Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Starting Slow

I hid in the bushes behind his house, watching him do his homework. He was so sexy, his brow wrinkled in thought, watching him place the pencil eraser between his lips, before his face lifted in annoyance as he realized the answer was right in front of him. He was listening to some old SHinee, Replay, and singing along. I decided tonight would be the night.

I was tired of the flirting and the girls and the dances that turned me on tremendously and trips to the parlor. He needed to take me on a real date and fuck me. 

With that thought in mind, I crawled over to the ledge of the window. Crouched down out of sight, I threw a small pebble against the glass. It made a small dinging sound. I didn't expect him to hear it immediately. I just wanted his attention. I grabbed another pebble, doing the same. This time, his music lowered, and I waited for a few seconds before I heard the volume rise again slightly. This time I added a little more force into the throw. I wanted him to definitely hear this one, I wanted him annoyed. So much so, he would wrench the window open. And there I was, shooting him a shot of my own person love potion into his neck.

He looked down at me with so much love before he fell asleep slightly hanging out the window. I pulled him slowly out the rest of the way and on to the tarp I had laid under me. He was heavier than I thought he would be, even calculating that he was full of muscle. But the last few weeks I had made it a point to tone up some because I wasn't about to let anything stop me from taking my man out and fucking him good. 

Getting him up the ramp and into the van was quite literally an uphill battle, but I managed. Before I pulled off, I crouched over him, digging my nose into his neck, breathing in him. I didn't have much time before my potion wore off so I couldn't indulge like I wanted to. "We've got time baby." I said down to him before hopping in the driver seat and heading to the place I had personally picked out for our first time. 

We pulled up to the abandoned hospital and into the ambulance bay. It was a little creepy down here but I had set us up a nice room on the top floor. It was crazy the elevators were still working and it was plenty of cots around to put him on. I wheeled my sweetheart all the way to room 613. I had painted the room a sky blue and had brought in a black and dark blue bed set, vanilla scented candles, and all my toys from home. The candles had been burning for a few hours so the room was fragrant as we pushed open the swinging door, holding hands as we did.

 "See baby, I've already set the mood. You don't have to be the romantic today. I already did that," I said to my sleeping beauty. I made light of rolling him over onto the hospital bed and raising the bars. I immediately pulled out the handcuffs. They were a bit furry as I didn't want to hurt him but I couldn't have him freaking out when he woke up in a strange place and clearly still drowsy from the potion I gave him. I covered him up in the duvet and raised his head a little, fluffing his pillows and undressing him down to his t shirt and boxers. After making sure all was set, I snuck a quick kiss on those lips. Soft as pillows, juicy like strawberries, taste of mint. I was in love already. 

"I knew I would be," I shrugged to myself, before heading into the room bathroom and changing into my lace set. I felt sexy but still self conscious. Would he like it? It felt amazing against my skin. I made sure it could easily be removed. It literally fell apart with the pull of one string. I think he will like it. 

I had decided to lay on the complementary couch, having covered it with a couch cover, and take a nap but couldn't sleep. I was too excited. I checked my phone. 9:36. He should be waking up soon. He just looked so delicious sitting up there, waiting on me to just have a taste. 

I slowly climbed up on the bed his member just a small bulge in his boxers. I felt he was begging me to touch him. I mean, he wanted this as much as I did. We had waited long enough. I looked up at his sleeping face, his breathing even and heavenly. I reached for his member still watching his face for any sign of a reaction. I squeezed around the head and he actually let out a low mewl and jumped in my hand. I knew he wanted this. Pulling down his boxers, I wasted no time taking his softness in my mouth. 

He was delectable, vanilla with a hint of saltiness. I felt my wetness increasing with just a taste of him. I wanted the full meal. My tongue played along the tip of him, before reaching down to the base, grazing his sack before licking back up to his tip. He groaned, his member hardening under me, my confirmation to continue.