BTS + EXO | Book of Imagines

Jimin x Reader Smut - Video Chatting with Jungkook

I have homework.”

“You can multitask.” His grin just a little more than sly, eyes twinkling, dark and round, backing you into your working desk with fingers tracing up your sides.

“This essay is due in the…” his lips creep up the skin of your neck, your top riding too high already, another hand sneaking up your shorts, tugging on your panties. In one fluid move, he flips you around. Your back is pressed against his chest so you feel him pressed between your thighs, hot and hard and breathing down your spine in a way that has you shivering.

“When’s it due?” he asks, teeth skimming along the nape of your neck.

“In… in the morning.” Your head swivels to give him more access. He traces a finger round your clit and your knees almost give out. He chuckles and brings the pair of you back to sit down on your desk chair, making sure you can feel him no matter how you adjust yourself. He reaches over your shoulder and flips open your laptop for you.

“Then we have all night.”

By then, your lips are red and swollen from your own teeth and you can barely turn round to glare at him before trying to push yourself off, but he has you in a vice grip, tugging your pants down to your knees, a hand up your long shirt to tweak at your nipples. You whine his name and grind down, involuntarily, more out of necessity than want.

“Go on—what’s the topic?” he asks, teeth catching the shell of your ear. Your fingers curl into his hair and tug causing an involuntary moan to escape his plump lips.

“Jimin—”

He hums and presses his lips to the junction of your neck and shoulder and sucks gently. Your whole body burns and he doesn’t let up, not even an inch, thrusting up slow, teasing you every step of the way.

“Please—”

“I thought you had homework?”

“I do—but you’re not letting me—” you gasp as he brings you up and slides into you with one fluid move, giving you next to no time to adjust. You can feel him smirk against your skin.

“I’m not doing anything—here, see?” he reaches over and opens up a blank word document, “I’ll even get everything set up for you.”

“You’re…” but the rest of your sentence is cut off as he snaps his hips up, sharp, and settles back into the chair, hands around your hips, turning you in tiny circles that have you grasping for what little sanity you have left. He is in complete control, working your body in any way he pleases, and you are just putty he can mold between those damnably skillful fingers.

Something pops up at the bottom of your screen—

Incoming Call From: Jeon Jungkook

“Jimin, stop—” you hiss as he reaches over to click answer.

“Jungkookie!” he exclaims as the call connects, the screen darkening as Jungkook appears, fussing with his headphones.

“Ah, is Jimin over again?” Jungkook asks in a faux annoyed voice, though there’s no malice in his voice and he’s smiling. He plugs his headphones in and adjusts the screen. You press your lips as Jimin pulls you down, working up a soft, steady pace that has your entire body on edge, your thoughts spinning just out of reach.

“You should know better by now, I’m always here.” Jimin grins and runs a finger, in almost leisurely fashion down your stomach to press at your clit. You let out an involuntary gasp and your whole body shakes. On the call, Jungkook frowns, cheeks flushing.