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pink0lemonade · 3 months ago

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Tags: [mdni][mlw][break up sex][slight crime (stealing)][cowgirl][oral f! receiving][slight pronebone][bottom!wally][he's so beggy, omg][mommy kink]

A stolen bouquet of Whitehouse tulips, with ants scrambling across the pretty petals and soil sprinkling from the lowest bits of the stems.

That's the epitome of romance to Wally.

Or at least, that's the way it looks as you stare down at the flowers that he'd stuffed into your empty hands, and Wally's hands fiddle in front of him. He looks like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Big green eyes wide, freckled cheeks dusted with pink from the frost that bit at his cheeks. It's cold, chill nipping at the air and you swallow, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek as you try not to give into the puppy dog eyes.

For fucks sake, it's only been two days.

"What do you w—" "You." Wally interjects you before you can even finish your question, his knees colliding with the hard wood of your patio, his hands resting on his denim covered thighs and he looks up at you, eyes teary.

"Everything sucks when you're not around. I can't even—please take me back. Please, I'm literally on my knees."

Wally looks at you with big, doe-y green eyes, lashes fluttering and gingery strands rustling in the wind, ears tinged pink from the cold and he swallows. You watch his Adam's apple bob with the action, jaw clenching when he notices you're not budging.

Simply looking down at him from below your lashes, your hands grasping the stems of the tulips, pink lips pursed and you look....

Indifferent.

And it... Stings, in all honesty but Wally knows you're not that mean. You're just hard to read. Sometimes.

"Come inside." You huff, letting out an exhausted breath. "You're gonna freeze."

Wally finds himself on the sofa he's occupied more than anything, a quilt wrapped around his broad shoulders and muscular, calloused hands grasping the mug in his hands, the scent of steaming tea wafting to his nose. And he watches from over the backrest of the sofa as you snip the stems of the flowers at a slant, dropping them into that pretty vase that's always been filled with random receipts and shit, instead of flowers.

Wally makes a mental note to never let that happen again.

He needs to buy flowers. More often than not.

And he swallows.

"Are you still mad at me?" Wally asks quietly, brows knitting into a little frown as he watches you occupy the seat across from him, your arms crossed over your chest and your eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"Very." You hiss back, before slowly picking up another quilt, throwing it over your body and you glare at Wally as you tuck the edge of it underneath your chin.

And Wally's gaze lowers, watching his rippling reflection in the tea and he nods his head.

"I understand." He murmurs quietly. "I was... Immature. And childish. And I've been taking you for granted."

This is the most serious you've ever seen Wally.

Even during a literal crisis, Wally won't not show off those perfect dimples and that electric smile, his tongue always peeking out between his teeth, pointy canines on display whenever he meets your gaze.

But not right now.

Wally looks solemn. Lips tugged into a frown, brows knitted and a quivering bottom lip with big teary eyes that don't seem to focus on you.

"Let me make it up to you?" He whispers softly, hopefully, looking up at you through large lashes and before you can even answer, Wally's sliding down and resting against the surface of the couch.

His ass planted on the thick carpet and his head tipped back, resting on the surface of the seat. And you're gonna tell him to fuck off until he pleads softly.

"Please baby."

Your knees dig into the couch on either side of Wally's head, your shorts abandoned alongside your panties and your hands move to rest on the backrest of the sofa.

And warm hands move to rest on your hips, fingertips digging into the fat of your thighs before his tongue drags through your folds. And he lets out a shuddering breath.

"Missed y— dude, sit down." Wally huffs, before shifting his grasp and forcing you to sit down, his nose bumping against your clit and his tongue drags along your slit. A slow drag that makes your toes curl in your fuzzy socks and you rest your forehead against the backrest, brows twitching as his tongue slowly circles your clit.

Slowly.

Eating pussy has been the only thing that Wally does slow.

Tongue dragging through your sloppy, sensitive folds, gathering slick on the tip of his tongue before gently pushing it back into you, lashes flutter against his freckled cheeks and his hands paw at your hips with the type of reverent adoration only reserved for gods.

And biblically accurate fanart.

Wally whines, the sound sloppy and muffled as he moves his head, tongue flicking against your twitching clit and he mumbles.

"Baby, 'm so sorry. 'm sorry. 'm sorry, forgive me. Please touch me."

Lowering your hand, you give Wally what he's been dying to and you swear, the way he groans makes you think he grew a cock on his head.

Like a unicorn.

Your fingers sink into gingery strands, nails scraping against his scalp and you bite your bottom lip, soft whispery moans leaving your lips, your hips subtly rocking against Wally's face.

Calloused fingers dig into the fat of your ass, and Wally shifts beneath you, one of his hands leaving to palm himself through his jeans, lashes fluttering and a low whine echoes in the silence of your home.

Wind rustles the tree leaves, the soft trickle of rain drowns out the chatter of people passing by on the street and the occasional hum of traffic roaring to life distracts you from the fact that you went back on that promise to yourself so....

Quickly.

"You're my world." Wally murmurs. "Things were so bad without you. Everything's slow, and boring and— it was so long, baby."

Wally sucks on your clit, his tongue lapping against the bud and his soft lips wrapped around it, and you squeal, your body nearly locking up and your toes curl.

"Sh— shit. Fuck, Wally, you're gonna make me come." You breathe out, shuddering and heavy breaths leaving your lungs that seem suddenly to small to take in all the air you need.

Your hips buck and twitch, hand fisted in Wally's hair and he groans.

"Ride my face, beautiful. Ride my nose 'til it breaks."

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, a muffled whine leaving your lips and your lashes flutter as your eyes squeeze shut, thighs pressing at Wally's head but he keeps licking.

Lapping at your slit and drawing it out until you stop shaking and breathing heavy.

"Shit, you're so warm..." Wally breathes out, lashes fluttering against freckled cheeks as his arms wrap around your waist, his T-shirt straining against his bulging biceps and his face nuzzles against the valley between your breasts.

Before looking up at you, and Wally leans back against the backrest, shifting his hips the tiniest bit and his hands move to rest on your hips, fingers digging into the fat.

And with the first roll of your hips, sloppy pussy lips swallowing his cock greedily, your ass flush against the peeled fabric of his jeans and his precum oozing tip nudging against your cervix, Wally's far gone.

Eyes glazing over, plump lips pressing kisses along your chest and your neck, enjoying the low cut of the sweater you're wearing and he whines, muffling his sounds into the cozy fabric.

"Fuck— 'm sorry, I'll be better." He mumbles, his words enunciated by breathy moans and the wet slap of skin against skin, your nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders.

You're tight. Warm. Wet.

Everything that makes Wally's brain the equivalent of Pablo Picasso's unintelligible paintings, and the colours of his thoughts become muddy when you grind against him, the warmth of you enveloping his aching cock.

"I'll—... I'll be better. I'll be more mature— I— just keep riding me. Please, mommy."

Wally's pleas and whimpers aren't nearly as sweet as hearing him call you 'mommy', and an orgasmic chill travels down your arching spine and you moan.

Your walls flutter nervously, pussy slobbering enough to form a creamy ring at his base, precum and your wetness mixing into a debauched emulsion and making the pretty pearly colour that he can barely tear his eyes away from.

And Wally blunt nails dig into your ass, his head tipping back against the sofa, his hips lifting ever so slightly to meet your slow thrusts.

And you swear you can hear his heartbeat turn into a hummingbird's when one of your hands move to find purchase on the side of his face, thumb brushing along his cheekbone and his expression softens.

The furrow of his brows relax, the tension leaves his shoulders and he leans into your touch, head tipping to meet yours as you lean in for a kiss.

You can taste yourself on his tongue, mixed with his saliva that for some reason, always tastes like those sour candies that you've had to pry from his hands on more than one occasion.

And Wally's hands grip your hips tighter, before he begins to control your pace.

Slamming you onto his cock with a brutal force, tip smearing precum all over the plug of your cervix, reaching deeper than you thought anything could.

"Keep this pace, please."

Wally begs quietly and you comply, because after all, how could you refuse a walking talking vibrator?

And your breath hitches when his thumb finds purchase on your clit, and he moves it until it's a blurry digit, vibrations making your toes curl and your speech slur.

Your eyes roll back in your head as you abruptly come to face with your orgasm.

Only this time, you're squirting around his cock, oversensitive and overstimulated and you're not even moving yourself anymore.

With one sock covered foot moving to rest on the edge of your coffee table (thank God it's bolted down), Wally's hips move and you swear, his ass doesn't touch the couch cushion with the way he's pistoning into you.

Pummeling your poor pussy into oblivion while teasing your clit with skilled fingers and he presses his lips against your pulse when you fall against his chest, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt.

"I've got the ring in holding." Wally whispers, his words barely reaching your ears with the way your blood is rushing, and you whine, nodding your head lazily as you try to find the ability to be shocked and enamoured by what Wally's saying.

"They just need to check if the size is right."

He adds, his voice so soft and gentle despite the fact that you're squirming like a bitch in heat and in the literal blink of an eye, Wally's got you on your stomach, stripped and bare aside from your socks.

"I took you for granted...." He murmurs.

A pillow wedged beneath your hips, and you feel the way his hot breath brushes against your back, one foot up on the couch, moving to rest beside your waist while his hands find your hips. His other leg is kneeling, on the other side of you, and Wally slides into your sopping cunt with ease.

Your back arches like a cat's and you're sure you might actually die when one hand moves to rest at the curve of your spine and his other hand has two fingers wedged against the soft tissue of your cheek.

"Let me show you how sorry I am."

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pink0lemonade · 3 months ago

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Tags: [mlw][mdni][ex-husband!Roy][missionary][fingering][squirting][don't even asking][oral m! receiving][anal fingering][snowballing][hair pulling][he's a desperate man][look at the the new divider. so demure][breeding][daddy kink?][creampie][msub?][idk she says do it, and he does it][i don't make the rules, i just write them:3]

Roy watches Lian settle into the backseat, her backpack tossed haphazardly in Jason's lap as he rifles through the bag, eagerly searching for snacks that he knows you packed in.

"You ransacking my kid now, Todd?"

Roy questions, muscular arms crossing over his broad chest, the T-shirt he's wearing stretched taut across his muscular torso, vibrant red fabric a contrast to his sunkissed, alabaster flesh. The tattoo on his bicep peeks out, green ink swirled marring his skin.

"When you bring perfectly cut watermelon with no seeds to work, I'll ransack you instead." Jason retorts, opening up the clear Tupperware and setting it down on the centre console, between Lian and himself.

Her inky strands are tied back into pigtails, a fuzzy red jumper to fight the slight chill in the air and a pair of daisy dukes, with those red Mary Jane's you insist on buying her in every colour.

She looks nothing like you. Her mother's eyes and hair, she doesn't even look like Roy.

But she looks like you. The fond expression as she munches on the watermelon you packed in, the snort that leaves her when Jason swallows the one singular pit that you've managed to miss and his expression screws up in distaste.

"Mommy says if you swallow a seed, a tree's gonna grow in your tummy, Uncle Jay." Lian hums, reaching into her backpack and pulling out a wet wipe, wiping the red and sticky juice from her hands and from Jason's long fingers, the action almost innately.

The action makes the men soften, because they can see just how much you've rubbed off on Lian.

Her sweet nature, the quirky things she randomly spouts.

"Then your mommy should have a bunch of trees in her belly." Jason hums, his fingers spread out for Lian to keep cleaning his hands.

Roy's stature stiffens, green eyes widening to land on Jason and he mouths, 'why would you say that?'

"Because of all the fruit she eats!" Jason defends but Roy knows.

He knows.

When Roy steps over the threshold of your house, the familiar scent of vanilla and coffee hits him like a freight train and he swallows, taking a deep breath to welcome the scent he's known as 'home'.

He can hear the dishes clanging slightly in the kitchen, the soft hum of music to tinkling alongside the splashes of soapy water and Roy remains quiet, grabbing one of the dishcloths and beginning to dry the dishes.

His gaze remains lowered, eyes trained on the way his hands dry porcelain plates and handmade clay bowls, green pools occasionally flitting to where your manicured hands remain submerged in steaming water.

And he clears his throat.

"I—...uh... Are these new curtains?"

Roy's voice is quiet, his head lifting only enough for him to look up at the curtains that cover the kitchen window.

Mostly white. White lace with a dark brown ruffled edge that matches with the teddy bears printed onto the main part of the curtain.

"Yeah." You answer with a hum. "Lian picked those out." The corners of you mouth twitch at the memory, and Roy notices.

He always notices.

"You're a good mom." Roy murmurs softly, continuing to dry off and pack the dishes into the designated spots. "Would you... Want another? Like.... One of your own?"

It's a question you don't want to answer. Especially not when Roy's asking.

Emerald eyes watch you pensively as you move around the kitchen, your attention on everywhere except Roy because you can't look at him.

And you shrug your shoulders.

"Yeah, I would." You hum softly.

"But you wouldn't want your kid's dad's to be different guys?" Roy states and without thinking much of it, you nod your head.

"I'll give you a baby." Roy states. "A healthy baby. A real chubby bastard too."

"Roy...." You sigh softly, "I don't think...—"

"Don't think." Roy interjects. "Let Daddy do the thinking."

Muscular fingers dig into the daisy-printed cushions of the sofa, and Roy lets out a low groan, head tipping back as he watches you slobber around his aching cock. Half-lidded eyes, a hand threading through your hair and gripping the strands as he feels the way your throat tightens around him, his flushed tip nodding against your oesophagus.

"Fuck, baby, just like that. Just like that..."

He whines, muscular thighs tensing and straining against the fabric of his jeans, feeling the way your nails drag against the material, and the way your soft, pouty lips wrap around his veiny shaft.

He watches the way your cheeks hollow when you suck him, your hands moving up his broad thighs and settling on his tightly toned abdomen.

Only to find out that it's... Not as tightly toned.

A slight pudginess has your eyes widening, your head lifting until his cock slips from your lips with a wet 'pop!' and you stare up at Roy.

"Did you gain weight?" You question with a surprised squeak, eyes widened with surprise and he swallows, the blood rushing through his ears making it difficult to hear you properly.

And it takes Roy a second or two to realise what you're asking and his ears tint red.

"Uh.... Just a few pounds but, I'm gonna start cutting next week ag— oh shit."

Roy gasps, hands gripping the sofa cushion so hard that his knuckles turn white and all he sees are fucking stars. Speckled against his eyelids as an orgasm crashes over him like a fucking tsunami and he gasps, a shaky breath that turns into a high pitched whine when you don't stop sucking.

The taste of cum fills your mouth and you know better than to swallow it immediately, instead milking him with soft, spittle-covered lips before you rise, standing between his thighs.

Your knee digs into the sofa beside his hip, your lips pressed against his and the taste of his own cum filling his mouth nearly has Roy proposing again.

Shaky hands bracket your hips, and he's forcing your skirt towards your waist, fingers pulling your panties to the side as two digits instantly bully their way into your cunt.

Your nails dig into either side of his face, your brows creasing as you struggle to adjust to the intrusion that's been just... Too long.

"Oh, you're so fucking tight." Roy groans, his face moving to nestle in the curve of your neck, inhaling that scent he's missed.

Misses the way it'd cling to his clothes, to his pillows, to his car seat, to his suit.

"You're not fucking anyone, baby?" Roy questions and you meekly shake your head, your hips bucking when he presses his thumb against your clit, and leaves you to your own devices to roll your hips just the way you like to.

"Awh, poor baby." He coos. "Let me take care of that pretty pussy, okay?"

You don't know how long it's been.

Your nails grabbing at the armrests, a heavy hand entangled in your hair and tugging you everytime you lose that arch for even a second.

Roy's beefy hips snap mercilessly, the lewd sound of your squelchy pussy rings out in the quietness of your home, drool dribbling down your cheek and soaking into the throw pillow beneath your head.

"That's it, baby. Fucking take it."

Roy groans, a muscular hand moving to rest on your hip, an iron grip pulling you back against him and with each movement, his cock jams against your cervix in a mixture of painful and pleasurable sensations, and your eyes water.

Your ass is stinging, the sensation only getting worse with each unforgiving thrust of his carved hips, heavy balls slapping against your clit with each movement and it's overstimulating. You don't know how many orgasms you've gotten but goddamn, you're feeling that coiling knot slowly start to build behind your navel.

"Play with your pussy, baby. Play with it." Roy breathes out, his hand leaving your hip and dragging along your plump thigh, giving you a sharp squeeze before guiding the limb to rest on the back of the sofa.

You're not that flexible.

But before you can even object, he's pummeling into you and your vision is getting hazier with each messy circle you make over your clit.

You're uncoordinated, you're sloppy and each time, you feel that thick globs of saliva trickle down the cleft of your ass and trickling down around your stretched out hole.

It's a burning stretch.

The kind that comes after a good workout and your body's bent in almost uncomfortable positions, and you gasp when you come.

Squirting onto the surface of the couch cushions beneath you, gushing so hard that you push Roy out of you but instead of pushing himself back in, his flushed tip swipes across your folds.

And the stimulation is too much, your body going limp and your hips twitch with every weak gush that trickles down your thighs, pooling at the spot where your knees dig into the sofa.

And Roy hums, hips moving to rest, and he leans over you, pressing a kiss to your back just as he pushes back into you, feeling the way your soaked walls attempt to pull him deeper.

To pull him closer.

And he rolls his hips, pressing a sweet kiss to the curve of your neck.

"I'm gonna come back tonight, and give you that baby, okay?" Roy breathes out softly, arms wrapping around your waist and you meekly nod your head, muttering a lazy 'mkay'.

The sound of Roy leaving, and closing the door behind him has you snapping back to reality and you perk up, lashes fluttering and heavy with unshed tears.

—♱—

"What's with the smile?" Jason questions, although, the twinkle in his emerald pools already say he knows.

A drink in his hand as he reclines against the park bench, eyes flitting between Roy's face and where Lian is playing with some lady's chihuahua.

Roy stares at Lian, watching the way her expression lights up when the dog jumps into her lap, tail wagging excitedly.

"I learnt something about myself." Roy answers softly and Jason lets out a hum, silently urging Roy to keep talking.

And a grin creeps onto Roy's face, million dollar smile gleaming in the sunlight.

"I'm not above a good, old fashioned baby trap."

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pink0lemonade · 4 months ago

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To Your Love That Smells Like Crazy — Part 2

Synopsis: It's Bruce's turn.

Pairing: Yandere!Alpha!Batboys X Gn!AFAB!Omega!Reader

Tw: 18+ pwp; Noncon/Dubcon; Read the 1st part warnings to have an Idea about the context here; This part is just Bruce X Reader with a glimpse of Dick X Reader; Age gap, Reader is 18 and Bruce is on his 40s; Implied creep!Bruce; Heat symptoms; Reader is an omega and the batboys are alphas; Vibrators; Creampie; Unprotected sex; Dirty talk; Praise kink; Handcuffs; Biting; Possessive Bruce and Reader; A smidge of angst and suicidal thoughts; Crying; Some breastfeeding, omegas produce milk during heat; Gangbang? This happens right after the first part and the others are gonna have their turn just after this; The littlest mention of blood; Slight voyeurism; Mentioned and implied kidnapping; Size difference (Reader’s appearance is not mentioned, Bruce is just huge); Grinding; English isn't my first language.

Word count: 1,9k

Requested? No.

Extra notes: 3 fanfics posted in 24 hours? Who am I?? (Someone free from college) Also, the 1st part had the worst dead doves yet it's almost on the 1k notes mark, faster than it ever happened to me before, I'm shocked.

General masterlist | To Your Love That Smells Like Crazy - Series masterlist

Damian spent a few minutes just kissing you all over while waiting for his knot to swell down. The blissful and complete feeling you had lost intensity as it did. With the effects of your heat gone after the sex and with the knot's unforgivable presence on your cunt, dread started settling on your bones, but you didn't bother to act on it. You were marked, and you marked him. The taste of blood on your mouth refused to let you forget it. It would take months for the claim to retreat and heal itself to the point where the bond was broken, that is, if they even gave you the chance.

You watched your left hand, handcuffed, and sniffed, head practically empty, ignoring Damian putting his pants back on, leaving his shirt on “your nest” and disappearing from the room.

While alone, you felt dirty and uncomfortable, and in a flash of strength, you frowned and kicked his shirt out of the bed. It fell on the floor silently, and you felt like a baby throwing a tantrum. Tears that had dried came back, and you were horrified thinking you actually enjoyed what just happened.

A whimper escaped your throat because you hated the feeling of the seed leaking from your pussy, and you curled on your side, suddenly missing your mom, and the feeling of safety your pack gave. You wanted to die just thinking you might never see them again.

You hid your face on the pillow when you heard the door open again, Bruce's scent invading the room and your clogged nose, half afraid of how he would react to finding you like this. Naked, dirty, vulnerable and crying. His purring dominated your ears, and your damn omega felt soothed.

The bed dipped and you were suddenly aware of how big Bruce was. Of how much sicker it all felt. What does a 40 year old man want with a fresh out of puberty highschool student who frequented his house and was his youngest son’s friend? Who was old enough to be his youngest kid. You cried harder when his scent and his sheer opulence turned you back on.

— You don't have to cry, omega. You're gorgeous. — His big hands settled on your hips, caressing your fevered skin. You sniffed.

— I wanna go home… — You whispered with a small voice, heartbroken.

— You are home, honey. — One of his hands disappeared, the other dancing up and down the side of your body that was facing the ceiling. You heard buzzing, and if you weren't trying to take your mind elsewhere, you would have clocked what it was. Your breath hitched when you felt a strange thing against your clit and your pussy lips, vibrating steadily. You bit your lip and tried to hide your face further. — Oh, you like that? — Bruce's tone didn't seem like he was surprised by your body’s reaction. You tightened your legs, as if it would work to push the feeling away. It just made your cunt tighten and more liquid to leak out. — Fuck, honey, you're soaked.

You felt Bruce's body heat as he leaned down over you, his body already naked, you startled, you didn't know he took his clothes off already, or if he walked in naked. You recoiled your body further, practically in fetal position, but you knew there was nothing you could do to stop him from what he came to do.

Bruce started peppering kisses on your waist, arms, back and shoulder, slowly rolling up, until he reached your neck. He took a deep breath of the mix of scents stuck to your DNA. You smelt like family now. Like you and Damian. And soon, like more family members. The alpha teased your the skin of your neck with his teeth, reflecting if now was a good enough time to claim you, but decided it could wait a few minutes.

He rolled the vibrador around your vulva, prompting a wet sound to come out clear and loud, almost obnoxious. Your muscles dropped for a second, enjoying the pleasurable feeling. Bruce groaned deeply, completely turned on, and rubbed his fat tip against the back of your tighs.

Suddenly an idea came to mind. The alpha took advantage of the position you both found yourselves in, you curled on your side, and him keeling in front of the back of your thighs, facing your lateral. In the place he found himself in, if he turned you on your back again, he would be kneeling between your thighs, and if he turned you on your belly, he could straddle you and have the view of your ass, or he could grab your waist and pull your body up, suporting you on doggy style. But he decided against all of that, and instead, pushed his hips forward enough to slip his big cock between your wet thighs, moving slowly and enjoying the feeling that he was sure would never compare to rearranging your insides.

A shaky breath escaped you, and you unconsciously face forward, no longer deliberately hiding yourself. Bruce cooed, gently pushing some strands of hair away from your face and lowly showering you with compliments. You breathly moaned, full on drowned in heat again due to his touches, his presence and his overpowering scent.

— Alpha… — You whispered, the title coming out broken. The slow rocking of your body made you dizzy. You fuzzy brain wondering if it was the bed, his ministrations, or if you were rolling yourself to him on purpose, trying to lure him inside already. — Kn-Knot…

You glared at him when he turned the vibrador off, and he smirked, amused by your change in attitude, but satisfied nonetheless. You frowned when you also felt his hips retracting, your inner wild brain processing that if his cock wasn't touching your skin anymore, it meant he wouldn't give you his knot. In a moment of boldness and entitlement, you raised one of your legs, the one facing the ceiling, and stuck your right hand between your thighs, grabbing his dick just in time. The alpha hissed.

— Shit, (Y/N). — He turned off the vibrador and grabbed your leg firmly. He took a deep, recentering breath. — Let go, omega. I’ll give you what you want. — You whined momentarily, almost like saying ‘you better’, and let go of him, not sure what you would have done anyway, and turned your head to your front again, closing your eyes, ready to just enjoy being fucked now that your body knew what a cock pumping into you felt like. Bruce snorted.

You gasped and widened your eyes when you got manhandled by the alpha, who sneaked his thick forearm under your waist and dragged your body across the bed, until it was comfortable enough for you to lay down on your belly while still having the left arm handcuffed, your figure ended up on a slight diagonal angle in relation to the bed.

Your omega preened at the sheer show of strength, happy to have found such a strong and powerful alpha, who knew what he was doing and whose knot you were sure would swell until almost the size of your wrist. You obediently waited until he straddled your hip. Bruce's eyes flashed bright with how good you were being.

You gasped and arched your back when you suddenly felt his bite on your neck and his thick cock invading your moist entrance at once. Aside from the momentary sting of his canines on your left shoulder, none of it hurt, the natural arousal wetness and Damian's cum made sure to make it all too easy.

— I’m going to fuck you everyday. Anywhere and everywhere. In front of anyone and everyone. Everyone will know who you belong to, omega. I'm going to fuck my seed inside you so deep that you will feel me no matter where you go, or what you do. — He whispered hoarsely beside your ear, growling lowly and making your body hair stand, never having felt so consumed by your secondary gender. He said all that while starting to pound against your ass strong enough to echo around the room and shake the bed.

Your nipples tingled, your body recognizing the exertion and breasts begging to feed someone. You hissed, your free hand sticking itself below your body and trying to grab your tits in one hand, trying to alleviate the needy feeling.

Bruce hissed, watching you. His hands left the sheets, which he was holding tightly, almost to the point of ripping, and sneaked under you. He squeezed your swollen boobs in both hands, seizing how much milk there was to feed him and his pups.

The alpha growled and pulled out abruptly. You whined, loud and stubborn, but before you could protest further, he manhandled you again and you were on top of him this time, straddling him while he invaded your cunt again and pulled your hips down in a firm grip.

You moaned, loud and repeatedly, while he forced your body up and down, making you ride him relentlessly.

— Good omega. Good omega. You're being so good to me. So pretty… Gorgeous. Perfect. — Your back arched and your eyes rolled up, head rolling back. Your free hand went to his massive chest and sunk your nails there.

Dick peeked inside the room, curious about the loud noises. He looked you up and down and whistled, catching both yours and Bruce's attention for a second. However, Bruce soon ignored his oldest and focused back on your tits bouncing in his face. You cried at the new alpha scent. Your face burned hotter than it already was, your omega flustered with how much attention you were receiving, however, Bruce's knot starting to swell soon muffled any thoughts you could have.

Dick pouted at seeing the shirt on the floor.

— Hey… You dropped Dami’s shirt from the nest… — He nonchalantly walked further up the room, stood on the side of the bed, extended his arm and took the shirt from the floor with all the patience in the world. Then laid it back on the mattress again.

— Dick…

— I know, I know. — The younger alpha put his hands up. — I'm leaving already. — He peeked at your body one last time and smirked. — See you in a few, omega. — He purred and left the room. Bruce huffed.

You looked down at him in a haze, eyes half-lidded. You noticed his neck, bare of your mark, and your canines itched. You didn't waste more than 2 seconds to lean down, laying your body on top of his. You tongue slowly lapped at his scent gland, making the alpha shudder.

His hands left your waist and went to your ass, squeezing the soft and pliable flesh greedily. Bruce started thrusting up into you, his knot tugging every time it slipped in and out.

— What’re you waiting for, omega? I’m yours, lay your claim on me.

You obeyed, biting your alpha's neck, prompting the waves of pleasure to get so high that you both instantly came, locking his knot inside you once and for all. His hot sperm filled your canal and not a single drop escaped.

Your muscles deflated after coming down, and you just laid there on top of him, boneless even when he rolled so he was on top again. You just closed your eyes and rubbed his head, feeling his soft, thick hair, while you recovered and felt your new alpha sucking your boobs dry.

You didn't worry, knowing that by that time the next alpha came, your body would be ready to serve him too.

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