Suite 114 • P.jm • [[ON HIATUS]]

Chapter 9

A/n: Sooooo............well, were finally here. Forgive me 🙏 for I have sinned.

The next morning I wake up sweating profusely and wetter than ever from another dirty dream starring the one and only Jimin. Just like every other time, I woke up right before the good part and yearning for release.

I skip the usual internal battle of whether I should attend to the painful ache or not and prop myself up against my headboard, sliding my hand in between my legs. I no longer hold back, even though I know it's all for nothing.

I need his hands touching me.

His fingers inside of me.

Not my own trembling ones, that are too rough and persistent, aiming furiously for that one high that's over in just seconds. I'm left not with relief, but a deeper hunger. To be devoured by him.

Closing my eyes, I rest my head back and run my free hand down my belly then up under my shirt to cup my breast. If I keep my eyes closed, it almost feels like it's not my own hand desperately trying to get me off.

I remember how it felt when Jimin first slid his finger between my folds. I remember his sharp inhale of breath at feeling how wet I was.
I remember his lips…….

Oh, his lips.

The two plush pillows that part to reveal his raspy voice. What would those lips feel like against me if they took the place of my fingers?

I bite my lip as the pull tightens in my lower belly. I feel so close, yet so far away from my sinful release.

A gentle knock breaks my concentration.

“What?!” I yell out in annoyance. Moments like these are the only times I hate living with my sister.

I wait for a reply with my hand now still against my mound. Instead of her response, I hear the doorknob turning and then the sound of the door slowly creaking open. Ice runs through my veins.

I forgot to lock the door.

I thank God that there’s few feet of space to walk after entering my room in order to see my bed. I reach down to grab the blanket at the foot of my bed and get it halfway up my legs before the intruder rounds the corner.

A lightheaded sensation passes over me when I see Jimin standing at the end of my bed. He stops walking, as if taken aback, when he sees me half naked with my hand inside my panties. The surprise look covering his face turns into one of pure lust almost instantly. My insides boil from embarrassment and quite possibly, the excitement of getting caught.

“J-jimin.” I stutter. My hand still grasps the blanket covering only half of my legs.

His eyes land on my other hand, now resting above my crotch attempting to hide the evidence of what I was doing. A small smile creeps onto his face.

Am I dreaming?

He approaches my bed and crawls onto it slowly. His eyes sweep over me, lingering the longest when they reach my lap. The lustful look on his face makes me want to weep.

I move to pull the blanket up more. “W-what are you...doing here?” I gulp.

He grabs the blanket covering my legs and pulls it back down, leaving them completely bare to him.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He says. “I think I succeeded.”

A little confusion along with a thrilling buzz fog my mind. You’d think he just walked into my room naked, with how utterly shocked I am. So much so that I can barely form the words that I need to. I don’t even feel as embarrassed as I should. That feeling is swallowed whole by the desire pumping through my veins.