No good deed goes unpunished
Beta!Jake Jensen x Omega female reader x Alpha!Curtis Everett
summary: You try to help a Beta in trouble, to set him free from the slave ring. But it's so hard to part with Jake. For the first time you don't feel so lonely. So maybe you could keep him?
warnings: Omegaverse. A/B/O. Collaring. Slavery. Hint at Master/pet (very light and more of a role play). Consensual (Jake is very much into it). Oral (f receiving). Abduction. A single spank. Touch-starved Reader. Use of "good boy" and "bad boy."
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Author's Note: I really liked writing this one and I wouldn't be surprised if I return to them in the future. It's highly possible. I feel there's a lot of exploring here, not only of the smutty kind 🤭 Prompt for this day was bad boy and I addressed it in two different ways. One: Jake being called "bad boy", and two: Curtis' bad boy vibe.
this is day 5 of the Kinky Monster Cocktober
“Bad boy!” Your scolding didn’t come off as harsh at all. It was too much of a petulant moan.
Your hand in Jake’s hair tightened and you tugged on his blonde strands, yet still rocked your hips into his mouth with eagerness of someone who didn’t mind that little bite he delivered to your inner thigh, despite attempting to reprimand him for it.
How could you not like it, when Jake’s mouth proved to you over and over again how skilled it was. Or maybe how responsive your needy pussy was.
The way he would kiss your folds as he would your mouth - sometimes sweetly at first, gently coaxing you open with his tongue; other times hungry and demanding, for a moment reminding you that he was (by designation) higher in the hierarchy than you.
He’d lick you up like a treat, suck on your clit like the sweetest candy, rolling it out on his tongue, too. He’d add his fingers; the number of digits depending on factors you didn’t yet discover (sometimes when you called him a good boy, other times when you forgot about your role in all of it and begged sweetly please, please, please).
Your role was to demand from him. To have him worship you and bring you pleasure. To provide all the other sensations, far more precious to you than sexual completion.
In theory, owning a good boy Beta was an easy to handle dream come true, but you never really thought it through.
The whole purchase was an impulse. Not even a filthy one.
You entered the underground market (with a gun in your purse and a knife in your boot to protect yourself in case of the worst scenario) for the off-brand pills to help you survive lonely heats. Money, thankfully, wasn’t much of a problem. You had a steady income, though on the lower side, from which you meticulously saved to form a nice cushion of savings. Buying pills every quarter didn’t dent it.
However, buying a Beta did.
You always bowed your head and scurried away from the market when you passed the slaves auction. Perhaps it was cold of you, lacking humanity, but you feared being snatched up yourself. You had no one to protect you, or look for you if they captured you.
But when you saw Jake on that dirty stage, impressive in his half-naked form, but so soft and innocent looking on his face, you couldn’t just walk by. His beautiful, blue eyes held a lively spark in them even as he was forced on his knees on that stage.
You couldn’t let some depraved asshole break that sweet boy.
Man. Okay, Jake was definitely very much a man. You got to experience that quite a lot since you bought him. But he had that boyish charm, that innocent excitement and eagerness, like he refused being tainted by the ugly world, despite all the shit that happened.
When you bid on him, nearly frantic with fear of it backfiring, you caught a few curious glances, but no one threw you out of the place. One man tried to outbid you, but he didn’t push further when you topped his price. Less than five minutes and Jake was yours. Your savings account nearly depleted.
After the money transfer was finalized, they gave you a bracelet with a code given only to you. It was locked around your wrist, though you’d be easily able to take it off with the provided code. The bracelet was a controller for the chipped collar around Jake’s neck. The only “upper hand” you had over the muscled Beta.
You wanted to simply let him go. Release him and help him return to his homeplace.
But as he quietly accompanied you toward your home, a comforting sense of security and warmth settled around you.
It’s been years since you felt somewhat safe when walking the streets. Years since you had a company, at all. And he wasn’t only present. Jake started talking.
Simply chatting you up, with no malice towards you. Had he sensed you weren’t some wicked pervert who wanted to hurt him? That wouldn’t be hard to guess, you figured. Not only were you an Omega, naturally inclined to be nurturing and caring, but you didn’t fit the rest of that cruel crowd.
Before you left the underground market, you bought Jake a shirt and a hoodie, so he wouldn’t have to parade half naked through the city. And so that he could hide the collar.
You really planned on letting him go. After feeding him. And letting him take a shower in your apartment. And maybe buying him a ticket if he needed to get out of the city. Really.
But then you noticed how warmer your apartment felt with the Beta singing under the shower. You couldn’t help the happy smile on your own lips as you prepared dinner not only for yourself, but for someone else. Your brain went a little primal stupid when you studied Jake’s body as he curiously looked around your apartment.
You didn’t ask him to do anything that first evening, instead just telling him to share your bed since the couch was definitely too small for him. He undoubtedly noticed your lack of confidence. Definite lack of a dominant streak. But he still followed your request, making all sorts of contented sighs as he snuggled under the soft covers.
The next day Jake simply asked himself if you’d like him to do something else for you. You nearly choked on your words as you asked him to touch you.
Out of all the things you could’ve asked for it was that touch-starvation you often cried your eyes out after you needed him to fulfill, if only for a single day.
Jake was so gentle and reverent with you that first time. Perhaps it was his way to thank you. Or maybe he didn’t want to spook you with wilder needs. Maybe, a part of you considered, he was using physical intimacy to distract you so he could get control over your bracelet and disable the collar around his neck.
You wouldn’t blame him. You decided you wouldn’t fight it if he tried, letting him run away and simply cherishing the very few moments of intimacy and belonging.
But Jake didn’t try to rip it away from you.
You wondered if maybe he didn’t have anywhere to go, and being with you was a nice alternative to the emptiness of dark streets. You tried not to think he was only enjoying your body until he had his fill.
Because even with the way you attempted to play the Mistress, often calling Jake a good boy when he pleasured you (something, you noticed, he eagerly responded to), he could flip the tables on you quite easily.
Sometimes, you considered if you might like that.
For most of your life you had to rely on yourself in all aspects. It would be so nice to have someone else make all the decisions. To provide for you and take care of you. Even to take from your body, instead of you having to figure out how to deliver pleasure.
But being the one holding the reins gave you a sense of safety. So you spread your legs and told Jake to get on his knees for you; which he did, despite your tone lacking true commanding tone.
He was so fucking good at it, too. Always making you shake and drip. Even that bite he added - something harder, but calling to some primal need in you - it increased our arousal rather than depleting it.
When you admonished him, Jake looked up at you with an unrepentant grin. His glistening mouth opened, undoubtedly to respond with a sassy remark, but a loud crash interrupted him.
It was the crash of your entrance door being kicked open. Right out of its hinges.
Jake immediately jumped to his feet, his muscles flexing in readiness to fight. Was he protecting you? But as quickly as his posture tensed it eased back into relaxed - relieved! stance.
Which you didn’t understand as a huge, scary looking man barged inside.
He was bigger than Jake. Bulkier, too. Looking roughly as someone who might as well belong to the dangerous crowds in the underground market. He probably would have no problem killing at least one third of them before anyone got a scratch on him.
Dressed all in dark: heavy boots, dark jeans, a leather jacket thrown over a black henley. His hair was buzzed short, and his beard, though neatly trimmed, didn’t smooth his rugged looks.
If you saw him on the street - far on the other side of the street - you’d categorize him as a bad boy. But that wouldn’t be sufficient enough. He was a man who ate bad boys for breakfast.
He prowled forward, with fingers clenching and unclenching, as if he was deciding if he should punch or rip out pieces of flesh.
He took a look at Jake. For a split of a second something warm flashed in his eyes, reflecting a similar relief that Jake oozed. He gripped Jake by the shoulders and pulled him in for a tight hug.
Then his eyes zeroed in on you. The cold darkness in them was a dead sentence.
He jerked toward you with a growl, but Jake pushed against him.
“Curtis, wait!” Jake tried to keep him from lunging straight at your trembling, exposed form.
You whimpered in dread, quickly pushing your dress down to cover yourself, then lifting your arms up in front of your face to protect yourself from the blows about to land on you.
“Alpha!” Jake calling out the designation seemed to finally stop the beast in his tracks.
Alpha. You peeked through your fingers at the heaving man. It didn’t surprise you he was an Alpha, he definitely looked and smelled the part. Not only that. He was Jake’s Alpha. And he came for Jake. For his Beta. A member of his pack.
You were terrified, yes, but at the moment a part of you broke from sadness. You never had a pack. Never had someone care for you in any way, until Jake. When this Alpha, Curtis, snaps your neck, no one would mourn your loss.
“I’m okay, really.” Jake kept his palms pressed against Curtis’ chest. “She’s not part of the snatchers. She didn’t hurt or mistreat me. She actually saved me, I swear. Took care of me.”
“She keeps you here.” Curtis growled, baring his teeth. “Collared,” he spat with disgust at the metal around Jake’s neck.
“Oh, that?” Jake swiped his fingers along the chipped collar without an ounce of discomfort. “That’s because she’s a shy cupcake. Could’ve broken her control bracelet anytime, but with it she felt more confident asking me for things.”
You felt heat burn your cheeks. Not only were you going to die, but also be humiliated before meeting your final end.
“You willingly stayed collared so she wouldn’t be shy about asking you to please her?” Curtis gave Jake a disbelieving look then shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering: “Of course you did.”
“She’s lonely. And sweet.” Jake said much softer, glancing at you with affection that made tears sting under your eyelids. Then his smile widened into a grin, as he added - “And she likes to cum. A lot.”
Curtis' attention shifted back to you. He wasn’t placated. Your heart was beating wildly, ready to rip its way out of your chest and seek survival elsewhere, certain your body was about to be broken into pieces. As the Alpha stalked toward where you were seated, another squeaky whimper escaped your lips.
He gripped one of your wrists, forcing your hands to uncover your face. His icy blue eyes held yours as he pinched the metal of the bracelet with two of his fingers. It took him a moment, but the metal easily bent under his strength. He dropped it to the floor and crunched it under his boot, all the while holding your gaze.
Then, slowly, it dragged inch by inch down your body.
Your dress was flicked back over your knees and your legs were pressed together tightly, yet it felt as if the Alpha saw the sticky mess between your thighs.
Could smell it, too.
“A caring cupcake that likes to cum a lot, huh?” He rubbed the inside of your wrist with his thumb as his eyes flicked back to your face.
Perhaps, there wasn’t much murderous intent left in the dark glint of his eyes, but you didn’t feel safe yet. Quite the contrary, the new intensity with which Curtis was assessing you now, made you squirmy.
“You’ll fill that need aplenty-” his mouth curved into a smirk- “when you have a whole pack to please.”
In a swift move he lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder.
You shrieked, kicking your feet helplessly. It didn’t do much for your position, with Curtis’ steel arm banded around your thighs. Your fists banging against his muscled back didn’t make any impact, either. Was he made of bricks?!
A sudden, hard smack to your bottom, made your breath hitch.
“Settle down, cupcake.” Curtis ordered, marching toward the exit. “Or I’ll flip your dress up and let people see what a sweet, wet Omega cunt I got for my pack and my knot.”
You complied instantly. Out of fear of him following with the threat. But also out of sheer mortification at how your clit tingled in response to it.
“Oh, hell yeah!” Jake fist pumped the air with one hand, ripping his collar off with the other.
