Because I had a little more to gush about Jinnie with milk-full of tits and Tae's love for them, here are some slices of life that take place after the story.
Warning: NSFW because of tits and crotch.
Starting with where we left off, Tae had these crotchless panties and pasties in his Amazon cart since forever.
He can just the bend the omega and creep his fingers under the shorts, pressing them thru the open lace until Jinnie is moaning and squirting over the kitchen island.
Lingerie like these make Jinnie blush pink all the way to his plum tits, which is why Tae loves making Jinnie wear ONLY these when they move in together.
Squeeze the tits with his warm hands until Jinnie is begging his alpha to remove the pasties and suck his sensitive nipples.
More panties but this time with pearls that rub against Jinnie's sensitive cunt lips every time he walks, the omega looking like he's in heat with how much he's leaking and blushing at work.
He would push Tae down and ride him those nights, milk squirting all over his alpha.
Tae got these made for when Jinnie milks his tits for his customer, placing the omega in his lap who whines but finally sinks down on the hard cock.
They would stay like that for hours, Jinnie warming his alpha who gently milks his tits until they're raw and empty.
Tae said its a complete dress, brought Jinnie out in the balcony at night on their one year anniversary.
Poor omega was warm and pink the whole dinner, leaking in his seat and ashamed when Tae bent him over the railings and eat his cunt out.
Tae loved seeing Jinnie struggle to contain his fat tits in these. The omega would complain and whine how cruel his alpha was before Tae would push him down in doggy style, groping the tits that now hung down lewdly.
Sometimes Tae put bowls below Jinnie to properly milk him.
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Seokjin cries in silence, not even a gasp leaving his lips because the members are asleep, they worked hard today, they deserve rest.
His vision is blurry, tears heavy in eyes until they fall. He tastes salt, feels them cool on his cheeks.
He's crying, he doesn't know why.
It was a video, maybe old, maybe nostalgic. He was watching himself until his eyes burnt, until his chest felt heavy.
The phone still lay in his lap, the video still playing, the ear plugs still in his ears. He's barely listening but it doesn't matter.
It still makes him cry.
He'll sleep like that, wet cheeks and aching head, chest heavy and it's difficult to breathe. It's better he isn't sharing room anymore, he doesn't have to go in cold balconies to cry.
But it's worse, somehow, maybe because he doesn't have warm concern to return to.