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i drew 2day but im eepy.. and at school. ill take pics later xp
#its a whole paper FULL of doodles#ft bloberta and orel sorry#was thinking of them#its kate and john naturally!!!#and kates alpha kid :3#ugh i need to give her a name#i was gna do carol but. cant#mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaybeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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"MINE, MINE, MINE."
pairing: alpha!geto x omega!fem!reader summary: your doctor wonât refill your prescription until youâve reset your cycle. youâre desperate for that refill, but getoâs not having it. content: MDNI (18+ ONLY), a/b/o dynamics, nsfw, dubcon? (reader doesnât want a heat but itâs medically necessary (LMAO what)), established relationship, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, pet names, knotting, slight manipulation, dacryphilia, somnophilia, spit, blood, oral (fem!receiving), so much licking and smelling?, geto and reader are just downright feral LMAO, lmk if i missed anything. a/n: have yâall figured out that i have a breeding kink yet⌠anyway, this is the first a/b/o fic that iâve ever written but i just read one and was feeling *inspired*. if people want i might do a prequel sort of thing for this that goes more in-depth about how they met and stuff. lmk! also, i have a vampire gojo fic planned hehe get ready bbs. if you want more of my omegaverse fics check out my alpha!gojo fic here! and remember, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! divider credit to: @cafekitsune wc: 5.2k
âNo.âÂ
No? You shift in your seat, cold and plastic, sure you must have heard him wrong.Â
âIâm sorry?â you ask. You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, an anxious habit.
âI canât refill the prescription. Iâm sorry, but, frankly, it would be completely irresponsible of me to do so. Iâm shocked your previous physician prescribed them for so long.â Fingers find yours and twine them together. Your eyes flash to Geto, but heâs only staring at your new doctor, staring with that furrow in his brow he only gets when heâs worried.
Your new, soon-to-be old, doctor sighs again, running a hand through his thinning white hair. âYou need to have a heat as soon as possible, allow your body to recalibrate. Indefinite use of suppressants is dangerous and unhealthy. They are meant to manage your cycles, not stop them altogether.âÂ
Sweat beads on your palms. He canât be serious. But itâs his first opinion. Surely thereâs another option.
âI-Iâm sorry, doctor. I donât think Iâm understanding.âÂ
Another glance at Geto reveals that heâs frowning now. When his eyes find yours you see the decision there, one heâs already made without you. Your stomach drops.
The doctor sighs and suddenly the walls of the office feel small, tight, suffocating. The twinge of alcohol and chemicals in the air makes your nose scrunch. âLet me say this clearly. I will not refill your prescription for suppressants, nor will any other reputable physician. You have been taking them continuously for far too long. You risk permanent damage should you delay a proper cycle any longer.â The doctor glances to Geto, then back to you. âGo home with your alpha and allow nature to take its course. Itâs whatâs best.âÂ
Your eyes widen with realizationâ you are not leaving this office with what you came for. Your heart pounds and your palms sweat. âTh-that canât happen, doctor. I need my suppressants. My job- I canât be out that long a-and Geto canât either, weââÂ
âWe will go home,â Geto interrupts, and his tone is final. âThank you, doctor, for the advice.âÂ
Geto pulls you to your feet, gently but firmly. He leaves no question about the fact that youâre leaving. You can feel the intensity radiating off him in waves. You ignore it. You turn to your new doctor, silently smiting him. Why did your old one have to retire?
âDoctor, you donât understââÂ
âThank you again,â Geto interrupts.
Before you can make another sound, another protest, Geto pulls you through the door, out of the office, and back to the car. He opens the door for you, as he always does, except this time youâre not so eager to accept his chivalry.Â
âSuguru,â you bite out. His eyes meet yours, but they are surprisingly gentle. So calm. How is he always calm?Â
âJust get in, baby. Weâll talk about it in the car.â
You debate saying no, but you canât bring yourself to start a fight when heâs being so good. You grumble when you climb in, buckling your seatbelt before Geto can do it for you.
The engine revs to life, but you hardly notice. Youâre already scrolling your phone, the search bar reading a simple and straightforward âdoctors offices near meâ. You scroll right past the first ten, for once in your life wanting a doctor thatâs a little sketchy. You scroll furtherâ still not sketchy enough. Someone whoâll give you the prescription you need, even if itâs not necessarily⌠ethical. Or maybe you could get some on the street? Surely there was some kind of dealing ring for that. There was a dealing ring for everything, right?
âWhat are you doing?â His voice is soft, but his fingers are tight around the steering wheel, skin stretched tight across his knuckles.
You lift your phone to your ear, dialing the first office that looked relatively shitty enough. âGetting a second opinion,â you answer.Â
Suguru plucks the phone so swiftly from your fingers that you hardly even notice itâs gone. You see him end the call and slip it into his back pocket, out of your reach.Â
âHey!â You scramble across the center console, hopelessly grabbing at your lost phone, your last hope.Â
Suguru grabs your wrist, restraining you far too easily for your liking. âYouâre not getting it back,â he says. His eyes never leave the road.Â
Your brows pinch and anger boils in your stomach. âThis is not for you to decide. Itâs my body.â
He glances at you, unconcerned. Still calm. âAnd youâre not in a headspace to be making a responsible decision about it, so Iâm making it for you.â
Your jaw drops and you pry your wrist free of his grasp. You escape, but you know itâs only because he allows it. âI am of perfectly sound mind, thank you.âÂ
He shakes his head and sighs. âYouâre blinded by desperation.âÂ
âItâs still not for you to decide!â When you donât notice any change in his expression, you switch tacticsâ from anger to honesty. You let your face fall, let your true feelings creep through. âYou know how much I hate it, Su.âÂ
Finally, he cracks. Itâs instantaneous, the way he melts for you- the way the soft smile finds his lips and his hand finds yours, twining your fingers together. âI know, but you have to, baby. You heard the doctor.âÂ
You clench your jaw and avoid the sting of tears behind your eyes. You had heard the doctor, but you werenât ready. Maybe next month, when youâd had more time to mentally prepare.Â
Your skin crawled. You hated it, hated this. You hadnât had a heat in years, avoiding them like the plague. You hated how vulnerable they made you, how they put you at the mercy of another. It wasnât that you didnât trust Suguruâ you did. You trusted him more than anyone, anything, but you still hated the feeling of being so completely helpless, so completely out of control, even if it was Suguru you were submitting to.Â
For most of your life, youâd successfully hidden your omega status. With the help of suppressants, youâd passed as a beta until your early twenties. Then you met Geto.Â
Youâd met at work. He was cute, beautiful even, youâd thought, but he screamed alphaâ and alphas could be dangerous, especially for hiding, unclaimed omegas like you. Youâd stayed away as long as you could and, for a while, you were quite successful. You avoided him in the halls, sat at the opposite end of the table in meetings, replied to emails succinctly but politely. All was well until youâd been trapped in an elevator with him one morning, biting your lip anxiously as you waited to reach the twelfth floor. Heâd smelled so good that day, perhaps due to an oncoming rut. You hadnât been able to resist inching closer, taking deeper breaths. Suguru would later tell you that heâd suspected your hidden status, but he had no reason to question you. At least, not until he had you up against the elevator wall with his face buried in your neck. One deep whiff was all heâd needed to know exactly what you were, even with suppressants in your system.
Youâd dated for a little over a year, until youâd decided he was the one. Your fingers dust over the mate mark on your throat, the one that had not only made you undoubtedly Suguruâs, but also the one that had revealed to the world exactly what you were. There was no hiding your true identity with an alphaâs scarred mark on your neck.Â
Suguru had never seen you through a heatâ no one had. Youâd taken your suppressants daily, ever since you met him and even long before that. Heâd claimed you on a day like any other, no heat necessary. He hadnât had a rut in all these years, either. When he felt one coming on all he had to do was pop a single pill and all was wellâ apparently with none of the nasty side effects that came along with your suppressants. Another unfair privilege of being an alpha you supposed.Â
âSugu, I canât do this.â Your lip is raw from how much youâve been chewing on it by the time you reach home.Â
Suguru softly shuts the door behind you, lifting your twined hands to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.Â
âYes you can. I know you can.âÂ
You shake your head. He doesnât understandâ doesnât know what this will do to you, how it will break you. While you hadnât had a heat in years, you had experienced them before. You loathed them more than anything, loathed the way your mind was a slave to your body and not the other way around, loathed the way your whole body pulsed and throbbed, loathed the way it made you feel so⌠weak. âI canât. Itâs-itâs-â Your hands come up to cover your face. You sigh and feel the blush crawling beneath your cheeks. âItâs embarrassing. Humiliating.âÂ
Thereâs silence for a moment, and then a soft sight. Suguru pries your hands from your face gently. When you meet his eyes, heâs all business.
âThereâs nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.âÂ
You shake your head and pull away, pacing. âI donât want anyone to see me like that, Sugu. Not even you.âÂ
Strong hands catch your waist, holding you still. âItâs not a question. Itâs happeningâ for the sake of your health.âÂ
You scoff and shake your head. âItâs notââÂ
His thumb presses to your lips with just enough pressure to demand silence. The omega in you coos to listen, to submitâ the other part of you reels with annoyance.
âEnd of discussion.âÂ
Heâs closer now and you can feel waves of his breath skating across your skin. Itâs like a drug, one that the primal side of you can never get enough of. Give in, give in, give in, your omega begs. Listen to your alpha⌠You try not to focus on the fact that he smells good enough to eat. You know what heâs doingâ using his dynamic to persuade you, to make you see his way, playing to the omega you can usually hide so carefully.
âSuguâŚâ you say. You intend to be angry but you trail off when his eyes catch yours.Â
âI got you, baby.â
Your heart melts at the words. He waits. Maybe he knows that the smell of his skin on yours is playing tricks on your mind. You wage a battle within. Every instinct urges you to agree and with every passing second it becomes harder to disagree. Perhaps heâs right, perhaps it's time you give in for once. Let him take care of you, your omega purrs. Youâre nodding before you realize what youâve done.
Suguru kisses you quickly, allowing no time for takebacks. When he pulls away he gets to work. He whips his phone from his pocket and you listen to him talking to his boss, your boss, saying that youâll both be out of work for a week on âfamilyâ leave. Your face heats when you realize that your boss now knows exactly what you two are going to be doing for the foreseeable future. Suguru kisses you one last time before heâs out the door, off to get enough food and supplies to last a week. You wonât be leaving your apartment for some time. You don't fail to notice that he doesnât return your phone before heâs gone.
~
You donât notice a difference, even after the sun is gone. Itâs not surprising, considering you usually take your suppressants at nightâ itâll take a little while longer for them to fully exit your system⌠you hope. When youâre brushing your teeth you stare at the empty prescription bottle longingly.Â
You join Suguru in bed. The moment you crawl onto the mattress he pulls you closer into his bare chest. You savor the way your bodies fit so perfectly- like he was meant for you and you alone. His front curls around your back, a leg slotted between your thighs.Â
âFeel anything?â he asks.Â
You shake your head to hide your swallow. You almost shiver when Suguru buries himself in your neck, inhaling your scent. You feel him harden against your backside. He must be able to smell your approaching heat even before you can. Part of you expects instinct to take hold of him, for him to make a move, but he only presses a kiss to your jaw and holds you tighter.Â
âSleep, baby.âÂ
For once, you follow orders without a fight.
â
Hot. Too hot.Â
When your eyes flutter open, you feel the pounding of your heart, the labor of your breath, and the growing ache between your legs.Â
You sit up so fast you see stars, panic flooding your veins. No, no, no, no, no. This was wrong, youâd made the wrong choice. You couldnât do this. Already, you could feel control slipping from your grasp, your consciousness giving way to something more primal, more feral. You scramble, preparing to stand, to find your phone, to lock yourself away and suffer through this on your own.
âDeep breaths, baby.âÂ
Only then do you realize Suguru is already awake. Heâs behind you, hands on your shoulders, both a comfort and a restraint.Â
âCanât-â Your breaths are ragged and so are your words. âCanât do this, Sugu-âÂ
âYes, you can.â He whispers. He pulls you closer, tighter against him. âYou will.âÂ
You shake your head frantically, tears pooling on your lashes. When you turn, Suguru is staring at your neck, at the mate mark on your throbbing pulse. His jaw is clenched when his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Heâs restraining himself, you realize. A glance down reveals heâs already painfully hard in his pants. You wonder how long heâs been sitting there, taking in your scent, waiting for you to wake. No doubt his rut has already been triggered.
His eyes raise to yours and he pauses at the tears that leak down your cheeks. He leans closer, and the scent emanating from his neck makes you groan against your will. His kisses away the tears. Slowly, one at a time.Â
âIâve got you, baby,â he whispers. âIâve got you.âÂ
Your body pulls him closer, even as your mind pushes back. âMy phone, Sugu,â you panic. âGotta gimme my phone. C-call a new doctor.âÂ
He shakes his head and when you start to squirm he only holds you tighter, holds you in place.Â
âNo, baby.âÂ
You whimper, seeking the scent gland on his neck against your will. The smell makes your clit throb almost painfully.Â
âSugu, please,â you cry. Tears stream from your eyes, staining your loverâs skin.Â
ââS gonna be okay. Just let it happen. Donât fight it, love.âÂ
With each passing moment, you feel your fight slipping further and further away. Suguru rubs at the muscles in your back until youâre slumped against him, pitifully moaning like a wounded animal. Itâs not long before your body takes the reins, until you start desperately humping at his thigh, your clit throbbing almost painfully.Â
âThatâs it. Good girl.âÂ
Your eyes roll back at the praise and when Suguru grips your waist you cry out at the touch. Everywhere his skin meets yours feels electric. Youâre burning, burning, burning. Itâs not until Suguru lays you down on your back that you see the sopping patch of slick youâve left on his thigh. You whimper at the sight.Â
ââS okay, baby. âVe got you.â
Suguru is looking nearly as lost to the lust as you are. Only his willpower and intent keep him from shredding away your panties and breeding your cunt full that very second. Heâs never been in the presence of a scent so intoxicating. Heâs never been with you, or any omega, through a heat. He thought you smelled amazing before, but now⌠He is lost to you, lost to the heat he feels emanating from every inch of your skin, to the honeyed scent pouring from your neck, to the slick he sees staining through your panties. His dick twitches in his pants.Â
âLove you so much, baby. Gonna take such good care of ya,â he whispers. Instinct drives him forward until heâs plastered his lips to your jaw, licking and biting at the skin. You nearly scream at the sensation. You feel his touch everywhere, all at once. With your last coherent thoughts you know that this heat will be unlike any other youâve ever experienced. Itâs already so intense you can hardly think, and youâve only just begun.
âSugu,â you plead.Â
The sound of his name on your lips breaks him. His hand dips across your stomach, thumbing past the edge of your panties until heâs running his finger through your slit, gathering your slick and rubbing it against your clit.Â
You scream and thrash, so sensitive it nearly hurts, but he only moves to pin you beneath him, forcing you to take everything he gives.Â
âGonna make you feel âs good, baby.â he hums. Heâs lost to you, to your desires, to your needs. Every piece of him screams to please you, to take care of you, in every way possible.
He continues his messy circles on your clit and until youâre gasping, hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.Â
âS-SuguâŚâ you whine.
The growl that rips from his throat has you arching your back and bearing your throat in an act of submission. You hear a tear and watch your panties hit the floor. Your shirt follows and then youâre completely bare beneath your alpha. His eyes go black at the sight, pupils blown so wide you can hardly see a smidgen of their usual brown. Thereâs a deep rumble in his chest that has you keening and reaching for him, needing him. He doesnât waste time. His tongue finds your neck, laving sloppily at your scent gland and the sensation is so delicious that you writhe beneath him.Â
His fingers slide down your stomach, dipping between your thighs and rubbing at your clit. The touch is somehow gentle despite the complete and total hunger in his eyes, but it has you whining nonetheless. Every place he touches you, which is nearly everywhere, stings so delightfully that your eyes are already rolling back.
But you canât wait. You canât. Your body is starved, rabid, and you know what you need.
âSsssugu⌠pleaseâŚâ your words are hardly above a whisper, barely a breath, but your alpha still hears you, still knows what you want, what you need.Â
âI got you, baby⌠shhhhhâŚâ He gives a final lick to your scent gland before heâs leaning back on his knees, parting your thighs wide, exposing your leaking cunt. You can feel a puddle of slick beneath your ass, your hole clenching desperately around nothing, aching to be filled.Â
Warm hands slide up your skin and settle on your hips, tugging you a little further down the bed. You whimper, but donât have time to say anything before you feel him slipping through your folds. A glance down reveals his weeping tip, achingly flushed, bumping and rubbing against your clit. When did his pants come off? You donât know, you donât care, all that matters is that the sight steals your breath away.Â
âGonna knot you good, princess.âÂ
You nod, wanting nothing more than for him to make good on his promise. You claw and grip at his arms, chanting his name endlessly. His chest rumbles again and your thighs part further on instinct. Finally, he gives you what you want. You feel him pressing in, fat tip stretching you wide. One of his hands moves to press down on your tummy and the combination has tears pooling in your eyes.Â
He slides in slowly. With every inch you think he must be done, that you canât take any more. But you can, and you do. When heâs finally fully in your jaw is hanging open in ecstasy and your eyes are rolled back in your skull. His fingers brush your clit and your hips jerk.Â
âThatâs it. So good, baby. So fucking good.âÂ
Your tears flood over, racing down your cheeks. Heâs over you again, loose strands of black hair brushing your skin and forcing a whimper from your throat. He licks away your tears, lapping at your cheeks like youâre a fucking lollipop. His hips start thrusting in time with his licks, and itâs more than you can handle. Your thighs tremble and suddenly youâre begging. Pleading, whining, screaming for more. He gives it to you. One hand finds yours, twining your fingers together as he pounds into you so hard heâs rattling your skull. Heâs licking at your scent gland again, driving you further and further toward a cliff youâre afraid to fall from. You think this orgasm might shatter you, might break you so thoroughly youâll never be put back together again. You can feel it tightening at your core with each thrust, each lick, each kiss.Â
âFuck,â you hear him growl and whimper at the sound of his voice so close to your ear. ââM gonna bite you, princess. Gonna mark you up and knot you so good youâll see fucking stars.â You pant beneath him, unable to word how excited you are by his words, how deliciously they roll across your skin and seep into your spine. âTell me you didnât take your pill, baby. Tell me I can breed this pussy full and it wonât go to waste.â Heâs not talking about your suppressants you know, but rather the contraceptives you take in tandem with them. Of course you took it, but suddenly something makes you wish you hadn't. ââM gonna flush âem down the fucking toilet. Never letting you take that shit again.â
The primal part of you surges forward at the idea. It chants deep in your mind. Yes, yes, yesâŚ
âSuguuu⌠pleaseâŚâ It seems like those are the only words your tongue can form.
His lips press to yours, shushing you. âShhh, baby. Donâ worry. I got you.â He licks across your cheek and down across your jaw until he finds your scent gland again. His thrusts pick up again and you think you might pass out from how good you feel, from how tight your muscles are coiling. You can feel his knot pulsing inside you, preparing to fill you to the brim. Youâve never felt more ready for anything.Â
âSuguââÂ
And itâs at that moment that he makes good on his promise. His teeth sink into your neck and you feel your bond snap taut like a string, pulsing with the closeness of your connection. Itâs pure ecstasy. Suguruâs knot swells, notching tightly inside you and when you feel his cum pulsing into your womb itâs all too much. You think you must be screaming from the pleasure but you only hear the ringing in your ears as your orgasm washes over you. Your muscles clench, your toes curl, your back arches, you see those stars Suguru promised. Heat tingles through your limbs and down your spine and you think youâve probably just melted into the mattress. But you havenât, and when your vision returns, youâre panting and staring at the ceiling.Â
Suguru is above you and you can feel him still cumming, still releasing rope after rope of thick, hot cum into you. The sensation makes you groan and he laps at your neck, cleaning up the blood from the new mark heâs just given you. Your consciousness trickles back in, the primal piece of you partially sated for the time being. You remember the context of your situation, why youâre here and not at work, what youâre doing. Youâre puzzled by why youâd been so panicked by the idea of a heat before. How could you have been so reluctant, so scared, when nothing has ever felt this right?
Suguru is peppering you with kisses now, pulling you tight to his chest and rolling you both onto your sides where youâll stay until his knot softens.Â
âSleep, princess,â he says and he uses that tone that always compels you to listen, to please. You happily do as he says and when your eyes drift shut itâs not long before youâre lost to a world of comfortable darkness.Â
~
You wake to the throbbing again. All of the pent up need Suguru had sated has returned with a vengeance. You need him again, but it appears he already knows that.Â
You feel him between your legs, his hair fully loose now and tickling the insides of your thighs. Heâs eating you out, slurping up the cum thatâs leaking down your thighs and spitting it back onto your cunt. Itâs filthy, disgusting, and you love it.
âSuguââ you gasp and your hips buck. His eyes lock with yours and the smile he gives you nearly makes you come on the spot. He holds your gaze as he licks one last long stripe over your folds. You whimper and clench around nothing. Empty, empty, emptyâŚ
âSorry, baby,â he whispers against your skin. Heâs kissing his way up your body now, leaving little circles of spit that cool when they touch the air and make you shiver. ââY smelled so goodâŚâÂ
You whine and whimper, clawing at his back and leaving scratches you think might draw blood. Youâre too worried about getting him inside of you to check.
Youâre gasping like youâve never had a breath of air in your life, like youâve drowned and every touch he gives you fills your lungs with much-needed oxygen. His hands rub gently at your waist, but itâs not enough. You want him to wreck you, ruin you. You say as much.Â
âM-moreâŚâ you beg and when he hums against your neck you squirm desperately. Warm hands dig into your flesh and suddenly you find yourself flipped onto your stomach. You feel Suguru behind you, pushing your thighs apart with his knees. His hands find your hips again and lift, propping you up with your face still pressed to the pillows. When you whimper he runs a soothing hand up and down your spine.Â
ââS okay, baby. Relax. Lemme take care âve you.âÂ
Yes, yes, yes, you think. You donât think youâve ever wanted anything more. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you still when he feeds his dick into you, one inch at a time. You cry out, tearing at the sheets and begging for more, even when you already feel like youâre splitting in half. When heâs finally seated inside you he drapes himself over your back, brushing your hair over one shoulder to expose your neck. He leans in to lick you again, thrusting sharply the moment his tongue brushes your skin. You wail, pressing your face to the sheets and attempting to rock yourself back against him. One of his hands smooths over the flesh of your ass as he sets a pace, one that makes you bite down on a pillow to muffle your screams.Â
âNo.â Suguru uses that tone that makes you listen, that one that calls instinctively to the omega inside you, that urges you to please. He reaches for your pillow, tossing it aside and letting his hand curl around your throat as he continues to fuck you, letting his fingers feel the vibrations of every noise you make. âLet me hear you, baby. Always let me hear you.âÂ
You nod, eager to make him happy, eager to do as he says. You donât dare restrain a single sound, eyes rolling back. The angle he has you at has your thighs trembling. Heâs so deep, so close. You feel his heartbeat against your back, feel his tongue on your skin, his hand on your throat, his cock at your cervix.
When he groans, you groan with him, feeling his dick pulse inside you, his knot beginning to swell. You need it, need it so bad you can hardly stand it.Â
âP-please, please, pleaseââ
He swells inside you, locking your bodies together as his orgasm hits. Itâs all you need to find your own. You wail into the mattress, cunt clenching and legs trembling until you collapse, flattening against the beg. Suguru follows you down, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering in your ear.
âTake it all, baby. Good girl. Take it allâŚâÂ
You nod, not even sure what youâre agreeing to. All you can feel is his cum flooding your insides, pulsing and pumping so deep into you that you swear your tummy is swelling with the sheer amount of it. Still, your body wants more, clenching and milking him for every last drop, just like he asked.
When you both come down from your orgasms he pulls you into his chest once again, whispering promises of protection and love that lull you into a trance-like state of happiness. When you fall asleep again, heâs chanting a word that your omega repeats right back to him. âMine, mine, mine.â
When you wake again itâs to the sound of Geto staying true to his word and flushing every last birth control pill you have straight down the toilet. Your omega surges at the idea, but one mewl from you and heâs back in your arms, like youâre somehow the one in charge, not him. With every passing moment, you being to think that might be true- that perhaps a heat does not makes you as weak as you thought. Your alpha submits as much to you as you submit to him.
The week is spent in a frenzy. You do not measure by the numbers on the clock or where the sun is in the sky, rather you know time only as how long itâs been since Suguruâs been locked inside you. If it were up to you, youâd never stop, but Geto forces you to sleep, to eat, to bathe. Of course, heâs never far away when youâre following his instructions and you usually get a kiss and his knot as a reward for being such a good girl.Â
Itâs ten days later when your heat finally starts to wane. It feels as though every inch of you is covered in him. Bites, hickies, kisses, cum⌠no part of you has been left untouched. Suguru has had you everywhere. The bed, the shower, the bath, the kitchen. Every surface in the whole apartment reeks of sex and slick. He never keeps you too far from the bedroom, though, where youâve piled up mountains of his shirts and sheets. Anything that smells like him, anything that can keep you tethered in those brief moments when Suguru goes to fetch you food or water or run you a bath. He takes care of you, just like he promised.Â
When you wake completely clear-headed for the first time in well over a week, itâs to Suguruâs arms and lips. Heâs got you all wrapped up in him, his arms locked around your waist almost like he expects you to bolt. You almost do when everything comes flooding back to you, this time with a completely clear conscience. But then he kisses your neck and whispers a delightful little, âwelcome back, babyâ against your neck and suddenly youâre realizing how⌠revitalized you feel, like a part of you has finally been properly satisfied after years of waiting. Youâd always hated this, always hated the part of you that begged and cowered, hated heats- but maybe with Suguru⌠they really werenât all that bad.
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(Just a random idea that popped into my head. Has noncon, gn reader, a/b/o)
1000 years in the future. Humans have developed secondary sexes alpha, beta, and omega.
The Olympics still exist for betas but are not as popular. Instead they are outshined by a new event for alphas divided into mated alpha and unmated alpha categories.
Unmated alphas tend to be the fiercest competitors, but only when there is an omega to impress and win over.
And thus, in every unmated category event, a rebellious unclaimed omega who doesn't believe in the social hierarchy is put in their place. They are used as the ultimate prize in every competition and bred on the spot as an example to all omegas that they belonged on an alpha's knot.
Once an athlete has optained an omega they can still continue their career in the mated alpha events.
Unfortunately for you, you were caught trying to hide your omega nature and refused to submit to finding a mate. Then you were involved in a high speed chase. Omegas weren't even supposed to know how to drive. It was very televised.
So of course you were put up as the prize for the strongest alphas to fight over. Wrestling. You were kept on the sidelines of the wrestling tournament, your heat was induced, and your pheromones left to waft into the ring.
A huge alpha named Jace was the winner. Drenched in sweat and driven damn near feral by your scent he wasted no time at all in ripping your clothes off and shoving his cock in you, biting up your neck and soaking you in his musk as he did so.
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TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse, subjugation, some type of sexism, bad politics, chemically induced heat? institutionalized reader, doctors, wack rehabilitation program, ish brainwashing
fem reader
Youâd been difficult to tame. Or, he just didnât have the time to do it properlyâtoo busy at work and too tired when coming home. Heâd wanted a sweet Omega, one who did house chores when he was away and had dinner ready for him when he got off.
Youâd looked real sweet at the auctionâa perfectly beautiful Omega. You werenât cheap eitherâeveryone had made their bids, but heâd been the one to walk away with the prize in the end. He canât say he regrets itâhe still has a fondness for you even though youâre not what heâd thought heâd purchased.
You just need some behavioral correcting. And so, he put you in an Omega institution.
It had been recommended to him. Itâs not so uncommon, he later found out while reading up on the place. Auctioned Omegas tend to end up a little rough around the edgesâhere, at the institution, theyâll smooth those edges right out.
Sadly, thereâs been a rise in unstable Omegas as of lateâhe reads on their website. Itâs a misguided revolution taking place in several auction homes thatâs to blame for itâcircling modern ideas of liberation, equality, andindependence. It all stems from a place of fear, the website explains in detailâOmegas seek to stand on their own in the world. Cooped up in auction homes, they fear theyâll never see the outside without a mateâand as the years dwindle on and their prospects become slimmer, they start fantasizing about doing it on their own.
He feels sorry for you while reading it. Your attitude makes more sense now, knowing youâve been fed a bunch of deluded nonsense. He canât blame you for getting swept up in itâyouâre a little younger than him, after all. But the silly idea of a lone Omega isnât just laughable but dangerous. It was best of him to make sure any such notions were quashedâfor your own goodâbefore you end up doing something you might regret.Â
And it seemed this place was the place to do it. In fact, many of his fellow Alphas had done the same, and theyâd all sung this particular institutionâs praises.
Oh, but itâs been hard. You wouldnât talk to him much or even keep him in good company at home, but still, he misses your presence. The house seems so empty without your little everyday spats to keep him on his toes.
Youâve been away for a whole month now, and he hasnât even been allowed to visit, not once. It would ruin the process, he was told. But heâs been assured that the caretakers there have been making great progress with you. He should be able to come pick you up as soon as the start of next week.
He remembers having been skeptical about leaving you here as he walks to announce himself at the help desk. The facility is pristine and sterileâvery impersonal, just like any other hospital. He wonders if youâve been scared. After all, itâs most likely your skittish nature that makes you so hostile, joined with misgivings making you confused. It canât be easy. He hopes the doctors here have helped you sort things out. Maybe you wonât be so frustrated all the time.
He was led to a private room where he could complete some paperwork for your release while waiting for your discharge. He made quick work of it. A door opens, and your doctor comes through, and then, following right behind him, thereâs youâhis pretty little Omega.
He doesnât think heâs ever seen you quite so subduedânot even when youâd been caged at the auction, thereâd still been some fight to your spirit. Now, not so muchâtaking quiet and careful steps with your head hung, looking at your slipper-clad feet.
You pick your face up when you recognize the scent, and then you look at him like youâve just seen a ghost. Wide-eyed and lock-jawedâyour breathing picks up rapidly, and his name drops from your lips like a pained whimper, followed by a sudden burst of tears and a rush toward him. âYou came backââÂ
Youâre on him before he has the time to blinkâpressed against him tightly, skin-to-skin and heart-to-heart, with your face buried in the grove of his neck. Your claws are slightly drawn, but in no effort to hurt himârather, to cling to him. Itâs not any normal hugânot that youâd ever given him one beforeâbut even so, youâre swaddledaround his neck with your legs crossed at his back.
Heâs taken aback by the behaviorâit isnât like you at all. He remembers your aversion to his touch, how youâd regard him like a plague, snarling each time heâd get too close. This was beyond new.
But you leave him no opening to comment either, too busy rambling in meek little whispers pressed into his skin, âThank you, thank you, thank youâI knew youâd come backâknew you hadnât forgotten about me. Iâm sorry I was being difficult, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry. Youâve forgiven me, right? Youâll take me home now, right? Pleaseââ
Heâd never been in a position to soothe you beforeâyouâd never wanted it. He doesnât know what else to do but smooth a hand over your hunched and shuddering back, shushing you like heâd seen mothers do with their sobbing children. You didnât look much different right now.
âYeah⌠weâre going home,â he assures you.Â
You hug him a little tighter as a sob wreaks through you.
This isnât exactly what he prepared himself for. He thought youâd be... well, he doesnât really know... nicer?Perhaps. Agreeable. Not so violent. But not thisâthis broken little ball of shivering sniffles holding onto him as if the world was about to end.
He swallows thickly, then looks at your doctorâhe doesnât seem surprised. In fact, he seems utterly unfazed.
It makes him wonder, a little warily, âWhat have you done with her?â
The doctor seems more than happy to explainâitâs only customary, after all. Heâd paid a lot to have you rehabilitated here.
âEach omega requires special treatment suited to them,â the doctor explains. âYours was particularly unruly.â
You flinch. He feels your claws dig deeper, but theyâre too blunt to draw blood and too weak to hurt anyway. But even so, your sentiments are more than clearâyou fear this doctor with your entire being.
âWeâve found that in the case of hostile Omegas, the most effective way to correct their behavior is to keep them isolated and let their own instincts remind them of what they need,â the doctor continues. âOf course, weâve taken protective measures to ensure she wouldnât harm herself in said isolation and have fed her accordingly at scheduled times every day.â He smiles. âWe can assure you sheâs been perfectly safe in the pillow room.â
He lifts the silver suitcase heâd been holding, props it up, and pops the lid, revealing a row of ten syringesâa hot pink fluid within.
âThis is our recommended medicine.â
You shudder even more, unrelenting in your grip around himâhanging on so tightly as if you fear someone would come and pry you off him at any moment.
âGive one to her if and when she acts up. More instructions come with the caseâplease read through them carefully.â
He eyes the syringes with furrowed brows, picking one up to inspect it further. They donât look like anything heâs read about in the brochure or on the websiteâperhaps a brand new method for treating Omegas? This is a cutting-edge institution, after all.
He canât guess what they must do to make you cower like that. The spit-spire he left here a month ago wouldnât cry over a tiny needle.
âWhat are they?â he asks.
The doctorâs smile stretches. âNothing dangerous. All natural hormone components.â
Heâs not sure what that entails, and so he quirks a brow while laying the syringe back in its designated mold. âAnd what does that mean?â
The doctor clasps the case shut and hands it over to him while explaining plainly, âThey induce heat.âÂ
He accepts the case before his ears have the chance to draw back at his words. Now that explains your sudden clinginess���why youâre so frigid.
The doctor adds, âPoor thingâs spent quite a few alone in the pillow room, so Iâm sure sheâll be grateful to finally be by her mateâs side again.â
Heâs speechless.
Spending heat alone, without any relief, is a form nothing short of torture. If heâd known that was what they were doing to you, he wouldnât have sent you here in the first place. He very nearly chews the doctor out for using such barbaric methods but thinks better of it. If anything were to be done, it would be through a well-worded and filed complaint and a vow to never do business with them ever again.
Though, coming home with you by his side, still clinging to himâŚÂ he canât argue with the results.Â
So he doesnât complain. He just enjoys your new and improved wellness and promises never to use those injections on you himself. Yes, theyâd forego their expiration date soon enough, dusting away in the back of his closet. Heâd never ever put you through something so horrid. Thatâs his pledge as your mate.
Oh, but then... the honeymoon phase dissolves. And you return to your old habits of teeth and claws.
Itâs never-ending barking with you all over againâyou want to leave, you want to be alone, you donât want him to touch you, you blame him for what you went through at the institution, you hate him for it, and youâll never ever forgive him.
He doesnât want toâhe swears while holding the syringe to your thigh where heâs strapped you down in bed with ropes and knotsâhe doesnât want to, he really doesnât, but you leave him no choice when you act like a wild animal.Â
The first time is always the hardest. But he doesnât leave you alone in a room like they did at the institutionâno, he helps you through it. Itâs not torture this way. Itâs just⌠well, what can he say? Itâs just a little reminder to get you back on your good behavior.
You would rather stay here than get sent back to the pillow room, right?
Itâs all too easy the second time around even though it shouldnât have been. It was only a day of small uproars, nothing all that badârefusing to greet him at the door, to make dinner, to fix his plate, to wash dishes, to come to bed. Heâd allowed you days like that in the past, but this time, heâd felt himself gravitate towards his so-called last resort once again.Â
Still, heâd felt a little guilty about it.Â
It would be easier to refrain if it didnât work like a charm.
Now, he goes and finds the briefcase at the drop of a hat. Say something snarky or look at him funny. Give him any opportunity, and heâll abuse itâeven things you donât even mean to do, like burning the food, shrinking his clothes in the wash, or forgetting to make the bed in the morning. Heâs on you with the syringe deep in your flesh before you can even mouth the words âIâm sorryââ
Youâre limp and sweat-drenched after a few hours. He spoons you as the spasms continuously ricochet through youâhis spent leaking down your thighs. Even after several rounds, the hormones are still brewing up a bad storm within your gut, thundering in your heart as its lightning zips along your limbs. Your head is a rainy cloudâheavy and full yet soft like cotton.
âIâm sorryâI didnât mean toâit was an accidentââ you mumble between labored breaths, not entirely sure what error youâd made this time, shivering against his warm chest as he cups your breast in one big hand and your swollen cunt in the other.
âI know, I know it was, baby,â he coos. âBut you need to be more mindfulâcanât be making so many mistakes all the time.â His lips brush your skin as he purrs, placing small pecks against your cheek and neck. âHow can I trust you with my pups if youâre gonna be such a scatterbrain, hm?â
The mention of pups makes something roar more ferociously in your underbelly, and you whimper meekly in return. âIâm sorryâIâll do better.â
âGood. Iâm sure youâll get there, sweetie.â
The storm within crackles, rumbling with a deepening hunger. Even though you feel battle-worn and ever ready for the sweet escape of sleep, thereâs something even needier and heedless that makes your body feel all but set ablaze.
Youâve cum so many times already, but itâs still not enoughâitâs never enough. It takes everything in you to make sense of his wordsâto act civil even when all you want is to jump his bonesâmake him fuck you until your fever breaks, then allow you rest.
But act in any way out of turn, and heâll only drag this out. Be sweet, you remind yourselfâsugar, syrup, honeycombâsweet and soft like velvetâno teeth or claws or growling. No matter what, donât let the animal out of the cage.
âNo matter how many lessons itâll takeâŚâ he murmurs. âIâm here to help.â
âThank youââ you wince while rubbing your thighs togetherâgrinding against his hand in desperation. âCan you⌠can weââ
He chuckles fondly, feeling you rub your ass back against his crotch wantingly. âOh? Another round so soon?âÂ
You bite your lip at his teasing. Far beyond proud to not be begging, âYes, pleaseâpretty, pretty pleaseââ
The sweet warble in your voice is so pitiful and cuteâhe canât help the smile it brings him. âAlright, honey,â he hums while shifting, getting up with a hearty sigh, then leaning over you to give your pleading little pout a kiss. He feeds you his next words with a grin on his face, âLetâs see about that needy pussy of yours.â
He spreads and shimmies himself between your aching thighs, nice and snug against the weeping little thing between themâlooking down at you with heavy-lidded eyes and a smug smile that makes you feel like the most hopeless little Omega in the world.
He places another kiss upon your foreheadâdwarfing your hand in his big one, braiding your fingers together while the other carries his meaty cock, holding it steady up to your fluttering and glossy slit.Â
The size never fails to make you squirm as you look down at itâwondering why you crave it so badly when it only serves to make your body twist and scream from the stretch it gives you.
 âDonât worry, sweetie,â he soothes the tiny cry that cracks from your throat once he starts easing the length inside the snug comforts of your walls. âYour Alphaâs here to make it all better.â
âĄÂ BNHA â old man Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, Enji âĄÂ JJK â Nanami, Geto, Kusakabe âĄÂ HQ â Daichi, Ushijima âĄÂ AOT â Erwin
âĄÂ FEM x M INSERT masterlist âĄÂ GN x M INSERT masterlist
#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere smut#yancore#smut#yandere my hero academia#yandere boku no hero academia#boku no hero academia smut#mha smut#yandere mha#yandere bnha#my hero smut#my hero academia smut#bnha smut#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#yandere boyfriend#boyfriend#boyfriend scenarios#omegaverse#alpha beta omega
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Alpha-17 is returned to the past, at a point a few years before his creation, from soon after Order 66 and all that ensued
his first step, naturally, was to kill Jango Fett
from there, it was only logical for him to step into the man's life as a bounty hunter (he's got to eat somehow, and it's not like he doesn't more than live up to the Prime's reputation)
but then, despite refusing the bounty on Vosa, is still cornered by a very recognizable Sith and ominously offered the Kamino job
he cannot let himself hesitate to accept it
his first task is to recruit a group of 'trainers', ones he believes are loyal to him (or can be made so)(and, if not, that he can easily dispose of) and brings them all to Kamino, and bides his time
he waits until the first batches of his siblings are born, playing along about just long enough so that his supporters can watch and learn how to continue their operation without requiring the Kaminoan's involvement
and then he strikes, removing them from the picture, and immediately modifies the cloning contract on record:
the clones he's raising are all for the Jedi, and in the name of the one Jedi he actually trusts them to
so when Kenobi is lured to Kamino by the Sith's machinations several years later, it's only Alpha-17 waiting for him in the rain on that landing platform
and all he says in greeting is, "Kenobi, good, you finally made it. Here's the boys, we're killing the Sith, are you coming or do you need any more time to prepare"
and proceeds to not wait for the man's answer as he drags him along through the final preparations for their mass departure for Coruscant, dodging meaningfully addressing any of his questions by fobbing him off onto his curious and delighted younger siblings who only have vague ideas of Alpha-17's plans
when they arrive, he plays along with the Chancellor just long enough to get close so he can cut the head off that snake directly, along with several other key Imperial Senators and ambitious would-have-been military personnel
he immediately declares Kenobi the Emperor to a crowd of aghast politicians (and an equally shocked Kenobi)
Anakin, hearing this news, swiftly returns from the solo mission that the late Chancellor had dispatched him on, furious that his Master has taken over the political system without inviting him to help đ
he's equally swiftly mollified when, upon his arrival, Alpha-17 intercepts his impending meltdown by immediately turning him back around to be dispatched on missions important to securing their new Empire
#star wars#the clone wars#revenge of the sith#attack of the clones#clones#kamino#time travel#order 66#alpha 17#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#jango fett#chancellor palpatine
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consider: you fucking every other wolf in Jock Werewolf's pack (presumably all his best friends) without him in order to make him jealous
incase anyone didn't see I've decided to name Jock bully werewolf Ceaser :3
I don't think sleeping with his friends/packmates would work as well as you're hoping. for one Ceaser is MORE than happy to share you with other guys, as far as he's concerned, they'll fail to please you the way that he can and you'll have to come crawling back to him begging for his dick like a slut the way you always do.
Then the real fun begins. he's going to punish you all night for being such a cock whore and let all his friends watch and sneer about what a useless cum dump you are. His friends trade stories about what you did for them how you fucked them and he makes sure you do every single dirty thing again for him.
He'll make you ride one of his friend's smaller cocks as a way to stretch your pussy out for him and his big alpha knot. Because he is the Alpha, everyone follows his rules. The pack only ever looked twice at you because he let them. there was never any chance of you sneaking behind his back with his buddies, they told him right away, now you're in for it, he'll fuck you like a whore, since that's clearly what you want.
Now you going and talking to some other alpha... that will get to him. This isn't someone he can control as easily. He hasn't claimed you as his mate, you aren't even a member of his pack, he has no real claim over you.
This other Alpha is sweet, a natural leader, good with people, and charming. everything a real alpha should be. He likes listening to you talk, and always knows just what to say if you're upset. he's a really good friend and he's hot too.
It would be so easy to fall for him and your asshole kind of boyfriend kind of bully fully knows that. at first, he tries pulling you back the good old-fashioned way. eating your pussy like it's his life's work. He'll even stay the night, watch one of those shitty movies you like so much and let you cuddle up against him while it plays. if that doesn't work and you insist on still seeing that other guy...well he can play hardball too.
Most werewolves come from big families with at least four or five siblings running around, and that's true for this nicer Alpha. He just so happens to have a little sister who he adores. She's only a year younger but still the baby of the family. Ceaser pounces on her. He's nice and friendly, kind in a way he never is with you, he acts like the perfect bad boy with a heart of gold, and he takes the younger sister out on rides on his motorcycle around the neighborhood and to get ice cream.
It's all bullshit of course. He hates this spoiled brat and he hates faking being nice, but it works, it gets her older brother's attention. They fight back and forth for a little bit before coming to a mutual agreement Ceaser will stop seeing his sister if the other alpha agrees to never speak to you again. Everyone's happy win-win.
Well except for the sister who just got ghosted and for you who just lost a friend. Don't cry sweetheart your alpha will be home soon to fuck you until you forget everything but Ceaser's name.
#monster imagine#monster fucker#monster#monster boyfriend#teratophillia#werewolf x reader#werewolf#werewolves#werewolf boyfriend#jock bully werewolf
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đđ´đ˘đ˘đąđ˘đŻ đąđĽđđŤ đ°đ´đ˘đ˘đą | San x reader
Pairing: Wolf cub San x Bunny reader
Summary: A wolf's hunger is unquenchable, especially with the heat approaching. And as it happens, you look too appetising in the mornings to resist tempting them to taste you.
Part of a series "đđ˘đŤđ˛đ° đŚđŤ đđ˛đŻđ°" in the Pretty Flushed universe.
Genre / Au / Trope : Smut, hybrids!Au
Rating: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI
Word count: 3k
Warnings: Unprotected sex, Ńorruption kink, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, oral, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, rough oral, praise kink, squirting and more.
net: @cultofdionysusnet
A|N: All right, bunnies, are you all ready for the official introduction of our wolf pups? Well, here I am. And with me, a hot and hungry wolfie San who wants to taste you first thing in the morning.
Your mommy is back, bunnies and I'm lustier and more vicious than ever.
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Through a heavy haze of sleep, you feel a long, rough tongue sliding lazily across your warm pink pussy, leaving a wet trail of viscous saliva in its wake. A light touch to your clit causes your pretty doll mouth to open, and a languid sigh escapes your lungs, eventually turning into a pitiful, whimpering moan. Your eyes move quickly beneath your closed eyelids, long, downy lashes fluttering. Unconsciously, your hips arch forward in search of more of that delicious sensation.Â
"Bunny..." That one nickname sets the viscous, sweet moisture gushing from your vagina in abundance, filling the entire space of the luxurious bedroom with the rich scent of peaches and cream. Insistent, rough fingers slide over your moist mound, and your delicate, silky folds slip beautifully around them, so that the pointed tip of his tongue can just feel the edge of your oozing hole. Hot, intermittent, fever-like breath flows around your cunt before the plump lips leave a messy, open-mouthed kiss on your labia. "Wake up, my sweet girl. I want to play with you, Princess." The sound of the Alpha's voice is like warm, melted honey in your ears.Â
The thick scent of black orchids and powder, mixed with the sweetness of Alpha pheromones, wraps around you, embedding itself in your skin and settling in your lungs with every intermittent breath.Â
Even when you're half asleep, your submissive bunny nature sends signals of obedience throughout your body, forcing you to obey every command of the more dominant and powerful species. You don't want to provoke the predator at all, especially when he's got you in his strong, clawed hands. Your plump, cottony tail flicks up, and your long ears - limp, and soft - press uselessly against your head. Your small hand hesitantly reaches for the source of overwhelming pleasure, now even more obvious and palpable as consciousness begins to return to you, and you blink absentmindedly, chasing the sleep from your eyes. It takes a few minutes for your tiny, pheromone-fogged brain to comprehend what is happening and analyze the situation, and now the painful excitement that flows through your veins like thick, viscous honey finally makes senseâlong, silky hair, soft, pointed ears with fluffy tassels at the ends â San.Â
As your little sugar fingers dig into the Alpha's thick, wavy curls and your nails lightly brush the sensitive base of his ears, San lifts his sharp feline eyes to youâheavy and half-lidded with lust. Those eyes, almost inhuman in their intensity, shine in the darkness of the bedroom. Your skin tingles at the intensity of the gaze, and you squeak softly, covering your eyes and feeling a scalding scarlet blush spread across your rounded, plump cheeks and pale neck. Even after months of living in their house, you still can't shake the feeling of embarrassment and humiliation that comes over you every time one of the wolves touches you.Â
Pleased that you're finally awake and able to give him your full attention, San velvety purrs, never takes his beautiful mouth away from your plump, luscious cunt. His deft tongue flicks along your slit, skilfully playing with your throbbing clit before his beautiful, devilishly curved lips engulf it, pulling it into his warm, craving mouth and beginning to suck slowly as the sharp tip of his sinful tongue penetrates your tight hole, stimulating your silky walls and licking up every drop of your sweet, creamy mucus. The soft taste of peaches is saccharine in his mouth, as San is tasting the most desirable treat on the planetâyour fertile ripeness.Â
A new wave of lust sweeps over your body, leaving you feverish and helpless with the desire for more. The Alpha's mouth encircles around your sensitive nub, lightly grazing it with his sharp fangs before his slippery, rough tongue begins to aggressively massage you in circles; his hot, sultry lips devouring your pussy with a deep, animal hunger. You're trembling all over; crystal-clear tears begin to gather in the corners of your eyes from the intensity of the sensations, and you squeal out loud, unable to contain yourself.Â
"Ah-alpha, that feels so good." Your fingers get tangled in the thick mass of wavy hair between his pointed ears, which are twitching slightly, picking up on every little sound that you are making. You're so wet that mucus is falling from you like a waterfall, filling the room with the rich, sweet, creamy scent. You continue to sob and whimper, sending shivers of excitement through alpha's body as his thick, fluffy tail slowly swings behind his back. His jaw opens and closes relentlessly as he alternates between messy movements and lazy and lingering ones, just to drive you crazy with the contrast of sensations as he savours your cunt.Â
As his tongue presses flat against the quivering, glistening folds of your cunt, your hips begin to tremble, and your heel kicks into the silk sheet on the bed, causing it to crumple into a heap. San growls in a menacing manner and digs his claws into the plump, soft flesh of your thigh to hold you in place.Â
"Don't fucking move, bunny, or do you want me to bite you? Does the princess like pain? You are such a slut." For a second, San pulls his wet, swollen mouth away from your pussy, only to growl at you. You recoil in horror at the hidden threat in the husky, sultry tone of his voice. Your little fluffy tail quivers as the sharp tips of his fangs graze your delicate, sensitive folds with every word he utters. A reminder that no matter how well the wolves treat you, showering you with gifts and praise, they are still big and dangerous predators, especially for a gentle bunny like you.
"P-please forgive me. I'll be an obedient bunny, I promise. San, I will be a good, obedient princess for you." Your voice is a barely audible whisper, but you have no doubt that he heard you.Â
San responds with a low, satisfied growl as he continues to poke his tongue mercilessly into your swollen, tingling clit. Every nerve in your body is vibrating and tingling as he does it over and over and over again. You're so hot, so sticky, and so wet, and every movement of the Alpha's beautiful mouth causes more and more mucus to spill out of your little hole. Your juices run down his chin and down his neck, dripping onto the luxurious silk sheets that lie beneath you.Â
San's hands slide down your legs, his sharp claws leaving fierce, blood-red marks on your pale skin, until he throws your legs over his hard, broad shoulders and continues to eat you as if his life depended on it. The muscles in your legs and thighs stretch, and you feel so open, so vulnerable, and exposed to this beautiful, devilishly handsome Alpha, who reminds you more of a big wildcat than a wolf.Â
Awakenings like this morning were nothing new for you, especially in the last few weeks when the younger alphas started to warm up before their inexorably approaching heat. Despite Seonghwa's strict orders not to touch you without his or Hongjoong's supervision, everyone in the house still remembered the incident with Wooyoung a few months back, when your mommy and daddy had left you alone with the fascinatingly beautiful, crystal-blue-eyed Alpha. Almost every morning you awoke with one of the wolves cubs pressing their hot bodies against you in the bed.Â
Each of them had their own favourite way of waking you up, but most of the time it was down to their long tongues licking your little pussy insistently or their long clawed fingers slowly stretching your tight hole until you started to squeal and squirt. The number of hopelessly ruined sheets that Seonghwa had to throw away after all that was just too numerous to count. And something told you that those beautiful deep-burgundy sheets would suffer the same fate after San was done with you.Â
San moans loudly and shamelessly as he buries his face deeper and deeper into your pussy, greedily lapping up the thick, honey-coloured goo from your quivering hole. And he obviously won't stop until you've squirted your delicious cum all over his face. And the devilishly handsome Alpha lets you know it by the way his tongue begins to rub against your silky folds in a rhythm that is too fast for you and almost painful for you.Â
"Ah, a-alpha, this is too much...please be gentle." You whimper loudly as you feel his lips squeeze your clit tightly and suck hard on it before releasing it from his sensual grasp with a loud 'pop'.Â
"Gentle..." San growls as he sends waves of pleasure through your body with his sinful tongue and hot breath. His hands tighten their grip on your hips, pulling you even closer to his beautiful, predatory face. His slanted feline eyes are practically all blackâglistening irises that flash with molten gold as he catches a glimpse of your wide-open eyes, the fat tears already beginning to gather in the corners of them. You look so fucked up already, and it's beautiful. Even if he can't fuck you properly yet, he'll do his best to make sure that every time he touches you, you'll have memories of it.
A pitiful sob escapes from your doll-like lips at the burning intensity of his dark gaze, and a shiver of fear, mixed with excitement, runs down the length of your spine.Â
"You want me to be gentle..." He repeats again, almost imperceptibly sliding the tip of his tongue over your soft folds before you feel the slight vibration of his husky laugh against the damp skin of your pussy. "I'm not your mommy to be gentle with you, my darling." The Alpha gives a deep growl before he presses his mouth back down to your cunt with even more hunger and aggression than he did a few minutes ago. San hammers away at you with such fervour and greed, as if all he wants to do in this life is savour the taste of you and eat your tender pussy until you start to sob and beg him to stop.Â
San tells himself that this insatiable hunger, this dark desire inside him, has nothing to do with the sharp, poisonous jealousy that eats away at him from the inside like acid every time he hears you moaning or begging for Seonghwa or Hongjoong when they fuck you into the mattress for hours. And of course, it has nothing to do with the fact that his teeth literally ache from the need to sink into your sweet, soft flesh and mark you as his property, his mate. The sight of the swollen, inflamed marks of the Seonghwa's claim on your fragile neck only fuels this animalistic need to breed and mate you even more.Â
"Please Alpha..." You sob, hot tears rolling down the round, pink cheeks of your face. You can't even think; a throbbing need is overwhelming you, completely taking over the rational part of your brain.Â
The Alpha growls viciously, sucking and licking your clit, all the while moving his tongue and making a foul noise. Your hips begin to move smoothly, following every movement of San's lips and tongue. It is as if you are having sex with his sensual mouth. You literally smother him as you wrap your legs around his head, burying his handsome face between your soft thighs, but judging by the purring moans and growing growls, he doesn't care if he loses his last breath, engulfed by the heat of your body as his mouth sucks your juicy, plump cunt.Â
"S-san..." Your voice is almost drowned out by his moan as the first letters of his name fly off your tongue with a choked-out scream. I'm too sensitive..." You are still too swollen, too sensitive to his touch and his sinful tongue after a hard night with Seonghwa, and waves of bliss wash over you too quickly, too suddenly, bringing you to climax without warning. Your whole body trembles in his tight grip, your fingers clinging to his hair, trying to hold his head between your thighs or push his face away from your sensitive, throbbing core.Â
San is holding you too tightly with his strong hands, digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, and drinking all the liquid that is pouring out of you uncontrollably, leaving the smooth, creamy taste of peaches on his tongue. "Ah! Too much, too much! Alpha..." You scream, but San still won't let you go. He swallows noisily, prolonging your orgasm and lapping up your juices as if he were dying of thirst and you were the only source that could satisfy him.Â
San is practically intoxicated by the sight of you right now, his pretty little bunny all flushed and sweaty, crying and begging. You're begging himâSan, not Seonghwa or Hongjoong, just him.Â
The constant stream of "please" and "alpha," mixed with the soft ecstatic moaning of his name, drives San mad. He has you right where he wants you, and he will fuck you with his tongue until you're unconscious with bliss, and San loves it so damn much.Â
"Oh God!" Your voice trails away, high and whimpering. "I'm so close, Alpha! San!"
"Mine!" He growls; his voice is completely different from a human's; it sounds much deeper and more ferocious; and it makes every part of your body vibrate. You can feel a stream of wet flowing out of you, forming a huge puddle of sticky goo on the sheets beneath you.Â
Your head throws back, your back arching, and your hips lifting, pressing harder against the Alpha's face as the feathery movements of his tongue and the vicious sucking of his hot mouth send you into pure ecstasy, the overwhelming sensation of repeated orgasm coursing through your bones and nerve endings. You repeat his name over and over, basking in your delicious bliss as he drinks your cum down to the last drop, which you drown him inâthe luscious goo splashing all over his face and the sheetsâuntil San helps you to come down from your high with light, airy kisses around your swollen labia.Â
"There you are, bunny. Look at you, my princess; you have done so well. You are so sweet on the tip of my tongueâsweeter than honey or ambrosia. I am going to eat you up until your screams reach the heavens."
You're still trembling, the residual spasms of orgasm still coursing through your body, tingling on every inch of your skin, making your legs shake and your hips squirm as you try to free yourself from his grip. You're too sensitive, so much so that it's almost painful.Â
Your eyes flutter open, heavy and swollen with tears, and you meet the dark gaze that is fixed on your face. His lips are still hidden between your thighs, and you feel his weightless kisses around your folds. San gives you a smug smile as his kisses move down your thighs, causing a slight tingling sensation on your skin.Â
"I'm not finished with you yet." The Alpha purrs as he releases your hips and crawls up your body. He leaves kisses all over your wet, flushed skin as his gorgeous face hangs over your plump tits. San runs his tongue over each of your swollen, slightly damp nipples, wet from the milk that has come out, before moving up higher and lightly biting the skin on the side of your neck. You whimper in between intermittent sighs, completely softened up by the intense orgasm that you can still feel at the very bottom of your belly. San bends down to your face and takes your plump, soft lips in a deep kiss. He grins as he pulls away from you to look at the fragile, delicate body that lies beneath him.Â
As you look at his scarlet, swollen lips, glistening with your slime, your slutty bunny nature obligingly brings back the image of him tongue-fucking you. The memory causes your body to react in an almost instantaneous fashion, with a fresh batch of slime spurting out of your quivering hole. A thick wave of alpha pheromones fills the air, and you swallow hard in shame, knowing you'll never be able to hide your excitement, especially when his fingertips feel the wetness trickling between the silky folds of your pussy.Â
San smiles devilishly as he slides his long fingers along your soft petal-like folds, more and more of your sweet nectar oozing from you, coating his fingers. These feathery touches are enough to make you tremble in his arms once more. You almost curse your treacherous bunny nature, that it is so easy for him to turn you into putty just by touching you.Â
"A-alpha, I can't take it anymore. Please..." You sob as you dig your fingers into his shoulders.
He leans close to your ear, his hot breath brushing the sensitive skin of your earlobe and sending a tingling sensation through your body.Â
"Oh bunny, I know you can give me so much more because you are such a slut, aren't you?" His fingers continue to move at an excruciatingly slow pace, and your consciousness begins to fade as a new wave of pleasure washes over you. "Come on, fluffy, do the begging for me. Beg me to fill you up with my cock; beg me to breed you like a good thoroughbred bitch. Beg me to fill you with my sperm, my princess." You shudder as San's fingers push your plump pink folds apart, and he slides two long fingers inside of you. "We have all day, and I won't stop until you can't think about anything other than me."
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oh! Since you also do requests with hybrids, could I ask for wolfhybrids (or fox) hashiras x reader? Like hashiras see the reader as the perfect mate material, so they try to get closer to them by courting them in their own ways
Male Hashira x Reader - Prey tell?
author's note: the title is a pun, my humor is dry. i fell down the stairs and sit in a hospital since yesterday.
pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader
content warning: wolf!hybrids, a/b/o, kny!au
i've been thinking a lot about this idea now, especially which rank each hashira would have. alpha? beta? omega? it was quite hard, but i allowed myself to create a little au for better understanding.
to not mess things up, i decided that the reader will be an omega in this au. all the hashira are considered alphas, which of course has a reason too.
i've went through the a/b/o thing over the past two or three days and to put it simply: alpha is the equivalent to strong, omegas are weak in comparison.
the hashira are the strongest swordsmen in the corp, it would only be right to rank them as an alpha (or a beta).
you, on the other hand, have been fighting your way to the top. omegas are weaker than most, but you possess a strong mind, which helped you work your way up.
naturally, the day will come that you catch their attention, if only for the fact that you're an omega. i also imagine omegas to be more rare than alphas and betas, since they take on a weaker role in this au.
Tengen:
⢠he's smitten since day one - an alpha different from any you've met yet. smug smirk and tall body towering over you the minute your scent hits his nose.
⢠your scent gives him the same feeling the scents of his three wives do. you're so small, perhaps not physically, but your weak omega presence makes his protective instincts flare up.
⢠just another day or two and three women are by your side, two betas and another omega looking at you with happiness and a feeling of finally coming home.
⢠you'll learn to love all of them - courting one is courting all. Tengen's not surprised to come home and find all of you nuzzled together in a cuddle pile.
⢠and if that isn't enough to turn you into a proper mate of his, shiny presents and lots of time squished between four other people will surely do it.
Obanai:
⢠small and weak. how did you end up near the alphas? he's suspicious when he heard of you, no omega would be able to turn into a hashira. he needed to see that for himself.
⢠nearly falls off his spot in the tree when he sees you and a comforting scent hits his nose. he's almost embarrassed by the way his fluffy ears are twitching, trying to listen to your conversation with Rengoku.
⢠he follows you around for a few days, mustering up the courage to talk to you after nearly a week. you looked up when the man sat in front of you, another bowl of food in hand.
⢠he doesn't talk much, only telling you that omegas should eat more than you do. you awkwardly look at him for a while, taking the bowl after another minute and thanking him.
⢠the action alone got him blushing under his mask, bringing you food for the next month when he finds you eating somewhere around the training grounds.
Rengoku:
⢠he's one of the calmer ones when he hears about your rank as a hashira. an omega got ranked this high? what incredible talent you must possess!
⢠he's by no means against your way of living, but he can't keep his mouth shut about how "you should stay home and get protected by a proper alpha!" it's no insult and you can sense that much, but you find yourself disagreeing.
⢠once he's sure that you're the perfect material for a mate, he'll court you the proper way, just like his mother once told him.
⢠it's just that his "proper courting" nearly has you running away in embarrassment.
⢠"dear [name], allow me to show you my interest through the traditional ways of courting one's future mate!"
⢠your agreement only came a day later, after you survived his booming voice right behind you in the midst of a forest's silence. next time he shouldn't sneak up on you like that.
Sanemi:
⢠hah? ridiculous. a small thing like you is supposed to work midst the likes of him? don't make him laugh, he could eat you up for breakfast.
⢠with that attractive smell reeking from your body, you wouldn't survive a day. he would see you become a demon's snack sooner than later.
⢠his jaw nearly hits the ground when he sees you outsmart the lower rank demon in front of you with speed and flexibility instead of strength.
⢠he grumbles about your stupid cute presence, sweetly roaming around him. you're truthfully just going on about your day, but it's enough to make his mind go blank.
⢠you're the perfect mix of strong and obedient for him, listening so well to him, because "he's done this job longer than you and you were happy to learn."
⢠internally smacks himself when he tries signalling his courting intentions by gifting you clothes heavily drenched in his scent.
Giyuu:
⢠he didn't voice his worries, but an omega living this kind of life? any alpha would be worried, right? especially since omegas have gotten so rare these days!
⢠but, oh, you're so sweet and nice. you once cooked him some soup and he swore you needed an alpha's protection - his protection.
⢠if he could just steal you away and ensure your safety, but he knew that would make you unhappy. so he makes sure to keep you safe by following you like a lap dog.
⢠it's not uncommon to see the new omega and the gloomy hashira take a walk together. people tend to avoid you, feeling unwell because of the intense stare the alpha behind you gives them.
⢠some of them swore they have seen the two of you nuzzle against each other. a hint of his scent had previously started lingering on your uniform too.
Gyomei:
⢠is it just your imagination or have you been joining missions with the stone hashira more often? no, it's definitely true.
⢠ever since he has taken a liking to you, he had started courting you by ensuring your safety and happiness.
⢠he doesn't know a lot about proper courting, mostly because it didn't interest him for most of his life. his courting is really special, but you don't mind.
⢠instead of bestowing gifts upon you, he takes you to special places he has found, most of them with a unique smell - a waterfall or a meadow full of flowers.
⢠he tries to gouge your reactions, mostly trusting his ears and tail, because he sadly can't see your beautiful face.
⢠you find yourself blushing with the way his ears often twitch around you, trying to listen to your every breath and laugh.
⢠your favourite times are when a protective tail brushes against your back, inviting you into a long session of cuddling.
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Just finished Good Omens 2 and I'm honestly boggling at the Aziraphale hate because yes, his decision led to the angsty cliffhanger, but it makes SO much sense for his character. Not just in a "Religious brainwashing and sunk-cost fallacy" kinda way but also a "Aziraphale has no reason to believe this isn't the perfect solution" way. That scene among the nebula is crucial because it establishes that Crowley loved being an angelâreveled in his ability to create and allow his creations to grow kinda like plantsâand the only problem was that someone else was calling the shots, someone who wouldn't listen to his criticism. Aziraphale has also spent 6,000+ years watching Crowley do good, all the while forced to deny the fact that he's "nice" lest embracing his original nature get him into trouble with hell. Now, Metatron comes along with an offer that fixes everything in one fell swoop. Crowley can be an angel again, be nice without censure, his ideas and criticisms will hold weight because he'll be answering to Aziraphale, and they'll be together.
It strikes me that Aziraphale isn't there when Crowley sees Gabriel's trial, ergo he likewise doesn't see the (non)acknowledgement that there's an institutional problem up in Heaven. There just happen to have been two archangels who called it quits. Same when Gabriel blurts that phrase out to Crowley. Aziraphale has always been more blind to the ways in which Heaven is "toxic" (for very understandable reasons) and this season he's continually sheltered from new evidence of its structural problems. The plot just preaches to the choir: Crowley. He likewise wouldn't see the conflict Gabriel and Beelzebub have caused as evidence of an underlying problem because that's a problem he and Crowley will no longer share. Why would they be worried about Heaven still being unable to accept partnerships between angels and demons when Crowley will no longer be a demon? And that's something he presumably wants based on Aziraphale's memories of him and the ongoing admission that he's lonely.
The way I see it, they got what they thought they wanted at the start of Season 2. Heaven and Hell are keeping an eye on them, but functionally they're left alone. Crowley can spend all the time he wants with Aziraphale and nothing comes of that except that they're both continually named traitors and the higher-ups grumble about it. If Gabriel had never shown up, things should have been perfect based on Crowley's "Let's just run away and have each other's company" standards. Better, even, considering that they get to be together on their beloved Earth, rather than being bored out in Alpha Centauri without any sushi, plants, books, or Bentleys. And yet... Crowley doesn't strike me as particularly happy. Because, you know, based on that kiss he wants to be with Aziraphale, not just literally be with him, but the point of this post is that his "Let's run away and be an 'us'" falls totally flat when he doesn't explain that specific desire to Aziraphale; the desire to change what an 'us' means. From Aziraphale's perspective they're already an 'us.' That was the entire point of "our side" in Season 1 and now they can continue to be 'us' up in Heaven. Plus, Aziraphale likely sees this as a sacrifice on his part. He will give up his bookshop, his Earthly indulgences, take on the responsibilities of leadership (which I don't think he actually wants for a variety of reasons), and spend the rest of eternity in a place where he's felt so small because he thinks that's what Crowley wants. Crowley was happy as an angel. Crowley wanted them to be together without risk of permanent discorporation. They were able to achieve that after not-Armageddon and he still wasn't happy... so surely those two things together will do the trick. Crowley never actually articulates how he wants their relationship to change and the kiss comes much too late, when he's already rejected what Aziraphale must see as a perfect, selfless solution he's secured for them. Even if Crowley wasn't always moving too fast for him, an overture of romance isn't going to go well after that.
Is this crushing and angsty and devastating as a hiatus? Damn straight, my heart it breaking. But it's a good setup. More importantly, it makes perfect sense for their characters, particularly when they're still talking past one another. Aziraphale is someone who has always moved more slowly as a matter of course, as an angel he has remained immersed in the rhetoric of Heaven, his main avenue of breaking free of that (Crowley) has a huge communication problem (to say nothing of his own denial. He only made headway with the help of Nina and Maggie, seconds before Aziraphale shows up), and Metatron (in a no doubt incredibly manipulative manner) has just offered Aziraphale a job that presumably makes him happy AND Crowley happy AND allows him to maintain the moral this-is-how-the-universe-works perspective he's had since he was literally created. Of course he's going to say yes to all that!! And sure, there are problems in Heaven, Aziraphale isn't completely blind, but he can fix them now that he's in charge. How? Well... he'll figure that out later! Kinda like how he's been making plans on the fly this entire season. That seems logical from his perspective, right? It's not like he's gotten a crash-course in the concept of the master's tools never being able to dismantle the master's house...
#Good Omens#Good Omens spoilers#Good Omens 2#Good Omens 2 spoilers#GO2#GO2 spoilers#mymetas#this is so rough and I'll probably write better metas later#but I just have FEELINGS RIGHT NOW OKAY
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The Roommate Compatibility Program
this is my first time posting something like this to tumblr, hope it's an enjoyable read !
Arthur and Jimmy may have had the same last name, but that was the only thing they had in common.
Arthur Lee was, by all accounts, a nerd. When the Asian math major wasnât dutifully taking notes on complex equations at his lectures or studying in silence at the library, he could usually be found holed up in his dorm, gaming until the wee hours of the morning. His only extracurricular activity to speak of was his weekly participation in the Chinese Student Union, if by âparticipationâ one meant âsitting in the back of the room and not speaking to anyone.â His naturally pale skin was made even more so by a lack of sunlight, and his messy black hair resisted any attempt at styling. Short, shrimpy, and gay, he had clearly never seen the inside of a gym. In short, he was the exact opposite of his roommate.
Jimmy Lee was everything Arthur was not. Tall where Arthur was short, buff where Arthur was skinny, popular where Arthur was friendless. The straight white jock spent his days living out the all-American college fantasy â playing sports, pumping iron, and partying all night long. Of course, that hardly left any time for Jimmy to work toward his comms degree â but that hardly mattered, because everyone knew he was as dumb as a bag of rocks. His brutish Neanderthal features, extensive body hair, and blond buzz cut only added to that impression.
Maybe it would have been unrealistic to expect Arthur and Jimmy to be friends, but certainly no one could have anticipated the sheer antipathy that defined their roommate relationship. Arthurâs reasons for hating Jimmy were predictable â he was dumb, loud, and obnoxious; he left dirty clothes and sweaty exercise gear everywhere; and he stank up the dorm with his alpha musk. Jimmy equally couldnât stand his prissy, prudish roommate. Arthur nagged him constantly, and he shot down all his invitations to work out or go out. Not to mention, he forbade Jimmy from getting laid while he was in the room, which was all the time. Nothing said unsexy like the presence of a judgmental Asian nerd hunched over his gaming PC at two in the morning.
Needless to say, it was not an ideal situation for anyone. So when a flier for the Roommate Compatibility Program was slipped under their door one evening, their interest was piqued.
Having issues with your roommate(s)? The Roommate Compatibility Program is here to help! Our trained experts use scientifically proven methods to ensure you and your roommate have a lifelong bond. 100% success rate, guaranteed!
In a rare moment of agreement for them, they decided they had nothing to lose.
That was how they found themselves entertaining a stranger in their dorm the next day. The man, who had introduced himself as âMr. Thompson-Filipowski, from the RCP â but you can call me Mr. T.F. for shortâ had shown up out of the blue, giving them no time to prepare. So now they sat in their respective beds, answering Mr. T.F.âs questions as he appraised their living space thoughtfully. He wore a loud blue suit and had in hand a clipboard that he occasionally used to jot down notes, but otherwise he had no distinguishing features to speak of. Everything else about him, from his build to his skin tone to his hairstyle, was somehow impossible to pin down. He must have just had one of those faces.
âThank you, boys,â he said after he was done interrogating them about their (lack of a) relationship. âI just have one more question for each of you before we can officially get started.â He turned to Jimmy first. âJimmy, what would your ideal roommate be like?â
Jimmy had to think for quite a bit at that question. Finally, he responded in his vapid baritone: âUh, I dunno⌠I guess he would just, like, be my bro.â
Mr. T.F. nodded, scribbling something on his clipboard. âOkay, excellent.â He turned to the Asian nerd next. âAnd Arthur, what about you?â
âMy ideal roommate would be someone whoâs, well, similar to me,â Arthur said, wincing at how his voice still cracked at every word. âSomeone who shares my interests, and who I can spend time with, and⌠yeah.â
Mr. T.F. returned to his clipboard. âRight,â he said. âSo, to summarize â Jimmy, you want your roommate to be your bro. And Arthur, you want your roommate to be similar to you. Is that correct?â There was a strange weight to his words, exuding the sense that something significant was carried within them, but Jimmy didnât register this and Arthur thought it irrational, so both roommates ignored it. They nodded.
âExcellent!â Mr. T.F. said, the ominous presence now gone from his voice. âOkay, so often what weâve found at the RCP is that roommate incompatibility is often a case of misapplied expectations. Often, our roommates do meet our expectations, you just need to keep an open mind about it. Iâd wager you boys have much more in common than you think.â
Arthur rolled his eyes and Jimmy audibly scoffed at that, but they both kept listening anyway.
âFor instance, looking around your dorm room, I can tell that both of you have a pretty similar fashion sense, wouldnât you say?â
Arthur wanted to protest that all of the clothes strewn about belonged to Jimmy, not him, but the more he looked, the more he realized that wasnât entirely true. That jersey on the floor definitely belonged to him, as did the baseball cap hanging from his bed and the sweaty white socks next to his desk. In fact, now that he thought about it, roughly half of the clothing he could see actually was his. Huh, he supposed he did dress similarly to Jimmy, thenâŚ
âI guess so,â Jimmy said as Arthur was distracted. âItâs hard to remember whose is whose sometimes because we dress the same and wear the same size, huhuh.â
As Jimmy spoke, his words became reality. He didnât notice, but he shrunk down a few inches from his previously monstrous height until he was just under six feet â still respectable, but no longer anything more. Meanwhile, Arthur rose dramatically to meet him, until they stood at the exact same height. Since the two were equally small and shared the same taste in schlubby, sporty clothes, they essentially owned one wardrobe between them, borrowing and swapping constantly â although what looked tight and well-fitted on the muscular Ajimmy was loose and baggy on the lanky Jarthur. Curiously, the shirt Jarthur currently wore was the one item of clothing he wore that didnât update itself to match his new reality; as such, it was now uncomfortably small on him.
Mr. T.F. continued, âAnd judging by the sports gear and gaming equipment in here, it looks like you also have similar interests, isnât that right? Have you ever tried bonding over that?â
Again, it seemed Mr. T.F. was mistaken. Yes, their room indicated their respective interests in fitness and video games, but those interests were far from shared. Jarthur wanted to correct him, but then he had to reconsider. While he wasnât into sports like Ajimmy, he certainly knew his way around them. He got as hyped as any other guy watching the Super Bowl, and he had fun whenever he was invited to play a quick game of basketball or soccer.
Meanwhile, Ajimmy was trying not to laugh at the implication that he liked video games. What did Mr. T.F. take him for, some nerd like Jarthur? But now that he thought about it⌠he did have fond memories of owning his bros with his mad gaming skills. He didnât really want to call himself a gamer â he wasnât into any of that anime or Nintendo kiddie shit. But Madden, CoD? Yeah, he fucked with those.
Imperceptibly, the dorm room shifted to match the roommatesâ changing interests. Posters of popular players duplicated themselves from Ajimmyâs side of the room and pinned themselves into the wall above Jarthurâs bed. At the same time, the gaming computer vanished from Jarthurâs desk, swiftly replaced by a small TV between their beds. Well-used controllers popped into existence, one for each of them. The roommates themselves werenât spared from the wave of changes, either. The tan leached out of Asjimmâs skin until he was quite pale, although not unhealthily so. Meanwhile, muscles made themselves known for the first time all across Joethurâs body. He was still lanky, but there was a definite sculptedness to his body that had never been there before, demonstrating his newfound appreciation of physical activity and straining his shirt even further.
âYeah, all the time,â Joethur responded to Mr. T.F.âs questions. âI can destroy Asjimm at basketball in real life and in 2K,â he bragged.
âAs if!â Asjimm retorted good-naturedly. âNext time, Iâm kicking your ass, nerd!â
Joethur laughed. He may have had some problems with his roommate, but their shared competitiveness was not one of them.
âAh, thatâs lovely to hear,â Mr. T.F. said, checking a box on his clipboard. âThe best way to become closer is to spend time together, after all. But that should be easy for you two â Iâd imagine your class schedules are quite similar, since youâre in the same major.â
What was Mr. T.F. talking about? Joethur had never taken a comms class in his life, and Asjimm would certainly never be caught dead in a math classroom. But then Joethur went over his class schedule in his head again, and he realized that he did share most of his classes with his roommate. There was Accounting 101 on Mondays and Wednesdays, and Entrepreneurship every Thursday morning⌠In fact, aside from Joethurâs one math class and Asjimmâs lone comms class, their schedules were identical! But how could that be the caseâŚ?
âWell, I mean, yeah, I guess we do,â Asjimm said. His face twisted into a cocky smirk. âBut just between you and me, itâs not like we bother to show up to class most of the time, right Joethyr?â
Everything suddenly snapped into place for Joethyr. Ausjim was right, of course â being a business major required confidence, charisma, and leadership skills more than anything else, and both Joethyr and Ausjim had that in spades. It certainly didnât require studying or smarts, which was fortunate for Joethyr, as his brain was rapidly shrinking to match his meatheaded roommateâs. In fact, it was even smaller than Ausjimâs â he had scored highly enough in high school math that he was able to take an elective comms class for an easy A this semester, while Joethyr was being forced to struggle through calculus for a second time.
Records across campus rapidly rewrote themselves to reflect this new reality. Ausjimâs grades rose slightly, even as Joethyrâs GPA dropped from a 4.0 to a 2.0 â but whatever, Câs got degrees. In turn, the two roommates underwent their own changes. Joethyrâs unkempt hair retreated into his skull, leaving behind a slick fade. Moreover, the spark of intelligence retreated from his eyes, leaving them dark and hard. Ausjimâs hair experienced the opposite change, growing out into an impeccably groomed quiff that perfectly framed his face, neutralizing his unattractive Neanderthal features. His body hair also faded into nothingness, leaving him totally clean-shaven. The business classes he was taking had taught him the importance of presentation, after all.
âYeah, bruh,â Joethyr agreed, now speaking in the same vacant timbre as Ausjim.
âWell, how do you boys spend your time then?â Mr. T.F. prompted. He was nearly at the bottom of his checklist â this far into the process, he didnât even need to guide the roommatesâ transformation. Their new personalities had largely subsumed who they used to be, and would be happy to fill the remaining gaps by themselves.
âIsnât it obvious, bruh?â Ausjim said. âThe gym â duh! Gotta get those gains!â
At his roommateâs proclamation, Joethy underwent a startling change. At last, his muscles ballooned all across his body until they were identical in size to Ausjimâs. No longer did he have to settle for merely toned â he was well and truly ripped. So dramatic was the change that his shirt was instantly torn apart, revealing his glorious pecs and washboard abs for the world to see. The Asian hunk subconsciously flexed as he thought about his answer to Mr. T.F.âs question, realizing something funny in the process.
âHell, we probably even spend more time at the Chinese Student Union than class, right bruh?â Joethy nudged his equally jockish roommate.
The word âChineseâ resonated in Ausjinâs mind as he experienced sudden changes of his own. His lush hair was quickly thickening and inexorably staining itself midnight black. And as for the rest of his body, his lack of hair down there became much easier to maintain, as he naturally had less of it. Meanwhile, his facial features were shifting all at once â brow softening, nose broadening, eyes narrowing, lips plumpening. Eventually, they settled on what the rest of his body had already become â a carbon copy of his roommate.
âYeah, bro, totallyâŚâ
At the word âbro,â the roommatesâ final changes began. The physical refinements were over, but there was still work to do mentally. Ausjinâs brain was purged of the faces of his former family, their white features morphing into far more familiar Asian ones. Fond memories shifted as his motherâs famous meatloaf became her authentic dumpling recipe, and the destination of his childhood summer vacations was corrected from Europe to China. Through it all, he remained the dumb, popular jock he had always been. That was also true of Joethy, who could no longer remember being a lame, skinny nerd. Nights spent studying were replaced with nights spent partying, and members of an extensive social circle easily entered the parts of his brain that had never experienced true friendship. His memories of his family remained the same, however â with one key addition. The newcomerâs face was blurry, but the more that he focused on it, the more familiar it seemed. Almost like⌠his own faceâŚ? Or was it Ausjinâs face? That seemed closer, butâŚÂ
By Joethyâs side, Ausjin found his memories haunted by an identical face. The two jocks sat there in dumbfounded silence, both trying to recall who it was that featured so prominently in their memories. What was his name? Not Joethy or Ausjin, but rather⌠ratherâŚ
âJoey! Austin!â
Joey and Austin Lee snapped back to attention, refocusing on their strange guest.
Mr. T.F. chuckled, putting his clipboard away. âYou boys zoned out there for a sec! Itâs okay, Iâll get out of your hair soon. I just have one last question for you â are you getting along as roommates?â
âWell, of course weâre getting along, bruh!â Austin exclaimed.
âWeâre basically the same person already!â Joey finished his twinâs sentence with a pure, dull guffaw.
Because it was true. Joey and Austin Lee were clearly cut from the same cloth: The identical twin Asian jocks were both brainless, buff, bisexual business-major bros. The only appreciable difference between the twins was their hairstyles. Austin fancied himself a pretty boy, spending hours by the mirror meticulously maintaining his gelled hair. Joey, meanwhile, rocked a utilitarian crew cut, confident enough to put his angelic face on full display. But other than that, they were totally inseparable â everything they did, from working out to gaming to partying, they did together. (Rumor had it that they even fucked together, only bringing a lucky girl or guy home when he or she was willing to share.)
âGreat to hear that! Thanks for participating in our Roommate Compatibility Survey, you two â although I donât know what results we were expecting from twins like you⌠Anyway, have a great one!â As Mr. T.F. exited the room, he allowed himself one last glance back at the Lee twins as they mindlessly bantered. Both of them had certainly gotten their wishes. Joey was exactly like Austin, and Austin was exactly like Joey, and they were certainly each otherâs bros â in both senses of the word. Another success for the Roommate Compatibility Program.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind Mr. T.F., the Lee twins promptly forgot he had ever existed, returning to their existences as paragons of young Asian American masculinity.
âSo, whatâs the plan for today, bro?â Austin said. âHit the gym, then hit the streets?â
Joey smirked, admiring himself and his twin in the mirror. âYou know me so well, bro!â
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Confidence, Part 1
Hot Bucky Summer 2024 - Week 2
Pairing: Sex Worker!Bucky Barnes x Plus-size female character (unnamed)
Prompt: âWhat should I call you?â | [Master | Alpha | Pet] @buckybarnesevents
Summary: (7k) AU Bucky is a full-service sex worker who enjoys helping women become more confident in their sexuality.
Warnings: 18+ Only. Mention of an ex-boyfriend. Mention of insecurities/body image. Pet names (sweetheart, baby). Lots of asking for consent. Teasing. Dirty talk. Praise. Issues climaxing. Oral & fingering (f receiving).
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The end of a long-term relationship had led her here. Years of unhappiness. Years of feeling unsatisfied by her ex. Years of wishing things would change.Â
After she finally found the courage to end things, the breath of relief she thought would come never did. Instead, she was left feeling lost, insecure, and unsure about what she wanted or who she even was.
Thatâs when a friend referred her to Bucky.Â
A full-service sex worker who came highly recommended. A man who believes that thereâs something inherently beautiful about everyone.
âIâve worked with all types of women,â he assured her, âand Iâve found every single one of them attractive.â
It sounded like a line, but all the evidence pointed to the contrary.Â
Buckyâs not just doing this to make money. He truly enjoys what he does. The physical part of it, sure - he wouldnât be doing it if he didnât - but, itâs the emotional aspect that keeps bringing him back.
Thereâs nothing like the rush he gets from watching a woman find her confidence and blossom under his guidance. That moment when they finally feel comfortable enough to let go of their inhibitions and learn to trust themselves.
Itâs a heady feeling, knowing heâs changing their lives forever, and itâs not something he takes lightly.
Over the last few weeks of emails, texts, and phone calls, she found it easy to talk to Bucky about what she wanted out of this experience. Sex is supposed to be fun, and she wants to be able to enjoy herself without worrying about how she looks or if sheâs doing the wrong thing.
Even during the more personal topics, like when they discussed what her sex life was like with her ex, Bucky never made her feel ashamed or judged. Her lack of experience and seemingly lack of enthusiasm for certain acts, due to her ex, didnât make him blink an eye.
If anything, it made Bucky more intrigued to work with her. She was a puzzle he was going to enjoy help figuring out.
Despite his intimidating appearance - his well-defined muscles and the abundance of tattoos, his entire left arm covered in intricate designs - his charismatic personality keeps her relaxed.
His easy-going nature helps her open up as they sit on the couch in the beautifully decorated hotel room, giving her the courage to blurt out a question, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks when she does.
âWhat should I call you?â
During their last conversation, Bucky had asked her something similar, curious if she would enjoy being called something other than her name. She settled on a few things, but they never discussed what - if anything - she should call him.
With a tilt of his head, and a warm smile, he tells her, âYou can call me whatever youâd like.âÂ
The hand thatâs been resting on the back of the couch finally moves closer to her, his fingers just inches from her shoulder, making her breath hitch.
âTry not to overthink it,â he continues, his hand drifting closer as his smile turns playful. âLet the throes of passion guide you. Iâm good with anything, really. âBuckyâ. âBabyâ. âSirâ. âDaddyâ, if thatâs your kink.â
She immediately laughs, the pink on her cheeks darkening as she shakes her head at him. Sheâs just starting to figure out what she might like with a partner, sheâs not ready to even consider the last two options.Â
Buckyâs grin grows and he nods his head in understanding, happy to see that his teasing tone is helping to relax her a bit more. It encourages him to shift a bit closer, his knee just barely brushing against her thigh.Â
Their layers of clothing do nothing to dampen the rush of arousal she suddenly feels, and she waits with baited breath as his hand hovers over her shoulder, his fingertips almost close enough to touch her shirt.
âCan I touch you?â
Itâs such a simple question, but itâs in this moment that she finally understands the phrase âconsent is sexy.â
Thereâs something so incredibly intimate and arousing about Bucky asking for permission, despite the obvious reason heâs here.Â
He accepts the slight nod of her head and the soft whisper of âyesâ for now. Eventually, heâll help her find her voice and figure out how to ask for what she wants.
Until then, he needs to find a balance between her obvious desire for more and showing her that itâs okay to go slow.
She deserves to have someone take their time with her, to learn her body, to help her figure out what brings her pleasure.Â
She knows what she likes when sheâs by herself - thatâs never been the problem - itâs allowing herself to be vulnerable with someone thatâs the issue. Sheâs always struggled with being able to fully enjoy the moment, and sheâs trusting Bucky to help her learn how to do that.
Goosebumps spread across her skin at the first brush of his thumb along the soft curve where her shoulder meets her neck. A soft exhale and a flutter of her eyelashes tells him all he needs to know, but he still asks, his voice a low murmur.
âIs this okay?â
Sheâs quick with her answer. A slight nod before she tilts her head, wanting him to keep going. Heâs more than happy to, his eyes roaming along her body as he caresses her neck, taking in all the subtle ways her body responds to her touch.
âDoes that feel good?â
It shouldnât make her laugh, but it does. Bucky doesnât take offense though, just watches her with a grin on his face, his hand never leaving her.Â
âWhy does it turn me on when you ask questions like that?â Sheâs surprised she manages to get the words out, but any nerves that threaten to consume her are immediately alleviated when Buckyâs smile grows.
She can practically feel how proud he is of her for asking.
He was already excited about working with her, but this just solidifies it. He canât wait to watch her come out of her shell even more.Â
As his thumb dips down to trace over her collarbone, he tells her, âI think itâs because it shows you that I care about what you want. That your pleasure is important to me.â
After an audible swallow, and a steadying breath, she admits, âI think I just also like hearing your voice.â
Her confession makes Bucky laugh, the smile reaching his eyes, and he nods his head, âGood to know.â He shifts just a bit closer on the couch, his leg resting against hers, his thumb slowly following a path up to her chin. âDoes that mean you wanna try some dirty talk?â
She immediately blushes again, but with his thumb caressing the curve of her throat, sheâs forced to keep her head held high.Â
It manages to give her a boost of confidence, and she lets out a soft laugh, confessing, âOh god, Iâd be terrible at it.â
Bucky chuckles along with her but shakes his head. âOh donât worry, you wouldnât have to say a thing.â His thumb brushes over her chin, almost close enough to touch her lip. âIâd enjoy just watching your reactions.â
He always seems to know just what to say to ease her worries before they can even start. The moment his eyes glance at her mouth, her lips part, and she leans in, just a fraction of an itch.Â
The smile on Buckyâs face brightens, and he shifts again, mirroring her movements, but heâs not going to kiss her just yet, wanting the anticipation to build a little more. Instead, he repeats his question, softly asking her, âDo you want me to talk dirty to you?â
The slight shudder that rolls through her would make her feel embarrassed if it wasnât for the hungry look heâs giving her. Her reactions are turning him on, and it helps her find her voice again.
âYes.âÂ
With a tender touch, Bucky tucks her hair behind her ear, and all her senses are suddenly flooded by him - the smell of him, the heat of him, the sound of his voice whispering in her ear.
âDo you want me to praise you?â The question catches her off guard, but sheâs suddenly aware of the way her nipples tighten, especially when he asks, âCan I tell you how good youâre doing?â
She wants his attention. She wants to be comfortable with someone complimenting her and praising her. So, with a slow nod of her head, she whispers another soft, âyes.â
But, Bucky hears the difference this time. The word just a bit louder, a bit more confident. Sheâs trying her hardest to allow herself to face her fears, and he wants her to know that he sees her. That heâs proud of how far sheâs already come.
After getting her permission to touch more of her, he takes her hand in his, stroking his thumb across her palm, listening to the change in her breath. Without ever pulling away, he keeps talking, his mouth almost close enough to touch her ear.
âYouâre doing so good for me.âÂ
The praise makes warmth pool in her belly and the softest noise of pleasure escapes her.Â
âOh,â he murmurs, his touch sliding higher, the pad of his thumb tracing the inside of her wrist. âI like that sound.â
She feels like sheâs dreaming. Buckyâs barely started touching her, and she can already feel the wetness between her thighs, the ache for more.
âLetâs see what other kind of noises you can make for me,â he says, his soft beard brushing against her jaw. With one hand stroking up her forearm, his other hand slides into her hair to support her head, giving him better access.
Sheâs sure her heart is beating loud enough for him to hear, but she makes no move to pull away, not wanting to give him any reason to stop. Her head is flooded with thoughts of what heâs going to do, how heâs going to touch her, but he still takes her by surprise.
Just the softest brush of Buckyâs lips against her cheek before heâs asking, âis this okay?â and sheâs a mess.Â
She doesnât even recognize the sound that comes out of her, and without thinking, she reaches for him, her fingers trailing over the front of his shirt.
Bucky rewards her confidence with another soft kiss along her jaw, and she suddenly decides to jump in with both feet, asking him, âWill you kiss me?âÂ
The questionâs been building all evening, trying to work its way out of her, and his reaction to it makes her wonder why she was hesitant to start with.
âAbsolutely.â The way he says it, like heâs just been waiting for her, makes her laugh softly, and he grins as he pulls back just enough to meet her gaze. âI would love to kiss you.âÂ
And the way he kisses her makes her believe him. His mouth soon coaxing hers open, his tongue seeking permission to deepen the kiss, a soft groan rumbling deep in his chest in response to the taste of her.Â
Itâs all so new and exciting, but somehow Buckyâs able to make it feel familiar and comfortable. And for the first time in what feels like forever, sheâs not in her head about whatâs happening or what sheâs supposed to be doing.Â
Sheâs just living in the moment, making out with an incredibly hot guy, welcoming his weight on top of her.Â
If there was ever any doubt that he was enjoying himself, itâs erased when he settles between her thighs, letting her feel how turned on he is.
The moan she makes in return just makes him harder, and he leans up, meeting her gaze, a soft smile on his lips. As much as Bucky's enjoying kissing her, he wants to hear her, watch her as the pleasure takes over.Â
Sheâs not sure who moves first, but with a slight tilt of her hips, the hard length of him is suddenly pressed right against her clit, eliciting a soft gasp from her.Â
It shouldnât feel as good as it does, the two of them still completely dressed, but the moment he starts to move against her, her back is already arching, her body seeking out more.
Bucky doesnât take his eyes off of her, watching her closely. She doesnât even realize it, but sheâs the one setting the pace here. Heâs just following her lead, matching her movements with his own, wanting her to show him what feels good to her.
When he can see the attention heâs giving her is starting to overwhelm her, he closes the distance, placing soft kisses along her jaw, giving her time to relax all over again.Â
With a soft moan right against her ear, he tells her, âYou feel so good like this.â His fingers tighten in her hair at her reaction, her tense thighs and lift of her hips causing his cock to throb between them. âCan you feel how hard I am for you?â
âOh god,â she breathes, grinding harder against him, his words sending a burst of pleasure straight to her clit. With her hands pressed against his back, fisting his shirt, she quickly nods her head, whispering, âYes. Please.â
Thatâs the word heâs been waiting for.Â
Please.Â
Buckyâs free hand travels down to her thigh, guiding her to lift her leg just a bit higher. The new position makes her gasp and he groans against her neck, asking her, âPlease, what?âÂ
Her body shudders as he starts moving again, the increased pressure between her thighs making her breath catch. She doesnât even know what sheâs asking for. She just holds onto him, her hips moving a bit faster, the pleasure building inside of her.
Bucky still wants an answer, but he doesnât pressure her for one. He follows her lead, listening to her gasps and moans get louder with each thrust of his hips against hers. Heâs pretty sure this might be enough to make her come.
The same thought is running through her head, but itâs not long before the moment starts to catch up with her.Â
The way sheâs starting to sweat underneath her clothes, the way her heavy breathing has caused her throat to go dry, the way her foot keeps slipping off the edge of the couch as she tries to find purchase.
This time it doesnât surprise her when his voice interrupts her thoughts, asking her, âCan you tell me what you need?â All he wants is for her to be comfortable, and if sheâs not feeling this anymore, heâs more than happy to find something that works for her.
She knows what she needs. The only problem is that itâs the one thing thatâs been giving her the most anxiety about this night.Â
Being naked with him. Being vulnerable. Having to trust him to prove to her that she deserves to have someone bring her pleasure.
Bucky is more than up for the challenge though. His entire goal for the night is to show her how good it can be to have someone take care of her. To show her how much pleasure someone can bring her, if she just allows herself to connect with them.
Soon, heâs leading them to stand at the foot of the bed, taking his time to get her to relax against him, drawing her into a kiss that leaves them both breathless.Â
And with just a bit of encouragement, sheâs makes the first move, slowly lifting his shirt over his head. While her hands start exploring his newly exposed skin, tracing the lines of the tattoos that cover his shoulder and left arm, he pulls her into another kiss, groaning against her mouth.Â
She doesnât know whatâs come over her. Sheâs never felt this confident before, refusing to overthink how sheâs touching him, letting her desire for him guide her. Itâs opening her up to so many possibilities, the memory of their conversations about boundaries and kinks suddenly flashing through her mind.
As she encourages him to help her out of her shirt, she softly asks him, âWhat if I change my mind about something weâve already discussed?â
Itâs clear to Bucky that sheâs not asking about things sheâs already said she wants, and he takes a moment to consider her question, appreciating the way her nipples strain against her bra.
Itâs not lost on him that she makes no move to try to cover up or hide herself from him.
After he gives her another kiss, he meets her gaze, watching her as his finger traces along her bra strap, the back of his fingers brushing across the swell of her breast.Â
He smiles when her lips part, her breath quickening, and he whispers, âThen you tell me. Tonightâs about learning to ask for what you want.â
She nods her head slowly, but her voice leaves her for a moment. Her entire focus is on his touch, his fingers teasing along the edge of her bra, the occasional brush of his skin against hers making her dizzy with need. Sheâs not sure sheâs ever been this turned on before, especially not during foreplay.
âWhat is it you think you might want?âÂ
Bucky remembers everything she said no to - everything she knew she wouldnât like, or didnât want to try - and he canât ignore the rush of excitement at the thought that heâs made her comfortable enough to try something she wasnât sure about before.
Itâs not until sheâs helped him out of his jeans, leaving him in just his boxer briefs, that she finally figures out how to voice her desires. It helps that he chooses the same moment to kneel in front of her to undo her jeans, the soft brush of his fingers against her stomach bringing her nothing but pleasure.
âI did what you suggested,â she begins, her hand resting on his shoulder as he starts to lower her jeans, his eyes briefly looking up at her, a pleased smirk on his face as he reveals the matching panties to her bra. âThe other night,â she whispers, watching as he slowly undresses her, helping her step out of her jeans. âI tasted myself.â
Bucky doesnât know what he was expecting, but itâs not that.Â
His hands immediately reach up to hold her hips, his thumbs dipping underneath the waistband of her panties as he lets out a soft groan. The image of her alone in her own bed, touching herself, tasting herself for the first time has him silently praying that this is going where he thinks it is.
He somehow manages to keep his composure and looks up at her, his eyes dark with desire, but his voice steady. âWhat did you think?â
Sheâs the one that brought this up, but her skin still grows warm and a soft laugh comes out of her. Sheâs trying so hard not to overthink all of this - to not let her insecurities start to overwhelm her.
Bucky helps her through this moment, like heâs done all evening. Still kneeling in front of her, he slides his hands down her thick thighs and gently asks, âDo you like the way you taste?âÂ
Her first reaction is to give him a slight shrug, her eyes looking past him. But he quickly gets her attention, finding a sensitive spot along the back of her thigh, the graze of his fingers causing her breath to shudder out of her.Â
It has the desired effect, and she nods her head, whispering, âYes.â
Bucky continues watching her as he caresses the back of her thighs, marveling at the way it causes obvious pleasure to ripple through her, her eyes fluttering closed.
âDo you think Iâd like the way you taste?â
Thereâs no doubt in his mind that he will, but this isnât really about him. Bucky needs her to get there on her own, to believe that someone wants all of her.Â
She wants to shrug again. To brush off his question and keep her eyes closed, pretending that heâs not watching her right now. But, she canât. Thatâs not why sheâs here. Thatâs not why Bucky is here.Â
After she forces herself to take a slow, deep breath, she finally opens her eyes and looks down at him. The confidence she wishes for isnât there yet, but sheâs able to answer him honestly.Â
A soft whisper of, âIâm not sure.â And then, a barely audible utterance of, âMaybe.â
Without hesitation, his hands slide up the outside of her thighs, returning to her hips, his fingers tracing along the edge of her panties. âDo you want me to taste you?âÂ
She forgets how to breathe, air getting trapped in her lungs as she tries not to look away. She just needs to ask for what she wants. It should be easy by now. Sheâs already standing in front of him in just her bra and underwear, letting him see the bits of her that sheâs uncomfortable with.
But, for a moment, the words still donât come. Her hands remain on his shoulders, her nails lightly scratching along his tattooed skin as she tries to refocus. This time, Bucky remains quiet. He just continues to look up at her, giving her as much time as she needs to show him sheâs ready for this.
This is something her ex never volunteered to do, and she was always too shy to ask, but she doesnât want to be shy anymore.Â
She wants to own her sexuality. She wants to be able to ask for what she wants in her next relationship, even new things she might not even know she wants yet.
With a slight nod of her head, and another trembling breath, she tells him, âYes. I want⌠I want that.âÂ
Bucky doesnât move yet. The look he gives her conveys how proud he is of her, but he wants to hear her say the actual words. Instead of just expecting her to know what to say, he asks her, âWhat do you want, sweetheart?â
She swallows the nervous laughter that threatens to spill out and takes a moment to close her eyes, trying to compose herself. How can such a simple term of endearment cause her so much pleasure?Â
Thatâs not what she says though. When her mouth opens, the words come before she can overthink them. âI want you to taste me.â
âOh, good girl.â Buckyâs growl of praise almost has her collapsing into a puddle, but his hands on her hips keep her steady. Not wanting to lose the momentum sheâs building, he slides his hands up her back to her bra, asking her, âCan I take this off?â
Sheâs already made it this far, the intensity of her insecurities starting to lessen each time she reveals more of herself to him. With a nod of her head, she gives him permission, unable to look away as he slowly unhooks her bra, his fingers immediately rubbing along the indentations left behind.
The soft moan of relief she makes has him grinning up at her, and he slowly slides the straps down her arms, giving her a moment to adjust to this new level of vulnerability.
With his gaze still on her face, he tosses her bra aside to join the rest of their clothes and softly asks her, âCan I touch you?â
âYes, please.â The words come easily this time, despite her nerves trying to get the better of her. Sheâs insecure about her breasts, gravity having caught up to her before she thought it would, and she finds herself wanting his approval.
In reality, it doesnât matter what he thinks of her body, but heâs more than happy to help her see what he sees.
Matching his pace of the entire evening, his fingers brush along the sides of her breasts, the feather-light touch causing her nipples to pebble.
âYouâre gorgeous,â he tells her, unable to tear his gaze away from the way her body immediately arches towards his touch.
Buckyâs given her no reason to doubt his words, and the moment he cups her breast in his hand, her fingers slide into his hair as if to guide him closer.
He doesnât make her ask for it this time, and she barely registers his breath on her skin before his tongue flicks out to lick her nipple.
The sound she makes causes his cock to twitch and he wastes no time trying to bring more of those noises out of her.
With his heavily-tattooed arm wrapped around her to support her, he immediately closes his lips around the erect bud, his free hand moving to her other nipple.Â
Itâs like heâs on a mission to see just how loud he can make her get before she demands more from him.
It doesnât take long, her body trembling against him, both her hands in his hair, tugging at the strands.
âBucky,â she moans, meeting his gaze as he switches sides, his fingers now playing with her saliva-slick nipple.Â
All he does is grin at her in return, the gentle scrape of his teeth giving her the last push she needs. He can practically see the last of her walls starting to crumble, and as he sucks her nipple into his mouth, she manages to surprise him yet again.
âPlease,â she pleads, unable to hide how breathless heâs already made her. âI want you to taste me.â
âOh fuck,â Bucky groans against her breast. He immediately pulls back and slides his hand up to wrap his fingers around her throat, his tender touch adding to her pleasure. âIs that what you need, baby? You want me to lick your pussy?â
All it takes is a quick confirmation from her and heâs guiding her onto the bed, more than ready to show her what sheâs been missing out on.Â
Within just a few moments, he has her naked and writhing underneath him, his mouth starting at her neck, taking his time to kiss down her soft curves.
By the time heâs placing kisses along her inner thighs, sheâs forgotten about all the reasons why she almost didnât ask for this. All thoughts about her ex-boyfriend are gone, as are her insecurities, and she runs her fingers through his hair, whining softly, âPlease.â
Bucky will never tire of hearing that word. And with one last glance up at her, he helps her push her thighs back a bit more, giving him the perfect view of her pussy.Â
âMmm.â The groan that leaves him makes her pulse, her hips shifting underneath his hold, and he lets out a soft chuckle. âEager, are we?â he teases, taking a moment to give her thigh another soft kiss, his beard tickling her pussy.
The question should make her blush - and any other time it would - but Buckyâs good at what he does. Heâs somehow made her comfortable enough that not only does she not blush, she actually laughs. With a grin on her face, she quickly nods her head and tells him, âYes. I am.â
Buckyâs so proud of her. Sheâs already come so far, and he quickly praises her with a soft rumble of, âGood girl.âÂ
And then heâs rewarding her, the slow swipe of his tongue along her slit immediately reducing her to a low whine of, âOh my god.â He repeats the action, licking her from her dripping entrance up to her clit, teasing the bud with just the tip of his tongue.
âOh my god.â Sheâs not sure she knows how to say anything else right now. Sheâs barely breathing at this point anyway, her entire body tense with anticipation.
And then he has the nerve to pull away, giving her another grin to tell her, âYou were right.âÂ
She blinks, her hands fisting the sheets, her legs already shaking. All she can think about is having his mouth back on her pussy. She has no clue what heâs talking about.
âYou taste so fucking good.â
Oh.
Sheâs not sure she even says anything, but it doesnât matter because he dips his head back down and gets back to work, tasting her again.
Bucky alternates between long, slow licks and sliding his tongue deep inside of her, wiggling the muscle along her walls. Heâs paying attention to all the ways she reacts to what heâs doing, repeating every action that makes her moan or shudder.
She gets lost in the moment, unsure of what to do with her hands, one gripping the sheets while the other holds her ankle, keeping herself spread for him.Â
She can feel her pleasure building, but the longer heâs between her thighs, the more her insecurities start to resurface. Maybe this isnât going to happen. No oneâs been able to make her come before.
Sheâs always been responsible for her own orgasm, and while Bucky seems confident in his abilities, her doubt is starting to creep back up.Â
When he returns his attention back to her clit, Bucky dragging the flat of his tongue over the bundle of nerves, she whispers his name. She feels compelled to apologize, like sheâs wasting his time, but the only thing she can get out is, âI canât.â
He pauses, but doesnât pull his hands away, his fingers slick with her arousal as he looks up at her. Recognizing the confusion and embarrassment on her face, he realizes one crucial mistake heâs made.Â
Bucky indulges himself with one more lick before he sets her at ease, explaining, âIâm not trying to make you come yet, baby. I just wanted to taste you, see what you like first.â His thumb teases over her clit as he kisses the soft skin of her inner thigh and asks her, âIs that okay?â
Just like that, he manages to get her back into the right headspace.
After a slow nod of her head, heâs bringing her pleasure again, exploring every inch of her pussy. He's enjoying taking his time, finding all the ways she likes to be touched, learning her body so he can give her what she needs.Â
Heâs also teasing her. Using his knowledge to make her more desperate. He hopes to get her to the point where she can ask for everything she wants without having to get this overwhelmed.
After his mouth moves away from her clit to lick across her entrance, he hears the change in her breathing. His quick glance shows him that her hands have moved to her tits, her fingers tugging at her nipples, and it tells him everything he needs to know.
Bucky returns his tongue to her clit, slowly circling the swollen bud before closing his lips around it, the soft suction causing her back to arch and she quickly nods her head, whispering, âoh god, please.â
But he pulls away again, her soft gasping whine proving heâs on the right track. Sheâs almost there. Just another quick tease of his tongue sliding inside of her, then back to suckling on her clit. Thatâs all it takes.
Her hand comes down to his head, fingers gripping his hair, as she breathlessly begs him, âYes. Please. Just like that.â
This time, Bucky doesnât move or pull away. He groans against her, unable to stop his hips from grinding against the mattress, her words sending pleasure straight to his cock.Â
With each flick of his tongue, her noises get louder, the coil in her belly growing tighter.
She might actually come from this. Bucky might actually be able to make her come.Â
Thatâs all she can think about.Â
One hand in his hair, the other back to white-knuckling the sheet, using it for leverage to grind herself against his mouth. She can feel the pressure building, her muscles growing taut, her legs shaking uncontrollably.Â
Sheâs going to come.
âOh my god,â she whispers, seemingly unable to say anything else again. But Bucky still doesnât change anything heâs doing, staying exactly where he is, his tongue never stopping. âOh my god,â she repeats, nodding her head, desperate for this to happen.
Itâs her downfall.
Just when she thinks itâs finally going to happen for her, the feeling suddenly starts to fade. The whine that leaves her, coupled with the frustrated, âNoâ has her quickly covering her flushed face.
The last thing Bucky wants is for her to think sheâs done anything wrong. Or, even worse, that thereâs something wrong with her. Because, there isnât.
âShhh,â he soothes her, peppering kisses along her thighs. His thumb returns to her clit, Bucky wanting to keep her pleasure building towards that peak again, and he tells her, âItâs okay. Sometimes we can get in our head. And sometimes... itâs just because we need more.â
Sheâs able to lower her hands away from her face to look down at him. Itâs obvious heâs still enjoying himself, and all he wants is for her to be right there with him. It still takes her a moment of slow breathing for her to finally nod her head at him.
âCan you tell me what you think you need right now?â His slick thumb glides over her clit again before dipping down between her folds, teasing across her entrance.Â
Her body immediately responds, her hips seeking out more, wanting him inside of her.Â
Bucky tilts his head and raises an eyebrow at her, the smile on his face growing. âTell me what you need, sweetheart.âÂ
It does the trick. With another shift of her hips, and more teasing pressure from his thumb, she nods her head. She doesnât know how, but the words spill out of her without a second thought. âFuck me, please.â
It takes every once of his control not to immediately let his thumb sink inside of her. Sheâs so wet, just begging to be filled, but itâs the perfect time to get her to verbalize her needs.
Bucky sits up on his knees just a bit, circling his thumb against her entrance before sliding it back up to her clit. He interrupts her needy whine with, âHow do you want me to fuck you?â
She knows what heâs doing. And sheâs incredibly grateful for it. Between quick and shallow breaths, she tells him, âWith your fingers. Please.â
He tests her resolve, watching her closely as he starts to rub his thumb against her again, almost pushing inside of her. She immediately shakes her head and he pauses, a grin lighting up his face.
Bucky doesnât even have to ask, sheâs more than willing to tell him exactly what she wants. Her words coming quickly. âPlease. Fuck me with your fingers. Two of them.â
His growl of praise immediately floods her brain, causing pleasure to radiate from her core. âOh good girl,â he tells her, more than ready to give her what she wants, âIâm so proud of you.âÂ
The cry that comes out of her as he fills her is unlike anything sheâs ever made before. Her back arches and she reaches for him, grabbing his tattooed hand as his two thick fingers immediately find the spot that always seemed to allude others.
Bucky has every intention of tasting her again, planning to make her come with his mouth on her clit while he fucks her with his fingers.
He just wants to take a moment to watch her, enjoying the way the curl of his fingers causes her to gasp. His own body throbbing with pleasure as he strokes along her front wall, drawing more noises from her.
âYou are so fucking hot,â he moans, interlocking their fingers as his gaze travels along her body from her thighs to her face, his cock leaking pre-cum at the sight of her.
When sheâs able to accept his compliment without looking away, he increases the pressure, listening to the sounds of her wetness fill the air.Â
Sheâs finally at that point that he promised sheâd get to. Where she feels nothing but pleasure, able to bask in the connection theyâre sharing.
âI wanna come for you.â Thereâs nothing quiet about her request, even as she struggles to get the words out between her soft gasps and moans.
âYou really are incredible,â he tells her, eagerly returning to his earlier position, his head between her thighs.Â
With his fingers still deep inside of her, he presses his tattooed arm against her thigh and places his palm flat against her lower stomach, using his fingers to spread her, exposing her clit.
She welcomes his touch, not a care in the world about how exposed she feels or how his hand digs into her soft belly. In fact, she doesnât care how she looks at all. All she cares about his how close his mouth is to her pussy again, the feel of his warm breath making her whisper, âPlease.â
Bucky glances up at her, a serious look on his face, quieting her pleading for the moment.Â
âThereâs no rush here, do you understand?â He accepts the slight nod of her head before continuing, a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. âIf I need a break, Iâll tell you. Until then,â his raises his eyebrows in excitement, âletâs just enjoy ourselves, yeah?â
Sheâs quick to agree, forcing herself to relax, resting her head against the pillow. She doesnât even try to keep her eyes open anymore, the return of his tongue to her clit practically making her forget her name.Â
With the pressure of his fingers inside of her, rubbing against her g-spot, thereâs suddenly not a doubt in her mind that Buckyâs going to make her come.
It still rushes up on her quickly, her senses completely overloaded - the obscene noises his mouth makes against her clit, the slight scratch of his beard on her pussy, the smell of sex lingering in the air.
âIâm gonna come,â she gasps, one hand on her breast, the other on his head, gripping his hair. âPlease donât stop.â
He actually has the audacity to laugh against her, but he has no intentions of stopping. The rhythm of his tongue never changes, Bucky already knowing exactly how to lick her to get her there.Â
She allows herself to be consumed by the pleasure heâs giving her, and the moment her hips start to move faster against him, her thighs threatening to close, the groan he makes causes her to fall over the edge.
Bucky keeps her held down, even as her body bucks against him, using his strength to keep his mouth on her clit and his fingers buried inside of her.Â
Sheâs so tight, barely allowing fingers to move at all, but it doesnât matter, he just keeps stroking her g-spot, prolonging her pleasure as long as sheâll let him.Â
It feels like it lasts forever, her body riding out the waves until sheâs left a wrecked, trembling mess, incoherent words escaping her lips.
Once Buckyâs sure sheâs had as much as she can take, he quickly kisses up her body to pull her into his arms. She wraps herself around him, clinging to him, burying her face against him as he soothes her with soft words of praise.
âYou did so good for me.â
âSuch a good girl.â
âIâm so proud of you.â
âThank you for trusting me.â
As her body starts to relax, she welcomes his mouth on hers, moaning at the taste of her arousal on his lips. It makes her want more and itâs not long before her hips move underneath him, grinding herself against his covered erection.
Bucky rests his forehead against hers and lets out his own moan of pleasure, his neglected cock wanting nothing more than to fuck her and feel her come. He wonât do anything unless she asks for it though.
The look sheâs giving him tells him she knows exactly whatâs going through his mind. But, she doesnât ask him to fuck her. Not yet.
First, she asks for something else - something she thought she wouldnât want to do, her request catching Bucky off guard, causing his hips to thrust against her.
âCan I suck your cock?â
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âThey think omegas are extinct, but that doesnât stop them from looking.â
PAIRING:Â Alpha!Jungkook x Omega(f)reader
SUMMARY:Â Itâs hard being an omega in a world where they've all but disappeared, but you're safe as long as you stay under the radar. You might be risking it a little bit by working for the Jeon Family, an alpha ruling family, but they have no idea about you. What happens when you're found and taken to your boss, CEO Jeon Jungkook?
WORD COUNT:Â 3.7 k
GENRE: ABO, strangers to lovers, fated lovers, smut
RATING: RÂ (explicit)
WARNINGS: anxiety, kidnapping, tension, mentions of abuse
A.N. Alright, let's get this party on the road đ There are so many Easter eggs and details in this part to kickoff things with the right foot đ A huge thank you to @moonleeai for helping me with every little detail, which I appreciate so much!! đĽ°
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âGood morning. I'd like ube bubble tea, please.â
âName?â
You smiled, giving the barista your nickname instead before paying and moving away to wait.Â
It was not yet past 9 AM, but you couldnât help grabbing your work phone and activating the mobile data. Even though you'd be in the office in ten minutes, it couldn't hurt to already have an idea of what awaited you.
There was no surprise with the amount of notifications popping up; so many so fast, the expensive device froze for a second. You smirked as you reviewed the messages sent through the officeâs private chats, then scrunched up your nose at a few more serious emails. But as you dismissed one notification after the other, taking mental notes of what you should do first, one message made you topple all over yourself when you thumbed it away.
What was that?
CEO Jeon Jungkook is expecting you for a one-on-one call at 9:30 AM.
Your eyes widened impossibly, your perfectly manicured nails carding through your long hair for a moment. What did you just read?!
You opened a private chat with your team director, and your mentor, Yoon Minsik, and sent him a screenshot of the text message.
You scoffed in disbelief; you couldnât believe this was on the table again. Still, what was baffling was that the CEO himself wanted to talk to you about it. It was so ludicrous; it was nonsensical.
You started typing furiously to tell your mentor that he should have handled your rejections to move away with more grace when someone called your nickname for what sounded like the hundredth time.
You turned around on your high heels, your perfectly styled hair falling in long dark waves behind your shoulder over a white silk blazer. The barista staggered, looking at you above her eyeglasses with parted lips, before she blinked and hurried to bow and extend your ube bubble tea.
You were about to smile and thank her for her service when she tripped and lounged forward, scaring you into instinctively grabbing her forearm to keep her steady. Fortunately, she was smaller than you, and since the drink was closed, your white suit was purple-stain free.
Still, the barista fell apart in apologies and bows that left you baffled.
âThereâs nothing to be sorry about. No harm done, see?â You wished the people around you would stop staring and making her feel bad; it made the air too pungent for your sensitive nose. She reminded you of a younger you, going through part-time jobs to push you through law school. âThank you for your kindness.â
You made sure to bow and smile at her properly to put her at ease before heading to your office with a rushed pace. You couldnât risk being late, even if you already knew your answer to the CEOâs proposal.
The expansion of the Jeon conglomerate into Seoul was but a small reflection of the success the company was finding overseas. It made it impossible not to expand to the capital and, naturally, most of the executive and legal teams followed.
Only you had said no at the time, and again just yesterday, when your mentor brought it up again. He should have known better than to go directly to the CEO about something like this. You had no special rapport with the CEO; you were just part of the team that handled multiple international agreements, and you represented the company whenever necessary. You had been told the CEO resented not having his top legal representative more âat handâ, but you doubted he was even aware of your existence. Your work gave prestige to the Busan branch, and you were proud of it. You had even suggested training someone to take functions similar to yours in Seoul. That was still your answer â youâd help out in any way, but there was nothing that could convince you to go to Seoul.
You admitted you never thought youâd sway on that decision, not in a million years. But you had also never imagined someone like CEO Jeon Jungkook, and just looking at him, you thought you could be convinced. When you entered the video call with him, you were expecting a short five-minute call in which anything could happen, from a dismissive âI thought Iâd give it a shotâ, to âYou either do it or youâre fired.â You were ready for both, as adamant as you were about your position. Yet, neither happened.
He entered the call despite clearly needing time to finish a conversation with someone in the room, so you observed him while they talked on mute. His shoulders were wide, framed by a dark blazer that made him look the size of the world. His eyes were dark, introducing a harshness with his eyebrows as he debated something he clearly disagreed on with his interlocutor. His dark hair reached his eyes, falling on what you realized were soft features. CEO Jeon Jungkook was incredibly good-looking, making the blood rush to your cheeks in an instant.Â
You swallowed and tried looking away, grabbing a notebook and a pen just in case you needed to take notes. Unfortunately, it didnât give you much reprieve; your eyes found their way to his neck, thick with a prominent Adamâs apple. As he craned his head to look at something behind the camera, your eyes trailed happily down his throat to his collar bone, where a couple of open buttons revealed perfectly bronzed skinâ
You cleared your voice and started scribbling the date on the notebook; anything to keep you from staring. It didnât last long; a deep voice invaded your ears through your AirPods, âI apologize for the delay. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.â
Your mind blanked as you stared at the screen with currents of warm, ticklish electricity running down your spine.Â
That was his voice. You could barely pay attention to what he was saying, which was so exceptional, it was unthinkable. His looks werenât the issue; your whole body was trying to pinpoint something, and not necessarily his figure. It was as though you were a radio, turning the knob to fine-tune the right frequency. One you knew was yours to attune to, you just needed a bit moreâ
âSo I wanted your opinion on the matter quickly before we meet in twenty minutes.â
You straightened your shoulders, and nodded, shaking those thoughts away. Your boss had a work-related request, and you obliged immediately.
While you resumed the current status of the agreement with an American company looking to use Jeon facilities to carry out research and development of a few products the Jeon conglomerate wanted priority access to, CEO Jeon Jungkook listened intently. You were used to talking and being met with skepticism or even indifference, especially by older stakeholders, who didnât always respect a young woman in such a pivotal role in your department. Yet, the CEO was listening to you with utmost seriousness, as if every word out of your mouth was worth his time and attention.
Because it was; he hadn't achieved his current level of success at such a young age without being highly skilled and intelligent, just like you. You gave him the run-down of the situation and brainstormed with him possibilities that could be included in the agreement with ease. It was frankly refreshing; not too often, you had to waste time reminding board members of concrete information, boundaries, and laws that they should be aware of. Jeon Jungkook wasnât there to waste your time or to scoff at your input; he was there to obtain advice on the best course of action, and it tranquilized you.
It impressed you, also. For someone only two years younger than you, he was phenomenal. Though, you didnât forget what he was. You wondered if the reason why you couldnât take your eyes off him and nearly stopped breathing to hear him attentively was because he was an alpha. You could only guess; to your knowledge, no one at the company knew of him or the Jeon family, and you had no way of knowing if you should feel any type of way about him.
According to your mother, you should. When you first started working for the Jeon conglomerate, she had almost lost her mind, wailing about the sacrifices your ancestors made to keep your family safe, only for you to work right under one of the Families. At the time, you knew better than to scoff at her; after all, you had already presented. It was a hard period for you, having grown up with stories the world told you were make-belief, only to turn eighteen and suddenly feel unexplainable things. The worst was that your sense of smell had evolved, picking up on the faintest scent. If humans could make the air change so quickly based on their emotions, you could only imagine how an alpha could influence a whole room, especially for you.
In the end, your mother had to admit that the Jeon family was too prestigious and far away to ever come into contact with you. That meant that Jeon Jungkook had never met you until now, despite your extensive work at his company. You were the middle person, the worker behind the scenes, writing the proposals, discussing, and bringing things to life. Yoon Minsik or other Seoul-based lawyers would be the ones to appear at formal events when things were done, which you didnât mind as long as you stayed in Busan. Safe.
So Jeon Jungkook had no idea about you.
Still, he sighed when you finished talking and leaned on his right side as he seemed to debate something with himself. âI must confess Yoon Minsik didnât do you justice.â
âIâm sorry?â
You blinked, caught off guard. He had a meeting in five minutes; you were expecting him to say his farewells.
âI knew the Busan team was holding someone exceptional, but Yoon Minsik should have warned me sooner. No one in this office can synthesize, analyze, and keep a high level of scrutiny like you just did on such short notice and in so little time. Not with me, at least.â
You didnât answer, opting for a silent moment to process what he just said. It was surely praise, but you were not about to belittle your Seoul colleagues by agreeing. You also didnât want to sell yourself; you were happy where you were. Finally, you had to stop your chest from swelling with pride. CEO Jeon Jungkook was telling you in so many words that you matched him skillswise, which was incredibly validating. He was also incredible, if you could say so yourself.
He glanced at the edge of the screen, then leaned forward, âYour talents are wasted in the Busan office. Come work with me in Seoul.â
Your cheeks blushed furiously as your body overreacted to his request. Fortunately, your makeup was perfect that morning, and so you could trust he had no clue how much he affected you.
âIâm undoubtedly flattered by your incredible remarks and for such an amazing opportunity, but I must politely decline.â
Your answer was automatic, even though your eyes watered, and your voice didnât hide a tinge of emotion. You were touched by the proposition, by the whole ordeal, really. But nothing could change your mind.
He pursed his lips, âIs there something about this office you dislike? Something youâd like to request? Iâm listening.â
Your heart raced in your chest and you swallowed. Your mind whipped out an impossible thought while you glanced at the clock â 9:58 AM. When you looked back at him, you were almost shocked; he was at ease, just looking at you. As though he didnât have another meeting in two minutes. As though you werenât a replaceable piece in the system. As though he actually was willing to stay there with you and negotiate the conditions that would change your mind and bring you to his side.
You swallowed dryly again, âThe office is great; like I said, itâs an amazing opportunity. I just donât wish to be uprooted.â
A few seconds ticked by in silence while you waited for those soft features to twist into petulance or anger at the rejection.
But then his lips pulled in a crooked smile, and you just knew he was amused, maybe even impressed by your resilience.Â
âItâs a shame, and an incredible loss for this office. But I donât plan on doing without you from here on out. Thank you for your time, talk soon.â
He bowed, and you hurried to do the same through your bewilderment, and in seconds the call was cut. You were left breathless and a little stupefied by CEO Jeon Jungkook.
You werenât sure how to feel about today.
As you shut the front door of your apartment with your heart in your throat and disheveled hair from running, you leaned your back on it as if your weight could stop whoever was chasing you from breaking it down.
Your first instinct was to push the camera button to see outside your apartment and of your apartment building, but it was all normal and quiet. Slowly, your heart calmed as you stared endlessly into such a peaceful and unmoving image, you wondered if it had been hacked to play on a loop.
But then you scoffed and reasoned with yourself; thatâs just an exaggeration. This whole thing was. This whole day was.Â
First, the CEO of your conglomerate all but interviewed you and tried to negotiate you changing offices to Seoul. Just that implausibility could have made that day already sound bonkers.
But then, because you had taken the metro that day, you had to walk a bit home, and you were almost snatched.
You swallowed, getting your heels off. That was exactly what it was â a car had stopped next to you on the street and two men had tried to grab you and push you inside. They must have been coordinated, because the men were following behind you, and the car knew exactly when and where to stop. Still, the nearing car alerted you, so as soon as you felt someone behind you, you were ready to fight. You struggled and managed to slip through their fingers, instantly running to a very busy street nearby. You knew no one would help you even if they saw it, but you were hoping it would deter them at least.
You ran straight home; you hoped they didnât follow you.
You went all the way to your fridge, grabbed a soju bottle in your shaky hands, then turned on the TV to create background noise. You were nervous, trembling, and you needed normalcy to calm down. The familiar sound of a journalist reporting the news allowed you to down half a bottle in a go before heaving a long sigh straight from your soul.Â
Abductions werenât common, but men or cults were known for unorthodox methods like those. You tried to shrug it off as being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but it wasnât enough. The news wasnât enough, either. So you grabbed your phone and called your mother.
âHi, my butterfly. Howâs my precious daughter?â
She instantly started going on about what she was doing and her day, and you finally closed your eyes with a sense of normalcy. You managed to switch clothes while she talked, then went over the small and less impactful moments of your day for obvious reasons â the Jeon alpha and the almost abduction situations would just worry her terribly.
But then the TV reporter started speaking on a piece about a series of attacks targeting women in Busan, and you reached for the remote to increase the volume. Your mother kept talking, none the wiser, while you listened to the piece and noticed the similarities to what happened to you: men followed them on the street, shoved them into a car, asked a bunch of questions, touched them inappropriately, and then let them go.
Your mind was going over the motive of such a weird event when your breath caught. On the screen, the interview of one of the victims shocked you â it was the barista from this morning, eyeglasses and all.
Your alarms went off. âMomâŚâ you interrupted. âI need to tell you something.â
You started by commenting on what the reporter was saying, talking about the events happening locally, and your mother scoffed bitterly, âI told you not to move to the city.â
âItâs just Busan,â you argued, tired of that same old discussion.
âEven Busan is too big! Big cities are hunting grounds forââ
âDo you think thatâs what this is?â You asked more sternly, wanting her opinion without freaking her out.
âYes,â she sighed, knowing her daughter was dismissive of the subject. âIt sounds like theyâre scenting people.â
âWhat?â
âHunting for omegas.â
You bit your lip for a second, still hesitating, âAnd why do you think that is, all of a sudden?â
She hummed, âThey think omegas are extinct, but that doesnât stop them from looking.â
You sighed with exasperation; this was serious, âYou think theyâre hunting ghosts and risking lawsuits?â
âThese Families donât need to worry about petty things like lawsuits! You should know that!â
You groaned, rubbing your face. You had misstepped and given her even more reasons to be agitated, and she didnât know the half of it yet.
âAn omega is a powerful tool to exert control. Remember the legends? Seven great Families once controlled the nationââ
âYeah, yeah, omegas disappeared and now there are only four families,â you wrapped up dismissively. You didnât care about snobs or hierarchies, not even in what concerned your disconcerting CEO. You cared where that left you.
âWhether you want to bury your head in the sand or not, itâs still very much true. The four Families have four unmated alphas, itâs a wonder they didnât start searching sooner.â
âYou think this is them?â you probed, biting down your nail.
âOr someone who knows how valuable such a person can be.â
You scoffed, âHow would they even know who is an omega?â
âSome are trained to pick up the rarest of scents. Donât forget how invaluableââ
âRight, right,â you dismissed, hiding your eyes from the TV and the world. You could still see the barista giving her testimony to the journalist; there was no dismissing it anymore. Your mother was making too much sense, paranoia be damned.
âWhatever Family gets their hands on one will get the upper hand.â
âThis is fucking ridiculous,â you burst in a low hiss, angry at the world. You were not a tool or bargaining chip.
âYou say that because you donât know. You donât know what itâs like to be in a room full of alphas, the power thatââ
âNor do I want to,â you grumbled. âDo I have a reason to worry?â
Your motherâs tone was surprisingly calm, âNo, I donât think so. Our family is not in the registry, they have no way of tracking you down. Why?â
You went over the episode briefly so as not to shock her too much, though to no avail. âMomâŚâ you tried, but she didnât stop her litany of I told you so. âThereâs something else.â
You had to tell her about the barista because to you, that was the nail in the coffin. You were pragmatic and knew the law; regardless of the Familiesâ standing, you didnât believe they were above it. Maybe they did hunt for omegas in order to gain advantage over each other, you couldnât be certain. Realistically, alleging such things would get you nowhere, and you were living under the radar, staying away from the capital where most betas and alphas migrated decades ago. But the barista changed everything. Because you went to that cafĂŠ almost every day and this time, you had touched her. You could have left your scent behind.
It was just too much of a coincidence that the two things happened the same day.
âYou need to leave.â
Your momâs tone dropped, hinting at an incontestable seriousness. You still tried, âYou said Iâm not in the registry.â
âYes, but we canât risk it!â
You groaned, âWhat the hell will they do? Kidnap me?â
âYes!â You pursed your lips this time. âYouâll be seen as a tool! And we donât have the means to protect you!â
You rubbed your eyes but agreed, âI⌠I think I can go to Seoul for a while. For work. I know,â you continued, with a hint of frustration. âItâs the worst place to go, but I have my life, my work. I can't just disappear. Maybe if I leave for a week or so, it will be enough to throw them off.â
Your mother wasnât convinced, but she was reasonable â you could leave tomorrow and ask for vacation as soon as possible to maybe travel and lay low for a while.
It was nerve-wracking, but you were willing to do anything to stay safe and hidden. To stay autonomous and live freely, to not be used as leverage in power games that deemed you a worthless pawn. You just wanted to live your life, regardless of your blood or status.
You had a plan, so after booking a flight and a hotel room, and messaging your mentor about the sudden change of plans, you were able to sleep a few hours. Because you wanted to work the next day, you had an early flight that allowed you to arrive and get ready before starting within normal working hours.
That was how you left, waiting for a taxi in front of your building when the sun wasn't even up. And that was how you were shoved inside a car when you were distracted, and finally taken.
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Kinktober #31 - A/B/O Omegaverse "I See You"
fem!Sub!OmatikayaReader x dom!Alpha!Neteyam
Story Summary: Neteyam is your best friend & he seems intent on keeping you that way only... But he's the only alpha male that you truly desire... Will you succeed in convincing him to let you in, to let you show him what a perfect omega you could be to him, while he battles with his inner demons to resist you?
Note: No use of 'Y/N' in this - I've given the reader a name. So, your name in this is 'Leiko'.
Based off THIS REQUEST and incorporated with the Kinktober Omegaverse prompt.
Warnings: đSexual content 18+, MDNI đ Word count: 10.4k Content: Smut, rough sex, squirting, slick, knotting
Author's Note: I know this prompt is early, it's not quite the 31st yet. However, I'm heading overseas and I won't have my laptop or the internet to post this after today. So, here is the full piece! Thank you to all those who showed their interest from the teaser snippet I posted! I believe I've tagged all of you who asked to be below (and a few others who might be interested đ). Enjoy the ride! 𼰠Thank you to @cinetrix-deactivated20231007 for the render of Neteyam I've used in the cover shot.
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***~~~***
It was getting more and more difficult for Neteyam to smile politely in acknowledgement at the women who lingered around him. Their loitering presence was becoming a nuisance and his patience was wearing thin. He attracted them all currently, alpha, beta and omega alike. Their delicately twitching noses sniffed the air around him and his scent told them everything they needed to know.
An unmated alpha male in his prime, approaching the time of his rut, was a very juicy temptation for females indeed.
The women batted their eyelashes at him, lips dancing in demure smiles. Their tails skimmed his calves interestedly as they passed him and several bolder females even made direct offers of assistance, hoping he would accept. However, Neteyam turned them all down.
The females were only doing what was natural to them, what was instinctual. After all, his body was emitting pheromones that called to them like bees to nectar and his own instincts were urging him to respond in kind, his body also acutely aware of how good they smelled and how appealing their slender bodies were.
Smaller, softer bodies that would so willingly bend under his⌠arched backs and flushed faces⌠rumps pressed against the front of his thighs as he rutted into the sweet heat of themâŚ
Neteyam vanished the thought.
No. He rebelled against his instincts, protested the impulse to give in to his animalistic desires like a creature with no sense or thought. He hated feeling out of control and that was exactly what he was during his ruts, wild and unrestrained. His ruts were an agonising dichotomy that made his body war with his mind. How could something that felt so unbelievably good also make him feel like a complete stranger to himself?
Neteyam quickened his pace, hastening on the path back to his familyâs kelku (home). The sooner he got back, the sooner he could get his dose of suppressant tincture from Kiri.
A long-suffering sigh sounded from behind him and a firm hand clapped him on the shoulder, âHonestly bro, itâd be so much easier if you just agreed to see out your rut with a woman. There are plenty of females whoâd be more than happy to assist.â
Shrugging his brotherâs hand off, Neteyam continued his speedy trudge, âNo. I wonât be a slave to my hormones and treat a woman like a piece of meat for three days.â
Loâak snorted and scoffed, âThey enjoy it. What about that donât you get? They get pleasure out of it too. I mean, I didnât see Mali complaining after that one rut she saw you through a couple of years ago. Sheâs offered again since, hasnât she?â
Neteyam chewed on his bottom lip and his forehead wrinkled in a deep frown. He remembered that rut. Itâd been his second one. Ruts started in males around the age of eighteen and occurred approximately once every year. The first one usually came on suddenly and unexpectedly with little lead up. As a result, most males spent their first rut alone in one of the clanâs designated havens. Thankfully though, first ruts were also milder in general as the body slowly accustomed itself to the potent rush of rut hormones.
Despite the milder intensity of his first rut, Neteyam still remembered it being an unpleasant experience. Hot, bothered and painfully aroused with no partner to slake the burning of his flesh, heâd struggled through it to ease his elevated desires on his own. So when the symptoms signalling the impending arrival of his second rut had surfaced the following year, heâd gratefully accepted Maliâs offer of assistance.
Mali was a fellow hunter-warrior and they were familiar with each other, having worked alongside each other for years. She was an attractive beta female and he got along well with her. Overall, the one rut heâd spent with her could be called a success. She was warm and willing and despite him not being able to knot her due to her beta designation, the sex had still been incredibly satisfying and it had done a lot to soothe the raging lust in in his veins. However, thereâd been an unexpected side effect to his experience.
All through the lust-filled haze of his rut, his body riddled with aching desire, Neteyam had felt feral and unbridled. Heâd felt so detached from and unlike his usual calm and measured self, that it had alarmed him. Itâd felt like being trapped in a strangerâs body, looking out through his own eyes and yet unable to stop himself from behaving like an untamed beast. Heâd demanded and performed so many lecherous acts on Mali and while the pleasure had been intense in the moment, heâd been revolted by his own behaviour after his rut had passed.
âBro,â Loâak said when Neteyam didnât answer, having clearly gotten lost in his thoughts.
âSorry, what?â
Loâak pursed impatient lips and gave several disapproving clicks of his tongue, âSee? The rut fog is starting.â
âI havenât got rut fog.â Neteyam grouched, âIâm just thinking.â
âMm hmm,â Loâak didnât sound the least bit convinced, âYeah right. Youâve been spaced out for days, bro. You canât keep staving your ruts off with the suppressant. Somethingâs going to have to give, sooner or later.â
âI know.â Neteyam snarled tetchily, âIâll just get through this weekâs work and then Iâll just get it over and done with after.â
âAnd you need to let a woman help you this time.â
Neteyam emitted a soft growl, âNo, bro. Iâm going to see it out on my own.â
âFor the love of Eywa! Why are you such a stubborn ass about this? No other alpha male sees his ruts out alone. Itâs unheard of!â Loâak cried in exasperation, âWhy would you suffer through it on your own? Itâs fucking horrible, especially when there are so many willing women, willing omega women who are eager to help!â
âI feel so out of control during my ruts that I donât recognise myself! And the things that I did to MaliâŚâ Neteyam exclaimed before he paused, his face twisting into a grimace, âSheâs a person, and I didnât treat her as such.â
Loâak would have rolled his eyes and proclaimed his brother a righteous asshole, but he knew Neteyam wasnât behaving like this to be better than everyone else or to prove he had more control than other alphas. His brother had spent his last two ruts on his own and Loâak knew theyâd both been difficult and harrowing experiences. No alpha male would suffer like this for the mere sake of sanctimony. As an alpha male himself, Loâak knew this for a fact. Neteyam was genuinely distressed by his own behaviour.
âThis is going to sound so bad, but the women want to be used and abused. The omegas want to be pinned down and knotted.â Loâak offered mildly, maintaining quick strides to keep up with his brother, âThey wouldnât offer otherwise. Youâre the most sought-after male in this clan. Future oloâeyktan. The opportunity to be noticed by you and potentially chosen by you as a mate is very enticing.â
âI donât want to do to another woman what I did to Mali.â
âYou didnât do anything to Mali, you did things with her. She was perfectly happy and sheâd do it again.â
âNope.â The âpâ in the word was uttered with an audible pop of Neteyamâs lips, âYouâre not changing my mind, Loâak. Drop the subject.â
Loâak had never been a quitter though and being annoying was his forte, âYou know, what you need is an omega to knot. Maliâs a beta, maybe you wouldnât feel like that now if youâd been with an omega female during your first rut. Great Mother, knotting feels so fucking good-â
âLoâak.â Neteyamâs hiss was a warning.
âSeriously, bro. Maybe try an omega youâre familiar with. Leiko is an omega-â
Loâakâs didnât get a chance to finish his sentence. His words died on his tongue when his brother whirled around to face him with an aggressive and rumbling growl, âDonât even say it! Sheâs my best friend!â
Hands held up in surrender, Loâak dropped the subject, âAlright, alright!â
Reaching the threshold of their familyâs kelku, Neteyam pushed the entry flaps aside testily and strode into the space. His mother was stirring a pot of what smelled like sturmbeest stew over the central hearth and his sisters were seated not far from her, chopping vegetables and grinding herbs. Muttering a greeting of return to them under his breath, his eyes sought Kiriâs and he tipped his chin up at her twice in an unspoken query.
Kiri knew exactly what her brother was asking for and she shared a disapproving look with their mother. Neytiri merely shook her head and breathed out a deep sigh, noting how her eldest-born son was studiously avoiding her gaze.
Kiri rose gracefully from where she was crouched to rummage through her chest of medicinal supplies. Finding the bottle she was after she uncorked it and decanted a dose of its contents into a small drinking vessel. Approaching Neteyam she held it out to him, her nose wrinkling uneasily, âItâs losing efficacy. I can smell you from a mile away.â
Tipping the vesselâs contents into his mouth, he ingested the full dose in one astringent gulp. He grimaced at the foul tang of it, âThanks. I know. I just need more time.â
The sudden sound of wood clattering harshly echoed in the kelku, shattering the previously peaceable atmosphere. All eyes turned to their mother, whoâd intentionally slammed the wooden ladle sheâd been using onto a platter at her side.
Neytiri was irked, her ears pinned and her breaths were deep, âHow much longer will you deny your nature, son? This is the path the Great Mother has chosen for you to walk. You are an alpha male! Your ruts are a natural part of you. Your strength and dominance, your virility, they are all gifts to be embraced, not repressed!â
The Sully children collectively winced at their motherâs bark. It was at times like this that Neteyam was reminded of his motherâs own alpha designation. Female alphas were not extremely rare, but they were uncommon, as were male omegas.
Females typically presented as betas or omegas when they came of age, and males tended to present as betas or alphas. Though out of the three classes, betas were the most common. Alphas were inclined towards more dominants traits and behaviours, while omegas displayed more passive traits. Betas were a mixture of the two.
Individuals were free to mate whoever they wished, and while you did see alpha-alpha matings and alpha-beta matings around (like their parents, their father being a beta male), betas typically mated other betas and alphas tended to mate omegas. The physiological presence of an alpha maleâs genital knot appeared to influence this, with only omega females possessing the bodily capability to be knotted and tied.
Neteyam clenched his jaw and shuffled apprehensively on his feet, âI understand that, saânu (mother). But the hunter-warriors have a busy week this week and I have duties to tend to at work. Itâs only for the next couple of days until the new week begins. Iâll stop the suppressant then.â
Neytiri gave a reproachful hiss of frustration, âYou are grown now. I pray to Eywa that she will bring you a good match soon, a good omega female to take care of you. She will bring you comfort and such a match would breed strong children to ensure the clanâs line of succession.â
Taking the empty drinking vessel from Neteyam, Kiri huffed and grumbled something under her breath as she moved to re-pack the medicinal chest, something about him being stupid, blind and stubborn. Annoyed, Neteyam was about to demand that his sister repeat what sheâd muttered aloud, but another severe glare from his mother stopped him. Neytiri wouldnât take kindly to any bickering from her children under her roof when she was already in a fractious mood.
The Sully children knew that if they wanted dinner, theyâd better be on their best behaviour or there would be nothing but twisted ears and empty bowls awaiting them.
***~~~***
You sat on the woven mat in the tsahĂŹkâs hut, grateful for the quiet day. Moâat was out visiting her usual schedule of older patients in their homes and apart from a little one who was recovering from a particularly nasty bout of fever, there were no other patients about and no one else had come through to be tended to. The little boy was napping in the far corner behind a wooden partition while you and Kiri milled about peeling fruit, steeping roots and making herbal pastes.
It wouldâve been a wonderful opportunity to catch up with Kiri, perhaps indulge in some girlish gossip, but Kiri was not in a chatty frame of mind. She hadnât whined, she hadnât grouched, but you knew her like the back of your hand and you knew she was grumpy. You were close with the Sullys. Your parents had been fast friends with Jake and Neytiri since their younger years. Youâd grown up alongside the Sully children as a result and you were closest in age to Neteyam and Kiri.
Being the oldest of four yourself, you and Neteyam had gotten along well, bonding over the mutual responsibilities of being the eldest and having to simultaneously watch your siblings. Youâd both pursued different paths from an early age; Neteyam knew he wanted to be a hunter-warrior, whereas youâd always found solace in nursing and healing the sick and injured. Despite these differences in schooling and interests, you remained close friends as you both grew up. You were close to Kiri too, but Neteyam was your best friend. Not a single day had gone by where you hadnât hung out and spent time with each other.
Until the day youâd officially presented as an omega a few moons after your eighteenth birthdayâŚ
Neteyam had started putting more distance between you then. It had been three years since and while you were still close to him, it wasnât every day that you hung out anymore. It was more like once a week, but you both made the time still and blamed everything else on the busyness of adulthood. While that wasnât untrue, you knew that it was also his alpha designation and your omega designation that caused him to distance himself.
âYouâre cranky.â You pronounced playfully, a small smile dancing on your lips as you watched Kiri sigh over her bowl of mashed roots.
âIâm cranky because everyone at home is cranky, and everyone is cranky because Neteyam is cranky.â Kiri complained, her beautiful face wrinkled and pouty in annoyance. âHonestly Leiko, you need to talk to him. He wonât listen to any of us. Not even Grandmother.â
You chewed on your bottom lip pensively, knowing full well the reason for Neteyamâs touchy demeanour, âYou know that Iâm the last person he wants to see right now given his circumstances.â
Kiri decanted her masticated blob of roots into a bigger vessel and testily plopped more boiled tubers into her bowl to begin the mashing process all over again, âYes well, unfortunately you might also be the only person who can convince him to stop his madness and accept the nature of his designation. Iâm not saying that you need to be the one to see him through his rut. It can be anyone else! He just needs to let it happen!â
Kiriâs exasperation was clear and you frowned in sympathy, âI donât know, Kiri.â
âThe both of you are close. Best friends right? Thatâs what you always say?â Kiri pleaded, âHe trusts you. He listens to you. See if you can talk some sense into that skxawng.â
You pondered Kiriâs request, hesitant because it was a very touchy topic between you and Neteyam. Youâd confronted him once, years ago when the distance between you had first begun to grow. Youâd been hurt and confused by his avoidant behaviour, and youâd eventually cornered him one night after communal last meal. Youâd sought him out for two reasons. One was to confront him around his strange behaviour and the second was to ask him to see you through your next heat.
Youâd had your first heat the year before that and as it had come on very suddenly, another alpha male in the clan had seen you through it. Even prior to your official presentation as an omega, youâd known that it would be your likely designation. There had been signs in your behaviour and your manner. Neteyamâs own alpha designation had been similarly predictable and heâd never shown any sign of discomfort at the idea. In the back of your young mind, youâd always known that you wanted Neteyam to be your heat partner.
Gentle, responsible and charming Neteyam... You knew heâd take care of you⌠You recognised back then that your feelings for your best friend had grown into more than friendly. However, when youâd cornered him that fateful evening and confronted him, what had followed was the most heated row youâd ever had with your best friend.
Neteyam had confessed to you what had happened during his second rut with Mali. Heâd condemned his behaviour, rejected his designation, and told you he wanted you both to spend less time around each other, especially when either of you was approaching a heat or a rut. Shocked and confused, youâd called him silly followed by all sorts of stronger words when your argument had continued to escalate.
When youâd offered to see him through his next rut, thinking the close bond you shared might quell his uneasiness, Neteyam had recoiled with such aversion to the idea that it had stunned you speechless. And youâd been quietly hurt by it. Heâd been so adamant. Perhaps it was your natural submissiveness, or the fact that youâd been so afraid to lose his friendship, but youâd acquiesced and pushed him no further. Needless to say, you never asked him to see you through any of your heats after that.
Even now the thought was sore, but you buried your feelings and carried on.
âPlease?â Kiriâs voice beseeched, interrupting your train of thought, and you realised that you hadnât answered her yet.
âHe wonât want to see me. We have an agreement that we keep our distance at times like these.â You countered, tucking one of your stray braids behind your pointed year. You resumed your task of peeling, avoiding Kiriâs eyes in the hope that she would give up on her attempt to convince you.
Kiri sagged in defeat and her expression turned troubled, âItâs unhealthy, what heâs doing. He canât change what Eywa has given him.â She was growing in upset, her large doe-eyes shining with tears, âI just want him to be happy, and heâll never be if he canât accept this part of him.â
Hating the sight of Kiriâs distress, you reached out to pull her into a tight hug, âIâll try, OK? I canât promise anything, but Iâll talk to Neteyam.â
***~~~***
You werenât a hunter or warrior by any means, but here you were, rather successfully stalking one of the clanâs apex warriors.
To be fair, the rising intensity of Neteyamâs rut hormones were likely clouding his senses, dulling them, but you gave yourself a mental pat on the back nonetheless. You may have ultimately chosen to pursue the art of healing under the tsahĂŹk, but all young clan members were required to learn survival basics as part of passing their rites, and those skills were not entirely lost on you even after all these years.
The mossy bark was both soft and rough in parts against the skin of your front. You kept your torso low against the large tree bough you were perched on and the tuft of your tail weaved in a mischievous dance behind you. You raised yourself a little on your forearms, watching your prey as he moved in the woodland glade below you.
Neteyamâs hair was pulled back and secured by a loose tie, which was very unlike his usual preference for having his braids free. However, the tie kept his hair away from his neck and you could see the swollenness of his scent glands on either side of his neck, raised and sensitive. You watched soundlessly as he knelt on the bank of a small clearwater spring, cupping handfuls of water and splashing his face, chest and forearms, likely trying to alleviate the prickling burn of his skin, another symptom of his impending rut.
Neteyam had retreated from the rest of the clan after last meal and youâd trailed him here. Youâd called on every single lesson you could remember around the basics of hunting: soft and sure feet, quietly measured breaths, keeping enough of a distance etc. Youâd ensured to stay downwind from him the entire time so that your scent would not carry towards him and alert him of your presence.
However, staying downwind from him meant that his scent was washing over you in a constant stream in the light breeze and Great Mother did he smell amazing. He was on the brink of his rut and his elevated alpha pheromones beckoned to your omega senses like the most delectable fruit; sweet, spicy and juicy. But Neteyam was forbidden fruit to you... Heâd set that boundary, clear as day, all those years ago. You were his best friend⌠And he appeared to want to keep you that way only.
Your lips turned into a small pout and your face twisted into an unhappy moue at the thought. Deep in the darkest, most hidden part of your soul, you knew he was the only alpha male you truly wanted. He was your best friend and you loved him as such, but you wanted to love him too as more than thatâŚ
Your last two heats had been spent with another alpha male, Nalu. While Nalu was lovely and being knotted by him served to assuage your raging heat hormones well enough, it was always Neteyamâs face and form that you fantasised of in place of his. Another alluring waft of Neteyamâs scent drifted up to your nose and you reminded yourself sternly of Kiriâs assignment: Convince him to accept a partner for his rut and nothing more.Â
Deciding that now was as good a time as any other, you shifted to balance yourself on all fours, creeping back along the large bough towards the treeâs main trunk to climb down to the forest floor. You intentionally shuffled noisily as you descended, not wanting to startle Neteyam.
âWhoâs there?â His deep voice called.
âItâs just me.â You replied calmly, letting go to hop to the ground once you were low enough. Approaching him gradually, you could see he wasnât pleased to see you. You attempted to broach conversation with a light-hearted jibe, âGotcha! Iâve never been successful tracking you unnoticed before.â
Neteyamâs tail was stationary, hanging stiff and straight behind him. His ears were pinned so flat you almost couldnât see them and his nostrils were flaring intermittently. You maintained your cautious approach. Little rivulets of water were cascading down his muscular chest from where heâd splashed himself earlier and you quietly rebuked yourself for ogling. But he looked so good, so perfectly alpha male⌠And he needed you⌠His pheromones were screaming for you, for an omegaâŚ
âWhat are you doing here, Lei?â The words were ground out tightly from Neteyam, but a soft part of you thrilled at the use of his shortened nickname for you. Only he called you that.
Stopping just over an armâs length away from him, you felt saliva pool hungrily in your cheeks as his alpha male scent swirled around to envelope you in an invisible embrace. His scent was so concentrated at this distance and it was making gooey warmth pool in your tummy and farther below. Your eyes met his and you saw his jaw was clenched tightly, his nose wrinkling and twitching involuntarily. He could definitely smell you tooâŚ
âKiri asked me to try and talk some sense into you.â You stated in as even a tone as possible. You wanted to reach out and touch him, trace the pads of your fingers over the hot skin of his brawny chest and impressive biceps.
Neteyamâs sigh was mixed with a growl of frustration, âWeâre not going to talk. We agreed that we wouldnât go near each other at times like this.â
Steeling yourself you fixed him with an obstinate glare, âI wouldnât be here if you listened to Kiri and your family. Take a partner this time for your rut. Youâre being ridiculous riding it out on your own like this every year. Itâs not healthy for you to do this.â
You watched while Neteyam pawed vexedly at his eyes, irritation scrawled across his usually handsome and charming face. His fingers moved to press at the scent glands on his neck and you knew, no doubt, that they were aching.
âJust leave me alone. I donât want to be lectured. Iâve ridden things out on my own the last two years. This one will be no different.â Neteyam grumbled tightly. He turned then and began to walk away from you.
Nope, you werenât having that.
Striding after him, you snagged at one of his wrists to stop him and Neteyam recoiled, wrenching his wrist from your grip with a snarl. An apology was quick to leave you when you realised youâd grazed the other set of sensitive scent glands on his inner wrist in the process, âSorry! Just stop walking away!â
âI canât be near you right now! You should know better than to come and find me!â
âIâm worried about you! As are the rest of your family!â
âIâll be fine. Leave me be!â
The tension was rapidly escalating between you. Neteyam was growing more and more agitated with each passing second, but so were you.
âThis is part of you, Neteyam!â You scolded, purposely stepping into his path so he came face to face with you, âI know the rut you spent with Mali was disturbing for you somehow, but what you experienced was completely natural!â
âItâs natural for me to be a mindless brute?! Out of control and like an animal?â
You had to suppress the urge to roll your eyes and tug at your hair in exasperation. The healer in you bullied its way to the forefront of your mind and you exclaimed, âYes, thatâs why itâs called a rut! Your hormones need to peak in their cycle and they will influence your actions and urges. This is the Great Motherâs way of ensuring future generations!â
Neteyamâs laugh was caustic and he spat in response, âUgh, you sound like my mother.â
âWell, your mother is right!â You pressed, and your clenched fists mirrored Neteyamâs own as you both stared each other down.
âNo. Itâs not who I am! I donât want to use a womanâs body like that!â
This was the same battle his family had fought with him for the last two years. You didnât understand where Neteyamâs distress came from. It was unusual; no other alpha male behaved like this or had any qualms about undergoing their ruts. Kiri had a theory that perhaps Maliâs beta hormones hadnât gelled with Neteyamâs the way an omegaâs might have, resulting in an out of kilter experience that had harmed more than helped him.
âKiri thinks things might be different if you let an omega help you this time! Please donât be stubborn!â
âOh, and I suppose thatâs why my sister sent you along to convince me?â Neteyam hissed, his face marred by a disgruntled scowl. To your surprise he stepped towards you, his much larger frame looming over yours.
âNo, thatâs not why she sent me. Itâs because Iâm your best friend and sheâs hoping youâll listen to me.â You muttered quietly, swallowing the lump in your throat. He was so close to you, his chest heaving while his deep breaths fanned over you.
You could feel your own omega instincts taking hold of you. An alpha was in need of an omega; your chosen alpha⌠The alpha that your inner omega had craved for the last few years⌠You wanted to yield to him. You wanted him to dominate you, bend you into a mating press and slake his rampant lust with the use of your body, and to hell with the rest of it.
Neteyam gritted his teeth and he backed away from you then, shaking his head, âNo. Iâm done talking. Leave.â
âI can help. Let me help you.â You entreated. This wasnât part of your plan, but your instincts were working in full force now, urging you to serve your alpha, âI donât want you to suffer. Itâll be different this time.â
A tormented groan left Neteyam and he pressed his hands to his face in aggravation. His tone was brusque and he was clearly losing his cool, âNo, go awayLeiko!â
âNeteyam please-â
âNO! What part of âgo awayâ do you not understand?!â Neteyam bellowed harshly, âI DONâT WANT IT TO BE YOU!â
The alpha-tone was clear in his command and you flinched hard at his shout. You shrank from him, hurt by his words. You would have sunk to your knees in complete submission if not for the last shred of your dignity that you were desperately clutching on to. Heâd refused your offer to see him through his ruts once before. Despite already knowing his outlook, hearing the words again didnât dull the sharp sting of them.
He didnât want to be your alpha and he didnât want you to be his omega⌠Your arms intuitively wrapped around yourself and you kept your head bowed in submission while your vision blurred, your eyes pooling with unbidden tears.
You fought the sob that was making its way up your tightening throat and you stammered out, âIt doesnât h-have to be me. There are other omegas who are willing. I spoke to Nani earlier. Sheâs on standby if you want h-her instead.â
You swiped at your eyes with the back of your hands, desperately trying and failing to hold back the streams of wetness that were determined to trace a path down the planes of your face. Your mortification at being so plainly rejected burned hot on your neck and cheeks, but even so, every fibre in your being was compelling you to convince Neteyam that he needed you, that you would be a good omega for him, that you could be everything he needed to soothe and satisfy him during his rut.
The scent glands on your neck and wrists tingled emitting your own potent scent into the environment. Your closed stance and bent head screamed your submission, and you heard Neteyam grate out a harsh and muffled curse. Lifting your gaze a bit to peer at him, though your head remained dipped, you saw that he appeared to be fighting a battle of wills within himself. His face was a grimace, but the pupils of his eyes were dilated wide and you didnât miss the way they scrutinised your body hungrily.
Neteyamâs gaze lingered on your chest and his throat bobbed as he swallowed. The conscious effort of restraint was evident in his voice when he spoke, âItâs not that you donât appeal to me. Thatâs not what I mean when I say that I donât want you to see me through my rut.â
A little frond of hope unfurled inside you and it gave you enough courage to lift your chin to look him in the eyes. Perspiration was beading along his hairline and his breathing was too controlled, almost as if he was resisting the urge to pant.
Meekly, you asked, âThen why wonât you let me help you? I want to.â
His expression turned aggrieved, âBecause I donât want you to see what Iâm like. Youâre important to me, Lei. Youâre my best friend and I canât bear to have you think less of me.â
You shook your head at him slowly, your feet shuffling closer to him, âThis is only one part of you. I would never think less of you for doing whatâs only natural.â
Neteyam didnât move and he showed no objection to you inching closer to him. His eyes tracked yours as you drew nearer until you were so close that he was looking down his nose at you, your forehead a scant handâs length from his chin. With the height difference between you, your head was tilted a fair way back to maintain the eye contact.
Eywa, he was so much bigger than you⌠Neteyam had always been taller, but his alpha hormones had really taken root in the last few years. Heâd shot upward, his chest and shoulders had broadened, and his torso had filled out with bulky muscle. He was the very epitome of an alpha male: Strong and dominant, protector and provider.
The omega in you would do anything and everything to please him if it meant youâd have a chance at mating him one day, a chance at him fathering and raising young with you. Of course there were societal customs that had to be abided by too. Having children outside of a mated bond was frowned upon, so while instinctual heat and rut cycles had to run their course, there were various medicines that could be used to prevent conception.
In alpha-omega pairings, conception was also at its most potent when both male and female were simultaneously in heat and in rut. It was not uncommon in mated alpha-omega pairs for the femaleâs heat to trigger her mateâs rut and vice versa. And while conception was still possible outside of this mutual spike of fertility, it was less common. Your last heat had already been and gone a couple of moons ago, so the risk of pregnancy was low. Not that this in any way diminished your inner omegaâs desire to see Neteyam through his rut and enjoy the mindless pleasure you knew would come with the experience.
Parting your lips, you let your breath sip in simultaneously through your mouth and nose, smelling him and tasting his captivating scent on your tastebuds. Neteyamâs lips were parted too, no doubt scenting you the same way.
âYou reek.â Neteyamâs statement was frank, but despite his undesirable choice of words, his tone was unconvincing. His words came out like more of a rough moan than a growl.
Unable to resist your yearning to touch him any longer, your fingertips grazed the jut of his hip bones where you settled your palms against him. You whispered in response, âYou smell really good too.â
You stepped right up to him, slotting your feet between his wider-placed ones to press yourself against his front. Your fingers tantalised his sides and you splayed your hands against his ribs, relishing in the feel of his scorching skin beneath your palms as you smoothed them up towards his shoulder blades. You hugged him, rubbing your cheek and jawline against his shoulder, marking him with your own scent glands. You could smell nothing except the heady and enthralling aroma of his pheromones now, and your thighs clenched with your rising desire for him.
A quiet and strangled sound escaped Neteyam, âLast chance. Get out of here.â
In spite of his words, his body was playing a very different tune and you almost laughed at the contradiction. One of his arms had shifted to snake around your back, trapping you against him, and his other hand had slid down to squeeze at one plush round of your derriere. He was nosing through your hair, sniffing you, and you could feel the unmistakeable hardness of his arousal pushing against your abdomen.
You sighed out a breathy moan. The solid strength of his body against yours wasnât enough; you wanted his heavy weight bearing down on yours and you wanted to be entangled in the cage of his strong arms while your bodies joined and moulded to each otherâs in the most carnal of ways. Intoxicated by your primeval craving for him, one of your hands skimmed down to caress the skin of his hip while the other encircled his tail near its base, stroking it in a crude mimicry of what you could be doing to his cock instead.
Angling your head up you nuzzled at his jaw, âI donât want to get out of here. Take me. Iâll be good to you, Neteyam.â
Neteyamâs tail tensed, arcing into a stiff curl towards his upper back as he enjoyed the tormenting stroke of your hand over one of the most erogenous zones of his body. His pelvis rolled lightly, rubbing the clothed length of his erection against you. His breathing was coming in harsh pants by your ear now and his frame juddered with barely reined control.
The fragility of his restraint was palpable in his voice when he growled out a final warning, âI wonât be gentle or patient. I will use you, fuck you and knot you until youâre overflowing with me, in your hands, in your pussy, from your lips; youâll taste me on your tongue for weeks.â
You pushed your nose into the crook of his neck and took a deep inhale of him, followed by a daring lick of your tongue right over one of his scent glands. Your response was a wanton hiss, âYes, alpha.â
You both felt and heard Neteyamâs restraint snap. He crushed your slighter frame to his with a coarse growl that sent hot shivers prickling through you. The thin ties of your delicately strung top strained against your skin for only a brief moment before they gave way in a burst of beads, feathers and leaves, as he tore the garment from your body to expose your breasts.
Your nipples kissed the cooling night air and your gaze tilted skyward when he fisted one hand in the braids at the base of your skull, bending you backward with a strong arm around your waist to support your weight entirely. You only managed a glimpse of his eyes, ravenous with lust, before he delivered a swift and biting kiss to one of your breasts. The rasp of his tongue over the pointed bud made you cry out and molten heat began to liquefy at the junction of your thighs.
Youâd succeeded in awakening the rutting alpha and you knew that you would be devoured tonight and for the next three or four days until his rut subsided. Â
Neteyamâs hands were vise-like around you, clutching you to him as you arched backward, partially suspended in the secure cradle of his hold. You had one leg hitched around his hip while the other remained grounded. He growled feverishly as he feasted on your breasts, nipping, sucking and leaving purpling love bites that would mark your skin for days. You could feel yourself descending into a lust-filled haze of your own and a sense of urgency speared through the deepening fog when you remembered you were both in the middle of a glade where anyone could walk in on you.
Your fingers squeezed at the firm muscle of his shoulders and you urged him with a gasp, âWe need to get to a haven.â
Neteyamâs only response was to scoop a forearm under your bottom to lift you upright and back you against the trunk of the nearest tree. The skin of your neck was the next location of his desirous assault. His tongue laved against your scent glands and when he sucked on the sensitive spot in an open-mouthed kiss, you felt the first gush of slick wet your inner thighs. One of his arms loosened from beneath your rear and he palmed at one cheek of your bottom with his freed hand. His fingers snaked towards your core to probe at the drenched fabric over your pussy and you felt more than heard the animalistic rumble of approval in his chest.
âYou smell so fucking good.â He remarked, his voice deep and gravelly, âBet you taste good too.â
You gave an involuntary squeal when two of his fingers pushed roughly past the side-seam of the fabric to penetrate you down to his last knuckle. Though sudden, the entry was easy, your slick making your core slippery as a river eel. Your pussy clenched down around his fingers, welcoming them into your snug heat. Neteyam pumped his fingers several times and your head lolled, thudding back onto the tree bark behind you, your eyes rolling into your skull at the pleasure.
Your inner walls pulsed and throbbed while his fingers worked and when he withdrew them moments later, the whine of protest you let out was pitiful. Through half-lidded eyes you watched him bring his fingers, shining with your slick, to his mouth where he then sucked the digits clean with a primal groan of satisfaction.
He fixed you with wild eyes as he licked his lips and smirked, âYou taste like the sweetest nectar.â
You whimpered at his salacious action. There was no trace of restraint left in the burning amber of his eyes. Heâd succumbed fully to the impulse of his rut and there would be no stopping him now. You needed to get to a haven or heâd take you with wild abandon here on the forest floor of the glade.
You squirmed against his hard body, still thoroughly pinned between his torso and the tree, âNeteyam, letâs go. Thereâs a haven not far from here.â
He brushed your comment off with a scoff, busying himself with nibbling at the delicate shell of one of your ears instead. He murmured, âNo, I want you here. Now.â
Great Mother, you wanted to just give in to him⌠But the risk of being walked in on was only one of your concerns. Neither of you would be thinking straight soon and it was dangerous out in the open where predators lurked. Havens provided a safe and sheltered space for individuals and couples to weather the blissful storms of heats and ruts. They were also well-stocked with food, fruit and plenty of water to last several days. It went without saying that a lot of moisture was lost during these liaisons, so water to rehydrate was of great importance.
However, convincing a rutting alpha male using logic wasnât going to work, so you had to work smart.
Gathering what was left of your wits, you purred to him, âYes, alpha. Take your tewng (loincloth) off and have me then.â
Neteyamâs grin was a leer of endorsement at your suggestion and he shifted to remove his clothing. The moment he stepped back enough to allow your feet to touch the earth, you seized the opportunity darting out to the side away from him and broke into a run towards the nearest haven. His roar of outrage at your escape was thunderous and it echoed through the canopy above.
You pumped your legs as hard as you could, knowing that you were ultimately no match for his warrior athleticism and male strength. He would catch you sooner or later. You could see the thatched roof of the haven hut in the distance and you could only hope you reached it before he caught you. His heavy footfalls were swift at your back and your body thrummed with exhilaration at the chase. Your pussy throbbed and tingled in anticipation and another gush of warm slick trickled down your thighs. Your loincloth was ruined you were sure. You didnât think any amount of washing was going to remove the pungent scent of your arousal that had thoroughly soaked its fibres.
Neteyamâs growls sounded like they were right behind you and you didnât know if it was your imagination, but you swore you could feel his hot breath against the nape of your neck. Your nipples prickled, erect, as your pert breasts bounced while you ran. A little spark of triumph burst in your chest when you realised youâd succeeded in getting Neteyam to accept a rut partner. The fact that youâd seduced him into accepting you as the partner in question was just an added bonus.
Eywa you couldnât wait for him to touch you and consume you in his desire⌠Youâd fantasised about this countless timesâŚ
Reaching the draping flaps of the haven, you burst into the space just as you felt Neteyamâs limbs tangle with yours when he reached out to grab you. You tripped over one of his feet, falling to your knees when he didnât manage to grab your upper arms in time to stop your tumble. The woven rug on the haven floor cushioned your knees, thankfully, and apart from a slightly painful thud from the impact, you were otherwise unhurt.
Spinning on all fours to face him, you were forced back onto your haunches when you found him looming over you, barely an armâs length from you. His chest was rising and falling deeply, but it wasnât because he was out of breath. No, a warriorâs stamina was unmatched. His uninhibited desire was the cause of his heaving breaths. He was completely naked, having managed to rid himself from his loincloth, and his arousal was clear from the jutting length of his impressive erection.
Still on sitting on your heels, you peered up at his towering form. The look in his eyes was voracious, feral, and you thrilled in anticipation. Eywa help you, his cock was gorgeous⌠It was long and girthy, and abeautiful striated blue with swirling tanhĂŹ adorning its length. You could see the beginnings of his knot at the base of it, though it hadnât yet begun to swell. His cock was topped with a fat and blushing mauve head, its slit already dribbling a tantalising string of pre-cum.
Neteyam approached you, his teeth gleaming in the diminished light of the havenâs interior. He grouched petulantly, âDonât you fucking run from me again.â
âI-I thought it was best that we settle here.â You stuttered in response, your eyeline still very focused on his rigid cock as it neared your face with his approach.
âYou thought it best, huh?â Neteyam mocked, and his expression turned wicked as he proceeded to run the head of his cock against the seam of your lips, âI think itâs best if I stuff that mouth of yours, omega.â
Your mouth popped open in unrestrained agreement and you moaned when he pushed the fat tip into your eager mouth. You felt your jaw stretch to its limit as he pushed the remainder of his length past your lips and you fought your gag reflex as the head of him hit the back of your throat. This wasnât the first time youâd seen an alpha through his rut. Your arrangement with Nalu was a mutual one; he saw you through your heats and you assisted with his ruts. So, the deep blowjob wasnât new, but Neteyam wasnât small by any means. Like his tall stature and brawny frame, he was proportionate here too.
The taste of him was tangy and musky on your tongue while you swallowed him down as best you could. Neteyamâs groans of pleasure rang out around you, and he threaded the fingers of one hand through your braids at the crown of your head while his other and cupped your cheek. His hips began to piston, fucking your face in a slow and deliberate drag of his hard flesh in and out of your mouth. You encircled the base of his cock with one hand where the bulbous tissue of his knot was burgeoning.
âFuck, you look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock.â Neteyam hissed tightly, his upper lip curled upward in a carnal snarl of enjoyment.
You groaned around him and your free hand moved to tweak at one of your nipples, which sent electrifying jolts of pleasure straight to your clit and core. Your slick must be pooling on the rug beneath you now, you were certain. Your pussy burned with molten pleasure and every nerve ending there was impatient to be touched, but you had to serve your alpha first.
Neteyam picked up the pace of his hips and tears stung in the inner corners of your eyes as you concentrated on breathing through your nose while choking on his cock every time he bottomed out. You continued to massage his knot, loving the way the length of him pulsated in bliss in your mouth.
âYouâre a good girl. Good little omega. You like choking on your alphaâs cock, do you? Yeah, thatâs it. Reach down into that tewng and play with yourself for me.â
Great Mother, Neteyamâs dirty mouth was so sexy⌠This certainly was a side of him youâd never seen, the alpha male side that heâd fought so hard to keep hidden from you. You loved it⌠This was better than any fantasy youâd ever hadâŚ
You loosened the ties of your loincloth with your free hand, letting the sodden fabric peel away from the hottest part of you. When your fingers ghosted past your swollen clit you whined wretchedly, earning a strangled grunt from Neteyam as your whine vibrated around his cock. You rubbed at your clit whilst intermittently fingering your sopping pussy and the bliss your actions wrought on your core caused another squirt of slick onto the rug.
You could feel Neteyamâs pre-cum sliding down your throat as mumbled words of encouragement spilled from his lips, telling you how good your mouth felt, telling you how he loved that you were so slick for him.
âOh Iâm going to fill your mouth up so good and then Iâm going to fuck and fill your slick-drenched pussy up too.â
You knew his first release was nearing by the way his cock hardened impossibly further and you gripped his swollen knot tightly, squeezing it to coax his first orgasm from him. It worked almost instantly and he tensed with a final thrust into your mouth, a choked cry escaping him as he spilled his seed down your throat. You rubbed frantically at your clit, thanking Eywa when you were rewarded with a small orgasm of your own.
Neteyam withdrew from your mouth and you swallowed down the remnants of his release, gasping a little for more breath now that you were able to fill your lungs fully. Reaching for you, Neteyam clasped hold of your upper arms and hauled you to your feet, and your loincloth slipped off your hips and tail to fall to your ankles.
He cupped your cheek with one hand, his thumb stroking your cheek, âYouâre being such a good girl for me. Do you want me to fuck you now? Do you want me to knot you, little omega?â
Your legs were wobbly and you almost wanted to cry from the relief of his question. Of course you wanted him to fuck you⌠You wanted to be stretched out and locked onto his knot⌠So it was an easy answer, âYes please, alpha.â
Neteyamâs mouth found yours in a fiery kiss and you opened your mouth to allow him to plunder it. His tongue swept against yours as your heads twisted and melded, flooding your mouth full of his alpha pheromones.
An alphaâs saliva was sweet and saturated with rut pheromones that could bring on an omega femaleâs heat if she was close enough to that part of her cycle. In other cases, the pheromones would signal the omegaâs body to produce a copious amount of slick to aid and enable the knotting process. Not that you needed any encouragement, mind you. Your pussy was clenching and squeezing impatiently and your slick was already running down your thighs to your lower legs.
Youâd daydreamed before of what it would be like to kiss Neteyam. Somehow youâd always imagined it to be soft and sweet; maybe after an evening meal in the fading light of the bonfire on your birthday, on his birthday, or maybe just one day in your dreams when he decided that he wanted you too. Perhaps it was his adamance in the past that the two of you would never share heats and ruts together, but youâd never envisioned your first kiss with Neteyam to be like this; passionate, wild and full of unbridled lust. The reality far outweighed your dreams, you decided.
Your fingers scrabbed for purchased at his shoulders as you pushed onto the balls of your feet to return his ardent kisses. Neteyam had looped an arm around the small of your back again, securing your front to his, and the drag of your pebbled nipples against the skin of his chest was torturous. He slipped a hand between your bodies to run the flat of his hand over your core, deftly letting your swollen clit slip between two of his fingers while he stroked you back and forth.
A high-pitched keen was your reaction and your hips bucked into his teasing touch. Your pussy ached to be filled and stretched to full capacity. You felt desperate, almost more desperate than Neteyam appeared to be, which was unexpected considering he was the one in rut. However, the roguish smirk on his handsome face while he watched you pant and whimper told you that this alpha enjoyed a bit of a build-up; he liked to play with his toys.
âAlpha, please.â You importuned, your body releasing yet another squirt of slick as Neteyam rubbed insistent circles around your sensitive bud, âI need you. I need your knot.â
He hushed you with a kiss, whispering a taunt against your lips, âSo eager, you poor girl. Does it hurt that Iâm making you wait?â
âYeah,â Your voice was breathy and unstable, and you backed your response with several nods of your head. It was so agonisingly good, what his fingers were doing, rolling and rubbing your sweet nub.
âShow your alpha where it hurts, go on.â
Neteyam gently pushed you away from him, indicating with an upward tip of his chin towards the lush pile of bedding behind you. You backed up towards the little nest of blankets and mats, and you hastily settled yourself on your back in the centre of it all. Spreading your lithe legs wide and hitching your knees up as high as they would go, you put yourself on display for him. You didnât need to look to know your pussy was puffy and swollen, glistening with slick.
A harsh groan grated out from him and you watched as he began to stroke his still erect cock. That was the thing with ruts. Alpha males had little to no refractory period during this time. They were able to copulate multiple times and ejaculate repeatedly without issue. Neteyamâs knot was an angry-looking purple now and his cock was littered with veins and ridges that stood out along its shaft.
Your fingers found your core again and you penetrated yourself with all three fingers of one hand while its twin took care of your clit. The squelch of your pussy was lewd, your slick pouring out of you now as your inner walls clamped and released with pleasure.
With a whimper of his own, Neteyam knelt between your parted thighs, fisting his cock furiously, âIs that all for me, sweet thing? You hungry for my cock?â
Your answer was barked out in desperation, his teasing too much for you now, âYes, just fuck me now!â
The pressure low in your pelvis was unbearable where your fingers pressed and rubbed at your g-spot inside you. And you squeezed your pelvic muscles outward, forcing a gushing squirt to splatter all up Neteyamâs front. You might have made even more of a mess, but it did the trick.
Neteyam surged over you in the next instant, slamming his pelvis into yours within the cradle of your hips. His elbows and forearms caged you on either side of your head as he settled over your body. You could feel the thick tip of his cockhead probing through your slippery folds, and with a sharp and unforgiving thrust, the full length of him breached you, tip, shaft and knot.
Your scream of gratification was hoarse, as was his cry of pleasure. His knot was swollen but not yet to its full extent and with each brutal roll of his hips, the bulbous flesh of it pushed in and out from your lower lips with a fleshy pop. As a healer and spiritual priestess in training, there were many times that you gave thanks to Eywa, but never more so than in this very moment. The extreme pleasure was dizzying, the ridged girth of him kneading against the walls of your pussy while his knot continued to stretch your entrance.
âYou feel like heaven.â Neteyam moaned by your cheek and you turned your head to claim his lips again in a searing kiss.
He was hot and hard over you and your inner omega revelled in the sensation. You never wanted this to end as his hips continued their onslaught. His thrusts were becoming slowly becoming shallower. He was deep inside you, but the main point of friction between you was focussed on his swollen knot pulling and pushing from your tight entrance. Your nipples were hard, tingling peaks; your pussy was fluttering, your clit was throbbing and even your toes were curled inward tightly.
âAlpha, Iâm close.â You mewled, clutching at his torso, your fingernails scoring lines down his back, âIâm almost there!â
With a fluidity and an ease that was testament to his brute strength, Neteyam sat back onto his haunches and without pulling out of you, he threw one of your legs over him and manoeuvred your hips to elevate them. Your rump was raised high in the air while he knelt behind you. You moved onto all fours to accommodate the new position, but you felt him reach forward to grasp your kuru (neural queue) tightly and push your face back against the bedding.
You emitted a soft cry of discomfort at his tight grip on your kuru, but you bore it because the pain only seemed to heighten your pleasure. Neteyam set a brutal pace of thrusts then, rutting into you roughly. The furious snap of his hips against your bottom caused a series of jarring wails to leave you, the lascivious sound muffled only because your face was partially obscured by the bedding beneath you.
âFuck, you good little omega. Iâm going to knot you so hard after you cum for me.â Neteyam vowed, rumbling curses and growls falling from his lips as he sped you both to your inevitable climaxes.
His knot was bigger now, engorged to its maximum and when the bulbous round of it slipped past your entrance on his next thrust, your orgasm slammed into you. Your pussy squeezed and clamped down hard around his knot, locking him into place within you as several streams of squirt spurted from you with each glorious pulse of your climax.
Neteyamâs roar of ecstasy was uncontrolled and ear-splitting. His strapping frame collapsed over yours, his front aligned with your back, and his thighs quaked against you while he ejaculated. His knot left you both tied to each other and prevented any of his semen from escaping your locked bodies. You felt the viscous build-up of it within you like an aching heat in your lower pelvis.
Thoroughly spent for the moment, Neteyam gingerly rolled onto his side, taking you with him into a spooning position. Your tail lay limp over his hip and your breaths were noisy while you recovered from your high. Immense contentment and satisfaction washed through you and you smiled to yourself and brushed several damp strands of hair from your cheek. His knot still pulsed lightly, emitting more semen periodically into your body.
You both lounged in blissful silence for a while until Neteyam spoke.
âLei?â Neteyamâs voice was quiet, meek almost, and the sound was a stark contrast to how heâd just been.
Craning your neck back as comfortably as it would allow, your turned your head to look at him. His gold eyes were wide and anxious, and there was a clarity in them now that was absent before in the raging heat of his rutting. There was always a period after sex and knotting when an alphaâs rut hormones would wane, before escalating again to repeat the entire cycle. Neteyam was clearly experiencing this moment of lucidity.
âHey you,â You breathed with a shy smile, âFeeling better?â
Neteyam swallowed tightly and his forehead was wrinkled in a worried frown, âIâm sorry, was I too rough? I couldnât help it. I donât know what came over me, I just- Itâs so-â
Silencing him with a gentle nibble of his bottom lip, you soothed him, âShh, itâs alright. You werenât too rough. It was wonderful and natural, and everything it shouldâve been. Donât apologise. I enjoyed it a lot.â
âNot so gentlemanly after all, am I? Now youâve seen what a brute I can be.â Neteyam fretted and his shame could be heard in his voice.
âHey, stop it!â You hissed, rebuking him sharply, âThis is only one part of you. It doesnât define you. Youâre still my charming and gentle Neteyam. Youâre my best friend, I know you. I see you.â
Neteyamâs frown faded, relief colouring his handsome features. He rested his forehead against yours and returned the sentiment tenderly, âI see you. Youâre my best friend too. Maybe a little more than that now?â
âNo more stubbornness.â You declared matter-of-factly, though a delighted grin stretched your cheeks at his words, âYouâve filled me to the brim once now, might as well do it every time you need a partner from now on.â
You smirked wickedly at him then and intentionally clenched your pelvic muscles around his knot again. Your action forced another round of ejaculation from Neteyam and his groan was piteous as pleasure wracked him once more. His knot wouldnât subside for at least another hour and you settled back against him, comfortably tied. Your eyes felt heavy and you knew the smart thing to do was to take a little nap to recharge. After all, that was only round one. There would be many more rounds over the next several days and you planned to enjoy them to the fullest.
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Icarus Drabbles (Pt.3) | Sukuna x M!Reader
W/C: 3k #NSFW, Modern AU, ABO dynamics, bottom!reader, top!sukuna, Mob Boss!Sukuna, Alpha!Sukuna, Street Doctor!Reader, Omega!Reader, toxic relationships, age gap, sukuna is mid 30s, yuuji gang and reader are mid 20s, sukuna and yuuji are brothers, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, blowies are received and given, mentions of character death
tags: @kamote-kuneho @prettorett @better-imagination-9 @flowersatwork @tr4nniez
Done Deal
âYou let me fuck you, and I'll give you anything you want.â That was his proposition. No more flirting, no more attempts to seduce you, just his obsessive pining resulting in a deal.Â
But you didn't seem too bothered sitting across the desk from none other than Ryoumen Sukuna, who lounged comfortably, puffing on a cigar like he didn't just offer to pay you for sex. Granted, it wasn't just the sex he wanted. It was more than that.Â
You took a moment before speaking. âI thought you were the kind of guy who'd take without asking.âÂ
âWho, me? Come on, sweetheart, I'm a gentleman.â Sukuna grinned and watched you wave the coils of smoke out of your face.Â
You looked him over, not betraying your thoughts. âAnd if I refuse?âÂ
Sukuna's smile simmered down, unamused with the mere concept of rejection. âI'll still get what I want. And you'll leave here penniless.â His men locked the doors loudly at the other end of the vast office, making their point. âSo? Whatâll it be?âÂ
You took a slow breath. âI want a condo. In Tokyo.âÂ
âThat's it?âÂ
âPaid in full.âÂ
âNow youâre talkin'.âÂ
You stood from your chair and walked around the desk as you unzipped your jacket. âAnd my name's going on title.âÂ
Sukuna undressed you with his eyes like the millions of times he'd done so prior. âHo? You wanna be the one to pay all the taxes, huh?â He turned his chair to you as you approached. Sukuna spread his legs wider to make room for you to stand between, but you instead boldly straddled his lap. He knew he liked you for a reason.Â
âI can forward them to you.â
âYou think I'll pay them?â One of his broad palms groped at your ass. His stomach coiled with excitement; he was going to enjoy ripping you apart.Â
âI know you will,â you hummed. Sweetly, you tilted Sukuna's chin up to get a good look at his handsome face.Â
âOh?âÂ
âMhm.â
ââN why's that?â Sukuna whispered.Â
âBecause you want to.â Your hands slipped down his neck, down to his shoulders. âBecause you think I'll come back for more.â
âI know you'll come back for more.âÂ
âIf you live long enough,â you sighed before plucking the cigar from his fingers and snuffing it out. âThese things'll kill you, you know.âÂ
Sukuna fucked you on his desk moments after. His men stayed in the room all the while, watching and shifting with unease or simmering urges of his own. He vaguely recalled taking a phone call, too.Â
So how the hell did we end up here? He had to wonder; back then, he bribed you for your affection, paid you handsomely but purposefully left you wanting more and more and more. He wanted to provide for you, in a weird, twisted way, and that was his method since, well, he wasn't ever sure he'd really get you to stay.Â
Yet there he was, waking up in a house with his husband next to him and his daughter in the crib beside you. It felt soâŚbizarrely natural. Normal. Almost like he met a need he didn't even know he had.Â
He hardly spent his nights at his casino, Malevolent Shrine, any longer. He didn't wander the floors looking for liars and easy targets for his dealers. He didn't head up to his penthouse at the crack of dawn with a new dame on his arm every night; he wanted to come here, to the home he had built to house his new family. Sukuna wanted to collapse into this bed, hear you bitch and moan about Gojo or Geto or whatever idiot employed you that day, spend time with his little pup and listen to her yip and babble about nothing and everything. He wanted these moments. He wanted to cherish the little sparks of light in his life before the universe snuffed them out likeâÂ
Gramps is dead, Yuuji had said, voice quivering on the other end of the line. What do we do?Â
Sukuna closed his eyes and rubbed his face, willing away the memory. He hadn't had to act like a big brother in so long, but the instinct came rushing back to him the second he heard his little brother in tears. It was all handled swiftly, everything from the cremation, to probate, to settling the estateâbut the weight of death and finality clung to the air like petrichor after a storm.Â
Sukuna looked to your sleeping face for respite. It helped to see you, to be reminded that you'd chosen to stay with him through thick and thin. Still, he couldn't help but remember what his grandfather asked him the day he met Touka.Â
Where does this end, kid?Â
This. The gang life. The life that's too unrefined and brutal to be considered yakuza. Because Sukuna didn't deal in honour. He dealt in violence, drugs and moneyâthat voice spoke louder than honour and family.Â
But didn't he reclaim his family? Didn't he honour you with change?Â
Where does this end, kid?
Maybe with honour and family.Â
âI can feel you having a crisis,â your scratchy voice mumbled through the static in Sukuna's mind. Your eyes opened a crack to find his own crimson set before you wriggled up to him and half-laid on his chest. âWhat's wrong?â
âYour bony-ass chinâs digging into my tit.âÂ
âMmmh.âÂ
âYou like money more, or me?â He asked.Â
You snorted. âI like you and your money equally.â You let your head loll to the side to press your cheek against his chest. âBut I like you more, I guess.âÂ
âYou guess?âÂ
âI'm kidding, idiot. If I cared about money, I would've married into the Zenin family.â You sat up and looked down at your partner with bleary eyes. âWhere's this coming from anyway?â
Sukuna huffed and scowled at the ceiling. âNowhere. It's nothing. Forget it.âÂ
âDon't be a little bitch. Just tell me.â And when he didn't budge, you added, âSuku. Come on.â And when he still refused to cooperate, you resorted to, âAlpha, please?âÂ
His eyes snapped to you so fucking fast it made his face burst into flames. You grinned, so stupidly enthralled and in love with how the gross, domestic pet name fucked him up and--fucking hell, it was so cute but so annoying.Â
âFuck you.âÂ
âN'awe, you're such a cutie sometimes.â You purred in delight and nuzzled all over his face. âMy cute, sweet, broody alpha that I love so, so, so much.âÂ
âShut up,â he snarled before viciously nuzzling back and attacking you with puppy nips and rude licks to your face. âFucking omega. You're such a pain in the ass, you know that?âÂ
âSo are you. That's why we work well together, right?â You held his face still and planted a proper kiss on his lips. âWe'll be fine. No matter what happens.âÂ
Your alpha took a deep breath while he looked up at you, and sighed. You looked so calm and collected about the whole thing, so relaxed in the jaws of a shark that could eat you whole and leave nothing behind. Guess that was why he was so enamored with you. Only petty things, like the shitty little fish that nipped at toes, wore you down. Not the big, bad, unknown depths of the ocean.Â
âYou believe me?â You asked as you pinched his nose.Â
Sukuna grimaced and tugged your hand away from his nose. âFuckinââyeah, I believe you.â He bit your fingers in revenge.Â
It was your turn to make a face. âDisgusting.âÂ
âYou wuv id,â Sukuna managed around your digits, grinning like an idiot.Â
âI have bad taste in men.â You yanked your fingers free when you heard your little one coo and shuffle in her crib. Sukuna always found himself impressed with how fast your omega responded to the littlest of noises, always automatically cooing and trilling back to your baby like you'd done it your whole life.Â
âBut you sure you're alright?â You asked as you scooped up the little one.Â
Sukuna sat up and leaned back against the headboard as you settled down beside him again. ââM fine. JustâŚthinking.âÂ
âAbout your grandfather?âÂ
âGuess so.âÂ
You nodded and leaned into him, chest purring with comfortable vibrato as his heavy arm looped around you and pulled you close.Â
âHe was a good man. Lived a good life. Long one, too.âÂ
âGuess youâre not wrong. Donât seem too torn up about it,â Sukuna grumbled, vaguely aware he was on the precipice of starting an early-morning argument.Â
âPeople die,â you said, looking down at your babe. âHe was old as fuck. Iâd talked to him about life and death a thousand times anyway. His point of view on things helped me see things differently.â
âOh?â Sukunaâs attention snapped down to your little one as her cherry-red eyes sleepily blinked open. ââN what the hell did the old fart tell you, huh?âÂ
You smiled as Touka screeched happily, reaching up for her father and wiggling around in your lap until she could slug her way over to him (with much help from your guiding hands, of course). Sukuna, the fraidy cat that he was, awkwardly tried to aid his baby girl with crawling onto his lap, too. You kind of understood whyâhis hand was about as big as her body. He was probably afraid of smooshing her.Â
âHe told me energy can never be destroyed. It can only change shape and form. Itâs the same with our souls.âÂ
âThe fuck does that mean?â Sukuna grumbled as his daughter determinedly tried to stand to reach his face. You moved to help her stand, but he huffed and took over, uttering a grumpy âI got itâ as he carefully, carefully held her up onto her feet like one would a kitten.Â
You smiled, so horribly smitten. âIt means our bodies die, but our spirits canât. They just change form before coming back and living life all over again.âÂ
âHmph. Sounds stupid asââ Sukuna paused as a tiny hand landed on his mouth.Â
âBah!â Touka chirped.Â
You pursed your lips and melted into your partner, a happy, summer scent pooling around the three of you.Â
âMhm, daddyâs a cranky little bitch, huh, baby?âÂ
âBig bitch,â Sukuna corrected, words muffled by the tiny overlord. He opened his mouth wide, lightly chomping on her pudgy little hand with the gentlest pibble nibbles he could manage. Judging by her squealing laughter, he was doing an okay job.
âCranky big bitchâmy bad.â You rolled your eyes and exhaled deeply. âBut yeah, thatâs basically it. Mentioned some stuff about soulmatesâplatonic or romantic or otherwiseâtending to find each other in their next lives too. So, technically, you could be holding your grandfather reincarnated right nowââ
âBabe, donât make this fucking weird,â Your husband groaned.Â
You laughed, loud and brash, before nuzzling him. âSorry, sorry. Canât help myself.âÂ
Sukuna scoffed, furrowed brow only easing as Touka assaulted him with little pats all over his face.Â
âYouâre a nightmare.â He leaned in and nuzzled his babyâs round cheeks with playful growls. âYouâre a smaller fucking nightmare. Spitting image of your mum. How the fuck is that fair, huh?âÂ
âWell, you better get used to it,â you taunted. âSheâs the only one youâre getting.â
Wait. What?
--
Devour
Itâd been a while since Sukuna had handled an interrogation. Heâd stepped away from doing it himself when youâd both gotten back together officially, thinking youâd be upset if you found out he was still beating the fuck out of rats and cheats wandering through his casinoâbut the opposite turned out to be true.Â
You didnât really care. You didnât mind it at all, actually. You only requested he kept that sort of business away from the curious gaze of the little girl you both doted on incessantly.Â
So, he took it to the basement of Malevolent Shrine.Â
âY'know, I really needed this,â Sukuna sighed, loosening his tie a bit more before he leaned against the table of lethal instruments and wiped the blood from his split knuckles. âKid keeps me up all night. Wife's always bitching âbout being tired. âN then I got dipshits like you sneaking in, trying to access restricted floors.âÂ
The man he regarded scoffed, probably unable to catch his breath to clap back or, well, breathe. The sight had Sukuna grinning, pure delight and satisfaction coiling in his chest.Â
âGot somethinâ to say?âÂ
The man coughed and tried to pull himself up from where he lay splayed on the floor. Sukuna never tied up his guests, no no, he always gave them a fair, fighting chance, stating they could go free if they could get past him. None ever did.Â
âY-you do this to that omega you stole?â The stranger managed as soon as he got on his knees. âLock âim in a room, make them fight their way out?âÂ
Sukuna quirked a brow and crossed his arms over his broad chest. âOnly omega I've had in here is the wife.âÂ
âBullshit,â he spat. âYou stole one that was sold to my benefactor.âÂ
The mob boss sighed and scratched the back of his head. âThat's what you're here for? An omega that I never had?â Sukuna pushed off the table. âWell, that makes shit boring. You're here on a delusion.âÂ
âIt's notââ
âThen who do you work for?âÂ
As expected, the idiot clammed up. Sukuna tutted. Why did all these bastards have to play hard to get?Â
Ah, but then he had an epiphany--hadn't you mentioned marrying into the Zenin family? You brought it up not too long ago, back when Sukuna first started spiraling about life and death, about where his world of chaos would take him in the end.Â
If I cared about money, I would've married into the Zenin family.Â
Right. That's what you said.Â
âZenin Naoya,â Sukuna guessed. The heir was a rampant misogynistic piece of shit, wanting nothing to do with women on any level--but you? A man who could bear children, albeit through difficult means? That'd be invaluable to someone like Naoya. He could have his cake and eat it too.Â
And by the way the crook's body tensed, Sukuna figured he hit the nail on the head.Â
âNo shit. That little freakâs really outdoing himself this time.â Sukuna laughed wildly, enthralled that he managed to piss off the Zenin heir by taking his bitch and knocking him up. God, the damage this would do to Naoya's ego.
âI'll let ya in on a little secret,â Sukuna sang, turning to the table and grabbing a set of pliers. âI wifed up that omega. Knocked him up already. Hopinâ he'll let up on the âone pup onlyâ policy. He's been real fuckinâ strict on the birth control, lemme tell ya.âÂ
âHe won't forgive this,â the crook bit out. âHe won't justââÂ
Thwack. Sukuna cracked him upside the head and knelt on his chest, jamming the tool into his mouth and breaking a few teeth on the way in.Â
âFucker can try,â Sukuna murmured, voice growing thick with malice. His ruby eyes gleamed with predatory promise. âKilling him's at the top of my bucket list.âÂ
â
You were definitely possessed.Â
How could you not be? You'd just seen your baby daddy (your very cut, handsome, snarky baby daddy) beat the shit out of one of your tormentor's gruntsÂ
âBabe,â Sukuna moaned as you swallowed him down your throat again. You'd taken him hostage in the elevator the second he was done his deeds downstairs. It proved to beâŚsomewhat problematic as people continued to open the doors, but eventually Sukuna hit the emergency stop button, nearly shattering the console.Â
You hummed around him, pressing your tongue against thick, pulsing veins and squeezing at his base and sacks intermittently while your head bobbed to the beat of whatever tinny jazz played in the elevator. You kind of liked the tune. It sparked the idea of playing music next time Sukuna bedded youâ
Bedded you. Ah. That seemed like a good next step.Â
You pulled back with a disgusting pop and fought to catch your breath between leaving wet kisses and hickeys along his stiff length. Your hand worked him firm and fast, eager to get him to fall apart under your feverish, hypnotic touch.Â
And he was close. You could tell by the way his hand held the back of your head, fingernails digging into your scalp every time you did something so, so right and so, so unbelievably good for the big bad mob boss you'd tricked into staying faithful to you. You figured you'd reward him for being such a good boy. It's what he deserved for sacrificing his freedom for you, and, quite frankly, you thought you'd been slacking on the praise.Â
âGonna cum?â You hummed, looking up at your partner through wet lashes. âHm?â
Sukuna groaned. His fangs bit into his lip as he stared down at you, pupils blown wide, eclipsing the red of his iris.Â
You smiled politely. âMmh. I'll take that as a yes.â You kissed along his skin until reaching his weeping tip and giving it a gentle peck. âWhere do you want it? On my face? In my mouth? Down my throat?âÂ
He bucked forward, jamming his tip between your lips and hissing when he felt the scratch of teeth against him. You sighed like he was such a nuisance, and opened up wide again, whining as he gripped your hair up into a messy, shitty ponytail before fucking into your mouth with reckless abandon.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuckââ His body shuddered and he slammed inside one more time, squeezing his thick knot into your strained mouth and locking it behind your teeth as he rutted against your face, spilling down your throat.Â
Your soft gags and chokes only made it better. He pulled your head closer, pressing your cute nose against the hazy line of his happy trail in a dizzy attempt to ground himself through the aftershocks of such a sudden turn of events. Going from beating the shit out of a sniveling sod to this wasâ
Your frantic smacking against his arm signaled your tap out. Sukuna cursed under his breath and worked in tandem with you to wiggle free the stiff problem stuffing your mouth and throat full.Â
You gasped for breath. Drool and tears poured down your face as you coughed and swallowed whatever didn't have the chance to slip out of your aching mouth, and you wiped your mouth half-heartedly with the back of your hand. Sukuna hadn't seen a sight like that in a long, long while. Something so reminiscent of the early days of being bribed and paid for your services.Â
âChrist,â Sukuna breathed as he brushed your hair out of your pretty face. âHow much do I owe ya for that, huh?âÂ
You laughed between coughs before kissing his clothed thigh. âJust don't think I've appreciated you enough lately, you know?â You cleaned him up best you could before tucking your man away and standing to loop your arms around his shoulders.Â
Sukuna caught your scent then; you smelled sweeter than usual. Warmer, too. Fuller. Something that reminded him of dough in the oven, billowing all around him and filling his senses with sinful sweetness.Â
Your heat was on the horizon.
Sukuna smirked and switched the key holding the elevator closed and inoperable on the ground floor, and it started on its journey up, up, up. Time to get you back in bed.Â
âNot appreciatinâ me enough, huh. Well, I was gonna mention itââÂ
âShut up. Don't be stupid right now.âÂ
Sukuna's grin grew. He leaned down, leaving soft kisses and nips along your neck, being sure to pay special attention to the scars he'd left behind.Â
âYou love when I talk shit.â
âYou're free to believe that.â
âOh? Then tell me what you've been appreciating about me, sweetheart. I'm all ears.âÂ
The doors opened to the penthouse floor, and you fought to drag the other out first.
âYour ass,â you replied, nearly exploding inside as Sukuna kicked the (unlocked) door in. Damn, how come he could do that so easily?Â
âWhat else?â Sukuna's lips found yours time after time as you both fumbled your way toward the bedroom.Â
You yelped as he threw you onto the bed. âJ-Jesusâhow strong you are.âÂ
âYeah?â Sukuna kicked his dress shoes off and yanked your kicks off, too, before you had a chance to complain about shoes being on in the house. âTell me more.â
âThat's about it.â A sweet laugh bubbled out of you as he slipped in between your legs and kissed you like this was some highschool romcom.
âOh? Lying now, aren't we?âÂ
âI think I need to examine you a little to remember, you know?âÂ
With all the strength you could muster, you turned the tables and flipped Sukuna onto his back, straddling his waist and running your hands up and down his chest. He still couldn't tell how you did it, but you flicked open every button of his dress shirt with unfathomable finesse before tracing the dips and curves of his defined muscles with teasing fingertips.Â
âHmmmâŚthis is nice,â you murmured, taking your time to drink in the scar-riddled expanse of glowing, bronze skin. You scooted back, down his legs, to be able to plant soft kisses around his navel.Â
Sukuna watched you with blown-out eyes; you were always good at teasing, at making sex electric and better than just cramming his cock into a hole. Secretly, he liked being pushed to the brink of insanity. Soft touches, whispered kisses, silent praiseâit was all so your brand.
âWhat else?â Sukuna rasped as you left cheeky marks around his happy trail.Â
âHm. I wonder.â You took your time sidling up on his lap again, your hands taking charge and leading you up, up, up to his cut jawline and striking cheekbones. âThis is nice, too.â
Sukuna licked his lips. âYeah?â He Asked as he held your waist.Â
âMhm.â Your thumb stroked against his bottom lip thoughtfully before hooking inside and yanking his mouth open like a fish on a line. âThis is a problem, though.âÂ
Your mate's heart thrummed like thunder. Rarely would he ever admit to liking being used, but when it came to you, his precious little trophy, Sukuna found himself far too eager to please. Too eager to consume. Too eager to be consumed. He could only hope you'd wreck him with whatever you wanted to do with that mouth of his.Â
âOh?â Sukuna breathed. Christ, his slacks were too fucking tight again. âThe fuck you gonna do about it?âÂ
You sighed and shook your head. âGod's work, I guess.â And you almost seemed burdened by what you âhad to doâ as you loosened your waistband and wriggled up until you were straddling his broad chest with your weeping tip pressing against his lips.Â
Sukuna grinned. âYou think I'm gonnaââ but he was more prepared for your rude push into his mouth than he let onâor he thought he was, anyway. He'd never really given head before, not really, but he'd given you a couple of handjobs in the past. Still, you were bigger than he remembered. Not as comically, ridiculously, stupidly big as Sukunaâs third leg, but you could probably stuff someone to the point of tears if you really felt the need.Â
And, well, you were leaving tears in Sukuna's eyes, so theory confirmed.
âYou're really bad at this,â you laughed. You held onto the headboard as you pushed into his mouth, letting him get used to it and adjust as a good mate should (maybe Sukuna should've taken notes). Thankfully, the man was a quick learner and a keener. He got used to the feeling of your length nudging against his throat, and posed himself a challenge to push it further.Â
His hand grabbed at your ass and he pulled you closer, drowning in the sound of your warbled gasp mixing with a surprised yelp. Sukuna's other hand brute-forced his slacks open and fisted around his pulsing hard-on to the rhythm of your greedy thrusts into his mouth, down his tight, inexperienced throat.Â
Your hips jolted and stuttered. Your hips stayed plastered to his face with weaker and weaker thrusts. Your forehead clunked against the rim of the headboard as your breathing got faster and faster, laced with tiny ah-ah-ah-s untilâuntilâ
âShitââ you tried to pull away from him, tried to save him the grief of having to swallow down a load of cum (first time was always a terrible, terrible experience), but he wouldn't let you yank your hips away; his broad palm pressed against the small of your back and forced you flush against him, his nose pressing against skin as he swallowed and moaned around you like he'd been deepthroating cock his whole career.Â
Somewhere in the haze of lightning and sparks, you felt him shudder and jolt under you, too. Then, like you'd done not so long ago, a swift tapping on your leg signaling, tap out, tap out!Â
âOhâfuck, sorry,â you babbled, hurriedly pulling yourself back and out of his mouth to let him breathe. âYou're kind of a natural. I'm shocked.â
Sukuna was too busy coughing and fighting to catch his breath to snap back at you, though, and you couldn't help but laugh.Â
âShut it,â he scolded with a swift spank. âSpunk tastes like shit.âÂ
âBut youâre not a spitter nor a quitter. You should be proud.â You smiled like the cheeky little shit you were before shimmying off your joggers and tossing them aside. âYou did pretty well. Colour me impressed.â
ââCourse I did, who the fuck do you think I am?â He brought his other hand out of his pants and held them up to you, sticky with his own spend. âDeal with this.â
You whistled, and the heat in your face increased tenfold. âI guess you liked it. Good to know,â you said before holding his hand by the wrist and licking up.
âI'd be a freak if I didn't wanna make my bitch cum. âSpecially when he's in heat ân primed to reopen the baby-making factory.âÂ
You looked at him, eyes round and owlish, before abandoning the mess on his hand in favour of kissing him.Â
âThe factory's open,â you assured, no doubt temporarily hypnotized by your body's desire to make your stupid alpha happy.
Sukuna rumbled a purr deep in his chest as he smirked. He'd gladly seize the moment.
âLetâs clock in and get to work, then.âÂ
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Five is Better Than Three
Sukuna paced back and forth outside the bathroom door, impatient and anxious, waiting for you to just fucking tell me what the hell the deal was.
But Sukuna was anything but a patient man.
âBabe,â he growled, knocking on the door incessantly. âHow long does It take to piss on a stick?âÂ
You scoffed. âI'm just--I'm trying to double check, you dumb bitch, shut up.â Your voice quivered the slightest bit, a soft sniffle or two barely making it above the radar.Â
Sukuna sucked his teeth. He ran his hands through his hair and growled to himself, trying trying trying to stay patient, stay calm, stayâ
âSukuna,â you snapped when the door flung open. You were standing at the counter, an array of different pregnancy tests laid out before you neatly with you lording over them, face hot and eyes shimmering withâŚgrief? Relief? Happiness? Sukuna didn't know, he didn't know.Â
���Kept me waiting long enough, you fucking brat,â he came up behind you and stared down, clearing your noggin with ease and ignoring your grouchy quips and pinches.Â
âI wasâI just needed a minute, you stupid fuck, I'm--it's a lot!â You tried to push him away but, well, the man was an immovable object, and you were far from an unstoppable force. In the realm of physicality, at least.Â
âSukunaââÂ
âThis shit is like hieroglyphics,â he complained, picking up a test and squinting at it. His other hand held your waist to stop you from running away to hide.Â
âIt, uh. It meansâwell, I still need to get checked out officially but, uh, y'know. It's a yes. For now. Tentatively. All the tests are positive.âÂ
Sukuna exploded with happy puppy scent. He threw down the test and wrapped his arms around you, picking your smaller form up and swinging you around like a shotty romcom man should.Â
And you laughed through your tears. You hugged him back once he put you down, and exploded into choked laugh-sobs as you pressed your face into his chest. His nice, strong, muscular chest that looked so good in that black tank top.Â
âOi, oi, what're the damn waterworks for, huh?â Sukuna asked through a wolfish grin.Â
âI don't know, okay, just shut up.â You snuffled a few more times before sighing. âMaybe I'm just relieved that an old man like you still has a sperm count.â
âHah. Big talk from a whore usinâ birth control and making me use a fucking condom âjust in case.ââ He nuzzled at your neck and purred deep in his chest. âEven then, my goods slipped through the cracks, huh? Doubt even getting your tubes tied could stop me from knockinâ your pretty little ass up, sweetheart.âÂ
You bit his tit while he cackled like a madman. âYou're fucking gross and I hate you.âÂ
âN'awe. Would creaming on my cock make you feel better?âÂ
âNo. Well, maybe later. But coffee and breakfast might subdue me right now.â
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Veleria Garza Headcanons
Headcanons of Valeria being your alpha, sorry but i had to do it. i had the idea in my head for days and i think there are no headcanons of Valeria being alpha of omega reader. enjoy this little headcanon with the owner of our uterus :)
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Valeria has a closely guarded secret, something she hides very well from her enemies. It was even more protected than she was herself.
That something was you, you were the most valuable thing to the alpha of the most dangerous cartel in Latin America. You were her precious Omega, her partner and wife, something she protected with her life.
As something valuable, you could not go out on the street as if nothing, Valeria had you in a cage.
A golden cage with all the existing and future comforts.
Do you want more blankets for your nest? You don't have to say it twice, Valeria buys all the omegas blanket stores in Las Almas just for you.
Do your clothes itch? She'll burn it and buy you a new brand name, cotton-only clothing keeper for your sensitive skin.
Valeria was aware that she had you locked up, that's why she gave you the best of the best, even though sometimes you didn't ask for it because you thought it was an unnecessary expense.
Ridiculous, Valeria was filthy rich. She wouldn't stay poor for buying you clothes, blankets or whatever you wanted.
Valeria is the kind of alpha who loves to perfume you every night without fail, was she too late? No matter, she'll climb into the nest and kiss the mark she left on your neck while releasing her pheromones. She loves to drown you in her scent, it relaxes her inner alpha.
You love having Valeria's scent on you, it makes your inner omega very happy.
Valeria loves to see you in your animal form, she loves to run her hands through your brown fur.
"come here mi chula" she calls you with a brush in her hand, she loves to comb and groom you when you are turned into a wolf. You let her comb your hair, you love the feel of her hands on you.
When you are both turned, Valeria loves to bite your tail and ears just to tease you.
Her wolf by law bigger so it takes you more than two hours to brush all her fur.
Her fur was as dark as her hair, even her eyes were dark.
Valeria's protective instincts in her animal form are tripled, so she wraps her body around you like a donut while you groom.
There are days when she likes to be on top of you, she is mindful of her weight so she doesn't reload her whole body on you.
As an alpha, her instincts to protect and provide are stronger since she mated with you years ago, this leads her to hunt at least twice a month to calm her instinct to provide for you.
She makes sure to always get the biggest and healthiest prey for her omega. Her alpha ego was enlarged when you greeted her with happy squeals as you wagged your tail.
Valeria had learned to make nests just for and because of you, the day she asked her omega to teach her they had a little blush.
Valeria sometimes has internal debates with her alpha, her she-wolf wants to be with you all the time, especially when she is in the middle of important meetings. This makes her frown, making her partners worry thinking she didn't like what they were saying.
Valeria never courted her omega in the traditional way; flowers, outings and gifts of clothing did not. Her nature always was, is and always will be direct. She went straight to hunting prey (this was the last part of the courtship, when the couple was planning to unite forever) she always had a proud smile with a look full of confidence, her message was more than clear; she wanted to unite with you, she had no doubts. He knew what he wanted, and that was you.
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"Please, please, please... Alpha!" You moan shrilly, your long velour ears flapping and your puffy cotton tail flicking up. You wriggle and shiver as if you have a fever, and the tingling, dragging, golden, molasses-like lust that is filling your veins right now has you whimpering and begging to be touched and fucked properly.
"Are you already begging us, my lovely sugar bunny? Do you have the right to do that, eh? Seonghwa slowly licks the top row of his sharp fangs and tilts his godlike face so close to you that you can feel his hot, wet breath on your lips. His perfectly sculpted, luscious lips make contact with yours with every word he utters, though you understand little of what he says. Your head is completely blank; all you can feel is the hot pleasure spilling under your skin and the thick, sickeningly sweet scent of pheromones mixing with the natural scents of Seonghwa and Hongjoong. "You're just our lovely, pretty sex toy, aren't you, fluffy?" He purrs velvety against your lips; his deep, utterly sinful voice, filled with mocking condescension, flows over your skin like melted honey. You sob in frustration, but reach for him anyway, desperately tangling your fingers in the impossibly soft fur of his luxurious coat. Then you stick out your tiny tongue and lick those gorgeous, tantalising lips, making him laugh darkly. "You insatiable little bunny, are you just begging to be eaten by big bad wolves or... are you just desperate to be fucked properly, huh?" He doesn't wait for you to answer, licks your mouth once, leaving a glistening trail of saliva on your lips, and slides it down your tender, vulnerable throat and lower, over your heavy, milky tits and soft belly. His hot breath streams over your flushed skin, and you arch up on the bed, trying to get more of his touch.Â
"Alpha...more, please, I need more...' Your pathetic whimper excites Seonghwa even more, and a new wave of heavier, sweeter pheromones fills the bedroom, and you begin to dissolve even more into the thick, seductive haze, sinking deeper and deeper into the natural pleasure space that is inherent in all bunnies. All of your rational thought has ceased to exist, and all you can think about is how badly you want to get on top of the Alpha's thick knot and ride him for hours on end until your pussy is saturated and filled to the brim with cum. "Please touch me more! Touch me more! I need it so badly, Mommy...'Â
Your little heel kicking the air as one of Seonghwa's clawed hands reaches up and roughly cups one of your swollen, milk-filled tits, beginning to knead it in his palm as his long, rough tongue lazily glides over your tender belly skin. His sharp nails gently scratch your aching, swollen nipple before wrapping two fingers around it and twisting it.Â
You squeal loudly as a sharp, raw sensation of pleasure rushes through you, and Seonghwa takes advantage of it, sliding his long, slender fingers so deep into your pussy that the soft pads of his fingers touch a small bundle of super-sensitive nerves, shutting you off completely.Â
"Oh God, Alpha!" Your loud scream fills the room, along with the sugary scent of ripe peaches and cream, and you feel the viscous sweet slime spurting from your pussy, coating Seonghwa's fingers in a glistening glaze.Â
All of a sudden you feel a hot, soft mouth encircling your sensitive clit, sharp fangs scratching at it for a moment before a slippery, rough tongue begins to massage it aggressively. Greedy lips clinging even tighter to your swollen bud, sucking it deeper into the wolf's mouth to suckle your pussy with a deep animal hunger. You tremble all over. Crystal clear tears begin to gather at the corners of your eyes from the intensity of the sensations, and you squeal loudly, unable to contain yourself. A new wave of lust washes over your body, leaving you feverish and helpless, hungry for more and more.Â
I-I... so much... so much...'
You feel rather than hear Seonghwa's velvety purr as he painfully slowly withdraws his fingers from you, allowing the demonically handsome Alpha to slip his tongue into your slime oozing hole.Â
Seonghwa deep moans and leaves kisses on your wet, flushed skin as he watches Hongjoong lapping at your beautiful cunt, his fingers still pulling and twisting at your nipple, stimulating the production of milk, and you sob between intermittent sighs, completely softened by the intense pleasure. He returns his fingers to your cunt, running them over your silky petal-like folds, only to open them to the insatiable mouth of the other Alpha, causing more and more of your sweet nectar to ooze out of you, coating his fingers and dripping directly onto Hongjoong's tongue.
"That's it, fluffy. Make Daddy happy; come on his face; let him taste you." Seonghwa lifts his gaze to your face wet with tears and grins with a lecherous grin. "Your heat is getting close, bunny; I can smell it in your scent, and Hongjoong can feel it as well, right, Joong?" The dark-haired Alpha growls in confirmation, burying his face even deeper between your legs, and you squeal, kicking the air around with your little heel in vain.Â
"I can't wait for it to hit you with full force. We'll make you purr, princess."
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