Day Dreamin' - A Collection of BTS Imagines

PJM | Winner

"3! 2! 1!" Ring! "Park Jimin is the reigning champion!" The MC screamed as spectators cheered on for him. The referee held Jimin's hand. Raised high up in the air as he struggled to even stand upright. He was beaten up, in pain and exhausted. All he wanted right now was to be warm, at home, in your arms.

Meanwhile, your eyes were stuck to the telly. You couldn't even blink as you watched him claim the title, smile and talk to the media after the winning match. You were elated, of course. But you were more worried for the person you love. You scrutinized every small bruise and cut that was visible on his topless body.

You watched him struggle to walk down the ring, past the media to his changing room. He was limping, clutching his abdomen and yet smiling & waving at his fans who couldn't see through the pain. Your eyes teared up seeing him like that. Was the fight worth the pain? You had asked him before he left. The cheers from his supporters and his glassy eyes after receiving the champion belt gave you the answer.

You knew he wouldn't come home. Not for the rest of the week, despite being in the same city just 20 minutes away. He didn't want you to see him in pain, be vulnerable and weak. He did not want to see the worry in your eyes because he knew it hurt you seeing him that way. He'd usually say that there's 'formalities' to get done with after every match. He'd try to heal as much as possible and then come home to you.

He thought you never watched his matches, because you were too afraid but he didn't know you were glued to the telly for every single one. You were going to call him but instead packed a few clothes hastily and got into the car, driving to his hotel, not thinking what would happen if you showed up. Calling his manager, you arranged for yourself to be let into his room to care for him, which was gladly accepted.

"How is he?" You asked Jimin's manager as soon as you reached the hotel. "Pretty beat up, but not the worst." You nodded and took the card key for Jimin's room. When you reached the door, your hands were shaking. You had no idea what to expect. Would he be mad at you, for showing up? At himself, for hurting you? Getting yourself together, you stepped into an empty room.

You heard a groan and splash of water from the bathroom. Keeping your bag on the bed, you stripped naked and entered. He was sitting immersed in the bathtub. Eyes closed, lips parted, chest rising and falling as he breathed in relief. You padded toward him and sat on the edge, gently placing my hand on his shoulder. He jerked forward, clearly startled.

"Y/N... Why?" "I had to see you Jimin. It hurts me to not be with you after every match to take care of you." He looked into your eyes as you moved your legs over the edge and put your feet into the water, slowly immersing yourself, on top of him. You were cautious, so as to not hurt him. Laying your head on his chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat, which slowly calmed down and fell into a rhythmic pace. Comforting you and him.

He rubbed your back as you drew circles on his chest. Looking up to see his face, he looked so at peace. The win meant the world to him. He proved himself and to the world, his worth. Something he struggled with for so long. You gently placed your fingers over a cut and traced it. "Does it hurt?" You asked. He nodded in response, bringing your body closer to his.

"Where does it hurt?" You asked again. He opened his eyes and stared into yours. Not wanting to confess. "Help me." He asked and you understood. You moved your free hand from his face to his cock. Gently stroking the semi hard on he had, from your naked body lying on top of his, legs entangled. He whimpered under your touch as he bucked his hip and more water splashed out.

"Y/N..." he moaned. You balanced yourself and carefully pulled yourself off of his chest and placed both legs on either side of him. Your core rubbing against his cock as you placed your lips on his. Moving it as slow as you could, as light as possible. Pecking them over and over again as your noses brushed.

Connecting your foreheads together, maintaining eye contact, you used your hand to guide his cock to your entrance. The water made it easier for you to slide down. "I love you." He whispered, cupping your face and pecking you right after. You moved your hip up and slid down again on his cock. "I love you Jimin, so much..."

Your eyes involuntarily shut as you continued to move up and down his shaft, being careful. Breathy moans & sighs accompanied with the sound of water splashing reverberated in the small space. Jimin's hands moved to your breasts, massaging them as your walls engulfed his length completely and his tip reached the deepest of spots in you. "So good... you feel so fucking good baby."

Moaning louder, you increased your pace. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck and bouncing your hips in the water. His hands were now on your waist. Guiding your movements to make them steadier. The feeling of him filling you up was euphoric. Your toes curled when you heard him moan every time you slid down and your ass slapped against his balls.

You flinched when you felt his fingers pinch and rub your clit. "Jimin..." you warned. You were close. His fingers only fastened hearing you whine. Your hips moved faster, keeping up with his pace and felt him twitching inside of you. You moved your head and placed it against his once again. Wanting to watch him be milked by you, filling you up with his load.

Placing your lips on his you come undone with him. He painted your walls white as you coated his cock with white too. "If this is how I'm going to be awarded after every win, I'd never lose a match." Jimin whispered, regaining his breath. You stayed that way for several moments. His cock inside you, while your fluids mixed with each other and dripped down your pussy into the water. Finally, you looked him in the eye and said, "I'd treat you, whether you win or lose Jimin. My love is unconditional."