#jimin x male reader smut

[koko-bopp]

Bratz

park jimin x male!reader

word count – 3K

genre – Mature, fluff

warning(s) – SMUT, spanks, fingering, lace kink, degrading, praise, bratty!bottom!jimin, top!reader, jealousy, office sex.

synopsis – only bad bitches prefered Bratz over Barbie, partly why you pick Jimin over anyone, but also because he's your fianceé and you love him more than anyone.

"You're such a slut, Jimin."

"Insulting me only get you so far," Jimin cooed, his tongue making in appearance like girls in porn videos as his hands did their best not to rip off the buttons on your shirt. "I want you to fucking ruin me," Jimin whispered.

Having your fianceé at prestigious galas and events were essential for your business in the modelling industry to thrive. Your private life was always on display; paparazzi would follow the two of you around like they were your children, you two had fans all across the globe, and celebrities wearing your products like it would determine people's love for them if they didn't.

The two of you almost had to fight for airtime.

You and Jimin are filthy rich, inviting every reletively famous person to the new fashion parade happening at your private runway, you and Jimin sneaking off while cameras were focused on other people was the best idea.

"You've been hungry for my cock all day, baby," You smirked, watching Jimin undo the buttons, your palms on the table with your back against it, Jimin in front of you.

"That's because your goddamn job as a CEO and entrepreneur, and my job as a professional model and vocalist is so fucking demanding–" Jimin grinned like he wasn't getting ready for suck you off, going onto his knees immediately, leaving the shirt half undone, now his focus on getting your belt off, "–I thought you'd be expecting me to beg you to face fuck me."

You chuckled, bringing your hand down for you think to pull down on Jimin's bottom lip, enough for him to show you his sexily tongue, then watching him run it on the thumb pulling on his lip. You moved your hand to harshly grip his jaw, hearing the gasp leave his mouth making you smirk, "You wanna tell me why you were misbehaving so much, baby? You're normally my good slut during events like these."

It was true, Jimin was the perfect trophy wife in front of cameras, answering questions with caution and elegance but also with enthusiasm. Interacting with guests as much as he wanted but also being that fianceé that talks about you to almost anyone.

However, tonight seemed that little bit different. He was much clingyer with you and much more flirter; he was playing with the button of your shirt or tracing your tattoos while you were talking to guests or curl strands of your hair with his finger. These weren't things he did during such high profile events, it gave so much for tabloids to talk about your sex lives and also make reletively conservative guests uncomfortable.. not that you cared, ugly people don't deserve to come to your events, but it is what it is.

Jimin licked his lips, locking eyes with you, "I- Those girls were flirting with you.." He explained, rather vague for your liking.

"I don't do anything when there's boys and girls flirting with you, honey," You responded, raising your eyebrow slightly unbothered, but you were still attentive.

"I wish you did sometimes," Jimin accidently bucked his hips forward, something you didn't dare disregard. "Leave hickeys so other boys know not to make a move, squeeze my ass in front of your friends, kiss me hard in front of girls.."

You chuckled lowly, leaning down to bring your face closer to your boyfriend, "My baby being a brat because...?" You mocked.

"I-I.. I was jealous.."

"Hm," You smirked, "Good boy."

Jimin felt you lift him up by his jaw, which he didn't question, immediately getting up to his feet, you tilted his head slightly, like you were examining a prototype. You couldn't help but drag your tongue across your bottom lip, ravishing the look of your finance.

"You're gonna be a good slut and let me fuck you over this desk, yeah?" You asked, using your other hand to wrap around Jimin's waist, bringing him closer to you as he wrapped his arms around your neck to be as near as possible.

"Yes, sir," Jimin whined, bucking his crotch against your thigh.

A smirk kept its way upon your lips, flipping Jimin cover so he was sitting on the desk with his legs around your waist. You let go of his jaw and started using both your hands to practically rip off the silk material of his shirt, leaving it on his shoulders but exposing his chest for you. Hearing him moan at your hungry behaviour as you two were making out rough and hard.

You could always buy him a new one, practically every piece of clothing he's owned had to be replaced because of you.

You broke apart from the kiss, looking at Jimin's half lidded eyes travel down to your crotch then back up to you. Your hand travelled to his black jeans, popping off the button to reveal something you rather liked.

"White lace, baby?" You chuckled sadistically, "You planned for me to fuck you tonight or something?"

Jimin nodded, his hand going up to tangle his fingers into your hair, "It's been a whole week," Jimin blushed, "I knew what wearing this would do.."

"Fuck–" You pulled off his jeans so you could see how your fianceé looked with just the panties on.

A small moan left your lips, making Jimin smile happily, "Do you like it?"

"Baby, you look so sexy for me.." You pulled the fabric from where his hips were, letting it snap back to hug Jimin's curves, but the elastic making it sting, a moan leaving his lips. "Hm, did that hurt?"

"Please, please, Sir..." Jimin moaned, his cheeks pink from feeling so horny and needy, trying to buck forward without even realising, "Please fuck me, I'll be a good slut, I swear."

You chuckled, pulling Jimin by his hips to bring him forward so his ass was in line with your hardened crotch. His cheeks were flushed pink in lust and fluster, you loved the look on him; so desperate that it was making him embarrassed. "What happened to my bratty slut? Huh, baby?"

You bought your hand up to deliver a hard smack on your fianceé's ass. It left a pink hue and a loud moan from him. You watched his hands look for something to grip on your table, but he only bucked harder when you repeated the action again, your hand this time creating a more visible print on his golden skin.

"Huh, baby? Your behaviour tamed just after a few spanks and a kiss? How pathetic," You whispered into his ear, you kept him in that position, though quickly reaching over to your second draw where the lube was kept. Late night office sex wasn't uncommon when it came to the two of you, considering there's a few times where Jimin's schedule had ended slightly earlier than yours.

"I want this on, understood?" You said, pulling the hem of the lace fabric before your hand travelled further south, pushing the bottom of the underwear aside so you can put a lubed finger into Jimin's ass.

"Ah!" He cried, his cheeks flaring rose and his breath becoming less consistent. He reached for the sleeve of your shirt, gripping the material. "Oh my god," He moaned.

You found his behaviour amusing, that he melted in your arms so easily yet he behaves so disorderly just to get you to this moment. "Fuck, youre taking my fingers so well, do you want me to add another, baby?" You didn't wait for him to respond, it was purely rhetoric.

You slipped in a second finger just to watch him react to it, jolting his hips as you felt his nails dig into your skin through your clothes, his moans were soft but rigid and all over the place, it was even cuter that he was trying his best to keep his eyes open. You were pumping your fingers enough to fuel an orgasm, but not fast enough to rip it out of him.

Bratty Jimin was always lovely to witness, because you like a good game of 'who will break first'. There have been a few times where you've begged him for sex, one time being at a dinner before you two were engaged or even living together, and he'd come to the event in the most gorgeous, red-velvet look you'd seen. You love Jimin, and watching him lose at the game he starts is amusing.

"You know," You spoke, locking eyes with Jimin, "I think you can take three."

Jimin arched his back when you did, a loud whimper leaving his lips at how stretched he was with three fingers going in and out of him "Sir, oh my, please, please–" he was interrupted by his own moan, making you grin at how barely capable he was at talking right now. Jimin did his best to continue, "Please, I don't wanna cum yet!"

"Awe, is my baby close?" You chuckled jokingly before taking a hold on his jaw, making his lust filled eyes lock with yours, and even pushing your fingers knuckle-deep into him, "You don't cum unless I tell you to, understood?"

Jimin gasped, his eyes rolling at the pleasure as he wasn't able to respond. He nodded frantically though, knowing that no response wasn't good enough.

You removed your fingers suddenly, though, the three fingers pumping Jimin now gone. You watched his hole clench at the emptiness, a sadistic smirk on your lips as Jimin squirmed and gripped your shirt.

"Sir, please, sir, please, please, please I want your cock, please I've wanted you inside me all night," He cried, pulling your by the sides of your botton up to align himself with your clothed crotch, grinding down onto it with the help of wrapping his legs around your waist.

You licked your lips, not being able to hold a smirk at your fianceé's desperation. You hooked a hand around his thigh, gripping the skin hard but also lovingly. "Promise to talk to me next time, yeah? I don't like it when you're upset and I don't even know about it."

Jimin nodded, the two of you gazing into each other's eyes.

You responded by placing your lips back onto Jimin's, pushing forward so the kiss can get as hard and heavy as you please.

Jimin travelled his hand down to your crotch, palming it to have you grunt against his mouth as the sudden action. He dragged the zipper down, and released your cock from your underwear, now feeling how hard you were against his hand.

You broke the kiss for a second, grinding your hard-on into your fianceé's hand, "You did that to me, baby. You make me so hard."

Jimin grinned brightly at the praise, leaning forward to kiss you again, before reaching to grab the lube. Jimin coated the pads of his fingers with the liquid, then reaching down to begin pumping your cock, lubing it up but also having such a good time with the way you moaned softly every time his hand went back to the tip. Jimin couldn't help but moan himself, seeing so hot and bothered did things to him too. "Mhm, I love you so much.." He whispered, leaving a peck on your lips before stopping his actions, "But I really, really want you inside of me right now," Jimin pouted, "You did this, I'm so empty."

You couldn't help but laugh at how desperate he was, you place hand on the small of Jimin's back, carefully aligning yourself, dropping your head down to place one or two kisses on his neck, making your fianceé shudder in content. You smirked, "I'm gonna take good care of you, baby. Just relax for me."