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Jimin - Drunk

Jimin sighed, ruffling his hair tiredly. You were uncomfortable to say the least, not because of anything Jimin had said or done, but more that he had appeared at your apartment door looking upset and without explaining anything had asked to come in. You were friends, sure, but you weren't the closest with him. You were closer with most of the other members, and the only thing Jimin had that the others relationship-wise didn't was that you had the biggest crush on him. And here he was, in your apartment looking, well, not awful, because it's Jimin, but something along those lines.
"You okay, dude?" you finally asked, and almost hit yourself in the face at the dumb question. Of course he wasn't.
"I dunno" Jimin finally looked up at you. "Am I unlovable? Or am I just unable to let people love me? Is there something wrong with me?"
You choked on nothing.
"What?" you stared at him, dumbfounded. "No sorry... I just... Jimin literally everyone loves you. There's nothing wrong with you, you're amazing"
Jimin looked like something was still bothering him, something else. There was a short silence before you broke it.
"How about I go get alcohol and then we drink til we pass out?" you proposed.
"Sounds good to me"

You weren't sure how it happened; one second you were drunkenly giggling about god-knows-what, the next second he was kissing you. It probably meant more to you than to him, but you couldn't bring yourself to push him off. Instead you fell back on the bed, him landing on top of you. He giggled as he ran his hands across your body, lips leaving lazy, wet kisses over your throat and neck. Holding himself up by leaning on his elbows, he started grinding against you. In return, you let out a choked breath laced with pleasure. Jimin let his lips rest against your skin as he spoke and it took you a while to decipher his muffled words. A condom. Did you have a condom? Your head spun as you raised your hand to make a gesture towards your nightstand.
"Top drawer" you got out. Jimin leaned over to try and find it, and you thought it would give you a little time to sort out your thoughts but instead you were just as dizzy, if not more, when Jimin came back up to face you. He pressed a sloppy kiss onto your lips which you returned, and then sat up whilst straddling your legs as he tugged his shirt over his head. You felt your face burning but giggles slipped out when you took your own shirt off. Jimin crawled off, struggling to crawl out of his skinny jeans and as you laughed at him he let out a whine and pouted at you. You took off your remaining clothes and helped him out after, dragging your hands across his skin as you went.
He wrapped his arms around your neck, bringing your face against his chest. After squishing your face, he pushed you back to grab your face and kiss your cheeks and forehead and nose.
"I LOVE you, y/n. You're so cool" he sighed. Face flushed red and head feeling as if it was filled with cotton you only watched as he got distracted by trying to open the condom. When he finally got it open he made a victorious sound and you slapped your hand over your mouth, muffling the laughter. He grinned, squinting down as he pushed the wet condom down over his erection. Climbing on top of you again, the two of you had to work together to try and line him up against your entrance, and you struggled to keep your hips up when he started pushing himself in.
His thrusts were sloppy and uneven, but the pleasure was better than anything you could ever have hoped for.
"Ah- Jimin" you got out the words, breathing heavily with arms thrown around his shoulders. He moaned, his chest heaving heavily with the low sounds. His hips moved graciously, even in his drunk, sloppy state he managed to hit spots within you perfectly with every single movement.
You were too focused on him you didn't realize you were nearing an orgasm before you were close to exploding; you came hard as you tried telling Jimin but failed to form words. Jimin came not long after, releasing his cum into the condom. His thrusts became even more sloppy, until he pulled out and tiredly managed to get the condom off, tying it up. He rolled to the side, sweaty and breathing heavily. You grabbed the condom, offering to throw it away as you went to the bathroom quickly. When you got back Jimin was, face flushed red, sleeping peacefully, low snores leaving him. You put the blanket over his lower body, laying down next to him. Before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. What you didn't notice was Jimin breaking into a dumb smile, squinting his eyes open as he glanced towards you who now had closed your eyes.