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nachohypno · 4 years ago

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Nate and Dave Ch. 10

So… I have a boyfriend now.

My first boyfriend, huh. And he’s a werewolf. And according to him, we’re each other’s soulmate.

Lucky guy I am to have found my soulmate so quickly in my life, huh? And there’s people who say that high school romances won’t last. I mean… Anything could happen but he and I are made for each other or something like that?

Dave did seem a lot more affectionate know that we’re officially dating, and that’s pretty nice. He was driving towards my house, and I thought it would be pretty nice to have him at my place tonight. Our first night together as boyfriends, huh.

Sounds nice to think about it.

The jock couldn’t help but smile each time I looked at him, and again, he took any chance he had to stop the car and look at me with loving eyes.

“What?” I asked, as we were about to arrive at my house.

“N-Nothing, it’s just that…” He stopped talking for a while to concentrate on the road, and take the last turn. “I’m just so happy to be your boyfriend, bro”

Who would think that big mean Dave is actually a piece of cake on the inside? Bah, the soulmate bond made him act like this but I’m not going to complain, he’s still an amazing guy.

He stopped in front of my house and turned the car off. “You really want me to spend the night with you? I can give you space if you want, babe. You don’t have to feel forced to anything—”

“It’s still, I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t want you around” I said, trying to give him my best smile to reassure him.

Dave nodded, and we left the car. He ran around it and stopped next to me, then placed his arm around my shoulder, but this time he managed to control his strength to avoid putting extra pressure on my body.

He was getting better at controlling himself, huh!

We entered my house, and walked straight to my room. House alone again, we had to make the most of our time together.

The puppy boy followed me with a dumb grin, probably waiting for me to say something to him. He came a while ago, but I could tell by his bulge that he was horny and out for another round already.

“What do you wanna do, bruh?” Dave asked, after we entered in my room. I closed the door behind me, for safety reasons, and walked up to him. The jock was incredibly excited, and his eyes darted around with much more energy than he usually seemed to have.

This had become a habit for me by now, with Dave around a lot of the time at my room or myself going with Dave to his place and spending the night. It was a nice thing, and I felt like it wouldn’t get old soon. It would probably be easier at university…

I did have an urge to tell him to strip all his clothes and just stay there for me to admire him. It was weird, but at the same time, it wasn’t? I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like a dominant side of me just appeared lately and I was okay with it.

It’s not like an urge to mistreat Dave or hurt him, but more like use my bond with him for more… close action, if that makes sense?

I did feel a bit bad for using him like that while he declared his love for me, again. But at the time it was like something natural to do. Like it was right for me to play with my puppy boy.

“Uhm… Wanna play for a while?” I said, nervousness returning to my voice.

“Say no more” He grabbed me from the back and the legs and lifted me. Then, Dave carried me over to my bed, and softly left me on the edge. After that, the jock kneeled in front of me and held his hands like a pleading puppy, looking up at me with his tongue lolling out.

“I meant the ps4 but… this’ll work too. Just like when the day we met…” I whispered, looking down at him and softly caressing his face. He looked really cute when he was zoned out like this. “Hey boy, paw” I said, holding my hand out for him.

The jock placed his own hand on top of mine. I grabbed it and pulled him closer “Geez, you’re heavy…!” I mumbled, trying to move him to lay down with me. He seemed to hear me out, because his body suddenly started to be as easy to move as a big rag doll. “Oh… that’s better. Thanks, puppy boy”

“I really gotta have better control of my weight, babe. My mind just gets sorta fogged when we speak and I just want to be your good puppy boy, so that messes me up a bit” He managed to say, before starting to pant with his tongue out. He was really happy, that part was obvious.

“It’s okay, alpha pup. Just relax and rest for a while, alright?” I kissed his forehead before getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed “…And sleep, can you do that for me?”

He nodded with excitement, before quickly dozing off. “Anything for… youu… bruh…”

He’s amazing, I’ll give you that. I’ve never had a boyfriend before and I’m really nervous about this, but at the same time it’s not like I have any choice on the matter. He’s my soulmate, I love him and he loves me too. Yeah, he’s sort of… forced to do it via some weird supernatural thing, but it’s not a bad supernatural thing.

He enjoys it, according to him.

I sighed. ‘This is too much to think about. Werewolves? Real. Soulmates? Also real. A werewolf claiming that I’m his soulmate, and me falling in love with him some days afterwards? Triple real.

I mean, it wasn’t a real game changer. When Dave revealed his werewolf nature, it was a really unexpected thing. How can you ever expect a classmate who has been around for probably a year and a half and never talked to you to declare his love for you, multiple times, after he smells you while passing by?

I looked at Dave, who was snoring as he slept on my bed. The guy is perfect. He’s handsome, has amazing powers, every girl or gay dude would lust after his perfect frame, and a bright future ahead of him if he manages to enter the NFL.

‘I’m doing good so far’ I told myself, reassuring me that being with him was the right thing to do. I loved him, after all. And according to his Mr. Walker, if I broke Dave’s heart it could be devastating for the poor werewolf jock. I didn’t want that to happen, and god bless my head for making me fall over for the alpha puppy.

In reality, Dave was improving a lot with his studies in such a short time. If he keeps going like this, he’ll also get good chances of going to a really nice university.

My grades are good, mostly because I don’t like social reunions to spend the time at, so I either play games all day or study for fun. It’s a nice habit I’ve developed over the years, and always thought it was something nice to have.

My diverse interests in different careers proved it, I had a love for learning and I can’t get enough of it. Let it be enemy attack patterns or strategies for videogames or how to build a bird’s house for the garden, if I don’t feel lazy and have the time to do it, I’ll do it.

My friends seemed to adapt very well to the idea of me and Dave being closer these days, even after meeting less than two weeks ago.

Dave’s friends… Almost all of them, including his ex-girlfriend, seem to be pretty amazing! I still have to personally meet the football team without dying on the inside, but Leslie was a start, right?

“Hey, puppy boy?” I said, softly tapping his shoulder.

He opened his eyes, quickly. Oh, that was faster than I expected. “Yeah, bruh?” He sounded sleepy, but not zoned out at all. He wasn’t in a trance right now. I looked at my phone’s time, he’s been asleep for like 15 minutes now.

“How was that nap?” I asked, and Dave smiled at me.

“Honestly, I would’ve preferred to sleep with you. But being near you is enough for me to be happy, my love” He’s cheesy. He’s not like this normally, just for me.

But I liked it a lot. “Aww, such a cute puppy boy you are” I placed my hand near his ear, and he playfully started to move his head, probably wanting me to scratch his sweet spot again.

I did just that, and he started with that motor-like sound again. His blue eyes looked up at me with such adoration, like a dog looking at his owner. The varsity jacket around his torso made him look way cuter than he credited it.

“You’re simply amazing, bro” He said, then leaned in towards me to give me a quick smooch on the lips. “Something on your mind, or should we just cuddle like we always do?”

“Hmm… I was thinking we could play something on the ps4 but…”

“I mean; I love video games as long as I play with ya. Besides, I love beatin’ your beautiful ass in COD” He proudly interrupted me. Huh, so that’s how it’s going to be?

“But… why don’t we go take a walk instead?” I finished, getting up from the bed and walking over to the closet. I opened it and there was the dog leash, hanging beside a few belts.

After grabbing the leash, Dave got up and went to his school bag, grabbing the bowser collar and then moving over to me. “Where are we going today, babe? Oh, wait. I have to change into wolf form first, right? Gimme a sec”

But I shook my head. “I have something else in mind. It’s still quite early so… why don’t we go to the forest again?” I knew he loved the forest. I didn’t like being outside at night, but it was still sort of sunny outside so… Let’s make the most of the time, right?

The jock nodded, grabbing the leash from my hands and putting it alongside his collar inside his school bag.

I liked he wasn’t completely careless about his werewolf status and thought about hiding those things until we were completely alone at the forest. He’s smarter than he seems.

I went closer and gave him a long, nice kiss, which he seemed to enjoy a lot, before we walked outside of my room and headed to his car.

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The forest normally? Cold. Empty and scary. Especially now since it’s almost 6 p.m.

Dave probably loved this, and the god rays going through the leaves of the tall trees and illuminating the path was really nice to see.

I’ve never been a fan of camping, so it would probably be some time until I proposed something like spending the night at the forest with Dave. I felt safe with him though, so I really shouldn’t worry about little stuff like that?

“Arrived, should I change now?” Dave said, stopping the car near the usual spot. The nice part of the forest in fall/almost winter is that it’s actually really empty. People prefer hanging out at the cafeteria, the library or the park.

Staying at home isn’t a really bad idea neither, so it wasn’t weird to see a few of my classmates in social media posting pics while playing games or joking around with their friends.

Staying at home with Dave… It definitely was good, but we only played COD (Where he beats my ass) or cuddle and take long naps together. Not even having sex as a regular thing, since Dave still hadn’t fucked me. I also contemplated the possibility of fucking him too, but I couldn’t tell if he would like that.

At one side, he had to do everything I said without a chance of resisting, so he would be blissful about it. On the other side, Dave has stated that he’s not gay, so I’m really not absolutely sure if he really enjoys being with me, but then goes back to his old ‘I hate fags’ self.

Those little insecurities crossed through my mind multiple times a day, especially when I’m with him around. It’s definitely something I have to work on if I want this to work out for both of us.

I shook my head “Not now. I’ve got an idea, but let’s head to one of your safe spot first, puppy boy”

“A’ight, bruh” Then we left the car. He grabbed his bag, and I took a deep breath. I grew used to being here the last few days we’ve come together.

“Oh, and Dave?” Before he could turn towards me and ask me something, I finished with a “Could you turn into a werewolf?”

Just me ‘asking for it’ was enough, apparently. Dave nodded excitedly as he always does when I ask him for something, then stood still with his eyes zoned out.

I looked around, just to be sure we were alone, as Dave’s body changed drastically to his werewolf form. The snout was back, his eyes were bigger and his ears were on top of his head, like a normal wolf.

His body, now covered in fur, grew a few inches as usual. Curiously, his clothes seemed to be pushed to the limit, but he still seemed able to move freely without tearing them apart. And you could also see the shape of his abs and pecs on his shirt.

His bulge also grew a bit, and I poked it with a finger just to see if that would interrupt his transformation. Luckily, it didn’t, but Dave did let out a deep, little “Huhuhuh…” as the transformation continued.

A tail appeared on top of his butt, wiggling left and right rapidly, and his hands grew the wolf pads and nails once again.

A few seconds later, he blinked a few times, before looking at me with a caring smile that showed off a few of his fangs.

“What was that for, bro?” He asked, his voice way deeper than his usual dreamy jock voice. I liked it, but I preferred the old one, to be honest.

“Nothing important, just wanted to see you transforming again” I said, while caressing the spot now behind his wolf ears. ‘Wonder how the magic works to shift his audition system to the ears of the top after the human ears disappear’.

I would love to learn more about supernatural creatures, but I really doubt that’s a career you can follow once you join a university. It’s not like there’s a sort of Hogwarts out there for supernatural creatures, right? Would be funny if…

Hmm… Now that I think of it, it’s not really that impossible if there are actual supernatural creatures out there.

“Well, now that I’m in wolf form…” He reached out for his bag and grabbed the bowser collar. “Can we please go for a walk? It was really fun the last time!”

He broke me out of my thoughts, but it was alright. I liked last time too, although he wasn’t really in werewolf form. I wanted to see his wolf form in action, but it would

I nodded, and grabbed the collar from his hands as he straightened his neck for me to put it on him. I tried to buckle it on the usual spot so he could move freely without feeling too restrained.

After that was done, he passed me the leash from his bag and I attached it to the collar.

“Want me to carry you? I’d love to do that so you don’t get tired, bro” Aw, such a cute puppy.

“Nah, it’s alright. I should do some exercise too. Besides, I like having the leash of the situation” I said mockingly, as I lifted the hand with the hang of the leash.

The werewolf nodded “Yeah, well joke’s on you. I actually like when you have the leash”

I chuckled “Okay, puppy boy. C’mon, let’s do the walk before it gets dark and cold out here”

Dave didn’t complain, as we started walking away from the car and into the forest.

The only sound breaking the silence was our steps crushing brown leaves under our shoes, and Dave’s werewolf nose sniffing a lot, probably to recognize as many smells as he could?

We kept going like that for a good while, probably 15 minutes or so. It was relaxing, just us, together, walking in the forest like nothing mattered. Like a dog and his owner.

“Y’know, tomorrow’s the big game, bro. I know we’ve talked about this already but i’m not gonna force you to go and cheer me up.” He said, breaking the silence as he stopped walking and turned around to face me “I’d really appreciate it if you were there for me. Like, a lot, bro”

Dave grabbed my hand and moved it towards his chest, waiting for my answer while giving me puppy eyes.

“Pretty please? For me, bro? I’ll do anything you want afterwards, promise!” He insisted.

I smiled “Hey, the team is also sort of expecting me to be there, right?” He nodded “Then, if I want to help you with your plan of slowly coming out, wouldn’t it be easier if I helped you with that, as you originally planned?”

Werewolf Dave seemed mildly confused by the logic. He had a thoughtful expression and rubbed his snout a bit.

I softly pulled from the leash attached to his collar, breaking him from his train of thoughts. “Hey!” I pulled again, and he smirked “Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?” Then he got in four legs, clenched his knees, and jumped towards me.

I didn’t have enough time (Nor reaction skill) to avoid him. We fell to the ground, Dave on top of me with a blissful expression on his face. I looked at him, and he took the chance to lick my face just like a few days ago. It was like a big, way stronger than me-dog was trying to give me some love.

“Uh— Dave— Not— again…!” I tried to say, as he covered me with slobber once again. I managed to reach his sweet spot and started scratching it, making him stop licking my face immediately and getting off me, rolling to the side with his arms and legs extended and his tongue lolled out.

I cleaned my face with my sleeve and sat beside him. Then, I started rubbing his belly like I would to a real dog before he could go back to licking my face. “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy, David?” I said with a childish voice.

“I am! I am a good boy, bro!” He responded, panting. “I’m your good boy!” His leg was kicking the air as I rubbed his belly and I honestly found that adorable.

“Oh, really?” He got up and kneeled in front of me, nodding rapidly with his tongue still lolling out, and still panting. “Let’s see… roll!”

He did as I said, his tongue going back inside of his mouth as he laid down on the floor and started rolling like a dog, just like he dared me to do a few days ago. ‘Sweet revenge’ I thought, as I remembered that little moment.

“Talk!” I ordered him, and then Dave stopped rolling and got back on his knees, holding his ‘paws’ out while barking. “Good boy! Now, chase your tail!”

He got in four legs, and looked behind him. He growled at the tail behind him and started barking as he tried to catch it.

His tail, however, didn’t seem amused by Dave’s attempts to catch it. So, the puppy boy was struggling a lot with following that order. But it was alright, he was an amazing puppy boy.

“I was joking! You can stop now!” I said, before he hurt himself or anything.

Dave got back to kneeling in front of me, waiting for any other command. ‘Just one more thing won’t hurt, right?’ I thought, as I grabbed a fallen branch on the ground. I showed it to Dave, and he followed it with his eyes as he panted in excitement. “You want it, boy? Go get it!”

I threw the branch towards a nearby tree with some flowers on its base. The werewolf ran after it with a lot of determination, before stopping on his tracks in front of the tree.

Confused after he kept staring the flowers, I walked up to him and asked “What’s wrong, puppy boy?” wondering what was going on.

“Nothing, bro” He said, still very focused on the flowers. He broke out of the puppy role by now, going back to the big handsome jock. He leaned in and audibly smelled the flowers. “It’s just… Wolfsbane, can’t touch that”

Hmm… I remember hearing about it. But Dave seemed to notice my puzzled face, so he proceeded to explain it to me. “It’s a toxic plant, bro. I’ve seen it a few times, the bitch grows in a lot of places, even when internet claims it only grows in mountains”

He threw a look of hate to the plant, before covering one of his hands with the sleeve of the varsity jacket, and slowly getting closer to it. Then, he grabbed the stick I just threw and passed it to me. “Here. The smell is really bad, so let’s just move away from it and grab another stick, a’ight?”

I was mildly surprised that he found another way of fulfilling my order of ‘Go get the stick’, even when it was surrounded by dangerous plants.

I nodded, throwing the stick away before grabbing the hang of the leash again and walking with him to another part. “Are you alright?” I asked him, as we walked in complete silence. I was sort of hoping him to tell me a dark story about wolfsbane and him but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“Yeah, sorry. Got lost in thoughts there. That shit’s smell is really awful, bro. Makes me wish I didn’t have heightened smell!” He finished with a deep laugh.

“It’s alright, we can keep playing at another place. Would you like that, puppy boy?”

He looked at me, excitement coming back to him. “Yeah! Can’t wait to catch that branch this time! I love you so much for playing with me, bro!” Huh, he really takes any chance he has to tell me he loves me.

Not gonna complain though, I really loved it.

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It was already after school of the next day, and I was nervous, as always.

Is it weird to say that I’ve never been at a football game during my whole life? I don’t think so.

High school football games aren’t mandatory (Luckily) but our professors encourage us to attend to keep our school spirit as high as possible. And honestly I’ve never noticed how many people were into this thing.

Lots of parents and families walked over to the football field, as the bus from today’s rival team parked near our school.

A bunch of “BOOOOOS” Could be heard from the people as they passed beside the bus.

“Hey nerd” Someone said behind me. I turned around, hoping to see my good playful puppy boy. But instead, I was greeted by Butch’s frown.

I looked around, searching for my knight in shining armor as Butch took a step closer to me. I was surrounded by people, he wouldn’t be so stupid to try something against me in public, right?

“Hey Butch—” I tried to say, but he interrupted me right away.

“Listen, I don’t want any of your shenanigans” What the hell was he talking about? He’s the one who approached me. “I’ve talked with my bro last night, and even if I still think you’ve made some weird fag shit to him, we’ve reached an agreement”

Huh, that was interesting. “What was it about?”

“The game” He explained, looking around and lowering his voice. “You probably have a lot of options for universities, being a nerd and all that. Wouldn’t be surprised if you even clung to that lgbt shit to get free benefits”

That was pretty rude, and I was sort of amazed how he managed to turn his attempt of an explanation to a way of insulting me. “But me and a few mates from my team know that we’ll only get an scholarship if we play like gods during this last year. So, big D and I talked yesterday and teamed up again, like things were before you showed up”

“It’s not like I really did anything, you could just try and chill out a bit” I said, getting a little fed up by his asshole behavior.

He clenched his fist and took another step closer, but then backed again and relaxed “Don’t be so cocky, I ain’t gonna hold back when my bro is done with playing around with ya”

I gulped, then nodded. “If that was all, I think you should head over to the locker room. Your team should be waiting for you” I replied, pretty coldly. He gave me a rough pat on the shoulder before beginning to walk away. “And good luck on the field!” I said, after he took a few steps away, heading to the school.

I couldn’t tell if he heard me or anything, until he gave me the middle finger without looking back. ‘Geez, what a dickhead’ I thought, as someone else patted my shoulder again.

“I hope he wasn’t too aggressive with you, bro. We’ve chatted last night and—” I turned around and found Dave, his hair was a big messier than usually and he had a gym bag. He looked nervous, but also really excited. And I wondered if he ran out of the gym before coming here.

“I know, he told me about it. He was… decent, I guess” I shrugged it off, it’s not like I care about Butch anyway. I forgot how it was being afraid of a jock, probably because of all the time I was spending with the werewolf now.

“Wish I could kiss you right now, for good luck” Dave said, scratching the back of his head. I noticed he was blushing, and looked around a lot.

I grabbed his hand, and ran towards the side of the school’s main building. No one seemed to be around here, so it was a safe place. “Anyone around, puppy boy?”

He looked around, and I noticed he seemed to be pointing his ears as he moved his head to face other parts of the building. “Nope, we’re safe here” but before I could do anything, he was the one who kissed me.

I kissed him back, happy to give him the ‘good luck kiss’ he wanted. He pulled away quickly, probably to avoid drawing attention.

“Thanks, bruh. I’ll do my best to win that game for you, don’t wanna disappoint the love of my life while you’re watching me out there” He said, blushing a bit and looking away nervously. He seemed really worried about this.

I caressed his face, then quickly reminded myself that we’re on public and then patted his shoulder. He seemed confused about this, but I decided to speak before things got more confuse.

“You should go to the locker room too. The rivals just arrived so it’s only a matter of time until the game begins”

Dave seemed a bit disappointed, but agreed with me “Yeah… I was just making time to be around you a bit more. You’re just so handsome that I couldn’t resist, bruh” He said, before looking at the field’s direction.

“It’s okay, I know you’ll do great, big alpha guy” I gave him another pat “C’mon, it’s going to start in any moment and you still don’t have your uniform on”

He nodded, before giving me a quick smooch on the cheek. “Gonna need more luck, but I’m not going to disappoint you, bro!” Then he ran off to the locker room.

I walked back to the front of the school, and noticed Sam standing near the entrance. I walked over to him, wondering if the president had a special seat or something at the bleachers.

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The game was over, and as I suspected, we won.

The rival team played fair, I guess. I don’t really know how football works, but the local team didn’t seem too mad while they played.

Dave was as amazing as I’ve seen during the practice after we’ve first met. And being in the bleachers, barking like a crazy dog each time our team did something great felt pretty awesome. Again, I couldn’t tell when that happened so Dick had to give me a Football 101 class as the match played out.

He also noted how good my puppy boy was at the game, moving with perfect agility and trying to synchronize himself with his teammates capabilities, rather than them being able to catch up with him. “I really don’t like your friend, but hell if he’s a great player. Looks like the Messi of American football, just dumber and not really likeable”

“He’s been trying to be nicer lately. It was nice when… you know, I stopped being afraid of him. Not being worried about having your head slammed to a table is nice” I said, trying to ease him into the thought of me dating Dave. If that ever happened to come up at the chat.

“I know you and ‘im have been… closer lately. I’m not going to give ya the usual shit of ‘be careful’ and bla bla bla. Just be honest, is somethin’ happenin’ between you two?” Dick looked at me, not with a worried face but more like a curious stare. Like he was trying to figure out what was on my mind.

I nodded slowly as we both got up from our seats and started walking out of the field. “Don’t tell anybody, alright?”

He made a movement like he was zipping his mouth, and said “Your secret is safe, lil’ bruh. He’s your first… thing, right?” I nodded again “Then hell, just enjoy and have a great time. Don’t worry about other fuckers meddling in if he really chose you to explore his sexuality or whatever”

It was nice to hear that from a friend. Although he did sound sort of dismissive, and he disappeared into the crowd before I could answer. That was great though, because I had the intention of going to congratulate my boyfriend.

The football team was still on the field, doing victory dances while the more mature guys chatted with the rival team, saying stuff like ‘It was a good game, you guys rocked out here’, trying to be nice winners.

I honestly preferred Dave’s approach to winning, he was howling to the sky a lot and yelling “HELL YEAH! WE WOOOOOOOON!” but it was probably because I knew that howling was a natural thing for him. The rival team just stared at him with hatred in their eyes, while trying to stablish a chat with the members of the local team that were actually interested in not winning but having fun.

It was clear that Dave never got that lesson from Disney during his childhood.

I waited for him and the team to leave the field, hoping I could catch him before heading home, but he suddenly started sniffing the air and looked in my direction.

I blushed, and remained there. He gave me a wink before making a showing me the palm of his hand, probably telling me to stop here and wait for him.

A few minutes later, the jocks from both teams left the field. The local team went back to the locker room to get changed and shower, while the rival team went to their bus, back to their own town.

Dave approached me before heading to the locker room and quickly said “Did you watch the game, bro? How was I?!”

He probably still had a lot of adrenaline, but he did play amazingly. “Very great job out there, big guy!” I answered him, after checking out we were effectively alone. There were a few parents about to leave the scene so it was me and him all by ourselves.

He seemed proud of my answer, and held his chest out. “Hey, my team wants to go celebrate to a dinner and eat a lot of burgers but…” He placed his big hand on my cheek, softly moving his thumb around. “I’d really rather celebrate just with you, my love”

I smiled “Sure. I actually have an idea for a reward. I didn’t want to say it before, to avoid making you… you know, play harsher with your powers, hah. But why don’t we go to my room again? I think you’ll really like this idea” I whispered, just in case anyone was near enough to hear us.

Dave’s eyes showed more excitement than before, and he nodded frantically. “Give me a few minutes! Gotta return the school’s armor before heading out and I’ll drive us there!”

He waited for me to nod, before running away at an impressive speed. As I said, I waited for him and he came back with his gym bag and his varsity jacket, ready to go.

It looked like the puppy boy wanted to lift me up and run at all speed towards my house, but he tried to contain himself pretty well.

This was going to be amazing.

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Back at my place, I knew mom would be out for at least one or two hours more.

Dave seemed like a beast doing the best he could to contain himself. He anxiously tapped the car’s wheel every time we reached a traffic light, and he ran out of the car and locked it with his key as soon as I stepped out.

He could perfectly grab me, break my house’s door with a kick, then do a long shot with me to upstairs just so save up more time, but I don’t think the big guy would do that because I could end up hurt.

Once in my room, he almost ripped off all of his clothing. Luckily, almost. I was impressed by this energy boost he was having, even more since we were about to… do the dirty a few days ago, and he didn’t seem nearly as excited as he was now.

Probably because he had an awful day back then? Today must have been a rush because of the football game. Classes were pretty vague already with most of the professors rambling and letting us free class time to do other works or just chill out before the game.

“Ready for action, bro!” He said, striking a pose in all his naked glory. His hard cock was twitching and leaking a bit of pre already.

I took my time and fully undressed in front of him. He followed every movement I did with cautious precision, like a predator looking over for his prey. If he was in werewolf form at the moment, I bet he would stick his tongue out at every moment.

I walked towards him, only separated by a few inches. He leaned in and kissed me in a sort of nice way, as he always did. A few times, he would break the kiss and breath quite heavily. “Uh… I’m really horny now, bro… Do you… do you really want it? I’m not going to force you to—“

“Yeah,” I interrupted him before he started with the usual ‘You’re the boss here’ speech. “Yeah, let’s get on with this”

He nodded, and lifted me up from the floor. The horny werewolf walked over to my bed and gently left me on top of it, facing my mattress. “Never rimmed a guy before” He said, chuckling nervously “Can’t be too different from a chick’s ass”

I let out a little sigh, trying to relax myself, as Dave pushed my butt cheeks and started licking my hole.

It felt weird.

I mean, it felt kind of good, I guess? But also knowing that his tongue was doing that… I think I would have preferred if he just spat on his hand and inserted his fingers, like I saw on some videos. Too late to back out now, right?

Dave was the expert on sex so… he knows how to make it hurt less, I assume.

After a few minutes doing that, the jock got up and walked towards his gym bag. I moved to look at him, and noticed he took out a condom from one of the bag’s pockets. “You always carry condoms around?” I asked, honestly curious.

The werewolf shrugged “I’m always up for having sex, have that in mind” He replied, with a wink.

‘I’ll do, don’t worry’ I thought, as he ripped the condom’s envelope and placed the thing around his cock.

“Now, the important part…” He started in a really serious voice, getting in position behind me. I could feel him aligning his cock to have a clear entrance to my ass “If it hurts, or you’d like to make any request, don’t hold back. I want you to enjoy this as much as I will, and you’re my priority, bro”

Dave leaned in to kiss my back, then went up and kissed my neck softly. “Understood?” He finished, as I felt his cock pressing against my hole.

“Y-Yes, let’s do this already” I answered.

He chuckled, and kept giving me little kisses, probably to distract me. His cock was already sliding in. “God, you’re so tight…” He whispered near my ear “I love it…”.

I won’t lie, it felt good so far. Barely any pain at— OH, SON OF A BITCH!

‘It’s okay! I can handle it! It just hurts at the beginning!’ I told myself, as Dave finished going all the way in, and started thrusting in and out quite slowly at first.

The pain diminished little by little as he kept fucking my ass. I was worried his cock might be too big for my virgin ass, but it was good so far. I barely felt any pleasure though, it was just like a very weird thing.

And then, Dave touched the sacred spot. I let out a moan, and Dave said “Huh, good to know that”, probably referring that he just found my prostate. After that, it felt like heaven. The werewolf’s movements were perfect, and even if he barely moaned now, I could tell he was enjoying it.

I was tempted to order him to turn into a werewolf, but if his dick grew inside of me like it did when he transformed, I would probably be in a lot more pain that I was a few moments ago. And the condom would probably break too.

After a few more minutes of Dave fucking me, he pulled his cock out. Then, he turned me around with his impressive strength, and lifted me by the butt. I surrounded him with my legs, as he positioned me again on top of his cock and slowly made me go downwards on it.

Now we were facing each other as he fucked me, and we took the chance to make out, only interrupted by our moans from time to time.

This was amazing, he was amazing, everything was amazing.

“I could last all night if you wanted me to, bro…” He whispered, in between pants. Now that he mentioned it, I could feel myself getting closer to blowing a load. “Just tell me when you want me to cum, a’ight?”

I nodded, and he kept making me go up and down on his cock. The pain was long forgotten by now, and I felt it sliding perfectly in my hole.

Then, I came on top of him, as he sat down on my bed still holding on to me.

I was extremely disappointed by how quickly I came, but Dave’s cock still felt good inside of me. But…

“Cum” I told him, and he didn’t waste a second. His eyes unfocused for a bit, as his cock exploded inside of my ass. Afterwards, we both fell on my bed, facing each other.

His cock was still inside of me, and I was sure he would get hard again if I ordered it.

But my first time had been amazing so far, so maybe this was enough for today?

Dave smiled at me, leaning in to give me a kiss. I kissed him back, wondering how could I live so far without this beefcake around. Everything was so different unlike two weeks ago, where I would look forward to senior year ending so I could stop hiding from the mean big jocks.

“I love you…” Dave whispered after the kiss was over, looking at me with adoration in his eyes. “I hope I did good during your first time”

And now, I didn’t want it to end at all. Everything was so perfect right now.

“It was, puppy boy. Thanks for it… and I love you too” I managed to say, glad that my stutter didn’t ruin the moment. And glad that I had a werewolf soulmate.

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mymoodwriting · 5 years ago

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For Your Safety

Omega!Reader x Alpha!NCT

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Non-Con, Fingering, Biting, Bruising, Drugs, Alcohol, Runaway, Mind Break, Blood, Gang Bang

Words: 6.6K

Chapter One

(//Next)

Prompt: It was decided long ago that omegas needed to be protected and kept out of the general public, and that’s been the norm for years. Any omega born in society was allowed to remain with their family until the age of eighteen. Some said you were lucky to be an omega but you didn’t completely trust this claim of paradise awaiting you, so before it was your time to go you ran. You managed to build a life for yourself and be normal, that is until one day you make a fatal mistake that threatens to destroy everything you’ve built.

You were lost in thought as you made your way home. You had a project that needed to be done by tomorrow or else your boss would have your head. Since you were so preoccupied with your worries you didn’t notice the person in front of you and ran right into them. You fell on your ass, dropping your things, but quickly apologizing.

“I’m so sorry, this was my fault, I didn’t pay attention to where I was going.”

“That’s alright.”

You were grabbing your things when a hand was suddenly in your field of vision. You felt your face get hot, but quickly calmed down and accepted the help. Once you were on your feet your eyes met and you froze. The man before you was dressed in a black suit, the other behind him dressed the same, leaning against a black SUV. They were government agents. They were rarely seen in public, so them being there meant one thing, they were picking up an omega.

“I’m Jaehyun, are you okay?”

“I… I’m fine.” Your voice was shaking. “Sorry again.”

“Are you sure you’re alright? It’s the suit isn’t it? Not used to seeing a government agent in broad daylight. I assure you, I’m a normal person, just like you.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure, of course.”

“Do you need-”

“Jaehyun. Let’s go.”

Two other suits walked out of a building, a young boy with them. One of them walked past you to put a bag in the trunk, the guy behind Jaehyun opening the car door for the young boy, gesturing for him to get in.

“Gimme a sec, Taeyong.” Jaehyun chuckled. “I gotta go, but could I get your name? Maybe your number too? I’d like to-”

“No! No, that’s not a good idea.”

You smiled apologetically and then walked past him, wanting to get away as soon as possible. You didn’t get far, barely stepping past the SUV when a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist and held you back. You swallowed nervously, slowly turning around. For some reason your eyes darted to the SUV, the guy named Taeyong sitting in the front passenger seat, glaring at you. Your eyes quickly went back to Jaehyun.

He was staring at you curiously, his head slightly tilted to the side. You were shaking a bit, hoping he’d let you go. Instead he pulled you towards him, leaning in close to take in your scent. You were ready to punch him and run if things went south, but thankfully he just let you go. You backed up a bit, weary of the situation, but he was smiling again.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to frighten you, it’s just you seemed… interesting. I know agents can be scary.” The car honked, Jaehyun looking back to see Taeyong tapping his wrist. “I really do have to go, can I at least have your name? Please?”

“Renee.” You lied. “My name’s Renee.”

“It was nice meeting you, Renee.”

“Right.”

You bowed and then went off, trying your best not to run. Moments later you saw the SUV drive past you, and you could finally take a breath. You hurried home, your heart pounding in your chest. You threw your things down on the couch and rushed to the kitchen, rummaging through a cabinet for your pill bottle. You quickly took a pill and fell to the floor, taking a deep breath.

It had been decided long ago that omegas needed special care and protection, so a whole new division was created for that purpose. Omegas nowadays lived out their lives in a safe, undisclosed government location, well taken care of. Because of that omegas born in normal society became a rarity, but it happened nonetheless, you were proof of that. For those like you, you’d get to remain with your parents until you came of age, until your eighteenth birthday, then they’d come for you.

Your high school friends seemed rather jealous that you were going to live a luxurious carefree life, but you weren’t excited for it. Everyone understood why omegas were taken, they could cause problems but there were ways to control it, so this extreme method wasn’t really necessary. Once the law was put into place omega suppressants became illegal, and it was clear that the decision was final.

Despite the promise of care, there were those who didn’t trust what the government said. There were rumors about what really happened to omegas, and none of it sounded good. You didn’t want to be taken, you wanted to live out your life like a normal person, and the only way to do that was to run. You found someone who could provide you with suppressants, glad to know not everyone was on board with omega law. They were also kind enough to get you connected with someone who could forge some documents for you and help you make a new life for yourself. Before your eighteenth birthday came around you were gone.

For the last couple of years you’ve lived well. You had a job, an apartment, and no one knew the truth. Of course you had to forsake dating, too afraid to let anyone get close and possibly find out the truth. You were happy though cause this life was yours. Although that run-in with a government agent scared you half to death.

The suppressants you took also helped you mask your scent. To the average person you were a beta, it also helped that no one really knew the scent of an omega anymore, so it was easy to hide. The only people who might be able to tell your scent was off was those who worked closely with omegas, like that Jaehyun guy, but luckily he didn’t notice anything. At least that’s what you thought, but days later there was a knock at your door.

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“Hello.”

When you opened the door you recognized that agent from before, Taeyong, along with Jaehyun and one of the other suits you saw before with him. You swallowed nervously.

“We’re with the Omega Care and Protection Division, may we come in?”

You didn’t get the chance to answer before Taeyong pushed past you and into your apartment, briefcase in hand. Jaehyun took your arm and pulled you along. You saw another six guys walk into your apartment before the door shut behind you. They split up and started going through your things, ransacking your apartment.

Jaehyun sat you down on the couch, keeping an eye on you, smile on his face. Taeyong sat down on another couch, putting his briefcase on the coffee table and opening it up. You had no idea what was going on, you wanted to run, but you had to keep calm. Freaking out or any other extreme emotion would cause your body to burn through the suppressant.

“Can I… offer you something to drink? Water? Coffee? I think I have some-”

“I’m good.” Taeyong interrupted. “The rest of you can help yourselves.”

“Um…”

“Doyoung, can I get some water?” Jaehyun asked. “Please.”

“Sure.”

You glanced back, seeing that one of the guys looking through your kitchen stopped his search and grabbed a glass, filling it with water. You expected Jaehyun to drink it but instead he offered it to you. You took it, taking a sip before setting it on the table. You looked around, hearing the others moving around your apartment, you could only see a few of them.

“What’s… what’s going on?”

“I think you know, Renee.” Taeyong taunted.

“I… I don’t… so I would appreciate it if you told me. I could be of more use, I don’t think it’s necessary to have so many of you here.”

“Given the situation, it’s very necessary.”

“What situ-”

“Found something.”

Someone came into the living room, handing Taeyong some papers. You quickly recognized those to be yours, your fake ones anyway. You swallowed your fear, keeping a smile on your face.

“Thank you, Mark.”

“I could have given those to you if you asked, would have been faster too.”

Mark glanced over at you, smirk on his face. He made you more nervous with the way he looked at you. Your eyes quickly went back to Taeyong who was typing away, some kind of computer in the briefcase. You knew what would come up once he looked up your paperwork. An ordinary job wouldn’t notice anything but they weren’t ordinary.

You glanced at the door momentarily. They hadn’t locked it, so there was a chance, but making a straight run for it would only get you caught. You needed a plan. Suddenly another boy came into the living room, file in hand, you knew exactly what that was.

“Found this in a box. It was hidden in the closet under a pile of shirts.”

“Ah, lovely, thank you, Haechan.”

“More than just work papers.”

Haechan smirked at Mark, apparently happy to provide more than the other did. That file had your birth certificate and every other document you needed forged.

“Of course I hid those, they’re important, I can’t just leave them lying around.” You tried explaining. “Again, I could have helped if you just…”

You grew quiet when you realized they weren’t listening to you. Taeyong went through the papers from the file, going back and forth from them to the screen. You needed to think but there was too much pressure in that room.

“If you don’t need my help going through my apartment then may I use the bathroom?”

“Sure, Jaehyun, take her.”

You stood up, heading over to the bathroom. Jaehyun followed you, and as you were closing the door he said he’d be right outside waiting for you. That was expected but at least you were alone now. You took a deep breath, and went over what you knew. Jaehyun was out the door, three other guys in your living room, two in the kitchen, and on the way over you saw another in your room, leaving another two to be somewhere else in the apartment.

It took you a second but you realized the bathroom hadn’t been searched. You opened the mirror cabinet, relieved to see one of your pill bottles. They were a bit older but left there for emergencies like this one. It wasn’t good to take more than one a day, but you knew you were burning through the one you had already taken and would need another one to be safe. Since you were gonna make a run for it, you put the bottle in your pocket after taking a pill.

You took a deep breath, flushing the toilet and turning on the faucet to clean your face. You knew where to go if this ever happened, all you had to do was get out the door. You slowly peeked out of the bathroom, seeing that the front door was unguarded. With that information you slammed the bathroom door against Jaehyun and ran for the exit. You got the door open but someone put their hand over it and slammed it shut, grabbing you.

“I see someone is done playing dumb.”

You squirmed. “I’m not playing! I don’t know what’s going on and I have no way of knowing if you really are from the government!”

“Johnny!” Jaehyun shouted. “Don’t hurt her!”

“I won’t, I know how to take care of someone. Are you okay though? She did slam a door in your face.”

“I’m fine, get her back to the living room.”

“Of course.”

Johnny picked you up and carried you back over to the living room. When he put you down he reached in your pocket and pulled out the pill bottle, tossing it to Mark.

“Found the drugs.”

You bit your lip, knowing very well it was over now. Taeyong took the bottle from Mark, examining it. Moments later one from the kitchen came over with the other pill bottle from your medicine cabinet, handing it to Taeyong.

“Beat you to it, Sicheng.” Johnny remarked.

“It’s not a competition.”

“Both of you shut it.” Taeyong hissed. “So, y/n, are we done lying?”

You froze when you heard your real name, knowing you were done. At that point all nine were in the living room, surrounding you, they didn’t need anything else. You had your head down, fidgeting with your hands in your lap.

“Let’s just run a quick test to make it official shall we? Jungwoo, if you would.”

Taeyong held up what seemed to be some sorta plastic gun, but you knew it was meant to extract blood. Who you assumed was Jungwoo took the device and stood in front of you.

“May I see your arm?”

You didn’t respond but held your arm out. They smiled and grabbed your arm, gently using it to get a blood sample. You only felt the slight pinch from the needle going in. When it was over Jungwoo handed Taeyong the vial. You had no idea what the briefcase did, but apparently it was capable of testing your blood.

“You tested positive, how lovely. Now, boys, meet y/n, one of our few runaway omegas.”

Sicheng peered over Tae’s shoulder. “Given her age it seems like she’s been missing for a long time, impressive.”

“Not something you should be proud of.” Doyoung commented.

“True, but adorable.”

One of the others pet you, the one who called you adorable, ruffling your hair and giggling. You were still tense so that wasn’t helping you relax. They could all probably smell your fear, given that you weren’t trying to hide it anymore.

“Cut it out, Yuta.” Jaehyun said. “You’re not helping.”

“Helping what? Aren’t we taking her and leaving now?”

“Yes, but first.” Taeyong put down the pill bottles and some documents in front of you. “I want to know where you got these from.”

“I made them…”

They all laughed to some degree, the lie was worth a try anyway. If you were screwed and your life was over, fine, so be it, but you weren’t going to turn on those who helped you be free, if only for a while. Although the others didn’t seem like they were going to take your joke lightly. With that said, Yuta sat down next to you.

“I admire you lying, even now.”

“I… I’m not.”

“Sure.” They put their hand on your knee. “That’s what you say now.”

“Yuta.” Jaehyun scolded. “Behave.”

“What?” Yuta moved his hand. “She’s not gonna react much now. You took a pill in the bathroom, didn’t you?”

“Good point.” Mark said. “She’s not herself right now.”

“Never understood why some of you omegas wanna suppress what you really are.” Doyoung stated. “Seems kinda sad.”

“And illegal.” Johnny added. “So why don’t we catch a criminal, who gave you the pills y/n?”

“I told you… I made them myself.”

“Hmm.”

Johnny was suddenly behind you, caressing your cheek. You flinched from his touch but he held you in place, tilting your head up so you could look at him.

“The only reason you’re being this uncooperative is because of those pills you took, they’ve messed with your head.”

“No… they keep it clear.”

“Clear? You call this clarity?”

“You don’t belong here.” Jaehyun said. “Aren’t you lonely?”

“I’m fine… I want to be here.”

“Why?”

“Cause I want to!”

“Feisty.” Sicheng chuckled. “Kinda like those pills giving an omega a little more of a brain.”

You glared at him for a moment, this was exactly why you hated what you were. Those who weren’t your friends back then made fun of you for being an omega, actually you were quite certain everyone did at some point, you were the only omega around. What you hated the most was that your future was set. Some might find comfort in not having to worry about what would become of their life, but because everyone thought that’s how you felt they didn’t care so much.

You didn’t get too attached to anyone, not even your parents, or maybe they didn’t get attached to you, knowing very well you wouldn’t be in their life for long. Anything you did, good or bad, didn’t get much attention, not like it was going to change anything about your future. You didn’t act out or anything, no point, you ignored most of the comments, doing your best to have a normal life, pretending you were going to be allowed to keep it. Eventually you took matters into your own hands and ran.

You started taking suppressants before you turned eighteen, so you’ve never actually known what an omega is supposed to feel like, never known what it was like to be in heat, at least not like you really should. You had a job, it had its good days and bad days, but it was yours nonetheless. You had a nice place, you had your own life, and now these agents were here laughing at what you called your own. They probably noticed your discomfort and shame over the situation unfolding.

“Sicheng.” Haechan hissed, hitting the other. “Don’t be rude, you know how omegas are, she can’t help it.”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to sound rude. I’m just… still genuinely impressed as to how long she’s… survived out here. Can’t be easy, denying your true nature for years.”

“Just take me away already.” You mumbled, pulling your head down and not meeting anyone’s eyes. “Yes, I’m an omega and I ran before I turned eighteen. I met someone who forged my documents and taught me how to make suppressants, I don’t know where they are anymore. I won’t try to run again… so just… take me…”

“Honesty. That’s a very good first step.” Jungwoo admired. “But that was only half true. We know what goes into making suppressants for omegas, not all substances in it are legal, so if you’ll keep the lie then you can tell us were you get your supplies.”

You shook your head. “I don’t have names, we meet mon-”

“Can we stop dancing around the subject?” Doyoung cut in. “Sweetheart, those drugs are messing with your head, have been for years. This isn’t who you’re supposed to be.” He came over and grabbed your chin so you’d look at him. “How much do you pay for those pills, hm? Not cheap, right? Whoever is selling them to you is making a very pretty penny off you, leeching off your addiction.”

“It’s not an addiction! It’s what lets me be like the rest of you! What lets me be normal!”

“Taeyong.” Sicheng spoke up. “How long do we have before we need to report this to the higher ups?”

“A couple of hours. I reported that we may have found a possible runaway omega before we left, if it turned out to be true we were to return with them by nightfall. Why?”

“Then we have a few hours to get a proper report. Omegas who run get caught the same way.”

“They burn through their suppressants because of some emotional shock.” Yuta continued. “An omegas scent is unfamiliar to the general public, but different nonetheless, so that abnormality is reported and thus we do our job.”

“You ran before you were eighteen, months before, is that when you started taking suppressants?” Taeyong asked and you merely nodded. “Interesting.”

“And since us finding you was a stroke of luck.” Mark added. “You’ve never actually been off your suppressants, have you?”

You didn’t answer, but everyone in the room knew that what had just been said was true. You were a virgin, in every sense of the word, and they all knew what that meant. Omegas had a natural inclination to listen to an alpha, more so than a beta, so to further assure compliance, the agents who worked closely with omegas were alphas, each and everyone of them. Which meant that each and every one of the nine men in your apartment was an alpha. Each one was an alpha, and you were just a docile omega whose time had just run out.

“Well between all of us I suppose it won’t take too long to get you to burn off your suppressant.” Jaehyun said matter of factly. “I promise the process will be quite enjoyable.”

“Wait-”

Jaehyun grabbed your shirt, moving to pull it off you. Before you could even try to stop him Johnny and Yuta grabbed your arms, holding them up, and helping Jaehyun get you out of your shirt. You ended up being left completely exposed in front of all of them. You wanted to cover yourself up, but your arms were pinned away from you, held down tightly. They were all looking at you and that made your face burn. You wanted to calm yourself down, you didn’t want this to end the way they did, but you had very little room to relax.

“Very adorable.” Jaehyun’s fingers glided over your skin, not yet touching but making you squirm. “A virgin omega is a rare sight indeed, especially at your age.”

“Easy Jaehyun.” Taeyong warned, closing the briefcase and leaning back on the couch. “This is her first everything.”

“Oh, I am well aware.”

“I don’t suppose there’s some alcohol to enjoy?” Haechan asked, sitting down. “It could add to the fun.”

“Strangely enough, I saw a bottle of wine in the cabinet.” Sicheng said. “I’ll get it.”

“Wine? Interesting choice don’t you think?”

“It was a gift…” You mumbled. “I was never gonna drink it… but I couldn’t throw it out…”

“How sweet.” Jaehyun held your head in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. “You were never going to have any better occasion to open it besides now.”

Sicheng came back with the wine and some glasses. You obviously weren’t gonna have any, but for the moment everyone’s guard was down. It was a bad idea to use the opportunity to slip out of their grasp and go for the pill bottle, hoping to get your hands on one or seven. Although you didn’t care that just one more pill would make you sick, you rather be sick than get fucked stupid.

Of course the attempt failed. All you did was manage to grab the bottle and open it, but your hands were quickly grabbed, pills falling everywhere, and you were soon pinned back down on the couch, Yuta’s hand firmly on your chest, keeping you still, an intimidating lust in his eyes. You squealed when Johnny pressed his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in.

“Omegas don’t really get scared, not like this.” He mumbled. “Such an interesting aroma.”

“That wasn’t smart.” Yuta scolded. “You’d only get sick taking another, we can’t have you getting sick now can we? A sick omega is not a pretty sight.”

“… sa… sorry…”

“Oh, good girl.” His hand trailed down, hovering over your pants. “You deserve a reward.”

“No! No! No!”

You started thrashing, Johnny’s cynical laughter filling your ears. Yuta unbuttoned your pants, Jaehyun helping you slip out of them despite your attempts to stop him. Now all you had on was your underwear. You shut your eyes, tears sliding down your face. The couch dipped next to you, someone wiping away the tears.

“Don’t cry.” Mark cooed. “It’s only scary cause you’re not used to it.”

“I don’t… this isn’t… I don’t want this…”

“That’s not true, in this state you don’t know what you want.”

He pinched one of your nipples, making you jump slightly. He chuckled, his hand moving to rub your thigh, doing so rather close to your center. You had grown tense again, you tried to close your legs but he held your leg in place, Yuta taking hold of the other. Jaehyun was the only other one close to you, the rest seated and drinking.

“I honestly don’t know where to start.” Mark admitted. “She’ll react to anything.”

“Please…”

“Oh you’ll be begging soon enough.”

Yuta was suddenly kissing around your collar bone. The sudden cold touch made you shiver, but your attention was then drawn to Jaehyun kissing your chest. Your breathing quickly became uneven as their lips explored you, Mark adding to the feeling by kissing and sucking around your neck, playfully nibbling on your ear. You tried to tug your limbs closer to you, wanting to curl up, but with every pull they held you down tighter.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop…”

“Already so sensitive.” Jungwoo laughed. “How cute.”

He put his glass down, slipping off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt like the others, not wanting to get too messy. He pushed Jaehyun aside, taking your breasts into his hands, squeezing gently. You inhaled sharply at the new touch, his fingers teasing your nipples until they were hard. Then he took it a step further by sucking on them, his tongue swirling around.

“Look at Jungwoo.” Taeyong chuckled. “I think he wants some milk.”

You were hardly paying attention to anything they were doing, all your energy going to focusing on yourself, trying not to let their touch overwhelm you, but Taeyong’s comment made your face burn all the more. You had forgotten that as an omega you were capable of producing milk, and the simple thought embarrassed you. When Jungwoo pulled away he kissed up your chest, stopping at your cheek, his eyes on your lips.

“Please…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t take your first kiss like this, not til you’re you, the real you.”

You suddenly felt fingers pressing against your underwear, gently rubbing you through the fabric. You bit your lip from the new sensation, trying much harder to close your legs, only to have another laugh echo in your head.

“You’re not that wet are you?” Yuta pointed out. “Trying to hold out? It really is a shame, your body certainly isn’t reacting like an omega.”

“But it’s getting there.” Johnny chuckled. “Your scent is changing beautifully y/n.”

You yelled when you felt teeth on your shoulder, Jaehyun at some point switching with Yuta and starting to leave bite marks. All these new feelings, you knew what it was doing, as hard as you tried to resist your body was reacting on its own. A small part of you was already enjoying itself, and it would only grow. You were well aware that the drugs were wearing off and you were relaxing into the couch. When a hand tugged down your underwear and touched you directly you bit your lip again, this time drawing blood.

“What a reaction.”

Haechan leaned in close and gently licked the blood that had been dripping down your chin, you realized it was his hand massaging your clit, having come over to play with you. He had a cunning look in his eyes, changing his pace and watching you closely. His fingers moving through your folds, and you knew you were getting wetter down there. You closed your eyes, trying to stay focused on yourself. Yet, once you felt a finger teasing your entrance you thrusted your hips. That reaction certainly made everyone happy.

“You want me to go in?” Haechan teased. “I’m quite certain if I do, whatever bit of fight you have left might just melt away.”

You whimpered. “No…”

“An omegas first is always a special thing.” Yuta mumbled into your skin.

“The pleasure might break something upstairs.” Johnny added, kissing your temple.

“I’m glad we can share this moment.” Mark smiled. “Always wanted to see an omega break.”

You didn’t get a chance to rebuttal before Haechan pushed a finger into you. You let out a moan as he did so, throwing your head back as such a new pleasurable feeling spread through you. All you could see was the smile plastered on Johnny and Yuta’s face, knowing very well everyone else had one too. Your own lips couldn’t help but slowly form a smile too as Haechan started moving his finger.

You weren’t looking at him but he was gladly watching you, your body slowly moving on its own to get more out of his touch. The others were certainly going to take advantage of your state, Mark gladly sucking on your nipples as Yuta decided to stimulate your little bundle of nerves. All these feelings kept building up, a heat growing in you. It made it hard to focus on yourself, your mind going back and forth from each touch.

When Haechan felt you were ready he added a second finger to his attack, a new mission in mind. By now your head laid back on the couch, eyes closed, mouth open, the only thing you were trying to do was keep your noises to a minimum. Johnny was watching fondly, your subtle reactions entertaining him to no end. Eventually Haechan’s mission became a success as he found that sweet spot within you.

You cried out, your hands grasping the closest boy, your hips moving at a much faster pace. That feeling of pleasure traveled throughout your entire body, definitely burning away whatever bit of resistance you had left. You didn’t hold back your moans, letting the pleasure engulf you. The others were very satisfied in seeing you starting to break.

“I want your first.”

You opened your eyes just as Sicheng pulled your head towards him and kissed you. You leaned into the kiss, wanting more, feeling his tongue pushing past your lips and exploring your mouth. He got rather feverish quick, pulling away only to kiss at your neck, making the marks you already had darker. They were all getting more excited as you were finally giving off the scent of an omega.

Since you were more agreeable they didn’t need to hold you down anymore, and you were open to proper kisses. Johnny was next on your lips, shoving Mark off the couch to get at you from a better angle, his hands touching whatever bit of skin he could. You welcomed his touch, meeting his eagerness, whining when he pulled away to breathe.

“Ah, baby, you taste so good.”

“Yeah…”

“Yeah.”

Haechan moved to taste your lips, the feeling encouraging him to move his fingers faster, wanting you to moan against him, for him. He was the second one to bite you, wanting to mark you in his own way, have some claim over you.

“Please… I wanna…”

“You wanna what?” Haechan whispered teasingly against your ear. “I thought you didn’t want this?”

You shook your head. “Please…”

“Please what? Beg baby girl.”

“I wanna cum… Haechan…”

Your hands were on his shoulder, trying to increase the friction on your own, but that wasn’t going to fly. You were pinned back down, this time your struggles were not for freedom, but a much more satisfying release. Haechan gladly complied, picking up his pace and adding a third finger, Jungwoo coming over to help with the pleasure from below.

“I want this one.”

Doyoung kissed you as you reached your high, shoving the others out of his way when he approached. Your moans of ecstasy were his to enjoy as you shook, something certainly short circuiting upstairs. Every bit of skin was sizzling and every touch was just a spark that kept the fire going. Haechan was pulled away from you, leaving you empty but only for a moment as Jaehyun was soon between your legs drinking up your juices and pushing his tongue into you.

You screamed out, far too sensitive to be able to handle more pleasure. When you could, you started moving your hips to get him in deeper, one of your hands running through his hair, the other holding Yuta close as your lips embraced. Everything was just becoming a blur of joy to you, one boy after the other touching you and making you feel good. As you cried out from your second high your eyes rolled into the back of your head, soaking up every bit of pleasure. Your vision slowly came back into focus and your eyes locked with Taeyong who was now before you.

Your mouth hung open as you looked at him, coming back down from your high. At least that was the idea but he had other plans. He smirked, two of his fingers easily sliding into you, gently moving in and out, catching you off guard. You whined, looking down for a moment before Taeyong lifted your head back up. By then your eyes were slightly glazed over, a stupid grin on your face.

“Are you tired?” You shook your head. “Good, I was slightly worried you wouldn’t have the stamina to keep up, but you’re an omega after all. I want you to do something for me baby.”

“Hmm…”

“I want you to look at me, only me, can you do that?” You nodded. “If you look away I’ll stop.”

“Don’t…”

Your eyes stayed on Taeyong, cautiously moving your hips, grabbing his free arm to help steady yourself. This was your third go around already but you eagerly chased the high like before. You shook gently, whining, but you did as you were told, your breathing growing short as he pushed you towards the edge, giving you the pleasure of a kiss as he got you where you wanted to go.

You laid back on the couch, trying to catch your breath, eyes still on him. You let out your usual whine when you were empty, but you were shut up when Taeyong pushed his dirty fingers into your mouth. He didn’t need to tell you to suck, you did so eagerly, eyes locked with his. The others had just watched the entire show, enjoying the after party.

“Do you like how you taste?” You nodded slowly. “Good girl.”

He gave you no warning when he pulled his fingers away, a loud pop filling the rather quiet room. He smiled at you, ruffling your hair and kissing your head.

“She’s all yours again boys.”

♥♥♥♥♥

“Y/n.”

You whined as you opened your eyes, quick to shut them from the light. You rolled over instead, mumbling something about wanting five more minutes. Someone laughed and you felt a hand on your head, slowly realizing you weren’t on the couch or bed, but laying in someone’s lap. You tried again to open your eyes, gently sitting up, every inch of you aching.

“Hello, remember me?”

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, focusing on whoever’s lap you had just been sleeping on. Once their face came into focus you smiled.

“Doyoung.”

“Very good.” He pet you. “How do you feel?”

“Sleepy…”

“That’s good.”

“Then I can…”

You tried to lay back down but he kept you up, having you sit properly on the couch. You still kept your eyes closed, leaning against someone. It took you a second to realize it wasn’t Doyoung who you were resting against. You opened one eye to take a peek, seeing Jaehyun smiling down at you. You leaned over and kissed him, then frowned.

“What?”

“You don’t taste like me…”

“No.” He laughed. “We cleaned up, don’t you remember?”

“Hm…”

As you thought back, you couldn’t make much sense of anything, you didn’t even understand what you just said. You remembered the boys coming into your apartment for something, but you weren’t sure what came next. Even if you didn’t clearly remember you smiled.

“Sorry…”

“An omegas first can be so intense they don’t remember the event properly for a few days, weeks even.” Taeyong said, typing away in his case. “It’s a defense mechanism, and the reason why an omega shouldn’t be stimulated so soon after their first. It can trigger the memories before the mind is capable of handling them, and thus slip the omega back into that state of euphoria which they might not be able to get out of. That scenario runs the risk of frying their entire memory, leaving them with nothing but their instincts.”

“So… is that why… you take omegas? That’s the protection?”

“What I just said has never been and never will be public information.”

“But-”

“A long time ago, a certain group of individuals… I guess you can say they discovered this, but instead of sharing it with everyone and preventing it, they kept it to themselves. Considering the possible outcome I’m sure you can figure out what they did to countless omegas back then. When our higher ups discovered what was going on, they created this division and disposed of that group. The reason we won’t go public is so-”

“Nothing like that happens again, cause if omegas were still in normal society and word got out about how to make them… there’s no guarantee omegas would be safe. So, by keeping omegas away, there’s no real chance of that discovery being made ever again. Your only real problem is the runaways…”

“No one blames you for running.” Sicheng said. “Is it a pain in the ass for us? Sure, but we get it, we can’t really tell you the real reason you need protection, so you have a right to be afraid and weary of the system.”

“Speaking of the system.” Johnny added. “We need to get y/n home.”

“Home?” Mark questioned. “We’re keeping her?”

“Given the fact that we all went at least a round with y/n, I’m actually surprised she’s awake and talking so soon, but our actions were rather careless, and she’ll cooperate with us now, I think we’re entitled to keep her.”

“Fair, but we still need to finish this report.” Jungwoo reminded.

“Of course.”

“Y/n?”

Once they had started talking about you your mind wandered off, having been drawn to the fact that your hair was damp, you were wearing an oversized dress shirt, and that Johnny was missing a dress shirt and wearing a tie perfectly around his bare neck. When you heard your name you looked at Taeyong and smiled.

“Yes. Hi.”

“Who’s your supplier?” Taeyong put down a pill bottle along with some documents. “And who forged your papers.”

“Um…”

“We’re not going to be mad.” Jaehyun assured, petting you. “It’s not your fault, you did nothing wrong.”

“Jaehyun.” Doyoung warned. “Easy.”

“I know.”

“There’s this bar in the slums.” You began. “It’s called Oasis, there’s a secret back area where you can get anything, suppressants, forged papers, and whatever else. That’s where I go for a refill, I’m a regular for this one guy.”

“So this guy, they deal with other omegas?” Yuta wondered.

“I think so…”

“Then this might be a much more satisfying report.”

“When do you meet with him?” Haechan asked.

“Whenever I need a refill, we don’t have a regular meet up time. I just go to the bar and he’s usually there.”

“Will you help us catch him?”

“I… I don’t understand how…”

“We will send you in with someone.” Sicheng said. “You make contact and we make the arrest, and take down whoever else is there.”

“She just had her first.” Doyoung scolded. “She needs to be contained, not sent out in the field.”

“Contained?”

“An omega shouldn’t be wandering around, especially not in your current state.”

“We can do an undercover operation later.” Taeyong said. “For now we need to make our report and go home. Johnny, if you would.”

You weren’t sure what Taeyong was talking about but Jaehyun suddenly pulled you close. You thought it was sweet at first, snuggling against him, then you noticed Johnny with a syringe. You whimpered but didn’t do anything when he tilted your head to the side and stuck a needle in your neck. Jaehyun held your hand tight, kissing your head when it was over. You slowly drifted off, knowing your old life was over.

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The Girl Who Cried Wolf [Alpha!Cal AU] Part 1

The Girl Who Cried Wolf | Royal Blood | No Love Go | Gimme

Summary: Two wolves can play this game

Warnings: this is smut, kids, nothing gross, but full ass smut, including masturbation, oral giving and receiving and good ol’ dick game, so 18+ oh, yeah, and lack of proofreading ofc

A/N: I have no idea how this came to life. We were just pissing each other off with @bringmethehorizonandpizza one night and whooops, almost 11k of god knows what popped into life. And as a matter of fact, I really love the way it turned. I guess, special thanks and credits go to @flannelpunkcalum for planting an idea of alpha!Cal into my mind. Didn’t know I needed it, Betty, thank you very much lol. Also big heart eyes to @calumspeachy for the moodboard inspiration. Note please, it was supposed to be a one shot, but idek, i may or may not have some ideas, so you can request for the second part ig. Feedback is extremely appreciated. Enjoy!

***

You took a deep breath and smiled. The air was cooling down after a hot day, mild wind playing in your dark unruly hair. The atmosphere around was buzzing with anticipation and music. So many people, so many voices and smells. That’s why you loved to be around humans so much. It was so easy to get lost among them, so easy to forget who you really were. You felt your muscles relaxing more and more with every moment spent there. That was the reason you’ve never missed a party, especially on such nights.

You were standing at a spacious backyard of some house. You had no idea, who was the owner of that house or what was the whole party about. A colleague of yours mentioned they were going to a party earlier that day and you agreed on going way too easily. Though, you had your reasons. This night a party was more of a necessity than a pleasure. You had to be here, surrounded by humans. You had to get drunk and lost.

Your smile weakened as you looked up on the moon. It was round, yellow and bigger than back home. You felt shivers creep up your spine and took a sip of your whiskey in a rather rushed manner. The clicking of the ice in the glass almost as loud for your hearing as the voices of people around.

“So, where did you say you’re from?”

You looked at the guy asking you a question, your slightly dizzy brain couldn't remember his name. Nate? Nick?

“I’m from the north of the country,” you smiled, hoping there were enough details in your answer for him.

“So, came here to warm up a little?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” you smiled again and slipped with your eyes to his lips. Just for a moment, but long enough for him to notice. You saw his light-blue irises getting darker, could hear his blood rushing in his veins. He was broad shouldered, pretty tall, with messy fair hair. Cute enough to keep you busy for the night. And even though you were pretty sure sleeping with coworkers wasn’t the best of your ideas, you needed a destruction tonight. You father always blamed you for unnecessary impetuosity. But the memory of him only made you sure you were going to have this guy’s head between your thighs soon enough. You just needed to remember his name.

“Why did you decide to move here?” the girl on the right asked. Her name you remembered perfectly well. Julia worked in the same department and, as you understood from scattered phrases dropped here and there by some people, had been hoping to get your current position. You knew she was a little nasty piece of shit, her look was enough to make your hair move. These were the moments you regretted human society wasn’t actually a pack. You couldn’t turn and show the bitch her place in a decent fight like a true daughter of an alpha. Instead, you had to smile and maintain the image of normal relationship. You liked your new position and this town, you were definitely about to stay. You weren’t jeopardizing all of it because of an envious cunt.

“I mean, we don’t really have people transfer from other branches. Especially people from big cities in the north,” Julia explained after not getting an immediate answer and giggled in such a fake way, you needed all your self-control not to roll your eyes on her.

“Yeah, I just wanted to change everything at once,” you answered with the same smile. You were almost enjoying how jealous she was. Reminded you of a feeling of superiority you used to have.

“That’s cool how some people just stand up and change their life like that,” your blue-eyed cutie snapped his fingers. “Whatever they want, they just go for it.”

“It’s not that difficult,” you mused, looking back at him, your tone getting lower. “Doing what you want is much easier than doing what you have to, actually,” you continued, leaving the emphasis on want. His pulse speed up once again and you couldn’t resist the temptation, saying, “I can show you some time if you want.”

“I definitely want,” he said and unintentionally licked his lips. You could feel how hooked he was already. You did a good job here.

“Hey, Nick! Would you introduce your friend to this gorgeous lady?” Some guy leaned on your pretty boy from the back and without wasting any time started to undress you with his eyes. You swallowed you roar and smiled at him, your eyes narrowed.

“The gorgeous lady would easily introduce herself without any help,” you assured that creep. “If she’d wanted to,” you added, hearing blood in his veins freeze from both your tone and the look in your eyes. You could smell his fear and confusion and almost felt right again. That was the feeling you used to plant in your father’s betas, and you couldn’t help but enjoy it now.

“You’re at my party, honey,” he found enough courage to tell you, “why don’t you try to be polite?”

You smirked and felt your eyes spark with animalistic fury. The guy let go of Nick’s shoulders and involuntary took a step back.

“The party is sick,” you mused in half-whisper, pretty sure he could still hear you.

He dropped some asscrack excuse to the people around and headed back to the house. Your smile grew wider as you understood that Nick didn’t even register his friend’s disappearing, too busy with admiring your hips. You found no guilt of his in that, such hips deserved all the admiring in the world.

You leaned closer and opened your mouth to whisper something promising to him, when a sudden rush of blood in your ears made you exhale. You knew the feeling, could sense the intense look right between your shoulder blades. You took a sip of your drink to mask your confusion and dropped a subtle look behind. You couldn’t really say if you saw him with your eyes or just felt standing there with your whole body. You didn’t even care, all your senses going mad at once and all the instincts screaming to run. The only problem was to understand should you have run away or to him.

He was tall, easily towering over people around. Dark hair and broad shoulders. Boredom and irritation sharing his beautiful face. His hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket. His yellowish eyes on you.

You felt shivers creep up your spine again, as you drew your attention back to Nick. He leaned to you and whispered some half-drunk nonsense into your ear. You smiled, still feeling the burning of that other man’s look on your back.

Or should you have said, that wolve’s look. You could smell him now and with how thick and intense his scent was, you were startled you didn’t smell him earlier. You took another sip of your drink and tried to inhale Nick’s scent deeper to shake that wolf out of your head, but it didn’t work. You didn’t need to look back to see if he was still there, you kept feeling him. And that feeling was too scary for your liking. He was the first wolf you’ve met since you moved here. And even though you did hope for this town to be a wolf-free territory, you were mentally prepared to be proven wrong. But he was also the first wolf you’ve seen in months. And you were surprised to find how easily distracted you’ve got, how little it took to sneak up on you. And you used to be the best hunter in your pack, no one could take you by surprise.

But the worst news was he wasn’t just a wolf, but an alpha. You slightly changed your pose, your legs brought closer together, and felt the wetness between your thighs. Damn omega nature! You could say he was an alpha from the first glance at him. The look in his eyes, his mere posture, everything in him was screaming of power and status. You knew that image. You used to wear it yourself. But the way your body reacted on him left no doubts. He was a damn alpha. And his eyes were still at you.

Now, being more conscious, you felt the second wolf from afar. The guy came out of the house and headed straight to the alpha, two glasses in his hands. He passed you by without even looking at you. That gave you hope that after all these months of staying among people and not shifting into a wolf, you could actually pass off as a human. But the way that alpha looked at you left too many doubts.

Nick bent closer and you felt his lips on your neck. The kiss was soft, like he was asking for permission. But the second one, after you didn’t push him back, held more passion in it. You leaned into his soft body and let his right arm snake around your waist. You were here tonight with one aim only, and you did your best focusing on human’s lips on your neck and the rush of the blood in your ears, so you couldn’t hear anything else.

***

“What kept you so interested?” Ashton asked as he handed one of the glasses to Calum.

Cal took the glass and drank half of his gin in one go, his throat burning of that little omega’s scent. He looked at his friend and turned to the girl again, nodding in her direction. Ashton followed his look.

“Quite hot,” he stated a moment later, looking around the crowd for someone more of his type.

Calum slowly turned his head and stared at Ashton. “What do you mean, quite hot?” he asked with a low groan.

Ashton looked at the said girl, leaning into some dude, kissing her neck passionately. Ash scoffed, finding the scene rather disgusting. “I mean, it’s hard to say about her face, but she’s got a nice butt for a human. Not really your type, if we consider you having a type,” he giggled at this phrase. “Can be not easy to get her from that guy, he looks pretty serious sucking on her neck. But I believe in you, buddy.”

Calum shook his head in disbelief. “Are you pranking me or what?” But seeing Ashton looking back with a total loss written on his face, he added, “Can’t you smell?”

Ashton frowned and looked at the girl again, his nostrils widen a little as he tried to capture any scent his friend could find interesting enough. He huffed and looked back at Calum. “What exactly should I smell? Besides of that dude being horny as fuck?”

“She’s a wolf, Ash,” Calum stated after taking another drink out of his glass. “An omega one.”

“The hell she is!” mumbled Ashton, looking at her again. “Are you sure?” “Of fucking course, I’m sure,” Calum huffed. “Can’t get her smell off my mind.”

Ashton frown grew deeper. “But, Cal, I can’t smell anything. That’s...strange.”

Calum nodded, his eyes not leaving girls back, following every her movement, even the most subtle one.

“So, her smell is what makes you so interested?” Ashton asked a minute later with a smirk back on his face.

Calum shook his head again. “Not really,” he answered and huffed at how obvious his lie was. “Don’t you think it’s suspicious? A new wolf in this town,” he shrugged. “She’s not from my pack or yours. So what is she doing here?”

“Maybe she’s from one of those southern packs?” Ash suggested matter of factly.

“At a human party? In our town?” Calum quirked an eyebrow. “Highly doubtful. Guess, I’ll need to send my guys tomorrow to check who she is.”

Ashton snorted and looked at his friend with a smile. “Well, this here finally sounds like you,” he stated.

“The fuck…?” Calum looked back at him.

“And here was I standing in utter disbelief thinking that you’ve finally decided to give a chance to some pretty omega. Fortunately, the world’s order has been restored.”

“Fuck off, Ash,” mumbled Calum, finishing his drink. “I told you so many times, I’m not fucking interested. And I don’t really see you mating around,” he added in an undertone, looking suspiciously at a group of girls walking past them.

“Oh, I’ll mate the moment I find my omega. I’m just looking for her. But you aren’t even trying!”

Calum sighed to that, looking at the melting ice in his glass.

“Do we really need to have this conversation in the middle of a party?”

“Can’t see any reason why not,” Ashton shrugged. “You’ve got so many omegas at your pack ready to mate with you if only you wish. What’s the problem, Cal? Alpha needs a mate. Alpha needs an offspring. Your pack should see you care about their future.”

“First, no one can say I don’t care about my pack,” stated Calum with anger written on his face.

“ That’s not what I…”

But Calum didn’t give him a chance to finish, “Second, I just don’t like it, okay?”

“Don’t like what?” Ashton frowned, trying to understand what his friend was talking about.

Calum sighed again. “I don’t like how omegas are… obedient and always ready for my attention just because I’m an alpha,” he confessed.

Ashton tried really hard to suppress his laugh. “Aw, Cal, do you want them to love you for who you really are? How sweet!” he cooed at his friend.

“Fuck you, Ash! Seriously.”

“Come on, dude!” Ashton sighed and said, much more seriously this time. “This is how our world works. You can’t blame them for following their instincts. Especially when you’re so unsuccessful with suppressing yours.”

Calum just shook his head looking from his friend to where that unknown she-wolf was standing. She wasn’t there anymore and that somehow irritated him. Or was he angry because of Ashton not being able to drop that mating topic. He could tell so much to his friend, could spend the whole night explaining. Instead he decided to stand there, inhaling deeper that girl’s tailing away scent. It was a shame she left, thought Calum, walking inside the house to get another drink. And it was a shame she was just an omega.

***

You were spread on the cold sheets, darkness around filled with wonderful noises of two bodies caught up in lust. You were deliciously naked, one arm outstretched and holding on the sheet, another massaging your breast.

The way to Nick’s place was short and filled with heated kisses and half-swallowed moans. You felt the driver’s irritation, but with Nick’s big hand gripping on your hips and ass under your oh so short dress, you couldn’t care less. You didn’t remember how exactly you made it from the taxi to the elevator, though you remembered perfectly well ripping his shirt apart inside of it and sucking on his toned chest while his hand found its way to you panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he hissed above you, your lips moving up his throat. You knew Nick wasn’t the reason of you dripping, but you wisely kept this information to yourself. After all it was Nick’s finger stroking along your wet folds right now. The clinking of the elevator made him stop and pull you into the hall. He managed to open his apartment’s door without detaching from your lips. And as you both got inside you wasted no time and pulled off your dress, Nick only whistled to your eagerness. But his reaction was muffled with his own moan as you grabbed on his hard member and gently pulled him closer, kissing him once again.

Nick’s hands found they way on your ass and you hissed into his mouth at his squeezing. You started unbuckling his belt, your hands shaking slightly with need.

The moment your back hit the wall he lifted you up, you had to let go of his pants and grab his shoulders not to lose balance. You lifted your legs and crossed them around his waist, his hands never leaving your hips and ass.

“Shit, baby, you’re so damn hot,” Nick whispered and bent a little to kiss your neck. You moved your hips forward, pressed them into his lower abdomen as hard as you could in search for some friction, your motion making him hiss. You knew you were boosting his ego a little too much, but the heat you felt inside didn’t let you any other choice. You needed to feel him there and you didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Can’t wait, can you?” he was whispering between sucking kisses on your collar bones, you could feel his lips stretching in a smirk. “Wanna have my cock inside your little pussy? Want me to fuck you right against the wall?”

Your whole body shivered at his words, the prospect tempting for sure. He could feel your trembling too and thrusted his still clothed member into your pussy. You whined and managed to say, breathing heavily between words, “I want you tongue first.” Nick stopped assaulting your neck and looked you in the eyes, trying to get what you were talking about. “I want you to suck on my pussy and fuck me with your fingers first,” you leaned closer and whispered almost touching his lips with yours and looking him right in the eyes. “I wanna cum on your face and then I wanna be fucked by your dick.”

“You’ve a dirty mouth,” Nick whispered back with an amused expression on his face, “is it as good at work as it is at talking?” “Please me and we’ll see,” you stated and pressed your lips to his again.

Nick pushed you both from the wall and moved to where you supposed his bedroom was. Couple moments later you were proved right as he dropped you on the bed. You liked the roughness of this move, the sudden fall stole the last air from your lungs, cold sheets a pleasant sensation against your heated body. Nick bent over you, pulling your panties down in one rushed move. You arched your back and your bra followed, leaving your body to his admiring.

“Damn, girl,” he whispered, kneeling between your spread legs and kissing on your belly. His hands back again on your hips, piercing you down to the bed. You inhaled at the felling of his hot breath on your skin, ran your hand through his soft hair and pushed down your body where you needed it the most. He chuckled softly at how persistent you were and gave in. The first lick against your dripping pussy left you moaning low. He spread your legs more, one of his hands helping him to open you up. Nick wasn’t the best you’ve had, but he was definitely pretty good. He pressed his tongue to your entrance, teasing a little, and then focused on sucking your clit, your legs were trembling uncontrollably. He smiled at the reaction, your clit carefully squeezed between his teeth. You swallowed a roar, whining through sealed lips, and pulled on his hair, loving the pain mixed with pleasure. He kept sucking on the little bundle of nerves, his fingers back on your pussy, stroking between your lips. You bucked your hips up, pressing your core to his face in a silent begging. Nick chuckled again. “You taste too sweet for such a dirty girl,” he said and licked his lips looking at you panting and dying to feel his fingers again. You groaned at his teasing. “Nick, please,” you moaned, dropping your head back on the pillows. This time he listened, his lips back on your clit. You felt one finger slide into you, the sensation so long anticipated, yet still not enough with how wet you were by now. You needed more and he was so slow in giving it to you. “Ah, more, please, need more,” you whined, pulling on his hair again. He didn’t need to be told twice, as he added another finger.

And then it happened. You closed your eyes, panting feverishly, sinking in the wonderful feeling, and that moment you saw him in your mind. Much broader shoulders pressing your thighs apart, plump lips on your core. You could swear you felt his dark bristlier curls between your fingers. You’ve never had it, never thought about another man being in a bed with one. But now you would happily give everything you’ve had to open your eyes and see that alpha from a party between you legs. You felt your walls clenching around two fingers at a mere idea. Your free hand clenched on your breast, imagination helping you to fantasize of a bigger hand massaging your tits.

“You feeling good, baby?” Nick’s raspy voice brought you back to reality, he felt your pussy trembling.

“Yeah, just don’t stop,” you panted, eyes still closed. “Give me more. I’m close.”

He added the third finger, his frictions getting faster and harder, just as you wanted. You pulled gently at his hair, motioning him to get back to sucking on your pussy. You opened your eyes, your lips wide apart in a silent scream at the sensation. His eyes fixed on your face, satisfaction and lust in them. You blinked and your mind showed you a picture of much brighter eyes, glowing yellow in the dark. And that was enough to send you over the edge. You cried out his name, falling back on the pillows, feeling Nick sucking on you through your orgasm. You closed your eyes shut knowing full well they were glowing they real bright blue color.

The bliss was great, yet too fast gone. And you couldn’t help the thought of much darker tone body in front of you, when Nick, god knows when managed to lose his pants, started lining his dick up to your entrance.

***

To say you’ve had the worst beginning of the week would be definitely an overreacting. You’ve seen worse weeks. Much worse. Yet this one proved to be a hard one and that was enough for you.

You’ve been working a lot, often staying late. Being a new person in the department required to learn a lot of new stuff, even though you weren’t new to the company. Being second to the head of the department at the same time required that learning to be done in a record time. And with the ongoing work it was safe to say your ass was on fire in the most unpleasant meaning.

Nick was also giving you problems with not getting any of your hints. The sex was good and you were really thankful for the night. Though after you left his apartment before the dawn, not sparing his resting body another glance, and ditched all his texts and calls the next two days, you thought he’d get the idea. But on Monday he brought you coffee and asked where you’d disappeared for the whole weekend. He obviously got offended with your lack of response and shoving him off saying you’ve had too much work to waste time on meaningless chatting. That didn’t stop him from sitting with you and couple other people at lunch and giving you puppy eyes. You tried to ignore him, hoping maybe that would give him a clue. As cute as he was, he was just a human. And even though you abandoned pack life long ago, you could never date a human, that much you knew.

And on top of it all you felt like you were going mad. You kept seeing him every time you closed your eyes. Not Nick, of course. The alpha. His yellow eyes were looking at you like from inside your soul. You couldn’t shake his scent out of your system either, always feeling him whenever you left the office or was just walking downtown in search for a good take away. You knew it was only your imagination, you couldn’t really smell him. You haven’t seen him since that party and it was almost impossible to cross paths with him again. The town was smaller than what you were used to, but it wasn’t that small after all. Your instincts were just playing with you, as they were toying with your senses every night, making it hard to go to sleep with all the right reactions to a man who wasn’t even with you at the moment. But every night you were hot and bothered and needy, knowing well no human would be able to satisfy that thirst. Damn omega hormones! This was one of the reasons you left your pack. It wasn’t the main one, god knows your father made it almost impossible for you to stay. But it still was the reason. You hated how your body reacted to every alpha who wasn’t your father or brother. And you hated how it was always happening against your will. Although you had to admit that level of reaction you had never experienced before.

So with the enormous amount of work, pouty coworker you probably shouldn’t have slept with after all and the lack of sleep thanks to your horny omega body, it was no surprise you were ready to kill on Wednesday night. You left your company building at almost midnight after rewriting the same report twice because of the other department workers stupid mistake. The road you left your car at was empty due to the late hour, though working street lamps and tree leaves soughing of a light wind made you feel more than just safe. Until that moment.

You dropped your keys on the ground. Of course you’d do something like that, you thought, rolling your eyes and bending down to pick them up. The wind grew stronger, and the very first blow of it brought the scent. You could have thought it was your imagination again, but it was so much stronger that before, so there could be no mistake. He was near. You almost jumped up, keys in your hand, and looked on your left, where the wind came from.

He was standing there, right in the middle of the road. Broad shoulders, head tilted a little back, true alpha posture. He was wearing simple black jeans and a black tee. His left arm covered in tattoos, tugged in a jeans pocket, and his right was holding a cigarette. He was just standing there looking at you with his bright yellow eyes, not bothering with hiding his true nature. You scanned the street with your wolf senses to make sure no people were there to see him. And immediately you felt the urge to hit your own head with something heavy. That damn alpha was standing there like a damn king of his damn kingdom and you were scanning the street in case nobody sees him? Not even starting with how he had to track you down like a dear on a hunt. A low roar bursted out of you. He narrowed his eyes and took another drag of his cigarette, the moving of his hand the only reaction. He wasn’t trying to come closer or say anything. Just looked at you. Like a true hunter watching his prey. You felt your whole body shiver with anger and fear. No wolf had the right to behave like that to you. He could have been a damn alpha, but you weren’t just some omega to fall to his feet at the mere look of his.

You pressed an alarm button, the car signal sounded like thunder in the silence of a moment, walked around the car and got in. You wasted no time with starting the car and driving away in the opposite direction. You could see him standing on the same spot and looking at you car, could decipit his smirk in a rare view mirror, as he was finishing his cigarette. You turned right and soon drove up a bigger street, rushing past each traffic light to get home.

You were not just angry, you were pissed. What right did he have to behave like this? If he thought you were violating his territory borders, he could have just let you know. Any beta of his could have done it, no need to spare precious alpha time. But what if he wasn’t a local pack’s alpha? A strange thought popped up in your mind. Could he be one of your father’s pure bloods? Could he be sent to find you?

You parked next to your apartment building and looked around before getting out of car. The street was empty, no people or wolves. You covered the distance between your car and the entrance much faster than your dignity would require. You could truly exhale only as you closed your apartment door behind your back. You locked the door, thinking how silly it was. If that alpha would really want to get past this door, no locks would be able to hold him.

But could he really be sent to find you? You crossed the living room and looked out of the window at the sleeping town. No, he couldn’t, you understood. You knew all your father’s wolves, you’d never forget the face like that. And he couldn’t be just a pure blood, he was a pack’s alpha. You knew one when you saw him. And if dragging you all the way back north was his agenda, why would he wait? No, the meeting at the party was accidental and there was no hidden meaning to that.

And yet, why was he waiting for you on the street? Why just stood there and looked?

You took off your shoes and jacket and fell into an armchair. You didn’t bother to turn on the lights when you entered the apartment, feeling more than just comfortable in the darkness. And the moon behind your window was still bright enough. The image of him boldly standing in the middle of a road wasn’t leaving your mind. You were so tired and so confused, emotions overloading you with a strange mixture of anger, anxiety and something else you weren’t ready to name.

You felt your whole body shudder. Adrenaline was leaving your system, but your breathing wasn’t calming down. You felt sweat cover your neck like the temperature rose. But the temperature was the same, you were pretty sure of it. You felt familiar pulling in your lower abdomen and choke on your breath. You couldn’t fucking believe it. The fucker was almost following you and it turned you the fuck on?! You groaned loudly and put your hands on your face. But as you closed your eyes, you saw him again, standing on that street and looking at you so intently. You couldn’t help your moan. You could lie to anyone, but never yourself. You were furious with him and yourself right now. But you wanted him, and that was the simple truth.

You pressed your legs together and felt wetness between them. You huffed and slipped out of your jeans, tagging on your panties too. Your shirt followed suit leaving you just in a camisole. You huffed again and moved your right hand down your stomach. It was crazy how sensitive you already were. You slid your middle finger gently between your folds, your left hand already under your camisole working on your tensed nipple. You closed your eyes and let your imagination do all the work for you.

You moved your fingers to your clit, wondering how good at this he might be. Those plump lips looked so promising, must be a sweet torture to be kissed by him. And imagining this lips kissing on your pussy was exactly what made your clit throb. You moaned, almost feeling his stubble brush against your thighs, and pushed one finger down your dripping hole. You were moving it carefully in and out, not to scratch on the walls with your nails. He wouldn’t have this problem, you thought. The image of him, taking a drag of his cigarette popped up in your memory once again. His fingers were so long and thick, like they were made for working a girl up.

You moaned again as you added one more finger, giving yourself a minute to adjust, your left hand restless on your tits. You started to move your fingers, getting a steady rhythm, picturing that alpha again the way he stood in front of you less than an hour ago. His left arm was covered in tattoos and so deliciously well-built, must be so good to have this arm work on your pussy. But to have his torso underneath you, that would be an experience. With this pictured in your mind, you moved and stood on your knees, your chest against the backrest. You lowered yourself back on two fingers and whined a little at the scratchy feeling. Your left hand was clenching on the armchair fabric, your forehead reated on the backrest. You started to move your hips up and down, imagining how you could ride him. Would he, the big bad alpha, let you ride him? Would he submit to an omega? Just picturing this drove you almost mad. The room was full of your quiet whines and moans and whispered curse words. You kept moving your hips up and down on your fingers, imagining his broad shoulders beneath you, his big hands on your breasts, his eyes on your face. Your breath got sporadic, you were so close, yet couldn’t reach the high.

You moved on your back again and put both legs on the armrests. Your right hand got back where it was a moment ago, while you lowered the left to your clit. You gasped at the feeling. You tried to work both hands in the same rhythm, but you were too far gone for that. The fingers inside your pussy were going as fast as you only could, the left hand drawing circles over your clit. Your legs were trembling and you kept gasping for air, as you were getting higher and higher. The picture of him smirking in your rear view mirror was the last thing you saw before crying out. You could swear the darkness was full of stars as yellow as his eyes. You fucked yourself all the way through your high and when you finally got back to earth you stroke your folds gently several more times.

You swore you’d never came so intense from your own fingers before. But one question was still bothering you. How would it be to actually fuck him?

***

Friday night in a bar could have been a great idea to have fun and make friends with some of your colleagues. Could have been, if you hadn’t been so distracted.

You haven’t seen that big bad alpha since that night. And you couldn’t stop calling him big bad alpha in your mind, which annoyed you to bits. But obviously your subconscious declared a war on you, and there was nothing you could do about that. You haven’t seen him, but you started bumping into wolves everywhere you went. Grocery shop, laundry, cinema parking lot. You’ve even seen one in your company, he was from some other department, you guessed. Most of them were betas, but at least seven were pure bloods. And that information left you uneasy. How big was the pack and how powerful was its leader to have more than three pure bloods under his command?

You frowned into your gin. You couldn’t help but question your moving here. It might be rather dangerous to live near the pack you weren’t a part of. Especially when you weren’t sure about their position on tolerating a lonely wolf around. You could have just transferred back. Of course, your hr would very much dislike it and it would probably look not very nice in your personal record, preventing you from moving up in your career for some time. But choosing between career and possibly your life? Your answer to that question was a little too fast.

You smiled to some nonsensical story about a new client Julia was telling. Didn’t even know what it was about, just everybody around laughed, so you followed their example, too deep in your thoughts to register your own actions.

Leaving was an obvious answer, you thought. But was it so necessary? You tried to remember all the encounters with wolves from the passed week. And what really surprised you, they never spared you another glance. You felt like some of them didn’t notice that you were a wolf at all. Not the purebloods, of course. They smelled you perfectly well and followed you with their eyes, but never said a word and never tried to act in any odd or dangerous way. Weren’t you a little overreacting? Maybe you should have just sat on your ass and let them get used to you? Maybe you’d never need to interact with them as they understood you weren’t dangerous to their pack or interested in becoming it’s part?

You huffed, looking at the melting ice in your empty glass. You glanced around in search for a bar counter and excused yourself. You felt him following you and your frown grew bigger. You didn’t need this talk at all, but especially right now. You had enough time to ask a bartender for a second round when he finally came up to you.

“You seem a little off tonight,” he said, stroking your forearm gently.

You moved a little to look at him while talking and also to get your arm out of his reach. “The week was difficult, Nick.”

“Yeah, i guess,” he muttered as the bartender put a glass in front of you. Nick made a move to reach for his wallet, but you already paid. You saw his frown while taking a drink and suddenly felt irritated. Who did he think he was?

“Listen, I actually wanted to talk to you,” he started and you had to suppress your groan. “I don’t know what I did wrong, I actually thought that night was great. And I’m sorry if I did something out of line, but I just…” he stumbled, and it was a perfect opportunity to stop him here and now. Yet you decided to let them speak. It was always easier that way. If they say it all at the beginning, they’ll argue less with what you could answer with. “I just really like you,” Nick found his courage to continue, “and I’d like to take you on a date. What do you say?”

You sighed, looking him right in the eye.

“I’d say, thank you, but no. I’m sorry, Nick. There’s nothing you’ve done wrong, the night was great. But it was just one night. I thought we were on the same page about this.” You saw his face sink, but didn’t feel anything. He was cute for a human. But dating him? There was no second thinking to that. “I’m not looking for anything serious right now.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Nick nodded, avoiding looking you in the eye. “Sorry to bother,” he dropped and, still not looking at you, went back to where your colleagues were seated.

You shook your head. Going back there seemed like the worst idea now. Maybe you should just stick to the bar counter for some time?

“Not looking for anything serious, huh?”

You felt your blood froze and your knees go weak at the sound of that voice. It was so low yet so powerful, and somehow you felt like you knew it. You could swear you’d never heard it before, but you knew it. His smell enveloped you, making you question how you didn’t feel him earlier. You took another sip of your gin, more to give yourself a second to calm down than because you really wanted it, and turned around.

“Well, I’d say it’s wise if we talk about humans,” he continued, looking in Nick’s direction.

He leaned on the bar counter, the same black jeans and leather jacket, some band tee underneath. A subtle smell of cigarettes, short stubble. You made yourself breath in a steady rhythm and met his eyes, dark brown now, without a trace of yellow glow. He was just looking at you, confidently and with a ghost of a smirk on his plump lips. You were looking back, giving nothing away. He was obviously waiting for some reaction and he was getting none.

He chuckled, “Too much sass for a little omega.”

You couldn’t hold back your scoff. “I am not your omega,” you stated looking him right in the eye, “so it’s not very polite of you to point out my nature.”

He shrugged to that and took a sip of his drink, his eyes not leaving your face.

“So what now,” you asked getting a little bored, “you’re gonna ask me dull questions like what’s my name or where I’m from?”

He chuckled again. “I’ve got enough betas for that. Know everything about you.”

“Everything?” you narrowed your eyes at this bold statement. And he accused you of having too much sass!

“Including how many times you screwed that human,” he nodded.

“Should I be flattered?” you mused, feeling the anger rise inside once again at how arrogant he was in getting into your business. He slightly frowned at your question, not fully understanding where it came from. “Well, a big bad alpha’s interested in who I screw,” you explained with a sigh.

He smirked again and again said nothing. Which pissed you off even more. You weren’t looking for this meeting, he came up to you. He could just say what he wanted and you’d be done with it.

“If your betas have done all the dirty work, why are you here now?” you asked, ready to finish this conversation and flattering yourself with an idea that you’d be able to do it.

He scoffed and looked again at where you colleagues were. You knew Nick probably watched the two of you. You had also no idea why it bothered the alpha.

“Come on,” he said turning back to you and moving closer. Not much, half a step, but enough for you to notice. “You know who I am. I know who you are. And we both know you aren’t looking for anything serious,” he mused, his voice somehow lower and deeper. “How about not wasting time on pointless conversations?”

You almost choked on your breath. All this following you and sending betas to track you down just to fuck you? You wanted to push him away, to tell him to go fuck himself. You wanted just to turn over and leave. Instead you kept standing where he wanted you, pinned down by the power in his eyes. You were so angry at yourself, and only more so, as you felt the knot tie inside your belly. You knew the feeling, you wanted him more than you ever wanted anything in your life.

“And what gives you an impression that I’ll agree?” you asked, still not ready to give in.

“Because I know something else, what no beta could tell me,” he said smiling at you hungrily and bending down to your ear. “That every time you’ve been cuming around your fingers this week, you were thinking about me.”

And you couldn’t hold it anymore. You gasped at how bold, yet how true his words were. You inhaled his scent, his flesh so close to you, you could feel the heat coming of him. Your mind got dizzy with his smell and your legs started to tremble. You lost your concentration for a moment, but that was enough for him, as he bent a little lower and kissed you.

You weren’t sure if you’d ever been kissed like this. He didn’t hesitate at your lips opening them and filling your mouth with his tongue. His hand grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. Your arms flew to his biceps, merely to prevent you from falling. He was sucking and biting on you lower lip and then pushing your tongue with his again. You felt your lungs burn, asking for air, but kept your lips on his like your life dependent on it. Because at this moment you were absolutely sure, your life did depend on him.

He stopped kissing you as unexpectedly as started, just letting go of you and smirking at your startled expression. He offered you his hand and looked at you with a question in his much brighter now eyes. You hated yourself for what you were doing. But you couldn’t help it. You took his hand and let him pull you out of that bar.

The air outside was chilly enough for your heated skin. Alpha pulled you down the road to the black Range Rover parked further. You thought he was about to open the car door for you, instead he pressed you to the car and attached his lips to yours once again. This kiss was slower and much more sensual, but his hands on your waist as firm as before. You felt his knee push between your thighs and moved them apart, feeling your skirt roll higher. He pushed his body more into your frame and you sank down a little to feel his thigh under your core. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling, grinding in pursuit of friction. You felt his smile with your lips.

“What is it, omega? Wanna ride my thigh?” he mocked you.

You opened your eyes and looked boldly at him. “Wanna ride your face.”

He only laughed to that, then opened the passenger’s door and shoved you inside. You watched him close your door and walk round the car to his side. You had no idea why you did that, a strange impulse making you act so shamelessly. You arched your back and pushed down you panties, crumpled them and pushed down his glove box. You had a mere second to close it as his door opened and he got inside the car, watching with a smirk as you were wiggling on the cold leather seat.

“Eager much?” he asked.

But you just smiled with your wicked smile as you lifted your body and kissed him with all the lust you had inside. You felt his amusement, his fleeting hesitation. A strange idea emerged in your mind. Was he enjoying your resistance and sass?

“Wanna have that thigh riding session in a backseat?” he asked.

You shook your head and licked your lips. “I’m not fucking you in your car.” With that you took his hand with a car key in it and motioned to the keyhole. You pushed his hand to insert the key and turned it to start the car. The whole movement somehow turning you both on more than it should have. “Drive,” you whispered into his lips before leaning back in your seat.

He didn’t answer. Just rushed his car out of the parking lot and down the street. His eyes were on the road, but all his senses were set on you. It felt like he was touching you without actually touching you. You felt your breath break and at the first traffic light he stopped you grabbed his neck and moved him closer, kissing him deep. His lips were exactly what you imagined them to be, soft, but still rough and greedy. You heard car horns behind, signaling you that it was green again, and laughed shamelessly as he cursed, setting the car in motion again.

But you weren’t in a mood to stop. You moved up on your knees and pressed your lips to his toned neck, your right hand sliding down on his prominent crotch. You started sucking on his skin and palming his dick through his jeans in the same rhythms. He hissed, “Stop or I’ll take you in the car no matter what you say,” he almost roared, his voice echoing in your insides. You smiled to his threat, “Come on, alpha, I’m sure you’ve got some stamina.” Your giggles died out to the sound of his low roar, your hand involuntary squeezed harder on his dick, making him hiss. You knew your eyes were turning blue and soon would glow. God, how could you forget, how much hotter was sex with an actual wolf?

At the next traffic lights he abruptly grabbed on your jaw and moved your head up so he could suck on your neck. You whole body shivered at the feeling of his teeth bite on the sensitive skin and then his tongue lick on the same spot. You started sinking in the feeling and the next moment he just stopped, practically dropping your head. You almost lost your balance, while the fucker continued driving, both his hands on the steering wheel.

You quirked your eyebrow. Was he trying to point out your place? He had no idea who was he messing with, you thought as your right hand slowly pulled down the zipper on his jeans. You shoved down his boxers (black again, did that man wore any other color?) and took his dick in your hand. You had to hold back your moan at the look of it. Long, with prominent veins and drops of precum on the head, it fit so perfectly in your hand. You turned your eyes back to his face in search for the reaction and started pumping him. You’d never been so turned on by a simple hand job on somebody’s dick before, but the next moan breaking out of you, you didn’t hold back. You wanted him to hear, wanted him to know how much you were enjoying his dick in your hand.

The next you couldn't predict, though. The car slowed down again and he looked you in the eyes, hip pupils dark yellow now and glowing. He didn’t say a word, yet you felt his command. That had never happened to you before, even your father had to use his words, so unsubmissive you were. The wolf inside of you had never obeyed to anyone. Until that moment, when under his look you lowered your head and licked on his dick. You huffed at realisation of the power he had over you, as you lowered your hand to lightly scratch his balls, while your tongue was dancing around his dick head.

“Either suck my dick or sit up and keep your hands to yourself,” he said, you heard irritation in his voice. It left you satisfied. You did submit, but at least you got him a little. You grabbed his dick at the bottom and pushed him all the way up your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. You heard him hissing and started moving you head, making sure he reaches the back of your throat every time. You guessed you reached another traffic light, as the car stopped and his hand dropped on your head to set you in a faster pace. Soon you felt him stroke your hair, the car wasn’t moving. You slowed down and felt him pulling your head up.

“I thought you said you aren’t fucking me in the car,” he reminded with the same smirk.

“Not my fault you’re taking so long,” you whispered back, your lips must have glittered with your spit.

He just smiled wider and kissed you again, rushed, but deep. “Get out,” he dropped as he finished the kiss. You fixed your skirt and climbed out from the car, glancing at his frown as he tried to put his, must be painfully hard, dick back into his jeans. You smirked and walked in front of the car to get a look of his house. It wasn’t too big, yet pretty spacious for a lonely alpha. Garage for two cars, terrace at the back. You heard a car door open and shut behind you and then a hand grabbed on your arm, pulling you to the entrance.

He didn’t waste any time pushing you to the wall and pressing his lips to yours. What was it with the men pressing you to the walls, you though. The lights were off, none of you really needing them. His hand went all the way down from your jaw, paying particular attention to your breasts, to the hem of your skirt. He didn’t bother with the zipper, just rolled it up to your waist. And hissed at the feeling of absolutely bare skin of your hips.

“Where did you lose your panties?” he hummed with amusement. He knew you had them at the bar, he felt them when you were grinding on his thigh next to his car.

“Somewhere along the way,” you smirked.

“Aren’t you a dirty little slut, my omega?” he mused and pressed his fingers to your clit. He watched closely at your reactions, your open mouth with broken breath and darkening eyes. He started rubbing circles, using one finger to slide through your folds. You couldn’t bear that slow torture and you bucked your hips up. He just chuckled and without a warning inserted a finger inside you. You whimpered and bent forward, your head rested against his shoulder. His fingers were so much better at it than yours. In no time you felt his second finger and that was it for you. You leaned all your weight at him, your legs shaking too much to hold you up. Every thrust of his fingers drawing a hiss out of you.

You found yourself so close to the edge with his two fingers inside of you and his thumb on your clit. You thrust your hips into his hand to get his fingers deeper, where the desire was burning your insides up. He only chuckled and pulled his fingers out of you. You didn’t even try to protest, knowing full well you were in his power now. He threw you over his shoulder, his right hand on your ass, fingers wet with your juices, stroking and squeezing. You didn’t try to get a glimpse of the house, focusing fully on his hand and the anticipation inside of you. You took it he went up the stairs and then inside his bedroom, apparently, as a minute later he laid you down on the bed. He was surprisingly careful, holding your neck and lowering your head not to hurt you. You frowned at this, not sure where it came from. But the next moment he shrugged out of his jacket and pulled his tee off and you forgot everything. His chest was a perfect combination of toned muscles and soft lines, with tattoos on his collarbones. You bit on your lip, wondering if you’d be able to see that chest below you.

He clasped your hips and pulled you closer to the edge, kneeled down and froze for a moment, just enjoying the view of your dripping pussy. “Do you have any idea how deliciously you smell?” he asked all of a sudden. You looked down at him, but he was still watching your pussy. “Best fucking scent in the world,” he added so quietly, you weren’t sure you heard him correctly, and bent to your core.

You thought you’d die that very moment. How one could feel such bliss and still survive? His tongue was all over you, licking your folds flat and slamming inside right after that. His lips so soft around your clit and so demanding. You lost the moment when your moans turned into cries, maybe it happened when he pushed his fingers back inside you, or maybe when he started curling them inside, making you arch your back and pull on his hair. You were right at the edge when he demanded you look at him. You had to gather all your will, to lift your head up and open your eyes. His lips were glistening and his eyes glowing bright yellow. You saw surprise in them at the color of yours. You smirked, that was the only thing you had strength for before he started sucking on your clit again.

You came like this, looking right at him. Your toes curled and thighs press to his face. You couldn’t help it, you had no control over your body anymore. It felt like it was acting on his command and pure instincts now. You felt him pulling your thighs apart to stand up and realised you eyes were closed again. You looked up to see him pushing down his jeans and boxers.

“Your eyes are blue,” he said. You heard a question in his words. You knew it was rare for your kind, more natural for a pup than a grown up wolf.

“They’ve never changed their color,” you shrugged. There wasn’t much to say about it for you. You felt odd about it when you were little, but then got used to it. It wasn’t your only peculiarity.

You rolled on your side to get an access to your skirt zipper and felt his hands on your hips again. He dragged your skirt down your legs and took your hand to help you sit up. He put his knee down between your legs and bent to kiss you, gently this time. You felt your taste on his lips, a little salty and tart. “They’re beautiful,” he whispered, looking you right in the eye. He freed you off your shirt and bra, and tried to lay you down. You knew what he was doing, but you had a better plan.

“Let me,” you asked, pushing on his chest. He stopped for a moment, not getting what you wanted. But then he saw you standing up, got the idea and fell on his back. “You don’t have to,” he muttered, and you understood that he actually didn’t get the idea. You smirked, thinking how predictable it was, and threw your leg over his waist. You saw amusement in his eyes as you straddled him and took his dick in your hand to line him up.

“So you do wanna ride me,” he chuckled.

You left it without response, too busy sinking down on him. It was too much, he was too much. Too long, too thick, filling you as nobody could feel you. You closed your eyes, your nails digging into the soft skin over his ribs. You heard him groan at the feeling, cursing at how tight you were. You knew you had to take it slow. And so you did. You moved your hips up and sank once again, feeling him going deeper. His hands grabbed on your wrists and almost crushed them. You started rocking in a steady rhythm, his hands move to your waist to help you grind on him.

You felt his gaze on your breasts, them jumping up a little with your every move. He couldn’t just lay like this for long, you knew you were lucky enough to just get on top of him. He pushed himself up and lowered his head, kissing on your neck. You leaned back to give him better access and put your hands on his thighs for the balance. He started sinking his way down your throat to your chest, until he reached your left breast. You lost your rhythm for a moment at the feeling of his lips on your nipple. Your hands flew to his shoulders, his right arm snake around you to keep you up. You started move again and he started to assault your right nipple with his fingers. Your moans got louder again, your moves got sloppy. You felt your high build up and started losing it. He felt it to, letting go of your nipples and pulling your body to his chest. He started thrusting his hips up in you as fast as it was only possible in this position until he felt your teeth sink in his shoulder and your walls clench around his dick. The very moment he pressed your hips to his not letting you move at all. You were whining into his skin, your whole body one big bundle of nerves. Your skin literally burn where he was touching it. You probably lost your senses for a moment or two, as you were positive you opened your eyes, yet you still couldn’t see anything.

“You alright?” he whispered in your ear, you felt like even his breath was burning your skin.

“Yeah, I-” you couldn’t finish. Was there even a word for this? You more felt rather than heard his laugh, his chest shaking so nicely against yours.

“Think you can take one more?” he asked. You felt him still inside of you, hard as ever. He didn’t cum yet.

“Yes, just, not like that,” you could only hope he’d get what you were saying, unable to produce a better answer. You felt his laugh again, and then his “I got you, baby,” as he lifted you up from him and laid you on the bed again, this time on your stomach.

You frowned a little. You couldn’t take another one on your hands and knees for the dear life, your limbs too shaky and weak. You had no time to protest though, as he lifted your ass, making you tuck your knees, and sank into you again. You almost cried at the stretching, different angle making it even more intense. You felt him bend over you, his left arm picking you and lifting you up. He pulled you closer to the headboard, putting his right hand on it for the balance. He leaned you both a little forward for a better position and started moving. You lost your voice in no time. He was going on you at the highest speed, thrusting his hips into you with loud thumps. His left hand was squeezing on your breast, his head rest on your shoulder. You felt his roar burst out from his chest as he was chasing his own release. He dropped his hand to your clit, you had to lean over the headrest at the loss of support.

“Baby talk to me,” he demanded, you gather all the will you had to hear him, “can I cum inside?”

“Yes, fuck, please, yes,” you moaned as his fingers got faster on your clit. You wanted it so much, you both were so fucking close.

He came first with a long low roar. The best sound you’d heard in your entire life. His roar was probably what set you off for the third time this night. He dropped his head on you shoulder again, growling at the feel of your walls clenching around his dick, milking him to the last.

You whimpered as he sank out of you, feeling like you lost much more than just the contact. He picked you up again, making you wonder how he had strength for anything after that, and lowered you both on your sides, pulling covers over you. The last things you felt before falling into darkness were his arms pressing you into his chest and his lips leaving kisses in your hair.

***

The morning was gloomy, sun not risen yet over the horizon. You were sneaking around his bedroom in the gray light picking up your clothes of the floor. You didn’t worry about waking him up. The hardest part was getting out off his clench. When you were free and he didn’t even stir, you knew he was sleeping deep enough for you to leave without trouble. You put on your clothes and grabbed your shoes and turned to look at him one more time.

You could see your bite on his shoulder and smiled. You suddenly realised you didn’t get to know his name last night. And somehow you felt it was right. You were pretty sure that was the last time you saw him so close. And it was okay if he’d stay just a big bad alpha for you. That was exactly how you wanted to remember him.

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winchesterprincessbride · 6 years ago

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Whatever It Takes-Part 11-The End of the Road

Part 1 (all linked) My Masterlist

****Warning-some scary pregnancy stuff ahead-FYI******

A/N: HELPP Syndrome is a real thing. It presents like the flu but is a rare form of pre-eclampsia. My cousin almost died delivering her son because of it. Some of the stuff that happens here is based on her experience. Turner-Singer Syndrome I totally made up.

7 months later

“I miss coffee so much,” I said morosely as I watched Terri lift the steaming mug to her lips.

“Want a sip?” She asked, holding the cup out to me. I was tempted but shook my head no.

“I can’t. Caffeine’s bad for the baby, and my stomach has been weird the past few days.” I told my sister as I sipped my decaf peppermint tea.

“How do you feel otherwise?” Terri asked, eyeing me critically. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’ve officially developed cankles, Sis.”

“I know! I am so puffy my fingers look like sausages. If I keep this up, Dean can just roll me to the hospital when it’s time to have the baby!” I said with a grimace.

“So has Dean calmed down any? You are at the doctor’s every other minute. Is he still not letting you do anything?”

“He’s finally settled down, thank god! He was driving me crazy! But the shop has been insane this week, and he has three guys out with the flu, so he’s had to put in a ton of extra hours.”

I loved my mate, but ever since we had decided to go ahead with this pregnancy, he was hovering like a mother hen. Dean was resistant at first, his fear of losing me making the option of terminating the pregnancy seem like a safer bet. But from the moment I knew I was pregnant, I knew I was having this baby.

There were many times we fought, and we each were determined to have the other see our point of view. I couldn’t explain to him adequately how I knew everything was going to be okay, I just did.

After weeks of him not letting me lift anything heavier than a coffee cup, I finally lost it and went nuclear on him when he grabbed a basket of laundry out of my arms and we had an impromptu tugging match for it.

“Gimme it NOW, Omega!” He snapped in that authoritative voice of his.

I pulled harder. “No, You gimme. I’m pregnant, Dean, not disabled! You have to give me some breathing room before I strangle you in your sleep!”

Terri giggled at the image of me and Dean playing tug-of-war over a basket of laundry. “He’s gonna be a great daddy once he settles down.”

“And treats me like the queen I am, you mean?” I said with a snort.

Terri rolled her eyes. “He’s just scared, Y/N. He loves you so much. The thought of losing you or the baby, I know it keeps him up at night.”

“I know it does. But aside from being dead tired, and swollen as a beach ball, I am fine. Everyone just needs to relax.” I told my sister firmly.

“Terri says you are gonna be a great daddy,” I told Dean as I ran my fingers through his hair while we snuggled on the couch.

“Keep doing that,” Dean whispered, almost purring in contentment. I suddenly grunted in pain, and Dean immediately went into high alert. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Talk to me!”

“I’m fine. My stomach has been hurting lately. I mentioned it to the doctor, and she said it’s just that the baby is running out of room in there. Everything looked okay last time. My blood pressure was a little high, but she’s going to recheck it Wednesday.” I rubbed my belly to try to ease the pain.

Dean eyes me suspiciously. “Is there anything I can do?”

I shook my head. “I just can’t seem to get comfortable. I have a headache, and I’m all achy, so I think I’ll just go to bed.” I leaned over and kiss Dean goodnight. I can tell by his frown that he’s not entirely convinced, but he let me go.

I woke up during the night to throw up, and Dean was ready to drive me to the ER then and there.

“I don’t need to go to the hospital!” I snapped, wiping my mouth. “I think I have the flu, you probably brought the germs home from the shop.”

Dean held my hair back as I threw up again. “Sorry, baby. I’ve been practically bathing in Purell the past week. The last thing I wanted is for you to get sick. But half the shop has it. I can’t believe I haven’t gotten it yet.”

I sat up and leaned my back against the bathroom wall, cradling my stomach. “I guess I got it instead of you. Can you get me some water, please?”

He came back with a glass of water and helped me to my feet. “I think we should still give the doctor a call in the morning if you aren’t any better,” he insisted.

I fell back asleep, and the next morning I still felt crappy. My head still hurt, but I wasn’t throwing up anymore. I was sure it was the flu. I was seeing the doctor the next day, but I decided to give Dr. Sterns, my OB, a call anyway. I was waiting for a callback from the nurse, and my headache was getting progressively worse.

When they finally called back, Dean answered and told them what was going on, and how he was pretty sure I had the flu. While he was on the phone, I threw up again.

“Okay, thanks. See you in a bit.” Dean said to the person on the phone.

“Okay, Y/N. Let’s get you cleaned up. The doctor wants to see you today. They said you can get dehydrated very quickly, so they want to take a look. Can you walk?” He asked gently.

I nodded. “Can you just get me a clean shirt? I think this one has barf on it. And my shoes?”

He was back in record time with a clean shirt and shoes. I quickly slipped on my new shirt, and since I hadn’t seen my feet in forever, Dean had to put my shoes on for me. “I can’t get them on, Y/N. Your feet are too swollen.”

I sighed in frustration. “I think I have some flip-flops in the closet. Just grab them. Or I will go in socks. I don’t care right now, honestly.”

We had to pull over once on the way for me to throw up, and my head felt like it was about to split open. When we arrived at the doctor’s office, they took one look at me and had Dean bring me right back to one of the exam rooms.

They wanted a urine sample, and I managed a little bit, but not very much. The nurse came in to take my blood pressure, and after she was done, she readjusted the cuff and did it again.

“I’ll be right back.” She said quickly, disappearing out the door.

“Dean….trashcan….” was all I managed before I threw up again. Luckily for me, my Alpha has quick reflexes, and he got me the can in time.

The nurse came back in with the doctor in tow. She did none of her usual chitchat, she immediately took my blood pressure. Taking the stethoscope out of her ears, she finally spoke. “Do you have a headache, Y/N?”

“I’ve had one for the last two days. I feel like my head is going to explode. Why what is going on?”

She reached down and squeezed my ankle and then my foot, without speaking. “Your blood pressure is 186/100. Your urine is full of protein. I’m admitting you. You are having this baby today!”

Dean’s face turned white as a sheet. “So it’s not the flu? Is this because of the Turner-Singer?”

“I don’t know, and we don’t have time to find out.”

The next few hours passed in a blur of fear and pain and doctors running in and out of my room in a steady stream. My liver was shutting down, and my blood pressure was so high they were afraid I was going to have a stroke, so natural childbirth was out, and they started prepping me for an emergency C-section. Terri had arrived and was as quiet as I had ever seen her. She had gotten a hold of Sam, and he was on his way.

“Love you, Alpha,” I whispered, right before they came for me.

“I love you too, Omega.” He answered, and I saw him wipe a tear from his eye. Then they whisked me away, and we entered the cold operating room. My condition was so bad at this point that when they put me on the table, the anesthesiologist wouldn’t put me under until the doctor was ready to make the first cut.

“It’s a boy!” Someone said, and just as quickly another voice burst in “I can’t stop the bleeding! She’s hemorrhaging!

Dean was standing outside the door of the NICU trying to work up the courage to go inside and see his son. He’d been standing there for a while, but he just couldn’t seem to get his legs to move. One of the doctors who was in the operating room had just been examining the baby, and saw him through the door and came out.

“Can I help you with something, Mr. Winchester?” She asked politely.

“I know I should go see him, it’s just……” Dean told her, not finishing his sentence.

The doctor laid her hand on his shoulder. “It’s Dean, right?” He nodded. “Dean, your son is a fine, healthy boy. He’s just a bit small. You need to go be with your Omega now. She may not make it through the night.”

Dean turned and without another word took off running toward the OB floor.

EPILOGUE

I almost died giving birth to our Matthew, our little miracle. It turns out I had developed something called HELPP Syndrome. It’s a very rare complication of pregnancy where your blood doesn’t clot (Hemolysis), liver enzymes are ELevated, and Low Platelets. High blood pressure is also a symptom.

They don’t know if it was because of the Turner-Singer, but I was strongly advised against having any more children, so I took the hint and got my tubes tied.

Dean and I may have met in a very unconventional way, but in a lot of ways, he is very old-fashioned. He got down on one knee to ask me to marry him and insisted on a traditional wedding, and since my Dad is gone, my two-year-old son walked me down the aisle, and Terri was my Maid of Honor. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house.

So now we lead a pretty domestic life. We have a house, a kid, and a dog, and bills to pay, just like everyone else. But every time my heat hits, I ship my son off to my sisters and I wait for my Alpha to come through the door, just like he did that first time.

And then he enters, his green eyes already burning for me, and pulls me into his arms. “Damn you smell good.” He growls as his lips meet mine.

We’ve been through a lot, Dean and I, but I know I can count on him to be there, whatever it takes.

THE END

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trashboatprince · 6 years ago

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I told @thedobermutt and @inkspottie that I was gonna write angst for the Bioshock au tonight.

And here it is!

Warning: character death

On with the fic!

Delta was not pleased that Joey had requested, no, demanded that he come to his office. He had been in the middle of playing hide ‘n seek, Bendy’s favorite game, and it was his turn to hide.

Well, he was found, but not by Bendy.

“What is that you want?” Delta frowned. “I’m rather busy.”

“Entertaining the gatherer, yes, I know.” Joey huffed, waving him off as he leaned against his desk. Delta noticed something next to Joey’s hand, his pistol. He’s been carrying it on him lately, because of those demented people, addicted to INK.

Delta didn’t like how he had it out like that.

Joey moved from the desk, picking up the gun as he did, looking it over. “Oh dear, oh dear... you seem much more attached with the Little Devil than expected. Heard you view him as your own flesh and blood, as your son.”

“Yes...? He’s my child, and I will do anythin’ to protect him.” Delta crossed his arms, staring at the gun. “Is this another problem for you?”

“Hmm... more of an annoyance to me. But there is a problem, and it involves you.”

“Me? Great, what did I do this time?”

Joey looked at him, his stare was colder than the water outside. “I’ve had... some issues, in recent weeks, Subject Delta. Two people, who have been living in the labs, have escaped and frankly? I can’t allow that to happen again.”

“What does this have to do with me? Do you want me to play security or somethin’?”

The man shook his head as he approached Delta, standing before him. “Subject Delta, I’m afraid that I cannot for another escape. Alpha and Omega are gone, up on the surface now, and I can’t have you joining them.”

Delta blinked. “What? Alpha? Omega? Who- what the heck are you talkin’ about, Drew?”

“Well, since I’m going to take you out anyway, I suppose I can tell you the truth. You are not really Henry Ross, or at least, not the real one. You are nothing more than a clone, the third successful one, to be exact, of Ross.”

There was silence between them before Delta let out a nervous chuckle. “W-what? What does that even mean? I can’t be a clone, I’m Henry.”

“No, you just share his name and most of his DNA, but you’re just a clone. And two of his other clones have escaped, they have betrayed me! They have betrayed the studio!”

Joey grabbed Delta’s hand, putting the gun into it. “And you will betray me as well. I know you have been wanting to leave as well, to take your gatherer to the surface. But I can’t let that happen, I’m sorry, Delta, but you have to be eliminated, best to do it by your own hand.”

Delta looked at the gun in his hand, before looking at Joey with hurt and shock. Then he got angry, his eye going to yellow in warning. “This is bullshit, Joey! I’m not gonna kill myself just cause you tell me I’m a clone or whatever! This is stupid!”

He moved to throw the gun across the room, to bolt out of there and get Bendy, find Norman, he was not going to stay here if Joey was gonna spit out such nonsense!

But as he moved to throw it, he froze up. What? Why couldn’t he- the Big Daddy noticed that Joey’s hand glowed brightly, a faint trail of energy connected it to him. Oh no...

“Like the new plasmid? It’s meant to control Big Daddies and the like, to put you under my control and influences. I knew you wouldn’t obey my commands, you’re not like Alpha, you’re too much like Omega and his stubbornness, thought I made sure you didn’t get that trait. Well, this little plasmid will take care of this for me.” Joey said this in such a casual manner, was this a joke to him!?

Delta felt his arm raise up, the gun was pointed at his head now. He moved his finger onto the trigger, he could feel the cold metal of the gun against the side of his head.

“Joey, Joey, please, don’t do this...!” He begged, which made Joey narrow his eyes.

“You sound just like Alpha and Omega when you say that...” He growled, before hearing the doors to his office slam open. “Great, what do you want, Polk? I’m busy.”

“Mr. Drew!” Norman shouted, he had noticed that something was right, and he felt like something was wrong. He came to the office as soon as possible and was shocked that this feeling of dread was attributed to the scene before him. Delta, standing in front of Joey, with a gun to his head. “What... is dis your solution?! You said you were gonna fix da problem, an’ you decide to do that wit’ a gun?! Henry, put dat down!”

“I-I can’t...” Delta gasped, his hold tightening on the gun.

“Sorry, Mr. Polk, there’s nothing that you can do to change what I already have in mind for this. Delta, say good bye, it’s time to leave.”

Delta inhaled sharply, he could feel something wet coming from his eyes and he knew it wasn’t the occasional leakage of ink. He was going to die, he didn’t want to! Sure, his job as a Big Daddy had that consequence but if he was going to die, he’d rather be doing it protecting Bendy, like he was suppose to.

Oh no... Bendy, oh his sweet, precious devil... he had no idea what was going on, he didn’t understand death, he thought the bodies of splicers were just sleeping angels. What would he do if he saw his father’s body on the ground...?

“Norman.” He spoke up, his voice cracking. “Tell Bendy I love him, and that I’m so sorry...”

The last thing he heard was Norman shouting his name as the gun went off, and he knew nothing else.

Bendy stumbled, there was a sudden, sharp pain in the side of his head. What... what was that? Did someone throw something at him? No, he was alone in this room.

But something felt wrong, why did he feel that? Why did he suddenly feel like something was torn from him?

Did something happen to Delta?

“Daddy?” He called out, moving about the room to find him. “Daddy, where are you?”

“Aww, lookin’ fer yer dad, kid?” Someone asked and Bendy looked over at the doorway. He saw someone standing there, finely dressed with a rabbit mask on his face. Bendy could smell the scent of ash and decay coming from this man, he could see the dark aura coming off him.

This was a bad person, and someone Bendy should avoid.

“Want me to help ya? All you gotta do is gimme some INK.” The man said, walking towards him.

Bendy shook his head, letting out a small whine, before his eyes burned, no, no! That meant something bad was gonna happen...! He closed them tightly before opening them.

He didn’t see clean floors and decorations in the room. No, he saw cracked mirrors, knocked-about chairs and tables, tears in the carpet, and a human with ink-stained clothes and a broken make that covered his rotting face.

The Little Devil screamed and ran, clutching his ink syringe tightly to his chest as he ran, hearing the man shout as he chased after him. Bendy was unable to fight, he didn’t know how! Yes, he’s seen Delta fight these mean people before, but he didn’t know how he did things!

Where was his father, he needed him! Wasn’t he suppose to sense automatically when Bendy was distressed?!

“Daddy! Daddy! Henry, where are ya!?” Bendy shouted as he ran through the halls and corridors of the studio through rooms, seeing more damage and addicts. He passed by Little Devils and their guardians, but he saw no sign of Delta anywhere.

He continued to run as fast as he could, his head hurting on the side, as if someone hit him with something sharp. It only added to the sharp pain of his blackened eyes, he hated it when he saw this scary version of the world, he liked the nicer version better!

Where was his father, he needed him! Someone was gonna hurt him, take his INK! He just knew it!

He ran into a large room, with a grand staircase, where he slipped on some water at the top step. He tumbled down the stairs, shouting in pain as he did, before he hit the final step with his head.

Bendy landed hard, laying there in a stunned state, before the pulsing pain in his head alerted him to something wrong. On wobbly arms, he pushed himself up, touching the side of his head, where we felt a gash. Bendy pulled his hand away, finding a black liquid on his finger tips.

“Daddy... where are ya...” He whimpered, crawling away to the side of the stairs, to a corner that was hidden away by a vending machine. His head hurt so much, his eyes blurring with tears as he laid down, passing out on the cold floor.

When he came to hours later, he saw the world as it should be, bright and colorful, and that he had woken up on a small pile of black rose petals. What sleeping angel left these here?

Why did Bendy’s head hurt, and why was he hiding?

Oh! He was playing hide ‘n seek with Delta! But he remembered being the one seeking, had he found Delta? He couldn’t remember, but he seemed to have dozed off.

He crawled out of the corner, turning when he heard footsteps and a relieved sigh of someone. Oh! It was Mr. Norman, he was in the room, looking a bit out of breath. “Hiya, Mr. Norman!” Bendy smiled, approaching him.

There seemed to be some red spots and stuff on Norman’s clothes, did he spill something on himself? What a messy guy. Bendy almost noticed that he looked upset, did something happen?

Norman looked down at Bendy and got on his knees, opening his arms. Bendy happily accepted the hug, moving into his hold, but blinked when Norman held him tightly, sniffling hard.

“Mr. Norman, are you cryin’?”

30 years later...

Delta found another Devil Vent, but he knew he had been here before. He knew this hall and this vent, of course he did, there's a triangle drawn in green crayon right next to the opening.

This was his third time passing this one, he's been walking in circles through this damned studio. Of course he has, it's bigger than he remembered it being. There's more to it, more to what Delta knew was here.

How long had he been out for Joey to expand this place? He stopped in front of the vent, frowning deeply. He was so tired, he's been wandering for hours, fighting splicers and searchers, banging a little song on vents, waiting for a little response to the song.

He has yet to hear one, he keeps finding drawings of himself and Bendy all over walls and floors, many damaged and smeared over time, but he still knows what they are. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against the vent.

His eyes burned with tears as he lifted his hand, banging on the vent to a beat. "I'm the dancin' demon..." He mumbled as he knocked out the beat. He paused, looking at the dark hole, hearing nothing. "I should have kn-"

Then he heard it, the response.

'Watch me twirl around and spin'.

"Bendy?" There was a shuffling, thumping, getting louder. In the darkness was a soft glow, he knew those two, glowing lights anywhere.

"Bendy?"The thumping got louder, the glows getting closer, as Delta stepped back. Then he saw the little white and black face, poking out of the hole. Oh, oh he was just as cute as Delta remembered.

Bendy looked at him with a shocked stare, before his eyes watered with inky tears. "D-Daddy...?"

"It's me, kiddo, it's your dad."

Delta smiled softly, opening his arms. The little demon sniffed before a big grin came to his face as he launched himself at the man, wrapping his arms around Delta, who did the same to him.

"Daddy! Daddy, Henry, I missed you so much...! Where were you!?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just... I don't know where I was, somethin' happened to me and I was asleep..."

"Mmm, no, when angels sleep, I gotta work..." Bendy mumbled into his shoulder, his hold tightening. Henry frowned, feeling his eyes sting again.

"I know, buddy, but I'm okay, I'm not a sleepin' angel, I'm here. I'm here, I won't ever hide from you again."

I’m ending this one here, but Norman never had the heart to tell Bendy what happened, so for thirty years Bendy believed that Delta was playing the game still. Since Bendy has no concept of time, this just seemed like a long, long game that left him feeling really upset.

And as for what I meant about his vision. Bendy’s eyes often look like white circles with deep, black lines outlining them. He sees the world through rose-colored lenses (just like how Little Sisters see in-canon), but sometimes his vision changes to where he had his typical black eyes and he sees how terrible his world really is. Yet he doesn’t understand this, he thinks his void eyes are his real eyes, what he really sees, and that his black eyes show a fake, scary world.

Also, Joey is a huge dick.

EDIT: I tacked off the fluffy angst I wrote for dober and spottie on discord to the end cause this was SAD!!!

#batim #batim henry #batim bendy #joey drew #norman polk #character death #john's drabbles

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