Every time he touched you it felt like fire. The way he'd cup your face with one hand, and grip onto your waist with the other. You loved, you craved for his touch. He kisses your sensitive spot on your neck, and soon both of your clothes disappear.

“Minghao..” You moaned.

Suddenly your eyes pop open, you stir in your position on your shared bed with your boyfriend. Your cheeks flushed, your core wet. It was a dream. You hold in a groan, careful to not wake your sleeping boyfriend. With a dream like that, it left you needy. Biting your lip, you debate whether or not to take care of your little problem. You look over at Minghao, who had his back turned to you, and decide to slip your hand into your pants. Goose bumps form as your cold finger runs over your bundle of nerves. You bite your lip harshly, trying not to moan as you played with yourself. Your breath short, gasping quietly for air. You were so close, nearly feeling heat pool into your stomach when-

“ Y/N?” Minghao asks suddenly. “ Are you okay? Are you breathing fine?” He continues as he peers over your shoulder. You didn't have time to take your hand out of your pants, you watch his eyes widen, slowly his cheeks redden.

“ Um...what are you doing?” Minghao questions though you know he knows exactly what's going on. But what you don't know is that it