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“i call him ollie too,” he mumbled, taking a seat at the table once all the bags were taken from him, and set aside. now he cradled the baby in his arms as he stirred. yawning and moving his little arms. was that a…smile? luka felt his plump lips parting as he savored the sight. he really wished the other smiled more. he had a beautiful smile and it made things a lot less tense sometimes. but then as quick as it appeared it was gone. the omega flinched as the other began ranting to him about all of the wrong things he’d done. about how mikey hadn’t been able to experience all the firsts that came with this child. “do you think i don’t feel guilt?” luka asks, interjecting between the others words. usually he could never work up the nerve to talk back, and just listened quietly. now luka had a bit of a backbone. he was a mother first now.

“i was alone for - for the birth and i regret it now. trust me it was…scary and all so fast. i - i had to go through everything by myself because i was too scared to tell you about s-some of the thoughts i was having. its because of the way y-you react to things. like now. stop it.” luka grounded out, frowning some as oliver began to fuss. luka knew it was wrong to be upset with mikey for reacting this way but at this point in time he didn’t want the baby upset. this wasn’t the time or the place. he already admitted he regretted what he did and how he handled everything. luka dropped his soft blue hues down to oliver, leaning over to press a hiss to his forehead before standing up. “you have to support his head and neck like this…” he instructs before clearly motioning for him to open up his arms to take him. though it was clear luka was having a hard time parting with the baby. even so, oliver ended up in mikey’s arms and he stood by with his arms crossed tightly over his chest while he watched the two. his heart swelled with joy at the sight of oliver and his dad, his alpha. it felt right. “he shouldn’t need to eat for about an hour but if he keeps…fussing i will make a bottle…nursing hasn’t been goin’ to well…” he says softly.

honestly? he did originally come because he was scared, alone and had no place to go and no more money. but now he was really rethinking how much he missed being home. how much he missed mikey, and being next to him in bed each night. feeling wanted and loved and feeling secure. but he was afraid that if he answered wrong luka would be kicked to the curb and some how oliver would be taken from him. luka’s paranoia got the best of him sometimes. mixed with his horrible anxiety he found himself quiet for a few moments as he listened to the other speak. “i know,” he whispered, or at least he hoped he knew. the second mikey’s voice cracked however he knew he was being genuine. any ounce of doubt was washed away. “i’m coming home, mikey…i’ve - i’ve missed being home…” it was in that moment that tears fell down his cheeks, “and ‘m not gonna lie at first i was - i was just coming because i - i can’t afford any more motels or anything b-but i really miss being home with you. i want to come home. i’m – i don’t want to be alone anymore…or on m-my own.” oliver didn’t deserve an unstable environment.

Mikey had to admit he was a little surprised when Luka responded back to him, he remembered him being a lot more quiet whenever they were in a tense situation. Admittedly, he was even a little turned on by the other’s secure tone but that only added more to the mess of emotions already bubbling inside of him at that point. “But ... that still means that ... you were less scared of being alone through everything ... than you were about just talking to me?” the idea of that confused him and then, the more he thought about it over a few moments, the more the idea of that hurt him. “I know that everyone else is scared of me ... but I never thought you were,” he murmured, looking down, “I thought we were different,” he now wondered if he’d been seeing his own relationship and claim at a completely different angle than what it really was, “I’ve never, ever meant to hurt or scare you-” he said honestly, “There’s never been anything I wouldn’t do for you,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever loved,” he looked up at the other, his lips in their classic straight line but his eyes swimming in emotion. All of that was true, and it had been true since before the day he’d laid his claim on the other, but now he began to question everything, now knowing that even then, when he thought they were at their best and happiest - Luka feared him.

The air was tense and heavy between them now as both seemed to be holding back incredible dams of emotion. “Huh-” he blinked stupidly, snapping out of his head space when the other spoke, “Wait - you’re - you mean I can -” he babbled before just returning to silence as Oliver found his way into his arms and in that moment, something inside of the Alpha clicked. Oliver was warm and only a gentle weight in his hold, and from the moment he nestled against him, their eyes locked and something in the earth and inside himself shifted. In that moment he saw the universe in his son’s eyes, felt the warmth of the sun from his delicate skin and stars twinkling at his lips. A void that he hadn’t realized he’d had, not only felt filled, but was now overflowing. “He’s not going to fuss,” he murmured, “He’s tired, he’s going to rest,” his words were definite, as though he knew them to be completely true somehow by no other explanation than he just knew. He leaned in and pressed his first kiss to his son’s forehead, letting his lips linger there for a moment before pulling away, “Sleep now,” he said softly, “... my son,” and little Oliver stared up at him in absolute adoration before his eyes seemed to start to become heavy and his mouth stretched in a silent yawn and within moments he seemed to fall right asleep, basked in the protection and warmth of his father’s embrace that promised to never let him go and to never let anything happen to him.

He pressed another kiss to his head before slowly looking back up at Luka, “Probably from the stress and not taking care of yourself,” he said gently, not in a way that accused Luka of anything, but in a way of understanding, “We can make that right,” he assured him, offering him a soft smile. He listened to the other quietly, not interrupting him as he wanted to hear everything he had to say. The more he listened, the more his heart broke and the more his own doubt and worries fell to the wayside. Luka was his, he always was and he always would be- no matter what. He’d just made a mistake. And that realization finally lifted what felt like a fog of emotions from Mikey’s head, “Shh,” he said quietly, and, gently shifting Ollie to rest against his chest, curled up and supported by only one of his large arms, he opened the other and pulled Luka to him, holding the omega to his chest as well, and also pressing a kiss to his head, “You will never be alone or on your own so long as I’m drawing breath,” he promised him, “Neither of you will,” he added with a little smile, “You’re both home now.”

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        🥍  ➣  lacrosse practice had just let out, and mike couldn’t wait to get home.  he was exhausted and hungry to say the least. after showering, he made his way to his gym locker. unfortunately for him, his former friend and enemy, connor was hanging near it talking to other members of the team. not paying him any attention, mike began changing into his clothes when the other turned his attention to him.  ‘oh look who we have here, if it isn’t montgomery. i’m surprised your still on the team with how crazy you are.’ a couple of the guys chuckled but mike ignored them. he didn’t need to get kicked from the team for socking the other. not getting a reaction from him, seemed to triggered connor. it wasn’t long before he got in his face and continued insulting him. it wasn’t until he insulted his sister again that he lost it. ‘i’ve always knew you were never right in the head but i shouldn’t be surprised. your dad’s a cheater, your mom is a mess and your sister’s a slut–’ he slammed his locker hard as he got in the male’s face.  ❛  shut the fuck up! ❜  he yelled at him. although mike found himself being shoved to the ground as he looked up at the male in anger. ‘if you were on your knees, you’ll know how your sister feels.’ before mike had a chance to say or do anything, the locker room door open. mike assumed it was one of the coaches coming back in or who heard the commotion. // @alphafvckers​

Gareth rubbed his belly as he walked away from the end of football practice. He hated the entire team’s guts, including the coach - but the game’s after-parties and the groupies he scored more than made up for it. Besides, it wasn’t like he was anybody’s favorite, not just on the team, but in the school itself. Gareth was probably the most notorious student in the place. Nobody knew anything about his family or his history - but everyone knew that he was bad news and to never mess with him. In fact, most preferred not to talk or even make eye contact with him. There was hardly a law he hadn’t already broken and hardly a thing he wouldn’t do without a second thought, which made him unpredictable and dangerous. His hulking figure alone was enough to both attract, but mostly frighten those around him. He’d been in fights, been in jail and been in other people’s beds more times than he could count, and what earned him his feared respect and notoriety was the fact that he’d walked away from all of those things a victor while those behind him were left in pieces. He was thinking which fast food joint he was going to hit up on the way home as he passed by the Lacrosse locker rooms and heard a wild commotion coming from it. With his curiosity peaked and his eyebrow raised, he stopped and very slightly and carefully slid the door open just a crack for him to peak through and get a glimpse of the action. A couple minutes later, true to character, Gareth wildly and loudly kicked the door right open, causing enough of a shock and scene to cause everyone to whip around and look right at him.

“Evening, gentlemen,” he greeted sarcastically, inviting himself in and slowly waltzing up to them. The entire team had frozen, most of them tensing at the sight of him, their eyes wide and their shoulders hunched, “You know that whenever there’s a fight within a mile radius of me, I can’t help but join,” he joked, curling the side of his lips into a crooked smile, “Connor, baby,” he greeted the pack leader with mock enthusiasm, “I heard you saying something about being on your knees?” he questioned, tilting his head to the side, “Were you talking about pretty boy over there -” he nodded towards the male on the floor, who he thought was named Mike, “- or were you talking about what I saw you doing in an alley last weekend?” the reaction from the team around him was immediate, all of them letting out a wave of “ooooohhhh” and cupping their hands over their mouths, trying to cover their smiles. By now, he stood right up against Connor, their faces mere inches from one another, “You got something you want to say to me, princess?” he continued to taunt, right up in Connor’s face. “You wanna fight?” he teased in a whisper, “Go ahead - let’s go - but let’s also first remember how that ended for ya the last time you thought your little tough-guy act was gonna be enough to save your scrawny, sorry ass in a fight with me ...” he grinned, leaning in and whispering into Connor’s ear, “I bet you still have a pretty little scar from what I did to ya,” he licked his lips and pulled away, returning his voice to the showman tone it had been before, “Now, tell pretty boy you’re sorry you’re such an ape- you just can’t help it, it’s how you were born-” the other’s snickered around them, “-and then take your little posse and fuck. off,”  he said the last two words with enough emphasis to make them echo across the locker room. 

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there was no expression on the alpha’s face which wasn’t unusual but the omega hated it. he never knew what to expect from mikey. surely he wouldn’t harm him if he was holding his pup, right? he wouldn’t shout in fear of waking and scaring the sleeping bundle in his arms, right? luka didn’t know. but he did know one thing. that mikey had cared for him to some degree even if he didn’t usually show it like others did. luka’s hand was rubbing over the baby’s back while the other arm held ollie firmly against him. he’d probably wake and want to eat again soon. a deep frown made its way across luka’s face when a barely dressed omega came up behind mikey, mikey who then told him he needed to leave. “but…but i don’t…” luka felt tears welling up in an instant, his breathing becoming a bit more heavy. 

this wasn’t what he expected. well, truly he didn’t know what he expected to happen. happy ever after? luka was a mess. he was the one who left out of fear. he’s never bared a baby before oliver, and at the time he’d been afraid and didn’t know if he was ready yet. though now he couldn’t imagine his life any other way. in fact he wanted more than one, and was a bit saddened he didn’t have twins or triplets. but oliver was happy and healthy and that’s all that mattered. as the omega spoke luka dropped his head, sniffling. “i-if that’s…what you w–” but mikey cut him off and clarified himself. oh thank god. because he had no where else to go that night and he missed being home. it’s been way too long since he’s slept in a comfortable bed. the omega flinched when the other spoke back, and stepped away a bit from the drama. shushing the pup as it started to coo and fuss. 

finally the omega left and took off into the night. luka didn’t spare a glance back, but instead stepped right on inside. ready to reclaim his position in the pack, and in mikey’s bed. this was really stroking luka’s ego, and made him feel important. after all these months and mikey welcomed him back with open arms and kicked the other out? “just a little…” he murmured, a small smile quirking up at his lips. “uh…yesterday morning? l-like at ten or something…i don’t know.” luka shrugged a bit. he had a back pack on his back, and a large diaper bag on his shoulder. “he is…we just did a wellness v-visit at the clinic…” luka mumbled, “his names…oliver.” luka added as he walked towards the kitchen, feeling a little guilty mikey hadn’t had any say in the choosing of the name. “i’m…so sorry mikey r-really…i did a lot of really no good stupid things…” luka admits with a frown. 

Mikey listened, silent as they entered the kitchen and he helped Luka take off his bags before gesturing for him to take a seat. Although his facade was stoic and strong, his mind only continued to race a mile a minute, having to process many major revelations at once. Not only had Luka returned to him, but he’d returned to him with the child that he thought he’d lost. Both of the most precious people in the world to him had come back to him. But that didn’t excuse what he’d been put through in losing them, and not to mention, all the things he’d lost because of it- things that could never be returned to him. As incredibly afloat as part of him felt, another part of him felt just as incredibly angry. He began to heat up left over pasta from earlier in the evening, when he turned, the other told him his name and right then - just for a moment; the infamous cold facade cracked and Mikey ... smiled.

“Oliver,” he murmured, looking at the small bundle in Luka’s arms, he liked that name. Then, with the smile still on his face, his eyes went cold as they met Luka’s, “No good stupid things?” he repeated slowly, the smile fading as quickly as it came before he whispered, “You’re gonna have to do a whole hell of a lot better than that,” he glowered, “I didn’t know he was even ... that you were gonna have him,” he said, “I wasn’t even there for his birth- the birth of my first child,” he pointed out, “I didn’t get to pick his name with you,” he added, “I didn’t get to -” he corrected himself mid-sentence, “I haven’t held him ... ever,” he voice had begun to take on a bit of a controlled growl to it as the only other sound was the hum of a microwave beside them, “Strangers at a clinic have held and know more about my son than I do—” he stopped himself, turning away from Luka and gripping the edge of the countertop, shutting his eyes and dragging in a deep breath through his nose and letting it out in a shudder through his mouth, “Now is not the time for this ...” he finally murmured as the microwave dinged to signal it’s completion and Mikey continued to prepare the food for the other, “All three of us need to sleep and ... recover,” he murmured just loud enough for the other to hear before turning around and setting the bowl of food in front of him, “Does ... does ... he ... does Oliver need to eat something?” he asked, a little dumbly, scratching the side of his face, unsure and trying not to let the fact that he not only knew nothing of his own son but he knew nothing of how to care for him either add fuel to his raging internal fire.

He didn’t know how to even begin to express the torment he suddenly found himself in to the other. Every time he looked at Luka’s beautiful face he both warmed with joy and anger, then he would look to Oliver and all the heat of his emotions felt as though it melted the ice in his veins. “Just ... answer me one thing for now, okay?” he swallowed, “What did you come back for?” he asked, slowly looking over at Luka, “To be with me?” he took in a deep breath, “Or because you guys needed somewhere to stay?” he asked, “Just be honest with me,” he said, pulling the chair out and taking a seat, leaning one large, muscular arm on the table, his eyes never leaving Luka’s, “Either way, you know I’ll take care of you, okay- the both of you,” he pointed out, “No matter what, you’re the bearer of my first born pup and you know what that means to me,” there might’ve been an unintentional attack in his words but it was well founded if there was, “I don’t want to lose either of you again-” A second crack in his armor showed, this time, in his voice, “But ... I need to know what this really is,” he bit his lower lip, “Are you coming home ... or do you just need a home?”

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        His eyes moved down to the man’s glistening torso and he could tell by then just how he truly was a real man, full of power and control over him. It all fell on him to be a good fuck, a good slut for Kyle. Luke groaned out loudly as the large cock filled him up repeatedly, it didn’t help that now he was facing Kyle and the man could see those blushing cheeks of his as he was being taken so roughly for the second time today already. “Yes sir, I love your cock so much.” He muttered with his breaking voice, holding onto his own thigh to keep his legs well spread for the other to go inside of him and move as he so pleased. His goal was to be used as much as was expected out of him. It was why Luke had a lot of stamina when it came to being pounded, his desire to please always overrode his exhaustion. “Use me as you please sir… I can take it, I promise.”

Luke looked like a dream beneath him as Kyle continued to pound into him. The other’s soft skin was tinged with strokes of blush and glistening. Hearing him praise his cock and beg for more only spurred Kyle on more and caused him to rut into Luke that much harder, the bed shaking and dipping beneath their activities. He leaned forwards, forcing Luke’s legs to bend with his movements, letting him reach even deeper inside of him, he moved his hand from Luke’s hip to his chest, squeezing as their faces were now inches apart, close enough for the sweat to roll slowly off of Kyle’s heated, muscular form and fall onto Luke’s. “You feel so good - I never wanna stop fucking you,” he breathed, looking right into the other’s eyes as their bodies continued to move together, creating a symphony of rough pleasure, “I wish I was the one that had bought you,” Kyle murmured, “I want you to be all mine,” he said lowly, his hand moving from Luke’s chest up along his clavicle, neck and into his hair, gripping it tightly and tugging on it before he leaned in and let their lips meet in a heated kiss.

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plot: luka and your muse had a contract together (d/s or perhaps an arranged marriage thing ?? they could have developed feelings for one another quickly. ) but when luka found out he was pregnant he vanished bc he didn’t know if he wanted to keep it. but now he’s back, and whoops here’s our child. 

“n-no i swear he’s yours!” luka cradled the baby against him, the baby that was only two months old and fast asleep. it seemed that’s all these little people did. sleep, eat, cry, and poop. but luka still found himself tired, and didn’t have everything he needed to care for the baby. “i just - i got scared and i didn’t know i-if i wanted it.” luka said quietly, obviously regretting having the thought of not keeping the baby because he fell in love with him as soon as he had him. 

Mikey was cold and motionless as stone as he stared at the other. It was an ungodly hour in the morning and Mikey stood in nothing but his boxers, holding his front door open to the one and only person he’d ever given his heart to - and the only one who had ever broken it. A half-asleep, half-naked omega came stumbling up behind him, rubbing their eyes, asking what was going on, “You need to leave,” he finally spoke, his eyes never leaving Luka’s except to look down at the bundle in his arms that caused him to feel things that he wasn’t able to process just yet. The omega behind him placed a hand on his back and looked over at Luke unimpressed, “You heard him-” they smirked, “-run along, do you even know what time it i-” they started to taunt. “I wasn’t speaking to him,” Mikey clarified, turning to look at the other, his aura somehow having doubled in size, now emitting a pure sense of danger to the omega beside him. “Grab your shit and get out,” he all but barked and the omega stumbled back in pure shock. Naturally they could smell and sense that it was no longer safe for them so they quickly made way to grab their things, hurriedly pulling on clothes and seeming to start quietly sobbing, cursing the alpha under their breath, “Fine, you know what - I don’t even care - you and your little whore there can just -” and within seconds, before either of the omegas around him could see it coming, Mikey had his hand around the other’s throat, lifting them clear off the ground. The tension in the air thickened as the silent night air was only filled with the sounds of the omega struggling and choking. “If you ever speak about the bearer of my pups like that around me again, know that you will find yourself in a hospital bed,” he brought the omega up to his face, his eyes piercing theirs, “Understood?” the omega whimpered, tears of pure fear and somewhat anger streaming down their face as they tried to nod and let out an exasperated, “Yes,” he loosened his grip and the omega crumbled to the floor in a heap of coughs, catching their breath before grabbing their bag and hurrying out the door past Luka, still sobbing into the night.  “You must be cold,” Mikey murmured, his voice deep and even, as though nothing had happened moments before, and he began padding back towards the door, “Come inside,” he said, ushering them in and closing the door behind Luka. “He looks ... healthy,” he said quietly, looking down at the babe in Luka’s arms over his shoulder. He said it in a tone that anybody listening, including his previous omega, would think sounded blank but both he and Luka knew that hidden in those words was a world of emotion. “When was the last time you ate?” he asked, taking Luka gently by the chin and looking at him, brushing some of his hair out of his face, “Come,” he said, gently leading the way to the kitchen with his hand on the other’s back.

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Sydney smiled as Shaun opened the door. She had come to the frat to meet up with Jeremy, but seeing the other was a pleasant surprise. Especially since he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Gripping the strap of her bag tighter, she smiled. “Yogurt sounds good.” She stepped forward and caught the spoon as he went for a second scoop, taking it into her mouth. She pulled off of the spoon and looked up at the other with a grin. “That’s fine. I can wait until later… Maybe you can keep me company?” She ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back and grinning brightly at the other. “I mean if you don’t mind… I’d hate to waste your time.”

Shaun smiled, gently leading the spoon to her mouth and slowly dragging it back. For some reason, the sight of the other’s mouth doing that made him feel a little tingly. “It’d be my pleasure,” he said, ushering Sydney in before kicking the door closed behind them. “I was just working out in my room - that’s why I’m kinda sweaty, sorry,” he chuckled over at the shorter girl, “You’re Jeremy’s girl, right?” he asked as they walked to one of the main common rooms that was completely deserted like the rest of the first floor, “Lucky guy,” he murmured, taking a seat on one of the couches, looking Sydney up and down, “Now you gotta help me out here a lil’ bit,” he chuckled, patting the spot beside him, “Because, usually when I’m alone with a beautiful girl like you, keeping her company, there’s pretty much one thing I know how to do to,” he joked, teasing the other.

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Mary watched as the students filed out of her classroom. She noticed someone hanging behind and looked up. “Oh… Hello Shaun.” She stood up and smiled. She had been letting the student fuck her for a few weeks now. She couldn’t resist the other. He was sexy and had a big cock. What more could a woman want? She stood up and walked to the door, locking it. “I’m glad you stayed behind. I wanted to talk about your paper.” She smiled and walked over to the student, her arms wrapped around the other’s neck. “I was thinking about instead of grading your papers I could give you an oral exam.” She smirked, winking at the other.

“You always say that, but we never do,” Shaun pointed out dumbly, dropping his bag beside the teacher’s desk before she came up to him, then letting his large arms hold her waist, “You know I can’t talk in front of- oh oral as in ...” he realized and snorted, “I get it now,” he grinned, “Well, I’m sure you’ll find my work to be quite a ... mouthful,” he teased in return, leaning in to kiss her slowly as he moved one hand up to feel up her chest, gently but firmly squeezing at each of her breasts. “I couldn’t stop staring at your tits all class,” he moaned as they continued to kiss hotly he undid the top buttons of her blouse, almost ripping it open to get to what he wanted. “Thinking about how good they feel and taste ...” he unclasped her bra from the front and this time let both hands take each of her breasts and feel them up, even tweaking her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, “I wanna see how good they look with my fat cock between them.”

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the red head noticed what gareth was wearing - nothing but a pair of running shorts and sneakers. was he about to go on a run or something? that wouldn’t be surprising considering how much of a meathead nate was and all his friends had been jocks as well. “”oh man, that really blows. i’m sorry about that” she said, nate had been working at the restaurant a lot lately and putting in a lot of extra hours to hopefully save up for them to move. “me? a runner? i mean, i do a lot of cardio at the gym but i’m not exactly equipped for it” she said with a soft chuckle at the comment about her chest, sure he was just playing around though she noticed a few glimpses in her direction. “oh, nothing. i just took a shower and figured nate would be here” she shrugged as she sat back and looked him over once more. “guess it’s just the two of us. you want me to make you something, gare?”

“With an ass like yours, you’re definitely doing a whole lot more than just cardio at gym,” Gareth complimented in his own roundabout way. “You and me both, sister,” he rolled his eyes, chuckling, “Yeah, that’d be cool, thanks,” he nodded, sliding around until his feet were now planted on the ground, his legs spread wide open, the material of his running shorts tensing tightly around his thick thighs and wrapping tightly around his massive bulge as well. His eyes raked over Chasity’s toned body across from him and he couldn’t help but lick his lips, swallowing a little as he thought a few thoughts that Nate would certainly have a problem with, “So, what’s on the menu?” he asked slowly, looking up at the other with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “I’m so starved, I’ll eat ... anything,” he shrugged, “Maybe even something that Nate probably hasn’t eaten out in a while,” he arched a brow, his words dripping with suggestion as well as the naughty look on his smirky face and lit-up eyes.

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he couldn’t deny how nervous he was, but how was he supposed to say no to this? he was being groped by one of the hottest guys he had ever seen, despite the fact that he was supposed to be celebrating his father, and he wanted nothing more than to impress him. a small, desperate whimper tore from his lips as he felt the large fingers glide along his hole, arching back against it and feeling his thick cheeks bounce from the movement. “not just a dirty slut, i’m your dirty slut.” he was shocked at himself, having never been the type to even swear - yet here he was, talking dirty to a stranger in the middle of a party. he sucked his fingers down to the last knuckle, gagging lightly on the fingers that were pressed down his throat and attracting the attention of some of the people around them. that was why he was grateful that he was being torn towards his dad’s office, the same room he had sat in and admired so many times before. he let out a moan that could be heard past the door as he felt himself forced against the door, both hands gripping at tommy’s strong biceps as he returned the kiss. “please, daddy, i want you to make me worship your body and throw me down and use me however you want to. i’m nothing but a whore for your you to dump load after load into.” to further that point, he unbuttoned his slacks and shoved them down around his ankles to show off what he had underneath them - a white silk thong, pressed perfectly between his cheeks to showcase them to him.

It was almost too good to be true how the other had played right into his hand- literally, considering he had two fingers now dripping with the other’s slick. He would lose his job for sure - that was a guaranteed at this point considering how many people had seen the last few moments of their display - but he didn’t care, as he kissed Jaxon and listened to the other moaning so dirtily against his lips, he knew it was completely worth it. “I’m gonna fill you to the brim with my seed, baby,” he promised the other, already rock hard beneath his designer slacks. He pulled off his blazer, tie and shirt as the other worked at his belt and pants - by the time he’d exposed his own incredible torso he was greeted by a sight so glorious, he felt almost like a little kid on Christmas morning, “You really are just a dirty slut for Daddy, aren’t you?” he whistled lowly, spinning the other by his hips he pinned him up against the door so he could take a long look at his incredible ass in that underwear, growling softly, “I’m gonna own this ass tonight,” he grinned, bringing down a hand and sharply spanking it, watching with delight as it jiggled beneath his touch, “You want Daddy’s hot cock in your tight cunt, baby?” he asked, stepping forward and sliding his prominent erection between the globes of the other’s ass, rutting slowly into him by rolling his hips, “I’m going to fuck you across every inch of this office,” he whispered, leaning in, pressing his chest into the other’s back and his lips up to his ear, his other hand reaching around and palming Jaxon through his thong, “So no matter where your little father sits - he’ll be reminded that you found a real Daddy to take care of you,” he grinned, nipping the other’s earlobe, “You’re not his anymore, you’re mine,” he growled, spanking the other’s rear again before slipping his hand between his cheeks and pressing his wet digits against his tight hole and pressing them past the tight right of muscle as he kissed at the other’s neck.

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Shaun stomped down the stairs of the fraternity house, not because he was angry, but just because of his height and weight, he wasn’t able to exactly move around like a light feather. He cracked open the fridge and was about to stick his head in it to find something to eat when he heard the doorbell going. Grabbing a tub of yogurt and a spoon, he peaked out from the kitchen and noticed that he was the only one downstairs and figured he better be the one to answer the door, even though he was only wearing a pair of black Calvin Klein underwear trunks. He moved quickly to the door and opened it, “Oh! Hey, Sydney,” he greeted warmly when he recognized the beauty on the other side of the door, “C’mon in - I don’t think your boyfriend’s here though ...” he said, trying to think, “He might have practice or somethin’,” he shrugged, “Yogurt?” he offered, cracking open the tub finally and taking a big scoop on a spoon and taking it into his mouth.

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        If only he knew, then he would put up a struggle since he was getting fucked without reasoning. “It’s so big.” He muttered with a wince once that length began to really stretch him out in comparison to the father’s one. Little groans left his plump lips as Kyle managed to push every single inch inside of him. He learned not to complain about it and take it like a champ, as big or fat as the cock was. “Yes sir, take me.” He encouraged, pushing himself back on Kyle and turning his head just a little. He bit down on his lip at the sight as he was penetrated balls deep. His own body began to rock a little on the bed once the male began to thrust into him. The hands gripping tightly on his hips kept him from losing his balance, retaining the position for him to be easily fucked.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Kyle moaned, running and hand down the other’s back as he kept pulsing his hips back and forth into the other’s heat, “But now it’s time to show you how a real man fucks,” he grinned, reaching forwards he took grasp of the other by his hair and forced his face into the mattress as he doubled the speed and power of his thrusts, fucking into him mercilessly enough to make the entire bed quake beneath them, grunting hotly as he took the other like a common slut. He continued to fuck Luka like that for a while until he finally let go and took his own shit by the hem and pulled it up over his head, tossing it aside and revealing his broad chest and chiseled abs, all covered in a fine layer of sweat. “C’mon-” he growled, pulling his cock out he flipped Luka onto his back, “I want you to watch me destroy your slutty little hole,” he grinned, licking his lips as he forced himself back, balls deep inside of the other, taking one leg and wrapping it around him while he let the other rest on his shoulder and he began pounding into the other powerfully, “You like that, princess?”

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“i’m…excuse me?” dominic couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “you’re ruining my entire mood and life over one night with you.” the senior complained. a frown creased his brow and he made a face as fingers stroked through his red locks. “you’d seriously set a picture like that on your phone? everyone could see it.” how could people be so confident to do something like that? dom himself was a little prudish and couldn’t ever imagine doing something like that. “i’m so lucky.” dominic responded sarcastically, unable to resist the urge to roll his eyes. his mouth went dry as the others strong hands felt him up once more. rolling the flesh around in his hands and feeling his ass up even more. “you know how to fuck someone. big deal, dude. but what you did was just wrong. do you take pictures of everyone you sleep with without there consent?” he questioned, brows arching some. at the command dominic found himself a little hesitant. say that he was his? like a piece of property? that was…kinda hot too he couldn’t deny it. “i’m yours.” came his short response just to make him happy. 

Kyle was quickly learning to simply switch off when the other took on a particular ‘whining’ tone of voice and dialing back in only when the other said something of actual interest or benefit to him. “Of course I would,” he shrugged, “If someone offered me ten bucks to do it, I’d even make it my facebook picture,” he joked, sticking his tongue out at the other, clearly getting all kinds of kicks out of pushing his buttons. “Damn right you are, beautiful,” Kyle nodded, slipping one hand down the back of the other’s pants as he pretended the other hadn’t said it in such a sarcastic tone, “Oh, I know a couple more things than that,” Kyle hummed, “You just have to wait and see,” he grinned before shrugging again with total nonchalance, “Only of the hot ones, yeah,” he answered as though it were nothing, “Lucky for me, this time I got to use it for more than just my spank bank,” he said, his hand now slipping between the two glorious globes of Dominic’s ass and starting to tease at his hole brazenly. He let out a delicious hum when he heard Dominic say he was his - making his whole body flush with heat and making his ego double in size. “Now, tell me who this ass belongs to,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, his breath cascading across Dominic’s lips as he spoke.