The first half of this has been in my drafts for…I don’t even know how long. I’ve been editing it instead of adding to it, but the past two days at work were agonizing slow. So I just wrote the rest of it instead of, y’know. Working.
Which means the first half is definitely better than the second half, but I’m not known for my patience.
Anyways, I now present to you: 6.5k of A/B/O, first time/virgin!Steve, daddy kink
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“Daddy.”
The big hand skimming along his body paused at the protest. It rested against the middle of his back, a warm weight that Steve found infinite comfort in. After a few seconds of nothing but silence, Steve went back to his task.
He lay on his belly in front of the fire in his Daddy’s den, coloring in a picture book filled with drawings of space. It was his favorite coloring book, and thus almost completely colored in; he’d have to beg Daddy for another of its kind soon. There were other coloring books in his playroom, but none captured his attention the way the ones about astronomy had.
At the moment, Jupiter’s colors were giving him particular trouble, mostly because he kept getting distracted. As if on cue, the hand on his back began to move again. There wasn’t anything particularly salacious about the way Daddy touched him, only that it was Daddy doing the touching, and Steve was hyper-aware of every little thing he did. He craved his Daddy’s touch, his attention, more than he’d ever thought possible.
Thick fingers pressed into his ribs and Steve, ever ticklish, squirmed.
“Daddy,” he protested again, and this time, his Daddy laughed, low and warm.
That big hand urged him to turn over and because Steve always wanted to be good, he allowed it. Dropping the crayon in his fingers, he flopped onto his back, pouting up at his Daddy.
James Barnes was a dragon shifter and an Alpha, and Steve still wasn’t quite sure how he’d caught the attention of anyone so handsome. His Daddy was an Alpha out of a fairytale–tall and virile, broad-shouldered and thickly muscled, with a strong, stubbled jaw and bright eyes that could easily convey both warmth and a sternness that never failed to make Steve’s belly quiver. He was older, calm, with a strong scent and an effortlessly dominating presence.
Steve was his opposite in every way–young and submissive, his stature slight even for an Omega. A runt. It was what their kind called it when someone was born smaller and weaker than they should have been. It happened, though not often. Generally, shifters were a resilient breed; in every way, they were built stronger, faster, better. Except sometimes, a runt was born–someone who was more resilient than humans, but less so than other shifters. Susceptible to illness and injury in a way that others weren’t, and some unable to even shift.
Steve was such a runt; a Shifter that couldn’t shift. An Omega whose heat might never come. It had made finding a mate difficult. And yet somehow, he’d ended up here. Not only with an Alpha who wanted him–an Alpha that had sought him out and asked to court him, instead of the other way around–but with a Daddy. He hadn’t ever dared to hope that he would get the kind of relationship he craved; the fact that he now did was a source of endless wonder.
His Daddy smiled softly down at him, amusement glimmering in his eyes. Big hands snuck under the shirt he wore–his Daddy’s shirt–hiking it up high enough to reveal the panties he had on. He was being teased, explored, his Daddy touching him wherever he pleased.
“Da-ddy,” Steve whined, squirming futilely.
God, he loved this. Being able to give in to his instincts, wriggle and whine to his heart’s content, with Daddy there to take care of him. Already, his little cock was hardening in his panties, molten heat pooling in his belly just from Daddy’s attention. His hole was hot and growing slick, the scent of his want rising.
His squirming earned another soft laugh. Daddy slid down his body, pushing his shirt up higher to kiss his sternum.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured against Steve’s skin, sounding anything but. He moved lower, placing another kiss near his belly button. “Am I distracting you?”
“Yes,” Steve said, his pout deepening. “I’m trying to color, Daddy.”
Daddy hummed thoughtfully, his hands finding their way up to Steve’s biceps under the shirt. It was now pushed up against his throat, making it impossible for Steve to put his arms anywhere but over his head. His Daddy sat up just enough to look him in the eye.
“Are you?” He asked.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I see.”
He stared for another moment, and Steve had just enough time to register the dangerous tilt to his mouth, the mischief in his eyes, before his Daddy leaned down and blew a raspberry on his stomach.
Steve shrieked out a surprised laugh, instinctively trying to push him away, but he couldn’t. Daddy’s hands were still on his arms, keeping them in place easily. Steve squirmed underneath him, but his Daddy just dropped his weight onto his legs, effectively pinning him.
“Daddy,” he protested, this time through laughter as his Daddy blew against his stomach again. “Daddy, no–no, stop–”
Steve wasn’t really sure what happened after that. There were more raspberries, and some teasing touches that bordered on tickling bestowed to both his armpits and his sides. Somewhere along the way, his arms were released, and through his laughter, he simultaneously tried to push his Daddy back and claw his way out of the line of fire. It was useless, of course. His Daddy was so much bigger and stronger than him, it took almost no effort at all to keep Steve in place.
The pushing led to a playful little wrestling-slash-fight where Steve tried to get the upper hand and his Daddy let him for only a second before taking it back. Always reminding him who was in charge.
It might have lasted all night, if Steve hadn’t felt his Daddy’s hard cock.
The very moment it registered what was pressing against his thigh through his Daddy’s sweats, all the fight left Steve’s body. He went limp against the floor, an answering arousal flooding his veins. He panted for breath, a stupid smile tugging at his lips as he stared up at his Daddy.
Daddy smiled back, but there was a sharp, dark edge to it. His eyes were hooded, clouded with a hunger that had heat sparking in Steve’s belly.
“Ah, I see,” Daddy murmured. Slowly, deliberately, he rubbed his clothed cock against Steve’s bare thigh, the touch maddeningly light. “Is that all it takes to have your attention, baby boy? You just want to feel Daddy’s cock?”
Steve moaned softly.
“Yes, Daddy,” he breathed out. “Please.”
Daddy leaned down and bit at his jaw.
“You don’t want to color anymore, sweetheart?” He asked, the teasing lilt in his voice saying he already knew the answer.
Steve shook his head vigorously.
“No, Daddy.”
“Good.” A kiss was placed on the very spot he’d been bitten, and then his Daddy moved, first biting and then kissing a similar spot on the other side of his jaw. “I wouldn’t have let you anyways.”
He moved down to Steve’s throat, nibbling kisses into his sensitive skin. Steve whined, his legs falling open as warm fingers traced his thighs. His wet little hole throbbed with the need to be touched. God, but he wanted his Daddy to touch him. Mounthim.
Just the thought had shivers racing down his spine. He moaned helplessly, clawing at his Daddy’s clothed back to bring him closer. But his Daddy was an immovable force. He stayed propped up on his elbows, holding his weight rather than pressing down the way Steve wanted.
Slowly, he leaned back until their eyes met again. Big, calloused fingers traced the lines of Steve’s face.
“Do you remember what you asked me for, baby boy?” Daddy asked gently. “What did you tell Daddy that you wanted?”
Heat flooded Steve’s insides.
He’d asked his Daddy for the very thing his body now craved. He’d asked to be mated.
His pack had raised him in what was now considered to be an archaic manner, but which they had called “traditional.” For an Omega, that meant being kept chaste and untouched until the time of his mating. It was the only thing he had to offer his future mate, they’d once told him. He was a runt, unable to shift, and as of yet, an Omega without a heat. The very least he could offer his mate was his every first.
By the time James Barnes had requested permission to court him, however, his pack was ready to be rid of him. They’d practically given him away. But Steve’s Daddy was an honorable Alpha. Their courtship may not have been conventional, but they’d still had one. And like the honorable man he was, his Daddy had limited their contact. Moments like this were as far as it had ever gone, and those had only begun recently.
Steve loved him for it, but now, he wanted more.
“Yes, Daddy,” he whispered, his mouth suddenly dry.
“Do you still want it?”
Steve whined, wriggling underneath him.
“Yes, Daddy,” he said again, but it sounded more like he was begging. And then he did beg. “Please.”
“Are you sure?” His Daddy leaned down to kiss his cheek. “We don’t have to do it all at once. We can go slow, work up to it. There are so many things I can show you, baby boy. So many ways to find pleasure beyond just that.”
“I want it, Daddy,” Steve said, and then, a wave of insecurity overtook him. He blinked up at the man he already knew he loved, and in a small, hesitant voice, asked a question he feared the answer to. “Do…do you not want it?”
His Daddy’s nostrils flared, his mouth thinning as though he’d scented something that he didn’t like. He took Steve’s lips in a fierce kiss as he dropped his weight between Steve’s spread legs, rubbing their hard cocks together. Steve gasped, a desperate little whine building in his throat as the tension drained from his body.
“I want it, too, sweetheart,” Daddy said, his voice so low it sounded like a growl. “I want you. I’ve wanted to mount you since the first time I saw you, and every moment after. Your body begs for me every time I’m near you. I can smell it in your scent, how much you crave to be mounted. You bare your throat so easily for me and every time you do, I have to fight not to take you.”
“Take me,” Steve begged, and with a groan, his Daddy pressed harder into his body.
“I need you to be sure,” his Daddy continued, nuzzling against his throat, right where his mating mark would go. “You have to be sure it’s what you want, my sweet boy, because when I take you, I will knot you. I’ll stake my claim, leave my mark on your body and take you as my mate, the way I’ve wanted since we met. And once I do that, I won’t abide another’s hands on your body. You’ll be mine, do you understand?”
Steve could have cried with how much he wanted it. How much he ached to be owned–to belong to his Daddy.
“Please,” he whispered, mouthing helplessly at his Daddy’s jaw. “Please, Daddy. Please.”
Their lips met in a ravenous kiss that Steve submitted to instantly. Daddy kissed him like he wanted to devour Steve just as much as Steve wanted to be devoured. When they finally pulled apart, their moist breaths mingled as they panted, slack lips brushing together again and again.
“Listen to me,” Daddy murmured. Steve nodded obediently, trembling as fingers brushed through his hair. “I want you to put your crayons and coloring book away like a good little boy. When you’re done, come to Daddy’s room and crawl in my bed to wait for me. You aren’t allowed to touch yourself, do you understand? Your pleasure belongs to me now, baby. You aren’t allowed to play without my permission.”
Steve shuddered, his cock aching at the easy way his Daddy declared ownership over him. The tip of it was already so wet, pulsing eagerly. God, but he wanted Daddy to own him.
“Yes, Daddy,” he answered breathlessly.
With a final, searing kiss, Daddy pushed off him and stood. He stared down at Steve for a long moment, his hooded gaze taking in every inch of the body he’d just declared as his own. Steve could only imagine how he must look, flushed and panting, his legs still open and shirt still rucked up too high, showing off the lace panties clinging to his small, achingly hard cock. However ridiculous and exposed he felt, it was obvious Daddy liked what he saw.
Daddy took hold of himself through his sweats, stroking himself slowly a single time.
“Be a good boy,” he said, and then turned on his heel and left.
It took several seconds for Steve to get his body to move. After that, it was a mad dash to clean up his mess as ordered. He wanted it done quickly, but he still made sure that he did it correctly; he didn’t want Daddy upset with him. Once the cleaning was done, he made his way to Daddy’s room.
He’d never been allowed in Daddy’s room before. It had been just one of the many boundaries set in place during their courtship. Walking into it now, he felt very much like a naughty boy breaking a rule, even though he’d been ordered to go there. Daddy’s bedroom was a large, but cozy space decorated in warm tones. The bed itself was huge, its dark headboard matching both the dresser and bedside tables. It faced a large, stone fireplace on the opposite wall, which already had a fire going in it. A reading chair sat in a corner, and beside it, yet another table stacked with books.
On the other side of the room, there was another door; it was open, and the light was on. It was from there that his Daddy’s voice floated to him.
“I don’t hear you getting in bed,” he called, playful but still warning.
With a squeak, Steve shut the door behind him and ran to jump on the big bed. He laughed breathlessly as he bounced on the soft mattress, anticipation making him almost giddy. His Daddy appeared a moment later, holding a box in one hand as he turned out the light on his way out with the other. One eyebrow was raised as if he knew what Steve had done.
Steve’s laughter died in his throat, his body instantly heating. Daddy wasn’t wearing a shirt anymore; he wore only his sleep pants, slung so low on his hips that a dark thatch of hair peeked out from the top of the waistband. Steve wasn’t sure what was more distracting: the hairy, muscular chest on display for him now, or the hard cock tenting those pants.
He whined softly as his Daddy approached, going up on his knees to meet him at the mattress’s edge. Daddy placed the box in his hand on the bed and then gathered Steve against his chest.
“Did you pick up your things like you were told?”
Steve nodded quickly, shivering his delight as his fingers played in his Daddy’s chest hair.
“Yes, Daddy.”
A hand twisted in Steve’s shirt, hiking it up above his hips. Calloused fingertips toyed with the edge of his panties, teasing Steve with light touches that had his body yearning for more.
“And did you put them away neatly, baby,” Daddy asked, “or is Daddy going to have to punish you when I go look and it’s a mess?”
This time, Steve shook his head. He leaned forward to mouth sweetly at his Daddy’s strong, stubbled jaw.
“I was neat, Daddy,” he promised. “I wasn’t messy.”
Daddy smiled as he turned his head to capture Steve’s lips in a long, slow kiss. He tightened his hold, his strong arms squeezing Steve to his broad chest, and Steve felt so safe and so wanted in that moment that he wanted to cry.
“I have something for you,” Daddy whispered against his lips, nodding toward the box. He stole another kiss. “Scoot up the bed, baby boy. Want you to open it in Daddy’s lap.”
He put a knee on the mattress, ready to crawl after his boy as soon as Steve obeyed his orders. Steve didn’t move; instead, he pressed his hands against his Daddy’s warm chest, pushing him back. Daddy paused, raising an eyebrow at him.
“No clothes on the bed, Daddy,” Steve begged, unable to stop his hungry gaze from dropping to the prominent bulge in his Daddy’s pants.
He wanted so badly to see it, to be able to touch and taste. He wanted Daddy to let him play until he’d memorized every inch. He’d dreamed of little else for weeks now.
Daddy laughed softly.
“Oh?” He asked. “Is that a rule now, baby?”
Steve nodded quickly, his cheeks heating from the teasing. Daddy hummed thoughtfully.
“If that’s true,” he said, “then you aren’t being a very good boy right now.”
He reached up, tugging at the collar of Steve’s shirt. Steve blinked down at himself in surprise, his blush only deepening as he realized his Daddy was right; he was wearing clothes still.
“Oh,” he said, deflating a little. “I forgot.”
Big, warm hands cupped his cheeks, fingers curling around his neck. Daddy kissed his nose and then, with another soft laugh, he placed a chaste kiss on Steve’s lips.
“This is why Daddy makes the rules,” he murmured gently. “Little boys who try to make up rules to get their way aren’t paying attention like they should. They get ahead of themselves and then before you know it, they’ve been bad. Do you want to be bad, sweetheart?”
Steve shook his head immediately.
“No, Daddy.”
Daddy smiled warmly at him. It was a smile that Steve felt all the way in his toes. His little cock pulsed at having directed it toward him.
“Good,” Daddy said, and tapped his nose playfully. “Because bad little boys aren’t allowed in Daddy’s bed and they definitely aren’t allowed to play with Daddy’s cock. We’re going to let Daddy make the rules now, aren’t we, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Steve replied. In a softer voice, he added, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Daddy shushed him, bestowing another kiss to his lips.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Daddy’s not mad. But from now on, I want you to ask for what you want instead of trying to make rules, okay? I might not always give you what you ask for, not right away, but I still want to know.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Another of those sweet, warm smiles graced his Daddy’s lips.
“Good boy. Now tell Daddy what you want.”
Steve let out a shuddering breath, his gaze dropping to his Daddy’s clothed cock once again.
“I want–I want to see it, Daddy,” he whispered. His fingers played in his Daddy’s chest hair, a blush heating his cheeks. “I want to…to touch it. Play with it.”
Daddy groaned softly, leaning closer. Their lips brushed and Steve’s breath quickened. The kiss they shared then was different from all the ones that came before it. Slow and purposeful, a kiss of intent and of filthy, delicious promises that fizzled Steve’s insides.
“Daddy,” he whispered dreamily, when their lips finally parted.
“My baby boy,” Daddy answered, his big hand cupping the back of Steve’s head. A lighter, softer kiss followed. “Precious boy. You’re so much more than I ever dreamt, sweetheart. So perfect for me in ways I couldn’t even anticipate. My sweet treasure.”
Daddy kissed him again lightly.
“Scoot now,” he said. “If you’re a good little boy, Daddy will let you play later.”
Steve shuddered.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He made his way up the bed, his breath coming quicker when he felt Daddy follow. This was their first time in bed together. Daddy wouldn’t allow anything of the sort during their courtship, knowing the tease would be too much for them both. But now here they were. Their courtship was at its end, and Steve was in Daddy’s bed for the first time.
He couldn’t help but think himself silly for how monumental the moment felt. They weren’t even touching yet, but his insides quivered, his heart galloping in his chest. They were in bed together.
He thought Daddy wouldn’t care all the way up until the moment Steve was dragged into his lap. Calloused fingers found their way under his shirt, rubbing against his belly in the most delicious way as hot kisses were pressed to Steve’s neck. Underneath him, Daddy’s cock rose between his thighs, pushing right up against his sac. He couldn’t have anticipated how good that felt. With a hungry little whine, he went limp in his Daddy’s arms.
“Your first time in Daddy’s bed, baby boy,” Daddy whispered in his ear.
Teeth scraped the nape of Steve’s neck, right where the mating mark would go.
“I’ve dreamt of this,” he said. “Every night, I tucked you into your bed, and then came back in here and fucked my fist to the thoughts of this moment. You in my bed, completely at my mercy. Your sweet scent begging me to fuck you. You made Daddy come so hard, baby boy, every fucking night. Just the thought of you. But tonight, I don’t have to be satisfied with just those thoughts. Tonight, Daddy is going to knot your little hole right here in my bed, and you’ll be lucky if I ever let you out of it again.”
Steve shuddered. A life spent as Daddy’s sex slave would be a life well spent, in his opinion.
He thought about begging Daddy for it–begging to be tied to his bed, used for Daddy’s pleasure again and again and again–but before he could gather his wits enough to form the words, a weight settled on his lap. He blinked hazily, looking down to see a large wooden box, intricately carved. The box Daddy had brought to bed with him.
“Open it,” Daddy ordered gently, and Steve obeyed.
His breath caught. Inside the box, laying among soft, indigo velvet were three items. The first was a collar made of black leather, decorated end-to-end with blue diamonds, except the middle, where there was a large, oval sapphire. Below the collar, there was a silver cock cage, the spiral of it encrusted with diamonds smaller than Steve thought possible. Beside the cage was a pale blue plug, the end of it set with a pretty blue stone shaped to look like a flower.
“Dragons live a very long time,” Daddy said, petting his hair. “And they spend their lives hoarding what they can. I have gold, silver, jewels, precious stones the likes of which many can’t even dream. And I’ll spend the rest of our lives dressing you in them, because none of them are as even half as valuable as you.”
Steve’s face flamed. He shook his head, an instinctive denial on his lips. Daddy was lying; he had to be. Steve wasn’t even as valuable as the items in his lap, much less the rest of his Daddy’s hoard.
Before he could give voice to those thoughts, a finger settled over his mouth, quieting him.
“It’s true,” Daddy said. He picked the collar up from its velvet home, and guided it to Steve’s neck. “I’d trade everything I have for just one moment with you. You’re the great treasure I’ll ever have, my beautiful little mate. I already know it, and I’ll make sure you know it, too.”
Steve shuddered as the collar was fastened to him. He’d dreamt of this for years. He’d dreamt of it for so long that when they first started, he didn’t have the vocabulary to express what he wanted. He hadn’t any idea what a Daddy was, or a boy, only knew that he wanted to be cared for and owned this way. He’d never imagined that it would be his reality, though.
When the collar was on, Daddy kissed just below it on Steve’s nape, where the mating bite would go.
“You’ll wear my jewels while I mount you,” he said. “After I’ve satisfied us both, I’ll slip this plug into you and keep my come in you all night. And then tomorrow, I’ll start training your pretty little cock with this cage. From now on, you won’t know pleasure unless it comes from me.”
Daddy’s lips brush his ear, and his voice drops low, as if imparting a secret.
“You’re mine now, pup.”
The room was thick with his Daddy’s pheromones, and with each lungful, the heat in Steve’s belly spread. Those pheromones told him of his Daddy’s need as surely as the thick cock between his legs did. They wanted him to submit, and his own body craved to obey. His little cock pulsed and his untouched hole ached with emptiness, the scent of his need filling the space between them.
Daddy groaned, scraping his teeth across the nape of Steve’s neck.
“Do you want it, baby?” Daddy asked. “Are you ready to be mine?”
Steve whined, his body arching under the onslaught of new sensations that he didn’t know how to handle. His little ass rubbed against Daddy’s cock, and he thought he might come just from that.
“Yes,” he begged. “Yes, Daddy, please.”
Daddy closed the box and set it on the closest bedside table. He took the hem of Steve’s shirt in his hand and began pulling it up.
“Let’s get your clothes off, then, sweetheart.”
“You, too, Daddy?” He asked, craning his neck to meet Daddy’s gaze.
Daddy smiled warmly.
“Daddy, too. I promise.”
With sweet touches and even sweeter kisses, Daddy divested them both of their clothing. Steve didn’t even notice his progress, really, until they were laying in bed, trading slow kisses, and he felt his cock brush against Daddy’s. His hips jerked forward artlessly, rubbing his precum into Daddy’s heated skin as he whined plaintively. His whole body trembled, overwhelmed with sensation.
He’d never known anything like this. His skin yearned for Daddy’s touch, his groin filled with heat, but he felt neediest at the tip of his little cock and at the center of him, where his hole was wet and aching. If Daddy didn’t touch it soon, he’d start crying, he was sure of it.
Steve pulled away from Daddy’s kisses, looking down between them. His vision blurred, breath coming out in little pants. Daddy was hard, his cock long and fat, the scent of his arousal making Steve’s mouth water. His hips jerked again, another little whimper in his throat as he rubbed himself helplessly against Daddy.
God, but Daddy was so big. There was no reason for that fact to bring him such pleasure, to make him feel weak with it, but it did. The truth of their size difference had never been more apparent than in that moment, with his short, stunted little cock pressed up against his Daddy’s beefy body, Daddy’s meaty cock beside it.
Steve thrust again, shuddering at the scratch of the hair on Daddy’s body against his sensitive cock. It felt–it felt–
Daddy’s big hand slid down his back, cupping his ass and hiking Steve’s leg over his hip, pushing their bodies closer. He started to move slowly, gently, rolling their hips together in a rhythm that had Steve losing his breath. This is what he craved; Daddy taking control of his body, his pleasure. It was so much better than his own inexperienced fumbling. Their skin slid together, Daddy’s chest hair teasing his nipples, his hands holding on so tightly there would surely be bruises later.
Daddy leaned down, taking another kiss, and Steve cried into his mouth.
“Daddy,” he begged. He was so overwhelmed, he sounded close to tears even to his own ears. “Daddy.”
He moved again, trying to match Daddy’s rhythm, but not quite managing it. He was too quick, too eager. Even still, the added friction had his thighs trembling.
“You’re going to come, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Daddy whispered, nipping at his bottom lip. “I can smell it, how close you are.”
Thick fingers slid between Steve’s cheeks, teasing along his crack.
“Go on, baby. Show Daddy how much of a boy you are.”
Daddy touched his wet hole, rubbing against it. The pleasure that crackled through his body was the last of what he could take. His breath hitched on an overwhelmed sob and he spurted between them, hips jerking with each wave that crashed over him.
Daddy didn’t stop kissing him, nor did he stop the movement of his hips until Steve was limp in his arms and whining from the overstimulation. He tingled all over with the aftershocks of pleasure, tremors wracking his body. He clung to Daddy, burying his face in Daddy’s neck as he sniffled. He hadn’t ever felt anything like this before, a pleasure so great that he wanted to cry afterward.
“My baby boy,” Daddy murmured, rubbing his back soothingly.
His other hand was still on Steve’s ass, his fingers still rubbing idly against Steve’s hole. Even though he’d come, his hole still ached, and the touch soothed as much as anything else.
Daddy pressed a kiss into his hair.
“Do you want to stop, sweetheart? We don’t have to do more tonight, if you don’t want to.”
Steve shook his head quickly, tightening his hold. It didn’t matter that he’d come. Daddy was still so hard, his hot flesh pressed into Steve’s belly, and Steve craved more. Craved Daddy inside him, Daddy’s teeth biting into his flesh, marking him forever.
Daddy’s knot.
He whimpered, his little hole throbbing at the thought. God, but he wanted it. Neededit.
He nuzzled into Daddy’s neck.
“More,” he whispered. “Please, Daddy.”
Daddy’s chest rumbled, and then Steve was coaxed onto his back.
“Be still, baby boy,” Daddy ordered, and then slid down the bed.
As Steve watched through hazy eyes, Daddy leaned over him and delicately licked up the come clinging to his skin. When his belly and groin were clean, Daddy moved his attention to the softening cock still dirty with it. Steve gasped softly at the first brush of Daddy’s tongue on his sensitive flesh, and at the second, he cried out.
It was a strange, overwhelming sensation–one that was both pleasure and pain. Steve didn’t know how to cope with it, but some part of him also didn’t want it to stop.
Another lick, and another ragged noise. Daddy paused and looked at him, his gaze dark and hungry.
“Do you want me to stop, baby?” He asked, warm breath ghosting over Steve’s sensitive little cock.
He shook his head fast, whining.
“No, Daddy. Please, please.”
It was too much, too overwhelming, but some part of him craved it. Daddy’s gaze grew impossibly darker, and without looking away from Steve, his tongue darted out, swirling over the pink tip of Steve’s cock. Steve’s face crumpled, whining again as his hips jerked helplessly.
“Daddy.”
Daddy rumbled again, a sound between a groan and a growl. He took Steve’s cock into his mouth, sucking on it insistently once, twice, before letting it fall out again. He kissed the length of it–hot, open-mouthed kisses, his tongue sneaking out to brush against it again and again. Steve clawed at his shoulders, broken noises falling from his lips.
“You’re so perfect,” Daddy breathed out. “I knew you would be. My sweet little treasure. God, how I’ve wanted you.”
He kissed and kissed, took Steve into his mouth for minutes of agonizing pleasure, before pulling off to kiss him again. By the time he moved lower, Steve was hard again, and drowning.
Daddy’s mouth was on his soft sack, and then he nosed under it, kissing and licking. He grumbled, and then pulled away.
“Turn over for me, pup.”
Steve wasn’t sure how he managed it, but suddenly, he was on his belly. Knees tucked under him, ass in the air, the cool air wafting over his wet little hole. He didn’t even have time to register it, or to feel exposed, before he felt Daddy’s mouth was back on him. On his hole.
Steve cried out, the sound ragged and hoarse. His body jerked, but he didn’t know where to go, had nowhere to go. Daddy’s big hands were on his ass, holding him open. His tongue speared inside. The first time his hole was breached, and it was Daddy’s tongue. Daddy’s tongue, now fucking his hole in a quick, confident rhythm.
“Daddy–Daddy, please–Daddy–”
Teeth scraping over his hole, Daddy pulled back with a groan.
“My boy,” he rumbled. He kissed Steve’s hole again, deep and dirty. “God, the things I want to do to you. The ways I want to make you scream.”
He groaned, scraping his teeth over Steve’s flesh again. Then he was back at Steve’s hole, his tongue pushing in, but this time–this time, it was different. Daddy’s tongue was in him, but it was more than before. Part of it was firmer, longer, went deeper.
Daddy’s finger had joined his tongue. Steve shuddered, letting his knees slide further apart, opening himself wider to his Daddy’s ministrations. A fog had spread in his mind, even as heat spread under his skin, through his groin and down his thighs. It made it hard to keep track of what was happening, all he could do was lay there and feel. The hot puff of his Daddy’s breath over moist skin, the scrape of his beard on Steve’s ass cheeks, Daddy’s tongue licking his rim as thick fingers stretched him more and more and more.
It was too much sensation, and not enough. And then suddenly, everything went away; no more tongue, no more thick fingers. Steve cried out, empty and hating it, his hole aching from it. Daddy rumbled again, a sound to soothe, and then Steve felt it–the wet, silken head of Daddy’s cock against his hole. His breath caught. His body trembled.
Another deep rumble, a big hand holding him open. Daddy idly rubbed himself against Steve’s hole. He pressed firmly in and then slipped out, kissing Steve’s hole with his cock again and again, letting it press a little deeper each time.
When his cockhead pushed all the way in, Steve moaned.
“Daddy,” he whispered dreamily.
The head slipped out of him again, but before Steve could miss it, Daddy pushed back into him.
“My boy,” he murmured.
And then Daddy was pushing into him properly, inch by slow, agonizing inch. Steve knew how big Daddy was, had seen it for himself, but feeling it inside him was—there just weren’t words. Daddy stretched him wide, made him ache in the most delicious, overwhelming way. He went deeper than his fingers, so deep that Steve felt reshaped, remade by this new connection.
By the time Daddy stilled within him, his hips flush against Steve’s ass, there was no thought. Only a boy made of sensations. Steve’s breath came in heavy, uneven pants, his little cock throbbing where it hung between his thighs. His little hole ached. Tears clung to his lashes, but they weren’t tears of pain. There was just too much feeling inside him to hold in any longer. He felt so good, so perfect.
“Daddy,” he breathed out, and his voice was soft, sweet, endlessly needy.
“Is it too much, pup?” Daddy asked, his voice soft and cajoling. “Does Daddy need to stop?”
Steve cried out at the thought, reaching back to weakly claw at Daddy’s thigh.
No, no, no.
Daddy couldn’t stop, he couldn’t. If he did, Steve would–he’d–
Shrivel up and die.
It was a melodramatic thought, but it didn’t feel that way. Daddy couldn’t give him this perfect moment, this perfect feeling, and then leave him. Leave him aching and wet and empty, without a knot or the fresh pain of a mating bite. Without Daddy’s come inside him, marking him from the inside out.
Daddy made a comforting noise, almost like a purr, his big hands smoothing over Steve’s back, his hips and ass. He pulled out slowly, just an inch, before pushing deep again. Again and again, at glacial pace.
Steve settled.
Comfort, that’s what Daddy was giving him. Comfort, and pleasure so great that it blotted out every single other thing in the world.
“Hush,” Daddy murmured. “Daddy’s not stopping, baby. Not unless you tell me to.”
He took Steve by the hips, shifting seamlessly into long, deep thrusts. His pace was still slow, but there was power behind his movements now. Each time he bottomed out, Steve moaned.
“Wish you could see it, baby,” Daddy said softly. “How pretty you look on Daddy’s cock. Your little hole stretched so wide, so fuckin’ wet for me. God, baby.”
He grunted, his next thrust a little more forceful.
“Such a beautiful little runt. My perfect boy.”
Steve whined helplessly.
He was a boy in truth at that moment. A boy, strung out and helpless on his Daddy’s cock–and God, wasn’t that a perfect thought. His own little cock pulsed, smearing precum on his thighs.
“Daddy,” he said again, whining because he needed to. Because the way he felt in this moment was too much, too big.
Daddy shifted, stretching out over Steve, their legs tangled together. His weight settled a little more on Steve, pressing him into the bed. Steve moaned.
It was better like this, somehow. Even though “better” seemed impossible only moments ago. Like this, with Daddy’s weight on him, he felt both dominated and protected. Daddy’s soft grunts in his ear, the roll of his hips, each panting breath. Like this, Steve knew his Daddy’s pleasure as surely as he knew his own.
“Tell me how it feels, pup. How does it feel to have Daddy mounting you?”
Steve whined, helpless little noises forced out of him by each deep thrust.
“B-big,” he breathed out shakily. Daddy’s cock, his feelings, the pleasure. It was all so– “Big, Daddy. It’s so–it’s so big, please–please–”
Daddy’s pace changed, quickened. Steve cried out, gripping the bed like he was trying to hold on to reality itself. In a way, he was; he felt mere moments from slipping away completely. Daddy took him by the neck, his big hand pressing Steve’s collar into his skin, and then everything did slip away.
He knew nothing but that dominant hold, the pleasure sparking in his belly and the hot ache of his hole as Daddy took it, took him. He was made for pleasure and made of pleasure, and he was perfect. It was perfect.
It could have lasted minutes, hours, an eternity. Steve didn’t know and he didn’t care. All that mattered is that it didn’t end; that Daddy mounted him and kept mounting him. But then Daddy’s hand left his neck. His fingers slipped through Steve’s sweat-dampened hair instead, petting him.
“Last chance, pup,” he murmured breathlessly. “Tell me you don’t want my knot or my mark. Tell me, or you’re mine.”
Steve whined, twisting to bare his throat, exposing the part of him that would bear his Daddy’s mark.
“Pl’se,” he slurred. “Please, Daddy.”
“My boy,” Daddy growled. “Mine. Mine.”
Steve was smothered by his full weight moments before he felt it: Daddy’s teeth on his neck. Steve cried out as he bit down, pain and pleasure mixing together once more. Daddy groaned deeply, rutting until his knot swelled. As soon as it did, Steve spurted against the mattress, sobbing out his orgasm.
Daddy’s grip on him was too tight, both his hands and teeth, but Steve couldn’t even think of wanting him to let go. He needed it too tight.
Finally, after long minutes of just existing in pleasure, Daddy’s bite loosened. He gently licked at the wound he’d left behind. It would heal soon, and once it did, their bond would be forever.
“My boy,” Daddy rumbled again, his scent exuding nothing but pleased, sated Alpha. He licked the the mark again. “My treasure. My mate.”
Steve shuddered, another pulse of pleasure crackling in his veins.
“Yours,” he whispered back, high on that knowledge. “Yours, Daddy.”
This little binding was made for an exhibition being put on by Designer Bookbinders as part of London Craft Week at Maggs Bros. Ltd (48 Bedford Square, London, WC1B 3DR) between the 8th and 12th May 2019. Shown in the 'modern department’ of the Bedford Square store with other modern bindings surrounding the room, it was in very good company!
This is a binding I had had on the go for a very long while, it is rare I get to do speculative pieces so it was a pleasure to work on something a little different. A relatively small book measuring 186mm x 127mm x 15mm with a series of instructional knots making up the contents.
“Gilcraft” was the pen name for Francis Gidney who was an early leader of the Scouting movement in the UK. He used this name when writing articles and also in several instructional books and booklets for both adult Scouters and boys, such as this publication of “Knotting”. Published in 1942 by Morrison and Gibb Ltd, London and Edinburgh.
The original was in a soft covered in green cloth. The book was pulled and re-sewn onto three tapes. It then went through the forwarding process.
Within the book were numerous instructional diagrams in how to tie a variety of knots. Amongst the contents was the following: How To Use Ropes, The Tenderfoot Knots, Five Hitches, Some Special Knots, Six Stopper Knots, Six Plaits, Splicing, Blocks and Tackles, Lashings, Lifting Weights and Holdfasts.
I started by scanning each of the pages so I had images of each of the illustrated knots, an example below.
I then traced the ones I liked best, twenty eight in total, onto separate pieces of tracing paper. Following this I drew a grid onto a piece of paper and worked out where each would best sit on the cover and joined the rope ends together.
I was then able to trace this pattern onto another piece of paper. I chose sage green leather for the cover and planned to embroider each of the knots in a different colour thread onto this. I selected a colour palette of greens/oranges/greys and metallic threads and cut off small pieces of each and stuck them to my master drawing. This was to ensure no two of the same colours were too close to each other, or appeared twice on the front or back covers.
I was then able to transfer the pattern onto a tracing paper sheet which became the template I worked from for pricking the embroidery holes through the covering leather.
Each knot was then sewn onto the covering leather. I merged the colours into one another where they met by using a whipping stitch, creating an interlocking pattern.
It was necessary to have the pricking template close at all times to try and keep track of what all the pre-pricked holes belonged to!
I use very fine needles to do my hand-embroidery, they are “Gold Eye Sewing Needles: 10 Betweens”. I am always losing them (and occasionally then tread or sit on them around the house - ouch!) so I have now stocked up on multiples to keep me going…
After quite a few hours of sewing, the embroidery was completed and the leather was then ready to be stuck to the book block.
The leather was dampened, pasted out and stuck to the book block. It was left to dry overnight before sticking down the leather joints and doing the infills on the inside of the boards. This then had a layer of Zerkall paper stuck to it which was sanded flush in preparation for the paper doublures.
Two of the knots I chose on the cover were illustrated wrapped around wooden dowels. I therefore opted to use teak veneer to illustrate these two elements. Shown in the image below is where I cut away some of the covering leather so that I could inlay the wood veneer into the space. Once glued down it was then flush with the surface. This strip of wood had to be cut into three parts and was bevelled with sandpaper at the edges of the board.
I also included some small additions of gold wire on two of the knots on the front cover. This wire was attached by drilling through the boards with a tiny drill bit, feeding the wire through and bending the ends into channels on the reverse. These ends were then concealed with the infills.
The book was also blind-tooled along the lines of the ropes using a hand-made finishing tool.
The following is a list of knots that appear on the cover. I made this up as I wanted to work out how many letters and therefore spaces, were required to write each one:
I wanted the names of each of the knots with a reference page number to appear on the doublures. I used tiny handle-letters to tool the names onto individual paper discs (in a colour to match the thread they had been sewn in on the cover). These were then stuck around circles of different sizes, with the gap filled in with a partial line of stitching, again, in the colour to match that of the cover embroidery.
The sample board was a useful tool to try out my ideas ahead of doing the actual binding. Initially in my head I thought I would like to blind tool the space between each of the knots however after doing so I thought it would look far more refined to tool within the rope lines instead. Plus, I thought I wanted to use an off-white paper for the doublures, however decided to use the same hand-made green paper as that of the endpapers in the end. This sample board is number 52 in my series.
And so the binding was complete!
FULL COVER
DETAIL OF FRONT COVER
DETAIL OF HEADBANDS
The book was housed in a tulip wood box with the title of the book on the lid. The tulip wood had a channel routed into it to hold the panels for the lid and base in place.
The box was lined with the same hand-made green paper as used in the binding. Spacers were made and covered in black felt to hold the book securely inside the box.
I also added a “TIE YOUR OWN” pouch in the box lid. This was made with a magnetic fastener to hold it closed. Inside I put a square of card with some thick threads wound around them so that the knotting instructions inside could be tried out - in true Scout style!
More images of this binding are now on my website here. Plus, I will get some pictures up of it in the Maggs exhibition space!
The five-colored-rope bracelet which was given at Hasedera temple in Nara for the occasion of Eleven-face Kannon (a Bodhisattva) special viewing (usually hidden). I have not known what to do with the rugged, easily slackening rope loop, showing a tie to the humongous Kannon, but recently found that Hasedera introduces with footage untying and remaking to agemaki-musubi (a decorative rope work with supernatural intention) for a talisman.
As I went into agemaki knotting, I knew it’s been used for quite a long time (since the tumultuous period—the mid-third century to the seventh century) and there two types exist: hito-gata (人型) to protect against evils and dangers, and iri-gata (入型) to invite good luck and happiness (the 人 and 入 kanji letters are according to how two sides crossing of the knot looks like. 型 means shape). Whereas hito-gata is often used for samurai’s helmets and armors (protection), iri-gata is used for bridal costume and furnishings (happiness). I also found Hasedera’s footage showed hito-gata (against evil), though shrines use iri-gata (good luck), so it turns out shrine and temple are using opposite-direction knotting—I don’t know what it means.
I just simply followed Hasedera’s iri-gata knotting (protection) since the rope should be connected to Buddha, not god (kami). Then I removed silk scarf from my Coach bag and tied the rope to the handle. …Pretty stands out unexpectedly. I could even say traditional something of Spain or Italy (something’s what?).
Anyway, the five-colored-rope bracelet is effectively utilized and now I’m protected. Great.
Warnings: Light coercion– no actual coercion but within the roleplay
Summary: While cleaning out his office, Tony noticed that his omega student hadn’t quite earned his grade yet.
Peter looked away from the box in front of him – it was filled with books and couldn’t fit anything else. Thankfully, they’d put the last of Tony’s things in there, so he went over to the desk Tony was sitting at.
Folding himself onto his mate’s lap was easy, and he took a deep breath as his scent enveloped him, “Hey, Daddy.” Tony smelled like home, like a mix between old books and his favorite whiskey.
“Oh? So now that finals are done, you have time for me again, babe?” Tony teased, running his hand over the skin of Peter’s thigh.
“Don’t be like that, you had shit to grade too you know?” He murmured into the skin of Tony’s neck. His cheeks felt flushed and he’d been nesting a bit more than usual, so at least his heat had a semi polite timing. They were trying to clean all of the necessities out of Tony’s office in preparation for his first summer off in years. It wasn’t really a tedious process, but there were a surprising amount of takeout containers in random places.
“Well, I think it’s time you give Daddy the attention you denied him, hmm?”
Goosebumps broke out on the back of his neck, right where Tony’s breath had fanned over. Peter was straddling the alpha’s lap and looked up at him shyly.
“Here Daddy?”
“Course baby,” he cooed, one hand sliding under the hem of Peter’s loose shorts and the other coming up to cup the back of his head, “you’re already getting wet for me, might as well.”
They both knew it was only the onset of Peter’s heat that had him slicking so quickly, but the look in Tony’s eye said that he didn’t really care. Peter didn’t either but-
“What if someone comes in?”
“Then they’ll know that you’re just getting your ‘A’ Petey, we’ve all gotta pay our dues.” Peter jumped when he was suddenly lifted and slid onto the newly cleared desk, his hold on Tony tightening. He’d thought that the alpha would go a little slower, but Peter supposed it was his own fault for admitting to that teacher-student fantasy a while back.
“How ‘bout I just have a taste? Would that be alright, kid?” At Peter’s slow nod, Tony stood and leaned forward, forcing Peter onto his back. His skin erupted into goosebumps as Tony’s hands trailed up his thighs, soft kisses following in their path. It was easy for him to pull Peter’s shorts down, and with no underwear on, he found himself bare from the waist down atop the office desk.
There was no cool draft to startle him, only the warm feeling of the alpha’s breath on his heated skin as he began kissing the apex of his thighs, and the feeling of pulsing need that had gathered in his core.
When Tony’s slow, teasing kisses reached his slit, Peter’s hand flew to his mouth in a feeble attempt to muffle his gasps. He could only be thankful that Tony didn’t seem to be trying to draw anything out further.
He licked and kissed his dripping hole in a way that had Peter writhing atop the desk, legs wrapping around Tony’s neck in an attempt to bring him closer. One of Tony’s hands came up to pull Peter further toward the edge of the desk and the other came to rest between his legs.
“Your little cunt tastes like heaven Pete– got me wondering, you think I could get that baby cock to squirt for me?” Peter groaned at Tony’s words, breathless and barely holding his moans in. They’d seen a few of Tony’s coworkers on their way in, and he couldn’t risk being heard.
Then Tony moved, fitting his mouth over Peter’s cock and sliding a finger into him.
He was able to take the entirety of Peter’s small cock into his mouth, and he used it to his advantage, hollowing his cheeks and adding another digit to Peter’s cunt. A slight twist had his fingers brushing Peter’s g-spot, and the omega came with a shout, hips bucking up and into Tony.
The alpha let his body be used to ride out Peter’s orgasm, humming around his cock and pushing his fingers into his g-spot more forcefully. He only pulled away when Peter’s excited thrusts turned into halfheartedly squirming away from the stimulation.
When Peter opened his eyes, he found Tony’s face smeared with slick, bits of his beard shining with it.
“I know I said I just wanted a taste,” he signed, wiping his wet fingers on the inside of Peter’s thigh, “but you got me all hard sweetie. Isn’t it fair you take care of your favorite professor now that he’s taken care of you?”
Peter didn’t respond, still breathless and his core pulsing from aftershocks.
“Don’t you want your ‘A’ little boy?” Peter slid his legs closed, batting his lashes in an attempt to look shy – playing into the role they’d set.
“Mister Stark, you’ll start my heat too early, I don’t–”
“If you wanna stop now you’re only getting a ‘B-’ I don’t give ‘As’ to quitters Peter.” He sniffled, sitting up on the desk and ignoring the emptiness he felt at the sight of his mate. Tony’s hair was mussed, his lips swollen and red like he’d just been kissed, and the air around them was filled with the scent of lust. That alone would have had Peter ready and willing, but he’d never done something as risky as this, and there was a chance that one of Tony’s coworkers could walk in. Then there was the risk of his heat starting before they left, but the more he thought about all of the risks, the less he cared.
“Will you promise to pull out Sir?“ He asked anyway, "I really can’t afford to take off from work if my heat starts early.”
Tony gave him a once over, probably scenting how Peter’s heat was already fast on its way, “Fine, but I want you over the desk. I already got you off.”
His cheeks heated at the suddenly dismissive tone, but Tony still steadied Peter when he got up, and he helped him gently fold himself on the desk with a firm hand and a kiss to their mating bite.
The head of Tony’s cock pressed against his wet slit, and one of his hands went over Peter’s mouth. They stood like that, Peter arching backward and Tony silently observing.
“I’m not gonna stretch you any more, you’ll just have to take it for me if you really want that grade, Peter.”
His alpha’s hand pressing tightly over his mouth was the only thing that stopped Peter from shouting when Tony pushed his hips forward, seating himself inside Peter in one hard thrust.
“You’re so fucking perfect around me baby boy, you’re tight and soaking.” Under them, the desk was rocking unsteadily in a way that should have made Peter worry, but all he could do was try and steady himself atop the desk. His legs had turned to jello the second Tony bottomed out, and he was lost in the sensation of rightness combined with the building tension in his core.
It was a dirty, nasty fuck. Tony’s thrusts were hard and quick, and Peter felt his second orgasm approaching while the knot was starting to inflate.
“Mister Stark, you don’t–” his protests were cut off by his own gasps, words unintelligible with Tony’s hand still pressed firmly over his mouth.
“Change of plans,” Tony grunted, knot just barely catching, “gonna knot you, I wanna feel you cum on my knot Petey.” When Peter started flailing a second later, fueled with fake protests, he continued, “You’re taking my class again in the fall right? How about we start you off with a ‘B,’ that sound good?”
The hand over his mouth moved and Tony stopped thrusting, just grinding into him in an imitation of what would happen when the knot locked.
Peter moaned, too overwhelmed to speak, and without the barrier of Tony’s hand, it echoed around the room. Tony took it as an answer and planted one hand on each side of Peter’s head to leverage himself.
The alpha was close, and his knot locked quickly, sending Peter hurtling toward another orgasm. Tony’s hand quickly came back to cover his mouth again, but it was too late and Peter’s whimpering moans were easily heard in the small office.
Tony maneuvered them back into the chair with a curse and swapped his hands for two fingers that he slid into Peter’s mouth. The taste that hit his tongue was salty and unfamiliar, “There you go baby, you can’t leave a mess in my office.”
The fingers pressed hard into his tongue before swiping up his stomach and coming back, coated in quickly cooling cum that Peter lapped up with a halfhearted moan. He felt Tony press a soft kiss to his cheek, a juxtaposition to how they’d been acting earlier.
Peter leaned into the contact, rocking on the knot inside of him. He could feel his heat creeping up on him, and he’d probably be in a full heat by the end of the day.
“Tony,” he whined around the alpha’s fingers, unable to properly form any words.
Eileen hates casual sex. She’s been dealing with her heat for years with artificial pheromones and a good vibrator. When the elevator breaks down and locks her in with a handsome alpha stranger, though, neither can resist the other.
Rated Explicit, 3694 words, Saileen. A/B/O, Alpha Sam, Omega Eileen, Stranger Sex, Office Worker AU, Heat, Knotting, Trapped In Elevator, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Gratuitous Smut, Undressing Each Other, Grinding, Multiple Orgasms, Deaf Character, POV Eileen, Touchy-Feely, Sam Winchester Has a Large Cock, Mildly Dubious Consent
Being in heat was like losing your mind, and this damn alpha wasn’t helping. He smelled delicious…she desperately wanted to taste him. On impulse, she grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him down, pressing a kiss to his open mouth. She felt his whole body shudder pleasantly at that, and his heart was thudding in his chest against her hand.
Still, amazingly, he pulled away.
“I-I can’t,” he said, licking his lips. “Can’t take advantage of you.”
Steo | Stiles x Theo | sm ut | sneaky | a little bit AU
Enemy equals Theo. Is what it is for Stiles. It came naturally because Theo is the alpha of the other pack in Beacon Hills. And Stiles is in the other pack, his best friend’s pack: Scott McCall.
But Stiles can’t deny that Theo is hot as hell. And is relentlessly flirting with him.
He is holding up well but lately his resolve is crumbling. He is starting to like Theo. Really really like Theo.
Scott and Theo had a little clash again last night. They really have to divide the preserve for good. To avoid territorial disputes. And as the time goes by, they’d have to probably divide the whole Beacon Hills. Who gets the Nemeton side would be a big problem. Stiles overthought about it already.
He shook his head and told himself to not think about that yet. For now, who gets which side of the preserve is priority.
“Scott, we should formally have an agreement for the preserve area.”
“I agree, Stiles. Take care of it.” Scott left school with Kira.
Stiles just stared in disbelief as Scott drove away on his motorbike. He couldn’t believe Scott became so nonchalant and always leaving things to him.
But he still did. He wanted this conflict to end. So he pulled up a map of the preserve. He was so focused on drawing a line on the photocopied map that he didn’t notice Theo approach.
Stiles just felt an arm wrap around his waist and Theo sitting next to him.
“Hello, Stiles.” Theo leans in for a kiss on his cheek.
“H-Hey!” Stiles pushed Theo away and wiped his kissed cheek with the back of his hand. “Theo!”
Theo leaned away a little bit from the push, but still held Stiles by his waist. “What is that, baby?”
“The preserve map. And I told you, a million times already, stop calling me baby.”
Theo just smiled at him and looked at the map too. Figuring out that it is between their two packs. Theo started demanding a little more land. Stiles just side eyed him. Theo snickered and rubbed Stiles’s waist.
“Come on, Stiles. And why are you alone deciding on this? Where’s your alpha?”
Stiles sighed. “With his girlfriend.”
“Very responsible. Why don’t you consider my offer, Stiles. Join my pack instead. I’ll be a way better alpha…” Theo leaned closer to his ear. “And a great boyfriend.” Theo then slid his hand down Stiles’s back, towards his butt. He dipped his hand in Stiles pants.
Stiles held his breath as Theo whispered that to him. He gulped when he felt Theo’s hand dip into his pants and give his butt a little squeeze.
“T-Theo…” Stiles said under his breath.
Theo smirked and stood up. Leaning over and behind Stiles. Both his arms on either Stiles’s side. “I supposed we will meet later for that preserve agreement?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“See you later, Stiles.” Theo then kissed the back of his neck.
When Theo left, Stiles was able to breathe normally again. That was quite normal between them. Theo had been flirting with him for months. And lately, his body is betraying him. He’s liking Theo’s presence. Theo’s scent. Theo’s voice and whispers. And sexual innuendos. And touches.
The touches started as a simple tap to the shoulder or chest. Then it grew into running palms up and down on his back or his arm. And recently, an arm snaked around his shoulder or waist. And some occasional hand in his back pocket or finger in his belt loop as Theo walk with him down the hall. And those sneaky kisses. To the cheeks or sometimes the back of his neck.
From an outsiders perspective, Theo looks like and behaves like Stiles’s boyfriend. Only an official: -Yes, I do. Take you as my boyfriend- is needed.
Stiles sighed as he felt himself calm down and cool down. Theo made him feel warm all over. He sat up and exited the library, headed back home. He messaged Scott that he will meet Theo for the preserve agreement later that night. To which Scott replied with a thumbs up emoji.
“Agh! Ohmygod. Can’t even type an -okay-?” Stiles threw his phone on the bed. “Must be nice to have girlfriend… or a boyfriend.”
Stiles remembered Theo’s other offer. Stiles licked his lips at the thought of Theo. Then his alarm went off. Time to get this preserve agreement done.
Liam agreed to come with him but Stiles told him to stay outside Theo’s pack house. Liam is still working on his anger. And an outburst isn’t exactly what Stiles needed right now.
“No! I will go with you. What if they hurt you in there?” Liam said, already upset and raising his voice.
“That. See that? That’s why I don’t want you to come with me. And besides, Theo won’t hurt me.” Stiles assured.
“How can you know?”
Yeah, how do I know? Stiles thought to himself. He was also so sure about it. But that’s what he really feels. That Theo will not hurt him in there. “Just, just stay here okay.”
Stiles headed out. The pack house’s door opened even before he was able to knock. Corey greeted him and some other members. Theo was waiting for him at their dining area.
Theo offered a seat but Stiles decided to stand. So Theo stood up too. Stiles started plotting the preserve land division. Theo still wanted a little more land. They went back and forth with it. Until they’ve finally agreed.
Stiles started to leave when Theo came on him. Kissing him on the lips. Stiles was surprised and stepped back a little. Theo stepped forward more, backing Stiles up against the wall. Theo moves in to another kiss.
“W-Wait, Theo-mnn!” Stiles held his hands out to Theo but the alpha just grabbed them and pinned them on the wall.
Then he proceeded to kiss Stiles. A little smack on the lips at first. Then more exploring. Stiles was fighting it at first but the kisses felt good. Felt right. He started slowly opening his mouth.
To which Theo quickly slid his tongue in and completely dominated the kiss. Stiles was no longer fighting it. He was moaning into the kiss. It felt so good that he didn’t care if Theo’s other pack members are present.
Theo broke the kiss and wanted to test it. He leaned in for another kiss and leaned away, little by little. And Stiles, kept chasing after his lips. And he started to feel Stiles’s hard cock pressing against his thigh. Theo also took a deep breath and enjoyed that heady scent of arousal from Stiles.
His Stiles now.
“All of you. Get out… Now!” Theo ordered everyone to leave.
Corey and the others giggled as they went.
“Oh, Theo has got Stiles now. Finally.” Josh grinned at Corey.
Corey and Josh looked back one last time at the two. They saw Theo grab Stiles’s by his butt and lifted him against the wall, make him wrap his legs around him, then kissed him. Kissed him hard.
“Ohmy.” Corey blushed as he closed the front door.
“H-Hey! Why are you leaving? Where’s Stiles?” Liam asked everyone.
“We should leave, Liam. Stiles is okay.” Corey assured Liam as he guided Liam into his car and drove off.
“Hmn, Theo!” Stiles said as he got pushed up against the wall. Theo grinding their erections together. “Fuck!” Stiles head thudded back on the wall.
Theo kept kissing him and trailed it down to his neck. Stiles was breathing raggedly by then. Theo lifted him off the wall and carried him towards the dining table.
He stopped kissing Stiles a while as he took Stiles’s clothes off. Stiles was watching Theo get undressed too. Enjoying the very beautiful and very hot view.
“Do you like it, Stiles? What you’re seeing?” Theo confidently asked.
“Uh-huh. Hmn mn.” Stiles was just able to murmur. He knew Theo’s body is well built. Muscular. Sexy hot. But seeing it unclothed hits different.
Theo chuckled at Stiles and leaned over again. Kissing him again. And started stroking Stiles’s cock. And by that time, Stiles has no inhibitions anymore. He was wantonly moaning and grunting and slurring his sentences. Mainly consisting of Theo’s name.
“Oh fuck! Mmff so good. Theo!” Stiles was loud.
Theo was holding both their cocks, rubbing them together. And a few more pumps, Stiles came. Shooting and dripping all over himself and Theo.
Stiles was whimpering and breathing heavily from it. Theo rubbed his thighs soothingly. Helping him calm down. And just when his breathing was stable enough, his phone rang. It was on the table and the caller ID showed: the sheriff.
“Holy fu- I have to get this, Theo.”
“… Fine.”
As Stiles was answering the phone, Theo coated his fingers with Stiles’s cum and plunged it into Stiles.
“Yeah, da-ah!” Stiles couldn’t help it.
Theo grinned as he slid in the 2nd finger into Stiles. He could hear the phone conversation.
-Are you okay, Stiles?-
“Y-Yeah, dad. I just… hit my toes against the ta-ah-ble.” Stiles was trying really hard not to moan.
-As I was saying- the sheriff continued to discuss.
Stiles was biting his knuckles. And Theo was feeling naughtier. He took his fingers out and replaced it with his cock. He slowly pushed it into Stiles.
Stiles gasped, very audibly. And mouthed -Fuck!- to Theo; who just smirked.
“D-Dad, can we talk later-ah!”
Theo pulled and thrusted in, hard.
-Stiles? Are you okay, son?-
“Y-Yeah! Just… talk to you later, dad.” Stiles dropped the call. “Holy fuck! Theo, you-ah! Mnn!” Stiles wanted to give Theo an earful from that. They were almost caught by his dad. But he couldn’t do anything but moan. Theo was so good.
Theo laughed and kept pounding into Stiles. Completely turning Stiles into a moaning mess. He picked Stiles up and brought him to his private room in the pack house. Dropping him on the large bed in the middle of it.
Stiles was scrambling to steady himself. Everything felt so hot and searing. His skin was on fire. And his cock, hard again. His lips was red and a little swollen from all the kissing. And his hole, grasping at something that was previously in there.
“Theo, in me.” Stiles was desperate. He needed Theo in him. In and out of him.
Theo was such a tease as he ever so slowly climbed over Stiles. Stiles cursed as he felt his erection bob up and down. He kept cursing Theo for teasing him so much. He had to reach for himself and stroke it. He needed it. He needed something on his cock. Theo shoved his hand away and turned him over on his belly. And lifting him up to his hands and knees. Thrusting into Stiles again.
Stiles was sweating heaps and chasing after his breath. His knuckles white from gripping too hard on Theo’s sheets. Theo reached for his neck and forced him to sit up, his back against Theo’s chest. As the alpha kept thrusting in and out of him.
Theo pushed him down on hands and knees again. Theo’s thrusts became faster and harder. Making Stiles drop to his elbows and knees. And to his face from the intensity of it. He had to turn his head to the side to breathe.
He had his face on the mattress and his butt up in the air. Theo was holding his hips in place. One hand occasionally leaving it only to slap one of his butt cheek. Stiles would hiss and grunt at those. Theo would also take his claws out and ever so gently run his claws up and down Stiles’s sides.
Theo leaned down on him, kissed and sucked on his neck. Grazing his fangs on the flesh. Theo was so elated. He had wanted Stiles for so long and now he has him. He wanted to bite Stiles, to mark him as his. His mate. But werewolf traditions should be followed. He has to claim Stiles first from his alpha.
That could wait. Theo took his fangs away from Stiles’s neck and replaced it with his tongue.
“Hmn, I love you so much, Stiles. You have no fucking idea.”
Then Theo’s pounding hastened more. And he was moaning and panting on Stiles’s ear. And that made Stiles even hornier. That he came again all over the mattress, without even touching his cock.
“Fuuuck!!!” Stiles was seeing white and feeling too high that he almost missed Theo’s warning.
“I’m knotting you, Stiles. Baby.”
“Wh-What? Oh holy shi- ohmygod!” Stiles hissed as he felt that knot swell in him. And that cum pulsing on his prostate.
Theo was cumming and knotting in him. Theo leaned on Stiles, dropping both of them on the mattress. Theo touched his arm, wanting to make it easier on Stiles. He wanted to leech away the pain.
“H-Hey… Theo, don’t. I want to feel it. All of this. How you make love to me.”
“Fuck, Stiles.” Theo followed. He stopped leeching the pain away and just held Stiles’s hand through it.
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Theo drove Stiles home, holding his hand throughout the drive. Stiles asked for a little detour though, to buy curly fries and coke float. And pick up dinner for his dad. Theo insisting on paying for all of it.
They stopped by the sheriff station first. Stiles continuing his convo on the phone a while ago with his dad. The sheriff was a little suspicious. Because Stiles has his hoodie up and zipper closed up to the neck. To hide the hickeys from his 'activity’ with Theo a while ago. But Stiles was able to leave out of there without any incident.
They drove home. But on the last dark corner before his house, Theo stopped and parked on the side. Stiles asked and before he could finish, Theo was on him, giving him head. Stiles was cursing and trying real hard not to moan out loud. He was trying to keep it in a whisper. After finishing in Theo’s mouth, the alpha made him give him head in return. Which Stiles was more than willing to do.
After that deed, Theo continued driving Stiles home. Stiles had this goofy smile on him until he reached his bedroom. He still couldn’t believe that he was able to pull a hot alpha for himself, who is so into him as he was to him.
He was lying in bed and cuddling his favorite pillow when Theo sent him a chat.
-Do you know what to say to Scott tomorrow?-
-What about Scott?- Stiles wasn’t getting it yet.
-Babe, the hickeys. And all your pack, would definitely smell me on you.-
-Holy shit!- Stiles sat up -I’m gonna bathe twice.-
-Not gonna work, Stiles.-
-What should I say?!?-
-I don’t know. I’m interested to hear what you’d come up with.- and then followed by a smirk emoji.
Stiles was in panic. He begged Theo to keep this a secret for now. They aren’t even official yet. But Stiles doesn’t want anyone to know that he and Theo did it. Well, Theo’s pack already knows but he doesn’t want Scott and the others to know, yet.
Then he remembered Liam was with him when he met Theo a while a go. He cursed because he knows Liam kind of knew. He had to come see and talk to Liam first tomorrow.
Morning came and Stiles was wearing a scarf. Yes, a scarf. He looked for Liam and saw the young werewolf with Corey.
’Corey… oh shit, please tell me you didn’t tell Liam.’ Stiles thought as he approached the two.
“Stiles!” Liam ran to him and immediately noticed the scarf and the scent. Liam scrunched his nose. “Stiles… you really did it with Theo.”
“Shhh!” Stiles covered Liam’s mouth. “Just… I can’t let Scott and the others know yet.”
“He forced you didn’t he?!? I told you I should’ve come with you in there!”
“He didn’t force me, Liam. I wanted it.”
“You wanted it?!? With Theo? You like Theo?”
“Yeah. For a while now.”
“But, Stiles-”
“I know, I know, enemy. That’s why can you please keep it a secret for now?”
Liam is very visibly angry. “Stiles, what’s his plan? I’m just worried he’s a jerk and keeps you around only to fuck you.”
“Baby wolf, language. I don’t think Theo is like that. And I’m the one who asked to keep this a secret.”
Theo walked in the hall and immediately saw Stiles. He smiled at Stiles and gestured for Corey to come to him. Corey bid Liam and Stiles goodbye. Stiles just nodded back at Theo.
The alpha and Corey left. Stiles then hugged Liam.
“What are you doing?” Liam was confused.
“Trying to get as many scent on me as possible. You know. Cover Theo’s.”
“Stiles… that’s not really gonna work. Theo is an alpha.”
“I’m gonna hug everyone else.” Stiles said, on his way to find the other members of his pack and hug them.
Lunch arrived and they were all in the cafeteria. And as Theo said, Scott was looking at Stiles funny.
“So… uhm, Theo agreed. So here is the preserve division.” Stiles presented the map to Scott.
“Stiles… you smell… kinda funny. You smell like all of us but… you smell like Theo too.”
“Well, I was with him on a meeting last night for the preserve agreement.”
“And what’s with the scarf?” Scott trying to pull the scarf off.
“No! Don’t.” Stiles moved away. “I just missed Isaac so I’m wearing a scarf. By the way, how’s Kira?” Stiles attempted to change the topic.
Scott was staring at the scarf and the little patch of skin that it showed when he pulled on it. He saw a hickey. And he was sure there are more. But he will let it go for now. Scott welcomed the change of topic. And started rambling on about Kira.
Stiles glanced at Theo at their side of the cafeteria. The alpha was smirking at him. He probably listened in on the conversation. He’s enjoying this.
When the bell rang, as they leave together, they passed Theo’s table. Scott walked near Theo and whispered something before leaving the cafeteria. Stiles was staring at Theo and mouthing: what was that?
Theo just wrapped his arm around Stiles’s shoulder and said: “Nothing. Don’t worry about it, baby.” then gave him a little peck on the cheek.
Liam snarled.
“Woah! Down, boy. I’m not hurting your mom.” Theo glowed his red eyes to intimidate Scott’s beta.
But of course, it didn’t work. Liam glowed his own gold eyes back at Theo. “I don’t care if you’re an alpha, if you hurt Stiles, I will end you.”
“Liam.” Stiles held Liam back by his arms.
Theo just smirked at Liam. He didn’t feel threatened at all. Stiles pulled Liam away.
“See you later, Stiles.” Theo called out one more time behind them as they exit the cafeteria.
Corey walked with Theo and asked: “When will Stiles join us? He will join us, right? He’d be better with us than them.”
“Cor, I have to claim him first.”
“… That’s what Scott said, huh?”
Theo just nodded and his expression turned serious.
In the classroom, Stiles was pestering Scott about what he whispered to Theo. And Scott just said that that is between 2 alphas only. And Stiles swore he will find out. Later.
Middle of the afternoon classes, as Stiles was heading to his next class, he was pulled into that one empty office. Stiles was ready to scream but a hand covered his mouth.
“It’s me.” Theo let him talk now.
“Theo? What the fuck.” Stiles felt relieved when he saw it was Theo. “What are you doi-oomf!”
Stiles didn’t get to finish as Theo shoved him against the wall and smashed his lips on his own. They’re in a full blown make out session now.
“T-Theo, what the fuc-hmn!”
Theo then dipped his hand in Stiles’s pants and boxers, palming him. Stiles was so excited that he could feel himself finishing any minute now. He started telling Theo and Theo kneeled to take him in his mouth.
Theo just blinked his eyes, glowing his red eyes at Stiles.
“Fuu-ahh-ck!” Stiles let out in time with his release, shooting down Theo’s throat.
Stiles was high as fuck as Theo stood up and wiped some cum off. Theo pulled Stiles’s scarf off. And kissed him there.
“H-Hey! I have too many hickeys already!” Stiles complained.
Theo lifted his chin up, turned him around and made him look at the mirror in the office.
The hickeys are gone.
“You could do that?!?”
“I could heal it. I guess your body acknowledges me as your alpha now.”
“T-That happens? You haven’t claimed me from Scott yet. Or my dad.”
“It just happened now, isn’t it? Now, Mr. Stilinski, get back to last period.” Theo spanked Stiles out of that office.
Stiles stepped out of the office and was greeted by Liam passing by, who immediately knew what’s up because Theo followed soon after Stiles out of the room.
“L-Liam, hey.” Stiles wrapped his arms around Liam’s shoulders and led him away. He knows Liam doesn’t like Theo very much.
Liam growled at Theo as he Stiles dragged him along.
“Woah! Calm down, Liam. We’re gonna have to get along soon enough.” Theo said as the two walked away.
“What does he mean, Stiles?” Liam asked.
“I’m late for last period. See you later!” Stiles dodged the question.
After school, Stiles looked for Theo when hr didn’t find him in the halls. He chatted him but no answer, not even a read. Stiles feels nervous. Because Scott is nowhere to be seen too.
“Liam, where’s Scott?”
“He said he’s taking off early.”
“… Corey! Hey, where’s your alpha?” Stiles intercepted Corey walking out the hall.
“Oh. They’re… talking.”
“…Ohmygod! Where?!?” Stiles shook the answer out of Corey.
By the time they reached where the two alphas are 'talking’, the two were stopped on their spot, Theo hunched over a little bit, Scott sitting on the ground; both bleeding, random wounds and bruises everywhere.
“Holy shit!” Stiles ran to Theo. “Theo! What the fuc- are you okay?”
“Don’t worry.” Theo assured him as he got helped up by Corey and Stiles.
Stiles looked over at Scott, Liam was helping him up.
“Theo!” Scott called out. “You better… keep your promises.”
“Already am.” Theo replied as he took Stiles closer to him by the waist.
Scott and Liam walked out of there.
“What’s that about?” Stiles asked, taking Theo from Corey.
“… I just claimed you.” Theo then kissed him.
Stiles eyes were teary. Theo looked so messed up. Not his usual immaculate self. For him.
“But I’m apologizing now, Stiles.”
“For what?”
“Wounds from an alpha heals slower… meaning… I can’t fuck you for a few days.” Theo said with a smirk.
Stiles laughed and smacked Theo’s chest, Corey was still there with them and fighting off his giggles.
“Only one more claiming to be done.” Theo straightened himself up.
Husband just left to go into work early and I’m so horny I can’t stand myself…I’m going to see if King’s in the mood today, I NEED his knot and cum today ;)
i can’t stop thinking about being on a nice walk in the woods at night. the moon is full, i’m breathing in the fresh air, and my mind is clear.
and then suddenly i’m knocked over from behind and pinned down. i feel a massive clawed hand holding my head to the ground while the other tears my pants off, and i can feel hot, rough breath washing over my skin, drool hitting the ground next to my head as the werewolf that’s decided to make me his prey licks my neck, as if tasting me.
“you’re going to be a good breeder for me, boy,” he growls, and i can feel a hot, slick cock rubbing up against me from behind, the head prodding at my boycunt. He notices that i’m wet already, and he laughs, a deep, inhuman sound that sends shivers down my spine. “oh, you want to be filled, hm?”
i can’t respond, shivering, panting as adrenaline courses through my system, but the way my back arches at his touch speaks for me. the werewolf laughs again. “seems like you were made to be bred,” he snarls, and forces the tip of his massive cock into me.
i yelp, but my cry quickly dissolves into pathetic whimpers of pleasure, my entire body shaking as the werewolf pushes further into me, his cock already slick with precum that makes it easy for him to force his way into my hole. i can feel myself stretching wide open around him, and it hurts, it hurts but i love it so much.
the werewolf feels the way i’m responding to him. “good boy,” he rumbles, the hand that’s not on the back of my head coming around and gripping my side. his claws dig into my skin, but i’m hardly paying attention to them - i’m paying attention to the fact that he’s finally pushed himself far enough into me that he’s nestled up perfectly against my cervix. still, it doesn’t feel like he’s all the way inside me.
despite not having hilted himself, he growls and starts fucking me into the dirt, ruthless, relentless, his huge cock forced into my boycunt again and again and again. i whimper and moan, needy, desperate, ashamed of the fact that i’m enjoying being raped wide open by a beast like this but at the same time i don’t care. when the shock of the first thrust fades and i can talk at least a little, i start begging him to fuck me harder, to destroy me, cum inside me, breed me.
the werewolf laughs even as he keeps forcing himself upon me. “you’re such a little slut, aren’t you? begging for me to fill you,” he snarls. “you’re so cute, i might just have to keep you.” his grip tightens on my side. “you’d like that, hm? you’d wanna be owned by my pack? bred night after night after night?”
at that thought, i can’t hold back any longer, and i cum, my boycunt spasming around the werewolf’s cock, struggling to tighten any further with how far it’s already stretched out, my eyes rolled back in my head.
“yeah, thought so,” the werewolf says with a laugh. “cute little fuckdoll, cumming at the idea of being a breeding toy.” i can hear him panting heavily, his grip on my side tight, still pinning me to the forest floor with his hand as i whine incoherently.
suddenly, he speeds up his already brutal pace. “i’m going to rape my pups into you, boy,” he snarls into my ear. “you’re gonna be my pack’s breeding bitch.” with that, he slams himself forward all the way, and i feel his cock breach my cervix as his knot swells inside of my already-stretched pussy. he throws his head back, howling to the sky, pumping his cum directly into my womb. i whimper and whine, orgasming again as my abdomen swells, the werewolf filling me far past what i thought i would be able to take, forcing his seed into me.
“we’re staying here for a while, boy,” he growls as he comes down from his high. “my knot’s not going down anytime soon, and i’ve got half a mind to fill you some more.” he runs his long tongue across my neck. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
i moan at the thought of him fucking me again.
he laughs. “that’s what i thought.”
he spends the rest of the night raping me full of pups, shaping my boypussy perfectly to werewolf cock, my cervix welcoming him again and again like i was made to be a werewolf’s fucktoy. every time i think i can’t hold any more of his seed, he proves me wrong, and my belly swells with his cum until it’s pressed into the ground beneath me.
eventually, the werewolf slows down and lifts his head. “the sun will be up soon,” he says. “so sad. that means we have to stop for tonight.” he leans over me once more. “that doesn’t mean you’re not my toy anymore.” he pulls out of me, and i twitch weakly, a fucked-out mess, pathetic and helpless as he picks me up. “you’re coming back to my den. my pack is just going to love you.”
I found myself inspired by @bluewildcat71, hope it’s alright that I played in your sandbox.
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She had been wandering around the mall with her older brother, window shopping more than anything, when the smell hit her. Not the smell she’d grown used to with her big brother, but a new smell. A smell she needed to find the source of.
The feel of a cockhead diddling her clit drew her back to the present, to the man about to fuck her, breed her. She wanted to squirm at the sensation, but the man had her spread legs pinned while her brother had her arms in his grasp, all she could do was tremble. Around them was a crowd of people, and she would be nervous to be watched so, but all that mattered was that cock.
He rubbed his cock head against her again, a broken sound leaving her. A smug smile broke across his face. “Beg.”
“Please,” he didn’t need to ask twice. “Fuck me, breed me.”
He didn’t speak, instead pushing in slowly. That fat head finally breaching her lips. Orgasm gripped her, her body primed and ready for this. He keep sliding deeper, her channel clinging to that wonderful fat shaft. When she’d first smelled this man she’d been worried he wouldn’t live up to her brother’s cock; he’d been her only breeder before now and it was hard not to wonder. But this man was just right, as perfect as she could want.
She felt her cervix open for him, eager to receive him. He stopped just before reaching it however, pulling out just as slow as he’d pushed in. When only his head remained he pushed back in, only to do it over and over again.
“Please,” she wailed. “Fuck me. I need that knot, need to be bred.” So badly. Her brother’s fingers stroked her wrist as he made a soothing sound. It didn’t calm her as much as she wanted it too.
The stranger chuckled and pulled out completely. Before she could open her mouth to beg again he trust in, this time going all the way and she screamed as orgasm ripped through her again. Her cervix and channel squeezing him in counter rhythm, already trying to draw his seed out. “Fuck that feels good.”
Her brother laughed softly as the man began to thrust in earnest, his knot beginning to form and God she needed it. If she weren’t being held down she’d wrap herself around him, use her legs to pull him deeper, but all she could do was let it happen. Let him breed her.
He moved faster and faster, pounding her good. “Gonna breed you right up,” he grunted. Her womb suckled him, greedy for seed.
“Hope so,” her brother spoke. “High time she got some daughters. Love our sons, but they need baby sister too.” She clenched around the stranger the idea too wonderful.
The man grinned as his knot grew and grew, pushing at all the right places, his thrusts shallower but no less powerful. “Lucky you breeding daughters is a specialty of mine.”
“Please,” she begged. “Give me baby girls.” She needed it as much as she needed his seed. Wanted to see her sons hopefully scent her daughters. She and her brother teaching all of them how to be good breeders. Her cervix clenched tight at the thought. “Need it,” she whined, “need it bad.”
The stranger snarled, she felt his fingers slide down to her abdomen and push down, pressing all those nerves into his knot as his knot pressed back. Seeming to grow bigger as he did it. Her world went white and when she floated back down he was pulsing in her, her womb twitching with each thick rope of cum he ejected. “Oooo,” she cooed. “Yes.”
As if to remind her he was there her brother grasped her hands and pulled them towards his own growing cock, the smell of him making her even wetter. “Gonna have you when he’s done,” he grunted. She mewled at the thought. “Breed some boys with those girls.”
Even the stranger seemed to like that idea, cock pulsing even more. She could only lay there limply, her cervix and his knot still locking them together. Most of the crowd had dissipated, but a few remained, seemingly eager to see it all through to the end.
It would be a while, her womb still expanding from seed, making her already look pregnant. It soothed that itch in her, she could almost feel her eggs sucking up his seed as much as her womb did. She had a feeling this would be her largest pregnancy yet, even moreso when her brother bred her. The thought made her smile.
Omegaverse. Going into heat, my body screaming at every alpha close enough to smell me that I’m fertile and ready to be bred. Knots. Cum inflation. Impregnation… that’s the good shit. Send me asks about abo?
I’m so happy with how this turned out ➿➿➿ now just to trim the ends so it’s 8'5" tall! - - #macrame #handmade #cottonthread #knot #knotting #wedding #weddingcrafts #diywedding #weddingbackdrop #backdrop #boho #bohowedding #handmadedetails
WARNING: this story contains some elements of dubcon!
it’s time for a spooky Halloween story! Darla bites off a little more than she can chew when she swaps out her werewolf girlfriend’s anti-lycanthropy potion for a fake! Can she avoid getting knotted and used as a breeding bitch by her sweet, loving, totally feral girlfriend?
Probably not!~
Having a partner who suffered from lycanthropy had its ups and downs, Darla reflected to herself. On the one hand, the curse was relatively easy to control; every full moon, her beloved girlfriend Tabby simply had to drink a tasteless mixture consisting of knobweed sap, dalewillow, and trace amounts of silver, mixed into water, which suppressed her transformation and kept her in human form, even when standing directly in moonlight. Darla wasn’t what you’d call an accomplished sorcerer, but the potion was easy enough to concoct for even an enthusiastic amateur witch, and it gave her an excuse to break out the pointy hats and spooky outfits, so there was never any trouble in getting Tabby her dose of potion.
However, other effects were a little less easy to control…
“Nnnhhh… f-fuck… cummingggg…” Tabby whined, her small, slender body tensing up as she desperately smacked her hips against Darla’s fat, wobbling butt, the taller girl letting out a breathy moan as she felt the twitching girldick inside her dump yet another load into her ass.
Darla felt her eyes rolling back in her head. Unfortunately, while Tabby’s transformation could be effectively controlled, there was no cure for other aspects of her curse; that is to say, there was no way to stop her from going into heat. The small, shy girl was a mess at the best of times, but every month, as the full moon approached, she would grow increasingly nervous and jittery. And the worst part was that even though Darla was more than happy to let Tabby use her body to relieve some of the stress, she was so embarrassed by her condition that she often struggled to ask!
On one particularly memorable occasion, Darla had been forced to pin Tabby down in the back of the car, push her legs open, and spear her own throat on the fat, throbbing fuckrod that was hanging between her girlfriend’s thighs, because despite the girl’s insistence that she was fine and didn’t need any help, she had popped a huge, noticeable boner right in the middle of the store!
All of this meant that managing to get the girl into bed, and dumping loads into Darla, was quite an achievement. And even then…
“O-OK, I think I’m good now, th-thanks Darla…” gasped Tabby, as she started to pull her hips back, extracting inch after inch of still rock-hard cock from Darla’s ass.
Darla looked over her shoulder at her girlfriend, and raised a disbelieving eyebrow, before deliberately squeezing her ass around Tabby’s cock, smirking at the lewd squeal this extracted from the girl, before her expression turned a little more serious.
“Seriously? Come on, Tab, we’ve talked about this, you need to make sure you’re taking care of yourself properly when you’re in heat! I know it’s embarrassing, but I’m here to help, ok?” she tried to give a reassuring smile, but while Tabby was nodding in agreement, it was clear that she was attempting to retreat.
“I-I know, and I feel fine now, I promise!” she said, sounding thoroughly unconvincing.
Darla sighed, and pushed her hips back, moaning as she took a few inches of girldick back into her ass.
“I know you’re worried that I can’t handle allthis,” she wiggled her ass around the ten inch long pillar of girlmeat that was half-buried inside her, “but I promise, I totally can! I can’t say I’ve taken bigger, but… well, let’s just say I’m very used to it by now~”
Tabby merely bit her lip again, cheeks flushed as she tried to look anywhere but at Darla’s face.
“Fine,” the tall witch finally relented, “you should probably go and drink your potion now anyway, it’s getting dark out there…”
Tabby nodded eagerly.
“Um… can we cuddle under the covers for a while after that…?”
Darla smiled indulgently.
“Of course hon, I’ll be waiting for you.”
Darla rolled over as Tabby went into the next room for her potion, getting to her feet and pulling the closed curtains open a little, and peeking out at the street. Poor Tabby. She was just so bashful; cuddles and kisses were like catnip for her, but she had one of the most severe cases of sexual repression Darla had ever seen! It felt like some sort of cruel, cosmic joke that the shy girl suffered from such a lewd affliction, unable to properly find some relief from it!
Tonight, however, Darla thought she might be able to help with that a little…
She returned to the bed without closing the curtains, and climbed under the covers, holding them up as Tabby came back into the room, naked apart from a blanket that she was awkwardly holding over her throbbing, diamond-hard prick, and balls which were still obviously packed with cum. Darla didn’t say anything though, simply allowing the girl to climb into bed next to her, and then draping her body over her girlfriend, giving her a few soft, gentle kisses on the nose. They lay like that for a few minutes, simply enjoying the warmth of one another’s bodies, before Darla’s hand started to drift downwards…
Tabby, predictably, protested.
“Darlaaaaa…” she whined, wriggling under her girlfriend.
Darla tutted in return.
“Sweetie, if I just leave this, we both know that you’re gonna have trouble sleeping, and even when you do, you’ll have lots of horriblylewd dreams during the night, and we’re both going to wake up covered in your cum,” she teased, her hand gently stroking up and down the long, aching shaft.
“And we also both know how embarrassed you get when you have one of your little, ahem, accidents, don’t we?”
Tabby could only moan in response, her cock treacherously responding to Darla’s attention.
“And besides…”
Darla shifted, and suddenly her soft, squishy asshole was pressing against the tip of Tabby’s cock again, while the smaller girl was pinned beneath her girlfriend’s weight.
“It’s a dangerous time of the month for me… what if something happens during the night and I get knocked up?~”
Tabby was now covering her crimson face with her hands, knowing full well that Darla was right, but unwilling to acknowledge it.
“Awww, don’t worry sweetie…” Darla giggled.
“I get the feeling you’re gonna get a lot more eager soon~”
“Huh…?” replied Tabby, peeking out from behind her hands.
“What do you-”
And then a sliver of moonlight shone through the gap that Darla had left in the curtains, straight onto Tabby’s skin.
“Hhhaaa!!~”
Tabby had once described the feeling of transforming to Darla. Apparently, her skin became hyper-sensitive, feeling almost like an electric shock as her body grew and changed. The way she had talked about it hadn’t sounded especially pleasant, but something about the way her cheeks flushed and her legs crossed as she related the experience to Darla had made the girl suspicious that there was a little more to it than that.
Now, watching Tabby’s eyes roll back and her tongue hang out as her small form began to grow, Darla was certain of it.
“Wh-what did you… hhhh…” Tabby groaned, as Darla leaned in and nuzzled her face, cooing softly.
“Gosh, I guess I must have mixed up your potion with some water!” she replied, making no effort to convince Tabby that it had been a genuine mistake.
“Oh my god noooo… p-please, it’s so embarrassing, you can’t…”
Darla pouted.
“You’re never going to get over how embarrassing it is if you keep acting this way, you know,” she chided her girlfriend, as soft, shiny grey fur started to form all over Tabby’s body.
“Plus…”
She licked her lips, and wiggled her hips eagerly.
“I think you’re gonna enjoy this a lot~”
And with that, she slammed her hips down, effortlessly taking all ten inches of her girlfriend’s cock!
“Nnggghhh…”
“F-fuuuuck!!~”
Tabby’s endurance had never been the best, but clearly the heightened sensitivity brought about by her transformation had run it into the ground; she squealed as her balls tightened against the base of her cock, and her tongue was left hanging out of her mouth as she sprayed Darla’s insides with cum.
Darla, for her part, was just enjoying the feeling of getting her ass stretched… and stretched… and…
“Hhhaa… w-wait… holy shit, it’s even bigger when you turn…?” she gasped. Sure enough, while she was proud to say she could easily handle Tabby’s oversized girldick normally, she could feel the prick inside her swelling, and her eyes rolled back as she realised that there was no way she wasn’t gonna end up gaped from this!
She managed to focus her eyes on Tabby’s face for a moment, and was taken aback by how much it had already changed.
Her girlfriend’s teeth were sharpening, and her eyes flashed bright yellow as she let out a low, throaty growl. Before Darla could even think about catching her breath, she felt a pair of strong, clawed hands grabbing her hips…
“Tab? Can you still hear me? I’m gonna start moving now, so-”
And then Darla cut herself off with an embarrassing little squeal of her own, as her sweet, timid little girlfriend started slamming her hips up and down, burying her still-swelling cock deeper and deeper into Darla’s ass!
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygodddd…” Darla whined, letting instinct take over as her hips rolled back to meet Tabby’s brutal thrusts. She felt the lengthening claws on Tabby’s hands rake across the soft, meaty globes of her ass, and was shocked at how goodit felt… she had hoped that Tabby would be a little more assertive in her wolf form, but hadn’t really considered that she might not be the one topping for once. She certainly hadn’t prepared herself for how fucking feral her girlfriend would become…
Darla looked down, and felt her breath catch as she realised that Tabby was nearing the end of her transformation. Her cute face had become a long, snarling snout, and her body was completely covered in grey fur. With a final snarl, she hilted inside Darla’s ass, and dumped yet another load inside her!
“Fuuuck… jeez, you w-were really backed up, huh…?” Darla gasped, her whole body going weak as Tabby continued to spray rope after rope of cum inside her.
Tabby didn’t reply. Instead, the wolf girl pulled her hips back, and Darla let out a downright humiliating moanas several thick, gooey loads spilled from her gaped asshole. She didn’t get any time at all to rest, however; instead, she felt Tabby move her claws from her hips to her shoulders, and found herself being almost effortlessly pushed over, and onto her back!
“W-wait, what’re you doing now…?” Darla asked, uselessly, as Tabby climbed on top of her, a downright predatory expression on her face.
Darla looked down, and saw what was now hanging between her girlfriend’s legs. Tabby’s already oversized girldick had now fully transformed along with the rest of her; swelling over five inches, into a fifteen inch long, dripping red prick.
“O-oh god…” Darla whined, struggling weakly in Tabby’s iron grip, as Tabby rubbed the underside of her drooling prick right up against her girlfriend’s soaked cunt…
But even as she wriggled tokenly, there was no masking the undercurrent of lust in Darla’s voice. The busty witch had always been a bit of a size queen, and she couldn’t deny that the prospect of taking something so monstrous excited her…
She bit her lip. This was all about making Tabby more assertive, right? Plus, she could always just push her off when she was about to cum… so really, there was nothing wrong with encouraging her!
Although what Darla did qualified as a little more than just encouraging her girlfriend; she spread her legs, and pulled them back, putting herself in a prime position to be put into a fucking mating press.
“C-come on then, stud, aren’t you gonna breed me?~” she cooed, pushing her tits together with her arms to present as enticing a package as possible.
Tabby let out a pleased-sounding growl, and Darla gasped as she felt the tip of that huge werewolf cock pushing insistently against her pussy.
But as she was getting herself all excited and ready to take her girlfriend’s swollen cock, a stray thought finally managed to drift through the cock-addled haze her mind was in and land. If Tabitha had a werewolf cock now, wouldn’t that mean it also had…?
Darla’s eyes widened in panic, and she looked down again.
“Fuuuck…” she whined. It had been hidden by the angle before, but now there was no mistaking it; Tabby was packing over a foot of girthy, hot, red girldick.
And that wasn’t including the fist-sized knot at the base.
Before Darla could think about it anymore, however, everything suddenly went white. She tried desperately to compose thoughts even as the several inches of werewolf cock that had just been packed into her cunt caused her to totally blank out!
“Nggghhhfuckyesssss…” she groaned as Tabby started to mercilessly piston her hips again, the werewolf girl showing no sign at all of becoming tired as she pounded her girlfriend, letting out a growl of approval at the way Darla’s eyes rolled back and her tits jiggled at the rough treatment. If Darla’s brain had been fuzzy from cocklust before, now it was completely consumed; she was pretty sure that she was letting out slutty, humiliating pleas for more, harder, deeper, please, but she couldn’t be sure. All she knew was that every extra inch of cock that was buried inside her made her shudder in ecstasy.
However, after a few minutes, Darla became dimly aware of something smackingwetly against the entrance to her cunt with every thrust, and with a start realised what it was.
Ohfuckohfuckohfuuuuuck…
Tabby was trying to force that fat fucking knot inside her!
Sh-shit… if she gets that inside me I’m gonna get bred…
Darla groaned, and did the only thing she could. She squeezed her cunt around Tabby’s cock as tightly as she could, hoping that it would be enough to stop that huge knot from getting packed into her cunt…
Of course, feeling Darla’s warm, tight cunt clench around her cock only spurred Tabby on, letting out a snarl as she hammered away at Darla’s pussy even harder! But her breathing was becoming ragged, and even with her wolfish appearance, Darla recognised the signs that her girlfriend was on the verge of cumming!
“Sh-shit… just gotta hold on a little longer…” Darla moaned, bracing her arms against Tabby’s chest… and then collapsing into a drooling, twitching heap as Tabby responded in kind, groping her tits with her sharp claws! Just like before, the feeling of those claws scratching her soft, sensitive flesh made Darla go totally weak, shuddering as her tits were completely mauled by her feral girlfriend…
“Fuuuuuuck!!~” Darla squealed, frustration melting into raw, unbridled pleasure as she felt Tabby’s nasty, throbbing knot stretchher cunt… and ensuring there was no escape as Darla’s girlfriend let out a victorious howl, and dumped one of the biggest loads she’d ever blown straight into Darla’s unprotected womb!
“Nooooooo…” Darla whined, even as her tongue hung out and her vision blurred from the mind-breaking orgasm, shaking and whining as her sweet, bashful girlfriend used her as a breeding bitch.
After a few moments, Tabby let out a hot, panting breath, and collapsed on top of Darla. Darla could sympathise; she felt exhausted after that… but even as she hoped that her self-inflicted ordeal might finally be over, she felt something press up against her cunt; a pair of very fat, very full balls, which would undoubtedly need draining as soon as Tabby got her breath back. Darla whimpered softly. Just what had she gotten herself into?
The next morning, cool, autumn sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the lurid display in Darla and Tabby’s bed. The latter girl, looking completely peaceful and well-rested, was draped over her girlfriend, snoring softly, a picture of calm serenity and happiness. By contrast, Darla was a mess. The girl was sprawled on the bed, a steady stream of cum oozing from her wrecked pussy, and her body a mess of nips, claw marks, and even light bruises! Strangest of all, however, was the look of utter bliss on her face as she gently stroked her girlfriend’s hair. She needed to get up soon, and clean herself up, not to mention that she needed to go through her old potions books, and see if she could find something to deal with the nasty load of werewolf cock goo that had been splattered all over her unprotected womb!
But that was for later. For now, she was simply content to lie there with her girlfriend… and think of just how she’d convince Tabby to skip taking her potion this time next month~
