A Violet Hue on Soft Skin

It felt good.

Despite the exhaustion, blacking out every time Jimin came inside her, how sore she felt, how hot her body had become. It felt good.

She wasn’t sure what was going on, but all she knew was that she loved the way Jimin made her feel. It just grew tenfold when she could see for herself that Jimin felt the same way, how the alpha was acting, and it was all because of her.

It felt good.

But it was maddening.

Minjeong couldn’t recall when they had stopped, or when she had even gained her senses back. It felt like her days flashed moment by moment, feeling the same feeling, wanting and wishing to be fucked senselessly by Jimin.

And the scent that had made its way into her lungs had made her this insane. Jimin tasted incredibly delicious, so insatiable, so tempting. It made Minjeong want Jimin even more, it was making her say and do things she hadn’t before.

She remembered being woken up by Jimin to drink water, she recalled, since she could still feel her chin, neck and chest damp from her spilling it. Jimin wasted no time nor water and cleaned it up, but the act was so vile and so obscure and dirty that it had awakened Minjeong’s pleasures again.

She remembered that they had been fucking the moment they woke up. Jimin had her flat on her belly, teeth sinking into Jimin’s pillows, hands clenching onto the sheets as she was being plowed by the alpha from behind. Minjeong had noticed that Jimin felt so much bigger from this position, and she honestly loved the feeling of being rubbed on all her walls, moaning loudly as teeth marked her skin once again.

Then Jimin had her on her side, one leg being lifted up as the alpha’s cock had jammed its way inside of her, fucking her, being exposed so scandalously. Jimin’s long limbs had given her the privilege to be pleasured on her clit as she was being fucked at the same time. Minjeong came faster than she expected.

Minjeong still had no idea what came over her, and she wished there was a point in all of this pleasurable madness that she would find clarity. Because a part of her missed having meals with Jimin, where they enjoyed their comfortable silence and Jimin fed her, feeling shy about it but still accepted it. Minjeong was looking forward to feeding Jimin breakfast as well, maybe a small cherry, or a slice of tangerine that Jimin had freshly peeled for her.

But it was so difficult for her to even initiate any of that because of this drunken state. Every time she laid eyes on the alpha, the first thing Minjeong wanted to do was grapple Jimin by the hips and beg to be bred.

She could still feel it, the way Jimin thrusted deep inside of her, how the alpha’s cock shaped her insides, stirring her until she couldn’t find her voice anymore, the feeling of hot liquid spilling inside of her. Minjeong wasn’t sure what it was, but she sure loved the feeling of it.

It made her feel like Jimin was giving a part of herself. Something that Minjeong could only have. Maybe she was happy to know that because she felt like the alpha was taking her entire being. But she was willingly giving it anyway.

Jimin’s moans had shaken her awareness again, feeling hot all over by the mere sound of it. She felt so weak and so used that she allowed Jimin to just change their positions whenever the alpha pleased.

She didn’t mind if she really thought about it. It was as if the mere feeling of Jimin’s cock had made her so pliant that she was finally okay with being used. Jimin could do whatever she wanted, she could say whatever she wanted to say, use her hands, mouth, teeth, tongue and cock in any way she wanted to.

Minjeong had decided then and there that she was at Jimin’s disposal. Was it because she felt selfish? That Jimin was the cure to her odd disease? Was it even a sickness? Why was her body feeling different now that she had a taste of sex?

It was all mumbled words and questions for her. But she didn’t care anymore. She trusted Jimin. That even if the alpha had shoved her knot inside of her so many times already, left marks all over her skin, fucked her for days and yet Minjeong still felt worshiped.

Jimin spoke words that Minjeong didn’t know she needed. She felt wanted. She felt loved.

And this kind of love that Jimin was showing her was so different that leaving was not in the question anymore. Minjeong wanted to stay. She wanted to stay like this with Jimin as long as they both wanted it.

“Minjeong,” Jimin moaned out suddenly, her face nuzzling into her neck, tongue tracing wet lines over her already dampened skin. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Her heart soared.

Jimin had a way with her words and the giddy feelings had tripled because of her actions. The way Jimin’s hands secured her in a warm embrace, beautifully bruising her skin, making her feel safe. Or how her cock had thrusted into her, showing that she was desired by the alpha despite doing this for days.

Minjeong gasped when Jimin switched their positions again. Jimin was sitting on the bed, leaning her back on the broken headboard, while Minjeong was on top of her again, legs so wobbly that Jimin had to be the one to move her, unable to support her own weight. But she still tried because of how much she wanted to pleasure Jimin as well.

The expressions the alpha made were driving her insane and she wanted to keep being the reason why Jimin looked that way.

A part of her didn’t want any of this to end. But the aching in her body made her realize that she was tired. Her hips and her legs, slowly succumbing to the numbness of her exhaustion. But she wanted to keep going.

Jimin felt so good inside her, the way her cock brushed onto her walls, the grip on her waist, her fruity scent, the alpha’s low and raspy moans.

Minjeong wanted to keep going, despite her body feeling so sore or her climaxing too many times that morning alone. But she was just… so tired. Her attempts in moving started to falter again, going slowly despite how hard the big hands were holding her.

Jimin tilted her head, and Minjeong wanted to apologize. But it was just filthy cries and moaning that came out of her mouth.

“J-Jimin—a-ah!” Minjeong screamed out as the alpha thrusted upwards.

Jimin tilted her head to the side, a teasing smirk on her face. “Why’d you slow down? Come on, you were doing so well,” she cooed as she laid kisses on Minjeong’s neck, making her moan louder. “That’s it—“ she thrusted upwards once more, sharply this time and Minjeong almost choked on her moans, but Jimin’s kisses were there again making her slick gush out of her pussy so easily. “That’s a good girl.”

She couldn’t take it anymore. The pet names Jimin graced her with always did something to her body that it felt like a switch, one command or one word from Jimin, and she was gone. It made her tip over the edge as the alpha kept calling her that.

“Good girl, Minjeong. Keep going. Do it for me, please.”

Before she knew it, she came again. Her body was a trembling mess, unable to move because of how hard it hit her. And she felt it again, a strong pang resonating inside of her as Jimin spilled her hot liquids inside of her once more. They moved so frantically that Jimin’s cock had slipped out and some of it landed on her skin.

It was warm, Jimin felt warm, and she loved every single bit of it. Jimin held her close, despite them feeling so sticky, and Minjeong clung onto her as she tried to catch her breath.

Minjeong’s mind was muddled, the only thing she could think of was Jimin. Her body, her face, the addicting taste of her lips—the addicting feeling of Jimin’s cock that was inside of her. The mere taste of it, the way it filled her pussy so well.

She wanted more. She wanted more of her alpha.

“J-Jimin,” she called out absentmindedly, her heat speaking for herself. Jimin was still panting, hand reaching in between them as she stroked her cock, rubbing it onto Minjeong’s folds as more cum shot out.

Jimin looked up, raising a brow at her.

The sight of Jimin looking like that made her whine so suddenly. She grabbed Jimin’s face, pulled it closer, her tongue lapping over the plump lips like a dumb dog, kissing her mole messily, trying to grip Jimin’s neck.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Jimin asked, grunting in between breaths.

Minjeong whined and whimpered, pussy clenching at nothing. Her hands hurriedly reached in between them as well, feeling the almost flaccid cock in her palms. She whined again, wanting to weep at the state of her lover’s cock.

“I want more, Jimin—I want more, I want your cock inside me again. Please… please, please, please…”

She yelped when her body was suddenly scooped up from the bed and being carried away from it. Jimin’s movements were quick, not wanting to waste a moment.

Minjeong wrapped her arms tightly around Jimin’s neck, feeling her warm arousal spread slick over Jimin’s abdomen. She ducked her head in the crook of the alpha’s neck, too embarrassed to look anywhere as she was making a mess.

Then she flinched when she heard things crashing on the floor and then she was forcefully removed from her embrace. Her back hit the hardwood of Jimin’s desk, legs quickly spread open and the feeling of the large cock head meeting with her wet and swollen lips.

Jimin’s body conveniently hovered over her, making Minjeong hug her neck by habit.

They went at it again, Jimin was hard once more and she shoved it back inside of Minjeong, hovering over her as her hips moved at a brutal pace. The table’s creaking was so loud, competing with the sound of her own moans.

She was being fucked into oblivion, feeling her consciousness go in and out as her walls were being rubbed so viciously, the feeling inside her belly was cooling so quickly, ready to release her pleasures once again.

“Ah—fuck, Jimin, yes, keep going,” she babbled out, saying all of these filthy things into the alpha’s ears. She locked her legs around Jimin’s waist, moving her hips salaciously as she tried to chase her pleasures.