Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Waking up

JIMINS POV:

FUCK! 

My head hurts so bad. I mean pounding bad.

I feel like I just woke up from a month long nap. 

BUt damn what a beautiful way to wake up. Even with my eyes closed, I can tell Im being pleasured. It's warm and wet and sucking and licking me. There are hands stroking me and rubbing up my torso. I can feel my boxers around me and my testicles being squeezed through cloth. Even surrounded by darkness, strange sounds were being forced from my lips as I felt myself enveloped to the hilt. I needed to touch, to grab something but this was when I realized I couldn't. My hands were shackled holding me to something. 

In confusion, I began to slowly open my eyes. Blurred shades of blue attacked my vision and I realized I was smelling vanilla. 

Was I in my room? Had I passed out from being so tired? 

I blinked a few times, only to close my eyes back tight as I was enveloped once again, my hips arching and aching to stay there forever. Sucking air in between my teeth, I smashed my head into the pillows beneath me and pumped into the wet cavern several times before letting my hips fall back down to into the bed. 

I heard a clear moan, my eyed opening again to see who was the culprit pleasing themselves while pleasing me. My eyes still a bit blurry, I see raven colored hair, curtaining itself around my center. The rise and fall motions splaying it across my stomach. The little hand next to my thigh reached up to grab my member and stroke him so good while, the giver looked up at me with a smirk. 

Her hair was covering half her face but I could see her lips were plump and pink, swollen from swallowing me whole. A little bit of precum was splattered on her lips but she quickly rectified the situation, slowly spreading her baby pink tongue over the top lip, then the bottom in one big circle making me stiffer in her hand. 

"You like that don't you baby?," she said to me. Her voice definitely diluted with want, heavy in seduction. 

I didn't want to answer her. I wanted her mouth back on my cock. But when I reached to push her head down, I was reminded that I was cuffed. "What the hell?" 

I began to look around the room a little better now. It wasn't mine. It looked the childrens ward at a hospital. There were candles all around and...

"AHHH FUCK!"...

she was working my cock so good. The sounds of her slurping on me filled the quiet room set up for seduction. She had pulled my boxers down below my sac and was wetting them up with her lips while her hand still stroked me with just enough pressure I thought I would cum with every upstroke. 

I felt I was in danger. At least that what my mind was screaming at me from somewhere in the background of my body experiencing all this pleasure. My mouth spoke for my body. "I want to see your face, Jagiya."

Her head popped up, and she looked pleased with her new name. It was all I could do as I didn't even know who she was. She swooped her hair to the side so it hung from the side furthest from me and I could watch as she took me between her lips again. She began slow this time, sucking only the tip grazing her teeth just slightly under the mushroom cap. I had never experienced teeth having this done before, the myth of pain always there to scare. But this felt magical, a contrast to the smooth, soft lips that engulfed me, and just enough of a tease to drive me fucking crazy. 

Involuntarily, my hips jerked upward. 

"More," I moaned to her. "Take more of me baby." 

She seemed giddy with my reactions and gladly obliged my request, her sounds that of a starving child in front of a major feast. Her mouth reached the base of my cock, flying back to the tip, she did this over and over until I am an imprint in the mattress and pillow, my sack seizing in her hand as I prepare to cum. 

"Oh, Jagiya," I prey on her need to be labeled. 

"I'm so fucking close." 

I want to grab her head, forcing her to continue, to not let up until I am jerking in her throat, my cum coating her tonsils, her trachea, her esophagus. But, alas, my hands are still restricted to these rails. I resign to not being able to touch her and just enjoy the moment. That is until, she pulls away from me. 

"No," I look up at her, my expression desperate. She had a smirk on her face. She did it on purpose, of that I am sure. "Why did you stop?" "I want you to see what I have on. I wore you favorite colors." She hopped off the bed and and stood beside me. My eyes bulged as I got a look at her body wholly. The lingerie set was my favorite color, blue and black, although I had no idea how she would have known that. It complimented her small frame. She didn't have a banging body like the supermodels, but her tummy was flat, her legs were toned, her ass the size of two oranges, and maybe a B cup up top. The lace and silk garment held together by a crisscross of string across her torso pushing her bare breast up and in my direction. I could see the thong split right beneath her hairs to reveal an opening for easy access. Licking my lips at the sight, I asked,

"Who are you and where have you been all my life?" 

Her reply threw me off a bit. "I'm your girlfriend, silly." 

Those alarms started ringing again, louder this time. 

"My girlfriend?"

That's impossible. My girlfriend was a bottle blond bimbo, who I only gave the courtesy of riding my dick because she did it whenever and wherever I wanted her too. At her parents house during dinner, in the garden in the middle of the day, on the bus full of passengers, on the side of a building as the school bell rang, in the middle of the dance floor at the club, wherever. Unless I had slipped into some alternate universe, this girl was out of her mind. Not only was I not her boyfriend, but Im sure I had never even seen her before. 

"Yes, honey," her words covered in a sticky syrup. "Do you like?" She twirled for me and my dick twitched several times. She noticed. "Oh, he is feeling a little cold and lonely, hunh?" 

"Well, yes. You left him so close to his release. He just doesn't understand why." 

We were speaking in baby talk. She walked over to the bed and began stroking me with her hand again. He wasn't soft but he could use a little attention. She gave that to him followed by bringing herself on the bed and placing one leg over my thighs to straddle me. 

"I wanted you inside me first. We've waited so long Jiminie. Don't you think it's time?" 

"T-Time?" 

I couldn't keep my thought coherent as she was sliding her pussy down my length. She was so hot, and wet, and juicy. Oh my god, and tight! So tight, so wet. I was swimming in her already and we had just begun. 

"Jiminie, you're so big. Oh my gosh," she moaned my name and I swear I couldn't think straight. After sitting on my member for several seconds, pulsating around me, she threw her head back and started grinding her hips down into me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ridges lining her pussy walls. I was captivated by her skills. She rode me to her own delight. Grinding hard and low, followed by bouncing on just the tip, only to whine down in circles, her hips pressed against mine again. Each change of stimulation, encasing me in darkness, as I couldn't open my eyes from the pleasure she was giving me. 

Her muscles tightened around me and my eyes flew open. Her moanings became louder and her grinds a little more centered. I was in her spot. "Daddy, fuck me," she whimpered, and I wanted to so bad but I needed my hands on her hips and thighs to do so.