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Park Jimin woke up that afternoon at 3 pm, feeling horny, after sleeping through a day, and then a few hours. He was overworked due to working on a song that just wasn't coming together. He sighed, such was life just a few days before his birthday.
He stretched his arms, fists clenched. A few of his joints popped. Renewed, he stared at his computer. He wasn't hungry yet, so he pranced to the chair and booted it up. Barely dressed in his black bikini panties and a white shirt big enough to pass as a robe, just how he liked them.
After a few minutes of staring blankly at the screen, he figured he wouldn't be able to finish the track on his own… he might need his boyfriend's help.
At the corner of his eyes, he noticed his cellphone and proceeded to dial Yoongi.
“Leave your message after the sound.” he heard from the voice mail.
Growing anxious, Jimin dialed again. It rang, and rang, going long enough that he feared he would be sent to the voicemail. It went silent “I thought you’d never wake up, beautiful.” Yoongi said at the other end of the line.
“Are you free now?” Jimin asked, anticipation building inside his.
“Yeah, why?” Yoongi asked, music sounding in the background.
"I need your help.", Jimin simply replied.
"Is it horny help or music help?"
"Uh, wait let me check!", saying that Jimin put one hand inside his panties to feel any wetness. Finding a little he said, "Not horny help yet but it can be your reward after finishing music help?!"
Yoongi chuckled, "it'll be more of your reward than mine!"
"Oh please, as if you don't enjoy it more than me!"
Yoongi giggled at the other end. “I’m going to bet you haven’t eaten yet.”
Jimin kept silent. “Well, I know you, baby. Let me bring some food for you. I’ll be there in half an hour. Be a good girl and keep yourself horny for me.” Yoongi said, enthusiasm oozing from his every word.
Then he cut the call.
Jimin rid himself of his shirt. His tits looked silky smooth, his nipples of a light pink that reminded of strawberry cream. He shoved his panties aside. His pussy was just as smooth as his tits with plump labia that completely concealed his inner lips that were only revealed when he spread his outer ones with his fingers.
Jimin felt a surge of arousal that spread through his body, lingering as an itchy burn around his pussy, when he thought about their last escapades. He never thought his boyfriend Yoongi would be willing to indulge his kinks and fetishes for pain. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his clit as he watched thought about the last time they had fun. Jimin flicked his nub, moaning softly. Craving for pain, he pinched his fat pussy, tugging on it until his meaty lips slipped from his thin fingers.
“I didn’t think Yoonie would be willing to do something like that,” Jimin thought. “He gave it so hard to me last time.” He continued in his mind. "I truly have an amazing boyfriend."
Sinking the tips of his nails into the sensitive flesh of his pussy, he pinched his clit harshly. Groaning as he felt the sting in his cunt.
The longer Jimin stayed there, the more he desired for pain he couldn’t give himself as much as he wanted to. He had limits before his body’s self-preservation instinct betrayed his masochistic cravings.
He smiled to himself, his arousal increasing as he rid himself of his soaked panties, Jimin laid on the floor and spread his legs in front of the door, exposing his peachy slit for anyone who would enter his room right then.
Jimin rubbed his clit in small circles, moaning softly as he carefully kept himself on the edge, not allowing him the relief of fully cumming. He didn’t want to, not yet. It would only spoil his fun.