Day Dreamin' - A Collection of BTS Imagines

JHS | Journey (1)

"Didn't think you'd join us, nerd." Someone mentioned as the others laughed. Hoseok, or Hobi, as you liked to call him, turned red. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he pushed his glasses over his nose. "The train is here, let's get on." The group leader mentioned, ushering you towards the platform.

Talk about timing! You were glad the train arrived and the attention moved from Hobi to something else. You hated it when everyone would tease him for being the quiet kid, but that's what drew you to him. He was shy and quiet, you were the opposite. You always would try to find a way to speak to him, but his cheeks would flush and he'd scramble away as if you would eat him up.

Once again you saw him picking his bag up and getting on. Shoulders up, head down, perspiration was clearly visible on his forehead. Smiling to yourself you got on right behind him. Your bag was too heavy. Regretting carrying all the extra stuff, you call for Hobi to help. It was convenient since he was right in front of you. "Hobi… can you help me? Please?" You asked.

Seeing you struggle, he huffed. And made his way toward you. You watched him pull your luggage up. The way his strong arms and shoulders flexed under the white tshirt left you drooling. "You're so strong Hobi, thank you." Your stares weren't unnoticed. He turned red and hot again and hastily walked back to his seat. Chuckling at his reaction, you pushed the bag under a seat and sat right beside Hobi.

He was sitting in the corner, a blanket covering his body, trying to go unnoticed in the crowd. But you… you always found your eyes looking for him. He stood out to you. And when you sat next to him, you felt your stomach churning in ecstasy. Arms and thighs brushing against each other, sharing the blanket because you felt cold and asked him to. You scooted as close to him as you could.

Lay your head on his shoulder, arms and thighs touching. He didn't mind any of it. Rather, he felt nice, having you by his side. It would be a lie to say if he wasn't aroused by your mere presence. The way you looked at him with sparkling eyes, said his name. It was enough for him to harden up. Now with the impromptu cuddling, his hard on was almost painful.

You slide your arm around his waist. Wanting to feel his warmth, as the temperature kept dropping the further the train traveled. Hobi groaned, feeling his pants tighten more. You looked up at him and saw his face twisting and realized he was struggling to close his thighs together. You knew what was happening and it made you giddy when you realized the effect you had on him.

"Hobi… do you need help?" You asked, faking concern. His head snapped toward you, trying to make out what you meant. "No… It's just cold." "But your body says otherwise Hobi." You whispered so that no one could hear you. There were people all around. Beside you, opposite you. But that just made it all the more exciting. You palmed the tent in his pants. The growing bulge ready to spring out any moment.

Everyone around was laughing, chatting and noisy. You slid your hand under his sweats and boxers, rubbing his cock. He hissed feeling your cold hands against his red hot member. You continued moving your palm up and down his shaft, under the blanket. Hobi closed his eyes at the feeling. It was too pleasurable for him to handle. "Y/Nie… stop. Someone will see us." "Shhh. If you keep quiet, no one will know. Let me help, hmm?" You said, continuing to rub your palm over his shaft.

He'd only ever touched himself once and hadn't even released when he did. He was so shy that he never approached anyone at all, let alone have a sex life. He'd always imagined you though. On top. Or him. Between your thighs. That's why he was always so… nervous around you. He never even wanted to go on this trip, he joined knowing he would get to see you, even if from afar. Who knew you'd have your hands in his pants just when the train journey had begun.

He noticed your movements were restricted inside his pants. To give you more access, he lifted his hips and slid his boxers down. You smiled at him, knowing he enjoyed it, despite not admitting. You could finally wrap your fingers around his cock and pump up and down. You brushed your fingers over his slit, picking up the pre-cum and spreading it generously all over.

He sighed and huffed to hide the moans. However, he couldn't get himself to stop you. You increased the pace of your pumping. His closed eyes and parted lips, enjoying every bit of your actions, sent tingles through your body. You loved looking at him, writhing under your touch. The shy, nerdy Hobi, being pleased. "Y/Nie… I'm close." "Cum for me Hobi. Show me you appreciate my help." You asked.

He complied. His cock twitched under your touch. Thighs trembled as pleasure coursed through his body. Soon enough he was milking all over his cock and your hands. You felt the warm liquid flowing over your fingers. You looked at him, proud and happy. When he saw your face, he couldn't help but smile. You looked so innocent and adorable despite the filthy activity you indulged in.

His ears were red at this point. He mumbled a 'thank you' as you snuggled closer, fingers yet wrapped around his cum coated cock as he held your frame against his body. Plqcing your head on his chest, you could hear his drumming heart as it calmed down. You closed your eyes,  waiting for everyone to retire to bed. You knew the night wasn't over for the two of you yet.