BTS + EXO | Book of Imagines

Jimin x Reader Smut - Coffee Shop

Finally a smut with my absolute favorite. Let me know if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes.

You walked into the coffee shop. Truthfully, you had absolutely no idea that your boyfriend would be here, sitting across from Jin. He was smiling and laughing, making faces at his hyung. You smiled. How handy it was to find him here. He looked adorable, happy and completely carefree, but you were still seeking revenge from last night. 

Jimin had decided it would be very fun to tease you, playfully threatening to end phone calls and then calling back as soon as he did, sending you endless selfies including his bare shoulders, but nothing more, and just being a brat in general. He had to go to Big Hit early this morning, so you hadn’t spoken since then. Jimin looked up and caught your eye, and a cheeky smile lit up his face. You ignored the perfect line of his teeth, and the beautiful eye smile attacking you from under his orange hair.

Jin turned to see what Jimin was smiling at and smiled too, waving you over. You smiled to them and went to take a seat beside Jimin.

“Hi sweetie!” You say cheerfully, grabbing his arm and leaning your head against his shoulder.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, brushing your falling hair away from your face. You pout at him, sitting up straight. You grab his drink and take a sip. It’s some sort of fruit iced tea.

“I should be asking you, Mr. Oh-I’m-very-busy-with-work.”

“Jin and I just came to get coffee for everyone. We don’t have to prepare as much as we thought, so I should be done with practice early today!”

“Only if you stop messing around with Jungkook,” Jin said with a laugh.

“Do you want to do something special for dinner?” You ask, putting a hand on Jimin’s thigh, way higher than necessary. His head whips around, and he stares at you with wide eyes.

“Oh Jin, did you give Hobi his sweatshirt back? I tried to wash it, but Jimin spilled so much food on it that I am not sure he’ll be able to see the original color.” You joked with Jin, all the while sliding your hand close and closer to Jimin’s crotch. Jimin seemed to be trying to pretend it wasn’t happening, holding his drink in one hand and staring rather wide-eyed at nothing.

“Yes, he said thank you. Hoseok thought Jimin had stolen it for good,” Jin said, smiling politely. You didn’t think he noticed anything weird, but frankly, you didn’t care if he did.

After the agonizingly slow journey, you finally rested your hand on Jimin’s rather tight crotch. Jimin turned his face towards you.

“Please stop, we can’t do this in public!” He whispered.

You chuckled at him cutely. “Stop what, Chim Chim?”

Jimin let out a frustrated sigh, gripping his drink tightly in his hand. You began to move your own hand massaging him in circles through his jeans. Jimin slammed his drink down on the table and grabbed your hand, pulling it away from him.

“Back in a minute,” Jimin said through gritted teeth. He pulled you fiercely to the bathroom. With shaking hands he pressed the buttons for the password and shoved you inside as the door unlocked.

Jimin locked the door after him, and his eyes were dark and lustful. You felt yourself getting turned on just by how he looked at you, but you couldn’t give up now.

“What’s wrong Chim Chin?” You ask, looking at him innocently.

“You know damn well what’s wrong, y/n. Why are you doing this to me? I want you so badly, I can’t stand it.” He moved forward, a hand outstretched to grab your waist. You raise your eyebrows and step back. You see a panic fill his face, which makes you smile.

“Where do you think you’re touching, in this public place?” You ask, gesturing to the door.

Jimin let out a low growl and grabbed both of your wrists, pinning you against the wall with a thud.

“I’ll really get you for this, y/n.” He glares at you with sultry eyes. You stretch your body upward and kiss his soft lips.

“Don’t you know you shouldn’t be so bratty to me?” You ask. “This is what you’ll get.”

“I hate you,” he says between kisses, each one growing in ferocity. “Driving me crazy, in front of Jin, in public.”

You smile again and carefully bite his lip. You pull one hand free and bring it back to his huge bulge.

“I really don’t want to do this here,” he says on a low breath, then gasps and you reach down into his underwear. He quickly pulls down his pants and in a frenzy he begins to unzip your pants, his hands fumbling and earning curses as his frustration builds.

He rips down your pants and seemingly effortlessly lifts you and pins against the wall.

“Chim chim,” you say, looking down at him.

“No baby,” he leans close to your ear. “Say my real name.”

You smile and out your lips close to his ear, letting them brush against his earlobe as you whisper, “Jimin.”

His fingers tighten around your hips and he plunges into you. You have to bite your lip so as not to gasp from the shock. He thrusts roughly and you struggle not to make a sound, but moans work their way out despite your efforts. Jimin repeats your name like its the only thing he can remember, his hands shaking on your bare skin as he holds you.

His impressive length is so full inside you, you can feel even the slightest move he makes. Tiny yelps escape from your mouth and you feel him go faster each time, incredibly turned on by your effort to stay quiet. You lose your breath at the sight and close your eyes again, curling your fingers in his soft hair and scraping your teeth against his neck and shoulder.

“Ah, y/n!” He groans. Your core twists and you come around him. He moans and you grip his hair tightly as he comes. He lays his head on your chest for a moment, then pulls out and quickly sets you down.

“I don’t think I could hold you for one more second,” he joked tiredly.

“Are you saying I’m fat?”

He lets out an exasperated laugh, pushing his hair out of his eyes. Then his eyes curve into a wide smile once more.

“Oh my god y/n! We just had sex in the bathroom!”

You smile too, slightly embarrassed that you had forgotten where you were. You pulled up your pants as Jimin did the same.

“Remind me to be even more of a brat to you in the future,” he laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and kissing your forehead.

He takes out his phone. A text from Jin shows on the screen.

‘Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. I’ve payed for the drinks, I’ll see you at practice tomorrow.’

Jimin hugged you closer with a cute giggle, and you left the bathroom together.