Day Dreamin' - A Collection of BTS Imagines

KNJ | Morning

You woke up to his hand lazily holding your waist, warm breaths tickling your neck and his light stubble poking against the skin of your bare shoulders. You moved his arm to turn around and face him. He stirred a little but did not open his eyes.

Once you were facing him, you looked at him. Entranced by how beautiful his honey-skin looked, lips plump and so kissable, cute nose that just begged to be booped. You placed your palm on his cheek, tracing his cheekbone with your thumb. Moving down to his stubble.

It was hard and sharp. Probably hadn't shaved in days. You suddenly had this urge to help him do it. So you pecked his forehead, moved down to his eyes then the cheeks and nose. You saw his eyes twitch, indicating he's aware.

Finally you placed your lips on his and smiled when you felt his hold tighten around your waist instantly. He moved his lips, in sync with yours, while adjusting to the morning rays of the sun. You rubbed your palm against his stubble once again and pulled away.

"Morning," he breathed. You smiled, "Morning." "Is this how I'll be woken up everyday?" He rasped. His morning voice was deeper than the ocean and your insides squirmed upon hearing it. "Mhmm… you need to shave Joon," you mentioned. "I'll do it today," he promised. "Can I help?"

His eyes widened at your out of the blue request. He looked so cute. Eyes wide and a pouty lower lip. Clearly indicating confusion. "Please? I'll be careful. You can stop me anytime." A few seconds of silence passed. He nodded, pecking your lips. "Sure, I wasn't expecting it, that's all."

You were elated and skipped your way to the bathroom. He chuckled at your cute antiques. Got off the bed and pulled up his sweats, leaving the boxers out. Meanwhile you took out the shaving foam from the cabinet and the razor along with a towel. Getting a tumbler of water ready.

He came in and saw you all prepped. He chuckled, shaking his head. "Hey! Don't laugh. It's rude. I really want to do this." "Okay, okay! Where do I sit Madamè?" You pat on the sink counter. "Right here Monsieur." He made his way toward the counter and propped himself on it.

You smiled looking at him and pecked his cheek before rubbing the foam between your palms. You spread a generous amount on both sides of his face. He flinched a little from the coolness. "Stay still Joon." You said, focusing on the application, while he… he admired you.

He watched your face concentrating on the task at hand. Your tongue sticking out of your lips, eyebrows furrowed and chest heaving slightly from the nervousness of a wrong move. Finally you were done spreading the foam. You picked uo the razor and dipped it in the tumbler. Ready to drive it across his face.

Before you could do that. He caught your hand. "Be careful. I don't want to bleed to death." He said in a playful tone. "I can do it. Don't make me nervous," you challenged and got back to shaving the stubble. You didn't realize the position you were in, between his legs while he held your waist loosely. Trapped in embrace.

He longingly looked at you. How your body was pressed against his. Your chest, almost naked if not for the flimsy, sheer tank covering it. Your ass, barely covered by the tight pair of booty shorts that hugged your curves. He was so tempted to squeeze them and watch them bounce. However, he was also patient. So he waited.

You were finally done with your activity and wiped his face with the towel. "You're free to go, I'll clean up." You said kissing him on the lips and taking in the scent of his aftershave. Just that turned you on, but you were too distracted to think about it. Escaping his hold you picked up the shaving paraphernalia and walked to the cabinet.

Namjoon's arousal had gone unnoticed by you. The hardening in his pants was getting painful while he looked at your goddess-like body. He got off the sink, took a step toward you and spun you around to face him. You dropped the items and held onto his biceps for support. "What even!" He hugged you, taking your scent in.