Lush... |BTS OT7 x Y/N| F.F | 18+

30 - Unexpected 🔞

~ J-Hope POV ~

As usual I can't seem to fall asleep, tossing and turning in my bed, irritating myself. I groan and give my pillow a punch out of pure frustration. I thought the few bottles of Soju we had at dinner would have surely knocked me clean out, I guess not.

I flip over on my back and glance over at my alarm clock, 02:12 a.m.

"Fuck!" I groan as I get up from my bed, slipping on my t-shirt and flops, deciding a soothing cup of chamomile tea would probably be worth a try.

I trudge over to my door and step into the dark hall way, I peek over to Yoongi-Hyung's door and see that he too is still awake, probably working on his Mix Tape or the next group album.

Always working... I sigh, heading down the hall to the kitchen ruffling my hair before swiping my hand over my face.

I pass by Y/N's door and notice the door is slightly ajar. I frown noticing there is a thickness in the atmosphere, I tip-toe closer to the door and strain my ears to see if I could hear anything.

"P-please~" I hear a soft whiney plea coming from the dim lit room.

Is she having another night terror?

I lean in closer to the door to try and make out what's happening on the inside, the closer I get the more intense the feeling that is hanging in the air gets. I can't really pinpoint what the feeling is but from what I can tell, there is some feelings of fear and... anticipation and... need?

"Oh- god- Please~" Her voice is a bit louder this time and if I'm not mistaken it sounds like she's... crying?

Maybe I should wake her? If she's having another night terror I should comfort her.

I place my hand on the door and just as I'm about to push it open another cry comes from the inside making me halt all further movement. "Mhmm~ Yes!"

I step back from the door my eyes wide and my heart pumping all the blood I probably have right down to my crotch. I tense my jaw and close my eyes, trying really hard to control myself with deep breaths, until I hear it again...

"Please d-don't stop, H-Hobi."

She's having a wet dream about... me?

I move closer to the door and slowly push the door open a bit more. A night light illuminating the dark room just enough for me to see her in minimal detail through the reflection of her vanity desk's mirror. Even though she is still in darkness I can see how she is wriggling under her covers.

Her back is slightly arched with one hand bent over her head, hand in her hair, but what I'm more interested in, is where her other hand is. I strain my eyes to get a closer look, doing my best to not accidently make too much of a noise and wake her. The more I focus the more I can pick up on the feeling coming off of her.

Pure neediness and arousal.

"God yes- mhmm... R-Right there, ah~"

I must be really good... I grin to myself as I notice how her movements are pulling the covers off of her body as she continues to move and moan, her breathing picking up just a bit.

That's right, Baby Girl. Show Master what I'm doing to you.

Soon the covers are completely off of her body, the sight enough to drool over. She's in a loose fitting, lacy, silk camisole and shorts, the soft fabric clinging to all the right places, as I see her hardened nipples poking through it. With her back slightly arched, her perfect full breasts pushed up. I feel my cock twitch in my boxers as I imagine my hands cupping and squeezing them while my thumbs circle her hardened buds.