The Way The Water Flows | A Min Yoongi POV Story

Chapter 4: Swirl Along

Nari's POV

"Oooh...yes, so good!  Ahhh..."  I let out a long moan and whimpered. His fingers were doing wonders down there and he's raining tiny wet kisses across my chest. 

"Fuck, you feel so good, so tight!" He said as one finger delved inside me. The pace increased in each push that I couldn't help but lift my hips up. His mouth hastily captured my peak as I arched my back. 

"Shit, faster! Please, oh god!" I chanted, panting 

"You like this, huh, Nari? Should I insert one more?" He whispered huskily as he pushed another finger inside. 

"Fuck, what?! Shit!" His fingers continued going in and out, hitting my spot whenever he curls them. Soon enough I could feel the tension rising. "I'm close, shit! Faster, don't stop!"

"As you wish, Song Nari..." He did what I asked as he suck my neck. And soon enough, I've reached my peak.

"Ohhh shiiiiiit!!!" I screamed as I let myself go.  

I was still in my delirious state, I felt so lightheaded...when reality hits me. Who am I making out with?

"You loved that, didn't you?" The man said and hovered above me. He smirked as I began to realize who gave me an orgasm. 

"Min Yoongi?!" 

I woke up with a start, panting. I clutched my chest. My heart's beating wildy. What kind of dream was that? 

Oh god! Did I just cum in my dream? 

I started to move when I felt how wet I was, it felt so sticky. I actually had a wet dream? 

Shit! What the hell?

I flung away the comforter and and I heard a loud thump on the carpeted floor. I looked down and saw a book lying there. I picked it up. 

I found the culprit. The reason why I had such a dream.

I must have fallen asleep reading this romance book that Yejeong sent to me. I got bored with the book collection in the library that I asked my manager to get me some books to pass the time. And of course, she sent me romance. Nice!

I spent reading the whole afternoon yesterday after Yoongi went upstairs to his recording studio. I was actually waiting for him to come down for dinner but he didn't. Which sucks because I had sandwich again for dinner.

Anyway, back to my dream. It's one thing to have some wet dreams but another to have it with none other than the man I am with here! Shit! It's so embarrassing!

I felt a pulse down there at the mere recollection of that dream. Damn, his fingers were so good there...would it be the same in reality?

Hey, Nari! Your thoughts!

"Arrgh!!!" I couldn't help but scream in frustration. It's that book's fault! Now I'm suddenly remembering that make out we had in LA. I remember how big his hands were, how delicious his kisses were. 

Oh, I'm in big trouble! How would I face him today?

I stood up abruptly, tossing the book across the room. I felt the stickiness between my legs  again. Great!

I hurriedly went inside the bathroom and took a quick shower. 

Must. Forget. About. It!

I tried but whenever I close my eyes, I could still see his face, his smirk, and how he made me feel. 

And if I'm being honest with myself, I wish for it to be real.

Oh shit! I'm fucked!

I went downstairs after I freshened up, trying so hard to not think about the dream. But what if he's already awake? How can I face him? He doesn't know the fantasies that were running in my head!