Got my claws in you

Chapter 64- nesting comforts

(Y/N) POV:

The burning sear is merciless, consuming as I grip the sheets weakly, hands splayed across the bottom of my back, body completely limp and splayed across the sheets as the weight above me continues to bore down, sharp rough thrusts that make broken sounds slip past my lips, head buried against the pillow, lips lax.

The slew of cries are torn out my throat, chest tight and stomach clenching tightly, hips boneless, not able to buck back to rock my hips to him, but his hands pin. Refuse to let me move back.

Making me take even as my body goes limp with pleasure, sobs wracking my body, unintelligible half-words that are more sound than coherent pleas.

"Look at how well you beg... how needy you sound." Jimin growls against my nape, lips raking feverish trails between my shoulders, fingers entangling in my hair to grip tightly and tug, head tilting back in a forced arch, the bite of pain at the forced pronounced curve displaying my scent glands, before ecstasy pulses through every inch of my body. When the curve of my throat invites the sharp rippling growl, the brush of fangs scraping against my jaw before ducking to suck another mark into my throat, fingers brushing through hot feverish tears; overwhelmed and mind hazed over with everything but them.

The sheets are abrasive against hypersensitive skin, but I'm able to do nothing but writhe on the sheets, twisting helplessly, throat raw and the blooming bite makes my skin throb and pulse with electric desire; scent spurting out rich, staining air.

"Can you hold yourself up sweet fawn? Or too jittery?" voice rough and dark with arousal and rut, eyes swimming with a hot wetness that pools in my waterline, stings as my body is worked mercilessly to another peak, to an endless slam of pleasure that I crave and chase after, body wracked with tremors as overstimulated bliss captures and drags me further into its abyss.

I cry out at the rougher slam of hips sheathing his length inside me, the relentless pressure of each snap of his hips driving himself deeper, filling me over and over even as I feel my body go lax; boneless and unable to get my hands to coordinate, to will strength in them to push myself upright, to tilt my hips up. And his hands tighten, splayed across the low of my back and pushing down, the weight and strength of his body keeps mine stilled, body jolted and pushed further into the mattress, shaking as the coil of pleasure only lessens slightly to build back up in a stronger, drowning wave of it.

Body compelled and easily acquiescing to the growled command. Take.

"Too shaky... look how much you're making her thrash Jimin~ she can't get enough." Joon's rasped growl shudders with pleasured approval, the rough timbre of his voice a caress grazing the dip of my spine, the brush of his lips accompanying the low praises that spill and sink into my lax limbs bringing my mind to a floatier reprieve; drowning in the possessive brand of their scents.

The resounding growl that shatters the air is triumphant and proud and pleased, the next thrust is deeper somehow, melding his body with mine with a rough snap of his hips sheathing his thick length inside, swelling where his knot's begun to form.

"Going to be writhing on my knot..." he groans with delirious pleasure, hands tightening as he continues to drive his hips deeper, the wide lax splay of my thighs inviting... surrendering to the carnal rough pleasure my body is pliant with.

The words that bubble past my lips are slurred and broken, too muffled to be anything more than sound but the begging want in them rings clear even in the dense fog of my mind.

Knot me. Mate me. Pup me.

As if he can sense the thoughts, or rather smell how honeyed and sticky sweet anise pulses off in cloying rivulets his body bears down impossibly harder, rendering me entirely useless to move even the slightest, body manoeuvred and pinned into place, the sharp bite of fangs at skin mercilessly colouring me with blooming rich vibrant claims that spark an aching sting, ebbing into waves of pleasure, throat tilted and made to present the already marked and swollen gland, fingers curling to entangle in hair and draw it to the side, the pressure of his tongue and teeth relentless as they close around the gland.