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hongism · 4 years ago

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on me - k.hongjoong

➻ pairing: sub!hongjoong x femdom!reader ➻ wc: 2.5k ➻ genre: pwp, smut ➻ rating: 18+, M ➻ warnings: explicit smut, dom/sub themes, dom!reader, sub!hongjoong, handjobs, anal fingering, pegging ➻ summary: hongjoong wants to try something a little different tonight

“Are you sure about this?” You ask, hand sliding from Hongjoong’s bicep down do his wrist. He shivers under the touch and shies away from you a little, but after a second he leans back against your fingers.

A pretty pink blush dusts his cheeks. When he knows, the bundle of blue locks splayed over his forehead bounce, and you can’t stop thinking about how damn pretty he looks like this. Embarrassed and nervous, but so pretty on top of you. His thighs rest on either side of your body, a position neither of you are used to, but it’s so comfortable. You would never pass up the chance to rest your hands on the milky skin of Hongjoong’s thighs.

“Y-Yes, I am.” Hongjoong manages to usher some confidence into his voice as he speaks, and he lifts his chin a little. Your eyes meet, fire dancing through yours, as lust swirls in his. He drags a hand down the side of your face and caresses your cheek. “There isn’t anyone I would rather do this with.”

You return his words with a gentle smile, lips curling up fondly as you watch Hongjoong tug his t-shirt over his head. Once the material falls away, you can’t resist the urge to run your hands over his skin. He is a work of art in your eyes, the perfect canvas, and you want to lay mark after mark along his collarbones and pectorals. He shivers under the touch and pushes his hands back against your shoulders. You fall back against the mattress, a huff of laughter leaving your chest as you do.

Hongjoong’s hands don’t stop moving though. He runs them down your torso, catching on the hem of your shirt and tugging upwards until it joins his on the floor. Your pants are next to go; his deft fingers work the button and zipper open and drag down. Not once does he reach for his own zipper though, despite the obviously painful bulge straining against the jeans. You almost want to laugh at his resolve. You weren’t expecting him to hand this much control over to you – sure he asked if you could peg him, but you’ve never seen him so submissive and desperate.

You stop his hands with your own, and a whine tumbles from his lips in an instant as he loses contact with your body.

“Hold on, baby boy. We’re gonna need to switch positions. I can’t prep you like this.” You drape your arms around Hongjoong’s pretty, lithe waist as he squirms on top of you. The sight is so pathetic and pretty that you would love to just get straight to business and fuck him into next week, but the two of you have never done this. You can’t rush it, not this time or any time really, but especially since Hongjoong is so needy already.

You manage to reign him in enough to slide out from under him. When you stand next to the mattress, Hongjoong scrambles forward on his hands and knees, dropping his face to the pillow without any hesitation. You bite back a laugh.

Hongjoong must have been preparing this idea for a long time because he brought lube and a good-sized strap on, leaving them on the bedside table without you noticing until he brought it up halfway through your makeout session. The lube has cherries all over the label – Hongjoong’s favorite fruit – and you pick it up with careful fingers before returning to the mattress. The cushion dips under your knees as you position yourself behind Hongjoong. His positioning makes it a bit awkward to strip his pants off, especially with the painful tent of his clothed member, but you manage to wiggle his jeans off within two minutes.

“Are you sure about this?” You inquire just before popping the cap of the lube open. Hongjoong shifts to look back at you over the curve of his shoulder and ass. That pretty blush has returned to his cheeks. You can’t stop looking at it, admiring the hazy gleam in his eyes that’s already there, and how the red of his cheeks contrasts with his blueberry hair.

“One thousand percent sure,” Hongjoong sighs. You smile at his comment then squeeze some of the cold lube onto your index finger. The strap he brought is more girthy than you would’ve expected from him, so he’s going to need quite a bit of preparation to work up to that. Rubbing the lube between your fingers, you move closer to the curve of his ass and drag your clean hand over the smooth expanse of skin there. Hongjoong is pretty from head to toe, and that includes both his ass and his cock that dangles between his legs already hard and weeping precum. He’s worked up from the mere idea of riding you. That alone makes you release a small chuckle as you drag your index finger over his puckered hole.

“So worked up already, baby boy?” You coo, waiting for his body to release a bit of tension before pushing your finger into him. Hongjoong keens at the touch, back arching as you pass the first and second knuckles into him. “My pretty boy.”

The words cause his cock to twitch, a few strands of precum weep onto the sheets, and the sight doesn’t escape your notice. You slowly pump your finger in and out of him, wiggling the digit up and down some to stretch him open.

“Do you like it when I call you mine, baby?” Another twitch through his dick. “Or is it when I call you pretty?” Yet another twitch, and you have your answers. Hongjoong doesn’t say anything to confirm your questions, but he doesn’t need to.

“M-More,” he stammers out, nearly fucking himself back on your finger. You stop the movements with your other hand and hold his hips in place.

“You’ll take what I give you, darling.” You curl your finger in his tight heat. The motion draws a high-pitched whine from his chest, and he wriggles against your grip on his hips. You don’t budge, however, and hold him in place as you slowly sink a second lubed finger into his hole. Hongjoong releases a minute gasp as the sensation. His neck arches and he lifts his head off the pillow only to drop it back down a second later. He writhes even from the minimal contact; not much pressure is needed to have him squirming under you, but you pause just to make sure that he isn’t in any pain. “How does it feel, baby boy?”

“A-Ah, stings – stings a little, but good… good, it feels so good.” Hongjoong releases a wanton moan as you press deeper and scissor your fingers ever so slightly. “Please, please go f-faster.”

You actually heed his words this time, increasing your pace bit by bit until you’re fucking your fingers into him quickly. You evade his prostate though. Every time you brush past it, Hongjoong whines and tries to shift so that you hit it, but a sharp slap to the underside of his ass keeps him in place. You find that he quite enjoys the slight spanks; his cock trembles a little bit more with each slap, and his fists clench around the bedsheets. He tries to bury his face in the pillow to keep the obscene moans and whines from spilling from his lips, but he can’t stay down because you just continue to brush over his prostate.

He doesn’t have to tell you to add a third finger. The moans are enough indication that he’s ready for another, and you have to pull out to dribble more lube over your fingers before continuing. Hongjoong whines at the absence of your touch. The sound is so delicate and soft that you think you could melt from just hearing it. His cheeks have gained a further flush, beads of sweat trickle down his forehead, and even in his position, you can see the way his chest heaves from exertion. It’s too fucking pretty. You won’t be able to contain yourself much longer if he keeps up like this.

Your fingers find his hole again and press in with the third finger added this time. Hongjoong is midway through whining about the absence of your touch as you fuck your fingers back into him. The whine turns to an obscenely loud moan. You eat the sound up, twisting your fingers in him and finally hitting that sweet spot head on.

“A-Ah, oh my god, oh my god, Y/N, ho-holy shit,” Hongjoong babbles as you continue to rub over his prostate. You smirk at the sound of him, admiring the way his back curves and arches under your touch.

“You’re so so gorgeous, baby boy. My pretty little boy all worked up, huh?”

“H-ha! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Neither of you are expecting Hongjoong to spill cum over the sheets upon hearing your words. He cums with a jerk of his hips, cock untouched and spurting white threads over the sheets even as you pull your fingers out of his ass.

“That was so fucking beautiful, baby,” you groan as Hongjoong brings himself down from the sudden high. Your left hand rubs small circles against his back while the orgasm rolls over him, and you don’t stop until his breathing steadies.

“I… I r-really need you to fuck me now,” Hongjoong exhales, rolling onto his side and looking up at you through hooded lids. He looks blissed and fucked out already; you can only imagine how much of a dream he’s going to look while riding you. It’s enough incentive to spur you into action. You nudge him to the side and peel the sheets back so you don’t have to sit on top of the mess he made.

Before positioning yourself under him, you hop up and grab the strap on from the bedside table. Hongjoong watches you secure it in place while gnawing on his lower lip. Equal parts nervousness and lust shine through on his expression. The lust proves more prominent though because he lunges towards the drawers of the table with eagerness and pulls a condom out. He tears the packet open with his teeth, fingers fumbling with the material as he rushes to get it loose and rolled onto the dildo. You have to stop him when he straddles your hips.

“The lube, baby boy. We need the lube,” you remind him. Hongjoong releases a breathy sigh, bobbing his head up and down as he twists to find the bottle of lube. His hair bounces, and you watch the movement with a small grin on your lips. You wonder if his pretty cock will bounce like that while he’s riding you. Hongjoong fumbles with the cap of the lube. A soft-spoken cuss falls from his lips, and you grin up at him as he yanks at the cap with a scowl. The action shouldn’t be as adorable as it is; his cute pursed lips and furrowed brows, completed with the indignant shake of his head when the cap finally pops open. You can hardly believe that the man is about to ride you.

Hongjoong dribbles a generous amount of lube over the dildo, rubbing his palm along the length and warming the liquid up to his liking. He pulls back with a small sigh of satisfaction. Hips come forward, his half-hard member drags along your thigh, then he’s lifting himself over the tip of the dildo. You bite your lip in anticipation as you watch him sink onto the length. Inch by inch, the silicone disappears into your boyfriend. The sight has you wanting to buck your hips up into him, but he was so desperate about the idea of doing all the work of riding you so you force yourself to lean back and just admire the sight above you.

He bottoms out with a low whine, hesitating on top of you as he grows accustomed to the snug fit. You place your hands atop his thighs and massage the muscles gently in attempts to help him relax a bit more. It works like a charm. Soon enough, Hongjoong rolls his hips a little against yours. A small moan tumbles from his lips. His next movements are bounces as he uses his thighs to ride the strap. The faster he goes, the more moans escape him. You reach out to take his cock in your hand, squeezing the base tightly as he rides you. The noise that resounds is heaven to your ears.

It prompts you to maintain the movements, and you drag your palm along his cock, stopping to squeeze the base when he bottoms out on top of you. You can’t get enough of the sight of him bouncing above you, cock red and leaking precum again even though he came not too long ago. You drop his member all of a sudden and rake your eyes over his body as he braces himself on your abdomen. His cock bounces just as you thought it would, matching the movements of his hair earlier. You tease the corner of your mouth with your tongue. Hongjoong doesn’t meet your gaze; he focuses on your stomach rather than the hungry look in your eyes. It’s that pretty blush that gets to you yet again, and you close your fingers around his cock once more.

Just the slightest touch is enough to send him over the edge. Another orgasm hits him harder than the last, harder than any orgasm he’s had with you for that matter. He freezes atop you, teeth sinking into his lower lip, and he cums all over your hand. You don’t stop stroking him though; no, you jerk him through the orgasm, milking every last drop out of his hypersensitive cock. You only stop when Hongjoong jerks and thrashes above you.

“S-Stop, please, please, ah–ah I’m too – ah, please, Y/N, pl-please.”

You cease your movements and lap up the cum between your fingers. Hongjoong’s cheeks darken as you make eye contact with him the whole time. Once you’ve fully cleaned your hand, you help Hongjoong off the dildo, and he whines from the sensation. With a huff, he falls back on the bed.

“That was… better than I thought it would be.”

“I’m glad, baby.” You smile as his reclining figure. “I’ll get the bath running so we can get you cleaned up, okay?”

“Sounds p-perfect, yea, perfect.”

You roll off the bed and get to your feet, undoing the attachments of the strap on. As you move, Hongjoong calls out to your retreating back, and you spin on your heel to look back at him.

“Y/N!”

“Yes, my love?”

“Thank you for tonight.”

“Anything for you, baby boy.”

☽ ☾

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mojojojo2017 · 4 years ago

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Professor Cliché

A Vegebul One-Shot

Summary: The notorious Professor Vegeta Ouji. Students and colleagues alike whither under his steely glare. But a certain heiress doesn’t seem to be as affected. At least not in the way Vegeta is accustomed to...

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Vegeta/Bulma Briefs

Word count: 1,405

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Professor Cliché

I never thought this would happen to me. That I would end up falling into this cliché. But here we are...

As he walked into the lecture hall, the only thing on his mind was how many of these dunderheads would be dropping his class after today. “Everyone, take your seats. This class started five minutes ago.”

“B-but, Professor, you’re just now walking in...”

Vegeta looked up into the face of the imbecile who dared to speak. His eyes locked on to a short, nerdy type with a stupid hat on his head. “And your name is?”

“Um, Chiaotzu, sir.”

“Chiaotzu,” he repeated. He made his way over to the big mahogany desk in the center of the room, carelessly tossing his briefcase, watching as it skid across the desktop. He took a casual, albeit domineering, stance before the class, crossing his arms over his chest and leaned precariously on the edge of the desk, he legs crossed at the ankle. His usual stance for when he was about to school an exasperating student. “Now, Chiaotzu. Would you care to take a look at your schedule.” He remained still as he was met with silence and the dumbfounded expression on the student in question’s face. “I’m waiting,” he deadpanned.

“Y-yes, sir. Um, this class is scheduled for 5pm on Tuesdays, sir.”

“And what time is it now?”

“F-five o’seven, sir.”

“Meaning...?”

Chiaotzu spluttered incoherently.

“Meaning class started seven minutes ago,” a feminine voice answered.

Vegeta turned to find the culprit that interrupted his valuable teaching moment. Years of practice at remaining cool and detached in any given situation had prepared him well. Otherwise his eyes would’ve bugged out of his skull as he took in the appearance of the woman sitting in the front row with her leg provocatively placed over the other, making her skirt ride up her milky thighs. Vegeta’s demeanor did not sway, his callous facade still in place although his heart skipped a beat as he mentally appreciated the bluenette’s beauty. Not to be derailed by her, he continued, “and your name, Miss?”

“Briefs. Bulma Briefs.”

A mummer ran throughout the room as the other students reacted to the name. Vegeta was no exception to the surprisingly familiar name. He knew that name all too well. Seen it on his checks every two weeks. “As in daughter of Dr. Briefs, founder of this university? That Bulma Briefs?” he questioned.

“The one and only,” she replied with a cheeky smile.

Vegeta could sense this woman was accustomed to getting what she wanted. But he vowed that he wouldn’t be so easily fooled. “So then, tell me, Miss Briefs. Am I correct in my assumption that class did indeed start seven, well I guess it would now be eight, minutes ago? Despite the fact that I was not in the room at that time.”

“Sir, I didn’t mean-” Chiaotzu tried to interject.

Vegeta held his hand up at him. His eyes never strayed from Bulma. “Quiet, Mr. Gyoza. I believe I was asking Miss Briefs.”

“Technically, yes,” she stated. Vegeta smiled, smug, ready to dismiss the conversation and prove his point further, but Bulma kept talking. “But one may then ask how there can be a lecture without a professor to give it?”

Vegeta scowled. “I refer you back to Mr. Gyoza’s answer from before. This class is scheduled at 5pm. Whether I am here or not does not negate the appointed time for which this class is to be taught.”

“So I’m to assume then that, whether or not you choose to grace us with your presence, we are to come to class expectant to learn and review material?”

Vegeta’s perpetual scowl almost faltered. He was not used to students challenging him. Or anyone for that matter. He was the notorious Professor Ouji. People wept when they say his name on their rosters. And he was not going to be out shown by a prissy little debutant who got to where she’s at solely on the curtails of her father’s success. “Yes. You assume correctly.” He got to his feet and went to the chalkboard that spanned the length of the lecture hall. “Now, if we are in understanding of the intricacies of scheduling and when this class begins, let’s finally get down to business.” He grabbed a piece of chalk and wrote ‘Dr. Vegeta Ouji’ and ‘Anthropology 101’ on the board in his neat scrawl. “I am sure all of you have a copy of the syllabus at the ready, so I will review my expectations of each and every one of you during this course.” His eyes lingered on the blue-haired heiress in the front as he retrieved his own copy from his briefcase.

How the hell did this happen?

Vegeta found himself in his office, as he usually did after class. But this time he was not alone. This time was completely different. Here he sat in his leather desk chair as the busty Miss Briefs straddled his lap, her skirt hiked up to her waist and her blouse unbuttoned to show the red lacy bra underneath. Vegeta tried but failed to hide the utter pleasure he felt as he moved her panties to the side to allow her to sink down on his throbbing erection. The moan that escaped both their lips was laced with carnal desire.

“Oh my god. When my friends said you were a giant dick, I never would’ve thought you had one too,” Bulma said as she closed her eyes and ground herself down on Vegeta’s lap.

“Fuck... that filthy mouth of yours.”

Bulma leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Was that a request to fuck my filthy mouth?”

Vegeta grabbed Bulma’s hips, swiveling her in a way that caused her to moan in ecstasy and surprise. “I can think of a few other ways to occupy that mouth of yours first,” he said huskily. He fisted his hand into her hair and captured her lips with his. Bulma moaned into the kiss. Vegeta began to bounce her up and down his cock, helping her achieve an intense rhythm they both thoroughly enjoyed. Bulma fumbled to divest Vegeta of his dress shirt, skimming her hands over his exposed pecs and pushing the button-up down his arms. Vegeta sat forward and Bulma was able to wrap her arms around his muscular back, scratching her fingers along the base of his scalp, making him give a forceful thrust upwards at the unexpected tremor of pleasure. She repeated the action and Vegeta could feel her smile against his lips.

“Temptress,” he growled.

“Oh, I think I did more that just tempt you.”

Vegeta stood suddenly, his large hands gripping Bulma’s plump ass as he deposited her on top of his desk. He hooked his hands behind her knees, spreading her open for him. Then he really started to move. He snapped his hips against her, thrusting his cock in to be hilt before he pulled almost completely out, only to delve back in again. Bulma laid back against the desk, completely consumed by the pure, unadulterated pleasure Vegeta was bringing her. It was heaven. Vegeta was stretching her in the best possible way, she was so tight. His long strokes spurring her on and making her moan loudly. Vegeta was so close watching her come undone before him. He almost exploded as he watched her move her hand down to circle her clit as he continued to fuck her. Then he felt it. Her walls clenched his cock deliciously. Her moans reverberating against the corners of his office. He was a goner. He grunted out as he climaxed, giving one final thrust as his orgasm took over. He stood for one moment longer, completely spent from his release, before slowly removing himself from Bulma’s still fluttering cavern. He fell back into his cushioned chair, his breathing ragged. He watched as the woman on top of his desk tried to catch her breath, her chest heavy attractively and her legs still spread open. He could see his cum seeping out of her pussy and couldn’t help the groan that escaped him at the sight. Bulma moved her head to the side at the sound, opening her eyes so she could look at Vegeta. Meeting his dark, desire-filled eyes, she gave him a languid smile.

Vegeta gazed back at her gorgeous face, his breath catching. Fuck...

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the1918 · 5 years ago

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‘take you with me’

a collaboration by @the1918 and @howdoyousleep3 - written for the wonderful Jo ( @cantabile-l ) on the anniversary of that incredible softie’s birth 😘

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: virgin!Omega Steve x Alpha Bucky

Word Count: 6.5K

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics (and associated themes/elements), Loss of Virginity, Anal Sex/Play, Rimming

Author’s Note: This was written as an extension of this head canon post about Omega Steve wanting to share his heat with post-Hydra recovery Bucky. It was written with the sole intent of giving the fair Lady Joanna of Soft everything she wants in a single fic... we think we got most of the way there, haha. We love you darling, happy birthday.<3

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The past twenty-four hours had been sweet and boundless torture for Bucky. Steve’s preheat ramped up so quickly after they’d talked in the kitchen, after Steve had asked Bucky to help him through his heat, to be the first man to hold him and knot him and take him.

After Bucky had accepted Steve’s proposition -- no hesitation -- it was like some sort of string had formed to hold the two tightly together, never wanting to be outside of arm’s reach from each other. Bucky would sit down on the couch and Steve would follow right behind. He’d tuck in close to the alpha’s side, pressing his nose to Bucky’s neck like it was nothing, tops of his cheeks flushing once he realized what he was doing. Seeing the beautiful pink dusting those perfect cheekbones had made Bucky want to lay the omega out on the couch right then and there. Instead, he’d pressed the lightest of kisses against Steve’s cheek, cooed, “S’alright, sweetheart--keep goin’.”

Their scents had begun to mingle from then on, from Steve spending an ample amount of time tucked into Bucky’s neck. Bucky would walk around smelling his own scent but also Steve’s, sweeter than sin, and the intoxicating mix of the two swirling together was overwhelming. He had found himself crowding Steve up against doorways and counters, his grip tight on a narrow waist, nose pressed tight against that tender skin of his neck.

“Oh, honey,” he’d rumbled, letting himself suck on the hinge of Steve’s jaw, ignoring the steely line of Steve’s erection hot on his hip, “Y’startin’ to smell like me. That okay with you?”

Steve hadn’t been able to answer in words, choked on a few pitiful noises, wiggled in Bucky’s grip but tipped his head a tad more on instinct in place of that verbal answer.

Of course it was okay.

In fact, it was so okay that within a few hours Steve had begun to build up a nest in his room. Even though Steve is a virgin, he knows how to make a mean nest, has been building up some of the best, most tempting nests since the 40s. This one is different, though. This nest not only has Steve’s soft items (his clothing, his pillows, his sheets and his towels) but Bucky’s as well. In his pre-heat addled brain Steve had apparently been under the impression that he’s sneaky enough to steal Bucky’s used linens and sweaty shirts from his room and move them to his own without the alpha noticing.

Adorable.

Just like on the couch, Steve’s cheeks had turned the prettiest shade of pink when he’d been caught red-handed with a handful of items from Bucky’s laundry basket. He had even tried to turn and walk the other way before Bucky grabbed for him, chuckling and wrapping an arm tight around Steve’s waist, dragging him with ease back to Steve’s room. Bucky had cooed and praised him, pressed sweet noises into Steve’s neck, into Steve’s cheek, telling Steve how sweet of an omega he was for making them a nest.

“Such a pretty nest, omega, look at that. Put my clothes in there, show me how you make it pretty, come on, Stevie.”

But the hours pass and then suddenly Steve is not in preheat; not anymore. His normally sweet scent starts to smell like a peach that’s just short of too-ripe, and it surrounds Bucky, wraps around his every molecule and fills up his lungs and blinds him with need.

They both notice the exact moment the change happens but no words are exchanged; they don’t need them. Instead, Bucky just takes Steve’s hand and leads him to Steve’s bedroom, to the nest that smells like them both.

***

Steve Rogers is fucking gorgeous. It’s not the first time that Bucky has seen him naked -- not even close -- but it is the first time Bucky has seen him naked and spread out like an offering in front of him, bared, cock hard and flushed and lucious neck exposed. It’s the first time he’s seen Steve’s endless legs and golden skin shimmering with sweat and colored by the warm flush of his heat. It’s definitely the first time he’s seen Steve lower his lashes and spread his legs -- sweet but shy when he shows Bucky the gleam of slick between his thighs -- reaching one arm out in a plea for Bucky to ‘come here, alpha’, to press his weight on top of him.

There’s nothing that Bucky can do to resist the request. When he lowers his body down to cover Steve’s he’s shocked by how small it makes Steve’s huge body seem all of a sudden, and the feeling makes Bucky visibly puff his chest out, makes the increasingly primal-feeling alpha inside him swell with pride. He presses his lips to Steve’s and kisses him with all the tenderness he can summon, pours all of his love and a century of want into it, does everything he can to make Steve feel safe and cared for and cherished in every possible way.

Time melts into nothing and ceases to be a part of them. Their bodies touch and sink into each other, lines blurring as they learn each other’s taste and touch and sounds. Steve is needy in his heat -- of course he is -- but he’s handing his trust over to Bucky so freely and so surely that it seems almost impossible to Bucky. He’s been with omegas in heat before but this is different, so different, and he lets his alpha instincts guide him where they need to go. Steve follows without question.

Steve is the most sensitive, responsive little thing Bucky has ever seen. It’s pure fantasy. The first time he slips a finger inside of Steve, Bucky thinks he dies. The inside of Steve’s body is wet and scorching, and it’s gripping Bucky’s flesh and pulling it in like it’s his cock already-- but it’s the delicious mewling noise Steve makes that sends Bucky’s head flying. It’s the sight of Steve’s pink little rim stretched around his fingers that steals Bucky’s breath. Steve was wet before but now he starts to gush, and that’s when Bucky knows without a doubt that there’s not a single thing in this whole goddamn world that can stop him from getting his tongue inside Steve’s cunt in the next five seconds.

If Bucky thought Steve smelled delicious before, it had absolutely nothing on the scent and taste of Steve’s slick in his mouth. Bucky drinks him in like a dying man, slurps at Steve’s ass like it’s the only source of nourishment in a desert and Bucky is just a lost wanderer stumbling upon an oasis of peaches and paradise. He fucks his tongue in and out right alongside his fingers, revels in the weight of Steve’s calves slung over his shoulders.

It’s when Bucky adds a third finger and seeks out Steve’s prostate that Steve really starts to fall apart. It’s a visible shock to Steve’s whole body, and he lets out a yelp that quickly turns into a moan, presses down into it before scrambling back like he can’t take the enormity of such a good feeling. The reaction only makes Bucky want fuck his sweet spot harder, so that’s what Bucky does.

Steve comes untouched. Bucky had barely given his sweet little dick anything but a few teases of the tongue, so it blind-sides Bucky completely. Steve is a vision and a miracle before him; he whines and moans through it like the pleasure is too much, moans out Bucky and alpha like they’re the only words he’ll ever speak again. His dick sprays milky white all over his toned abdomen and his eyes squeeze shut, pink lips falling apart in a perfect ‘o’ shape. Bucky knows immediately that he needs to see all of that again.

He dives back in.

***

Reality begins to melt after that, just as time had done already. Bucky’s own cock is rock hard and dripping and neglected but all he knows now is Steve, his omega’s taste and his scent and his noises and his skin. So when Steve’s stream of soft sounds and broken words suddenly begin to form a question, it hits Bucky’s ears but he can’t process it-- not when he has so many other things to focus on, not when he’s got Steve’s slick dripping down his chin and three fingers buried in his warm cunt.

But Bucky hears them nonetheless and he knows he needs to check in, can’t ignore his omega, so he pulls his head back with a groan and licks at the crease of Steve’s hip, laps up some of the omega’s come that’s pooled in his navel while he’s at it.

“What’s that, baby? Huh?” Bucky pumps his fingers heavy and slow as he talks, relishes and wants to fucking live in the helpless noises Steve makes.

“Buck, alpha I wanna...lemme--”

“Come on, sweetness-- speak up. M’gonna give you whatever you want, whatever you need, just gotta tell me what that is.” Bucky knows he’s being mean, knows his fingers are stretching the omega so good, knows they have to feel like a relief all velvety and smooth inside of him. Steve’s body trembles underneath Bucky’s touch there in the damp sheets of their nest and Bucky can’t keep his lips off of him: stomach, hips, the inside of his thighs.

“W-wanna put it in my mouth, alpha…” and Steve doesn’t say it in a buttery smooth way he says most things with confidence and purpose. He sounds hysterical. Bucky hadn’t connected the gasps and the quaking and the noises, but Steve sounds like he’s about to pass out from sheer panic.

“Baby, hey hey, omega. Stevie,” Bucky purrs as he slips his fingers from Steve’s cunt, drenched well past his wrist in slick, and crawls up the length of the blond’s body. He peppers kisses as he moves, slow and open-mouthed ones, not succumbing to the urge to rush things, to hurry, for fear of frightening Steve seemingly further.

God, Steve looks like an angel, Bucky almost certain that he is one. The alpha wants to eat him whole, swallow him down, become one with him in every possible way. Those ocean eyes are struggling to stay open, are full of complete devotion that Bucky purrs upon seeing but there is something else there. Not only is it visible on Steve’s features, Bucky can smell it in the air, wants to bite and growl at the way his Stevie’s scent has gone from sweet to bitter.

“Hey, whats’a matter? Huh? You good? Need you to talk to me,” Bucky whispers into the kisses he gives Steve’s plump lips. He wants to suck on them, wants to tear at them with his teeth, but that’s not what Steve wants and that is the only thing that is important to Bucky right now.

Bucky doesn’t know his chest is constricted and tight until it unravels at the first sight of Steve nodding his head a little bit. At the first nod Bucky is murmuring nonsense into Steve’s cheek, running his lips up his jawline, over his sensitive gland.

“S’alright, Stevie doll, you’re just feelin’ so much aren’t ya? Such a sweet thing, a soft thing. Y’can’t help it, can ya?” and god bless him Steve’s bottom lip trembles as he nods his head, hiccups, “S’a lot, Buck,” and christ, Bucky wants to eat him up.

“But it’s good, yeah? Feel good?” Steve’s whimpers turn into a whine, nods his head frantically, almost bumps noses with Bucky he’s answering with such enthusiasm. That enthusiasm quickly shifts back to that chaotic energy, Steve’s eyes welling up with tears again, so sensitive, and he’s mumbling, “Lemme put it in my mouth, alpha please, please, Bucky wanna suck you off, wanna feel...wanna fe--”

Bucky can’t listen to the omega anymore, knows that if he says anything about Bucky’s cock he’s gonna bust a nut right here right now. His lips on Steve’s are something fierce, are slick and hungry and move and glide with ease, give him enough time to compose himself.

“You wanna get your alpha’s cock in your mouth, sweetheart?” and just saying it has fire rolling down Bucky’s spine, has him licking into Steve’s mouth in a few seconds that get away from him. Steve wiggles, feels so sweet underneath him as he does so, whispers, “Want your cock in my mouth, alpha…”

And Bucky is but a man and a provider.

He’d thought that Steve gasping with tears in his eyes right after he came untouched was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen but he hadn’t seen the omega scrambling between his legs, settling on his front, looking up at Bucky expectantly. Bucky is a bad man.

He chooses to sit back against the headboard to better see Steve, to better touch and hold and praise him. He’s even more grateful for the structure against the line of his back when Steve leans forward and gives the gentlest of licks to the angry head of Bucky’s cock.

Jesus fuck.

He might say that out loud, isn’t entirely sure, but what he does know is that Steve’s looking up at him for guidance, wants to be so good, but isn’t sure of what to do with his mouth.

“Do what feels natural, Stevie. Wanna show me more’a that tongue? Yeah? Grab onto it, come on--don’t be shy.”

If Bucky weren’t a man of faith before he may become one the moment Steve wraps a hesitant hand around the base of his cock, sticks his tongue out and laps sweetly at the tip. Those pink lips naturally purse, follow that little pink tongue, wrap loosely around the tip as well and Bucky is certain the angels start singing.

“Yeah, baby that’s nice, makes my alpha cock feel good.” He throws out the ‘alpha’ almost gratuitously, loving the obvious effect it has on Steve’s hormone-filled brain. “Feel good in your mouth?”

Steve is the sweetest thing in the entire world, makes Bucky’s teeth ache, doesn’t even pull off his cock to answer. He nods his head, inadvertently bobbing it, whimpers something that resembles an mhmm, his eyelids fluttering gently. Steve already seems to be calming down, shoulders not as tense, breathing evening out, and Bucky doesn’t even try to pretend like it doesn’t make him feel like the greatest alpha there ever was.

Steve’s broad hands somehow look small wrapped around the base of Bucky’s cock, the thick shaft, but his lips look like sin, all slick and pink. Steve is eager as hell but hesitant still, looks up at Bucky as he moves his head forward an inch or two, holds Bucky in his mouth and sucks.

“Oh, shit, Stevie--fuck, baby boy, that’s fucking nice.”

Steve mewls and hums at the praise, pitiful noises, sucks a few more times, runs his tongue around the parts he can reach in his mouth. Bucky slides a hand through that sun-kissed hair, adds a physical sense of encouragement, of praise, into the mix. He knows it’s the right decision when he sees the omega’s eyes roll a little, takes Bucky a little deeper at the same time.

He can’t help but dig his fingers into Steve’s scalp a little, a motion that makes Steve’s whole jaw fall open, both in a moan and as his mouth goes slack at the feel of the alpha’s possessive fingers in his hair.

“Mmm, you’re even sweeter with somethin’ in your mouth, aren’t ya? You think you can take me deeper?” It’s a cheap shot, he knows it is, carries through with it anyway. Steve Rogers loves a good challenge, does as Captain America, did as a scrawny punk in an alley, does as a sweet pup of a thing between his alpha’s thighs now.

Jesus fucking christ. Bucky is so fucking lost on this man.

Bucky’s hand slides down to the back of Steve’s neck, grips it as Steve makes his own sort of rumble -- a purr -- the cutest little noise as he slurps and sucks Bucky down. Steve is so obviously gone on this and shit, that’s nice and perfectly sloppy.

“Look at that, honey, ohh that’s nice, pull back some, come back and--oh shit, baby.”

Bucky’s toes are curling at the inexperience lingering in all of Steve’s actions, the edge of teeth here and there and the subtle reminders that his omega has never had another alpha’s cock in his mouth. Steve is a quick learner, natural instincts kicking in, but it’s his eagerness that is gutting, that has Bucky panting with an open mouth as he looks down.

He wants to let Steve lick his cock sloppy forever. Steve looks so fucking calm and happy, and Bucky just wants this moment to last for the rest of their fucking lives. But it can’t, because Steve’s eyelids are dropping almost too low now and Bucky can tell Steve’s breathing is uneven and slow, like he’s having to force himself to remember to take in air. His scent is sweet and not bitter but Bucky’s still worried, for a different reason he can’t totally put his finger on. That same provider voice in the back of Bucky’s head is reminding him that he’s not here right now just to get his balls sucked. He’s here because Steve needs something only an alpha can give him.

It almost pains him to do it, but Bucky makes himself push his fingers into Steve’s golden hair, tugging gently to ease him off of his cock. But of course Steve won’t go at first -- tries to sink his wet mouth even deeper -- so Bucky has to slide around to frame his jaw and pull him off.

“Sweetheart, honey-- fuck, we gotta fuck you now.”

Bucky says it almost like it’s an apology, and he hefts Steve up with hand under his armpits and moves him bodily before leaning down, capturing his lips and kissing him full of reassurance, a reminder of the trust Bucky knows Steve has placed in him. “You need it, baby, omega. Yeah? Know you do.”

He can see that Steve’s feeling softer after actually getting to feel his alpha’s cock heavy on his tongue, after getting to know the skin and flesh and bulk of what’s going to be inside of him. Steve nods his agreement at Bucky’s words, shows him how eager and ready he is. Bucky kisses him one more time before setting out to move him where he wants him.

“On your side, baby boy.”

Steve nods his understanding, eyelids sweet and heavy, and he goes to move but Bucky’s there first, helping him. He makes sure Steve is comfortable lying on his left side before slotting up behind him, vibranium arm beneath him, flesh hand brushing over his hipbone. They’re close, so close. It feels like there’s not an inch of their skin that isn’t touching.

Bucky runs a hand up and down Steve’s flank, kissing the back of his neck and his shoulders, mouths into the softness of his hair.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

Steve brings his arms to his chest, grabs for Bucky’s hand and wraps them both around his own chest, condensing his big body into an impossibly small and vulnerable package. His head falls back to rest against Bucky’s shoulder. The sight of the exposed, pale column of his throat almost pulls another growl from Bucky before he gets distracted by the plump red of Steve’s lips. He can’t help but angle down for one more kiss, and Steve smiles into it, happy but jittery and all slowed up like molasses. He nods.

Bucky slides his hand under Steve’s top knee and uses the grip to hold his leg up, open, giving him easy access to Steve’s slicked-up entrance. He pushes three fingers in and finds him tight but ready, just like Bucky had made him with his hands and his tongue. He lines up his cock and, slowly, begins to push.

The fat head of Bucky’s cock pops in and Steve’s body tenses. Bucky expects noises, the same frantic ones he has been hearing all night, thought he’d have to tell Steve to lower his voice. But Steve doesn’t make any sort of noise, nothing, barely breathes, Bucky can’t hear it or feel it. His silence worries Bucky even more than if Steve had cried out in pain so he stops, tightens his arms around him, squeezes to let him know he’s safe, that he’s okay.

“You okay, honey?”

Steve nods, once.

“Keep going. Please.”

Steve’s scent is still sweet-smelling, doesn't give off the bitterness of anxiety, so Bucky makes the decision to trust the omega and push his cock in a few inches further. He’s halfway in when Steve does finally let loose a low, breathy moan, but it sounds almost strangled, and that’s when it hits Bucky-- that Steve is trying to be quiet. He stops his hips again.

“Hey, babydoll,” Bucky says, giving Steve’s whole body a squeeze of reassurance. “Y’know that I want to hear your sweet noises, right?” He kisses the shell of Steve’s ear. “Let ‘em go, for me? How else am I supposed to be the good alpha you need, if I can’t hear what my pretty ‘mega is feelin’?”

The last sentence isn’t even fully out of Bucky’s mouth before Steve lets out loudest fucking moan Bucky has ever heard. It’s like something inside Steve just breaks, because at the exact same time Steve pushes his entire body back and down, effectively impaling himself on the rest of Bucky’s cock.

“Fuck, Steve!”

But Bucky can barely hear his own exclamation over the noise Steve makes, something high and throaty and almost inhuman but also sweet, so sweet and so perfect for the moment and motherfucker Steve’s body is wet and it’s tight like a goddamn vice, and Bucky’s half a heartbeat away from spilling his load right now.

Steve’s sound finally dies down, and his sweet body lets out the most contented sigh.

Bucky is in, all the way. He’s inside of Steve. His cock is sheathed inside a hot, molten place that no man has ever been before, and Bucky has been through fire and ice storms and pain in his life but this--this is his best friend, the love of his life, giving up his body to welcome him home again.

“Steve,” Bucky breathes. He opens his mouth, laves wetly over the scent gland on the side of Steve’s neck, a comfort for them both.

Steve’s scent is even sweeter and warmer than it’s been all night, and it makes Bucky’s blood sing, knowing how well his omega is taking him. He loves that he can actually smell Steve’s descent into satisfaction, and even though he’s sure that Steve must be experiencing some amount of pain -- no way around it, even with the extensive prep -- his alpha instincts are so in-tune to Steve’s body right now that he just knows his omega is okay, knows he's finally getting what his heated body needs.

They lay like that for several long moments, sharing kisses over Steve’s shoulder and just touching. It’s no small amount of torture for Bucky to not start fucking his cock in and out of Steve’s incredible heat, to remain still and let Steve adjust, but it’s more than worth the wait when Steve finally does. Bucky feels that last line of tension leave his body, feels it when Steve sighs into his mouth, murmurs Bucky’s name, not even his designation, but his name.

“God, Steve lemme move, lemme love on you, yeah?”

“Alpha…”

That’s all Bucky needs, leans up on his elbow some, looks down at the spot they’re connected and--

“Ohh shit, omega. Ah, Steve baby, wish you could see us, see what it looks like when you’re full’a me.” Bucky’s voice is gravelly and he prays Steve can understand him, can hear him, pulls back the tiniest amount and pushes back in slowly. It’s his turn to shout, to drop his mouth open and let whatever noise comes out come out.

Steve’s beautiful, every part of him, and that seems to be the recurring theme of the night because goddamn if Bucky doesn’t want to weep at the sight of his cunt all stretched and just taking Bucky.

He pulls his hips back again, grip under the crook of Steve’s knee unwavering as he does so, a sweet little noise floating out of the omega’s mouth as he moves. Bucky can’t help but press his lips to the omega’s ear, wants him to hear every little noise of pleasure the alpha makes, wants him to know it’s all because of Steve.

They find a rhythm, shift like water, ebb and flow, natural in every way possible. Bucky almost feels like he’s dancing, a part of his body constantly in motion, constantly seeking out Steve’s even though he is right here in his arms, letting him in. He wants to touch Steve in such a way as this for the rest of his natural life and then some, never wants to have the omega in any other way. He’s perfect for Bucky, squeezes him so tight all over, takes Bucky so well, even when his thrusts pick up pace, when they break through another level of thinning restraint Bucky tries to keep.

“Bucky…” Bucky nips at Steve’s jawline in sheer visceral reaction to hearing his name said in such a way by such a being.

“Ohh, Steve, yeah baby y’feel so fuckin’ good for me. All wet and hot and fuck are you tight for me. That all for me?” There has been no discussion as to what happens after this but there won’t need to be one; they both know how monumental this moment is for the two of them.

“S’all for you, all for you, Buck,” Steve breathes, hand clutching at Bucky’s forearm tight across his chest. Bucky wasn’t sure of what to expect in terms of how well Steve would take him, how well he’s take to sex in general, but nothing could have prepared him for feeling his slick walls flutter around his cock as it moves. He feels it before Steve does, a few seconds later Steve rousing in his arms, gasps turning in murmurs turning into whimpers.

“Yeah? Just sayin’ this sweet omega cunt is all mine gonna make you come? Fuck, baby y’so sensitive,” Bucky purrs against his cheek, moves and hooks his bent knee in the crook of his elbow, presses somehow close as he raises Steve’s leg. His thrusts have picked up pace, able to hear the slick lewd noises of Steve’s accomodating cunt, his slick, and the way Bucky’s cock sounds fucking into it.

“Alpha! I...oh no, god not yet, Buck, I--”

“Shh, you’re gonna gimme this, come on, honey. I’ll make you come as many times as you can take but the first one you have on your alpha’s cock is mine, m’hungry. Give it to me,” and god bless America, Steve comes apart just like that, absolutely crumbles against the line of the alpha’s body. He grapples for Bucky, any part of him he can reach, and Bucky gives him that, brings his hand to grip Steve’s neck at the base, the hinges of his jaw.

Bucky’s worried he’s going to blackout at the sensation of Steve coming on his cock, of watching Steve come in general he’s noticing. The sound of Bucky’s skin smacking against Steve’s backside is beautiful but the noises that sound like they’re ripped from the omega’s chest are even better. Bucky’s whispering encouragement, blind encouragement, right into the shell of Steve’s ear, fucks into him with abandon now, snatching up the chance to do so.

“Fuckin’ hell, omega, that’s the prettiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life, oh baby love.”

Steve’s cunt quivers around the hot steel of the alpha’s cock, flutters and sings and tries its damn hardest to milk him of everything he’s worth. Bucky thanks the heavens that Steve doesn’t attempt to hold his noises back this time, letting them loose into the air in front of him, adding to the image that is Steve Rogers coming on a cock alone. On Bucky’s cock.

This first orgasm makes Steve like putty in his hands, Bucky holding him up, holding him close. He has to whisper a, “Baby,” to get Steve to tip his head, to meet Bucky’s lips over his shoulder. And he doesn’t stop moving, could never once inside of this slick wet heat, fuck. He’s worried Steve might reach that point of panic as he did when he had his first orgasm with the alpha’s fingers inside of him, which makes Steve’s next words all that more surprising.

“Want it, alpha. Please.”

Steve could mean anything but whatever it is Bucky needs to hear him say it out loud, needs to hear his omega beg, plead, ask.

“What do you want?” Bucky growls, demanding and starting to become a little crazy with it. “Stevie. Baby. Tell me your alpha what you need.”

Steve whines and struggles with his own voice, breathing tight, clearly still wrestling with himself and embarrassed by his need. “Want-- want you to fill me up.”

But Bucky can hear what Steve isn’t saying and he knows, knows what Steve really wants to say but he’s holding it back, holding it in, and there’s just no way Bucky can stand for that. He tightens his hand on Steve’s hip and fucks in extra hard, slamming in and grinding up, letting Steve know without words that Bucky expects his omega to say all of it.

“Fill you up with what, Stevie? Say it.”

“Your--” Steve gasps, stutters, squeezes his eyes shut to the onslaught of feeling, “--your knot.”

“Yeah? You want my knot?” Another hard thrust, and Steve lets out a high and feminine whine. “What else?”

“Wan’ your c-come, alpha, please.”

Bucky growls his approval into the back of Steve’s neck but keeps pressing, pressing in with his hips and his cock and his demands, needs to hear everything from Steve.

“Omega,” he warns, his unspoken ‘I won’t ask again’ earning a long whine from Steve. “Let it go baby, you're just hurtin’ yourself tryna keep it in. Tell your alpha what you want--”

“Breed me!” Steve cries, voice and resolve both finally breaking, and then it’s like he can’t stop talking. “Breed me, alpha, please. Need you to -- need you to gimme your baby, need it.”

The noise Bucky lets out can only be described as a snarl, pushed out between his teeth, nostrils flaring at the pleased omega scent that hits him like a bus.

“That what you want?” he grounds out. “Want me to knock you up? Huh? Gonna be good and take your alpha’s come, be sweet when I wet you up? Want me to fuck my omega and until he’s good and heavy with my kid?”

And Steve fucking wails at Bucky’s words, pressing his sopping wet ass down onto Bucky’s thick cock like it’s actually possible at this point for him to deeper.

“Yes, please,” Steve begs, “so good-- be so good for you alpha, please, lemme show you.”

Bucky groans and pulls almost all the way out before slamming in deep again. “God, Stevie I know you would. And you’d look so damn pretty with my baby inside’a you.” Bucky can’t stop imagining it now, can’t stop the visions that appear behind his eyelids of Steve all big and swollen with his kid, Steve walking around like that, bred up and proud and glowing. “Would be so sweet, I just know it. Know you’d take perfect care of ‘em, wouldn’t you, make ‘em just as sweet and gorgeous as you are.”

“Yes, yes,” Steve whimpers, “I promise to, promise, please alpha.”

“Come,” Bucky growls, demanding. “Come on my cock one more time, and I’ll give you my knot. Come and I’ll breed you up like my omega deserves.”

And Steve’s body must understand the words as every bit of the command that Bucky intended, because then Steve does come again, clenching down around Bucky like he really is trying to coax the seed out right of him and take him in, pull him deep, do everything that Steve’s omega brain is telling him he needs to do for his alpha.

“Fuck, baby,” and Bucky knows that’s it; he’s done. The base of his cock begins to swell up faster than he’s ever seen it happen and he’s almost worried that it’s too fast, barely has time to rumble into Steve’s ear that he’s “gonna come, gonna knot you, omega,” before it’s blowing wide and he has to thrust in as hard as he can just to push it past Steve’s wet and pulsing rim.

Locked tight in his arms, Bucky’s omega sings.

As soon as the knot pops Steve is coming again, this time untouched and completely dry. The impossible pressure of the tight, perfect cunt clamping down around him makes every cell in Bucky’s body explode with a pleasure so deep and so powerful that it makes his bones vibrate, makes his vision white out. His mind faintly recognizes a deafening roar ripping out of his own chest, but the only feeling that Bucky cares to register is his balls beginning to empty. There’s the carnal knowledge that right now Bucky’s cock is pumping his come deep while his knot keeps every drop locked in, keeps it right where it needs to be for Steve to feel every bit as bred up and beautiful as Bucky wants him to feel.

Still, blinding orgasm aside, Bucky’s hindbrain is screaming at him to do two things. The first is to bite Steve--to lay his open mouth down over the side of Steve’s neck and pierce the gland there, sink his teeth deep until his lips are tinged red with Steve’s blood. To claim him.

But Bucky doesn’t do that, settles for clamping his teeth down on the back of Steve’s neck instead, because he’s got just enough wherewithal left to listen to the second thing his instincts are telling him to do. It takes everything he has, but he shifts his focus away from his mind-blowing orgasm to zero-in on Steve -- on his omega, who is lying beside him and taking his first ever knot while coming down from his fourth orgasm of the day. Bucky’s never knotted a virgin before, but there’s something deeply ingrained in his lizard brain that tells him he needs to pay attention to Steve’s reactions right now.

He’s glad that he does.

It’s not long after the initial tidal wave of pleasure begins to ebb that Steve starts to squirm a little on Bucky’s knot, and Bucky would moan at the sensation caused by the movement if not for the way that Steve’s scent suddenly shifts. He goes from smelling like a sugar-drenched peach to something more sour, and Bucky instantly recognizes it to be fear. He stops biting the nape of Steve’s neck and smooths his hands over Steve’s chest and abdomen, soothing.

“Stevie,” Bucky asks, and he barely recognizes his own voice. “Steve—babydoll, what’s wrong?”

But Steve doesn’t seem to be able to verbalize his answer. His squirming becomes more frantic and is soon accompanied by panicked little whining noises, nothing like the sweet and euphoric sounds he had let Bucky pull out of him over the past few hours. Bucky realizes that Steve is trying to pull away— to pull off of Bucky’s knot— and when he gives it one particularly valiant attempt it ends in moans of pain for both of them.

“Steve, baby, no, no honey what are you doin’? You can’t—”

Bucky cuts himself off in favor of readjusting his arms around Steve’s torso, using his full strength to keep him tight and close, feeling guilty for the restraining motion but trying to keep Steve from hurting himself. Steve chokes out a panicked sob as he’s pulled backward, and there’s a terrifying flash of thought where Bucky’s afraid that Steve has changed his mind, that he doesn’t want this anymore-- but the thought is quickly squashed by the memory of how sweetly and earnestly Steve had asked and by Bucky’s innate, primal understanding that this is a common reaction for an omega’s first knot.

Right now, what Steve needs is for Bucky to take care of him.

“Baby, baby, relax, I’ve got you,” Bucky soothes. His cock is still working overtime, pumping Steve up with come, but Bucky ignores it. The omega stops struggling but his high keening keeps up, fearful little noises that break Bucky’s heart. “S’okay baby boy. You can take this, yeah?”

Bucky does what he can to physically soothe his omega, arm that was just tight around Steve’s chest moving up on instinct to the little one’s lips. It’s a risk, not anything Bucky’s ever done with an omega, let alone anyone, but it seems to work when Steve suckles his two digits right between his lips, against his tongue. Bucky’s other hand rubs and strokes at Steve’s belly, runs up his chest, across his pecs.

“Shhh, baby hush, please honey,” Bucky whispers into Steve’s temple, kisses him there. “Listen to your body. Feel. Breathe, and feel. I promise that you can take this, promise. Your sweet body was made to take this.”

Bucky presses a hand down over Steve’s lower belly, gently. He likes the way it feels for himself but he also knows it will be calming for Steve. It’s an unspoken affirmation that Bucky is the one inside him, loving him and taking care of him-- but there’s also a second layer to it, the implication that Bucky’s hand is touching over the exact place where new life might one day grow, where Bucky is filling him up like exactly like Steve truly wants; like Steve needs, even if they both know he’s on birth control because that doesn’t really matter. Bucky knows in his bones that this is the reminder that Steve needs.

Soon, finally, Steve begins to calm, his fingers falling from Steve’s lips as he does so. Bucky melts against the skin of his back and kisses his shoulder. He exhales, happy again now that his omega is going to be okay, and finishes his thought aloud,

“Made to take me.”

And Bucky can feel it, can hear it and smell it, the effect it has on Steve. His omega whines sweetly and relaxes, sucks in Bucky’s scent through his nose, exhales out the weight in his century-old heavy heart. Bucky knows his words are a reminder that Steve is his now.

They don’t need the bite, the biological bond -- not yet -- because Bucky has just become the first person to take Steve and he’ll walk through hell and back a thousand more times if that’s what he has to do to be the last.

Because Steve Rogers has Bucky Barnes’s heart, and if Steve is Bucky’s now then Bucky is Steve’s -- a million times over and a million miles deep.

***

Happy Birthday Joanna!!! K and I love you, ‘till the end of the line.

P.S. Sorry we ran out of time to write aftercare. Just trust us-- Stevie gets his cute little asshole fingered and cleaned of Bucky’s come in a bubble bath.

UPDATE: This fic and its preceding head canon post (adapted) is now one story posted to Ao3!

#stucky #stucky ff #stevebucky #steve/bucky #steve x bucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #captain america #a/b/o/#my fic #collaboration

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rvmmm21 · 4 years ago

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. you’re a monster .

summary : “what will you do when you’re knocked out in an alleyway and wake up tied to a bed. what next, hm?” the demon’s question rings in her head the entire time she’s being pleasured beyond comprehension. Kang Seulgi begs and pleads, and she reluctantly finds the answer.

small note : forgive the appalling pacing. sorry if i misinterpreted this and it was meant to be soft-ish, but when i saw monster i just went oh cool HARD-ish. also never thought i’d write seulrene but hey! first! i’m so sorry to all the seulgi stans out there, i know she’s soft but i... i saw ‘monster themed’ and i went :o i will softly make it up to you if i get another seulgi ask, i promise! also soft seul stans pls don’t read this if... um you’re not comfy with the concept. it’s hardcore.

[seulrene - demon!irene x human!seulgi]

tw : NONcon, overstimulation, light bondage, and the flippant overuse of the word ‘no’.

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She tries to roll over in an attempt to relieve that dull ache in her shoulders, but to her dampened shock, finds she can do nothing more than shift about a millimetre away before being pulled back down. Numbness gives way to an accelerated heart-rate as she realises her predicament; with both wrists and ankles securely bound to a cold, metallic bed frame, she’s completely immobile. She gives an experimental tug to find that: the bedposts are dreadfully sturdy, and her binds are surprisingly soft and velvety. Like royal silk, she thinks, but in this light, or lack thereof, it’s impossible to tell.

O-Oh my god what’s happened? Where… where the heck am I?

The air is thick and heavy, but that’s not why Kang Seulgi is choking.

“How lovely. It’s been a while since I’ve had a human.”

The words smoothly puncture her focus; nonchalant and detached. It matches the smile playing on the blood-red lips she can just about see through the fog in her vision. That stare, those eyes; horribly searching, dark and sharp enough to pierce. And it pierces her to the point where it feels like she isn’t wearing any –

Wait. Where are her clothes? Any of them?

She’s stark naked. And it’s a shocking revelation, but the dipping of the mattress on either side really doesn’t grant any time to ponder. A shiver runs through her when two smooth hands start to explore her body without her permission; squeezing her, violating her. She realises just how unforgiving the restraints are when she instinctually struggles, kicks, does whatever to try to get them to stop. But the weight straddling her remains unmovable, and it just mocks her panicked writhing with a laugh like she’s never heard before. It’s undeniably a woman’s, but there’s something about it that makes Seulgi squint maladjusted eyes to sharpen the edges of the silhouette above her. Despite the intrusive groping, it’s slowly taking shape; it is a woman. And she’s drop-dead gorgeous, unfortunately. With long, pin-straight black hair, milky white skin, a deadly scarlet smirk and… when her top lip curls up just right… oh god… are those… does she see fangs?!

That not-so-subtle detail is enough to force the girl out of stunned silence.

A terrified shriek is followed by a breathless – “W-Who – what are you?!”

The hands stop. Everything does, for a while. And then there’s another laugh before her apparent captor ever so gracefully introduces herself.

“Sweetie, you don’t know me. Nor I you, for that matter…” her voice drips like molten lava, bright and scorching all the same, “… but that’s what we’re here for, isn’t it?”

Her response is overtaken by an almost dry heave when the demon woman above her sounds like she’s lecturing a rebellious 16-year-old.

“Pft, mortals,” she scoffs absentmindedly, rolling her eyes as if the human race is the most bewildering thing she’s ever come across. That’s before her tone turns into something sinister. “Living with your little blinkers on, walking home well past sundown, all alone and vulnerable. Never thinking about what happens if you catch someone’s eye… if you’re too adorable to resist? What will you do when you’re knocked out in an alleyway and wake up tied to a bed? What next, huh?”

The irony isn’t lost on Seulgi, and the gentle caress on her cheek does little to settle her terror.

“But lucky for me, humans don’t think like that, do they?”

“… y-you’re a – a m-monster…” Seulgi spits, trying to sound bigger than she currently feels. But it sounds more like a shaky whisper than an accusation, and it only succeeds in stretching that soul-eating grin wider than she’d ever thought possible.

A sinister, throaty laugh takes a rake down her ears and sends an uncomfortable chill prickling across her skin. “Oh, we haven’t even begun yet, darling… why don’t you save those lovely little nicknames for when you really need them, hm? Tell you what, you can call me Joohyun for now.”

The demon taps her on the nose in fake reward.

Seulgi isn’t even aware she’s squirming until she feels a cold hand clamp down on her left knee and shove it flat on the mattress with a dark chuckle. “Now, now, I��d conserve that energy if i were you… trust me, it’ll be gone before you know it.”

“… n-no! … get… get me out, let me go!” Seulgi screams, using all her strength to yank at the material keeping her captive.

Something in her hamster-beating heart drops with all her hopes when a pair of lips plant themselves on her cheek, ignoring the way she reels back in horror. “Run that pretty mouth all you want,” Joohyun sneers, eyes trailing downwards “... your body seems to know what it wants.”

What on earth does that mean? Seulgi is twisting around now, but Joohyun takes hold of her hips, pinning her down despite her futile attempts at freedom.

And then she finds the answer to her question.

The depravity of the situation weighs on her all at once when two fingers drag along the length of her slit, making her flinch. She sees them held up in front of her face, all slick coated. Just from that. When her mind goes blank, it shows. Enough for Joohyun’s determination to skyrocket and for long fingers to find their way back to the girl’s dripping entrance, teasing their way in slowly, curling them upwards. The look in her eyes, now the colour of glowing ember, as Seulgi’s body is forcibly provoked is almost playful.

Oh my gosh why… why does it feel like that… why does it feel… good. Of course, that’s something Seulgi is fully intent on keeping to herself, but she’s clearly not having much luck. Not while she’s rolling her eyes back, not while she’s failing to conceal those increasingly desperate sounding pants leaving lips she can’t seem to keep together… much like her legs. Joohyun just teases her some more, smiling at how painfully obvious it is that her little human is trying her hardest to convince herself she doesn’t want this.

She breaks sooner than expected.

Seulgi finds herself bucking up against it before she can stop, spreading further open so Joohyun’s warm, eager tongue has access to her sensitive clit, pressing on it, sucking it, just driving her insane. She’s grinding against the mouth as much as her binds will allow, thighs trembling violently with strain, but ugh – it’s worth every tremor.

“… wait – ah! Oh gosh! I –” The pressure on her clit increases to where it drives a keening whine from her throat, locking all her muscles in place as Joohyun draws out the first orgasm of the night.

The human barely has time to recover from the initial wave of orgasmic bliss before the demon is lazily undressing, only enough to reveal the textured length between her legs. Seulgi cranes her neck up, eyes instantly bulging at the latex. It’s somewhat hilarious that this… demon of a woman in all her hellish majesty has to brandish a fake cock. A small part of her wants to laugh at – oh god but she can’t – she can’t even think without moaning when said fake cock buries itself into her. It bottoms out with such ease it pulls out a painfully choked sob instead of any snide remark about the ability to ‘pound her into submission without the use of a strap-on’.

No. What is she doing? No, no, no... this is far too much to handle.

The darkness spins above her, as stupid as it sounds, it does. And that’s all she can stare up into. It’s dizzying, but she’s already tried looking down, and let’s just say the nauseating spin is much less… intense.

She’s so wet, Joohyun has no problem starting hard and fast, fucking her deep into the mattress, pushing past the initial squeeze of her walls and pounding into her with nothing less than pure animalistic force. And the human beneath her seems to be enjoying it too. Joohyun knows if her precious little human could see what she looks like taking her cock so well, she’ll flush a shade even pinker than the rose quartz blush trailing up her neck right now.

Poor Seulgi cries out, desperately trying to bring her knees together, but Joohyun catches them, keeping her spread with a demonic strength she can only dream of challenging. She knows she’s found her clit when she’s rewarded with a sharp hiss, and it only takes a couple of brisk taps on it before Seulgi’s walls are clenching down. She’s torn between screaming for it to stop, and ask - no, begging to let her cum again.

It’s horribly humiliating to consider, but she has to wonder whether it’s her begging or her crying that drives the demon harder.

“… J-Joohyun! I’m…” – but that’s all she gets out before she’s turning away to sink her teeth into her shoulder in the hopes of dulling the devastatingly intense sensation of multiple orgasms.

Sweet baby, Joohyun thinks as she watches her thrash and tremble and then go almost completely limp, my sweet little human, so breakable and so, so overwhelmed. She just smiles at Seulgi’s gasp when she swiftly replaces the sensation of the strap with those familiar fingers.

“… no, please… no – no more…”

It’s so much more fun having her humans ungagged, free to beg to their little hearts’ content. Because she adores hearing pitiful pleas dissolve into pained whimpering with a flick of her tongue or just a little more pressure behind her thumb. Joohyun finds it the funniest thing to watch human instincts in action; knowing it’s pointless, but still wasting their breath trying to reason with the cause of their suffering. The knowledge that her victim is too drained to fight back is an absolute blessing. The power she possesses is immeasurable and downright thrilling.

“… oh please, please Joohyun – don’t make – ah! – not… not again, I – I can’t, please…”

But she’s helpless and she doesn’t get to decide when she stops, if she’ll ever. That’s up to Joohyun. And what Joohyun wants to do is keep fucking her well past her breaking point, she wants to keep teasing her overstimulated clit, she wants to torture her for as long as she can, either until she gets bored or the human passes out.

And she’s proud to admit, those struggles are definitely weaker than before.

Delirious Seulgi doesn’t even notice the fingers pumping in and out of her speeding up over the sound of her moans, increasing in frequency. This is about to be her… what, her fifth? Eighth? God, she doesn’t know… nor can she find the head space to care, really. Her mind is so blissed out from how rapidly she’s being fucked, to the relentless sucking on her sore, swollen clit, that she’s barely even aware she’s tipping over the edge.

Joohyun wears an evilly triumphant grin as she does. “That’s it, give it to me. My sweet little mortal.”

Still, Seulgi manages to rasp a weak – “… m-monster…” before she does, trying her best to put some bite behind the word. But it’s almost impossible to when she’s torn apart yet again, jerking and twitching as Joohyun’s mouth cruelly steals another orgasm from her. There can be no venom behind those adorable, breathless whimpers that grow quieter and quieter until there’s no more resistance. None at all.

Poor thing, she didn’t even know that would be her last one.

Soft breathing, tear-stained cheeks and eyes rolled back in her skull; Joohyun observes her wreck of a human, beautiful and unconscious because of her. She can’t even put a pretty name to an even prettier face yet, but she’s not worried in the slightest.

They have plenty of time for that.

#red velvet #red velvet smut #seulrene #seulgi #irene #monster #smut #red velvet scenarios #red velvet imagines #i'm sorry seulgi stans #why have i gotten significantly worse with titling?#kpop scenarios #girl group scenarios

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blushing-freak · 4 years ago

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oh dear god, i went for it. this is a mommy kink! credence barebone. i have one OFC for all my fics pertaining to different characters, and this one is named Raelynn Jones.

WARNING: one of the dirtiest things i’ve written so if you’re not okay with that, keep on scrolling

i added aftercare and a soft ending because Credence is a sweet and perfect bean who needs love

and i am considering opening requests for fics if this thing gets a dollop of notes.

anyways, enjoy!

Unless You Ask Me To

The poor thing was shaking, starving for something he couldn't name. Rae pushed into his mind, aligning herself with his thoughts. What she saw was just what she expected.

"You take what they give you, and be grateful. Do not ask for things, do not want. Filthy child." Mary Lou was still a demon on his shoulder, trying to play the angel. Rae growled to herself and pulled out of Credence's mind.

"Credence?" She whispered, earning a little whimper from the man in her arms. It took him so long to be ready to be touched platonically by her. There was still ice to break but it was getting there. "You know it's okay, right?"

He shook his head, his chest heaving gently as Rae trailed her hands from his hair to his waist. Oh, how he wanted it, it was rather astonishing how easily he became aroused by nothing but little touches from a friend. "It's a sin, this is a sin." He whined, trembling still and craning his neck to put his chin on Rae's shoulder, where he could smell her sweet scent better. He only did that when he needed to keep his Obscurus at bay.

Rae could see the tiny tendrils creeping out of his milky skin, his brow furrowing and Rae pressed her lips to his forehead. The tendrils vanished. And Credence sighed, leaning into her lips. "It's natural, Credence darling. It's okay."

She could tell he didn't want to believe it, Mary Lou's voice still hissing in his ear. Rae took a different approach, her lips pressing and sucking at Credence's neck as her hands fell further south, where he was aching and throbbing for it. He whined when she pulled her hands away.

"Baby, you have to be okay with it. I can't continue until you're okay with it." Oh, that nickname made him melt, made him whimper and warmth pooled into his groin.

He wanted to nod, to say it was okay, because he wanted it so bad. Credence was close to just bucking up into her hands, which hovered so closely to his bulge. Her hands brushed the fabric of his trousers, teasing him, and he said something he swore he never would,"Ma~" He gasped and leapt out of Rae's lap, wobbly knees and red faced. "I-I,"

She recovered from her brief shock quickly, and took Credence in his arms once more. "Shh, it's okay. That's okay. It's natural, sweetheart, okay?" He shuddered, her breath tickling his ear, and his hips snapped up to grind against Rae.

He groaned, apologizing profusely, but Rae only hushed him and took him back onto the couch with his back to her chest once again, She kept saying it was okay, and, slowly, Credence believed it. Rae smiled and kissed at his neck, her fingers fumbling over the buttons of his shirt. She pulled Credence's head out of her shoulder and looked him dead in the eye, asking if it was okay.

He nodded, gasping as she deftly undid the buttons and brushed her hands over his chest. He shuddered a sigh and tensed when her slender fingers crossed over his nipple. "Don-don't sta-stop." He breathed, arching into her touch as she pinched the pink nub.

Rae felt a smirk cross her lips as she let her eyes observe Credence, blushing and shaking with want. His dark eyes were half-lidded, pleading, and his pretty lips open, just asking, begging, to be kissed. "So pretty, darling." She whispered between sloppy kisses. "So gorgeous for Mummy."

Credence groaned when she used the word, arching into her hand. "Ple-please." He moaned, bucking his hips into invisible friction.

"Please, what, baby?"

"Touch m-me." The poor boy was blushing to high heaven, gasping when Rae brushes his crotch. She undid the fastenings, slidding the trousers down to his ankles and looking at the wet spot on his briefs.

"How long has it been since you last came, darling?" Credence didn't answer, still trying to find friction. Rae pinned his hips down, earning a whine. "Answer me, please, baby."

"Nev-never done it." He murmured, along with a few apologies.

Rae hushed him, pressing kisses to his neck and temple. "No, no, don't apologize Credence. Is this something you want to do?" He nodded breathlessly, lips looking for anything to latch onto. Rae kisses him with a smile,"Okay, let's go to the bedroom."

Rae had lived alone for so long, staying over at Tina and Queenie's every now and then. It felt odd to take Credence, the shyest man she had ever met, to her bedroom to do things she hadn't imagined she would do with him.

Slowly, she unbuttoned her flannel, knowing that Credence was watching and growing more needy by the second. She was a little surprised when two shaky hands found their way onto her hips. "I-I wanna taste you."

Rae mocked a gasp,"That's filthy, darling." She chuckled, making sure Credence knew she was only teasing. "And you can, as long as you let me take care of you first." He nodded into her shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her shoulder.

"Good boy." Rae felt him shudder. "Now, on the bed and legs spread." He obeyed, faltering only to fully strip. He laid on his front, and Rae squeezed his ass carefully. "Flip over, baby."

Credence obeyed, rolling onto his back. Rae finally got a good look at the tent in his briefs, smiling as it twitched every so often. "It hurts." He mumbled, blushing in embarrassment.

"Sorry, baby." She hummed, climbing into the bed so she could kiss Credence before settling between his legs. He gasped as she kissed along his thigh. "You looked so pretty, I had to stare." With that, she pulled down the briefs, letting his cock spring out. Rae kept mumbling how pretty he was, how gorgeous he looked, cock simply aching for it.

Credence moaned as Rae pumped him slowly, daring to press a kiss or two to his swollen head. When she finally wrapped his lips around the head, he bucked up, moaning softly. Rae took him so well, his cock relishing in the wet heat of her mouth.

Rae pulled off, crawling up to kiss a desperate Credence. "I wanna see." He whimpered into the kiss, hands trailing up her shoulders to the strap of her bra.

So bold, Rae thought, smirking. "Alright, sweetheart." She unhooked the clasps in the back and let it fall off her shoulders. Credence's cheeks darkened, his hand wandering from her shoulder to grope her breast. But he hesitated, looking to Rae for permission,"It's okay, do what feels natural."

Nodding, he cupped her breast and leaned in. Rae moaned as his pretty lips suckled on her nipple. Credence was moaning too, quickly letting go of her breast and settling pressing his face into the soft flesh as he rutted against Rae. "Mommy~"

She couldn't help but smile down at Credence, who was getting completely lost in the sensation of his dick beneath her panties. He whined when she raised her hips, cutting off his delicious friction. Rae tsked, sliding her panties off her hips and exposing her clit. "Did you wanna taste Mummy?"

He nodded helplessly as Rae pushed him further down on the bed so she could lower herself near his mouth. Credence latched onto her clit and sucked like it would be his last meal. "Oh! So good, baby, so good for Mummy." She moaned, noticing Credence's hips bucking up into nothing. His hands were on her hips, shaking with want.

He didn't whine when she pulled away, Rae didn't give him time. She sank down on his cock before he could comprehend it. All that stretching was finally paying off. Rae thought, moaning as Credence's cock filled her completely.

"Ma~" Credence gasped, and Rae was quick to catch his mouth in a kiss. Their tongues fought playfully, Credence always leaning forward when Rae leaned back just a little. They were both gasping for air when they parted.

Rae smiled and started rolling her hips,"You like how Mummy's cunt feels on your cock?" He nodded weakly, his wet and red lips still open as he moaned. "Let me know when you're close, darling. Mummy wants all your cum inside."

Credence barely heard her, too busy chasing his high. He sat up as much as he could to suck on Rae's breast, his hips snapping up between Rae's legs. "Mommy, it feels so good." He moaned against her chest, cock unintentionally ramming right up into Rae, right into her sweet spot.

"Oh, god." She gasped, arms starting to shake as Credence pounded her cunt. This boy had more strength than he knew. "Oh, god, Credence!" He tilted his head up, asking for a kiss. Rae didn't hesitate to oblige.

He pulled away, pressing his forehead to Rae's. "I'm gonna," He moaned loudly, his thrusts getting more and more frantic.

Rae smiled, peppering him with kisses and rolling her hips as well. "Cum for me, baby. Let go, it's okay. Mummy's here, Mummy's got you." Credence wailed as his head fell against her chest, as Rae felt his hot seed fill her. She hushed him gently, rubbing her hands over his trembling shoulders and kissing wherever she could.

She pulled off slowly and Credence went to lap up his own cum automatically. Rae chuckled lovingly,"Such a good boy, darling." She ran a hand though his inky hair, shuddering as his tongue prodded and poked at her clit.

"Thank you." He murmured, cautiously looking up at Rae.

She chuckled again and kissed him gently,"Always, baby. Now, let's cleaned up." She slid off the bed, stretching and helping Credence who was still a little wobbly.

They went to the bathroom and Rae turned on the warm water. While the tub filled up, Rae bent down to rummage through the cabinets. She pulled out a few bottles Credence didn't really know the names of. Maybe she explained them with those loving words Credence adored but he was rather tired and only nodded along.

Rae noticed and kissed his forehead,"I know you're tired, baby. But we have to clean up. Could you stay awake for a little longer?" He nodded, placing his head in her shoulder, smiling as she kissed him again and again.

When the tub was full and the water was nicely warm, Rae squeezed Credence's knee, who had closed his eyes for a few moments. "Come one." She whispered, climbing into the water. Credence followed, happily sitting between Rae's legs.

For the first time in a long time, Credence was relaxed and content and happy. He sighed as Rae washed his hair and sat in bliss as she washed herself as well. He was practically drunk on the scents of Rae and the soaps she used when she pulled the drain and stood up with Credence.

She wrapped a towel around herself, dried her hair with a quick spell and wrapped Credence in a big fluffy towel. The peppering of kisses was a mere bonus compared to how loved Rae was making him feel. And she said it so many times, in whispers and between laughs and kisses.

Credence laid in bed, listening to her heartbeat, as Rae hummed a soft lullaby. To the tune of her humming she sang to him, making him laugh with the last line.

"I love you, my darling.

Always and forever, I promise you.

I'm never ever leaving you, my sweet thing.

Not unless you ask me to.

Never unless you ask me to."

#credence barebone #credence fantastic beasts #all the smut #mommy kink #babyboy #writing #my writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #written #free write #my words

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detectivecutiepantsandhisbabyfox · 5 years ago

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How about the prompt “you can do anything you want to me” with Sledge and Snafu. Smut galore, please 😉

I received this fic prompt from my lovely friend @ramimedley and then only a few days later the wonderful @lis-alis posted the most beautiful Sledgefu artwork I have ever seen, and my brain immediately exploded. This prompt and the art belong together.

I have permission from @lis-alis to re-post her art work here with the fic that was inspired by it. All credit to them and their simply brilliant work. The details in the art are gorgeous and I’ve tried to include them in the fic; and have hopefully done it justice.

This is a little different to how I write normally, but the art required a more gentle form of writing. I would greatly appreciate feedback on this as it’s new for me.

It’s under a cut because it got a little longer than intended (surprise, surprise) and will be posted on ao3 later.

I’d walk through fire for you (just let me adore you)

The blades of grass tickled Eugene’s shoulder blades as he lay down upon the lush green carpet. He paid it no mind; the sensation was blissful in comparison to grains of sand sticking to his sweaty back.

The sun prickled his skin, warming his face as he closed his eyes and turned towards it; like a sunflower, chasing its rays.

He arched his back, rolling his hips; sighing, and listening for the hitch of breath he knew he’d receive in return.

“I know watcha doin’ boo” Merriell drawled, grinning at Eugene’s own quick huff of breath at sound of his voice.

He blew out a plume of smoke, thick fingers tapping ash into the long grass, his eyes never leaving Eugene’s expanse of pale skin.

“Well ain’t that what we came here for?” Eugene asked, eyes still closed against the early evening sun.

“Teasin’ me Gene.”

“Get over here then.....won’t be teasin’.......we’ll be doin’.”

Merriell huffed out a laugh, watching transfixed as Gene’s long fingers trailed over his chest, stopping for a beat at his nipple before hitching his thumb in his dog tags.

Eugene heard Merriell’s bare feet moving in the long grass; neither of them bothered about any unknown wildlife living amongst the flowers and plants. He sat beside Eugene’s shoulder; his warm palm resting on Eugene’s pink skin, blunt thumb tracing circles around his erect nipple, smirk growing at Eugene’s stifled moan. He poked his bare toe into Eugene’s side; sliding it into the waistband of his dungarees.

Legs drawn to his chest, Merriell stared over the endless meadow as he finished his cigarette.

After only a few days here, his mind was still in the mud drenched fields of Okinawa, he found it hard to believe that now, here in China, he and Gene could finally, finally do the things the mud, shit, death and close proximity of others had prevented them from doing for so long.

Eugene stretched his arms above his head, rolling his head to the side to look at Merriell. He wished he could draw more than birds. Merriell’s profile was stunning against the golden pink sky behind him, Eugene wanted to immortalise him in a sketch book with charcoal and smudges of his thumb.

“Mer” he breathed, his own hot breath fanning over his tricep as he stretched from his fingers to his long toes. A small white butterfly emerged from the grass by his feet, his wiggling toes disturbing its peace.

Merriell turned to look at his boy, eyes raking over Eugene’s lean torso, taking in every inch of pale, unmarred skin. He licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry; Eugene letting slip a small whimper under Merriell’s stare.

He shuffled around, laying beside Eugene, settling on his stomach and propping his chin on his chest; his legs bent at the knee, the dirty soles of his feet heated by the sun as he swung his legs back and forth. Eyes zeroed in on Eugene’s lips, drawn in a small smile as Eugene’s own eyes flicked to Merriell’s plush smirk.

“What do you want?” he pressed a gentle kiss to Eugene’s nipple; flicking out his tongue, snake-like, running it round the hardened nub.

Eugene shivered at Merriell’s ministrations; what do you want? His question echoing in Eugene’s head.

Everything, anything; he just wanted, wanted whatever Merriell would give him.

“You can do whatever you like to me” his back arched up off the blades of grass; now flattened beneath him, a groan pulled from his throat, Merriell happily biting against his prominent collarbone.

“Yeah?” Merriell waited for Eugene’s eyes to open and meet his own before he raised his brows; heart hammering in his chest as his boy nodded gently, biting his lower lip. His chest heaved beneath his palms, pale skin pulled tight over his ribs.

Eugene’s cock pressed up against Merriell’s ass, heat seeping through two layers of worn dungarees. He shifted, Eugene’s eyes rolling back in his head.

“Jesus Christ” Eugene’s toes flexed, his breath quickening as Merriell took hold of his wrists. He gently laid them into the still, undisturbed grass at Eugene’s head; small insects taking into the humid air around them.

“Merriell” he gasped as Merriell rocked against him, his answering moan louder than Eugene dared to be.

“I wanna feel dat in me” he spoke to the air above Eugene’s face, staring off into the distance as Eugene chased his gaze.

“Gonna......hafta wait though.”

“Wha...at?” Eugene bucked his hips, whining. The thought of finally being inside Merriell like a fire burning inside his belly, his head woozy at the thought.

“Why?”

Merriell smiled at Eugene, eyes never leaving his as he whispered “cos........I brought you here for somethin’ else.......”

“You gonna murder me or somthin’ Mer?”

Merriell’s answering chuckle sent shivers up Eugene’s spine. His fingers flexed; hands still pinned to the cool grass.

“Can’t do what I have in mind at the barracks....”

Another “why?” Fell from Eugene’s lips, brow furrowing.

“Because.....boo.....” Merriell’s tongue licked against Eugene’s lips, a deep groan from Eugene’s chest swallowed by Merriell’s insistent mouth.

“......I’m gonna make you moan so loud......they’d hear you in downtown Peking.”

His mouth continued to press against Eugene’s own, inhaling the whines Eugene knew he had absolutely no control over.

Merriell pulled up watching the blush rise over Eugene’s cheeks to the tips of his ears, his cock twitched in his dungarees, the coarse material not unpleasant against the swollen head.

He knew that Eugene was loud, couldn’t contain his breathy moans and whines when all he’d done was bring him off with his hand in a dirty foxhole. Merriell needed to hear more of Eugene’s noise; was like a song to him, a song he needed stuck in his head like an over played record.

Eugene’s dungarees lay thrown amongst the flowers as Merriell rifled through the pockets of his own; his fingers finally landing on a small tin of Vaseline. Turning it over in his hands, he remembered the times he had felt it in his pack and wanted to rip it out, lather his fingers in it and push them inside Eugene.

Fingers shaking at the prospect of that now happening, he removed his own dungarees; throwing them over Eugene’s, their clothes mirroring them as he lay between Eugene’s spread thighs.

“Gene” Merriell murmured against Eugene’s belly button, drowning in the scent of his boy; standard issue soap, his sweat and unbridled lust.

His tongue trailed down the sparse hair towards his cock; “You tell me to stop.....if you don’t like it boo...”

“Never.” Gene’s hands were still next to his head; fingers twitching, pulling at the long blades of grass. Merriell hadn’t asked him to keep them there, but Eugene knew Merriell well enough to know how his mind worked.

Every muscle in Eugene’s body locked tight, Merriell’s lips dragging down his glistening cock. He’d wanted that mouth on him for a year, more maybe, and now it felt bittersweet. That first touch of Merriell’s lips to his cock was over. He mourned for it.

“Merriell.......please...” Eugene begged. His foot came up to rest against Merriell’s calf, flexing his toes against the soft hair, warm skin.

“I ain’t stopping here...” was all that fell from Merriell’s mouth before he sucked gently on one of Eugene’s balls.

“Fuuuck” Eugene wailed, Merriell’s grip around the base of his cock the only thing stopping him from the insane feeling he was gonna float away.

Merriell pushed on his thighs; pressing them outwards as he nosed at his balls and licked further down to where Eugene had never been touched.

“Please don’t feel you have to....” he muttered as he threw his head back; cheeks flaming red at where Merriell’s mouth was heading.

“Oh Cher....I’ve wanted to do this since the day I saw your bare ass on the beach.......I do hafta’” he grinned against Eugene’s soft thigh, fingers scooping the Vaseline from the small tin.

Merriell’s mouth watered as he pressed small kisses around Eugene’s taint, finally licking against him, his broad tongue lapping against his overheated skin.

“Merriell” Eugene sighed, his fingers now tangled in his own hair, feet against Merriell’s hot back as he held Eugene’s thighs open with his big hands.

Eugene was soothed by the sounds of nature surrounding him; chirrup of crickets, tweets of birds interspersed with the the obscene moans falling from Merriell’s mouth. The sound vibrating against the one place Eugene never imagined anyone would put their mouth. But god, it felt good; like nothing else.

And soon the cacophony of sound surrounding him had a new musician. His incessant whines and pleas filled the air alongside the birdsong.

“Mer” he pleaded as Merriell’s mouth sucked hard on his rim, sharp tongue poking at his hole. He could feel the tight ring of muscle giving way as he relaxed, as he felt his grassy bed might open up and swallow him whole.

Merriell came up for air, peering over his boy’s hard, red cock; laying flush against his belly.

“You good cher?” He wiped his chin against Eugene’s milky white thigh, startling as Eugene’s hand dropped into his curls; pushing him back down, down to where he needed him.

“Please......please Mer...don’t stop” Eugene’s whole body trembled, hand shaking in Merriell’s nest of curls. The smirk that took over Merriell’s face was only seen by Eugene’s ass, but Merriell had never felt so wanted in his life.

Running his hands along Eugene’s thighs, gently pushing them out, he listened to his boy plead above him; the sound like music to his ears.

“Mer.....so good....please please please...I wanna.......please Merriell.”

Placing his mouth back against Eugene, inhaling his scent, tasting him, confident he was making him feel good; Merriell was certain in that moment that Eugene would always be his.

Eugene shuddered as Merriell pushed a finger inside him, his ears rang with static and his whole being zeroed in on this new feeling. He’d had Merriell’s hand, mouth on his cock, his tongue in his mouth, lips on his skin; but now. Now a part of Merriell was inside of him and his body welcomed him with open arms.

“Fuck........oh my god yes.........” Eugene ignored the slight pain. He’d been through enough to know that this wasn’t real pain, this was excruciating pleasure. He pulled at his own hair again: soft auburn strands running through his restless fingers.

“Merriell...” he moaned as a wide finger searched inside him.

“You doin’ so good Gene.......” Merriell kissed around Eugene’s taint, watching his finger disappear inside his boy.

“Wanna hear you.........it feel good?”

“Yes......god yes...”

“You taste so good boy.......” Merriell pumped his finger faster now, curling inside velvety walls, lips sucking around Eugene’s loosening rim.

Eugene felt himself flush deeply at Merriell’s words. That anyone could say that about that part of his body was inexplicable to him, but his traitorous body thought different, his back arching and mouth opening wide on a moan that he had no control over.

“Oh I love you” Merriell gasped as his finger curled in just the right spot and Eugene sobbed, as his cock jumped.

“Kiss me.......please Mer...” Eugene pleaded, his whole body a mess of shaking limbs and flushed, sweaty skin.

Merriell dragged his body up Eugene’s slippery sweat soaked chest, cocks sliding together as Eugene grabbed the back of Merriell’s neck, pulling him to his mouth, tasting himself on Merriell’s tongue. Once again his body reacted before his brain could register just where his tongue had been and he cried out under Merriell’s lips.

“I..........love.......fuck I love you” he sobbed,

“Can......can I....come like that?”

Merriell pulled his mouth from Eugene’s neck, meeting his watery eyes.

“Sure....boo......” Merriell smiled softly, not his usual smirk; Eugene’s heart seeming to grow ten sizes in his chest, like one of those cartoon characters in the paper.

“Just you enjoy it baby” he murmured as he slithered back down Eugene’s body, finger immediately tracing his hole before pushing gently inside.

Eugene stared up at the soft white clouds; they, like him, were tinged pink from the early evening sun. He gasped as Merriell added a second finger, his pink tinge now deepening from the person as important to him as the sun was to the earth.

Merriell pushed his hips into the grass below him, grunting at the friction; his cock was hard and heavy. He felt strung tight at just watching three of his fingers enter Eugene, he held his breath, waiting. Any sound of pain and he’d stop.

“Fuck....oh god...yes...” Eugene rolled his hips, pushing down on Merriell’s fingers, chasing the feeling.

“So good.........don’t stop.....please don’t stop..” his pleading filled the air around him, ringing in Merriell’s ears, that warm tightness coiling in his belly and winding its way round the base of his spine. The sun still warm on his back was nothing compared to the heat coursing through him at watching his boy come apart.

He was even more beautiful than Merriell had ever imagined. He’d watched him as his cock had released over the hand jammed down his dungarees in a shitty foxhole. Watched as his smart mouth had gone slack, eyes screwed shut; cheeks flushed. But watching him now, Merriell had never believed he could witness

such a sight.

He took a deep breath, moving onto his knees between Eugene’s spread thighs. Groaning softly as he took his own cock in hand he stroked himself slowly, languidly, much like the air and wildlife around them; everything moved with syrup-like speed. Like they had all the time in the world.

Eugene stared at Merriell; his fingers curling over and over inside him, bringing him closer and closer to blissful release. His large hand moved over his cock, Eugene almost reaching out to grab his own but fisting the grass by his sides instead.

“Mer...” Eugene’s voice was hoarse, the pollen- sticky air and wonton moaning making his throat itchy.

“Close......I’m......just please....” Eugene fidgeted his hips, planting his feet in the flower laden grass and pushing himself down hard onto Merriell’s fingers, once, twice, again and again as he threw his head back groaning.

“Gene.........” Merriell breathed, taking his hand off his cock and caressing Eugene’s shaking thigh.

“So beautiful........my beautiful boy....let go baby...”

“Merriell.......” Eugene cried, tears dripping down his cheeks; rolling into the grass, quenching their thirst as Merriell’s fingers curled over and over inside him.

“Yes.......yes......” Eugene wailed, grateful for the open space to allow his body to just feel, react.

His body locked, rigid, as he he felt himself falling into the endless grass below him, weightless as his body cried out in sheer pleasure, Merriell’s fingers still caressing him from the inside out. Never faltering; even as his own pleasure climaxed, painting his own hand and Eugene’s rim in white ribbons.

“Gene......” Merriell panted, eyes still closed in bliss, “Gene....”

His fingers still inside his boy, he opened his eyes, watching curiously as come dripped onto the grass below.

“Gonna clean you up” his whisper seemed loud, the insects and birds the only sounds around them once more.

The warm air and soothing sounds, wrapped around Eugene as he attempted to rouse himself and sit up on his elbows. Arms like jelly, he decided against it and fell back against the nest-like grass.

He let out a pleased hum, his mouth stretching wide as he felt Merriell’s curls against the side of his thigh, soft and warm.

“Oh........” he swallowed, his dry throat clicking as Merriell’s tongue lapped around his rim as he gently pulled his fingers from inside Eugene.

“Mer......” his whine was pitiful to his own ears as he felt his rim clench.

“I know boo......ain’t the nicest....” Merriell would have kept his fingers in there forever if he could. Just to watch what he had witnessed, on repeat again and again.

Merriell wiped his fingers on the grass, as he moved up to Eugene’s cock, licking the head and lapping up the white stripes that contrasted with Eugene’s pink skin.

“You need sunblock boo.... burning up” Merriell rested his chin just below Eugene’s ribs; peering up at his angular jaw dusted with auburn stubble. He was so goddamn beautiful and he didn’t even know it.

“C’mere” he rasped.

Eugene turned them on their sides as Merriell moved up his body, Merriell pillowing his head on Eugene’s bicep.

His fingers traced Merriell’s face, lightly scratching at the curls by his ear and smiling at Merriell’s shiver.

“Thank you.......I.....It’s never felt that good” he felt himself blush, Merriell watching wide eyed.

He waggled his fingers in Eugene’s face, as he sniggered, Eugene pushing them away as he grimaced.

“I wanna make you feel good” Eugene softy dragged his lips across Merriell’s.

“You did Gene......so good.....just watching you...” letting out a sigh he drew Eugene in by the back of the neck; pulling at his short hair.

“I wanna....you know....next time” his words ghosted over Merriell’s swollen lips.

“Well I ain’t gonna say no to that” he rolled his hips against Eugene’s, groaning.

“But how ‘bout we make it this time?”

He grinned as Eugene pushed him onto his back, falling between his legs.

The music of the meadow continued on, soon filled with their newest musicians once again.

#sledgefu #snafu shelton #Eugene sledge #my fic #fic prompt #sledgefu art #@ ramimedley #@lis-alis

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prettyboy-parker · 5 years ago

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starker: the omega in the window

warnings: nff at the end, little bit of stucky, omegas are bought

“Steve, man, shut the fuck up.”

The table roars with laughter, except for Steve, who turns beet red.

“Sam, I swear to God. I’m just excited.”

Sam chuckles softly and shakes his head.

“I’m just teasing. But seriously, if I hear Buckyone more time, I’m going to snap.” He warns, clapping the blonde on the back. Tony smiles and looks down at his almost rock-hard pizza. All this past week, Steve’s only been talking about the omega his parents bought him from one of the private schools, a tiny brunette named Bucky. Some of the group has their doubts, like Clint, who swears everything Steve is saying is a lie. His main argument is that the omega is moving in ‘a week’,which is a ‘lame coverup.’

Tony’s happy for Steve, he really is, but it sucks that he wasn’t the first one to get an omega. His parents insist he needs to meet an omega before they buy him, which is ridiculous, because no one actually does that.

“You wanna come get Bucky’s collar with me after school, Tony?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, sure.” The other Alpha mutters, taking a sip of his apple juice.

Steve shoots him a thumbs up.

🌼🌼

“Do you even know where this place is?”

Steve smiles as they walk down the crowded streets of New York, blue eyes flicking around as he searches for Poppy Petals Omega Boutique.

“Yes. Maybe.” Steve replies and Tony rolls his eyes. There’s a light lavender awning a few stores away, and Tony could guess that’s where they need to be. They walk fast, faster than usual, but slow down when the sign comes into view. And holy shit,his heart stops when they reach the window.

There’s an omega in the window, sleeping on the luxury cream loveseat. He’s snuggled under the fluffy white blanket, lips parted as he naps. His face is gorgeous and peaceful, small freckles dotting his nose, glitter sweeping his plump cheeks. Even sleeping his hair is perfect, almond curls splayed on the pillow.

“Steve,” Tony croaks, eyes not leaving the window. The blonde stops next to him, humming in response. The omega opens his eyes, big whiskey colored orbs glinting with amusement. He smiles softly, sitting up and stretching his arms out in front of him. His white sweater slips down his shoulder, exposing the creamy pale skin underneath.

“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” Steve jokes, Tony’s brain trying to think of a witty comeback. The other alpha is already opening the front door, and Tony rushes after him.

The bell chimes on the door, and the inside smells so good, like vanilla and honey. An young-ish woman stands behind the cream wooden counter, thick glasses perched on her nose.

“Hi, how are you?” She asks, turning her attention back to the book in her hands. Steve looks uncomfortable, hands tucked into the pockets of his school issued slacks.

“Um, I need a collar for my new omega?” He asks, the woman not tearing her eyes away from her book.

“I can help!”

The voice is the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. The omega from the window is standing between two displays, smiling wide. Tony’s awestruck, eyes dragging over his milky bare thighs.

“You’re gorgeous,” Tony says before Steve can ask anymore questions. The boy flushes beautifully, bashfully looking at the floor. The woman at the counter pulls Steve to one of the corners of the store, thank god, so he can revel in the omega a little bit longer.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.” The omega purrs, tucking a soft curl behind his ear.

“Call me Tony, honey,” The alpha responds suavely, finally snapping out of his trance to get his charming, sweet talking personality back. The omega giggles and bounces on his bare feet.

“Hi, Tony!” He chirps, and wraps his arms around the older’s torso. It’s so omegan, hugging instead of a handshake as a greeting. Tony hugs back, and his skin is so soft, he could pet the boy forever.

“I’m Peter!” He giggles when he pulls away, practically vibrating with excitement. Tony yearns to get his hands on that skin again.

“Gorgeous name for a gorgeous omega, I say.” He quips with a wink, squeezing Peter’s bicep gently. The younger lets out a breathy little giggle, nuzzling against the lapel of Tony’s school blazer.

“You think I’m pretty?” He asks softly, eyes wide in disbelief.

“The prettiest I’ve ever seen, Jesus,” Tony, growls licking his dry lips because he’s got an armful of precious omega. Peter hums happily, keening at the praise.

“The sisters at the Pine say all omegas are pretty.” He lilts, and oh, that’s the- that’s the best omega private school in the state. Hell, even the east coast.

“Pine Hill?” Tony repeats as Peter runs his finger over the embroidered Anthonyon his breast pocket.

“Mhm! We get a time back home before visiting week.”

Tony open and closes his mouth a few times.

“Like, where the alphas come and pick an omega?” He confirms, and Peter nods excitedly, then widens his eyes.

“Wait, do you-“ Peter tries to form his words, “Do you want to come?”

“I’ll see if I’m free.”

Peter gasps and bounces up and down.

“Are you serious? I’ve never had an alpha come for me before!”He shouts, squeezing Tony tight. For a split second, the alpha thinks he’s gotten himself in to deep. But, he really wants an omega, and his parents will be proud, and Steve can’t be better than him.

“Yeah. I’ll talk to my parents, okay?”

“Yes! Okay! Aunt May! Guess what?”

🌼🌼

It’s relatively easy to find information on Peter.

With a little digging, he finds the school’s yearbook from the previous year, little Peter Parker with his gorgeous smile and perfect makeup on page 23. May Parker, his aunt, owns the Poppy Petals Omega Boutique, Peter sitting in the window whenever he’s home from school.

He decides to break the news over dinner.

“Mom? Dad?”

Maria and Howard look up from their fettuccine alfredo.

“I, um,” Tony has to cough and clear his throat, “I found an omega.”

Howard raises his eyebrows, almost approvingly. “And?”

“Yeah, well, his name’s Peter. Peter Parker. He goes to Pine Hill.”

His mother inhales sharply. Money’s never a problem for them, it won’t make a dent in their bank account, but probably the fact that Tony even knows what Saint Monica’s is caused the reaction.

“Pine Hill? He must be one of the best trained omegas out there.” She inclines, stabbing at her noodles. Tony nods, Howard still staying silent. “And where did you meet him?”

“I went with Steve to pick up something from that boutique in the city. He was there in the window,” Tony has to pause to take a breath. “God, mom, he’s beautiful.”

Maria smiles softly and Howard looks impressed.

“And visitation week is soon, I presume?” His mother presses. She always needs to know what’s going on and every little detail.

“Yeah, next Monday. The website says we need to call in and schedule an appointment if we have a specific omega in mind.” Tony tells her, pushing his noodles around impatiently. “I can call, if you want.”

“That would be very responsible of you, Anthony.” His father says, and Tony almost shoots him a glare, but remembers that he’s the one that’s going to pay thousands of dollars for his omega.

For Tony, dinner goes by way too slowly. He’s bursting with excitement when his parents dismiss him from the table, scrambling upstairs to his phone. He dials the school’s number, and a woman picks up immediately.

“Pine Hill School for Omegas, this is Abigail. How may I help you?”

“Hi, um, I was looking to meet an omega, possibly take him home?”

“Of course!” She chirps, and Tony leans back in his desk chair. “Do you want us to pair you up with an omega, or do you have one in mind?”

“I was interested in Peter Parker?” He says, and deep down inside he can’t believe this conversation is actually happening.

“Oh, yes! He’s a sweetheart. Is there a day next week which would be best for you?”

“Yeah, I don’t have football practice on Wednesday. That would be best.”Tony tells her, flipping a pen absentmindedly.

“That’s perfect. We have a spot open for 3:15. Will that work?”

“Sounds great.”

“You’re legal guardians will have to attend as well. Can I have a name for the appointment?”

“Tony Stark.”

There’s a silence from the receptionist.

“Mr. Stark, I had no idea. I’ll be seeing you Wednesday!”

“Yup. Thanks so much.”

“Have a nice day!”

He hangs the phone up, lets out a sigh, and smiles.

🌼🌼

“Mom, do I look okay?”

Maria rolls her eyes, squeezing Tony’s shoulder gently. The alpha continues to fiddle with his hair, looking at the reflection on the car window.

“You look wonderful, Anthony. He’ll love you.” She coos, swatting his hand away from his hand. Tony takes a deep breath and turns to the school.

It’s beautiful, really. Built in the late 1800’s, the school has two large towers and a rustic feel from the worn walls. The landscaping is a contrast to the building, greens and purples and blues around the front and down the path. Pine Hill School for Omegas is written above the huge double doors, the gold plated letters glinting in the April sun.

“Come on, we’ll be late.” His father huffs, gravel crunching under his shined Oxfords. His mother grabs Howard’s arm to steady herself, black heels not intended for walking on the small pebbles. Tony trails behind them, smoothing out his navy dress shirt. There’s more people than he would expect on a normal school day, alphas of all types getting out of their cars and heading inside.

The main lobby is cool, with tall windows and even bigger ceilings. There’s a giant, glittering, gold chandelier hanging over the white marble floors. There’s a receptionist desk to the right, and Tony’s parents wait beside the doors as he checks in.

“Hi, Mr. Stark!” The receptionist greets cheerily. The metal name tag on her desk reads Abigail Walter, the lady he spoke with on the phone. “You’re just in time. Peter and our Head of Affairs are ready to see you.”

“Thank you, Ms. Walter.” He responds with a impatient smile.

“Conference Room 15. Just keep going down this main hall, and it’s on the right.”

Tony flashes another smile and heads to his parents.

“Come on, mom!” Tony laughs, resisting the urge to sprint down the fucking hall to meet his omega. Maria smiles her warm smile, adjusting her blouse and following Tony. They locate Conference Room 15 pretty easily, and the door’s open, Tony’s breath catching in his throat because Peter is sitting at the side of the conference table.

“Tony! Tony!” He squeals, and Tony can’t help but smile wide, sitting down across from him. The omega is beaming, lips shiny with gloss. The woman from the store, May, sits next to him, lips drawn in a tight line. Another beta woman is at the head of the table, dark brown hair pulled into a low ponytail, bangs swept to the side.

“I’m Maria Hill, Head of Affairs at the school. We’ll be talking about how this all works, okay?”

The group spends the next hour going through stacks of paperwork. Peter doesn’t do anything, just sits there and sneaks glances of Tony. The alpha will wink when he meets Peter’s gaze, causing the little thing to flush prettily. There’s a lot of signing on dotted lines, and Tony’s pretty sure his signature has improved the most it ever has before. May agrees to letting Peter into the Stark family. Ms. Hill makes it clear that they can’t bar Peter from visiting his family or friends, which is perfectly understandable.

Truly, Tony will let him do anything his heart desires.

Ms. Hill asks the two to go get Peter’s luggage from his dorm, and the omega jumps up excitedly. It’s the first time Tony gets a glimpse of his school uniform, the top like his own but a pleated skirt on the bottom.

“Alpha, I can show you my dorm!” Peter exclaims, pulling Tony out of the office chair and into the main hallway.

“Peter, slow down!” The alpha chuckles as Peter rushes down the hall, to one of the sets of stairs in the corner. The boy giggles as Tony grips his waist, stopping them before the first set of stairs.

“You’re amazing,” He breathes, Peter pressed to his chest, staring at him lovingly.

“Can I have a kiss?” The omega asks quietly, so innocent and sweet Tony’s heart just melts. He laughs softly and presses his lips to Peter’s. He tastes like cake and cookies, and he’s so inexperienced it’s endearing.

“Mm, Alpha.” He purrs, nuzzling into Tony’s silk shirt.

“We have to get your stuff, baby.”

The pet name slips out so easily, and Peter likes it, if his wide smile says anything.

The omega babbles all the way up the stairs, and through the hallways, holding Tony’s hand as he winds his way through the dorm wing. The other omegas who are in the hall stare at them with jealousy. It pets Tony’s ego for sure, knowing that Peter’s the one who gets him.

They stop at room 237, a handmade sign reading Peter + Harley! in neon script under the worn numbers.

“We have a special knock.” Peter giggles, rapping his knuckles on the door in a rapid succession. The door swings open, a dark blonde omega standing inside.

“Pete, what-“ He stops mid-sentence when he catches a glimpse of Tony.

“Alpha, this is my best friend Harley! Harls, this is my alpha Tony!” Peter shares, pushing past Harley and pulling Tony into his dorm. It’s not terrible, not as big as Tony’s, but it doesn’t matter now.

“Peter, you didn’t tell me Tony fucking Stark was taking you home.” Harley snaps, collapsing on the wooden chair in front of his desk. Peter just giggles as he pushes Tony down onto the bed.

“I did! I said Tony, didn’t I?” He quips, pressing a kiss to Tony’s cheek as he hands him two duffle bags and a suitcase.

“There’s a million Tony’s.” Harley huffs as Peter shucks off his blazer.

“‘M gonna change, alpha, sit tight!” Peter giggles and fuck, he’s undressing down to his white lace panties. Tony has to lick his dry lips, because Peter is stunning, with miles of perfect skin and a tiny omega cock nestled in the lace.

“You’re staring,” Peter teases as he slips on a loose, white button up. It’s stylish, tied in the front with short sleeves. He pairs that with tiny white denim shorts, and he looks like a literal angel.

“How can I not?” Tony smiles as Peter kisses him softly. He hums happily, running his hands on the omega’s tiny waist.

“Save the sex for later, Peter.”

Peter pulls away quickly, face heated in embarrassment. Tony kisses his cheek and coos, slinging the two duffel bags over his shoulders.

“You’re so strong, Tony.” Peter purrs, eagerly peppering kisses onto the elder’s neck. The alpha just chuckles, holding his suitcase in one of his free hands.

“Bye Harley, ‘m gonna miss you.”

Peter squeezes Harley tight, reallytight, and the other omega grimaces.

“Keep in touch!” He squeaks, and Tony follows him out the door. The only sound in the hallway is the wheels of the suitcase on the burgundy carpet.

Peter asks a million questions a minute as Tony carries the case down the steps. It’s not even close to annoying, he answers every question to a T. He spots his parents and May standing in the lobby, making small talk.

“Are you ready, boys?” His mother asks sweetly, and Peter nods. He makes his way over to May, who holds him gently. Tony turns to his parents to give the two some privacy, May muttering something to her nephew.

“Take care of him.” May says to Tony, and he nods vigorously. He may be..a little intimidated by the older alpha and her hard stare. Peter takes Tony’s hand in his, nuzzling close into his arm.

“Alpha?” He asks softly as Tony’s parents shake May’s hand. Tony looks down at his boy, gazing into those wide honey eyes. “Are we going home?”

Tony laughs loudly and kisses those baby soft cheeks, causing Peter to squeal and giggle.

“We’re going to go out for dinner, how does that sound?” Howard speaks up, and Peter clasps his hands together happily.

Dinner is nice.

He orders Peter 3 different dishes, lobster, steak, and shrimp. He’s precious, eating the food with his thin fingers, practically moaning at each piece. The omega even took to nudging small pieces of steak at Tony’s lips, almost bursting into tears when Tony said he has his own food. Peter is thrilled when the waitress asks if they want desserts, and Maria encourages him to order as much as he wants. Peter teared up when Tony put his debit card in the check, expressing how he’s such a good alpha and I love you so much.

“Alpha?” Peter whispers in Tony’s ear during the car ride home, bellies full with expensive meals. “When we get home, can we- can you give me your knot?”

Tony has to bite his lip to keep from growling.

“Yeah baby,” He mutters against the shell of Peter’s ear. “You want my knot? You’ll get it, because you’re such a good boy.”

Tony licks up Peter’s neck, making the younger squirm. He smells delicious when he’s aroused, and Tony can see Howard’s hands tighten on the steering wheel as they pull in their driveway.

“Welcome home, baby boy.”

#starker #starker fic #my writing #abo dynamics #alpha tony #omega peter

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sexcoffeeandkellynickelsfics · 5 years ago

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Sun Sea & Two Holiday Romances? - Part One

Author’s Note; So I’ve had this sat in my drafts since like January and didn’t post it because I didn’t know how to end it nor did I think it was any good! Thank you Karen @slashscowboyboots for reading this before I uploaded it and helping breath some new ideas and ending into it with me and encouraging me that It wasn’t shit without your help it would still be sat in my drafts 😂❤️(also if you don’t please go read her writing because it’s amazing and my favourite!)

Amy and Karen had met online on a blogging site in which they had become friends over their thirst for rhythm guitarists and bass players and this weekend Karen was coming to visit Amy from the US for a friends weekend getaway. They’d booked a cottage by the sea and had every intention of taking full advantage of the good weather, walks along the cliffs and several bottles of wine!

Amy had picked Karen up at the airport and they were on the way for some fresh sea air.

“You know I was expecting the U.K. to be wetter and colder” Karen said to Amy.

Amy looked over at her and laughed.

“I mean it is always wet and cold this is just a good day” She shrugged.

“What do you wanna do first? Drop our luggage and go eat or drop our luggage and do the beach?” Amy asked her.

“I really don’t mind, it’s totally up to you”

“Are you tired?”

“A little, but not to the point where I desperately need to go to sleep” Karen shrugged.

The girls decided the beach to breathe in some of the fresh sea air and stretch their legs was going to be the first stop that afternoon.

“Shit, it’s windy!” Amy cried.

“Just a bit, all I can taste is my shampoo and sand” Karen shouted over the wind.

“I totally should of not worn a skirt!” A large gust of wind whipping up Amy’s skirt flashing her knickers to every man and his dog that walked by.

Karen was trying to hold her blouse down to stop the wind from billowing up it.

“Usually it takes a lot more to see the goods than that” a voice laughed behind them.

The girls turned to face the voices and both their jaws dropped. They stood face to face with two of the most gorgeous guys they’d ever seen. The taller of the two flicked his fluffy blonde hair from his eyes and smiled at the girls. Karen glanced over at Amy who’s mouth was agape and knowing her was probably drooling. The blonde extended his hand to them.

“I’m Duff, this is Izzy” he said gesturing at the raven haired man stood next to him, who waved and smiled.

Amy heard Karen gasp as if the air has been knocked from her lungs and snickered.

“A…Amy”She squeaked her voice cracking red rising up in her cheeks in embarrassment. This time it was Karen’s turn to snicker.

“And this is Karen” Amy told them gesturing to her blonde friend. Her voice a little less squeaky and crackly than before but face still just as crimson.

“We saw you ladies struggling a bit trying to urmm… stay clothed and we were wondering if you wanted to join us for a drink and get out of the wind?” Izzy asked the both of them.

“Umm…I dunno..” Karen started but then received a vicious elbow in the ribs from Amy before she could finish.

“We’d loved to!” Amy chirped side eyeing her blonde friend. Karen opted for the safer option of nodding her head in fear Amy would elbow her again.

Karen, Amy, Duff and Izzy ended up in a small pub along the sea front listening the wind whistle against the windows.

“What can we get you ladies to drink?” Duff asked.

“Oh you don’t have to do that” they blurted at the same time.

“No, no we insist” Izzy told them.

“Fine, I’ll take a BlackBerry Margarita” Karen told him.

“Amy?” He asked.

“G&T with extra ice if that’s okay?”

“Anything for a pretty girl like you” Duff said nudging her gently and smirking.

“If you’ll excuse us, we need to go and freshen up real quick don’t we Karen?” Amy said grabbing her friends hand to drag her to the toilets.

“I don….” She was cut off my Amy’s death glare and willingly went with her to the toilets.

“God I look like shit” Amy cried slamming her hands on the counter the hundreds of bangles she wore jingling up her wrists.

“You look absolutely fine” Karen reassured her.

“Give over” Amy argued back as she dragged a brush through her hair.

“Karen are you deaf?”

“No Amy, I’m not deaf”

“Well didn’t you hear them?! Duff called me pretty and if we weren’t in a pub full of people I’m pretty sure his smile alone would of made me drop my knickers and ask him to take me on the bar” she whispered through gritted teeth.

Karen nodded and giggled.

“It’s not like you to be this nervous over men” she said to her dark haired friend.

“I’m meant to be the forward, flirty one and him being like it has really put me out and made ME nervous!” She cried.

Karen laughed. “I never thought I’d see the day”

“And I’m not sure if you noticed but I think Izzy’s really into you Karen! I’ve seen the way he steals glances at you when he thinks no one is looking and I saw the way you looked at him on the beach and gasped” Amy told her friend.

“I-I- fine yes I think he’s bloody gorgeous! Is that more to your liking?” Karen stuttered.

“Much better” Amy snickered puckering her lips and applying a shade of red lipstick to them.

The two woman waltzed out the bathroom and scanned the pub for Izzy and Duff and spotted them in the corner. They weren’t exactly hard to miss Duff the giant 6ft whatever he was with his fluffy blonde hair, zebra leather jacket and cowboy boots and Izzy with his raven locks and bold choice of shirt that saw him leave a few of the buttons undone revealing the milky skin on his chest and several necklaces made up of wooden beads and bone. Karen and Amy didn’t exactly blend in either, Karen’s aesthetic could be likened to a Stevie Nicks love child and Amy was crossing the line between looking like a rockstar from the 80s and looking like she was planning to bang a rockstar. Between the four of them they certainly stuck out like a sore thumb in the peaceful seaside town.

The girls made their way to the table and looked at each other when they realised Duff and Izzy had moved to sit opposite each other instead of next to each other.

“Go on then get in” Amy whispered to Karen giving her nudge.

“You too” Karen nudged her back.

Amy dropped in the seat next to Duff, Karen likewise with the seat next to Izzy.

“So what brings you two lovely woman here then?” Duff asked slinging his arm around Amy’s shoulder.

Her pupils widened and she grabbed her drink taking a large gulp and slamming it back down on the table.

Izzy laughed and Duff shot an eyebrow up at him.

Duff continued “Anyway where was I, because you sound very very British” he smiled at Amy.

“And you certainly aren’t British” he titled his head back, smiled and pointed at Karen.

“Online friends” Karen spat out.

“Yeah we met online through our love of our favourite bands” Amy added on.

They spend the afternoon and into the evening drinking and getting to know each other. The girls having probably drank one too many alcoholic beverages were sat giggling and hanging off every word Duff and Izzy had to say.

Amy declared she was going to the bathroom however when she stood she lost her footing and ended up falling back down completely missing the seat and landing in Duff’s lap, sending her into a laughing fit. The other 3 snorted then Duff leaned in tucking her hair behind her ear and whispered to her. Amy cackled loudly turning a couple of heads in the pub.

“Oh my god that’s so funny” she wheezed.

“What did he do?” Karen asked Izzy confused.

“He told her a joke, some of Duff’s jokes are so dumb they are actually sorta funny” Izzy rolled his eyes and shrugged.

“Are you not funny?” Karen whispered to Izzy.

“Huh?” He asked.

“Or are you just the hot one?” She whispered back running her index finger gently along his black denim clad leg. Dutch courage from the alcohol fuelling her actions.

He shifted in his seat as the bright red blush rose up his neck into his cheeks.

Karen sipped on her margarita still idly running her finger along Izzy’s leg smirking everytime she felt him shift around.

When she’d had enough she yawned and turned to Amy.

“Can we go back now? I’m a bit tired and jet lagged” she asked her friend.

Izzy looked almost disappointed when she stopped and stood up. He quickly stood up too, discreetly adjusting his jeans to accommodate the small problem she had created.

Amy nodded in response standing up too and slung her bag over shoulder and sqealed when Duff grabbed her around the waist from behind and pressed a sloppy kiss on her cheek making her blush.

As Duff and Amy were having a lovey dovey moment Karen extended her hand to Izzy and when he went to grab grab it she pulled him in close causing him to blush again.

“It was lovely meeting you” he choked out.

“and you” she grinned.

As her and Amy left she turned and blew him a kiss and then winked at him rendering him speechless, jaw wide open as he watched Karen leave.

“You’ve got it bad dude” Duff said to Izzy bringing him crashing back down from his little bubble.

“Yeah I think you’re right” Izzy ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

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lady-divine-writes · 5 years ago

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Kurtbastian one-shot “Right Where We Belong” (Rated NC17)

Summary: After they return to the states, Kurt and Sebastian go on a tour of America, hitting all the touristy sites Sebastian remembers visiting with his mother during his childhood. They hit the Grand Canyon, where Kurt discovers that even though he may not be the 'camping' type, he's definitely the 'sex in a tent' type. (1566 words)

Part of the Deliver Me series

Read on AO3.

Kurt didn’t necessarily abhor the outdoors, but he and nature didn’t always see eye to eye. A walk in the park or a Sunday jaunt through a road-side farmer’s market were fine outings for him. On the rare occasion, he’d agree to a hike … if they were headed to a five-star restaurant on the top of a hill, provided that hill was located in a vineyard. The outdoors outdoors, where animals and insects lived and did their business, was a horse of a different color entirely. No roughin’ it for Kurt Hummel, no camping, and definitely no sleeping in a tent.

But sex outdoors … that, he discovered, was something he enjoyed doing.

He loved every second of it, even if, in this instance, it came hand and hand with camping … in a tent.

They had set up the tent together … sort of. Sebastian had the expertise of a practiced survival specialist while Kurt stepped in a hole that turned out to be a den, tripped twice over the same log, then tied his right hand to a guide pole. After that, he decided to sit the rest of the tent construction out, nursing his wounded pride. While Kurt wallowed in his ineptitude, Sebastian managed to snap a beautiful photograph of him, backlit by the setting sun, arms wrapped around one leg as he gazed out over the canyon.

For Sebastian, capturing that moment was more than worth the manual labor that preceded and followed it.

Sebastian inflated their mattress, then rolled out their sleeping bags. He extended a hand to Kurt, raising his eyebrows suggestively, soft but hungry green eyes beckoning, asking Kurt wordlessly to make love to him.

In a tent.

At first, Kurt was not that receptive.

Moments after getting settled, the quiet of night falling around them, the music of crickets filling the air, the two men came to the same conclusion at the exact same time.

They needed one another.

Sebastian had become expert at peeling Kurt out of his jeans, and Kurt swooned at the speed in which Sebastian managed to have him completely undressed and straddling his hips. For Kurt’s part, he swiftly rolled a condom onto Sebastian’s cock while Sebastian watched. Gone was the shy violet he had been, fingers trembling over performing such an intimate act, especially with Sebastian’s gaze following him so closely.

No.

Kurt relished the feeling of Sebastian’s eyes focused on his hands as the condom covered his length and Kurt coated him liberally with lube. Meanwhile, Sebastian absorbed the beauty of Kurt poised over his erection and sinking slowly down, his body accommodating, muscles twitching as he moved, eyes squeezed shut as he became accustomed to the stretch.

The feeling of being so perfectly full.

Riding Sebastian gave Kurt an enormous sense of power. His gorgeous Sebastian laid out beneath him, gazing up at him, eyes shining, blown with lust but overwhelmed with love. This was a view no one else got but Kurt.

And he intended on holding onto that view with white-knuckled fists.

“Tell me,” Kurt panted, moving sinuously up and down, “why we didn’t do this earlier?”

Sebastian moaned when Kurt leaned over him, swallowing his gasps as he captured Sebastian’s mouth.

“If I remember … Oh, God, Kurt!... if I remember correctly, you said … absolutely … and in hmmph! … in no uncertain terms … no tents … no dirt … no creepy crawlies … no nature …”

“Well …” Kurt arched his back when Sebastian grabbed his hips, holding him still while he pounded up into him “… I was wrong! I was so so so so wrong!”

Sweat beaded along Kurt’s shoulders, in stark contrast to the bitter cold around them, steadily heating up with every hitched breath, every moan. Sebastian loved watching Kurt this way - so free, so abandoned, allowing himself this single moment of obliviousness to the goings on in the world around them. They became one when they were together like this, like vines tangled forming a single entity, seeking out the sun.

Sebastian held onto Kurt’s hips relentlessly, not allowing him to move or squirm away. Once Kurt realized there was no hope of taking back control, he surrendered to Sebastian thrusting up into him, hands scrabbling over Sebastian’s chest, his abs, looking for anywhere to hold.

Sebastian knew Kurt - knew him intellectually, knew him intimately. He had invested more time on Kurt than he had on anyone – learning how to touch him, how to hold him, where to kiss him, when to move slow and sensually, when to go fast and hard.

Now was definitely a time for fast and hard, for fingernails biting into his milky flesh, for eyes locked on Kurt’s face as Kurt’s cheeks flushed and his eyes grew wide.

Time for that one thing that always tipped Kurt over the edge.

“Oh my, God, gorgeous. I love you ...”

It wasn’t lip service. Sebastian meant it. Every time, he meant it. And the more he said it, the truer it became.

Sebastian reached a shaking hand to grasp Kurt’s neglected cock but Kurt didn’t need it. The sound of Sebastian’s voice alone was more than enough to overwhelm him, fire him from within and send heat shooting through his veins. Kurt came, shuddering in Sebastian’s grip, mumbling and gasping, hands threading through his own hair, pulling gently. But Sebastian - focused so hard on Kurt’s pleasure - wasn’t quite there, wasn’t quite ready.

Until he saw Kurt fall apart above him - the tightening of his abs, the straining of his thighs, his voice going thready … then non-existent. After that erotic display, there was no hope of Sebastian prolonging his own orgasm any longer. He felt himself dissolving into Kurt’s body, filling up the condom, longing for a day when barriers between them would no longer be necessary.

Sebastian felt high inside Kurt’s body, addicted, though his own personal experimentation stopped at two failed attempts at smoking weed and more alcohol than he was proud of. But this feeling of ecstasy, this soaring-through-the-sky-while-losing-all-your-breath spin that he felt in his head right now, had to be close, because all that registered was a vague feeling that he might pass out. But he didn’t mind. In fact, he wanted more of it. He wanted to get high off of Kurt, even if it destroyed him.

Kurt, however, looked strangely sullen, eyes downcast, cheeks wet with errant tears.

Sebastian reached for Kurt, who slid off his cock carefully and into his lover’s arms. “What’s wrong, gorgeous?”

“Nothing. Nothing should be wrong. It’s just … sometimes I get so afraid that this …” Kurt gestured between the two of them “… isn’t real. It’s all a dream, and I’m going to wake up, and everything will have gone back to the start. I’ll be … I’ll be with him and …”

“Shhh.” Sebastian threaded his fingers into Kurt’s hair, scratching lightly at his scalp with blunt nails. “You don’t have to explain. I’m sorry.” He hummed softly, trying to bring Kurt back from those memories of hurt and entrapment in the arms of the man who treated him so cruelly.

“It seems so much like a fairy tale sometimes,” Kurt continued. “Being with you. And all fairy tales eventually end.”

“Yeah, but don’t they usually end in happily ever after?”

Kurt lifted his head, watching Sebastian’s eyes return from wide and lust blown to the soothing soft green color he adored.

“How can you be so sure?” Kurt asked. “My fairy tale with Blaine didn’t.”

“Well, from what I hear, that was less a fairy tale and more an angsty CW drama. Besides, I know the end to this story.”

“But how do you know?” Kurt pressed, his voice thick with anxiety, uncertain about the future. Most people were in the same boat, but Kurt - he’d been living a life he’d designed meticulously after high school, and it seemed to be heading that way without a hitch. But then, out of nowhere, it got flipped upside down.

As a consequence, he didn’t trust his own instincts anymore.

Kurt didn’t believe in God. He’d told Sebastian it seemed too cruel to imagine an all powerful being controlling everything who would choose to allow the kind of things that had happened to him happen and why? Because he broke some rule about sharing his peanut butter and jelly sandwich when he was four? Because he chose to watch AMC Theater every Sunday morning instead of getting dressed up and going to church?

Because he was gay?

But the truth was, even if there weren’t an almighty creator guiding people’s steps, and even with all of his logic and planning, that didn’t mean his life couldn’t be randomly derailed by a speeding train.

He needed security.

“I just do,” Sebastian said. “Don’t ask how,” he added when Kurt started to argue. “Top secret. It’s classified. But between then and now, there are so many chapters for us to write.”

“Us?” Kurt repeated, but it came out like a question whether he meant it to or not.

“Of course ‘us’, gorgeous.” Sebastian kissed Kurt’s forehead, covering him in the sleeping bag and sighing when Kurt laid his head over his chest, right above his heart. “We are the end of the story, my love. We belong together.”

#kurtbastian #sebkurt #sekurt

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anastasiaskarsgard · 5 years ago

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I want wholesome Henry Deaver meets a nice girl

Memory Lane

It was odd she thought, as she opened her door to a strikingly handsome man. He was very tall, well over six foot and he was beautiful. His face structure looked like the people she saw in magazines, dressed in strange clothes, in some odd setting looking like they’d sold their soul for a sandwich. And they were still waiting on that sandwich.

He wasn’t overly thin though, he actually had very plump lips and even though he was dressed in a 3 piece suit, she could tell he had a lean muscular body. The obviously expensive designer clothes, large imposing stature and unfairly beautiful face was overshadowed by his eyes. They were the prettiest blue green color that looked like they almost shifted in color, depending how the sun hit them or what direction he looked. He was hands down, the most beautiful human being she had ever seen in her life and he was standing at her door at 9am on a Tuesday smiling.

Suddenly she became all too aware of her hello kitty tank top and matching short shorts with the blank stare of a hundred hello kitty faces all over them. She hadn’t even looked in the mirror yet, but could guarantee her messy bun wasn’t looking anything but well... messy. As she contemplated whether she had removed her make up last night, she was brought back to reality when the beautiful stranger cleared his throat.

‘God you are embarrassing! Have I really just zoned out in front of this gorgeous stranger? How could i even do that? Look at him.’ She scolded herself.

She looked at him.

‘Shit. He’s so hot it’s stressful.’ Her eyes met his again and she felt the heat rising on her face.

“This is going to sound really weird, but I was in town and feeling reminiscent, driving around and ended up here. I don’t even know why I knocked, but you answered the door.” He said in a deep soothing voice.

‘Jesus, his voice is even pretty.’

“Yep I live here.” She chuckled uncomfortably, not too sure how else to respond. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze but something made her hold it, curious where this was going.

He broke the eye contact, looking up at her house appreciatively, before looking back down at her face. “This is where I grew up.” He admitted.

“Seriously? Oh wow! Welcome back!” She winced at herself. ‘Did i just say that?’ Unsure of what to do, and feeling extremely flustered, she invited him inside to look around before she could stop herself.

At first he was hesitant, and although she normally wouldn’t invite a strange guy in her house, he seemed really classy and it was morning. ‘Rapists didn’t show up in the morning dressed in a suit driving a Mercedes right?’ She rationalized. ‘This seems more like a set up for a porno than a slasher flick.’ She laughed out loud, earning a strange look from the stranger. He quickly reverted back to his warm smile, and she couldn’t help but return it. The silence stretched a bit too long and she was scared he’d find her strange. She didn’t normally care what people thought of her, but she wanted this man to like her. She turned and wAlked inside, hopeful he’d follow.

“Does your family still live around here?” She asked as he followed her inside. “Want coffee?”

“Sure. And no they don’t, they all moved away or passed.” He said.

“Oh I’m sorry. That was rude to just ask.” She said as she started up her coffee machine and brought the selection of coffee pods for him to choose from. “Pick one. I just got this thing and I’m obsessed with it.”

He smirked as he read over the pods and finally selected one. “This looks good. I’ll try it. Thanks for your hospitality, I don’t know what I was expecting knocking on my old door, but I must say this is the best case scenario. Do you live here with your family?”

“No. Just me and my fish. I had two roommates for most of freshmen year but then one got pregnant, and the other one skipped out on rent so I just decided to forgo roommates if possible. Save myself the headache.”

“You go to the University then?” He asked.

“Guilty.” You smiled.

“Wow. I’m impressed. Forgive my manners. I haven’t introduced myself, my name is Henry. Doctor Henry Deaver, but that sounds too formal.” He smiled and extended his hand to her.

She blushed and took his hand. “Pleased to meet you. My name is Madison Bell.”

He held her hand for a beat longer than necessary, but Madison pulled away to get the coffees for them before taking him on a tour of the house.

“Ready to see how it’s changed?”

“Sure. I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to take this trip down memory lane, Miss Bell.”

“Oh please just call me Madi.”

“That’s a cute name.”

She could feel her face heating up again, so she turned on her heel and led him down the hall.

“Which room was yours?”

“You have a lot of hair. Sorry. Didn’t mean to say that out loud.” He blushed.

She looked over her shoulder and was surprised how close he was behind her. She could practically feel the heat radiating off his body. “Sooooooo... which one was yours?”

“Straight ahead.”

“I figured as much considering the ceiling. I left it. It’s still there.”

“Seriously?” He laughed looking extremely excited.

They walked in the room and looked up at the ceiling painted like the Milky Way galaxy in pretty precise detail, centering around the ceiling fan light that was the sun.

“Did you paint this?”

“I did. I spent a lot of time in here. My parents weren’t thrilled, but by the time they noticed, I’d already painted the whole thing.”

“Wow. Fast painter, or neglectful parents?” She wanted to face palm herself. ‘I am so rude, I need to talk to people more.’

“Little from column A, little from column B.” He murmured.

“Well I think it’s amazing Henry. Doctor, artist, model AND you’re tall.”

“I wasn’t ever a model.” He smirked.

Madi realized too late what she had said and could feel her face turning bright red. “Oh I just assumed because you’re so.... tall.”

“Yep.” He looked down at her and they just stared a bit too long, before Madi thought she’d die of awkwardness and clapped her hands together, and walked briskly down the hall towards the door.

She felt like she was going to have a panic attack or pass out if she didn’t get away from this guy. He was a dream guy in every way, and she scolded herself for being an idiot, but he was too damn attractive. It was freaking her out! Plus the fact he’d painted this ceiling where she’d spent many nights gazing up at it, made him that much more unbearably attractive.

She wasn’t the type of girl that got a guy like him. She was a self proclaimed dork, that bit her nails, wore mostly anime themed shirts and converse, and was blind without her glasses. She had a pretty average body. nothing stood out but her long golden hair that fell down to just above her bum. Since there was so much of it though, she pretty much always wore it up.

“Well I best get going. Thank you for your hospitality.” He said as he made his way to her door. He made a cute little bow, and then just like that he left.

She watched him out the window as he got in his car and pulled away, a little sad to see him go.

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Later that evening, as she pulled up to her house, she noticed a large glass vase full of beautiful red roses by her front door. She’d never received flowers before so she practically ran over to them, bursting with curiosity. There was a card attached, and opening it she found perfectly elegant writing that said:

I hope this isn’t too forward, but I just moved back to town and would love to take you to dinner if you’d have me. I’ve been kicking myself for not asking you this morning so give me a call if you’re interested.

Henry Deaver M.D.

#henry deaver #bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard drabble #the kid au #my writing

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nowitsdarkfic · 5 years ago

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chapter four (the strange girl)

Happy birthday Joey, baby boy 💜💜♎️🥰😋😘

I hope it’s nothing more to do for me to sit upright and feel the warmth of the black hole on my face. I can’t seem to feel anything else around me other than the warmth and dead weight of the heavy gravity pulling me to the side. How did I get here?

I have never valued my own flesh more until now.

The hole looms above my body as it drags me inside of it.

No. No. I can’t let you win. Not this time. Not here, not now.

I feel my hair drifting back from my head.

Someone help me. Someone help me please!

I feel myself bleeding from the immense weight. I need my hover board—where the hell is it? No. Don’t tell me the hole sucked it up like a fucking vacuum cleaner. I don’t wanna die—no. No! I’m too young to die!

Mom! Mom!

I fall face first into the cobwebs. I lift my head right as I feel my feet and my legs tugging back from me at the speed of nothing. I clamber onto the webs so as to get away from the hole but I can already feel myself being made into spaghetti. When I said “kill me now” that time, I didn’t mean it like this!

I claw at the cobwebs to try and keep myself on the ground, but I can’t tell where is the ground.

I peer down the hole in between cobwebs to find something moving down there. A snake?

The black hole has a death grip on me but I persist. I can’t let it win. God, I can’t believe I am actually being pulled apart.

The thing down the cobwebs wriggles closer to my face. It’s not a snake.

Their eight legs crawl out from the interior of the webs. There must be dozens of them, each of them creeping up from the darkness up onto my face.

I’m being pulled apart. And I can’t scream, or breathe.

I open my eyes to the sight of the dark loft wall before me. I roll onto my back part of the way to look up at the dark ceiling. I sigh through my parted lips.

Just a dream, and the result of my not having my dream catcher with me. No black holes, no spiders crawling up my upper body and poisoning me with their venom. I hope the Man in Black didn’t follow me out here from the complex just to freak me out like that.

I reach up from underneath the warm blankets to feel my face. My skin is cold: I tug the covers up over my head and I find myself enveloped inside of a dark, warm cocoon. I bring my knees up a bit to feel even cozier, and I bring my arms against my stomach to feel the softness of my skin. I’m still full from that lovely soup Cindy made for me, and I’m still quite comfortable. It’s not my own bed but it’ll do the trick for me for the time being.

It’s times like this when I feel most myself. I’m a soft kind of guy. Not soft like my dad or my grandpa, but the fact I’m a hockey player and yet I have never lost a bit of that gentle feeling to my flesh, and all I want to do is cuddle with something, or someone. Nah, something. I don’t feel like holding another body.

I keep my eyes closed in an attempt to return to sleep but all I can think about is that woman, that girl laying in the bed next to me. I listen to her heavy breathing as it cuts through the silence right then. I try to sing “Oh, Sherrie” to myself but I’m too exhausted to think of the melody. I also cannot think of that song without thinking of Anthrax, either. I sang that song for Scott and Frankie on that day, and now I’m back to square one.

I roll onto my back but I never open my eyes. I can still hear her breathing heavy in the bed next to me. What was her name again? Maisie? Mabel? I only remember the first two letters. Ugh.

I roll my head over the plush pillow underneath my head and keep my hands atop my chest. I stretch out my legs and try to relax underneath the warm covers but can’t. This woman next to me is driving me crazy.

I push the covers back from my face only to be greeted by the cold air hanging over me there in the room. I gaze up at the darkness around me. At least there aren’t any ghosts here in Black Orchid.

I roll my head over the pillow and, in the dim light, I make out the sight of her silhouette laying on the edge of the bed next to me. Cindy and Mrs. Hamilton must have lay her there without trying to wake me. I need answers from her but I also don’t want to wake her. If nothing, I can create a distraction of some sort so it looks like I woke her on accident. I sit upright in the bed and slide my legs out from underneath the covers: the floor feels like ice underneath my bare feet; meanwhile the cold air in the loft sends a wave of chills over the bare skin on my chest. Everything is still dark, but I can make out the first rays of daybreak filtering in through the window on the other side of the room. But at the same time, I can’t remember if there are things on the floor before me or not.

But before I can do anything else, she stirs right there in the bed before me. I freeze in place at the sound of the blankets rustling. I rub my eyes in time to make out the sight of her rolling over onto her back. I don’t move as I watch her sit upright and stand to her feet in front of me. She presses her body right up against me: the crown of her head reaches the base of my chest. She runs her hands up my sides and feels me up. I wonder if she’s still asleep.

“Hey,” I whisper to her. She stops right in place. I can see her eyelids fluttering and she gasps at the sight of me.

“Oh—Oh, my God,” she speaks with a soft voice and a heavy, distinctive British accent. “What was I doing?”

“I was getting up for a moment,” I start; she hasn’t lowered her hands from my sides yet; “and then you stood up in front of me and started touching me.”

“Oh, dear—forgive me, love. I have such a dreadful habit of... sleepwalking. My mind is so active that I can’t—” Her voice trails off. I see her staring at me right in the face; I can feel her breath on my chin.

“—help it.”

I make out the dark shapes of her eyes dropping their gaze down to my waist, and then the whole rest of my body. With the incoming morning light, I watch her lips drop open at the sight of my legs; then she returns her gaze to my face. She lifts one hand from my side and slips her fingers into my hair, right at the base of my head.

“You are so—exquisite,” she remarks, her voice trembling.

“What do you mean?” I ask her as her fingers entwine around the ringlets at the back of my head. Her eyes glean over my face before locking onto my eyes, staring back at me against the milky faint light of the rising sun.

“Silky and—gorgeous, actually. Precious, in fact. You’re beautiful. You have to be the most beautiful man in the world. Your skin is flawless, your hair is soft and lush, your body is so slim and so delicate, and your eyes are so—so—so lovely. I’m getting weak just looking at you...”

Her voice breaks and she collapses right into my chest: she yanks on my hair all the while. But I manage to catch her with my body and clasp onto her before she can fall onto the floor like a rag doll. I stagger forward to catch myself, and I push forward to ultimately bring her back to her bed. I fall onto my hip while keeping her in my arms, and then I let go of her. She falls onto her back which allows several strands of her wavy dark hair to span over her face. Her words ring through my mind—me, the most beautiful man in the world. I don’t know how to react to that. I flash back on last night with Gwendolyn calling me sexy and almost kissing me; right then, the girl’s head rolls over on the comforter to face me, but she doesn’t open her eyes.

“You saved me again,” she breathes out from partially parted lips. I shift around on the top of the comforter for a better look at her face and neck. Wow, and I thought I was thin: the skin under her jaw is taut, thus giving rise to the bone. I hope either Mrs. Hamilton or Cindy, one of the ladies downstairs, will wake up soon so we can have breakfast, she must be hungry.

And then I remember the date. I lean over her face with one hand planted on the other side of her head. Not once does she open her eyes for me.

“Hey,” I whisper to her.

“Yes?” She almost sighs the word.

“Today’s my birthday.”

She cracks a smile at me as her head rolls in the opposite direction.

“Happy birthday, beautiful boy,” her voice slurs and I know she’s falling back to sleep. And I still can’t recall her name.

Oh well.

I run my fingers through my hair and give it a slight toss before I make a return to my bed. I crawl back underneath the covers, which are still warm, and lay on my side. I nestle down inside of the soft mattress and the soft pillow underneath my head. I can’t stop thinking about her touching me, and her touch on my chest and the back of my head haunts me. The memory of it runs through my mind so much that I end up dozing off again: the next thing I know, I’m awaking to the sound of Mrs. Hamilton’s voice from downstairs and the warm smell of coffee.

I roll over onto my back to see her still laying in the same position as before, still fast asleep.

I climb out of bed once again, this time to put my clothes back on and head downstairs to the lush main room, where Lizzy greets me with a sweet smile and a big bone china mug of coffee for me.

“Good morning, and happy birthday, Joey baby,” she says with a kiss on my neck. The feel of her lips on my neck sends my toes into a tight curl.

She then beckons me to one of the cold spindly black tables clustered near the main stage, a shiny black square lined with silver paint and glass bulb lights with a silver pole jutting straight up to the ceiling, and gestures for me to have a seat.

“Breakfast will be ready soon,” she explains to me, “and we didn’t know how you like your coffee so we just left it black.”

“Oh, it’s perfect,” I reassure her.

“Goodie! But right now—the fair Gwendolyn has a little something for ya.” She steps away and, right from behind the pole enters Gwendolyn. Dressed in a black lace bra and a matching pair of little low rise black lace panties, underneath a lacy gray teddy, the bottom of which is lined with red rubies, she looks like she dolled herself up just for me. She had put on dark red eyeshadow, crimson lipstick, and lush blood red stilettos.

“Oh fuck,” is all I can say. She tosses her kinky black hair back with a flick of the head and shows me a come-hither look accompanied with a hand pressed to her hip: she still has a fistful of stardust woven in her hair.

“What can I do for you, baby doll?” she asks me, placing her other hand on the pole.

I hesitate, and I think back to last night once again. It may have just been part of her job but there’s no denying that look of lust in her eye for me. Besides, a stripper is a stripper, and that I can’t refuse. I take a sip of my coffee before returning to her. I swallow it down, lean back in my chair, and give my own hair a toss back from my face.

“How ‘bout you stick your toy box out for me and then I’ll shove my face right into your chest and blow?” I suggest to her. She flashes me a mischievous smirk.

“Anything you want, birthday boy,” she tells me, and without another word, she opens her robe and starts to dance for me. Yeah, the snow outside can take its sweet time letting up because I’m gonna be here a while.

#chapter 4 #after the watershed #blackened dark flowers #fanfic #fanfiction #joey belladonna #anthrax #heavy metal fanfiction #noir au #southern gothic #dark sci-fi #dark 80s #nanowrimo #writeblr #text

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jonahwhalesw1 · 6 years ago

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Personal Connection- Ch. 6 (Ape)

This is my submission for the sixth prompt the @tpthvegebulsmutfest Spring smutfest. Also if you’re digging this chapter, read the first ones and follow for more chapters on my Ao3. I hope you all like this, especially @scarletraven1001! And a special shoutout to @vegetapsycho for the reference image of Vegeta and Bulma exhausted and finally falling asleep found on her Patreon; I’m continually astounded and blown away by her artwork each and every time! Well, here it is...

With Bulma finally accepting Vegeta’s Saiyan marriage proposal, there’s only one thing left: the Saiyan Wedding Night!

Night had fallen while they had been in the bathtub. He could see the bright silver light of a full moon illuminating the desert outside the massive double doors leading to the private balcony; well, ‘porch’. Even in the dark, he could tell that her attention to the details she was given were absolutely perfect. It still wasn’t the Royal bed chamber, merely a VIP guest suite at the palace, but it was her thought and care that mattered to him. The bed was large and round and made out of the pale wood. It was designed perfectly with a massive headboard draped in fine silks that stretched all the way up to the base of the ceiling before the ceiling started to dome. The silks on the bed were dark as were the furs, but the pillows bore the bright red emblem of the Royal House of Vegeta. And he could feel that the floors were tiles of cool polished stone. He’d have to focus on the rest of the room in the morning, but for now, all of his attention was on the bed…where he would take his mate.

His chest clenched violently at the thought. He was going to take a mate. Freiza had gone out of his way over and over to make sure that something like this would never happen, that the Prince of All Saiyans would never be with any woman to ensure that he would never breed and that the Saiyan race would die with him and the last few of his kind, but that had all been in vain. Vegeta would take this Woman as his mate and he would do it in a Saiyan residence. He would have grinned…if he weren’t so damn nervous.

He wasn’t entirely sure why he was so nervous. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t bedded the Woman before. And he’d already claimed her as his Woman. But…this was different. He was claiming her as his permanently. No man would ever be able to touch her after him…and no woman would ever be able to touch him after her as well. Vegeta swallowed hard as the bed came closer and closer to him. It wasn’t as if he’d ever really been interested in other women. He had always prided himself on being a Saiyan Prince and had never given a single thought to being with a woman past his first recognition of having sexual urges as a youth: No female other than a Saiyan female would ever be good enough for him and even then it had to be a Noble Saiyan female. Since none had survived Frieza’s massacre of Vegetasei, Vegeta had resorted to the use of his hand. But now…But Namek…

He had thought he’d found a shapeshifting Namekian goddess. One that had taken a semi-Saiyan form for his pleasure and had made it exotic with teal hair and sapphire eyes for his amusement. Honestly, her Harpy aggression at her mere surroundings had him thinking that she must be a Goddess of Destruction of some sort and that all needed to pay heed to her every criticism and fear her temper…And it had turned him on like never before. He had to have her…if a goddess such as she would be willing to have him…And she had. Their moment on Namek had been short but intense as Vegeta had thrown himself into the very experience he had been denied and she had taken everything he gave her. Even now, his mind marveled at how she had hid the bruises he had given her body in the heat of his lust from her friends and moved as if they didn’t hurt her even though he knew that they definitely did. Although, it had been just as easy for him to hide the nail marks she had clawed into his back and chest and arms from prying eyes…until, he remembered bitterly, Frieza had him put in a healing tank and her marks on his body from their first encounter had disappeared.

It wasn’t until he’d followed Krillin to her in hiding that he’d discovered the truth, that she was merely a human mortal and no goddess, but…he never could shake that idea from his mind. No, she would always remain a goddess to him…and now she would forever be his mate.

He was there. At the bed. He swallowed, gulping down his anxiety, the weight of the monumental moment weakening his erection. For a second, the thought crossed his mind: I can’t do this. But then she shifted and her hand in his moved, reminding him of her presence…and perhaps that he’d taken far too long staring down at his very, very near future…their future. In the next moments, everything would change…He leaned over and reached out, the furs and sheets cool as his fingers curled over their hems and pulled back. Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyans, didn’t fear change.

Vegeta stood aside. His eyes met hers and he gestured with his freehand, presenting the bed to her. Offering it to her. She stepped forward and climbed into bed, slipping between the silken sheets while never letting go of his hand. It thrilled him. It thrilled him to no end. They were in this. They were in this together. As she scooted herself further over, he climbed onto the bed and slipped under the sheets beside her. He drew the covers up as she turned to him.

Suddenly the weight of the moment hit him again. A deft blow to his gut that bottomed out his stomach. Could he do this? Dare he do this? With her? She must have seen something in him because her delicate hand gave his a little squeeze to reassure him…and when he looked up at her face, he saw reassurance in her eyes; she wasn’t going anywhere.

“So…,” she began, “Is there a special way that we’re supposed to begin or something? Do we say anything?”

He put his freehand to her cheek, cupping it softly. His thumb feeling the delicacy of her soft skin…His eyes locked with hers, serious.

“This isn’t going to be gentle, Bulma.” He told her.

“That’s okay. I remember our first time. It was months before all the bruises finally healed.”

His gut clenched and a shock of pain struck through his heart, it hurt him to know that he’d caused her so much harm. But that wasn’t what he meant.

He shook his head, “This will be different. I…will…have…to…mark you as mine forever.”

“Mark?” Her brows furrowed.

Gods, if only she didn’t look so fucking gorgeous when she was confused.

“A…lovebite…To your neck…The back of your neck.” Her expression shifted and she bit her lip, but in uncertainty rather than lust. It was hard for him to see her doubt, but she had to know the truth, had to know what to expect. She had to know all of it. “It will hurt because I’ll have to…,” Vegeta ran a hand through his hair, took a deep breath, “It has to be deep so that the bite will scar.” He heard her gasp and closed his eyes to finish, “You’ll have to bite me too.”

Another gasp. “But how, Vegeta? I’m not strong enough to bite you like that.”

He thought, but it was short. In truth he’d already come up with an idea for how she could mark him as well. It was what he was trying to figure out during that last sip of wine before offering her the glass.

“I think,” he rubbed the back of his head nervously again, “I believe I have an idea about that.” He looked up and met her eyes again, “If you are still willing?”

In answer, Bulma leaned forward and kissed him. She tilted her head, placing her freehand against the side of his neck, and kissed him deeper. Her tongue slipping past his lips easily. He indulged in her. Savored her answer. Slowly she leaned back, pulling him on top of her. He obeyed her like he never obeyed anyone else before in his entire life, his body easily following her lead. Gods, her body felt perfect beneath him. Her skin as warm and soft as he remembered. His freehand shifted to her supple hip and the moment he felt her oh so familiar tender flesh under his fingertips, he tightened his grip on her hip, turning his head, and pushing their kiss deeper. Her back arched, pressing her exquisite, milky breasts against his chest with a moan that made his cock twitch and reharden. He wanted her, he wanted her now. He shifted his body on hers. He groaned instantly at the feel of his stiff cock pressing against her wet folds hard enough to start to part them. She was wet. She was so fucking we—Suddenly she began struggling underneath him…struggling against him.

Vegeta’s mind betrayed him as he broke their kiss and eased off her, “What? What is it, Woman?” What did I do wrong? Is this…did I…was it too much? Was I wrong?

“Wait. Wait, wait, wait,” she rapid fired at him.

“What’s wrong?”

She heard the hurt in his voice no matter how much he tried to keep it out and held her hands up in surrender, “It’s okay. Everything’s okay. I just, I gotta do this one thing first.”

He rolled his eyes with a sigh and felt his member limp even further than it had when he’d thought he’d screwed up…like usual. “What do you have to do now, Woman?”

“It’s okay,” she began to wriggle, “I just have to turn this one thing on before we begin.”

“Bulma,” he warned in exasperation. Then she rolled over as she began struggling for the nightstand. His eyes filled with the vision of that perfect porcelain ass right underneath his nose. His breathing picked up as he entertained the thought of leaning forward and sinking his teeth into her plump, round cheek. How soft would it feel? Against his lips? Against his teeth? This time it was Vegeta’s turn to bite his lip in lust. And the more she wriggled, trying to reach her goal, the more that ass shook in his face…He licked his lips. Gods, he was so hard again, he was aching for her.

Suddenly a deep and malicious smirk crossed his lips. He glanced up at her trying to reach for something on the surface of the nightstand…a button. As her fingertips were just reaching the edge of the button, his hand found the back of her knee. She stilled. He grinned, feeling her body tense underneath his touch. Slowly, teasingly slowly, his hand slid up the back of her thigh. He heard her gasp. Felt her breathing hitch as her body began to tremble.

“Oh fuck,” he heard her whisper as his hand cupped one luscious cheek. The trembling stopped, but her body was still tense with anticipation…and dread.

He chuckled to himself as he licked his lips again. Then he leaned his head down…and his tongue licked up the side of her other butt cheek. A fresh whiff of her potent arousal hit him. Filling his nostrils with her want for him again.

“Shit,” she gasped breathlessly.

He eyed up her body as his lick ended in a sucking kiss to her skin. The type of sucking kiss he knew would leave what she called a ‘hickey’. Her head lowered to the edge of the bed as he reapplied his tongue to her delicious skin and finish with a hickey-making kiss to a different part of her butt cheek.

“Fuck, Vegeta, don’t make this harder than it already is for me.”

He grinned against her porcelain, nuzzling it with the tip of his nose as her eyed her rump for where to lick-kiss next, “You’ve made me hard, why should I make this easy for you?”

“Please,” she gasped as his tongue made contact again. She struggled again.

“Don’t beg,” he smirked after he finished his kiss. The image of her having to cover up with a pair of pants because he’d covered her entire buttocks in hickeys was too appetizing to pass up.

He gave her other cheek a good squeeze.

“Uhnn,” she moaned. A fresh wave of scent filled his nose, she had to be drenched by now. He salivated. He wanted to drink her dry and lick her clean. He wanted—she made a final desperate lunge and smacked her palm down on the nightstand button. Suddenly the room was illuminated in bright silvery light. Vegeta’s head snapped to look up…his jaw fell open…Bulma scooted back, wriggling to snuggle up to his chest again as her eyes too went up to the ceiling.

“It’s just a projection of what’s on the other side. I did it that way so that you still have a ceiling for times when you want some shade or shelter. But you just push that button there on your nightstand and voila, the ceiling projects whatever is on the other side of the roof so you can always have the sun when you want or the moon when you want. Do you like it?”

It was a full moon. Massive, so unfathomably large that Vegeta felt like it was the largest pod he’d ever seen in his life about to crash land on them. And it was absolutely beautiful. Craters and all. A pale silver that glowed a natural and holy white with accents of light grey. It was all so…I remember this, I remember what was said of moons like this.

“The Great Ape Moon,” he whispered, but she heard him from the crook of his neck. Heard his words thrum through her ear pressed against his throat.

“Funny, we call it a Super Moon.”

“Super?” He repeated distantly in another whisper. Super Saiyan? Had he forgotten his goal already? Spent too much time in her arms? Spent too much time in her bed? How his ancestors would be disappointed in him—he felt the tip of her nose nuzzle along his pulse line. Her lips soft caressing pillows against his skin. Seducing him…

And it was working. Gods, his member was so stiff and aching he thought he was going to explode.

Then her lips applied the gentlest kiss with an ever so slight but easily felt suck of his flesh between the perfect ‘O’ of her puckered lips.

Vegeta closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of the tip of her tongue, hot on his already warm flesh, as she French kissed his neck over and over, enjoying herself as well. No, he had not forgotten; he was certain that a personal connection was needed to ascend to the Legendary, his birthright. She was his birthright. She was his key.

…No, she’s more than that…and none of that…She’s mine. She’s all mine. She’s only mine…And I…am hers…My Bulma.

She was his dream. One of many he’d had when he was younger but was pummeled out of him one by one by Frieza; he’d dreamed of having a mate. Not something to call his own, but someone. A friend that would never leave him or betray him. A being to share his life with and a being he could share the life of as well…and he had that…with her. This beautiful creature applying tender kisses to one of the most vulnerable parts of his warrior’s body with such heated passion and gentle kindness was an essential part of his existence…and had been for a while…even before he’d come to live with her and her family on her homeworld.

He leaned his head over onto hers, keeping her head cradled in the crook of his neck. She moaned softly and brought a hand to the exposed side of his neck, cradling him in return. He sighed under her continuing administrations, his muscles relaxing in a way he didn’t know that they could. It felt familiar to feel so at peace, but foreign also. He hadn’t felt this…safe since he was a child… …She made him feel safe. He didn’t think he’d ever feel that again. He opened his eyes again and saw the Saiyan architecture she had so painstakingly and lovingly recreated for him. She gave him Vegetasei. He didn’t think he’d ever see that again. His eyes returned to the giant moon in the sky above them. A Great Ape Moon, a legendary moon worshipped among his people. He never thought he’d ever get to experience that ever after Frieza destroyed it all.

In truth, he was giving himself this little dream because he’s scared. Terrified. What if he couldn’t ascend to the Legendary? Those Androids were coming and so far even he had to admit that Kakkarot was going to be their best line of defense against them…unless he could become a Super Saiyan. But even then he was not going to have the same skill as a Super as Kakkarot because he’d become one far later. The more he trained in the Gravity Room and made no progress towards his goal, the more his fear ate at him…until he’d heard her that night, crying over her pathetic ex. He’d gone to her, comforted her…and she’d accepted him, comforted him back. And later, when the Mother had been talking about how his Woman needed to be with other men… No, he wasn’t going to lose her. He knew the morning after they’d comforted each other that… …If he was only going to ever get one dream to have, it was going to be this moment with her. To take her as his mate…in their Saiyan home…beneath an Oozaru Moon.

Vegeta shifted and Bulma pulled back from him. His lips were on hers softly and simply. He just wanted to kiss her. For one moment, he wanted to kiss her without devouring her body. For one moment, he wanted to kiss her like he was devouring her soul. Slowly, he leaned forward, forcing her to lean back. Laying her down so he could claim her as his wife. The soft smack of their kisses like a whisper in their ears as her warm back met the cool sheets. She nestled comfortably into the plush mattress and sheets, both her hands on his neck now. Their kisses ended as they opened their eyes and locked gazes. Slowly his hands moved to the side of her knees…then slipped up to her thighs…he slowly parted them to make way for his powerful hips. She trembled as he parted her legs…so were his hands. Yes, he was terrified. She was terrified. But they were very good at comforting each other, very good at shutting out the rest of the universe so that the world was narrowed down to a single bed that contained only them. Their world…together. He shifted and his hips brushed the inside of her thighs. Bulma gasped at the teasing brush of the tip of his erect manhood against her swollen bead as Vegeta got comfortable on top of her, looking into her eyes, narrowing the world down to just them.

The silver light shown on her and he could scarcely breathe. He reached up and brushed his fingertips of her blushing cheek.

“I love you, Bulma,” he whispered.

She gulped…sniffed…and the tears were brimming in her eyes. His heart both ached and swelled; had no one ever told her that before? Why would anyone deprive her of their affection when she had so much of it herself to give? What fool would ever, ever pass that by? What was more worthwhile than truly being loved by a genuinely kind heart? Vegeta leaned forward and touched his forehead to hers…and breathed, she smelled, she tasted as intoxicating as ever. He locked eyes with her again…her thumb rubbed his skin and he took a deep breath…angled his hips…and slowly brought his hips forward. The tip of his cock met her wet lips, her breathing hitched. He kept his eyes on hers as he pressed his hips further. Easily, his tip began slipping inside her. Her moan was delicious and he bit his lip as he moaned himself, he kept pushing his hips forward. More and more of himself slipping into her easily. He felt her body tense. Felt his own tense as he felt the achingly sweet sensation of her walls engulfing more and more of him.

“I…,” she tried as his hips steadily pushed his cock further and further into her pussy, taking more and more of him, “I,” she gasped, “uhnn, I love you, Vegeta.” She whispered quickly otherwise she’d never get the words out.

His own eyes started to brim. No one had ever told him that before, or at least not that he could ever remember now. He had been deprived of so much, tenderness, affection, love…but not anymore. He slipped slowly further and further in…felt her walls take more and more of him…finally all of him was inside her. Vegeta laid his weight fully down on her small, pale body. Her arms wrapping around his neck, welcoming him in. His hands caressed up her soft skin from her hips…up her sides; she began panting, but held his gaze as a low, deep growl rumbled through his chest into hers…his arms slipped underneath her, wrapped around her, holding her close to him. His dark eyes locked with hers.

He thought to say something, opened his mouth to, but no words came to him. Nothing but emotions. Emotions he couldn’t articulate just…he had to show her.

He hooked his hips upward and was in her to his hilt, she gasped, but…he could sense it and felt like she could sense it too. This was all wrong. He didn’t know why, couldn’t put his…yes, yes, he did know why. It was their wedding night, their Saiyan wedding night. He pulled out of her and the sudden hurt in her eyes nearly shattered him. Suddenly he found words again.

“I want to take you like a Saiyan.”

Relief flooded across her features and she suddenly let out a breath even he hadn’t known she’d been holding in. Bulma’s arms unwrapped from around his neck with a smile, “What do we need to do?”

“You need to roll over,” he smiled back. Yes, his smiled deepened into a grin he couldn’t and didn’t want to contain, this felt so much more right. He pushed himself off of her and sat back on his heels.

Bulma marveled as his trademark smirk returned to his lips as he sat there like a king surveying his kingdom. She grinned back at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. Slowly…enticingly she shifted. Rolling over onto the cool, silken sheets. She couldn’t help but notice how his eyes zeroed in on her like a hunter stalking prey and how his erection stiffened even more at her lithe movements; his cock bobbing enticingly. She licked her lips and fire burned in his eyes. He growled again, low and threatening, and she shuddered, clenching her legs tight and feeling exactly how thoroughly soaked his primal side made her. She loved it when he growled like that, she was absolutely sure that was Saiyan Prince for ‘Mine’. And Kami, did she love—Suddenly an idea occurred to her…on her stomach, she grinned to herself. Then rubbed her body over the now warm sheets with slow, arousing movements as though he were laying beneath her and she was grinding her whole body over his. She grabbed fistfuls of the soft, fine linen as she closed her eyes and bit her lip. Then…she looked back over her shoulder at her Saiyan Prince. And grinned a devilish grin at him.

His dark eyes smoldered. His breathing shallowed with desire. His cock wept precum.

Her body tensed.

His breathing stilled. His body tensing.

She made the barest flicker of a movement to get away from him and he was on her. Their little game. He predator, she prey, but they both knew it was her trap to get him near her; he just as much her prey as she his predator. His growl rushed out of his mouth as a wanton roar that thrilled a giggle out of her as his chiseled body pressed against her smooth, porcelain back. She leaned her head back against his shoulder as she began to rub her body against his front. Instantly he knew that she was marking him with her scent. And it turned him on even more. He couldn’t stop growling. Didn’t want to stop growling. He angled his head and pressed his nose against the thin flesh covering her spine. He inhaled deeply then ran the tip of his nose up her spine. Breathing in the shudder that raced through her beautiful body. Gods, she was the most perfect intoxicant in the universe. He ran his nose to her shoulder blade and felt her shiver underneath again. This time breathing wouldn’t do, his tongue snaked out and lapped her skin up into a luscious kiss. She gasped; Gods, she tastes delicious. He kissed again. And again. She moaned. His hot lips traveled up to her tiny, delicate shoulder; her moans spurring him on. He kissed and kissed. Licking, sucking, drinking her up as she writhed her little body against his and the sheets of the royal bed she had made him. Finally he buried his face into the crook of her neck. He opened his mouth against her flesh and slowly, achingly dragged the edges of his canines over the skin of her neck. Her moan instantly descended into the most pleasing growls of her own that his ears ever heard. Now, he had to have her now. Now. Now. Now. One of his hands latched over hers gripping the bed sheets. The other reached down to hook behind her knee and hike her leg up roughly. She gasped and her opened mouth let loose an uncontrolled roar from her tiny frame. Fuck, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He angled his hips and entered her soaking wet core with a single powerful thrust. She growled and her hands gripped the sheets tighter as her body writhed in pleasure. He lifted his face to nuzzle the sensitive flesh behind her ear and she froze. Her body vibrating with the intense urge to be fucked so thoroughly good she never cared if she walked properly ever again.

“I’m going to make you mine forever.” Vegeta said breathlessly in her hair. He let go of the back of her knee as he bent his leg up to brace against her bent leg. He laid his hand over hers.

He bent his butt back, easing out of her a little. Even slipping out of her, she felt exquisite. It rocked him to his core that she was just as wanting of him as he was of her. He thanked the Gods that his cock had only let loose precum and that he hadn’t actually came. He thought he was going to when sank himself into her, but he hadn’t. But now, oh now, he was going to make them both cum. He thrust back into her with one powerful move of his hips that startled a yelp from her lips. He bet she could practically hear the grin on his face at hearing her sounds, he could feel the grin on her face. He eased out again, relishing in the feel of her walls slipping along nearly every inch of his hard shaft. Then thrust back into her welcoming womanhood harshly, powerfully. She yelped again. He eased out again then thrust back in again. She yelped again. He eased back out and thrusted, eased and thrusted, and thrusted, and thrusted, and thrusted. Over and over. A relentless pounding into her that left groans and moans in the dust of her screams and cries and his primal growls that kept her well lubricated for his relentless, rock hard manhood. With each thrust, their bodies surged up the bed and down it with each ebb. He kept going and going. Harder and harder, faster and faster. Slipping in and out of her with exquisite pleasure.

“Uhnn! Veg-Veg-Oh Fuck!”

“Oh Gods!”

She felt so Gods damn good. The bed began to creak under his power inside her. Her body was an earthquake of his making. His grunts puffed against her ear. She gripped the sheets tighter and his fingers interlaced with hers and gripped the sheets just as tight as well. Her backed arched, embedded herself more into his body.

“Oh Gods,” he groaned at the feel of her body bracing so fiercely against his.

“Kaaa-miii,” she moaned and he felt every syllable rumble through her body into his. Vibrating on a frequency that made his cock harder, aroused his want for her more. Vibrating on a frequency that drove him absolutely wild.

With a snarl, Vegeta buried his face in the crook of her neck. Nuzzling past the teal strands that smelled of strawberry (Gods, she used my favorite shampoo of hers when she showered this morning! For me! Just for me!) and devoured her neck. Kissing, sucking, licking, nipping. Tasting every throb of her pounding pulse. Gods, I can’t take it anymore!!!!

“Gods, you taste delicious, Woman!!” He kissed her neck with a passion he couldn’t ever remember having before. His nose nudged her chin up as he fed deeper and deeper, more and more on her luscious throat. “Mmmm!! Hmm!!” He snarled like an animal as he ate her up.

“Uhnnn,” she groaned. A shudder ran through her body. Her walls clamping around his hot member.

“Hhnn!!!” His hips bucked into her hard.

“VEGETA!!!” She shrieked, gasped. Her bent leg slipped.

“NO!!!!” Vegeta roared. He reached down and yanked her knee back up. Easing his access back up again. He pounded into her anew.

“OH KAMI, YES!!!!” Her unentwined hand let loose the bed sheets, her nails had ripped holes into them, and gripped the back of his head. Her nails scratching and digging into his scalp, sending all sorts of thrills and tingles through his body like an electric storm. He nearly came, he nearly exploded inside of her, his…his…

“HU- HU-,” she was trying to say something. A fresh wave of scent filled his nostrils. Her scent. Their scent. So she’d nearly came too. Like him. They were in this together. All the way.

He shook as all he could smell was her, them. He groaned. He couldn’t stop shaking. It was like he was coming apart. He wanted to reach between her legs and rub her bead. Soak his fingers in their juices and taste her, lick her clean like never before. Instead he reached up and grabbed one of her plush breasts. His fingers rubbed her pebbled nipple like he would her swollen bead.

“HUS- HUS- HUSBAND!!!!” She erupted.

His hand stilled, splayed out over her chest, and held her to him. “WIFE!!!! OH MY WIFE!!! GODS, MY PRECIOUS WIFE!!! MY WIFE!!!!”

She shuddered and collapsed forward onto the sheets. Her body giving out as he felt it tensing, bracing, as he continued to pound into her. She dug her forehead into the mattress. Her beautiful teal hair falling away to reveal the nape of her neck to him. His balls clenched at the sight. He roared and kept roaring with each thrust as she whimpered beneath him. Her nape bobbing before his vision. His balls clenched tighter and tighter. Bringing him nearer and nearer. The soft, delicate flesh of her most primal erogenous zone bobbed and bobbed. He was mesmerized. He wouldn’t stop himself this time. Didn’t want to stop himself this time. No, now was the time. Now he would mark her as his mate forever in the Saiyan way. His body stilled…Wound tight…Thrust, thrust, thrust…deeper, deeper, deeper…finally, Release!

He lunged forward with his slamming thrust. His teeth bit down into her soft, nape as his seed burst into her core. She screamed. But his hips slammed into her another time while his love bite held her in place as his cock continued to shoot streams and streams of his hot seed into her tight pussy. He slammed his hips into her again, prolonging his orgasm. Giving all he had to give her as he marked her with a Saiyan love bite. Slowly, his roaring eased into growling then his growling eased into seething breathing against her skin. He wished he could tell her that this was going to hurt, but he couldn’t warn her. Slowly he eased his teeth from her nape. She writhed, whimpered and he could tell she was crying. Quickly he lapped her blood from the wound he’d just given her, applying gentle kisses to the broken skin, and whispering to her, “I love you, Bulma. I love you so much, my precious Bulma. I love you, my Wife.”

He almost thought he’d shattered her precious, tiny, fragile, little body when he came; his orgasm had been the most powerful yet as was meant to be when taking a mate under a Great Ape Moon… But time was of the essence. They had to finish this quick. She had to mark him during her orgasm too.

“Hurry, hurry,” he gasped. “Get on top of me.”

Weakly, she shifted, trying desperately to lift herself up on her forearms…her body trembled and collapsed again.

“I can’t, Vegeta,” she cried, “I…can’t.”

Shakily, he slipped off her onto the cold sheets of their bed (Well cold compared to the sweaty heat of their bodies). Gently, he lifted her enough for him to slide a little underneath her. Using him as leverage, Bulma pulled herself further onto his back. He burrowed his arm under and around her and helped her the rest of the way onto his back. He gave her a moment to rest on him from the exertion that seemed to be beyond her before shifting her body further up his back.

“You…you have to…mark me…too.” He gasped.

“I’m not strong enough,” she whispered against the nape of his neck and he could tell she was still weeping.

“I’ll help you…be stronger.” The feel of her breath exactly where it needed to be to mark him as her mate sending a thrill through him that gave him renewed energy. He moved his hand from her side and reached up to ensnare his fingers in her sweat dampened hair at the back of her head. He took a moment to breath then moved his free hand to the back of her knee and hiked it up over his hip, he bent his leg up as well to help brace her leg and keep it in place. He burrowed his hand in between their sweat slicked bodies. His fingertips slipped and slid easily to her swollen, sticky bead. She shuddered and whimpered at his touch, her hands flexing. “It’s alright,” he soothed, “It’s alright. This is what I came up with. You’re so sensitive right now, so primal, that if I rub you to orgasm, you’ll have the strength to bite me as deeply as I bit you. Understand?”

She nodded weakly.

His fingertips moved. Slowly. Gently. Rubbing a single delicate circle over her soft bud. She scarcely writhed, her body trembling, and her breathing hitching with the soft caress. Her hands gripped his biceps, her fingernails biting into his flesh. Vegeta grit his teeth. If her teeth could do what her nails were, then yes, she would definitely be more than able to mark him forever as her mate with a Saiyan love bite. He rubbed another slow, loving circle on her tender bead. With a startled gasp, her mouth opened and he felt the zing of the tips of her teeth against his hot skin. Oh Fuck! His cock twitched painfully back to life and he squeezed his eyes shut with the anguished groan that left his throat through clenched teeth. It felt good, it felt so good to feel her there, to feel her teeth there. Ready, prime to claim him as hers for all the universe to see and know. Oh Gods, he wanted to grab his cock, flip her back over, plunge into her to the hilt, and take her over and over until neither one of them could move anymore. His hand in her hair tightened. And he palmed her pussy, his fingertips exploring her sweet, wet folds. Lubricating in her juices, their juices. She groaned and he fought the urge to slip a finger inside her and begin pumping it in and out of her where his hard cock couldn’t. He rubbed his palm against her clit. He moaned at the feel of the sensitive flesh against his hand. Gods, was this woman the most perfect creature in the universe? Yes. Yes, she is. Shit, the aching of his rock hard cock was unbearable. As if on instinct, one of her hands released his bicep and grabbed his hot member. His groan entered the bed sheets he clenched between his teeth, biting the material at her touch. She rubbed him, her fingers slicking over him with the precum his cock wept as soon as she gripped him. Her hips moved over his hand. She was hungry for him…And he was hungry for her.

He plunged two fingers into her while his thumb rubbed around her bead. She growled. Low and throaty like he would as her teeth pinched down on his skin.

“Bulma,” he moaned. “Uhhngg, you’re perfect.”

His thumb rubbed and rubbed with abandon. His fingers pumped into her over and over as her hand pumped his cock. He felt her tighten around his fingers as they entered her again and again. Her growls made him shudder. Her hand worked him up and down up and down.

“Oh Gods. Oh Gods, Bulma! Fuck! Oh Fuck! Bulma!!”

Faster and faster her slick hand slipped up and down his shaft. Her thumb rubbing his head in a way that made his eyes want to roll back in his head. His balls were clenching, he was going to cum again and, Gods, he wanted her to cum with him.

His fingers were pounding her mercilessly. Her hips bucking with the fury he was fingerfucking her with. Her teeth clenching closer and closer together. Pinching more and more of his flesh. More, he wanted more. He clenched her hair. Her other hand drew blood on his bicep. He felt her tense around his fingers.

“Oh Fuck!! Oh Fuck!! Bulma!!” He was almost there, so was she.

More and more.

“Gods!! Gods!!! Bulma!!!”

More…Almost…Almost… “Fuck!!!”

There. “BULMA!!!!!”

His seed shot over her hand and the blue royal sheets she’d given for him as his scream couldn’t be anymore contained than his cum could be. She bit into him with a ferocity he hadn’t expected and frankly turned him on more than he ever thought possible. He knew his blood was seeping into her mouth. Her growls continued as she bucked her hips against his hand to prolong her orgasm for as long as she possibly could. Her walls clamping around his fingers like a the most pleasurable vise in the universe. He gripped her womanhood and helped her eke out this exquisite pleasure as best he could with a shaky hand. He’d never felt like this before. Never felt so weak. Never felt so blissful. Never felt so wounded. As she was calming down, her teeth left his body and she began to lick the wound she’d given him while administering tender, gentle kisses. He’d never felt so loved. His fingers left her as his hand fell from her, limp. Every muscle in his body eased under her tongue and lips. For what felt like the first time in his life, he rested. Safe with her, his Bulma, his mate. As she tended to the Saiyan love bite she gave him. Slowly, her licks gave way to just her kisses…then her kisses slowly gave way to her exhausted lips resting against his skin. The pants of her hot breath searing against his fresh love bite.

“I love you,” Vegeta whispered, unable to manage anymore strength than that.

“I love you,” he heard Bulma whisper back, just as exhausted.

Weakly, he drew her hand from his spent cock and held it over his heart.

* * *

His thumb rubbed gently over the tender flesh between her thumb and finger, his other hand’s fingertips lovingly caressing the warm skin of the small of her back beneath the navy blue sheets covering them. Vegeta could feel Bulma smile with her cheek against his chest as she nestled her tiny body closer to his side. The messy curls of her teal hair falling over his shoulder and bicep. They looked dreamily up at the projected image of the massive full moon in the night sky above the dome of their Saiyan home. They had fallen asleep after their mating, but only for a short time if the height of the moon was anything to go by.

“Why?” Her voice was barely a whisper, but in the sheer unintruded quiet of their home, it was more than loud enough for him to hear perfectly.

“Why what?” He answered tersely, but in just as quiet a voice as she. His fingertips making gentle, lazy circles at the small of her back, betraying how tenderly he felt about her… His mate, he stared at the Great Ape Moon. His dark eyes following the lines of it’s craters and his fingers tracing the shapes on her still hot, soft skin.

“Why me?”

“I told you—”

“I know, it takes a personal connection to become a Super Saiyan—”

“No…I told you…I haven’t forgotten Namek.”

She shifted and he felt her wince before he heard her hiss. His fingers faltered.

“How’s your neck?” Vegeta’s voice was soft and quiet with worry. In truth, he hadn’t meant to bite her as deeply as he had, but the mating urge had overtaken him and all he wanted to do was exactly what he’d promised her: Make her his forever.

“I’m hoping it’ll scar.”

He smirked.

“How’s yours?” Bulma’s fingers began to trace lazy shapes on his stomach. The movements made his skin crawl in the most exquisite way. Like the painful tingling in the back of his neck.

“It will scar.” He felt her smile turn into a grin.

“So what was it?”

He frowned in confusion and as if she could sense it, “What was it about Namek?”

He kept still…and she waited him out. Damn it… “I… it… I’ve…,” Gods, why was it so hard to talk to this Woman?! He sighed and closed his eyes reluctantly on the gorgeous silvery moon, “You were my first.”

She shifted and he heard her whimper at the pain the movement generated in her neck as she leaned on one of her arms beside his head. “I was not.”

Vegeta opened a single eye, the one nearest her. Her face was a look of absolute certainty that he was bullshitting her. He closed his eye again. “Yes, you were.”

“No, I wasn’t. You were too—”

“I was… operating… off of… … instinct,” he finally admitted. It was true. He hadn’t known what to do with a woman in the carnal way. No one had ever been worth it to find out before. But then he’d seen a Namekian Goddess and she was definitely worth it. And his instincts took over… Oh for Gods’ sakes, he could hear the grin on her face. He felt her lean forward. Her lips parted next to his ear and breeze of her warm breath slipping across his ear lobe made his cock twitch again and his skin tingle in all the right ways. His heart rate started picking up.

“You have fantastic instincts,” she purred in a very gratified voice that was all bedroom playfulness.

His body eased as he smirked, “Of course…Vulgar Woman.”

She giggled next to him and he opened his eyes to see hers leaning over his. Bulma’s sapphire eyes burning with intensity and lust and fire and everything he loved about her. Then she did it. She bit her lower lip in that way that made him hungry for her, made him hungry to satisfy her, made him hungry to bite that lip himself as he pounded into her mercilessly while she screamed his name uncontrollably. Gods, his erection was back and stronger than ever. He had to have her. He had to have his Bulma now!

Vegeta shifted to roll onto his side to face Bulma. Her eyes followed him, her breathing picked up causing her chest to heave. His mouth watered at the sight of her beautiful, perfect breasts just waiting for him to wrap his mouth around her luscious pert nipples as his tongue licked the delicate, hard flesh. Fuck, he was so damn hard. He sniffed the air and grinned darkly. She was so damn wet too. He licked his lips and she bit hers harder. He leaned up. Bulma shuddered at his approach, never taking her eyes off him. He tilted his head. Her teeth let go of her lip to greet his lips with her own and welcome his tongue. His lips parted, hers parted. His lips brushed hers…then she felt his teeth close around her lower lip. She grinned as he bit her lower lip gently but firmly. Her body curled into his with relish, her hands reaching into his hair even while one of her arms was on an elbow, and drew him to her. A moaned escaped her lips as she felt his hardness press against the junction of her closed legs as his body curled against hers as well. She clenched her legs tight as she felt her core throb with a fresh wave of wet. He inched closer to her and his tip ever so slightly parted her. Oh fuck, she was so slick. Bulma’s back arched and she couldn’t give a shit less how her neck hurt, Vegeta’s body felt so good so near. She was ready for Round 2 of her Saiyan Wedding Night. And so was he.

He groaned against her mouth. Gods, the pleasure he felt from his tip. She was so slick and he could feel it. Hell, he wanted to add to it. Vegeta’s teeth released her lip as his mouth moved to her jaw and he kissed. His mouth moved to where Bulma’s jaw met her neck and he kissed. Her fingernails scratched along his scalp; her back arched further. She moaned. He tilted his head, dipping down. His mouth found the crook of her neck and he dragged the tip of his tongue up her pulse line. She trembled. Her legs clamped shut. But he could smell it. Even from here, he could smell her…and him. She was soaked in her want for him and he was literally dripping with desire. He groaned and he kissed. And he kissed. And kissed. Lustily, hungrily, he fed on her more and more. His tongue slaking up and down along her pulse line. Her body was vibrating on a frequency that gave him life. He burrowed one hand underneath her waist and ran his hand up her back.

“Uhhnng,” she moaned next to his ear.

His cock twitched, his tip brush violently against her slick lips, nearly against her plump bead. She gasped, he groaned. The tips of his teeth finding her skin. Her nails dug into his scalp as her head curled over his as he continued to burrow into her neck with furrow. He kissed and kissed. Licked and licked. His free hand trailed his own fingernail tips along her side.

She gasped again, her breathing trembling as much as her body. Her legs squirmed and he could feel her trying desperately to clamp her legs together to keep the painful throbbing at bay or at least under control. Oh no, no, no, no, he couldn’t let her keep doing that. His fingernails trailed down to her hip and then back to drag across the sumptuous globe of her butt cheek. Bulma hummed in his ear. His fingernail tips carved around to the underside of her cheek and slipped down to the back of her thigh. Her gripped it and hiked up her leg over his. She writhed and whimpered objections as her inner thigh slowly slithered up his outer thigh under his hand’s guidance.

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered against her neck.

“You’re so good to me,” she gasped, the tips of her teeth grazing over the skin of his shoulder.

He shuddered. Gods, that felt good. The trembling movement causing his cock to shiver against her slick lips. They parted for his tip a little and Bulma moaned as her teeth dug deeper into his shoulder.

“Oh fuuuuck,” the moan escaped his lips. He felt more precum leak from his sensitive tip as he abandoned her leg and reached down between their taught bodies. He gripped his hard cock. His own touch alone made him groan against her neck and felt more precum dribble over the side of his finger. He guided his tip to her wet lips and brushed. She was so drenched that the merest pressure parted her lips for his tip with no resistance at all.

She clutched him tighter to her. Eyes clenched shut. Panting in his ear.

He held the head of his needy cock between her warm, sticky lips for a moment. Enjoying her the way a bee enjoyed honey. And he’s discovered since arriving on this mudball of a planet that he really, really likes honey, especially her honey. Slowly, he moved his tip down a little, feeling the heat of her. Vegeta couldn’t help it, he moaned harshly into her neck. Bulma stayed unusually silent, but he could tell she was on teetering on the brink; her whole body, her whole being stayed with tension, tight as a pulled string. Well, he was going to pluck the thread. Vegeta slowly moved his cock’s tip back up her slick trail. It brushed over something round and engorged. Bulma startled, her nails biting fiercely into his scarred flesh as her gasp stuttered from her tense body. His own fingers dug into her back so deeply he was sure he was leaving bruises of his fingertips in her soft, pale skin. He gripped his cock hard and gritted his teeth against the electric jolt of the head of his cock touching her clit. More, he needed more. He didn’t care if he exploded, he didn’t care if he was incinerated by the sheer heat of the two of them, he needed more, wanted more.

He guided his tip slowly back down again, both they’re bodies tightened with pleasure… then he guided it back up again, she jolted when his tip brushed her clit again and so did he… then he slipped back down her trail again… then back up, the bliss was exquisite… then back down again, the pleasure was more intense than anything he’d ever experienced before… then back up again, lovemaking on another level… back down… back up… back down… back up… they were panting… back down… back up… his movements were achingly slow and thoroughly blissful… down… up… down… up… rubbing his sensitive tip over and over her sensitive bud… down… up… the ecstasy was real… down… up… the love was real… down… up… he was covering his tip in her sticky, sweet honey… he was covering her clit in his sticky, sweet honey… down… up… down… up… Gods… down… up… down… up… Kami… down… up… down… up… More… down… up… down… up… More… down… up… Oh fuck… Oh fuck… Oh holy fucking Gods! Kami! Kami! Kami! Quickly he slipped his tip past her bud once more before pressing on through into her hot, waiting core. Vegeta pushed his hips up to her, slipping into her to his hilt, and desperately holding onto Bulma as her walls engulfed him. She hooked her leg over his hip and clutched his body to hers as he filled her. Their bodies surged with intensity. They stayed like that for long minutes. All pretense was thrown away, Vegeta honestly believed that if he even so much as flinched, he’d cum so fucking hard in her that he might just tear the woman he loves apart. Bulma stayed as still as a terrified rabbit, in fear of any movements triggering an orgasm so intense that she’d break her own bones and rip open the flesh of the man she loved in the most terrible way.

“I love you,” Vegeta’s voice sounded on the verge of tears.

“I love you too,” she nearly wept.

The moment was frozen in time…

“Vegeta?”

“Yes?”

“I’m your wife,” Bulma puts her lips to his shoulder in the most tenderest, comforting kiss he’d ever received in his life. He hadn’t even dared to dream of affection like that when he was enslaved to Frieza. He’d never even known anything like it existed. Vegeta gently pressed his lips to his wife’s neck and kissed with the faintest suction, the most gentle affection he could give her.

Bulma applied another kiss to his shoulder, Vegeta applied another kiss to her neck. Gradually the tension eased but the threat of the heat between the two of them remained. One of her hands slowly slid from his flame-shaped hair to his shoulder blade. He was thankful her movements were slow and gave him time to adapt to the feel of her, the turnon her touch was for him, and to control his body. He wanted to cum so bad but his own intense passion for her scared him. He didn’t want to hurt her. He never wanted to hurt her. The man he was, the man he had been, he didn’t want that man to be here now. He didn’t want to be the Destroyer of Worlds, he didn’t want to destroy her; he wanted to be Vegeta Breigh, he wanted to be…Vegeta Briefs.

He moved his own hand down her back, his fingertips leaving a lazy trail of tingling sensation. He felt her gasp, heard her gasp. Ever so slightly her nails dug into him. The deep, long groan escaped his throat beyond his control. His other hand pressed between her shoulder blades, holding her even closer to him. But his other hand still trailed down to a lovely butt cheek. Bulma moaned just as deep and long as his groan had been as she curled her head down to rest her forehead on his shoulder. He liked that she trusts him so much to be so vulnerable with him, to rely on him to keep her safe and protected even if it’s from the violence of their own passion for each other. Vegeta gave her butt cheek an appreciative squeeze. She practically purred against skin. He purred himself as he nuzzled her. Her body vibrated and he felt her clench around his manhood. Gods that felt so good. His hands moved over her back and ass, feeling every part of her. Her mouth fell open and she breathed against his chest as she clenched harder. More, he needed more, wanted more… of this. Her touch, the feel of her, the thrill of her in his arms, the thrill of him inside of her and all the things he could make her do and she could make him do. He wanted all of it. He dove into the crook of her neck with passionate kisses. Vegeta couldn’t kiss Bulma enough… could never kiss her enough. Her breathing picked up… she began panting and still he fed on his lust for her… She held him tighter… tighter… with every kiss, every lick of his tongue on her hot flesh, she clenched tighter and tighter. She writhed. It was reflexive. He hissed and clutched her to him, his balls clenching.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered against her, “Mmmm, Gods.” He breathed, gasping for air. The moment she shifted his cock rubbed against that sweet spot inside of her and his balls clenched even more than they already were. Oh Gods, this one is going to break me. If I cum now, it’s going to break me and I’ll end up breaking her.

As if she knew what he was thinking, “Vegeta,” she panted, sounding on the verge of tears, “I’m scared.”

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Her distress bringing out a protective side of him that seemed to only exist for her.

Vegeta cradled her, “I want you so badly.”

“Then… then… take me.”

“Are you sure?” He couldn’t breathe.

She bucked her hips a little. He felt himself starting leak into her. She lifted her head and angled it back. He titled his head back from her neck and she lowered her lips to his. Her hands moved over his scarred body, sending tingles all over his flesh straight to his amazingly hard cock. Her passion was overwhelming, her tongue danced with his and she tasted divine… a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, My Namekian Goddess. His gripped her ass tighter and pushed his pelvis up to meet his hands. She moaned into his throat and writhed, he could feel her toes curling into their bedsheets. He eased his butt muscles and felt himself slip a little out of her. He flexed his ass again and slipped back deep inside her. The tip of his cock, Gods he could feel the tip rubbing her core the same way he was stroking her skin now. Oh Gods, the thought of it, the feel of it. His legs trembled.

She broke their kiss but her mouth stayed against his, “Oh Vegeta,” she whimpered, “Oooh, now. Holy Fucking Kami, now.”

He flexed again, slipping back into her to his hilt like her pussy was his cock’s home. She groaned against his lips. He kissed her again, “My Goddess. My Fucking Namekian Goddess,” he kissed her again and again. Slowly as he eased out of his bride…

“Oh fuck, Vegeta.”

…flexed back in…

“Uhhhhnnng.”

Oh Gods, every time she writhed and her aching pussy gripped him…

…eased out…

She gripped him over…

…back in…

…and over again… her hips bucking to meet his and slipping him further deeper inside her deliciously wanting pussy…

…out…

…Kami, she wanted him… the way he moved… the way he touched her… her pussy ached and all she wanted was to feel his hard cock in her hungry pussy…

…in…

…She wanted him to feed her pussy his cock… Kami, she wanted to eat like a Saiyan… Ooohhh, fuck did she…

…out…

…She was so close… Oh KAMI, so FUCKING CLOSE! Her whole body was going to cum…

…in… Kami, he was shaking... trembling to cum inside her… and she, she—

“Do it,” she begged, “Vegeta, please do it. Cum in me. Cum in me so fucking hard. Make me cum hard. Please, OH FUCKING KAMI, PLEASE!!! VEGETA!!!”

…out…

…in… out…

…in… “YES!!! OH KAMI YESSSS!!!!” …out…

…in… “Gods, Bulma,” he couldn’t breathe, “Gods!” …out… in… “Bulma! BULMA!” The pressure was unbearable!

…slowly out… slowly in…

“VEGETA!!!” She couldn’t take much more, but she wanted to. Holy FUCK, DID SHE WANT TO!

…out… in…

“BULMA!!!” “VEGETA!!!” His fingers dug bruises into her tender flesh and his body shook with the build of their pleasure…

…out… in…

Oh fuck, “BULMA!!!” “VEGETA!!!”

…out…

Oh fuck. “BULMA!!!” “VEGETA!!!”

…in…

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. “BULMA!!!” “VEGETA!!!”

…out…

Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Oh fuck!! She writhed violently. Her fingernails ripping into his flesh. Trying to find purchase wherever. His legs were shaking. Sweat was pouring off his ripped flexing body…

…in…

Fuck!! Fuck!! Here it comes!! Her hand found purchase on his most sensitive part of his body, the severed nub at the base of his supple spine…

…out…

All the sound went out of the room…

…in… FUCK!!!!!

“BULMA!!!!!!!!” “VEGETA!!!!!!!!”

He slammed his pelvis against her frail core. His nails ripping into the soft, pillowy flesh of her tight, beautiful ass! He came in her hard. He felt his cock shoot his load deep inside her, filling her beyond capacity. She felt it too as her tight pussy clamped down on his cock and milked him like her cunt was the tightest vise in the universe. Her pussy milked his cock. Taking all of him and he had a lot to give as her magical fingers rubbed and dug into his tail nub and he saw flashes of lightning across his squeezed shut eyelids. He strained. Shooting stream after stream into her. The pain, the bliss, exquisite. His heart was erupting and all he could think was if he was going to die, THANK THE FUCKING GODS IT WAS LIKE THIS! She sobbed uncontrollably next to his ear. Rubbing his nub like he would her tender bead. Gods, she IS fucking PERFECT! He thrusted harder and harder, drawing out his orgasm, and filling her as he never had before. His thighs were burning, his legs were burning. But he kept thrusting and cumming in her, his wife, as she kept rubbing, fulfilling his body’s burning desire as only she could… Her hips bucking to meet his… Her walls clamping and clamping, drawing more of his seed into her wanting pussy… More… More… Longer… All of it… Rubbing… Clamping… Cumming… Cumming… Cumming… Cumming

Cumming… Cumming… Cumming…

Cumming… Cumming…

Cumming…

Finally… finally, their orgasm subsided. Exhausted, Bulma and Vegeta collapsed back onto the mattress. The linens underneath her freezing cold against her scalding hot skin. His cock finally slipping out of her and falling painfully limp onto the searing cold sheets underneath. His chin and mouth buried in between her plump, perfect breasts; resting on a slick of her sweat, their sweat. They panted, huffing and puffing. Eyes closed softly. Skin wet and dripping.

He clung to her desperately as his body continued trembling. He needed her, he never felt so weak in his life. And she cradled him. Her arms wrapped around him; one around his neck, the other around his shoulders with her limp hand resting protectively between his shoulder blades. He shook, he couldn’t stop shaking, and she was there for him, with him. Gingerly, she reached down behind him, careful to not disturb him of shift beneath him as her fingertips found purchase on the top hem of the sheets and faux fur blanket that covered them. She brought them up higher to cover his shoulders then nestled her hand back where it had been between his shoulder blades and cradled him to her. Her love was overwhelming, protective, faithful, loyal. Like him. Like he always planned to be for her. He had given her everything as he took her as his wife and she protected him from everything in his weakness.

“I… love… you…,” he managed to whisper as his breathing began to deepen, his trembling ebbing as his body became too tired for even that, “my…,” he was tiring, “my…,” tiring even more, “precious… Bulma.”

He heard her shush him, her fingers massaging lightly between his shoulders, as he drifted off to the most peaceful rest of his life. Her heartbeat was his lullaby.

“Hush, hush now,” she whispered in the glow of the Great Ape Moon, “Sleep. Sleep, my dear Husband.”

Eventually her breathing evened out as she too slipped into a peaceful sleep cradling the man she loved to her body in the home she made him.

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