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Alpha!Din being restrained while reader teases and edges him to bits while in a rut??? just a thot 😊💖💅

In Charge

Warnings: 18+ only, MINORS DO NOT READ, minor dubcon warning (they know their limits & safewords, but that’s not made explicitly clear in the text), smut (oral m receiving, edging, slight bdsm (restraints), unprotected rough sex), a/b/o dynamics, possessive Alpha!Din in rut

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Anon, I love the way you think. This has been sitting in my drafts for a while, and I finally got around to finishing it. It’s very self-indulgent, but fuck it I guess 😅 Likes, reblogs, & comments, are much appreciated 💕 Requests are open!

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"Faster."

You peer up at him with betrayal in your eyes. Maker, you look so pretty with his cock in your mouth.

He swallows, unable to resist the way you look at him. "Please," he relents, tugging uselessly against the restraints.

The hurt in your gaze melts, and your eyes flutter closed as you sink his cock back down your throat.

You don't realise it, but you have him wrapped around your finger. Anyone else in this position would have lost control by now.

He throws his head back as you bring him to the edge again, dutifully bobbing your head back and forth. Your mouth is a warm, wet torture. His hands curl into fists around the arms of the seat, aching to grip you by the nape of your neck and fuck himself with your sweet mouth. "Omega - how much longer - "

You pull off him, eyes following the movement of his cock as it glistens with precum and saliva. "Until I say."

He fights the urge to growl at you, to remind you who's in charge. You would just make him wait even longer, and he can't seem to say no to you. Still, he glares at you, on your knees before him with your hands spread on his thighs, looking completely innocent.

The sudden sweet scent rising in the air betrays your arousal. He tenses, gritting his teeth and pulling hard against the restraints. "Let me - "

"You promised you wouldn't command me," you quickly remind him, fear and anticipation curling in your core.

Slumping back, he sighs sharply before looking back down at you, his dark gaze promising retribution. "Did I? I don't remember." His voice is almost eerily cold, a tone you've only heard him use when threatening other people.

You bite your lip, heart thudding loudly in your chest. You've never pushed him this far in his rut, forced him to keep in control like this. "You want more?"

He nods slowly, wondering what you're going to do.

Rocking back on your heels, you push yourself up, standing before him. He sits restrained on the pilot seat, his hard cock straining in the open. You didn't even give him a chance to undress before sneaking the restraints on.

Slowly, you trail your hands up your shirt, feeling the heat of his gaze on you, following the movement. Your top is pulled up, revealing lingerie underneath.

His jaw sets. "What is this?"

Casually dropping the fabric to the floor, you smirk at him, preening at how he glares at the red lace. "Do you like it?"

"You planned this." He's stunned, unable to come up with a coherent thought. He needs to rip it off you.

Next, the pants. He watches incredulously, unable to look away as you slide them down, over your hips until they reveal matching red panties.

"Fuck." The chair creaks as he pulls hard against the restraints, leaning forward as his glare burns a hole in the panties.

"Don't hurt yourself," you tease.

"Stop telling me what to do," he snarls.

You raise an eyebrow mischievously, turning around so he can see you from behind. You wiggle your hips, bending forward over the console. The panties barely cover anything. "Or what?"

"Fuck. You better start asking for forgiveness now, sweet Omega. When you release me I'm going to make you sorry you ever thought this was a good idea."

Heat rises in your core as your panties dampen at his delicious threat. "Maybe I won't release you, then." Turning back around, you grin at the sight of him, tense and pulling against the restraints. With one hand, you cup the swell of your lace-covered breasts, and trace your other hand down your body, towards the red panties barely covering your dripping centre. "Maybe... I'll just make you watch."

His dark eyes flicker from your breasts to your panties, nostrils flaring. "You need reminding who's really in charge here?"

Your breathing stops. Oh shit. How easy would it be for him to just say the words, to bring you to heel? As if he senses your thoughts, he inclines his head knowingly.

Your pussy throbs. "Who's in charge?" you ask innocently. His eyes darken. It feels dangerous, teasing him, watching him seethe as you start touching yourself.

You rub your fingers against the red panties, soaking the fabric with your juices. "Oh, Din," you gasp, falling back on the panel and spreading your legs so he can see everything.

"Feels good, huh?" There's a cold, calculating edge to his tone.

You nod, mewling, maybe exaggerating a little bit just to get under his skin. You've been wet and needy ever since he returned from the market almost in rut, and it feels amazing to finally touch yourself, even through the fabric. A warm pleasure begins building in your core, urging you to move faster. You chase the feeling, rubbing your fingers over your slightly swollen clit faster and faster until -

"Stop."

Your body locks up, your fingers halting. It takes a second for you to realise he just commanded you. A pleasurable sort of fear coils in your veins as the building orgasm retreats. Opening your eyes, you see him glaring at you with his pupils dilated so much they're almost fully black, his mouth twisted into a snarl.

"Come here."

"Alph - "

"Now."

You whimper, your knees going weak. It's a compulsion to obey, a magnetic pull that overcomes all other instincts. You push off the panel and step forward.

A muscle feathers in his jaw, conflict in his eyes. Some rational part in him knows he needs these restraints off, but he doesn't think he can wait that long.

"On my lap."

Oh, maker. You bite your lip, keeping your gaze lowered as you put your hands on his shoulders and straddle him. Once you're settled, you blink up at him, and something in his dark expression pushes you a little further. "I was wondering how long you'd last," you purr, leaning in to brush your nose against his as you arch your back.

His breath shudders on your lips, so close but not closing the gap. His control is spiraling; he needs to be inside you.

"Ride me."

His voice alone gets you wet, your thighs clenching around him.

His arms pull up against the restraints as he leans forward, consuming you with his dark glare. This isn't right. His Omega should be beneath him, legs spread and taking his knot.

"Fucking do it now."

Breathing in his heady scent, you quickly move to obey. Your panties are soaked as you pull them aside and position yourself over him. The head of his cock brushes through your folds, pushing inside you.

A restrained sound comes from his chest. "Hurry."

You push down, lowering onto his swollen cock as it pushes into your tightness. His eyes are fully dilated, his face twisted in frustrated relief as he glares back at you, lost in the feeling of stretching you out fully until you're seated on his entire length.

There's a brief moment of satisfaction, where you brush your nose against his and just breathe.

Then he leans forward, mouth and tongue quickly clashing with yours before bucking his hips up, making you bounce on his lap.

It hits deep within and you gasp, arms grasping around him for support.

He stares daggers at you, nostrils flaring, as if daring you not to move, now.

You ride him obediently, giving him a show in his own lap. He leans down to kiss you, but he's unable to do anything as give him a brief brush of your lips before falling away beyond his reach, fingers weaving through the hair at the nape of his neck to hold you up, your chest arching up in his view as you sigh with pleasure.

He swallows, gaze falling on your breasts, swelling against the red lace when you breathe in. There's a vaguely dull pain in his wrists from how hard he's pulling against the restraints, but right now he couldn't care less.

You ride him like you were meant for it, up and down, showing off your delicious form wrapped up like a present for him. And he can't touch any part of you.

The pleasure he feels building is marred with a frustration that only grows with each delicious cant of your hips. Stars, he thought this would be enough. But he’s only getting angrier, consumed with the needs of his rut. The urge to have you beneath him, to fuck you the way he pleases, is a torture he can’t ignore.

"Stop," he grits out.

You open your eyes immediately. Stars... he looks like he's wincing in pain, the crow's feet of his eyes deepening.

"Release me."

The desperation in his warm voice has you immediately moving to obey, but you can't help leaning up to nip at his ear first, murmuring in his ear, "yes, Alpha."

The cuffs strain as he pulls hard on them again, growling at the words you knew would affect him the most. You bite your lip, looking as innocent as you possibly could while leaving his cock rock hard and erect as you slide off his lap.

You get down to the floor on all fours as you search through your discarded clothes for the keys. There's a groan from behind. A few seconds of scrambling around, you sit back, frowning.

The sounds of his struggle grow loud, the chair creaking. "What?"

You turn, looking up at him sheepishly. "I left the keys downstairs." You voice suddenly sounds very small. "I'll be right back."

He shakes his head once, eyes wild like he can’t believe what he’s hearing.

You don't give him another second to react before scrambling for the exit.

He starts calling out after you, cursing and ordering you to release him now. The chair creaks and you can only pray he can hold on a few seconds longer as you climb down the ladder, dropping past the last few steps to make a mad dash for your locker.

It takes a moment, but you find the keys and -

Sounds of metal wrenching suddenly fill the ship, coming from the cockpit.

Your mouth goes dry. Surely he didn’t just break the cuffs?

It’s quiet for a few seconds, almost like nothing happened. You’re standing at the locker door, keys in hand, watching the cockpit entrance like a deer in headlights.

Then his boots appear from above, lowering down the steps.

The keys clatter to the floor. Your back hits the locker, mind racing with adrenaline.

He drops the last few steps with calculated ease. Your breath hitches when he turns on you, the broken cuffs still circling his wrists evidence of how he escaped.

“Din,” you start.

“Alpha,” he corrects, taking a step towards you. His scent, wild and aggressive, meets your senses.

“Alpha,” you quickly concede, stomach sinking lower. He never usually insists on that. You’re slowly edging along the wall, instincts a frantic mess of urges to both run, and submit. “I’m sorry.”

He growls, fire in his eyes.

You glance at the cockpit entrance, calculating your chances.

Catching your movement, he shakes his head in clear warning. Don’t even try it.

You break for it.

He catches you by the waist. You shriek as he turns and pulls you back into him with a snarl. Items clatter to the floor as he uses his other arm to clear the nearest surface.

He bends you over it and firmly pins your arm behind your back, like you’re a bounty for him to subdue. The thought makes you squirm, whimpering with your check pressed against the cold surface.

Your legs are pushed apart, before he paws roughly at your panties. The sound of the material tearing makes you cringe as he shreds the last remaining barriers between him and his prize.

His cock is jammed inside you instantly. You're pushed impossibly forward with his thrust, standing on your toes with your legs spread to receive him.

It’s a jagged relief, finally having you where he wants you, and you’re clenching so tight and wet around him, the fast slaps of impact as he works in and out of your warmth like an erotic beat that has him on the edge already.

Each time he hits a particularly deep spot within, you squirm more. He likes it, keeping you completely pinned with just one hand and feeling you struggle powerlessly against him.

As you moan, wiggling your hips, he bites out a curse. “Fuck-king hell.” He pants, shoving himself deep inside you again as he palms your ass with his free hand. “Fuck I am going to cum right now if you keep that up.”

The whimper you gift him with only drives him to go harder. You’re there already, so close to releasing with the way he’s driving into you, chasing his own release, using you like he needs to.

“Bad fucking girl,” he grunts, slapping your ass. “Don’t deserve this.”

You can’t hide how turned on it makes you when he does that. Between the wetness soaking his cock and your little moans of pleasure, he knows he’s going to have to find way to actually punish you.

Your eyes fly open when you feel him take hold of the back of your bralette. Like the panties before, he quickly tears through them, freeing your breasts before they’re pressed down on the cold surface, as he pins you harder to the crate.

“You - fuck - ruined them,” you say, despite the utter carnal pleasure coursing through you.

He leans down, letting you feel all the warmth and weight of him moving over you. As he speaks, his mouth moves over the shell of your ear. “You need reminding.”

Your pussy clenches, mind going blank except for the sensation of his cock still pushing deep inside. "No - I don’t need - ”

“Then tell me.” His grip around your arm tightens, his other hand moving along your body stretched out beneath him. “Tell me who you belong to.”

His command goes straight to your core, and you feel the pleasure inside you tense suddenly. “You!“ you cry out, spreading your legs as far as you can to take him in.

He growls in your ear. “Not good enough. Say it.” He needs to hear it - to hear you fully submit like you should have from the start.

Toes curling, your voice is hoarse and almost forced as you moan, “I belong to you, Alpha!” before turning to bury your face in shyness.

But he’s there, pulling your head to the side with a snarl as he fucks you faster, sharp insistent thrusts as he chases his own release. “That’s right Omega. You. Are. Mine.” Each word punctuated by a heavy thrust. His body completely covers yours, keeping you perfectly bent and spread out beneath him.

You reach your highs together, his shouted groan so loud it makes your eyes roll back at the sheer eroticism. You feel his knot push inside you and as his cum starts to fill you up your body clenches and jerks in pleasure, your moan a long drawn-out utterance of his name.

You finish, and his hands are everywhere, insatiably teasing your exhausted form, as he releases the last of his spend into you. He sighs into your neck, chest swelling against your back with each panting breath he takes.

“You okay?” you murmur, eyes falling shut.

He grunts, gathering you up in his arms to carry over to the bunk. As you relax into the bed, he rolls you over beneath him again, pressing his face into your neck. “Mine.”

You nod obediently, clenching around him. “Yours, Alpha.”

***

It’s a long, brutal rut, that soon brings you into your own heat. Eventually you wake up with your head clear for the first time days, to find him already awake, watching you.

“Mmm,” you sigh pleasantly, and he cuts you off by pushing his lips against yours. You brush your tongue lazily into the kiss, tasting him. “You owe me a new set of lingerie.”

He chuckles, stroking your back. “They’d just get ruined again.”

You bite your lip, smiling as you lose yourself in his warm eyes. “Then you’ll just have to keep buying more.”

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