imagining an alpha’s first time bottoming
they’ve been fantasizing about this for a long time, but this is the first time they’ve ever felt safe enough with a partner to ask for it. their belly is twisted into knots, but despite their nerves, they settle, presenting to their partner.
their partner takes their time—opening them up slowly, carefully. “look at you,” they croon. “taking my fingers so well.” the alpha’s face burns. they whine—only to choke on a keen when their partner’s fingers crook, brushing their prostate and setting their nerves alight with pleasure.
under such careful ministrations, it doesn’t take long for the alpha to fall apart. tension melts away with each broken whine and whimper. it’s only when they’re trembling, hardly able to hold themselves up, that their partner pulls away. they cry out, mourning the lost—but the sound barely escapes their throat before their partner’s cock is pressed against them.
“shh, shh,” their partner soothes, stroking their palms down their sides. “s’alright, i’m here. i’ve got you.”
the breath leaves them all at once. their stomach tightens with—nerves? anticipation?
their partner presses in, just as maddeningly slowly as they had fingered them.
they pant into the sheets, fabric growing damp from drool. their hands clench, unclench—half-desperate to just yank their partner forward.
the keen that escapes them when their partner finally, finally bottoms out is embarrassing. or it would be, if they could think beyond the feeling of their partner’s warmth draped against their back; the sensation of feeling finally, exquisitely, full.
their partner moves; settling into a rhythm that keeps the alpha’s brain fuzzy with pleasant, humming static. their body buzzes. helpless, high pitched growls roll from their chest, around pleas for more, yes, there.
“such pretty noises,” their partner murmurs, stroking their chest, their belly. “you’re such a good alpha, darling. always making sure i’m taken care of. s’my turn, now. gonna make you feel just as good as you do me.” their hand closes around the alpha’s cock, stroking in time with their thrusts.
heat builds, and builds, swelling deep in their belly until—
they keen their partner’s name, orgasm rolling through them. distantly, they feel their partner grip their knot, holding it with the perfect amount of pressure.
they come back to themselves slowly. the first thing they’re aware of are gentle kisses and nips, pressed against their nape and shoulders. their chest is rumbling. when they started purring, they’re not sure, but they can feel an answering rumble in their mate’s chest. they sigh softly, contently.
“everything you imagined?” their mate asks, lips against their neck.
