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Omeg★verse: In Heat!

part one | part two | part three (maybe?)

₊˚⊹♡ synopsis: You lied about being a beta. But now you’re in heat, and someone’s about to find out the hard way.

₊˚⊹♡ pairing: Alpha!LADSmen x Omega!reader

₊˚⊹♡ warnings: NSFW! unprotected sex, loads of breeding (pun intended), knotting (caleb cuz why do you think he can help it?), omegaverse, dumbification, inappropriate use of evol, fingering, cunnilingus, mild angst+loss-of-control trauma(zayne), multiple rounds of feral fucking.

₊˚⊹♡ nya's note: passed out from period cramps and resurrected only to type this—in. one. night. so forgive me since it isn't exactly proofread. however i do hope i fed you well, my naniis.

if you wanna be tagged for the sequels, do lmk in the comments.

and finallyyy—reblogs, feedback, unhinged thoughts—all are deeply appreciated.

秦彻 SYLUS QIN

It’s all a blur—the cramps twisting inside you, your head spinning, vision blurring. The gun slips from your shaking hand, but Sylus doesn’t notice that. He notices the way your scent changes, sweet and sharp, his pupils shrinking in horror before widening with something worse.

You barely hear him call your name before glass shatters and his Evol drags you both out of danger.

Fuck. This wasn’t how he was supposed to find out you weren’t a beta. You’d been so careful—suppressants doubled, routine perfected—but you hadn’t accounted for a high-risk mission throwing your cycle off balance.

“Pheromones,” you croak, clutching your stomach, curling fetal in the passenger seat.

He doesn’t hesitate. Soon, the car is heavy with his presence. His pheromones wrap around you—warm like a leather jacket left in the sun, like the earth after rain, rich and grounding. Your cramps dull…for a moment. Until they hit again.

“Please. m’sorry,” you murmur, guiding his hand to your cunt, soaking through your pants.

“Kitten.” His jaw is tight—warning—or pleading—it’s impossible to tell apart.

“For fuck’s sake, Sylus. Please.”

That’s all it takes. His hand shoves into your pants, sliding two fingers in while the other stays on the wheel.

“Fucking soaked,” he grunts, his pheromones thickening as your cunt holds him in a hot grip.  

He groans once more as you clamp tight. “Heat suppressants. Is that why this is that bad?”

You give him a look. But he just curls his fingers in you, making a whorish moan rip from your throat. “Fuck—fuck me. please.” You cling to his arm like a lifeline.

“Sweetie.” His brows furrow but God he’s so hard at that. “Do you realise what you’re saying?”

“Just shut up—for once and listen to me.” your jaw tightens as you hold back a sob.

It’s how you’re on his bed, pants off, the angry tip of his cock already dragging between your soaked lips. his face is close to your hot one, his arms secured around your arched body.

His cock slips into you. he pushes forward once—his delicious weight crushing your body. And the draaaaag of his stupidly thick dick along your pulsating walls—ohhh—

“Sy—!” a weak moan escapes you as you cum around him.

“Already, kitten? I’ve barely filled you.” he cradles your face as your eyes open. Your hips rock once, pushing his head deeper.

He sighs, and lifts off you. you nearly whimper at the lack of his skin against yours. But soon, his pheromones come alive, drowning you. his hand snakes below you knee, hooking it up and pressing it way back to your chest.

“Now that you’ve come to,” he drawls, pulling his hips back until only his tip remains. “Let us begin.” And with that, he surges forward, filling you in one long stroke.

You mouth hangs open as you fall limp under him, your cheek wet from drool. Your cramps have dulled and there’s only the pressure of his dick filling your womb so perfectly at each brutal snap of his hips to yours.

Your body rocks at each thrust. Strings of whimpers fall from your mouth as he fucks you. You don’t know if you’re imagining it but his pheromones tickle your skin like they have a mind of their own. How long had you been suppressing your heat?

“Stay with me.” Sylus grips your chin, his cock never stopping its heavenly abuse.

“mmpph—please more,” where do you find the audacity, truly?

He chuckles darky until he pulls back and thrusts hard. “ah—hah yes fucking perfect!”

His finger finds your clit, just keeping it there, still, it has your body quivering. He buries himself to the hilt once and spills into you with a deep groan.  

And as if your womb has a brain of its own—you cum with him. Just at the taste of his cum.

“Your pheromones are going haywire.” He rasps, eyes closing briefly. You’re so ferally horny that even the syllables he articulates has your pussy fluttering around him. Why wouldn’t you though? Sylus had always been such an alluring alpha. And now that he’s bred you, you wanted more.

…you wanted his knot.

Yeah, you’ve lost your mind.

“Tightening around me,” he groans low in chest, keeping you full of his dick, kissing your womb each time. “If you keep this up, I might knot you.”

“Do it,” you feel him throb inside you. Hard. Like he was swelling—

“don’t—” he bites his tongue, nostrils flaring as he tries to calm the way his blood pumps to his cock. He gives you another thrust regardless—before his energy links slither around your body, flipping you on your stomach.

You whine. But he has to. If he doesn’t—if you keep your slutty mouth running—you’re gonna have a thick knot swelling in you, plugging you and keeping you full of his warm cum.

his hand snakes around your throat, bringing your face back close to his. Your back is arched, ass flush against his hips as his cock drives deeper into your pliant hole. Already overstimulated from finishing so wildly.

“g-god sy—too deep—please!”

“Why did you lie?” his thrusts turn punishing. Sharp.

“I—ngh! Thought you didn’t want a weak partner.” His fingers curls around your neck. Your face feels hotter now. Your thighs press together as you inch closer to cumming hard on his heavy cock again.

“Weak?” he nearly spits those words out. “Kitten. You’re the last person on this planet I’d describe as weak.”

His hand comes down again, to find your clit. His cock screws into you with precision. Making your gummy walls pulsate happily around him.

“fuuuuck. fuck sylus!” you cry out.

“Alpha, beta or omega. It doesn’t fucking matter to me. you’ll always be the strongest woman in my life. And you’re the only one I’d want by my side.”

You’re soaking up the sheets at this point. Your juices spilling and spilling endlessly.

“cum for me.” his lips trace the shell of your ear, before biting your earlobe. And that’s it. You cum around him. Desperately. Pathetically.

Pussy wringing him for his cum. Begging to be bred full. And he gives you. Loads and loads and loads of his cum. It doesn’t stop. And your pussy doesn’t let up on milking him until he’s completely dry.

“You’ll spend your heat cycles with me from now on.”

Who are you to argue.

夏以昼 CALEB XIA

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

You thought you could skip your heat suppressants this month. Your doctor had listed all the side effects of the pills. So maybe since you were all alone this weekend, you could let your body be for once. Caleb wasn’t coming over this week. Or so he said.

But here he was, outside your door.

How were you supposed to know he was planning a surprise?

You can’t stop your pheromones. you can’t pretend Caleb’s not knocking on your door and louder now that he can smell your essence flowing through.

“you got an omega in there?” the knocks get insistent. Shit.

“y-yeah. just—just leave for today, okay?” you lie through clenched teeth, one arm over the couch for support. Did you truly think this would repel him?

The door opens. When did he get the key—

The minute his eyes fall on you, he freezes in horror. “no fucking way…” he breathes.

“Caleb I—lets discuss this—” you tremble, falling to the ground. He rushes to crouch beside you. Caleb’s pheromones come alive in response to your wild ones. He has to hold his breath to keep himself in check. And you sense it. His restraint. The only way to escape the interrogation is—

Your lips crash to his, and it doesn’t even take him a second to devour you right back.

“make it stop. Please.” Your hand trails down, low to his hard on. Of course.

That pretty much seals your fate. He lifts you with one hand, and within ten paces he’s putting you on the bed.

He’s on you, nose buried in the crook of your neck, drinking in that sweet scent you keep spilling.

“fuck is this what you needed? An alpha to make it all go away?” his hand traverses down, between your legs where you keep oozing your love juices. You whimper at his words, back arching with need.

“caleb please—”

“you think you’re in the place to make demands pips?” he murmurs darkly. And then you feel it. The way his cock springs free and hits your stomach. Hot and heavy and—you look down—leaking precum that makes your cunt spasm. He taps your clit with the angry red head of his cock.

Before you can let out the whimper stuck in your throat, he pushes in.

“ohh—oh please—” your legs spread wider to accommodate him to no avail. He’s too big. Filling you up too much. Your walls are forced to open for him. “too—hic—big!”

He doesn’t give you a moment to adjust before he’s driving into you again, tits bouncing at each hard thrust, allll the way back out and then alllll the way in. your jaw falls slack, eyes glazed with need.

“pretty pussy takin me so well though, baby.” He leans back, watching his dick get smothered in your juices as it keeps disappearing in your little hole.

His finger finds your clit, wetting it with all the mess you dribble out around his cock.

“hngh—! Cale—”

“why’d you hide it from me?” he asks, yanking you closer by your thighs.

“you’d—mmph—treat me like a baby—” your eyes flutter shut as he slams his cock right against your sweet spot buried deep in your gummy walls.

“like what? Do things for you?” he smirks, his thumb teasing your hole as his cock stretches it. “don’t you like it? Me spoiling you?” he groans to himself at it.

You manage to shake your head even as every thought gets fucked out of you.

“no?” he stops abruptly and you whine so pathetically that it reverses each statement of self-respect you’ve made.

You feel weightless as his evol lifts you and places you on him, slamming you back down on his cock. “Well go ahead. Show me how much you hate it when I do the work.”

Your thighs shake as you attempt to move. You try to move. To prove something. But your legs quake, your body burns, and you end up grinding helplessly against him. Not deep enough. Not full enough.

“Fuck, Caleb—”

He cups your face, brings you nose-to-nose.

“Just say it,” he whispers. “Say you need me.” you nod erratically at that.

Wet thwops echoing as he fucks up into you, bullying your hole into swallowing him deeper. “ohmygod—mmfuck!” your head lolls back, eyes shut as he drives into you from below. One sharp thrust and it has you pulsing around him as you cum.

One more thrust and he’s spurting ropes of his cum into you. but then…

“ca—caleb—?!” he grows. His cock gets bigger, and you pussy keeps milking it as his knot swells inside you.

“sorry pips. I need to.” He groans deep as his knot keeps all the thick seed in you—plugged. He lasts only a moment until he’s grinding you on his knot.

“hahh! Istoomuch!” his knot probes your g spot, and the more he grinds, the more it massages that spot making you see fuckin stars even though you’re mad overstimulated, pussy still fluttering in the aftershocks. Tears fall free now.

“Take it. Cum ‘round my knot, baby.” He grunts, pulling you against him, his knot shifting to a delicious angle, pressing so perfectly against that swollen spot—your pussy just dumbly clamping around him, sensitive from all that overuse.

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in slow, torturous circles.

“gonna cum—hah—again, pips. You’re gonna take it like a good girl, riight?” his eyes fall on the bulge that forms in your lower tummy. “fuck, you ready to be bred?”

Your nod’s barely a tremor, but it’s enough. He grips your hips, thrusting up hard, deep, relentless. Wet, obscene sounds fill the room. Your orgasm crashes through you, violent and shattering, and his follows—hot and heavy—until you feel it.

And after hours, your heat finally tames into dull cramps.

Maybe having Caleb find out wasn’t as bad as you had thought.

沈星回 XAVIER SHEN

The Association knew your ABO type. Not your cute coworker-slash-neighbour living upstairs. And really, you hadn’t even lied. When he’d assumed you were a beta, you’d simply… not corrected him. A harmless omission.

Until one day, your heat hits. The consecutive missions had been weighing on your mind. Enough to make you forget to take your heat suppressants for the month.

You’d shut all the windows, even taped the edges halfway before a worse wave of cramps hit and you had to curl in fetal on the couch. And as you’re trying to take controlled breaths, you see a basket being lowered onto your balcony. Curiosity drives you toward it.

it’s from Xavier. Painkillers, lavender essential oil and a note. Fuckin hell he knows.

I had some painkillers at home. and the other stuff. Hope it is helpful.

And so, one thing leads to another and you’re begging him to come downstairs.

He has you close to him—back pressed against yours, hands in your panties and two of his fingers in your cunt.

“Xavier… this isn’t helping.” You croak helplessly, hips grinding back against him. You hear him suck in a sharp breath. His pheromones start feeling thicker now.

“you want my cock?” it’s a sultry whisper in your ear. Far from innocent.

“y-yes…”

Your panties are slid aside as the blunt head of his cock teases your hole, coating his own cock in your warm syrup—before slipping in, making you stretch open around him inch by inch.

You whimper into the pillow when he buries himself to the hilt.

“m’so full.” You mewl, hips chasing it.

“and you still want more?” he raises a brow behind you. “okay.”

And he drives back in. filling you once more. Your thighs tremble, pressing together as he fucks you slow and deep. The angle makes your head spin. He’s nestled against that deep spot so well that you’re already close.

Still, you whimper for more—restless. For that itchy emptiness in your womb to be filled. His palm rests on the side of your waist as he leans close, making the head of his cock shift closer to where you want him.

“what’re you begging for?” his voice is low whisper in your ear.

“wanna-wanna be filled.” You manage. You feel him halt for a moment before he hikes up a thigh. You yelp in surprise but he’s already pounding the blunt head of his cock back into your gummy walls.

“hngh—Xav-Xavier.” You babble incoherently the minute he kisses your cervix. His essence comes alive, encompassing you as he brands you with his cock over and over again.

By the time he slows his pace, you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum or how many times he’s filled you full.

Xavier pulls out, only to see your walls push out his creamy spend in a weak pulse. The sound you make is barely human. He exhales something rough, something that sounds like he’s losing the last thread of restraint he ever had.

His thumb presses lightly to your swollen rim, puffy pussy lips tingling with need, circling it once as if testing how sensitive you are. The answer hits him immediately when your whole body jolts.

“…greedy,” he mutters under his breath, voice ragged. “You don’t want to let any of it go, do you?”

“mmh—no—please—”

Your hips twitch, your hand reaching back for him without thought. He catches your wrist, pins it to the small of your back, and watches another bead of slick roll down your thigh.

Then he pushes two fingers back inside you.

You gasp, going taut around them, sucking them in like your pussy recognizes him now and refuses to let him go. His fingers curl, gathering the creamy mess he left inside you and nudging it deeper, deeper to your womb.

“you’re—,” he murmurs, leaning over your spine, his breath hot against your ear. “Still clenching. You’re not done.”

Your breath stutters. “Xavier… please… need—”

“You need me to keep you full,” he finishes for you, like he’s reading straight out of your instincts. He withdraws his fingers, slick and dripping, and you feel the heavy drag of his cock settle between your thighs again. Thicker now. Harder, if that’s even possible.

He guides himself back to your messy pussy lips, tapping lightly against your overstimulated hole before pushing the head in, slow enough to make your eyes cross. The stretch burns in the sweetest way, your walls fluttering as they try to pull him deeper.

“Good,” he whispers when you moan. “Open for me.”

Your legs fall apart on instinct.

He shoves in with a single, unhesitating thrust.

Your mewl against the pillow as his hips mold flush to yours, your body accepting him like it’s starved for it. His chest presses to your back, trapping you under him as his hand slides under your lower belly, holding you in place while he grinds deeper, deeper, deeper—

“Stay like this,” he says against your neck. “I’m not stopping until your heat settles.”

You sob in blisfull agreement.

Xavier starts moving.

Slow at first. Deep enough that your toes curl with every roll of his hips. Then faster, his rhythm tightening into sharp, precise strokes that spear straight into that molten spot inside you. Your breath breaks, your vision shatters, and you’re already trembling before the next orgasm even crests.

Your body clamps around him so hard he groans into your skin, low.

“That’s it,” he hisses. “Keep milking me. You’re going to take all of it this time.”

His hand slides down, thumb working tight circles over your clit while he fucks you deeper, the bed shaking underneath both of you. Pressure coils so brutally that you’re practically ripped open by the pleasure when it hits, your walls spasming around him in relentless waves.

Xavier isn’t far behind. His pace stutters, his grip on your waist bruises, and with a groan that sounds dragged from the bottom of his lungs, he spills inside you again, thick and hot and endless.

Your body shudders, overstimulated and so full it aches.

Xavier breathes hard against your shoulder, but he doesn’t pull out. His fingers hold your hips steady, keeping every drop inside you.

“Not done,” he mumbles, voice a deep, exhausted rasp. “Your heat’s nowhere near finished.”

You whimper, already trembling under him. And he rolls his hips again.

祁煜 RAFAYEL QI

Your fork barely touches the plate before the first cramp hits. You try to school your face, but Rafayel’s eyes are on you instantly, bright and nosy as always.

“You good, cutie?” he drawls, tipping his head, curls falling over his cheek. “You look like you just saw your report card.”

You force a shaky laugh and wave him off. “Just… gas.”

He hums, unconvinced. Meanwhile, your heat is blooming too fast, rising under your skin, threatening to drag you under. Why weren’t the suppressants working well?

Another cramp snarls through your abdomen. You grip the table edge.

His eyes narrow. “Okay. That wasn’t a ‘gas’ thing. What’s going on?”

Your pulse skitters. You need relief. Something to anchor you. You swallow hard and manage, “Your… your pheromones. I just—what do they smell like, again?”

There’s a beat where he just blinks. Then his brows lift, slow, almost elegant.

“My pheromones,” he repeats. He leans in like a cat catching a scent trail. “You’ve been hiding something from me, miss bodyguard.”

The way he says it feels like a fingertip down your spine. You don’t answer. You can’t. Another wave hits and you shudder, breath hitching.

Rafayel’s expression shifts, his dramatic flair flickering into something sharper. Calmer. A tone you’ve never heard from him.

“Come here,” he murmurs.

It doesn’t take him much time to drive you back to his place. He carries you down the hall, pushes into his room, and sets you on the bed with a care that barely matches the tension in his body. The scent of him settles around you, curling warm and sweet, thick enough to make your thighs part on instinct.

Rafayel’s gaze drops between your legs, breath stuttering. “Cutie… your scent is driving me insane.”

Your heat spikes at the sound of his voice. You reach for him, dragging him in by his shirt. He kisses you immediately, deep and dizzying, his mouth soft but insistent as your body arches up against him. His pheromones hit you in a hot wave and you moan into his lips.

“Lie back,” he murmurs.

You do, chest rising and falling too fast, the need clawing through your skin. He slides his hands up your thighs, pushes your panties aside, and the moment the cooler air hits you, you gasp.

“cutiee,” he whispers, eyes darkening as slick gathers between your legs. “You’re already dripping.”

You try to squeeze your thighs together but he stops you, fingers pressing them open again. He leans down, kisses the inside of your knee, then your thigh… then settles right between your legs.

The first slow lick of his tongue makes your hips jump. The second pulls a broken sound from your throat. He sucks gently at your swollen clit, breath warm against you, one hand holding your thigh steady while the other slides under your ass to lift your hips closer to his mouth.

Your heat flares. Hard. Violent. You grab at his hair as your back arches off the bed.

“Rafa—Rafayel, I can’t—”

“Yes you can.” His voice is thick, hungry. “You need this, don’t you?”

Before you can answer, he flattens his tongue against you and pushes two fingers inside you. Your body clamps down instantly, drawing them deeper. The relief is so sharp you whimper, hips rocking helplessly.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against your skin. “Let me take care of you today, miss bodyguard.”

You fall apart on his fingers, pleasure hitting so fast you barely manage a gasp before the orgasm crashes over you. He doesn’t pull back. He keeps licking you through it, his spit mixing with the sweet syrup you ooze out. He keeps fucking you with his fingers until the overstimulation burns into need again.

You’re shaking when he finally lifts his head. His lips and chin are slick with you. His pupils blown wide.

“Round one.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then crawls up your body, kissing your stomach, your ribs, your throat. “You’re not done, cutie.”

You barely register his clothes being pulled off him, his body settling over yours, his cock heavy and leaking against your soaked entrance. He cups your face, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone.

Your eyes meet his and his pheromones roll out in a deep, sweet rush that goes straight to your spine.

The second he pushes into you, your breath breaks. The stretch is intense, perfect, your walls gripping him so tight he groans against your ear.

“Warm… so warm…” His hips snap forward, burying him fully inside you. “suuuch a sweet pussy. Clinging so pathetically.”

You cling to him, heat twisting your nerves raw as he starts to thrust. Slow at first, deep enough to make your toes curl. Then faster, his grip tightening on your waist as he pounds into your syrupy cunt, every stroke hitting the spot that makes your vision blur.

Your legs lock around him. “ohhmmhhh ye—rafayel—ah—please—”

He catches your wrists and pins them above your head, leaning down until his forehead touches yours. “I know. Just take it. You need it reeal bad.”

His thrusts get sharper. Harder. The bed creaks. Sweat slicks your bodies together. The smell of your heat and his pheromones mixes into something thick, intoxicating. Your climax builds hot and brutal, tearing through you the moment his thumb drops to your clit.

You cry his name. Your poor cunt spasms around him. He groans, hips jerking as he presses as deep as your body will take him.

He fills you. Hot. Thick. Pulse after pulse until you’re trembling under him, stuffed full of his creamy goodness.

But he doesn’t soften.

He kisses your jaw, breath shaky. “That’s two.”

“wha—angh!”

His hips roll again, slow, deliberate, keeping everything inside you.

“You’re not done,” he whispers, licking into your mouth as he starts moving again. “Your heat wants more.”

And he gives it to you. Again. And again. Until the room smells like nothing but the two of you tangled in instinct and sweat and pleasure, until you lose count of rounds and the world narrows to the feeling of his body claiming yours until your heat finally, finally settles.

Rafayel collapses beside you, pulls you against his chest, and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Next time,” he murmurs into your hair, “just ask nicely, baby.”

黎深 ZAYNE LI

"breeding.”

—Is the last word you’d use with Zayne. much less ask for it. Yet here you are after his little pheromone outburst at the hospital. You’d lied about being a beta right from the beginning. Avoided the Akso hospital to get yourself checked, avoided Zayne half your high school after you bloomed late.

All because of one thing—like his evol, Zayne had a hard time containing his pheromones. and being a decently dominant alpha, his pheromones would often push omegas around him into heat.

As it did to you when you thought of visiting him to drop by lunch. The moment you entered his office, your knees weakened. Your stomach twisted in painful knots. and he—he had to rush you back home after learning everything. Even your unhealthy dosage of heat suppressants that you ingested each month because of him.

“I’m not leaving until you’re alright.” He kneels by your bed as you curl up in pain.

“s’not your f-faul-fuckinsonofa—” you breathe once as a cramp hits. “just leave. It’s—” a breath again “…fine.”

“untrue.” His jaw flexes. Adamant idiot. It’s the pain that makes your brain fry enough to forget all boundaries.

“breeding. Tha—aghh—! Is what’ll stop it.”

You don’t give him a chance to process before your lips are crashing with his. He freezes for a moment until he melts into it, slowly rising from the floor and onto the bed when you clutch his collar.

“there is a high chance this might result in unwanted—”

“I know. We’ll get me some pills.” You huff, guiding his hand to your soaked, hot cunt.

His wrist twists, catching yours. “are you certain?” his eyes are softer. Scared.

You nod. And then cup his face despite your womb internally punching you.

“of course.” With that, he pulls you on him, keeping you close, thighs against his knees.

His fingers find the edge of your panties, slipping through easily. Two fingers circle your entrance before pushing in. you grind on his lap. His hips lift for a moment, chasing that friction.

You whimper in pain and that’s what makes Zayne finally pull out his cock. Thick, heavy and so, sooo ready to ruin you.

But the moment you lift your hips to finally sink, your cramp hits.

“I’ve got you.” he murmurs, stroking your hair with one hand and the other guiding his leaky tip to your pussy.

Your hips roll once and you wince again. “stop.” His brows furrow in a silent correction.

“relax.” He murmurs as he eases into you, slowly, filling every inch sooo good that it has you whimpering. Your walls stretch around him inch by inch.

“zay—mmhh so—” your eyes roll back, mouth open.

He lets out a soft sound at the way you clutch around him so perfectly. Fit him like a fuckin glove.

His hips raise once. Testing. And judging by your already fucked out look, he thrusts harder this time. your nails dig into his shoulders as your own hips roll once the pain ebbs away giving way to molten pleasure.

Your walls flutter around him at each kiss of his cock to your overly welcoming womb.

“m’so close…” you whisper, burying your head into his neck, breathing in his scent that singlehandedly calms your pain. His fingers find your clit, rubbing taut circles on your swollen nub, smearing your arousal over it.

Your pussy keeps clamping around him tighter and tighter and tighter—

“c-cumming—ohhhmy—zaynee—” he fills you to the hilt, giving your syrupy, greedy walls something to milk.

And ohhh that you do. Enough to have him explode into you, filling you with hot ribbons of cum, making it cream around your hole—mixing with your honey.

He slowly sets you down are you come down from your high. But his cock is insistent. Still hard, still keeping you full of him.

“s’not enough—” your hand comes down to your stomach. But Zayne captures it, bringing it to his lips, kissing the inside of your wrist.

“then let me satisfy you.” He pulls back only to fill you up again.

Messy strings of his cum dribbles out of you, spilling onto the sheets. His hips move again, this time—pounding you.

Deep, looong strokes, each reaching the end of you and back out.

“hngh—m’too full—” you babble, moans stuck in your throat.

His hands part your thighs, hiking them up so your body can take him deeper if that were even possible.

Your walls flutter around him hungrily again with every deep thrust, your hips rolling on instinct as he fills you relentlessly. Strings of his cum mix with your arousal, dripping down the curve of your thighs, and the scent—his pheromones, his essence—wraps around you, making you all hot and coaxing you towards your orgasm.

“Zayne—mhh… s-so deep…” you whimper, nails digging into his broad shoulders as he keeps moving, slow at first, then harder. A cocktail that messes your brain chemistry.

 Each stroke hits that perfect spot, and you sob, lost between pleasure and the ache that still lingers from your heat.

His hands move to your waist, holding you firmly, but gentle enough that it doesn’t hurt. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, almost tender, brushing a strand of sweat-damp hair from your temple. “I wish I could control it—”

You shake your head weakly, lips parting in a soft moan. “S’not your fault… Zayne,” you breathe, tilting your head to kiss his jawline, tasting the mixture of him and yourself. “I’ve always wanted you.”

He groans softly at your confession, letting it wash over him before pressing back into you, hips snapping against yours with a fresh, deliberate force.

“cum for me, my sweet.” A kiss is planted to your temple. “please.” He adds softly as he reaches down to rub your clit, pushing you closer to your climax.

But he beats you to it. Breeding you full—once more—giving you everything you’ve begged for tonight. Still, he mumbles apologies, thrusting into you—pushing through his overstimulation. He nearly cries out when you cum around him for the last time tonight.

“let me help you through these henceforth.”

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[ponku-po]

poneko

[fuzzywyrmz]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FAVORITE DUMB NEETS 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

wanted to get this done yesterday but whatevs. silly little comic i had floating around in my head and i was late to start working on it, but it's still the 24th for me SO IT COUNTS IN MY HEART o7

[purrnyan]

[mhk-87]

(^_^)

[karamatsu-gals]

babysitting

[into-that-fandom]

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Forced myself to find time to draw cuz I needed to DRAW. Take mah gwolrs!!! TAKE THEM!