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“There,” Jimin breathes, smoothing his hand over the soft, white crochet sheet draped perfectly across the mattress. “All set.”
He leans back on his elbows, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he admires his work. The warm lighting of his bedside lamp bathes the room in a gentle glow, creating a perfectly intimate atmosphere.
His soft, peach-pink hair catches the light, giving him an ethereal glow. The pink eyeshadow and glitter beneath his eyes accentuate his faux innocence. The gloss on his lips shimmers perfectly, making them look irresistibly tempting.
Jimin glances at his laptop, perched at the end of the bed, ready and waiting. He gives a playful wave to his reflection on the screen, watching as the gesture is mirrored back at him. The camera captures every detail—the sharp angle of his jaw, the softness of his gaze, and the way his hair frames his face perfectly.
With a final deep breath, Jimin settles into position, a thrill of anticipation sending a shiver down his spine.
The camera’s red light blinks on, signalling that it is recording. His fingers hover over the keyboard, pulse quickening as he types out a brief message to his eager audience. The chatbox is already filling with excited comments and hearts, his viewers buzzing with anticipation. Letting out a slow exhale, Jimin slips into his ‘Mimi’ persona before clicking ‘Start Live.’
The screen buffers momentarily, and then his face appears. He offers a sultry smile and leans in closer, his voice low and teasing.
“Hey, everyone,” he greets smoothly, his tone inviting. “Miss me?”
The chat erupts, numerous compliments and hearts flying by too quickly to catch. He chuckles softly, shifting his position just enough to let the fabric of his loose robe slip.
“Of course you did,” Jimin clicks his tongue. “I’ve got something special planned for tonight,” he continues, fingers lazily trailing over the edge of the sheet. “But I think I’ll keep you waiting just a little longer.”
With a playful tilt of his head, Jimin lets the robe slip further, exposing the smooth lines of his collarbone. The silky smooth fabric looks good on him.
Jimin's eyes flicker with a mischievous glint when the view count rises and eager responses fill the chat.
He shifts slightly, the robe falling open even more and exposing a nipple. He wets a finger and uses it to pinch at it, eliciting a needy moan. His breath hitches just slightly, a faint tremor in his voice as he continues, “I’ve been thinking about this all day. Imagining how it would feel… to be here with you all.”
The words are soft, almost like a secret he's sharing only with his audience. His gaze lingers on the camera, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, as if he's drawing them into his private world.
Jimin's fingers slide down his collarbone, tracing the path of his exposed skin. The movement is slow and deliberate, filled with intention. His lips part slightly as he exhales, the sound almost a whisper of a sigh.
He leans closer to the camera, the soft glow of the lighting casting shadows that accentuate his features. "Are you ready for what I have in store?" he murmurs, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. He lets his gaze wander, pretending to consider his next move, knowing full well the effect it has on his viewers.
A slow smile curls on his lips, teasing yet tender. "I know you're all on edge," he teases, "But you’ve been so good. I think you deserve a reward.”
With that, he lets the robe slip from his body, revealing smooth, caramel skin. He smirks, running a hand past his waist and down his thighs. The white, delicate skirt, barely clinging to his hips, flutters softly against his skin, the sheer fabric adding a teasing touch.
His favourite black leather garter with the silver heart clasp hugs his right thigh, accentuating the curve of the thick muscle beneath. His viewers have always been obsessed with his thighs, begging for weeks to see them pretty and decorated.
The first time he wore the garter, he earned more money than he ever had in his entire career.
As a retired pole dancer, Jimin has loads of experience in the sex industry. He knows men their sick fantasies. But better yet, he knows how to drive them utterly insane.
So, going along with their fantasies has never been an issue for Jimin. He is playing a character after all.
Leaning forward, Jimin bites at his lip cheekily. His hand grasps over his latest purchase, something he knows his viewers will froth over.
A nine-inch, pink dildo.
Jimin shows the toy off to the camera, watching as the chat explodes with excitement. His lips curve into a seductive smile as he gently runs his fingers along its length, eyes never leaving the lens.
"I see you're all as excited as I am," he purrs, the tease in his voice unmistakable. "This one's new... just for tonight. I know how much you love it when I try something special."
He brings the dildo to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before tracing his tongue along the side. The viewers are practically vibrating with anticipation, their comments flying by faster than he can read.
"You've been so patient," Jimin continues, voice a low murmur. "But I think it's time to really start the fun."
The chat surges as he spreads his thighs, giving the camera a perfect view of the delicate, lacy underwear that clings to his skin. He hooks a finger under the waistband, pulling it down slowly, teasing his audience with every inch he reveals.
The anticipation is palpable, both in the room and on the screen, as he finally frees himself from the fabric. His cock spring free, his tip flushed as it leaks precum. He swipes a finger through it and brings it to his mouth, tasting it.
Jimin recalls the countless Instagram DMs he receives, filled with outrageous requests-everything from personal videos to offers of payment just to have his cum in a jar, shipped straight to their door. He chuckles softly, the absurdity of it all amusing him. "I bet some of you are dying for a taste too, huh?"
“You’ll just have to imagine,” Jimin tsk’s, sucking the pink dildo into his mouth. His lips pull taught, trying to accommodate the sheer width of it. He gags when he gets barely halfway before the tip hits the back of his throat.
“Oopsy,” Jimin giggles, a thin strand of spit clinging to the dildo as he breaks away with a wet pop.
“Guess I’ll have to try to fit it somewhere else,” He pouts playfully, running it along the inside of his thigh. The residue of his spit leaves behind wet trails, so he runs his finger over them.
“The question is,” he taps at his chin mischievously, “Shall I ride it, or fuck myself with it?”
He surveys the comments closely and it’s clear that there is an overwhelming demand to ride it.
Jimin nods in silent agreement, turning away from the camera as he situates himself on all fours.
With a seductive glance over his shoulder, he locks eyes with the camera, lifting his skirt. A gleaming silver butt plug, paired with a matching silver ball, dangles teasingly from his hole.
He lets out a breathy moan as he grips the plug, tugging gently. The anticipation hangs in the air, his hole clenching around nothing as the plug finally pops out with a soft, wet sound.
Jimin pulls himself upright and onto his knees, chucking the plug somewhere across the room. He grabs the dildo, sucking it into his mouth messily before securing it with one hand.
Jimin presses the tip against his entrance, building anticipation with each careful movement. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he begins to sink down, his eyes fluttering closed as a deep, guttural moan escapes his lips.
It’s so thick, he can feel his hole flutter desperately as it tries to accommodate the intrusion. The stretch is so delicious that he can’t help but whimper.
Jimin has always loved the feeling of being split open, body so full and willing to take anything.
Truth be told, Jimin used to sleep around a lot, trying to find someone who could satisfy his hunger. When he met Min Yoongi, he was instantly ruined from all other men.
They had met when Jimin worked at the strip club, Yoongi DJ’ing under his stage name, Suga.
From the very first glance, Jimin was captivated, ruined for anyone else. He spent weeks practically begging for Yoongi’s attention—constantly seeking out dances in Yoongi’s section, secretly asking his friends for his schedule, even faking a fall just to get a moment of his focus.
When Yoongi finally approached him, he couldn’t help but find great amusement in Jimin's antics. Later, Jimin discovered that Yoongi had been just as obsessed but was too nervous to approach the club's most luxurious dancer.
Their relationship blossomed quickly, and while it brought Jimin the satisfaction he had been missing, it also invited scrutiny. After Jimin quit stripping, people often questioned how Yoongi, someone seen as reserved and serious, could be okay with his boyfriend's camboy work. Critics were quick to wonder how Yoongi could handle the public nature of Jimin's profession, casting doubts on their compatibility and commitment.
Yet, Yoongi's support for Jimin was unwavering.
Despite the criticism and the judgment they faced, Yoongi respected Jimin's choices and was proud of his success. Their relationship thrived on mutual respect and deep connection, proving the sceptics wrong.
Yoongi also gets to take holidays regularly now.
Returning to the present, Jimin moves slowly, savouring the sensation, the fullness, the way the toy stretches him open. His hips roll, and he lets out a soft whimper, his free hand gripping the sheets as he works the dildo deeper inside.
The room is filled with the sounds of his pleasure, the soft gasps, the whimpers, and the needy moans that spill from his lips without restraint.
"Fuck," he breathes out, the word slipping past his lips as he pushes the dildo in just a little bit deeper. "You like that, don't you?"
He can’t see from this far, but he knows that the viewers are going crazy. His plump ass is on display for their hungry eyes to feast on.
Jimin’s body feels all tingly, his thighs burning and his cock leaking all over his stomach. His nipples are painfully hard, all pebbled up and begging for attention.
When he can’t take it anymore, he pulls himself off from the dildo, his hole gaping and the comments going wild. He quickly shuffles a hand through his drawer and pulls out two ribboned nipple clamps, matching his butt plug from earlier.
More precum spills from his cock as he clamps each nipple. A ripple of pleasure flows down his spine at the sharp pinch.
"Look at how pretty you've made me," he purrs, shifting his gaze to the camera and allowing a playful, satisfied smirk to curl on his lips. "But we're just getting started."
Jimin sits back on his heels, his fingers lingering over the dildo that's still slick from his earlier indulgence. His eyes dance with a mix of mischief and anticipation as he positions himself, his body arching in an almost reverent manner as he prepares for the next move.
He takes a moment to admire the way his own body glistens under the lighting, the sheer fabric of his skirt sticking to his skin. With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushes the dildo back inside, his lips parting as a low, throaty moan escapes him. The sensation of being filled again is intense, his greedy little hole swallowing the dildo completely.
He pants, tugging harshly at the device around his nipple. It sends a jolt of pain through him and he can’t help but preen. He’d always been a bit of a masochist.
He does it again, eyes rolling in the back of his head, his cock aching between his legs.
Grabbing the fabric of his skirt he guides his length between his hands and starts to jerk off rapidly. The material dampens, Jimin’s cum staining the pretty skirt. “Fuck, so messy.”
His breaths become ragged as he continues to work the dildo inside him, his moans growing louder and more desperate. "Oh god. I can't wait to see how you're all reacting."
His eyes dart to the chat, the frantic messages and heart emojis only fueling his need.
He lets out a whimper, knowing the viewers are just as desperate as he is.
Jimin's cock twitches and leaks with anticipation, and he strokes himself even faster, his breaths coming in sharp, staccato bursts. "You all want to see me come, don't you?" he breathes, his voice husky with need. "See me so vulnerable and eager. God, I can barely hold on."
His fingers tug at the clamps desperately, a tear slipping down his cheek when the pleasure becomes too intense. God, he could just about come from nipple play alone.
He bites his lip, struggling to keep his composure as he continues to pleasure himself. His moans grow more frantic, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. "I'm so close," he gasps. "I need to hear you tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to come."
The comments flash back at him, all bonding over their need to see him explode.
As the tension reaches its crescendo, Jimin's body trembles with the force of his release. He cries out, the sound filled with raw, unfiltered pleasure. His cum spills across his stomach, mixing with the wet stains of his skirt, a visual testament to his intense pleasure.
As Jimin collapses onto the bed, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm, he takes a moment to catch his breath. The screen is filled with excited comments, and one phrase repeats relentlessly.
@mimisluvr: Overstimulated Mimi!!!
@user1310: cmon let’s see some overstimulation plssss
@mmmmimilovers: OVERSTIMULATION
Jimin glances at the chat, excitement lighting up his eyes. His breath hitches at the sight of so many viewers urging him to keep going. A sly smile spreads across his lips, and he lifts himself slightly, his eyes dark with determination.
"Overstimulated Mimi.." he repeats, his voice low and teasing as he reads the demands filling the chat. "You really want to see me go again? Even after that?"
The comments only intensify, and the viewers clearly eager for more. Jimin licks his lips, feeling a fresh wave of heat pooling in his lower belly. His body is still sensitive, every nerve alight with lingering pleasure, but the thought of pushing himself further, of giving his viewers exactly What they want, sends a thrill through him.
"You're all so greedy," he murmurs, his tone dripping with seduction. "But I guess... I am too."
With a shaky breath, Jimin reaches for the dildo again, his fingers wrapping around the base. He brings it to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking it deep into his throat, his eyes locking onto the camera with a look that could melt steel.
He pulls back slowly, a thin strand of saliva connecting his lips to the toy as he pulls it away. The chat is going wild, praising and urging him on.
Jimin’s viewers were so cute sometimes.
He smirks, his confidence returning as he positions the dildo at his entrance once more.
The initial stretch makes him gasp, his body still so sensitive that even the slightest pressure sends a shiver up his spine. He moves slowly, savouring the sensation, his breath hitching as he sinks down inch by inch. The fullness is overwhelming, every nerve ending set alight with sensation as he adjusts to the intrusion.
Jimin starts to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He knows exactly how to build the tension, his body swaying sensuously as he rides the toy. His free hand moves to his cock, already hard and leaking, the tip flushed with arousal. He strokes himself slowly at first, matching the languid pace of his hips.
"You want to see me go over the edge again, don't you?" he whispers, his voice trembling with need. "You want to see how much more I can take?"
The viewers' excitement is unmistakable, their comments filling the screen with encouragement. Jimin's preens, his movements growing more urgent as the pleasure builds inside him once more. His hand tightens around his cock, stroking faster, his hips grinding down harder onto the dildo.
"Oh god," he gasps, his voice breaking as the sensation becomes almost too much.
His thighs are trembling, his muscles burning with the effort.
Jimin is on the edge, his body coiled tight with the need for release. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his moans growing louder, more desperate.
His hand slips down to where the dildo fills him, his fingers brushing against his stretched hole. The touch ignites tingles of pure bliss, and he cries out, his body shaking with the intensity of it all.
"I'm so close," he whimpers, his voice barely more than a breath. "Fuck, I'm so close..."
Jimin speeds up, panting and moaning as his body convulses as he comes again. Come spills from his swollen cock, onto his stomach and soiling the already damp fabric of his skirt.
He’s a right mess.
His cock twitches and he can’t help but wince when the dildo brushes his prostate on the way out. He collapses back onto the bed, his body trembling from the intensity of his second orgasm.
The comments continue to flood in, and the viewer’s excitement is evident. Hundreds of drooling emojis and donations spam the screen.
His eyes scan over them, his lips parting in disbelief as he reads the messages.
@lovemimi13: One more time MIMI
@hhhgvuh123: We need to see you completely lose it!
@soohyun02: Push yourself, make us proud!
Jimin swallows hard, the thought of going for a third round sending a shiver of both dread and anticipation through him. His body is already so sensitive, his nipples one flick away from making him burst into tears. But the insistent demands of his viewers, their desire to see him utterly spent, tugs at something deep within him.
He's always been a performer, after all. And a bloody competitive one for that.
With shaky hands, Jimin reaches for the dildo, still slick from his earlier efforts.
He swallows thickly, his voice barely above a whisper as he speaks, "You all really are insatiable, aren't you?"
The chat explodes with affirmation, and Jimin lets out a breathy, almost disbelieving laugh. "Okay... okay, just one more time," he agrees, though his voice wavers with exhaustion. "But you better be ready to see me fall apart."
He positions himself again, the dildo pressing against his swollen entrance. The stretch this time is almost unbearable, his body trembling as he tries to adjust. Every nerve in his body is screaming at him to stop, to give in, but the thrill of being pushed to his limit drives him forward.
Jimin moves slowly, his breaths coming in sharp gasps as he lowers himself onto the toy. His hands grip the sheets beneath him, his knuckles white with the effort. He bites down on his lower lip, trying to muffle the desperate whimpers that escape him as he forces himself to take the toy deeper.
He's so close to his breaking point, every inch of him trembling with the strain. His cock twitches, leaking heavily onto the sheets as his hips start to move, the sensation almost too intense to bear. He's barely coherent now, his moans turning into cries as the pleasure and pain mix, overwhelming his senses.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Jimin gasps, tears spilling from his eyes as his body jerks with every thrust. His vision blurs, his head spinning as he pushes himself further than he ever has before. The overstimulation is excruciating, but the high that comes with it, the sheer intensity of the experience, is intoxicating.
He knows he has the viewers hooked.
His movements become frantic, his body moving on its own as he chases that final release. The dildo feels impossibly large inside him, stretching him to his limit as his hips grind down, his cock leaking a steady stream of precome.
“Fuck, it hurts so much.”
Jimin is a sight for sore eyes. His cheeks are dusted a deep shade of red and his thighs have scratch marks all down them.
Jimin's entire body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. He can't hold back the sobs that wrack his body as he moves, his thighs trembling with the effort. His cock is so hard it hurts, the sensation teetering on the edge of unbearable.
As the pleasure mounts, a thought suddenly flashes through his mind—a long-held fantasy, something he's never quite managed to achieve before. Jimin has always wanted to squirt, and the idea of it sends a thrill of excitement through him.
The possibility fuels his movements, making his hips buck harder, his body desperate to chase that elusive release. His breaths come in short, desperate gasps as he focuses on the sensation building deep within him, the pressure mounting until it's almost unbearable.
"Oh god," he gasps out, his voice trembling with anticipation. "I think... I think it's going to happen."
His viewers have no idea what he's referring to, but their excitement only encourages him to push himself further, his body teetering on the edge of something entirely new. The pressure in his lower belly builds to an almost painful peak, his mind blanking out everything but the need to feel that final release.
And then, all at once, it hits him, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure that crashes over him, leaving him gasping and shaking. Jimin's body convulses as he finally squirts, a stream of liquid mingling with the cum already coating his thighs and stomach.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" he cries out, his voice breaking as his body gives in completely to the intense, overwhelming pleasure. The sensation is unlike anything he's ever felt, his entire body trembling with the force of his release. His hands grip the sheets tightly as his hips continue to buck, the aftershocks of his orgasm leaving him breathless and spent.
Jimin collapses onto the bed, his body convulsing as the last waves of his orgasm ripple through him.
@mimismuse: SO HOT
@hjjhyy9876: oh my god…
@hjjhyy9876: i just came
@user8976582: me too… god he’s so hot
@minyoongibiggestop: IM SO JEALOUS OF HIS BF. no fair.
He's barely aware of the tears streaming down his face. The chat is going wild, but Jimin's brain is already racing with excitement— he can't wait to tell Yoongi what just happened, how he's finally managed to do something he's always fantasized about.
"You're not going to believe this," Jimin murmurs to himself, a tired but satisfied smile tugging at his lips. "I need to tell Yoongi... he'll be so proud."
The thought of Yoongi's reaction, the pride and love in his eyes, fills Jimin with a warm, contented feeling. The exhaustion from the session is nothing compared to the thrill of finally achieving something he's wanted for so long, and he can't wait to share it with the one person who means the most to him.
He glances at the camera one last time, his expression softening as he gives his viewers a tired but genuine smile. "Thank you all for tonight," he says softly, his voice filled with gratitude. "But I think... I need my boyfriend."
With that, Jimin reaches for the laptop, ending the stream and leaving his viewers buzzing with excitement. As the screen goes dark, Jimin lets out a satisfied sigh, already imagining the look on Yoongi's face when he tells him the news.
Jimin can't wait to get into Yoongi's arms, to feel his warm embrace and share the details of everything that just happened. For now, though, he lets himself bask in the afterglow, his mind filled with thoughts of Yoongi and the happiness that awaits him.