𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑦-𝐽𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛 𝑂𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

I need you...🌚

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Slight submissive Self play~

Jimin flinches as he's rushed out of sleep; His chest heaving and slightly wet from his sweat, his hair messy from tossing and turning. He was dreaming about you...

He sits up, now fully awake and leans against the headboard while catching his breath. The dream was so intense, so real. He takes a moment to remember the feeling. The feeling of your legs wrapped around him, your warm body as he held you close to him, your breathy moans against his neck as he brings you close to your high.

He whines while palming himself through his boxers, his raging boner begging to poke out. He couldn't help himself and instantly pulled his cock out. His burning pink tip already oozing pre-cum.

He started thinking about how he would finish the dream, how it would end. And started to stroke his throbbing member.

He imagined you flipping positions. Sitting on top of him and riding him. Gripping your hands in his sweaty hair. Kissing along his jawline and neck; marking him. Calling him yours, moaning how good he fucks you...how good he makes you feel. How no one else can make you feel as good.

"Mmh~ y-y/n~"

He started increasing his hand movement as the wave of thoughts began to swish in his mind.

He imagined the feeling of tight tugging on his head from your soft hands; in cause of how much he's pleasing you. You make it so clear to him how he makes you feel, and it drives him crazy.

He imagined gripping your waist and thrusting into you as hard as he can; Making you scream. Hearing your sweet sexy voice at the top of its loud capacity. All because of him.

"fuuuckkk~ ahhhuhh~" he choked on a moan as he felt himself getting close to his high.

He kept repeating the thoughts in his mind. Everything of what he wants you to do to him. Just you. Your sounds, your body, your warmth. You.

"I need you~ fuuuck I need you so bad..."

He kept his strokes at an ungodly pace. Desperate to cum for you. In thought of you.

You taking care of him. You moving your hips in sync with his thrusts. You gripping his hair. He was going crazy, all for you.

He had to cover his mouth so he wouldn't scream. He muffled a loud relieving moan as cum shot from his tip and onto his chest and abs.

He sighed and caught his breath, taking a moment to calm down from his intense orgasm. He looked down at the mess on him and smiled at the thought of you cleaning him up.

"If only you were here..." he mumbled to himself.