#the omega whining and panting of it all!!!!!!

[cloudyzeusy]

“Tame the Beast”

pairing: toji X top male reader

warnings: dubcon, mpreg, creampie, sort of trapping

In a building warded and hidden by the public view. You had been escorted by two wary Alphas to deal with a feral omega named Toji.

They had refused to enter the room clearly nervous their damn selfs. Instead warning you. “He’s killed three already and tore through all the suppressants like paper. If you can’t mount him, put him down.”

You weren't even scared the slightest bit by the potential consequences - just interested. Your inner Alpha was salivating at the chance for a real fight. There was nothing wrong with an omega who just gave in but an omega who gave a fight was more delicious to take down.

Your curiosity was piqued by this “feral omega who can’t be claimed.”

The other Alphas got out of there as soon as they could. Leaving you alone. You pushed the door open locking it behind you.

You were not suprised by the sight Toji’s claws were tearing into the mattress as hips rutting mindlessly against the air, teeth bared, and eyes glazed from heat fog.

You were hit by the scent of gunpowder and burnt sugar. It was dangerous and intoxicating. It was the kind of scent that makes weak Alphas foam at the mouth—and collapse under it.

“The fuck are you staring at, mutt? You think you can knot me? Try it.” Toji snarled breaking you out of your stupor.

Not even fazed you moved closer to him. He lunged at you instantly with the intent to maim, not just fight you.

But you moved faster pinning him down onto the mattress. With one hand on his nape and the other on his hips.

Toji went wild beneath you trying his absolute hardest to get you off of him. He was bucking snapping teeth and even snarling threats at you

But ypu weren't fazed taunting him instead. “So when do you start fighting back ? Because so far, you're just squirming.”

It felt so easy for you to dominate him the longer you had him pinned. Feeling him tremble under your palm as he felt your bulge pressed against him.

His body clearly reacted to you as his thighs trembled as he involuntarily slicked up. He stopped squirming instead began rutting on you needily .

Your scent began to overpower his weak attempts to dominate the room. You bared your teeth murmering “I didn’t come here just to fuck you, Toji. I came to own you.”

That line cut through his heat faze and he froze having a moment of clarity. His rutting paused as his voice cracked, hoarse and panting "..Then do it. Claim me.”

You let go trusting him to understand who now was in charge so you could undress yourself. He was already slicked up enough for you to push in your cock. You didnt bother going slow you weren’t here to coddle him.

You slammed into him without hesitation, ignoring the way his claws tore fresh lines into the mattress, how his muscles tensed like steel coils ready to snap. His body trembled under you, slick soaking the sheets, snarling and biting the air even as his hips jerked helplessly against your own.

It was clear: Toji had never been mounted before. He fought with every instinct to reject you, but the sheer weight of your presence crushed his resistance. His snarls turned into ragged pants, defiance cracking under the strain, every thrust deeper into his heat-soaked body unraveling the last threads of his fight.

You were here to claim him. Toji hissed through his teeth as you pressed into him, his claws tearing new lines into the mattress. His muscles locked up, trying to reject the intrusion, but his Omega instincts betrayed him—welcoming you with obscene slick and a trembling whine caught in the back of his throat.

He thrashed once, twice, but the weight of your body, your scent, and your presence crushed his resistance like paper. Every inch you sank into him only deepened that submission, until his snarls gave way to desperate panting, his forehead pressed to the ruined sheets.

“Thought you’d be harder to break,” you muttered, voice thick with command as you bottomed out, your hips flush against him. Toji let out a strangled moan, half defiant, half needy—he was still fighting it, even as his body clenched greedily around your cock.

His scent spiked, feral and frenzied, but now it was mingling with yours, thickening the air with the slow formation of a bond. You gripped his hips tighter, dragging him back against every thrust, watching the Omega unravel beneath you. “No one’s ever knotted you, huh? Guess they weren’t worthy.” Toji snarled again, but this time, there was no venom behind it—only the quiver of a man losing the last of his fight.

You didn’t stop—not when he whimpered, not when his thighs trembled from overstimulation, not even when his voice broke into a breathless, “Fuck—” dragged from the raw edge of surrender.

You wanted him wrecked and claimed.

The sounds he made were filthy and involuntary, caught somewhere between humiliation and ecstasy, like his pride was trying to keep pace with his body's desperate need to be filled.

With each thrust, your knot began to swell, pressing insistently at his entrance, and his slick only poured faster, his body greedy for the stretch, for the bond, for you. You leaned over him, breath hot against his ear as you growled, “Say it, Toji. Say you want it.” And he did—broken, panting, ruined. “I want it,” he gasped. “I want you to fucking break me.”

You didn’t hesitate. With a rough, deliberate motion, you drove your knot deep into him mid-taunt. His sharp intake of breath cut through his defiant growl, a choke turning into a strangled moan. His body stiffened as the swelling knot began to lock him tight—his belly already rounding with the pressure.

Toji’s claws scrabbled at the sheets, but his eyes flickered with shock and something raw—vulnerability bleeding through the feral mask. He tried to snarl, but the sound came out hoarse and broken.

His hips jerked against you, betraying the fight still lingering in his heart, but his muscles were folding beneath your weight. The battle was slipping away, and he knew it.

“Keep running your mouth,” You gritted out, voice low and dangerous. “Let’s see how cocky you are when you’re full of pups.”

As you nosed closer to his gland again this time with more permanent thoughts in mind. He moaned out. “Hnngh- fuck- don’t you dare mark me…”

“Too late. You’ve been mine since you lunged.” You pushed your knot all the way into his hole and leaned over and bit him deep.

His entire body arched as your teeth sank into the tender spot between his neck and shoulder—right over his scent gland. The moment your mark sealed, his slick gushed around your knot in a flood, his Omega instincts crashing into him like a wave.

Toji’s scream was raw, feral. His walls clenched hard around you in the throes of orgasm, every muscle locked up as tremors racked his body. He wasn’t just cumming—he was unraveling, falling apart beneath you in a mess of heat, scent, and broken pride.

You growled against his neck, feeling the deep pulse of your knot locking into place, sealing your claim. He was panting hard, twitching under you, completely spent and trembling—his body slick with sweat and release, marked from the inside out.

Your scent was thick in the air now, drowning out the remnants of his feral scent. You held him through the aftershocks, lips still near the bite as you murmured low and rough, “There. No one else gets to touch you now. You're mine, Toji.”

His body was limp now, twitching but his heat was dying out. You turned so he was sitting on your knot now his back to your chest. You cradled him almost tenderly, hand stroking sweat-drenched hair.

He was dazed now, whispering half-coherently. “Didn’t think anyone could handle me…”

"Now you know. You’re not a problem to be disposed of anymore, Toji. You’re my Omega now.”

As Toji regained consciousness his body felt wrecked. Looking down at himself he saw every inch of himself was marked.

Toji’s mind was foggy and he was dazed. He initially wanted to be furious at you. But underneath his annoyance he felt a calm he hadn’t felt in ages.

Toji looked around, seeing you nowhere in sight. He weakly tried to stand, regretting it instantly when he felt your cum leak from him. So he sat down again. Though he wanted to escape, he had no clothes and didn’t want to risk meeting other strange Alphas.

Though even through the haze of exhaustion, Toji’s senses caught it—an unfamiliar sharpness mingled with his own scent. A faint trace of the Alpha who’d tamed him, still lingering in the air.

You approached calmly, out of nowhere with a bottle of water in hand and a cloth, showing care despite Toji’s obvious mood.

In his stubbornness, he knocked the water bottle away. His glare was fierce, obviously testing you and how far you’d go.

Still your hands traced the sharp lines of bruises and sweat, wiping away the grime of the night with a cloth warmed just enough to soothe aching skin.

His body tensed under the touch, muscles but beneath that armour there was something fragile—something like a flicker of trust, quick and fleeting, that Toji hadn’t allowed himself to feel in years.

A shudder passed through him, silent and small, but the slight softening of his jaw said more than words ever could.

“Good boy,” Your voice was low and sure, heavy with a possessive warmth.

Toji’s lips curled into a sneer meant to mask the flood of warmth surging through him. He opened his mouth to snap back, but the words caught in his throat.

His breath hitched, and a flush crept up his neck.

But it was his scent—sharp and sweet, thickening with a rush of embarrassment—that betrayed the truth.

His pride might fight it, but his body was already mated to you, trembling with the promise of something he never thought he’d want.

Days passed and Toji did all he could to avoid you. Toji’s name went unanswered in your thoughts, his scent fading from the clothes you had worn. You tried to reach him but your texts were left on read, calls unanswered. If he got even a whiff of your scent he ran the other way.

He moved through the city like a ghost, eyes always down, shoulders tight with stubborn distance.

And yet, you waited patiently. Because you knew—no matter how far he ran—this bond wasn’t broken. It was only waiting for him to come back.

Toji on the other side was struggling—his body was betraying him in ways he couldn’t control. Waves of nausea hit him without warning, leaving him weak and trembling.

His scent had shifted completely, no longer his usual musk. It was heavier now- familiar with a pregnant omega. Sometimes, he caught himself clutching his stomach, as if trying to hold onto a secret that was growing inside him.

Since that day, his heat had never come again—not even a flicker. It was like his body had moved past that stage entirely.

Toji hated every second of it. The nausea made him feel weak and vulnerable—something he wasn’t used to, and definitely refused to accept.

He lashed out more than ever, snapping at anyone who got too close, slamming doors, and retreating into himself. Mirrors became his enemy; he avoided them because he couldn’t stand to see the changes reflected back—the swollen stomach, the dullness in his eyes, the scent that betrayed him.

His pride fought fiercely against the helplessness, but beneath all the anger, there was a gnawing fear he tried desperately to bury. Nights were the worst—his body ached, and the absence of his Alpha left a hollow ache.

He tried to convince himself it wasn’t real. That it was some twisted trick his body was playing on him. But deep down, the truth was right there and every moment away from you made it worse.

One rainy night, well past midnight, there was a soft knock at your door. You opened it to find Toji standing there—soaked to the bone, his clothes plastered to his skin, eyes dark and tired. He didn’t say a word. The storm outside seemed to echo the chaos inside him.

Without hesitation, he collapsed into your arms as if he had just given up on everything.

Toji’s voice was barely above a whisper, cracked with exhaustion.

“I think you knocked me up, bastard.”

You just held him in your arms steady and calm, meeting his gaze to show your seriousness.

“Good. Now you are fully mine."

No more words were needed.

Toji doesn’t resist this time—he lets himself lean into you. Breathing in your scent like he needed you.

The room was quiet except for the soft, even rhythm of Toji’s breathing against your chest. His body, once taut and wild, was finally slack with exhaustion, sweat-matted hair sticking damply to his forehead. You gently brushed it back, fingertips lingering against his warm skin as your palm moved in slow, soothing circles.

He no longer snarled or snapped. The feralness had drained from him, leaving only a drowsy vulnerability that made your chest tighten in a way words couldn’t capture. Toji was soft here—raw and real, stripped of the defenses that had once defined him.

Beside you both, the newborn pup slept quietly, his tiny black hair tousled in the dim light. His little face was already set in a stubborn scowl, just like his father’s, and the faint rise and fall of his chest created a peaceful counterpoint to the lingering tension in the room.

Toji shifted slightly, his eyelids fluttering open. When you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his temple, he half-growled—low and rough—but the sound lacked its usual bite. Instead, his fingers curled around the fabric of your shirt, gripping tightly, refusing to let go.

His voice was a tired murmur, rough with both humor and something deeper, something softer.

“If he ends up like me, you’re the one raising him.”

You smiled, your lips twitching with both amusement and affection as you met his gaze.

“If he ends up like you, he’ll need someone who can handle a little bite.”

The room held that moment—quiet, tender, and full of promise. For the first time, Toji Fushiguro belonged completely—to you, to the pup, to this fragile new family you were building together.

[strawberrystepmom]

now im fixated on my omegaverse au thanks a lot everyone

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

tying alpha!toji down because he can’t keep his filthy knot to himself during your heat.

cw - smut, bondage, a/b/o mechanics, omega!reader, fem!reader, not proofread

“toji, i’m being serious. you’re not touching me until you can learn to pull out,” he didn’t even know why you were complaining. you loved being knotted by him, but apparently, it’s some sort of issue now that you’ve ran out of your birth control pills, and toji absolutely loathes condoms.

he expected you to last maybe half a day during your heat without him bedding and satiating you. you’re historically very needy during heats, and he’s more than willing to placate you over and over again. you’ll surely forget all about that pesky birth control and allow him to take care of you.

he ended up being the one coming to you. it had been a full day of your whines and cries filtering in and out of the bedroom. your scent was intoxicating, causing toji to have a permanent boner straining in his pants.

it was absolute torture, listening to his omega sob from dissatisfaction… especially when he knew that he had everything you needed. you were just so damn stubborn.

you were such a pretty sight to behold: arched up with your head thrown back. your eyes were squeezed shut as dewy tears slid down your cheeks. your body was flushed and trembling as you desperately rubbed your fingers in tight circles around your swollen clit.

“are you gonna quit being stubborn and let me help, princess? or am i going to have to keep hearing you all night?” he asked with a smug smirk, figuring you’d start begging for him right away.

“i-i don’t know. have you learned how to pull out?” even while completely wrecked, you were standing firm in your convictions.

“i don’t know. i haven’t tried yet,” he grinned, prowling closer to you in your nest. he knows that he could pounce on you and take an advantage of your… compromise positioning, but he much prefers when you beg and plead for it.

“ugh— you made me lose it,” you let out the most adorable frustrated growl that toji had ever had the pleasure of hearing, causing him to chuckle at your displeasure.

“you weren’t getting there anyway, doll. let me help ya,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest as his eyes cascaded over your body hungrily.

“shut up,” you snap, making him to raise an eyebrow at you. he doesn’t give up his amusement from your sudden attitude. no, he actually finds your bratty side just as endearing to him.

you get up and walk out of the bedroom briefly, letting toji’s confusion and curiosity eat at him until you return to the bedroom with a dining chair.

“sit,” you demand, and toji obeys after ripping his clothes away from his body with an expectant grin on his face.

“oh fuck yeah, you want to take what you need from me?” he asks as you reach into a bedside drawer. he’s assuming that you’re grabbing a bottle of lube even though he can see your glossy slick pooling and seeping from between your thighs. he licks his lips, feeling his mouth water from pure animalistic drive.

when you lean back up with ropes in your hand, his eyebrows furrow in confusion. how are you to ride him while being tied up..? he could easily jostle you around, throw you up and down his cock until your crying and gushing, but he didn’t necessarily know if that was safe to do while you’re bound.

imagine his surprise when you start restraining the ropes around his pretty scarred skin. the rough fabric hugged his muscles perfectly, creating the prettiest harness for him.

“what d’ya think you’re doing, doll? you aren’t that mad at me, are ya?” he asked as he sat still for you, letting you do your thing to him.

once he was fully restrained, he’d struggle against the ropes, letting out small grunts and disappointed groans when the bright red rope only tightens around his muscles, rubbing small burns into his skin that make him growl in displeasure.

your honeyed scent is killing him, absolutely filling the room to the brim with your scent of need. he knows you need him. right? you need toji to fix it for you, but you’ve went ahead and tied him to this damn chair at the foot of your bed.

he didn’t know a lowly omega in heat would be so ruthless when knotting the ropes over his bare abs and biceps. his wrists are even bound together behind the god forsaken chair. worst of all, there’s a band of rope looped over his waist so he can’t buck his hips. the thick braided thread rubs deliciously over his hardening length. only the thin fabric of his boxer briefs are protecting him from rope burn on his most sensitive appendage.

alphas are suppose to remain in control, but he absolutely let you play him like a fool.

all he can do is sit and watch as you crawl back into your nest, settling down on your back with your legs spread for him to gaze at your glistening pussy.

“let this serve as a lesson, toji,” you say to him, slowly bringing your fingers to your pouty lips before sucking on them to coat them in spit.

toji watches closely, studying every move your body makes while you’re on display for him. his jaw clenches, knowing that should be his fingers you’re sucking on.

when you pull them from your mouth with an obscene pop and slowly rub them over your swollen clit, toji immediately pulls hard from the chair. no way in hell is he going to watch you pitifully try to satisfy yourself while he can’t do a damn thing about it.

he’s your mate for crying out loud. his literal existence is tailored to pleasuring and treating you, but you want him to sit and watch as you do a piss poor job at doing his job?

“c’mon doll,” he pants, clenching his jaw as his dark green eyes flutter between staring at your pretty face and pussy. “i was only messin’ with ya. i’ll pull out— promise.”

you ignore him, knowing that he’s saying whatever he can so you’ll release him. you hum as your fingers continue to lightly rub and tease yourself for his viewing.

toji growls and curses. his body is aching for a taste of you. he knows he can bring you more pleasure than what you’re doing right now, but also, his cock is straining so hard against the ropes, it feels like he’s about to burst a blood vessel.

when you slip two fingers into your slick channel, something akin to a whine flees toji’s lips. he’s been reduced to a dog — sitting at the foot of your bed, watching helplessly as you leisurely pump your fingers in and out.

his hips try to buck upwards, and he lets out a strangled groan as the rope rubs up and down his length. it’s the only friction he can get right now.

“tojiii~” you whine, trying to reach the spot with your fingers that he knows all too well.

“i know, baby, i know,” he grunts, still awkwardly rocking his hips to get the smallest amount of friction. “let me out so i can take care of ya. c’mon, let your alpha take care of you,”

that sounds like a perfect idea, you think as you reach back over to the bedside drawer, pulling out a dildo that was completely modeled after toji’s cock — every ridge and vein for when he was gone on overnight hits.

“no,” he growls, seeing the look of mischief on your face. “that’s not—“

his words crumble as soon as he sees you wrap your pretty lips around the tip of the dildo. you’re so fucking stunning like this. he flexes his muscles, trying to break his way out of the chair to get to you.

the chair creaks in protest, and the ropes only grow tighter against his skin. he realizes he’s sweating as he watches you get up on your knees on the bed. your dildo on the mattress, pointed upwards so you can ride it right in front of him.

the look of relief on your face as you slowly stretch yourself out on his fake tip makes him nearly whine. he’s never begged for anything in his life, but he’s close to begging for you to let him out.

he’s completely enamored by the way you’re taking fake him so well. you’ve got tears in your eyes, undoubtedly feeling the slight burn of being filled so full, but he knows you can take it.

his hips move in sync with yours, letting the rope rub against his fat cock as you slowly adjust and bounce on your dildo.

“please—“ he finally grunts in a breathy whisper when you bottom out. he can barely take it anymore, watching you while not being able to touch himself.

“please what?” you taunt in a breathy tone, still slowly dragging your hips up and down along the pretty dildo.

toji doesn’t even know what he’s begging for. he only knows that he needs you carnally. “fucking, brat— you know i need you,”

“mmmph! sounds like you haven’t learned your lesson.”

oh and you look oh so pretty while taking his fake dick. he can’t even pull his eyes away from you. his hips are shakily rutting into the ropes, taking what little friction he can get in stride.

“fuck, toji..” you gasp, causing him to let out a strangled growl. his head tips back, and you take a moment to admire his big beefy body all tied down and sweaty. his pheromones are honestly starting to overpower yours, and it’s dizzying.

he’s basically whimpering, humping the air like a dog as his eyes are glued to how your slick folds are accepting the dildo so well. he can feel just how well you’d take him in this situation. he’d be able to feel every little flutter and clench around his thick cock.

“please,” he tries again. he’s broken for you. never in his life would he think that he would beg for anything, but you’re too sweet of a prize to let his pride ruin. “please doll… let your alpha come take care of you. i’ll… i’ll be good.”

meanwhile, your hips are bouncing up and down aggressively. the dildo modeled after his cock feels so damn good, filling you up entirely and nudging against the spot that makes you see stars, but it’s no where close to the real thing. still, toji’s scent and whimpering is enough to keep you going.

“yeah?” you pant, “you’ll be g-good? how so?”

the chair creaks as toji’s hips are working hard. he’s matching your pace, trying to picture you riding him like that. “i’ll lay down and let you use me.. fuck, you can take what you want from me, doll. i’m yours.. just please…”

the wet sounds of your sliding up and down the girthy rubber dildo along with the chair violently creaking with each pathetic hump toji’s hips make fill the air. he’s completely whimpering now, damn near sobbing about how he’ll be a good boy for his omega. you fear you’ve unlocked something deep inside him.

it’s all too much. your body begins to quiver as your muscles draw taut. you’re so close, and the nagging fear of not being able to finish without toji’s help slithers into your brain.

“god— fuucking dammit,” a strangled growl get your attention, and you look to see toji with his head tilted back. his rutting is messy and losing it’s rhythm. then, you see the wet spot in his boxers.

he came without any touch.

the pathetic sight is enough to throw your right over the edge, sending you into oblivion as you cry out on the dildo. toji’s still pumping his hips like he’s trying to telepathically fuck you through your orgasm.

after a moment, the room falls into a deadly quiet. you look at toji while panting, knowing you have to untie him and some point, and he’s going to give you hell to pay.

@theuniversesnepobaby here’s sub toji that you’ve been wanting

[bunnibombz]

Alpha! Simon who packs his overnight bag when Price called him for assistance, though a little apprehensive despite the other Alpha's reassurance. It would only be for a night or two. Your heat had gone on longer than it ever had before and showed no signs of stopping, John hadn't slept in nearly four days despite breaks and had reached his limit.

Alpha! Simon who is immediately on edge the moment he steps into the house. Filled with the scent of your heat and the protective pheromones of the Alpha chugging a bottle of water in front of him. The older Alpha reassured him again, running through the game plan like the military Captain he was. John would shower, eat, and sleep for an hour or two and then take over when need be.

Alpha! Simon who felt better about this situation knowing that you weren't bonded yet, wanting to wait until you were married next year. and also knowing that this scenario had been discussed in length before your heat with Simon in mind. Knowing you trusted him so much had his heart pounding.

Alpha! Simon who knew it wasn't conventual for an Alpha with their Omega in heat to ask another for help but was willing to do anything, especially for you.

Alpha! Simon who was all soft rumbling purrs and hushed tones when he opened the bedroom after being bid upstairs by Price when he heard you begin whimpering. You showed no signs of distress as he laid a warm hand against your shoulder, your scent brightening a bit and untying the knot that had formed in his stomach.

Alpha! Simon who practically melted under your touch as you pulled yourself into his arms, rubbing your scent on any bare skin you could find, his cock swelling and teeth aching under the thick pheromones of your heat

Alpha! Simon who, in an attempt to control his instincts, lays you down against the sheets despite your whines of protest and slots two of his fingers in your wet pussy with ease, stifling the satisfied growl that threatened to spill as your slick leaked down his fingers.

"s'allright Lovie, I'll take care of you for a bit," Simon murmured, throbbing in his pants when you began fucking yourself on his fingers as he curled and flexed them to reach that soft spot inside of you, "sweet little bunny, cum for me and I'll give it all to you"

[kissandtellus]

Lemurian Nights: Omegaverse Version

Synopsis: This is a full-length version of my ‘Into The Slick’ of it Drabble! Alpha!Rafayel is fighting his Rut which involves you, a bathtub, and double the trouble.

Warnings: Omegaverse,Merfolk Sexy Time, Bath tub Smex, Double Merfolk D’s, Talk of Oviposition, possible spoilers for RAF’s myth, Breeding quink.

The soft lull of the classical music playing over the old record player filled the bathroom. The open area gave way to the foggy glass mirror that separated the massive bath tub from the rest of the lavatory.

From the frosted glass, a shimmering blue fin flicked in irritation. You rounded the corner with the fresh fruit your loving mate had requested. The bathtub, although big enough to fit 5 more people, was still just a bit too small for the massive Lemurian.

Despite his intimidating size, the claws on his webbed hands and the way his fangs glinted in the moonlight, he was pouting.

“I came as fast as I could. Do you know how hard it is to find strawberries out of season?” You put down the paper bag and scooped the container of strawberries out. “Here, your Highness.” He looks at the plastic container as if it were poison itself.

“You know I don’t touch such…awful things.” Oh even in the throes of Rut he is a Drama King. You sigh and pluck out a strawberry, pulling off the green stem. You hold it to his lips and he takes a small bite. The red juice stained his fans, the tiniest bit of juice leaking from his mouth.

He takes his time with the strawberry. It’s…intimate. And for some reason he doesn’t take his eyes off of you when his tongue pushes forth past the sweet juices and flicks up-

“Rafayel! No!” You scold, your face exploding in a blush.

Rafayel’s pout deepens and he eats the rest of the strawberry in a single bite, fangs barely nipping at your finger tips. “No fuwm.” He mumbles with a mouth full of berry. He swallows the treat, his pink tongue darting to clean the corner of his mouth.

His smell, the musk of an Alpha but somehow more…floral….permeates the bathroom. “Do you know why I chose strawberries?” He hums, grasping your sleeper to pull your hand to his mouth. His tongue licks between your fingers, being careful to get every last drop.

“They smell like your sweet cunt.” Rafayel wasn’t above using expletives, but it never lessened the shock of the Alpha growl behind his voice. “Taste like it t-“

“Rafayel, no. You made me promise.” But you were just a sweet, simple Omega! An Omega who would be going against the laws of nature if you ignored his command, right?

No. No, Rafayel wasn’t a normal Alpha. The large, merman-like tail flicking over the side of the tub was evidence enough of that.

But his grip was unyielding. The blue eyes tinged with pink star who down like prey. His hand guided yours against the toned muscles of his abs.

“Just a touch- no-more.” His mind was warring with himself. He wanted all of you. If he weren’t in such a godforsaken bathtub-

His hand guided yours to the slit on his tail, right where his normal groin would be. There, a slit you had never really noticed, rested. Usually such an office would be closed tight, but for an Alpha in Rut, it was nearly impossible.

But the sweet noise that fell from Rafayel’s lips was intoxicating.

“Please…” His whisper was breathless. He guided your finger tips up and down the slit, his free claw scratching into the porcelain tub. “Almost-…”

The slit blossomed like a flower. From it, bloomed not one, but two cocks. Not the stereotypical lengths that other Alpha’s proudly presented like an honor. No, these ones were longer, tendril like and smooth.

Rafayel’s arched spine returned to a relax position, panting as if he had ran a marathon. A thin sheen of sweat glistened against his already wet chest.

He looks up at your through lidded eyes, his grip on your wrist tightening just slightly.

“You can’t just leave me like this.” He whines pitifully. He leans over the edge of the tub towards you. What water droplets collecting on your skirt. “It would be so unfair, Miss Bodyguard. Aren’t you here to protect me?” His voice is nearly a purr now.

Those mischievous eyes now flashed with something new, a hunger.

His body shuddered violently as the twin organs emerged, already hard and leaking pre-cum. The larger one was thick and veiny, while the smaller was slender and more sensitive. Both twitched and pulsed with need. “I can't... can't hold them back... please, my love, help me...”

What sort of mate would you be if you left him in such a condition?

His voice was a desperate whine now, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back his release. The twin cocks slapped against the water's surface, dripping with clear liquid. “I'll go insane if you don't. Please... just wrap your hand around them... squeeze them, anything.”

You let him guide your hand back around his cock. The thickness far too much for just one hand. “Just a touch, okay?” You whisper.

He nodded frantically, his eyes pleading and desperate. His breath hitched as your hand hovered over his leaking cocks, the anticipation almost too much to bear. When your fingers finally wrapped around his twin organs, he let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking into your touch.

The moment your hand made contact, his body relaxed slightly, but the need was still overwhelming. He watched you through heavy-lidded eyes as you stroked him slowly, his tail swishing in the water. "More... please, faster!” His voice was strained, filled with desperate desire.

His chest heaved as he panted heavily, his hips moving in time with your strokes. The larger cock throbbed in your palm, while the smaller one twitched and leaked constantly. He could feel the pressure building inside him, his orgasm approaching quickly. “I'm... I'm close-please Cutie-“

With a choked cry, his body tensed and his twin cocks pulsed violently in your hand. Rope after rope of thick, pearly cum spilled into the water, staining it white. The smaller cock squirted weaker bursts while the larger one emptied itself completely, draining him dry.

You cooed at him as his tail thrashed violently, his face flushed as a blush sat under his eyes. “Good boy. Feel better?”

He collapsed back into the tub, boneless and spent, his twin cocks twitching weakly as the last drops of cum leaked out. A shuddering sigh escaped him at your praise, his cotton-candy eyes drooped with satisfaction and embarrassment. “Not fair..." he murmured weakly.

He was far from done. His Rut was building up faster than before. He needed to knit, needed to breed. And fuck, you smelled delicious.

His body began to tremble again almost immediately after the first release. The scent of your arousal filled the air like a sweet perfume, driving him wild once more. His cocks started to harden again despite just having emptied himself completely. "Need..." he moaned softly.

His eyes locked onto yours, filled with desperate hunger. He started to move towards you in the water, his tail wrapping around your leg possessively. “Need to breed.l His voice was low and growling now, the scent of his rut filling the room. “Need my cocks inside you.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. You could run if you wanted to. In this state, he was confined to the tub. Rafayel seemed to see the hesitance on your gaze.

You swallow the lump in your throat. You could run if you wanted to. In this state, he was confined to the tub. Rafayel seemed to see the hesitance on your gaze.

His eyes searched yours intensely, understanding your hesitation. With deliberate slowness, he leaned against the edge of the tub, showing he wouldn't lunge. "Fuck..." He ran a hand through his wet hair, breathing heavily. “Come-come here... or leave."

He was trying to hold himself back, if only for a moment. But he was a creature of habit, a hunter. So when you dropped your guard and leaned forward, the merman lunged.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the tub with him. Water splashed everywhere as he tackled you backwards onto the smooth marble floor of the tub. His twin cocks pressed urgently against your stomach and hips as he pinned you down, golden eyes wild with rut-driven need. “Caught ya.”

Your skirt was hiked up your legs, the water was up close to your ears. An inch or two more and your head would be submerged. Rafayel was always sort of intimidating. His cocky attitude, witty mind and his unwillingness to back down was the charm that drove you to him.

But now as he was leaned above you, overshadowing your body, you never felt so afraid aroused.

The two tendril-like cocks pressed insistently even through the thing cotton of your panties. You clung to the scales on his arms, yelping under his weight.

“Raf-! I-a-ah! Wait-!”

“No waiting.” He growled against the plane of your throat. His nose bumped against the thin bandage covering your scent glands. They were swollen, pulsating, barely contained under the bandage. “Off.” He growled.

Your shaking fingers peeled away the scent patches and Rafayel nearly came at that very moment. His tail flipped against the water, splashing water into the bathroom floor as he dove in.

His fangs nipped, sucked, threatened to pierce the flesh of your throat. His cocks rutted against the soaked fabric of your underwear. Rafayel took a deep whiff of your throat, his arms keeping his upper body upright around your shoulders.

“You smell divine~.” He purred. His tongue-had it always been so sharp?-lapped at your scent gland. “Let me in, little human. I promise I won’t bite too hard.” With a hand on your hip, he flipped you both over. You were now straddling his tail, the thick, muscled flesh rippling between your thighs.

His webbed claw tears through the fabric as if it’s nothing but paper. “Ah, there she is. So fuckin’ pretty.” The way your glistening walls met his line of sight was something no amount of expensive paint could capture again. You were slowly losing yourself to him. His pretty words, pretty cock and those sweet pheromones were far too much.

“Rafayel, need-need you-“

“I know what you need, Cutie. Sit up for me.” With a clawed hand on your lower back he pushed you forward enough for his larger cock to slowly-. “Bigggg stretch, Sweetheart.”

And GOD was it a big stretch. He was filling every nook and cranny of your cunt. The smooth service of his length gave little resistance. Just when you thought in there couldn’t be more, yet another inch wormed its way inside.

Rafayel’s mouth fell open. His Rut was doing more talking than his mind was. “Beautiful, Beautiful-My Beautiful Girl-“ His common tongue became intermingled with words you could only assume was Ancient Lemurian.

But your brain was too frazzled to differentiate the two. When your plush lips finally made contact with the slimy slit at the base of his length, your mind was numb.

Rafayel was an impatient soul. Without giving you a second to adjust, he was using that sinful tail as leverage to drive up into you. “Raf! I-ahhh, shit!”

Rafayel growled, sharp fangs nipping at the flesh of your shoulder. “Watch your mouth, pretty art pieces shouldn’t speak such filth.”

How did he expect you to act when he was drilling into you at a pace that should be impossible for his merfolk tail in a cramped tub. His claws shredded through your remaining clothing. The pieces floated in what was left of the bath water.

Rafayel was bursting at the seams. “That’s right, right there-you look so good taking my cock.” He praised. His cock rammed into your over sensitive cervix. He bullied his way in, your juices coating the pink flesh. But then-oh.

“No! Raf, just one! I can’t-“

“Hush, deep breath My Lady,” his lips encircled your nipple, the second cock, eager and leaking, insistently nudged right by his first one. “Relax Cutie, don’t take my precious jewels now.”

You get him back later for his teasing. But right now, all you could focus on was the delicious burning as his second cock forced its way inside. Lemurian Omega’s could’ve easily taken both of his lengths with practiced ease. But a tight thing like you needed to be coerced. Pleaded with.

“Look how well you accept me. Your body knows who it’s true God is, hm?” He looked like a hungry animal as he watched you sob, babble even, over the stretch. “Oh Hush, you can take it.”

With a final, firm thrust, both lengths were buried to the hilt. A white flash blinded your vision. So hot, the heat in your lower tummy. You hadn’t even realized what had happened until Rafayel’s shocked laughter echoed in the bathroom.

“Did you just-? Oh Cutie, look at you! My little waterworks!” When you had the courage to peel open your eyes, his abdomen above his tail wasn’t soaked in water, but your juices.

Your face erupted in a deep blush and you wanted nothing more than to disappear. But Rafayel wouldn’t let that happen. You tried covering your face, but Rafayel pulled away your hands and kissed each palm.

“Don’t be embarrassed, we have so much to accomplish.” He held your wrist in one hand against your lower stomach, the other digging his claws into your hip.

The bathroom became a symphony of eager cries, growls of pleasure and the splashing of water.

Rafayel’s multi-colored eyes were glazed with need. This was right where he belonged. In his true form, rutting up into his Beloved Bride, breeding a sweet cunt he’d wait another 600 years to taste.

The ache in your stomach built up again. Each length took its turn battering into your more than willing pussy. The slick noises edged you both on. The smell of sex and pheromones overwhelmed the bathroom.

Your gummy walls are just as mean to his poor cocks. Milking him for every drop he would seem release like tidal waves into your orfice.

“Kiss me.”

The Demand of a Sea God couldn’t be ignored. Your mouths meshed in a battle for dominance. Humans had sharp teeth in ruts and heat, but nothing compared to the massive fangs resting in his jaw. Your lips with nipped at, bruised and one even split from his kisses but you couldn’t care less.

Rafayel let go of your wrist to grip the edge of the tub. His hair clung to his forehead as he panted. “Gonna fill you so full-“ You chest tightened at his words. You weren’t on any protection. He was in Rut, and god knows how potent Lemurian males were in Rut.

“N-no, hold on-“

“What?” He pouts, that innocent face would be so adorable if he wasn’t driving up into you like his life depended on it. “Don’t you want my pretty eggs? Oh we’d have such cute hatchlings.” His claw presses in your lower abdomen-where you could feel his cock-and where his eggs would lay. “I’ll take you to the sea to lay them. I’ll be the one feeding you fruits. I’ll be the one singing them Lemurian lullaby’s. I’ll be the one worshipping you-.”

“Cum in me.”

“What?”

“Breed me.”

How could he deny his Queen?

Rafayel didn’t need to be told twice. The command itself sent him tumbling into a spiral. The remaining bath water was splashed across the marble floors. His eyes rolled back, a ferocious growl echoing in your ears. Your walls clamped down around his dual cocks as you both reached the peak.

The first few spurts were expected, but when it kept going- “Raf!”

He wrapped his arms around you, refusing to let you escape him so quickly. “Easy Girl, they’re not done yet.” How much cum could he possibly have?!

Each spurt sent a warm feeling in your tummy that had you sobbing from pleasure. Your aching walls weren’t helping. When Rafayel gave one final groan and released you to lay against his chest, the iridescent cum trickled down your shaking thighs. It resembled pearls, all shiny and reflecting in the sunset peeking through the windows.

“Rest now, My Love. My Beautiful Queen.”

[lay-z]

pregnant!omega!Reader being insatiable at five months pregnant and driving your alpha mates wild with your neediness. — [ 18+ ] PRT. 1 | Kyle & Johnny

You keep whining and yowling dramatically, calling out to all four of them in your cozy nest, and smiling slyly, when you hear their swift feet carry them to you—like a pampered princess ringing a tiny bell for her servants.

Only that instead of food or drink, you require their fat knots and hot mouths instead.

"Steamin' Jesus," Johnny groans, dragging his tongue over the curve of your large baby bump, up to the valley between your swollen breasts. "Gonna give us a bloody heart attack one o' these days, hen."

Next to you, Kyle nuzzles your throat, tugging on your hair to gently tilt your head back for better access.

"Let her be, Soap, our sweet 'mega needs us." He sucks a mark into your neck, eliciting a moan from you while his chest rumbles with a growl.

They're both as naked as you are, warm and solid as they surround you just how the doctor said they should whenever you get anxious and needy; filling the nest with their calming scents, pheromones oozing oof their skin, aphrodisiacs tangy in their saliva.

Johnny peppers wet, open-mouthed kisses over your swollen breasts, lavishing them with sweet attention while your darkened nipples peak and tighten, causing your toes to curl and your breath to hitch with a pained whine.

Both alphas growl softly, all too aware of your sore body, and the strain the two unborn pups are putting on your lovely body.

"Lemme help ye, luv," Johnny husks, licking his lips as he gazes up at you with dark eyes, dark like the deep blue sea. "Lemme taste ye, aye? Ease tha' pressure in yer bonnie tits."

Kyle utters a breathy curse against your spit-slick skin as Johnny's words affect him, too. He pulls back to look at the other alpha before cupping your jaw to smooch your lips, murmuring: "I want to help you, too, baby. Can we?"

You nod, panting softly as your eyes flit between them. They both look utterly wrecked already—lips swollen, eyes hazy, cocks hard and pulsing between their muscular thighs.

"Yes, okay," you mewl, huffing as you prop yourself up in your elbows while Kyle helps you. "I need your help."

Their nostrils flare at your pathetic little mewls, bulging muscles flexing with restraint as they shift their positions, laying down on each of your side.

"Been fuckin' dreamin' about tastin' yer milk, luv. Fuck." Johnny is beaming, his cockhead leaking clear droplets of pre as he slowly ruts against your thigh, dragging the sticky mess along your supple skin. "Am starvin' f'ye."

Kyle cups your left tit reverently, thumbs over your stiff nipple before rolling it between rough fingertips until a small drop of pale golden liquid dribbles over his knuckles.

"Holy shite, lookit this, baby." He swallows thickly and his throat bobs. "You're leakin' for us." Johnny snarls at the sight, something wild and feral clawing behind his ribcage, and Kyle growls at him. "Easy there, Soap. Don't scare her."

"S-Sorry," he mutters, and his buff chest heaves with panting breaths; sweat matting the dark hairs on his pecs and running down his taut stomach. "Ah'll behave, hen."

When they both finally latch onto each of your ample breasts, plump lips closing around puffy nipples, your eyes roll back so hard, you fear you might faint at the sudden jolts of relief and pleasure wrecking through your body.

Kyle suckles gently, circling your sensitive areola with the tip of his tongue while massaging the underside of your breast with his hand to make you leak more milk into his eager mouth, his hazel eyes shut in bliss, dark lashes fluttering over his high cheekbones.

Johnny, on your other side, sucks on your tit like he's at the verge of dehydration, one hand splayed on the curve of your large belly possessively. His moans are muffled, his jaw unhinged to fit more of your flesh into his mouth while he drools and huffs breaths through his nostrils, eyes twinkling like azure gemstones as he stares at you adoringly, unblinking.

Words leave you as your body and mind succumb to the feeling of your alpha mates taking care of you so eagerly, so loving. Your head lolls back, your back arches as the tension leaves your chest only to pool between your legs, wet and warm.

When your angled knees fall apart and the scent of your arousal becomes more prominent in the air around the master bedroom, both Kyle and Johnny act instinctively—two different hands sliding between your legs to cup and toy with your mound.

Fingers petting your bush, parting your folds until you mewl and moan, exposing your slick heat to the air until your clit swells even more, pulsing with need.

"S' fuckin' good, luv," Johnny mutters around your nipple, liquid dribbling from the corners of his mouth to run down his stubbly chin, looking like a fat puppy high on mommy's milk.

"Taste bloody divine," Kyle agrees, flicking his tongue over your nipple with a lewd groan before kissing the spot where your heart flutters rapidly while his fingers rub figure eights over your swollen clit, changing between fast and slow strokes until you're panting and dizzy with arousal.

"Ngh–Kyle–" you sob, nails digging into the plush blankets underneaths you as your legs begin to tremble; your climax building up deep and intense at the base of your spine.

Suddenly, Johnny slips two fingers into your sopping cunt, grinning against your tit as you yip wantonly. "Tha's right, lovie," he murmurs, his voice a low gravel. "Feel us both, aye?" He curls his fingers deeply inside your silky walls, brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly as he fingerfucks you slowly.

Their simultaneous stimulation and the lewd suckling and smacking of their lips against your tits is enough to make you combust, bracketed between them—all warm and needy and safe.

You cry out when you climax, face twisting in pleasure-pain as your spine curves against their bodies, belly bulging while your pussy quivers and clenches; gummy walls sucking Johnny's thick fingers in, clit throbbing under Kyle's fingertips.

They watch with glee and awe as you fall apart between them, eyes glinting with pride, and cocks twitching and drooling precum with raw desire for their perfect omega.

"Beautiful," Kyle breathes, leaning in to nose along your jawline before helping you ease down on your back again. "So bloody gorgeous, babe."

You go pliant, blood rushing like warm molasses in your veins, eyes glossy and unfocused as you shudder with pleasant aftershocks when Johnny pulls his fingers out of your fluttering hole.

"Aye." He grins, gazing down at you with a cheeky grin. "The bonniest 'nd best fuckin' omega there is, and ye're all ours."

And then he brings his fingers up to lick your syrupy slick from his digits with a lewd moan, eyes rolling back into their sockets as the saccharine taste of you bursts on his tongue, mixing with the aftertaste of your sweet colostrum.

"Oi, ye muppets!" Price's voice suddenly booms through the house, causing both younger alphas to duck their heads, eyes wide with shock and slight fear of possible consequences.

You're too blissed out to care, fully aware that no harm or reprimand would ever come to you in this state, while both Johnny and Kyle whimper deep in their throats, squirming and rather panicked as they look at each other for help.

Then, two pairs of heavy steps can be heard marching up the stairs.

Price and Simon. You giggle softly, rubbing one hand over your pregnant belly as your puppies stir at the commotion.

The door to the master bedroom flings open, revealing two more rather pissed looking alphas.

"Oh... shite," Johnny grumbles, curling up behind you while Kyle glares at him, huffing: "Bloody coward."

"You both knows she's supposed to be resting," Price growls lowly, hands tightening into fists as he assesses the scene.

Next to him, Simon rucks his balaclava up to sniff the thick air sharply before he snarls: "Could've called us, too, ya fuckin' twonks."

[sailorsoons]

Please | Teaser (c.sc)

PAIRING: Alpha!Seungcheol x Omega! f.reader 

SUMMARY: A heatwave in your city makes dealing with your hormones more difficult than usual. Getting locked in a lobby at work for an hour with an alpha makes it ten times worse. Thankfully, Seungcheol is there to help you - and maybe a little more. 

WC: TBD

AU: Omegaverse, Coworkers to Lovers

GENRE: Smut, A bit of Fluff, the barest hint of angst

RATING: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

TEASER WARNINGS: Reader is suffering a medical event (going into heat while locked in at work) and is distressed, a little bit of internal shame at falling apart in front of Seungcheol, reader needs assistance to get to a car etc. a/b/o dynamics. 

A/N: I lost all sense and control of myself. I’ve wanted to write a/b/o for so long and I finally gave up and dove in head first with this one. It’s very light on the actual science/society/tropes but outside of a random fic I did a few years ago, this is my actual first attempt at the genre :)

A/N 2: This is your friendly neighborhood reminder that a/b/o should always be written with the backslashes included, as the acronym without them is a slur in some countries. Please be mindful :)

MASTERLIST | ASK |

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“Hey,” Seungcheol says, causing you to look at him. His face is soft. Concerned. “You still with me?”

The way he says it, soft and gentle make things worse. Makes you want to whine and cross the lobby floor to him, to let him pull you in tight and tell you it’ll be okay. To comfort you. The desire is so bad that you realize you’re much farther into Stage 1 than you thought.

Panic starts to nip at your heels. You’re unsure what to do. There’s nothing on you besides your nasal spray and your patches to help you out, but those aren’t what you need. Your patches protect others from your scent and the nasal spray protects you from others - from Seungcheol. 

You try to answer, but your voice catches in your throat, coming out thin and shaky. “I’m okay.”

“Are you in prodrome?” he asks quietly, voice pitched low and careful.

You flinch when he finally says it out loud, letting the acknowledgement ring in the lobby. You close your eyes for a moment, your silence an answer in itself. 

Seungcheol sighs and pulls his phone back out of his pocket, dialing as he lifts it to his ear. “Yeah, I know. Look, you need to expedite. My colleague needs medical assistance and we’re still locked in the lobby. No… no.” Seungcheol glances at you. “She’s experiencing prodrome. Can you please expedite? Yes. Thank you.” 

He hangs up and turns back to you, stepping slowly so he doesn’t overwhelm, arms loose at his sides in a show of calm. “They’re sending someone now. Shouldn’t be long.”

You nod, but your breathing is uneven, shallow now. You can feel the sweat dripping down your spine, the pressure behind your eyes. Everything smells too sharp, too thick. Especially him. Spice and warmth and safety. It’s awful. 

Seungcheol stays where he is, a careful distance between you, but his voice is steady when he says, “Tell me what you need. What I can do to help.”

“I’m fine.”

“I mean it. If you need space, I’ll back off. If you need something cold, we’ll figure it out. Just don’t… don’t try to pretend this isn’t happening. Let me help you.” 

The kindness in his voice cracks something in your chest. No judgment, no pressure, just him, steady and solid, offering help while your body betrays you one symptom at a time. 

You swallow hard. “I just need to get out. I just need to make it home before it gets worse.”

Seungcheol nods, no hesitation. “Then we’ll get you home. I promise.”

Time moves like molasses. The silence between you thickens. You give up on standing, sitting on the cool tile floor. It only offers momentary respite until you’re panting again, struggling to maintain your grip on yourself. 

It’s not working. Your entire body is pulsing, tingling, burning in waves that crest and fall without rhythm. Your skin itches with hypersensitivity, every shift of your clothes unbearable, your breath slow and ragged. It feels like you’re melting, burning up from the forge in your chest.

You can feel Seungcheol watching you from his assigned corner. He says nothing, keeping a respectful distance. You steal a glance at him through bleary eyes. He’s just leaning against the wall, hands clenched and jaw tight. He’s doing his best to appear calm, but you see signs of irritation. His throat works and your eyes linger on the way his Adam's apple bobs for too long. You think about sinking your teeth into his neck, tasting him-

His scent, normally warm and grounded, spikes. You sense the shift and it makes you squirm, pressing yourself further into the wall. You look away from him, hiding your face in your shoulder while you squeeze your eyes shut as another wave of cramping crashes into you. 

Seungcheol’s irritation is sharp. Shame floods you, thick and fast. Of course he’s annoyed. Today has gone from bad to worse. He’s now stuck in a lobby with an omega in prodrome, a liability that he now has to be responsible for, and you’re barely holding it together, shaking like a live wire. You’re stuck, and he’s stuck with you, and-

The lobby doors beep and hiss open. You don’t even lift your head. Don’t even hear the first few words from the guards. You only feel cool night air and the sudden shift in pressure, making you keen and melt into the tile. 

Seungcheol appears at your side, his scent fading from acrid to soothing. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, crouching down to your level. It’s the closest he’s been to you all day. You feel the heat of him, the nearness overwhelming. “They’re here. We can go.”

You don’t move. The thought of moving suddenly seems like an insurmountable task. Your world is tilting, your ears ringing. Your limbs feel detached from your brain and your body is locked, curled in on itself. Heat prickles across your skin like static.

Worst of all, you’re starting to panic. Fear sets in, stabbing deep. You don’t know how to get up and take the train home. Don’t know how to get yourself up the stairs and into your apartment. To the cabinet to take a suppressant. To the fridge for water. 

Seungcheol’s voice sharpens. “Hey. Look at me.”

It’s a command. You blink up at him, barely able to focus. Something flashes behind his eyes and he’s on the phone again. “Hi, I need emergency assistance for an omega. She’s in heat prodrome and she’s deteriorating fast. No, she’s conscious. She’s overheating, but having trouble standing and struggling to focus. I have no idea what to do.” 

You barely hear the voice on the other end of the line, but Seungcheol does. His expression shifts, each word they say tightening his jaw.

“She’s a coworker - we were locked in a lobby at work but I can take her to an omega hospital.” You whimper and shake your head vehemently, whining. He softens. “They said they can give you a heat inhibitor on-site” 

“No,” you pant. “Those hurt.”

He nods. “I can’t do that, she doesn’t want to go.” The operator says something else and he nods. His eyes tighten at the corners and he glances at you. “I can take you to a service clinic. They can assign you-”

“Home,” you plead. “I just need to get home. I can- I can deal with it.”

“I don’t know… do you have um. Do you have an alpha you usually…?”

“No.”

Tears well up fast and hot, blurring your vision, sliding down your cheeks in silent streaks. Your whole body feels wrong, like you’ve been unraveled from the inside, trembling and raw.

“I just want to go home,” you whisper, folding in on yourself. “I have my meds. I can manage if I can just get home. Please.”

He repeats what you say into the phone. They say something and he shakes his head and hangs up, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Okay. Alright. We’re going to get you home, okay?”

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[insomniakisses]

Fortnite Fun

Warnings/Notes: Stepcest, step-sis Paige x step-sis reader, Omegaverse au, alpha Paige, she has a dick and a knot, Omega reader, AFAB reader, gendered terms like 'Babygirl' , sexual natured fic, 18+ fic, minors DNI, daddy kink, unprotected sex, Slight Voyeurism since someone's listening, knotting, claiming, bites small mention of blood, possessive Paige, innocent reader. Based on this ask

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Paige had been teasing you all fucking day. Rubbing up on you, making dirty comments, she even hugged you from behind and slipped her fingers into your pants to rub your clit.

You were a flustered and blushing mess by the time night came. She had worked you up all day just to go to her room and hop on fortnight with KK. You had tried to give yourself some relief, but nothing seemed to work.

You knew what was happening between you and Paige was wrong; she was your step- sister and you were unmated. Yet all the girl seemed to do was tease you and make you wet, not to mention that time she got in the shower with you and fucked between your thighs as she kissed your neck.

There was just something so intoxicating about her, her scent that sweet scent of Lillies mixed with delicious S’mores. It followed her around, clinging to the air around you anytime she passed. It coated your clothes after hugs and drove you insane.

Paige knew just how to mess with you, wearing scent enhancers and going commando under her grey sweats, hell she even sometimes walked around naked.

This whole week she had been particularly mean with how shed whisper what she wanted to do to you in your ear as she pressed up against you. How she’d jerk herself on the couch right in front of you or leave the door open when she showered. There wasn’t a day she didn’t slip her fingers into your underwear either.

All of this had led to tonight, the way you slammed her door open and glared at her. You didn’t give a shit that KK was on the coms or that she was in the middle of a game, you just wanted to yell or scream at her.

Paige, of course, was one step ahead. Her sweats kicked off leaving her in just an unbuttoned shirt and cock hard and twitching against abs. Pre dripping into her happy trail.

“C’mere Babygirl, have a seat right here for me” she called out, eyes focused on the game like she wasn’t asking u to sit on her cock.

Your cheeks flushed as you let out a shaky “Paige…” but you didn’t give as you were told almost like you were in a trance. Clothes coming off and being thrown somewhere as you made your way over to her before she helped you up into her lap.

Your first instinct to face her and shove your face into her neck, inhaling the scent you love so much. But she simply chuckled. “No no Babygirl, this way.” She guided you then, making u face the screen as she lowered you onto her cock.

You whined and moaned as she held you tight forcing you to take every inch of her cock. You’d never had something so big inside you. When she bottomed out her tip kissed your cervix with ever twitch and she groaned at the feeling while your eyes glazed over as you felt the start of your slip to omega space.

She hummed then wrapping her arms around you and leaning her head against you. Placing open mouth kisses to your neck and shoulder, occasionally slipping in a suck or bite to get a reaction from you.

You were good for about 2 minutes before you tried to move, wanting to feel something anything other than the ache of her cock pressing deep inside you unmoving. But she just growled at you, tightening her grip and biting into your shoulder as a warning.

“Stay still slut, or you get a punishment not a reward.” Her words were harsh, growled out as she killed someone in game and talked to KK like you weren’t even there.

It had you whining, you needed something. Some form of pleasure of acknowledgement. You turned your head and placed kisses to her jaw, soft whimpering escaping your lips. “P-please Paige… daddy I can’t... I need more please” you pouted then, she always folded for your pout, and she cooed placing a kiss against your lips before humming.

“Okay my good girl,” her voice was soft and coated in sympathy. Whether real or fake you were too cocky drunk to tell. “Here you go Babygirl.”

You expected her to thrust or give you the go ahead to ride her but none of that happened. Instead, she grabbed your thighs placing each leg over the arms of the chair. Forcing you to spread for her, the moving seemingly making her sink deeper into you. The pressure of her tip pushing against your cervix growing.

Her hand then fell between your thighs, stationary for a second. She waited, till you had forgotten it was even there, then she moved. Rubbing your clit so teasingly slow as she sucked and nibbled the sweet spot on your neck.

You came. Instantly and hard. You couldn’t help it, you’d been so pent up and teased you were on the edge for hours, the faintest of touches would off sent you over. She groaned holding up her slightly wet hand, smirking against your neck. “Almost got you to squirt baby,” the flush on your cheeks darkened more by the second, especially at the next words out of her mouth. “What do you think KK? Should I make this slut squirt for me?”

You didn’t hear KKs response but by the way Paige eagerly began kissing your neck and rubbing your clit you knew her answer. But you were embarrassed, you didn’t want to make a mess, and you were fighting the incoming orgasm.

Paige tried all she could, but you clenched down on her in your efforts to avoid your orgasm, and you had indirectly caused her to have a premature one of her own. She gasped and groaned and twitched like crazy inside you as floods of sticky roped of cum painted your insides and she held you down onto her. Her tip almost poking inside your cervix with the force and deepness of her cock’s movements.

When she regained some of her composure, she was a growling mess leaving hickeys and deep bites against your skin. Game long forgotten and controller thrown somewhere else, screen coming up with the return to lobby option as they had both died.

Your focus wasn’t on that though, too busy focused on the way her cock seemed to have endless ropes to give you. Her fingers rubbing fast against your clit as she hammered her hips to thrust hard and fast into you.

You were squirting before you had time to think, legs shaking and body limp in her arms. She didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Her alpha had been pushed into breed mode, and she grabbed your hips as she stood.

Pushing you against the desk, her grip bruising as she slammed her cock in you. Groan and growls escaping her as she came over and over again. Your legs shaking and pussy dripping a mix of your juices and her cum down her cock and onto her balls.

You were so fucked out and cock drunk that you just laid your head against the desk. A mantra of “Daddy Daddy Fuck more please”Being screamed from your lips.

Paige’s own mantra of “fuck just like that, fucking take it Babygirl fuck fuck fuck” being muttered into your back as she placed open mouth kisses against it. Her knot begging to swell and catch with ever thrust as your both came again. The wet squelching of your hips meeting driving her to the edge as she rubbed your clit, needing one last big orgasm from the two of you to knot.

And when your legs shuck and she felt you clench and start to squirt against her hand she groaned and slammed into you. Her knot pushing in with a wet pop as every bit of cum she had pumped into you. Hot and sticky and filling you up so good.

Her arm scooped around your waist as she picked you up moving you with her to sit back in her lap as she sat in her chair. Nuzzling into your neck before she sucked at your mating gland softly rubbing your clit to relax you as she began to bite down. Claiming you as hers.

She pulled away after a few and licked at the mark helping it close and preventing too much blood from leaking out. You half asleep and deep into omega space against her, softly purring at the feeling of being claimed.

The room silent bar your soft purrs and Paige’s occasional quiet rumble until KK’s voice came through the speaker. “Yall nasty you know that… but if y/n ever wants a real alpha-” her sentence stopped by Paige ending the call with a growl of “Mine.” And tightening her arms. The two of you falling asleep against each other shortly after.

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a/n: its been so long since this ask but i got inspired this week!

[cloudyzeusy]

Omega Bakugou and his alpha mate taking care of him in his heat? 👉🏻👈🏻 Just sweet and smutty fluffy

Slick, Sweet, and Spoiled

pairings: katsuki X top male reader

warnings: creampie, knots, heat sex

As soon as I reached the door of my apartment, I was hit by the scent of burnt sugar and ash—Katsuki.

I’d known he was entering heat the moment I’d woken up that morning. He’d practically climbed into my lap, nuzzling and whining, trying to convince me to stay home and preen over him like he wanted. Like he so clearly needed. When I told him I couldn’t, he sparked up snapping at my "audacity" while clinging to my shirt.

If I’d had the luxury, I would’ve stayed. But unfortunately, no one in Mustafa had the decency to stop getting injured for just one damn day.

Now, I was finally home. I pushed open the barrier between me and my Omega, stopping in the entryway to breathe him in. I couldn’t help it—my own pheromones slipped into the air, thick and grounding, instinct demanding I make my presence known.

The apartment was dim, illuminated by the early setting sun, but the space was alive with Katsuki’s scent: sweet, sharp, desperate.

Gazing around our shared home, I spotted multiple open packets of spicy moshi nuggets his favorite heat food. They lay half-finished, discarded in random places.

I leaned in the doorway of our bedroom, basking in the sight before me: my Omega, instincts high, inhibitions low, curled into our nest. He’d gone all-out. The bedding was creatively decorated with my hoodies, shirts he’d stolen, and even that awful scarf his mom gave him. I caught a whiff of Kirishima and Denki in the mix—Katsuki always liked having his pack close during heat.

Unknowingly, I let more of my scent seep out, responding to his needs.

Katsuki’s head snapped up, ruby-red eyes locking onto mine. His lips were parted, cheeks flushed, sweat-damp bangs clinging to his forehead. He looked absolutely wrecked—and gorgeous.

Mine.

I stepped forward slowly, careful not to cross into the boundaries of his territory without permission.

“Katsuki,” I said softly, voice dipping into my Alpha-tone without meaning to, “how are you feeling?”

"Fucking fine, since you've were gone I handled it myself." He growled at me his face glowering at me. I slightly winced at his words, but he was more adorable in this state than intimidating.

I could see perfectly he was not "fucking fine" but bruising an omega’s pride while they are in heat. Is a sure fire way to get yourself kicked out.

I instead sat on the edge of his nest smiling softly at him. "I'm sorry for neglecting you Imega but i had no choice. "

I could see he was still annoyed but it eventually faded to want. He slightly nodded his head wrapping himself with his blanket.

I grinned and stepped into his nest without hesitation, immediately wrapping him in my arms.

He let out a light growl, territorial -but through the heat-glazed haze in his eyes, I could see the truth. He needed me desperately.

Without a word, he buried his face into my scent gland, breathing me in like oxygen.

We stayed like that for a while, his body pressed tightly against mine, his breathing finally settling as he dozed in my lap. His fists were curled in my hoodie, cheek nuzzled against my chest, and I kept running my fingers through his hair, grounding him with murmured words of praise.

But his heat doesn’t stay back for long.

Soon enough, he started to stir again—restless, fidgeting, his hips twitching. I felt it before he even spoke.

“Please... I need it,” he whispered, voice wrecked.

How the hell was I supposed to say no to that?

He rolled his hips down into my lap, and I groaned low in my throat. His slick had completely soaked through the flimsy material of his shorts, sticking to my pants.

He kissed me like he’d die without my touch—needy, panting, almost frantic. I devoured him right back, our mouths crashing together in a kiss that was more hunger than affection.

My hands wandered underneaty his shirt, as i touched his hot skin, he gasped into my mouth, jerking against me. He was so sensitive, every inch of him trembling under my touch.

He began grinding harder, rutting against me with urgent motions, his Omega instincts taking over. I had to get him undressed or he was going to ruin both our clothes.

I leaned back slightly, keeping one arm around his waist as I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt.

“Let me take this off, baby,” I murmured against his jaw, letting my lips graze the flushed skin there.

He nodded -barely- and lifted his arms without hesitation, whimpering softly when the fabric brushed over his oversensitive skin. His shirt came off in one smooth motion, and I tossed it to the side of the nest without looking.

His chest heaved with every breath. Sweat beaded at his collarbones. He was absolutely burning up. The muscles in his stomach fluttered as I traced one hand down his torso, fingertips following the sharp dips of his ribs.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Katsuki,” I whispered, letting my lips brush over his neck as I praised him. “All needy and messy for me.”

He let out a strangled moan and bucked his hips. “Don’t- don’t fucking tease—”

I hushed him with a kiss, slower this time, deeper. My hands moved to the waistband of his shorts, slick already dripping from the soaked fabric. I could feel the heat radiating off of him in waves.

“Gonna take these off, yeah?” I asked, thumb slipping under the waistband, teasing the skin of his hip.

He nodded quickly, desperation cracking his voice. “Please, please, Alpha need you, need you so bad—”

I groaned at the raw ache in his voice, and pulled his shorts down slowly, letting them drag across his thighs. They peeled away wetly, sticky with heat-slick, and he let out a breathless whimper when the cool air hit his swollen, dripping cock and flushed entrance.

“Fuck,” I murmured, taking in the sight of him. “You’re already so wet for me.”

“Because I need you,” he bit out, voice shaking with need. “You said you’d take care of me—”

“And I will.” My voice dropped into a low promise, all Alpha now. “I’ve got you, Katsuki. I’ve got you.”

I pushed him back into the nest gently, laying him down against the pile of stolen shirts and familiar fabrics. His thighs fell open without protest, slick glistening between them, and he reached for me- eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted, every inch of him screaming want.

“Don’t make me wait,” he whispered.

I didn’t plan to.

"Katsuki. If you want me to take care of you you'll have to be patient." I said sternly stopping all stimulation looking him dead in the eye so he knwew i wasnt playing.

I laid him back against the bed, shifting down between his thighs, I settled in where I had the perfect view of his flushed, trembling body. I slid a single finger inside him, and his whole face lit up- eyes fluttering, lips parting, the tension in his shoulders easing all at once. He knew he was finally going to get the pleasure he deserved.

I added a second finger quickly, the slick coating him making it easy to scissor and stretch him open. His heat had left him so soft, so wet—his body ready to take anything I gave.

“Alpha... Alpha!” he cried out, voice high and broken, grinding back against my hand with desperate little rolls of his hips. His thighs were trembling on either side of me, slick glistening as it smeared along my knuckles and his inner thighs.

He was wrecked already—and we’d barely started.

But when he started to clench around my fingers too tightly, body moving faster, I pulled my hand back and stilled completely. I looked up at him—his face flushed, pupils blown wide, a sheen of sweat across his brow and held his gaze.

“Katsuki,” I said firmly, voice dipping into a command, “if you want me to take care of you, you’re going to have to be patient.”

His eyes widened, lip wobbling slightly as he whined out his frustration. But I didn’t budge. I kept my hand resting against his thigh, close enough to feel him twitch, but far enough to make him ache for it.

“I’m not playing,” I added, eyes locked on his. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

He whimpered, nodding fast, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes from the denied pleasure. “Y-Yes, Alpha. Please. I’ll be good I’ll be so good for you- just don’t stop.”

I watched him squirm for another beat, savoring the sight of him pliant and begging- cheeks flushed, thighs twitching, hands gripping the edge of the blanket like he’d fly apart if he let go.

Once I was satisfied with his obedience, I rewarded him with a slow touch. My fingers found his entrance again, pushing in steadily until both slid home with ease. His head dropped back against the pillows, a choked moan tearing from his throat.

“That’s it,” I murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to his hipbone. “That’s my good Omega. Knew you could behave for me.”

He keened at the praise, his entire body arching up into the rhythm I set—fingers curling just right to brush over that spot inside him that made his walls flutter and clench. I kept the pace deliberately steady, stretching him open while watching his reactions like I was studying art.

“You’re doing so well,” I breathed against his skin, my other hand smoothing over the taut muscle of his thigh. “Taking me so good. So warm and wet for your Alpha.”

Katsuki sobbed, voice breaking. “I can’t I’m gonna-Alpha, I’m gonna come—!”

“No, you’re not,” I said gently, twisting my fingers just as I slowed them, keeping him hovering at the edge but not letting him fall. “Not yet, baby.”

He cried out in frustration, his body trembling from how close he was. His cock was flushed and leaking, untouched between us, and I made a point not to touch it—not until he earned it.

“You wanna come?” I asked, my voice low and close to his ear now. “You want to soak this whole nest with how needy you are?”

“Yes! Yes, please, Alpha—I’ll do anything, just let me—!”

I curled my fingers again, pressing just right, watching his eyes roll back. But I didn’t speed up. I kept him right there—on that impossible edge, panting and whimpering, his whole body begging.

“You’ll come when I say you can,” I growled softly, licking the sweat from the side of his throat. “Not a second before.”

He sobbed beneath me, clinging to the shredded control I let him keep. His body clenched desperately around my fingers, to try and keep me there.

I growled as I slipped in no matter how much I stretched him he always remained so tight.

I shifted slightly pushing in and out to get a feel of him - unintentionally causing him to let out a sweet moan. Once I found my footing I wasted no time to fuck the shit out of him.

But I pulled my fingers out anyway, watching his slick hole clench around nothing in protest.

He whimpered at the loss.

Working quickly, I stripped off my clothes, not caring where they landed—too focused on the treat sprawled out beneath me. Katsuki looked wrecked, flushed from head to toe, hair damp with sweat, chest rising and falling in erratic bursts. His thighs were spread wide, twitching slightly, his entrance still glistening and needy from my fingers.

“Fuck me, please!” he cried, grabbing at my cock with both hands, trying to line me up himself.

I groaned at the touch—at the sight of my Omega so undone, so desperate to be bred he couldn’t even wait for permission.

“You’re so needy for it, huh?” I growled, voice rough with lust. “Want your Alpha to stuff you full?”

He nodded frantically, tears clinging to his lashes.

I pressed forward, slowly sinking into his heat—and snarled at the way he gripped me. No matter how many times I prepped him, he was always tight.

“Fuck,” I hissed, burying myself deeper. “You’re squeezing me so good, baby.”

Katsuki choked on a moan, head tilting back against the pillow, his fingers curling into the sheets as I began to move- shallow thrusts at first, testing the stretch, getting used to the hot, wet clench of him.

It was supposed to be slow, just at the start—but the second he let out a soft, broken “Ah- Alpha—”, I lost it.

I snapped my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt in one harsh thrust, and he screamed. His back arched, his walls fluttering around me, already on the edge from being teased for so long.

I gripped his hips and fucked into him hard, deep, fast—no teasing now.

The nest rustled around us as I drove him into the mattress, the sound of skin on skin sharp and obscene. His cock leaked between us, untouched, bouncing with every thrust.

“Take it,” I growled, leaning down to sink my teeth into the soft skin at his neck.

“Yes, yes- thank you, Alpha!*” he sobbed, voice cracking. “So full- feels so good don’t stop—”

“I’m not gonna stop,” I promised darkly, lips brushing his ear. “Not until you’re knotted and bred like you need to be.”

His walls were fluttering erratically around me, drawing me in deeper with every desperate grind of his hips. Katsuki’s head was tossed back, mouth open, gasping helplessly as I pounded into him without restraint.

“Alpha fuck- s’too much” he babbled, voice cracking on every thrust. “Feels so good, s’full !”

“You can* take it,” I growled against his throat, my hands gripping his waist hard enough to bruise. “You were made for this. Made to take your Alpha’s knot.”

He let out a high-pitched whine, his legs locking around my hips to keep me as close as possible. I could feel the tension building, the pressure in my lower belly growing tight and hot as my knot began to swell at the base of my cock, tugging at the edge of his rim.

Katsuki sobbed at the stretch, his slick going sticky as I bottomed out again and again, each thrust pushing the bulge of my knot harder against his fluttering hole.

“Please—please, knot me—I need it, need you to breed me with pups”

That was it. That was the final push I needed.

I slammed into him one last time and forced my knot past the tight ring of muscle. He screamed—loud, wrecked—his body locking up as I locked into place, grinding deep to make sure we were sealed.

His entire body trembled as I spilled inside him, thick spurts of come painting his walls and filling him so deep that slick and cum were already leaking around the base of the knot. His breath hitched again as I continued to thrust in small, grinding circles, milking every last drop into his greedy, clutching heat.

“That’s it, baby,” I panted, one hand stroking his trembling thigh as I pressed our foreheads together. “Took my knot so well. So perfect for me.”

“Y-you bred me,” he whispered, dazed, pupils blown wide. “F-feel it—Alpha, m’so full…” As he rubbed his stomach cutely.

“You’re mine,” I growled, licking into the bond mark at his neck. “All mine. Gonna keep you stuffed and filled until your heat ends. Gonna make sure every drop stays inside you.”

Katsuki let out a soft, broken moan, his hands curling into my back as he trembled beneath me, overwhelmed and loved.

We stayed like that, locked together in the nest, my knot snug inside him, his body wrapped around mine like he never wanted to let go.

We stayed there, tangled in the scent-drenched nest, my knot still locked inside him. Katsuki was trembling in the afterglow, flushed and fucked-out, cheek pressed to my chest as I stroked down his spine in slow, grounding motions.

But even with his breath shallow and his limbs heavy, I could feel it—the way his hips twitched again, his body starting to squirm.

“Still needy, sweetheart?” I murmured, dragging my fingers through his sweaty hair. “You’re already full, Katsuki. I can feel it leaking out of you.”

“Mmh,” he whined, grinding down against my knot. “Still want you. Still need it…”

I groaned, body tensing as he clenched around the swell, milking me all over again. “You’re insatiable.”

His answer was a low moan and a roll of his hips that nearly made me come again. The heat was working him hard—his body begging for more, even though I hadn’t pulled out yet. Even though he was still full.

“Katsuki,” I growled, pulling back slightly, dragging his hips up until he was straddling me again, still sheathed on my cock. “You want to be bred again while you’re already full?”

He nodded, eyes hazy with tears and lust. “Alpha—please, fuck me like a bitch. Just wanna be used…”

That snapped whatever was left of my restraint

I flipped him with ease, pressing his chest into the nest and hauling his hips up, my hands spreading him open. My knot was beginning to soften, just enough to allow movement—and that was all I needed.

I dragged almost all the way out before slamming back into him, drawing a scream from his throat.

“Look at you,” I snarled, hips snapping forward, the sound of slick and skin echoing through the room. “Already stretched and stuffed but still begging to be bred again.”

His legs trembled, hands fisting the sheets, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as I rutted into him without mercy.

“S-so good Alpha, don’t stop, please—”

“You’re gonna take everything I give you,” I gritted out, slapping his ass hard enough to make him jolt. “Gonna keep you full until you can’t walk straight.”

He let out a broken cry, back arching under the pressure. His cock was untouched, leaking over his stomach, and I reached down to jerk him in time with my thrusts, stroking him rough and fast.

It didn’t take long this time—his body was already on fire, every nerve ending lit up.

“I’m- Alpha, I’m gonna—!” he cried, sobbing as his orgasm ripped through him.

He came hard, clenching down on me violently, milking my cock as I groaned and spilled inside him for the second time. The knot swelled again mid-thrust, locking us together all over.

This time it was messy. His hole was puffy and dripping, our combined slick and cum sloshing out with every twitch of my hips. His body gave out completely, slumping forward into the pile of pillows and my clothes, still whimpering, still twitching.

I collapsed over him, caging him in with my arms and chest, still buried deep, our hearts pounding together.

“You’re unbelievable,” I murmured against his neck, licking at the mark. “So fucking perfect for me.”

“More later?” he mumbled, nearly asleep but still greedy.

I smiled into his skin. “As many rounds as you want, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

The room was thick with the scent of slick, sex, and my pheromones—drenched in it, heady and sweet and sharp, like burnt caramel and firewood.

Katsuki was barely conscious now, boneless under me with a dazed, dreamy expression. His face was pressed into my pillow, drool dampening the fabric. His thighs were still twitching from the overstimulation, and his hole was fluttering weakly around my knot, leaking steadily.

I wrapped my arms around him tighter, cradling him to my chest as we lay there locked together. My lips found the shell of his ear.

“You did so good for me, baby,” I whispered, brushing sweaty strands of hair away from his face. “Took it all like a perfect Omega. So full now.”

He made a soft noise—half whimper, half purr—and turned his head just enough to nuzzle my scent gland.

“Love you,” he slurred. “Smell good. So good…”

I smiled, warm and a little helpless at how adorable he was like this. His heat haze was easing now—slowing—but the possessive clinginess always lingered after the hardest wave.

I slowly, carefully, eased my knot from his stretched hole. He gasped as the seal broke, and I caught his hips as his body went limp, my release spilling out in slow drips down his thighs.

I cleaned him gently with a warm cloth, murmuring little praises as he squirmed under the attention.

We lay there in silence for a while after , curled in our messy, rumpled nest. I tucked the comforter around him and tucked his hand against my chest, letting him fall asleep to the sound of my heartbeat.

His scent clung to me, wild and sweet. His mark on my throat still throbbed gently, and mine on his glowed soft and golden beneath the skin.

Katsuki Bakugou—my fierce, gorgeous Omega—was all mine.

Exactly where he belonged.

[soaps-mohawk]

Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 28: Two Is Company, Three Is A Party

Summary: Things don't quite go as expected during your heat, but he can hardly complain.

Pairings: Poly 141 x reader

Word Count: 12.150 words

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, p in v sex, unprotected sex, UNSAFE SEX (please do not do this in real life, practice safe sex), anal sex, anal fingering, oral (m and f receiving), Dom/sub dynamics, threesomes, heat cycles, knotting, kissing, body fluids, cum eating, face sitting, spanking (it's like twice), Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, language, aftercare, and fluff

A/N: Well, this one got away from me. Not much to say other than heed the warnings and DO NOT read this in public or in underwear you care about...also maybe ditch the underwear all together this time.

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Kyle’s eyes immediately dart back to meet John’s gaze. The word coming from your lips has shocked him, startled him even. You hadn’t said much during your first heat, reduced mostly to unintelligible mumbling when you were aware enough to look around with that hazy gleam in your eyes. Here, but not aware. Now your eyes are clear, staring up at him intently as you cling to his wrist. He can’t help but wonder if you’ll remember this, or if it’ll stay lost in the haze. 

John stares back at him, his gaze focused but Kyle knows him well enough to tell he’s just as surprised. He’s still drinking the electrolyte drink, his throat bobbing slowly with every swallow. Kyle knows he’s doing it so he won’t have to answer right away, assessing the situation in the moment of clarity from his rut. He’s still wrapped around you, still locked inside you. 

The moment seems to last an hour, the tension between the three of you palpable. The anticipation from Kyle, waiting to see what John will say, the intense desire from you to pull him onto the bed, and John’s uncertainty as to how to proceed. It's not uncommon for betas to join during heats, it's not even that uncommon for betas to be the ones helping during heats. The pups of a beta and omega pairing do exist after all. 

Kyle's eyes haven't left John's, even as you mouth at his wrist, tongue laving over the sensitive skin, teeth gently scraping like you're trying to devour him. He can't help the stirring in his pants from the heavy scents in the air, the sounds that had been coming from the room less than 20 minutes ago still ringing loud in his ears. 

John pulls the now empty bottle from his lips, taking the time to screw the cap back on. Kyle holds his hand out automatically, ready to take it like he could escape your tight grip to toss it into the garbage with the others. He debates throwing it into the garbage from where he's standing, but the loud nose might startle you, which might make John get defensive. 

Instead he lets it drop to the floor. He'll pick it up later. 

John continues to stare at him, holding his gaze. There's sweat beading on Kyle's back as he waits for what's coming next, what John's decision will be. He has no reason to be nervous. The fact he's in this room, so close to them speaks volumes of trust John has, the safety he feels letting Kyle around his omega in such a vulnerable position. 

“She wants you.” John finally says, leaving it open to Kyle. It's not an order, it's not a hesitant decision left open for you to make, it's not even a direct question. It's an opportunity, an opportunity for Kyle to make the final decision. You've already decided, and in presenting this opportunity, so has John. 

Kyle takes half a step back, a whine leaving your lips but you let him go. Your whine cuts through him, desperate and needy and almost sad. It hurts him, only aiding his decision. 

He kicks off his shoes, stripping out of his shirt and pants. He debates leaving his boxers on, but he already knows what's going to happen, what the endgame of this will be. It’ll be one less obstacle for all three of you. 

Your eyes are intense as you stare at him, lips parted as your eyes zero in on his half-hard cock. Kyle approaches the bed again, the sweet scent of omega in heat thickening in the air. You reach out for him again, but not for his wrist. 

John folds your arms against your chest, shifting the two of you backwards to make room. “Not yet,” he murmurs in your ear. “Let him get settled in.”

Kyle stares down at where the two of you are still connected, your pussy gaping wide around John’s knot. He swallows thickly, his cock twitching to life. He’s careful as he climbs on the bed, not wanting to cause you to shift on John's knot. He lays down face to face with you, a content smile tugging at your lips. The haze is returning, your eyes getting glassy as you tug Kyle closer.

He's not expecting it as you kiss him, wet and sloppy as your tongue traces his lips. Kyle shifts himself closer, his hand settling on your hip as he kisses you back, your mouth wet and hot as his tongue slips inside, dragging against yours. 

His hand slowly trails down your hip, fingers gliding across your still warm skin. You moan against his lips as his fingers follow the dip of your hip down closer to your mound. He can feel where John's knot begins, bulging in your pelvis right above your slit. Kyle lets a finger brush your clit and he can feel the way you spasm around John’s knot. John lets out a groan as you tighten around him. 

You pull away from his lips with a whine, pressing your face into his neck. Kyle leans up on his elbow, giving you more skin to explore as his fingers trail lower, brushing around your puffy lips to the base of John's cock, the small bit that still sticks out of you. He runs his fingers over the red, almost pulsing skin. John lets out another groan, his hips grinding against your ass. It tugs at the knot inside you, causing you to let out a breathy moan that blows hot against the wet spot you’ve made on his neck. Goosebumps form on his skin as he brushes the underside of John's cock, the alpha pushing his hips against yours again. 

Kyle pulls his hand away as pain erupts in the dip where his neck meets his shoulder. “Ow-fuck!” He hisses, jerking away as John sinks his hand into your hair with the arm that's under you, forcing your head back. 

Kyle rubs the sore spot on his neck as John chuckles, leaning his head against yours. “She's in a biting mood this time.” He rasps, a satisfied grin pulling at your lips, still shiny with a mix of yours and Kyle’s spit. “Got me at the start, naughty little thing.”

John grinds his hips against you again, your eyes nearly rolling back as you meet his movements, grinding back against him. Kyle can see it, the change beginning to happen. The haze is settling back in, the moment of clarity gone. It's been almost just over a half hour. It can take between 30 minutes to an hour for an alpha's knot to deflate. 

“She's so sensitive.” John continues, his lips brushing your cheek. “Can make her cum so easily.” 

John's other hand wraps around you, pushing against the bulge in your pelvis. You let out a high pitched whine, your body shaking as you cum around his knot just like that. John curses, eyes squeezing closed as he presses his face against the side of your head. His cock is twitching, his knot tugging on your pussy but you don't seem to care. 

“Fuck...” John groans, the sound long and dragged out as his hand leaves your pelvis, sinking into the sheets in front of you. 

Kyle sits all the way up, watching curiously as John's cock continues to spasm. Quiet growls leave his lips as his cock begins to soften. His knot is getting smaller and smaller, deflating and releasing its hold on you. John lifts your top leg up over his hips before pulling his cock free. A gush of slick and cum is forced out of you as your walls spasm, slowly relaxing after being forced open for so long. 

Kyle can't help himself as he reaches out, gathering some of the viscous cocktail that's gathered on your thigh. It's almost slimy as it coats his fingers, your slick wetter than your normal arousal. Not quite as sticky. John's cum has thickened it, tainting it a milky white color. 

“Beautiful, isn't it?” John smirks, watching Kyle rub the mix of their fluids between his fingers. “Give her a minute, she'll be gushing slick again and you can get a taste.”

He's right, you've begun to tremble, the skin of your thigh starting to warm even more where his leg is pressed against yours. Your pussy is fluttering still, pushing the rest of John's cum out.

Kyle can't help himself again as he gathers more of your release on his fingers, pushing it back inside you. You're tight around his fingers despite the fact you had just taken your alpha’s knot. You squeeze around him, slick gushing around his fingers. It coats his hand, warm and wet. He pulls his fingers from you, watching your pussy spasm as more slick seeps out of you, coating your folds and dripping onto the skin of your thigh. Your scent has thickened in the air, making his mouth water. It's going to his head, making his cock throb. 

He can understand now why alphas will fight over an omega in heat. 

John moves, shifting both of you on the bed until his back rests against your headboard, your body between his legs. He grips you behind your knees, pulling your legs up until you're damn near folded in half. You don't seem to care, panting as sweat begins to bead on your skin. You've gone almost limp, pliable and willing so long as the ache in your core gets relieved. 

John's eyes are dark as he stares at Kyle, his fingers digging into your skin. “Well?” He smirks. “Are you going to give her what she wants?” 

Kyle's eyes drift between your legs, your pussy spread open before him like a buffet. It’s not a new sight. He’s been between your thighs many times, tasted you on his tongue. Yet it feels different now, because it is different. The situation has changed. He’s not fucking you because you’ve come to him, sought him out to relieve the ache between your legs, the neediness that’s built up the whole day. You’re still needy, still begging, but it’s because you have to. Your body needs to be filled, needs to have an alpha’s knot to ease the ache. Your body wants pups, and so it’s forcing you to the peak of attraction to an alpha. Pheromones thick in the air to drive alphas into their most base state, slick coating your thighs to ease the taking of a knot. 

His eyes are glued to you as slick continues to seep out of you, sliding down your ass until it drips onto the sheet below. He’s no alpha, but your pheromones are getting to him, fogging his own mind in need. He’s felt it when he enters to clean, to ensure you’ve eaten and hydrated, that nothing has gone wrong, but the feeling leaves as soon as he’s in the clear air in the hallway. He had thought it was simply the knowledge of what was happening, the sounds from the room and then seeing you and his alpha knotted together. It’s a natural reaction to a beautiful omega naked in front of him. 

He understands it now as his mouth goes dry, staring at your shiny pussy. It’s his turn to experience it, his chance to understand firsthand what both you and John go through. He feels the urge to bend down, to taste you, to drink from the source like your slick is the only thing that will ease his thirst. 

He bends down, laying flat on the bed so he’s face to face with your weeping slit. The room is silent, even your own panting breaths quiet, waiting in anticipation. He leans forward, pressing his face against your slit. He inhales deeply, his eyes almost fluttering as your pheromones go straight to his brain. They swirl around his synapses before shooting down his spine, seeping into his veins and warming his body. His cock is hard and leaking onto the mattress beneath him, throbbing for some relief. He won't give it any yet, wanting to wait until he at least gets a taste of you. 

He drags his tongue through your folds, moaning at the sweet taste of you. There's still a hint of your natural taste under there, but the sweetness of your slick has him burying his face in your folds. He laps at the source, pressing his tongue into your pussy, drinking up your slick like a man starved. His nose presses against your clit, and he inhales the sweet scent of your slit with every breath. Your skin is hot, feverish as his hands slip under you, holding your hips up as he feasts on you desperately. He feels like he's in heat himself, or perhaps as close to a rut as a beta can get. His face is soaked, your slick dripping down his chin, adding to the mess both dry and still wet on the sheets.

You're panting and whining, pushing your hips up against his face desperately. He doesn't care. He'd drown here happily. His nose continues to brush your clit, making you whine all desperate and needy. His cock is throbbing, but he resists the urge to grind against the bed. Not yet. 

“Please, please!” You whine, pussy fluttering around his tongue. You are sensitive, nearly to the brink and he's barely touched you. 

He presses harder against your clit, a loud moan falling from your lips as you cum around his tongue, sweet slick gushing into his face along with the familiar, tangy taste of your cum. He licks every last drop from your pussy, or at least as much as he can with how your slick is still seeping out of you endlessly. 

He lifts himself up from your pussy, meeting John's gaze. John beckons him closer, gripping Kyle's chin as soon as he's within arm’s distance and pulling him against his lips. There’s a low rumble in his chest, the sound shooting straight down Kyle’s spine. It makes him shudder, his cock twitching. 

John licks into his mouth, tasting you on his tongue before licking your slick from his face. Kyle can't help but moan, his cock smearing precum against your thigh. 

“You want her?” John breathes against his lips. “You want to feel her?”

Kyle breathes out a quiet moan, nodding. “Yes, sir.” 

He backs up as John releases your legs, letting you flop onto the bed. He maneuvers out from behind you until you're laying flat on the bed, limp yet willing. You let out a whine, rubbing your thighs together for any sort of friction. He can’t imagine you’re getting any, not with how slick your thighs and pussy are. 

John moves off the bed, cock hanging hard and heavy between his thighs. “Present for your beta.” John says, the alpha command strong in his voice as he slaps your ass lightly. “Show him how good of an omega you are.”

You let out a whine, flopping over and shuffling your legs under you. Kyle doesn’t think you’ll be able to do it, given your weak state, but you surprise him. Your upper body is still pressed into the mattress, but your hips lift, slick still drooling out of your pussy. Kyle is nearly drooling himself staring at your puffy lips and soaked skin. 

He jumps as John's hand slaps his own ass cheek. “Well, give her what she wants.” His voice is rough, his alpha still slipping out around the edges. 

Kyle moves forward almost automatically, obeying the command of his alpha. He shifts so he's kneeling behind you, fisting his cock. It's still hard and throbbing, precum dripping from the tip. He drags the head through your folds, slipping through easily thanks to the slick. He’d understood the importance of slick before from his research for your first heat, but now he’s getting a firsthand demonstration. 

His hand closes around your hip, holding you steady as he presses into you with a groan. You’re so hot and wet and tight around him, your pussy fluttering around him like it’s trying to pull him in. Soft, breathy moans slip from your lips, your hands gripping the sheets tightly as he sinks into you completely with one press of his hips. He pauses in surprise as his hips press flush against your ass without even having to work you open. He supposes you’ve been taking John’s not repeatedly, but yet you’re still just as tight around him as he remembers, if not tighter. He shifts forward slightly so his hips are flush with your ass, his eyes following a bead of sweat as it slides down the line of your spine. It’s hot in the room, and you’re hot under his hands, skin burning with the flames of your desperation. He understands can’t give you what you need, not completely, but he can give you a little relief. 

He can feel John’s eyes on him as he begins to move, pulling back before sinking back into you. Your pussy seems to have a mind of its own as it flutters around him, letting him pull back before pulsing around him, pulling him back in. He’s fucked you plenty of times, but it’s never felt like this. So slick and warm and responsive. Your body moves in accordance with his movements, pushing and pulling with every thrust of his cock in and out of you. It makes his head spin, his movements starting to pick up speed. There’s no resistance, his cock gliding in and out of your pussy easily. 

“Fuck...” He groans, clinging desperately to his sanity as he tries not to cum immediately. You’re whimpering and whining under him, legs already shaking but he can’t tell if it's from the effort of holding yourself up or from your pleasure. 

Low growls rumble in John’s throat, the wet sound of him pumping his cock mixing with the wet squelch of your pussy. It’s an obscene chorus, the harmony of moans and growls and the wet sounds of sex. Slick continues to drip out around his cock, smearing on his skin. You’re pushing back weakly against him, moaning and drooling on the sheets. You’re doing what omegas are supposed to do during heats, lay there and take your alpha’s knot over and over in hopes of being bred. You won’t be, you have protections against that, but your brain can’t comprehend that right now. It can’t comprehend much of anything in this state.  

You squeeze tightly around him, trembling as you’re thrown into an orgasm. Your walls clench, gripping him like a vice, so tightly he almost can’t move. Slick gushes out around his cock, soaking his pelvis, dripping down his thighs. The sensation is almost heavenly as you spasm around him, almost trying to pull him deeper, coax a knot out of him that he can’t give you. 

He starts to grind against you, his vision almost going dark as his own orgasm is forced out of him suddenly, his hands tightening around your hips. You whine as he holds you, hips probably sore from John, but he can’t find it in him to care as he bends over your back, holding your ass flush with his hips. He’s gasping for air, trembling himself from the shared sensation of your orgasm and his own. 

It’s almost too much. 

Almost. 

“You’re not done.” John says, trailing a hand down Kyle’s spine, smearing the sweat that’s broken out across his body. “Give her another.” 

Kyle can’t disagree, can’t even ask for a moment to gather his head as he begins moving again, your body sucking him in so tightly he can hardly do more than grind his hips against your ass. You don’t seem to care, needy whines and moans slipping out of your lips. 

John’s hand dips between Kyle’s thighs, collecting some of your slick before he presses his finger against Kyle’s hole. Kyle lets out a sound that’s almost a whine of his own at the sensation.

“Open up for me.” His alpha growls, nipping at the skin of his ass cheek. “Be a good boy.” 

Kyle nearly cums again, fighting to relax as he continues to fuck you. He bends over you further as John presses a slick covered finger into his ass, a deep groan leaving his throat. You’re still laying there, eyes pinched closed in pleasure as you create a puddle of drool around your mouth. Whisps of hair stick to your face, falling out of the braid Johnny had done for you. He should redo it, keep it in place for the few days still left of your heat. 

He’s pulled from his thoughts when John grips his throat, pulling him back upright. John’s finger is still in his ass, moving with the thrusts of his hips. “Gonna make her cum again?” John growls, licking Kyle’s lips. Their kiss is rough and sloppy, spit passing between them as they lick at each other’s mouths. 

Kyle groans as John pulls the finger from his ass, gathering more slick before pressing two back in. “Shit,” He curses, his hips stuttering against your ass. 

You cum around him again, legs nearly giving out. He clings to your hips, keeping you up. He understands why you carry such nasty looking bruises around your hips after your heat now. It’s not just John’s iron grip, it’s to keep you steady. 

“That’s it.” John growls, fucking his fingers into Kyle’s ass, opening him up. 

Kyle’s cock twitches in anticipation, his hips driving into your ass to hasten his own orgasm in excitement for what’s coming next. 

Kyle’s body does give out as his orgasm slams into him, his hands just barely managing to catch him before he falls into you. Your own body trembles, squeezing around him, milking every last drop. Your legs give out, your body slumping onto the bed. Kyle follows you, keeping his cock inside you. You’re tensed around him, still seeking what he can’t give you. It has to be torture, your body desperate for a knot, for some relief to the pain you must be in, yet Kyle can’t stop. He can’t have mercy on you, not yet. 

It’s addicting, the feeling of fucking you during your heat. He gets the insanity alphas seem to be overwhelmed by during an omega’s heat. It’s not just the pheromones driving the mating instinct, not the sweet scent that drives them crazy. The feeling of your body, the way your pussy sucks him in all wet and hot...for a moment he does wish he could knot you, just to feel what it’s like. 

John pushes a hand into his back, pressing him fully on top of you. Kyle moves onto his elbows, just preventing you from taking his full weight. You’re hot under him, skin feverish and slicked with sweat. His cheek rests against your damp hair, one of his hands slipping up the bed. He brushes your drool slick skin with his thumb, your shallow gasps pressing your back up against his chest. 

“Please....please...” You whine, pushing your ass back against him. 

“Easy.” John says, kneeling over both of you on the bed. His hand slips down between your legs, gathering the slick still seeping out around Kyle’s cock. 

The wet sound of John smearing your slick on his cock is loud in the silence, Kyle’s cheeks clamping in anticipation. You’re clenching around him, almost begging him to move again, but it won’t be him in control anymore. 

Not that he really was in control in the first place. 

John presses his tip against Kyle’s hole, the beta pressing his face into your hair as he groans. His own hand grips the sheets as John presses further in, shifting closer to Kyle’s ass as he works himself into the tight passage. 

“Fuck...” Kyle whines, grinding his hips against your ass. You whine softly at the sensation, pressing against him as much as you can with their combined weight pinning you down. 

“That’s it.” John groans, pressing in further. “Fuck...you can take it.” 

John begins moving his hips shallowly, thrusting further and further into Kyle’s ass. Kyle feels a bit like you, unable to do much but lay there and take it as John begins to fuck his ass. John’s thrusts push him into you, his cock grinding into your pussy. Their combined rocking has your clit rubbing against the bed, your eyes rolling in pleasure. 

You cum twice around Kyle’s cock as John fucks him, his hips slapping against Kyle’s ass. John's hands grip Kyle’s hips tight enough Kyle might sport bruises of his own after this. Deep growls rumble in John’s chest, echoing almost in time with his thrusts. Kyle feels like whimpering from the combined pleasure of your pussy clenching around him and John’s cock driving into his ass. He can’t think anymore feeling just as out of it as you look. 

For a moment Kyle is worried you might have passed out under him, and he lifts himself higher up on his elbows, ready to tap out in concern. You shift under him as he presses up, trying to push yourself up too, arching against Kyle’s chest. He breathes out a quiet sigh of relief as you move, unable to do much still except whine and plead. 

“Please, please, please,” You repeat it like a mantra, head bending back as your body spasms, the sweetest moans falling from your lips. “Alpha!” 

You cry out for him as slick and fluid gushes out of you, your hips lifting off the bed as you push your ass against Kyle. John lets out an animalistic growl as he picks up the pace, fucking Kyle so hard he nearly sees stars. 

“I’ve got you,” John grunts, bending over Kyle’s back. “I’ve got you.” 

Kyle can feel it, worry flooding through him for a moment as the base of John’s cock swells, pushing against the ring of his ass. He’s never taken a knot before, never had a chance to. He’s not sure he wants to as the feels the size of it. He might tear in half. 

Instead John pulls out of him, grunting as he jerks his cock until he’s spurting his hot cum across Kyle’s ass. You’ve gone limp beneath him again, your only movement the slow push of your hips backwards against him. Kyle gently turns your head so your face isn’t pressed into the mattress. The last thing they need is you accidentally suffocating yourself. He can’t help but wonder if John has enough awareness to do the same, or if suffocation is a fear he should worry about during your heats. He hadn’t even thought of that during your first heat. 

John slaps his ass, getting his attention again. “Off.” He says, pushing Kyle to the side. 

Kyle gets the memo, his cock sore as he pulls out of you, flopping over to the side. John drags a hand up your back, the motion very soft and intimate compared to the rough fucking you both had just taken. John wraps his arms around you, lifting you up against his chest. You let him move you, limp again in his arms, your head pressing back against his shoulder. Slick still dribbles out of you, mixed with Kyle’s cum. 

“Over here. On your back.” John directs Kyle and he moves despite his own exhaustion, laying where you had just been. The bed is wet, the sheets soaked through. Kyle silently thanks whoever created plastic heat protectors for mattresses as he settles on his back. 

John lets you flop to the side, Kyle grateful you just miss smacking your head against the wall. You’re staring at him, eyes lidded as you continue to pant. Your hand slips down between your legs, fingers pressing into your pussy despite the fucking you had just taken, the fucking you’ve done since your heat started. John tugs him further down the bed, his knees bent and feet against the footboard. His cock twitches as he waits patiently for what’s going to come next. 

John tugs you up, a whine leaving your lips as your fingers are forced out of you. He maneuvers your body into place, kneeling over Kyle’s face. Excitement thrums in his veins as slick dribbles out of you, dripping onto his chin. He licks his lips, dipping his tongue down his chin to try and get a taste of it again. 

Kyle feels like he may be in heat as John pushes you forward just slightly, his arms wrapped around your middle as his cock presses into you. His knot has deflated for now, his length slipping easily into your slick pussy. Your hands grip the headboard as John begins to fuck you, holding you up over Kyle’s face. Kyle sticks his tongue out, catching your slick and the remnants of his own cum as John’s thrusts force it out of you. Despite the soreness of his cock it’s twitching back to life, the taste and scent of you on his face nearly driving him over the edge. 

You let out the most delicious sounding whines as your alpha finally fucks you, promising you what Kyle can’t: temporary relief from the fire in your veins and the ache between your thighs. A knot. Your legs shake around his head, Kyle’s hands coming up to grip the backs of your knees. He wouldn’t care if you dropped on him. He’d take a broken nose if it meant he’d get to taste your slick from the source again. He could always text Dr. Keller to come and patch him up, though he’d have to tell her how it happened. 

He doubts she’d care. 

John keeps his hold on you tight though, keeping you up as he fucks into you roughly, the bed shaking from the force of his thrusts. You tremble above Kyle as you cum again, more slick gushing out around John’s cock. It’s obscene from his angle, John’s cock driving into your sopping pussy, slick oozing out around his cock, wetting your thighs and John’s thighs and Kyle’s face. He licks as much as he can from his face, basking in the sweet taste of you raining down over him like manna from heaven. 

John groans, his cock twitching as he cums inside you, his hips pressing tight against your ass. Your legs nearly give out again, Kyle’s grip tightening around your thighs instinctively. John pulls out of you, quickly lowering you over Kyle’s mouth. He doesn’t have to say anything as Kyle’s hands slide up to grip your hips, holding you in place as he begins to lick up the slick and cum seeping out of you. 

It’s a musky, sweet concoction, savory and sweet on his tongue. John is still holding you up, keeping you steady as you twitch over Kyle, sensitive and dripping all over his face. Your knees squeeze Kyle’s head as you cum again, Kyle having to turn his head to breathe for a moment as you nearly waterboard him with your slick. 

Kyle licks every last drop of your cum and John’s. He could lay here, licking your slick all day, but he knows that would be near torture for you. No matter how many times he can make you cum, he can’t give you what you need. 

He pushes you up slightly, back into John’s hold. “Do it.” He gasps, taking in deep breaths after nearly being drowned in your slick. “Give her what she needs.” 

John pulls you back, backing up slightly as Kyle moves up the bed more. Your slick is still coating his face, dripping down his chin to his neck and chest. John bends you over Kyle’s chest, letting you rest there as you present for your alpha, somehow still able to hold yourself up. Omega instincts he supposes, giving you the strength to present all pretty and dripping for your alpha. Kyle’s fingers brush your burning skin, your entire body soaked in sweat. You’re still rocking your hips, trying to push back against John. How you’re even awake, let alone still moving is a miracle to him. Another wonder of omega biology. 

You let out a content sigh as John presses back into you, his hips immediately snapping against your ass as he sets a near brutal pace. He’s been fighting it as well, fighting that urge to knot you as soon as he can. Kyle feels honored, having this opportunity, sharing this moment with the two of you. His research has paled in comparison to seeing it in person. He understands it better now, understands the two of you and how you fit together perfectly in this moment. Your body responds naturally to your alpha’s, pulsing around John’s cock as you seek out his knot. John brings you endless amounts of pleasure, both of you ruled by your instincts which provide you both with an intense stamina. 

Kyle doesn't have that stamina, but he doesn’t mind. He can’t even imagine doing this for a day, much less a week. Yet, despite his exhaustion, his cock still continues to twitch, half hard as he holds John’s gaze. His alpha’s eyes are dark, focused and intense. Growls leave his lips, rumbling through his chest. You answer with your own whines, only driving the animalistic instincts within you both. You’re lost in your heat now, just as John is lost in his rut, only bordering on awareness because of Kyle’s presence. 

Had Kyle not been in here, he knows John would have had you in this position for the next hour, fucking you relentlessly until he could finally knot you and bring both of yourselves a little relief. Kyle would have stayed out in the hallway for a while, letting you both rest and John care for you until he decided it was time to check on you both and clean things up a little. 

You’re both close. He can tell by the way you shake over him, hands pushing into his chest as you try to lift yourself up, fingers scratching at his skin, but they can’t get enough of a grip to hurt. John is close too, deep growls rumbling in his chest as he pulls back into his thrusts. His knot must be swelling, pushing against your entrance. 

“Please...Please alpha!!” You cry, trying to push back against him. “Need it!” 

“Need that?” John growls, grinding against you. “Need my knot?” 

“Please!” You whine pathetically, writhing over Kyle. 

He wants to watch, he wants to see John’s knot push into you, spread you open, push in until you’re locked in place. “Let me see.” He breathes, still holding John’s gaze. “Let me see it.” 

John understands even in his hazy state, bending down to lift you back up against his chest. Kyle can see it, his swollen knot pushing against your pussy with every thrust of his hips. You’re crying, begging incoherently for it, trying to push down on it. 

“Shhhh,” John shushes you, his lips brushing your cheek. “Alpha’s got you.” 

The words nearly have Kyle cumming again, his balls tightening as John reassures you, promises you he’ll give you what you need. Your neck bends back, your head pushing against John’s shoulder as he begins to lower you while pushing his hips up, fighting the natural resistance as his knot spreads you open. The slight tapering of it makes it easier, easing your pussy open in preparation for the widest part. You’re shaking, body almost spasming as he presses his knot into you, your pussy spread almost impossibly wide as he slips all the way in, groaning as he locks in place inside you. Kyle can see your pussy spasm, your eyes rolling back as you cum again around him, the last bit of slick dribbling out of you before the rest is trapped inside you by your alpha’s knot. 

John doesn’t let you drop this time, instead lowering you down gently against Kyle’s chest, moving with you. The dark intensity of his eyes has lessened, softening back into the blue he recognizes. John gently moves you off Kyle’s chest, shifting to the side so you’re lying next to the beta. Kyle turns onto his side facing the two of you, his body covered in slick and sweat and your drool. The heaviness of your combined scents has faded a bit in the air, not quite as intense as it had been even just moments ago. 

He’s breathing heavily, almost as heavily as the two of you. You’ve fallen unconscious, or at least you look like you have as you lay there limply, eyes closed, sweaty with drool still wet on your chin. “Thank you.” He says, his gaze meeting John’s again. “Thank you for letting me do this.” 

The corners of John’s lips pull up in a smile. “I’m glad you got to experience it. I doubt she’d complain if you wanted to stay.” He says, trailing his fingers down your arm. You twitch just slightly, and Kyle can imagine how overstimulated you must be from everything. 

Kyle breathes out a laugh, shaking his head. “I’m not sure I could handle much more.” 

John does smile now, his eyes flickering downwards. “One more?” 

Kyle swallows as John reaches for his throbbing cock, nodding in agreement. He shifts slightly closer as John’s warm hand wraps around his length, his thumb teasing Kyle’s leaking slit. Kyle sighs softly, his cock sensitive from the intense fucking it had just experienced. He’s gone for longer, but it hadn’t been like this. You squeezing around him, tightening like a vice as you came, sucking him in as your body searched for a knot. 

John begins to move his hand, pumping Kyle’s cock. He won’t last much longer, nearly burning with overstimulation and sensitivity. 

“Fuck, fuck.” He curses softly, eyes squeezing closed as his balls tighten, the wet thwack of his cock filling the air. It’s damp still from your slick and the mixture of his cum and John’s. 

He cums with a moan, spilling on his chest and the bed. He’s surprised there’s anything left, a whimper leaving his lips as John continues to move his hand, working him through his orgasm. John squeezes the base of his cock before releasing him, lifting his hand to Kyle’s face. Kyle licks the bit of his cum that leaked onto John’s thumb before leaning into his touch. 

“Good boy.” John praises, his eyes hooded with exhaustion. 

The base of Kyle’s spine tingles from his alpha’s praise, but he can’t even bring himself to think about getting hard again, much less actually doing it. 

You let out a soft sound, your eyes cracked open as you stare up at Kyle. He meets your gaze, surprised to see you still conscious. Your hand lifts weakly, thumb pressing against Kyle’s lips before it falls back to the bed. “Pretty.” 

Both Kyle and John chuckle as you drift back out of it, John keeping one arm tucked under you, the other reaching over to pull Kyle closer. He should get up, grab you all electrolyte drinks and nutrition bars but he can’t quite get his body to move. Instead he lays there, staring at you both as you drift in and out of sleep during your quick moment of relief and clarity. John is purring quietly, the sound so different to the deep, animalistic growls that had just been rumbling in his chest. 

You’ll be back at it soon, needy and desperate to fuck like you haven’t been for almost two straight days. There’s still at least three more days to go, four if you’re unlucky. Then he’ll have to worry about things after your heat ends. It had been rough the first time, and he can imagine it will be again, especially with the week you had before your pre-heat started. He’ll call Dr. Keller again after it’s over, let her come and help you, make sure everything is alright. He doubts anything will go wrong, that John would let anything happen to you. 

“Alpha’s got you.” 

The words still ring in his head. The sincerity, the promise in them. He really does have control, he does make sure you’re safe and well cared for, he does catch you when you fall. Not just during your heat, but outside of it. The difference between John and Simon is only getting clearer as you begin to bond with the pack’s second alpha. 

John is the caretaker, the comforter whose strength comes from his heart and his emotional control. The one who can stay calm and lead even in the most dire situations. He’s seen it in the pack, and he’s seen it out in the field. His dominance is soft and he’s only harsh when the need arises. 

Simon is the protector. He’s rough around the edges, a man of action not comforting words. A clear minded leader, but one well versed in raw power and violence. He’s abrasive and standoffish, yet fiercely protective of those he deems his. 

They can see it the most now with you. John is the one you turn to when you need comforting words and to be held. Simon is the one who looms like a protective shadow, a silent threat behind you. 

Yet he can see the softening around Simon’s harsh edges, those walls he’s built up since you arrived crumbling down around the two of you. It’s not just in his physical acceptance of you, but the mental acceptance of you being a part of the pack, you being a part of him. 

He hopes Simon does do it. He hopes Simon will claim you someday, let you bring together both halves of the pack completely. He knows Simon wants to. Johnny has talked about the yearning, the stares, the lingering. You’d let him. You probably want him to yourself. Yet he knows Simon will hold off, torture himself with it until he has no choice but to give in. 

It’s a pattern, a fatal flaw of his. 

It will happen eventually though. They all know it. 

It’s quiet. Has been for nearly an hour. It’s been a while since he’s checked on you both, forcing a nutrient bar into John’s hands as Kyle sat by the bed feeding you one. Neither of you had been interested in eating, but had begrudgingly chewed the indistinguishable dried mush of nutrient-rich foods shaped into a bar. Kyle had tried a bite of one just to see what it was like. 

It wasn’t good. 

He had taken it as a sign the end was near. The thumping of the bed against the wall had slowed, losing the ferocity with which it had steadily thump-thump-thumped against the wall for the last five days. Even the moans and groans and growls have quieted, and the breaks between rounds have gotten longer and longer. 

He gets off his cot, padding silently to the door. He opens it, slipping in before closing it quietly. You and John are cuddled together on the bed. You’re shivering, the blanket he’d folded and draped over the footboard five days ago is draped over you both. 

Kyle steps up to the bed, John’s eyes opening. He looks tired, eyes slightly red and bags hanging heavy under them. You both have to be exhausted, physically and mentally. He presses his hand to your forehead, a soft whine leaving your lips. John gently shushes you, tightening his hold around you. Your temperature is considerably lower than it has been, even a few hours ago. Kyle lifts the blanket for a moment, checking the two of you. John’s knot has deflated and the only thing still leaking out of you is a mixture of leftover slick and John’s cum. 

“I’ll go start the bath.” Kyle says, letting the blanket drape over you again. 

He heads into your bathroom, starting the water in the tub. He waits until it gets warm before putting the stopper in, letting it fill. He opens the cabinet under the sink, pulling out the epsom salt Dr. Keller recommended to help with the soreness. He’s used it himself, the few times he’s had a bath in the last few years, mostly after missions when he’s been particularly sore, bruised and aching after taking a beating physically and mentally. He’d used lavender scented salts to try and calm his mind, but he’d chosen to go with unscented for your heat, knowing the added scent may confuse you. You’ll need your alpha’s scent close to ground you in the disoriented state you’ll be in for the next couple hours. 

He pours some salt into the bath, stirring it with his hand until it’s dissolved. He seals the bag, slipping it back in the cupboard before pushing himself to stand. He heads back into your room, pulling the blanket back again before helping John off the bed. They try not to disturb you too much, John flinching at the whine you let out as his warmth disappears. Kyle knows he doesn't want to leave you, but you both need the bath to help with the sore muscles and keep them from locking up after so long. You also need it to help with the sudden drop in your temperature. 

Kyle eases John into the warm water, helping him sit in the tub. He wishes it was a bigger tub as his alpha’s long legs bend at the knees, unable to stretch out completely. They’ll want a longer, deeper tub in the seaside cottage you’ve dreamed of. Maybe one with jacuzzi jets. Kyle turns off the water, John leaning back against the tile wall, his eyes half closed. 

Kyle pushes himself up to stand after a moment, heading back to the bed to get you. You’re shivering, letting out quiet whines as you search out your alpha in your confusion and disorientation. 

“I know, I know.” He tries to soothe you, projecting his beta scent into the air. It won’t be enough, but it at least offers up some comfort in your state. You still need your alpha even though your heat is over. 

He scoops you up, wincing as you whine in pain, but he knows it’s necessary. You need the warm water to help keep you stable, and a moment with your alpha to help get you grounded. 

He eases you into the tub, John’s legs parting to make room for you as Kyle settles you against his chest. Your alpha wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as you whimper softly. Kyle makes sure the two of you are settled before getting back up, ensuring the towels are ready before heading back into your room. 

He pulls the sheet off your bed, crusty and still slightly damp from the week of near nonstop fucking. He knows some of those crusty spots are his own cum, yet he still can’t quite believe it really happened. He’s spent the last few days thinking about it, pinching himself to remind himself it wasn’t a dream. He really did get to experience some of your heat. 

He can’t get the image of John’s knot pressing into you, your puffy, slick pussy spreading wide around it. The way your body shuddered, the relieved moan as you finally got what you wanted, what you needed. It was a beautiful sight, and he wishes he had Johnny’s talent so he could paint it and keep it forever. 

He bundles your clothes in the sheet along with the blanket to take them to the wash, cleaning up the wrappers and bottles and adding them to the trash bag he’d started. He pulls the plastic heat protector from the bed, balling it into another trash bag. He packs the bundle of laundry to the laundry room, starting the washer before taking the two bags of trash out and stuffing them in the bin to get picked up later this week. He wouldn’t be surprised if one of them goes missing, some young, desperate alpha pulling it out to jerk off to your scent. 

It makes his nose scrunch up in disgust. 

He heads back to your room, pulling the clean sheets out of the top of your closet, remaking the bed. He puts your comforter back on the bed, folding your blankets and putting them at the end of the bed. He stacks your pillows and stuffed animals back in place as much as he can remember, though he knows you’ll remake your nest later once you’re more aware. Right now it’s important you be surrounded by the comfort of familiar scents. 

He makes sure everything is as back in place as it can be, pulling a shirt out of your closet for you to change into once you’re out of the bath. He’s not quite sure whose it is, the only smell coming off it is the scent of laundry detergent. It’s soft after being washed quite a few times, likely one of the first you got from them, or at least one you’d stolen early on. You’d cut the tags out, something you’ve done with almost all of your clothes. He can’t blame you. If he could, he would do the same. 

He heads back into the bathroom once everything looks as back to normal as it can, kneeling next to the tub. 

“How do you feel?” John asks. 

Kyle nearly laughs at the question. He should be the one asking him that, but of course John would be worried about the rest of his pack before himself. “Not bad.” He answers. “Tired, but nothing compared to how you have to be feeling right now.” 

John huffs out a laugh, gently stroking your hair as you whimper softly. He’s taken it out of the braid, managing to untangle it a little. “This is the hardest part, I think.” 

Kyle nods. “I can imagine.” He grabs a washcloth, squirting some of your strawberry scented soap onto it before he begins gently scrubbing your skin, attempting to get some of the dried fluids off. 

“Fucking nonstop for days in a lust induced haze is easy.” John says, shifting you slightly so Kyle can reach more of your skin. “It’s coming down from it, when you start to feel the effects of fucking for days nearly nonstop that it really starts to settle in. The aches, the pains, the exhaustion from almost no sleep, the hunger, the thirst.” He shakes his head. “Maybe I’m just old.” 

Kyle makes a face. “You are getting up there.” 

John gives him a playful glare, shaking his head. His face softens as he looks at Kyle, dutifully cleaning up after their five day instinct-induced haze. “Thank you, for earlier. Giving her what she wanted.” 

Kyle nods. “Of course. Couldn’t turn down a chance to experience it, and I wouldn’t want to leave you with an upset omega during her heat.” 

John snorts quietly. “I doubt she’d have been upset for long. Probably doesn’t remember most of it.”

Kyle hums, John helping him get you sitting up so he can rinse your back and attempt to get some of the dirt and fluids out of your hair. A part of him knows that’s true, but a part of him hopes you will remember at least some of it. He’ll never forget it, his mouth watering slightly as the memories of your slick on his tongue, dripping onto his face. John fucking you over him, letting you drip all over him. It may be a bit selfish of him, but he wants to experience that over and over, every time you sit on his face, every time he fucks you, every time John fucks you in front of him. 

Kyle helps hold you up, wincing at your whines both in pain and from the loss of your alpha’s touch as he scrubs the dried slick off of his skin. The water is murky from the mix of soap, slick, and cum coming off of you both. The water is starting to get cold as he rinses John’s hair, making sure to get the soap off of you both. 

“Ready?” He asks, reaching down to pull the plug. 

“No.” John says, lips tugging up in a half smile, likely all he can manage in his exhausted state. “But the bed is more comfortable than the tub.” 

Kyle grins at him, slipping his hands under your arms, and with the help of John, he gets you standing. John twitches at your whine of protest, Kyle holding you up as he tries to towel you off as much as he can. The dryer he can get you, the less cold you’ll be once you’re back in bed. You’re still shivering despite the bath, your face pressing against Kyle’s chest in search of any warmth you can get. 

Kyle scoops you up, carrying you to the bed. You let out a whine as he eases you down onto the edge of the bed, but he shushes you gently, quickly drying your hair as much as he can. He pulls the shirt over your head, pulling your arms though the holes before shifting you to the head of the bed. He pulls the comforter over you, letting you sink into the softness of your stuffed animals before he heads  back to the bathroom. 

John has gotten himself standing, leaning against the wall as he dries himself with the other towel. Kyle drapes one of his arms over his shoulder, helping guide him back to the bed, lowering him onto the edge. He finishes drying John off before he grabs a pair of boxers from your dresser. He’s not sure whose they are either, but they fit decently enough for now. 

He helps John under the covers with you, his arms wrapping around you. You immediately gravitate towards him, pressing against his chest. John holds you tightly, shushing your quiet whimpers. 

“Here.” He passes John an electrolyte drink. “Keep hydrating yourself. I’ll go scrounge up some real food.” 

“You’re a good man, Kyle.” John says. “A good beta.” 

“Thank you, sir.” Kyle says, looking over the two of you again before leaving the room in search of food. 

You’re crying when he returns. 

He’s expecting it this time, less shocked by your shuddering breaths and quiet sobs. John has shifted you both, his back against the headboard, your body curled up between his legs. There’s a stack of blankets wrapped around you, and one of your stuffed bears clutched tightly against your chest. John is purring softly, the sound vibrating in his chest as he tries to soothe you through the disorientation and sudden drop in hormones as you become more aware. 

“I let Dr. Keller know.” Kyle says, setting the tray of food down on the nightstand. “She’ll be here soon. Wants to do a quick checkup.”

“Fine with me.” John says, shifting you just slightly so he can set the tray in his lap. You let out a whimper at being moved, John’s purr intensifying until you settle again. “I’m starving.” He says, picking up the fork. 

“Johnny went and picked up lunch.” Kyle says, pulling your desk chair over to sit next to the bed. 

John chews the bite of food in his mouth. “How are they?” 

A smile tugs at Kyle’s lips. “Holding up. Johnny’s got a noticeable limp to his step.” 

John lets out a quiet chuckle. “I’d imagine so. Might have to mark him down as a casualty.” 

“I don’t think he’d complain.” Kyle says. “I can’t imagine any of us will be doing much for the next few days.” 

John shakes his head. “Definitely not. You and Simon are probably in the best shape. You’ll have to hold down the fort.” 

“We’ll do our best.” Kyle says. 

John eats his food eagerly, managing to get a couple bites of potato and some peas into your mouth. You’re aware enough to chew them a few times, probably not wanting to eat in your current state, but your body knows you need to. He’s glad omegas have the drive to eat as much as they can before their heats. You might not survive if you didn’t. Not on those nutritional bars. 

Kyle takes the tray once John is finished, setting it on your desk for now. He’ll give it to Johnny to take back when they go for dinner. John adjusts you against his chest again, resting his chin on your head as he goes through his emails and messages. You shift in his arms, pressing your face into his neck, your tears sliding down his skin. He rubs your back, keeping you pinned against him as he quietly purrs, trying to soothe you. It hurts them both that he can’t, but Kyle knows it’s a natural response. He doesn’t blame you. It must be so jarring not remembering, and all the physical things changing so rapidly, and adding on top of that the pain? He’d probably cry too. 

The knock at the door is soft and quiet, yet you still startle at it, jumping slightly in John's arms. He gently shushes you as a whimper chokes out through the tears. 

Kyle lets Dr. Keller in, closing the door behind her. The soft scent of beta fills the room, Dr. Keller doing her best not to startle you further in your disoriented state. John shifts you slightly so she can see you better. You let out a whine of indignation at being moved, the quiet purr still rumbling in John's chest. 

Dr. Keller sets her bag on the floor before kneeling next to the bed. “Hi honey.” She says, opening up her bag. “Still pretty out of it, huh.” 

The tears continue to cascade down your cheeks, your eyes barely open as you stare at her. You’re still leaning heavily against John’s chest, unable to hold yourself up. Dr. Keller brushes the hair away from your face before taking your temperature, holding the digital thermometer up to your forehead. 

She glances at the screen when it beeps, her brows furrowing just slightly. “A little low,” She says, putting the thermometer back in the bag. “But not concerning.”

John maneuvers you again, pulling an arm free from the blankets so she can check your blood pressure and pulse. 

“How did things go this time?” She asks, placing the blood pressure cuff around your arm. 

“Better.” John responds. “Smoother.” 

“Easier now that we know what to expect.” Kyle says. 

“Good.” Dr. Keller says, taking your pulse and blood pressure. “Heart rate and blood pressure are normal.” She puts the monitors back into the bag, pulling out a pill bottle. “Muscle relaxers, same as last time. Her temperature is a little low, but that could just be a response to such a rapid drop in body temperature as well as changes in her hormones. If she starts feeling cold to the touch, or her extremities start turning blue, get her to emergency.” She zips up her bag, pushing herself up to stand. She gives John a pointed look. “Take care of yourself too. I recommend ice packs.” 

A smile quirks John’s lips, but he doesn't offer any arguments or disagreements. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.” 

Kyle already knows he’s going to be sent for ice packs soon. 

Dr. Keller turns to face him, giving him a soft smile. Kyle hasn’t had many interactions with your doctor, most of them being during your heat and after. Yet, he can’t help but feel comforted by her presence. Maybe it’s her ability to project her scent so much, enough to make even him feel relaxed, or maybe it’s just her calm demeanor, the way she always seems to be so confident and in control. 

“Same thing as last time. Check for blood, if she’s still unresponsive or refusing food after a couple of hours, call me.” She says. “You did a good job, again. You should be proud.” 

Kyle smiles. “I am. Thank you, doctor.” 

He sees her out of the barracks, standing in the cool air for a moment before he closes the door, heading back to your room. 

You’re tucked against John’s chest again, curled up as tight as you can. John has shuffled down the headboard a bit, relaxing back against your pillows. You’re still crying, but it’s been reduced to mostly sniffles. He steps up to the bed, running a hand over your head. He wants to braid your hair again, keep it from tangling but he wouldn’t dare move you right now. His hand moves lower, wrapping around John’s wrist, his thumb brushing his alpha’s skin for a moment. 

“You should go do something.” John says, eyes half closed. “Get out of here and take a break for a bit. We’ll be fine. Going to take a long nap.” 

A smile tugs at Kyle’s lips. He loves moments like this, when his Captain, his alpha is sleepy. He’s softer, the usual sternness that paints his face gone, his shoulders relaxed. It’s partially due to the pain he has to be in, and the exhaustion after the last five days beginning to hit him now that your heat has passed. Kyle squeezes his wrist for a moment before letting go. He’s a bit unsure of what he should do, after standing watch and taking care of the two of you for almost a week. It feels strange to leave now, especially with the two of you so vulnerable. 

John’s hand wraps around his wrist before he can move away, and he turns to look back at his alpha. “Grab me an ice pack first.” 

Kyle’s lips tug up in a smirk. “Of course, sir.” 

He heads to the rec room, pulling one of the larger ice packs out of the freezer before heading back to your room. He doesn’t bother closing your door this time, letting the room air out just a bit as he goes to your bathroom. He grabs a hand towel from under your sink before wrapping it around the ice pack. He pushes the cabinet door closed with his foot before heading back into your room. 

He pulls the stack of blankets and your comforter up just enough to slip it underneath, feeling blindly as he situates it against John’s crotch. The alpha lets out a quiet sigh as he settles the ice pack in place, the cold already beginning to sink through the towel. 

“Thank you.” He says to Kyle, eyes half open as he stares up at his beta. 

“Get some sleep.” Kyle says, tucking the blankets around the both of you before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. 

He stares at his cot, knowing he should start cleaning up, but he’s tired himself. He feels the urge to lay down again, but instead he heads for the laundry room, switching over the laundry. 

He stands in the middle of the hallway once he’s done, staring down one side towards the rec room. He could always sprawl out on the couch and turn on some daytime TV show and pass out there. It wouldn't be too terribly uncomfortable compared to the cot he’s spent the last five days on. 

He turns his head down the other side of the hallway, glancing toward Simon’s office. They have yet to show their faces, not since they left to grab lunch. He wonders if they’ve even returned, or if they chose to stay away for the time being. He chews on his lip for a moment before making his decision, turning down the hallway towards Simon’s office. 

The scent of alpha is strong down the hallway, the musky scent a relief after the sweet scent that’s permeated his thoughts. He doesn’t mind your scent usually, but after five days of the intoxicating sweetness, he needs a break. He needs something fresher, something...different. 

He pauses at the door, hesitating for a moment. He could use some company for a while. He’s been alone with his thoughts far too much. He takes the plunge, knocking on the door. There’s no immediate response, which he was expecting. 

“Just me.” He says, pressing close to the door as he waits. 

“Enter.” Simon’s gruff voice finally says, Kyle just catching it through the door. He might not have heard it if he hadn’t been so close. 

Kyle turns the knob, opening the door. The scent of sex and the thick musk of alpha hits him like a train as he leans into the office. Simon is seated on the edge of one of the cots, mask off and pants flung onto the floor by his desk. Johnny is on his knees between Simon’s legs, a distinct choking sound coming from his throat. 

Simon releases Johnny’s head, letting him pull back from his alpha’s cock. He takes in deep gulps of air, his hand still wrapped around Simon’s hard length. Kyle leans against the doorway, crossing his arms with a knowing smirk. 

“They’re done and cleared, whenever you’re ready.” He tells them. 

Simon grips Johnny’s mohawk, still looking at Kyle as he pushes Johnny’s head towards his cock again. “We’re not quite done here yet.” 

“Looks that way.” Kyle says, and he can’t help the stirring in his pants as Johnny takes Simon back into his mouth. 

A smirk tugs at Simon’s lips as he stares at the other beta. “Want to lend a helping hand? Give poor Johnny a break?” 

Kyle’s throat goes dry at the idea, his eyes flickering to where Johnny has Simon in the back of his throat, lips wide around the alpha’s thick cock. Kyle can’t help but wonder how many times he’s been in that position over the last few days. Johnny lets out a whine as Simon pushes him deeper, his nose almost pressed against the light hair at the base of Simon’s cock. 

“Fuck.” Kyle groans, closing the door behind him. 

Simon wraps his fingers around Kyle’s arm as soon as he’s close, yanking him down so hard Kyle almost falls against him. Kyle has a clear view of Johnny sucking on his alpha’s cock, bobbing his head on the massive length from this angle. Simon’s hand is tight around his forearm, holding him still as he presses his nose against Kyle’s throat. A deep growl rumbles in his chest, his teeth nipping at Kyle’s skin. 

Of course. Kyle hadn’t showered or changed clothes after he left your room. 

He smells like you. 

Simon’s hips buck up, Johnny letting out a strangled gag before he pulls back off of Simon’s cock. 

“Fucking christ.” Johnny chokes out, coughing after getting hit in the back of the throat by Simon’s cock. “Gonnae kill me.” 

Simon doesn’t pay him any mind, his tongue too busy trailing Kyle’s throat, as if he could lick every inch of your scent from his skin. There’s a low rumbling vibrating in Simon’s chest, his grip tight around Kyle’s arm. 

Kyle’s own cock is throbbing, almost as much as it had upon seeing slick drip out of your pussy. Simon lets out a growl before releasing Kyle’s arm, gripping him around the back of his neck. Kyle lets out a quiet moan as Simon forces him down on his knees next to Johnny. The alpha stands from the cot, towering over them as his hard cock nearly throbs in their faces. 

He stares down at them, his eyes dark with lust. It’s not unlike how John’s eyes had looked when he was lost to his rut. 

“Such pretty boys.” Simon rasps, running a hand over each of their heads. 

Johnny purrs, leaning into his touch. Kyle feels the beginnings of a purr rising in his chest, his beta pleased by the large alpha’s praise. 

Kyle turns to face Johnny, gripping his fellow beta’s chin. He turns Johnny to look at him, that gleam in his eyes and stupid grin he gets when he’s subby on his face. Kyle leans forward, licking Johnny’s lips, silently conveying what he wants. Johnny responds immediately, opening his mouth to Kyle. Kyle drags his tongue along Johnny’s, tasting the familiar muskiness of Simon’s cum. 

They’ve been at this for a while. 

Johnny moans needily, his lips closing around Kyle’s tongue, sucking it into his mouth. Kyle groans, pressing his lips to Johnny’s, kissing him deeply. 

“Fucking hell.” Simon groans, fisting his throbbing cock as he stares down at the two betas making out in front of him. 

Drool drips down their chins, Kyle’s mind flashing back to the drool that had dripped out of your mouth, pooling on his chest. His cock throbs and he presses closer to Johnny, holding his face still as he licks the spit from Johnny’s skin. 

Simon groans, watching them. “If you two don’t get back to what you’re supposed to be doing...” 

Johnny grins playfully, both of them turning to face Simon with shiny faces. Simon’s cock is hard and angry looking as he holds it out for them, waiting patiently. Kyle slides his hand down Simon’s cock, replacing the alpha’s hand as he grips the base. Johnny and Kyle both lean forward, dragging their tongues down the sides of Simon’s cock, tracing the veins popping out. Simon groans as they work their way back towards his head, their tongues meeting at the tip. Their tongues swirl over the engorged head, flicking along his slit to gather the precum dripping from the tip of his cock. 

They pull away for a moment, Johnny licking the fluid from Kyle’s mouth before they kiss again, Kyle’s hand pumping Simon’s length. Kyle’s free hand sinks into Johnny’s mohawk, tugging him away from his lips. His hand is still pumping Simon’s cock as he guides Johnny back towards his alpha, Johnny’s mouth opening eagerly. Kyle guides Simon’s thick length into Johnny’s mouth again, using his grip on Johnny’s hair to move him along Simon’s cock. 

Johnny takes more and more of Simon into his mouth, choking slightly as Simon’s head pushes against his tongue. His throat has to be sore after this last week, but not nearly as much as his poor ass. Kyle pushes Johnny all the way onto Simon’s cock, the beta’s nose pressing into the hair around Simon’s cock. Johnny gags, his hands pressing against Simon’s thick thighs before Kyle pulls him off his alpha’s cock. 

Kyle quickly replaces him, licking Johnny’s saliva off the thick length before taking Simon’s cock into his mouth. He relaxes his throat, bobbing his head lower and lower on Simon’s cock. He’s always impressed by the alpha’s size, his own cock throbbing at the memory of John’s cock, the knot pressing right against his rim. 

Simon’s knot must be damn near colossal. 

Kyle presses down until he can feel it, Simon’s cock pushing on the back of his tongue. He pulls off of Simon’s cock, pumping the length for a moment as he breathes. Johnny takes his place again, sucking on Simon’s tip as Kyle cups Simon’s balls in his hand. Simon groans, a growl still rumbling in his chest as your scent still lingers in the air. 

“Gonna cum for us, alpha?” Kyle says, squeezing Simon’s balls gently. 

“Fuck...” Simon groans, the word long and drawn out. 

Kyle and Johnny switch places, Johnny fondling Simon’s balls as Kyle takes Simon’s cock in his mouth again. Simon reaches down, cupping the back of Kyle’s head as he begins to thrust into his mouth, the tangy precum dripping onto Kyle’s tongue telling him everything he needs to know. The alpha is close, his thick length twitching against Kyle’s tongue. Johnny massages Simon’s balls, holding onto them as Simon continues to fuck Kyle’s mouth, the beta suctioning around the alpha as best he can. 

Simon pulls out of Kyle’s mouth, pumping his cock rapidly as he cums, his seed spurting out and landing on Kyle and Johnny’s faces. Kyle licks the salty cum from his lips, wiping the bits from his face with his fingers before sucking them into his mouth. He leans over, dragging his tongue over Johnny’s skin, gathering the rest of Simon’s cum. 

Simon is breathing heavily as he watches Kyle lick Johnny clean before they kiss again, passing Simon’s cum back and forth on their tongues. Simon moans, squeezing around the base of his cock, trying to keep himself from getting hard again as he watches the two betas. 

“Screamin’ Jesus.” Johnny groans as Kyle licks his lips one last time before swallowing down Simon’s cum. “Never gonnae tire of that.” 

“Such a good boy.” Simon praises, running a hand over Kyle’s head. “A reward for taking such good care of our alpha and omega.” 

Kyle grins, practically preening from the alpha’s praise. 

They have no idea. 

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

Alpha male reader with omaga mikey and they are with each other and Mikey heat comes Unexpectedly ♦️

Pairings: Mikey x male reader

Warnings: Alpha male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom/omega!Mikey, lots of pet names, clingy sex, public sex, biting, heat, knotting, brief mention of pregnancy, reader is called "sir + master"

It's a crisp, spring day and you are a humble alpha taking his little omega boyfriend out to the park. As usual, Mikey's first move is to find the food stalls and buy a snack to eat while you take a stroll. Something sweet, obviously. Because what's a daytime park date without a little sugar?

If you're lucky he might even share a bite with you (!!!!!!) without you asking! Your lips linger around Mikey's fingers for just a few seconds longer than they need to, and the omega feels a flush of warmth hit his body from the inside. He shrugs it off though, and your date continues over to a bench by the water.

“A lot of ducks here today, huh?” you comment. Eyeing the feathered creatures as a dozen or so glide along the water's surface.

Mikey looks at you with a raised eyebrow, “I didn't think anyone seemed that rude… that one kid even smiled as we passed them.”

You returned his puzzled expression with one of your own, until it clicked, and you snorted as you corrected him. “Ducks, Mikey,” pointing towards the water in front of you. “not dicks. You've got a dirty little mind today, dont'cha?”

“What do you mean?! That one mistake doesn't make me some pervert, like you think I am!” Mikey pouted, crossing his arms over his chest and swiveling away from you.

Your boyfriend's childish nature is adorable sometimes (and annoying at others…) — huffing while he avoids eye contact, even turning his body away from you so he can pretend to be mad. Such a cutie~

“Uh-huh, sure.” you said sarcastically. “Don't think I didn't see the look in your eyes when I "accidentally" sucked on your fingers earlier. Your mind went somewhere very naughty, and we both know it~” Your teasing turned the tips of Mikey's ears red in an instant, filling his mind with many ideas. In that moment, all the blood in his body rushed downward, causing his soft shaft to slowly swell and rise—creating a small bulge in the front of his pants.

As you turn your attention back to the natural world surrounding you, a soft whine makes your ear twitch. You glance over and notice the deep red taking over Mikey's cheeks and nose, and the way his fingers dig into the wood of the bench you're sitting on. “M-Mikey…?”

The utterance of his name sends another jolt straight to his cock, filling him with an unbearable heat that spreads to every last corner of his body. He's wheezing now, mouth open as ragged breaths come out and his chest heaves. You stare at the sudden new state of your partner in shock — is he getting a fever?! Is this spot too sunny?!

“Hey, babe, are you– are you alright?” you touch the back of your hand against his forehead, and it almost feels like Mikey got a terrible sunburn. “You're burning up! Uuuhh… should we move somewhere with shade?!”

“Lower… touch me lower pleeeaasee~ ” he whines. His thighs tense, rubbing together a bit as he tries not to let a glob of precum spill from his dick. “Please, sir… I need it– mMFhjkD–!! I need Master's touch…”

Wow. Ok, this is embarrassing! As your eyes scan your immediate surroundings, you find that most of the people are over towards the center of the park, or by the entrance. There are still a few people nearby though, and they could probably see or hear you if you do anything right here–

“Mikey, wh– are you…?” you're cut off by Mikey grabbing your wrist and forcing your hand into his pants, unzipping them so that you can fit your whole hand down there. His tiny cock has swelled so much, and the insides of his clothes are soaked already! There's a wet mess sliding down his thighs and pooling underneath his ass.

While you try not to alert any other park-goers, you discreetly palm your boyfriend underneath his clothes, rubbing at his entrance and nearly easing a finger in there. This alone causes your balls to tighten, and you sense something a bit more primal bubbling towards the surface as Mikey whimpers and thrusts his hips wildly — like an animal in heat.

“Mikey, why didn't you tell me your heat was coming on? We could have stayed home — taken care of this properly. The park could've waited.”

“I-I didn't– gnngh-! I didn't kn-know… I swear!” he stammers between noises of ecstasy. “OoOOohh mm~ yeah~ I didn't feel any-thiiing aaAhhH!! A-anything until after we got here… hnngh…” you have to quickly cover your boyfriend's mouth, lest he moan any louder and draw someone's attention.

Well, now that you're less concerned about his health, and you know why Mikey is red and a million degrees, now you have to make a quick decision — how are you going to take care of this? You could try to take him back home, where you'd have all the privacy possible to fuck him silly until this heat subsides. But, looking at the state your boyfriend is currently in, you don't see that working out very well. He's too far into this to walk that far… The park bathrooms aren't private enough, plus they're not all that clean. You guess…

“Pl-please please please please– it huuuurts…” Mikey cries, prying your hand away from his lips and trying to get both of your hands down his pants.

“No — zip these back up, quickly–”

“NONONONONO PLEASE—I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU, MASTER, PLEASE–!!!” Mikey screams, clinging onto your arm like a child would to their parents when they don't want them to leave.

You slap a hand over Mikey's mouth again, nearly flying off of the bench to shush him. “SHH! Be quiet! I'm GOING to, but we can't do it right here! It's bad enough that someone probably saw us already… we're in public, Mikey! We can't just do it in front of an audience!”

Another pitiful whine reverberates into your palm, and the blond's black eyes well with tears as he reluctantly zips up his pants, feeling lonely without your hand on him.

“Get up, hold on to me if you need to.”

Mikey stumbles as you begin walking somewhere, wrapping his arms around your elbow and nuzzling his nose into the exposed skin. That little inhale of your scent has him clenching his legs together for a moment as a dribble of precum leaks out of his tip.

That whole display only causes your hormones to kick in further, bringing an uncomfortable wave of heat to your body now. It's all you can do to lead Mikey along until you come to a rather large hedge on the outer edge of the park, barely covered by a few trees and a fence on one side.

“Why are we… over here?” your little omega asks.

Before you answer, you scoop him up and lay him down on the grass. “Fixing our little "problem"—fuckin'… nngh-” you growl impatiently, “Look at what you did to me, honey…” the very obvious dick-shaped bulge in your pants made Mikey drool. His hands dig into the grass and dirt below him, and his legs spread instinctually.

“That's a good boy, but you gotta take your clothes off first, yeah?” you remind him. In a flash, your boyfriend has his pants and underwear off, only draped around one ankle. At the same time, you unzip yours and pull them down just enough to free your aching, throbbing cock.

“Ready for me?” Mikey nods vigorously, and you quickly line up your cock, pushing against his entrance with a bit of resistance. The slick coating his insides and sliding down his inner thighs helps greatly, though it is still a tight fit. Not that you're complaining, exactly — that tightness feels damn good for both of you.

The little omega opens his mouth to moan—or maybe scream—but not a sound comes out. Instead, his eyes simply glaze over while you bottom out in one thrust. “OoOOohH fuck-! Tight… so fuckin' tight for me…”

Instincts take over as you start humping Mikey's wet hole, already overwhelmed by having his soft, warm insides hug your cock. Primal as this all is, you also desperately cling to your boyfriend—overtaken by a primal love for him too. One hand combs through his hair, pushing it out of his face, while the other slides to the small of his back. “Mhm~ You feel so gooood, baby- ah! ah! ah! Fu-uck y-yeah–!” you drawl to the rhythm of your thrusts. Plowing Mikey's ass so hard that it kind of hurts your hips too.

The omega wraps his arms around the back of your neck, pulling your face closer until your lips brush against his skin. You nibble on his earlobe, and Mikey lets out a cute whimper as his eyes squeeze shut in embarrassment. Nibbling turns to nipping at his neck, which then turns into sucking on the tender flesh — all while the blond moans louder than he probably should.

“Fuck! I'm gonna- hnngh–!!” Before you can even finish your sentence, a flood of thick, creamy cum fills up Mikey's hole. Painting his insides white as you bite down on his shoulder to stay quiet.

“M-more! Moremoremore~! Need… Alpha's cum~💛” his voice fades towards the end, and his small body slumps all at once as the last drops of cum spill into his unprotected hole.

You're barely able to hold yourself up, but you try to, so you don't crush your precious omega with your weight. Though your vision is spotty, you can still appreciate the sight of your darling boyfriend in his blissful state. You assume he's half unconscious already; until you start pulling out and Mikey perks up, whining out “Noooo… isss'not enough yet… need master's cock~”

A knot is already formed at the base of your shaft, and you're honestly not any softer even though you pumped a bucket load of semen into him. You certainly can't walk home like this…

“Yeah? Is this what you're needing, honey?” you ask, bringing one of Mikey's hands to the knot and letting him feel it. He gropes it, strokes it, and begs for you to put it back inside in such a loving voice. It's enough to make you feel bad about even thinking of stopping here.

“Anything for my baby boy~ Haah… wanna push it in yourself?” Mikey nods tiredly, guiding the rest of your dick back into his hole. Once the knot reaches his entrance, he holds onto your hips, and you begin thrusting again. “A little harder—here, I'll help ya.” you take Mikey's waist in your hands and pull him towards you as you thrust in.

The speed of your thrusts picks back up, and with enough effort from both of you, your knot eventually squeezes past his fucked out rim. “Oh god-! It's in! Fffuuck, Mikey… s'tighter than before-!!” As your bulky cock stretches his ass, you can already feel another orgasm coming.

Mikey pulls you down by the neck again, clinging to you—his lifeline, his sunshine, his stars, his galaxy, his entire world—and you return the embrace. His small body takes everything you have to offer as you greedily hump him, creating just enough friction to unload another round of cum into his womb. “Shit! Cumming! Mmhm, gonna breed you, Mikey~ Gonna breed my sweet omega–!!”

“Breed me! Please… mMMhgNm…” his muffled cries turn into whimpers as you up the ante with your breeding talk–

“Oh fuck-! Gonna knock you up, yeah? Fill your little tummy with kids?” between every powerful bump against Mikey's body, you affirm his deep-rooted desires. “You'll be a daddy after I'm finished with ya, sweetheart~”

—

You're not sure how many minutes pass, but what you are sure of is the fact that your knot hasn't gone away yet… it's still swollen, tethering you and your omega together and preventing you from leaving your hiding spot.

Mikey is all but passed out under you, and it's still early enough in the day — it's not like you need to rush out of the park, sooooo… you guess you're just going to lay here until you can safely pull out.

In the meantime, what's the harm in admiring your boyfriend while he naps? After all, his soft features look even prettier after you had them twisting in pleasure~

[woncheolisms]

one or the other. (itadori yuuji/ryomen sukuna x reader)

summary: when yuuji might be too inexperienced to take care of you during your heat, sukuna steps in.

word count: 2050

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, alpha!yuuji, alpha!sukuna, omega!reader, fem!reader, smut, omegaverse jargon (heat, slick, knot, scent,mating), sukuna is an asshole, swearing

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

divider by @/cafekitsune

Usually, having the affections of two Alphas would be a real confidence booster for an omega. Managing to not attract one, but two potential mates? How flattering. But you were not sure this logic applied to you since the two Alphas you had attracted lived in the same body.

And they were the polar opposites of each other.

Yuuji was properly courting you. He bought you a delicate (but likely expensive) pendant, with a beautiful silver charm on it. He held doors for you, treated you to food whenever he could, and took you out on many, many dates. He really worked for your affections. And that made your heart soar.

Then there was Sukuna, who usually only manifested as a mouth on Yuuji’s cheek, but despite his small presence, really made himself known by being as vulgar about you as physically possible.

“You’re gonna go out smelling like that? An Alpha two miles away could catch your scent.”

“You look delicious, Omega. I should bend you over and fuck you right here.��

“When’s your next heat? You need a partner?”

“Tch. Still unmated. I would change that immediately.”

Yuuji would smack a palm against his cheek, muffling the mouth and one single eye that peeked down at you, apologizing profusely about how disrespectful Sukuna was being. You would shrug it off, not feeling threatened by the curse. You firmly believed he was being so vulgar because there was little else he could do. After all, he couldn’t take over unless Yuuji relinquished control over him.

You let Yuuji court you for three months before finally inviting him to help you with your heat. Usually, you were used to getting through it alone. But you trusted him by now, and you knew he was a capable Alpha. He would get you through it.

What you didn’t anticipate was just how much you would need out of him.

“Fuck,” you moaned, head tilted up to the ceiling. The feeling of Yuuji’s cock carving into your desperate pussy was intoxicating to you. You couldn’t believe how big he was, thick and heavy, throbbing as he plunged into you over and over. He was groaning into your neck, tongue lapping at your scent gland and sending shivers down your spine. His hips were steady and going strong, but you needed more. Your body needed more.

“F-faster,” you managed to gasp out. You angled your hips, trying as hard as you could to make Yuuji hit that one spot. It was so close, you could feel it. Like an itch just waiting to be scratched. You spread your legs wider, nearly whining when that didn’t help. Slick gushed from your hole as if your pussy was coaxing him to go deeper, to hit you where it mattered.

“Y-Yuuji, more.” You finally whined, and the noise made him tense. No Alpha liked to hear a yearning Omega, especially not one that they were trying to help. He lifted his head from your neck, his pupils blown but trained on your face. Your teary eyes made the Alpha in him growl and pace. While he wanted to fuck you to tears, he could tell these were from frustration.

He sped up again, with renewed vigor, trying everything he could to make sure you got what you wanted.

“You’re not doing it right.”

The voice made his hips stutter, rhythm collapsing. Your panting breaths halted, eyes widening and trained on his cheek. Yuuji nearly groaned.

“Go away.” He gritted out. This was the worst time for a snarky curse to insert himself into the situation.

“He ain’t fucking you right, Omega.” Sukuna now addressed you. You eyed the mouth, watching as the little slit below Yuuji’s eye opened to show you a red iris, peering down at you. “He’s not angling his hips right. Not going all the way, right? That’s what you want? To really get the daylights fucked out of you?”

Yuuji cursed and reached a hand up to muffle him, but you grabbed his wrist, making him stop. Startled brown eyes met yours.

“Wha-”

Sukuna cackled. “She wants me. Don’t you, Omega? Tell him. Give me control and I’ll show him how to really fuck an Omega in heat.”

You bit your bottom lip, contemplating. Yuuji’s eyebrows shot up, staring down at you in shock.

“Are you serious?”

“Please,” you tried to justify it. “I just- it hurts. It hurts and I want more so badly.” You reached shaky hands up to run over Yuuji’s cheeks, avoiding the mouth that had now fallen silent once he saw that things were going his way.

“Alpha,” you called for him, and Yuuji shuddered. The Alpha in him growled, and he wanted to give in immediately. Anything for his omega. Sukuna spoke up again.

“You let me do this and I will give you back control as soon as I’m done fucking her. Deal?”

Yuuji wanted to berate him for his words, but he doubted it mattered. That’s exactly what Sukuna was gonna do anyway. And that’s what you wanted.

“How can I trust you to give me back control?” He thought in his mind, knowing the curse could hear him.

“A deal is a deal. I know to honor my word.”

“No loopholes?”

“No loopholes. All I want is her.”

Yuuji looked down at you, at the apprehension on your pretty face. The tears had dried, but Yuuji was reminded that being an Alpha wasn’t enough. He needed to be an experienced Alpha. He needed to learn.

And so he sunk into his mind.

You nearly gasped when thin, black lines started to carve themselves onto Yuuji’s face, his eyes blinking open to reveal deep red irises, and his tight mouth pulling up into a carnal grin. All down his body, the marks appeared, accentuating his muscles and drawing attention to his broad chest. You felt a thrill run through you when Sukuna ran his stare down your naked figure, down until his eyes were on your pussy.

He tsked, curling a finger and letting the knuckle graze over your slit. You gasped.

“Poor little Omega.” His tone was teasing, condescending. “You want a thick Alpha knot so bad. Fucking whore.”

You felt your body heat up at his words, feeling a line of wetness run down your pussy. He grinned at the sight.

“This is what you really wanted. No Omega in heat wants to be treated nice. You need to be put in your place. Dicked down so good you can’t move for days.”

Yuuji’s cock, which had slipped out of you, was now slowly hardening again, and Sukuna tapped in against your clit, making you jerk. You bit your lip, feeling your desire build again. You had no idea that you enjoyed this kind of dirty talk so much, and you think a lot of it had to do with your heat. Sukuna was right. You needed to have every part of your body rearranged under his rough hands.

He reached down to bite at your shoulder, making you moan. His hands wandered to your breasts, pinching a nipple until it was painful, making your back arch. His cock ran over your folds, parting them to run through the wet mess between them. He prodded at your entrance and before you could react, slammed in with one long stroke.

You gasped and arched into him, gripping tightly at his biceps. But Sukuna was having none of it, one hand reaching for your wrists and pinning them above your head. The restrain on your mobility sent a thrill running down your spine, and Sukuna seemed to notice, his grin so sleazy you nearly came on the spot.

“You gonna be a good bitch and let me use you?”

You clenched around him hard. “Yes, Alpha.”

Sukuna pulled back all the way, before thrusting back in and setting a truly brutal pace. You arched into him, crying out when his cock smacked into your giddy pussy over and over, going so deep it almost hit your cervix. Almost. Toeing the line between pain and pleasure had you screaming and crying.

Sukuna let out his first groan, appreciative and low, making you keen at just the thought that your pussy pleased him. Your senses were clouding, body temperature rising even more as your heat intensified. Your primal instincts were taking over, making you desire nothing more than to submit to the Alpha before you. Sukuna’s free hand hooked under your knee, pulling it up until it was nearly bent to your chest, and the angle shifted.

You came right then, hard and fast.

You cried and jerked, helpless under the tight grip of the Alpha. His large frame towered over you, his cock fucking down into your pussy with no signs of slowing.

“Look at that.” He groaned, watching you come down from your high. “Good Omega, fuck. Think you can do that again?”

You nodded vigorously, teary vision barely focusing on the grin on Sukuna’s face. His hand released your wrists, instead grabbing your other leg and pulling it up until he had you pinned in a mating press. You wailed at the change in angle, his thick cock throbbing inside your weeping pussy. You were so wet that your slick made filthy noises as he slid in and out of you, hitting every spot right as he ruined your body. With his arms pinning your legs tight against your body, one large hand wrapped around your neck, tilting your head to the side until your scent gland, swollen and needy, showed proudly right before his eyes.

He groaned again, hips stuttering a little at the sight, and his mouth watered. He pushed deeper into you, making you cry out, legs shaking so much that you were certain you were ready to pass out.

“You gimme one work orgasm and I’ll give you a fat knot. You want that, Omega?”

You nodded, nails digging into his back. “W-want it. Please. Alpha.”

Sukuna stared at your neck. “And if I mark you? Make you mine forever? You wanna be my good little bitch for the rest of your life?”

You felt yourself clench at the thought, orgasm building in you as Sukuna fucked you with no reservations.

“Yes, yes.” Your mind soared at the thought. “Make me yours. Wanna be yours s-so bad. Please.”

He cackled a bit, nosing at the gland. His hips frantically smacked against yours over and over, and you could feel the swell of his cock right at the base. He was getting ready to knot you. At the thought, another orgasm barrelled hard into you, your body drawn so tight you nearly cried.

“Take it, Omega. Be a good girl and take everything-”

He swelled more, the base catching almost painfully against your hole, before he expanded rapidly and pressed hard into you, shoving the knot deep inside your pussy before flooding you with ropes and ropes of white hot cum. Sukuna loudly groaned, biting down against your neck until his teeth broke the skin and the metallic taste of blood hit his tongue. You felt another, mind-numbing orgasm rip through your body, weeping and crying through it as you relished in the burn of your neck and the heavy feeling of his load inside you.

Through blurry eyes, you watched as the black marks on his body faded away, and then a gentle tongue lapped at the mark on your neck, soothing the sting of the vicious bite. His knot hadn’t settled, still pumping cum inside you. Strong arms wrapped around your torso before turning your joined bodies around, laying you on top of him as you waited for the knot to deflate, while being careful not to jostle you too much.

Yuuji’s warm brown eyes met yours and he gave you a dopey smile.

“You are so beautiful.” You flushed at the compliment and he ran a thumb over your fresh mark, making you shiver. “And you’re all mine.”

Your lips twitched up into a smile. Despite your heat clearing, you didn’t regret your decision to mate with him at all. Yuuji was the perfect gentleman, the perfect Alpha. And whatever he lacked, Sukuna made sure to cover for.

So really, you were an Omega who had two Alphas.

[skzdust]

A Collar With A Tag

SMUT. MINORS DNI.

Mingi... alpha Mingi... my beloved... this is just a short little fic with NO plot but I love himmmmm

Shout out to @isawafilmtodayonbluejayway who put this idea on one of my request posts and gave me this idea 🫶 I love pet play and I love Mingi so thank you for getting me inspired!

Summary: You get home to find your roommate in rut, and he wants you to be his puppy.

Pairing: Alpha!Mingi x Omega!Afab!Reader

Includes: omegaverse/a/b/o, pet play, "puppy", "slut", mentions of collars, mentions of choking, knotting, coming inside, post-sex cuddles

Word count: 1.3k

Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife,

@hyunjinsjeans, @somethingkindazainy, @silverstarburst

Network:@mirohs-aurora-society

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Masterlist

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The scent hit you the second you opened the door. Hot, needy, almost predatory.

And so distinctively Mingi it made you ache.

You locked the door behind you. “Mingi?” You called into the house. “You okay?”

There was no answer. You went up the stairs, dropping your things in your bedroom before knocking softly on the door to Mingi’s.

“Y/n…” Mingi moaned. “Come in.”

Mingi was laying back on the bed, sweat visible on his forehead from the door. He was breathing hard, panting, his hands folded on his lap.

“You okay?”

“I’m— I’m fine.”

You looked him up and down. “You don’t look fine.”

“I’m fine.” His teeth were gritted. “And if you come any further into this room I will pin you down and breed that omega cunt so full you’ll feel it for days.”

A wave of heat went through your body. “You’re in rut.”

“No shit.”

You took a step inside. “Is there anything I can get you? Do you want water, or—”

Mingi hadn’t been kidding, apparently, because he was on you in a second, grabbing your waist and picking you up before throwing you on the bed. You yelped. “Mingi—”

“Tell me to stop.” He growled. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

You hesitated. “Mingi… we shouldn’t.”

“I don’t care.” His voice went dangerous. “I don’t give a a shit what we should or shouldn’t do. I need to breed something, and I’ve restrained myself from coming in and fucking you silly every heat you’ve had since I moved into this damn house with you, and now you’re here?” He laughed. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to turn you into my good little puppy for months now.��

You opened your mouth to whine, but Mingi was already working your jeans down your legs. “You ready for my alpha cock to split you open, puppy?”

“Yes.” You breathed.

“You’re not gonna be able to fucking speak when I’m done with you.” He threw your jeans somewhere over his shoulder. “But while you still can, beg like a good puppy should.”

You were already slick for him. You shifted your legs to try and hide your dripping pussy, but he was already pushing your thighs apart.

His scent shifted. He was even hornier now looking at you.

“Mingi, please.” You sobbed. “Please fuck me.”

“Better.” He snarled, hauling you up and tossing you closer to the center of his bed. Your hips pushed up desperately against the air.

“Please, Mingi, I’m your good puppy, I’ll be your good puppy, just tell me what to do!” You were aching bad at this point, so ready for Mingi’s cock it was all you could do not to jump on him yourself.

You had a feeling bad dogs would get reprimanded, though, and you didn’t want that, so you stayed on your back, shivering under his harsh gaze.

“You’re lucky I’m in rut, or I’d tease you a lot longer, but as it is right now, I just need to knot that slick cunt.” He took off his own pants, and your mouth practically dropped at seeing his cock. It was so big, you didn’t know how it would fit, with a knot so wide you were seeing stars before it was even inside you.

He lined himself up, looking at you with a smirk for a second before driving his whole cock inside you in one thrust.

You gasped for breath, the fullness overwhelming. Your gasping turned to whimpers and whines, and your hips pushed up to meet Mingi. “Fuck me!”

“You’d think you’re the one in heat here, not me.” He groaned, starting to fuck into you faster than you’d ever been fucked before. He seemed to read your mind. “I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else.” His thrusts grew impossibly faster. “You’re fucking mine, you hear me? My puppy slut, my toy to fuck.”

“Yes, Mingi!” You threw your head back. “Yes, God, you fill me up so full, ugh, don’t stop…”

“Good puppy.” His hand wrapped around your throat. “Too bad we don’t have a real collar right now, my hand will just have to do.”

“Get me a collar.” You whined. “Please, Mingi, want everyone to see I’m yours.”

“I’ll get you one with a tag. A collar with a tag. Mingi’s puppy. Would you like that?” His voice was low, ever-shifting with the effort he was putting into fucking you. “You would, wouldn’t you, slut?”

“Yeah.” Your eyes rolled back as his hand twitched around your neck. He wasn’t choking you, just holding your neck, an ever-present reminder— maybe a promise— that you were his, his plaything, his puppy. “Yeah, need that, Mingi.”

“Good fuckpet.”

Your breath was erratic. It felt like everything Mingi said had you gasping or whining or making some kind of pathetic little noise.

“I’m gonna knot you.” He continued. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, stuff you airtight. My puppy deserves it for being so well-behaved.”

“Please! Please.”

He kept fucking you, his fingers twitching on your neck, your hip. He felt so fucking big inside you, you had no idea how his knot would fit, but you were excited to see how good it would feel when Mingi stuffed it inside you. You had a feeling he would make it fit.

You didn’t have to wait long. “Gonna knot you, puppy.”

“Yes.” You groaned. “Yes, please.”

Mingi pushed inside and stayed inside, and from that feeling alone you could’ve come, but when his knot inflated and he was locked inside you, you were pushed over the edge into your climax. You shook as he filled you up, his fingers surely leaving bruises on your hips. He murmured a string of pet names, commands, and other dirty things as he came. “Good slut, good puppy, take me so well, take my cum so good. Look at you, you’re such a good girl, such a good girl for me.”

When he was done, he carefully moved both of you onto your sides so you were facing each other, locked together. He brushed a piece of hair off your face. “Did that feel good?”

You swatted him, but there was no real fire behind it. “It felt amazing, did you even need to ask that question? God, you feel so good.” You moaned as he shifted a bit, moving inside you.

“So you… you like being my puppy?”

“Yes, I like being your puppy.” You smiled at him. “I like being yours.”

He smiled back. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, y/n.”

“And I’ve wanted you.” You said softly.

“It’ll take some time before this rut’s over, you know…”

You laughed loudly. “You can just ask me to help me through your rut, Mingi.”

“Can you help me through my rut?”

“I’d—” You cut yourself off with a moan as he thrust shallowly inside you, the knot preventing him from doing too much. He smirked.

You rolled your eyes. “I was going to say I’d love to, but if you’re going to act like this the whole time—”

“I won’t, I won’t, I’m sorry.” He giggled, but then his eyes darkened as he looked at you. “You just feel so fucking good around me, I can’t resist.”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “Yes, Mingi, I would love to help you through your rut.”

He scooped you into a hug, and despite the giant cock inside you, you relaxed into him. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” You murmured, finding his hair and stroking through it with your fingers. “Anytime.”

[lay-z]

brainrotting on how Alpha!Price would have Omega!Reader sit on his lap for cuddles whilst he’s doing paperwork, one hand acting doing work, the other just gently caressing you…

…until he slips his hand down your joggers, shushing you, reminding you that he’s still got to work, but that won’t prevent him from taking care of his little ‘mega

Like... this? 😮‍💨

Pairing: alpha!John Price x fem!omega!Reader

MDNI, 18+ | tw: omegaverse; alpha/omega established relationship; edging; fingering; dirty talk

It borders on cruelty, really, but then again, you’re terribly dramatic and deep down relishing in the attention your handsome alpha is giving you.

The way John keeps you spread open on his muscular thighs, all naked and exposed for him from the waist down, sweatpants and panties dangling from one ankle while he toys with your dripping cunt so nonchalantly, working at his desk in his home office like you’re not currently drenching his thick fingers with your arousal, like you’re not panting softly and writhing on his wide lap while he’s going through a pile of classified documents.

His fingers must be pruned by now at how embarrassingly wet you are and he cannot be as unaffected as he’d like to make it out, because you can clearly feel his fat bulge press against your rear through his cargo pants.

But whenever you let him know how mean he’s being by making your needy, pathetic little omega whines and whimpers, he simply hushes you, and leans in briefly to nip at the side of your exposed neck, right where the mark of his claim on you is adorning your skin in the form of an awfully pretty scar. A scar you love to show off and prance around with around base.

“Shhh, love, you’re being very distracting,” John murmurs accusingly as if this whole situation wasn’t his idea in the first place. “Just a couple more reports to go and I’ll stuff you full with my knot again, hm? Can you be patient f’me?” His slicked up fingers rub your swollen clit languidly, coaxing you to the edge of relief until your pussy clenches around nothing and your breath pitches, muscles tensing as you lean back against his chest, but he pulls away from your throbbing nub at the last second and squeezes your folds together instead, smothering and ruining your orgasm.

And you buck your hips with a squeak in a desperate attempt to make him rub your clit again, to have him touch you where you need it, quench the burning need in your belly and make you come.

But John simply clicks his tongue in mock disappointment and sighs gruffly before giving your sopping pussy a few chiding slaps with his meaty hand; soft, sticky slaps that leave you mewling and gasping, and your legs trembling while you can feel your slick run down your ass crack and staining his pants.

“Behave.” John growls against your ear, strong chest rumbling against your back while his middle and ring finger disappear inside your grateful hole with an obscene squelch. “Say ‘yes, sir’.”

“Yes, sir!” you gasp, eyes widening before going half-lidded with mind-numbing pleasure. You melt on his lap, thighs spreading wider, head tipping back against his shoulder as he fingers your cunt slowly and deeply, stoking the mounting pleasure as you gush more slick around his thick digits.

“Mhmm, that’s it, darling,” he coos, nosing along the curve of your neck as he inhales the sweet scent of your omega arousal and submission to him oozing off you, “All dumb an’ greedy for my cock already, just how I like my pretty ‘mega.”

[forest-hashira]

Mating Season

back with my final entry for my love in the air omegaverse event! it's also technically a sequel to this fic that i wrote for a different omegaverse event last spring. it's not necessary to read that one first, but for anyone who's into hybrid smut, that one's like 8k words, so. more for you to enjoy! i hope this sequel measures up to the original, bc i once again let the horny gremlin take over and write most of this for me lmao. enjoy this madnesss 💜

event masterlist | read on ao3 | wc: ~3.5k | cw: omegaverse, hybrid au (fox!suguru/bunny!satoru/bunny!reader), gn afab reader (afab anatomy terms used), alpha!suguru/omega!satoru/omega!reader, gojo cries & not in a sexy way, mating cycles/in heat (gojo + reader), intersex omega (gojo has a pussy + a dick), established relationship, oral sex (satoru receiving), threesome, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms, creampies, heavy breeding kink, knotting, reader & satoru referred to as "mommy" once. 18+ only, minors & ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked.

When Satoru’s heat had started, you’d waved Suguru off, promising to take care of your fellow bunny until your alpha returned from work. He’d hesitated at first, understandably, but when he saw the way Satoru nuzzled into you and relaxed, his tail twitching happily, his worries seemed to ease a bit. Unfortunately for you, though, that had just been the calm before the storm. Almost as soon as your omega mate shed most of his clothes to keep from overheating too badly, his scent filled the room, even more syrupy-sweet than usual because of his heat. It practically had your mouth watering, and you knew from the moment that Satoru had given you his pleading puppy look, fingers playing with the waistband of your pants, that you were a goner.

What you hadn’t really expected, though, was for your own heat to rear its ugly head while Satoru worked you open with his fingers. The combination of his pheromones and the way he babbled between kisses about needing to breed was apparently enough to make your body get with the program. You felt fire flicker to life in your core, and you whined needily into his mouth, suddenly as desperate as he was. 

He swore into the kiss, pulling away to stare down at you, the stunning cerulean of his eyes now only a thin ring around his pupils. You stared back up at him wordlessly, panting and rolling your hips down to meet his fingers. When he added a third and curled the digits into your sweet spot, your back arched off the bed, a nearly inhuman noise escaping your lips.

“Satoru,” you cried out, squirming at his touch even as your body relaxed a bit more. “‘S too hot in here…”

“‘Cause you’ve still got your clothes on,” he replied, though he made no move to help you out of them, just watched your pussy greedily clench around his fingers, clearly eager for more.

“Then help me out of them!” you replied indignantly, trying to pull your shirt over your head and only managing to get the fabric twisted around your ears. “Satoru,” you whined again, bumping his side with your knee. “‘M all tangled.”

The other bunny looked up at you then, and he did his best to help you get out of your shirt without hurting you, but he refused to quit fingering you even for a second, so it took the pair of you a good thirty seconds to finally toss the offending fabric onto the floor. Having not put on a bra after waking up, you were now completely bare beneath your mate, and he quickly buried his face in your chest, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin he could reach. The feeling of his fluffy hair and soft ears brushing across your skin had you gasping and trying to wiggle away from the ticklish sensation.

“Where you tryin’ t’go, little bunny?” Satoru asked, tilting his head slightly to look up at you. “Don’t you like when I touch you?”

Heat flooded your face, leaving every inch of you burning over your circumstances. “Tickles,” you told him after a moment, threading your finger through his hair and pushing it back from his face.

“My little bunny’s sooo sensitive,” he teased, a glint in his eye, but he had a bit of mercy on you, lifting his head to capture your lips in another heated kiss instead. When you sighed into him, he took advantage by slipping his tongue into your mouth and curling his fingers hard against your sweet spot. The way you jolted and moaned into him made him moan, too, and he rocked his hips down against yours.

“Please,” you panted, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. “Fuck, ‘toru, need more. Need you to fill me up, please.” With every passing moment, your heat was further clouding your mind, narrowing your focus to the burning need to be filled by your mate, to be knotted and bred until you couldn’t move anymore.

Feeling just as desperate as you with the need to breed, Satoru obliged your plea, pulling his fingers from your pussy and guiding his aching cock into you in their place. The glide as he pressed forward was effortless, your body already dripping slick even though your heat had barely even started. 

You moaned at the faint stretch as he filled you, immediately rolling your hips up to meet him; if he didn’t start fucking you right away you thought you might cry. Thankfully, though, your fellow omega either got the hint, or was just as frantic for relief as you were, and he began driving into you in earnest. The bedroom quickly filled with a symphony of your moans and Satoru’s grunts and whines. You were vaguely aware of your own voice begging your fellow bunny to breed you, and his only partially intelligible responses, and before you knew it, an orgasm was racing through you, leaving you shaking beneath your mate as you clawed at his back and cried out his name. 

The feeling of you clenching around his cock was enough to send Satoru toppling over the edge. He bit down on your shoulder as he spilled into you, not quite hard enough to break the skin, but certainly hard enough to leave a mark. His hips never quite stilled even as he came, and a few moments passed with the two of you breathing hard against each other’s skin. Despite each of you having had a rather intense orgasm, the voracity of your heats failed to ease at all. If you’d been in a more rational state of mind, it wouldn’t have been a surprise – you hadn’t gotten the knot you craved, and Satoru had yet to experience any sort of attention to his own pussy – but with your minds muddled by hormones, all you felt was upset. 

“Satoru…” you whined, rolling your hips up against him, one hand threading into his sweaty white hair. “Please, need more… Need you to breed me, need your babies…”

“Fuck, yeah, need it too,” he mumbled into your neck, beginning to move his his hips again almost immediately, his pace just as desperate as before. 

Lost to the pleasure of being filled over and over, one round blurring into the next, you found yourselves losing track of time; the only thing that mattered to either of you was breeding, the need so deep and intense that it threatened to eat you from the inside. There wasn’t a moment that Satoru wasn’t inside you, and that you weren’t clinging to him; the air of your bedroom filled with the scent of your shared heat and the breathless panting and moaning of each other’s names as you tried to ease the fire you both felt in your core.

What clued you in to the fact that the two of you were no longer alone wasn’t the sound of doors opening, or the sound of Suguru calling your names, letting you know he was home; it was his scent entering the room, spicy and smoky and soured with worry. 

You and Satoru both stilled for the first time in… you weren’t sure how long, and did your best to turn to him without separating from each other. Thankfully, he was already making his way to your bedside, and he dropped to his knees as soon as he reached you. 

“Oh, bunnies, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here,” he murmured, brows pinched and ears drooping; even through the haze of your heat you could tell he was upset, and likely feeling guilty. You really couldn’t have that. 

Weakly, you reached out towards him, a soft whine of what hopefully resembled his name escaping you. He was quick to take your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before cradling it to his cheek. He searched your face for a moment, then turned his attention to Satoru, whose cheek now rested against your own as he panted soft, quick breaths. When Suguru’s hand came to rest on his other cheek, his eyes fluttered shut and he whined. 

“Alpha,” you pleaded, weakly wrapping his own hand around his mate’s wrist. “Need your help… ‘s too hot without you…”

“Shh, sweet boy, it’s okay. I’m here now, and I’m going to take care of both of you, I promise.” He leaned forward and kissed the other man’s forehead, then your own, before standing once again. He made quick work of his own clothing, and once he was nude you were granted a fresh wave of his scent; the worry had faded a bit, replaced with arousal that was beginning to show itself in other ways, too. 

Without even thinking about it, you reached out again, brushing your fingers against his hip, hazy eyes locked on his half-hard cock. Before you could take it into your hand, though, he was moving to the foot of the bed. Grabbing your ankle with one hand and Satoru’s with the other, he tugged you closer to himself, causing you both to squeak in surprise.

Once he was satisfied with your proximity, he released you, and knelt once more. Though he was now out of your line of sight, it wasn’t difficult to realize what he was doing, especially based on the way your fellow bunny reacted

Satoru’s gasp quickly melted into a moan, and he rocked his hips back towards your alpha a bit, though he didn’t want to leave the welcoming heat of your cunt. 

Suguru, eager to make up for lost time, lapped at the omega’s pussy, drinking in the slick that dripped from him like he needed it to survive. When he moaned at the taste, Satoru’s hips bucked again, making you moan breathily beneath him. The alpha fully committed himself to the task before him, fucking the bunny relentlessly with his tongue, as if he were trying to apologize for leaving his mates wanting for so long. Though he wanted to close his eyes and fully lose himself in pleasuring his mate, the fox dutifully kept his gaze locked on Satoru’s snow-white tail as it twitched with pleasure; just like always, it twitched faster and faster as he grew closer to orgasm, until it was trembling nonstop. 

It wasn’t long until Satoru was gasping and moaning, babbling a half-garbled warning before he came, once again filling you as he cried out, the sound muffled by the skin of your throat. The feeling of him spilling into you again drew a soft moan from your lips, and you wrapped your arms a bit tighter around him, your nails lightly scratching against his scalp. You watched over your fellow bunny’s shoulder as Suguru stood, lightly nipping the soft skin of Satoru’s ass on his way up. His pupils were blown wide with lust, his dark hair already tumbling around his shoulders, his half-bun fighting to keep any of the silky strands out of his face.

He caught your eye as he wiped your omega mate’s slick from his chin, and he smiled at you. “Has our bunny been taking care of you after triggering your heat?” he asked, his voice almost jarringly sweet.

You nodded in response, watching with hazy eyes as he removed the hair tie from his hair, allowing it to spill around his face like ink for a moment before gathering it all into a quick, somewhat messy bun once again. “Mm-hm,” you hummed after a moment, knowing that your alpha liked when you answered him verbally.

“Good,” the fox murmured, smiling down at you for a moment before turning his attention to the other omega. “What about you, Satoru? Has our little one been taking good care of you today?” As he spoke, he rubbed gentle circles at the small of Satoru’s back, just above his tail; he was almost as touchy as Satoru was when it came to the two of you, but he was much more subtle about it.

“Y-Yeah, they have,” the frosty haired bunny managed to pant after a moment, subtly pressing back into Suguru’s warm touch. “Need you, too alpha, please?”

You whined softly in agreement with Satoru’s words, reaching for Suguru once again; sure, you’d been bred practically nonstop by one of your mates for most of the day, but it wasn’t the same as having your alpha’s knot.

Suguru was quick to take your hand in his own, leaning down slightly to press a kiss to your knuckles. “I know, sweet bunnies, I know, but I can only help one of you at a time.” He looked genuinely guilt stricken as he spoke, like it pained him deeply to know he would have to leave one of you wanting.

Apparently more lost to the haze of his heat hormones than you, Satoru let out a weak little sob against your throat at Suguru’s words. He arched his hips up a bit closer to your alpha as he practically begged, “Please, alpha, need you so bad… ‘m so empty, it hurts.”

The once pleasant aroma of all of your combined scents quickly soured, Satoru’s distress so intense that you could practically taste it. You immediately began scratching his scalp again, murmuring little assurances and massaging the base of his fluffy ears; anything you could think to do to soothe him, you did. He quieted the smallest amount under your touch, but it was clear that his heat hormones were really starting to mess with him.

Suguru swore quietly under his breath, and you glanced up at him, giving him a faint nod when you finally caught his eye; you were dying for his touch and attention, too, of course, but having Satoru breeding you for hours had taken the edge off your own heat enough that you could wait until your fellow omega was able to get the relief he was in such desperate need of. 

The alpha relaxed a bit when you gave him the go ahead, and he nodded back, his ears slowly easing from where they’d gone flat with worry over his distressed omega. “Shh, Satoru, it’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m here to take care of you now, it’s okay.” He resumed rubbing circles on the bunny’s back as he spoke, soothing his mate as much as he could before going any further. When Satoru calmed at his words, his touch easing more tension from his lithe frame, Suguru smiled a bit, seeming to relax a bit himself. Once he was satisfied, the fox shifted, one hand gently holding your fellow omega’s hip steady, the other guiding his cock towards the bunny’s slick cunt. 

“Deep breaths, bunny,” Suguru murmured, giving Satoru’s hip a gentle squeeze.

Satoru did as he was asked, taking in a deep, somewhat shaky breath, though the exhale quickly dissolved into a moan as the alpha finally gave him the attention – the relief – that he needed, slowly sliding into his tight, wet heat. “Fuck,” he whimpered, canting his hips back toward your alpha. “Feels so good…”

Both you and Suguru moaned in tandem, Satoru’s movement causing his cock to drag against your walls and dragging Suguru in deeper at the same time. When the fox was finally as deep as he could get, hips flush against your fellow bunny’s ass, he paused, letting out a few shaky breaths as he collected himself. Satoru’s tail twitched against his abdomen, and the alpha let out a soft, short growl, his ears twitching at the feeling; if you’d been less lost to your sudden heat and the pleasure of being full for so long, you’d have found it more amusing. 

The sound of Satoru whimpering is what finally got Suguru moving again. “Shh, bunny,” he soothed, “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Settling both hands on the omega’s waist, he got a firm, though still gentle, grasp of his hips. “Gonna do all the work for you now, okay?”

“‘Kay,” Satoru murmured, allowing himself to melt into you a bit more. Though the weight of him relaxing further into you, coupled with the added weight of Suguru keeping you all pressed together, was more than you were used to, you had to admit you liked it; it was comforting, in an instinctual way you couldn’t quite articulate. Then your alpha followed through on your promise, and your head dropped back onto the pillow.

The way that your fox guided Satoru’s hips was incredible, the movements fluid but calculated, playing all three of your bodies like instruments; each roll of his hips had the tip of his cock pressing into your sweet spot, and if the breathy little moans that left your bunny’s lips were anything to go by, they also had Suguru’s cock pressing all the right buttons inside of Satoru. 

For a little while, the steady, fluid pace that Suguru set was perfect, but eventually Satoru began to grow impatient, letting out fussy little breaths and rocking his hips back a bit more forcefully into the fox. 

“Need it, alpha, please…” he whined, lifting his head from your neck, where he’d been pressing kisses and leaving little nips wherever he could reach. “‘M not gonna break, just give it to me.” Glancing over his shoulder at Suguru, he twitched his tail again, knowing the sensation would spur your mate on, just like it always did. 

Despite looking mostly composed still, you noticed his tail twitching behind him, one of his dark ears flicking in response to your omega’s words as well. “You need it, hm?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What is it that you need, Satoru? Need me to fuck you real good? Need me to make the heat pains go away for good? Need me to put a baby in you, make you a mommy? Is that what you need?” With each question, Suguru increased the pace he moved Satoru’s hips, making both of you moan beneath him. When the alpha referred to him as “mommy,” though, Satoru moaned even louder. The sound only seemed to spur Suguru on, and soon enough he was snapping his hips against your fellow omega’s with every thrust, though he made sure to still fuck the other bunny’s cock into you; he didn’t want to leave either of his mates wanting, after all. 

“I see,” he said, breathing a bit harder as he spoke. “You need me to breed you, huh? Don’t worry, bunny, I’ll make sure you’re so thoroughly bred during your heat that it’s impossible for you to not be carrying my baby.” He drove into the other man harder and harder with every thrust, which in turn made every thrust of Satoru’s hips more forceful. The tip of your omega mate’s cock was practically bruising your cervix, and it made stars burst across your vision. You could feel that coil tightening in your core once again, but it wasn’t quite enough to get you to your peak. 

“Please!” Satoru wailed, tears once again spilling down his cheeks. “Yes, please, alpha, fuck, want it so fucking bad…” He was practically babbling at this point, consumed by his instinct to be bred by his alpha to the point that nothing else mattered to him. 

“I’ll give it to you, Satoru, no need to cry,” the fox crooned, though there was the faintest hit of taunting in his tone. “Just need you to fill up our little one again, one last time. Gotta make them a mommy, too, yeah?”

As if all he’d been waiting for was permission to cum, your fellow bunny let out one choked sob of pleasure before his cock throbbed, then painted the inside of your pussy white again. 

The feeling of him filling you up again was enough to tip you over the edge, and you cried out his name as you came, clawing at his back as your vision whited out for a moment. You were dimly aware of Suguru swearing, then stopping the movement of both his own and Satoru’s hips. 

It was a few moments before you fully came back to yourself, and you turned your head, resting your damp forehead against Satoru’s sweat-sticky one. He bumped his nose lightly against yours, letting his lips ghost across yours – not quite a kiss, but as close as you could manage as you fought to catch your breath. 

Your gaze flitted upward again when you felt Suguru take your hand, lifting it to his lips as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist right above your scent gland. He then leaned down a bit further, pressing a kiss to Satoru’s shoulder as he caught his own breath. 

You felt your ears droop with exhaustion, but your heart stuttered for a moment when you both heard and faintly felt your alpha’s low, rumbling purr as he laid over the two of you. Though you knew that soon the three of you would have to separate to get  cleaned up and to eat, for now you would bask in the afterglow of such an intense bout of lovemaking with your mates. When Satoru began to purr as well, you couldn’t help but join in; all was right between the three of you, and you were happy. Nothing else really mattered beyond that.

also special shoutout to @pastelle-rabbit & her post about bunny hybrids that i got permission to incorporate into this fic. hope i did that mental image justice for you friend 💜

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[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, yandere, omega verse

gn reader

You’re making the big angry Alpha blush thinking about you…

Omegas are all so annoying, pesky little weaklings—but you’re truly a cut above the rest. You make his eye twitch when you smile in his direction, bright-eyed and giggling over silly things. He wants to grab your squishy face and gnaw on your cheeks until you whine.

He curses himself silently and keeps the same stoic face, perhaps a smidge vexed—furrowed browse and hiding his lips behind his hand, imagining your fucked-out face—teary swollen cheeks, panting beneath him with sugar-sweet squeals leaving your drooly mouth. His ears burn a bright red at the thought, ringing with your precious mewls and cries of his name. He forces his eyes shut and bites and tugs the skin of his palm between his teeth, imagining the adorable way your smaller hand would reach out, trying your best to ask for a kiss.

There’s something godawful in his chest that swells with noise and static each and every time he sees you, and something even worse in the pit of his stomach when you’re close enough for him to taste that sweet Omega scent you have—a knot coils so tight it makes him break out in sweat. Claws out and teeth bared, he barrels over the second he’s alone—doesn’t matter where, bathroom, office, car—tugging and fisting his weeping cock as it throbs for release—having to howl to bleed it out. 

And still left unsatisfied. Grinding his teeth with the sticky mess gone to waste in his hand—plotting ways to dump it inside you next.

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