Beneath the surface [BTS JIMIN FF]

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AMORA POV

'Moan my name for me, baby. Let me hear how much you enjoy.'

'Ji...min... Don't... stop...' Digging my nails into his shoulder, moaning his name out... that's all I can do when he's making me feel like this

His low moans are the sweetest melody, and they're only making me want him so much more. How his fingers are tracing the surface of my skin softly before he goes in deep, and digs his fingers roughly into my skin at the pleasure. How his breathing is becoming more uneven as the passion builds more with each passing moment, low moans spilling from his plump lips.

His skin against mine feels so perfect. Rubbing against each other with each movement, slight moisture building up on the surfaces.

'So wet for me.' He smirked, licking my lip before pulling on it with his teeth, making it so much worse for me

*DOORBELL DOORBELL DOORBELL*

I jumped up in my bed like I've been slapped, having a near heart attack at the loud sound that woke me up from deep sleep.

'Oh my god...' I covered my mouth in shame and shock at the realiziation that I just had the wettest dream in history. A dream about Jimin.

*DOORBELL*

I jolted again, moving a tiny bit, feeling how my underwear is sticking to me. I pulled my shirt up to look between my legs and... Oh, fuck... This truly was a wet dream, in every way possible. I need to shower and change my underwear ASAP. It's soaked. Completely, utterly, destroyed.

Ever since we almost did it, I had more than one dream about him, but this is by far the worst. What is even going on in my head.

*DOORBELL*

'Jesus fucking christ!' I hissed with myself, then yelled loudly enough for whoever it is to hear me. 'COMING!' I probably would if I wasn't woken up...

I opened the door in a hurry, and there he was. My dream in reality.

The black haired man in front of me was looking me up and down, lightly biting into that juicy, bottom lip of his, trying not to smile as he was on his path of mocking me. I wish I was biting into that lip instead of him...

My dreams really are messing with me.

'Do you have something against wearing clothes? Purely curious.' He finally looked up into my eyes, and the entire dream I had until a minute ago flashed through my mind, so I had to look away.

'Were you still asleep?'

'You think?' I sigh, not even wanting to imagine what I look like. I can feel my hair is everywhere, and my face is absolutely red, but that's for a different reason.

'If you weren't half naked, I'd think you were running. Are you feeling okay? You're all red.' He took a step closer, pressing the back of his hand to my forehead to check if I have a fever

'I'm fine.' I push his hand away lightly. 'It's just hot.'

He cocked his eyebrow and tilted his head a little, his look alone telling me that I'm talking shit. I have goosebumps all over my arms and legs, although it may be from his intense stare. And the dream.

'It really isn't. It's actually pretty cold today.' He rasied his arm to show off the hoodies he's wearing

'This might be the first time I've seen you in anything other than a suit.' I look him up and down, realizing he's in jeans instead of his usual trousers