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Gorgeously-naked, trembling, and deliciously-sticky with the sugary-sweetness of intoxicating confections, the breathless and quivering form of said Omega was nothing-less-than a lust-bitten, beautifully-claimed wreck, silken flesh soaked by the honeyed wetness — one made up of various substances — that coated every inch of Jimin's touch-ravished form; the moisture that clung to him, like that of syrupy kisses pressed to cloying flesh. Naked, because he had an impatient Alpha who nearly ripped his clothes off in his haste to get them skin-to-skin. Trembling, due to said Alpha’s heated ministrations, on the quivering muscle of soft, damp thighs and the fingers that ran, reverently, over the slopes of his curves, planted across his body like the petals of a burgeoning garden — addictive as it bloomed flowers of ecstasy and pure, unadulterated pleasure. Erotically-sticky with the sugary paste of the peach frosting that Jeongguk had lathered him in, as if he, himself, were a cake to be decorated and topped.
Accurately enough, Jimin was, in fact, decorated with a variation of mouth-watering toppings and assorted garnishes, Jeongguk included, as his Alpha curled, possessively, over him, the arousing mass of his weight pressing his smaller frame down into their nest of slate-grey sheets and messy pillows. Coated in the foamy substance of whipped cream smeared all across Jimin's body like a sky full of fluffy, sweet clouds, clouds that fell victim to Jeongguk's wicked tongue as he formed them into intricate, random shapes. In the creamy, thick trail of caramel sauce that trickled in different paths on Jimin’s bare, glowing skin, but Jeongguk’s interest lay most in the ones that dribbled down plush, silken thighs. And the literal cherry on top was sealed in the entrance of his Omega’s dripping hole, bobbing in and out, sliding against warm pulsating walls, with the help of the tip of Jeongguk’s prodding tongue.
In, out. In, out. The Alpha’s tongue was nothing less than a weapon, one that Jimin was far too vulnerable of and far too weak against, to try and fight, and he, quickly, found himself surrendering to the white, blinding pleasure, that wholly consumed him, back arching, prettily, from the sheets as yet another explosive, body-shaking orgasm ripped through him. Luscious lips stutter the Alpha’s name, with reverence, honey-silk tone filled with nothing but praise, praise for his Alpha.
Jeongguk had always taken such unmatchable care of him, never failing to dote on him for even the littlest of things, the most menial of tasks and the smallest of needs. Be it, massaging the aches from his nape and shoulders when his neck-pains act up, or rubbing the — old and new — bruises from his feet, after each and every choreography session, fingers gentle and warm as they carefully tend to stiff muscles. His Alpha was always there. Constantly putting Jimin's wants and cravings, before his own, just as he did, now.
The remnants of his orgasm left Jimin thrumming, like a gentle vibrator on low, and, vaguely, he felt warm hands caress his quivering thighs before Jeongguk was suddenly looming over him like a protective shadow. His eyes were tinted crimson, the speckles of swirling red a blazing sign of his burning arousal for his Omega, and Jimin was beyond thrilled to have his mate look at him with such want, beyond-pleased that such a gaze was his, and his, only.
The sopping wet cherry hung limp from the stem as said Alpha leaned down, Jimin’s plush, awaiting mouth parted obediently for the fruit offered to his own damp cavern. It was a messy meeting of mouths, more tongue and teeth than combined lips, in tandem, and so-deliciously-wet with a juicy piece of fruit involved. Their tongues brushed over one another, in mockery of a kiss, tasting of peaches, cream, and cherries as they worked in synchrony to tie the end of the stem, sugary remnants mixing with the slick-sticky drool that slid down their chins.
Palms ran over the caramelized flesh of Jimin's thighs, in nothing-but utter reverence, ravenous hands worshipping the tantalizing skin as the blunt edges of his claws dug in, ever-so-slightly, fat over-spilling between the spaces of Jeongguk's fingers and past the grip of his hold.
The stem, knotted by their dancing tongues and drenched with a layer of frosting and saliva, falls forgotten from their seeking mouths as they lose themselves in the ambrosia of each other's taste, drowning in the pleasurable sensations that coursed through them both.
Jeongguk broke away from his Omega’s swollen, spit-slick lips and trailed his own down the kiss-bruised column of a slender throat, tongue swiping up leftover traces of the peach frosting that had glossed over Jimin’s skin, his teasing action causing Jimin to arch into him, prettily, body lines, prominent and alluring.
“Love when you’re like this…"
As he spoke the praising words — soft and decadent, filled with adoration — Jeongguk brought a hand to rest on Jimin’s lower back, palm fitting, perfectly, in the gorgeous dip to guide him, closer, with a throaty growl.
"Just for me, and only for me, right baby?" The possessive syllables were little more than a crooning hum, in Jimin's ear, a dangerous sort of bite to them as teeth nipped along the soft shell, a hitched gasp spilling from his Omega's full lips as the sharp edge of an Alphan canine snagged on the chain of a dangling earring. It wasn’t nearly enough answer for Jeongguk who ground his hips down, in a rough movement of pleasurable discipline, to force a response, hard enough to have his mate keening out a desperate sob, molars biting down on the soft lobe. “Right? Need you to tell me, darling. Let me hear you.”
When Jimin made no feasible attempt to reply, aside from the messy babble of garbled whines and warbling moans, Jeongguk’s demanding words were followed by a loud smacking sound. Jimin’s breathless whimper bounced off the hotel’s walls and a searing sting bloomed in its place, a pretty pink, blossoming, from where Jeongguk’s hand came in contact with his thigh.
“R-Right, all yours, only for you, always for you.” Jimin whined, eyes closed as his Alpha continued to suck at his ever-sensitive skin, trembling when the rumble of a pleased purr settled over him.
“Mhm, my sweet li'l cake. My pretty, little anniversary angel.” The Alpha cooed, lovingly, crimson eyes glowing with endless warmth and adoration for the stunning Omega, splayed, prettily, below him, thigh only-becoming further drenched as said male released an unfairly mouth-watering gush of slick at the sweet pet name. Their gazes met, shimmering crimson melting with glittering gold, and the emotions that swam in both sets of orbs, were of the same wave.
From the start of their morning, their day had been revolved around their twenty-four month anniversary, the two of them having started the afternoon off with nothing but sweet and dreamy, and ending it here, naked and tangled in a mess of twisted sheets. Together, where they rightfully belonged.
Throughout the course of their lazy, touch-handsy day — one filled with lust-ruined meals and pup-like desperation — Jeongguk had, relentlessly, teased his darling Omega with promises of worshipful pleasure, hinting, in, what Jimin had thought to be a, seemingly-innocent, jeer, that he was to be the younger's delicious anniversary cake. Although Jimin had merely brushed aside the cute, teasing jabs, he’d certainly been surprised to find that his mate was quite serious. Jeongguk had actually gone and bought whipped cream, caramel sauce, fresh cherries, and peach frosting... And, somehow, all four ingredients had ended slathered on Jimin in sweet, tempting layers, all licked up and smeared by Jeongguk’s eager mouth and tongue.
With Jimin’s natural vanilla scent, the mixture of sweetness was hard not to get latched on to, like an addict, looking for its fix, and the Alpha was nothing, if not, addicted. Lips, tongue and teeth, hungrily, running over every delicious inch of soft, frosting-covered skin and caramel-coated thighs, mouth sucking and biting at the honeyed flesh of his Omega's skin.
Jeongguk reached for the discarded bottle of caramel sauce and flipped the cap open. “So pretty, baby boy.” He dribbled out the thick sauce over the pebbled tips of Jimin's nipples, lust-narrowed eyes darkening, further, at the cock-teasing sight of caramel painted, marvelously, over them, mouth watering at the thought of tasting them.
Jimin mewled softly at the sensation of the gelatinous substance covering his nipples and moaned out when Jeongguk’s hot mouth wrapped around one, sharply tugging the honey-brown nub between his teeth. A tongue laved over and soothed the sting before Jeongguk began sucking profusely, stream-lining unrelenting waves of pleasure into the ecstasy-fried nerves of his already-overwhelmed Omega.
Small, prettily-ringed fingers threaded into dark, wavy hair and tugged with weak, jerky pulls. Jimin loved when Jeongguk sucked at his nipples, adored feeling so-unbearably sensitive yet so-immensely good as his mate devoured him, mercilessly — said Alpha having long-developed quite the specialty knack with his mouth. It did more than wonders and Jimin was never less than a pliant mess beneath the weight of its influence.
Long, slender fingers tweaked at Jimin’s neglected nipple, swirling the sticky caramel sauce around in preparation for Jeongguk to dine on, once he was finished with the puffy, and gorgeously-swollen one, abused and ravaged, on his tongue. Jimin tugged at soft strands of chocolate with every ruthless bite of his Alpha's starving lips and brutal teeth, whines impatient, and body desperate as it craved the intoxicating suck of his alpha’s hot, ravenous mouth — yearning for the attention he so-wanted on the puffy peak of his abandoned one, soon getting his demanding wish, fulfilled, when Jeongguk eagerly switched over with a low hum, pleased. Jimin couldn't stop the helpless stutter of breath that plagued him as Jeongguk latched on with a wet, suctioned grip, tiny toes curling into the sheets, below. The alpha brought his fingers, sticky and glistening with caramel, to Jimin’s parted mouth and slipped them inside, without warning, wolf rumbling at the pretty sounds that fell from obscenely-plush lips. Jimin gasped at the sudden intrusion, but did not reject, no, he welcomed them warmly with a muffled moan and sucked, obediently, nursing on them as he savored the sweet taste.
Jeongguk flicked his tongue out like a viper, the appendage, continuous and repetitive, as it ran over the hardened nipple in hungry, unrestrained motions, lips and teeth, cruel, as they twisted the nub around with rough, slick-inducing movements; cock throbbing as he enjoyed how wet and sticky it felt it in his Omega's mouth. Vaguely, Jeongguk felt a small hand wrap around the narrow of his wrist and bring his teasing fingers further along the slope of a damp, bite-able throat, the needy action forcing said Alpha to break away from his suckling to gaze down at his beloved; his stare returned with one of Jimin's own, equally lust-filled and gorgeously blissed-out.
With the summery peach of his hair splayed across the pillows like tendrils of spun fairy-floss, and his golden eyes, blown-wide in ecstasy as he panted, breathlessly, gilded and glossy… With his luscious lips, swollen to perfection and bitten deliciously-raw, he was a delightful sight to see. Lithe, pretty body covered in sweet, sticky concoctions, and littered with bite marks and kissed bruises, meant only for Jeongguk to see. Made only for Jeongguk.
“Look at you,” Jeongguk could just-barely contain the blanketing wave of emotions that washed over him, all-too-suddenly struck with how fucking lucky his Omega made him feel. “So beautiful, princess. All mine.”
The Omega preened and purred beneath the onslaught of his reverence, satisfaction stretching and curling within him like that of a well-commended cat. Yes, he was all Jeongguk’s. His Alpha had him, unlike anyone else, in this forsaken world, and god help anyone who dared try and separate them.
With playful teeth, he was nipping at the fingers in his mouth with cheeky lips and smiling eyes, finally, allowing Jeongguk to slide them out with a soft, wet sound that filled the room, erotically. Jimin leaned up and off the bed in a touch-seeking movement, raising himself until he was able to place his lips, fondly, to Jeongguk’s, initiating a sweet kiss that easily sent his mind into a dizzy spell. Their lips moved over one another, tongues venturing out and swiping over every nook and cranny. Every, possible inch that they could possibly taste.
Bringing his Jimin-spit-slick fingers down and in-between his Omega's gorgeously-parted legs, to his weeping entrance of vanilla-cream slick and peach-frosting covered cheeks, Jeongguk was dipping a careful digit in, eager to see his Omega fall apart beneath him. A hitched breath was his only reaction and he slipped in another, knowing just how well his Princess could handle the stretch.
Shoving it in to the knuckle, with jerky thrusts of long fingers and the soft-scrape of blunt claws, crimson-tinted eyes watched, intently, and observed, with barely-restrained rapture, the instantaneous shudder of caramelized thighs and a peach and whipped cream frosted abdomen, gaze torn between the flutter of butterfly-kissed lashes and the sopping-wet hole that swallowed up the lengths of his fingers.
Ultimately, it’s Jimin’s gorgeously-dripping hole that obtains his focus and Jeongguk pulls his fingers out, watching in never-ending, love-struck awe at how Jimin’s fluttering tunnel tries to suck him back in, desperate to lure his return. An unhappy whine floats down to him, but it's a needy sound that he ignores, too engrossed by the mouth-watering sight of his Omega's puffy, twitching rim. Lowering his head until he's level with Jimin’s spread and exposed bloom, Jeongguk shoves his face in against the plush opening and inhales a deep lungful of creamy vanilla, a throaty growl of want, escaping him, as he does so.
“Oh, fuck me.” Jimin breathes out, airily, as he feels Jeongguk’s tongue wedge itself between his quivering walls. The light, brushing strokes send stars blazing into his vision, and he immediately lifts his thighs over sturdy, broad shoulders to clamp on tight, desperate to keep his mate in place. He wants Jeongguk here, and only here.
“Wanna ride my face, baby?” Jeongguk murmurs out huskily, words, rough, as they're spoken against his skin and, the gravel of his tone, little more than a raspy growl. "Hm? Wanna sit on my tongue and fuck yourself like the good, little princess you are, precious?"
Jimin feels himself leak out even more slick at his Alpha’s deliciously-filthy words, physically-unable to keep the broken whimper, that slips free, in, as it comes out high-pitched and needy, slender hips rolling downwards in a smooth, elegant slide, right over Jeongguk’s face. His Alpha’s tongue slides in further and even deeper from his desperate, lust-controlled actions, said motion causing a wanton moan to bypass his puffy, parted lips. The room is filled with the quiet stream of huffy pants that trickle out as Jimin works himself down onto Jeongguk’s tongue, taking him in with each roll of his hips.
“You can do better than that, princess, come and take what you want.” Jeongguk edges him on while shifting backwards, letting Jimin’s quaking thighs slip to the sheets as he pulls away, expression teasing, albeit a bit drugged. The area around his mouth, chin and nose are glossed over with a combination of Jimin’s slick and peach frosting as a tongue swipes out to lick at honeyed lips.
Jimin whines. He might be pouting, too, but that’s entirely irrelevant, nothing else matters except getting his Alpha, and subsequently, his mouth, back on him, and, so he follows, body like slush but moving nonetheless, towards his Alpha, whom of which sat waiting for him, at the foot of the bed. He’s nearly there when Jeongguk moves from the bed, entirely and stands, muscled body, a wonderful sight to eat up.
All long legs, and chiseled thighs as he loomed, arousingly, the girth of his cock, lengthy and stunningly-thick. His torso, taut, and equipped with a delicious, marbled eight-pack that Jimin had licked many times, and arms that Jimin desperately needed wrapped around him, were too far away, and the mere thought nearly brought him to tears, high-strung with need and the agony of lost contact.
“Gukkie, come back, please. N-Need.“ Jimin wanted to cry as he rose up onto trembling knees and reached out for his horribly-mean Alpha.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby boy. I’m still here.” Jeongguk rumbled out, soothingly, but still remained where he was, blatantly ignoring the precious pout on his baby’s beautiful lips and the pretty, little hand waving and wiggling for him.
Jimin had no choice but to clamber from his shaky perch atop the bed, as well, in a first attempt to reach the younger, knees so weak that he was almost forced to the ground as they crumbled, beneath him, limbs, gelatinous, with remnants of lust. Only the raging determination to get his Alpha back where he belonged — and most likely throttled for deserting Jimin in his dire time of need — keeping him going.
Upon reaching his alpha, a low stream of whines were immediate in leaving Jimin's plush-puffy lips as he pawed at Jeongguk’s face, needily, the soft trill of purring chirps joining in with the babbling mix of desperate sounds. Rising up onto tiny toes and jellied, hunger-shaky legs, Jimin was eager as he brought Jeongguk’s face down, and ever-nearer, with gradual movements, pulling him closer for their lips to meet, in a loving press. The short moments of being distant and not touching had the omega feeling unbearably-needy, helplessly-wanting to be close to his alpha.
Jeongguk returned the soft kiss, gathering Jimin up in his arms, and pressing him close to a broad chest. Jeongguk’s rumbling purr reverberated around them, a comforting blanket that wrapped Jimin up in its protective embrace. And then, Jimin, quite literally, went up, feet, suddenly, off the ground, and Jeongguk’s arms were, once more, his wings, keeping him afloat.
The Alpha’s lips were playful as they nipped at him, delivering sugar-sweet kisses that had Jimin smiling, broad and wide — Jeongguk's favorite — and wrapping his arms around his mate’s neck, looking every bit, the clingy, baby koala, Jeongguk knew that he was, against said Alpha’s front.
“Stay.” The Omega scolded, petulantly, pouting mouth pressing into Jeongguk’s ear as his mate carried him back to the bed, thighs gripping at the lines of his waist and the ripped muscle of his torso.
“I didn’t go anywhere, pretty dove. You feel me, right here.” Jeongguk's words of comfort soothed the Omega, enough, and, Jimin was, instantly, nuzzling the button of his nose against his Alpha’s cheek, warmly, affection, clear, in the burrowing action of his movements.
There was a slight, swaying motion and Jimin had only-just realized that they were back together, on their bed, but this time he was settled over Jeongguk’s lap, an uncontrollable purr starting up in his throat as big hands guided him upwards until he was just above his mate's awaiting face, said Alpha's tongue already out and pleading for him, tempting him to sit.
"Come here, princess. Sit down, and claim your fucking throne."
The words were spoken as a demand, rather than a mindless plea of want, one that showcased Jeongguk's innate ability to always hold the upper hand, regardless of position, or even his placement, domineering and filled, to the brim, with an endless desire for authority.
The hands, rough and controlling, on his ass were impatient with decadent, imperious craving as they pushed him down, by the slender width of his hips, willing Jimin to obey.
With only a second's worth more of hesitation, Jimin was sinking himself down onto his Alpha's hungry and awaiting tongue, pretty, almond-shaped eyes rolling back in ecstasy as they were consumed by the shimmer of honeyed gold, visibly overwhelmed by Jeongguk's tongue.
Instantly, Jimin was grinding down in a desperate attempt to claim more of that elysian, bone-shaking pleasure, slender curves gyrating in an alluring, yet delicate manner, one that had full hips trembling with every beseeching movement. Burying his hands within the mess of soft chocolate that was Jeongguk's hair, and tugging, eagerly, at the strands, the slick-starved lap of a tongue had Jimin pressing himself down ever-harder, satin-silk thighs, spreading, even further apart as he made to capture more of the pleasure that Jeongguk was delivering to the rim of his dripping, wet entrance.
A stuttered, breathless 'fuck' departed from the pleasure-slackened hinge of Jimin's jaw as he ground against his Alpha's viciously-imploring mouth, hips twitching and desperately moving in a dance of ecstasy-seeking desire, helplessly lost to the once-simmering heat that pooled and coiled in his lower regions, with fierce brutality.
Lust-frazzled senses split deliciously at the seams as Jeongguk’s hands gripped at supple skin, working the soft, fat mounds of his frosting and slick-covered ass-cheeks with greedy reverence, big palms kneading and massaging at the soft, jiggly flesh, roughly. Touch, doting and desperate.
Jimin tasted so addictively sweet. Slick having already carried the savoring aftertaste of vanilla… But with the added cherry juice, caramel, and whipped cream that Jeongguk had stuffed him with from before, his Omega was a stunningly-whining and gorgeously-breathing sweet treat, edible and delicious, and strictly on said Alpha’s menu only.
Using the pads of his thumbs to stretch out the pretty puffiness of Jimin's slick and swollen rim, Jeongguk impatiently created more space for the length of his tongue to enter as he roughly tugged the lip of his mate's hole to the side, the wet muscle sliding, up, and into the velvety walls, lubricated in savory slick.
Eager, in his insatiable slurping of the delectable juices that flowed from his Omega’s bloomed and irresistibly-flowered opening, Jeongguk's tongue only grew more and more vicious, with every drugging lap and greedy suck, merciless and unrelenting as he fucked his mate's hole with all the ferocity of an untrained beast, desperate for the taste of him in his struggle to collect every single drop of intoxicating nectar.
The fiery crimson of Jeongguk's eyes were bright and incandescent with unrestrained craving and devoted worship, need visible in that feral gaze as he guided Jimin to ride his tongue, plush, vanilla-peach cheeks spilling, deliciously, over his face, and sending him, sky-high, to a dangerously-addictive euphoria that he refused to descend from. A series of appreciative growls and low, pleasured hums slipped from his slick-drenched mouth as he dined on his omega, encouraging those slim, stunning hips to keep up the rocking and rolling of his sultry motions. He could feel Jimin shake from above. Could feel the thick, luscious thighs that bracketed around him, quivering, in utter ecstasy, the knowledge that only he had this power over his ethereal mate, that only he could see Jimin fall apart like this, pleasing him to no foreseen end.
Jimin was rendered helpless, delirious, and hopelessly-trapped in the wicked storm that was this unending pleasure, reducing him to little more than a wreck of sticky sugar, sweat, and slick. Tears trickled down his flushed cheeks, in rapid, hurried streams, the soft, supple plush of his lips parted on sounds of aching need and yearning want that flowed out, like a broken record. He clutched onto damp strands of long, messy chocolate, hips shuddering, and body working, desperately, as he used his Alpha's head and face to fuck himself down on, trembling thighs moving, hard, and as fast as he could, to catch his impending orgasm. He could feel it coming, raging hard and wanting to release and, fuck, if Jimin didn't want that sweet, sweet release. He needed to cum, he had to cum, or he would go insane. The very thought of his fast-approaching precipice causing the pretty length of his little cock to strain hard against the skin of his smooth, taut tummy.
Jeongguk felt the multitude of spasms that raked, viciously, through his mate’s lithe body, from above, his hold forced to strengthen at the sudden movement, in order to keep his baby, in place. Jimin’s cries only escalated as Jeongguk repeatedly plunged his tongue through the tight entrance of his sopping-wet hole, the appendage curling, teasingly, as it continuously licked up and over the sensitive puffiness of his walls. Jeongguk heard his name being called, in a babbling mantra of desperation, a cacophony of broken sobbing and keening whines that he blissfully ignored, too lost in the mind-numbing grip of his feral lust. He only responds when he feels Jimin try and jerk away, wrapping his muscled arm around a petite waist and forcibly holding him down against his mouth. Jeongguk wasn’t done with his meal, and, at this rate, he never would be, because Jimin was an addicting, dripping source of all that the Alpha wanted and needed.
Jimin tossed and twisted, soft, pastel-dyed hair — wet and curled from accumulated sweat — falling over his heated face, some strands having snagged on the corner of his lashes and others caught on his parted and puffy lips. His body was on high, overstimulated and his orgasm, still brewing. His mate was an unrelenting beast, keeping him captured in strong, inescapable arms as Jimin choked out a series of incoherent whimpers, and mindless pleas. He attempted to scoot off, but Jeongguk refused to let up, for even a single second, and, with one particularly-sloppy lick — Jeongguk’s long tongue grazing, ruthlessly, over the sensitive button of his prostate — Jimin was collapsing, backwards, just-barely catching himself on the strong, deliciously-bare thighs of his Alpha.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.” The Omega chanted, golden eyes blissed-out and utterly gone as pleasure overloaded him in a searing scorch of blinding-white, orgasm breaking free from the barely-controlled barrier as waves of slick and cum poured out of Jimin like a vanilla-slush waterfall. Jeongguk groaned, appreciatively, face nuzzling deeper into the addictive wetness of his Omega’s opening in an attempt to catch every drizzle of gushing slick, hungrily swallowing down mouthfuls of honey, while streams of white decorated his hair, sheets, and skin.
“Taste so fucking good, baby boy.” Jeongguk rasped out, tongue gentle as it cleaned and dabbed at the warm substance coating his mate's swollen rim. “Mhm, all mine.”
“Y-Yours.” Jimin whimpered, airily, softly, heart fluttering rapidly like that of a hummingbird’s wings. He felt like complete and utter mush, body made of absolute putty, and muscles, weak and buttery-tender.
Jeongguk laved his tongue, one last time, over Jimin’s hole before he was sitting up, gingerly, attempting to move gradually so as to not jostle his well-sedated mate as the older melted into him, arms locked around the Omega to keep his near-boneless form from falling. In this position, Jimin was splayed, pliant and pretty, on his back, gorgeously fucked-out and helplessly-slumped against his Alpha’s outstretched legs, lust-heated body gently sinking into the opened space atop the sheets, and honey-plush thighs parted around Jeongguk’s trim hips as he, unintentionally, presented his still-clenching entrance.
Leaning over, Jeongguk took possession of his Omega’s deliciously-full lips, coaxing Jimin into a soft, slick-flavored kiss that he led, tenderly, lovingly. A mewl slipped free from his mate that Jeongguk, hungrily, captured, swallowing it down as he teased his tongue past the plush barrier of his Omega's stunning mouth, seeking out more of those sweet, melodious sounds. In the midst of his greedy, yet gentle devouring, Jeongguk had maneuvered himself until he was hovering above Jimin, knees settled comfortably between mile-long, curvy legs.
Lifting one, Jeongguk curled it around his hip and instructed in a murmured, lucid voice, “Keep yourself here, baby.” A soft pressure was instant, a tell-tale sign of Jimin clamping onto him that had Jeongguk smiling, fondness blooming, warm and saccharine, in his chest. “Good. Gonna fuck you now, mkay?”
Jimin whined in answer, golden eyes glazed over and near-mindless with that craving that ravaged every part of his being. Jeongguk kissed him again, this time with less finesse and more tongue, a messy meeting of swapped spit, and possessive teeth. Jimin felt an uncontrollable burst of excitement course through him when his mate lifted his other leg and pushed it, up, palm pressing down until his thigh was tight against the frosting-covered planes of his chest, opening him up for Jeongguk's hungry, all-seeing gaze. He watched through glassy eyes as Jeongguk wrapped a hand around his own thick, protruding length and gave it a few leisurely strokes, growling as he guided the pre-cum-smeared and mushroomed tip to Jimin’s beckoning hole.
Jeongguk traced and collected droplets of fresh slick that came streaming from Jimin's dripping entrance, eyes flashing that arousingly-dangerous crimson as wet honey lubed his throbbing cock in gushing spurts. “So wet, sweetheart. Leaking, all pretty, and drenched.” The Alpha rumbled as he dipped himself in, jaw locking at the incredible tightness that gripped at only the very head of his length. He nudged deeper, further, hips fucking in a couple more inches before a growl was climbing from his throat and falling past his lips, utterly overwhelmed as heat exploded over every pleasure-fried nerve in his body, swallowed up, greedily, by the delicious wetness of his mate. Jimin sucked him in almost-suffocatingly, channel soft and sopping around his girth, a silky socket-sleeve for the fat swell of his knot. “Fuck, Jimin, baby.”
Jeongguk was just-barely in, still eight inches left that he needed to fuck into his mate, to fill him full, to the brim with, but, already, Jimin felt over-stretched and over-stuffed, desperately-sensitized, even as he knew that there was still more of his Alpha to take, a lust-jellied leg tugging Jeongguk closer by the hip to pull him in even deeper. “Gukkie, c-come on,” Jimin slurred, words purred out like a drunken kitten. “All of you, please.” He whined softly, small hands reaching up to brush Jeongguk’s long hair away from his mate's sweat-damp and handsomely-flushed face, golden eyes meeting the arousing flare of crimson.
Jeongguk snapped his hips forward and just like that, he was fully inside, bottomed out against the plush of Jimin’s gorgeously-fat ass. His Omega arched into him with a ragged cry and Jeongguk couldn't stop himself from melting into him, broad frame slumping down and on to his warm, inviting body as he buried his face into the sweet, scented curve of his throat, pleasure overtaking his senses, mind, control . The heat he was embedded in turned his mind to mush and it was all he could do to shift his hips back until only the tip of his length was left, only pausing for just a moment, before shoving himself back in, cock throbbing, painfully, at the music of his Omega's responding keens.
Shortly enough, Jimin had begun to whine and blabber helpless incoherencies as his body was slammed into over, and over, and over, again, by the sharpness of his mate’s powerful thrusts, the overflow of stars that filled his vision, seemingly-permanent, as the sensitive bundle of nerves, nestled inside him, fell victim to the brutal nudging and jostling abuse of Jeongguk's thick length. Words failed to describe how amazing he felt, how incredible it felt to be stuffed like this, with cock, loud moans and whimpers falling from his ecstasy-slackened mouth as his arms wrapped around his Alpha, clinging onto him, tightly, as his hole was filled, continuously, deliciously .
Jeongguk loved this. Adored being so-intimately connected to his stunning Omega, in every way, physically possible, driven by this rapture, that set both his skin, and heart, alight with an indescribable feeling of pleasure; a cloud nine feeling that never wavered or dampened when he slotted himself into the incurable addiction that was his mate. If anything, every time they had sex — made love — it always felt new, like the first time, over and over again, and that was how Jeongguk knew that he would never tire of this. Never grow out of his craving to hear his Omega’s adorable sounds that spilled from his soft mouth, or how their hands always managed to entwine, flawlessly, together, the press of their bare hips becoming a perfect fit as Jeongguk delivered thorough, powerful thrusts to the heated crest of Jimin’s core.
The deliciously-resonant sound of slick skin slapping against desire-moistened flesh echoed, loudly, within the otherwise, silent, space of their room, brutal and rough. Jeongguk pounded his mate into the lavish, hotel’s mattress with raw vigor, muscles flexing as he worked diligently, and squeaking springs became mere background noise compared to Jimin’s gorgeously high-pitched voice, trilling purrs, the only harmonies that Jeongguk craved to listen to. His mate’s hole clenched down on him, furiously, a wet, tightened grip that had the Alpha snarling into the soft-shell curve of his Omega’s ear.
It was becoming rapidly clear that Jeongguk was nearing his breaking point, cock straining within the confinement of Jimin’s heated and wet-silken walls, pulsating in anticipation of a heavy-loaded release. Aching lust, a definite given, from when he had first disrobed his pretty omega. The very moment they had arrived back to their room, Jeongguk was already helplessly and ridiculously-aroused by the thought of covering Jimin in sweet, honeyed delicacies, mouth salivating at the opportunity to dine off his mate as if he were his own personal dessert.
After endlessly-pleasuring his precious bundle with the devotion of his worship — senses lured in and drugged by the sounds of his pretty siren as he fell, ensnared, by the addictive sugar of his taste — Jeongguk could feel his own self-restraint, plummeting, to new lows. The control, needed, to keep himself from fucking Jimin open, on the fat of his knot, right this very second, will, tested, by the luscious walls that hugged the curve of his length like a tightly-suctioned vice, a sopping sleeve for his cock that had the beginnings of a knot, already-forming.
Searing shots of electric pleasure tingled down the Alpha’s spine as he snapped his hips with brutal and unforgiving thrusts, loving how plush and soft Jimin’s ass felt with every meeting of sweat-glossy skin. Vaguely, he heard his Omega whine for him, raw-bitten lips forming purred-out words. “Kiss me.” Small, unsteady hands reached up for him with needy, grabby motions that Jeongguk followed without hesitation, endeared as he dipped his head low and slotted his mouth, just-as-eagerly, over Jimin’s.
Kissing his Omega had become nothing-less-than a constant craving for Jeongguk, having been so, since the very first press of those perfect lips — plush, soft, and gorgeously-plump — against his own. A heavenly piece of his personal paradise.
Jeongguk wedged his tongue between the spit-moistened barrier of petal-soft lips and delved deliciously-deep, capturing every sweet sound that Jimin, graciously, offered him. The Omega's tongue curled around his own, suckling, hungrily, and mewling, desperately, for more as the vicious shoves of Jeongguk's thrusts turned utterly filthy, hips moving in deep, rolling grinds that had tears brimming in pretty, gilded eyes — keens spilling, unbidden, from his throat, in a mantra of said Alpha's name.
At a particularly well thought-out, and roughly-angled thrust, his Alpha’s thick and stunningly-curved cock stroked his oversensitized bundle of nerves, causing a river of spasms to wrack his body and the impending nature of his second — possibly even fourth — orgasm curled deliciously in his core. Jimin, unintentionally, squeezed himself tighter around Jeongguk as he parted his mouth even further for his Alpha’s slick tongue which mapped out his cove, and clenched his eyes shut when a blanketing wave of pleasure washed over him.
"Fuck, baby, yesss, that's it.” Jeongguk rasped out, hands bunched into the pillow Jimin’s head was laid on. His extended claws, unbeknownst to him, had ripped through the fabric of the covering but, his focus, right now, was solely on his Omega, his star-stunning, honey-dripping, lushly-visualed mate, whom he desperately wanted to watch come undone, one last time, before he was spent. "Who's my tight, little princess.."
Jimin arched as another thrust sent him careening closer to his release, nails raking down the chiselled muscle of his back. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck.” He chanted, deliriously, as his amped-up body quivered in the bracket of his Alpha’s arms, chest heaving and eyes glowing the purests of gold. “A-Alpha,” he whined in a high-pitched, breathless tone. “O-Oh!, Oh, fuck!—! Ngh-!”
Jeongguk was on the hunt for both his and Jimin’s climax, chasing after the pleasure with a newfound fury. He sat up on his knees with an animalistic growl, large hands digging into slim hips as he yanked the Omega down until his lower half was saddled entirely on his lap, pretty legs spread, weakly, out like a stunning fan around Jeongguk’s waist as said Alpha slammed his hips into Jimin's slick-drenched heat like an insatiable machine of need, fucking him with all the ruthless desperation of a baseless, instinct-driven animal.
A scream tore from the Omega’s throat and, Jeongguk gripped at him tighter to keep him in place as he’d begun to thrash and try, helplessly, to twist away. Said Alpha’s eyes gleamed bloody crimson, a rumbling purr of self-satisfaction coursing through him hot — it had been awhile since Jimin had even attempted to run from his dick — and the reminder of how utterly-arousing it was to him, seared in his veins. He made sure to tighten his hold on his blabbering Omega, dyed eyes watching the deliciously-stretched hole that greedily swallowed his dick, hungrily devouring. God, his baby was so wet, the sopping evidence shown in the pool of slick and pre-cum that had gathered where their lower bodies were locked, snugly, together — Jeongguk practically able to taste the lovely concoction of vanilla cream, peach frosting, and mouth-watering caramel that filled the room as his tongue swiped out, sampling the air.
Clamping tighter around the fat girth of his length, with every knee-shaking thrust, Jimin's soft, silken walls, quickly, became a deliciously-suffocating vice to the thickness, buried deep within, the heavenly increase in suction causing Jeongguk's groans — lust-gravelled and broken — to fill the space in a way that had the omega twitching with delight. “So good, baby. All wet, and tight, and pretty. Just for me.” Jeongguk praised. He grabbed Jimin’s legs, hands raising them up and over his shoulders as he continued to fuck into his mate, the unrelenting snaps of his hips forcing them to their very breaking points.
It didn’t take much for Jimin to, finally , tip over that suddenly-too-near edge, orgasm rushing through him as he became overwhelmed by the prolonged sensitivity of overstimulation and the ruthless, pressing shoves of his Alpha, mind-numbing pleasure reducing him to little more than a speechless, shivering wreck. He arched, and thrashed, body quaking and mouth open as it spilled a garbled variation of incoherent profanities and keens of Jeongguk’s name, little hands torn between tearing at the sheets and reaching for any part of his mate that he could. Said alpha was left reeling with how tightly Jimin's wetness gripped at him, pretty, fluttering hole locking him in as his length was milked with brutal squeezes that had his hips stuttering, and his vision blurring as the build up of his knot formed.
At the tightening stretch that shaped his inner walls and filled him, full, past the brim, Jimin shuddered, bodily, as his orgasm crashed through him, like a violent wave of nerve-frying pleasure, his very being, alight, with ecstasy as Jeongguk’s knot shoved into him. Golden eyes closed, tightly, at the overwhelming and beautifully-dizzying sensation, pretty lashes, damp, with pearly tears and teeth latched onto the soft fat of his bottom lip in barely-restrained pleasure, the gorgeous lines of his body jerking and jolting with each and every slick-inducing thrust that coated their sopping thighs.
Continuing the brutal work of his hips, Jeongguk's thrusts remained unyielding even as they grew off-rhythm with the fast-approaching onset of his own release, craving spurred on by the euphoric glide of his mate's drenched hole as it squeezed and sucked at his throbbing length with unrelenting greed, forcing him to succumb to the blanket of heaven that smothered his senses, jaw, locked, and eyes, stained red.
It was only a matter of time, before he too, was finding the bliss of such ambrosial release, cum painting the wet silk of his Omega's insides, white and messy, as he lost himself, some sloppy thrusts, later.
“Oh shit—! Fuck, baby.” Jeongguk's voice came out as little more than a distant and lust-gravelled rumble against the elegant slant of Jimin's neck, words a ragged and winded echo as he mouthed, mindlessly, along his throat, satisfaction purring within him, like that of a pleased beast.
The delicious, vice-like grip that hugged at his cock, milked him utterly dry , walls tightening around him without an inch to spare as he delivered the final few of off-tempo thrusts, claws, insistent, as they dug into soft hips and the plush fat of his mate's gorgeous ass. It was out of pure instinct that his teeth came to fit against Jimin’s mating mark, canines sinking into the very place that he'd claimed him, two years ago, on this day.
Vaguely, Jeongguk felt his mate arch into him, the warm, slender curves of his body slotting against Jeongguk’s hardened lines like that of a perfect puzzle piece. The sweet vanilla of Jimin's scent spiked in the aftermath of his bite, the soft fondness of his purring, subconscious, as he nuzzled closer to Jeongguk. Once said Alpha had returned from cloud nine, Jeongguk heard the breathless pants of his mate, his sweet whimpers and whines of content, the small hands gripping at him, tightly.
It could’ve been hours. It could’ve been minutes. The time, spent, to recollect themselves from their blazing high was hazy for them, both, as their minds and bodies struggled in their states of melted mush, the swell of Jeongguk's knot, finally, having gone down enough for him to, gingerly, pull out of Jimin, and gather his stunningly-spent Omega, into his protective and welcoming arms, thoughts, still groggy, with the remaining stickiness of lust. Instantly, Jimin curled into him, body, a melted pile of honey butter, sticky and sweet, soft and pliant . Lips pressed a kiss to the crown of Jimin’s bowed and burrowing head, arms locking, protectively-tight, around his mate’s waist.
“You know you’re already my every day gift, right?” Jeongguk asked, after a while of comfortable silence, a soft edge blanketing the attractively-rough huskiness of his voice.
Jimin hummed and lifted his glowing face, upwards, eyes, fond, and endeared gold, sparkling. “You’re mine, too, Guk.” As if to emphasize his responding claim, Jimin brought his hands up to cup at his Alpha’s unfairly-chiseled jaw and angle him downwards for a slow and sweet kiss. When Jeongguk deepened the loving press of mouths to something just on the edge of intoxicating, Jimin couldn't stop his toes from curling, in pleasure, the tiny pads digging into the soiled sheets, even as he leaned back from the once-more looming grip of arousal. “I love you so much,” he sighed out in a dreamy lilt. “So, so much, Jeonggukie.”
Jeongguk snagged the vulnerable fat of his bottom lip with his teeth, nibbling gently before, reluctantly, releasing the luscious fold. “I love you, too. More than anything, Minnie. Happy anniversary, baby.”
“Even if you tried to eat me, on our two year anniversary, it was the best one, yet.“ Jimin giggled, the corners of his mouth lifted into a pretty curve that enticed the appearance of his Alpha's own bunny-like one.
Jeongguk, playfully, tickled the exposed and sensitive skin at Jimin's plush waistline and buried his face into the crook of his mate's throat as said Omega threw his head back, the enticing line of his neck, out and in the open, for his Alpha’s pleasure. “There were no complaints and there will be many more to come, love.”