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Episode 1 Continued: Wet Dreams and... Picking Favorites?

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Her body tingled, goosebumps forming in the crevasses of her skin. His fingers traced along her figure, the bed squeaking beneath them as his lips touched her neck. "I want to make you feel so fucking good," he whispered in her ear, and she squeezed his hair, encouraging him to keep going. And that he did. He went to her neck and left gentle kisses, his breath coming out in a pant as he sucked on her flesh.

In a mere minute, he formed a mark on her neck, lowering to her collarbone and wrecking havoc the longer he stayed there. His dark locks were clumped between her fingers, his name leaving her parted lips. He came back up, and his eyes were a shade of brown that seemed like chocolate. She became more aware of her surroundings when she saw his face and plump lips, his fluffy hair tickling her cheeks.

Jimin didn't speak, but he did press his lips on hers. The kiss was overflowing with desire and passion, but there was something else deep inside. Y/n kept gripping his head, not caring how many strands of hair she was pulling out. They were too caught up in the moment, and Jimin kept tracing his fingers down until they hooked on her shorts, tugging them down to her knees.

They only parted to take off clothes, Jimin throwing off their shirts and slamming his mouth back on hers. More fiery kisses that had them moaning down each other's throats, their pulses quickening the longer their neediness built. "Fuck," he mumbled, his voice quivering as he said it. It was like a whimper, his eyes nearly shut as he grabbed her hips. With one finger, he rubbed her stomach, going lower and lower, Y/n giving him pleading eyes. "I need you."

"Have me," she replied, and his lips came back to hers in yet another greedy display of passion. Maybe admiration, too.

Each touch had their bodies igniting, their skin molding together the closer they got. Jimin couldn't stop kissing her, and she couldn't stop kissing back. His fingers played with her thighs. It seemed as though he had an obsession with them, his hands squeezing and rubbing them until tingles ran along her sides.

Jimin pulled back and placed his forehead on hers, the two locking eyes. She traced her fingers across his bare back and brought a shudder to Jimin's form, his mouth agape so he could let shaky breaths out. Their noses touched as she switched sides, leaning up to steal another kiss. He accepted and fell into the spiral of lust. Or maybe it wasn't lust. Maybe there was something deeper in there that was triggering this, and Y/n couldn't put her mind on what. In fact, everything felt fuzzy. Blurry. Distorted. She pushed it aside and relished in the moment, moving her lips off of his to instead touch his ear. Being the tease she was, she moaned against him, and he panted from the simple noise.

"You're so beautiful," he said, pecking her lips and going back to their original position. His forehead on hers, their gazes never parting. They finally took off the rest of their clothes, Jimin's fingers creeping to where she craved it most. He grinned, much to her surprise. No smirk. No teasing smile with a witty comment. He felt her body, and she trusted him with that. She trusted him enough to stare in his eyes as he did so. "Look at me while I pleasure you." She obeyed, preparing for the ecstasy to come.

But it never did.

She snapped awake and gasped as moisture dripped down her head. Her nightgown was soaked with the substance coming out of her body, and she grunted before hopping up. Y/n held her head and dabbed herself down with her towel, changing into a baggy t-shirt and letting it come down to her mid-thighs. Now since she was cleaned up, she flicked on her lamp and peeked around the massive room.

It was the room she was dreaming about. Dim lighting with a dark tan color scheme, a king-sized bed that was likely covered with sweat by now. A wooden, sliding door led into her walk-in closet, and the nightstand on the left side of her bed was the same wood as that door. It had no glass of water on it, which made her frown. At home, she tended to get a glass of water before bed just in case she woke up in the middle of the night. However, she wasn't used to sleeping overnight in this place yet. This was the first time she had done it, after all.