➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 003

What was better than having the warmth of a mouth suckling the tip of you're cock?

Most would say nothing,but Jimin rather,would have to disagree.

See the thing is,he probably wouldn't have to disagree,had it not been that his libido was just not feeling it.
He was somewhat embarrassed with how soft his cock had been when being fondled with,and now as it is lazily being licked and suckled at,the semi half just wasn't doing it for neither of them.

The pretty lady that he'd been wining and dining for the previous four hours looked devilishly sexy with her emerald green gaze tilted up to his,the freckles that spotted a pathway across her cheeks and nose,her long silky locks that traveled down her back in the reflection of the sun setting against the ocean.

A bright ruby red.

Most of his conquests of the past had always had one thing in common.Their features and skin tones contrasted against each other almost always,but one thing he had kept awfully clear was the colour of their hair.

Red?
Check.

You'd typically find him chatting up the pretty individual of a red headed beauty,be it that their texture were coiled and puffy,or straight and silky,as long as the hair colour was red,he'd know to himself that he'd be fine dining for the night.

It was how Jimin had come to find himself charming the dazzlingly pale skinned woman that sat alone talking with the bartender,sipping on a Martini that seemed near empty.

Jimin offered to refill it,free of charge of course,for what gentleman would he be if did not pay for his lady's beverages?

Maybe,he offered her another after that one,maybe thereafter,he also charmed her to a sensual dance under the soft kaleidoscope of disco lights as well.

And now here he was,with her soft hair, glinting a soft red underneath the low lights of his lounge while he held it in his grip softly,fucking his long thick girth into her mouth.

Or at least,the half of it that could fit her mouth and has been well, something a little above being soft.

A grunt leaves him when he finally begins to feel the long awaited warmth settling in the pit of his stomach,cock twitching in the warm confines of the mouth he fucks into.

His hearing is sensitive to the subtle whimpers that leave her lips each time he nears her gag reflex,the feeling of the wet walls of her throat sucking him in when he pushes his length a little further to the bulging of her eyes,the lone tears that topple from them.

After a couple seconds at most,he tugs himself out fully,his cock,big in its presence now at being fully erected,fucking finally, as it slaps against the soft skin of the woman's cheek.

There's a furrow to his brows when he smells something awfully unfamiliar,yet so sweet and dainty, that it has his cock twitching a little precum onto the red lips of the woman that kneels before him.

A stain of white against the shiny red of them.

He suddenly can't seem to remember her name,her features blurring into each other,until he's quite sure that he can no longer recognise,nor recall who it was that he had lured to his apartment under the fuse of delirious sex.

Warm hands,that he knows are not those of the prettily freckled individual of earlier,the teasing feel of lengthy nails scraping against his skin, pushing up against the thick of his muscled thighs,a tingling shudder going down his spine when the stench of sweet cinnamon and fudged marshmallow become more distinct.

His nostrils flare just as his mouth begins to salivate,tasting the lingerment of the sweet sweet aroma at the back of his tongue, tickling the entrance of his throat in a way that has him starved for more.

When he opens his eyes to glance down at his cock still smearing it's pre against the lips of the woman he'd met at the soft jazz bar,he finds himself surprised rather.

For it was not her,and rather unfamiliarly known amberique red irises that met his hooded gaze.

He falters,his cock still erect as he pulls away from her a little,his hands loosening its grip in the woman's hair.

Who was she?

Up at him stares a gaze of ruby amber red,irises a perfect blend of both.Both eyes are surrounded by a thick luscious frame of black lashes and he follows the buttoned slope of her nose up to the expanse of her elegantly arched brows,the dark melanin of her skin that glows impossibly soft in a rosette warmth.

Jimin is in awe as his hands tighten their hold around the beautiful Auburn red of her coily curls,his hands tangled in them,and the little whine she hisses when he pulls her head back abit.

What type of wet dream was this?

Her mouth is set in a mouth watering little pout that has her soft and plump upper lip brushing against his crown,the warmth of her breath exiting her nose that tickles the skin directly above it.

A soft hum leaves him when his hands are encircled by long coiled curls that feel like the softest he'd ever had the pleasure of  gracing his hands with.

His hands,tangled in them,unable to move through the long coily strands the colour of an auburn red,scarlet red streaks that littered the messy bunch.

It was mesmerising,the unique touches that created the colour.

And Jimin was for sure not mistaken,when he recalled the exact visioning of them,and them alone in dreams his had since his teenage years.

And why all his conquests had the colour in common.

Except they've never come close to what he'd actually been searching for.

The prothesis.
A small glimpse at what the fallen Goddess Lilith had made

Just for him.

The heavy weight that had sat in the place of his libido is gone,in its place a burning heat when her hooded eyes glance up at him,his cock pressed to her lips and her lips puckering around the girth of his crown, innocence piqued in the way she falters.

A thrum of electricity goes through Jimin's taut body when he spots the abundant lust mixed with uncertainty in her gaze,and his dominant nature takes control of his limbs,his voice,as  he taps the tip of his cock to her plump lips, smearing them across in a pretty gloss.

"Suck."
He commands softly,hand cupping her jaw when her mouth opens in a little oh shape.

She looks so cute,so innocent,so pure,even if she might be anything but.

Her lips are colored a nude pink as it stretches across the fat girth of his cock,pulling him into the warm cavern of her mouth where she swipes the warm wet muscle against the stubbled surface where his veins cross,the delicate scrape of her teeth against his sensitive skin.

His fingers tenderly stroke the skin of her jaw,the warmth of it,the sweet scent that spells her flusteredness.

It added the underlying touch of lavender to it.

Made Jimin,quite ravenous.

A low grunt rumbles through Jimin's chest when her eyes glisten over with tears the deeper he pushed into her mouth,the wider he stretches her cheeks to accommodate him,the slacker she needs to make her jaw if she doesn't want to hurt herself.

But he tastes it in her scent,how much she enjoys it,sees it at how big her pupils grow,until it's black against a  glowing ring of amberique red.

It's all so mesmerising how she sucks his cock into her mouth,how the sharp claws of her nails dig into the soft skin of his thighs so she can push herself further down his cock.

No words are exchanged, nothing but their erratic breathing as a service is completed.

The thrusts of his hips falter when he feels her throat swallowing against him,when he spots the eager glint in her eyes when he twitches in the tight fit.A soft grunt leaves Jimin,and he spots as she clenches her thigh,pressing against each other,it has him salivating at the thought of sucking pretty marks against the dark skin.

A image filters through his mind,of the woman on her knees in front of him,back arched against red silken sheets,and Jimin's head nestled between her thighs.

Oh, fucking fuccckkkk.

Cries echo through the confines of his head,and it's eerily similar to the soft whining she exudes now,the featherlight sounds that touch to his ears each time his hips swivels deeper into her mouth.

His breathing grows even more rapid if possible,pupils glinting pitch black under the low lights of his lounge,it also,succeeds in glinting down at skin the softest colour of brown,such a stark contrast to his own paleness.

Fuck,Jimin was entranced with the beauty of it.

So much that it doesn't register to him that it's feels like a decade since he's been so intensely aroused.

The service of the seductive mistress now in his presence.

Jimin enjoyes the feeling of her pushing back onto his cock a little more, following his thrusts as he fucks into her mouth in a smooth glide.

And Amala,who still was unknown to Jimin on so many levels, having her hunger sated by the glide of his semen down her throat once the lengthy girth of his cock ejaculates into her awaiting mouth.

All Jimin would be bound to recall of what happend here,was the sweet sweet scent of warm cinnamon intermingled with spongy marshmallows.

With the slightest underlying foundation of lavender.

And how the taste of it on his tongue would be his obsession, furthermore.

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