The palm of his hand pressed against my back making me arch it more so he was able to reach my sweet spot better, I felt my arms shiver and about to give up holding my weight while Namjoon was behind me, moving in and out of me like our lives depended on it.
I was a wrecking mess underneath him, moaning and panting only being able to whine a fews "fuck" while he gripped my hips, pounding even harder into me.
My arms finally gave up, I rested my head on the pillow, my eyes glaring to that spot in the room, behind Joon, there was my boyfriend Jimin staring at us. His head rested on his hand, his plushed lower lip was in between his teeths while he looked right into my eyes, a devilish—but at the same time sweet—smile growed in his face when he noticed in the little light that came from the lamp by his side that I was staring back at him.
— Are you gonna cum princess?—Namjoon's voice distracting me from our eye contact, I nodded feeling the fire forming in my stomach and my walls already clenching around his lenght.
— Words Y/N—Jimin spoke now, his voice full of lust and raspy compared with how sharp it normally was.
— Are you going to cum for me baby?—Namjoon asked again, I parted my lips to respond.
The loud sound of rain hitting the street paviment woke me up.
I stayed a few seconds with my eyes closed trying to steady my breathing, feeling my lower parts wet and my body hot. I really wanted to punch myself, like, I had to be kidding me.
This wasn't the first time I dreamed of Namjoon, and most importantly, it wasn't the first time I had a wet dream with him; it had started a few weeks ago out of nowhere, but by now I was just tired of this, why did I have to be having this kind of dreams? and with my boyfriend's best friend out of all people.
I opened my eyes after I felt relaxed again, only to meet Jimin's stare, his face was right in front of me while he was sitting on the bed, both of his hand at either side of my head, he was frowning and looking clearly upset.
I felt my heart rasing and my cheeks turning red out of embarrassment.
— Why were you moaning Namjoon's hyung name?
— I... I...—my mind went blank, what was I supposed to say or do? there wasn't any good excuse for this.
— What were you dreaming of?—his eyes kept mine in place, too nervous to even look away, I couldn't figure out what he was thinking, I couldn't figure out what to say.
— I... It was just a dream—he frowned even more, growing more upset at me.
— What were you dreaming of Y/N?—his voice was steady, he marked every word letting me know he wasn't taking anything but the true for an answer.
— Do you really wanna know?—I tried again to free myself from actually telling him I was having a wet dream with Namjoon, but he nodded clearly sure that he wanted to know; I sighed, knowing there was no way to avoid this conversation now, Jimin wouldn't just let it go and I knew already that this was something that we would have to discuss if I continued feeling like I was to have a panic attack everytime Namjoon was close.
Well maybe it wasn't that bad but it was really unbearable.
— I-I was dreaming... of him—I forced the words out of me, he raised an eyebrow waiting for me to continue—Like... you know... we were...—I wanted to burry myself, I seriously begged for the bed to swallow me alive but Jimin just kept staring, patiently waiting for my explanition—Jimin please... don't make me do this...
— What were you doing in the dream Y/N?—there wasnt any hint of mercy in his voice, I swallowed feeling myself in the verge of tears out of pure embarrassment and regret.
— We were fucking, ok? and you were there too, staring at us, that was the dream, are you happy now?—a stupid tear rolled through my cheeks and he quickly cleaned it up with his thumb, his stare now softening.
— Did you enjoy it?—I stared back in disbelief, what the fuck?
And just then I noticed that Jimin didn't seen actually mad about the idea of me moaning someone elses name in my dream, but more upset about me not telling him from the beggining what was I dreaming of. I frowned now confused.
— W-what?
— Me staring at you while Namjoon hyung fucked you?—I holded back my own gasp to his words, feeling my cheeks turn bright red again. "Yes" my inner voice almost screamed.
— Well... I-I...—he interrupted me with a cocky smile, his arms folded slightly so now his face was closer to mine, his next words only a whisper.
— Because I would.
