Bts imagines

Jimin- "shower with me?"

Jimin was one of your two roommates.

And he was also more than just a friend.

You both established a "friends with benefits" agreement about a month ago, and now you both share time in the bed and on top of counters.

It was unclear how he truly felt about you, but you guessed it was the same way for him. You weren't too sure what exactly you wanted from him, but sex and more sex were good enough at this moment.

Your other roommate was Jungkook, who was a few years younger than you. You were two years older than Jimin, and you were also the sister of his best friend, Jin, who probably didn't ever want to find out about your "relationship."

"Noona." Jimin came through the apartment door like a wave, crashing into the couch where she was sitting. "Whatcha doing?"

You tossed another piece of popcorn into your mouth and chewed. "Watching a movie."

He tossed his slippers off and jumped over the edge of the couch, plopping onto the seat next to you. He hurried over and leaned his head against your shoulder. "What movie is this?"

You couldn't focus. All you could do was inhale the soft lilac scent of his hair and the slight pinch of cologne he wore. His shirt was a bit big on him, not nearly giving his body justice. "I don't know..." you muttered, lost in his aura.

He smirked, knowing exactly how you were feeling. "How don't you know what you're watching?" He asked you, turning his head to face you. He was too close. No matter how many times you've seen every part of him, you always wanted more of him.

You had a glass of wine in your system. Maybe more than one. It was your day off from work, and you felt like you deserved a break. You didn't expect Jimin to be home this early, but then you realized that it was already sundown.

Jungkook wouldn't be home for a while. He worked a late-night shift at his university and wouldn't come home till the early morning.

You faced Jimin, your lips a centimeter apart. "Because you're too close to me."

His brown eyes smiled. "Ah, am I bothering you? Should I back up—"

"No, no." You gripped onto his neck so he couldn't escape you. "No, I like it. Love it, actually."

You were tipsy, and seeing him look so sexy made you drunk. Maybe high. You wished he knew the effect he had on you. It was solid and unbreakable, making you think you'll never be able to break through it.

"Jimin." You breathed, gulping as you watched his lips curl into a smirk. His lips were so plump and soft, and you wanted to toss yourself onto him. It's not like you couldn't. It's just that you've never insinuated the first move. Maybe it was time for a change.

It could be the wine. It could be lust.

It was probably both. It could also be the curiosity of seeing more and more of him. The desire to feel him penetrate through you more than ever before.

"What?" He mocked playfully, tilting his head as he stared down to your lips. "What do you want?" He licked his lips, knowing precisely what he was doing.

"You." You exhaled, your soft breaths hitting his features.

"Damn baby, I just got home, and you already want to fuck me." He let out a laugh and then buried his face into your neck, softly nibbling on it. "I'm not complaining. I've been thinking about you all day."

He kissed the bottom of your neck near your collarbone and trailed his way up, nibbling your earlobe before moaning in your ear. "Take it off." He huskily whispered, his hands gripping your thighs.