Sinful Secrets: A Collection of BTS Smut

Jimin- Solo

It had been a long and grueling tour for Jimin. His fans had packed every venue to the brim, screaming their lungs out in support of their idol. Even after the last concert had ended, the energy seemed to linger in the air, like a lingering perfume on the skin.

Now, as Jimin finally found himself alone in his hotel room, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of exhaustion and relief wash over him. The bed beckoned him, calling out with its soft, inviting embrace. But before he could even think about climbing into the sheets, there was something else he needed to take care of first.

He shut the door, locking it tightly behind him, and then moved over to his suitcase. It was practically overflowing with designer clothes, makeup, and other assorted items from his tour. As he rummaged through it, his hand brushed against the cool, hard surface of a vibrator that had been hidden at the very bottom. A wicked smile spread across his lips as he pulled it out, the familiar shape and weight filling his hand.

Jimin crawled onto the bed, kicking off his shoes and then peeling off his shirt and tight leather pants, revealing his toned, muscular chest and strained cock. His nipples were already hard, standing at attention as if they knew what was coming. He moaned softly, the sound filling the room, as he positioned the vibrator against his pierced nipple. The vibrations sent sharp, pleasurable sensations through his body, making him gasp and arch his back.

He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling as the vibrator moved back and forth between his fingers. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, and he could feel the heat rising within him.

God, he was so fucking horny. His hand gripped his cock in desperation, stroking it over his boxers roughly as he imagined all the fans who had screamed his name and thrown themselves at him during the tour. The image of their pleading eyes, their hungry mouths, their wet panties... it all came rushing back, making him harder than he'd ever been before.

The vibrations were driving him wild, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He arched his back further, pressing his nipple harder against the toy, feeling the vibrations reverberate through him. His cock throbbed, leaking precum, staining his boxers and he could feel the pressure building inside him, threatening to break free.

His hips began to move involuntarily, thrusting upwards into his hands in a desperate attempt to find some release. The friction against his clothed cock and hands was excruciatingly pleasurable. Jimin moaned, his back arching off the bed as the sensations overtook him. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with each inhale. The vibrations grew more intense, more focused, and he could feel his body begin to tighten, ready to release.

With one final thrust of his hips, Jimin cried out, his back arching impossibly high as he came, his seed spilling onto his stomach and chest. His vision blurred, his body trembling with the force of the orgasm.

Panting heavily, he lowered his head, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to catch his breath. The vibrator had slipped from his grasp, its motorcycle-like hum now muffled against the bed. His skin tingled where it had made contact, and he felt a newfound sense of calm wash over him.

But the stillness was short-lived. Gingerly, he reached back, positioning his fingers at the entrance to his ass. The tip of the vibrator pressed against his puckered hole, and he closed his eyes, steeling himself for the inevitable. His breath came out in ragged gasps as he slowly pushed the vibrator inside, feeling it slide effortlessly past the tight ring of muscle that guarded his entrance.

The cold, smooth surface of the toy pressed against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He shivered, moaning into the pillow as the vibrations intensified, spreading outwards from his ass to engulf his entire lower body.

Gripping the base of the vibrator, Jimin began to thrust it in and out of his ass, matching the rhythm of his hips to the vibrations that were now rippling through him. The friction against his slickened hole was exquisite, pushing him higher and higher toward the brink of ecstasy. His cock, still half-hard, throbbed against his thigh, begging for release.

As he moved faster, lost in the sensation of being filled and stretched by the toy, he couldn't help but picture someone else there, their body moving in perfect synchronization with his own. It was a thrilling, intimate fantasy that sent shockwaves of pleasure through him. He imagined it was someone who knew exactly how to touch him, how to make him feel wanted and desired.

The image of Yoongi filled his mind, his dark eyes gazing down at him with a mixture of lust and adoration. He thrust deeper into his hand, feeling the vibrator press against his prostate. The fantasy was so vivid, it was as if Yoongi were there with him, their bodies tangled together, sweat-slicked skin sliding against each other.

The vibrations grew more intense, the pressure building inside him, threatening to break free. He could feel himself growing closer to the edge, the need for release becoming all-consuming. Pressing further into the mattress, his hips undulating in time with the vibrations. The toy inside him seemed to have a mind of its own, twisting and turning as it stretched him in ways he hadn't imagined possible. His cock throbbed, leaking pre-cum onto his thigh, and he knew that it wouldn't be long now.

The image of Yoongi's dark eyes, watching him from the shadows, burned itself into his brain. He could feel his heart race, his body tremble with anticipation. The air around him seemed to crackle with electricity, and with every thrust of his hips, the sensation grew more intense. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt himself begin to lose control, his orgasm building inside him.

He could feel his body tremble with anticipation. The tension built within him, unbearable, until finally, with a shuddering gasp, he released, spilling his seed across the sheets. This was unlike anything he'd ever experienced; his muscles seemed to uncoil, the knot in his stomach loosening as he surrendered to the overwhelming wave of pleasure. He lay there, panting, feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm course through him. The vibrator, still buried deep inside him, continued to pulse, sending ripples of pleasure through his body.

After a few moments, he slowly withdrew the vibrator from his ass, letting it slip from his grasp to land with a wet smack on the bed beside him. He turned onto his side, curling into himself as he tried to catch his breath. The scent of sex filled the air, a heady mix of sweat and desire that made his heart race anew. He couldn't help but wonder what Yoongi would think if he could see him now, if he knew how close they'd been, how much he'd wanted him. A shiver of desire ran down his spine at the thought. Perhaps one day, he mused, they could make this real. For now, though, he would have to content himself with these fantasies, these stolen moments of escape. With that Jimin drifted off to sleep

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That took some time but I am happy with the result. It has been all vanilla so far so look forward to some spice soon enough. Thank you for reading -Sxx