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peachym00 · 10 months

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one year later

Pete has some thoughts about his relationship with Vegas, one year since it began.

A bright light in the early morning awakens Pete.

Neither of them remembered to close the curtains before they went to sleep. The sheer netting over the windows does nothing to block out the sunbeam filtering over them. And so, at 05:57 in the morning, the sunrise pours in, waking Pete from his restful slumber.

Somehow Vegas never seemed to be affected.

Pete wrenches his eyelids open, squinting at the brightness whilst Vegas snores happily. It was a weekly argument for them, but it didn’t stop it from repeatedly happening.

Though on this morning, as he sighed through his usual routine of willing himself to get out of bed to close the stupid curtains, Pete felt different. As he opened his eyes, though tired and capable of hours more sleep, he didn’t feel the same urgency to close them again.

Pete stretched his body, the tingle of his muscles loosening, shooting all the way down to his toes. He was laid out flat, and he turned to find Vegas on his side facing him. His back was to the window, which would explain how he was still asleep, though Pete knew this didn’t actually matter, he could shine a torch directly in Vegas’s face, and if he was sleeping deep enough, he would not wake up.

Pete couldn’t help but stare at how relaxed Vegas looked. It had taken a long time for Vegas to show any kind of tranquillity, and even now, it was still a work in progress. For both of them, if he’s being honest.

Their journey so far had not been easy, and its continuation wouldn’t pretend to be. There would always be room for sadness and crippling bouts of anger in-between all the tenderness that their relationship holds. It was incandescent, in a way, almost too bright and too hot, like a phenomenon too inexplainable to anyone willing to listen.

When things were tough, and life was harsh, Pete would often wonder what it would be like if he’d chosen a different path. What it would be like if he hadn’t accepted the job as a main family bodyguard and if every choice he’d made so far hadn’t led him to where he was today. But imagining a world where Vegas wasn’t the very being that kept him tethered to the ground was impossible. Because even though the red strings of fate had only allowed their lives to be intertwined for such a short amount of time, it felt as if they’d been together for years, centuries even. And thinking of a life where Vegas did not hold him close was unimaginably lonely.

And perhaps that was the most terrifying thing he’d ever faced; to be so devoted to someone that it would kill you to lose them.

Sometimes it felt like Pete was walking through a dream and that nothing in his life was real. Vegas would do something mundane, like drool on Pete’s shoulder after falling asleep through Iron Man 3, and it would be so wholly human, so normal, that it would feel like Pete was making it up.

Their entire lives had been anything but ordinary, from their childhoods to their careers; nothing about how they’d lived could be considered normal. This was why Pete struggled to accept that this was something his life had become. To think that he was allowed the simple pleasure of a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on when he was sad, and lips that would kiss him simply because they wanted to was something that, at times, Pete struggled to accept.

Choice wasn’t something he was used to. But choosing to spend the rest of his life with Vegas was something he would never regret.

And even now, as he chose to admire the sunlight sweeping over Vegas’s slowly waking form instead of getting out of bed, Pete couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Vegas had been growing his hair out, and it fell across his forehead in dark strands. His hand was underneath his pillow as his other reached out towards Pete as if Vegas was making sure he stayed close, even as they slept. He looked at this man in his bed, and his breath was taken away because this was his. Vegas and his heart, soul, and very being belonged to Pete, as Pete’s heart, soul, and very being belonged to Vegas.

Nobody in the world but Pete got to have this, this exact moment, with this exact man, in this exact life.

And it was divine.

“It’s fucking bright in here,” Vegas grumbled, his voice croaking, squinting his eyes open as he grabbed Pete’s arm and pulled him close.

“It wouldn’t be if you closed the curtains last night,” Pete muttered, pressing himself to Vegas as close as physically possible, hiding a smile into his sternum as he imagined Vegas rolling his eyes.

“Why is it only my fault? You could have done it,” Vegas’s lips pressed to his temple, and Pete felt like he was glowing with happiness. “Oh wait, no, you couldn’t; your legs were shaking so much after I–”

Pete punched him in the arm. “So you admit it is your fault I woke up at the crack of dawn on a Sunday morning when I could still be peacefully knocked out.”

Instead of answering, he felt Vegas smile against his temple, and Pete closed his eyes, using Vegas’s neck to block out the light from the window.

“Go back to sleep,” Vegas whispered, holding him tighter, stroking his hand up and down Pete’s back.

Pete did not need to be told twice.

Then when Pete wakes up again, the bed is empty, but their room is blissfully dark.

And it may have only been one year since the cataclysmic start of their relationship, but in the grand scheme of things, it’s a mere blip in their timeline. Their journey will be long and hard and riddled with obstacles, but it will also be full of warm tenderness, bright laughter, and a love that will last a lifetime.

And that, for Pete, is everything.

#happy vegaspete anniversary!#just a soft little thing I wanted to write #can't believe its been one year #and I still feel as feral as when I first watched kinnporsche #pete saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul #vegaspete #vegas x pete #vegaspete fic #kinnporsche the series #kpts #my writing

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raelle-writing · 1 year

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Sweet Dreams

Short VegasPete fic, posted as a twitfic and edited a little for Tumblr. Fluff, rated T. 764 words.

At first, sharing a bed was weird, Pete thought. He'd never shared a bed with anyone before Vegas. He'd always slept in twin beds on his own. Perhaps he'd shared a bed briefly, once or twice, on accident, or by necessity. But never ongoing.

But the first night after Vegas woke in the hospital, when Vegas looked at Pete and asked him to climb in bed with him, Pete couldn't say no. And though it was a little weird at first, he gradually relaxed into it.

Now, months later, he couldn't imagine sleeping alone. Couldn't imagine not waking up next to Vegas each morning, and falling asleep with him each night. Those silent moments where they could just hold each other, moments from sleep or waking - they were precious to him.

And to Vegas, too, he could tell. Because Vegas almost always insisted on sleeping curled up around him, somehow. Pete holding him, or the other way around, the two of them touching, even while asleep. Sometimes, Pete woke up with Vegas entirely on top of him, cheek on his chest, sleeping peacefully, and it was one of the best things Pete had ever experienced.

Sometimes, Vegas even napped on him. It was something he'd taken to lately, laying on the couch with his head in Pete's lap and nodding off as Pete played with his hair and read a book, or watched TV. Pete loved him, loved the intimate, soft feeling of knowing Vegas felt safe enough with him to fall so deeply asleep. So even if sometimes Vegas slept so long that Pete's legs cramped up, he'd never complain, or even think about moving. Vegas was too soft and precious for that.

That's where they were on a Friday afternoon when Macau came back from school. Vegas with his head in Pete's lap, asleep, Pete playing with his hair absently with one hand, a book in the other. He glanced up as he heard the front door open and shot Macau a smile and a shushing gesture.

Macau looked blank as he slipped off his shoes, then walked over, expression going oddly soft as he took in the sight of Vegas asleep on the couch. "Oh," he said softly and Pete nodded and smiled. Vegas didn't stir, so he was deeply asleep. Pete kept petting his hair, valuing this soft little moment so much.

Macau didn't go to his room, though, and Pete shot him a questioning glance and blinked as he took on the soft, almost emotional expression on Macau's face as he looked at his older brother on the couch.

"What is it?"

Macau's expression was still watery as he looked at at Pete again. He stepped closer and leaned down so he could speak softly, whispering, "Hia always had nightmares before."

That made Pete blink. Nightmares? Vegas had never had nightmares since they'd shared a bed.

"Really?"

Macau nodded, looking a little sad. "He'd wake up screaming and be up half the night, pacing around. It made him tired and stressed… and he's not like that anymore. Not since you."

Pete's lips parted in surprise, and he glanced down at Vegas' sleeping face in his lap. He looked so peaceful, there, asleep, breathing long and even, no sign of distress on his face. "I had no idea," whispered Pete.

"I think he feels safe around you," murmured Macau, and Pete glanced back to find the younger boy looking soft again, gaze on his older brother's face. Then he glanced up at Pete. "Thank you, P'."

Pete swallowed, throat feeling tight, then offered Macau a small smile. "You don't have to thank me. I didn't do anything."

"I know. But you changed everything, anyway." Macau sighed, then straightened up before murmuring, "I'm going to do homework. Let him sleep a bit more before we make dinner."

"Yeah, okay. I will." Macau walked away and Pete dropped his gaze down to Vegas' face again. "Why didn't you tell me?" he whispered softly.

Vegas didn't stir, breathing still long and even. It made Pete let out a soft, sad, but also contented little sigh, then pick up his book again. Vegas hid a lot of things from him, but that was okay in this case. After all, the nightmares were in the past now.

And if he felt safe enough around Pete to sleep soundly, then Pete would make sure Vegas never slept alone again.

With that thought in mind, he turned his attention back to his book and kept petting his fingers through Vegas' hair, leaving Vegas to his sweet dreams.

#yeah I wrote two separate twitfics about Vegas sleeping peacefully with Pete #look I just love them okay #I want Vegas to have his soft moments and feel safe and Pete get to appreciate it #I love them so much #vegaspete #vegas/pete #vegas x pete #vegas kinnporsche #vegas theerapanyakul #pete kinnporsche #pete saengtham #vegaspete fic #vegaspete fanfic #kpts

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hawkshadowwrites · 10 months

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🩸 worshiping the altar of your hips 🩸

Vegaspete; 2k

Tags: thigh biting, blood play, vampire Vegas, human Pete

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Pete has proven to be the most delightful pet. More than anything else, Pete responds to Vegas as if Vegas is a god, not a monster.

Vegas knows what he is. Has always known what he is. He has never been ashamed of this, or felt the need to justify his urges or desires; Vegas is not nice, or kind, or generous. He is cruel and callous and cavalier with the people around him, has lied and stolen and cheated to get what he wants.

He doesn’t know how to be given something, freely, without condition. He doesn’t know how to accept a gift or an offering simply because that person saw the need or desire to do so.

But that’s all that Pete does. All that Pete is.

Since that moment in the dungeon, since Pete came apart with just the feel of Vegas’s fangs in his neck, he has been insatiable. Obsessive. Fervent.

Pete craves Vegas almost as much as Vegas craves Pete; eager and willing to offer his neck for Vegas to sink his teeth into, dipping under a haze of submission to be nothing more than what Vegas wants from him.

Pete… is everything Vegas could possibly have ever imagined, or wanted, or desired. And Pete is all his.

Pete offers his body to Vegas for his own pleasure, sex, or violence, or hunger, all one and the same between them, inextricable from the other. Vegas delights in making Pete come all over himself from just the act of feeding on him, making his body with bruises and bite marks and bloodstains, from his neck all the way down to his stomach.

However, one thing that Vegas has recently discovered, is how sensitive Pete’s thighs are. How responsive he is, how quickly he comes when Vegas gets anywhere near them.

So tonight he is going to have some fun with this.

“Hold still.” Vegas leans over Pete on the bed and tightens the rope wrapped around his wrists, tugging on it to make sure it is secure to the bedpost. His arms are extended out over his head, the rope crisscrossing his shoulders and down his torso to emulate a harness. Vegas leans forward and ghosts his lips along Pete’s, smiling when Pete tries to press himself into the kiss.

“I told you to be still,” Vegas scolds, and Pete just whines.

Vegas trails his lips down Pete’s neck, licking at the half healed cuts from this morning. Pete has enough of Vegas’s blood in him on a consistent basis that none of the marks or abrasions Vegas gives him lasts long at all, but it’s fun enough to see how far he can push it, how much Pete will bleed out before Vegas gives him more blood.

At this point the two of them are continuously linked, Vegas is comprised of Pete’s blood and Pete is comprised up of Vegas’s blood; the only thing left that Vegas can do is cut open Pete’s chest and hold his still beating heart in his hands.

He just might, Pete begs for it enough, after all.

Vegas settles himself down between Pete’s spread legs and traces his finger along the script of his tattoo, moving sideways to where Pete’s cock rests, dark red and weeping at the tip. Vegas looks up and holds Pete’s gaze and then brings his palm down, hard.

Pete spasms, the pain reverberating through him as his orgasm overtakes him, his cock spurting over his thighs and abdomen.

“I think this is the most fun when you’re still sensitive,” Vegas teases before leaning down and licking a long stripe of Pete’s come up off his skin. Pete just moans, body writhing away from the touch but also arching into it, always a duality of desire.

Vegas slides his hand down the soft skin of Pete’s inner thigh, squeezing his fingers into the tender skin and watching the color bloom under the pressure of his fingers. There are several places to draw blood in the thighs and some are detrimental — those Vegas will save for last, just to make things really fun.

He starts small. A gentle kiss on the inside of Pete’s left knee, tongue flicking along the crease and tasting the tang of Pete’s perspiration. He nips, just barely, and grins when Pete’s leg jolts in his grip.

“Easy,” Vegas chides. “Behave.”

Pete makes another noise of assent before relaxing in his grip, eyes wide and hazy as he watches Vegas. Vegas loves it when Pete goes nonverbal like this, not because he enjoys it when Pete doesn’t talk, but more-so for the fact that he is blissed out and flying high and desperate for every morsel of attention Vegas gives him.

He kisses the inside of Pete’s thigh, right alongside the crease of his knee, and takes time to make the smallest bite. He doesn’t even fully draw blood, just enough to break the skin and turn it a blooming pink. He wants to build up to the good stuff.

He moves up, this time nipping the tender skin until he feels the salty tang of blood, barely holding back his own moan at the intoxicating taste of it.

Everything about Pete is addictive, from his smell to his sweat to the taste of his skin, all of this which he willingly offers to Vegas. A lamb in the den of a lion, on the alter of sacrifice. Adoration met with temptation, purpose met with divine deliverance.

Vegas never truly had anything to believe in before this, but Pete is everything kept from him and more. A manifestation and embodiment of the desires of his soul, his own beating heart made into flesh and blood, ripe for the taking. And the tasting.

Vegas hides his smile in the skin of Pete’s thigh and moves further up, creating a small crescent moon with his incisors. Pete’s skin is warm now, the flush dark along the surface, blood working overtime as it spreads to his open wounds.

There have been times where Vegas has cut Pete open with his teeth, watched as crimson rain fell across the canvas of his skin, waiting until the beat of his heart was a faint little thing before cutting open his own wrist and holding it to Pete’s lips. Sacrilegious in the way he would then stroke his own cock as Pete drinks the blood of his keeper, ingests the divine force working to keep him living.

The way his hunger is unmatched, eyes feral and blazing with the heat of a hundred dying suns, a brand and a missive of expectation of belonging. This is usually enough to push Vegas over the edge, spilling his release in his palm only to remove his wrist from Pete’s mouth, only to have Pete lick up his come.

But for now, Pete is bound to the bed, arousal pulsing through him with each beat of his heart, a fragile breakable human that entrusts his existence to the creature that wants to devour him.

Vegas makes a deeper cut this time, a sharp slice of his teeth that has Pete gasping, the hot rush of blood trickling down the inside of his thigh getting perilously close to the bed before he licks it up, grin causing him to smear it along his cheek. He suckles at this one for a few moments, working a bruise that will turn purple and blue in the matching rays of the dawn light, a kaleidoscope of color in mirroring of nature and nurture. Or at least something to that effect.

He holds Pete down to the bed and kisses up the top of his quad, nipping at each mole to remark his own claim. He moves over to the other side and repeats the process, growing more impatient with himself as he tries to drag this out.

Really, he could have hours of fun with Pete, except that he gets to a point where he aches for it, he burns with the desire to consume, to ignite himself in the flames of revelation, licking up the sides of his enclosure as he dives deeper and deeper into hell. Temptation is one of the greatest sins, after all, but Vegas will suffer a million times for the taste of Pete on his lips.

Pete can’t hold back his moans now, cock hard again, thick and heavy hanging on his hip. He squirms under Vegas’s mouth and Vegas knows that he is just as eager as Vegas is.

Vegas moves up to where his pulse beats the loudest, the place where he carries his life force under such delicate conditions. Humans are fragile; fragile bones and skin and muscle and sinew, breakable from every facet and angle to be given a new purpose.

And this is Pete’s.

Vegas licks the skin right over the femoral artery, savoring the way Pete’s pulse throbs under his tongue. He aches for it, aches to sink his teeth into the tender skin and feel the flow of blood over his chin and lips, drinking until he can’t anymore. Pete twitches his thigh, pushing himself closer to Vegas’s mouth, tugging at the rope with a whine.

Vegas moves away and settles his urge by marking up a handful of new bite marks along the inside of his thighs, until he can feel the aching need from Pete. He settles himself back between Pete’s thighs and hooks his leg up over his shoulder, kissing down the line.

“We’ll only have a few minutes baby,” Vegas warns, placing a gentle kiss over the thrum of Pete’s life point. His other hand reaches between the cleft of Pete’s ass to push two fingers inside, twisting up until he pushes into his prostate. Pete spasms on the bed and makes a punched out sound, cock leaking on his stomach.

He is already stretched open from earlier, when Vegas spent an hour licking up inside of him with no other purpose than to just taste him. Vegas himself is on the edge, his own desire riding the delicate knife tip, needing to both be inside of Pete and to feel the beat of his heart on his tongue.

He curls his fingers again, massaging into Pete’s prostate until his second orgasm hits, causing him to go boneless on the bed above him.

Vegas sinks his teeth into the artery, and rips.

The rush of blood is immediate, covering Vegas’s lips and chin, soaking through the bedsheet underneath them. Vegas closes his eyes and drinks, allowing himself five seconds, ten, twenty, before ripping himself back. Pete is already going hazy, eyes fluttering as his body shuts down. Vegas hooks his other leg over his shoulder and slides him across the bed, the blood coating his skin as much as a lubricant as anything.

Vegas pushes his cock inside of Pete and sinks inside, Pete crying out as he bottoms inside. He knows he is close — being inside of Pete is like coming home — and he has a few minutes before his heart will stop working.

They’ve played this game before, racing the clock for their own carnality, and this time Vegas is determined to win. Just like always.

He bends Pete nearly in half and fucks into him with sharp snaps of his hips, the warmth of Pete’s blood covering his groin and easing the way. He leans in and slides his lips against Pete’s grinning when Pete realizes that Vegas’s mouth is still full of his own blood.

“That’s it baby,” Vegas praises, “just like that.”

He kisses Pete with the intensity of a thousand lifetimes, each second passing a threat against the eternity he plans to spend with Pete. With his heart and soul, spread before him like a gift.

Vegas groans when he comes, filling Pete with hot pulses of his own release, kissing Pete again with fervent delight as the wound on his thigh slowly stops bleeding.

Vampire blood has healing properties, but so does Vampire semen. No one knows, because no one has played around long enough to find out.

It’s not nearly as powerful as blood, so it’s a moderate fix, but Vegas knows with his own seed inside of Pete that he doesn’t have to worry about Pete bleeding out on him, as much of a feast as that would be.

Pete makes a noise and tugs again at the ropes and Vegas sighs, reaching up and slicing through them. Pete flexes his hands and looks at them for the briefest moment before sinking them in Vegas’s hair, dragging him in for another kiss.

Vegas will never get over the intensity in which Pete longs for him, in which after everything Vegas does, he still needs him.

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kinnporschebigbang · 10 months

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three--rings · 1 year

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This is one of many little Vegaspete snippets I've written in the last few months, but this one is nominally complete and I don't think it really connects to anything else, so eh I dunno here tumblr have it.

It's almost entirely innocent, or rather, T-rated, since it's still VP.

“Do you see how you look like this?”

Pete looked at himself in the full-length mirror. The suit was nice, sure, the collar popped open to match Vegas’s. His hair had grown longer, and was currently styled differently, with weird product. He matched Vegas next to him, in the fineness of the fabric he wore and the casually disheveled styling.

But then he looked at his face and he was just...Pete. Boring, mediocre, bland Pete. His face was out of place here.

He hated looking at himself in the mirror. He avoided it more than was strictly necessary to comb his hair and make sure he didn’t have something in his teeth.

These days, Vegas made him feel incredible, sexy and cherished. But looking in the mirror brought him back to earth, reminded him he was punching above his weight class.

A sharp pain at his waist broke him from his ruminations: Vegas’s hand pinching him.

In flinching, Pete shifted towards Vegas’s shoulder. But something else happened as well. As he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the mirror, through blurred eyes.

And...in that instant...in the mirror...there were two matching, stylish, gorgeous men. Pete’s breath caught and he looked, without meeting his own eyes. And for those few precious seconds...he thought perhaps he saw himself with Vegas’s eyes. Saw a prettier, slighter fae creature with a much sharper jaw-line.

And then he lost it and he was just Pete again. He blinked, and looked away from the mirror.

“You see?” asked Vegas, eager as he was when he asked Pete to yield in bed. “You see how beautiful you look?”

Pete smiled, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek. “Yeah. I see. Come on, let’s get going, we’re gonna be late.”

#vegaspete #kinnporsche #vegaspete fic #my fiction #much of the snippets in my VP snippet doc may or may not ever become something #but maybe if anyone likes this I'll try to do more #this is the most I've written in weeks but also that's partially my own fault for all the gaming

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sapphicblight · 11 months

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moneyshot - a vegaspete pwp au with @hawkshadowwrites

You received 35,000 baht from… Good boys deserve a treat. The notification of the transfer cuts off before it can display the sender but Pete doesn’t even care about that, not with the obscene amount of money that just dropped in his account. “I think we might have bigger problems than me sleeping with the mafia.” Pete says slowly. And liking it. “What the fuck could possibly be worse?” Porsche asks, voice strangled through the speaker phone. Pete winces, even though Porsche can't see. “I think I slept with the mafia for money.” -- or; Pete wakes up alone and naked (and covered in bruises) in an unfamiliar hotel room, with a suggestive money transfer and no memories of the night before.

key tags: edging, degradation, overstimulation

#vegaspete #kinnporsche the series #kpts #fanfiction #writing #mine #MY COLLAB CHERRY HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN POPPED #yeah this has 0 plot guys #just 15k words of filth #the 3 key tags barely scratch the surface #vegaspete fic #vegaspete fanfic #vegaspete fanfiction #kpts fanfiction

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saturnscode · 8 months

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PART 1

Pete's skin is soft.

And Vegas has tasted every bit of it.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, he wasn’t supposed to be lying on the bed with Pete's arms wrapped around his waist and the sunlight coming through the window kissing his bare back. Vegas wasn’t supposed to be brushing his hair from his eyes feeling like he’s running out of air because he has finally come to the conclusion he's been avoiding for weeks.

But last night, as he fucked Pete, slowly and tenderly until their muscles were sore and their heads were spinning, he knew it was too late for him. He was already in love.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Pete was just a tool to get close to Porsche and piss his cousin off and ruin the deal of the hotel's new branches. He just wanted to mess with their heads like he’s been doing his entire life, Pete was a mere link, a fun fuck. Because that’s what Vegas does to gain trust, that’s how he has snatched all Kinn’s boyfriends before. With sex.

But it all went to hell when Vegas kissed those lips in the dirty alley behind Porsche's bar. His mind went numb when he heard Pete's little noises every time he touched him.

Vegas was so fucked he felt suffocating.

He closed his eyes when he felt Pete's eyes wandering on his chest and he felt out a breath when his lips touched his jawline.

"What's on your mind?" Pete asked in a whisper as he was trying to maintain the quiet atmosphere of his Uni dorm.

You. He wants to reply, but it’s more than that.

"Nothing," he smiles, "work stuff, sorry."

Pete smiles, excited. He gets on top of Vegas biting his lower lip, placing his hand on top of his chest, and resting his chin on top of them.

"Porsche is getting back tomorrow from his vacation," he says and his eyes shine so bright it breaks his heart, "we can have dinner with him and his boyfriend at night, what do you think?"

Vegas has been pushing it, trying everything in his power to avoid Porsche and Kinn the moment he started enjoying Pete's company a little too much. He didn’t want it to end, he's been hanging by a thread and he doesn’t know how long it will last when the end seems so near.

"I don’t know, pet." He replies, playing with his hair. "I'm pretty busy lately."

"Oh, c'mon, Grey," he whines and Vegas closes his eyes.

He hates that name. At first, he spitted out when he introduced himself that night in the bar and he's been cursed with it since then. It's the name Pete knows, it's the name he calls and moans, it's the name of the man he loves and Vegas hates.

"It's been eight months already," he pouts, "he’s starting to think I'm faking this whole 'boyfriend' thing since you don’t have any social media and you won’t let me take a picture with you." He pouts and Vegas wants to bite his lips off.

Instead, he stares. He brushes dust from his cheeks and enjoys the little smile Pete gives him. He’s too good and too naïve. It was easy to make him fall in love, but it was easier for Vegas to lose himself in him. He became an escape from his father’s expectations and his self-hatred, he made him forget about who he is with gentle touches and dumb jokes.

He would keep his secrets and treasure them deep in his heart, and then he would try to make Vegas laugh because he couldn’t bear seeing him cry. He cried on his lap as he played with his hair and he felt safe. And he knows he doesn’t deserve him, he knows he started a game he is bound to lose and now, there are no more cards to play.

"Do we have to prove it to him?" He replies like he’s been doing for the past few months.

He would do this thing where is questions Pete’s love, making him feel bad so he would drop the subject alone for a couple of weeks before trying again.

"No, but he is my best friend," he frowns and Vegas wants to kiss it away. "I want the most important people in my life to meet each other."

Vegas smirks, trying to change the mood.

"Oh, are we in the same place in your life?" He says as his hand wanders over Pete's skin, gentle touches from his back to the soft skin of his ass.

Pete holds his breathe, "no, I just-"

He cannot finish the sentence because Vegas' lips attack his, the same moment his fingers wander into the crack of his ass and grab, tightly.

Vegas turns them over, Pete's wrapped around his body, whimpering and crying as he scratches Vegas’ back the moment he thrusts into him.

"Grey," he groans and Vegas hits him deeper, faster.

He hates that name, but he loves the man under him.

"He'll be here," Pete says, stealing glances at the door behind him.

They've been waiting for his boyfriend to arrive for 40 minutes. Even when his best friend doesn’t say it, Pete can see it in his eyes. He doesn’t think Grey is coming, but he promised, and Pete trusts him. He has never failed him, yet.

Porsche is sitting with his boyfriend in front of him. They're holding hands over the table in this fancy restaurant and Pete feels a little - very much - alone.

It's incredible how much Porsche's life has changed. He went from having three different jobs only to support his little brother and trying to keep his house, to changing his major to help Kinn in the future because that’s how certain they are about being together for the rest of their lives.

At first, Pete was reluctant. At Kinn, at his friend's life choices and the entire relationship, but after nights of crying and Kinn doing everything in his hands to prove himself to Porsche, Pete started to believe Yok's bar was magical.

That’s where Porsche met Kinn, and where Pete met Grey.

Pete smiles to himself. He didn’t think they had any future. It was just a one-night stand for him, but then he started bumping into Grey everywhere he went like it was destiny.

He made him feel like no one has before. The way he looks at him, the way he talks to him, and the way he touches him. It's like he was handmade only for Pete to enjoy, to please, to love.

"Ugh," Kinn says, looking annoyed. "This can't be real."

Porsche raises an eyebrow and follows with his eyes to the place Kinn is staring now.

"Oh, great," Porsche mumbles, squirming in his seat.

"What happened?" Pete crouches down on the table, whispering to Porsche.

"Nothing, just Kinn's cousin walking in."

Pete has heard of him. The 'pain-in-the-ass' cousin named Vegas. The guy who is always trying to mess with everything Kinn has or does.

Pete starts to turn his back because even when he has heard plenty of stories about him, he has never seen his face and he would be lying if he says he's not curious.

"No, don’t turn!" Porsche whispers, "let's not look at him so he goes to another table."

Pete nods, standing still in his chair until he sees the displeased look on both Kinn’s and Porsche’s faces.

"Great," Kinn says under his breath.

But their expressions change, suddenly dropping at the same time he feels a hand squeezing his shoulder.

He recognizes the touch, damn, he even recognizes the scent behind him, so he wraps his hand around his wrists and turns to look at him. He's dressed in all black, just like the night they met.

"You're here," Pete smiles.

"I promised I'd be here." He says, his eyes never leaving Kinn's.

Pete frowns because, suddenly, something feels off.

"What is this, Vegas?" Kinn asks, laying back on the chair.

"Vegas?" Pete asks, confused, his eyes going from Kinn to Grey, not understanding the situation. "No, P'Kinn, this is Grey, my boyfriend."

He smiles and turns to Porsche. That’s when his heart drops. Porsche is shaking his head, looking at him with pain in his eyes. Pete turns to Grey once again.

"Grey?" He asks, trying to make him look at him, but he doesn’t move, his jaw tightens up and his fingers start to play with his rings.

That’s when he sees it, a ring that looks a lot like Kinn but in silver. Pete can't breathe.

"Grey?" He asks, softly, with his heart on his throat and his fingers wrapped around his arm. "Why are they calling you Vegas?"

"Porsche," Kinn says and he nods, standing up immediately, grabbing Pete's arm.

"Pete, let's go home." He pleads, but Pete is not having it.

"Grey, what is this?" He shakes his arm but he won't flinch. So he licks his lips, letting a trembling sigh out, "Vegas?"

He turns, slowly, tilting his head to the side, looking at Pete.

He freezes, beside him is the same man that kissed every inch of his body just this morning but his eyes are empty, dark, and soulless. Pete feels like he cannot breathe anymore.

So he releases his arm and lets Porsche drag him out of the restaurant. His eyes never leave the man on the table until the elevator’s doors close on them. He blinks a couple of times and now, he is inside a car, his head in Porsche's chest as he whispers 'sorry' and 'we'll fix everything, don’t worry', but he doesn’t worry, even with the tears running down his face, he can’t feel anything.

#vegaspete #vegaspete au #vegaspete fic #vegas pete fanfic #my writing #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham

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Vegas and Pete FF- KinnPorche The Series (BL)

Let me tell you something real quick, this couple won my heart once i watched the series. Their partnership was incredible and i recommend watching it (sexual content warning, maybe not the first bl you should watch but amazing nonetheless)

It’s my first work on Alpha and Omega stories, so i’m sorry if there is any mistakes, but have fun my lovelies!

Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect to actual actors, this is pure fantasy for the series characters 🤍

Let me know if you can see the signature line~ 😏

Italics are thoughts

SOME MATURE LANGUAGE USED

SMUT WARNING ;)

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What does an omega do when he’s in heat, but attending an important meeting with his alpha who is the CEO?

Well, Pete is an omega and his alpha is Vegas.

Vegas is serious, talented, smug, and always gets his way. Very handsome, with a muscular and toned body

Pete is a caring, introverted sweetheart. Seems weak, but is actually so skilful, strong and athletic

People were head over heels for that type. When it comes to Pete and Vegas, you’d think people will be awed and obsessed with such a physic and man like Vegas, but no no no. It was true that many were interested in Pete.

His quiet and blunt soul was one which caught many eyes, him being an omega was just a treat in addition to all of that goodness.

Vegas was not happy about that at all, i mean.. who would want many guys and girls falling over their lover? No one. Vegas wasn’t into sharing either, never was, and never will.

The omega was all his, belonged to him, devoted to him. Even if they’ve only been dating for a couple of months, his handsome alpha knew he was the one. The one he loved, was whipped for, and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Pete felt the exact same, not wanting to end the beautiful love they shared with each other. It was golden, maybe even magical, and truly never-ending.

In the meeting room, Kinn was at one end of the table with Porsche beside him. Arm and Pol sat down on one side with Tankhun on the other side. There was an empty seat next to him which Pete made his way to sit in.

On the way, he saw Kinn’s tail caressing Porsche at the back, making Porsche turn red. Pete laughed quietly to himself, as he sat next to Tankhun, to which, he smiled and bowed to him out of respect.

Vegas was sat at the other end, giving a small smirk to Pete as he sipped on his coffee, his ears looking as fluffy as ever as his tail wagging behind him.

Kinn- “So Vegas..why are we here?”

Vegas- “Right. I wanted to inform you all on my new business plan for the company. As the CEO, and you as my buisness partner, i have to let you know the changes right?”

Kinn- “Right, so, what’s your idea”

Porsche- “It better not be stupid like that time when you were making Arm and Pol dress up like inflatable balloons.”

Vegas- “Actually, that was was Tankhun’s idea”

Tankhun- “Well, jokes on you Porsche, it worked. Entertainment wise, and sales wise”

Arm- “Not gonna lie, it was fun to do”

Pol- “Baby don’t lie, it wasn’t”

Arm- “Only because you tripped and fell down a block of stairs in front of everyone”

Porsche- “Wait?! You fell?!”

Arm- “Yeah! He did, Pete has the video”

Porsche- “No way..! Pete you better send me that!”

Arm and Porsche burst out laughing, Tankhun laughing too. Pol crossed his arms over his chest, giving Arm an annoyed look. Pete brought out his phone, showing them all the video as he laughed happily with them, Pol sulking a little, but couldn’t stop himself from laughing too.

Vegas couldn’t help but laugh too, as his omega sat there, turning a little red. He suddenly was feeling uncomforted for some reason, his body rising up in heat.

Pete smiled it off though, trying not to make it obvious that he wasn’t feeling his best.

Vegas- “Ok ok, enough of that, let me show you all my plan then.”

Pete changed his focus to Vegas, his body playing with itself and the heat. He didn’t know what it was, it just wasn’t normal.

Vegas had eyes of a hawk, he easily could tell something was off about his omega. He didn’t look this red when he entered, that’s because he always looked at the little things when it came to Pete. Vegas loved every part of him.

Vegas- “Ok, so, to get business booming, i think we should focus on celebrities, maybe them becoming a partner in our company.”

Pete- “Hold up.”

Everyone took an eye on Pete, who was still a bit red, but looked up a Vegas

Arm- “What’s up Pete?”

Pete- “May I add something Vegas?”

Vegas- “It’s Mr Theerapanyakul to you”

Vegas gave his signature smirk, as Kinn scoffed a little with Porsche.

Porsche- “God you’re so extra Vegas”

Vegas- “Shush, let me hear you Pete”

Everyone shushed up at Vegas’ request as Pete stood up from his chair.

Pete- “Vegas, let me add something”

Vegas- “Call me Mr Theerapanyakul Pete.”

Vegas’ tail swished side to side, as Pete grinned. Pete decided to walk up to where Vegas was. He physically pulled him by the arm, making him sit down in his own chair next to Tankhun. The rest of them laughed softly, as Pete controlled his alpha, something which wasn’t so common.

Tankhun- “Well done my Pete”

Pol- “It’s the fact that Vegas wouldn’t let anyone else do this”

They all laughed at that, even Vegas himself as he looked at Pete with playful eyes, his smirk sprouting again.

Pete- “Let me bring an idea to the table”

Kinn- “Show us what you got then.”

Pete stood infront of the table, bringing some of his files with him.

Pete- “Alright, so Kinn, i think instead of celebrities, influencers would be a better choice.”

Kinn raised his eyebrows, Porsche giving Pete a smile of admiration. Pete was an intelligent man for his kind. As an omega, he has wits and a smart brain, some others were a bit brainless and clumsy, aka Porsche.

Pete- “The reason for this is because influencers have many followers, with many viewers. They upload daily, with many taking an interest in what they do in their life. Celebrities don’t always have this kind of popularity. If this would be possible, our company should reach out to these influencers, so they could advertise our products we provide, and they could give a good rating to possibly thousands of viewers.”

Tankhun stood up, giving Pete an applaud as he smiled nervously. They all gave an applaud, except for his stubborn alpha, who was looking a little salty, but still giving Pete a smirk

Tankhun- “Awh! Pete, you’re brilliant!”

Kinn- “I must say Pete, you’re more smart than you think”

Porsche- “Mhm, i’m fully in with the idea”

Kinn- “Me too, i agree with it all, i think it’s really good”

Arm- “We both agree as well, what about you Vegas?”

Vegas kept quiet, sipping on some coffee as he looked at Pete. His omega leaned over the table, looking at Vegas directly in the eyes, his ears kept high as always.

Pete- “How was it Mr Theerapanyakul?”

Vegas- “Ok ok, it wasn’t bad. I agree with it”

Pete grinned as he looked at Vegas, becoming a little more red as he sat in his normal seat, Vegas going back to his own.

Tankhun- “Wow Pete, you should come up with the business ideas more often”

Pete- “Haha, thank you Tankhun”

Vegas- “Yeah yeah, alright, let’s go over the people we already have now”

As Vegas, Kinn, Porsche and Tankhun went over some files, Arm and Pol talking amongst themselves, Pete was sitting down quietly. He felt some heat pulse through him, so much to a point it hurt. His abdomen hurt really badly after some time, making him breath heavily and turn red.

He held into his stomach a little with his hand, feeling like his gonna burst with pain. Tankhun was the first to notice and put his hand on Pete’s shoulder for support.

Tankhun- “Are you alright Pete?”

Pete- “Oh, i’m alright don’t worry”

The omega smiled the pain away, but as everyone continued to talk and as his alpha, Vegas instantly knew something was wrong. His senses kicked in and it was very strong, something he couldn’t ignore. He sniffed a little, and was instantly caught in a sweet scent.. like Pete?

Pete was breathing heavily, his heart palpitating. He tried to hide it as much as possible, by re-reading files over and over again, hoping Tankhun wouldn’t see and question him again.

Vegas continued to sniff around, the sweet scent getting better and better, to a point it’s intoxicating.

Kinn- “You alright Vegas? Why are you sniffing nothing?”

Vegas- “I’m not sniffing nothing you idiot. Don’t you smell that?”

Kinn, Porsche and Tankhun started smelling the air a little, shaking their heads, pretty puzzled.

Porsche- “There’s nothing”

Tankhun- “Yeah, what are you smelling Vegas?”

Vegas stayed quiet, the sweet smell of what was the exact same as Pete getting stronger, making him desire something. He looked over towards Pete, noticing he’s covering up his face a little, but had a gut feeling that it was coming from Pete.

Vegas- No..is Pete in? Heat?! It can’t be..

Arm- “Are you guys done yet?!”

Pol- “What’s the point of us being here if you’re not gonna talk to us?”

Tankhun- “Ai! Shut up Pol, i’m trying to focus”

Arm- “Hey! Leave my baby alone”

Arm put his arms around Pol, holding him sweetly. Pol gave him a weirded out expression, but then smiled warmly at him

Pol- “I’m not your baby Arm”

Arm- “Then what are you? My honeybun?~”

Pol- “If i’m your honeybun, then you’re my cutie pie~”

Arm blushed profoundly as they both sweetly smiled at each other. Tankhun looked at them with disgust

Tankhun- “Ugh, you guys are so in love..”

Pete- “Khun.. Love is a beautiful thing, forever and always devoted to one another”

Arm and Pol nodded appealingly, as Kinn and Porsche’s ears straightened up, meaning he was satisfied. Vegas smirked at Pete’s words, admiring the omega. He was an interesting mixture of things, but all in all, he was perfect.

Tankhun- “As if! I hear Kinn and Porsche moaning at each other all the time.”

Porsche- “Huh?!”

Porches and Pete nearly chocked on the coffee they were drinking. As omega’s, they were beyond shocked at Tankhun’s sudden words. The alpha’s grinned a bit as the rest of them looked at each other, still stunned at Tankhun’s words

Vegas- “What do you mean by that?”

Tankhun- “They’re always complaining at each other.”

Pete- “Oh.. i see..”

Pete and Vegas made suspicious but playful eye contact at one another before giggling softly. They all burst out laughing expect for Tankhun

Tankhun- “Guys? What are you laughing at? Pete?”

He tapped Pete’s shoulder, as Pete attempted to stop laughing.

Pete- “It’s nothing, don’t worry”

The omega let out a soft groan out of pain from his abdomen again. This time the pain worsened. Tankhun put his hand on Pete’s arm out of support. Vegas immediately picked up that sweet scent again, becoming attracted to it once more.

Porsche- “You alright Pete?”

Pete- “I’m ok, don’t worry. I just have a stomach ache”

Porsche- “Are you sure that’s all?”

Vegas- “Mhm, if you’re not well Pete, i can take you home.”

Pete was going to decline, but as the pain deepened in harshness and heaviness, he felt his face go red again, his mind filling with desire. His alpha continued to sniff that sweet smell, which seemed to be coming from Pete.

Vegas- i knew it was heat, oh my baby..you’ll be ok, i promise

Pete- “Actually.. that would be better if that’s ok with you all?”

Kinn- “It’s totally fine Pete, take it easy”

Porsche- “Yeah, let me know when you’re better”

Pete- “Thank you guys”

Vegas stood up from his chair, his tail swishing from side to side as he took his omega’s hand, slowly taking him through the office door and into the hallway, which they walked through to get to their car.

Vegas- “What’s up with you baby?”

Pete- “Nothing, it’s just my abdomen hurts really bad”

Vegas- “Does it?” he’s in heat, his first heat. that’s why he doesn’t know if it is or not. i’ll treat you well Pete, my love

Pete- “Yeah..i feel really hot babe”

Vegas- “Do you want some water?”

Pete- “No..i don’t want water Vegas..”

Vegas stopped for a second, putting one hand around Pete’s waist as he put his hand to his forehead.

Vegas- “Goodness love, you’re sweating”

Pete- “It hurts..”

Pete held his abdomen again, feeling sweat drip down his forehead and hit his nose. He didn’t know what it was. His ears dropped down out of the pain he was in.

Vegas- “Baby, i..i think you’re in your first heat”

Pete- “Huh?”

For a smart omega like Pete, he was a little clueless when in came to things like this. Even Pete thought for a bit and realised it as well.

Pete- “Baby..i-What do i do?”

Vegas- “What do you want baby?”

Pete- “I want..”

Pete looked at Vegas’ red eyes, getting a little heated and giddy on the inside. He desires something, or someone perhaps..

Pete- “You”

Pete looked at him, his frosty eyes deepening in red as his ears were pointed upwards, still. His tail swished excitedly but lustily, hoping Vegas would give him what he wants. He’s always wanted Vegas to pound into him as he curled his fingers around his ears, his tail linked with his as they continuously moan at the deep and pure pleasure.

God those horny thoughts tortured the omega, making him growl, and nearly cum in his boxers. He looked at Vegas with desperation, praying that he’d agree. As an omega, he was a pretty horny one, not like Porsche. He’d always masturbate when he needed too, of course, without his alpha knowing, otherwise he’d get spanked. He shivered a little remembering that. Pete would though imagine his first time with Vegas, and it being the best he’s ever had.

Pete- “P-Please baby?~ Na?”

Vegas was lost for words, Pete’s actions and words just made him wanna melt like ice on fire. But damn was Pete hot when he was all desperate and horny, he’d never seen anything like it, but was gonna make sure that it was always seen. Of course, just for himself, he’s not gonna share such perfection with someone else. God he’d never. Vegas would never get enough of Pete, and especially not this side of him.

Pete- “Can you do it for me na?~”

Vegas- God help me..…

Now.

Pete brought his mouth close to Vegas’ ear, making him lean back against the wall. Pete kept his hands on the back of his neck as he whispered in a deep and breathy tone, his hot breath hitting the alpha’s ear.

Pete- “Oh please hun?~ I want you so badly, so badly i’m in pain.~”

Vegas growled at Pete, making him grin in victory. Vegas smirked deafeningly, pulling Pete along with him by his hand. They reached the car, as Vegas threw him inside the front passenger seat. He sat in the drivers seat, going to rev up the engine as he hastily put his seatbelt on

Pete- “What’s the rush babes?~”

Vegas- Damn it Pete, you’ve got to stop before i lose my mind

The omega kept on teasing him, having the most amount of fun while doing so. The man loved making Vegas groan with much heat and desperation inside of him. Though the alpha said nothing, his eyes were turning to a deeper red than before as his ears stood proud on his head, you could tell he was impatient and horny, wanting to do the most to his devilish omega.

Pete put his seatbelt on, as he grinned once more, declaring victory again as his alpha looked at his expression. Vegas just wanted to kiss him so much, make him fall deeper in love with him as he begs for mercy under him as his cock is crashing against his prostate.

The alpha felt pre cum swirl around in his boxers as he felt his legs twitching, his trousers tightening against his skin. Pete kept that innocent tone and expression on his face, driving Vegas absolutely mental.

Pete- “Don’t drive so quick hun, otherwise you won’t make it home, well, we won’t make it home”

Pete giggled a little, keeping that innocence on the prowl, making Vegas groan softly, continuing to drive at a higher speed. Right beside him, was Pete, taking his shirt off, which made Vegas’ eyes widen.

Vegas- “What are you doing Pete?!”

Pete- “I’m hot baby..~”

Vegas- Which hot do you mean? Both seem correct to me, fuck i’m getting hot inside. Pete you have to stop before i lose my shit.

Vegas nodded at him, placing his hand on Pete’s thigh as he took his shirt off, feeling the cool breeze of the ac hit his body, as he sighed, satisfied.

Time skip

(i can’t wait)

The alpha grabbed some handcuffs, and a blindfold, throwing it on the bed as he pushed his omega further back, making him lean on the headboard.

Vegas- “Choose a safe word baby”

Pete- “Umm.. Green”

Vegas- “Lovely, whenever you wanna stop, just say it to me, and i’ll end it immediately”

Vegas talked in a assured tone, putting his deep needy and horny self to the side for a second. He was so infatuated with Pete, wanting to keep him safe and protected at all costs, never wanting to let him go.

Vegas- “Understood baby?”

Pete- “Mhm, i got it”

Vegas- “Now, i was thinking of taking some chances with you tonight, but only if you’re ok with it”

Pete- “I’m ok with it Vegas”

Pete replied swiftly, making Vegas a little unsure. He didn’t want Pete to regret anything tonight, even if he had a safe word. He wanted to make sure Pete knew what he was getting into

Vegas- “Are you sure baby?”

Pete- “Give me all you got daddy~”

Vegas’ eyes widened, as he growled a bit, his tail caressing Pete’s legs as he stood on his knees in front of him, getting closer and closer. The omega winked at him, his cheeks dusted in a florescent pinkish colour. Vegas gave his signature smirk, grazing his chin with his fingertips, looking at him with love and lustful passion.

Vegas- daddy huh Pete?

Vegas looked at him, keeping that same smirk on his face the whole time.

Vegas- “What did you just call me?”

Pete- “Daddy, why?”

Vegas was surprised at Pete’s confidence, but god he was obsessed already.

Vegas- “If you keep calling me that, i can’t guarantee you can walk tomorrow”

Pete- “I wasn’t expecting to be able to anyways”

Pete already had this all planned in his head, his wet dreams, sinful fantasies and stories were all coming true.

Vegas- “You’re just what i desire, come here hun”

And with that, the alpha pulled Pete close to him, smashing his lips on his, giving force and thrash in the kiss. Though it was intense, it truly showed how much they wanted this, how much they waited for such a moment. Vegas’ hands scrolled down to Pete’s tail, helping them both rock their bodies against each other. Pete moaned in between the harsh kisses they were so devoted too, sending Vegas shivers down his spine. He hadn’t heard anything like it, but god it was gonna be his new obsession

drug

medication

music

Vegas’ mind was completely full of infinite things and ideas, as he nonstop kissed his lover, shoving his tongue deep within his warm cavern, sending Pete to heaven already. The heat pulsed through their body, as they kept nice and close to each other, basically sharing that burning passion they had alit.

The alpha spreaded out Pete’s legs, after throwing his trousers to the ground. His eyes glistened with that red glow, showing how ready he was to just obliterate his omega with that pleasure he’s been longing for.

Vegas- “Let me put those cuffs on you darling”

Pete raised his hands up in the air, allowing Vegas to cuff them to the headboard, not to tight, enough for them to wiggle around a bit.

Vegas- “That ok?”

Pete- “Mhm, it feels nice, but i wanna touch you”

Vegas- “You will love, i’ll let you in a bit, but for now..”

Vegas pushed him down onto the bed, laying him down as he rested his chin on Pete’s, making them seal eye contact for a couple seconds.

Vegas- “Let me pleasure my sweet and delectable Pete”

Vegas growled a bit, licking his lips as his ears stood proud and ready. Pete chuckled softly at his words, but it was soon silenced as Vegas immediately started sucking his sweet spot

Pete- damn it feels so good

Pete’s eyes were shut, consuming all of the pleasure Vegas was giving him.

Pete- “Love, you’re so quick”

Vegas- “I know you well honey”

Pete- “Maybe a bit too will Vegas~”

Vegas- “I wouldn’t use it to my advantage baby, don’t you worry”

Pete smiled a little, letting out soft moans from Vegas’ touch.

Vegas- “Now, here comes the fun bit”

The alpha brought out his blindfold, brushing it across Pete’s chest, outlining his pecs with the straps of it

Pete- “Are you gonna make me wear it”

Vegas- “You don’t have a choice hun”

Pete groaned a little, laughing softly as Vegas put the blindfold on. All he saw was the darkness, and could only guess where his lover was by his scent, and movements.

Pete sniffed until he could perfectly tell where Vegas was, he had that musky rose scent, one which was flavourful and deeply coated around the man.

Pete- “Come back here baby~ D-Don’t leave me alone..”

Pete was super desperate, the pain inside his abdomen was returning, he needed Vegas to give him his medicine. Not pills, not liquid, but his hard cock deep inside of him

Vegas- “Give me a sec love”

Vegas took his clothes off, a smirk sprouting on his face as he crawled on the bed, pouncing on the man with a growl as he shoved his lips onto his, grabbing his nape as he pulled him closer. Pete was stunned for a second, but immediately gave back into it, the same strength, harshness and intensity, though filled with an immaculate amount of love and passion for each other. It seemed no one would be able to get them off of each other, they were glued together tightly, forever.

Vegas- “You taste like candy baby”

Pete gave a flushed smile, as he continued to kiss his alpha, obsessed with the way he talked, moved and kissed him. Everything about him was addicting, like a full on drug. The best kind.

Vegas- “Let me prep you, otherwise it’ll hurt real bad”

Pete- “How bad?”

Vegas- “Worse than the pain you have right now”

Pete have a cracked smile with a little worry, he was a bit scared that it would hurt. Of course, the omega knew Vegas wouldn’t purposefully hurt him. His alpha could read the anxiousness on his smile, as he held his cheek assuringly and adoringly.

Vegas- “It won’t hurt baby, and if it does, you have a safe word.”

Pete- “It’s ok, i’m fine. I trust you, it’s just i’m scared it’ll hurt nonetheless. I’ve never done this before”

Vegas- “Don’t worry my love, i promised i would always take good care of you, so i won’t break that promise”

Pete gave a warm smile, as he lifted his head up to give him a sweet kiss. Vegas’ red eyes, which seemed to be a bit more calmer than before, stared at the blinded sweetheart.

Vegas- “Sit nicely for me”

Pete sat up properly, his arms wriggling in the handcuffs. His eyes were seeing pitch black, though his nose sniffing Vegas’ scent and his ears stood up tall and proud. Vegas then put two fingers in Pete’s mouth, making him suck on them. His tongue swirled around his fingers, gasping for breath every couple of seconds.

Vegas- “Good boy, just a little more for me”

Pete continued to let his mouth play around, especially his tongue. His saliva covered Vegas’ fingers as he took them out of his mouth. Vegas played around with his cock, stroking it and getting it prepped with that pre-cum. He then stuffed his fingers up Pete’s hole, as Pete himself half screamed

Pete- “Ah!~ Ow-Oh!~”

Vegas continued to finger him, adding not 1, not 2, but 3 of his long fingers, till they hit his prostate, sending him to heaven.

Pete- “Oh god~ That’s so good, fuck!~”

Vegas- “Ready for daddy?”

Pete- “Mmh~ I-I’m ready for daddy”

Vegas- “You sure kitten?”

God Pete nearly growled at that name, though he was a wolf, being called that made him feel some things inside his heart and through heated body like warm blood.

Pete- “Mhm, your kitten is ready”

Vegas- “Good boy, flip over for me”

Pete did as he was told, having a little struggle as he couldn’t see and move his hands properly. He made sure he did it just right for Vegas. He didn’t wanna wait any longer and deal with the pain, which was getting worse.

Pete- “Hurry up baby!”

He complained, making Vegas kiss his cheek, ruffling his soft hair adoringly. The alpha knew his omega was in much pain, he also knew the first heat would be the worse with pain and harm to the body.

Vegas- “I’m here honey, i won’t make you wait for too long.”

Vegas spread out Pete’s legs even further, luckily, he was quite flexible. Who knew it would be so handy when it came to sex?

Vegas aimed his long and hard cock at Pete’s tight looking hole, as he entered him slowly. Pete half-screamed at the pain and suddenness of him entering.

Pete- “Ah~ V-Vegas!”

Vegas entered him halfway, giving him time to adjust to his size. Pete breathed heavily, his heart racing against his chest as he took the pain.

Vegas- “You ok baby?”

Pete- “Mmh~ Y-Yeah..Can you move now?”

Vegas nodded, kissing his cheek as he thrusted inside of Pete, careful to go slowly so his omega doesn’t feel much pain. His tail encircled Pete’s foot, his ears low as the pleasure got to him quick. He continued thrusting into Pete, hearing the heavenly moans coming from his mouth. Pete rustled in his handcuffs, only seeing darkness but knowing Vegas was behind it, enjoying it as much as him.

Pete- “Uh~ Fuck Vegas!~ M-More honey~”

Vegas- “Can you take it kitten?”

Pete- “Yeah~ I can take it all my alpha”

Vegas smirked a little, excited to play around with Pete’s desires and fantasies. He bend down towards his lips, sucking on his bottom lip as he pounded into him. Pete was obsessed by now, his moans getting louder and louder, truly showing how much he loved this.

Vegas- “Good Pete?”

Pete- “Mhm~ So good~”

Vegas kept on pleasuring his omega, feeling the warmth of him get better and better as he continued to pound against his prostate. Their moans, sounds of their skin slapping against each other filled the room with fire-like heat. But damn it was one that they never wanted to put out.

Pete- “Please Vegas..let me see you”

Without hesitating, Vegas took off the blindfold, revealing Pete’s twinkling eyes, little tears streaming down on his cheeks. Vegas melted a little on the inside as he kissed those tears away. He’s never want to experience Pete in tears, it would hurt his fragile heart too much.

Pete- “I..I~ I’m c-close honey..~”

Vegas- “Cum for me baby, i’m here”

Vegas caressed his cheek, kissing his soft lips as Pete came all over his abs. He groaned at the smoothing and soothing pleasure coming to him as he filled Pete with his cum. Pete felt comforted at Vegas’ words of affection, knowing Vegas was here for him made him feel so cared for.

Pete- “Mh..that was so good honey”

Pete laid down on the bed, as Vegas took his handcuffs off. Vegas sat opposite of him, their heads close to each other.

Vegas- “Do you know how sexy you are?”

Pete- “Sexy enough for you”

Vegas- “You’re such a tease, who knew you’d be this good in bed huh?”

Vegas gave his signature smirk, caressing his cheek as he laid a kiss on his lips.

Vegas- “Sleep honey, you must be tired”

Pete- “Mhm, my legs are about to fall off”

Vegas- “You’re welcome Pete”

Pete rolled his eyes, though entertained. He rested in Vegas’ embrace, feeling the love taking over the lust that was once in the room. The devotion they had for each other, the passion and admiration was limitless. It’s something that couldn’t be compared too.

Later that night..

Pete- “Vegas..”

Vegas groaned a little as he heard Pete, he stretched slightly, talking in a groggy and tired voice.

Vegas- “What happened love..?”

Pete- “I’m hurting again..”

Vegas- “Need me again?”

Pete- “I know it’s the third time tonight..but..”

Vegas- “I don’t care how many time we do it, as long as you’re well and satisfied, i’m happy”

Pete- “Awh..i love you..”

Pete caressed his cheek, kissing his sweet lips softly.

Vegas- “I love you too Pete~”

Pete- “So..can we..”

Vegas- “Get on my lap and ride the shit out of me babyboy”

Pete widened his eyes a little and the sudden switch up of Vegas. There was two sides of him, one which he loved and one which he desired

Pete climbed onto his lap, Vegas’ hands gripping his waist tightly as they kissed each other’s plump and sweet lips, their bodies against each other and their tongues dancing the night away..

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Gosh, a whirlwind, i hope Pete survived that night..

Thank you for reading! Hopefully i’ll be back soon to be able to supply you with many fanfics! <8

P.S- Feel free to request anything you’d like. I do SMUT and FLUFF. BL’s would be preferred though as i’ve watched many, so i’d be able to work on character depth and development better! :D

Thank you once more my lovelies~

-reii

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