Like we have commodified human connection to a degree where if you go beyond smalltalk you're oversharing and if you talk too deeply about your life you're traumadumping and if you get visibly upset you're manipulative and if you care too much you're codependent and if you want to talk about anything heavy you're expected to go hire a therapist because your friends shouldn't have to deal with that stuff and yet we're all sitting around wondering why so many people are lonely...
— taking care of omega!nicho while he’s in preheat. || 1.9k words.
warnings: (18+) nsfw. fluff/suggestive. omega bf!nicho, omega afab!reader, omega x omega, established relationship, nontraditional abo dynamics, mentions of heat/mating cycles, nesting, panty sniffing/sucking, lowkey cottagecore, excessive slick, mentions of cycle regulation pills, nicho slips in and out of consciousness in some parts. ✮⋆˙
a/n: i’m actually so excited to post this, it’s been something i’ve been wanting to share for the longest >.< this moment happens when your relationship is still freshly new, spending your first few heats/preheats together!!
your nose picked up the familiar scent before your eyes could even lay on his disheveled state, hands already trembling from where they worked on the kitchen counter. you had to drop the knife, just in case. the fruits can wait later. fuck, it’s sweeter than before.
spiced cinnamon and ripened strawberries.
there he was, padding into the hallway barefoot, and you couldn’t help glancing all over his frame, hyper aware and carefully evaluating his state just from his physical appearance —
and without him even saying a word, you already know he’s on the edge of that sizzling warmth.
his taffy pink fluffed hair was in such disarray, so unlike his usual proper look; sticking up in all directions, wispy ends curled upwards with little fly aways and a single cow lick at the crown of his head. he must’ve taken a longer nap than usual, small lines and marks stamped all over his pink-flushed skin, glistening underneath the bright sun rays that pour into the cabin from where he stood. he’s already swollen, that itch crawling underneath his flesh already begging for your lips to press on the heat and cool him down.
you know how bad his preheat gets.
so you’re hyper aware; you’re both staring, keeping the distance you’ve agreed upon beforehand just incase, not to trigger the time of his cycle anytime earlier— and plus, it’s already too hot in the cabin to be pressed upon each other.
the warmth must’ve already been hitting him harder since the last time you’ve left him by himself, when you shimmied your oversized hoodie over his head as he tends the messy start of his nest. completely different to the man in front of you now, fully bare torso with nothing but his baggiest sweats on, hanging low on his slim hips.
you figured you’d bring him cool slices of watermelon after he fixed up his nestling place, hoping you’ll find him napping like he usually does through his hazy state,
but despite your scent surrounding him already within the comfort of his half-made nest, it calls to him from the kitchen downstairs, more potent, swirling him awake and invading into his pointed nose, following the honeyed aroma in a dream-like trance. he can’t resist, specially if it’s straight from the source.
his sniffling nose doesn’t deceive him, your creamy milk and candied strawberry sugar oozing right to where he stood. he swears his clouded eyes deceive him as they lay over your tense figure.
you froze, staring back with widened eyes as if you were the one hiding away.
“hmm..” even the roughness of his deep hum rumbles through your chest, he doesn’t even have to look at you directly for it to have such impact. he’s rubbing the sleep from his face, soft pink lips in a plush pout, soft eyelashes flickering as he tries to keep his consciousness from slipping further. he knows if he takes another step closer, his efforts will all be fruitless.
“hmm..??” you hum, gently coaxing more from him, turning your body slightly facing more towards his and almost immediately you’re hit worse with the thickness of his sweetening smell. your tone is expectant, hesitant, careful, and he only picks it up a beat after.
you have never seen the man so sluggish before, wobbling and swaying gently— it’s astonishing and a bit unsettling.
“what happened, weno? wanna go to the lake and freshen up?” you offer after a beat of silence, watching as he finally picks up his gaze towards you. those sharp eyes, trying their hardest not to eat you alive, nor scare you further away with their darkened glare full of growing hunger, softening when he hears the sweetly soft tone of your voice. your omega loves a good swim in the nearby forest lake, it’s rare he’d say no to the offer. redness flushes all over his face, circling his hooded eyelids and the tip of his pointed nose, the puff of his heaving chest…
his heat. it’s coming very very soon, and your lips press into a pout upon the thought. as much as you love how much he trusts you enough to share this vulnerability, you hate that he has to go through this every time, hate seeing him this distracted with clouding daze.
“mmmhh,” his hum rings in your reddening ears, but you’re watching as he licks his lips slow and blinks even slower, as if he was lagging a bit behind but his narrowed eyes never once leave you. he doesn’t even have the strength to shake his head more than once, thick arms flopped to his sides and pinkish shoulders appearing broader from his hunched posture, lazily casual. his sigh is deep, raw...
to anyone else, it could look like he’s just passing through a really bad cold, but you know this just means his heat will arrive very soon. and maybe even worse than just your normal cold.
“can you… help me?” his lazy drawl is deeper and hoarser by the passing minutes and you must have patience because you know he’s trying to act as casual as possible, as if his skin isn’t burning up by the passing seconds. “just with my nest.” a genuine plea.
nothing else, nothing more, not even as he’s blatantly ignoring the slick that trickles down his thickening length and smudges a dark spot in the inner seam of his loose sweats.
there’s something within you that aches, wishing you could just help him. maybe it’s the omega whimpering within you upon seeing your love in such a heavy flurry, knowing and understand that same feeling.. but you’d rather wait and not make him suffer more than what he already is by triggering it earlier than usual.
you nod once, and then once again but with more confidence as you move quickly to dry your hands and shuffle closer towards him. “y-yeah.. let’s go, cmon.”
the closer you get, the more you can smell his musky undertones. burning sandalwood thickens, sticks in your throat as a coating, leaving behind only the taste of burnt woody cinnamon. you can visibly see him clinging onto sanity and try acting almost as normal as possible, nodding heavy along with you. his adam’s apple bobs, keeping down his salivating drool as the taste of your milky cream coats more of his tongue the closer you get.
your body can’t get over how his pupils slide when he finally takes off his gaze from you, shivering when you see his side profile and the strain of his neck muscles — at how his jaw clenches..
“mmm, thank you, baby.”
you follow him into the room, and you can practically feel heat radiate off him. keeping a few steps away from him, you eyed as he kept rolling his shoulders, as if there were ants crawling underneath his skin with the lingering burn of his promised heat.
it’s not until you reach the room and open the door that it hits you full blast, chest heavy with his sugary spice as your eyes fall upon the pile of blankets and pillows on the ground next to your bed. and as you’re trying hard not to let your knees buckle with the all-consuming smell and walk towards the haphazardly made nest, he plops his long limbs onto your shared bed, specifically on your side and stuffs his face into the plushiest part of your pillow,
he just moves around lazy, dazy with fatigue, and you’re set on just adjusting the sheets of his nest— you can’t stay any time longer, just incase he encased you there to nuzzle into your neck, wanting to find the faint note of vanilla under all your creamy milkiness.
thank heavens that you decide to take pills beforehand because you would’ve been heaving in your own sweat by now, falling heavily into that same scorching hot arousal induced by the thickness of his cinnamon in the air.
it has happened before and it was not the best experience…
you fall out of your own thoughts once you’ve tucked the last shirt the corner of the nest. it’s not a surprise that once you’re done and you turn towards him that you find his narrowed eyes watching you the entire time, flushed cheek squished against your pillow and legs spread over the sheets. he’s fighting his instinct, but his eyes say it all.
“weno, get into your nest before you dirty the bed,” you mutter, fluffing out the rest of the pillows covered with your … used, dirty panties. he’s claimed he always wanted it that way, that he needs it that way for his comfort — the best way to get a fill of your scent without triggering anything else.
you don’t question it because you did find yourself waking up from your heat one time with his boxers over your head. your cheeks flush from the recollecting thought.
“it’s not like we aren’t gonna dirty it soon anyways..” nicholas mutters as he reluctantly pushes himself off the bed, his playful yet teasing tone lighter than before but raspier with his tone, sliding into the soft sheets below like a relaxing feline. once he’s sprawled over your complete nest and digging his face into your underwear, biting into the cotton fabric, you shuffle around to click on the nearby fan and turn it towards the nest, crawling out of his sacred space quietly.
and with not a care in the world, he hums softly around your panties, sucking the fabric. you’re silent from all the heavy thoughts running through your mind and his potent scent sticking in your tight lungs, nibbling onto your bottom lip, gazing down at your sick omega. your pretty man is trying so hard not to add friction into the damp spot in the front of his pants, trying so hard not to just pull you into his arms… thick arms and bulging biceps flexing as he grips onto the sheets with restraint. you wish you can just let it happen but you’d rather be safe than sorry. either way, he’s going to wake you up sooner or later to tend with that heat crawling up his spine.
“anything else?”
“hm-hm,” he huffs into his pillows, letting go of your clothes with his drool sticking onto the fabric in clear strings, nuzzling his cheek over your other shirts alongside his torso and tucked perfectly into his nest. “nothing else, baby, thank you.”
nicho knows he can call for you or come to you for anything, so all you do is nod even if he doesn’t see, knowing your voice would crack if you would respond back.
all this time you’ve been trying to keep yourself composed, maybe he was able to see it before from the moment he laid his attentive stare on your figure in the hallway. either way, you couldn’t let him see you after padding out the room and closing the door behind you, falling apart against the wooden frame as you finally exhale the shaky breaths you’ve held the entire time.
his saccharine musk hugs your body and pools within your navel, trickling down between your thighs and you could only wonder how he wasn’t able to smell it before — dripping, an instinctual response towards your mate.. even since the moment you smelled his sweet aroma in the kitchen.
curses fell from your lips once you glance down at yourself, the outline of your plush cunt visible underneath the completely soaked cotton of your nightwear shorts, and you’re fighting back whines as you shift your thighs closer together in attempt on stopping your own body’s instincts. you’ve already soiled your other pair of shorts and panties this morning, the entire gusset wet and dripping from the outer side, you can’t keep changing through them frequently — you’re gonna end up without anything to put on later.
there’s silence, you can’t even hear what’s going on inside the room despite being pressed up against the door, ears filled with cotton from the pressure heating up your entire body. fuck,
are those pills gonna actually work for the remainder of his preheat?
pushing yourself off the door, you pad towards the kitchen to stuff your face with watermelon, huffing out the inevitable arousal his presence exuded onto you.
a/n: all my extra thoughts are in the tags. thank you for readingggg >.<
you were so lost in your own pleasure that you barely registered the sudden click! sound echoing in the room.
nico's hips slammed mercilessly into you, your face pressed against sheets. both of your wrists bound in his hand, his other having a bruising grip on your hip.
the stretch of him filled you completely, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body.
"fuck." he groaned behind you, the sound vibrating through your back. "you feel so fucking good, baby." the wet squelching sounds of your pussy causing him to shut his eyes tight. hearing you was enough to get him on edge, but seeing you would make him finish on the spot.
you tried to bring a hand around your body to toy with your clit, but something restrained you. a harsh, cold metal bit into the skin of your wrists, confusion cutting in your mind.
"huh?" your breathing ragged as you turned your head as much as you could to look behind you.
he laughed when he felt your arms wiggling, unable to move much from the restraining cuffs. "what's wrong?" his hips slowed their pace, the hand that was holding on the center chains of the handcuffs shook them teasingly. "can't move?"
you whined, "I-, when did you take them out?" you felt him lean his upper body completely against you back, his mouth right beside you ear. the slow drag of his cock against your walls making your legs tremble.
"I put them on you a while ago, baby. you didn't feel them?" you whimpered at the feeling of his hips grinding against yours.
you needed more friction, you just needed more from him.
you shook your head at his words as he pressed a kiss to your earlobe, moving down to your shoulder. "aw, you got so dumb on the feeling of my cock, hm?" his mouth leaving cold wet trails of kisses along your back. "does it feel that good, baby?"
"yes, nico," you said, desperation and need lacing your voice, "I need you to move again, please, I was so close." your face on the mattress again as you tried your best to move your hips. going back and forth as much as you could, desperate for some movement.
his hands ran along your sides before going back to pull on the cheap metal chain again, the tug sending a fresh wave of arousal through you.
he pulled out enough for just the tip to stay inside you right before he slammed his hips right back in, setting a punishing rhythm that had you seeing stars.
your body jerked from the constant push of his cock, each thrust of his hitting that perfect spot.
you could feel yourself getting close again, the fire in the pit of your stomach growing as you moaned shamelessly. you felt like you were dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets.
"don't stop, baby, please don't stop," you cried out, your shoulders burning in the most pleasurable way from having your hands restrained behind your back.
he never slowed his pace, pushing his thick cock into your pussy just to bring it back out. the relentless stimulation driving you crazy.
"never," he moaned, his breathing heavy and deep. "fuck, I'm close." he snaked a hand around your body to fondle your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers.
he could see your hands fidgeting in the cuffs, causing a groan to escape him.
his hips began losing their steady rhythm.
"you gonna cum soon, baby?" he bit his lip, just barely preventing a whimper to leave him. "I need to feel you cum on my cock." he did his best to hold off his own orgasm, his core burning with need.
you nodded your head quickly, unable to get any words to escape your mouth before a loud moan crawled its way up and out your throat.
your body shaking and falling limp on the bed as your orgasm washed over you. your vision blurring as that addictive white hot pleasure coursed through your body. your pussy clenched around him, the warmth and tightness sending him over the edge as he gasped and groaned behind you.
he pushed his hips flush against yours, his cum shooting deep inside of you. his whole body tensing as he emptied himself inside of you, a string of praises and curses falling from his lips. his fingers digging into the skin of your hips as he rode out his orgasm, his body shuddering against your back.
the two of you stayed like that for a moment, the only sounds in the room were those of your heavy, ragged breaths. the air thick with the mixed scent of sweat and sex.
the clicking of the cuffs cutting the silence, your hands fell free from their hold, tingling as blood circulated back into them.
he pulled out you slowly, dropping beside you as he pulled your body into his. "are you alright?" he asked, his voice now soft and low. his eyes softening as he took your hands into his.
red marks replacing the handcuffs, his fingers running over them softly.
"yeah, they sting a bit but we'll but cream on it." your hand going to rest on his face, your thumb stroking his jaw gently.
his eyes never met yours, too focused on the harsh redness sitting on your skin. a small frown made its way onto his face.
"i'm so sorry, y/n," his voice heavy with guilt, a deep sadness gnawing its way into his heart and mind.
you shook your head, rolling your eyes playfully. "we talked about them before, nico." your thumb shifting to drawing small circles on his cheek. "I knew this was going to happen, its fine. really."
he nodded his head hesitantly, wanting to believe you but the guilt of causing you this pain and not even thinking about it in the moment still sat within him.
"c'mon, let's take a shower." you said, slowly sitting up. "I want a massage from you afterwards, too."
he laughed gently at your remark, "anything for you." he pressed a soft kiss against your cheek, following you.
you knew going into the forest alone was a big mistake, monsters lurked around every corner hungering with need for your flesh and he was no exception. (inspired by this post!)
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It's a peaceful day in the forest, the birds are singing and the sun is bright and centered, sending you light and warmth. you left your cozy little cottage to go berry picking for the cake you were planning to make.
You lived on the outskirts of the forest, closer to the village but far enough from humans and it was peaceful so far. Being a deer hybrid wasn’t easy, it’s not like the humans shunned you out but you chose to live here by yourself to keep your peace and safety.
The birds chirped above your head as you walked deeper into the forest, following the mental map of it that you have in your head, memorising all the nooks and crannies of the place. Your ears twitched when you heard the sound of a twig breaking, looking around to find nothing but lush green trees drowsed in sunlight; assuming it was just a squirrel or a tiny animal moving around, you shrugged and kept going deeper into the forest.
You found the berry shrubs after a good walk, a smile on your lips as you bent down with your basket and started picking some and placing them in it. Unfortunately, you were too engrossed in the delicious fruit to hear the steps of a lurking shadow, too oblivious to the looming figure heading your direction.
“What are you doing, little doe?” a gravelly voice whispered against your ear making you gasp, the warm breath against your sensitive skin makes your heart race. You freeze up, too scared to turn around and look at whoever is behind you fearing that one wrong movement and you’re gone. “W-what… wh-who are you?” tumbling over your words.
“Didn’t they teach not to go into the woods alone, little doe? It’s too dangerous ~” a hand traces your waist, feeling the heavy weight of flesh and claws against your clothed figure. You gulped, still frozen in place while your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest. “I don’t know w-what you’re talking about..”
“There’s too many hungry monsters that lurk around here, little doe” claws now digging into your skin, prickly and painful as little droplets of blood stain your clothes. “And they feed on sweet deer like you…” thighs trembling, you squeezed them together and tried to bite down the winces of pain.
“How about this, little doe,” the voice pauses, warm breath moving to tickle the skin of your neck, hairs standing from the movement. “I’ll give you a big head start, you better run or else I'll catch you,” emphasizing the words with a tight squeeze on your waist and a chaste kiss on your nape, too fleeting you might’ve mistaken it for wind before you’re set free.
And you didn’t need to be told twice.
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You ran and ran as fast as you could, trees and paths melting together as you kept running, the pain in your side pulsing. You don’t know how long it’s been, you didn’t care, all you knew is that you had to run for your life, that staying still isn’t an option.
Finally, after running for what felt like years, you settled into a huge, hollow tree trunk. Panting and heaving as the adrenaline rushed through your veins, making you shake with fear and anticipation. Surely, whoever that monster is won’t be able to find you here.
You rested for a while, catching your breath and calming your frantic heart as you thought of ways to get home. You didn’t know where you were in the woods, weren’t paying attention to your surroundings as you ran for your life so now you’re stuck in this trunk thinking of ways to get home safely without running into this beast.
Once you were calm enough, you looked up to see that the sun was already setting. Has it really been that long? You really needed to get home before it got too dark outside. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, moving to push yourself up and out of this trunk.
While you were leaving, your body hit something solid, making you tumble backwards. A small oof as you tried to steady yourself only to find that what you hit wasn’t something but someone. He looked lethal, features sharp as the claws that adorned his hands, fluffy wolf ears and tail swishing around, his lips forming a smirk. “Found you.”
You bolted.
Crashing through the bushes with enough force that twigs scratched at your thighs. Like instinct, you jumped over obstacles and turned sharp corners around trees to throw off the wolf’s sense of direction. You kept running til your legs burned, and then you hid behind a tree trunk again, crouching behind it to remain unseen and to catch your breath.
Your ears twitched as you tried to listen to the sound of him, laying a hand over your mouth to muffle your heaving breaths in case he could hear you.
Leaves crinkled signaling footsteps. You're aware he’s getting close now. You didn’t have the choice to stay still again.
You leapt into the trees. Behind you, a snarl and a crash was heard as the wolf started running after you, making you pick up the pace. It felt like this is the fastest you’ve ever ran in your entire life, yet somehow still not fast enough.
Bushes and twigs caught at your aching body and acted as a barrier to your escape from the wolf. You can hear the pounding footsteps of pursuit and it only fueled you to keep running, because it was all you know how to do right now.
Skin tingling, you grabbed a sapling and used it to push yourself to the right, feeling the brush of fingertips down your back as he escaped from him.
Another snarl, and the footsteps faded into the distance.
You turned to duck back beneath the tree roots, making it three steps in before a hand closed around your ankle.
You yelped and screamed, voice echoing through the trees but it fell on deaf ears by everyone but the wolf, whose nails were digging into your skin. His grip tightened around you as you tried to run. Falling onto your knees from his fast hold. You tried to kick back towards him but he steadied you with his second hand. You were pressed into the forest floor as the other leg was forced into submission. Stones and twigs dug into your flesh as you were dragged backwards; into the roots of the tree that has once served you as a safe haven.
“Was that the fastest you could run, little doe?” the wolf mockingly asked, a hand pressed into your back. “I thought deer were supposed to be faster than this..” his tone condescending, weight settling over your legs, “or perhaps, you wanted to be caught?”
“Aaah —,“ You tried to squirm again, letting out a shout that was swiftly stifled by the wolf’s palm. Your lack of denial made him smirk. He smelled of dirt, blood and sweat and it suffocated you like barbed wire.
His teeth dug into the back of your neck.
Your body has gone rigid with searing pain, your legs twitching in place but they couldn’t budge with the wolf’s weight on them. You tried to squirm again, but the teeth pressed down harder feeling something warm and wet slide over your skin. Unsure if this was saliva, or your blood.
Your whimpers were muffled by the hand on your mouth, turning nearly silent from his grip. The scent and taste of the wolf smothered you, his fingers were immovable, and anytime you got close to moving it, the nails dug deeper into your cheeks and the teeth on your neck sunk deeper into your welcoming flesh.
You can feel the energy drain from your body, your constant struggling beginning to settle; one final whimper escaped your lips before your body surrendered to him.
The wolf hummed softly, his teeth loosening their grip on your neck. His tongue lapped at the bite with slow, languid laps. Your body shook with each lick, feeling his hot breath against your aching skin. His tongue caught a sensitive spot that made you squirm, he growled and bit down to keep you still, your moans muffled against his palm.
Wet tongue trailing over your skin, he works his lips over sensitive spots that have you seeing stars. He continues to bite and suck marks on your welcoming flesh, merciless in his ministrations.
In a hazy fog, you began to lick the fingers covering your mouth, licking the swollen bite where your teeth had been and when the wolf slid these fingers over your tongue, your mouth engulfed them with a soft moan coating them with your saliva.
“There’s a good girl” he purrs into your ears, his voice sweet and thick like honey that drips down your ears and muddles your brain.
He shifted and you can feel the hard weight of his cock press against your back, making you suck on his fingers even harder.
“Aw, aren’t you an excited little doe?” he muttered, sending shivers down your spine. “You want it, little doe?”
“Aah— mmfh, mmh…” Moving your head to resemble a nod the best you can with his ironclad grip on your face. His fingers moved to force your mouth parted, jaw wide open as he stroked his digits on your tongue.
“That what you want, little doe?” his lips hovering your ears, teeth biting down the soft flesh as you moan weakly, your legs twitching in want. “Want me to breed you? Give you a litter of pups for you to carry,” and you can feel your cunt throbbing at his words, slick slowly dripping down your thighs.
Your moans pitched higher with need, still squirming around for friction to settle the throbbing between your legs. The wolf clenched his hand around your throat, efficiently turning you quiet. Your breathing limited as your heart pounded against the heavy fingertips. Once you became limp in his hands, he released you.
Whimpers and gasps for breath escaping your lips.
“Stay still and take it like the pathetic girl I know you are” he ordered.
“Haa — y-yes,”
The wolf rose onto his knees and realistically this could’ve been your moment to slip away, perhaps elbow the wolf in the crotch and run back to the woods.
But the bites on your neck keep you anchored to him. If you go out into the wild, it means going to your certain death,the wolf would devour you from the outside in and the hand resting on your throat left no doubts of where your place should be.
His free hand moves to pull on your hip, forcing you to be on your knees with your face down. The slick runs down your legs and your cunt throbbed at the loss of his weight on top of you. You can feel his heavy cock against your thigh and you can already imagine how swollen you’ll be from his size.
The hand on your throat moved, angling your head back submissively. You feel his fingers comping up your throat, pinching at your skin and eliciting a whimper from your swollen lips.
The hand moved, trailing down your waist followed by his lips peppering kisses down your back. Claws digging into your flesh, and the other moved slowly up the back of your thighs parting them for him. Your body trembled with anticipation despite your best efforts to stay still, breath coming faster and heavier.
“Eeek—” you yelped once you felt his hot tongue lick a stripe of your wet cunt, whimpering as your nails dug into the ground beneath you. His slow licks turned into sloppily sucking at your clit and obscenely licking at your folds, thrusting his tongue into your eager pussy. His tongue dove into your core, feeling the slick and his spit slide down your legs. You can feel the spit the wolf was forcing inside of you and it felt filthy. All you could do was moan towards the forest floor and do your best in efforts to keep still despite your shaking figure.
“Aah—, please .. “
The wolf slid a finger into your cunt alongside his tongue, heat rushing through you body and dowsing your body with red hot blush as he kept fucking you with both his tongue and finger. “Hmm, ah! Please please please —” you begged, his groans muffled by your pussy.
You can feel his lips curl into a smirk against your dripping skin, purring and lapping harder making you see stars from the sheer pleasure he was giving you. Breathless whines and sobs falling off your lips.
The wolf nipped the flesh of your lips, fangs grazing the puffy flesh teasingly. “W-want your aah — want your cock, please please,” you were blabbering, and squirming in need again. The bite became painful, a slap to your thigh a second in silent warning. You listened and turned still.
Suddenly, he stopped and you almost cried on the spot.
His large hands moved to rest by your head, fingers long and shiny. You could feel the heat of his chest against your back, his teeth biting down your ear and you gasped.
“Be still, little doe” the wolf said into your ears, “Gonna breed you so well, you better take it” licking a stripe of sensitive skin.
Before you could respond, his cock pressed languidly into your copping cunt. A soft thwack-thwack-thwack echoed into the space around you as he slapped his length against you teasingly.
It started slow, easy, but somehow grating. You can feel every push at your insides as the wolf slid into you raw. His cock was long, feeling your stomach bulge from the sheer size. You choked on a moan, the sound dying in your throat and tried your best to hold still. His moans slipped right into your ears, the sound alongside his pleasure making you feel dizzy.
It started slow.
His thrusts were ruthless, his cock slowly slipping out of you only for him to bury it back into you, the sound of your skin slapping echoing through the forest.
“Ah, shit, you're taking me so well, little doe.” Slowly, the wolf started to lose himself in your heat and your body was welcoming him. He grunts and groans as you clench around him, gripping him tight like vice. “You’re perfect, made for this, made for my cock,” Your whines became louder, moans stuttering as thighs slapped against him. Everything sounds so raw, felt so feral that only made you sink deeper into the pleasure the wolf was giving you.
His thrusts grew vicious, breathing sharper. Your body ached with want, to beg him, to encourage him to breed you and fill you up with his cum but the words dying in your throat as he continued to plow into you mercilessly. “Just like that, little doe,”
When he finally comes, he makes sure you feel his release, the wetness of your mixed arousal and his seed, the pulse of his cock as it stuffed you full, his tip twitching inside of you.
Then, he stopped and breathed heavily against your bruised neck. You were a slobbering, whining mess beneath him, aggravated by the lack of your own release.
“Don’t worry, little doe,” the wolf rasped, “I’ll make you feel so good.”
His hips began moving again, his cock slowly filled you up once again, the cum he’d stuffed you with dripped down your thighs and made your pussy slick. “Oh, fuck, please aah— “
His thrusts turned harder, faster, and you were sure you died and went to heaven, eyes rolling back as you cried from the pleasure. All it took him were a few more thrusts before you came all over his cock. You were seeing white, your release drenching you both as you threw your head back.
You can feel his lips curled against your neck as your moans cascaded. He didn’t stop however, a few more thrusts inside your slippery cunt and he was filling you up again with so much thick cum you were sure it’s gonna stick. It dripped down your thighs but you can feel his finger sliding down the soft skin before collecting all the dripping cum and stuffing it back into your cunt.
You can barely catch your breath, legs giving out and he made sure to catch you, cock still nestled deep into you making sure his cum stays deep inside you. The wolf hummed in satisfaction, pulling your body close to him. He’s caught you and has no plans on letting you go anytime soon.
I love your fics sm and i read them all cuz its SO good
I wanna req downbad nicho ykyk
Love you 🤍
nicholas would do anything for you and he’s not afraid to let that be know—whether that be inside or outside the bedroom~~
down bad!nicholas who melts into the softest smile every time you enter the room, even mid-practice, and the members start teasing him immediately.
down bad!nicholas who learns your favorite milk tea order perfectly and shows up with it after every long schedule, still in his practice clothes, just because he missed you.
down bad!nicholas who sends you voice notes in all four languages (mandarin, english, , japanese, korean) telling you how much he needs you, voice low and raspy after a long day.
down bad!nicholas who wakes up at 5 a.m. after only three hours of sleep just so he can watch you for little bit before schedules—gently brushing your hair out of your face and whispering “how did I get so lucky?” in mandarin against your skin.
down bad!nicholas who forces taki to help him learn how to make your mom’s signature dish from a recipe you mentioned once. practices it at 2 a.m. in the dorm kitchen so he can surprise you next time you visit.
down bad!nicholas who lets you wear any of his clothes or accessories, no matter how expensive they are. he’s obsessed with dressing you up too~
down bad!nicholas who gets butterflies every single time he sees you in his clothes. especially when the sleeves are too long and you have to cuff them, or when his shirt slips off one shoulder. he’ll stop whatever he’s doing just to stare, mumbling in mandarin, “how are you this cute… i can’t handle it.”
down bad!nicholas who gets quiet and intense and a bit pouty when other people flirt with you. he doesn’t get angry per say, he just slides his hand around your waist, pulls you into his side, and rests his chin on your head while staring the person down with a sharp glare. always complains to you later, pouting and whining.
down bad!nicholas who already has future plans locked in his head: which cities you’ll visit together, how he wants to propose, what kind of home he wants to build with you. he’s been thinking about it since month three.
down bad!nicholas who carries your hair tie on his wrist like it’s a bracelet. if you need it he just silently offers his arm like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
down bad!nicholas who hatess when people touch his hair, unless its you of course. he’ll let you wash his hair, even dye in on occasions when his stylist is too busy. but his favorite thing is when you simply run your hands through it—or when you tug at his when he’s lapping at your cunt.
down bad!nicholas who still gets horny when you call him “yixiang” in private. the way his real name slips off your tongue just does something to him (that something is make him so hard it hurts)
down bad!nicholas who becomes the neediest version of himself after long schedules. he’ll crawl into bed, strip you both down, and just bury his face between your legs for ages—not even chasing his own release. he eats you out like he’s starving, licking and sucking until your thighs are shaking around his head, mumbling “one more, baby… just let me taste you one more time.”
down bad!nicholas who loves when you ride him but gets embarrassingly desperate when you go too slow. his hands grip your hips so tight, eyes glassy as he looks up at you. “faster… please, come on baby—i’ll be good, just move a lil faster”,
down bad!nicholas who gets so pussy drunk that his dirty talk turns into rambled in different languages when he’s close. “you’re so wet… 我的妈呀… 靠, you’re squeezing me so good”—the mix of english, mandarin slipping out with that raspy tone makes it ten times hotter.
down bad!nicholas who can go multiple rounds because he physically cannot get enough of you. even after cumming he’s still half-hard, kissing down your body, ready to go again just to hear you moan his name one more time.
down bad!nicholas who prefers domming you, buttt also lets you take control more than people would ever guess. tie his wrists with his own belt? he’s into it. sit on his face until he can barely breathe? he’s gripping your ass and pulling you down harder. he trusts you completely and loves being overwhelmed by you.
down bad!nicholas who cums the hardest when you tell him you’re his. The second you moan “i’m yours, yixiang” he loses it—hips slamming into you, moaning your name like a prayer while he fills you up.
down bad!nicholas who’s obsessed with fucking your throat. he’ll hold your head down, hips twitching as he pushes past your gag reflex, moaning “fuck…your throat feels better than your pussy sometimes.”
down bad!nicholas who gets hard when you’re mad at him. the second you start arguing he’s backing you against the wall, dropping to his knees and eating you out like an apology until you forgive him. “yell at me more, baby… i deserve it.”
down bad!nicholas who overstims himself just to keep fucking you. even when his cock is twitching and oversensitive after the third round, he’s still thrusting slow and deep, whimpering “hurts so good…don’t wanna stop. need to feel you cum on me again.”
down bad!nicholas who, after the filthiest rounds, becomes the softest boy alive. he’ll clean you up with his tongue, while whispering “i love you… i’d die for you. you own me completely.”
down bad!nicholas who literally worships your body afterwards. no matter how tired he is, he makes sure to kiss every mark he left—hickeys, bite marks, fingerprints on your hips—murmuring “sorry if i was too rough…you were so perfect for me.”
down bad!nicholas who carries you to the bathroom every single time. even if his legs are shaking, he’ll princess-carry you, set you on the counter, and run a warm bath. he gets in with you, pulls your back to his chest, and washes you so tenderly—shampooing your hair, soaping up every inch of you like you’re made of glass.
down bad!nicholas who always checks in the next morning. soft kisses on your forehead, gentle hands tracing any bruises, low voice asking “how are you feeling? was i too much last night?” if you’re sore he’ll spend the whole day pampering you—massages, carrying you around your apartment, cooking for you (ordering take out).
friday night ( nicholas wang x reader x nakakita yuma )
summary: the night started out like any other friday with yuma and nicholas; a frat party full of loud music and an over consumption of alcohol. what you didn’t expect was for you and your two best friends to finally cross the line you’d all been pretending didn’t exist.
warnings & tags: smut, all under the influence, threesome, porn w very little plot, p in v, member x member, unprotected sex & cumming inside (pls wrap it), pet names, cum eating, slight overstimulation, slight degradation, oral (m receiving), switch!yuma (if you squint), dom!nico, kissing, creampie. (pls lmk if i missed any!)
word count: 3.2k (3216)
authors note: hi... this is my first time writing smut.. any and all feedback is appreciated! also i do not like frat men ❌❌❌❌ but frat &team 🤤🤤🤤 ALSO not proof read so sorry for any mistakes
the fraternity house is bustling with people downstairs. it’s slowly dying down, but on a friday night, a crowd is to be expected.
voices blur together into one long sound. music thuds through the walls, the rhythm steady. someone laughs too loudly, then too far away.
yuma hooks an arm loosely around your shoulder as you pass the kitchen. “you’re leaving already?” he asks, as if he’s offended.
“i’m tired,” you say, speech slurred like his from the alcohol you’ll regret in the morning.
“you’re always tired,” he replies, but he doesn’t let go.
nicholas is a step behind you both, quieter, slower. he’s drunk in a way that doesn’t show much, more subtle than you and yuma. “upstairs,” he says, not asking.
you glance back at him. “yeah.”
yuma lets out a satisfied hum, guiding you toward the stairs like he always does when three of you to leave together. “my room’s closer,” he says, already starting up.
“of course it is,” nicholas mutters.
you catch the way yuma looks back at him over his shoulder; quick, amused, like they’re having a separate conversation that you’re not apart of. you follow anyway, brushing it off. maybe you’re so drunk that you’re imagining things.
by the time you reach the hallway upstairs, the noise from below is just a low hum, muffled through the walls.
yuma stumbles slightly into the wall as he turns, laughing under his breath. “we survived.”
“barely,” you say as you stop behind him.
nicholas steps past you both, opening his bedroom door, rather than yuma’s, without hesitation. “come in, or don’t.”
it isn’t really an invitation but yuma already follows him in. it’s his bedroom after all.
you hesitate for half a second too long. nicholas notices. of course he does.
“you coming in?” he asks, quieter now. his voice is softer, a subtle change in tone from when he spoke to yuma.
your throat feels dry for no good reason. “yeah,” you mutter as you walk past the doorway. the door shuts behind you, and the sound of the party disappears completely.
the room is dim, messy like you would expect a frat guy’s room. clothes on a chair, a half-empty bottle on the desk, the faint smell of alcohol still in the air like it’s clinging to everything.
yuma flops onto the bed immediately, spreading out like he owns it. “this is a terrible idea,” he says with a huff.
“you followed me,” nicholas says.
“exactly,” yuma replies, grinning.
you’re still standing near the door. it feels different, like there’s tension so thick it could be cut with a knife.
nicholas moves first, shutting the door properly this time. the click sounds too final in the quiet. he leans back against it for a second, eyes flicking to you, not lingering anywhere else.
just you.
“you’re still standing there,” he says, moving to sit on the edge of his bed.
“yeah,” you reply, but it comes out softer than you mean it to.
yuma pats the space between him and nicholas on the bed. “sit down. you look like you’re about to fall over.”
“i’m fine.”
“you’re swaying,” he corrects.
you don’t deny it because, well, you are. so you sit.
you’re sat between them again, like it’s become the only natural place for you to end up tonight. yuma sits up, the mattress dipping under his weight.
yuma’s shoulder presses into yours without asking permission. nicholas sits a little straighter, but not farther away. your knee brushes his when you adjust.
no one moves it.
the room is so silent you could hear a pin drop. it’s tense, like the air is waiting for someone to break first.
yuma exhales slowly, watching you more than anything else in the room. “you’re doing that thing again.”
you look at him. “what thing?”
his smile is lazy, but his eyes aren’t. “thinking too hard.”
nicholas’s voice comes quieter. “you’ve been like that all night.”
you swallow. “i’m just sitting here,” you say.
“yeah,” yuma murmurs, leaning back on his hands, “that’s the problem.”
nicholas finally looks at you fully. not the room. not yuma. you.
your breath catches a little too late to hide it, but yuma notices anyway. he always does. and this time, when his hand lands behind you on the bed, it doesn’t feel like an accident anymore.
nicholas’ eyes flicker down to your lips, pink and glossy. you notice, of course you do. it’s obvious from the way your cheeks burn up. before you can process what’s happening, his lips crash onto yours.
yuma is still sat on your right, hand moving to your thigh. you tense up at first, lips still moving against nicholas’.
nicholas pulls away reluctantly, a soft whine escaping your lips as he does. he chuckles, though he’s a little nervous deep inside. “is this okay?” he asks, trying to read you. the last thing he’d want is for you to be uncomfortable.
you nod immediately; it’s almost embarrassing how bad you want this. yuma’s hand still massages your thigh, hands creeping closer to your heat. “you’re wet already,” he mumbles as his hand moves past your skirt, fingers brushing against the damp part of your panties.
you just whimper in response, overwhelmed, your heart beating in your chest louder than the music downstairs. “s-shut up,” you stutter.
to your left, nicholas chuckles again, the sound sending a jolt to your cunt. “you’ve been thinking about this for a while, huh?” he asks, his voice smooth.
your cheeks heat up yet again-you’re sure you’re as red as an apple. “no—“ you start, but he cuts you off. “don’t lie,” he says, less soft than before.
you swallow thickly. you open your lips to speak, but yuma’s fingers push your soaked panties to the side to slide through your folds, causing you to moan. “you’re so wet,” he mumbles. without warning, two of his fingers plunge into your tight hole. your back arches, a loud whimper escaping your lips before nicholas muffles it with another kiss.
the room fills with the sound of your moans, and of yuma’s long fingers pumping in and out of your heat. “so wet already,” he murmurs as he watches you and nicholas. “needy little baby,” he continues. “dripping from just being alone with your two best friends, huh?”
you whimper pathetically against nicholas’ lips. yuma sighs with frustration. he wants your attention too. he curls his fingers inside of you sharply. “stop ignoring me,” he grits out.
you reluctantly pull away from nicholas, moaning yet again from yuma’s actions. “i-i.. yes, fuck,” you barely manage to get out. you don’t even know what you’re saying at this point.
yuma groans and pulls his fingers out without any warning. his other hand grips your jaw, pulling you closer to his face. “open,” he says, bringing his fingers covered in your juices up to your lips. and you do, lips parting immediately and wrapping around his fingers. he groans at the feeling of your wet, warm mouth.
to your left nicholas is watching the scene unfold in front of him. like yuma, his pants are starting to tighten quickly. but he decides to be patient, he doesn’t want to scare you off.
yuma stands up, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a soft pop sound coming from your lips. “up,” he says. you freeze, looking at nicholas. he just nods, signaling that it’s okay. you know they’d never do anything to hurt you. you stand up, nicholas’ hand on the small of your back. yuma looks over at the bed before his eyes meet yours again. “get on the bed, on your hands and knees,” he commands.
your knees nearly buckle, your breath catching in your throat. but you obey, slowly moving to the side of nicholas’ twin sized bed, getting on your hands and knees. nicholas shifts, moving so he’s sitting where your head is. on the other hand, yuma walks up behind you. he pushes your skirt above your ass, groaning at the sight. while he’s there, he tugs your panties off, tossing them to an unknown area of nicholas’ room.
“so eager,” he mutters as he sees you clench around nothing. you can hear him messing with his belt, the sound of the metal shooting to your pussy. he tugs it off, tugging his pants and boxers with it. you look behind you, and see his hand immediately wrap around his cock—it’s thick, not the longest but bigger than anything you’ve ever taken. you gulp, feeling your cheeks heat up again.
nicholas notices your nervousness and he cups your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. “it’s okay,” he mumbles as he watches you closely.
“the safe word is red,” yuma says from behind you. your chest tightens, you’re not sure if it’s from excitement or nervousness, or a mix of both. but you just nod in response, a quiet “okay” slipping out.
yuma’s hand gropes the flesh of your ass, his other hand bringing his cock to your entrance. he rubs the tip against your folds, groaning at the feeling. it’s so slick, so eager to take him. and it does. he pushes in smoothly, the wetness from your cunt making it easy for him to push inside. you let out a loud moan, sending a jolt to nicholas’ crotch.
yuma takes his time sliding in, letting you adjust to his size. but he’s impatient, he always has been. he doesn’t wait for you to give him the go before he starts to pull out a bit, pushing in and out of your pussy at a painfully slow pace. all you can do is moan, hands gripping the sheets underneath you.
the younger man looks to your right; nicholas palming himself over his jeans. nicholas groans quietly at the sight of you taking yuma’s cock.. yuma notices, smirking to himself as he watches the older man. they look at each other, speaking to each other with just their eyes as they always do. nicholas undoes his belt carefully, standing up to tug bis jeans and boxers down. you look up, mouth watering at the sight. ‘shit,’ you think to yourself. he’s huge, bigger than yuma. hes a bit thinner, but much longer. you swallow thickly, eyes looking up to his. he just looks down at you, hand moving up and down the base of his cock, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world.
yuma watches, his cock twitching inside of you at the sight. he feels you clench around him as you stare at nicholas’ cock. “you g’na put that pretty mouth to use and suck nico off?” yuma asks, grunting from how your pussy wraps around him so nicely.
all you can do is let out a pathetic moan and nod, lips parting immediately as nicholas’ hand cups the underside of your chin. he grips his cock, rubbing the precum on his tip all over your lips. he groans, feeling your tongue dart out, lapping at his tip like a starved woman. he pushes in further, filling your warm, wet mouth with his length. his head is thrown back, cursing under his breath as he hisses. “shit, baby,” he mutters as your lips wrap around him. your moans are muffled by him filling your mouth, yuma’s hips still snapping against yours. your moans send a vibration to nicholas’ cock, his hand moving to your hair to grip it tightly.
the room fills with the sound of both men moaning and grunting, both of their hips thrusting towards you. nicholas is more gentle, moving slowly but still thrusting his cock into your mouth as he watches you. yuma, on the other hand, is rough. his hands tightly grip your hips; you’ll definitely have marks in the morning.
yuma’s pace starts to pick up, his movements becoming sloppier as he watches nicholas’ cock disappear into your mouth. nicholas looks over at him, his eyes meeting yuma’s. “don’t tell me this is turning you on,” he laughs, causing yuma’s grip on your hips to tighten.
“s-shut the fuck up,” yuma grits out as he keeps dragging his dick in and out of your cunt. nicholas just chuckles, cradling your face as he continues his slow movements.
“oh c’mon yu,” nicholas says, suppressing his moans as you hollow your cheeks around his cock. “you can be honest, you’ve thought about me fucking your mouth, too, huh? don’t worry, you’ll get your turn too.”
yuma whimpers in response, his hips snapping harshly against yours, causing you to take nicholas’ cock deeper in your throat. he doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol in his system or the feeling of your wet heat around him, but his cheeks flush and he’s a whimpering mess now. “shit--shit ah, ‘m cumming,” he moans at a high pitch, eyes squeezing shut as ropes of cum fill you up. you moan from the feeling, your orgasm following soon after. you moan around nicholas’ cock, your walls fluttering around yuma, accidentally overstimulating him a bit. you gasp, nicholas’ length slipping out of your mouth. he hisses, but let’s you come down from your high. he watches you, brushing the hair out of your face as he continues to stroke his cock. “take a break baby, hm?” he whispers to you as you look up at him, catching your breath. you just nod, laying on your stomach as you watch nicholas.
he moves to the other side of the bed where yuma is, watching the younger one pull out of you with a groan. he grips yuma’s collar, pulling him in for a kiss. yuma moans against his lips, reciprocating it. it’s a hungry, messy kiss. you roll over onto your back, eyes darting up to them immediately. you feel a heat rush to your core, causing your thighs to squeeze together. they don’t notice yet, too lost in each other. nicholas pulls away and yuma whines lightly as if wanting a little more from the older man. nicholas can’t help but smirk as he pulls away from the kiss. “lay on your back,” he tells yuma, who scrambles to get on the bed immediately. he lays on his back and nicholas adjusts him, yuma’s head hanging off of the bed. “gonna put this mouth to good use,” he murmurs before he slaps his cock on his cheek. yuma’s plump lips part, nearly drooling as his eyes stare up at nicholas’ length.
yuma’s lips part automatically, allowing nicholas to shove his cock in his mouth. nicholas hisses quietly, feeling yuma’s lips wrap around him tightly. while they’re busy, you crawl over to yuma, watching him harden. your hand gently grabs his length, pumping it slowly, causing yuma to moan around nicholas. nicholas bucks his hips, groaning from the vibrations. he watches you, watching you tug your skirt off and move onto yuma’s lap, hovering over his cock.
yuma whimpers around nicholas as he sucks him off, feeling you line his length up with your entrance. one hand is on his stomach to hold yourself up as you slowly sink down, adjusting to his size again. you bite your lip, suppressing your noises. nicholas watches closely, his dick twitching in yuma’s mouth. while you adjust, your hands both move to his stomach to hold yourself up. your head fell forward, gasping as you bottomed out.
you felt yuma twitch inside of you as you clenched around him, overwhelmed from the feeling. he slipped in so easily from the mix of your cum from your earlier round. you started to ride yuma at a slow pace, grinding on his lap. the sounds coming from where your bodies met was erotic, so wet. the room filled with the sounds of the three of you moaning and your skin slapping.
yuma knew he wouldn’t last long, and nicholas was coming to his climax as well. he leaned forward, causing his dick to push further in yumas mouth. he slowly thrusted his cock into yuma’s mouth as he grabbed your face, kissing you hungrily. you moaned against each others lips, your pussy clenching more around yuma as nicholas’ tongue entered your mouth. you sucked on his tongue, your saliva mixing.
you felt yuma’s hand smacking at your thigh, his moans getting louder. he was about to cum again, deep inside of you. his hips thrusted up against yours, fucking you from below. you whimpered around nicholas’ mouth, the older man pulling away reluctantly. before he could speak, yuma’s cum filled you up again, your tight walls milking him. he whimpered and moaned around nicholas as he emptied his cum into you. you felt the warmth filling you, causing you to moan. but, you hadn’t cum yet.
nicholas noticed, still slowly moving his cock in and out of yuma’s mouth. “don’t stop riding him,” he instructed as he pulled out of the younger’s mouth. and who were you to disobey nicholas? you kept riding yuma, overstimulating the poor boy. his hands gripped your hips, trying to stop you but you kept riding. nicholas watched, stroking his dick at a fast pace as he watched. he knew you were close, as was he.
yuma twitches under you, whining from the overwhelming feeling as you continue to chase your orgasm. you feel a knot form in your stomach, causing you to once again clench around him. “f–fuck hurry up!” he whimpers at you, fingers digging into the curve of your ass.
“ngh–f-fuck, cumming,” you whined at a high pitch, feeling your orgasm about to crash. nicholas leaned forward again, jerking his heavy dick over yuma’s face as he crashed his lips against yours. your walls spasmed around yuma, whimpering and moaning against nicholas’ lips as you rode out your high. nicholas came as well, white ropes shooting onto yuma’s stomach and chest. he groaned against your lips, a string of saliva pulling as he pulled away.
your body felt weak, nearly falling over. nicholas caught you, chuckling as he helped you pull off of yuma and lay on his bed. yuma panted quietly, as did you. he looked down at his chest and stomach, his cheeks turning red at the sight of nicholas’ cum on him. “really?” he groans, looking up at nicholas as he sits on the bed between you.
nicholas laughs, “what? don’t act like you didn’t like it.” yuma grabs a pillow and chucks it at nicholas, causing you to giggle next to them.
“fine fine, you big baby. i’ll get a rag,” he says as he stands up, heading to his bathroom. while he’s gone, you lean over, looking at yuma’s flushed face. curious, you move closer, lowering your head to lick the cum. you hum, the salty taste hitting your tastebuds. he whines softly, feeling his dick harden for a third time.
his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging at it gently. he didn’t want you to stop, but he didn’t know if he could handle more. you ignored his tugs, licking his skin clean. his lips parted to speak, but nicholas clearing his throat caught his and your attention. you looked up at him, a wet rag in his hand as he sighed. “i guess this is gonna be a long night,” he murmured.
weno's love consumes you, it tears out your wings and leaves you a hollow shell of your past self, your bleeding heart lays on the floor beating for him. the wolf in lamb's skin, playing the part of your white knight, vowing to protect you from all the danger that lurks, yet he is the biggest one. his sharp canines dig into the soft flesh of your neck, blood thick on his tongue, saccharine and honey-like in it's taste, pliant in his hand — the wolf’s jaws closed over the deer's flank, lying in his claws with a gradual surrender.
coldness seeps into your limbs, fingertips digging into the searing flesh of his back. his hands crowd your body into him, looking for salvation between your legs and you grant him such grace, especially when his amber eyes look up at you with reverence. he takes you to heaven every moon fall, your bodies intertwining under the glow. gentleness was not part of his nature, not in the way thrusts into you but when his hands cradle your cheeks tenderly, fangs grazing the soft skin while his tongue licks at the salty tears adorning your flesh — chest rumbling with satisfaction, the rough fur of his tail wrapping around your legs in a tight embrace.
weno's love consumes you and you allow it, he's got you now and there's nowhere you could go, nowhere you'd rather be.
Wait I’m supposed to be asleep, but I was just thinking about late bloomer!Yuma who thinks he’s a beta. Who purposely gets under your skin because he’s pouty and whiny, and doesn’t like to share your time and attention. You’re his makeup artist, and he doesn’t like it At All when you do your job and touch up any of the other boys makeup. And then one day he comes in, sweaty, a little off kilter and he watches the way your nose flares. He watches the way you seem to have trouble holding the makeup brush. He watches how you snap at any other makeup artist, standing just in front of him when they come within sniffing distance of him. The way your eyes dilate when you touch him as he preens under your gaze. He nuzzles into your neck, calls you alpha. Pretty alpha. My alpha. And the look of despair, guilt, and want (the mine, mine, mine that bleeds off you) when you both realize he’s late, but he’s presenting as an omega.
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