Sneaking Around
A/B/O AU!
Summary: Alpha!Nat is your secret girlfriend that sneaks away from the Sunday church crowd to fuck you in your fathers office.
Note: some comments could be considered impious and anti-religious hehe, but I don’t want to offend anyone so… warning there, I'm just playing around with A/B/O so please excuse anything that isn't right / doesn't make sense. If it's any good i'll make it into a series. Explicit!
18+, MINORS DNI.
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Church is a performance.
The priest holds himself high above the stands as he delivers a sermon on this beautiful Sunday. His whiny voice rises and falls as he pretends that what he’s saying has any real authenticity behind it. He waves arms, calling up to God in the sky like a dramatic 10th grader in theatre class.
Your phone pings in your lap and you reach down quickly to silence it under your fathers sharp and disapproving glare.
“Off!” Your mother whispers harshly. She bends at the waist to lean across your father and slaps you with the back of her hand, waving away the phone in your hand.
“Okay, okay! Sorry.” You mumble back to her, flipping your phone into silent mode.
You look down at the screen, it’s a text from Nat:
Say it, don’t spray it Father!
You hold back a breathy giggle and your eyes immediately search for her across the hall. She’s sitting with her family a few rows up and across the aisle. Her eyes watch you, waiting to catch your gaze and she winks at you playfully when you find her.
You roll your eyes dramatically at the priest still shouting from the stand and it makes her smile.
Church is a performance because you have to sit there like you’re listening to the words spraying out of the old alpha’s mouth. Pretend that you like the heavy arm that slings around your shoulder, and your eyes aren’t constantly seeking out Natasha of their own accord in a way that feels completely out of your control.
In fact, for the whole hour you can’t take your eyes off her. The crowd seems to separate perfectly through the seats and they give you an unimpeded view of the back of her head. She turns around occasionally and her own parents nudge her arm when they notice her attention has strayed. You wish she was the one sitting next to you. Instead you're stuck with the ‘boyfriend’ your father has decided is a suitable alpha and despite your vehement protests, you will one day be expected to mate with him.
Dylan, the huge bore, seems to actually be listening intently to the priest's speech. He sits with his legs splayed out on the bench and the hand around your shoulder rests on your hair, tugging it uncomfortably. He’s from a powerful family, a “strong” - your fathers words - and large alpha who’s not completely stupid. Unfortunately for you, that means he knows how to take advantage of his status.
Your phone vibrates against your thigh and you sneakily turn the screen to look at the message coming through.
How can no-one else see that we have a literal goddess in our presence?
Another grey bubble appears:
You look beautiful
You feel your cheeks blush, she’s so sappy. Before you can type a reply, everyone starts to stand and you jump up to your feet alongside them. The group applauds the priest and Dylan enthusiastically pulls you into his side and plants a sopping wet kiss on your cheek. Inside, you gag as his tongue swipes your skin like a hot wet slug. You pretend to find it cute, smiling up at him sweetly.
As you walk out, his hand slips from your shoulder and wanders down to the small of your back. In the middle of the crowd, he drops further down to your ass and grabs a lewd palmful through your thin summer dress. You reach back to swat his hand away, feigning modesty that is really a disguised aversion to his touch.
You try to catch another glimpse of Nat as you’re led by the hand back to your fathers car. He holds a barbeque every week at the house for everyone after church. Natasha’s father is always there, he’s your fathers business partner and right-hand man, so she gets dragged along too. Something you’re perfectly fine with.
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Your fathers guests, the alphas, drink and laugh cheerfully out in the sun. You watch anxiously from behind the kitchen counter as Natasha excuses herself from the group. She slips through the back door and you watch her walk though the living room causally. You count to 15 in your head before sneaking down the hall after her.
You keep your footsteps light as you toe along the creaky floorboard when a hand clasps around your wrist and drags you into an empty room to the left. A squeal starts to escape your lips but a firm hand cups over your mouth, silencing you.
“Shhhh!” A raspy voice whispers behind you.
You turn around to Natasha beaming at you shyly.
You slap a hand to her shoulder, “You scared me!”
“Sorry, baby.” She says, “I didn’t want anyone to see.”
You look around at the bookshelves lining the room and the huge desk that overlooks the greenery outside the window. Most of the books in here are unread, only ever opened by you during the hours your father was never home.
“Jesus Natty, you chose the worst room to sneak into.” You groan at her, “this is my father’s office.”
“Oops,” She smirks.
She steps closer into your space and you instinctively lean in to hug her, your forehead resting down onto the top of her chest.
She takes a soft grip at the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair and she pulls you into a burning kiss. Her lips are soft, easy to surrender to and make you moan into her mouth. Unlike Dylan, the wetness of her tongue is delicious, you steal the tip of it between your lips and erotically suck the muscle into your mouth.
Her hips react fast, bumping into your lower stomach and she pulls you against her to increase the friction between your hips. The sucking sensation puts crude images into her mind of you on your knees for her.
She kisses you sensually, slowing down the fiery pace between you as she intertwines your hands tenderly. She pulls back slightly to look into your eyes. The intensity in her emerald gaze makes you worried, she’s looking for something in your expression.
“Are you ok?” She whispers.
Your brows scrunch up confused, “Yeah, why?” You pull your joined hands to your lips and kiss the back of her hand affectionately.
“Dylan looked like he was getting handsy.” She says softly.
She’s an alpha, she doesn’t really understand how violated unwanted touch can make one feel but she’s always been incredibly empathetic about it, always observant and cautious, even between the two of you.
“It doesn’t bother me.” You shrug, but the way you avoid eye contact when you lie to her is telling enough.
She hates it when you feel scared, she can smell it across the room, see it on your face and in your body language despite how good you are at hiding it from everyone else.
“You don’t have to do that with me,” She whispers, pulling your chin up so you’re forced to look at her.
“Do what?”
“Pretend that you’re fine.”
You run a gentle hand over her cheek, caressing the soft warm skin and trying to sooth the deep crease between her eyebrows that appear when something’s bothering her.
“You wanted to defend me?” You tease her lightly.
She grumbles something incoherent back to you. She can’t help the overwhelming desire to protect you when it happens.
You smile at her, bright and toothy, and she thinks about the sweet smile you force his way. The way he must think about you makes her furious. She feels a wild roar erupt silently in the depth of her chest and it commands that she prove herself to you. Strong hands gasp around your hips and spin you around, right away grabbing violent fistfuls of your ass. The force behind her touch sends you stumbling towards your fathers desk.
You almost faceplant into the dark wood but you catch yourself just in time, “Nat! God, what’s gotten into you?”
“I saw him grab your ass.” She growls, “In front of everyone, in front of me.”
She nips at the sensitive skin of your neck and you mewl at her aggression.
“Who does that mother fucker think he is? Hmm?”
She withdraws and steps back slightly to pull the bottom of your dress up over your ass, letting the material drape around your waist. The cool air heightens the feeling of exposure, you’ve never let her fuck you somewhere you could actually get caught.
She slips her hands inside your underwear, pulling the material under the curve of your ass and she roughly squeezes your cheeks in her fists, it feels like she’s marking the print of her palm into your sensitive skin. She pulls the round fleshy globes apart and grinds her pelvis into your exposed hole.
“He’s not mine.” You say quickly, your voice faint from the way your chest thrums excitedly at the sensation of her threatening presence against your asshole.
“Right.” She huffs, “Because you’re mine.”
“Say it.” She says, pulling the band of your underwear up to let it slap back against your skin.
You whimper at the light pleasurable sting, “I’m yours, all yours.”
“Hmmhm,” She hums softly into your ear, leaning flush up against your back. She cups your cunt in her palm and the hard bulge in her pants rubs against your hip.
Oh what your mother would say, what would Dylan think about the way you let her touch you. You hardly even kiss him. No matter how hard he tries you won’t let him grope your chest, let alone your pussy.
You spin yourself around to face her and dexterous fingers reach down to unbuckle the thick belt holding her pants up. She helps you yank her pants down her legs.
You palm her delicately through her underwear before pulling her cock out from under the waistband. She's massive and the weight of it bobs heavily in the air. Your fingers struggles to wrap around its girth properly as you give her a gentle stroke up to the base where you press your palm against her lower stomach. You kiss her lips teasingly soft, taunting her.
She growls deeply, her chest vibrating and she rips your underwear all the way down your legs. Pushing you back onto the desk, she savagely spreads your legs open and the muscles of your inner thighs complain about the sudden stretch.
You grip the edge of the desk, trying to balance your weight as Natasha moves in closer. You watch down as the space between the two of you closes and the wide pink head of her cock presses up against your entrance. Your arousal is already dripping onto her and she rubs the tip through your folds, knocking up against your clit.
She gets desperate, rutting against your entrance and she reaches down to guide herself inside. You watch the way your walls stretch around the enormous width of her, your mouth opening in a wide ‘O’, hardly able to breathe as she starts to push herself inside. The power behind her hips fights fiercely against the resistance in your walls and she moans softly under her breath.
You lean backwards with your hands behind your back, so you can stretch out to create more space for her to dig inside. It’s an uncomfortable position and you almost fall backwards from the force of her hips rutting with a strength that lifts your whole body up into the air.
"Ugh, Nat," You whimper as your arms start to shake and complain about holding your up under the force of her thrusts.
She tries to help by gripping your waists easily with her broad hands and she pulls your hips down onto her as she spears herself up and into you. Your breasts bounce under the weak confines of your lace bra, your whole body jerks back and forth from the domineering power of her thrusts. Your hands start to slip against the desk, threatening to tip you off over the back. You whine pitifully as Natasha easily pulls out and you let her yank you down off the table so she can spin you around.
“Bend over,” She says in a gravely whisper, her fingers pressing your chest down onto the hard wood surface. She grips both ass cheeks and spreads them apart to thrust herself back inside you.
With the new stability she starts absolutely pounding you into the desk. Your face squishes against the luxury dark wood and drool from your gaping mouth drips onto the surface.
She growls at the cold air and fights to push herself back inside the warmth of your walls.
“Fuck,” She huffs, “You feel so fucking good.”
She’s rocking into you passionately, her hips slapping against your ass. The crude sound of her cock driving into your wet channel reverberates through the room. Surely, anyone walking past would be able to hear exactly how well she keeps her rhythm of drilling herself inside her.
Her enormous size rips your walls open and you can’t help the small breathy moans of her name that she forces from the depths of your throat as she pistols into you.
Her heavy cockhead bangs against your cervix, brushing a pleasurable spot there that makes you see stars and your whole body trembles as a powerful orgasm creeps up on you. Your walls flutter against her and she moans at the tight squeeze against her length. Her hips slow down as she carefully rubs herself against your spasming walls and you mewl at the way she hammers against the sensitive spot inside you. As soon as your breathing starts to even out she picks up again to a brutal pace.
If your father saw Natasha like this, he’d second guess everything about how ‘soft’ she is.
She's furious, jackhammering into you and taking out her anger on your welcoming cunt. An avalanche of pent up jealousy has been simmering around her head all morning since the moment you walked into church holding his hand. The mere thought of him sitting next to you made Natasha throb painfully in her pants, her alpha screaming for her charge over and take you in front of the whole church. She’d drag you over to the front steps and bend you over the altar so everyone has a perfect view of the way she fills you.
The thought of claiming you in front of everyone, the way you whither and moan under her makes her knot start to form and it bangs into your entrance painfully with the rough momentum she maintains.
She’s not thinking clearly but through the haze she feels something blocking her hips from pressing up against your ass. You feel the hard bugle punching against you as she mindlessly tries to force herself deeper, only registering the fact that she’s not reaching as well inside you as before.
“Natty, Nat, Nat, Nat, please!” You moan her name, breathy and high pitched, your words slurring together into a long plea. Your omega needs her to knot you, it craves the connection that ties you together and binds her as part of you. It mewls inside you and you squirm and shake painfully at the empty feeling.
Natasha sees red, she hears your voice begging her and all she can do is fight harder to bring you pleasure. She steps her feet in between yours, forcing your legs to open wider to accommodate her. She lifts your hips until your toes drift from the ground and it positions you perfectly for the taking.
“Natalia,” You whimper.
She pistols into you, grunting loudly as she drives her hips forwards as hard as she can. A particularly brutal thrust tears your entrance open and you bite down hard on your fist to keep yourself from screaming as you cum. Her knot pops into you and it immediately gets stuck inside your walls that grip her tightly. The strangle hold around her knot tips her over the edge and into a pleasurable high that makes her hump into you uncontrollably, yanking your whole body back and forth against the table. She rams herself deeper and the pressure against your cervix sending you into another orgasm that curls your toes and makes you choke on the air in the middle of your throat.
When your legs stop twitching, Natasha gently lets your feet touch back down onto the ground and you take a few deep breaths as your vision comes back. Her plump lips kiss the curve of your shoulder and up along your neck. In the calm, your vision comes back and you become aware of the sweat that’s started to bead along your back, it drips down your legs and your hair clings to the dampness of your forehead.
“Shit,” She mumbles in your skin. “I didn’t mean to knot you, I’m sorry.”
She wraps you up tighter in her arms and carefully inspects your hips for bruises where she violently banged you into the hard edge of the table. Her heart thuds heavily at the purple welts starting to form around your bone and it makes her eyes start to water. She prays you weren't hurting as she made love to you.
You caress the hands that prod at your hips and start to murmur back to her how much you wanted her knot, when someone walks through the hallway and Natasha jolts upwards towards the door. You whimper at the painful way her knot tugs you up with her.
“Fuck! I’m sorry,” She whispers, “I’m so sorry!”
“Shhh,” You shush her with a finger to her beautiful lips.
You both wait nervously until you hear the footsteps retreat back down the hallway as the person finally leaves, probably going back to join the party and Natasha laughs quietly into your neck in relief.
“Are you okay?” She whispers.
You laugh softly, “I’m fine, sweetheart,” You tell her, twisting to try and face her as best you can. “Very well fucked is all.”
“Sorry.” She whispers again, this time through a huge smile on her face and not at all apologetic.
You wiggle your hips against her to check if she’d shrunk enough for you to slip out. But you curse her feracity, she’s still plugging up your entrance and you flop back down onto the desk exhausted and impatient.
“This could take a while,” You mumble, “maybe we can start cleaning this mess up.”
From your viewpoint, your fathers office is a mess. His table is covered with your sweat and everything has been knocked over - either onto the floor or scattered around the table. The draws on the other side have all been rocked open, revealing the items inside. And you don’t even want to think about the mess between your legs.
Natasha runs her fingers down your spine, tenderly massaging the tense muscles the run the length of your back.
You relax back into her, “Maybe we can pretend someone tried to rob him?”
She giggles at the blissful daze you’re clearly absorbed by. In a minute you'll be panicking again about the state of the room and she'll be frantically helping you cover your tracks.
