#but he cannot wiggle out of Omega being protective of him

[eriexplosion]

One of the things that got mentioned about Omega that I want them to Explore More in season three is that she's technically the overprotective big sister of the batch... because the rest of the batch has taken a pretty firm Big Brothers/Dads/Mentors role in her life. But Crosshair has not had that opportunity. Let Omega treat him like a baby brother that she MUST protect while he makes a >:L face at her.

[introloves]

jax....i would like to discuss alpha!meian claiming omega!reader when she comes around the other msby alphas like i cannot get it off my brain!! i just think he would mark you in the most possessive ways GDOHEHEKS

alpha! meian + a.b.o dynamics + possessiveness + jealousy + marking + scenting +clothing ripping + public sex (locker room) + sweaty sex + knotting + creampie + accidental exhibitionism + f! reader

— word count; approx 1.4k

the routine after a heavy game like this is usually detonated by heavy glances from meian. you’re signaled to stick close right after games- he knows the thick heat of mostly alphas hangs heavy in the air, knows that even though you belong with him, to him, the heavy pang of jealousy is still there.

there’s games where it's easier, where the scores aren’t as tied as they are now, days where him and his team win and it's no time at all before he takes you home, sweat lined face pressing against your neck while his massive form curls down onto you.

he says it's easier for his scent to stick right after a game, maybe it's the endorphins and pheromones pumping through his body, consciously streaming out heavy and warning notes of his smell, an intimidation tactic that he usually wins.

meian is just so… big and strong, he’s the poster child of what an alpha should be, of what a fertile, loving, caring, protective alpha is.

all those characteristics melt down into one capable man that has you to take care of now, he’s proud to have you and sometimes that translates into jealousy- like now.

he could have sworn you were right next to him, needing your body close to him after such an intense game.

it's pure luck for everyone else that he's so tall, not needing to barrel through bodies in order to find you. there’s that tight ball of anger forming when he sees the backs of bokuto and atsumu, hands outstretched to receive water bottles they probably asked for, but that’s not your job.

with three steps, he’s on them both, thick hand- red and heated from all the spike’s he's deflected clamping down around the napes of their necks- he can see and smell the way they bristle with the contact, ready to fight before his own scent lays heavy over them, settling back down into meek little pups, knowing to bow down to the older and stronger alpha.

“why are you askin’ her for water?” he questions lowly, eyes pinned on you- no anger there while he gazes down at you, just pure love and want. his voice is a deep rumble, however, clearly displeased.

“t-the trainers busy!” atsumu balks, and you look at him with wide eyes, usually it's best for them to stay quiet and let him run his course, but atsumu is still pumped up from the victory.

you look back up at meian and your own knees go weak with his lowly growl, watch as they try and get away, but the hands digging into their backs only further push them down- it’s an embarrassing act, everyone surrounding them intently reacting to an alpha that strong make a brazen act of dominance.

they both kneel easily, bowing their heads, only letting up when he walks to you- bending down and kissing your precious, now pouty mouth- cupping a heated face with his big, rough hands.

“time to go?” you question sweetly, enough so that he calms down- grinning deeply against your mouth before nodding, his cock already swelling with the promise behind your carefully covered intentions.

because as much as he needs to take claim, you're the one who always initiates it, batting lashes at him with every glance towards you in the stands, soft hands curling hard into his jersey when he runs to you and scoops you up- it's all there, the need for your big, strong man.

he decides that this time around he’s the one who simply cant wait, tugging your hands through the halls of the gym, careful to not hurt you- but walking with authority and his chest puffed out in pride.

there’s a soft look to his eyes while he sits down on the bench of the locker room, thick thighs splayed out beneath his silky looking black uniform- still gleaming with sweat.

the harsh glare from beaming lights just makes him look so good, it's easy to fit your body against his own, already throbbing with just feeling his half hard cock against you.

roaming hands find themselves splayed over your back in support and slowly inching up your neck to hold there, all the while nosing along the pulse point in your neck, tongue so thick and wet licking lines to the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

he relishes with every whine tumbling forth from your lips, whining already and wiggling so cutely- you smell good, changing into an overwhelming, mouthwatering scent that makes his mouth water and cock jump harshly.

“s-shugo, please!” you gasp, his teeth slowly grazing over your shoulder, making sure the side of his still sweaty face runs along the side he’d just licked at.

it’s his job to listen well to your pleads, quickly tugging his cock from his uniform, standing upright with how hard he is, swollen at the base with his thick knot, painting your tummy with precum that you whine should be inside you.

he chuckles with how greedy his precious girl is, nodding in agreement, watching your eyes widen when his hands reach down to your ass, blunt nails digging into the roundness of it- all before catching the material and tearing you free for him.

your mind all but blanks with the display of impatience, barely able to register the way he picks you up off his thighs and onto his cock, pulling you down so good the swell of his knot lays tight against your throbbing cunt.

there’s no build up, not when his mind is this overrun with the dizzying, wet heat of your cunt, barely letting him breathe.

hands eagerly gripping your side to pick you up, settling just the swollen tip of his red cock inside, watching with lidded and a predatory gaze pinned to you, watching and hearing you hiccup as he impales you down on his cock over and over.

the pleasure of him using you like this so very apparent to your already teary eyes, unfocused, wandering to his eyes and down to his lips over and over.

it doesn't take long at all for you to cum, legs pinching, squeezing around his hips in order to have him relent just a little while you cum all over him, heated gushing cum of yours painting the swollen base of his cock so well- running down to messily cover the wiry hair there as well.

this is when you look sweetest, head tipped back, swollen, battered walls nearly squeezing his still throbbing cock into you.

it's also when he thinks it's easier to pull you down, shoving the tight swollen knot into the still pulsing into your cunt, hand coming up to pull your spasming body down, wanting to feel your stretched, soaked, puffy lips against his balls.

leaning to seal a messy, and clumsy kiss to your panting mouth, wanting to swallow down any and all whines, small screams finally tumbling forth when you feel the stretch of him.

watery eyes just pinched tight, feeling the grumble of a lowly howl when his cock swells- spilling cum up your battered walls, his knot securely sealing any of it inside.

the locker room sways when your eyes finally open, eyes wide while he stretches you with his cum.

it feels so thick- his knot, thick cum, hand still pulling you nice and tight to him you can barely breathe.

there’s nothing said, he knows you take him well- you’re made for his cock, made to satiate the burning need swirling deep in his stomach. leaning down to plant his forehead onto your own, he coos at your still dumbed out expression.

“my good girl, sweet baby.” meian pants, fingers securely digging into your side- tongue reaching out to lick at your feverish skin, catching your cheek- corner of your mouth in a soothing motion.

there's nothing else you can focus on when you're like this, shaking while the throbbing knot settled deep inside you, the one he’s shoved in keeps you nice and still.

he keeps you like this, minutes ticking by before it finally deflates, licks increasing in frustration, when his hot cum leaks down onto him.

your own body weak to his movements, letting him care for you like he knows.

there’s the presence of his team standing outside the room, he knows this- can smell it, but they'll just have to wait until he cleans you up to change. sharp ears picking up the sound of increased panting.

him being balls deep inside you- there’s no jealousy this time, only an unbridled pride when he realizes they all heard how well an alpha fucks his baby.

[arcade-writing]

How about trans Jayce with Viktor and the reader as mermen, and they spitroast Jayce and fill him up with eggs until his belly is huge and round. Ooh and merpeople being bigger than humans so there's size difference (ie huge dicks)

I will admit - I tend to avoid the Ovi kink. I've seen art but never fanfics and I don't know why but as soon as I got this ask I was like "could I actually write this?"

Because I'm very much lacking in knowledge of its content and what people like about it but I've tried my best and I can only hope it was good!

I genuinely had so much fun writing this. It was so different yet familiar! It was cool to get an ask like this

Deep blue sea

🍋 NSFW

Pairing: trans!Jayce X mermen!Viktor & reader

Warning: oviposition, Spit roasting, stomach bulge, tentacles, monster fucking, size kink, AFAB body for jayce, threesome, nipple play, breeding kink

For context this kinda like omegaverse in a way. You're an alpha and Viktors an omega. That kind of dynamic but Viktors infertile so he cannot take your eggs and start a family but you'd still hit that regardless because it's Viktor

You both like jayce and due to jayce being human he has no way to fertilize the eggs either so there's no like Mpreg in this. And again neither of you care if he can make a family - y'all just wanna fuck jayce. It's just - eggs and fucking

I don't know! I've never written something like this before! Do you need this context? No but I wanted to share it anyway!

It was mating season. Anyone knew not to stray too far from Zaun's docks. Mercreatures of big and small lurked within those waters. You were damning yourself if you tried. Either you'd get feasted upon to feed their young or attacked as they tried to prove their strength.

Afterall humans were one of the mercreatures greatest enemies. To beat one is a great display of strength. Perfect to impress a new possible mate.

But jayce was a curious mind. Having contact with two a few months ago. They strayed too far from Zaun and ended up in Piltovers water. He, at first, was fascinated. Trying to study but then as your time together grew more and more. Your relationship shifted. Feelings stirring and longing touches began.

But yet he was still surprised when you both requested him to meet at your usual hang out. He understood the dangers but he cares about the both of you. If you needed him during this time for any reason. He was going to make sure he was there. Even if it meant it was protecting you from aggressive merfolk.

He almost slipped as he trudged through the rocks. Water slapping on them as the water levels rose. He kept a steady footing as he ventured down to the cave near by. Peering inside to find you and Viktor among a nest.

Viktor was laying down. Still whilst you hovered over him. Your head snapping towards the entrance of the cave, flashing your fangs believing he was an intruder.

Once you realized it was your friend you quickly sat up. The water blanketing both of your tails. Jayce waved awkwardly as he entered. He's never been this close to your kind during this time. What you'll do was unpredictable. But he trusted you. He trusted Viktor.

"Is Viktor okay?"

At the sound of his name his eyes fluttered open. His cheeks were as red as he squirmed. His sleek maroon tentacles wiggling against each other. As if trying to find something. You made a clicking noise as you nuzzled up against your friend.

"Hes in heat." You purred. Caressing Viktors webbed hand.

"oh- oh, right." He slowly knelt down. Wanting to be more at level with you two.

Jayce was a big man. But merfolk were feared for a reason. They were huge. Even the smallest breeds were bigger than him. Legend had it that were ones as big as mountains. Those who could cover yards of sea bed as they roamed.

He never really felt intimidated until now. Knowing you were both large creatures that could easily rip him apart. Yet apart of him; it grew excited. Knowing either of you could easily over power him.

You grabbed jayces jaw. Making him look at you.

"We wanted you here for a reason."

The smaller man let out a noise of surprise. Tentacles twisting around him as Viktor used that to prop himself up. A dazed look in his eye as he leaned against him. Both of you were nuzzling into his neck. Hands trailing down his chest and back.

"You can say no, but both of us wanted you to be our mate."

You both Stilled. Viktor loosened his grasp on his body. Jayce knew he could easily walk out but he didn't. He wanted to do this. He wanted to be with you two through this.

"I'll be it-!"

You grinned. Fins stretching out with an excited flutter. Viktor peppered his cheek with kisses as he let out a low hum.

"You didn't even 'tink about it, are you that excited?"

"Maybe I've thought about this before." Jayce sheepishly admitted.

You tilted him towards you. Moving behind him. Whilst Viktor stayed Infront. Your hands roaming over his side's meanwhile Viktor popped open his shirt. Barely undoing any buttons before it was ripped off him. His tanned cheeks were now red as his pants were stripped from him. His shoes were already long gone on his journey here.

Your fingers curled against his sex. Gathering his wetness as you chirped in approval. Viktor made quick work getting jayce in position. Putting him on his hands and knees. Sitting up almost as if he was a dog but still sticking out his ass. It was abit awkward but he could manage.

All he could focus on was the cold tentacles wrapping around his limbs. Keeping him in place as they sucked on his skin. Leaving circular marks with a wet pop. He shivered as you kept stroking him.

"You're going to be our perfect mate." You purred.

Pressing two large fingers against his hole. Jayce let out a shaky breath as he tried to relax. It was a tight fit, you were slow in your actions. Not trying to force further in. Only easing him in as you slowly as you could.

Viktor was helping him relax. Two suctions on his sensitive nipples made his back arched. The sensation was new. Strange. But wasn't uninvited. One tentacle slivering up his thigh, feeling the slimy end against his clit. He gasped as a suction replaced the end. Sucking his clit whilst you stretched him open.

"So excited, do you want to be bred, Pretty boy?" Viktor teased.

Jayce nodded. His tongue Rolling out as his eyes crossed. Grinding against the both of you as he felt himself clench.

"use your words." You spoke up. Your fingers moving faster as you added a third.

"Yes- breed me- please."

The suction on his clit became more passionate. Overwhelming his every sense as he began to see stars. His climax storming towards the edge as his stomach twisted. Moaning out as he grabbed onto your wrist. Using it to ground himself as his other hand was on the floor.

"You're going to look so pretty filled with my eggs, baby boy, is that what you want? To take my eggs?"

Jayce was far too blissed out to care. Nor did he mind. Never did he think he'd react this way but he was. Whining and clenching around your fingers. Chanting out whimpers of pleas and 'yes'.

"Don't look so envious, V, there's still time to stuff you too."

Viktor looked bashful as he smirked. Glowing with a sense of pride as he leaned down. Melding his lips with jayce, muffling his moans as he used his free hand to rub his slit. The head of his cock peeking out as he groaned.

You almost doubled over as you felt jayce cum on your fingers. He immediately whined when you took them out. Using your slicked up hand to rub your growing length as one long tentacle wrapped around your shaft. Sucking at the head whilst you pumped.

"Ah- Viktor- good boy."

Your cock began to swell as you felt an egg slid up with each pump. Viktor moved his tentacle, using it wrap around jayces thigh. Spreading his leg more as you inserted yourself inside.

Jayce jumped at the massive size prodding against his hole. Just processing the other cock smacking against his cheek. Viktor leaned back as he guides jayces head, gripping his hair as he thrusted his slivering cock inside his mouth.

Everytime he bopped his head he was thrusted forward as your hips met his. He gagged around Viktors cock. Grinding against yours as he moved your hips in sync with your deep thrusts.

Jayce moaned as he felt something pump into him. One by one more eggs filled his cunt as you fucked into him. His tongue swirling around Viktors cock as he eagerly sucked.

He could feel his stomach bulge as he was completely stuffed. Viktor whined as he rutted against his face. Watching you pound into jayces hole with a feral expression. Eyes blown out as you bared your teeth. You had one thing on your mind. One desire. One goal.

You were a spectacle. It was enough to push Viktor to the edge.

Viktor hunched as he let out a high pitched moan. Cumming deep into jayces throat as he clutched the man's hair. Jayce greedily swallowed as he felt it rush down his throat.

It wasn't long until you were finally releasing your load deep inside jayce. Slumping against him. By now the water was up to jayces chest. He laid on the rocky floor as Viktor nuzzled up against him. You rubbed his round stomach as you admired your work.

Jayce just laid there. His hole fluttering as he clenched around air. So full yet so empty. Panting as you pet his hair. He held you both close as he felt his lower half twitch. A pain scorching through his pelvis.

"What-"

"Sssh, Jayce, it's okay - they're gonna come out, it's okay."

"isn't that-"

"It's fine, just relax." You cooed. your voice soft and gentle as you scratched his scalp.

Viktor rubbed his thigh as he kissed his neck . Whispering words of praise as the eggs began to slip out. They weren't that big but there was so many.

You both soothed and encouraged him as he finally emptied out. Your cum leaking out and washed up by the ocean. The cold water felt nice against his scorching skin. His body limp in your arms.

"Can we go again?"

[tth-pdf]

Burning for love; JJK [03]

Contents: Smut, little bit of dirty talk, supernatural themes, romance, fluff, unedited.

Pairing: Werewolf!alpha!jungkook x omega!reader

Summary: A handsome man is hunting you in the dreams world, making every day more difficult to repress the need to come find him in the middle of the night to submit yourself to his every wish.

Requests: ON

A/N: Hello angels, sorry for the LONG wait, was so busy with school and depressing myself, but here it is, I tried to do my best and please also remember that English is not my first language be kind (😩), sorry for any grammar mistake, enjoy it and take care besties! 💖

Jungkook was insatiable, he just couldn’t seem to get enough of you, he has already fuck you senseless on the kitchen counter, the sofa, the living room floor, the restroom sink, simply everywhere, but he seem to want more and more and more, he wanted so much that you could hardly believe it.

Right now you were waking up, feeling incredibly good, feeling like everything was fine, but those emotions were gone as soon as common sense started to come back to you. Yesterday, Jungkook’s hands everywhere, that incredible first orgasm, but the one who made it happen… His scent, his bright eyes, strong arms making you feel like you can do it all, but above all the interest he had in you, what makes you feel on cloud nine it’s the way he seemed to be mesmerized by your expressions and sounds, knowing right where to touch without a doubt. Almost every space in your skin was painted by the ferocity with which he seems to love you, that marks on your skin being the carnal representation of your wonderful night but insecurities started to rise right at this moment, your mother will be mad, she will yell at you that in the pack were more suitable omegas for alpha Jungkook, the nasty glances and the possibility that some of the females in the pack may try to take what is yours, damn, the mere thought of it makes your eyes turn bright red provoked by the sudden rage coursing through your body. Immediately sensing the unpleasant feelings in you Jungkook comes out of the bathroom, wet hair and drops of water running down his body, making your mouth water, so just like magic your body and inner wolf instruct you to crawl to the end of the bed and touch him, to offer yourself to him, second thoughts completely forgotten by now so you follow your instincts and touch and admire from his hard abdomen to caressing his broad shoulders and just show him that look in your eyes, the one he knows like the back of his hand consequence of all the hours spent admiring and getting to know your body.

“Little girl woke up hungry?”

A hand of his goes to your waist and the other caress your cheek and just like fire can light up the darkest place your senses explode inside of you and once again everything feels a hundred times more, all the textures around you, you can hear the sounds of children and women playing in the distance, even the steps of the smallest animal but his deep chuckle brings you to him again and you feel like melting. Even kneeling at the edge of the bed he is much taller than you, (like a shelter for the most difficult moments in life), warm and golden skin beneath your fingertips and the delicious beating of his heart calming all your nerves and insecurities.

You look right back at him with the same intensity, different shades of golden dancing in your eyes while his are different shades of deep purple, the connection between both of you more palpable than never, trying not to break the eye contact you turn your face to his nearest scent gland, which means is his wrist, basking yourself in his delicious aroma.

“I see what you are at puppy, but I’m afraid that I can only deal with you once before I leave”

His last words hit you hard making you feel like drowning and desperate from one moment to another.

“Are you leaving?, I thought that this days… Were for us”

He can see your teary eyes making him wish he had never said that, breaking his heart a little.

“Don’t be like that baby, I will make sure to end that meeting as soon as I can to come back to your arms but you will have to be a good girl and wait here”

You know he is in a hurry but you can not help but want submit to his wonderful hands and simply seduce him to have him eating out of the palm of your hand, have him only for yourself and memorize all his features.

“You promised it, you said you were going to make me a priority always, you lied to me”

You weren’t usually like this, but when he is around your common sense flies out of the window, so while you're throwing a tantrum and moving uncontrollably under his body he grows impatient and his alpha instincts kick in, putting with undeniably force both your wrists above your head and growls, the signal he’s giving you to submit, the air in the bedroom changing its way.

“Pretty girls know how to wait and to obey their alphas, I already told you I was sorry puppy and remember that I don’t fucking owe apologies to anyone, if I knew this wasn’t important I would have told them to fuck up, you should know your place baby, but good news for you, I’m feeling like even though you have been a little bit of a bad girl you deserve to remember me all over this pretty skin while I’m gone, isn’t that what my puppy wanted, huh?”

He manhandles you until you’re comfortably seated en his strong tights, holding his gaze you can see all the things he wants you to know, all that shit that cannot be said, all the things that are not expressed in a good way by putting them into words, so instead you will use your bond and body.

“Sit on my dick slow baby, make it hurt so you have something to remember, get yourself full of my pups”

And you do as you are told, you slip right where you belong to, starting to bounce yourself slow and hard but even though it feels like heaven you feel like you’re going to die because he doesn’t touch you, he is just watching.

“Touch me please or I’m going to hit you hard”

He laughs but you know he's holding back the urge to order you around.

“I love when my little girl turns all bossy”

You wiggle your hips not exactly knowing where to look but what makes you let out a loud moan of his name is the way he thrusts his incredible hips harder than you had planned, tip of his touching the spongy spot that makes you meet god in person.

“If I’m not gonna have you for a while at least show me that fierce side of you one more time baby, gods above, look at you, bouncing tits and pretty face with an even prettier voice filling my ears of pretty sounds, fuck puppy, turn around and see yourself on the mirror”

You tell him to wait a second because you want to remember him like this, beneath your body and that playful smirk but when you do turn a little your face to see the image that bites back at you is incredible, you even smile don’t exactly recognizing you but looking damn hot on top of your man. You can’t with the feelings so the first thing that comes to your mind is to grab a hold of some of his beautiful locks of hair and tug hard, enough for him to gain some more lustful rage and suddenly slam you in the mirror that both of you were looking a moment ago with such excitement, what brings you back to reality of the pleasure that does nothing but increase is the manly hand grabbing at your jaw, making it open slightly, enough for him to spit on it. And you fucking love it.

“That’s a good mate baby, swallow it all and show me”

All this time he hasn’t stopped that sinful hips of his so at this time it’s starting to hurt and you begin to loose all your grips but you now that he will catch you anyways.

All you are feeling is incredible, you fell full, satisfied. Your throat feels hoarse but it doesn’t matter as you held gazes once again, but it’s the whole moment, your own bubble. Watching his pretty eyes you realize that you have won in live, entirely.

“You don’t have a fucking idea of how bad I want to mount you everywhere until I know you are really pregnant, hell baby I love you so fucking much”

He is right in front of your face, both of your moths open but your not kissing, now he’s the one grabbing your hair into a fist but he can do whatever he wants with you right now and all you will say is thank you.

You’re both touching the finish lines and it’s then that you wonder if this is how it will always be, hot, sweaty and just incredible.

He kiss you right at the final, where both of you have reached the peak, smiling at each other like fools but entirely living the dream.

[...]

You know that Jungkook told you to not leave the room until he was back but you were really hungry and needing some fresh air, so knowing that maybe everyone was serving him in that meeting you dared to head for the nearest kitchen to just grab something and come back. You are happy when no one approach you on the way, focusing on the task to make you a quick drink and cut up some fruit.

You feel happy and complete, at ease with the environment despite missing your alpha a bit, but your clothes and body still smell like him so that’s something for now. That’s the same reason why you don’t hear the pretty and stealthy she-wolf approaching the kitchen, watching you closely.

“It stinks in here, you must have had a very good night young lady”

You jump a little because you are not supposed to see anybody in the sensitive state in which you now find yourself.

“Sorry, I wasn’t supposed to be here”

You murmured your words shyly so low that if it were not for the incredible senses of the lycanthrope body, the girl would have miss it.

She chuckles lightly and by her smell you know that she is a rare breed of a female alpha, but right now every smell its simply too much, almost unpleasant.

“No worries baby, no one else is here but me”

She is a little intimidating to be honest and It’s evident that she knows clearly what to do to get what she wants.

“I should… Probably go”

You try to rush towards the exit in order to feel protected inside the four walls where everything smells like Jungkook but just as you are about to walk through the door the pretty girl grabs you a little hard enough to make you let out a whimper. And it’s that exact moment that lets you know that something is awfully wrong, that you should have never left the room.

“Where are you going?, let me talk to you for a moment, I never had the pleasure of knowing you formally”

You know that she can her your heart beating uncontrollably and smell the fear mixed with nerves.

“Don’t be scared pretty thing just wanted to chat with you”

There’s something strange in her, something that you can’t quite put your finger on.

“This shouldn’t be happening, I’m sorry but I really should get back to-”

While interrupting you she is also forcing you to sit on the small benches that are situated in the kitchen only to bring you to a full state of discomfort and nervousness.

“Is Jungkook really into you honey?”

The sudden questions makes you blink twice and hold a breath, this seems like a pointless conversation, she didn’t even try to do some more small talk .

“Pardon…?”

“Oh my, was I too direct?”

You still don’t see the clarity of the conversation because to your eyes she looks like a lunatic, asking questions about of nowhere.

“Honey, it’s just… Have you never heard what is whispered around the pack, about him and the pretty girl of the Kim pack or even worse… The boy with the deadly beauty from the Park family”

You do have heard the rumors, they were too strong when you were younger and more naive.

“I’m afraid that… I can’t help you with anything, I should really go…”

She puts his body in front of yours so that both of her arms are locked on the wall behind you, blocking any way out.

“Damn, just listen to me for a fucking second, I thought that you knew what was best for you”

You sit still because her harsh words came out more like an alpha command and you just couldn’t fight your true nature.

“Good girl”

You would never imagined that such a mundane phrase would disgust you so much.

“I know you don’t like me wolfie but I have been very well aware of the second thoughts that run at full speed in your little head about the bond that you share with that man”

if you had one wish, you would ask to disappear from this awful situation, if only you had listened to your alpha…

“I don’t understand what you want from me, please just let me go, I’m not going to tell Jungkook”

The female alpha just laughs a little, like you have said to her the funniest thing ever.

“He and I are at the same rank honey and of course you will not tell him anything, I have something that might interest you.”

Your posture is defensive but when she says that she backs a little and you take the opportunity to relax only little bit, a new look of curiosity in your angelic and innocent features.

“I don’t want to upset you honey but look at yourself for a second and tell me if you see yourself as the perfect representation of a good mate for someone like him”

She can easily see the insecurity cross your features because if anything has been bothering you since you found out about the bond it is that.

“I have the perfect solution to all of your concerns baby, there’s someone far more suited to take your place. Look at your neck, he hasn’t even marked you, but really, don’t worry and don’t overthink it, he will be in good hands. I know someone who can make the arrangements, all safe and of course you will be having a far more suited alpha”

It’s really stupid, but you actually think about it, as if all the previous moments with him didn't matter. At the end of the day all you're looking for is his well-being and happiness, isn't it?

People are going to talk, that's for sure, but you could assure him better commentaries and a better future, even if it's not by your side, but what will happen with the few moments that both of you have shared?

“In case you were wondering… No, you will not remember, everything will be gone as soon as the bond is broken. Just think about it for a second, remember all your insecurities and the bad feelings while being his mate, that must be annoying, let yourself be happy, both of you”

You are deep in your thoughts so you miss the way her canines grow in size and that dangerous gleam in her eyes.

“I… I’ll do it”

Call yourself a fool, but that tempting offer was enough for you to maybe, just maybe get yourself a better life, but above all a better life and opportunities for him… Or at least that was what your insecure brain thought.

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[butiaintgonnaloveem]

Try to Understand (pt. 3)

Characters: Alpha!Dean Smith, Omega!Reader, Omega!Charlie, Beta!Benny

Word Count: 4575 (Not gonna bother apologizing, I like to use words)

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, mentions of sexual situations

A/N: Hi friends. So, yeah, this took me a while to get back to, but here’s the third part of my AU Alpha!Dean Smith A/B/O based on the song “Magic Man” by Heart. Once again, thanks to @dr-dean for hosting the initial challenge that started this whole story. So much gratitude to @roxy-davenport for being an awesome beta and helping me get this chapter where I wanted it!! As always, feedback and constructive criticism are welcome and appreciated! XOXO

Catch up here Part 1    Part 2    Part 4  *Reader’s thoughts are in italics.

From Part 2:

“You want me?” he asks again, his fingers dancing on your skin, eyes dark and focused, lips parted as he breathes heavily waiting for your answer.

You lick your dry lips, the word coming out hoarsely, but clear nonetheless.

“Yes.”

He hums, satisfied with your response. You watch Dean’s eyes as they follow his fingers along the collar of your shirt. You stretch your neck as he drifts his fingers over the skin there, just barely tickling you and igniting a rush that makes its way down your body in a shiver. Your eyes roll back in your skull, and your head follows the movement, stretching your neck as your head tilts to the side.

His hand moves lower, his palm just brushing over your breast, grazing at the stiff peak of your nipple, making you jerk your head down as you gasp. Your body had never felt this sensitive, so amped up. He watches you respond to him, his jaw set as he focuses on his touch, a controlled hunger in his eyes. Never had you been with a man who had looked at you that way, like he could eat you alive.

It all sends a fresh wave of nervousness through you. “Dean?” you whisper. His attention immediately returns to your face, watching your lip tremble as you ask, “It won’t - it won’t hurt, will it?”

He freezes, eyes wide and forehead creased, head shaking as he starts to mutter, “You’re not-”

“No, no,” you assure him, your cheeks and ears burning red, “But, just only with betas. Obviously.” Because alphas cannot be trusted to control themselves.

His shoulders drop back as he relaxes slightly. “Thank god. I mean...you know what I mean?”

You nod, trying to play it off before you shyly add, “And never with a stranger...like this.”

The admission catches in your throat as the words click. Dean is a stranger. A stranger and an alpha.

Silence settles over the room. His hand still rests on your ribs, hot through the fabric of your sheets and you’re fighting the urge to wiggle beneath him to make him brush against your breast again, despite the sudden flare of fear settling in your gut.

He clears his throat before speaking, his voice still gravelly despite the gesture. “I’m sorry -”

His words are cut short by the cellphone buzzing and ringing on your bedside table. Your muscles tense as you listen to the ringtone assigned to your mother play out. Your eyes watch the phone shaking across the wood, muscles rigid with alarm until it finally stops. You wait, wondering if she’ll call again, but the beep notifying you of a voicemail is the only noise it makes.

You recognize the sound of Dean talking, but don’t hear the words over the warring voices in your head. This isn’t what you do. You don’t meet Alphas in elevators and let them into your bed.  Not until he gives you a little shake with the hand on your torso do you look back to him.

“Hey, I said -”

But he’s cut off again by your phone, the ringtone letting you know it’s Benny this time. It takes a moment for your mind to catch up. Benny...Benny...future husband, Benny.

“Fuck,” you whisper, stretching to grab the phone and answer it, slightly breathless.”Hello?”

“She lives!” he says with a chuckle. “Chere, you got your momma in a state over here, you alright?”

You scrunch up your face into a pained expression, doing your best to swallow down the tears. You push yourself up to sit, turning away from Dean, feeling his hand slide away. Your voice comes out soft and shaky, “Hi Benny. I-I’m okay. I promise.”

His tone changes to match yours, “You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sure. Like I told my father, I just caught a bug or something.” You rush out the words, afraid to say anything more, to admit anything else. “Please, Benny, be a dear and get her to stop her worrying?”

“She ain’t gonna stop til she gets her girl home again, you know that,” he lets out an amused huff. “You shoulda heard her go on ‘bout Alphas takin’ advantage of Beta girls and how she shoulda sent me along.” He whistles, “She was on a roll with that one. Almost convinced me to hop on a plane right then and there.”

You smile wistfully at his admission. You knew he’d do it, too. Whether it was because he was protecting you as an asset or a friend, you weren’t sure, but you were glad to have him by your side a few times when you’d needed someone.

“I’m sure she did, what did she say to get you so worried?”

“Nothing that ain’t been said before, but then hearing you were so sick...I’d hate to think about you gettin’ in a situation.” You hear him breathe in, humming at a thought. “Maybe I oughta come out there, at least escort you around -”

“No! Benny don’t!” you shout before reeling yourself in. “I mean, really, I’ve been fine. I’ve met some very kind people. In fact, a very nice omega from my office helped me get home. But if you want to visit sometime soon, we can arrange something.” From behind you, you hear a hmmppff, while Benny lets out a little sigh over the phone. “Right now, though, I’m just tired, I should really get some rest.”

“Alright, I’ll let you go and tell your momma to call off the rescue mission. You take care, call me if you need anything.”

“I will. I promise.”

You hang up just in time for a fresh wave of nausea to wash over you. You drop the phone as your body begins to shake, palms sweating, hair going damp and stomach quivering on the verge of sickness.

“Ohmygod. Oh. My. God,” you whisper to yourself over and over as your mind races, replaying the conversation in your head. And Benny, you hadn’t even thought of him in all this, the guilt immediately settles like a boulder in your gut.

You hear Dean shift behind you, the bed sinking a bit as he moves closer. “Who’s Benny?”

His voice strains, tight with anger, although he obviously tried to make it sound innocent and light. Tears start to form at the corners of your eyes.

“He’s uhhm,” you pause, trying to find the best word, “I guess he’s my fiance.”

“Your what?” Dean’s voice goes flat. You can feel the tension, the anger rolling off of him behind you. You suddenly feel vulnerable sitting with your back facing him, so you turn slowly, eyes cast down watching your hands, the sheets, anything to avoid looking up into his eyes.

“Yeah, I mean, nothing’s been official yet, but he’s one of the most eligible beta males in our social circle, and so our families…” You glance up to see Dean staring at you, his face stunned like he’d been slapped. Nervously, you continue, “S-so our families planned this out for us.”

“And you think what we do is barbaric.”

Now it’s your turn to feel the verbal slap in the face. It pulls you back from that edge of desire immediately replacing it with irritation. “Not that it’s really any of your business anyway. You should go. This isn’t right.”

“I should what now?” You see him straighten up from the corner of your eye.

“Yeah. You should get out of here. I don’t need some-some alpha coming in here and taking advantage of me just because he’s horny or whatever this is.” Your volume rises as you get more and more worked up. “You need to go.” You start to push at him. “Go, Dean, please! Charlie! Charlie, come in here!”

You hear her footsteps in the hallway, the door flying open as she stares at you and Dean with wide eyes. “What is it? You okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m just - Dean should go. I’m not doing this,” you mutter, your hands covering your shameful expression.

She stares at Dean, obviously alarmed at the situation, her mouth struggling to form words, “Bu-I thought - you were -ah..”

“Charlie, please?!” you beg as you wrap your arms around yourself, huddling into the bed again as tears start to run down your cheeks. You close them and turn into the pillow, listening as she and Dean talk in whispers as she gets him out the door. After a few minutes everything goes quiet until you hear her gently call your name.

“He gone?” you ask into the bedding, not ready to look up.

She hums a yes as she closes the door. You listen as she pads her way over to the bed, her tiny body barely moving it as she sits down and starts to rub your shoulder soothingly.

“Charlie I can’t do this. My life, my plans, Benny and the wedding? I can’t give all that up. I don’t even know if this is real. What if you’re wrong, huh?” You lift your head to look at her, but she just shakes her head, helplessly.

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say. The signs are all there, though.” You drop your head down as exhaustion begins to settle in. Your breaths getting heavy, you’re nearly asleep when she speaks up again. “Soooo, Dean told me - I, umm, I had no idea you were engaged.”

“It’s an arranged marriage, really more of a business merger, but they hate when I call it that,” you mumble.

“But you’re...together,” Charlie says uncertainly.

“Yeah...I mean no, not really. Just by the title. We weren’t ever together-together. We’ve known each other for a few years now - courting if you want to be formal about it. He’s a good guy.. My mother assures me that it’s a good match and that I,” you take in a deep breath as you twist the sheets in your hands, “I guess it doesn’t really matter anymore, does it? If I’m not a beta, then I’m nothing to them.”

“Hey, hey. Okay,” she pulls the fabric from your hands, “It’ll all be alright.”

“No! No, it’s not. I’ll be nothing. I’ll just disappear and it’ll be like I never existed. I’ll have nothing. No one.” She tries to shush you as your voice rises with panic, anger unexpectedly making your face burn. “Charlie, you can’t be right. This doesn’t make any sense. God, I’m so stupid, I can’t believe I almost...Nope. You know? From what I can tell, they’ve been right. Alphas only think with their knots, taking advantage of any willing, warm body.”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down there. Okay? You don’t know Dean. I promise that whatever you’re thinking, you’re wrong. Now, I don’t know what Benny or whoever said to you, but just try to trust me a little, and maybe trust yourself. What does your gut say?”

You stubbornly close your eyes, “I’m tired.”

She waits for a few minutes and you consider talking more, but instead roll over and curl up into yourself, shivering and breathing deeply to handle the cramps stinging your gut. You feel yourself starting to doze off again, barely hearing her as she leaves the room as you listen to the little voice in your head crying out for an alpha.

You shoot up, drenched in sweat and panting, another terrifyingly vivid erotic dream having pushed you from sleep.You check your phone, finding that you’ve slept through most of the night, and that you’ve missed a few more check-ins from your family. You send out a few short replies, eyeing the dark hallway. You don’t want to wake Charlie if she’s still there, so you opt to get up and take care of things yourself, barely making it to the fridge on wobbly legs.

“You okay?” Dean’s deep, sleepy voice interrupts the silence, making you jump.

“Jesus...yeah.” You take a deep breath to calm yourself, going woozy with the heavily scented air as you let out a content sigh. You take a long blink as you savor the taste on your tongue, that same delicious flavor from earlier, and when you open your eyes, you seek him out. Dean’s leaning on the doorframe in the darkness, just slightly illuminated by the light from outside; looking unfairly good for the middle of the night. “I thought you left,” you continue when you find your words again, a slight hint of relief in your tone.

“Not until I know you’re okay.”

“Ah huh,” you reply skeptically, “Where’s Charlie?”

“She’s still here, she’s asleep on the sofa.” You lift your chin as you squint your eyes, showing him you’re not sure if you believe him. He gestures over his shoulder, “Go ahead, take a look.”

You take slow steps, watching him warily as you move forward to the doorway. He leans back to give you space, but you still find your arm brushing against his chest as you lean through, and fighting not to lean into him. Through the darkness you find Charlie on your sofa just as Dean said, tangled in blankets with her mouth hanging open as she breathes. You nod, but don’t move, savoring the warm, electric feeling from being so close to Dean. “Y’know, I’m not just some asshole alpha.”

“I wouldn’t really know the difference, would I?” You answer quietly, looking down to your feet, bashfully admitting your naivete.

“I think you would.” You hear him move before you feel the static-like sensation of fingers lingering over your shoulder, “I think you do, and that you need to get out of your head and just listen to your instincts.”

You want so badly to just lean into him again, to nuzzle against him and feel the heat of his touch; your core pulses as your blood pumps hard throughout your body, still worked up from the last dream you woke up from. The voice inside of you gets assertive and louder, insisting that he’s right mingling with images from your dream of your chests pushed together, his arms wrapped tightly around you, his lips against your neck as he whispers into your skin that you’re the sweetest omega -

“Shit. No,” you whisper as you shake the thoughts from your head. “No. See, that just shows how you don’t know me. Once I’m feeling better and not all fever-crazy, you’ll see. You and Charlie will see that this was all some weird misunderstanding. I just need to let the fever work its’ way out.”

He finally presses his hand against you, making your muscles roll with the rush of excitement, “Y/n,” he starts, then stops, the muscles in his jaw clenching as he swallows, “Say what you really want to say to me, please?”

There are more thoughts running through your mind than you can vocalize. He was a stranger this morning, but you feel drawn to him, comforted by him, more attracted to him than you’ve ever been to anyone in your life. Of course, you idiot, he’s a hot alpha. Your alpha.

“Ha!” you blurt, before slapping your hand over your mouth. He lifts his eyebrows curiously and you slowly pull your hand away. “I’m going back to bed,” you say with a gulp. His fingers curl over your skin. “Alone,” you add.

Even in the shadows, you can see the pained expression on his face as he pulls his hand away and mumbles a gruff good night. You remain still, not able to will your feet to move for a few moments until he breaks eye contact.

“Good night.”

The rest of the night is full of fitful sleep; sinful images appear every time you finally do get a bit of rest, always featuring Dean. You wake up each time, gasping for air, and embarrassed by the wetness pooled between your thighs, even with no one there to see it, until you fall back into the mattress and start the cycle all over again as the hours pass.

Charlie brings you breakfast in the morning, gingerly tiptoeing around you as she helps to take care of you, obviously hurt by your outburst, but still being kind to you.

“You didn’t deserve that yesterday. I’m sorry, Charlie,” you meekly apologize between nibble of toast.

Her lips curve up into a tiny, sympathetic smile. “It’s a stressful situation. Try not to overthink it too much. Okay?”

You want to ask her if she means your outburst or the suggestion that you might be an omega in heat, but you can’t bring yourself to say much other than to provide short answers for the questions she asks until she makes her way out. She appears throughout the day, going about the same routine each time - bringing you food and water, checking your temperature, giving you pain medicine - acting as your nurse and being careful not to push you.

You don’t bother asking about Dean, knowing he’s still there by the scent you’ve come to identify as his. But he keeps his distance, aside from occasionally stopping and pacing outside your bedroom door. Every reminder of his presence makes you jittery and irritable, your symptoms flaring up every time you imagine him pacing, perfectly disheveled in the hallway, until you whine and moan into your pillow taking care of the ache between your thighs.

You feel yourself spiraling even further into desperation; your “wait and see” approach about your symptoms doesn’t seem to be working. The aches, the sweating, the exhaustion from the buzzing need that doesn’t ever seem to die down seem to increase by the hour, they are nothing like you’ve ever felt before. Your body feels like it’s not even your own anymore. No matter how many times you manage to make yourself come, it’s never enough, the peak of pleasure an unsatisfying relief for only a few moments. You wonder how much longer you can last like this, how crazy of an idea it really is that you might actually be an omega, that the relief you need is just on the other side of the wall, waiting for you to allow him to take care of you.

You were in the middle of another feverish dream when your phone woke you up, and now you’re perched on the corner of your bed, pussy aching from unfinished business while you try to carry on a conversation with your mother, but all you can focus on are the dragging footsteps along the hallway outside of your room. You’re sucking in air through clenched teeth, trying to keep from moaning at the pain of the cramps rolling through your core as you listen to your mother talking at you, but you can’t pay enough attention to know what the conversation is about.

“Did you hear what I said to you?”

“What? Oh, um, no ma’am, I’m sorry.”

“Where is your head at? You’re not still ill, are you?”

As she talks you can hear the sound of pacing outside your door, footsteps far too heavy to belong to Charlie.

“Yes, momma, I am, but I’m-I’m going to be okay. I’m just thinking - overthinking some things, really.” You close your eyes to focus, but all you can picture is Dean’s face from your dream, his eyes focused on you intensely, his chest heaving, his voice low as he whispers  and tickles your neck. “I have everything I need to get better right here.”

Looking back to the door, you start to pant, before you are drawn back to the voice in your ear.

“Y/n? Y/n? Are you alright? You’re breathing so heavily, should I call an ambulance?” Her words quick with concern.

You stumble over your words, but finally stammer out, “N-no. I’m okay. Please, don’t do anything.” You work to slow your breathing. “I think I just need some fresh air.”

She surprisingly doesn’t push any further, letting you quickly off the phone as she insists that she plans to send over some vitamin supplements her trainer swears by. You agree to everything just to end the call as quickly as possible, impatience getting the best of you as you try to stare through the door as Dean continues to march back and forth on the other side. As soon as you end the call, you toss the phone aside and stomp your way over, yanking the door open.

“You’re driving me nuts!” He stares at you, barely affected by your outburst; his head tilted down to glare at you from beneath his brow, lips parted, nostrils flaring as he heaves in air. “You’re out here pacing like some caged animal.”

He closes his mouth, pursing his lips while his jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing at you. “Well, maybe that’s how I feel.”

“Maybe you should do something about that. Why are you even still here? Just to make me crazy with-with” you gesture up and down at him, “All this? Why haven’t you left?”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?”

He steps closer to you. “You know why.”

Your teeth click together as you snap your mouth shut.

“Look, I am sorry that you had to find out like this. I’m sorry your life isn’t going as planned, but can we stop pretending now? You’re not getting better.” He lowers his voice, the stern tone replaced by something more soft and gentle. “Y/n, you know what’s going on, you know what you need.”

You shake your head slowly from side to side as the voice inside your head starts to beg for him to say it.

“You do. You know...Omega.”

Your eyes immediately start to pool with tears as the word sends a wave of relief through you. You faintly nod as an answer, the voice inside your head finally silent. He steps closer to you, his hands raised and moving slowly to show you he means you no harm. You squeeze your eyes shut as he rests his hands on your upper arms, gently pulling you into him and you feel the fabric of his shirt dampen from your tears.

“Shh, shh, shh. I am going to take care of you. I can make you feel so much better, just say the word.”

You pull away, eyes cast down to the floor as you let your hand run down his arm until your fingers grasp his. You start to walk the two of you back into your bedroom, barely pausing as Dean swings the door closed behind him.

It’s silent aside from the heavy breathing coming from both of you. When you reach the edge of your bed, you stop, unsure of what to do next. He squeezes your hand, then slides his hand back up your arm, over your shoulder and neck until he grasps your chin between his fingers, pulling your face to look at him. His other hand feels burning hot as it rests on your hip, but you don’t pull away.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” He asks. His eyes search your expression, but you just stare blankly at him, waiting for something inside of you to snap you back to your senses, or for something else to interrupt, but nothing happens.

“Y/n?” He asks, waiting another moment before trying again, “Omega?” You gasp for air like he’d just given you permission to breathe again, your eyes focused on his wide green ones, “I said -”

“Kiss me,” you beg, watching as the corner of his mouth twitches up in satisfaction.

The fingers holding your jaw loosen, then skim over your skin as he slides his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you into him as he lowers his head to yours. You both keep your eyes open, watching for a sign to stop until you feel his lips touch yours. It’s not so much a kiss as it is lips brushing against each other, but it feels good. You pucker a bit and push into him and his hand tenses at the base of your skull, holding you tightly. He tilts his head to reciprocate and you feel your muscles relax even though your stomach continues to do flips and heat rushes your cheeks.

“Okay?” he asks, lips still pressed to yours.

You wait, listening again for that nagging voice, anticipating some part of your mind protesting, but it’s nothing but silence and the hum of need and blood racing through your veins. “Yes.”

He pushes back against you, his lips catch yours as you move together, opening to taste each other. Really, you just follow his lead, enjoying it as he guides you with little nudges and grunts of satisfaction. His hands hold you against him in a tight grip as you kiss until you’re both breathless.

He pulls his lips away with some reluctance, then leans his forehead against yours, “You know. I mean, you know how this works, what’s going to happen?” He turns his head to mouth along your jaw.

“Yeah-yes,” you whisper, leaning your head back, stretching your neck and exposing yourself to him. His face has a bit of stubble after two days without shaving; it scratches the sensitive skin on your neck, pulling a whimper from deep in your throat. His lips make their way past your pulse point, sucking gently and pinching the skin between them. The rough scratching alarmingly pleasant, you gasp suddenly from the sensation.

“Don’t claim me,” you punch out in a quick breath. “I can’t. N-not yet.”

He freezes against you, a short sigh escaping him as his posture drops slightly. “Okay,” he says, nodding against you, before continuing to kiss along your skin.

His hands move to the hem of your shirt, separating from you just enough to remove it, his eyes watching your chest heave, skin shiny with sweat. He leans down, his tongue pointed out between his lips, licking a soft stripe from your cleavage to your jaw, growling as he tastes you. He huffs against your neck, his hot breaths over your already heated skin making goosebumps pull at your skin and shivers run down your back. 

“Is my sweet little Omega ready?” He drags a hand along your stomach, inching his fingers slowly to your drenched panties. A breath away from the promised land and your phone starts to ring again. His lips snarl as a low rumble rattles in his chest.

You reach out blindly behind you, feeling for the stupid piece of plastic until your fingers wrap around it. With a flick of your wrist, you toss it somewhere to the side, not bothering to look where, or even checking it when you hear multiple pieces clatter to the floor, just grateful that it stops making noise.

Your eyes focus on the man in front of you, on the way his neck rolls every time he swallows, and how his pulse makes the skin on his neck flutter with how hard his blood is pumping. You notice how, for the first time in days, your body feels light, the tension that pulled at your muscles gone and you almost feel high. It feels so easy to give yourself to him right then and there after fighting it for what seemed like a torturous few days.

Your pussy throbs then, reminding you of what you need, and that only Dean can give it to you.

“I’m ready, Dean.” You inhale a deep breath, letting his strong scent hit you, letting the relief you feel from it roll through your body. You blink, slowly, then focus back onto him, your expression mirroring his as his eyes are blown wide and black with lust. Your mind goes blank, aside from one unfiltered thought, which you voice, soft and clear.

“Take care of me, Alpha.”

Part 4

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Alpha mine

Summary: A bad blind date, you not being a prostitute and hurt balls. What can go possibly wrong?

Request: Can I have Alpha Dean? I don’t have a specific idea. I just want Alpha Dean and some angst. Maybe smut too. Happy ending please.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

A/N: This is an AU setting.

Warnings: language, arguments, smut, unprotected sex, knotting, claiming, true mates, blood, use of handcuffs, hurt testicles (it’s painful, poor Dean), awful names for balls/a dick, fun, crack!fickish, mentions of medical eximinations, A/B/O

Sequel to: Omega for rent

“I am going to knot you good…god…” Dean needs to stop walking as the pain in his groin becomes unbearable. “I think you made sure I’ll be…” Choking Dean has the feeling his stomach fights the breakfast.

“What’s wrong?” Walking out of your bedroom you must watch Dean whine again. He keels over, curls up in a fetal position as you kneel next to him. “Dean?”

“My balls feel like the little pup-producers are bruised.” You want to hold back a chuckle but seeing the tall alpha whimper and curse at the same time let little snorts escape your lips.

“Sorry. I’ll help you, Dean.”

Carefully helping Dean to get up you take small steps to help him sit on your bed. He hisses in pain, whining again as you help him lie onto your pillow.

“Okay. I’ll help you out of these tight slacks. I think your balls need more space. Hang free and all…” Giggling at your words you hold back the snorts.

“That’s not funny.” Dean grunts. “I wanted to knot you…”

Ignoring Dean’s words, you remove his shoes. “Breathe slow and even. I will open your pants now and try to be as careful as possible. Just relax.” A smirk on your lips you unbuckle his belt.

“I won’t kick you again, alpha.”

“You ruined my dick…” Watching you drag his pants and boxers down Dean gasps as he sees a tiny bruise at his left testicle.

“Oh—crap! You ruined leftie!” Now you cannot hold back the snort as you have a close look at his balls.

“Dean, that’s a fuzz.” With skilled fingers, you removed the fuzz and the tall alpha sighs. “Looks good to me. I suggest you lie flat on your back, cover your body with the blanket and I’ll bring you water. We need to replenish your fluids.”

Dean eyes you warily, not trusting you at all. “You want to make little Dean fall off. I know it.” Eyes narrowed Dean looks around your room. “I’ll sue you if I lose my dick!”

Giggling you sit next to Dean to pat his chest. “I know what I am talking about, okay. “

“Why? Do you kick a man in the groin every day? How many balls did you damage so far? You hurt leftie. I am not sure rightie will forgive you.” Lips pressed into a hint line you try to suppress the giggle bubbling up, but you can stop it.

Pressing your face into Dean’s neck you peck his mating gland before you burst into laughter.

“Honestly, you are the second guy - no wait the third. The first was a boy in high school. He tried to grab my tit and I kicked him.”

“That’s justified…” Humming you check on his balls. “What are you doing? Do you want to ruin me some more?”

“I am checking on your balls, now be silent. I said that I know what I am doing. That’s my job after all.” Dean’s eyes narrow again as you look at his crotch.

“You have a thing for my balls…” While you try to cover Dean with a blanket, he’s busy giving you one of his cocky smirks.

“I am a proctologist, Dean. Now let me…” Dean shoves your hands away, shaking his head furiously as you try to help him.

“You are one of the guys shoving a finger into a guy’s ass?” Face pale Dean clutches, the blanket to his chest to protect his anus for dear life.

“We are not doing this all day, Winchester. Now let me get you something to drink and some painkillers. Relax. I won’t kill you, idiot.”

“How can you do a job like that? I mean…” Choking on his words Dean scratches his head. “…Why did you choose a job which includes poking a guy’s ass!”

“Dean, we do not slide a finger into your ass to have fun. It’s a needed examination to check on your well…anus…” Not convinced Dean scrunches up his nose. “I know men do not like it, but we save lives.”

“By fingering my ass?” Throwing your hands up in surrender you take a deep breath. “Cancer, Dean. We do this to help people. Do you believe I like poking my finger into random guys assholes?”

“I do not know you long enough to answer your question.” This time Dean needs to hold back a chuckle. “You look like a kinky chick.”

“Gosh, you are one of those idiots making fun of my job. I chose it as my dad died of cancer. If he would have gone to see a proctologist before the pain became unbearable he could be still alive. Now shut up and let me help you…”

Grumbling you storm into the bathroom to wash your hands and get painkillers for the annoying alpha on your bed.

“I…I am sorry, Sweetheart. Uh—it’s just.” Chortling Dean bites his finger. “Imagining you shove a finger into my ass…”

“Did you forget my name again?” Poking your head into the bedroom you give Dean a dirty look. “Winchester?”

“Y/N. Your name is Y/N and I’d like to knot you again, even though you hurt leftie…”

“You’re unbelievable, Dean. One minute you whine about your hurt balls and the next moment you want to knot me. Hell, you are a rollercoaster of nonsense…”

“You forgot charming! I am adorable and charming!” Dean insists as you place the painkillers onto the nightstand.

“I will not encourage you, Winchester. Now stop wiggling your naked ass on my silky sheets.” Leaving your bedroom, you hear Dean purr into your direction. “Won’t get you any…”

“You will fall for me sooner or later.” Laughing you shake your head as you walk back toward the bedroom. Food, water, and a sports drink in your hands you watch him rummage in your drawer.

“Uh-huh! Dirty girl, kinky too.” Holding handcuffs, a vibrator and lube in his hands Dean looks like the cat that got the cream. “You will not need that tiny thing any longer, but we can keep the handcuffs and lube.”

“Can you not make fun for a few minutes? You need to drink a lot, take some painkillers and then we will have lunch.” Lower lip trapped between his teeth Dean looks at the food on the tray.

You warmed up some Chinese leftovers and he can barely hide the rumble of his empty stomach.

“You know how to get the guy. Naughty sex, perfect scent, and food. You want to bribe me…” You would roll your eyes, but Dean looks up at you, a soft smile on his lips and you remain silent.

“Drink, Dean and then give me a break.” Humming Dean gulps down the sports drink, not taking his eyes off you as he follows your advice. “I hope your balls feel better soon…”

It’s a restless evening as Dean didn’t stop to hit on you. Followed by a restless night as he tries to rut his aching crotch against your ass, whining as it still hurts.

“Dean, give up. I am tired and tomorrow is Sunday. I want to sleep without an  alpha keeping me awake.” Not giving up Dean ruts closer to you, rubbing his cock against your ass, ignoring the pain.

“Want you…”

“You’re a needy bastard, Winchester. If you stop keeping me awake, I let you knot me when you are better. Now let me sleep.”

Dean’s arms wrap around you as he is nuzzling his nose into your neck, but he stops to rut his cock against your ass.

“What’s that green rubbish?” Shoving the broccoli off his plate Dean retches as he spits parts of the healthy vegetable into his napkin.

He is residing on your couch, two pillows stuffed behind his back, feet propped onto your couch he watches you narrow your eyes.

“Winchester! I do not believe you one bit that your balls are still hurting! I know you are lying to get my attention. Needy bastard.” Humming to himself Dean looks at the food you cooked for him.

“You are taking good care of me.” Dean’s voice is barely above a whisper when he looks at you. “I’ve missed someone taking care of me.”

“Dean, we barely know each other. All we know are certain body parts. You can’t occupy my apartment for longer than needed.” Your fingers slide through his hair and you need to hold back a purr as he sighs every time you touch him.

“I…I don’t want to leave you…”

“How about a deal, Dean. Playing with his short locks you press a soft kiss to his ear shell.

“If you can walk, you can knot me, Winchester. You can stay till tomorrow morning and then we will see where this will lead us to…” Dean’s eyes darken, and you feel his hand cup your tit as he smirks up at you.

He’s wild, loud and full Alpha again.

Your face pressed into the cushions; hands restraint behind your back with your handcuffs you can only take what the man you barely know offers.

“Such a good girl now…” Purring the words Dean smirks as he can feel your slick cover his dick with every thrust. “I could fuck you for days.”

“How’s leftie?” Giggles leave your lips, but Dean does not seem to care. While you try to push back onto him, he grips your cuffed wrists.

His brows are knit together as he watches his cock disappear inside of your slit. He can read your body; can sense you are close to your high.

“You feel perfect around me, Sweetheart. I think…” Pushing against your shoulders Dean causes your body to fall flat onto your mattress.

Helpless you wiggle against him as he holds you down with his weight.

“Dean…I want to cum.” You would scratch or bite him, even kick the cocky alpha again but the handcuffs around your wrists and his hands holding you down, bending you to his will, make you immobile.

“Sweet, so sweet for me…” His tongue slides over your mating gland and you shiver, knowing what Dean is up to. “Going to make you mine.”

Before you can give him a snarky comment his hips start moving again and your body gives in. Walls clenching tightly around him, sucking greedily at his thick length you can feel his teeth sink into your neck.

“Fucking asshole…” Dean does not care about your insults or that his orgasm hits him hard.

He will not let go of your neck, even holds you down to mark you as his omega.

“At least you can fuck like a stallion…”

“Love the way you say, ‘I love you’.” Dean grins before his tongue soothes the light sting. “The wound is already closing, Omega. Looks good on you. Perfect bite mark.”

“I guess this means your cute alpha ass is all mine now, including leftie and rightie. Now release my wrists and let me have a look at the mark. I dare you if you ruined my look.”

“It will heal completely and looks good at your neck.” Dean cannot take his eyes off the mark, wants you to not put a band-aid on it but you slap his hands away.

“Let me put a sterile band-aid on it before I kick your balls.” He is looking at his mark one last time. “Barely any blood. Did you do this more than once?”

“No…I swear, Y/N. You’re my first…” Your hand slides over his naked chest and you look up at Dean, a dirty grin on your lips. “I was your first, lover boy?”

“That is not what I meant, Omega. Now be good and behave.” Face straight, eyes focused on the mark at your neck Dean tries to play the dominant alpha, but you simply pat his cheek.

“Oh, sweet alpha. I think there was a failure in our communications from the beginning. It’s more that you alpha are mine now…” Amused Dean drops the towel around his waist, gives you a dirty grin before he steps closer.

“All yours, Y/N. Now - where do you want me?”

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