Day Dreamin' - A Collection of BTS Imagines

MYG | Steamy

"No no no," you screamed, running towards the car park with Yoongi. It was bright and sunny, a nice day to spend at the amusement park and go on some rides with your date but mother nature was clearly not having it. By the time the two of you reached and got in the car your clothes were soaked, hair wet and shoes drenched with rain water.

Yoongi turned up the heat to help you both get warm and avoid getting sick. After a few minutes of sharing a towel, that he luckily had, to dry your hair, he spoke, "I'm so sorry Y/N, I had no idea it would rain. The forecast didn't say anything and I really wanted to do something fun… I'm sorry." He was a man of few words, from what you'd noticed over chat and on a couple of other dates.

Seeing him rambling, you laughed. "Yoongi, it's alright. This would probably be one of the most memorable dates for both of us! You don't have to apologize, you can't predict the weather" you assured him. He smiled at you while you threw the towel at his face and both of you erupted into a fit of laughter again.

"We'll get going once the rain slows down, it'll be too dangerous on the highway right now." He mentioned keeping the towel on the back seat. "Okay." You said turning on your side to face him as he switched on the radio. As silent as he usually was, he did not like silence too much. You smiled at the thought.

Changing a couple of stations he settled on one playing a soft romantic song. You closed your eyes & hummed along with the singer's voice. While Yoongi admired your features. You looked so beautiful to him. Hair, still half wet from the rain. Nose, cute as a button. Cheeks, flushed from the heater. Lips, tinted from the remainder of the gloss.

He was so tempted to brush his fingers over your cheeks. He lifted his arm, hesitant if you'd find it uncomfortable. So he did it, just to brush a few strands of hair behind your ear. You felt his cold fingers and shivered at his touch. He was about to pull his hand back but you caught him. "It's cold." You held his hand tight. Trying to share your warmth with him while you shivered in the cold yourself.

You waited a few minutes, hoping the temperature would rise, but in vain. "Yoongi…" "Hmm? You okay?" He asked, concern laced his voice. "I'm cold." Hearing that, he pushed his seat away from the steering wheel. You looked at him confused as he gestured something to you. "Sit on my lap, let me hold you. We'll stay warm that way." He said, smiling.

You melted at his actions. Quickly getting off of your seat you climbed on top of him and wrapped your arms around his neck while he wrapped his around your waist. You pulled each other as close as possible. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, while he rubbed your back.
His hand paused at the exposed area between your shirt and skirt.

He fumbled whether he should let his hand through or not. You sensed his hesitation. "It's okay." You whispered. He understood and let his hand slip beneath your shirt. His touch was electrifying. It heated up your core. His long slender fingers rode up to the hook of your bra. You lifted your head away from his neck and faced him.

His eyes, dark and deep, stared into your orbs intensely. Asking for permission. Laying your forehead against his you nodded lightly and connected your lips. Skillfully, he unhooked your bra and his fingers traveled freely under your shirt. On your waist, over your stomach, brushing over your breasts. The sound of fabric shuffling and your lips moving against each other filled the small vehicle.

You let out a breathy moan when his fingers flicked at your nipples. You were sensitive from the cold anyway. Your clothed crotch rubbed against his in desperation. Your lips match the pace and intensity against his. Your tongues swirled together. No fight for power. Just want. Need at this point. You slowly unwrapped your hand from around his neck and placed your palms on his toned chest.