Hi, so I've read and am a fan of your omegaverse series. Can't wait to see whose next! Anyway... I'm still coming off the high from Raf's last card. It had me wanting to see how feral would the guys be with a breeding kink if they weren't in an omegaverse. Because, I'm sure they'd still have it if they weren't in the omegaverse. But how would you write it?
Drip, Drip, Drip: LADS Breeding
Synopsis: The LADS have a Breeding Quink. That’s it, that’s the Drabble.
Warning; Breeding, convincing you to get off birth control, convincing you for ‘just the tip’, Persuasion, use of ‘Gege’, sweat.
Ი︵𐑼 Xavier
You smell so sweet. So delectable. His face is pressed in the crook of your neck where it has been for the past hour.
Just like his erection which had been lazily humping your thigh.
“Please…I know I don’t have any protection but just the tip-“
You snort and turn your face into his tuffs of blonde hair.
“My love, I don’t think you’ve ever done ONLY the tip.”
And it’s true, he hasn’t. And he wouldn’t start today.
Your sloppy hole was calling to him, especially when he’s got you bent in half like a lawn chair. “I-inside, please Starlight I’ll be s’good to you.”
He’s panting right next to your ear going a mile a minute.
Your walls strangle his length like you never want him to let go.
“G-gonna fill up this sweet hole. Over n’ over again.” He babbles into your ear.
“X-Xav m’ out of birth control!”
Those words should’ve stopped Xavier in his tracks, but it absolutely didn’t.
He grips your hips and wails into you so hard it knocks the air from your lungs.
“Not stoppin’, not stoppin’ until I feel you leaking around me. Gonna have my little prince, yeah?”
Ი︵𐑼 Rafayel
It must have been in his Lemurian bloodline somewhere. The urge to breed whenever he caught the faintest sign of your ovulation. How you smelled, the change in your mood, he’ll even the way you clung to him more.
He manages to trap you during a late night dip in his pool, the smell of chlorine and sex so pungent in the air.
You grasp the grainy landing on the edge, trying desperately to keep ahold of your sanity.
Rafayel nips at your earlobe, “Oh Cutie, I think you were born for this~!” His praise is so sweet in your ear but his curved cock tells a different story.
He gathers your hair in his hands and pulls just enough for your neck to be on full display.
The splashes from his thrust are the last thing on your mind when he’s whispering absolute filth into your ear.
“In Lemuria when our mates are in Heat, we keep them in place until our seed takes. Maybe I should do the same with you, Cutie.”
Ი︵𐑼 Zayne
Zayne is a freak and don’t let anybody tell you differently.
The man does his extensive research whenever you tell him you are thinking about having a baby.
He feeds you all the high protein foods, massages your body to help accept his seed better and of course, tries every position that will deposit his cum into your womb.
“Zayne feels s’good!” You cry out when your legs are thrown over his broad shoulders. Zayne’s glasses have slipped down his nose, his face and ears tinged pink.
“I can feel my cock hitting your cervix now, with this position I am guaranteed a-ngh-bullseye.”
The pillow stuffed under your hips just makes him go impossibly deeper.
By the time his 5th spurt of cum paints your inner walls you don’t think your mind works anymore.
“No, no rest. You can rest later when you are swollen with my child.”
Ი︵𐑼 Caleb
Oh, Caleb is on you like a Bitch in heat! He’s been tracking your ovulation ever since you gave him permission to remove the dreaded condom.
You’d barely made it back from the gym, still covered with sweat when he has your shorts and panties around your ankles, fucking into you like you may disappear.
“C-Caleb I’m so sweaty! Lemme- a-ah fuck…”
His tongue is flicking relentlessly against your clit, his face buried in between your thighs that stick together from the sweat and juices brewing between them.
“Don’t care-don’t care you’re gonna have my babies Pips! Gotta prepare ya…”
After torturing with that gorgeous tongue, he’s got you on all fours like he’s some wild beast trying to lay claim to your cunt.
“That’s right Pips, nonono-“ he spears you back on his cock when you try desperately to escape the overstimulating feeling. “Gege’s got ya. Gonna take such good care of you and our kids.”
Ი︵𐑼 Sylus
When the timer for your birth control control rings out inside of his car for the third time, Sylus’ knuckles go white on the steering wheel.
You’d told him you stopped taking that dreaded pill months ago!
So when he whips his luxury car in a shady alleyway of the N109 Zone, he’s on you like the fucking plague.
You are bouncing on his lap, every window in his car is already tinted, the added fog of your body heat obscures curious eyes.
Your palm presses against the window as he drills up into you. Sylus rarely shows his distaste to you, he lets his cock do the talking.
“Are you going to take your birth control anymore, Kitten?”
“N-No Sy! M’ sorry, w-won’t do it again!” You plead with him, so desperate to cream over his cock.
Sylus folds an arm back under his head against the seat, watching another load drip back down his cock from your overflowing hole.
“Convince me, maybe I’ll let you carry the heir to the Onychinus Fortune. Don’t stop now.”
And you don’t.
Not ever.
