Thinking about worshiping jimin’s body
PAIRING: switch!bf!jimin x awkward!f!reader. anonreq
Tags: explicit sexual content, fluff, sub!jimin💢, but he also talks her through it??😵💫, she’s very hesitant since she never topped him b4, so he SNAPS(very gently), JIMIN’S SENSITIVE NIPS, she’s very curious and into it it’s adorable, praising, lots of begging, i lied i made him a switch throughout the fic, handjob, this is very romantic it’s annoying, aftercare ❤︎
He would be laying on the bed, his chest naked wearing only his pajama pants on. He’s waiting for you to sleep together. You’re getting ready for bed as usual, as he watch with a sleepy, loving eyes.
After you put on your favorite nightgown, you crawl on the bed towards him, his soft smile slowly forming on his pretty, full lips. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his nipples are visibly hard because of the cold summer night. His tattoo adorned his skin under his lower chest. He looks gorgeous like this, all splayed out on the bed with his arm lazily open, inviting you in so warmly.
“There you are, pretty girl.” He whispered as you lay your head down on his chest, pressing a soft kiss on your temple, snuggling so tightly against his side.
Your hands are itching to touch his body, you wanna feel all of him, kiss every inch of his soft skin. But jimin had a really long day today, came in exhausted and sleepy. After dinner, he immediately went to shower and collapsed on the bed wearily. You thought you would find him already asleep, but jimin always waited for you to get in bed, he always did.
“Jimin.”
“Yes, baby.”
“Are you going to sleep?”
“Hm.. maybe in a little bit. And you?.” He murmured against your head, his palm moved in slow soothing strokes over your waist, his thumb shyly tracing under your breast.
“..maybe in a bit too,” You mumbled, almost absentmindedly. Your gaze is focused on the waistband sat low on his hips, hinting at the faint V-shaped lines disappearing beneath the fabric. Lord. You want to touch his hips and delicate waist. The itch was getting harder to ignore, hes laying beside you so beautifully like a Greek god, you want to worship him so badly, but you really don’t wanna keep him up.
“Jimin.” You really don’t wanna..
“Hm.”
“Are you tired”
“What is it, my love.” The hand that was stroking your waist, slowly slide up your chin, titling your head making you look up at him. His eyes were so droopy and soft, his gaze drifting between your eyes and lips with quiet fondness. His thumb caressing your cheek oh so gently it made you melt in a puddle.
“What got you so flustered right now, hm?.” God. His gentle whispers sing to you like a melody. There wasn’t a single coherent thought in your head right now. You were utterly defeated under the gentlest amount of affection. But no. You don’t wanna make it about you tonight, you want him to feel good and comfy. But you’re so embarrassed to ask, you never took charge in bed. He’s always been the one who take care of you and makes you feel so good you forget how to breathe for a second. And you wanna make Jimin feel the same way he makes you feel. You want to. You have to try.
“Can i.. maybe touch you?.” You murmured, looking at his lips unable to look him in the eyes.
“Yeah?, you wanna touch me?” Purring softly, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
“How do you wanna touch me?”
“Like make you feel good and cozy..” god why is it so hard to ask for this, it’s not like you never touched him before.
He didn’t say anything, but his hand wrapped around yours, guiding it down his chest to his stomach.
“Touch me then.” He whispered so quietly you barely heard him. The hand guiding yours on his body made your heart skip a beat. His body was lean muscle— firm beneath your hand, yet impossibly soft to the touch.
Jimin let out breathy sighs, enjoying your warm hand on his spent body. You start kissing your way up to his neck, sucking on his delicate collarbone enough to not leave any marks there, your tongue darting out your lips as you settle on the side of his neck.
Your hand never stopping the desperate touches on his body, your thumb hesitantly brushing under his dark areola, wanting to touch his nipple.
“can i-“
“y/n, please.”
His voice shaking, you didn’t notice his heavy breath, or his hand tightening on your back, fingers gripping your nightgown so tightly. He’s deeply affected, and you didn’t even notice that.
“Please.. touch me everywhere, i want you to, i need you to.”
Intentionally, you stroke his nipple gently, testing if it’s okay to go this far.
“That’s it, touch me however you like. Good girl” he whispered in your hair, his hips rolling sensually into the air, as if desperately looking for any friction to relieve his aching throbbing cock.
You can see it jerk in his pants. The reaction was fascinating, every time you flick his bud, his cock flinch from the impact. This got you spring up. Making Jimin stay still for a second until he realized why the sudden movement; you throw your leg over his toned thighs, straddling his lap as you reach over his chest and flick both his nipples, making him arch towards your hands, loving your abrupt confidence.
“Ahh fuck.. keep going, you doing so well,”
His head is thrown back, your fingers twisting his hard buds making his breath hitching violently. He never thought you would be into this, considering how much you love being submissive, and since he loves his nipples being touched, he didn’t want to scare you off by asking you too much, always taking things so slow and thoughtfully.
Your hips reflexively rocking on his lap, his cock twitching with every sway. He’s trying to keep his voice down, you can hear it in the way he mewls, biting so hard on his lip. You love his little noises so much, but you want to hear it more clearly.
As selfish as it sounds, you still lean your head towards his chest, taking his left nipple between your lips, while tugging at his right bud. Making him yelp so loud you flinch away from him,
“Did i hurt you?? Im so sorry! Im sorry! I should’ve asked b-“
“No no it’s okay, please keep doing that,” holding your hands back to his chest, “you just caught me off guard, i loved it.”
“Are you sure?” Hesitant for a moment, “you sounded like you’re in pai-“
In a swift quick motion, he pulls your face down to his lips, shutting you up with a rough kiss. His mouth moving so fast you can barely keep up with him, but it felt so good. Sucking your lower lip into his mouth, sticking his tongue in your wet mouth, his hand threading through your hair, tilting your head to the side, deepening the kiss. Hes devouring you. Both of you breathing in each other’s face, moans and lip smacks filled the quiet room.
“Please.. im okay .. just..” his lips struggling between kissing your sweet lips and talking to you.
“I loved it so much,” he leaned his forehead against yours, hands guiding yours on his chest again.
“Please” he’s almost crying now, very frustrated by the lack of attention your mouth has given, “your mouth on me.. please..”
Nodding your head once, you wrapped your lips around his nipple again, swirling your tongue around the taut bud, lapping at it, then suckling gently. Your hips proceeded its sensual pace, pressing harder on his pulsing cock, as your hands slide up and down his waist.
You switched to the other nipple, giving it the same lavish attention, sucking and laving until it was glistening and reddened. You experimented, grazing your teeth ever so lightly over the hypersensitive tip.
He screamed. A short, sharp, utterly unfiltered sound of overwhelmed pleasure. “Fuck! Do that again, please, I need it, I need you to—”
You do it again, a little less carefully, and his whole world seemed to short-circuit. His thighs are shaking, arms wrapped so tight around you, trying so hard to keep his voice low but failing. He’s shaking so hard you think he’s about to come.
You lifted your head, your lips wet, your own breathing ragged. You stared at the evidence of your effect on him, A wild spark igniting inside you. The sight of him all helpless and vulnerable, made you wonder if you’ll ever go back from this.
You looked down from his desperate, flushed face down to his visible bulge tenting his pants.
“Take it off for me,” gesturing toward his pants, you immediately obliged, sliding his pants down enough to free him. His cock sprang upwards, slapping against his hard stomach. Hes so pretty, thick and flushed a deep, angry red, the head already slick with pre-cum. You’d seen him hard before, felt him inside you, but never like this—on blatant, vulnerable display, completely at the mercy of your gaze and your touch. He was magnificent.
Tentatively, you reached out and wrapped your fingers around the base. The skin was silken hot, the shaft iron-hard beneath. You gave an experimental stroke, from root to tip, using the pre-cum as lubrication.
A ragged, punched-out groan tore from his throat. His eyes rolled back. “Yes. Just like that. A little tighter, baby. Squeeze harder.”
You adjusted your grip, firming your hold, and began to move your hand in a slow, steady rhythm. You were utterly focused, studying every minute reaction; the jump of a vein under your thumb, the way his balls drew up tight, the flutter of his stomach muscles with every pass of your hand over the sensitive head.
“Talk to me,” he begged, his voice cracking. “Please, tell me what you’re thinking. Tell me how I feel.”
You were so deep in your concentration you’d forgotten to speak. “You’re… so hard,” you murmured, your voice sounding foreign to your own ears. “So hot in my hand. You’re leaking everywhere.” You swiped your thumb over the slit, spreading the moisture, and he cried out, his hips bucking up into your touch.
“More,” he sobbed. “Please, more of that. Use your other hand. Touch my balls, be gentle, just cradle them…”
You obeyed, your movements becoming more confident as you followed his desperate, explicit directions. You learned the rhythm he liked—a twist of your wrist on the upstroke, a teasing press under the head. You learned where he was most sensitive—the frenulum, which made him sob when you rubbed it, and the tight seam of skin connecting his balls to his shaft, which made his whole body convulse when you stroked it.
“I’m not gonna last,” he warned, his words slurring together. “You’re too good. You’re milking me so good, just with your hands. Please, baby, I wanna come. Can I come? Please let me come.”
The sight of him bubbling and begging for you to let him come is so addictive, makes you want to give him all the pleasure he deserves.
“Come for me, jiminie,” you heard yourself say, your voice low and surprisingly steady. “Let me see it.”
It was all the permission he needed. With a shattered cry that was more sob than shout, his back arched violently off the bed. Thick, hot stripes of white painted his stomach and chest in frantic pulses, some even reaching his heaving pecs, mixing with the sheen of sweat and saliva already there. His body shook through the violent aftershocks, his thighs trembling, his toes curling.
You kept your hand moving, gently, through the very last tremor, until he was oversensitive and whimpering, pushing weakly at your wrist. You released him, sitting back on your heels, your own heart hammering, your core throbbing with a sympathetic, aching need. You looked at your hand, sticky and glistening, then back at him.
He was a vision of utter debauchery. Spent, panting, covered in the evidence of his own release, his sensitive nipples still peaked and wet from your mouth. His eyes were closed, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks. He looked completely, utterly ruined.
“Wait.” Before he can question you, you jumped out of the bed, pattering across your dresser, reaching for the wipes cleaning your hand, then came back hovering over him again.
“Stay still,” you murmured. He obeyed immediately, his body going slack beneath your touch. A tiny smile tugged at his lips as you cleaned him up with slow, careful strokes.
Hes in awe, how adorable and gentle you take care of him, he didn’t know he could possibly fall even more in love with you, but right now he’s utterly and completely obsessed with you.
“Baby you don’t have to-“
“You always clean me up afterwards,” you murmured.
He laughed under his breath, cheeks warming. “As I should.” His smile softened as he watched you. “But… seeing you do it for me feels unfairly nice.♡”
A/N: it’s my bday!!! Posting this as a gift for me and it would be even more nicer if i shared it with yall 💕
Hope y’all enjoyed!! Im absolutely obsessed with the reader!! I love awkward and shy characters.
Thank you anon for this great idea 💗
