Someone asked me the difference between roaming, exploring and manhandling. It made me pause and think.
To have your body roamed is to be adored, inch by inch. Appreciated. Seen. Felt for every silken warmth you offer. Fingers. Gliding smoothly and caressing. Lips. Brushing, gently kissing. Tongue. Controlled, tasting slowly. The touch is deliberate, with a sense of desire and awe.
To be explored is to be admired, inch by inch. Appreciated. Seen. Prowled for every squirming movement you offer. Fingers. Touching; feeling every crease, scar and unique feature. Lips. Open, tasting and teasing. Tongue. Lapping, licking, learning. The touch is wandering, with a sense of gentleness and discovery.
To be manhandled is a different beast. It is to be taken, inch by inch, with urgency; a ferocity that cannot be subdued. Appreciated. Seen. Grabbed for every strangled moan you offer. Fingers. Digging into flesh. Lips. Pressed, smashed and dragged. Tongue. Hungry, wet and messy. The touch is intense, with a sense of lust and desperation.
Sexual tension is so hot. Two people trying to make each other desperate with so much teasing and things left unsaid, until one of them can’t take it anymore and pushes the other against the wall and fucks them hard while telling them how long they’ve waited for it
Some men like their boys smooth. Maybe even the act of shaving their boy solidifies their dominance by removing some of their boy’s masculinity. That’s certainly a Daddy’s prerogative and a good boy obeys his Daddy.
My Daddy prefers me fuzzy though. Especially my ass. He says the hair around my pussy tickles His Penis while He toys around with it before fucking me. I’d shave if He wanted me to, but everything I can to do make His Penis feel awesome makes me proud.
Summary - Your alpha finds you and your life turns upside down.
A/N - This is my first attempt at an omegaverse fic so hopefully it doesn't suck 😂
Warnings - Smut, knotting, mating bites, domestic abuse, medical negligence, violence, Dubcon kind of. 18+ Only! My warnings are not extensive so enter at your own risk.
Word Count - 5.8k
"I've got eyes on target, moving south." Jake said, looking through the high tech, thermal binoculars as he laid flat on the ground at the edge of the mountain top, looking down at the town below.
"Stay on him." Clay ordered, "We need to see where he's going."
"No problem bo..." Jake began before his nostrils flared and his cock twitched in his pants, body flooding with something he couldn't put a name on, as the most amazing smell filled the air around him, "Oh shit."
"What is it?" Clay asked with concern, stomping across the space between him and Jake.
"What is that?" Jake rasped, dropping the binoculars from his face and taking another deep inhale of the sweet scent.
"What's what?" Clay responded with a raised brow.
"You can't smell that?" Jake breathed, getting up to his feet, sniffing the air around him, "It's incredible. Smells like...oh god...smells like...mate..."
"What?" Clay gasped as Jake continued sniffing the air over the edge of the cliff. "Are you serious?"
Jake couldn't stop breathing the scent in, desperate to follow it, desperate to find his mate, like his instincts were talking for him.
"Jake?" Clay yelled, snapping Jake's attention back to him, as Pooch, Aisha and Cougar ran over to see what was going on.
"Shit, the target?" Jake fumbled, quickly grasping at the binoculars on the floor, realising he'd completely lost track of his mission.
"Forget about the target!" Clay ordered, brows and lips raised in amusement, "Did you say mate? Did you. Jake Jensen. Absolute loser and failure with women. Just say that you smell your mate?"
"Uhh ..yeah I did." Jake said shyly, scratching at the back of his neck, "I think."
The team shared surprised glances between each other while Jake rocked on his feet nervously.
"You think?" Clay responded.
"I mean yeah I can smell someone strong." He shrugged, "Smells like cherries, vanilla, makes me wanna go home, but that home is wherever that smell is. Is that...normal?"
"Well shit Jensen!" Clay exclaimed with a grin, clapping Jake on the shoulder and shaking him as Jake smiled with a blush.
"Congratulations man!" Pooch cheered, whilst Cougar offered Jake a nod of his head.
"New mission fellas," Clay announced, "We're gonna go find Jakey boys mate."
"But..the target..." Jake argued feebly.
"The target can wait! Need to find your mate before she smells you and realises you're a loser. " Clay teased, ruffling Jakes hair, while he batted him away.
"Ha. Funny." Jake deadpanned, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Just kidding buddy, I'm happy for ya." Clay said sincerely before looking at the other losers and clapping his hands together loudly, "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go find Jensen's omega."
The group whooped and cheered as they made quick work of packing up their gear, ready to start a new mission. A mission that would lead to you.
"This way." Jake ordered desperately, hanging his head out of the passenger side window, sniffing the air frantically while Pooch drove, "Shit she's close."
They pulled into a small culdesac, idling along slowly as Jake scented the area. As they pulled up beside one of the large houses, his body stiffened, filled with anticipation and want.
"This is it." He rasped nervously, "This house. Shes here."
Pooch pulled along the curb and Jake jumped out, followed by Clay and Aisha, while the other two watched on from the truck.
They stopped at the gate and Jake's hand stilled on the white picket fence,
"Fuck. Do I look okay?" He rambled, "Do I smell okay? What do I say?"
"He's losing it." Clay smirked in amusement.
"Move out of the way." Aisha scolded, nudging Clay back so she could place a comforting hand on Jake's arm as he looked longingly at your front door. "Hey, Jake?"
"Yeah." He grumbled.
"Calm down okay." Aisha coaxed softly, "You're gonna do great, she's your mate, she's gonna love you. Just be yourself."
"Right. Myself." Jake mumbled to himself, "I can do that. Sure. Here goes nothing."
He pushed the gate open while Clay and Aisha watched on proudly from the opening like adoring parents.
His hands shook and his heartbeat quickened the closer he got to the door, your scent luring him in like a siren.
His fist raised and he shook his head, scolding himself for being so nervous. He was an alpha, he could do this, he'd told himself.
The knock vibrated through the door and Jake waited with bated breath as he heard the sounds of small feet scampering along wooden floors, before the latch clicked.
Meanwhile you had been restless all day, your neck had been throbbing right over the spot where mating glands appear and you felt like lightning had shot through your whole body, like it knew something was coming.
When the door rattled later on that day, your body stilled, eyes widening in fear before a soothing smell permeated the air.
As you inhaled your breath hitched and your throat tightened, a tear slipping over your cheek as the smell of old wood and spice called out to you, mate.
You knew you shouldn't move closer, you knew you should turn around and walk away, but you couldn't stop your feet as they pattered towards the wooden door, towards home.
You shakily pulled on the lock, and opened the door, eyes falling onto the most beautiful man you'd ever seen in your life. From his blond tips and goatee down to his board shorts and flip flops. Everything about him was just.. right, but nothing was ever that simple.
"Hello can I help you?" You squeaked nervously, tamping down the desperate urge to jump into the alphas arms.
"Hi, uhh I'm Jake. Jensen. Jake Jensen." Jake rambled, scratching the back of his neck nervously, as his whole body flooded with warmth at the sound of your voice and the sight of your beauty, "Shit. Sorry I'm nervous. You're beautiful. Fuck."
"Let her talk Jake!" Clay yelled from the gateway and Jake let out a nervous huff of laughter while you watched on with a lump in your throat.
"Sorry. Hi." He repeated shyly, lips curving up into a gorgeous welcoming smile.
"Hi. I don't..." You breathed nervously, suddenly aware of the open street and the rules you'd broken, "You can't be here."
"What?" Jake almost whimpered in dejection from those few words alone.
"You need to leave." You rasped desperately, "Now."
"But..I'm..and you're...I..." Jake mumbled as his eyes narrowed and the smile slipped from his face.
"He'll be home soon, if he smells you..." You pleaded, holding back the tears that threatened to fall, "Please...I can't do this...I have to go."
You slammed the door quickly, quickly closing the lock.
"Well shit." Jake huffed before stomping down the path with his head lowered.
"What happened?" Clay asked, worry painting his face.
"She told me to leave." Jake muttered.
"What?" Aisha gasped in shock, following behind him as he made his way back to the van.
"Yeah. I dunno." He muttered shakily, "She seemed scared. Could smell it on her."
"Scared of you?" Clay queried with a raised brow.
"I dunno. But I don't think I wanna give up." Jake sighed, "Sorry. I know that sounds stupid."
"Not stupid Jake." Aisha comforted.
"They got a hotel round here?" Clay asked, directing his attention to Pooch and Cougar.
"Two blocks away, four rooms, already on it." Pooch confirmed, not even glancing up from the phone in his hand as he typed away.
"Thanks guys." Jake smiled sadly.
"No problem," Clay replied, placing a comforting hand on Jake's shoulder, "We'll figure it out."
You collapsed against the back of the door, breath heaving and heart hammering. You had just seen your mate. Yours. But how?
You'd always been told you wouldn't have one. You were broken, not complete, a worthless omega.
You'd spent your teen life watching from the sidelines as your peers went through puberty, experiencing their first ruts and heats with excitement as they finally found out their designations.
Meanwhile, you were carted around to different doctors by your alpha mother and beta father, having test after test to find out what was wrong.
The results were conclusive, you would never have a heat, you would never get your mating glands, you could never bare pups. Although it had been obvious from your anatomy and profile that you should have presented as omega, it's like your body just stopped there, like it gave up and didn't provide you with anything else, you didn't even have a smell, so how this alpha found you you didn't know.
Your mother and father abandoned you soon after, a broken omega wasn't what they'd dreamt of, didn't fit into your mother's picture perfect life, so at the age of 18, you were on your own.
Now here you were at almost 30 and you were more confused than ever. Why would fate give you a mate only for you to never be good enough, for you to not be able to do what an omega should do for their alpha. The thought alone had your neck pulsing and throbbing once more as you sobbed against the door.
"Honey!" Grant called as he stepped over the threshold of your home.
You quickly tucked the bleach into the cupboard, hoping all your frantic cleaning had been enough to dampen the overwhelming smell of the alpha that had been near your home, despite wanting to soak in his scent.
"Hey, you're home." You smiled feebly as he crossed into the kitchen, his nose wrinkled and a scowl on his face.
"What the fuck is that smell?" He snarled angrily as he crossed the space, wrinkles forming over his hairless head as he continued to scrunch up his face in disgust.
"What smell?" You said anxiously, playing with your shaky hands behind your back as your heart rate accelerated, "I don't smell anything."
"Don't play fucking dumb with me bitch, I smell another alpha." He yelled, stomping over to you and taking your arm in his fist, "You had a man in here?"
"No. I promise I haven't." You began to plead, "There was a guy, he knocked on the door that's it, I sent him away I promise."
"Do you realise how lucky you are that I chose you?" Grant snarled, nose touching yours as he bore down on you, "That I felt sorry for your broken ass and took you in anyway."
"I do." You whimpered, "I know."
You did know how lucky you were. He found you a few years ago and decided to date you despite your flaws, claiming he never wanted kids or the annoying link that came with a mating bond.
He'd had his own bad luck after his own mate rejected him and it felt like fate that you'd met each other at the time.
When his true colours started to show, you made constant excuses for his behaviour blaming yourself for not being good enough, though he made sure to remind you at every opportunity that you were correct and you were lucky to have him.
You'd moved in quickly, after only six months of dating, convinced that he was your only chance, you never imagined that one day you would have a mate of your own, one whom you already felt drawn too, like he could protect you and keep you safe from everyone and everything, including the man now leaving bruises on your arm and frothing at the mouth in temper.
"So why are you lying to me?" He growled, saliva spitting from his mouth, landing on your face.
"I'm not I swear I would never..." You whimpered
His free hand raised, thwacking through the air as his knuckles connected to your cheek with a thud. If it wasn't for his hold on you, you would have probably ended up on the floor.
"Lying fucking bitch!" He yelled while tears began pooling in your eyes and your cheek throbbed, "His smell is all over you!"
"I didn't..I..." You stammered as a lump travelled up your throat, trying desperately to plead your innocence. You knew you never should have opened that door, he didn't like when you did.
"Shut up!" He commanded.
Your jaw snapped shut, body going rigid and tears streaming down your face from the alpha command.
"Better." He growled, "Now get your ass up stairs and present for your alpha. I'm gonna show you just what happens when you let another alpha touch you."
On the other side of town, Jake was pacing back and forth in the hotel bar while most of his teammates sat with their drinks of choice.
"Something's wrong." He muttered, hands gripping his hips, "Clay. Something's wrong. I can feel it. I don't know how but I can."
"Calm down Jensen." Clay responded from his seat, "What do you mean something's wrong?"
Jake shook his head at the ground, feet still moving of their own accord as his body filled with a horrible feeling that he couldn't understand, he just knew he needed to get to you.
"I don't know," He sighed, "I just feel it. She's hurting. She's scared."
"Cougar is on lookout, he'd report if something happened, last we heard she was still at home." Clay attempted to reassure him.
Jake stilled in front of Clay, eyes widened in fear, "I'm telling you clay, something's wrong. We gotta get over there."
"Just...hang on..." Clay ordered softly, pulling his phone from his pocket and quickly pressing it to his ear, "Cougar, do you have eyes on the target?"
"Still at home, no change." Cougar confirmed through the phone.
"See, she's home." Clay sighed at Jake, pressing his lips in a flat line.
"Clay. Please?" Jake pleaded, watching as Clay's resolve snapped and his need to help his teammate and friend took over.
"Fuck fine. Okay." He said with a nod, jumping from his seat before turning to Aisha and Pooch, "Stay here. It's probably nothing. The two of us will go and Cougar will watch our six."
They responded with nods as Jake muttered impatiently to himself, "Okay. Okay. Let's go."
"Jensen. Calm down." Clay said softly, placing his hand on Jake's shoulder as they made their way to the exit of the hotel.
"Calm down." Jake mumbled anxiously, "Right. Yup. On it."
You were curled in a ball on the bed, naked and covered in bruises from the hits you'd taken. Your pussy was sore and leaking with cum while your whole body shook from the fear.
Grant was stood at the end of the bed, tucking his shirt back into his pants with a proud smile on his face whenever he glanced back at your quivering form.
Suddenly your mating gland spot began throbbing again and you jumped when a loud knock resonated from downstairs.
Grant tutted in disapproval before sending a warning snarl your way and heading out of the room.
The knock sounded again and Grant threw the door open, eyes falling on Jake and Clay who stood in the doorway, Clay's hands tucked into his trousers while Jake looked around nervously.
"What do you want?" He snapped, eyes narrowing on the two while his nostrils flared, "Who the hell are you?"
"Hello sir my name is Clay." Clay replied calmly with a smile on his face, "Me and my friend here are new to the neighbourhood and just wanted to introduce ourselves, right Jake?"
"Right, yeah." Jake muttered, glancing behind Grant into the house.
Grant inhaled, eyes zeroing in on Jake as his fists clenched.
"You!" He yelled, pointing a finger in the other alphas face, "You were here earlier!"
"Uhh...well I mean..." Jake stuttered nervously, looking over at Clay for support, as he tried to work out how to play the scenario out.
"You the one sniffing near my woman?" Grant snarled.
"Your woman?" Jake said back with an underbite of something possessive and angry at the new information.
"Yeah, my fucking woman!" Grant continued.
"Well funny story," Clay chuffed, "Jensen here is actually her mate, so if you don't mind we'd just like to talk to her, check she's okay."
"Mate?" Grant snorted in amusement, "She can't have a mate."
"What do you mean?" Jake replied in confusion.
"Ha!" Grant laughed loudly, "You think you're gonna come here and find some perfect omega to take away and cherish? Sorry to disappoint you but she's a mess, she's broken, incomplete."
Jake's fists began to clench, body tightening as Grant spoke so unkindly about his mate, the woman he already couldn't stop thinking about.
"No mating glands, no smell, never had a heat." Grant continued with a smirk, "She's useless. Can't even do what an omega should. She's lucky I took pity on her ass."
"Stop." Jake muttered before narrowing his eyes on Grant and deepening his tone, "Stop talking about her like that."
"What? You defending her already?" Grant scoffed, "Trust me when you know how pathetic she is you won't want her either."
You whimpered in pain on the bed as your body began to convulse. Pain seared through your bones, neck throbbing and body weakening, something was wrong, something more than just the bruises you'd been left with.
"What the fuck? Is she okay?" Jake yelled, hearing your cries from the upstairs of the home, "Let me see her!"
He attempted to step inside the door, only to be pushed back by the other alpha harshly.
"Stay the fuck out of my house. She's fine." Grant sneered, "Just got taught a lesson about letting other alphas near her."
"You fucking asshole!" Jake yelled angrily, instincts going haywire that his mate needed him, that he needed to protect her.
There was no warning before the first crack of Jake's fist landed across Grant's jaw, forcing him to stumble back into the home.
Grant let out an angry snarl before launching himself back at the other man, punching him in the stomach. Jake retaliated in kind, unleashing his fists onto the other man as he continued to try and gain access to the house.
You heard the commotion between the waves of nausea and dizziness, slowly making your way to the stairs where your eyes fell on the scene of the brawl on the lower floor.
"Grant." You whimpered.
All of a sudden, three sets of eyes snapped to you, bodies stilling as they watched your body turn white.
"Something's wrong." You whispered before you collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Your eyes flickered open, pain throbbing through your core and a dull ache on your neck. When they focused, you looked around the sterile room as your heart hammered in fear, confusion filling your mind as you recalled being at home and now you were somewhere else entirely.
You looked to the side, suddenly noticing a figure sitting on a chair a couple of feet away, blonde hair running through thick fingers while his elbows rested on his knees.
You cleared your throat dryly and Jake's head raised, eyes snapping to yours and relief washing through his body.
"Hey, you're awake." He said as the tension dropped from his shoulders.
He quickly shuffled his chair closer to the bed and took your hand in his, pleased when you didn't try to shrug him off.
You felt the roughness of his hands against your own and a blush rose up your chest.
"What happened?" You rasped, "Where's Grant?"
"Far away from here if he knows what's good for him." Jake scoffed with a furrow in his brow, as his thumb rubbed gently over your knuckles.
"What do you mean?" You whimpered in confusion.
"Sweetheart....Shit sorry." He mumbled to himself before turning to you with a serious expression, "But listen. You're my mate, mine. I'm not gonna stand by and watch that man beat you to death. I had to get rid of him, to keep you safe. You're mine and I want you, if you'll have me."
"You don't understand." You sniffed as a tear fell onto your cheek, "I'm not.. I'm not right."
As much as you wanted to be free from Grant, to fall into the arms of this alpha who looked at you like you hung the moon, you knew he didn't understand how wrong he was about you, you weren't right for him.
"I know about your problems." He admitted and your eyes widened in surprise, mouth dropping open as he continued, "I know and I don't care. I want you and I'll never treat you like that. I promise."
You felt a sob rip through your chest. Could you really be with your mate, could he really look past everything and take you as you were, could you be free?
"Okay..." You whispered shyly.
"Okay?" Jake repeated, lips curling up into a grin.
You nodded, blush spreading across your cheeks before your brows furrowed once more, mind racing over everything that had happened.
"How...how did you find me?" You asked curiously.
"Smelt you a mile away." Jake grinned, "I knew right then I had to find you."
"You...you smelt me..." You gasped in surprise, "But I..I don't..."
The door to your room swung open and a short beta man in a white coat walked in, clipboard in hand and a friendly smile on his face.
"Good morning, you're awake, fantastic." The doctor beamed as he crossed the space, stopping in front of the bed.
Jake's hand clutched supportively on your hand as you both looked up at the doctor with worry placing your brows.
"We found the cause of the collapse." He began, "Thankfully none of your injuries are life threatening, just bruising."
"So what happened?" You rasped nervously.
"Your body was flooded with hormones, it overtook your whole system and it was a lot to take at once." He replied, flicking the paper on the clipboard with a hum.
You only grew more confused at what the doctor was saying.
"Hormones? I don't..." You mumbled.
"Yep." The doctor smiled, "I looked over your file. Seems your last doctor was wrong, you are a perfectly healthy omega, just a late bloomer it seems. Something must have happened because it's all kicking in at once."
Jake gaped at the doctor wide eyed, flicking back to your confused expression.
"Kicking in?" You replied with a squirm.
"Yep, your glands have come in," He nodded, pointing to your neck, "Practically overnight and you are in the early stages of your first heat."
"What? Heat?" You panicked suddenly, completely overwhelmed and confused, "But I can't...I don't..."
"Doctor. I think..maybe this is a bit overwhelming..." Jake interrupted, squeezing your hand in his once more, immediately helping to calm you, "Could you slow it down a bit?"
"Right of course." The doctor sighed with a caring smile, "Has anything changed recently in your life? Anything big?"
You looked back at Jake, heart warming at just the mere sight of him and swallowed thickly.
"I'm her mate." Jake nodded, "We just met."
"That'll do it." The doctor chuckled, "It seems that the introduction of your mate has triggered your hormones to finally do what they are supposed to do."
It couldn't be could it? All you needed all this time was Jake.
"Really?" You squeaked.
"Yes, your glands are now fully formed and you are in the first stage of coming into heat." The doctor repeated more clearly and slowly this time.
"I'm not...broken?" You whispered, feeling Jake's hand clutch tightly around yours.
"You're a perfectly healthy omega and your body is doing all the things it should." The doctor said softly.
You let out a whimper as tears began to trickle down your cheeks, but not from fear, for the first time in so long, there were tears of real joy.
"Do you have somewhere safe you can go to make it through your heat?" The doctor asked and your gaze snapped to his.
"I...I don't.." You panicked, remembering that your home wasn't your home anymore.
"You can stay with me." Jake offered shyly, "If you want. I mean..you don't have too."
"Yes. Please." You gasped without a second's thought, knowing your alpha would keep you safe.
"Okay." Jake smiled, "Then you will."
"Okay wonderful," The doctor said happily, "Well in that case I just have some paperwork for you to sign and you're free to go."
"Okay, I have my shirts, some blankets, hot water bottle, water, snacks, a couple new stuffies, we've got the fan if you get too hot, the heater if you get too cold, the TV if you get bored." Jake reeled off nervously, looking around the secure hotel room while you sat back on the bed, watching him with a smile tugging at your lips, "Shit is that everything..."
"Jake." You called out.
"Yeah?" He sighed, placing his hands on his hips as he continued cataloguing the items he'd prepared for you.
"You need to relax." You chuffed.
"I'm sorry." He said, exhaling a breath before finally looking back at you, body softening at the sight of your smile, "I just...I want everything to be perfect for you, I wanna make sure you have everything you could possibly need so you're comfortable and happy."
"You've done more for me in the last day than anyone else has my whole life." You responded shyly.
"I would do anything for you." Jake replied without skipping a breath, like it was the most obvious statement in the world, while tears pooled in your eyes, "And I'm sorry no one else did."
"It's not your fault." You sniffed, swiping your tears away with your fingers.
"Well I'm here now." He said crossing the space, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing his hand in yours, "You're my mate, I'll always take care of you."
You lept forward, throwing your arms around his neck and settling yourself in his lap. You buried your head against his soft shirt, inhaling his soothing scent with a content hum.
Jake's eyes widened in surprise but he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you against him whilst savouring how right it felt to have you there.
You pulled your head back, looking deep into Jake's eyes, seeing nothing but care, admiration and something soft and deeper. Everything about him screamed safety and you could already feel your stomach tightening at the mere sight of him.
Jake's throat bobbed as he gazed back at you, palms twitching against your waist like he was holding himself back.
"Can I...can I kiss you?" He whispered softly, "Is that okay?"
You mewled deep in your throat at the request, breath caught in your lungs.
"Please." You gasped.
He breached the gap calmly, gently pressing his lips to yours and sighing into the kiss, pressing your body tightly against his chest. A quiet whimper broke from your throat at the feel of his plush lips on yours and you clutched your arms tightly around his neck.
Your lips began working against eachother slowly, soft flesh parting as you swallowed eachothers gasps before his tongue carefully slid into your mouth.
You let out a low hum as you finally got a proper taste of him, minty and fresh and so perfect. You pressed your tongue against his, grinding down in his lap as the kiss became hungrier and you felt slick leak into your panties.
"Mmm baby..." Jake mumbled against your lips, before pulling back with a pant, "Your heats starting."
"How do you know?" You asked breathlessly, eyes wide and face flushed from your make out session.
"I can smell it, fuck." Jake groaned in a low tone, "Maybe I shouldn't be here, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself. You smell so good already."
His arms began to slip from around you, attempting to let you up so he could give you space.
"So don't." You breathed, holding him tighter so he wouldn't let you go .
"Okay," He sighed with a sullen nod, "I'll go but you call me if you need any..."
"Jake, I meant don't control yourself." You smiled softly at his misinterpretation, "I want you to be here, I want to do this together."
"Fuck, are you sure?" He gasped, eyes searching your own for any sign of nerves or hesitance, for any sign that you weren't truly ready to be his.
"I am." You replied confidently.
"Okay." Jake grinned, "Then we're doing this."
An hour later you were laid back on the bed as painful cramps tore through your stomach in relentless waves.
You were surrounded by Jake's scent, his shirts lying around you like a protective barrier, while the man himself paced back and forth at the end of the bed like he was holding onto the last of his self restraint.
"Oh god. It hurts so bad." You whined, writhing around while sweat pooled on your brow.
"It's okay baby I got you." Jake said softly, despite the tick in his jaw and his rock hard cock pressing into his shorts, "What do you need? More water? I can get you a cold towel or a..."
"Need you Jake." You pleaded up at him with wide, water filled eyes, "Please."
"Fuck. Yes. Okay." He muttered, tearing his clothes from his body before they could glue themselves to his skin and he thudded over to the bed, "I'm coming. I'll look after you."
He crawled into bed next to you, cock pressing hard and weeping against your thigh. His lips crazed the skin of your neck while his fingertips brushed along your thigh, gently tickling over your slick clit.
The small contact alone had a breath of relief leaving your lungs and you bucked your hips up to get more.
"Does that feel okay?" He whispered against your neck.
"More Jake, need more." You whined desperately, bucking your hips again.
"Okay I got you baby." Jake said with a smirk at your desperation, "Here you go."
He slipped two fingers over your pussy lips before pushing them straight into your core, while you let out a satisfied groan, releasing more slick over his knuckles.
"Oh god." You groaned, back arching to chase the pleasure.
"There we go, that feel better baby?" Jake purred as he worked his fingers in and out of you, "You're sucking my fingers all the way up in there."
"Mmm so good." You moaned, loving the way he scissored his fingers inside of you, getting you ready to take his cock.
You'd never felt anything like it, never enjoyed sex, never got slick, never felt pleasure, you just did it to keep Grant happy. Now you understood what you'd been missing as Jake drove you towards the edge of an abyss you were desperate to disappear into.
Jake slipped another finger into your core, watching with darkened eyes and his mouth agape as you gushed around his hand, submitting to the pleasure only he could give you.
"Alpha." You gasped and Jake groaned deep in his throat, cock leaking over your thigh.
"What is it omega?" He purred lowly, "Tell me what you need."
"Need your knot alpha, please." You whined impatiently.
Jake's last shred of restraint snapped and his fingers left you the second the words left your lips.
He hovered over you, arms braced either side of your head and looking down at you like a man who'd been starved for years and you were the first morsel of food he'd seen.
"Last chance to back out baby, if you want me to stop." He offered with a ragged breath.
"Please alpha." You whimpered with a pout.
He surged down onto you, slipping his tongue straight into your throat as you gasped and he rutted his cock against your folds, nudging your clit.
You moaned against him, feeling his lips curve up into a smile.
When the head of his cock pushed through your folds, your lips parted from each other's while you let out a loud groan at the stretch, the girth of him like nothing you'd ever felt but so perfect.
"Fuck 'mega." He mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck and taking your hps in his strong palms.
With a few incredibly sensational thrusts, he buried himself inside of you, letting out a satisfied breath of relief when his cock was fully seated inside your wet cavern.
You could only mewl, whimper and moan as he began a fast pace with his hips, pistoning himself inside of you and slamming against your cervix.
"Gonna fill you up 'mega, gonna take my knot so good." He groaned into your skin.
Every slam of his hips sent you closer and closer to the edge, bliss just a stones throw away. You threw your arms around his back, clinging onto him like you were afraid to let go of the one thing keeping you anchored to earth.
"Gonna mate you 'mega, gonna claim you." Jake continued in a lust fueled rant, as he too was overtaken by the sexual bliss your cunt was providing him.
"Please alpha." You whined, "Wanna be yours."
Jake's head snapped back, staring you directly in the eyes as his breath left his lungs.
"You really want that?" He gasped almost shyly, despite currently dominating every part of you.
"Yeah," You breathed back, "I want too Jake, I wanna be yours."
"Oh fuck." He groaned happily, shoving his face back into your neck as he rutted harder and faster before, knot beginning to swell inside of you, stretching you in the way only he could.
A few moments later, you let out a cry of pleasure, when Jake's teeth grazed against your mating gland, before sinking in slowly.
Your cunt pulsed at the sensation, body filling with his essence, with everything that was him, his safety, his care, his strength, his love.
Your coil snapped and your pussy clamped down on his cock as the blissful high washed over your body.
Jake's cock twitched in response, knot full and locking inside you as he reached his own orgasm and began filling you with ropes and ropes of warm alpha come.
Electricity zipped through your spine, brain fuzzing and ears warming as your orgasm rushed through you, eliminating all of the pain you had been experiencing not long before.
When it washed over you, you slumped back against the mattress, panting heavily, eyes glazed with happiness.
Jake released your skin from his teeth, carefully lapping up the small pool of blood before placing a tender kiss against your mating gland.
His cock stayed nestled inside you, locking you together while he continued to fill you with his seed.
"You okay?" He whispered, placing a palm along your jaw softly.
"More than okay." You smiled, "Better than I've ever been."
Give me stuff give me tea give me whatever you want ms jae 🌻🌻🌻
Tell your husband happy birthday, Mrs. Rogers!
Chris Evans was my first real celeb crush. I remember watching Fantastic Four, saw the reckless flirty Johnny and thought yeah, "I liiiiike him" 😀. Being that I was 9, I didn't yet realize actors could be in many projects, look vastly different, and didn't think to search an actor's name up. I began to suspect something when I kept thinking "Yeah, I liiiiike him" watching this blue eyed man who looked suspiciously like Johnny Storm in The Nanny Diaries... Scott Pilgrim... Push.... it was CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE FIRST AVENGER WHEN I SAID ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, WHO IS THIS MAN?! And finally paid attention to the end credits 😭 He is so iconic to me for the Left Boob Grab, his giggles, and transparency about anxiety.
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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Steve Rogers is the only man to ever make you feel good. Much to your despair, there are days when he's away and you're left all alone, with no one to love on your body. So you do what you should— ask Steve to teach you how to touch yourself. After all, he's the best, isn't he?
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut [guided masturbation (steve guiding reader) fingering, clit play, nipple stimulation, spitting, male masturbation, pussy job, pussy pronouns, steve knows your body more than you do. shirtless steve because his body is tea(ch). praise.]
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.3k
𝐀/𝐍: goodnessssssss!!!!!!! cate you're torturing me with these asks i have no idea how you manage to hit me straight in the feels with every single one. i started writing for mr barber but then I was like....wait a minute... i wanna write steve. And this kinda escalated.
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The room smelled like sex and patience. Nothing but his gentle words and your soft mewls in the air.
You had told him, hours ago, with a shy smile on your face and an urge to please in your heart, that you didn't know how to touch yourself—not like he did. How your touch just didn't feel the same. How much it pains you when you can't bring yourself to feel good when he's away on missions that last entirely too long.
And then he had told you, in that steely voice of his, to go up to the room, take off your clothes, and wait for him.
And wait you did.
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Hands folded neatly in your lap as you sat on the soft duvets, clothes tossed somewhere near the end of the bed. You were shivering with anticipation of what was about to come.
You barely heard the soft click of the door as he walked in, steady and slow footsteps that echoed in the quiet of the room.
“You listened,” the words dragged you out of the haze you had been in, like cold water on a fevered body. “You're precious, aren't you?”
You felt a gush of arousal seep down your wet and waiting hole, coating your inner thighs with shame and excitement.
Steve Rogers had a way with his words, and you were known for falling victim to them. Even when he chose silence, one look, one glance from him was all it took to drive you to madness.
Smiling— pleased with you—he stripped off his shirt with deliberate slowness, never breaking eye contact. Every measured movement emphasized the hard lines of his shoulders and the thick curve of his biceps. His bare skin glowed under the soft light of the lamps, the raw strength corded in his muscles a sight to behold.
Dragging the chair to face you, he sits down heavily, his eyes never once leaving yours. His bulge was clearly visible underneath the soft material of his sweatpants, and you found it endearing that he was just as affected as you, despite the control and restraint he put on so perfectly.
“Now…” he begins, eyes drifting towards the headboard. “Get comfy.”
Dragging yourself till your back rested on the soft headboard— thanks to Steve and his immaculate choice in furnishing to make sure the time he spends with you in here doesn't leave you hurt— you look at him as he pulls out his half hard cock, palming it gently in his hand.
“Tell me, baby, what you do when I'm gone.”
A wave of shame took over you as you remembered the times you touched yourself in his absence.
“I use my fingers, an—and that toy you got me.”
He hums, a quiet acknowledgement to your words, already imagining how pretty and pathetic you must have looked rubbing yourself, crying out his name.
“Show me.”
A shaky breath leaves your lips, and you part your legs open to give him the full, unobstructed view to your slick pussy. The cool air of the room in your hot centre, along with his unrelenting gaze making you squirm in your place.
He doesn't react in loud, showy ways—merely a clinical observation of something that seemed mildly intriguing. He leans back, arms crossed as he waits for you to start.
You were drowning in nerves. He had seen everything, he had touched everything, yet touching yourself—presenting yourself in front of him like that seemed like the most wicked thing ever.
Stop it! It's Steve. Your Steve. He'll take care of you.
Your hands were shaking, fingers unsteady as you reached down to gingerly touch your mound. You look up— seeking his approval— as you press down on your clit with two of your fingers.
“Tsk-tsk,” he clicks his tongue. “That’s too hard, baby. Slower. Warm your body up.”
You yank your hand away, biting your bottom lip as you figure out how to warm your body up. Usually, it was Steve’s lips on yours, trailing kisses down your neck and your chest, his hands that groped and caressed your soft body that made warmth spread all over. But without him?
He seemed to understand exactly what was going on in your mind as he chuckled at your confused face.
“Touch your tits… just like I do. Play with your pretty nipples for me, baby.”
God… he really was going all in.
You nod your head as best as you could. Your brain was feeling all dizzy from just how intense the situation was. Just how vulnerable you were. Just how loved.
You drag your hands up your stomach, feeling your skin break in goosebumps as you go higher and higher, reaching the curve of your breasts. You caress them with gentle hands, squeezing them lightly—just feeling their weight and softness in your hands.
You reach higher still, and the first brush of your hand against your still soft nipples made you jump, the sensation so foreign, so powerful for something so menial.
You slowly run your hands over your sensitive nipples, heat curling low in your belly with each soft circle around your slowly hardening peak.
Once completely hard, you pinch them between your thumb and your forefinger, twisting and turning them slowly.
“Just like that…doesn't that feel so good?” he rasped, and you look down to see him stroking his cock, now completely erect and leaking precum in shiny pearls of white.
“Mmhm…s’feel so good,” you whine, already breathless.
“Good girl. Now spit on your tits. Get them all nice and shiny.”
Your eyes went wide at his words. But you did exactly what he told. Collecting saliva in your mouth, then spitting it straight down your chest. The thick, warm glob dripped down slowly, marking its trail across your sternum.
You swipe your fingers over the sticky wetness, dragging it over to cover your tits, circling your nipples. The extra slip it offered made the act so much more filthy. Your nipples were now pebbled into achy, hard buds and the more you rubbed them, the less it felt like relief and more like punishment.
On the armchair, Steve looked like a mess. A controlled mess, but a mess nonetheless. Pupils blown wide, chest panting, lips parted as he breathed in harsh inhales and exhales.
Seeing you like this was something out of his dirtiest dreams, the fantasies he has when he was young and stupid were now playing out in front of him and he didn't know how to stop himself from ruining the moment, take control and lose himself in you.
But he knew he had to.
For you.
For him.
“Does that hurt, baby? Too much for your tits?” He coos, voice rough like gravel but somehow still sickly sweet.
“Show me that pussy, love. Show me my girl…” as much as he liked seeing you toy with your tits, he needed to see you become a mess.
You nod, eyes half lidded already as you take your wet fingers to your pussy, parting your wet, sticky folds open with your fingers, baring yourself completely to him.
You hear him take a sharp inhale as he watches your juices drip down from your hole, clenching around nothing but air as it begs for him. Your clit was swollen and throbbing, dancing in the dim lights.
“You're so pretty… my pretty little girl. Did you miss me?”
His pretty little girl. He was talking to your cunt. You couldn't help the whimper that bubbled up your throat, far too gone at the way his words wrapped around you.
He squeezed his cock at the base, angling it just right so you could see his swollen head that shined in the dim lights, all the mess he'd made before even cumming.
“I miss you too, sweets. Just as much as you miss me.”
This time, you weren't sure if he was talking to you or your pussy. And you didn't care. Not really.
“Steve….please!” You whined, loud and shameless. You couldn't wait anymore, you needed him so bad.
“I'm here with you, aren't I? Just do as I say,” He purrs, amused at how needy you were for him to continue his instructions.
“Swipe your finger up and down your lips, baby. Play with the mess your pussy made for me.”
Your eyes close shut as you dipped your finger down to your drooling lower lips, running your fingertip up and down the soft, slippery skin.
You hear a strangled groan, and wet, stroking noises that sped up with each passing second. The veins of his neck were bulging now, the restraint threatening to snap each time your finger dipped in your pool of nectar.
“Fuck— just like that. Now touch your clit, little taps,” his brows furrow as he demonstrates the movement on himself, tapping the head of his cock softly, precum leaking out with each one.
Your mouth felt empty all of a sudden. Wanting to be full of him, his taste, his scent as he used you for his pleasure. He was the prettiest man you'd ever seen and how you got to call him yours was still a mystery to you.
One you don't think you'll ever figure out any way, but you're grateful for whatever past you did to deserve him.
You slowly pull at the hood concealing your clit from him, revealing it completely.
Tap!
Your back shot straight off the bed in a clean arch, pleasure shooting down your spine in intense bouts.
It was anything like you’d ever felt before. The teasing, the wait, the way his eyes bore straight into you and captured every single move, every single twitch of your body —it was too much.
“God—Steve! I—”
“You're doing so good, angel. Don't stop...” he hissed, squeezing at the base of his cock like you would.
You moaned out his name, though barely audible, drowned out in your pathetic mewls and cries.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Three consecutive taps and you could feel them in your limbs, running through your nerves endings and settling deep inside.
“Fuck…” he growls. “Put them inside. Slowly.”
You made an incomprehensible noise, somewhere between a yes and a curse.
Teasing your finger against your clenching opening, you slowly dip inside, just to the fingertip.
You felt so full.
So warm and wet and fluttery inside. So fucking tight.
You pause, chest rising up and falling down in a frantic pace, trying to get hold of reality.
Steve seemed to do the same, waiting for you to start moving again, just holding and caressing his heavy, full balls in his hand.
You cry out, your legs shaking violently as you push inside more. Down to the first knuckle, then more and more till you couldn't take no more.
You try to find that one spot inside you, but you knew damn well you wouldn't. It was only him that could do so. He knew your body more than you ever could and he prided himself in it. Being so in tune with you— owning your pleasure.
You pull your fingers out, a string of your wetness dragging out, connecting your hand back to your pussy. And then slowly plunge them back inside.
You do it over and over— curling your fingers upwards as you feel your walls tightening with each pass. Your jaw fell open as you feel the heat rising in your core.
You were close.
And he was too.
You could tell. His abs tightening, his hands shaking, his eyes fluttering close, and his breathing going ragged. He was close.
“Cum on me, Steve. I want your cum on me…”
His eyes tore open as he registered your words. He nods, a haste and shaky move, as he stands up and comes closer—climbing on the bed. Never once stopping stroking and twisting up and down his hard cock.
He leans down on you, shielding your body with his bigger, stronger one. His blue eyes looking straight through yours, then falling down at your bitten lips.
He doesn't give you another breath to take, instead engulfing your lips with his. The kiss wasn't soft, it was all biting and panting and licking inside each other's mouth, pouring into each other what words never could.
You felt his cock drag through your folds, and you whined into his mouth, your hands grabbing at his broad shoulder, feeling his bare skin.
He rubs the head of his cock over and over your already overly sensitive clit, massaging it in ways he knows would ruin you. Breaking the kiss to look down at where you two met, he groans as he feels his balls tighten painfully. He was at the edge of falling and he didn't want to stop. He couldn't.
Your face was contorted with overwhelming pleasure, your chest brushing his with each heavy breath you took. Your nails were digging into his skin painfully, sure to leave marks.
“Cum for me, baby. You're being so good for me, so fucking good.”
Your vision blacked out, sparks all across your eyes as your orgasm hit you.
You screamed into his skin as you found yourself drowning under its waves, too deep to ever get back up.
He shuddered above you, biting your neck to muffle his moans as he cums all over your pussy. The hot, sticky, spurts of his release painting you a sinful white.
He kept rubbing, riding out both of your orgasms, dragging it out for as long as possible, as much as your bodies could take.
“God, sweetheart. I love you…” he whispers, once your breathing slowed down and you returned back from the depths of your orgasm.
“You're my best girl.”
This might be the hottest thing I've ever written someone come give me a medal.
a/n: the request for DBF Steve Rogers comes from @veltana and i'll be honest, i may have gotten a little carried away with this one 🤭 DBF Steve is just so dreamy and hot, it's not my fault this fic ended up longer than all the others. anyway, hope y'all enjoy!!
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Dad’s best friend Steve Rogers spends his birthday being absolutely tortured by you at your parents’ Fourth of July party.
He’s warned you plenty of times that you need to be careful about your parents finding out about the two of you. If you dad learns of your relationship in the wrong way, it could irreparably damage their friendship, your relationship with your parents, and wreck your entire lives.
Steve wants to protect you from that—and maybe he wants to keep you to himself just a little bit longer.
But he knows you’re growing impatient with him, and that’s made clear from the moment he walks into the backyard of your parents’ house to find you wearing the tiniest red, white and blue bikini. You’re chatting with some other girls from the neighborhood, so much of your beautiful skin on display, Steve can feel himself chub up in his swim trunks.
Using the case of beer and the bag of ice he brought to hide his growing bulge, Steve adjusts himself, forcing his eyes away from you and that skimpy, sinful bikini. He greets your dad and helps add the ice and beer to a cooler, catching up with his friend while diligently refusing to look in your direction.
However, as soon as your dad is gone, leaving Steve with a group of men their age, he can’t help but let his eyes find you in the small crowd milling about in the backyard. Your eyes are hidden behind a pair of sunglasses so he can’t see your full expression, but he’s certain the impertinent smirk on your face is for him.
Steve drags his attention back to the conversation he’s in the middle of, but when your high-pitched shriek rings out, he nearly gets whiplash turning and looking for you to see what’s wrong. By the time his eyes find you, you’re already giggling, the glistening wetness of a spilled drink dripping on your skin, trailing between your tits and down to your navel.
As he watches, you turn and jump into the pool to clean off, the rest of the girls and some guys your age joining in. Steve is unabashedly watching your every movement, grunting every once in a while to the people around him, thankful for the sunglasses he’s wearing so none of the men will know he’s staring at their host’s daughter.
He can feel himself growing hard again as he watches you splash about and laugh in the pool, playing some kind of game with the others. Steve’s control is beginning to weaken, and he’s just about to excuse himself to go into the house and cool off when a guy from the neighborhood—a guy Steve knows for a fact has asked you out before—swims up behind you and grabs your hips, lifting you up and tossing you into the water.
Red-hot rage and bitter jealousy swirls in Steve’s gut and before he can stop himself, he’s storming off, his bare feet pounding on the deck before he bursts through the sliding door to the kitchen. The door makes a satisfying thunk as he slams it behind him, and he sucks in a deep breath, trying to let the silence of the empty kitchen calm him.
He tosses his empty beer bottle into the recycling beneath the sink and grips the counter hard enough he’s worried he’ll dent it or hurt his fingers. He can’t think straight, he can’t see straight. All he can see is another man’s hands on your body when it should be his hands on you. It should only ever be him touching you.
The quiet whoosh of the sliding door opening and closing brings Steve back to the moment, but he still clings to the counter. It’s the only thing stopping him from flying off the handle and doing something reckless—like hauling you into his arms and kissing you senseless in front of your parents and the entire neighborhood.
His back is to the door, so he doesn’t notice you until you’re beside him, your hand skimming down his taut forearm until you can slip your fingers into his palm, pulling his grip away from the counter. He softens his grip so he doesn’t hurt you and turns to look at you.
Your eyes are sparkling with mischief, a self-satisfied smirk on your gorgeous mouth as you begin to tug him in the direction of the stairs leading up to the second story. “C’mon,” you murmur, your eyes darting to the door to make sure no one’s there. “Before someone sees us.”
Steve’s fury abates at the eagerness in your sweet voice, and the lust in your pretty face. Words stick in his throat. He wants to talk about the jealousy that had driven him inside, but his cock is urging him to give in to you. The desire to claim you is too strong, so he follows you upstairs and into a bedroom at one end of the hall.
It only takes a single glance for Steve to realize it’s your childhood bedroom, with evidence of your life scattered everywhere, a few stuffed animals mixed in with posters and memorabilia of the music and movies you’d loved as a teenager. It should make him feel shameful, like a dirty old man trespassing in your room, but you haven’t lived here in a long time, so he’s only exasperated as he turns back to you.
“What’re we doing, sweetheart—” Steve’s question is cut off as you launch yourself at him. He easily catches you, your mouths sliding messily against each other in a sloppy, greedy kiss.
Tumbling you down onto the bed, Steve covers your smaller body with his broad form and kisses you hard, pouring out all the frustration he’s felt this afternoon into you. His lips and teeth and tongue are punishing, hungrily devouring you until you’re moaning wantonly against his mouth.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” he growls, his hands roaming your body, pushing your bikini top aside and groping your tits roughly, your skin cold and damp from the pool. He can feel your nipples harden beneath his palms, your back arching to push your tits into his big hands, and that just brings back his fury. “Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? Is this why you let that guy put his hands on you, to make me jealous and furious and fucking ravenous for you?”
You don’t even have the good grace to look repentant. A smirk curves your pretty, kiss-bitten mouth as you stare up at Steve. “Did it work?” you ask, raising a brow in challenge, reigniting the anger in Steve’s gut.
His only answer is a vicious growl, his hands yanking on the ties of your bikini bottoms until they come free. He tears the minuscule scrap of fabric away from your body like it’s offended him before doing the same with your top.
Your hands are already fumbling with the front of his swim trunks, undoing the tie and shoving them down until his dick springs free. It slaps against your thigh softly, his precum leaking onto your skin, and Steve makes another possessive rumbling sound in his chest, liking the idea of marking you with his seed.
Steve makes quick work of yanking his shirt off, and then the two of you are naked. He suddenly remembers where you are, looking around at all the evidence of your early life, and he realizes again he should feel like a dirty old perv, but he can’t seem to bring himself to.
Instead, he focuses back on you, fisting his cock and rubbing the tip up and down your dripping slit as a depraved grin spreads across his face.
“Am I the first person to fuck you in your childhood bedroom, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice equal parts condescending and entreating. “Or were you sneaking boys up here when you were in high school, going all the way while your parents were just down the hall?”
You roll your eyes and make an impatient sound at the back of your throat, bucking your hips to try to take Steve’s cock inside your pussy, but he pulls it away. Using his grip on the base, he smacks the heavy head of his dick against your clit, making you twitch and moan beneath him.
“Be honest,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, pushing the tip of his cock into your tight cunt before pulling back and leaving you empty. “Be honest with me, sweetheart.”
“No,” you cry, your eyes blinking away tears of frustration to meet his gaze. You’re petulant and pouty, but finally answer his questions. “You’re the only one I’ve ever snuck up here, Steve.”
Steve stares at you for a moment, trying to discern if you’re telling him the truth or just trying to appease the jealous beast inside him so he’ll fuck you. When he decides you’re being honest, Steve lets loose his most charming grin, notching his cock at the entrance of your pussy and thrusting inside until he’s buried balls deep in the tight, perfect sheath of you cunt.
“DADDY!” you scream, so loud it nearly gives Steve a heart attack.
He slaps a hand over your mouth, growling reproachfully in your ear, “Baby.” His breath is sawing in and out of him, and he’s barely keeping it together, because your wet, warm pussy is gripping his bare cock tight. All he wants to do is fuck you into next week, but he knows he has to be the responsible one. “Be careful,” he warns. “We can’t get caught.”
You’re nodding, fat tears spilling down your cheeks, and when he’s sure you won’t scream again, Steve relents and pulls his hand from your mouth. “I’m sorry, daddy,” you blubber, sounding truly repentant.
Steve sighs, gently kissing the tears from your cheeks. “I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs soothingly. “You just love my cock that much, don’t you?” His tone turns teasing and before he knows it you’re giggling and nodding, agreeing with him, a happy smile on your pretty face. “You can be quiet for daddy, can’t you?” he asks, just to be sure.
“Yes, daddy,” you chirp sweetly, and Steve has to wonder why you can’t be this agreeable all the time. It would make his life easier.
But, Steve realizes, then he might not love you as much. Because, to him, you’re perfect exactly the way you are. Overcome by emotion, Steve ducks his head and captures your mouth, pouring his feelings into the kiss as he begins to fuck you.
Steve knows the two of you have already been gone from the party for too long, and every stolen moment you both risk someone coming to look for you, so he doesn’t bother to take his time. He fucks you hard and fast, pounding into your cunt raw, and it’s the thought of having nothing between you that sends him careening quickly toward his release, words spilling unbidden from his lips.
“Gonna fill you up, baby—gonna pump you full of so much cum, you’re gonna be leaking daddy’s seed for the rest of the day,” he groans, loving the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him so perfectly.
“Oh god, please, daddy,” you squeal, your voice thin as you try to stay quiet like Steve asked. “Fill me, claim me—I’m yours, daddy.”
“You are, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Steve asks, the question rhetorical. Then suddenly, a need strikes him and he can’t stop himself even if he’d wanted to try. “Mine to breed.”
A cry bursts from your lips, you pussy clenching hard around Steve’s cock, and he knows you like the sound of that just as much as he does. So he goes on, pure filth spilling from his lips and straight into your ears.
“Want daddy to put a baby in you, sweetheart?” Steve growls, his voice half mocking, half serious. “Want me to knock you up in your childhood bedroom? There’ll be no hiding that you belong to me anymore if I do—I’ll have to put a ring on your finger and tell everyone you’re mine.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, Steve, oh my god, yes,” you cry, your thighs clenching tight around his hips, your legs winding around his waist and holding him tight against your body, until he can only rut into you with short, deep strokes. “Knock me up, daddy. Wanna give you a baby—please, please, please, I want it.”
“Gonna give you a baby for my birthday,” Steve growls, his mind half gone from the sheer pleasure of your tight warm cunt gripping his bare cock. He fucks you harder, grinding deep between your thighs to rub against your clit. “Gonna make you all mine, baby—forever.”
Steve watches you unravel from his words and his cock, pleasure stealing the breath from your lungs so you can only let out a silent scream. You clench tight around his cock, and he’s lost. He cums deep in your cunt, spilling his seed right against your cervix while your pussy milks him dry, hoping like hell it’ll take root in your womb.
He’s barely caught his breath before you’re kissing him sweetly, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and holding him tight. His arms dig beneath your back, clutching you just as close.
“Can we tell my parents about us now?” you ask, your voice deceptively innocent.
Steve has to laugh, dropping his head to your shoulder as he chuckles against your skin, still damp and cool from your dip in the pool. He presses a kiss against your clavicle, making peace with the fact that he’s completely in love with a sweet, manipulative menace. Then he lifts his head and gives you a stern look.
“Did you do all of this to convince me it’s time we tell them about our relationship?” he asks, even though he already knows you did. It’s taking all his energy not to let loose the grin that’s tugging on his lips while you continue to play innocent.
You give him a too casual shrug and Steve has his answer before you even open you’re mouth. “Well, we should probably tell them before you knock me up,” you say, raising a brow in a sardonic expression. “I think it might make them way more mad if we don’t tell them until after you’ve gotten me pregnant.”
Steve knows you’re right, and he’ll admit that to you later, but for the moment he can only kiss you and be grateful you hadn’t given up on him for dragging his feet and keeping your relationship a secret for so long.
He’ll give you what you want by telling your parents about the two of you, and then he’s going to knock you up and put a ring on your finger—maybe not in that order, although he’s not sure if he can help himself.
Still, in that moment, with his cock still buried deep in your body, his seed seeping out of your well-fucked cunt, he makes a vow to himself. Steve Rogers is determined to put a baby in you before his next birthday, and if that means telling your parents about your relationship as soon as possible, then so be it.
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steve rogers' birthday across the multiverse masterlist
He is more than capable of carrying you - all of You. Your concerns, fears, and desires. Your past. Your present. He can carry everything you’ve got. You’re not a burden to Him; He wants to carry you and has invested time and effort to ensure your dependency upon Him. In the process of making you fully His, He’s engrained Himself so deeply in your thoughts and psyche that He is now your entire world and you struggle to think for yourself. You struggle to remember what life was like before Him. Noting or no one else matters other than Him - His pleasure, His favor, His needs and desires.
He’s not just physically strong enough to carry you; He’s emotionally strongly enough as well. He knows who He is and He knows who you are and doesn’t give a fuck what others might say about. His strength and confidence gives you the safety and assurance to jump into His arms for all the world to see. You cling to Him, not because you’re afraid of falling but because you can’t get close enough to Him. In His strong arms you feel safe. Loved. Cherished. Owned. Protected. Known. Accepted.
A straight man may see something in another man's physique that he admires and he can acknowledge to himself that the man is sexually attractive while not being sexually attracted to him. Straight men reflect back to one another an ideal to aspire to.
Gay men may see a man like this and lust after his body because he epitomizes stereotypical masculine traits which they often do not associate with themselves. They want to "consume" that which they do not have, as if by doing so they will somehow be endowed with his masculinity by association. Or they want to be used by him to fuel and affirm their feelings of inferiority.
I am a submissive. I see in Him everything that I am not, and nothing that I aspire to be. I celebrate His masculine power and strength by accepting all the ways we are different. It need not be a demoralizing or self-hating comparison. Unlike a slave to a Master, I don't feel inferior to Him; I respect Him and His role. Building Him up does not mean I have to tear myself down in the process.
What I see is dominance. What I feel is the promise of safety and protection. What I want is for Him to choose me and lay claim to me possessively and with steadfast determination. I will worship His body and learn how to please Him as an act of gratitude, not possession or to fulfill my own sexual needs.
I can take care of myself. But I still dream of someone who would take care of me, not out of obligation but out of their own innate desire to rule and own and protect. Someone who doesn't see dependency as a bad thing. I dream of someone strong enough to make me feel safe and valued. And I understand that a dom can have all these traits and not look like a muscle god.
Because dominance starts in the mind and heart before it ever gets to the body. I crave the intimacy that's possible between a dominant and His sub. I often wonder what I could accomplish every day if I felt safe. If I felt owned. But in the absence of that, I behave as a man my age should, putting on a brave face and creating a world where I'm self-sustained and independent. And I give to others in abundance without expectation of any reciprocity, because it's in my nature to do so.
It's a real thing. And it's an invitation for those of us who feel perfectly at home nestled between a Man's thighs. Whether we're leaning back against His chest or inhaling the musky scent of His crotch as we savor the opportunity to debase our mouth for His pleasure- between His thighs is our place of safety, comfort, and belonging.
On cold winter’s night, I left work early,
Went to the gym for a good workout.
Worked up a sweat, then to steam room and a shower.
But as a started to dress, I had trouble putting on my socks,
Eyes distracted by this gorgeous hunk
Standing to my right….
His lovely ass was like full Moon,
Firm and round and teasing me to look.
He put on his shorts, then slipped them down,
Sensing that he had my interest very hard.
How to close the deal and make intentions real?
I coughed and suddenly he turned around.
Blue eyes locked onto mine,
His bulging member growing in his groin….
I said, “How long have you been a member?”
“I’m pretty new at this,” he said.
“Well then, I could show you around—
Maybe work out together. You seem to be in shape.”
His vision wandered up and down my body
As he said, “Yeah, I appreciate the offer.
I’d like that very much….”
“I’m Jim,” he said and thrust out his warm hand.
“So I’ve met Jim at the gym, eh? I’m Brad…
Would you care to stop by for a beer?”
“Damn,” he said. “You don’t waste any time.
And I’m thinking not wasting time would be good….
Lead me on….”
And so I did just that, lead him to my place.
Poured him a beer before I kissed him,
Stripped him of his clothes
And took him to my bed.
I loved the gruffness of hair on his face,
His open mouth alluring my tongue inside.
Musky smell of skin was erecting no defense.
I wanted him. I wanted him so bad.
“God, you’re good at being bad,’ he whispered.
He whimpered as I took him in my mouth,
Sucked him deeply to the core.
Then I licked his hanging globes,
Took them one by one into my mouth.
My tongue seemed to have a will of its own,
Pushed further south below his balls,
Then to the final goal, the whole of him,
Quivering, pulsing, thighs flexing on my head,
Finger probing past his ring, warm and wet inside…
As his hips began to thrust, I could tell—
He wanted me. He wanted me so bad.
I pushed him on his back and forced his legs apart,
Took his lovely ass into my hands,
My larger Earth holding him in orbit.
I entered him raw, driving hard and deep
As he moaned into my ears and begged for more.
“Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I want your seed inside.”
I gave him all I had; all he wanted, held nothing back—
Flooding him, pleasing him, loving every minute
As he opened like a budding flower.
Then he came, gushed upon my chest,
Warm and sweet as cream.
He did not want me to let him go.
He spent the night and then the day,
And then a second night he stayed.
How long this might last,
I cannot say; but I am getting attached,
Having fun together in this Jim.
Pull the rubber off and breed me. Some years back, there was a guy who used to hang out at Park & Ride occasionally. He drove a big old pickup. He looked a lot like this guy. Big. Kinda rough looking. He was definitely a construction worker. You could tell by the condition of his truck (his flatbed always carried tarps and tools and wood and the interior cab had empty 7-11 coffee cups) and by his clothes (he always had sawdust on his green or blue chinos) and by his thick, calloused hands. The first time I climbed in the passenger door he was sitting there resting a coffee cup on his thigh. He was wearing chinos and a workshirt his knees were parted in a sexy, masculine way. He was wearing beat up Redwing style workboots. I could smell the hot coffee. I could also smell wood, machine oil, and his BO. He had no hair on his face, his thick forearms, or his hands. Not a trace. He asked what I wanted to do. I replied, “I want to suck your dick.” He answered, “That sounds good.” Then he put his coffee on the dashboard and undid his baggy chinos. He opened his fly and slid his pants down. Not one single hair on his smooth muscular legs. Then he opened the bottom 2 buttons on his shirt. As the shirt fell open it exposed his dick, again no hair whatsoever on his cock, balls, or stomach. He said, “I know I look strange with no hair. I have a condition called alopecia. I don’t want to take steroids, so I’m completely hairless and smooth. If you’re turned off I’ll understand.” I responded with, “ You have a really beautiful dick and I’m gonna suck you so good.” It was summer. The windows were closed. I could smell his musky body. I was so horny and my mouth was watering. I laid down across the bence seat. Put my left arm beside his leg under my chest as I laid my head on the slight paunch off his belly. His skin was so smooth. Some men have really thin skin, like there’s no fat beneath it and you can feel the muscles underneath, while other men have thicker skin. There’s a cushiony layer of fat under it and it feels sexier and supple. That’s what his skin was like. It was incredibly erotic. Inhaling while my right hand caressed his nuts and his hardening dick I could smell that sweet-sour cock sweat. As he became fully erect his foreskin slid back and that familiar acrid tang of piss was making me drool…and I slurped. He exhaled, spread his knees a little wider, slid a bit lower in his seat, and said, “No one’s touched me like that in years. My wife won’t come near me. She even sleeps in a different bedroom.” Without responding I held the base of his fat hairless cock and began lick and clean and savor it. Slowly I made my way down each side of his shaft licking all the sweat off his skin. Then I cleaned his balls and licked out that crease between his balks and his inner thigh. I took my time and he was loving it. After cleaning him I sucked his cock slow, sloppy, and with hunger. He’d say, “I’m getting close,” and I’d pull away and either work on his balls, or lick out his navel, or lick and kiss his thighs before returning to suck his throbbing meat stick. It had to be 100° inside the cab of his pickup. My tee shirt was saturated as sweat was trailing down my back. And little beads of sweat would run down from his chest and pool up in a dimple that should have been covered by pubes, but thankfully wasn’t. When I’d see his sweat collect I’d shift my mouth from his cock to that little sweat oasis and drink it up then return to sucking his dick. Finally, he couldn’t hold off any longer and said, “I’m gonna cum. Oh gahd, I need to cum. Watch out.” While continuing to suck, I pulled his right hand off my shoulder and onto my face so his fingers could feel my lips around his cock. I was latched on real good and was able to pair the pull of my suck to the pump of his cum. I swallowed each jet of his seed without ever breaking suction. All he could say was, “Oh my gahd. That was incredible.” We saw each other a lot that summer.
Matt is one of the nicest guys in my office and he’s also a huge flirt. He’s straight and knows I’m gay so occasionally (I have no idea why, lol), he’ll ask me for fashion advice. I"m always encouraging him to ditch the 90s-style baggy look and go for something more tailored.
“Lose the baggy look,” I tell him. “You have a great body. I don’t understand why you insist on hiding it under that baggy shit.”
“C’mon, Todd. I’m too big!”
“A lot of guys with big asses wear tailored pants.”
“It’s not just my ass that’s big,” he says with a sheepish grin, “…if you know what I mean.”
I just roll my eyes. “Not really, but I’d like to find out.”
“Of course you would.” he says with a wink. Then he turns to leave my office,
“Wise ass,” I say as he walks away, giving me yet another view of that big, meaty ass shifting in his dress pants.
“I think you mean BIG ass!”
“Yeah, whatever…” I say.
I know I’ll soon be in the men’s room, beating my meat, and thinking about Matt and his, uh…bigness. I think he knows it too.
I wait for him to return after a long day at work so I can get down on my knees, unlace his shoes, slip them off, and massage his big, tired, sweaty feet. He loves the way I rub them, and he rewards me by covering my face with their soles while he fondles the bulge in his custom-tailored Italian wool trousers. I inhale the sweet, salty aroma through the slightly damp socks before slowly removing them to reveal beautifully shaped feet with perfectly trimmed toenails (I did them myself!) I suck on each one lovingly, encouraged by his soft moans. Then I hear the clink of his belt buckle being unfastened, and the sound of his zipper. Big, heavy balls tumble out of the opening as he holds the thick, veiny shaft of his cock and points the oozing head in my direction. I know what he wants next, what he needs…and I am very willing and eager to oblige. A man like him works hard and deserves to be serviced.
My new boss, the CEO of the non-profit I worked for, was hosting a barbecue for the staff and it was there that I met her husband, Michael, for the first time. “Officially” met, that is.
I wondered if he remembered me. I certainly remembered him…and the impressively large cock he was showing off at the urinal in the men’s room of that downtown hotel. I remembered how he commanded me to “suck that cock” as I swallowed and nearly choked on the fat piece of succulent manflesh. I remembered how he came like a geyser, his cum dribbling out of my mouth and leaving a few drops on my shirt. I remembered him patting me on the cheek before he zipped up, leaving me in the stall to clean up. I remembered the many times I jerked off, imagining how that big dick would stretch my hole while he fucked me.
“Nice to meet you, Mike,” I said,. His firm handshake and the scent of his cologne were sending heat to my groin, but he looked as if he was seeing me for the first time.
“The pleasure is mine,” he said with a wink. I blushed as my boss excused herself to welcome another guest and Mike leaned in closer.
“You know,” Mike said, lowering his voice, “I remember what a hot cocksucker you are.”
“And I still think about that cock of yours when I’m fingering my hole.”
He reached into his pocket and handed me a business card.
“Believe me, once I’m inside you, that will be all you think about. You’ll need to call in sick the next day. ”
“Mmmm…I can’t wait, daddy. Just promise not to tell my boss.”
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