First Times
Relationship: John/Smitty/Matt
Word Count: 3,700
TAGS: omegaverse | mating | smut | threesome | emotional sex | safe, sane & consensual | first time | knotting | crying
this is a part of bigger project so I will not be sharing much plot wise
“Are you sure?”
“Matt, if you’re gonna ask me that one more time I’ll cuck you and only mate with John.”
The beta perked up at the mention of his name, setting the bottles of water onthe nightstand as he shuffled closer to the pair on the bed. John stepped behind Smitty, hands reaching up to land on his shoulders before sliding lowerto wrap around his chest and pull a little closer.
“Jaren.” Matt lolled his head slightly to the side, giving the curly-haired man anunimpressed look and reaching his hand out, fingers interlocking with the other. “You know why I ask.”
Smitty sighed, eyes closing briefly as he took a moment to collect himself and lean more against John’s chest. “I know,” he started, squeezing Matt’s palm with a small smile. “and I appreciate it, but it’s getting ridiculous, okay? I want to mate with both of you, I know it will suck for me, but I’m willing to suffer a bit.”
John rumbled behind him, hands squeezing a little tighter around his shouldersbefore loosening again. “We’re marking you last.” He spoke into Smitty’s hair, breathing in the faint scent of vanilla buttercream before he let go of the omega to climb onto bed. Smitty watched John shuffle around the nest with amused smile, laughing quietly when the beta groaned “son of a cunt!” under his breath at being unable to really stretch his legs. John shot him a glare, reaching for the younger and dragging his body to his side before shoving him against the plush covers with a smile, watching Smitty’s laugh turn to a wheeze as he sprawled on the bed. “Fuck you, bitch.”
“You’ll do it in a minute.” The omega replied almost instantly, catching his breath and enjoying the subtle blush that covered John’s cheeks. Matt nudged John with his knee, his hands sliding down to Smitty’s hair as he looked at the older man with a silent question, glancing at Smitty and back up again.
“Right. Smits, may I?” John looked down, his fingers twitching slightly as he traced Smitty’s cheekbone, ghosting over his jawline and down to the scent patch that covered the other’s glands. The omega slowly closed his eyes, leaning his head to the side and giving John the silent permission he needed.
John let his fingers slide along the patch in calming circles, low murmurs of “you’re okay” falling from his lips as he carefully peeled it off. They were hit with a gentle wave of sweet, vanilla buttercream scent, milky and heady in a way that reminded of home. It seeped through slowly, blanketing the room in comfort — even though Matt picked on the notes of nervous anticipation.
The beta let his eyes trail over the glands, gaze turning soft at the jagged, uneven scars that adorned the delicate skin. It was an ugly sight, one that Smitty always covered, not taking off the patches or turtlenecks even in the safety of his house. Neither Matt nor John pushed, letting him keep this little piece of protection from the outside world.
Matt sneaked his hands lower, thumb gently brushing over the raised skin and bringing a shiver out of Smitty at the featherlight touch. The alpha immediately jerked his hand away, but Smitty turned his head, craning his neck to look into soft brown eyes. “It’s not painful, just sensitive.” He sounded breathless already, cheeks taking on a rosy hue as he looked at Matt with nervous excitement. The older slowly returned his hand, tracing old scars with his fingertips and watching Smitty’s eyes flutter shut, breathing growing just a little heavier.
John let out a low hum, leaning forward to nose at Matt’s neck, tongue darting out to taste the bitter tang of citrus zest on his skin while his hands slid up and down Smitty’s sides in calming manner. The alpha rumbled appreciatively, stretchinghis neck, letting John’s teeth scrape against his throat and tongue lap right along his pulse point.
“You needy whore.” Matt huffed with no real bite in his tone, and the beta wasn’t even hiding his eagerness, silently nodding his head as his hands started dipping below Smitty’s sweater to slide along his stomach.
“Fuckin’ right I am, you taste so good, Mattie.” John breathed roughly, kissing right below Matt’s ear before leaning away with great effort. He took a long moment to collect himself, glancing between Matt’s calm, confident gaze and Smitty’s blown out pupils. “Fuck, I want some OJ now.” That draws a laugh out of Smitty that quickly switches to a shuddering gasp as Matt pulled on his hair and pressed a little harder against the sensitive glands.
“Come on, John,” Smitty tugged at his shirt with a breathless smile, nuzzling his cheek into Matt’s arm before shifting in place to lay more against the alpha’s thigh. “we both know you wanna go first.”
“Okay—okay, just…” John laughed a little, feeling jittery and drunk on pheromones already. He let his hands roam over Smitty’s belly and chest, take in the curves appreciatively as he slotted himself between the younger’s legs and caught Matt’s gaze with his. “You’re gonna mark me while I ride Smit.”
The reaction is immediate – Matt’s gaze darkens, rumble slipping from his throat at the image while Smitty throws his head back with a low groan. The omega nodded eagerly a few times, his hands sliding down to John’s hips to fiddle with his belt while Matt reached out, tanging his fingers in John’s hair and tugging roughly for a kiss. The beta went easily, standing on his knees with his arms propped against Smitty’s chest as Matt licked his bottom lip, John’s mouth opening easily to deepen the kiss.
Smitty couldn’t take his eyes off them — craning his neck to get a better angle at the two openly making out above him, his fingers deftly undoing John’s belt and popping the button open as he watched Matt bite the plush lips teasingly. The alpha wore a pleased smile, the smell of bitter citrus getting heavier as John let out a small noise of pleasure.
They lean away from each other when the beta struggles for air, sharing one breath for two with how close their lips are. John’s chest heaves beneath the shirt, nails digging slightly into Smitty’s soft, pale skin — and Matt licks his lips like a smug bastard, leaning his head to the side, baring his throat for him. “Go on.”
John can’t help the groan that slips from his lips, mouth watering at the sight of unmarked skin and the unspoken promise. Matt tugs him by the hair closer, makes him nose the underside of his jaw as John presses a kiss to the gland, laps the bitter taste with his tongue and finally sinks his teeth with a purpose.
Smitty can feel how much the claim affects them, feeling John’s cock harden fully beneath his palms and Matt’s thighs tense, holding back on the urge to thrust his hips. He can smell the dew and petrichor blending with the citrus, can feel arousal crawling up his own body from all the noises they make.
John rocks his hips forward, his dick pressing right against Smitty’s inner thigh as the younger tugs his jeans down, watching with utter fascination the way the beta leans away from Matt’s neck, leaving a permanent mark behind.
While John moves away briefly to take off his pants the alpha leans down, his pupils dilated and gaze hungry as he catches Smitty’s mouth in a demanding kiss. The angle is awkward, and their lips messily slide against each other, but it still makes the omega melt, small whine building in his throat that Matt immediately swallows.
They can’t stop kissing, leaning away only to hungrily gulp air before tasting each other again. Smitty feels John’s hands on him again, sliding from his sides down to his hips and tugging the soft fabric of his pants along with it. The younger breaks the kiss to hastily lift his hips, letting the beta take off the sweats and his briefs completely. Matt doesn’t waste time, leaning further down trail hot kisses along Smitty’s neck, teeth grazing his pulse point before he sucks the first hickey onto the pale skin.
The omega is momentarily overwhelmed — lips trailing his heartbeat along his neck, hands sliding up and down his hips, dipping between his legs to spread them by his inner thighs. Smitty hears his own noises, short rasps and breathy moans falling gently from his lips as he arches his back off the bed. Matt claims his mouth again in another hungry kiss, his hands roaming over Smitty’s hoodie and settling on his chest before leaning away with a heavy gaze.
“Eyes on me, Smits.” John murmurs with a hungry smile, crawling on Smitty’s lap and letting his hands rest on the other’s thighs, rings digging into soft skin. The beta didn’t bother taking off anything besides his jeans and underwear, the tip of his cock barely rubbing the lowest button of his shirt. He ground his hips once, twice, enjoying Smitty’s breathless whines and Matt’s low, hungry rumble that sent shivers down his spine.
John lifted his hips slightly, one hand sneaking back to grab the omega’s dick and line it, pausing briefly when hands shot up to his hips and a small, concerned noise left Smitty’s throat. He let out a soft chuckle, slowly pushing the tip of Smitty’s cock inside and groaning at the sensation. “I’ve prepped before, was hoping it’ll go the way it did.” That was all the explanation John provided as he sank lower on omega’s cock, biting his lip to muffle the groan that broke from his mouth.
Once fully seated, Smitty’s grip on John’s hips became gentler, thumbs caressing the dip of his hipbones as omega shut his eyes and nuzzled his cheek into Matt’s thigh with a whine. “Fuck you feel amazing.” The omega rasped quietly, rolling his hips once to test the beta and earning an approving moan in return. He did it again, this time nudging John up slightly with his hands before dropping back down, both moaning in pleasure at the feeling.
They set a slow but deep pace, with John bouncing up and down along Smitty’s cock, lifting his hips until only the tip was inside before dropping back down, curses flyingbfrom his mouth in-between the moans. Smitty helped him with his hands, holding the beta steady and thrusting up halfway to meet his hips.
“Look at him, Jare, bouncing on your dick like an eager whore.” Matt spoke softly right against Smitty’s ear, his gaze never leaving the beta’s body as he watched him get lost in the pleasure. John’s head was thrown back, chest heaving with each movement, throaty moans and filthy whines falling from his lips as his hands gripped Smitty’s thighs for dear life. “But this isn’t enough for you, is it? No, you want to be claimed, by me, by Smitty, taken and used for our pleasure like a needy slut you are.” John whined at the words, the noise high and vulnerable as he shook his head up and down, glancing at Matt with pleading eyes.
“Get o—over here and f—fucking claim what’s y—yours then, pussy.” Even though his words were demanding, the tone of John’s voice tipped dangerously close to begging, his eyes zeroed on his alpha’s fangs that peeked behind plush lips.
Matt didn’t need to be told twice.
The alpha stood on his knees, one hand supporting Smitty’s head on his thigh while the other stretched forward, easily tangling in John’s long locks. He tugged harshly, making the beta crane his neck more with a pitiful whine, baring his throat to Matt’s hungry gaze in a show of submission. The younger leaned closer, his tongue peeking out to lap a broad swipe across John’s glands, giving the sensitive skin a soft skin before his canines broke the flesh.
John cried out, the bond between them finally connecting as he sank fully onto Smitty’s dick and felt his thighs shake. The sensation was like nothing else, pleasure momentarily blinding him as he suddenly approached orgasm, feeling his cock twitch against his stomach and his hips grind on Smitty’s lap to prolong the feeling.
Matt eagerly lapped at the glands, the bite red and angry against his tongue as he watched the beta come undone. He let John catch his breath, everything coming to a stop as the elder tried to gather his bearings, to really feel the bond between him and Matt and let aftershocks rock through his body. It was short-lived though, as Matt tugged him by the hair again, until his lips were right against John’s ear. “Now keep bouncing until you make Smitty come like a good whore.”
The beta let his hazy gaze focus on the mentioned boy, taking in his red face, awestruck eyes and the way small noises of pleasure kept falling from his lips in-between each breath. “Come ‘ere.” John shuddered, leaning down and wrapping his shaky hands around the other’s shoulders as he tugged Smitty to sit upright, with Matt shuffling closer until Smitty’s back was firmly against his chest. “God, y—you already look fucked out.”
“Yeah, and you already— fuck— came on my cock.” Smitty gritted through his teeth, another moan falling from his lips when John started moving again. The omega let his head fall against Matt’s shoulder, whines and hisses of pleasure filling the room as his grip on John’s hips tightened, moving along with each thrust and closing his eyes when he felt his own orgasm approach.
John’s unfocused stare caught Matt’s heavy gaze, the alpha glancing down to Smitty’s neck with barely noticeable nod before he started whispering praise in the younger’s ear. The beta understood the hint, squeezing his arms tighter around Smitty when he felt his cock twitch inside him. John leaned down, his breath hot and heavy, uneven against scarred tissue as he let his tongue lap carefully at Smitty’s glands. The omega shuddered, whining high in his throat with his eyes rolling back in pleasure. Teeth grazed the sensitive flash and Smitty bucked his hips one last time, biting back a cry as his orgasm washed over himand John’s teeth sank with intent.
Smitty couldn’t hold back the sob, his eyes squeezed shut as pain overtook his mind. He knew it would be rough, knew the pain was coming with his decision to mate the two, but in the moment, it was so blinding tears easily gathered in his eyes and fell down his cheeks. His whole-body shook, both pain and pleasure mixing in a dangerous and overwhelming sensation that he had to go through, clinging to John desperately.
The omega could hear muted words, soft voices full of admiration and love whispering in his ears as he tried to take deep breaths. He felt John lick the mark carefully, afraid of bringing more pain, felt Matt kissing his temple and cheek, still speaking softly to him. “That’s it, Jare, it’s done. You did so good, baby, so perfect.” The alpha’s lips dragged against his skin with each word, handsdrawing calming circles on his sides while John kissed each indent the bite left.
“F—fuck, and I g—gotta do it again? This hurt l—like shit.” Smitty mumbled through tears after a few minutes, laughing softly while John brushed the tears from his cheeks and carefully slid off his cock. Matt chuckled behind him, hand snaking below his sweater to rest possessively on his belly. John huffed an amused breath, leaning in to capture his lips in a sweet kiss, tasting salt and desire on his lips. “J—John, can I?”
The beta nodded, leaving another kiss on Smitty’s lips before slowly guiding his head to his neck. The younger stared at the mark that was already there for a long moment, feeling his breathing pick up slightly at the idea of sharing the bond. Smitty let his lips touch the glands gently, tongue sliding along the bite to taste the dew and citrus, his mouth watering just from the idea, before sinking his teeth.
John went still, low moan slipping from his lips as he burrowed his hand in Smitty’s curls to keep the omega in place, letting the bond fully form. Smitty let out small, pleased grunts, leaning back only a little to lap gingerly at the new mark to the sounds of shuffling behind him.
“Fuck, I can’t believe we’re doing it.” John murmured after another moment, feeling Smitty’s lips curve into a smile on his neck and watching Matt finally undress. “Come on Smits, one more to go.” He nudged the younger gently, watching with amusement as he reluctantly leaned away and turned to face Matt fully.
“Sorry to break the sweet moment but I’m still horny.” Matt flashed them a smile, sliding closer and claiming Smitty’s mouth in a searing kiss. The omega groaned against his lips, already feeling fresh sparks of arousal simmering in his gut as he leaned heavily against John. “I’m gonna fuck you, face to face so I can see every expression you make. You’re gonna claim me while I drive me cock into you again and again, and when you’re close to passing out I will knot you, claim you, so you can be ours forever.” Smitty let out a keen at Matt’s words, feeling slick running down his inner thighs while John groaned appreciatively behind him. “Sounds good, Jare?”
“Fuck yes!” The omega nodded enthusiastically, spreading his legs while he caught Matt’s mouth for another kiss. He felt the older lifting his thighs slightly, dragging him further up on his lap, Matt’s cock nudging against his entrance a few times purely to tease. “Don’t tease…” Smitty rasped with a slight pout, leaning his head down to rest his forehead against Matt’s shoulder.
With a low chuckle, the alpha slowly started pushing in, feeling Smitty tense a little at the feeling before relaxing in his arms again. He didn’t stop until he fully bottomed out, the omega squeezing him tightly before mouthing his neck.
Matt started moving after a few minutes, slowly at first to get used to the feeling of tight warmth squeezing him and let Smitty adjust, each thrust deliberate and slow as they felt pleasure spark their nerves. Then, the younger scraped his teeth against Matt’s glands, and it made the alpha thrust roughly, hold tighter to the soft body as he picked up the pace. But Smitty didn’t stop, moans and whines slipping from his throat as he kissed the sensitive skin, the previous bite mark with devoted fever. Teeth finally sank into the flesh, with promise and purpose, Matt growling low in his chest as Smitty clung to him and didn’t let go until he was drunk on bitter citrus.
As soon as Smitty’s teeth were away Matt shoved him down on the bed, right into John’s arms. The beta immediately slid around his head, turning it to the side and capturing Smitty’s lips to swallow all the pretty noises he made. Matt leaned more, hooking one leg on his shoulder and dropping the other on the bed in favor of grabbing Smitty’s hand to interlock their fingers.
The alpha picked up the pace, slamming harder into the pliant body beneath and watching Smitty fall apart more and more with each thrust. John kissed around his mouth, his cheeks and forehead, and Smitty melted into gentle affection as much as the pleasure that Matt brought with each drag of his cock inside him. The omega felt the knot starting to form, more and more with each hard thrust, his moans getting higher and needier from the idea of being one with his alpha.
“A—alpha, please— wanna— need you? P—please?” John watched Smitty ramble, choking on his own words as moans slipped between his desperate begging. The beta wrapped his hands around the younger’s head, tilting it to the side slightly and taunting Matt with the sight of his claim. “Close— close s—so close—" Smitty babbled, looking between them tearfully in need for more.
Matt finally snapped, pushing his hips forward and grinding them against Smitty’s thighs, slipping his knot inside with guttural groan. He felt the omega twitch beneath his body, a short, pleasurable sob falling from his lips as another orgasm rolled through his body. The elder leaned down, nosing against the glands briefly as his own body rocked through overwhelming pleasure, and bit the sensitive skin.
Smitty cried out, body tensing up as pain shot through him like a bolt, mind too overstimulated from different sensations. He felt more tears running down his cheeks, sobbing openly as he struggled to catch his breath.
It felt like forever, but slowly, Smitty could grasp reality again, blinking blearily at his two mates with tiredness and affection. “Did so well for us, Smits, so good.” John pressed more kisses to his cheeks, to the corners of his eyes and on his eyelids, getting rid of remaining tears. “You need anything?”
“C—can you grab my hoodie? Don’t wanna s—sleep in this.” Smitty’s voice sounded rough, but he didn’t complain, nodding gratefully when John gave him a thumbs up and stood up to get to the closet. “H—hey there.” He looked down at Matt still on top of him, his face buried in the youngers neck where he licked the marks. They were still locked, Matt’s knot keeping them together for at least another twenty minutes.
“You’re ours now, Jare.” Matt rumbled against his neck, pushing himself up to sit carefully when John returned with the clothing. They helped Smitty change, Matt choosing to sleep naked with John just tugging on briefs, carefully laying on the bed. John helped them drink water, laughing at their awkward position before settling behind Smitty with his arms securely around the other’s waist. Matt left a kiss on Smitty’s hair, one hand wrapping around John’s forearm and the other on the pillow. “And we’re yours.”
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request done :)
again, I apologise for taking so long, but I am a person with a full time job
hope you enjoyed it, I certainly liked writing this out