Domestication

Even though it may seem tough domesticating a dominant omega isn't too hard once you give it a try all it takes is a firm hand, solid discipline and a good amount of cock to turn even the most rowdy omega into a good little bitch. Who follows your every word.

Dominant omegas are just omegas who haven't submitted to an Alpha yet as soon as they take your cock they'll switch. Make sure they take your knot and flood them with with your phermones cementing it in their head that you own them.

𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

𔓘 unhealthy behaviour (obsessiveness, possessiveness, clinginess, kidnapping, dependence), dommale elements, pet names ("gege"), dark au, mention of nesting & heat, mention of sex (heavy petting), mention of killing; reader x xie lian, omega!xie lian

ᥫ᭡ You didn't know how long you had been living in this small, cute house with Gege — and where you lived before you met your Gege, who loved white clothes, cooked poorly, smiled like the midday sun, never cried and was not at all the omega who could have anyone but you. Not only because he said that he didn't even have plans to have anyone other than you in his life, but because you saw that Gege wasn't looking for anyone, didn't hold his eyes on anyone; even if he was gentle to children and if he ever wanted to have a puppy, it was clearly that he wasn't going to get an alpha for this — you understood perfectly well why.

Although you haven't self-presented yet and weren't going to guess what your role in gender society would be, you understood that he would only be with you. That you will definitely grow up, get married and will have a lot of happy and married days.

You can't not. He's your Gege, after all.

ᥫ᭡ Your Gege smelled richly tender and a little like blood, a completely incongruous fragrance, — but you've never smelled anyone expect him for more than five minutes, so you didn't know how normal it was. Something in your head is throbbing with the obsessive thought that he smells wrong, he should smell wrong, he smelled completely different before, but you have nothing to oppose — you don't remember that his smell was different, but you know it.

According to Gege, you smelled like milk and his favorite food "even when he was like you," but you always brushed him off; even with your little socialization, you know that people can't smell like a 'specific food', and he only teases you without malice, as he loves to do, affectionately saying that you look 'like a little steamed bun' or peeking at what you're cooking, purring and squinting when you tell him to leave the kitchen.

You know that he can — is able — to cook well (after all, you somehow survived before you were old enough to cook yourself), but for some reason his food looks terrible all the time, and you can't name the reason, but can feel it in your heart. At least he can do physical work like fixing a house or a fence — and you want to say that you didn't decide to live with him just to be a servant, but you can't say this with certainty. You don't remember why you decided to live with Gege — it seems you've always lived with him.

Maybe you were with Gege from the very beginning?

ᥫ᭡ Your Gege is tall, flexible as a vine and his hair is so long that you could get tangled in it. His skin is soft and pleasant, even if his palms are slightly rough, and his pretty, scarlet lips, like cherry blossoms or drops of blood (maybe that's why he smells like blood?), look like a brushstroke that was left because of how adorable he looked on a beautiful, handsome face. Your Gege looked the way anyone would want to look, no matter if it's omega, beta or alpha. Your Gege has slender long legs, moderately broad shoulders, black peach eyes and a thin waist, and even if he gently teases that you will grow up to be even more rare magnificent, you know that the charm of your Gege makes even flowers be ashamed of their imperfections. If Gege wanted to, he could ascend and become the god of flowers — you are not sure if this is how it works, but if heaven did not give such beauty to someone great, then they are definitely blind. Your Gege laughs gently and says that 'Heaven has already given him the best gift', and if it were necessary, he would give everything, but not this "jewel", — and you understand who he means, but pretend that you don't. In the end, you know that you have no one but him, just as he has no one but you.

But he doesn't need to say it — even if he looks like a bunny, you know he's a cunning predator, like a weasel or a ferret. However, even in spite of his nature, you know that he cares about you, and probably cared even before you came, when you remember how you first saw your house — a memory from which your memory begins.

Everything around is like a perfectly modeled paradise for you — living in a comfortable, small house, with a beloved, gentle Gege, with trips to the city from time to time and the opportunity to do anything, since people don't go that far, while if you want to see more, then your Gege is always ready to get up and to follow you. It's like a flower garden in which you were the most luxurious and beloved, the only flower, while your Gege was a gardener who adored you to such an extent that he would do anything to make you bloom.

You want to tell Gege that he is the most charming for you, but he already knows it. After all, you haven't seen anyone for so long and often to tell if there is someone better. But something tells you that this is absolutely impossible — as if he was an absolute that others dare only look up to. If he called himself beauty number two, no one would be able to call themselves beauty number one. Gege says — with complete confidence, almost doom, with a sparkle in his matte black eyes, — that if he calls himself "handsome", then his face will burn with shame of brazen falsehood at the sight of you.

That is why, — he whispers, kissing the top of your head, as if cradling when you hide face in his chest, — the most beautiful things should be hidden.

You don't quite understand "why", but react to gentle purring, letting yourself be hidden in his clothes, smelling of him. even if the sleeping place is hard, Hege is soft and a little warm, and when you are in his hands, you feel as if the whole world is holding you, although he only gently purrs that you are his "whole world".

Just in case, you whisper that he is also your jewel and prettiest flower.

ᥫ᭡ Gege smells sticky, sweet, tender; his hair is wet and tangled, and even his scarlet lips look even brighter and more beautiful, as if soaked in blood, with a slight mist of blush on his cheeks, while his peach black eyes are like an abyss into which no one can help falling, seeing him so tender, so sensual, so... tempting. You can't — at least not now — be able to respond to courtship, not when the smell of milk is still subtly enveloping your body, but Gege doesn't mind at all, hoarsely whispering in the semi-darkness of the small, sweet house that everything is fine as long as you are around, don't go anywhere without him.

You will never you dare, of course, but when you bring him jugs of water, feeling the heat of his flexible soft body, you feel at home. His nest is elegant, not very full of soft things, but it "always has the most necessary" — you.

Even when his skin is so hot, like an oven, you feel so calm and good in his arms, burying your nose, as if hiding from the whole world. Gege's hands are gentle, with palms slightly roughened from frequent work, and you only purr that you have the best Gege in the world, your omega is the best, while he buries his nose in your hair, cooing inaudibly, pressing you to his flexible, wet body, but not at all to the "thirsty" or "in need of an alpha", as you have sometimes heard about omega leaks somewhere on the street — Gege is ruddy, bright-smelling, beautiful, but so homely and... ordinary, only becoming even more clingy and unwilling to leave the nest, and this is the only time when you do not go and leave offerings in front of a small temple for the "dear deity who guards this place."

You hope that the deity will not be too offended, looking at how your usually gentle and calm Gege whines that "you are too cruel" when you have to come out of his nest and bring water and light snacks, because you are an ordinary person and because everything inside the nest smells so much of him that you are afraid not to will he die of dehydration. You don't know how to handle omegas, but you are sure that "as long as Gege is good, everything is right". Gege only purrs that he only needs you to make him feel good when his long, elegant, eternally cold fingers cling to your clothes, looking at you with the gaze of a sad bunny, but your decision is unchanged.

You still bring some gifts to the deity, fearing that your Gege has messed up something again and you should at least remind from time to time that you are grateful to this deity and appreciate their protection.

And when you leave, you definitely feel better.

ᥫ᭡ The smell of Gege is thicker, richer, brighter, bloodily bright when blood flows from his elegant, white, long fingers — fortunately, not his, but even if it were his, you would take care of the wound and would stay on his chest before he wakes up.

You would a little like it to be his blood, because sometimes your Gege is so perfect that you want a little more human qualities from him,

especially when he gives you a gentle, adoring smile again, and his lips are even brighter than even the blood of the body lying on the rain-smelling, dark grass someone. This happens sometimes — even though you live in the forest, it only means that there are even more predators here. Gege gently purrs that you both should not go to the city for perhaps another month — who knows where else these creatures are hiding? it's not safe — and it's not that you're disappointed, having already bought everything you need... but you know that your Gege is doing it for you.

Every year there are more and more of them, like weeds in the garden, but Gege only gently tells you not to think about it, although you more than clearly see that the older you get and more often appears in cities and villages, the more of them. Gege sometimes allows you to go for things yourself to the nearest village, where not only passing merchants often stop, since the village is conveniently located with a road leading to the center, but also other rabble, and you can more than connect the point "they see me" and the point "they began to appear more often in our part of the forest." However, Gege, although omega, is not like ordinary omega at all — he always hides the bodies himself, although never comes back full or with meat, so you prefer to think that he feeds other beasts or does something else. You don't really want to know.

In the village, you heard about a case where omega endured violence from his spouse for a long time and eventually scratched out their eyes and chewed their throats, and whatever Gege did with the body, you just hope that it won't affect you. Of course, you do not commit violence against him, but your future spouse is not an "ordinary" omega, who can only endure until he explodes. Of course, you have never seen him explode, but you are sure that this will not be normal, and he will certainly commit one or two particularly serious crimes, which are whispered about from time to time in cities — you do not quite understand what it is, but you are sure that it will not be very good. Just in case, you regularly bring him flowers and cook food much better — Gege seems to think it's a little silly, but very cute, and hides head in your neck, purring that whoever you turn out to be, he will become your omega husband.

You are not self-presented in any way, although you no longer smell of milk and have definitely grown up, even matured rather, and Gege now puts his head on your chest, unlike how he hid you on his chest, like a parent hides his cub from danger. However, he continues to bring crowns of flowers and gently pulls your name, depending on how you take care of the household, still much better than him. Of course, he also contributes to your small household with a vegetable garden and a plan to build at least a chicken coop, but still prefers to spread out on the wooden hem, looking on how you work, and you can't blame him, seeing his happy face, like he's a pet that's been petted and is now resting.

(purrs plaintively when your hands slide over his chest, but you only coo him to relax when another flower appears on delicate neck, too contrasting with the color of his skin, just like the one that appears a little lower, then to the right, a small inflorescence on stomach, small bouquets on sides, scarlet spots on wet slippery trembling thighs, an ecstatic squeak when your lips descend lower, and his legs try to hide, but you only squeeze his knee tightly — and let him squirm while his legs wrap around your head, draining him even before the start to ease his desperate need and hunger.)

Perhaps you spoil omega too much, who has not even become your husband yet, but for some reason you always want to pamper him, as long as you remember yourself.

Perhaps you are just a good spouse from birth, huh?

cw blood, amnesia, poly relationship

ᥫ᭡ Red flowers always grow around little house. You often bring them to the deity, thanking for protection; the deity never responds, but you are still calmer and happier, as if the very knowledge that someone is guarding you inspires you — just like the sight of red flowers, almost as scarlet as the lips of Xie Lian, your mate, who picks up garbage, likes to dig in the garden and builds a chicken coop where you can then put the chicks, and also repairs the fence and the house, purring that he should prepare if you turn out to be a non-beta. You don't think that you will turn out to be a non-beta, but don't say anything, gently rubbing Xie Lian's back and not resisting when he offers to massage your, enveloping you with a gentle, slightly mettalic scent that has already become your favorite and so native that you can't imagine that there was a more attractive fragrance in the world.

The stranger in red smells of sweet datura — a fragrance that is so rich and bright that it could be used for demonic dual cultivation, but it envelops you so naturally, as if it is focused only on you. He has shiny black eyes, as if absorbing any sunlight that gets into them, and a carelessly woven black braid with a thin scarlet ribbon, the look of which is too familiar, but you don't understand why — and you haven't been so stupid and naive for a long time to say things like "I probably saw it somewhere on the market", because the way it is cut and decorated is too reminiscent of your way. His skin is white, too white for a person in any state of health except death, but his lips are peach-colored, curved in a mischievous smile with a hint of tenderness.

You don't see the point in asking if you know each other when the cheekily sweet fragrance becomes brighter at his playful approach, although you see how his body trembles slightly.

San Lang. My name, — if Xie Lian's smile is like the sun, then he rather resembles the devil, with this gentle youthful aura and the sparkles of the imp in his eyes, — but I'm much more interested in yours.

And before you have time to answer, he continues, trembling slightly, with pent-up delight, looking at you as a deity, although a devilish smile does not leave his thin, gently peach lips:

Let me guess, though.

Xie Lian, your sweet, gentle omega, has always told you that no one but him knows about you, — jewelry should be kept from others, — but in San Lang's eyes, a veil of pure adoration shimmers like black pearls in the light, especially when he tilts his head, and the familiar-looking earring gently follows this movement, caressing unnaturally white skin, like a drop of blood — the same as Xie Lian's bright scarlet lips.

I'm sorry; did I scare you? I just live in the city, — the son of a merchant family, — so I often saw you. Don't you remember me? You often come to our store.

Do you?

We could take a walk before my family starts looking for me, right? After all, I don't bite, so you have nothing to be afraid of, right?

Despite all the playfulness, you hear nervousness, and you can't find the strength to refuse, knowing that Xie Lian knows about your possible long absence and is probably busy outside the house right now. Maybe you just inhaled too much of its smell, leaving a taste in your mouth, and maybe it just seems to you when you feel the familiar bloody notes of fragrance through the sweet dope. Maybe it just seems to you that omega is too passionate about you and trusting even for someone who left the city for the first time and ended up in the forest, and is too playful, even if unmarried and not marked by anyone. You're not sure how normal it is when an omega tries so desperately to snuggle up and purrs something, more just keeping up a conversation than trying to develop it, enjoying your company the way a fish inhales oxygen in water after a long stay on land.

You're not stupid, though. Perhaps you are not very experienced, but you are not stupid, especially when he looks at you as a deity, and his gaze is too reminiscent of Xie Lian's gaze when he thinks that you do not see, not taking his unblinking eyes off you, as if afraid that if he does not see you and you do not give voice then you will disappear, go away like the morning mist.

And the fact that Xie Lian does not grow up; and the fact that you do not remember anything before coming to your "home"; and how you and he bring offerings to an unknown deity; and how white San Lang's skin is, but his gaze burns harder than a burnt hand that you have never burned in your memories.

The small child who fell from the wall; royal colors, like a kaleidoscope, with a sunny smile and a sword made of peach wood; clothes so bright that it's almost uncomfortable, but as long as he's around, everything is fine. Two faces, like a blurred image in a puddle. You don't remember anything before you were brought in and told that he's your family now, and you're not sure you want to know. Maybe there are things you don't need to know.

A small child. Red eye. Blood. A lot of blood.

The little lump on your chest, not understanding what's wrong with you, but trying to do everything.

When blood flows from your body, it doesn't hurt that much.

San Lang's lips taste like ripe cherries.

I don't think Xie Lian will mind.

You think that the omega story may have been more true and probable than you thought.

Perhaps you should find more flowers.

Oh, are you picking flowers for him again? Can I help?

For some reason, now you understand where the bodies went, who defended territory and why scarlet flowers bloomed around everything.

I don't know what you're talking about, my darling.

spin off/epilogue/part 5 of "Simon has a bad time in the omegaverse"

His first actual heat started up slow with Simon stirring and whining lowly into your neck, his hips grinding down against your thigh while you both laid in the half assed nest you both built for him. He climbed on top of you to smash your lips together in a messy and sloppy kiss, robbing you of breath until you both have to pull away. You nip at his neck, savoring his scent and gently maneuver the two of you so he laid underneath you, splayed across the sheets and blankets as you made your way down his body, worshipping every scar and freckle he possessed, reassuring him of your love and chasing away the voices of insecurity. You reach his thighs, the same thighs you've been oogling every time Simon had worn those damn thigh straps. To die by your mates thigh is the way of the warrior. You pepper his skin with kisses, your hands going lower to massage his calves, sinking your fingers into his skin, assuring him of your presence. Your hands go back to his thighs and hips, groping the meaty flesh and making your omega whine out in surprise. You chuckle and glance at him, making sure he's good and ready and willing to let you continue and after a brief nod you slowly pull his boxers down, exposing his half chubbed, leaking cock and the cheeks of his ass which are covered by his slick. You nip at his skin, leaving slight marks and hickeys to signify your mark and bond with your Simon. He writhes and moans as the heat makes him sensitive even to the most basic of touches. You slowly nuzzle your way up to his dick, licking his balls and sucking gently on his skin making him jump and clamp his thighs around your head. You soothe him with gentle touches until he can relax again so you can move more freely, taking his half hard cock into your mouth, slowly suckling along and bobbing your head up and down while Simon writhes on the blankets, bucking his hips into your warm mouth, whining and moaning your name, begging for more. You bring him to his first orgasm, eagerly swallowing his cum as it shoots down your throat. You let him ride out his first high and then move on to lifting his hips up and propping them up on a pillow so you could reach his dripping hole, all wet and pink just for you. Simon whines in embarrassment and you shush him, nuzzling his thigh and purring into his hips. You lean close, burying your face between his cheeks and lick a broad stripe across his leaky hole and plunge your tongue inside him, making him squeal out and clench around your tongue. You lick up his slick like it's honey and thrust your tongue inside as deep as you can. Once you think he's loose enough you lean back and dive in for another kiss, letting Simon taste himself on your tongue. After a few moments of kissing you ask him if he wants to go further and he nods eagerly, kissing you passionately while you fumble around for a condom and after putting it on you line yourself up and begin slowly pushing in. Simon throws his head back as you bottom out, moaning loudly as his insides clench so tight you think you're loosing blood circulation in your dick. You purr into his neck, biting and marking his skin as he does the same, aggressively gnawing on your scent gland, sinking his teeth into it, marking you as his and only his. Once you feel his get a little less tight you start moving, thrusting in and out, hitting his prostate head on, making him grunt, growl and moan, clawing at your back while he holds you in a leg lock, making sure you won't go anywhere as his one and only alpha. Simon can practically feel your cock in his stomach with how deep you're going but it just makes it all better. He can feel his heat getting better and lets himself be moved along with your thrusts, letting his eyes slip closed while he enjoys being filled by his mate. It doesn't take long for you both to reach climax, Simons poor spent cock shooting his seed onto his chest and stomach while his hole squirts slick around your knot as he feels the hot cum coming from you even with the condom on.

Once you were both clean and sated you laid in the nest, underneath the blankets while you fed Simon bits of food and let him get as much of your scent and attention as he needed. For the first time in a very long while Simon "Ghost" Riley was happy and content, nuzzling up to his alpha, the person who would never leave him.

omg alpha Daemon and alpha Rhaenyra both fucking Rhaenyra’s omega daughter 😳

Yes please; she'd be in a complete state of a pleasured daze all day

"Yes..oh--ah, gods..." You cried out; your eyes welling up with tears as you were bouncing up and down on Daemon's fat cock. Your legs shook as you locked eyes with Rhaenyra. "Hmm, just as tight as your mother." He purred

I need someone to tag me in EVERY SINGLE alpha reader fic ever written bro. It'll probably only b like 20 fics but I'll hold onto them for the rest of my life. WHY IS DOM AND ALPHS READER SO UNCOMMON PLS 😭

team dark in: the mac and cheese incident

Crosshair being a big brother

"You're as bad as Hunter" "Oh I'm much worse"

I want Sonic to hang out with Team Dark(We don't get to see Sonic doing stuff with people who aren't Team Sonic in the games at least)

Lord please take away all her pain and give it to royce hemlock

erm erm if we're doing omega verse then can we do the opposite for the reader and mother Yan? Since omega's are the ones who bear pups and everything like I imagine that omega motherly Yan would be in heat, curling up in the sheets as he begs alpha reader to help fill up his pretty little womb because there'd be no one else who could! This is one of the few times motherly yan is ever vulnerable where reader can leave yet motherly yan looks so pretty in that nest, begging for reader's knot and pleading for pups. Long story short-Reader is never able to leave lol while motherly yan is satisfied with himself for babytrapping alpha reader♪

soo true. so lovely.

yandere omega motherly,,,,, w alpha male reader...

cw;; breeding, babytrapping, exploitation,,, FUCKING !!!!

ㅡyou just wanted to go to the bathroom... after your knot contracted, finally... unraveling your thick arms from his waist and heaving out a great big sigh - nearly whimpering as you pull your hips back, cock glistening in cum and slick. grunting in surprise as he lurches forward - arms wrapped around your neck and burying his face in the crook of your shoulder -

he was just so pathetic,,, he had to make himself pathetic. in a way that would be pleasing to you... make you stupid in a way that you would think nothing but breeding him full,, such a mastermind !! he's been begging you for pups - you have the money, have SOME necessities, but you just.. dont think youre ready just yet... youre mildly upset that he doesnt understand - and obviously, he gets what he wants sooner than you think,,,

ㅡpheromones leaking and making you dumb the longer you ingale the scent of his pungent slick - its so awful - you have to leave. he begs you to stay... please, he needs you - needs you with him during this time, why wont you stay with him?.. dont make him cry..

"please..." he squirms in his nest, bare chested. clad in your button-up long sleeve and worming around - hand nearly cupping his own cunt but it would never be the same as feeling your cock pierce into himㅡ"please - f-ffhh.. nne-need..." it was insane how you could withstand his begging for so long, it made him upset - ! why werent you doing anything but standing there looking at him... "please, i'm so good to you... mm-nnfghㅡpleasepleaseplease-"

begging you to fill his cunt and knot him - mark him, give him the fucking pups he so craves to raise with youㅡhe whines your name so deliciously, looking so pretty with his cunt spread with his digits - damn, how could you resist that... but you have bills to pay. but of course... you could take a leave - obviously, they would understand... your pretty little omega dying in heat for your knot inside him - your... poor little omegaㅡ"o-only you. please. a-alpha,,,," and there you were... pouncing on him and nuzzling into his neck - scenting the spots that have already been marked by you - so easily ripping your clothes off and sliding your cock into his ready cunt so eagerly constricting around you; he heaves a great big sigh of contentment, mewling and arching against you so delighted...

"... f-ffuck..." you couldnt quite articulate your thoughts, mind hazy and thinking only of breeding his womb full of your cum - he would make such a great mother, wouldnt he? your darling... motherly... fucking and breeding him full against the blankets of his nest - grumbling as you bite and knick his neck, so lovely, so beautiful, load after load - knot swelling up in his tight cunt ( ur dick was just that big...) and connecting you together in ways jerked off to.

mother, having to be the one rubbing so dutifully on his puffy clit - whining and mewling as he tries to hump into you, eyes glazed over and drool dribbling down his chinㅡgrowling and snarling as you grip onto his hips and force him down - he cums near instantaneously,,, his darling alpha. ,,,,, cunt messy with your cum, and he cries tears of pure joy... fucking you stupid and holding you close to his chest as you heave, unable to move from his hold which he is even more gleeful...

ㅡ"... don't leave..." so clingy. you scrunch your nose, the overbearing scent of his slick and pheromones emitting from him makes you tremble with the raw feeling of wanting to stuff him full again. i-it's only natural... after the emotional moment of marking him roughly, breeding his slick cunt full of your seed - it's only natural... that he would be so needy with you... andㅡit's only natural that you heed your lovers' wish - fucking back into him and laying all your weight on him,,, hmph.

Alpha Jacaerys and omega twin going through their first heat and rut together. Neither really know what they are doing, being driven by instincts. Twin would definitely cry and mewl about Jacaerys knot not fitting but Jacaerys is determined to make it fit, even as he holds his twin down by the beck of neck to keep her still as he knots her for the first time.

"Not gonna fit..." You whimpered out breathlessly. Your eyes so wide as they locked onto him. Jace only growled; his hand moving up your body as his hips rocked. He bottomed completely and listed to your sweet, cries of pleasure and pain

— “Drunk already? I wouldn’t have pinned you for a light weight.”

-> content warning! alcohol intoxication, top m alpha! reader x bratty omega in heat, stupid cockwhore bitch craves for cock but doesn’t get it.

Turning someone into your little cockwhore bitch, there’s nothing sweeter than that — than the otherwise self-assured look in their eyes turned to one that’s dazed and pleading.

Fuck, if it weren’t for the numerous drinks simmering in his system, drumming along his veins that had his head swim, he wouldn’t be in this position. No, damn it. He wouldn’t be here, visible flush streaked across his cheeks with the obvious, heady scent of arousal lingering in the air. His interested, omegan cock stirring between his spread legs, knees clumsily knocking against yours beneath the wooden counter. Nor would he be the one to lean just a bit, in your direction, intently fixated on your parting lips with every swallow you take, each and every bob of your throat that curves along nicely down, alcohol pleasantly burning. It was a mistake in itself, to think he’d out drink you, looking perfectly fine in comparison to him who supported his chin atop his palm, gently swaying back and forth.

Shit, he hated you. He hated you so damn much that he’d catch himself staring at your glistening mouth each and every time, bubbling frustration slowly shifting into one of needy arousal, a need for your cock in his throat, ass, wherever he could touch it, smell it even. Maybe if you were so generous, you’d let him have a go at it, pathetically slide himself onto his knees so he could paw at your bulge, suck on the rough fabric of your jeans where your fat, knotted cock comfortably sat underneath. Bastard didn’t deserve to get a proper taste anyway. Only a curl of your finger shoved up his pulsing, dripping hole would have him cumming all over himself like a whore regardless, desperately bucking his hips into your touch to reach your split knuckles. Hell, he’d even be fine with you towering over him, grip tightening onto his face with your fingers greedily digging into the soft of his flesh, harshly spitting into his awaiting mouth, pink tongue peeking out. However, you do none of that. Instead, you lean into his space, pressing your lips against the shell of his ear, heated breaths quickened, audible over the bustling pub and noisy patrons surrounding you.

— “I could ruin you if I wanted to. Fuck you, right here, right now. Have everyone see, what a needy little cum slut you are for my cock.”

Exhaling shakily, his eyes flutter shut at the drum of your voice, letting the words sink in, slicked, wet hole miserably tightening around nothing. Dammit, he wants you, wants you so fucking bad to mess him up, to have him bent over the flat surface as you fuck your cum into him, reddened ass on display for all the hungry, perverted alphas to leer upon.

— “But I won’t. I’ll just let you rut into your pillow like the nasty, fucking whore that you are.”

..You fucking tease.

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