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Water, soapy with the dark rum and bergamot of his Alpha's scent, laps at velvet skin, foamy droplets splashing over the supple cream of his shoulders and torso. A slender wrist works diligently between spread, quivering thighs, fat, pretty lips parted on a broken whine.
Slick sounds of slippery desire fill the space, squelches and panting gasps echoing with every shuddering drag of stubby fingers and syrup-wet palms rough against his dripping cunt, baby soft digits sliding sloppily along sticky folds as tiny toes curled.
Sparkly fingers toyed desperately with the glittery, charm-embellished hoop adorning his soaked clit, petite body arching and full hips jerking up into the delicious friction of his own touch. Writhing helplessly beneath the kittenish pads that rub deliberate, yet rough circles against his own flesh, drooling mouth slack on the repetitive and urgent bleats that rose high in his throat.
"Hyung…!"
The pretty, Busan-lilt of sugary pleas filled the room, decadent and seductive, all knot-teasing mewls and breathless drawls as he begged for his absent mate to stuff him full, impatient with longing.
All he could think about was that his darling Alpha would be coming home soon. How hungry he must be, having waited all-day for his withheld 'meal'. How starving he had to have been when he'd missed 'dinner', the previous night; interrupted by a sudden client. Impeded of his own greedy indulgence. How ready to devour every inch of his slick-drenched little pussy, and mouthwateringly fat ass, his mate must be.
Face begging to be buried between doughy cheeks and slippery folds, buttery lips hot on the throbbing button of his clit and the juicy peach of his cunt as tattooed fingers fucked him open. Jeongguk's tongue spreading apart the dripping rim of his asshole with the rough insistence of nipping bites. The noisy shamelessness of harsh, suckling laps.
Just the thought of that syrupy mouth. Sloppy kisses and enthusiastically-messy slurps — ones that have his knees weak and thighs quivering as possessive licks press to soaked cream, over and over, to Jeongguk's heart's content — have Jimin shuddering in desperate anticipation. Little fingers working harder and harder at his bejeweled clit and puffy pink as he struggles to form words beyond gasping whimpers, garbled syllables of 'Hyung', lost in the arousing mix.
He's close. So, so close now.
Breaths shallow and keens adorably high-pitched as he shakes and writhes uncontrollably with even the slightest of friction on his drenched and aching cunt. Slick gushing and body jolting with every off-rhythm thrust and jerky cant of hips, stubby fingers rubbing wetly through silky folds with quick strokes and rough drags. Digits slipping now and then to catch deliciously on the neglected sweetness of his vulva as he tries in vain to mimic his Alpha's starving mouth. Gripped by the frustration that lapped at him with every attempted brush of his untouched opening, tips nearly dipping inside. A desperate moment of weakness as he's overcome with the desire to be filled, his mate's orders at the forefront.
"Hyung likes his meals nice and tight, baby. No fuckin' that pretty, little pussy before dinner."
At the reminder of his Alpha's cruel demands for patience, pouty lips parted on a sound of wrecked need, whines sobbing and broken — devastated — as teary mocha rolled back in rapture, pads swiping over the dripping flower of his rim. Hips seizing and thighs quivering with every tug of his own too-tiny fingers, dissatisfied even as the circling rubs and pawing kneads forced drooling gasps.
It was only as he made to shift onto pleasure-jellied knees, eager digits just on the verge of sliding wetly inside himself as he squirmed and writhed, mind muddled with little more than the pleasure he'd lost himself in — soclosesoclosealmosttherealmosttherepleasepleaseplease — that his phone vibrated from its place atop the sink, the sound of it quick in bringing him back to reality.
He knew exactly who it was, the only one that it could be, this late at night. The thought setting his heart racing a mile a minute with the flutter of anticipation for his favorite part of the day. Fingers pulling away from himself to reach for it as the knowledge that he'd almost broken one of the rules sunk in, eyes crescenting.
[Kkyuie <3]
Just a reminder.
Sent 7:47pm √
Three words.
Just three little words were all it took to have Jimin practically falling his way from the tub and onto the rug of their bathroom floor, pretty body rising to stand on shaky knees as he toweled himself dry, frazzled hands running through damp strands. Fingers working lotion in to the skin of his lower half; long, soft legs and mouthwatering thighs glistening as he makes to do the same to the peach of his ass.
Tiny palms smoothed up and over the curve of his backside, too-small hands kneading along the luscious fat as he envisioned his mate's own on him — possessive — instead. Trails of slick already dribbling freely from the folds of his sopping cunt at the desperate sensation that washes over him. Pretty eyes fluttering as he feels the ghost of tattooed fingers stretched across his bared throat. The press of wet, open-mouthed kisses and deceptively-soft, grooming licks to sweet skin, teeth slipping out now and again to nip and bite at tempting patches of caramelized flesh. The suckling laps of a tongue — all things feral, sloppy, and starving — as it digs mercilessly between quaking thighs and dripping folds, tugging and sucking and slurping with every fat, dragging stripe and nibbling kiss.
Insatiable, as the syrup-wet smirk of bunny lips latch onto the oversensitive button of his swollen clit, and refuse to let go.
Relentless, until Jimin's given him more than he knows he can stand, pretty hands and legs wrapped tight around said Alpha's head as they needlessly keep him in place, pliant for the desperate ride of hips. Nose pressed tight to his soaked mound and jaw working with every feeding suckle and lapping drag. Selfish as he devours his gorgeous princess' addictive cunt, face practically smothered in pussy.
A helpless mewl climbs from his throat at the memory of that mouth on him. Of his mate's tongue shoved between the fleshy dough of soft cheeks and swollen pink as he mercilessly consumes both honeyed holes, lips sucking roughly at his rim and greedy face buried in against him. Body held close by big, tattooed hands.
Jimin pushes those far-too dangerous thoughts further away fingers skimming quickly across his stomach, ribs and pelvis with jerky movements, rushed and almost clinical as he struggles to keep himself from slicking any further, legs trembling with every step as palms grab for his phone and robe.
Giddy anticipation shudders through him. Limbs shaky and heart jack-rabbiting as he moves through the winding corridor, halls seemingly-endless. Dainty footfalls echo within muted walls, pace quickening with every second that crawls by, unforgiving. Labored breaths come in ragged whines and helpless gasps as his impatience only grows, body longing for his Alpha's kiss. His touch.
By the time he's reached their kitchen — specifically, their dining room table — his body's more than ready to give out. Doughy thighs are practically coated in slick, strings of honey down to his knees, and insides drenched as he sheds his robe — all flushed cheeks, lidded eyes, and doll lips, begging to be kissed — when he's alerted by another text from his phone.
[Kkyuie <3]
Hyung's on his way up.
Sent 8:01pm ✓
It's almost embarrassing, how quickly his body reacts.
How immediate the slick that soaks his insides comes, from something as simple as a message. The long-conditioned response showing just how desperate he was to be tasted and devoured. Trained to be swallowed whole.
Stubby fingers itch just to touch. To fuck himself open and rub at his swollen folds and throbbing clit until he's satisfied…. But, he knew even then that he wouldn't be. Not without his Alpha.
Shaking, Jimin crawls atop the surface of their cushion-covered table, soft plush stretching from edge-to-edge as he assumes his nightly position, neck tilted to bare the length of his throat. Tiny hands tremble, tense muscles quivering in a mix of nerves and eager anticipation, small fingers shy as they wrinkle the napkins set beside him, the little stack laid out each day by his mate.
The seconds tick by like hours. Taunting him with unfilled silence and the digital change of numbers on their stove clock.
The wait itself is nothing but agonizing. Body shifting and feet shuffling from where they lay sole-first atop the table's thick padding, honeyed thighs spread wide enough that his Alpha can see every inch of mouthwatering flesh from the moment that door opens. The thought has desperate hips canting, bejewelled clit throbbing from where it lay nestled between petal-soft folds and candied thighs. Warm air kisses at caramel skin, tonguing along the oversensitive nectar of his wetness and dripping pink as anticipatory chills rise, desperate to hear the tell-tale click of Jeongguk's arrival.
And, then, as if his pleas are answered, he hears the familiar, stomping clacks of unintentionally-loud footsteps — his Alpha's platformed boots, no doubt — just outside the grand double-doors of their home. The sound has tears of hazy relief welling up within liquid mocha as he and his Omega purr in harmonized unison, pleasure brimming at having their mate so close. So near.
He hears the jingle of keys, next. The usual beeps of their security system as tattooed fingers work to disarm it. The soft turn of the lock and resounding click that fill the entryway, a siren's call to Jimin's whining wolf. He's desperate to see his mate as the doors gradually open, the spicy scent of dark rum and aged bergamot heavy in the air as Jeongguk steps inside, height towering and Alphan presence, dominating.
Wet, unfocused eyes meet the dark, and starving gaze of his mate's own ravenous stare, all devastatingly handsome features, too sharp teeth, and filthily wolfish smiles as he takes in the trembling wreck that lay spread before his drooling tongue. A pretty, knot-teasing banquet just waiting for him to eat his brimming fill.
The unfairly good-looking attributes of Jeongguk's face are framed stunningly by the few blond strands that managed to escape the messy, dishevelled hold of his loosened bun, long earrings glistening and silver hoops swaying with every fond tilt and approving lick of lips, red mouth stretched deviously in a broad, yet hungry bunny grin.
Jimin thinks he's losing his mind just looking at him.
Slick drips from his cunt once more at the sight of his Alpha, and the luscious scrumptiousness of those perfectly-perfect proportions. From his ridiculously broad shoulders and delicious biceps that remain visible even through the thick, bulky material of his waist-length coat and tucked-in shirt, to succulent, muscular thighs clad in tight, black jeans that cling to him like a second skin.
The responding influx of honey that slips from petal-soft folds has Jeongguk's smile turning a bit more gluttonous, canines on full display and casual steps shifting seamlessly into those of a predator on the prowl, gaze never straying from the slicked-up slit of his drenched and beckoning little pussy.
Jimin can feel himself dripping beneath his mate's attention — that ravenous gaze, sweet yet unwavering — as Jeongguk eyes him with possessive greed and a thirst, unquenchable. Mouth watering at the sight of his princess' sopping-wet softness and the tiny, sparkly initials that adorned his pierced and swollen clit — the very same one he'd done for his Omega late after hours, months before.
Starving yet doting as he'd suckled and lapped at his baby's yummy, little cunt, tattooed fingers relentless in their playing as his mate sobbed out desperate incoherencies and precious babbles, sensitive button raw and practically numb. The letters 'JK' filled him with such proprietorial craving that he had to resist the growing urge to palm at the fat of his cock. The plumped-up base of his knot already well on its way to full-girth as it pressed unforgivingly against the tight confines of his jeans, the noticeable line of his length immediate in drawing the pretty eyes of his mate.
A fussy whine spills from puffy lips, mouth beak-like and pouty as said Alpha walked — far too casually, for Jimin's taste — past the distracting spread before him and on towards their cupboards, face and actions a perfect mask of feigned nonchalance as he moves for a cup of water, something to accompany the lovely, awaiting feast.
A meal, beautifully-prepared just for him.
Drool pools to collect on his tongue at the thought of syrup-drenched folds and honeyed flesh, all gushing wet and sufficiently edged as his princess melts over and over again beneath a hungry mouth and rough, insistent laps. Just the way he likes his slick-soaked cunts.
Unthinking, Jimin rises from his pliant position on shaky limbs, mind only having caught up enough to realize his mistake when Jeongguk's turning his head to level him with a glance of playful — on the edge of stern — warning. It's a domineering, promise-filled gaze that has him falling back dazed and boneless against the cushion once more. Soft form pliant as shamefully-wet insides clench on the frustrating emptiness of nothing. Arousingly reminded of the last time he'd tried to get up without his Alpha's given permission.
How Jeongguk had cooed to him mockingly with such innocent, false tenderness, the sultry baritone of his voice practically purring to him as the Alpha spoke so meanly. How he'd pulled away with such reluctance — almost pouty, at being interrupted by his own meal — after hours and hours of feasting on the slick-drenched spread of his center and candied opening.
Wet, bunny lips finally unlatching from their place around his swollen and hyper-sensitive clit — strings of liquid sweetness clinging to a sullen mouth — as he slunk his way up the length of Jimin's slick, cum and sweat-soaked form. Crooning to him in deceptively-sugary words that 'food doesn't talk', as he splayed his mate out across his lap and spanked the gorgeous fat of that knot-teasing ass a pretty red. Relishing in the keening sobs that climbed from Jimin's throat as he was wrecked with little remorse. Sopping pussy brutalized with fingers, tongue, and cock until his precious princess was a mindless mess conditioned to crave.
A mouth-watering doll desperate to be filled.
The mere memory was enough to have Jimin quivering in full-bodied anticipation. Melting beneath the lingering ghost of those rough, nursing sucks and harsh, drugging laps, merciless and unforgiving as they swallowed down the swollen button of his clit, tattooed fingers keeping soaked folds spread and fleshy mounds parted. The parched, consuming nips of Jeongguk's endless greed, starving as pleasure reduced said Omega to a sobbing wreck — his stunning mate so cruel, yet so sweet as he took him apart piece by piece, climax by climax, selfishly devouring everything Jimin had to offer in every deliciously-agonizing way.
All fat, luscious lips, glossy, puppy eyes and wet, doughy cheeks as he fought to keep himself still and quiet. A pretty and obedient little toy for his darling Alpha.
It's the rough pads of too-mean fingers and blunt nails tapping at his charm-adorned clit that have Jimin snapping back to rose-tinted reality, bleary gaze struggling just to meet his mate's as he trembles beneath the cruel, yet balming touch. Caress soft enough to soothe the yearning ache for that loving grasp but still vicious enough to have lips parting on kittenish hiccups, droplets of honey slipping out to further coat the brushing stroke of kneading pets.
A broad palm rubs over the drenched length of him with just enough pressure to have doughy thighs shaking and his soaked cunt throbbing, plush mouth falling open at the fingers that drag along the slick flesh of him once—twice—three times. Tips gliding wetly through sopping folds and swollen pink until syrup visibly clings to the arousing pop of veins and inked skin, sugar gushing with every rough slap of puffy lips. Hands punishing as pretty hips kick and seize beneath the reprimand of harsh slaps and honey-inducing spanks, ears filled with squealing squeaks.
"Pretty, little pussy for a pretty, little princess."
The reverent words — waxed dreamily as they're growled through bared teeth — have slick spilling from over-sensitized flesh, red-bitten mouth slack in a silent gasp at the relentless circles and rough, pinching squeezes that rub cruelly at his swollen clit.
His Alpha's voice — a vicious string of coos and cunt-starved rasps as he thumbs at his desperate hole — has Jimin trembling beneath ruthless spanks. Deft fingers only furthering their cruelty as honey splatters and gushes, drenching caramel thighs and fat cheeks with every kneading slap of mean digits.
"Hyung's gotta get Baby a~ll nice and wet." The words were practically purred as his mate spoke, dark doe depthless and feral. Syllables punctuated by the impatient hunger of snarls, desperate.
Voice, a lilt of pretty sonnets that spilled freely. Lustful rumbles that have Jimin dripping all the wetter beneath Jeongguk's unceasing touch, body melting at the crooning timbre that swathes his boneless form. "Just the way Hyung likes it, hm, princess?"
At the sound of the teasing, far from innocent question, an uncontrollable quake starts up, honey dripping in syrupy rivulets as his mate speaks in such affectionate, gentle tones. Gluttonous words brimming with possessive yearning.
All purring trills and sugary gushes as Jeongguk drops with visible impatience to the cushion — plush and worn — beneath his knees. A continuous, slick-starved rumble reverberating as he noses in against soft, squeezable thighs and full hips, ravenous for that long-awaited taste. Mouth salivating and drooling tongue practically lolled out to pant like a starved beast at the scent and sight of his gorgeous, little Omega. Breathlessly-dazed by the stunning vision of his knot-teasing mate laid bare and luscious before him.
Tiny and pretty and wet, just for him.
"Smell so fucking good, Mimi…" Frantic, slobbering heaves and frenzied, gasping inhales are quick to accompany the feverish nips and wet, open-mouthed kisses that pepper desperately over supple flesh and soaked caramel, mean teeth leaving bite-after-bite as an eager face burrows in deeper, lips nestling against kneadable, buttery skin. "Always so good."
The feral, suckling pull of a hungrily-slurping mouth is what has moist, pretty eyes rolling back in ecstasy-tinged anticipation. Pliant body a wet, trembling mess as he melts bonelessly beneath the rough, unceasing force of his mate. That starving tongue lapping fast and hard at soft, syrup-drenched thighs and sensitive sweetness.
Big palms worshipful and fingers desperate as they pawed and rubbed with long-absent abandon — squeezing greedily at every succulent inch of spankable fat and malleable muscle. Cruel and bruising as they dug viciously in against the smother-worthy lush of doughy cheeks and creamy skin, impatient thumbs hooking inwards to part sopping flesh for the first brush of tongue.
It's the initial, leading stroke — long and lingering — that has a shaky keen ripping from his disused throat, vocal chords quivering as they twist and bend to form that of a needy warble, fat lips falling slack on the high-pitched bleat that escapes a spit-slick beak.
"Kkyuie-Hyung—!"
The sobbing fussiness of wet, mewling cries and shaky, trilling whines cut short. Cock-teasing sounds drowned-out by the loud, dragging slurps of a gluttonous mouth. The rough, lapping pulls of his mate's desperately-suckling tongue, slick-starved and famished as a greedy face buried in against the dripping rim of his puffy hole. Hungry licks and drugged sucks were accompanied breathlessly by pleased, crooning gasps and the satisfied, little 'ah's that spill across the tongue coaxing him open. Bunny lips practically glued to sopping flesh from where they lay latched around the honeyed petals of his flower — baby blossom gaping as sugar-soaked walls were fucked wide.
Long, tattooed fingers dug in against the soft dough of fat thighs and even fatter cheeks, syrup-drenched face a spit-sloppy mess of honey and saliva as strings of nectar clung to slick skin, handsome features coated from chin to brow. Rough palms kneaded and squeezed at the fleshy mounds of that luscious ass, all mean digits and groping pulls as those big, dominating hands forced said Omega harder and harder against the nuzzling press of Jeongguk's starvingly-nestled and desperately-burrowing face, nose-and-tongue-deep.
So achingly eager to taste, please and ruin as he sought to bury himself impossibly-deeper, Alpha, lost to the thrall of its pussy-hungry famishment. Impatient for wet cunt and a gorgeous ass.
To the sweet, honeyed nectar that sugared his tongue and candied his parched throat, mouth ruthless as it devoured the soaked rim of his mate's pretty, little hole, sucking and guzzling down every slurpable drop of slick possible as his devouring became frenzied — feral with the untamable ferocity of his own insatiable appetite. Face and hair drenched from the messy propriety of such carelessly-sloppy eating.
A frantic, desperation-filled feeding that had slick practically pouring from the wet petals of his mate's little pussy, drool-inducing juices and copious trails of honey dripping down the slope of his taint as they gathered on his Alpha's outstretched and impatiently-awaiting tongue.
Lips suckled and slurped at every gushing squirt of slick that slipped from the fuck-pinkened gape of his mate's rim, merciless tongue working in rough, aggressive circles from crack to clit as his mouth buried itself between the split blossom of drenched folds. Hungry lips pressing even deeper to suck at his desperate hole and that tiny, charmed button that drove Jeongguk's Alpha insane. Beast, ravenous, with the need to bite at those two taunting initials. Those pretty rhinestone letters that only seemed to stoke the possession that roared within him. To trap them between vicious teeth and suck until his gorgeous mate was a screaming mess beneath his tongue and touch.
His pretty princess who'd long been clit-trained.
The cute, whimpering sighs and knot-throbbing sobs have Jeongguk aching. Painfully straining within the tight confines of dark-washed denim as those falsetto lures trill cock-teasingly-sweet, the fat of his length only further plumping-up with every drugging siren-song from biteable lips.
Lips, that cry desperately—beautifully—as the cruel, sucking strokes and rough, fucking presses of his tongue shift to become all the greedier. Hands, brutish and bruising as they make to further part fat, pretty cheeks and soaked folds. His stunning, little flower trembling desperately as tattooed fingers spread his holes wide and gaping for Jeongguk's tongue, displaying him for the possessive kiss of his own cunt-starved mouth.
He's nothing but gluttonous — rapacious as he takes that pretty, little pussy apart, lick by lick, lap by lap. All ravenously famished sucks and wolfishly insatiable slurps as he worships every honeyed inch of his mate's swollen slit and nectar-soaked rim, slick-sluiced mouth desperate. Frenzied in its craving.
Unfairly skilled and aggressive as he works over the fuckable wreck of his tasty, little princess.
The famished, nursing lap of that tongue — that maddening fucking tongue — has Jimin struggling, helplessly, just to keep obediently still, pliant. To keep in the wet, bleating cries that beg to slip free from soft, gasping lips and a slack jaw, teeth embedded in the plush fat as he attempted to quiet himself. Desperately wishing not to disturb his Alpha's enthusiastic feeding.
He melts beautifully — perfectly — beneath the forceful palms that grasp viciously at vore-worthy caramel. Hands reverent and grip demanding as they drape long legs over broad shoulders and a muscle-sculpted back, fingers tugging impatiently at Jimin's own until they lay dormant against loosely-tied blond.
Stubby paws grab for the messy strands there in reach, grasp tightening from their place buried within. Pulling, as his mate's face nuzzles deeper and deeper and deeper — so deep that he's not even sure that Jeongguk can breathe as he ruins and devours the sweetness of his cunt; devastating until Jimin's screaming and writhing beneath the ruthless fuckings of his tongue — clit trapped between merciless lips, and rough fingers brisk to join.
It takes only two. Two digits simply filling up that pretty, little pussy before his gorgeous baby's cumming in sopping spatters and slurpable spurts. All loud, sobbing whines, desperate, jerking kicks, and drenched holes — just for him — as Jeongguk sets a relentless pace, right from the very start, long fingers vicious in fucking that fat cunt open.
Syrupy slick squirts and mouthwatering juices gush as plush thighs tremble and shudder against him. The biteable dough of mile-long legs shaking from their perched press, squeezed tight around the spread of his Alpha's broad form and desperately-nuzzling face, quivering as tiny heels dig in with every suckling pull and curl.
The size difference, a slick-inducing contrast to his own petite frame as soft lines seize and quake beneath the crashing waves of ecstasy that wash over him, body thrashing in overwhelmed pleasure as he full-on cries, begging and pleading for mercy. Back arching and shoulders lifting from the grounding cushion below as that mouth practically swallows him whole, tiny hands torn between pushing his mate away and shoving him closer and closer. Sobbing, breathless whines accompanied by the pleased growls that rumble against his soaked and well-fucked pussy.
He's just so mean. Cruel and remorseless as he works his pretty swan through orgasm, after orgasm, after orgasm, with little reprieve — starving mouth vicious and appetite endless as he eats his selfishly-greedy fill, drugged features drenched in the nectar-steeped sugar of slick. Big hands held fast to the pudgy palms that nudge desperately at hollowed cheeks and syrupy skin. Deeply-burrowed face insistent and unyielding as bunny lips remain glued to the almost-raw button of his clit, baby paws restless as they pushed and pushed at him, squirming and writhing with the strain to get away.
But, his mate simply refused to let up. Not even for a moment's breath, or the briefest second of respite. Nothing to let him gather the wreck of lust-drunk instincts and pleasure-fried senses, all wet, puppy eyes, tear-streaked cheeks, and dumb, drooling lips as he practically has the life sucked out of him by his Alpha. His hungry, cunt-deprived darling that laps and suckles at him with all the desperate enthusiasm of a milk-needy pup, tattooed fingers brutal as the palm of a slick-coated hand slaps at pretty, soaked folds and swollen, squirt-sloppy skin, tireless mouth rushing to slurp up every tongue-calling drizzle, possible.
Somewhere, lost between the third and fourth —Fifth? Sixth?— Jimin's gone almost completely silent. Preciously-pliant and adorable as his mate grooms him with sweet, doting laps and long, thorough strokes, possessive attention worshipful with the last, lingering drags of a devotedly loving tongue. The only sounds that escape slack lips are whimpering mewls and desperation hoarse whines, pretty, broken things that make Jeongguk's cock throb, helplessly —painfully— as he finally withdraws, Alpha already mourning the loss of his mate's addictive, little cunt on his tongue.
He's gorgeous beneath him. All flushed skin, suckle-swollen folds and trembling thighs as he shakes and shivers with the merciless aftershocks of such desperate pleasure, ravished in his vored state. Pliant muscles melt adorably against the nest-like softness of the cushion below, body boneless and limbs cutely uncooperative as he struggles to catch his breath in a sight so cock-aching that Jeongguk just can't help himself when he makes for that pretty, charmed clit once more.
Sucking deliciously-hard —once—twice—thrice, it's barely a second before Jimin's cumming a final time on the lapping press of his rough tongue. The gorgeous, garbled screams of pained ecstasy and oversensitized sobs that fill the space, music to his ears, as he suckles and slurps at lush, honey-drenched folds. His gluttony only heightened further by the pretty, little paws that grab helplessly — mindlessly — for the loose, messy waves of ambrosia-damp hair. They jerk and pull and tug, tiny, baby fingers holding him needlessly in place for the desperate grind of hips. Alpha purring in unadulterated bliss as their mate drowns them in a full-course, cunt buffet. An endless feast of sweet, sweet pussy.
As the ferocity of his mate's mouth only grows — hungrier and hungrier — Jimin tries to escape. Squirming and scrabbling for purchase as his mate simply drags him back down with effortless ease, soaked mound kept snug against his Alpha's handsome, grinning face as he giggles in sadistic amusement, those ravenous bunny lips only parting from his clit to speak, but once.
"Where does Mimi think he's going? Hyung's only just begun, cupcake."