Obsession (Jimin FF) ✔

Fun House Fun

(Y/N) POV

I loved the taste, the smell, the feel, and the sight of Jimin's member. 

The slide of him across my tongue was something I woke up every morning for. Him pulsating in my hands alone could make me release in my panties. I wanted a milkshake made solely of his essence, complete with a tall cup and bendy straw. If I was ever upset with him, he would only have to whip it out and I was putty in his hands. Any offer of him in between either pair of my lips would quickly be accepted.

I inhaled his scent of strawberries and vanilla, before taking him into my mouth, my lips in a hurried pace as we could be caught at any moment. I had expected him to be non-vocal during this session but was proven wrong as he told me, 

"Slow down, Jagi. Start slow like you always do, then get to that." 

I slowed down for him, sucking his member only a inch at a time before going down to the next level and doing the same, each time pulling away and licking him wholly. When he was fully in my mouth, I alternated deepthroating him and using my teeth to just tease his tip. He loved this move, always hissing at the sensation, and moaning "Fuck!" When he buried his fingers in my hair, I knew he was ready for a faster pace. I deep throat him repeatedly until I could feel his balls tighten in my hand, then hold him in my throat, his member pulsating there. His hands push my head down on him as he fucks my mouth preparing to release, when I hear...

"Ha...Ha...Ha...I vant to suck your blood", 

and I pull away dying in laughter. 

"Fuuuuuuck!," he cums anyway except now it is spread all over including in my hair, splashes on my face, and some on my shirt. I am a little disappointed that I couldn't swallow it all, but it was my own fault. Hearing Dracula tell someone, he wanted to suck something was just too comical in that moment to not bust a stitch. 

"Jagi.." he pouted in disappointment. I suppose the full potential of this orgasm wasn't reached. But he smiles down at me as he realizes the majority of him is on me. Wiping my shirt and face with his finger, he feeds me the remnants of his essence, and I gladly take it enjoying his taste regardless. Running my fingers through my hair, we continue the rest of the attraction.

"That wasn't so scary," I giggled when we finally got out, his arm draped around me. 

"I told you," he whispered in my ear then kissed my hair before remembering what was in it. It was dark now and the carnival and the crowd was winding down. I noticed this and the fact he was guiding me in a particular direction. 

We ended up in the house of mirrors, him slamming me up against a reflection of myself, his hands already pushing my panties to the side. 

"I knew you would be soaking after your little snack," his fingers slipping into the wetness that awaited him. 

"Ah...Jiminie." his digits were teasing me and I wanted more. 

"Yes Jagiya. Tell Daddy Jimin what you want." I was already a whimpering mess. 

"Your dick, Jimin!," I huffed at him. "Gimme the dick."

Groaning loudly, he bit my ear before bending to grab my thighs wrapping them tight around his waist, the mirror behind him showing both my face and his as he entered me. The fact I could see Jimin fucking me from every fathomable angle only heightened my pleasure. His beautiful bottom cheeks moving in circles, dipping low, rising, and jerking were as much of a turn on as what his member was doing on the other side. 

"God, you look sexy as fuck, baby," he stammered, looking at the many reflections of my face as I moaned his name over and over. "Tell me when I hit your spot." He wants me to squirt on him. 

"Turn me around Jiminie," I pant against his lips, wanting to see a different position in the many mirrors. He raises my shirt so my breast are pressed against the cold glass and I shriek when he bites my neck and enters me at the same time. Grinding hard up into me, I can feel the familiar tingle in my legs as they prepare to fail me. 

I bend down just a little, Jimin staggering some as he backs up to give me room to do so. I turn my head to watch us again. His fingers gripping into my sides, his tongue hanging from him mouth, his head thrown back as he says "Fuck, Jagi," enjoying the newest position. I push back on him, circling my own hips, him now watching me in the many mirrors. 

Suddenly he slams into me, but only one time, causing me to gasp and inhale his name. It feels like a prequel to what is to come as he growls stilling my hips. 

"Yes baby, do it," I tell him. "I'm ready, Jiminie." 

His face looks like that of of a mad animal as he looks into mine through the mirror. He slams again and this time it is a direct shot into my spot. 

"There Ji-" I cry, but he interrupts me. 

"Fuck yes. I feel it. Hands on the mirror baby." 

Placing my hands on the mirror I was once pressed against, I hold on as he starts a rampage of strokes that have me almost screaming. He takes my hair in his grasp, pulling me back on his hardness, and watching us from every angle. 

I feel his member elongate inside me, stretching me more, and it triggers me. As we indirectly look into each other's eyes via the surrounding mirrors, I scream his name and release the orgasmic liquid that he so loves, the force of his thrust splashing some on the mirror in front of me. 

With the many reflections of my release surrounding him, he also has no choice but to let himself go. "(Y/N)...Fuck (Y/N)!" falls from his lips as his hips falter and he releases himself inside me.