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“All good to go!” Aidan said cheerfully.

“Mmm,” his omega said, eyeing the camera set up on a tripod facing the bed. A hint of nervousness threaded through his voice that Aidan barely picked up on.

Aidan’s eyes crinkled in a laugh and he petted Loki’s side. “You’re not feeling it today? I can turn the camera off, but your other alphas are going to be a bit disappointed.”

Loki’s eyes flashed indignantly. “Who cares what they think?” Aidan laughed and ran a hand down the omega’s flank.

“You do care what they think. It’d be a shame if Damien didn’t get to see you in this after you went to the trouble of putting it on, no?” He ran an appreciative hand down the lacy bralette and matching white panties his omega was clad in, then watched with some amusement as blue eyes narrowed and then slid to the side. Aidan licked his lips at the wet spot already forming in the center of those white panties.

“It’s not for him,” came the haughty answer, betrayed only by the high flush across his cheekbones. “I just like it.”

Brat. Love for his omega bloomed sharp and hot in his chest and Aidan grinned, hoping he didn't look too silly with his heart all in his eyes.

“And Damien appreciates that very much,” Aidan cooed, thumbing at the omega’s cheek. Loki’s eyes widened adorably at the touch or maybe at the affection brimming in his eyes and Aidan leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his chin. “Good boy.” The omega’s eyes fluttered shut at the praise, and then opened when Aidan moved back to the camera. “You’re sure you’re good? I was joking but I’ll turn it off for real.”

“It’s fine,” came the irritable answer. Aidan leveled him a look and the omega squirmed. “It’s just weird filming when we aren’t at home but I’ll get over it.”

Aidan laughed. “I’m going to start recording.” He checked the viewfinder one last time then hit the record button.

“Ready?” he murmured?

Loki, “…Hurry up.”

Without another word, Aidan hauled his omega towards the camera, pressing those long legs back into the omega’s chest so that the camera had a good close up view of the omega’s panty-clad pussy. He then tugged the scrap of lace to the side, hooking it around the fat of Loki’s mound to expose the petal pink of Loki’s glistening folds. The opening, well loved and frequently fucked, gaped a bit, exposing the fleshy pink insides. Already, slick was starting to drip from it.

Delicious.

He immediately set to work, using his muscular arms to clamp down on Loki’s thighs and then running first his tongue down the whole length of his pussy in an introduction of sorts. Then, he attacked that intimate place, roughly lapping across all of that soft, wet flesh and lashing at the omega’s clit before digging the point of his tongue into Loki’s gaping entrance.

The slick was hot and slightly salty, but delicious. It had tasted delicious when he had first put his mouth on his omega and since Loki had started eating more pineapple out of frankly unnecessary consideration for his pussy-eating lover, it had only turned sweeter. All his previous lovers had always commented on what a large, dexterous tongue he had and he’s convinced now it was so he could treat this perfect pussy with all the skill and merciless bullying it deserved.

His mate closed his eyes, emitting soft ah, ah, ah sounds as he worked. Aidan’s tongue dug the tender clit out from its hood and sucked it into swollen submission. He used his tongue to fuck into the softening opening and rubbed it vigorously against the silky inner walls. Wet dripped from Loki’s pussy in rivulets to soak into the sheets, the omega’s slick mixing with Aidan’s saliva as he mouthed at the pussy lips, alternating between licking at everything his tongue could reach and using his lips to slurp at the gooey syrupy folds.

Aidan’s head felt hot and dizzy and his breaths were shallow. He was on the verge of suffocating himself because he couldn’t bear to waste a second without burying his lips and nose into that beautiful, perfect pussy, the walls silky smooth and hot against his tongue.

He was doing his best not to let any of that delicious slick escape his mouth but there was just so much that it dripped past the open cunt lips to messily pool in his asshole and onto the sheets, the creamiest, wettest pussy he’d ever had the honor of eating.

I’m…messy, their omega had told them, embarrassed and uncomfortable and not like he was all of their wet dreams come to life in one gorgeous, bratty, submissive vixen.

“Your pussy is so wet, love, I can’t get enough,” Aidan murmured reverently into the heated skin beneath his lips.  Loki only whimpered in response. “Fuck, sweetheart, you taste so fucking good, the wettest yummiest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

The camera should be close enough that the wet sounds of their activities should be caught on camera, and he was sure all four of them would be playing this back at max volume. Maybe even play it on their huge TV screen in the living room so they could all jerk off together to the obscene view while Loki blushed and called them perverts, while he himself dressed in babydoll lingerie and crotchless panties just to cater to their depraved tastes.

He licked, then sucked, then licked some more, using his lips to nip at the wet, pink flesh offered up to him like a divine offering as strings of slick coated his lips and chin. He bullied the small gape of that twitching entrance open more and more with his tongue, dug his tongue in, and swirled it around to coat all the tight, pulsing walls with his saliva. He was like an animal, mindlessly supping on wet, yielding flesh. His omega’s hips bucked as he fucked his tongue into that slutty hole with short, sharp stabs that sounded wet and obscene, his breathy moans getting louder and louder.

In between the tongue fucking and licking between the fluttering, sloppy lips, he made sure to go back to his clit, suckling at the bud like the sweetest hard candy and gently nipping it with his teeth, and like clockwork, Loki moaned and squirted wetly into his mouth, the body under his arms shivering and crying out in between stuttered, cut off moans of his name. The opening of his pussy pulsed and winked at him as it flexed open and closed, slick gushing out in thick rivers with each undulation that he quickly licked up with his tongue to drive it back in and spread it across the rest of that pink opening, so that the whole thing was covered in thick, creamy goo.

“Ai-Aidan….wait, please – ah!” Loki’s brain was melting out of his ears, all sensation reduced to that wicked, wicked tongue searing a brand into his most intimate place. Moans and pleas were coming out of his mouth, his voice hoarse and increasingly desperate as he neared another peak. “Fuck!”

He wailed as his pussy squirted, shooting watery clear fluid straight into Aidan’s waiting mouth. Aidan didn’t stop though, swallowing what he could and letting the rest coat his lips and chin as he dove back in with enthusiasm.

In between Aidan’s open mouthed frenching of his cunt, Loki’s eyes caught the smirk that graced Aidan’s face. When Aidan’s eyes met his, he purposefully groaned into his pussy and the vibrations of it in his cunt made his eyes roll back in his skull.

…This bastard, Loki’s thought followed by Alpha’s tongue feels so good.

His omega was starting to get oversensitive, Aidan thought, as small hands came to push at his shoulders. Aidan paid them no mind and doubled down, lashing at the cute clit with his tongue and then closing his lips around it to suck. Loki yelped and tried to buck his hips to get away from Aidan’s tongue, hands pushing him away in earnest.

Make that definitely oversensitive.

But the dainty omega didn’t have the strength to stop a former professional athlete deadset on ravaging his cunt. Aidan flexed his biceps and clamped down on those squirming hips, digging his fingers into the meat of those slender thighs hard enough to leave bruises, and bodily hauled the omega even closer to his greedy mouth so he could spear his tongue even deeper into that wet pulsing channel.

Loki came again and again, his walls fluttering weakly around the invading tongue, and Aidan was met with a string of curses and broken moans of alpha, too much. The omega wailed brokenly, trying to push away the source of his overstimulation but the feelings of pleasure sapped his strength. With his bottom half pinned down, Loki could only arch his back, clawing at the sheets when his efforts yielded no result, unable to escape or stop the onslaught and only able to meekly accept his fate.

“Let’s do one more squirt before I let you go, hmm?” Aidan crooned with wet lips. “Let all your alphas see how messy you are.” He got a gritted fuck you and he laughed, giving that lovely clit a hard suck before releasing it with a pop to lave up and down the twitching wet folds, lapping up the slick and cum only for it to be replaced with more.

It wasn’t long before his baby was squirting again, hot and delicious on his tongue. To stop the temptation to suckle at his pretty clit until he’d squirted another fountain straight into his throat, he turned to suck a hickey into a soft inner thigh. Once it seemed like Loki had squirted all he could, he bent down to lick at the wet pussy to taste it on his tongue one last time, catching the errant foot that made to kick at him in overstimulated warning as he drank his fill. Once he was done, he brought that delicate foot to his mouth, sucking at each of the tiny toes as he drank in the glare from those blue eyes.

“Done yet, you horny bastard?” Loki asked snippily. “Can I get some cock around here?”

“Your wish is my command,” Aidan laughed, letting go of the foot so it could retreat to safety. He licked his wet lips, one hand dragging the back of it across his soaked mouth while his other hand gave two wet smacks to Loki’s defenseless pussy and clit. Loki jolted at each pat and his pussy let out another small squirt of fluid in response, the blue-eyed glare disappearing as he closed his eyes and muffled a gasp at the sensation. Aidan leaned down and gave his omega a scorching kiss, letting him taste his own squirt and slick, and used a hand to rub at his soaked folds below so his omega jerked in sensitivity, before moving away while cheerfully ignoring the muttered curses of stupid horny bastard. “Let me change the camera angle a bit.”

He kept an eye on that fluttering pussy as he tinkered with the camera, watching the way it clenched on nothing before relaxing and then clenching again, tempting him with its lewd winking. He zoomed in the lens, making sure the viewfinder was close up, lest any of his packmates miss out on any action during the replay.

When he was done, he returned to his spot between Loki’s spread thighs, thwacking his dick against that pink opening just to see the wet spray from the impact. The precum drooling out from the tip mixed in with the other fluids coating the half-ruined pussy which had bloomed under his previous ministrations. He was about to fully ruin it now. “Ready?”

“Put it in already!”

In one thrust, he pushed his dick balls deep in that wet entrance, one hand braced against a thigh and the other rubbing tight circles into that hard clit. Loki squealed as he immediately squirted again, spraying wet all over his own thighs and drenching the alpha’s dick as it was pushed out. The sheets were pretty much ruined and Aidan idly wondered if any had gotten on the camera lens.

“Messy,” Aidan chided fondly as he immediately shoved his cock back in and fucked Loki through his squirting orgasm, hand still unrelentingly rubbing the omega’s rosebud clit and quickly sending the omega into another crying, shaking orgasm. He tsked. “You’ve cum so many times already, greedy slut.”

“Fuck…haah… too much…nngh!”

“So you agree? Alpha can give you more if you want.” The alpha plowed into that soft, wet heat, making sure Loki could hear the squelching sound of his dick sliding in and out. “Look how good your pussy is being for me. Alpha would give your pussy anything it wants.” He didn’t take his fingers off Loki’s clit but gentled his touch to light strokes timed with each thrust.

The omega was barely coherent, letting out short punched-out unh unh unhs with each stroke in between babbling no, please, more, and stutters of his name.

Even with a gentle touch, Loki would eventually fall beneath the undertow and his body seized as he came again. The vice clutch of his cunt sent Aidan over the edge and he gritted his teeth as the silky walls spasmed and milked Aidan’s cock to completion.

Aidan slipped his cock out with some difficulty, he noted with amusement. Loki’s pussy, robbed of its prize, mournfully clenched around nothing. A glob of Aidan’s cum oozed out and his mouth watered.

He patted Loki’s thigh twice. “Turn around for me, love.”

His omega, lost in post-orgasmic haze, only stared at him blearily so Aidan manhandled him around so that Loki was now kneeling above his face.

Panic flashed across Loki’s face once he realized what position he was in. “Wait,” he said quickly but it was too little, too late and he screamed as Aidan grabbed him by the hips and impaled him upon his tongue again. “Fuck, Aidan – aah!”

He struggled to sit up and had the brief thought of crawling away, but Aidan hauled him back by his tiny waist and gripped him in place so he could only sit in overstimulated shock as his pussy was ravaged yet again by that talented fucking tongue. I’m so stupid, Loki thought hysterically. Even if I could crawl away, where the fuck would I go?

At first, Aidan only used his tongue to scoop his own cum out of Loki’s pussy, but eventually he gave in to temptation and his own addiction.

“N-No, please….aaah!” The omega cried as Aidan set his mouth to his oversensitive clit. The scrape of teeth and the lash of his tongue were unbearable, but he could do nothing but bear it as his lover ignored all of his cries and mindlessly attacked the tight button. The torrents of watery cum that flooded his mouth as the omega continuously came on his tongue only fueled him further.

Desperately, the omega looked around for something to distract himself from the assault on his pussy and his eyes landed on Aidan’s neglected cock. It bobbed in the air, back to full mast just from eating him out.

The omega fell forward to grip it with his hands, gritting his teeth as his sensitive nipples dragged across Aidan’s chiseled abs. He wasn’t tall enough to fully reach it with his mouth since Aidan refused to part his mouth from deep inside his pussy so he could only mouth at the tip and stroke at the rest of it with small, hot fingers.

Already at the edge from being surrounded by his omega’s scent and taste, the feeling of a hot mouth suckling at his slit and his lover’s hands touching his heated flesh was all that he needed before Aidan reached his own second climax.

He came just as Loki momentarily pulled back and the cum that shot out from the tip ended up aimed straight at his face, splattering his eyes, nose, and lips.

Simultaneously, Aidan sucked noisily on his clit and the combined sensation of being cummed on and his clit being sucked sent the omega into another shaking climax of his own. He felt wrung out and the squirt of liquid was weak and pitiful. “C-Can’t anymore, alpha please…”

He felt more than saw his alpha take pity on his battered body. His eyes were half closed as his alpha closed up his legs and left the bed, returning shortly with a towel and sliding it under his body so that he was laid upon a dry surface and not the wet spot he’d created. Aidan fetched a second towel, wetted this time, and carefully cleaned his cum off of Loki’s face.

“Don’t tempt me,” Aidan warned when the omega tried to help him by stretching out a tiny pink tongue to lick his cum-covered lips. “I can go another round if I have to.” The tiny tongue obediently slid back in with a speed that made Aidan laugh.

“You’re probably too sensitive to clean up down there right now…well I guess I’ll just enjoy the view,” Aidan might have murmured but Loki couldn’t be sure as his eyes finally couldn’t stay open nor did he have the energy to snap back at the perverted bastard so he just drifted off to sleep.

Seeing his omega had fallen unconscious, Aidan smiled and rose to turn off the camera. He’d send it off to their group chat in a bit. First, he had an omega to cuddle. And maybe eat out into wakefulness later.

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“E-Enough!” his omega whined, pushing at his head. Luka made a sad noise as he gave one last suck to that sweet nipple before reluctantly releasing it lest his darling get truly angry.

“A little more?” he begged pitifully. Sneaky hands came up to rub at the swollen nubs.

Loki hissed at him, batting his hands away. “They’re already raw, you obsessed freak.”

He really was obsessed. But how could he not be? The little pink nipples, wet and pert from his attentions, glistened temptingly at him and he wanted nothing more than to put his mouth back on them, to love them tenderly with his tongue and serve them with devotion but alas, their owner was cruel.

“…you can suck them each one more time but that’s it.”

Luka’s eyes went fond. Oh their owner could never be cruel; their lovely little wildcat who might hiss and claw but always rolled over to show them his soft, submissive underbelly or, in this case, his oversensitive nipples.

Reverently, he cupped each small breast, kneading the doughy flesh with his hands and bent his head first to the right nipple. He used his tongue to lave two circles around the tight bud and then opened his mouth, engulfing it whole. The contrast of soft flesh and the hardened bud was heavenly and he sucked slowly and gently at the flesh, fearing his omega could change his mind before he got to the other one.

With the manner of a maiden tearfully parting with her war-drafted beloved, he softly, yearningly released his treasure, before moving his attention to the other.

This nipple had only just felt the touch of his tongue a short while ago but it welcomed him back, trembling beneath his tongue as he took it into his warm mouth. Since his mate would not indulge him with his chest again until at least tomorrow when the sensitivity faded a bit, he let himself be a bit mischievous, using his teeth to softly clamp around the hardened nub. A hand came to grip at his hair in warning and he opened his eyes to see his omega’s stunning blue eyes, staring at him flat and judgingly. Obediently, without breaking eye contact, he retracted his teeth and suckled sweetly at the bud, before releasing it again with a mournful sigh when the hand in his hair began to pull.

The sigh turned the unimpressed glare of his beloved into indignant and he smiled winningly. “Thank you, kitten, for your gracious gift,” he coaxed.

His omega scowled. “As you should be. Now I can’t wear anything over them for the rest of the day. Again.”

Ah, what a vicious cycle. He feasted hungrily upon his omega’s tits, resulting in the nipples being too sensitive to rub against any covering. His omega then went around the house with his cute tits bared for him to see, tempting him to feast upon them again. Truly, a difficult cycle to break.

But he had been allowed his fun and it was now time to fully satiate himself and his lover. His mate’s eyes were already staring greedily at their prize. Luka ran a hand down his shaft, the metal of his piercings catching on his skin as he dragged it down. He thumbed affectionately at the omega’s bottom lip, already shiny with drool.

“Would you like a taste first, my love?”

His omega nodded. Luka laid back against their pillows and his omega came eagerly. He first took just the tip in his mouth, suckling at the four metal points of the magic cross barbell piercing in his glans, then ran his tongue down the shaft. His small, pink tongue dragged across metal and hot flesh, catching on each barbelled rung of the Jacob’s ladder running down the underside of his shaft, and then further down to the lorum piercing at the base near his sack before licking at the pubic piercing pierced on the other side with a captive bead ring, the tip of his tongue caressing each metal ball as he went. He went up and down a few times like this, warming up the metal with his tongue, before nuzzling his face against his sack.

“You love them, don’t you, kitten?” Luka teased breathlessly.

His omega turned bright red. “They’re the only thing good about you,” Loki sniffed haughtily.  

Luka hummed. “Wanna feel them in your pussy now?” He didn’t wait for the omega to respond before pouncing, knocking his lover onto his back and pushing his legs up and apart to present his wet pussy.

It was probably already wet and slick enough to take him but alas, they all loved to bully it without cause.

Luka gripped one thigh for leverage and then shoved two fingers into the inviting pussy and began to roughly fingerfuck the wet cavern, while his thumb bullied past the clitoral hood to begin rubbing at the swollen bud they hid.

“Ah, hnngh! L-Luka…haaah!” The omega arched off the bed as he came, squirting over Luka’s fingers to drench the sheets. Luka took his fingers out and rubbed the palm of his hand roughly over the entire pussy as it convulsed, sending up another wet spray, and then kept rubbing until nothing else came out before smacking it twice. The flesh trembled and quivered beneath his gaze as if cowering but it only made him want to bully it more.

“Messy kitty,” Luka teased. He considered whether he should wring another orgasm out this way, but decided he could be merciful when Loki set pleading eyes on him. After all, his darling had allowed him two more sucks on his pretty nipples.

His cock was already pulsing between his legs. He lined it up with the omega’s pink hole before slowly sliding in, making sure each of his metal piercings dragged against the silky walls.

“Ohhh…fuckkkkk…” Loki moaned, his walls clenching hot and wet around his cock. Luka dropped down to his forearms so he could stare straight into his kitten’s dazed, flushed face. He set a torturously slow but deep pace with his hips, making sure the pussy could feel the drag of every individual barbell and his magic cross kissed the omega’s cervix on each thrust. He never pulled all the way out, making sure his lorum piercing caught against the rim of his darling’s taut entrance and the captive bead ring, custom measured, stimulated the pretty clit peeking from its hood. Slow as it was, his omega was so wet that each thrust made lewd, squelchy noises.

He was rewarded with his omega’s lovely reactions, his pink lips open on a gasp when he wasn’t biting into them in pleasure and his lovely eyes misted over, tears leaking from the corners that ended up being licked into Luka’s mouth.

“Feels good, love?”

His omega slurred out an agreement and Luka kissed him, hot and passionate.

Luka gave two last slow thrusts and then began to thrust faster and more forcefully, plowing into the sloppy pussy and making loud fwop fwop fwop sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Loki could no longer feel each individual piercing, only the searing drag of smooth metal against his defenseless inner walls, slamming into his delicate cervix like a battering ram, and stimulating his swollen clit all at the same time. The wet sounds were unbearable, each piston of his alpha’s hips sending wetness splashing into the air. His pussy leaked slick and cum like a faucet around the cock destroying it, like a pitiful surrendered fortress trying to meekly appease its merciless conqueror.

He’d already come on that cock…twice? Three times? He couldn’t tell, couldn’t distinguish one orgasm from the next or whether it was all one continuous orgasm because it didn’t matter to the cock mercilessly pounding into him without respite. It was too rough, too good, too much. His head was spinning. Loki’s hands gripped at the forearms caging him in, trying to push the alpha away or even just to slow him down to catch his breath, but the alpha was unmoved, even amused by the weak attempts.

“I’m not going anywhere, kitten. Just let me fuck your pussy how I want, hm? Slutty boy loves some metal deep inside his pretty pussy, yeah?” Luka panted into a flushed ear.  “It’s so tight and wet…feels amazing, baby.”

The omega blushed at the dirty words. His pussy was spasming from its multiple orgasms, mouthing desperately at the cock in its grip like it had a mind of its own.

Luka hissed out a breath as his first orgasm rolled through him and he drove his cock as deep into that wet heat as he could with a grunt, spilling hot cum into the silky depths until it welled out around his cock. When he pulled it out, he sat back on his heels and marveled at the milky sheen coating his metal piercings. Loki’s legs were still open as he caught his breath, giving him a lovely view of the debauched picture of his wet, pink folds contracting around an opening oozing with spend.

Luka stroked himself back to hardness, rose up to his knees, lifted one delicate leg to hook over his shoulder, and shoved his cock back in. Loki yelped in surprise as he was speared open again and blushed at the sloshing noises of Luka’s cock stirring the mess of slick, squirt, and cum inside his pussy.

“Nghhh…I can’t…no more–ffuuuuck…”

“You can,” Luka said, punctuating each word with a deep thrust just to feel the omega twitch. “And you will.”

He slowed down for a few thrusts, just to drag his metal barbells against the walls and stretched rim, massaging himself against the slick, hot flesh before speeding back up. His omega’s soft, snowy tits bounced and swayed with each thrust and he found himself so entranced by the visual, he had already leaned down and bitten one pale, heaving mound, rolling his tongue around to lave at the captured flesh.

“Haah…you really…can’t stay away from….nnngh… my tits, you freak….” Luka hummed his agreement, mindlessly mouthing at the doughy flesh between his lips and slathering it with saliva.

His omega allowed the touch until a wandering tongue flicked against a nearby nipple and then a hand was pressing against his cheek, pushing him away from his prize.      

Luka tsked and straightened up obediently but then drove his cock deep into the boy, maliciously grinding both his magic cross against Loki’s battered cervix and the bead of the pubic piercing into the reddened clit peeking from its hood.

“Fu-uck!” Loki screamed as he came squirting around Luka’s cock from the stimulation. The leg not caught in Luka’s grasp tried to close inward, but Luka impatiently knocked it back with his elbow to keep them spread, his piercing continuously grinding in tight circles around the sensitive clit until the omega came again with a wail, shivering and squirting. The clench of his pussy from the sudden consecutive orgasms was enough to send Luka over the edge as well and he came again with a groan, shooting more thick semen into the ruined pussy. They’d have to change the sheets; the wet spot below the omega was enormous.

Luka let the leg he was holding unhook and fall to the bed. Loki’s chest heaved, his beautiful tits rising and falling with each breath and the twin fruits adorning them so lovely and tempting.

His teeth ached.

Suddenly, an idea slipped into his mind, so dark and devious that it had to be actioned upon, his cock already stiffening in preparation.

“Can I give you one more?” Luka cooed innocently and his sweet, lovely, amazing darling gave him an unimpressed, judgmental look but still he sighed and used his hands to spread his legs and presented his drenched, ruined hole for Luka’s perversion.

“…Be gentle,” his omega pouted. “It’s sensitive.”

Luka babbled mindless agreement and pushed inside again, the soft, wet flesh parting obediently around his cock like they were molded to his shape. Loki whimpered, his pussy oversensitive. Luka didn’t slide all the way in and just rutted a few times, his piercings rubbing gently along the walls, but the idea in his head was so strong it wasn’t long before his orgasm approached.

Instead of coming inside again, Luka used all his willpower to pull his cock out of that tight, inviting cavern and brought himself to completion with his hand, pulling roughly at skin and metal as he came, and aiming his cock so that the cum splashed all over the omega’s pretty little tits in thick, white ropes. He didn’t stop until he’d wrung himself dry and no part of his omega’s tits were left uncovered.

Loki lifted his head in confusion and stared at his own cum-covered chest. He raised his eyes to meet Luka’s in a silent question only to freeze when he was met with gleaming eyes and a wolfish grin.

Luka licked his lips.

“Ah, my bad…I came all over your pretty tits.” Loki froze at the false apologetic tone, his whole body turning numb with the realization of what was about to happen. Luka leaned in and sealed his fate. “Shall I lick them clean for you?”

Ah, Luka thought to himself as he smugly and shamelessly sucked at a swollen, cum-covered nipple, refusing to let go long after he’d cleaned off the cum, ignoring the kicks his omega was delivering to his back with his heels and the rain of cursing and threats of bodily harm. Such a damn good idea.

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“And that’s a wrap. Good work, everyone!” the director called.

Damien immediately grabbed his phone and swiped at it a bit, a dark smirk appearing briefly on his face. His assistant brought him over a bottle of water and Damien took a long swig before handing it back and taking the button up that was also brought over, throwing it over his naked top half. He was used to being more naked than clothed during shoots now. Already the normal course of a career for an attractive alpha with a toned body that went into modeling but even more so when the model had legions of fans salivating over the tattoos snaking down his left pec and arm who’d sold out multiple reprints of magazine covers featuring them. It helped that the cover had him wearing low-slung jeans that showed off his v-line and the faint beginnings of his happy trail.

“Amazing work, Damien,” the director hurried over to say when he saw the model leaving. At first nervous to work with the A-list supermodel, the director had been relieved to find that, although cold and aloof, the model was quiet and cooperative with a knack for finding his best angles.

Damien nodded, distracted with his phone, and padded off to his dressing room, followed by his assistant. She babbled a reminder that he could have a two hour break for lunch and a quick rest before they needed to head to their next engagement. He waved her off.

“Oh,” he said as she was about to leave. She spun around. “Don’t come in for any reason until I leave the room,” Damien said. His eyes narrowed. “Or else. Understand?”

“Yessir!”

Damien entered the room, closing and locking the door behind him, before turning to his prize.

He smirked.

Loki sat on the sectional couch sitting in the middle of the room, looking for all intents and purposes normal, except for the high flush across his cheekbones. When Damien entered the room, he scowled angrily at him, but the effect was considerably lessened by the haze in his eyes as he struggled to glare; to the point where he only looked pitifully lustful. His thighs rubbed together every so often, his fists clenching uselessly in his lap.

A slight buzzing sound grew louder and louder as he approached the omega and he pulled out his phone.

“Did I set it too high just now?” Damien asked innocently, opening the app controlling the remote vibrator currently sitting snugly inside his omega’s pussy. The app showed he was currently on 8/10. He’d had his omega at a baseline of 4 during the shoot, but he’d played around with the slider whenever they called a break, imagining his omega writhing and shivering inside his dressing room each time he increased it. He’d taken him to a 7 for the last section of the shoot and pushed it to 8 the minute he was done.

Loki gritted his teeth, trying not to pant openly.

“Should I turn it down?” Damien asked in faux concern, one finger pressing on the slider controlling the intensity. His cold, handsome face pulled into a smirk. “If you beg me nicely, I could be persuaded.”

“…”

“No?”

“…P-Please…”

“Hmm? I couldn’t hear that.”

“Please!”

“Hm, too late.” Damien laughed, sitting down next to the omega to show him his screen, and forced him to watch as he slid the slider to 9.

Loki yelped and shuddered as the stupid toy inside him vibrated even faster sending tingling shockwaves through his body. “Haaaaah…shit….you bastard…nnngh…”  

Damien tossed his phone on the table and kneeled down in front of the omega, grasping two squirming calves and forcing them open, exposing the damp spot forming in the crotch of Loki’s shorts, meaning he had soaked through his underwear and his shorts.

The urge to see became too strong and, too impatient to unbutton and pull the shorts off his shaking omega, he just used his strength to grab two fistfuls of fabric and ripped a sizable hole in the middle of them, revealing Loki’s soaked cotton panties. They were formerly white but now see through, the damp fabric clinging to Loki’s pussy and lumpy from where it clung to the vibrator nestled inside. So pretty. Damien preferred his omega in lingerie but something about Loki in an innocent cotton panty was also quite enticing. But still, there was something more enticing to be seen, and he ripped the panty through the crotch, letting the tattered ends fall on either side of the omega to unveil his prize.

Now, the pussy was fully exposed to his eyes, wet and dripping. A black string was the only thing visible of the vibrator and Damien looped it around his fingers but didn’t pull it out, only spreading the slit open between two fingers to stare, fascinated, at the flash of buzzing black nestled deep within the pink, fleshy depths.

“Out…please…?” the omega begged, spreading his legs even wider in entreaty. His hands tugged pleadingly at the lapels of Damien’s unbuttoned shirt. Damien hauled him forward, grabbing his hands and placing them under the omega’s own bottom to support it where it hung off the couch, as if his hands were the plate offering up his pussy for Damien’s pleasure. He was still wearing his shirt though and Damien decided to rip that open as well so that his offering was fully exposed from his neck to his pussy, framed prettily by the tattered remains of his clothing. Loki bit his lip but said nothing as his alpha ruined the last of his clothes, only staring pitifully at his alpha.

“Hm…” Damien murmured, studying the delicious sight. He tugged at the string. The black bullet vibrator shifted in place but there wasn’t enough strength behind the tug to dislodge it from where it was tucked snugly inside the silky walls. The omega’s thighs quivered around his head, hips humping uselessly in search of salvation, and hands kneading at his own plump asscheeks to take the edge off. “Not enough stimulation?”

“No…can you please…I need – nngh!” Loki threw his head back as Damien leaned down and licked at his puffy folds. His tongue swiped at the wetness clinging to the pink flesh and then dug into his hole, feeling the vibrations of the vibrator pass through his own tongue as he tangled with it inside Loki’s pussy. All the while, he kept a finger looped in the string, tugging at the vibrator and then pushing it back in deeper with his tongue as if playing tug of war with himself. Loki gasped and quivered and moaned, the sounds falling like snow and the alpha purred with pleasure to hear them. And yet…he wanted to wreck his omega even further. With the fingers not looped in the string, Damien shoved them inside the omega along with his tongue, crooking and scissoring them.

With a shout, Loki came on his tongue and fingers, wetness gushing from his pussy. He subconsciously lifted his hips to try and get away from the stimulation but Damien only huffed, pressed his hips down with his hand, and laved at his entrance until he stopped squirting.

Damien licked his lips, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand as he sat up. Finally, the vibrator was removed. Loki panted as he laid back, trying to catch his breath. He had thought the toy would be tossed aside immediately, but Damien shoved it inside his own mouth to taste the traces of Loki’s pussy from its body. Seeing something that had been inside his pussy now being rolled around inside his alpha’s mouth was so stunningly erotic, he instinctively moaned.

Damien smirked. “Very naughty, princess,” he teased as he slid the vibrator from his mouth. “Say...we haven’t tried out level 10 yet.” His eyes gleamed darkly and Loki gulped, wondering if he had time to crawl away.

He got in two backwards scrambles up the couch while Damien swiped at the slider on his phone before he was hauled back by two broad hands who immediately set the buzzing vibrator straight against his clit.

Loki shrieked as he came, back arching and pussy squirting a waterfall as his clit was stimulated. His spine was a live wire connecting his clit directly to his brain and the vibrator was now frying every brain cell he had. His hands flew up to try and push the alpha away, but they were caught in a one handed grip and pinned to his chest by his amused alpha.

“And where were you trying to go, hm?” his alpha mocked. “Did you really think you could escape?”

“Gghh….haah…gaaa–” Loki garbled as his eyes rolled back in his head. He thinks he cums again…and again…or is it all just one? Has he stopped squirting yet? When would he stop squirting?

Loki was a gooey mess on the couch when Damien deigned to remove the vibrator from his clit, drool dripping from his lips, tears clinging to his lashes, and his pussy swollen and dripping even without a cock in it. There was a huge puddle on the rug underneath the couch and Damien used a hand to smear the wet droplets left on the omega’s inner thighs and asscheeks into his skin. Damien’s abs and the crotch of his pants were also wet with Loki’s squirt. “Hm…this one will have to go in the favorites list, princess,” Damien murmured. “We’ll definitely have to play with this one again.”

His omega was so out of it, he only gave Damien a dopey smile, not even registering the words while floating in his orgasmic haze. Damien smiled fondly, thumbing at the omega’s plush lips before covering them with his own, licking into the omega’s pretty mouth to suck at his tongue. When he pulled away, the sight of his omega laid out on the couch, shining with sweat and pale skin flushed pink from exertion was so erotic that Damien spent a few minutes just admiring. Throughout it all, Loki just smiled dopily at him.

“Alpha hasn’t even cum yet and you’re already so gone,” Damien teased, brushing Loki’s damp bangs back. “But don’t worry, my little pillow princess.” He stood and leaned down to gently kiss his omega’s sweaty forehead. “Alpha will do all the work.”

He unbuttoned his pants, laughing quietly when Loki’s hazy gaze narrowed and focused right on his cock as he pulled it out, the omega’s pussy twitching and clenching at the sight. Even sunk deep in subspace, Loki still instinctively recognized and craved his alpha’s cock.

Damien got onto the couch behind Loki and shifted his omega so that they were both lying down horizontally, Loki’s back to his chest. Loki let himself be maneuvered, only gasping as Damien nuzzled and licked at his neck, one arm sliding between his thighs and parted them, hooking Loki’s knee in his elbow to lift up his top thigh so that his pussy was open and exposed and curving his arm so that his hand could squeeze Loki’s breast. His other arm wrapped around Loki’s neck to grip his chin.

Damien lined his dick up against the fluttering pink entrance, rubbing the pink head against the wet folds, smearing his pre into the omega’s cunt and mound. Loki moaned as the dick head massaged his labia, his alpha tilting his head with the grip on his chin so he could suck hickies into his neck. The omega was loose-limbed and relaxed as Damien finally entered him, only whimpering weakly as he was penetrated. The silky walls of his pussy felt like heaven as they squeezed tightly around his cock. As usual, he was wet enough that they needed no lube; Damien slid easily inside without any friction.

“Feels so good inside you, princess,” Damien groaned in Loki’s ear. The omega twitched at the hot breath on his sensitive skin and then moaned as the alpha began to thrust; slowly at first, and then speeding up until he was pounding into the omega, hips slapping against the omega’s ass and thighs. Slick and cum sloshed around inside the omega and frothed from the alpha’s thrusts, sounding lewd and watery in the dressing room.

Loki’s limbs felt like jelly and he surrendered himself to his alpha to be used as a hole for the alpha’s pleasure. Everything was fuzzy and hot, all sensation narrowed to where his pussy was being pounded into mush punctuated by pricks of lightning when the alpha flicked at his nipples. Loki’s head lolled, his mouth open in a silent gasp as his alpha fucked him, the curve of his cock rubbing at his g-spot.

“C-Cumming,” he gasped in warning before his body seized, shaking and shuddering through his orgasm, the force of his squirting so strong, it pushed Damien’s cock out. Damien took it in stride, slapping his fingers against Loki’s pussy and clit to force more and more fluid to squirt out as Loki jolted in his embrace and then rubbing at his clit and pussy in earnest to see it gush again. When no more would come out, Damien slid back in, fucking harshly into him until his balls tightened and he came inside the omega, sending the omega back up to another climax as he was filled with hot, sticky alpha cum.

It wasn’t over yet though. Damien manhandled the omega until he was kneeling backwards on the couch, his front half lying across the top. He pulled the ripped tatters of the shorts and panties until Loki’s ass and pussy were fully exposed from the back and then entered in from behind. Loki moaned into the couch cushions as he was fucked forward with each thrust, cum leaking from him and trailing down his thighs. The alpha had a grip on his hips to hold him up as his wobbly legs could make no guarantee. Each thrust sent the alpha’s ballsack smacking into his clit and Loki wailed as he came again, liquid dripping from his pussy to puddle on the leather couch and soak his alpha’s cock as it continued to thrust into him without stopping.

“M-Mercy,” the omega gasped, one hand reaching behind him to try and slow his alpha down with an open palm against his alpha’s firm abs. It was a futile exercise and Damien grabbed it to pin it behind the omega’s back and sped up just to punish him. Loki fell forward, panting and moaning as he was brutally fucked. “I c-can’t…”

“Oh, you’re back with us again?” Damien asked. He leaned forward and gripped the omega’s chin, lifting it up as he nuzzled the omega’s cheek gently in contrast to the savage way he was fucking into the omega’s sopping, cum-filled cunt. The omega’s legs trembled at his tone. “Then tell me, are you gonna watch me while I work from now on? Or do you want to wait in the dressing room?”

Loki cursed in his mind. This was the root of all evil. He just didn’t want to watch his alpha modeling live and try not to soak through his pants in front of all the staff. He swallowed heavily as he tried to force words out of his gasping mouth. “You know… that I–”

“That you get aroused when you see me modeling?” Damien bit Loki’s ear. “I do know. And I love to see it.”

“B-But–”

“So either you sit there in front of everyone and get aroused by me, or you stay in here and you still get aroused by me through a toy, what do you think?”

“I…I–fuck fuck fuck fuck—” Loki wailed as Damien pulled out and smacked his pussy, rubbing furiously at the swollen bud of his clit until he squirted again.

“What’s your answer, hm?” Damien laughed cruelly as he shoved back inside the clenching entrance. “If you hesitate or pick the wrong one…” he flicked the omega’s clit making him yelp.

“I’ll watch,” the omega cried. “I’ll watch…please…nngh…”

“Good boy,” Damien said, his tone dark with satisfaction. “What would you like as a reward, princess?”

“C-Cum in me…please?” the omega begged. “Please, alpha…haaah…”

“As you wish,” the alpha murmured, thrusting in a few more times before he came again, shooting thick loads of cum into the omega’s full cunt. Loki came dry, shivering and shuddering in the alpha’s hold and he slumped, breathless, against the couch. When he pulled out, cream dripped from the puffy pink folds to puddle on the couch. It was such a pretty sight that Damien reached for his phone to take a picture of that soft cream pussy pie.

“Mark your words,” Damien said, patting the omega’s backside. Loki mumbled incoherently into the couch, his legs finally giving way as he collapsed, thankfully not on top of their mess.

A sharp knock sounded at the door. Damien’s assistant. Loki eeped and in his panic, forced his exhausted body to quickly move and grab Damien’s jacket, draped over a nearby chair to cover his naked body, now only clad in shreds of cloth. “Did you really have to rip everything,” he muttered grouchily.

“I did,” Damien said airily. He raised an eyebrow at his omega. “The door’s locked.” Loki flushed and then sputtered when Damien only lazily tucked himself back into his pants without even zipping them before standing up.

“Wait…you’re not gonna go out like that–”

Damien bit back a laugh at the flustered sounds of his omega as he opened the door. He was careful to only open it wide enough that his body blocked any sight of Loki. His flushed, naked omega was only for his and his pack’s eyes.

His assistant was standing wide-eyed behind the door, but she hadn’t been the one to knock. Damien raised an eyebrow at the petite woman who had been the one to disturb him.

*

“I…I tried to stop her,” the assistant stammered. “But she–”

Vivian shuddered as the supermodel’s eyes landed on her, one perfect eyebrow arching up as he leaned against the doorframe.

“I see…”

Vivian tried to fight back the blush rising to her face but knew she was unsuccessful. How could she not blush? The alpha smelled definitively of sex. Not to mention his appearance oozed sex appeal. Hair mussed, chiseled muscles glistening with sweat from where his shirt hung open, his low-slung jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, and his cold, handsome face sweaty and flushed slightly pink with exertion.

He was Adonis come to life. If any cameraman had been able to take a picture of this Damien, the amount of royalties they could have earned would have set them up for life.

“I…I’m here to interview you. F-For the magazine issue,” Vivian stammered. She regretted not listening to the assistant as she squirmed under his gaze. Or maybe she didn’t? Because if she had, would she have been able to see this vision of sex-on-legs personified?

“Hm…couldn’t wait?” the alpha said, tone mocking. And then he smirked. Vivian gulped, feeling her cunt slick and clench. The supermodel brushed a hand through his mussed hair, tousling it. It looked good mussed and it looked good tousled – it was criminally unfair. “Well then…after you.”

“N-Not in your dressing room?” Vivan squeaked.

His eyes narrowed. “Are you an idiot?”

The ice in his tone jolted her into realization. Oh right, it would be terribly unprofessional to have it in the room where he just had sex, Vivian thought belatedly. Not to mention his partner was probably still…

“We can have it outside, follow me!” she said quickly, turning around.

She heard a snort behind her and spun back around, but Damien had already disappeared back into his dressing room, closing the door behind him. His assistant cleared her throat. “He’ll come back out in a bit, probably. You can’t rush him.”

Vivian blushed, knowing she had been overeager to meet with the famous supermodel. She had been hoping to get a selfie with him to commemorate but she might’ve ruined her chances.

She wondered who it was that he was currently going back to. Was it just a fan? If so…could she…?

“Don’t even think about it,” the assistant warned, familiar with the calculating gaze of an omega lusting after her boss. If she wasn’t in a committed, loving relationship herself, she would have been booted out long ago like his previous assistants. “That’s his mate. And,” she added quickly when the woman didn’t seem deterred. “Boss only has eyes for him, so don’t even try. Prettier omegas than you have tried and failed miserably.”

Vivan sighed and wondered what kind of omega was able to captivate such a gorgeous man and did they know how lucky they were?

*

“Nuh-uh,” the omega growled.

Damien sighed but it was fond. “Why not?”

“If you take this, what am I gonna wear?” the omega hissed, clutching at Damien’s jacket like a lifeline. “You ripped all of my clothes off, you bastard.”

“You want me to go out and interview in this?” the alpha asked, showing off his unbuttoned button down. It was soaked in sweat and translucent so it wouldn’t cover much even if he buttoned it. “I don’t mind but…”

He watched with amusement as shame for his own nakedness and possessiveness over his alpha warred in the omega’s eyes. Finally, the omega shoved the jacket at him.

“And give me that one,” he muttered, blue eyes glaring at the alpha who shrugged off his button down and handed it to him.

The omega wrapped the sweaty shirt around himself, adjusting himself so that he was sitting in a splayed seiza position with none of his intimate parts showing.

“Okay…you can go,” the omega pouted. “Lock the door. And zip your pants!”

“Yes, princess,” the alpha laughed. He zipped everything up so not even his collarbones were showing and leaned down to kiss his omega’s endearing pout. His eyes dragged appreciatively over the omega’s form as he stood back up. “You look good wearing my clothes,” the alpha murmured. He turned to the door. “Rest up,” he tossed over his shoulder. His eyes gleamed wickedly and he licked his lips. “You’re gonna need it when I get back.”

Loki watched as the door closed, speechless. His pussy throbbed at the implication that they weren’t done yet. What kind of damn stamina…

Little did Vivian know, the omega in question was definitely not feeling very lucky.

Chapter Text

Ryder took a swig of brandy and then set it back on the table, long legs crossing as he settled back into the couch with his papers in hand. Only one lamp was on, bathing the room in a soft ambiance. He’d taken his suit jacket and tie off and unbuttoned his dress shirt so that the collar hung open and his sleeves were rolled back, but he was still working. None of it was urgent, but the night was quiet and he didn’t feel like sleeping just yet.

The sound of soft feet padding into the room caught his attention.

“Daddy?”

Ryder set his papers down, smiling gently at the omega. Loki was dressed, barely, in thin silky panties and an open cup bra that exposed his nipples. He had many of these due to Luka’s oral fixation with his tits which left them too raw to fully cover. By the looks of them now, red and swollen, Luka had already gotten to them during the day.

“Baby,” Ryder greeted, extending a hand to pull his omega into his lap as he padded over. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Missed you, Daddy,” his omega mumbled as he climbed into Ryder’s lap, his knees straddling him and arms wrapping around his neck as he lay his head on Ryder’s broad shoulder. “You’ve been so busy.”

He had been. The most recent project at the company had only finished wrapping up a few days ago and it had required Ryder’s full attention. There were days when he only returned once everyone else had gone to bed and he stood alone under the shower, roughly stroking his cock as he watched the videos the others had taken of them pleasing their omega. He’d come many times over the last few days only to video images of his omega’s gorgeous pussy ruined with slick and cum.

It seemed he’d be able to delight in the real thing tonight.

“Apologies baby,” Ryder crooned, big hands stroking down the omega’s back and ending at his ass, squeezing the ripe flesh in his palms. “Work is better now so Daddy has more time to play with you.”

“Mm,” his omega said. He leaned back in Ryder's embrace, steadying himself with hands on Ryder’s chest, to look him in the eye from beneath his lowered lashes. Loki’s expression was aggrieved and his lips pushed into an adorable pout. “I was starting to feel neglected.”

“Daddy will make it all up to you,” Ryder told him. “Daddy also didn’t like not spending time with his baby.”

Loki grumbled. “I saw you cumming in the shower while watching my videos and you didn’t even try to wake me up,” he accused petulantly.

Ryder laughed helplessly. “Baby needed his sleep,” he coaxed. “But Daddy would always prefer the real thing.”

His omega lifted his chin haughtily. “Prove it.”

The enigma ground his growing bulge against the omega’s bottom. “Is this not enough?”

“No, you have to be inside,” Loki said brattily, his cheeks flushing.

Ryder’s eyes darkened and he smiled. “Easily remedied,” he murmured as he reached down between them and quickly freed himself from his slacks. “But we’ll need to be quiet.”

The cock was at full mast now, the length and girth of it intimidating in the low light. Loki wasted no time getting it between his small, hot hands, smearing the pre that had collected at the tip and using it to greedily stroke up and down the shaft. The enigma’s cock pulsed deliciously heavy and hot in his hands and Loki used a hand to quickly wipe away stray drool from his lips before returning to his task.

“I haven’t sucked you off in days,” the omega whined mournfully. “Haven’t kissed you or cockwarmed you or —mmph!” His complaints were cut off by a searing kiss from his enigma, who hungrily plundered the boy’s soft mouth with his tongue, tasting the minty aftertaste of toothpaste and something uniquely Loki. His baby moaned into the kiss as Ryder tugged his panties aside and two long fingers smeared the slick wetness there into the chubby folds and then speared him open.

His other alphas had played with him during the day and he was soft and open so the fingers barely met any resistance. Still, an enigma’s cock was a different breed and his baby hadn’t taken him in a while, so Ryder gently spread the omega open first with two fingers, then three, and then four.

“Daddy missed you too, baby boy,” Ryder rumbled against his lips as he pulled away from their kiss.

“Hurryyy,” the omega whined, breath puffing hot and wet against his ear as he humped the enigma’s fingers, his cunt making sticky wet noises each time he drove his fingers deeper.

“Impatient brat,” Ryder chided, shoving his slick-covered fingers into the omega’s hot mouth. Loki swirled his tongue around to clean them off. He was blushing fiercely, but still stared at his Daddy with fuck-me eyes until the enigma guided the omega up by the waist with one hand, gripped his cock with the other, lined them up, and without letting gravity have any say, controlled Loki to sink inch by slow inch onto his cock.

The omega moaned, low and drawn out as he was impaled. Eight inches in, he was already beyond full, but he still had more to go. The cock head pressed sweetly on his cervix at first, then urgently when there was nowhere left to go, and then, as his Daddy inexorably forced him down, bullied past that second gate when the last few inches bottomed out so his ass was flush against Daddy’s thighs.

He sat there, hands on his enigma’s shoulders and head thrown back as he was stretched and penetrated beyond belief, trembling as his pussy adjusted to the cock spearing him open all the way into his womb. His Daddy patiently waited as he always did, running soothing hands down his back as he caught his breath from how deep he’d taken his cock in. It’d been a while after all–his cervix had already grown unfamiliar with being penetrated.

“Sweet boy,” his Daddy murmured, kissing his lips and cheeks. “Taking me all inside your little pussy and letting me inside your womb.” A rough finger pad slipped between them to rub meanly at his clit and Loki mewled and came as he always did when his clit was stimulated, thighs tightening as his pussy weakly spurted cum around the cock plugging him full. Absurdly, he somehow felt like the cock sank into him even further. He tensed and relaxed in increments as his pussy and cervix became used to the feeling.

Seeing his progress, Ryder began to make short thrusts with his hips, barely moving but somehow each thrust felt momentous with how stretched he was. The cock was so big it brushed everywhere, including the spot that made him see stars, and Loki moaned, his Daddy muffling the sound with his mouth. He began to grind his hips in little circles, chasing the stimulation.

“You’re so deep Daddy,” Loki gasped as he wriggled in place.

“Missed being inside you, baby boy,” his Daddy rumbled in his ear. “Missed this tight, wet pussy and your womb.” Loki whined and humped desperately with his hips.

When he felt like it still wasn’t enough, Loki lifted his hips a little bit and then sat back down, wailing into his Daddy’s mouth as pleasure zinged through him at the slight movement.

Ryder let him do so at his own pace for a while, gripping handfuls of the omega’s ass and kneading them as the omega tried to ride him. With only his own strength and barely any leverage, he could only lift up a few inches at most, the tip of the cock barely even retreating past the strangling ring of his cervix. The omega pawed at the man’s chest and whined pleadingly, tears leaking from his eyes in frustration, but the man made no move to help him so he could only do the best he could.

When the enigma could no longer bear his pathetic attempts, he grabbed the omega by the waist and began to bodily lift him up before slamming him back down, first letting only half of his cock slip out and then gradually, higher and higher until the omega was getting fully impaled each time, his ass jiggling from the impact when it smacked back down. The enigma was also thrusting his hips up in time with Loki’s bouncing. Loki’s eyes rolled back in his head, head spinning from the dizzying rush of feeling empty then stuffed then empty again in such quick succession.

At some point, his panties, which had previously only been tugged to the side, slipped back down. It barely impeded his Daddy’s cock which just drove into him through the silk, leaving a wet spot where it had sunk into his pussy, but his Daddy tsked, quickly ripped the offending garment in two, and slid them off him without ever missing a beat.

Throughout it all, Ryder kept an iron grip on the back of his neck to keep their mouths connected so he was swallowing all of Loki’s moans.

At multiple points, he’d come, fluids gushing out of his pussy as he was pulled on and off that massive cock and soaking the crotch of his Daddy’s slacks.

“S-sorry,” Loki gasped when he was finally allowed a break from the kiss and realized what a mess he had made. His lips were quickly captured again, thankfully, because the next thrust had him wailing again, and his apology was made insincere as his pussy gushed a new flood of cum to soak into the already wet fabric.

Ryder replaced his mouth with his hand to muffle the omega’s moans. “Daddy loves your gushing pussy,” he growled. straight into a flushed ear before delivering a stinging slap to his ass that made him jolt and moan into the iron grip of Ryder’s palm. “So don’t apologize,” the enigma hissed. Wide-eyed, the omega nodded obediently, tongue licking his palm apologetically.

“Stay quiet,” the enigma ordered as he removed his palm. The omega looked at him in confusion but he only had a split second to wonder before his Daddy hooked one arm under each knee and stood up. Loki quickly wrapped his arms around his Daddy’s neck to keep himself from falling, his pussy fluttering from being suddenly empty and spread so wide. He could feel cold air inside his pussy from how wide it gaped. He only managed to lock wide eyes with his enigma before the man was plowing into him with his cock. The momentum of it sent Loki’s hips swinging back and forth to meet each thrust as he dangled helplessly from his Daddy’s grip.

Loki buried his face into Ryder’s neck to muffle his moans as his pussy was relentlessly pummeled, the huge cock carving up his insides with each stroke. His clit, peeking out from its hood, was mashed into his Daddy’s pubic bone each time their hips smacked together, making him squeal and sob each time as stars danced in his vision. A puddle was forming on the ground at his Daddy’s feet as his pussy gushed and dribbled, spraying wet into the air where they came together. He hysterically wondered if it mattered how quiet he tried to be if the slapping of skin on skin and the wet sounds of his pussy being pounded into submission already felt so loud and echoing.

He mouthed mindlessly at his Daddy’s shoulder, little cries of fuck Daddy harder, feels so fucking good in my little pussy, so fucking deep, fuck me fuck me fuck me escaping him, half stuttered and babbling as his mind leaked out of his ears, sensation narrowed down to only the feeling of being fully dominated by the thick weapon drilling into the softest part of him. His pussy and cervix tried in vain to clench around their invader but they could neither keep it in nor keep it out and could only meekly submit to the punishing rhythm that momentum set for it and allow the thick meaty rod entrance and exit as it wished.

“You’re getting a bit loud,” his Daddy mused and before he could blink, his Daddy freed one hand, grabbed his discarded ripped panties, and shoved them into his mouth, before smoothly hitching his leg back in place and fucking into him again. Loki swallowed around the mouthful of silk, tasting his own cum and slick from the brief moment his Daddy had fucked it inside of him, and whined helplessly.

He had no idea how long that cock plowed in and out of him, plundering his depths and sloshing everything around. At times, it slid out with an accompanying gush of liquid as Loki came, again and again and again, his exhausted body seemingly made of water, until finally his Daddy gripped his ass with both hands and forced them to a stop with his cock fully seated past his cervix so that he could blow load after load of thick, hot semen into his womb, scorching that most intimate place, as Loki whimpered behind his gag.

His mind felt floaty and he barely registered his Daddy walking over to the kitchen island, still keeping him plugged in place, and set him down on the granite countertop. The icy chill of the stone cleared his mind slightly but he was quickly pulled back under when his Daddy pulled the panties, now soaked with saliva, out of his mouth and kissed him again. His tongue felt thick and unwieldy but fortunately his Daddy didn’t seem to mind his clumsy attempts nor was he encumbered by it, skillfully tangling their tongues together in a toe-scrunching kiss.

So swept up in the kiss, he almost didn’t notice when his Daddy began to thrust his hips again in short strokes. The thick enigma cum that had had no room to escape when his entrance had been plugged by its maker oozed out as the cock began to move. Loki tried to be helpful by lifting his knees and planting his feet on the countertop so that his Daddy had a better angle to fuck his pussy and was delightfully rewarded with a nip to his lip and an increase in the speed at which he was fucked into.

Not so delightfully, the hands that had been stroking his sides came up and two thumbs maliciously flicked his sore nipples.

Loki squealed and glared and tried to push him away but couldn’t manage it.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” the menace said insincerely. He grabbed Loki’s protesting hands with his own, interlacing their fingers and using them to pin Loki’s arms behind his back as he embraced him. “Where do you think you’re going?” he teased, snapping his hips and capturing his lips again.

Helplessly, Loki submitted again to the kiss and the cock sawing into his yielding flesh. His pussy felt so hot and every move sent sharp pleasure racing up his spine. He was so overstimulated, he felt like he could pass out with just one more stroke but instead Loki just sank further down into his mind, fuzzy and floaty.

He didn’t know how many times he’d come in this position but a puddle soon formed on the countertop from his pussy juice, and soon it had grown so large that it was flooding and dripping down to the floor as his Daddy so helpfully told him.

“Y-you said…you said you l-liked me m-messy…,” Loki panted even as his face flushed with embarrassment.

“I love it,” Ryder said, hips slapping against his pussy so hard, droplets sprayed into the air. “Love fucking this sloppy pussy. Love fucking my baby boy.”

“Nnngh…haah…Lo-Love your baby boy?” Loki asked, just on the edge of shy and uncertain, and Ryder laughed, shoving his cock past Loki’s bullied cervix and lodging there. He used a large hand to cup the back of Loki’s head and kissed him so deeply that Loki’s toes curled against the countertop. They broke apart only once Loki needed air, breathing heavily as they parted.

“Love my baby boy,” Ryder said fiercely as he unleashed another flood of cum inside the boy’s womb and drove his boy back up to another peak.

They stayed connected like that for a bit as Ryder made up for all the days he was at work, murmuring sweet affirmations and praise into his baby’s ear interspersed with filthy comments about the videos he watched and the dirty fantasies he thought about while watching them.

At some point, Ryder carried him back to the couch, sitting down with no regard to the wet spot on the couch that wasn’t its first nor would be its last. Loki was unwilling to release him, determined to get his fill of cock warming that he’d missed, so Ryder only turned him around so his omega’s back was against his chest, each of Loki’s legs hooked comfortably over one of Ryder’s knees, and swiftly plugged him back up before Loki could complain while they exchanged murmured conversation.

Ryder rested his head on top of Loki’s as they talked. They talked about Ryder’s day at work, about Loki’s day, his part-time job, the new show on, Ryder’s secretary’s upcoming wedding; everything under the sun. And then his Daddy commented on the size of the puddle on the couch, the puddle on the floor below the couch, the puddle on the floor where his Daddy had fucked him standing up, the puddle on the countertop, and the puddle on the floor under the countertop and Loki twisted his head to angrily chew on his Daddy’s collarbone, knowing he was being made fun of but unable to defend himself.

Annoyingly, his Daddy didn’t even bat an eye at the tiny teeth biting red marks into his skin, just continued massaging at Loki’s bitten inner thighs, adjusting him ever so often so he was balanced prettily on his cock. Loki pouted at his own ineffectiveness.

“Welcome back, Daddy,” drawled a voice from the doorway and Ryder grinned as his three packmates appeared from the darkness.

“Was Loki too loud?” Ryder asked jokingly. Loki tensed in embarrassment but relaxed slightly when Ryder nuzzled his cheek.

“How could we sleep with the scent of Loki’s pussy juice hanging in the air?” Aidan laughed, winking when Loki bared his teeth at him. “Are we disturbing you?”

Ryder shook his head. “You came in at the perfect time,” he said, ignoring Loki’s look of confusion. “You see,” he said slowly. “I’m keeping his hungry pussy all plugged up with my cock, but…”

He spread his knees which spread Loki even wider and brought one hand up to push back Loki’s clitoral hood, exposing his cherry red clit to their audience’s eyes.

“His clit has no one to suck it.”

Aidan visibly swallowed.

Ryder’s hand slid up to cup the bottom of Loki’s tits, pushing them up and out.

“His tits have no one to suck them.”

Luka’s eyes shone manically in the light.

Ryder’s hand moved down to pat condescendingly at his thigh. “And his thighs, his stomach, his neck, his ears. They all seem unblemished.”

Damien licked his lips.

Loki looked at his alphas, then down at himself. Looked at his clit still swollen from abuse, his tits still sore from earlier in the day, and the hickies scattered all over his body, still healing.

Disbelief and betrayal heavy in his voice, he whispered, “No way…”

But that was all he had time to say before his alphas descended upon him and he was devoured beneath their tongues.

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Loki has no idea how he has become this…this wild nymphomaniac.

He fights it as best as he can, trying to ignore his simmering arousal but trying not to think about it only intensifies the heat pooling in his abdomen. His pussy is starting to feel like a hungry maw the longer it realizes it’s empty, clenching greedily around nothing and on the verge of rebellion if it isn’t sated soon. Usually, it’s plugged through the night by one of his alpha's cocks or one of Damien’s toys after multiple rounds before bed, but today they’re just taking an innocent afternoon nap together on a lazy weekend and he’s wretchedly empty.

Being awakened from their group nap due to feeling too horny is ridiculous and yet that is his current reality. His alphas are scattered around him and the even hornier bastards don’t have this problem, so why does Loki? He never used to be like this. He is the innocent victim of their perversion!

Tears well up in his eyes from the unfairness of it all, but denial isn’t helping him cope with the physical aspects of his reality so he grumpily sits up and shoves a hand into his panties, grimacing at how wet his pussy is already.

He shoves two fingers into himself and scissors them roughly. He isn't gentle with himself because his pussy is being a bitch to him right now, but it isn’t even fazed, hungrily sucking in his fingers without the slightest hint of resistance. And then it has the audacity to find them inadequate, his fingers shorter and smaller than the fingers it’s used to.

Fully irritated, he slides his slick-covered fingers out from the ungrateful thing and licks at them angrily to clean them. His ire turns to the four men sleeping in his bed with not a care in the world to how he’s suffering because of what they have turned his pussy into. A conniving, greedy, slutty abyss that can’t be satisfied without one of their monstrous fucking cocks drilling into it until it’s ruined.

They should take responsibility, Loki sniffs petulantly. He’s been woken up far too often with a tongue or fingers or a cock or all three at once already inside his pussy so he’s only giving them a taste of their own medicine.

Mind made up, he slips his panties off, throwing them carelessly to the side.

His first victim is Aidan because he is Loki’s number one repeat offender. More often than not, he wakes to a hungry tongue drilling into his pussy. He has no evidence outside of how raw his clit feels some days right as he wakes up and how much wetter he feels on those mornings but he suspects it’s more frequent than he realizes and he just doesn’t wake up from it. How the man is able to participate in fucking him late into the night and still wake up early to eat him out is a mystery.

Aidan is sleeping on his back, eyelids fluttering in deep sleep, and mouth softly parted as he breathes which seems perfect for his intended purpose. Loki swings his leg over to straddle his alpha’s face, lowers his pussy to hover just above his mouth, and then…stops. Would it make sense to just…rub his pussy over the open mouth? Without a tongue sticking out…how would this even work?

He doesn’t have to think too long though because Aidan’s oral fixation kicks in for him and Aidan’s tongue, conditioned to work at the smell of wet pussy, slithers out and starts slurping at his juices.

At the first touch of wet muscle, he wonders if he’s woken his alpha and is shocked and bewildered when he looks down and realizes his alpha is still asleep, eyes closed and tongue apparently working on autopilot.

His legs buckle at a particularly hard suck and he doesn’t have time to catch himself before he’s all the way sitting on his alpha’s face. He grips the headboard and tries to lift himself up so he isn’t suffocating the alpha but arms come around to clamp him flush against Aidan’s mouth, rendering him unable to escape or move as a greedy tongue plunders his soft insides.

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He often dreams of eating his omega out, but today’s dream feels extra real somehow. The scent of delectable pussy in his nose is so intense and he strains his neck towards the source to bury his nose and lips inside sweet, yielding flesh and just slobber–

Aidan slowly comes awake. Everything is hazy and he thinks he’s woken into another dream from a deeper dream somehow because he’s tongue deep inside his dream pussy and how did he get here if it’s not a dream, there’s no way he’s been unconsciously tonguefucking his mate…right?

Loki’s moaning softly while riding his tongue, hips rocking as he tries to shove his pussy farther onto Aidan’s tongue. Aidan lets him, keeping his tongue still, just a tool for his omega to use.

His omega isn’t satisfied though, and his movements get faster and rougher, with no regard for anything but his own pleasure.

“Fuck…how does he get it in so deep all the time,” his omega mutters to himself. “Usually it feels like he’s licking straight into my womb.” A hand lands in his air and grips at the strands, pulling his head forward and mashing it into his pussy to get him even closer.

The sharp tug of his hair being pulled is what wakes him fully up and he makes a noise at the pain. His omega realizes it too, his hips freezing in place, as they lock eyes.

Loki’s previous confidence and horny righteousness shatter all over the floor when he realizes he’s been caught.

“S-Sorry,” his omega cries pitifully, “I was so horny, I just – haah!” Aidan cuts him off by slamming him back down to meet a rough suck to his tight clit.

“My face is your throne, sweetheart,” he rasps. “You can sit wherever and whenever you’d like.” Or whenever alpha liked, he laughs to himself because he’s pulled his reluctant, oversensitive omega to his face more times than he could count. He kneads at the plush ass under his fingers, encouraging those hips to hump and ride his tongue, and delighting in the slick folds dragging messily over his lips.

“Haah…nghhh…gonna c-cum–ohhhh!” His omega comes, shaking and squirting around his tongue and Aidan drinks it all up, unmindful of the drops staining his pillow. He won’t even wash it, this is even better than asking his omega to just rub his pussy all over his pillow which he’s asked for and been rejected. (He just does it secretly once his omega has been tired out from exhaustion. He just sleeps better buried in the scent.)

“Well good afternoon to you two,” drawls a voice and Loki realizes Luka is now awake, still curled up but eyes open and watching Loki get his pussy eaten out with hungry eyes.

“H-Hi?” Loki squeaks out. Aidan doesn’t even twitch or acknowledge him, just mindlessly gorges himself on Loki’s soft, tender flesh.

Luka watches them for a moment longer and then uncurls, smacking Aidan on the thigh as he crawls towards them.  

“Turn him around, you oaf, I wanna suck his tits.”

Aidan sighs loudly through his nose and releases the pussy meat in his mouth with an aggrieved pop before lifting Loki up by the waist with Luka’s help and spinning him around so he now facing the end of the bed instead. This all happens in the blink of an eye and Loki has no time to take a breath before he’s being deposited back down onto Aidan’s waiting tongue and a set of teeth latch onto his nipple, eager fingers pulling his bra off of him.

“Fuck, Luka…haah…” Loki braces himself using Luka’s shoulders who was now kneeling in front of him. Luka’s fingers knead at his tits, bunching them together so that his nipples stand out, hardening to attention. Luka worships at one with his mouth, rubbing at the other with the pads of his fingers so it wouldn’t feel neglected.

“Pretty tits,” Luka mumbles reverently, hot breath washing over the nipple wet from saliva. “So fucking pretty, fucking love these tits, wanna suck your nipples every single minute.”

The omega shudders and reaches a hand down to swipe at his messy pussy and then grips at Luka’s pierced cock so tightly Luka moans. “S-Shut up!” Loki grits out but it’s breathless with pleasure as he strokes hot flesh and metal using the combination of Aidan’s saliva and his own cum and slick as lube. Aidan moans as his pussy gushes wetter from the sensations of Luka biting at his nipples in retaliation.

Loki is caught between the two, wanting to lift up and away from the mouth plundering his oversensitive cunt only to send his nipples deeper into Luka’s waiting mouth. If he tries to pull away to lessen the sensations from his sore nipples, he only succeeds in grinding further down and sending his swollen clit into dangerous territory.

Insatiable beasts with their insatiable oral fixations.

It isn’t until a cock is rubbing at the small of his back that he realizes his third insatiable beastly alpha with an oral fixation is awake.

Damien’s hair is tousled and messy where it hovers in Loki’s peripheral vision. Familiar lips set themselves upon his neck, sucking new marks on top of old marks. A rough tongue traces his nape and he cranes his neck away which only gives the beast more access to his coveted prize.

“Princess,” is breathed hotly into the junction of his neck and shoulder. A cock ruts at the small of Loki’s back, smearing pre into the delicate skin there.

“Vampire,” Loki mutters as his neck is mauled. Damien huffs a laugh at the nickname and grabs Loki’s other hand to wrap it around the alpha’s dick. Because he’s a pervert, he’s somehow found Loki’s discarded panties and has wrapped it around his cock so that he’s touching him through the silk, but it’s thin enough that he can still feel the hot flesh and pulsing veins beneath it. The alpha makes the small hot fingers grip him tightly while Damien humps his shaft against the tight pocket of silk and stimulates the sensitive head by rubbing it harder against the omega’s back.

“I want my dick touched,” Aidan grumbles. Luka, who is the closest, ignores him because his hands are busy gripping at Loki’s tits as he mouths away. Damien helpfully leans forward and replaces the hand Aidan is using to spread their omega’s pink folds with his own so that Aidan can fist his own cock. “Thanks bud,” Aidan laughs.

Loki is moaning up a storm in the center of them all, lithe body wriggling as sensations assault him from all sides. His cunt, his tits, his neck and back, the hot flesh between his fingers. Everything makes his head spin but when a deep voice sounds from above him, he immediately snaps to attention.

“Open up baby,” his Daddy commands from where he’s standing behind Luka, lazily fisting his cock, and Loki immediately opens his mouth to accept the massive pillar that pushes into his throat. His eyes water at the stretch, leaking from the corners of his eyes, only to be wiped away by his Daddy’s tender thumb. “Good boy.”

He can barely fit half of it in but Loki still moans around the cock in his mouth that thrusts gently against his tongue. Heat sizzles up his spine and his body seizes around a full-body orgasm.

Aidan slurps it all up with an affectionate laugh. “Just from Daddy praising you? Slut.”

“Mm,” his Daddy rumbles, gripping him by the hair to slide him off his cock and pressing Loki’s face to the neglected base of his cock so he can hungrily mouth at the heavy ballsack.

Loki doesn’t even have the capacity to protest. His whole body feels like a live wire, overstimulated and stretched to its limits. But still his hungry pussy isn’t satisfied.

“C-Cock please!” he begs. “I need–ah!”

There’s a flurry of movement as all of his alphas spring into action.

His Daddy lays down on the bed and receives Loki’s shaking body onto his massive cock. Aidan lays down between his legs, licking and slurping at his entrance where it stretches obscenely from Ryder’s girth, fisting his own cock to the rhythm of Loki’s convulsing pussy. Luka kneels in front of him and above Aidan’s head, reattaching himself to his swollen nipples, and Damien kneels behind him, rutting against the curve of his ass and sucking bruises into his neck and shoulders. Loki reaches out blindly and takes their cocks back into his hands.

His pussy is filled to the brim, the world is at peace, Loki feels invincible and vulnerable all at once and his thighs shake as his Daddy begins to thrust in and out of him and his other alphas devour him. Even while using his pussy from below, Loki still thinks he can feel his Daddy’s cock in his throat, it’s just so much. 

His tongue lolls out of his mouth. He doesn’t think he can speak but he wants to tell them…wants to be good for them. “F-Fuck, feels s-so good….haah…nngh…alpha, please…aaah!”

“How could we deny you, kitten?” Luka sighs affectionately, releasing his nipple to kiss their omega, tongues intertwining.

When they separate, Loki’s eyes are misted over but his brows are furrowed.

“F-Feels good f-for… a-alphas too?” he manages to slur out and all four men soften.

Their sweet, precious boy. So sexy and determined yet kind and considerate. Here they are, all of them taking their pleasure from his delectable body in their own ways and he still worried about pleasing them.

“Feels amazing, baby boy,” his Daddy answers for all of them, voice so deep and syrupy it rumbles through them all. As expected of their pack leader.

Their omega smiles dazedly. “L-Love you alphas,” he gasps and it’s those words, spoken with such deep love and sincerity despite his hazy state, that send the four of them hurtling towards their peaks.

Ryder’s load shoots deep into Loki’s womb, filling him up, the excess of it pooling on his own abdomen where it leaks out from where Loki is speared open. The heat of it sends Loki into his own nth climax, cum gushing from his pussy to mix with Ryder’s cum. Aidan’s spurts into the bedsheets where his cock is sandwiched between him and the bed, some of it splashing onto Ryder in the process and joining the existing pool. Luka’s and Damien’s arc up and splatter along Loki’s chest and back.

The four of them stay motionless where they are, trying to catch their breath.

Only Loki lifts a hand to swipe through the mess on his chest and back, dragging his fingers through the puddle on his Daddy’s abdomen. And then, out of habit, he lifts his fingers to his mouth to clean them off, his small pink tongue swirling around the digits to lick them clean of their combined spend like a little kitten. The taste is not bad, he thinks fuzzily.

It’s only when he finishes licking his fingers clean that he becomes aware of all the eyes that had watched his actions in perverted fascination. Loki trembles under their combined gaze. “Umm…thank…thank you for the meal?”

He means that he’s satisfied and all good now but all four alphas’ gazes only get more predatory.

“Oh, princess,” Damien says simply. “Wrong thing to say.”

The omega is pressed back down, yowling and then moaning as they take him again and again and again and again. None of them feel the slightest bit guilty because, as they kindly and continuously remind Loki whenever he tries to tap out, he was the one that started this.

And poor Loki, licked and fucked and sucked to within an inch of his life, curses that insatiable maw between his legs.

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Behind Aidan’s sunshine smile was a devil. The Devil. Capitalized! A demon, a malicious spirit, a-a…trickster god!

“Isn’t that you?” the man in question chuckled. “Loki, trickster god of the North?”

“F-Fuck you…bastard, you tricked me!”

Aidan laughed helplessly. “I told you what I was going to do and you agreed.”

Loki bared his teeth at him but it wasn’t at all intimidating. Not with him bent fully in half like a pretzel on the bed, his feet touching the bed above his head and his pussy pushed into the air at an angle where he could perfectly see it. 

The angle was also perfect for Aidan, standing next to the bed, to lean down and eat his pussy out while Loki watched. 

And yes, Loki had agreed to this and voluntarily let himself be bent into this position, and he knew how intensely and voraciously his mate loved eating him out but it was too much, too much!

It was too much to watch Aidan’s thick tongue disappear into his folds. Too much to have to watch it descend deeper and deeper and be able to feel it digging into his depths and swirling against his walls. Too much to see Aidan mouthing at his puffy cunt and see the strings of slick that connected the two different sets of lips. If stretched, they would’ve broken but Aidan’s mouth never strayed far enough for them to. And his traitorous cunt seemed to have a mind of its own, pulsing and opening and spitting out globs of slick and cum to replace what Aidan was licking away. Everything was so gooey and sticky and messy, his toes curled in the sheets in shame.  

“Sweetheart, look,” Aidan whispered as he used his fingers to peel back his hood to view his clit. Loki wanted to squeeze his eyes shut but he couldn't look away as Aidan took the little red bud of flesh gently between his teeth. 

“No, no, no, no– hnnngh!” Loki whimpered as Aidan gently scraped his teeth against that little bundle of nerves and fuck, he’s cumming, he’s cumming, fuckfuckfuckfuck and Aidan is laughing that bastard as he squirts, liquid gushing from his pussy and splattering down and a growled there’s more where that came from, huh baby? as the alpha rubbed a rough hand across his watery cunt and Loki is moaning and squirting again and fuck of course there is, is he made out of fucking water, what the fuck. 

“So fucking wet, omega,” Aidan moaned. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were hazy, almost like he was–

“Are you drunk off my pussy?” Loki blurted and immediately regretted it when Aidan laughed. 

“Oh yeah,” the alpha grinned shamelessly. He used his lips to mouth gently at the soft folds.“Drunk off your sweet, sweet nectar.”

Aidan had meant to take his time. Taking the omega apart piece by piece with just his mouth, making sure the omega watched as he defiled his pussy. He didn’t mean to roughly tonguefuck him and pull orgasms one after the other like he usually did. He had wanted them both to savor it, to be slow and romantic, so he restrained himself to just gentle, lightly teasing licks that barely grazed quivering flesh–

“Get your tongue in there,” his omega demanded hotly, a hand detaching from his leg to pull Aidan closer by the hair. “Eat me out like you mean it.”

Ah, Aidan thought, he really was made for me.

“I really wanted to be sweet and gentle with you,” Aidan murmured. “But omega really is too greedy, hm?” He didn’t give the omega time to answer before he dove back in, his tongue now a lively voracious thing as he ravenously plundered the omega’s depths, shaking his head like a dog and leaving no place untouched. 

He licked across the entire mound with broad strokes of his flattened tongue, hardened it to a point to fuck into the clenching hole, and then softened it again to lick at the slick pink folds and inner labia before using his mouth to suck at the fleshy lips. Unsatisfied with the surface area he could cover, he hooked his fingers inside and spread open the fat lips and exposed the fleshy pink insides for them both to see. 

Loki stared at the wet, pink cunt between his legs being ravaged and couldn’t quite believe the slutty thing was his own except he could feel every lick, every suck, the twin points where Aidan’s fingers were hooking him open, proving that the dripping wet flower being tonguefucked in front of his eyes really was his. 

He moved his hands to clutch at the globes of his ass, pulling them apart to open himself up further for the alpha. Aidan moaned in appreciation and slurped at his open hole. 

“Is this…what you d-do every time?” the omega asked breathlessly. “It’s…this rough and a-aggressive every time?” 

“Mhmm,” his alpha hummed, sending vibrations rippling through his cunt and his spine, making him shiver. “And it always responds just like this. Opening up so beautifully for me.” 

Somehow under the rough treatment of his tongue, the cunt was blooming open, his hole flexing and opening beneath his very eyes. Or maybe it was completely unsurprising that his cunt would meekly open itself up to its abuser, unable to defend itself and only able to open up to be invaded even further. 

“And…and it’s always…this wet?” 

Slick dripped thickly from between his cunt lips, bubbling up inside his hole until it was slurped up by a hungry tongue. That, coupled with the lingering wetness from his squirt juice multiplied the intensity of the wet slurping, slobbering noises echoing in the air. 

Aidan laughed. “This is nothing,” he said. “You wanna see how wet you really get?” 

“Huh? Noooo…fuu…haaaah…” Aidan brutally fucked his fingers into the omega’s clenching entrance as he sucked furiously on the omega’s tight, swollen clit, rolling his tongue mercilessly around the little bud in his mouth. Sprays of wet gushed generously from the omega’s cunt, soaking his fingers and spilling over the sides to trail down the sides of his thighs and pooling on his belly yet the alpha didn’t relent nor slow down, continuing his assault on the omega’s most tender, sensitive flesh even as the body below him jerked and quivered from overstimulation. “G-gahhh…oh god…” Loki squeezed his eyes shut as he came again and again. In this position, he realized, he had nowhere to go. He had no leverage to move away, couldn’t even drop his hips with his alpha holding onto him. He could only lay there and take it. 

“Nuh-uh,” his alpha chided, bringing a hand to his chin and squeezing until the omega opened his eyes. “You agreed to watch.”

So Loki had to watch as his pussy mouthed and drooled all over those fingers plunging deep inside him, the flashes of his engorged, red clit as it briefly emerged from his alpha’s mouth only to be devoured once more. It was so obscene that tears leaked from his eyes and trailed down to the bed. His cunt clenched with his shame only to be bullied back open on thick fingers that pulled him apart and left his pussy gaping. The suction on his bullied clit kept him squirting and squirting like a fountain. Wetness dribbled everywhere - cum and squirt juice and slick frothing from the speed and force of the fingerfucking and dragged out in globs each time the fingers pulled out.

When Aidan finally decided to stop, the omega was nothing but a twitching mess on the drenched sheets, throat raw from screaming and red face soaked with sweat and tears. His pussy felt raw and gaping between his legs and it hadn’t even tasted cock yet. The alpha cooed and gently laid him down flat, climbing onto the bed with his body still between his spread legs. 

“Did you like watching, sweetheart?” His alpha stroked a hand through his damp hair. “Wasn’t it sexy? Alpha wanted to share that sight with you since I love seeing it so much.” He pressed his wet, sticky fingers to Loki’s lips who obediently took them in his mouth, licking his spend from the long digits, blue eyes fixed on his alpha. “Your licked open pussy is so gorgeous,” Aidan murmured as he pulled his fingers back. “Second only to your fucked open pussy.” He pushed Loki back into that same position, looming over him as he aligned his throbbing cock against the raw, quivering cunt. Loki sucked in a breath as he watched the mushroom head press against his wet folds.

“How does it fit?” Loki whispered. His cunt seemed so tiny next to the fat girth of his alpha. “It’s so big…”

Aidan laughed, the sound husky with arousal. “Just watch, sweetheart. Your hungry pussy can swallow me right up.” 

And then he slid in. Loki watched in amazement as his pussy bloomed open around the thick shaft that sunk into him inch by fat inch. Even when he thought his pussy could take no more, it opened even wider and the cock sunk in even deeper until Aidan bottomed out, his balls pressed against his ass. 

“How…” Loki marveled. His alpha smirked, his cock throbbing inside his channel and his breathing shallow with the effort to hold still. 

“Isn’t it amazing? You’re amazing, sweetheart. Your pretty pussy can handle anything we give it. Ah, fuck sweetheart, nnngh…” Loki had cupped the bulge in his stomach with a palm. “Yeah, that’s me,” the alpha panted. “Deep, huh?” He gave a few shallow thrusts into the cupped palm. “”M not gonna last like this…ready?”

He didn’t wait for a response before he was moving, drilling his cock inside the willing wet flesh that parted easily for him, loose and open from his fingers yet tight and silky inside. There was some resistance each time his omega clenched but he was no match for the cock that easily bullied its way past any futile resistance. 

“Nngghh…haah…” Loki pressed his palms against his alpha’s chiseled abs. “Slow…ahhh…”

“I don’t think so,” his alpha chided as he panted, smacking his balls even harder against Loki’s flesh and then grinding down to the sound of the omega’s cries with no regard to the weak pressure his omega exerted. “With such a hot, wet pussy, how could I not fuck the living daylights out of this slutty thing? Look at how greedily it’s sucking me in?”

And Loki couldn’t really deny it. His pussy so easily opened for the alpha’s cock yet mouthed hungrily at it as it pulled out as if unwilling to release it. It made lewd, sloshy sounds with each thrust, proving just how wet he was inside. 

He couldn’t take it and yet he did, putty beneath his alpha. Just a sloppy hole for him to fuck as he wished. The thought sent Loki over the edge and he came, wailing hoarsely and clenching so hard it tipped Aidan over the edge too, the alpha shooting his load deep inside. Dragged down by gravity, Loki felt it trickle even deeper past his cervix and into his womb. 

“Fuck that’s hot,” his alpha groaned, his cock stiffening back up inside him, and Loki realized he’d said that out loud. He moaned as the alpha drove into him again with his erect again cock, the slide now stickier with thick, milky alpha cum to accompany his wet pussy juice. His pussy felt like a reservoir of various fluids that the cock was mixing up and sloshing around inside him and he felt so open that if he stood up, it would all come gushing out of him. 

“Your pussy is so open you can barely squeeze me, huh?” his alpha said. His tanned muscles rippled as he fucked into Loki, lightly gleaming with sweat. Loki was no better, the sheets under him soaked. “My little sloppy, unresisting hole.” Loki moaned in protest at the dirty words, but his slutty hole spat slick in agreement to the alpha’s delight.

Loki lost himself to the ride - waves of orgasm rushed through him but the fucking was constant. The alpha gave him his pleasure but continued to use him, uncaring of how much his flesh quivered and twitched around him until finally, he brought his fingers to Loki’s clit.

 His eyes gleamed. “Let me help you squeeze me one more time, hm?” With a shout, Loki seized as his clit was pulled roughly and rubbed vigorously between calloused fingertips. His pussy clenched around his alpha as he came, milking the cock of ropes and ropes of hot cum that splashed along his walls and welled up inside his already full pussy to leak outside in thick strings, 

His alpha pulled out slowly, dragging cum and slick out of his fluttering hole as he went. He kept Loki’s hips up for a moment longer so they could both watch as his pussy contracted open and closed, spitting out globs of thick white cum with each contraction. 

“Fuck, I gotta taste,” Aidan breathed and set his mouth to that ruined pussy, sealing it between his lips to suck and tongue at the wet, slippery folds and scooping up a mixture of their cum with his tongue. 

“Mercy…” the omega squealed, hand patting at Aidan’s hip like he was tapping out only to clench uselessly when Aidan showed no signs of stopping. “P-Please…”

When Aidan had finally sucked most of his cum out of his twitching omega, he finally let his hips drop but kept the omega spread for his viewing pleasure as the omega panted. 

“Thank you for the meal,” he said reverently. His eyes twinkled. “Hope you enjoyed your own show.” 

Loki tiredly rolled his eyes.

His alphas were the trickiest of bastard trickster gods, no matter what his namesake was.

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There were no rooms in the house that Loki didn’t have access to, but there was one he sometimes felt hesitant stepping into. Still, he wanted to bring his alpha something to drink so he quietly knocked and then entered. 

Luka looked over and smiled at the omega, putting down his brush and gratefully taking the cup of tea the omega had brought. He sipped it with a dramatic expression and an exaggerated sigh of satisfaction, as if Loki had brought him the finest, tenderest tea leaves steeped in morning dew and not just a teabag in hot water.

“Thank you, kitten,” Luka said, ruffling the omega’s hair. The omega huffed, looking away. “You didn’t have to though.”

“You haven’t eaten or drank anything for hours,” the omega protested. His blue eyes glanced down at him, tinged with concern, before they flashed with some unnamed emotion and he looked away again. “I know I shouldn’t bother you while you’re working…sorry.”

His tone was frustrated and all Luka could picture was Loki’s imaginary kitty ears pulled down and back, his tail drooping. 

Luka frowned, quickly draining the rest of the tea and setting the mug aside to tug the omega closer by the arm. “No, kitten. Don’t ever apologize for bothering me. You’re more important than anything else.”

Loki was stiff and reluctant in his arms. “You need to focus though…especially while your artistic inspiration lasts. Your deadline is soon, isn’t it?”

While Luka had achieved great success as a tattoo artist, that was something he had started as a hobby before opening his own parlor after the tattoo he did for Damien blew up. The parlor was open to the public with a few employed artists, but Luka himself only tattooed clients he wanted to do to ensure he kept his passion for it. 

And while that was fun and great, Luka’s main claim to fame was his work as an artist. His paintings sold for millions to hundreds of millions partly due to his skill and artistic vision and partly due to their rarity. Luka only did exhibitions once every two years with a limited supply and his next one was coming up in a few months with only two pieces completed out of the expected five. 

Luka wasn’t too concerned about the deadline. If he only finished two pieces, there would be two pieces to exhibit, but he did take advantage of the times he felt inspiration and motivation to paint - canceling all his appointments at the parlor and devoting himself to his art when it struck.

Luka shifted to pull his omega even further into his embrace until there was no space left between them. Loki went without a struggle, but he was still tense so Luka tucked him under his chin and rubbed at his back and arms with broad palms to relax him until Loki was practically purring into his chest. 

“Look at me,” Luka said once the omega had relaxed and the omega’s eyes shot open, bright blue directed right at him, so intense and stunning that Luka lost himself in them briefly. “You come first, kitten, before anything else. Even if I had to cancel my exhibition entirely.” 

Loki lowered his eyes, lip trembling like he wanted to argue, but kept silent. 

“But you’re right,” Luka said, his hand slipping beneath Loki’s shirt to grope at his tits. “I haven’t eaten all day.” He buried his head in Loki’s neck, mouthing hungrily at the skin there already covered in variously aged marks. “Feed me?” 

“You need real food,” the omega said exasperatedly but he didn’t resist too much when Luka scooped him up and carried him to the loveseat inside his studio. When Luka made to slip his shirt off though, he stopped him with a hand on his wrist, his eyes earnest. “Don’t feel like you need to do this just to comfort me…I’ll be fine if you need to focus on your work.” 

Luka smiled gently, eyes softening in genuine warmth. “Oh kitten, this is entirely selfish.” Loki’s hand fell away and Luka continued his task of stripping his omega down until he was only clad in his fuzzy pink socks with all of Luka’s favorite intimate bits deliciously naked. Once done, Luka stripped off his own shirt and lay down in the omega’s lap, facing up. “Feed me?” 

The omega blushed at this familiar position but nodded and used his arms to cradle Luka’s head, leaning forward so that the alpha could press his mouth against his omega’s pretty pink nipple like he was a breastfeeding baby. It hardened at the first touch, stiffening under the press of his tongue. He suckled and licked at the hardening flesh as if he really could pull milk from it, hand squeezing at the doughy mound as if pumping it to produce more milk. 

Loki shivered and made little mewling sounds as his flesh was supped on. 

“There’s no milk,” the omega whined at a particularly noisy suck. “I really can’t feed you anything–nngh…” Loki covered his mouth to muffle a moan as Luka nibbled at his puffy nipples - little grazes of his teeth that made his nipples tighten to the point they ached.  

“I’m eating just fine, kitten,” his alpha purred, releasing the nipple in his mouth with a wet pop before latching onto the other nipple, widening his mouth to also suck in a mouthful of soft, pillowy breast, his hand mindlessly squeezing the flesh as he supped. Every so often, he pulled off only to lave across the entire mound with his tongue until the tits were shiny and wet with saliva. When his fingers weren’t squeezing at the breasts, they were flicking and pinching at the nipples until they were red and sore. 

Luka felt like he was in heaven, his mouth occupied with the contrasting textures of soft flesh and hardened peaks, his head pillowed in his omega’s lovely arms, feeling the chest above him quiver and heave at his touch. Still, when he finally felt the omega jerk particularly hard at a suck in oversensitivity, he knew it was about time to switch to the main course. 

“Your pussy feeling empty, kitten?” he murmured with one last lick across his nipple. The omega squirmed but didn’t respond, piquing Luka’s interest. “Mm?” 

He sat up and looked at the omega who remained stiffly in place, his legs squeezed together, eyes averted. 

A smirk spread across the alpha’s face and he grabbed the omega who yelped, forcefully pulling him to the opposite side of the couch and flipping him so he was lying on his back before looking back at Loki’s original spot where there was a small puddle on the leather. Bingo. 

The omega trembled as his alpha climbed on top of him, pushing his legs up and back and caging him in with a shit-eating grin. His blue eyes were defiant but guilty as he met Luka’s predatory gaze. 

“Did my kitten squirt just from getting his nipples sucked?” Luka teased. He brought his fingers to the omega’s cunt lips, gliding them shallowly between the folds to feel the wetness clinging there. 

The omega whined, humping his hips in little circles to fuck Luka’s fingers deeper into him. Luka chuckled. “Greedy little thing. You just came and you’re already chasing the next one?” 

He shoved two fingers knuckle deep inside the omega’s hot little hole and crooked them against the silky walls to rub against his g-spot. The omega convulsed on a silent gasp as he came, cum squirting from his hole. It splattered on his pale belly, pooled between the silky walls of his cunt, and dripped down between his cheeks, erotic and– 

Hmm…

The idea takes shape in his head and he leans down. “Hey kitten, I just thought of a great idea you can do to help me with my art.” 

Loki cocked his head at the question, squinting as he tried to focus through his just-orgasmed brain, and then nodded his head. 

“If I can?” he said uncertainly. “What can I help with?” 

“I’ll be right back,” Luka grinned, already spinning around and heading back to his setup. He grabbed his favorite, most-used brush, thoroughly rinsed it, and disinfected the bristles and its thick, polished handle with a wipe before heading back to his omega. 

The omega stared with wide eyes as he approached, not quite sure where this was heading, but the excited gleam in Luka’s eyes spelled some kind of trouble. 

Sure enough, Loki watched in bewilderment as Luka returned to his spot between Loki’s legs and then dipped the brush inside his cunt, coating the soft bristles with his slick and cum. 

“Wh– a-ahh!” Loki jerked as the brush glided along his puffy nether lips and swiped delicately between his folds like he was painting with Loki’s spend. He brought his hands to his mouth, biting at his fingers as he twitched and trembled under Luka’s brush. It slid back between his folds to soak up more liquid before Luka used it to paint the junctions of his thighs and then over his mound. Wherever it touched, it left glistening trails all over the soft skin. 

“Gorgeous,” Luka breathed as he studied the shine of slick and cum that coated the omega’s skin as he dragged the paintbrush across it. He dipped it back inside the omega’s sopping cunt – now his own personal little inkwell – and used the “ink” to draw shining transparent patterns on the omega’s smooth, pale torso, tinged pink with his flush. The omega quivered, biting his lip as the alpha used him as a canvas. 

“Nnhh…wuuu….” 

“I should refill my ink pot,” the alpha mused and Loki had exactly one second to be confused before he was arching, his eyes rolling back in his head as the alpha ruthlessly swirled the soft wet bristles all over his clit.

“Sh-Shit! Haaah…nnghh…” Loki shoved his fingers in his mouth as his peak rapidly approached. He shuddered as he came all over himself, but his eyes soon widened in panic when still Luka hadn’t taken the brush away. “St-Stop….can’t…haaah!” He tried to reach out to grab Luka’s wrist holding the brush but the alpha only grabbed both his wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head. 

“Ah-ah-ah,” he tutted. “You said you’d help. I’m gonna have you bless this brush with your body.” 

Loki threw his head back and wailed, his hips flexing and arching, trying to get away from the stimulation to his sensitive clit but was unsuccessful, cumming yet again. 

“Such a squirt-happy pussy,” Luka laughed. He finally took the brush away but kept his hold on Loki’s wrists. The omega panted as he lay there, trying to recover, while Luka looked appreciatively at the pretty cunt he’d just toyed with, all pink and wet and delicious. “Ah…I want to put my cock in it.”

“No one’s stopping you,” the omega sniffed and well, that was an invitation, wasn’t it?

He pulls his cock out of his sweatpants, glad he decided to go commando today. 

He brought it to the omega’s wet folds, sliding the cock in between them to slick it up, Loki softly moaning at the stimulation from the metal piercings, his legs parting even wider to entice his alpha in further. 

“Feels good on your little pussy, kitten?” Luka smacked his cockhead against the pulsing opening. “I know you love them.”

Loki squirmed. “Shut up,” he grumbled but Luka had to hide his smirk when Loki’s pussy, way more honest than its owner, convulsed and leaked a glob of slick. The little kitten couldn’t hide how much he loved having metal in his cunt. 

He massaged his dick against the puffy lips until the omega was grumbling and then sheathed himself inside the pretty thing, groaning as his cock sunk deep into his mate’s hot, yielding flesh. 

“Haah…mnngh…” Loki gasped as his alpha began to move, hot flesh and metal rubbing deliciously against his walls, the bead of his pubic piercing kissing gently at his clit. “L-Luka…” 

“Hm?” 

“M-More…” 

The alpha laughed as he sped up, the omega squealing as their hips slapped together. The force of his thrusts sent his breasts swaying, the little pale mounds topped with pretty pink nipples. Mesmerized, Luka reached for his brush. 

“Oh ffffuck….” Loki arched as Luka swirled the brush head around his nipple, the soft bristles tickling at the sensitive flesh. “L-Luka…” 

“Such pretty little things,” the alpha cooed. He leaned down and flicked at a nipple with his tongue while he delicately stroked the other with a brush. The flesh quivered at his touch, the walls of the omega’s cunt clenching on the cock buried inside him as Loki shuddered. “Ahh… kitten…you’re squeezing me.”

“S-Sorry…nngh…” Loki mewled as he was fucked into, metal dragging along his walls so pleasurably that tears welled up in his eyes. His insides felt tender and raw as he was roughly used, emitting slick little noises each time he was breached. 

“So tight even after we fuck you day in and day out,” Luka panted, his lips stretched in a smirk. “Such a lusty little kitten.” He ground the bead piercing into the little red clit until the omega was crying out and squirting around his cock like the cutest little flushed fountain, his cute little kitten claws flexing helplessly in his grip as he came. He lazily fucked into that soft wet cunt a few more times before he sunk deep inside, massaging the omega’s cervix with his magic cross as he came, shooting hot and heavy inside the omega’s twitching walls. 

When he slid out, creamy white mixed with the omega’s clear squirt trickled from the omega’s just-fucked cunt. “Gorgeous…” the alpha murmured reverently as he petted the omega’s soaked pussy with gentle fingers, smearing the cream around the lips as Loki mewled and batted at his hands. 

Luka laughed and obediently stopped, his eyes landing once again on his paintbrush. He quickly flipped the omega over so that he was on all fours before he grabbed it.

“There’s one more part you haven’t blessed yet, kitten.” 

“Huh? Oh!” The omega yelped and dropped to his elbows as Luka flipped the brush over and slowly began sliding the handle inside his creamy cunt. “Nnngh…wait….haaah…”

The polished wood sank easily into the well-fucked pussy, its journey made even smoother by the slick and cum inside. When Luka pulled it out slightly, the handle was slick and glossy with fluid. 

“God, it looks so good,” Luka whispered, mesmerized at the sight. “Baptized in your pussy juice. Nothing better than this.” He slid it in and out, Loki’s thighs tightening each time it entered him. It wasn’t very thick but the texture was different, not to mention how intently Luka was fucking him with it. A sneaky finger traveled to his clit and Loki had a split second to realize what he was going to do before he was crying out as Luka fucked him with the brush while rubbing meanly at his clit. Liquid flooded from his open pussy as he squirted under the relentless stimulation, drenching the handle of the brush and Luka’s wrists. 

“S-Stop…a-ahhh–”

“Can’t hear you~” the alpha sang as he teased the clenching little opening before sliding the handle back inside with a wet squelch. “Little greedy pussy doesn’t seem to want to stop at all though, does it, kitten?” 

“N-No, that’s not t-true– aaah!” Loki scratched his fingernails against the smooth leather of the couch as Luka shoved two fingers in along with the handle to crook against his g-spot. “F-Fuuu…haah…” The omega squirted again with a little cry, pressing his forehead into the couch as his body shuddered around his orgasm. Luka laughed, pulling his fingers out to stick them in his mouth for a taste. 

“I think that’s enough of that,” the alpha said, finally sliding the brush back out. “I’m getting jealous now.” The omega had one moment of emptiness before his alpha was shoving back into him, the Jacob’s ladder one searing flash against his walls as he was impaled in a single thrust, the last lorum piercing pressing delicately on his clit as he bottomed out. 

Loki wailed and squirted, dripping clear fluid onto the couch. Luka paid it no attention, gripping the omega’s tiny waist and fitting his thumbs into his little back dimples as he began to thrust. Loki buried his face in the couch and moaned as he was fucked forward with each thrust. The little lorum piercing plucked at his clitoral hood on each thrust, sometimes catching true on his sensitive clit and sending the omega further and further up the peak until he was squirting again on his alpha’s cock. 

“Feels so good, kitten,” his alpha moaned, falling forward to cover Loki’s back with his chest, his hips moving frantically as he chased his high. His hands came to cup Loki’s swinging breasts, kneading the little mounds and thumbing at the nipples as he panted against Loki’s neck, licking at the sweaty skin. “Can’t forget my little darlings.” 

“Nnnh…alpha…haah…” Loki slurred into the couch, one of his hands coming up to try and bat at the alpha’s hands before giving up and returning to lay limply on the couch, his whole body weak against the pleasurable storm building up in his core. “C-Cumming…”

“Together, kitten?” Luka murmured as he ground into the omega until Loki was arching with a cry as his squirt juice mixed with waves of hot, sticky cum that flooded inside him. The omega slumped as his alpha finally released him only to turn him on his back so the alpha could smile down at his dazed, blissed out expression. “So good for me.” 

Loki mewled delightedly but tiredly at the praise, his eyes fluttering as he fought his sleepiness but ultimately failed. “Hope it…helped…?” he murmured before he cut himself off with a yawn and fell asleep.

Gently caressing the sweaty face of the exhausted omega, Luka dropped a gentle kiss on his forehead and covered him with a nearby blanket before redressing himself and heading back to his awaiting canvas with his “blessed” brush in hand.

He finishes the three other paintings that very night. 

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Day 0 

“Your VIP suite, sir,” the concierge says, handing over a keycard. “Shall I have someone escort you up?” 

“I know where it is,” Damien says, waving him off and heading towards the elevators. It’s only once he’s left that they all relax. Something about Damien’s chilly, intimidating aura makes them all tense and on their best behavior.   

“Of course he gets a VIP suite and doesn’t have to share a room,” Cain, another alpha model, grumbles. “Only the best for our top dog.” 

Ashley rolls her eyes at the snide comment. “Do you deserve it just because you’re a mediocre model compared to him? Why not say that to his face, you coward?”

“You bitches defend him like he’ll let you sit on his dick and he doesn’t even know your names,” Cain shoots back, baring his teeth at her. Ashley bares her teeth back and they have a little standoff until their assigned agent claps her hands to get the attention of the ten or so models that had come to Paris Fashion Week from their agency. “Alright, knock it off guys. Damien paid for his own suite so unless you have the cash or someone to sponsor you, you’ll stick with the rooms you have, but you can switch roommates as you wish.”  

Ashley sneers at Cain as he leaves. “Piece of shit.” She also turned to leave but found her roommate for the week hadn't moved. “You coming?”

“Who was that following Damien?” Astrid asks, staring in the direction of the elevators that Damien had taken. “I’ve never seen him before.” 

“The omega with the blue eyes?” When Astrid nods, Ashley scratches her head. “I think I heard he’s an assistant he brought with him.” 

“Does he have his own room? I don’t think I saw him get a keycard.” 

“Probably? What, you think he’s gonna sleep in Damien’s room? He’s never let anyone sleep in the same room as him since I’ve joined the agency.” Which was a while; Ashley was one of their more veteran models. 

“Yeah…not even his girlfriend…” Astrid mutters. 

 “What was that?”

“Nothing…” Astrid smiles, although her eyes linger on the elevators. “Let’s go.” 

*

“This bed is way too big for just the two of us,” Loki says as his eyes land on the giant king-sized bed in the middle of their suite. Across from the bed was their luggage, already brought up for them. 

Damien strolled in behind him and took his own look. 

“It’s just perfect. I’ll fuck you on one half of it and we can sleep on the dry half.”

Loki, …

The rest of the night is spent doing just that and Loki has to agree that it’s great that they have half a dry bed to sleep on. 

*

Day 1

This year, Damien had been especially selective with the shows he accepted, knowing that Loki would be coming with in order to spend time with him while visiting Paris, so he only had about one show a day and a few on the weekend. 

Today’s show was in the afternoon, which was why Damien had taken his omega late into the night without fear of oversleeping. They have a lazy morning with room service breakfast in bed before they head out for Damien’s hair and makeup. Damien leaves a very generous tip for the mess in the bed the housekeeping will have to deal with.

Loki didn’t want to draw attention by coming as Damien’s mate so he was here acting as an “assistant”. He took his role comically seriously, opening doors for Damien and walking slightly behind him. 

“You don’t have to do that,” Damien told him in the car, cupping his cheek affectionately. “You’re not really my assistant.”

The omega pouted. “But your real assistant isn’t here. So I have to step up!” 

Damien laughed. “I’d much rather have you assist me as a mate.” He kissed Loki’s pouting mouth. “So walk next to me and we can take turns grabbing the door, hm?” 

“Okay,” Loki mumbled, face flushed. He leaned against Damien as they drove, the two of them making small talk while cuddling until they reached their destination. 

*

Astrid stares at the little omega assistant (Loki, he’d introduced himself as to one of the other staff for the show) traipsing around, bringing Damien towels and water and generally tending to him quite attentively. 

She would scoff at his pick-me behavior (did he think Damien would spare him a glance just because he was holding out the water bottle with a big smile on his face?) except…Damien was glancing at him. When he’d held out the water bottle, Damien had thanked him with a smile and ruffled his hair. Their agency’s icy cold supermodel smiling? And even when the omega had trotted off to do something else, Damien had kept staring at him. Following him around with warm eyes while still smiling.

Astrid was vaguely aware of the bewildered looks the other models were giving each other at this affectionate side of Damien’s that they’d never seen before. And that made sense. They’d never gotten anywhere close to Damien for them to see that side of him. But her? She grits her teeth, feeling ugly jealousy swirl in her toned stomach to see the other omega flush pink under the full force of Damien’s smile. 

That should be her. 

She turns back in her chair and stares at her reflection in the mirror. Even though she can’t see him anymore, she still can’t quite get the bitter taste out of her mouth.

*

The show is amazing. Loki sneaks out into the audience area and finds a quiet corner to watch. It’s not a great view but it’s good enough. He doesn’t really understand any of the fashion but it’s nice to look at, he supposes. The theme seems to be edgy meets flowy; the models are decked out in black leather and dark makeup but mixed with flowy fabrics and soft, tousled hairdos. 

It’s perfect for Damien, and he involuntarily squeezes his legs when he sees his alpha walking down the runway dressed in an open black jacket that flows down his frame with nothing underneath, baring his chiseled abs and the dark swirling lines of his tattoo paired with tight black leather jeans that hug his long, long legs. The makeup accentuating his cold, handsome face is smoky and intense and his hair is artfully tousled. The omega can feel himself throb and trickle in his underwear and Loki squeezes his legs even tighter. Above all else he feels though, is pride. Pride that his alpha is so talented and successful and good-looking and knowing that he’s all Loki’s. 

When the show ends, the models all come out with Damien arm in arm with the designer as they thank the crowd. Loki claps along with the rest of the standing ovation and then slips backstage again amidst the rush of people leaving. 

Before he can make it back to the dressing room though, he’s caught in the hallway and dragged to a side hallway that has the lights off. 

“Damien?” Loki squeaks as he’s caged in by an arm pressed against the wall next to him. His alpha smirks. 

“I’m here to do a panty check.” Loki mewls as a hand snakes into his pants. The fingers don’t even have to slip inside him to find how wet he is and Damien almost immediately pulls his hand out and spreads his fingers to show Loki the thick strand of slick that stretches between them. The alpha hums, satisfied. “It was a short show. I’ll have you squirting with a longer one.” 

Before Loki can say anything, the alpha presses Loki into the wall, a hand cupping his jaw as he kisses him open mouthed and dirty, their tongues entangling. Loki moans when his alpha’s knee slots in between his open legs and grinds against his pussy and clit, the pressure sending delicious tingles up his spine and into his scalp. 

“Shh, keep quiet,” his alpha murmurs against his lips. Loki nods obediently and loops his arms around his alpha’s neck to pull him closer, muffling his moans against his alpha’s lips. 

“We gotta make this quick,” Damien breathes in between kisses. “We’ve got dinner plans and we need to change.”

“Do we need to stop?” Loki’s not used to stopping before he’s sated but he’s also never been to Paris so–

“I think we can get you there,” his alpha promises, grinding his thigh even harder against Loki’s clit as he slides his tongue inside Loki’s mouth, and when Loki comes squirting on his alpha’s thigh a few minutes later, he’s almost in awe of how easy he really is.

*

Astrid frowns as the models and staff all start packing up to leave. Damien isn’t here and she wonders where he could’ve gone. She starts off towards the stage, thinking Damien might have just lingered to talk to some guests or staff when she hears a soft moan from up ahead where a side corridor branches off the main hallway. She approaches, wondering if she heard wrong.  

“Shh, keep quiet.” That voice is so familiar she can’t help but peek around the corner of where the sounds seem to be coming from and she claps a hand over her mouth to muffle her gasp when she sees two figures, barely recognizable in the dark hallway, but when she does recognize them, her blood goes cold. 

It’s that omega slut she thinks hysterically. And Damien is–is— The wet sounds they make as they kiss and the little gasping noises the slut is making make her see red and she spins around and almost runs the other way, trying to shut the memory out. 

She’ll make him pay.

*

They have to hurry a bit but they make it back to the hotel to change and to the fancy restaurant that Damien reserved only 10 minutes late. The food is, of course, delicious and Loki gorges himself to his alpha’s amusement. When Loki realizes just how much he’s eaten, he feels a little embarrassed and subtly tries to push his plate away from himself. It doesn’t escape his alpha’s eagle eyes. Damien leans forward, uses a thumb to rub at the side of his lips, and tells him to eat up. 

“You’ll need your energy later,” he winks.

When they get back to the hotel, it’s fully dark outside. Both of them are so horny that when Damien leans in for a kiss inside the elevator, it quickly turns filthy and heated and they barely make it out of the elevator before the door closes when it reaches their floor, still kissing the entire way. Loki chases after Damien whenever the alpha tries to pull back, feeling like he might die if he’s separated from his alpha by even an inch and his lips are the only tether he has. Damien only huffs a soft laugh at his antics, but kisses back just as eagerly.

Loki’s dress stays mostly on while they’re in the hallway, but the minute their suite door closes behind them (after Damien spends five whole minutes trying to open the door while kissing his omega breathless against it), Damien is ripping it from his shoulders, exposing his tits as the alpha shoves Loki up against the nearest wall, too keyed up to unzip it properly. He hikes the tight skirt of the dress up above his waist to paw at his pussy through his soaked panties.

The omega moans into Damien’s mouth, his legs spreading when Damien quickly slides three fingers into his wet heat and jackrabbits them in and out while slamming the heel of his hand against the omega’s cute clit until Loki's knocking his head back against the wall as he wails, squirting through his first orgasm of the night. The alpha pets at his wet cunt until Loki comes down shaking from his high, their mouths moving languidly against each other the whole time until Loki breaks away. 

“Mmnngh…b-bed?”

“But you haven’t seen the view, princess.”

“Huh? Oh!” The omega quickly wraps his legs around the alpha’s waist as he’s lifted into his arms. The alpha keeps kissing him as he walks across the room and sets him down in front of their floor to ceiling windows before turning him to face the gorgeous nightscape ahead, pushing him forward until the omega’s palms hit the glass. The omega stares wide-eyed at the scene ahead before turning his head warily to his mate when Damien slides his panties down to his ankles and carefully lifts up his left leg until Loki is balancing on one leg, the angle of his lifted leg exposing his open, wet cunt. “Wait… are you gonna— oh fuckkkk!”

Loki moans as he’s swiftly penetrated in one thrust, Damien’s cock sinking so deep inside him it feels like he’s rearranging his guts. The alpha gives him only a brief moment to adjust to being filled before he’s thrusting shallowly, the slide wet and easy from Loki’s copious slick and squirt juice and the wide open angle of his legs. It’s not long before he’s speeding up, his cock sawing in and out of the omega’s slutty hole, the puffy lips and tender folds spread too wide to offer any protection for his exposed entrance. 

The omega’s supporting leg shudders and shakes but somehow holds as he’s rapidly fucked against the window, the omega trying to use his arms to keep from being fully mashed against the glass but not quite succeeding. His body is pushed closer and closer to the glass from the force of Damien’s thrusts to the point where his small breasts are flattening against the surface. 

The chill of the glass against his palms and chest is a sharp contrast to the heat of their bodies, Loki’s open-mouthed panting fogging up the glass as he’s mercilessly fucked into. Damien’s mouth is a searing brand sucking bruises into the pale column of his neck. 

“S-Slow down…ahhh…haaah...” The omega arches his back as the hand that isn’t holding up his leg finds his clit, rubbing mean circles around the tight bud until it’s peeking out of its hood at which point his fingers switch targets to rub meanly at the little clit itself. The pace of Damien’s cock plowing into him does not slow at all despite his pleas and Loki cums like that while pinned against the window, his squirt juice dripping down to wet the base of Damien’s cock and his own thighs. Wet drops of it splatter against the window. Damien cums as well, hips stuttering and groaning as he fills the omega up with thick cream that leaks out from around his cock. But he doesn’t pull out and soon enough, his cock is back to driving Loki to insanity, now with the added squelch of alpha cum inside his ruined hole. 

“Are you enjoying the view?” the alpha breathes into his flushed ear. 

Frankly, the omega was having a hard time seeing anything but stars, but he nodded all the same, squealing when the alpha pinched his clit. “Y-Yes…alpha p-please…nnngh…” 

Damien makes him cum twice more like that, shivering and squirting around his cock, before Loki’s leg finally gives out and he falls to the floor. Damien follows him down, taking him on all fours from the back so that he can still watch the city.

Two more orgasms and a second creampie later, Loki watches the city through a blur of overstimulated tears as he’s made to sit on his alpha’s face so Damien can tongue his fluttering pussy open and slurp the cum out of his creamy hole. He’s boneless and floaty as he’s finally fully divested of his dress and placed in the bath, cleaned, and bundled into bed. 

He drifts off to dreamland just as his alpha kisses his forehead. 

*

Day 2

They don’t have as lazy of a morning since today’s show is earlier than yesterday’s. 

Loki dutifully tends to his alpha like yesterday but something feels off. Yesterday, the glances he’d received had been curious. He was a new face in their tight knit modeling circle and so he’d shrugged them off as best he could but today’s gazes seem…inexplicably more hostile. Some of them seem laser focused on his neck which bears some evidence of Damien’s enthusiasm from last night so he tugs his collar up a bit self-consciously. He has no evidence outside of how he feels so he doesn’t bother his alpha with any baseless speculations, but he’s still glad when the show ends and they can leave. 

They spend the rest of the day out and about. They climb the Eiffel Tower and visit a few other tourist-y landmarks that the guidebooks recommend. Alongside selfies of them together, Loki takes many many pictures of his alpha who looks photogenic no matter when or how he takes them, hair always effortlessly tousled and sharp profile gorgeous in any lighting. Quite a few people (whether they recognized him or not) ask if they can take photos with Damien as well and Loki happily takes those for them too, empathizing with their desire to digitally capture his alpha’s gorgeous face.

Damien takes a lot of photos of Loki, who thinks he looks terrible in 80% of them, but Damien looks so happy and fond while scrolling through his camera roll that Loki doesn’t have the heart to ask him to delete any. They both send a flurry of photos to the group chat to the enthusiastic reception of their packmates.

They skip dinner, having eaten at various cafes and bakeries throughout the day as they’d walked past them, and head to the hotel early to relax.

Once they reach their room, Loki kicks his shoes off and pounces on the bed, happy to finally rest his aching feet. 

His alpha follows leisurely behind him and considerately begins running a hot bath for the omega while he showers so that Loki can hop in right after without waiting. 

When Loki emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, his alpha is waiting for him on the bed, also dressed in the hotel provided bathrobe. Loki eyes the phone now set up on a tripod facing the bed and his pussy starts leaking a little in anticipation. 

His alpha smiles at him as he pads over and climbs onto the bed and into Damien’s lap, the alpha’s legs spreading open to accommodate him. “I thought we could film something for the others today, what do you think?”

“…Okay…” Loki says, shy as he often is when they film outside their home. 

Damien smirks and gestures for the omega to strip out of his fluffy bathrobe, leaving him bare, his skin warm and slightly damp from his bath. Once done, Damien manhandles Loki until he’s lying face down over the alpha’s thigh with his legs spread and his back to the camera. The alpha pins one of Loki’s legs under his own and bends the other to the side so that his pretty pink pussy is fully exposed to the camera. 

The omega tugs at Damien’s own robe, unable to see his alpha’s face from his position. “You’re not gonna strip?” 

Damien pats the omega’s head. “No princess, this is just about you tonight.”

“Mm? —oh!” Loki moans as his alpha begins petting softly at his pussy with his fingertips from where he’s spread in his lap, his other hand gripping Loki’s hip to keep him in place. The touches get more pronounced as Loki steadily drips slick, rubbing across his entire pussy, sliding between the wet folds, grazing his clit, and occasionally dipping inside his little hole. 

Loki mewls, scrunching the sheets in his fist as he has his pussy stimulated gently and lovingly, his hole contracting as he tries to tamp down his rising desire to be roughly used and filled. And this is what he should want- to be gently and lovingly stimulated and yet…Loki bites his lip to hide his frustration. His alpha watches it all with knowing eyes and after teasing him a bit longer, gives him some more, the pads of his fingers now targeting his clitoral hood which slowly blooms open under the rubbing and exposes the omega’s cherry red clit to be stimulated. The omega twitches as Damien brushes over his clit a few times until he squirts, a small one that just has his hips hitching as he dribbles some squirt juice over Damien’s fingers and soaks a tiny puddle into the sheets. 

“Just a little appetizer, princess,” the alpha soothes when the omega impatiently shifts in his lap as he continues to massage the plump pussy between its folds. Loki’s greedy hole mirrors its owner’s frustration, clenching and trying to mouth at his fingers to draw them further in when they dip slightly inside. “Could you grab what’s under my pillow for me?”

Still pinned in place, Loki stretches his arm out and his fingertips brush soft silicone. His heart thuds in his chest as he pulls the object out and his eyes widen when he recognizes it.

“This…” 

Damien plucks the object from his hands. “Your favorite rabbit vibe,” he says. “I made sure to bring it along.” 

Loki closes his eyes in resignation and buries his face in the sheets. Even without seeing it, he can picture it in his head– its ridged, pale blue silicone body, its thick blunted head, and the small flexible rabbit ears of its clit stimulator. He’s very familiar with it since of all his toys, it’s the one that makes him cum the most in the shortest amount of time. His favorite…it might be more accurate to say it’s Damien’s favorite to use on him. 

He can feel it now…the blunt tip of it pressing against his cunt as Damien strokes it along the seam of his pussy lips. The traitorous thing spits out a glob of slick as if to eagerly greet its impending guest. 

“Need to get it all wet with your juice first, princess,” Damien murmurs as he slowly slides the head of the vibe slightly inside his clenching hole. The wet hole welcomes it warmly and when he slides it out, the part that went inside glistens with slick. The alpha fucks the toy slowly into him, deeper and deeper each time as Loki’s pussy coats the toy with slick and juice. Loki shudders as the ridges of its body dig against his walls and the curved tip of the toy grazes his g-spot, sending tingles through his scalp. The instant it’s deep enough inside him that the soft rabbit ears slowly brush by his clit, Loki cums with a squeal, instantly drenching the toy and the sheets below him in fluid. 

Damien lets out an impressed whistle. “We haven’t even really started yet and you’re already cumming. What a sensitive little button.” He slides the toy in and out a few more times, Loki jolting as the rabbit ears flick at his clit with each thrust, before he slides it fully out to admire the now glossy wet surface of the toy. “It’s definitely wet enough now.” 

The omega squeezes his eyes shut when he hears the familiar buzzing sound and tries not to tense as it seems to get closer and closer. Still, he isn’t prepared for the earth-shattering orgasm that rolls through him the exact second Damien thrusts the toy inside him to the hilt. Not that it matters, because it’s like Damien doesn’t even notice, the way he just starts thrusting the rabbit vibe in and out of his fluttering hole even before his orgasm has fully passed. 

Loki wails, long and broken, as he’s fucked with the rabbit vibe. The sensations are too much for his overloaded neurons to handle – the way the tip slides over his g-spot with each thrust, the raised ridges of its body grinding against his walls, the rabbit ears that slide over and around his sensitive clit, and the god damn vibrations both inside him and against his clit that make his brain melt out of his ears – everything. 

He’s squirting and cumming and squirting and cumming and his hips jerk, trying to catch a break but there’s nowhere to go when he’s pinned like a butterfly in Damien’s lap, forced to allow the rabbit vibe unfettered access to his wet heat and swollen clit. His pussy is like an unending fountain as he cums and cums and cums, drenching the vibe and Damien’s fingers and soaking the sheets. Between his legs is entirely drenched like he’s just taken a shower. 

“Gnngh…haaah…nnngh…” Loki slurs into the sheets as he claws at them with his fingers, trying to distract himself from the intense pleasure radiating from his throbbing, vibrating cunt. “A-Al…pha….fffff….haaaah….” He outright sobs as Damien grinds the vibe deep inside him until it’s kissing his cervix and holds it there until he’s screaming and then starts fucking it in and out of him again. 

“As expected of your favorite toy,” Damien says, sounding 100 feet underwater through Loki’s malfunctioning brain. “I can’t even count how many times you’ve cum in the last ten minutes.” Maliciously, he grinds the vibrator deep inside the omega again, twisting it so that the clit sandwiched between the rabbit ears is fully stimulated all over, laughing to himself as Loki seizes in his lap. “Oh, how I love watching you break into pieces, princess.”

Loki feels like he’s barely lucid. Time slows to nothing. His brain plays a never ending loop of white static and his tongue lolls out of his mouth as his clit sends pulse after white hot pulse of pleasure straight into his skull and his hole quivers and cums unendingly around its intruder. He is nothing; his pussy is just an instrument of pleasure to be played with and plucked at his alpha’s whims and he can do nothing but accept his fate. 

The torture only stops once Loki’s cum dry for the second time, fully exhausted and limp where he’s sprawled in Damien’s lap. His jelly-like limbs only twitch a bit as the vibrator is slid out of him for the last time and the vibration is finally turned off. The puddle beneath him on the bed is so enormous, calling it a lake wouldn’t be too absurd, and there’s a small puddle under his mouth where he’s drooled and little wet splatters from his tears. Damien coos as he strokes the exhausted omega’s sweat-damp hair. 

“Good boy,” is the last thing Loki hears before he passes out. 

*

Day 3

After the intense activities of last night, Damien lets Loki sleep in and calls for room service breakfast so he can have it in bed. He cajoles the pouting omega who doesn’t relent until the alpha promises he won’t fuck him with the rabbit vibe for another few days at least. Loki doesn’t think he could handle having it in him for the rest of the week but his alpha wouldn’t promise him that. At some point during the night, Damien had uploaded the video to their group chat and his other alphas are having the time of their lives making little clips to send back and forth of their favorite moments so Loki mutes it in annoyance. 

There’s two shows today, essentially back to back with one in the afternoon and one at night, so Loki feels like they won’t have much time to do anything horny today. Needless to say, he’s wrong. 

Clad in a soft sleep shirt and regular cotton underwear that his alpha had kindly slipped on him while he was unconscious last night, Loki stretches in front of the mirror as he prepares to get ready. He’s about to turn away to get dressed when his alpha appears behind him in the mirror, wrapping his arms around Loki’s waist and resting his chin on Loki’s shoulder. 

“What?” Loki asks after a minute of his alpha just swaying them from side to side. 

“You came a lot last night,” the alpha says, nuzzling into his neck. 

“Don’t say that like you had no involvement,” the omega scowls, but he tilts his head so the alpha has better access to his neck. 

“I didn’t get to cum last night,” the alpha says. In reality, he had cum untouched just from the sheer ecstasy of watching his omega fall apart in his lap but Loki was too out of it to notice and he doesn’t plan on letting him know. 

Loki furrows his brow. “You want me to suck you off?” 

The alpha shakes his head. “I want your pussy.” 

“O-Oh…now?” 

“Now,” the alpha confirms, sliding down to the floor and bringing the omega with him. 

“N-Not the bed?” the omega asks confusedly as he’s arranged to sit facing the mirror with his knees bent and legs spread. The growing wet spot on his underwear betrays his rising lust. The alphas had definitely trained their omega well.

“Mm…want to watch you,” the alpha murmurs, sucking a new hickey over a fading one at the junction of his shoulder and neck. “I didn’t get a good look at the view the night before either.” He meets eyes with Loki in the mirror. “So I want to get a good look at this view.” 

Loki, …

“Open up,” the alpha instructs, lifting the hem of his shirt and making the omega bite down on it to expose his pale belly and the soft swells of his breasts. The omega shudders as the alpha gropes his pussy through his underwear, enlarging the wet spot, before bunching the front of it up into a thick rope. A muffled moan escapes the omega as the alpha tucks the rope in between his puffy lips and pulls at it from the waistband so that it rubs between his folds and over his clit and hole. His cunt leaks slick all over the rope at the stimulation, soaking the fabric. 

“Little wet hole just can’t get enough,” the alpha murmurs close to his ear and the omega only whimpers in response, squirting a little when the rope roughly drags over his clit. Satisfied, the alpha tucks the soaked rope to the side and spreads Loki’s exposed pussy open with his fingers for them both to see. 

The fleshy pink insides contract and expand, the hole winking lewdly at them from the mirror. Loki closes his eyes in embarrassment only to crack them slightly open when his alpha tells him to watch. “Your pink fuckhole is such a little temptress,” his alpha whispers to him. “It wants a cock inside so bad it’s inviting me in with its little slutty show. Look at it flexing…” 

“Nnhhh…” 

“And your little clit’s peeking out now.” Loki trembles as the finger inches closer towards his exposed button and jolts when the alpha strokes over it. “Look how cute and red it is…if Aidan was here, he wouldn’t be able to resist sucking on it.” The omega shudders at the words, his imagination conjuring the phantom sensation of a hot mouth ghosting over his clit so intensely his clit throbs. “Did you just imagine it?” his alpha teases. “Your hole leaked a little just now.”

Caught, Loki only whimpers and his alpha laughs. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t let all this slick you leaked be in vain,” the alpha promises. He reaches behind Loki and presumably pulls out his cock since Loki soon feels the hot line of a cock pressing against his back. “Lift up for me, princess.” When Loki does, he lines up his cock with Loki’s hole so that the omega can sink down onto it. 

Wet with his slick and well-fucked from the past few days, it goes in easily. 

The alpha pants as he plants his feet into the carpet and fucks up into the welcoming wet heat. The force of the alpha’s thrusts makes Loki’s ass smack loudly against the alpha’s thighs as he’s bounced up and down. The alpha’s big hands roam across the omega’s body, squeezing at his breasts, sliding along his belly, and petting at his quivering inner thighs. Loki is forced to watch, the sight of Damien’s pretty cock disappearing into his pussy only to slide out soaked and glistening from his pussy juice is unspeakably obscene when reflected back at him from the mirror. When he cums from the sight alone, the way the clear liquid sprays onto the mirror and drips from his thighs is even more obscene.

“Look at…how you…swallow me… right up…you really…have the… best pussy,” Damien grunts with each thrust before grinding hotly into him. “Rub your clit for me, princess.” 

Trembling, the omega brings his fingers to his clit and wails through the shirt still clenched between his teeth when the lightest touch sends sparks shooting behind his eyes. 

“No? I can do it for you, but I won’t be nice about it,” the alpha warns when Loki recoils and shakes his head as if to say he can’t. “You sure you’d rather I do it?” He licks a hot stripe down a flushed ear. “I’ll rub your clit so raw you won’t be able to wear underwear today.” 

Whimpering, the omega can only grit his teeth and rub half-heartedly at his clit. Already swollen and sensitive from last night’s activities, it only takes a few touches before he’s crying and squirting all over himself and the cock still pistoning into his tender hole. 

Damien bounces him up and down a few more times before he’s cumming, flooding the omega with thick, alpha cum. When he pulls out, some of it drips from the fluttering folds and the alpha clicks his tongue, scooping it up with his fingers and feeding it back into the fucked-open hole. “Keep that nice and cozy inside for me, hm?” He untwists Loki’s underwear and tucks it back in place to cover the pretty just-stuffed pussy-pie, wet spot and all, and then helps a shaking Loki back to his feet. “You can get dressed now, we need to head out soon.”

With that, he disappears into the bathroom, leaving his omega stunned and speechless in front of the mirror. 

*

Uncomfortably aware of how his pussy is filled to the brim with cum and squelching in his underwear, Loki performs his assistant duties as best he can during the two shows. Damien smirks whenever he sees Loki walking awkwardly, just as aware, and Loki glares at him. It’s ineffective and Damien only ruffles his hair as he always does, unfazed. 

In other news, the glares seem more hostile today for some reason and Loki actually catches some dirty looks directed at him from some omega models before they look away. Some of the alpha models are also giving him dirty looks but in a different way, and Loki pulls his jacket tighter around himself at the way their eyes gleam. 

They have a little bit of a break after the first show ends, the second show thankfully in the same venue so they don’t have to rush across the city. Loki quietly swipes around on his phone as his alpha naps in his styling chair, so deep in sleep that Loki had gotten away with drawing a heart on his cheek with some lip liner. 

“Slut.” 

The word is so full of venom and so clearly spoken that Loki blinks and spins around, catching the tail end of a venomous look to match before the person in question leaves the room. 

Did she mean Loki? 

Muffled conversation comes from the hallway and Loki creeps over to listen at the door. 

“...assistant...slept with…yeah…spread his legs…everyone…Damien…most recently…really a whore…”

Loki brings his hand to his mouth to muffle any noises, his heart thudding in his chest. Was this the reason for all the weird looks? Someone was telling people he was sleeping around, spreading his legs for everyone? The differently dirty looks from the alpha models now make a lot more sense and Loki grimaces. He listens again for a little bit but there’s no more sounds. They must have left.

He debates telling his alpha but…realistically, he’ll never see these people again or he’ll have forgotten them by the next time he sees them and it was too much effort to try to convince people who were persuaded just by unsubstantiated rumors. Loki knew he’d only slept with one other person before meeting his alphas and his alphas knew that, so that was all of the people that needed to know his sexual history. Let them say what they want; Loki was perfectly happy having amazing sex with just his amazing alphas. 

Mind made up, he was about to go back to his original spot when he senses someone stopping next to him. He looks up to see an omega model. As with all models, she was extremely pretty with high cheekbones and full lips. There was a little beauty mole under her right eye. Vaguely, he remembers that she was one of the models also from Damien’s agency. 

“Could we talk outside?” 

Loki blinks. “Uh…okay?”

He follows her outside to the hallway, the previously gossipping models long gone, and she finally turns to face him. 

“You should stop sleeping with Damien.”

Loki looks at her stupidly. And I should stop having a functioning brain or sex drive. “Why?” 

Her face contorts and oh actually, she could be quite ugly too. “He’s mine.”

Loki arches an eyebrow. “Oh? You’re sleeping with him too? Maybe you should be the one to stop.”

She glares at him. “I was his last girlfriend. You’re just some...random whore he’s fucking around with.”

“...so you’re an ex.”

“He’ll want me back eventually.” 

“...I doubt it.”

“He will. There’s no reason he’d stay with you. You’re not even that pretty and you barely have any tits or ass to speak of.”

Annoyingly, she isn’t lacking in any of those departments. Internally, Loki scowls. Fuck you...my ass is decent. 

“Maybe my pussy is just that great,” Loki quips instead. “But good luck with that, I guess.” 

With that, he leaves her in the hallway, returns to the dressing room, and debates to himself the merits of drawing a heart on his sleeping alpha’s other cheek. 

*

He sorely miscalculates the merits. 

“Two of them?” Damien snaps his hips, driving deep into the omega’s wet cunt and punching little mewls out of Loki with each thrust. Two pink bullet vibrators are taped to each nipple and Damien is preparing the third as he fucks into the omega. “You’re just asking to be punished, hm?”

Gagged with the cum-soaked panties he’d been wearing since this morning and hands bound with a tie in front of him, Loki whimpers, shaking his head and flexing his hands fruitlessly as the last pink bullet is taped against his clit. 

Damien only laughs as he presses the remote connected to all three into the omega’s bound hands. “Shall we turn them on together?” 

He manipulates the omega’s fingers to click the button up to the first level.

The omega’s eyes roll back in his head and his body writhes as his nipples and clit are simultaneously stimulated alongside his filled hole. He arches futilely and sobs around the gag in his mouth as he squirts over the cock impaling him. He’s barely come down from his first high when Damien clicks up the intensity and he’s cumming again, hips coming straight off the bed as he shudders through another orgasm. 

“There’s five levels to these.” Damien pats the omega on his cheek, smearing the tears there as he continues to shove his cock in and out of the omega’s tight wet channel, sloshing around the cum and squirt juice pooling inside. “We’re gonna go through every. Single. One.” He laughs when Loki stares pleadingly at him with teary eyes and whimpers. The smeared lip liner hearts on Damien's cheeks bunch up as he smiles. “I hope you think I look damn cute with these hearts.” 

*

Damien grunts as Loki rolls sleepily into his arms after he’s cleaned them up and gotten under the covers, the omega puffing soft breaths against his neck as he throws an arm over Damien’s chest to snuggle him. He embraces the omega back, sliding a hand to cup the back of his head, and presses a chaste kiss to his feathery forehead. 

“It wasn’t too bad, was it?” he murmurs. “I didn’t actually mind the hearts.” 

The omega huffs a laugh, his eyes cracking open to reveal the slightest sliver of blue. “All of you suck at actual punishments. They just make me feel good. It just encourages all my bad behavior.” 

“Oh? What bad behaviors do you have?” 

Loki hums. “Being a brat. Leaving my shit everywhere and not cleaning up.”

“Mm, all things to be encouraged.” 

“Leaving my shit everywhere?”

“It gives color to the house. Lets us know you’re comfortable living with us.”

His omega turns his face into his chest to hide his flush. “It’s been over a year…I don’t think you guys need reminders anymore.” 

“Are you saying you’ll pick up after yourself?” 

“...not if I’m not actually punished for it.” 

“Seems like a win-win then.” He kisses the omega’s forehead again whose eyes flutter closed as sleepiness begins to overtake him. “We love you and all the bad behaviors you come with.” He kisses him again on the furrow between his eyebrows as Loki tries to fight off the sleepiness to answer him back. “Just drift off, princess, I’ve got you. Sweet dreams.”

The omega falls asleep smiling. 

*

Day 4

Today, Damien had purposefully declined all shows so they could have a full day of fun. 

With a full itinerary, they set off - the Louvre museum, Notre Dame, a walk along the Seine, the list goes on. They stop at little bakeries to buy fresh pastries and sip on little espressos and Loki buys souvenirs to give to his alphas and his coworkers. 

Of course, it’s not just a day of innocent fun. 

“S-Stop…’m gonna…” Loki grits his teeth as his alpha hums from across their little cafe table. The vibrations from the little egg nestled inside his pussy increase in intensity and the wave of orgasm washes over him and he’s cumming. Loki glares at his alpha but it’s not very effective through the haze of his orgasm.

Before they’d left this morning, Damien had told him to wear his crotchless panties underneath his long skirt before sliding the little egg in. He’d been turning it off and on at varying intensities all day and Loki had cum a few times already. Thankfully his skirt was black so any wet spots were hidden but Loki had definitely left a few new puddles throughout the city. 

In the evening, they go to a nice bistro with tables that have long tablecloths covering them. 

Loki grips the table with white knuckles when Damien “accidentally” drops his fork and then climbs under the table to lift his skirt up and eat him out under the table with the egg still buzzing merrily inside him. Loki squirms and tries not to pant too obviously as his alpha swirls his tongue inside his wet cunt and curls it around his swollen clit. The struggle is extra intense when the waiter stops by to check on them. 

“W-We’re fine,” Loki bites out through gritted teeth. His alpha makes everything ten times worse when he scrapes his teeth lightly against Loki’s tight clit and then sucks. 

Fucking bastard. 

Loki lets out a deep, shuddering breath and tries to smile at the waiter even as his pussy convulses and squirts into his alpha’s waiting mouth, but it probably comes out looking too intense because the waiter starts to look a bit concerned. It probably helps even less when he has to clap a hand over his mouth to muffle a cut-off moan when the alpha keeps tonguing at his clit. 

“Are you sure, miss?”

“Yessss,” Loki bites out, trying to subtly kick at his alpha who only laughs quietly, huffing hot air against his dripping cunt. “Don’t worry, it’s all good.” 

Once he’s gotten the waiter to leave, Damien makes Loki cum three more times on his tongue (one of the times, the gush of squirt pushes the egg out and Loki has to bite his hand to muffle a moan when the alpha slides it back in at a higher intensity) before he climbs back up to his seat, his lips suspiciously wet and swollen when he swipes a hand over them. 

Loki glares at him and kicks him under the table again. Damien clicks his tongue. “If I bruise, it’ll affect my career.” 

“I swear to god if I don’t get the best fuck of my life tonight, I won’t let you touch me for the rest of the week.” 

Damien almost chokes on his water but laughs. “I’ll do my best to perform, princess.”

He ends up fucking Loki in the hotel room while holding the stupid rabbit vibe to his clit and Loki is forced to concede he has no complaints about his service except for the fact that Damien broke his promise.

“I said I wouldn’t fuck you with it, not that I wouldn’t use it to fuck you.”

Loki is incandescent with rage until his alpha fucks him into a better mood.

*

Day 5

“Your assistant…” Damien arches an eyebrow when an omega model approaches him unprompted while he’s resting in his styling chair. Loki is off on an errand to get him a coffee so he’s alone. 

The omega’s lips shine with gloss and Damien flashes back to his own omega’s glossy spit-slick lips wrapping obscenely around his cock that morning and smiles a bit at the memory. It unfortunately backfires as the smile seems to energize the omega who inches a bit closer. 

Damien frowns and leans away, disliking when others came into his space. The omega falters but opens his mouth again. “Your assistant…” he says again. 

“What about him,” Damien snaps, irritated at the repetition. 

“I heard…” The omega worries his lip. “You should stop sleeping with him.”

Damien huffs out an incredulous laugh. Over his dead body would he stop sleeping with the sexiest thing he’s ever met in his life. He could be a eunuch and he would still find a way to cum just from watching his omega fuck his gorgeous dripping pussy on a dildo shaped like his useless dick.

“You’re joking,” he says when the omega actually seems serious. His eyes narrow. “And I don’t think it’s any of your business who I sleep with.”

“He’s used goods!” the omega says, his voice rising with emotion. “He’s sleeping with so many people! I just…you deserve better…I-I’m…if you wanted, I could–”

“So many people?” Damien repeats. The idea is laughably ridiculous. Since the omega had come into their lives, he and his packmates had practically never gone a day without the omega fucked to exhaustion in their bed. Where would Loki find time between all his insatiable alphas to find dick elsewhere? He squints when the last part of the omega’s sentence processes. “What, are you offering yourself as a better alternative?” 

“I’m a virgin,” the omega whispers like Damien could give a fuck and Damien outright laughs. 

“Not interested,” he says. “So no need to concern yourself.” 

The omega’s eyes redden with tears and Damien rolls his eyes when he ends up fleeing in humiliation. In his escape, he brushes past Loki who’s just returned with a coffee clutched in his hands. 

“What was that about?” he asks as he passes it over. Damien takes a satisfied sip and ruffles the omega’s hair in thanks. 

“Nothing important,” the alpha answers. Loki blinks at him but then shrugs and lets it go.

He’s sleeping with so many people! 

His eyes narrow. He’d need to figure out who the fuck was spreading slander about his omega.

*

Loki stops at the vending machine in the hallway and feeds it a few coins, pressing the button for a lemon soda. A shadow falls over him and he turns around, wondering if someone is waiting behind him. 

Two alphas are behind him, both of them models with the way they’re both styled. 

“Uh…just give me a second,” Loki says, turning back to the screen. “I still need to get another one–”

“So how much for one night?” 

Loki blinks. Slowly turns around. Blinks again. “...Excuse me?”

The alpha slams a hand against the vending machine, caging Loki against it. If it had been Damien, it would be hot, but because it’s not, Loki just grimaces. “You’re an open for business slut right? I hear you’re sleeping with half the modeling circle so what’s your rate?” 

When Loki is too shocked to speak, he smirks. “Or if you’ll do it for free, that works too.” He points a thumb behind him at the other alpha. “The both of us are interested. One at a time or together works.” 

Loki opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again and finally finds his voice. “...No thanks, not interested.” 

The alpha frowns. “What, just ‘cuz you're fucking Damien, now you’re too good for the rest of us?” 

Loki rolls his eyes. “Sure, whatever makes you go away.” 

The alpha squints a little and then smirks. “Oh I see,” he says as he crowds in closer. “Trying to play hard to get, eh? You like a little forced roleplay?” The second Loki feels a hand graze across his crotch area, he snaps, punching the alpha straight in the face. 

“Fuck! You little–” 

“There’s more where that came from,” Loki hisses. He locks eyes with the other alpha who stands there, frozen. “You want to cop a feel too? The next one, I’m going for the nuts.” He fakes a lunge at the other alpha who cowers away. Bitch. 

Without waiting for either of them to respond, Loki grabs the single lemon soda he’d purchased and then walks away. He can live without his own drink. He doesn’t want to spend another minute in their presence.

*

There’s a commotion when two of the alpha models come back to the dressing room, one of them meek and jumpy and the other with a bloody nose. When the model pulls the tissue away, a prominent bruise is already forming. 

“What happened?” the makeup artist asks, aghast. “How the fuck can I cover that?”

The alpha glares but doesn’t respond. His meek friend also doesn’t make a sound.

Damien watches the fuss and then turns to his omega, tilting his head when he sees that Loki hasn’t even turned to watch despite all the ruckus and is just diligently unwrapping a straw to poke into a lemon soda before handing it to Damien. 

“I don’t think he can go on stage like this, let’s think about how we can swap him out,” one of the staff members is saying. The alpha protests that he can still do the show and is immediately overruled and that’s when Damien catches it. 

The smug little smirk tugging at the omega’s lips. 

Something warm and fond blooms in his chest and Damien flicks his omega on the nose, the omega scrunching it cutely at the touch. “You did that?” he asks. The omega doesn’t even try to hide it. 

“He wanted me to sleep with him and then tried to touch me below the belt when I said no, so I let him know I’m not an easy victim. After I punched him, the second one didn’t even dare.” 

Damien frowns and then smiles proudly. “That’s my princess.” 

Loki grins at him. 

Damien sips at his lemon soda and ruminates to himself. He’d better figure out what was going on before any more alphas decided they wanted to get handsy. He wouldn’t want his omega to have to bruise his precious knuckles too often. 

*

Damien sends Loki off to grab them both a light dinner, waits for a beat, and then walks over to the two alphas. The one with the bloody nose (Cain, he vaguely recalls) is sulking on the couch in the dressing room, his meek friend silent beside him (this one he can’t remember the name of). 

“So…” Damien says, taking a seat on the coffee table in front of them. “Care to explain what happened?” 

Cain glowers at him. “What, you here to get revenge for your whore?” 

“Do I need to?” Damien laughs. “Looks like he got his own revenge just fine.” 

“Then fuck off.”

“I’m curious though,” Damien says, ignoring him. “What on earth possessed you to approach him? You think I don’t fuck him good enough to satisfy him?” 

Cain laughed derisively. “Of course you think that highly of yourself.”

Damien shrugs. “He told you no, didn’t he? Seems like a vote in my favor.” 

The other alpha lets out a tch and looks away. 

“Why do you think he’s a whore?”

“Cuz that’s what they were saying,” Cain spits. “He’s slept with half the models in the circuit and would spread his legs for anyone. An’ he was comin’ in with hickies every day.” He huffs bitterly. “Of course your dick would be so good even a slut can turn monogamous. Can’t even let the rest of us get our dicks wet a little.” He eyes Damien, his tone taunting. “But you ain’t that good either seeing as you’re fucking worthless secondhand goods like the rest of us. Bet his pussy can’t even close that tight anym–”

Before he can even finish his sentence, Damien’s caught his throat in a vice grip, fingertips digging in so hard they turn white and eyes flashing dangerously. Cain chokes and gurgles, clawing at the hands on his throat. His face has already turned a dangerous purple by the time Damien seems to realize what he’s doing and deliberately relaxes his grip. Cain coughs and gasps as air returns, swallowing and rubbing at his throat as he eyes him warily. 

“Sorry about that,” Damien says insincerely. “Reflex. Don’t worry, you weren’t going to be able to walk any more shows with that nose anyway so additional bruises won’t be an issue.”

“Bastard,” Cain spits before his friend shushes him, urging him not to make things worse. 

“Just one last question…” Damien says, flexing his hand. “Who did you hear that from?” 

“Hah? Everyone was talking about it at all the shows we were at. A bunch of people said they were sleeping with him too.” Damien rolls his eyes at that, unsurprised. There were always people who’d jump at saying they’d slept with someone he’d slept with, like it was a badge of honor to have his leftovers. 

“Um…” the meek friend finally speaks up. “I-I heard it from someone early on who said that it was true because it came from someone at your agency…”

Damien narrows his eyes in thought. For this Fashion Week, their agency had only brought a limited amount of people so that narrowed it down quite a lot. He stands up from his seat. 

“Hmm, I see,” he says. “Well, thank you. Hope you suffer for a bit longer and a friendly warning…don’t touch an omega that’s already told you no. And an unfriendly warning…”

He leans down to stare them both in the eye, the same manic look that had him crushing Cain’s windpipe stealing back across his expression. The two of them flinch back against the couch. 

“Don’t ever touch my omega.”

With that, he heads back to his own spot to wait for his omega. 

…

“I just…um…if you’ve ever found me attractive, I–”

…

“I wanted to–”

…

“Have you…um…heard the rumors? I just want to say, I would never do that to you–”

…

“What,” he snaps irritably when another omega approaches him. This one though, is unfortunately familiar. “Oh, it’s you.” 

Astrid frowns. “Really?” When Damien doesn’t respond, she sighs. “I wanted to talk to you about something…”

Damien resists the urge to massage his temples. Didn’t they all … even though he never wanted to hear about it. “Then spit it out.”

“Have you…thought about us getting back together?”

“No.” 

In fact, in some ways, Damien regretted ever getting involved with her in the first place. Not after the multiple times she’d come up to him asking this same question. 

For some reason, she looks taken aback and offended. In Damien’s opinion, with the way he’d cruelly dumped her, it was a miracle she still held a torch for him.  

“We were so good together, though,” she protests. “The sex was amazing, we had such good chemistry, we were the modeling power couple–”

“We were never together,” Damien cuts her off, tired of having this same argument again. “I told you we could fuck and show up at some events together, but I was never looking for anything long-term. I never even took you on a date. I didn’t even let you sleep in the bed after we fucked, for god’s sake. You were the one telling everyone we were a couple when I told you it was sex only.”

“You didn’t deny it!” 

“I let you play out your stupid delusions in front of other people because I didn’t want to waste my breath when you were going to contradict me anyways. I didn’t want any messy tabloids about it either.” 

Her eyes redden. “I can’t forget about you…” Big pearly tears cascade from her eyes. With her good looks, a lesser man would have been falling over themselves to comfort her. 

“It’s been over a year already so figure it out,” Damien says flatly, already tired of this conversation and frankly, all his other conversations. He turns away, grabbing a nearby magazine. It's upside down, but he idly flicks through it anyway to try and signal her to leave. 

“Is this because of that assistant of yours?” 

…

Damien snaps the magazine shut and raises his eyes to meet hers. A few dots connect in his brain and his eyes narrow. “What do you mean?”

She wipes at her face. “You’re sleeping with him now.” 

“So?”

“Is he better than me?” 

“In every way. In fact, he’s the best pussy I’ve ever had. Is that what you want to hear?” 

She’s biting her lip now, brand new tears welling up to drip down her cheeks. “I gave you my first time. Now you’re satisfied with some used whore?” 

Damien laughs unkindly. “You begged me to have it, now you’re acting like it was precious? And I’m quite satisfied, thank you. He’s tighter than a virgin so I keep him stuffed with my cock every day so he’s loose enough to take me.” 

She cringes at the vulgar words. “You…you…”

“Get it through your head that I don’t want you anymore,” Damien says bluntly. “You were a convenient fuck when I wanted one and when I didn’t, I tossed you away. You’re better off finding someone else to fuck. I’m sure a lot of alphas won’t mind that you’re a ‘used whore’.”

“This isn’t over,” Astrid spits, spinning around to leave and coincidentally bumping straight into a returning Loki. She shoots him a nasty tear-filled glare as she leaves. 

Loki arches a brow at him as he sets their dinner down. “Again? Do I want to know?” 

“Just a clingy old fuck buddy,” Damien sighs, reaching for the bag. 

“Not an ex-girlfriend?” 

Damien furrows his brow. “She told you that?” 

“She may have mentioned it.” 

The alpha made a face, sitting back with his meal in hand. “Her own little fantasy. I just used her for sex and then made her leave. I didn’t even care if she came or not.” He sighs. "She's probably also the one spreading all the rumors."

Loki blinks. "Oh...you found out about that?"

Damien flicks him in the forehead. "I've had way too many omegas come and shoot their shot with me using you as an excuse. And I'm not blind to the way these other alphas have been looking at you. You think I wouldn't try to figure out why two alphas were suddenly bold enough to actually make a pass at you?"

"Ahh...that explains that crying omega this morning." Loki's expression goes from thoughtful to mildly alarmed. "You're not going to do anything drastic, are you?"

Damien had been planning to get everyone involved fired and blacklisted from the industry, but he's not going to tell the omega that. "Maybe."

Loki scrunches his nose and turns back to his meal. "Don't tell me. I don't want to have to testify against you."

The alpha snorts. "Wasn't planning to."

"I mean I can already see bruises on that asshole's neck and I didn't do that to him."

"..."

*

That night, Damien argues that, including today, it’s been approximately three whole days since Loki was fucked on the rabbit vibe and as such, has met the definition of “a few”. And, he reminds Loki who has not looked at the chat since he muted it, his other alphas have been calling for an encore performance and he wouldn’t want to disappoint right? 

So Loki cries and shudders his way through another night of being tortured on that stupid rabbit vibe while sitting in his alpha’s lap, this time with his hands tied behind his back and facing the camera so that in the video replay, his alphas can see his flushed, tear-stained face contort in pleasure as he’s brought to completion again and again and again. 

(A solid third of the footage is just Damien leaning forward to wipe off the squirt-splattered lens but it still ends up being one of the pack's most-viewed videos.)

*

Day 6

The shows the next day are almost unbearable with how toxic the atmosphere is. Loki ignores all of the glares and holds his head high. If he had actually planned to actively hide the rumors from his alpha, there’s no way Loki would’ve been able to after today. Seemed like that clingy ex had put in some extra legwork.

Weirdly, he’s less affected by them than his usually unflappable alpha who is more irritable and snappy to everyone except for Loki. 

“It’s fine,” the omega says exasperatedly after his alpha has scared away yet another hairstylist. “I couldn’t care less about any of these people.” 

His alpha grunts. “As you shouldn’t.” 

“So stop being so angry, you’re scaring the stylists.” 

“Then come sit in my lap.” 

Seeing the mulish expression on his alpha’s face, Loki can only comply and sit in the alpha’s lap so his alpha can wrap his arms around him, nuzzling into his neck. Damien’s expression eases in contrast to the other gazes in the room which become more pointed and hostile, so Loki just focuses on soothing his alpha.

Seeing the alpha finally return back to a placid expression, the hair stylist nervously approaches again after having been snapped at for a slightly painful tug, and heaves a relieved breath when the alpha lets her work on his hair in peace, not even reacting when she accidentally tugs a bit too hard again. Loki just smiles at her when she tenses in fear and she quickly relaxes again and continues working.

She stares gratefully at the back of Loki’s head as she works, internally berating herself for judging him purely based on some rumors. If she really thought about it, all the people claiming they’d slept with him were those sleazebag models that would brag about fucking anything with legs. She doubted someone like Loki would go for people like that, not with the way he had Damien, the top supermodel of them all, eating out of the palm of his hand.

*

While sitting in his lap may have worked with the first show, the atmosphere at the second show is somehow even worse and Loki pulls his alpha into an empty room and lets Damien fuck his aggression out to calm him down. The bruises pressed into his hips ache slightly but he feels good, his pussy pleasantly tingly and his alpha now purring against him, the furrow in his brow smoothed out. 

Once the second show ends, they grab dinner at a nearby hole in the wall place and the atmosphere is nice and easy when they head back to their hotel. 

Yet, when Loki comes out from his shower, his alpha is glaring as he stares at his phone. 

“Something wrong?”

“I always block her number, but she keeps getting new ones,” the alpha grunts, tossing his phone away. “And she’s pissing me off.”

Loki picks it up and reads through the numerous texts all sent in the last ten minutes. She talks about how good they were together, how Loki can’t compare to her, that Damien is making the wrong decision. The texts grow increasingly desperate and erratic and she even exposes herself in one of the texts as the one to start the rumors about Loki sleeping around in order to make it easier for Damien to distance himself from him. Damien hasn’t responded to any of them. 

“Wild.” 

“I broke up with her through text over a year ago and told her point blank to her face that I was just using her,” Damien sighs in frustration. “What more does she need me to do.” 

“Hm…we need to make her see the light then…” Loki laughs. “Maybe once she sees how good you fuck me, she’ll realize sex with you was terrible.”

His alpha blinks, considering, and then stares at Loki. “Would you…be willing?”

Loki stares back in surprise. “I mean…if it’ll help…?”

He was going to fuck his omega regardless but if it also solves another problem… Damien smirks and crawls towards his omega, licking his lips. “Let’s get started then.” 

*

Suite 3201. The door will be open.

Astrid tries to calm herself down as the elevator numbers tick up. She’d showered, shaved, waxed herself all over for good measure, and dressed herself up in lingerie, all in record time. Damien had always had a panty kink and he’d fucked her particularly hard the one time she wore this one, to the point where it had ripped. This was the replacement that she’d bought but never got the chance to wear for him again before he’d abruptly ended things. 

But this was proof that she was still his girl. He still wanted her. 

She takes a deep breath when she finally makes her way to the right door. The heavy door is propped open by the smallest crack so that she can just push it open without having to swipe a keycard. She opens it slowly and carefully, wanting to surprise him, and blinks in shock when she realizes the metal swing lock attached to the door is engaged, the door unable to be opened past its length. 

When she hears the telltale sound of skin slapping on skin and the unmistakable wet, squelching sounds of someone getting fucked, she freezes.

“F-Fuck…haaah….Damien…so good…nngh…g’nna cum again…” It’s the omega assistant’s voice. She creeps closer and peers through the crack of the door. Through the small opening, she can barely see the bottom half of the bed, Damien standing at the end of it fully nude, his profile gorgeous in the dim lamplight of the hotel room. 

His hips are thrusting into the omega on the bed. Her view is mostly blocked by his bent leg but as he’s rocked back and forth on the bed from the force of the thrusts, she can see (and clearly hear) glimpses of Damien’s raw, uncovered cock pounding into something wet and soft between the boy’s thighs. 

…no condom? He’d always been so strict about that rule. No condom, no sex. 

“Cum for me, princess,” Damien says, his hips rolling forward, and the omega arches with a groan. Astrid stares, transfixed as liquid gushes out in a waterfall from the omega’s pussy to soak the carpet. 

Did he just…squirt?

“What was that, your fifth one tonight?” Damien drops to his knees and Astrid watches as he buries his head between the omega’s shaking thighs, presumably licking at his wet pussy from the soft, slick sounds. She can almost picture the slithery movements of his tongue; how it must be pushing in and out of the other boy’s fluttering pussy, tonguing him open and licking wet stripes on his clit. Her own pussy throbs. “Taste so fucking good, princess.” 

Fifth? Astrid isn’t surprised by that. She’d cum multiple times from Damien’s cock before too. Before Damien, she’d rarely orgasmed from masturbating, and after Damien, the few alphas she’d gotten in bed with were mediocre at best. Nothing compared to the ecstasy of Damien’s cock, the size of it and his strength and stamina. But…he’d never seemed to bother about her pleasure, never any foreplay or aftercare. And he’d definitely never put his mouth on her. She had always thought he didn’t like doing that even if he’d fucked her mouth. But that’s apparently not the case, she’s now realizing. She listens to the soft wet sounds of her beloved alpha enthusiastically licking into someone else’s pussy, moaning like he’s enjoying himself, and feels numb down to her toes.

The omega arches, cumming as Damien continues to eat him out. “Nnngh…haah…stop…want your cock…” 

Damien laughs and stands back up, his cock sinking back in with a wet squelch. “Yeah? What else does my princess want?”

“W-Wanna feel you c-cum inside me…aahh…”

The omega moans as the alpha begins fucking into him again. The fwop fwop fwop sounds of skin on skin echo loudly in the room, barely covering the slick, wet sounds emanating from where they are joined and the soft moans and gasps of the two on the bed.

At some point, her hands have found her way inside her panties and she’s rubbing desperately at her own clit while using the other hand to fuck her fingers into her pussy in time with the movements of Damien’s cock. Fire licks up her spine and she pants quietly, trying to muffle her voice.

“Easily arranged,” Damien says and he brings his hand between the omega’s legs, the wrist of his hand blurring with its speed, and the omega squeals. Astrid’s pussy throbs at the wet sounds of Damien working the pussy flesh, so watery it sounded obscene. “Just need to make you squeeze me all nice and tight by rubbing your little clit. Works like a charm.”

Helpless in the throes of pleasure, the omega only makes little gasping noises as his hips flex and arch into the fingers rubbing over his swollen clit. He chokes out the first syllable of Damien’s name, the second half swallowed up by a moan.

“Let’s come together, hm?” Damien leans forward, thrusting in a few more times before he shoves all the way in and groans, the omega’s body seizing and tightening as he also reaches his high. “I’ll fill you all the way up, get your pussy all nice and drippy, just how you like it.”

He’d never cum in her before. Only in a condom and never with that satisfied expression.

“Mm…my favorite…” the omega agrees, his voice dreamy. “Does alpha enjoy my little pussy pie?”

“Alpha loves it, princess.”

He’d also never talked to her during sex, only grunting with exertion as he thrusted mechanically into her. And he had never called her sweet pet names.

Even after they’ve both finished, Damien doesn’t pull out and order the omega to leave before disappearing into the shower. He just lays on top of him, the two of them exchanging quiet murmured conversation. Astrid suddenly realizes that she's crying.

Oh. Oh. 

She’d been blind. 

She’d never known what being with Damien was really like. Never known how considerate he could be, how skillfully he could bring someone to multiple orgasms when he actually cared about their pleasure. How tender and loving he could be when he actually cared about someone. 

That someone had never been her. Would never be her.

She had only ever been a hole for him to fuck and use. 

She stares blankly at the cum sitting in her panties. Even that realization hadn’t been enough to stop her orgasming. 

Turning around, she flees.

*

At the sound of the door fully closing and the buzz of the automatic lock, the two of them lock eyes and laugh. 

“Think it finally got to her?” Loki asks, looping his arms around his alpha. 

“We can only hope,” the alpha murmurs back. “In any case, I’m going to publish the text she sent saying she started the rumors. So she can’t escape responsibility for that.” 

He studies the omega’s expression, wondering if the omega would be reluctant. Damien was quite happy to ruin her but his soft-hearted omega might not want to. It was always something that niggled at Damien – whether his cruel, callous nature was a turn off for his sweet, considerate mate. 

Loki only hums, drawing little circles along his back. “Mm, okay.”

Damien tucks his face against his omega’s neck so he can't see his expression anymore. “I really was terrible to her,” he says, swallowing. “Absolute trash.” 

“I know.”

“You don’t hate me for it?” 

There’s a pause and Damien feels his heart pound as he waits for his omega’s condemnation. 

“Your heart is beating really fast.”

Damien doesn’t respond. 

His omega sighs, carding a gentle hand through Damien’s hair. “Are you thinking I’d hate you for it? She's been nothing but mean to me.”

“What if she was a nice girl and I still did that to her?” She wasn’t his first callous heartbreak even if she would be his last. 

His omega hums. “Well I trust that you didn’t lead her on into thinking you’d be a nice guy back.” 

“I don’t lead anyone on. I’m just not a nice guy.” 

Damien tenses when Loki lets out a sigh, but the omega presses a kiss to his alpha’s sweat-damp forehead. “What are you thinking in this weird head? So what if you’re mean? I love you, stupid. Bad behaviors and all.”

Ah, Damien thinks, feeling like his chest is expanding so much it could burst. He loves him so much and the feeling is mutual. His omega seems to hear his thoughts because he smiles at Damien, the two of them grinning at each other, so in love that nothing else matters. 

That is, until Damien’s dick decides it’s ready to go again. And his omega, who loves him and all his bad behaviors, opens his legs to welcome him in. 

*

Day 7

Loki comes awake with a tongue buried inside his pussy. 

“Wh– wuuuu…haah….” The omega arches as the tongue fucks into his sloppy pussy, still dripping with cum from last night. “G-Good…morning?”

Damien laughs from his spot below the covers. “Morning, princess.” Loki cums on his alpha’s tongue with a cry and the alpha crawls up to kiss him, mouth tasting of their combined spend. “Last two shows today before we can head home.”

“Mm…” 

They grab breakfast at the nearby bakery, enjoying croissants and coffee for their last breakfast in Paris, and then head to the first venue. The shows go well; Damien closes the first one and opens and closes the second. Loki no longer feels any hostile gazes in either of the dressing rooms and Astrid is meek and silent, not even daring to meet eyes with Loki at the one show she’s also in. Everyone else gives her a wide berth. 

The late afternoon is spent on exploring the city again with no itinerary this time, just walking hand in hand through the streets and popping into any art gallery or quaint shop that catches their eye. It’s a wonderful end to their week in Paris. 

*

On the flight home, Loki unbuckles his seatbelt once he’s able to and slips into Damien’s seat, cuddling against his alpha and tangling their legs together in their luxurious first-class seat. 

Idly, he traces the alpha’s pec and torso with his fingertip where he knows the tattoo lays under his clothes. The alpha grabs his hand and arches an eyebrow. “If you keep doing that, we’re going to have to join the mile high club, princess.”

Loki blinks. “What’s that?” 

The alpha smirks. “Let me show you.”

Chapter Text

When Ryder wakes up, he’s disoriented and unsure of where he is for a second. The last thing he remembers is sitting in his home office, still hunched over the legal documents of the company’s latest project and then…did he fall asleep at his desk? But he’s lying flat on his back on a soft surface and he isn’t wearing a shirt.  

He blearily opens his eyes to a thankfully dimly lit room so his eyes weren’t immediately in pain. He tries to use a hand to rub at his eyes and when he's forcibly stopped, he realizes his wrists are cuffed to the bed frame. He looks up at the dark leather binding them together. Weren’t these Loki’s cuffs? 

“Awake?” He turns to the side where Loki is sitting on the bed, legs tucked neatly beneath him. He was dressed in an unbuttoned button down, his legs bare beneath it. 

Ryder tugs again at the cuffs. If he really wanted to, he could rip through them, but he didn’t want to break Loki’s cuffs. He turns to the omega. “What’s this about?” 

“You passed out from exhaustion last night.” Loki crawls a bit closer and sits right next to the enigma. He traces the deep bags under Ryder’s eyes. “You’ve been working too hard so I’m gonna help you relax.” 

Ryder furrows his brow. “I really need to get back to work, maybe another time–” He’s cut off when the omega swings his leg over him to sit on his lap. 

He isn’t wearing anything underneath the shirt and Ryder bites his lip at the warmth and pressure of the omega’s body right on top of his dick. It’s increasingly apparent that he isn’t wearing anything under the thin sheet he’s covered in either and his dick is becoming increasingly aware of its proximity to its favorite sheath, only separated by a thin sheet. 

His attention is forced back to Loki’s face when the omega reaches forward and grips his chin. Loki’s eyes are blue, blue, blue. “I said I’m gonna help you relax.” 

Oh. Ryder’s fingers flex from where they’re bound. He wants to play it like this.

“Yeah?” he asks, his tone turning husky as his omega slowly lets go of him. “How’re you going to do that?” 

“You’re exhausted because you’re working your brain too hard,” the omega says. “So I’m gonna have you turn it off.” He lifts up his hips so he can slowly slide away the sheet separating them, leaving Ryder bare in the middle of the bed. “And all you need to do is do as I say.” 

Ryder feels his mouth go dry as Loki sits back down again, his pussy a searing damp heat pressed against his skin without the sheet in between them. Now fully erect, his cock points straight up at the ceiling but Loki pushes it back down against his stomach as he moves back and forth above Ryder, sliding his slick pussy up and down against the thick, veiny shaft and over his balls. 

“Fuck, baby…” Ryder feels like he’s straining his neck but without being able to touch, he can only see and he wants to see whatever he can. Loki drops to his elbows as he slides back and forth, lowering his body so that his breasts now also slide over his skin. The slide isn’t slick like the slide of his pussy over his cock but his tits are soft against his firm muscle and Loki’s hardened nipples tease against his own. The enigma swallows thickly, the muscles of his arms flexing with want. 

“You wanna touch me?” Loki asks, his eyes gleaming as he looks up at his Daddy from under his lashes. The omega licks at the tense jut of his jaw. 

“Yes,” Ryder grits out. “I want to touch you.” 

The omega smirks. “Enough to beg?” 

An enigma? Begging? His omega might want to play, but Ryder will make him work for it. He keeps his mouth shut and Loki sighs. “Still thinking with that big brain, huh?” 

Ryder clenches his teeth when the omega lifts up, separating their bodies to sit back on his heels before scooting further down the bed. The omega laughs when he sees his dark expression. “Relax, I won’t abandon you.” Loki grips his cock in between his small hands and he leans down, slipping the tip into his mouth. Ryder tries not to buck his hips as hot, wet suction engulfs his cockhead, a wicked tongue swirling at his slit, but doesn’t quite succeed. Loki pulls off and gives him a look. “Patience, Daddy.”

Ryder’s chest heaves, the powerful muscles in his calves and thighs flexing and tensing as the omega works his cock with his mouth. He groans as Loki’s throat spasms around his thick shaft, the omega pulling back a little as he chokes only to slide right back down the next second. Saliva drips from the omega’s mouth to coat his cock all the way to the base, easing the slide of the omega’s hands along his shaft where his mouth can’t reach as he slurps noisily on what he can.

Ryder’s orgasm rushes up like a stampeding horde and the enigma snarls in warning only for the omega to narrow his eyes and completely stop, his fingers suddenly wrapping tightly around the base of his cock 

Ryder feels like a truck has run over him when he cums dry, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as pleasure slams into him without any feeling of relief. “L-Loki–” he chokes, almost too shocked to speak. He knocks his head back against the pillow beneath him as a distraction but it doesn’t work, heat still sparking angrily in his veins. 

The omega hums as he returns to his cock, his fingers still gripping tight around his base. Ryder curses as his cock is engulfed again by that perfect, wet heat. The omega’s mouth is so soft and tight around his shaft, which feels so hard and turgid it’s skirting the edge of pain. He’s already cum but without ejaculating, his next one is already simmering underneath his skin and threatening to boil over. A vein pulses at his temple, throbbing in time with his purpling cock, and he’s subconsciously pulling at the restraints. 

“Baby…I need to–” 

“You can cum when you beg,” the demon sucking his cock says, his fingers tightening cruelly around his base before he slides back down and hollows his cheeks. 

The suction has him arching his hips as Ryder’s brain short circuits. 

“P-Please,” he chokes. His balls are so tight he feels like they’re going to burst, every muscle in his body tense and straining. “Please let me cum!”

His omega huffs a laugh before the strangling ring of his grip disappears and Ryder is blowing his load in waves directly into Loki’s waiting mouth. The omega keeps pumping his shaft with his hands and rhythmically sucking at his cock, milking him until his balls are drained while his throat furiously works to swallow the thick cum in his mouth before the next wave arrives, determined not to let any of it go to waste. Ryder pants openly as he tries to surface from his orgasm but can’t quite do it; his synapses are firing but nothing is processing. Nothing matters except for his omega’s hot wet mouth on his cock and the white hot pleasure of his balls finally emptying as he cums and cums and cums. 

“Such a good Daddy,” the omega purrs when he finally slides off his cock only to nuzzle at the thick shaft, his greedy little hands massaging the soft sacks at the base. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He meets Ryder’s eyes and winks as he opens his mouth, showing off his red tongue coated milky white with Ryder’s spend.

Ryder’s cock is quickly stiffening back up, his balls rapidly filling again as his omega teases him. The omega only laughs and helps it along, rubbing the head against his nipples and tugging at the shaft to get it erect faster. It takes no time at all for Ryder’s massive length to become fully hard again, standing tall and proud at a 90 degree angle from his belly. 

Once his goal is accomplished, the omega ignores it entirely in favor of shuffling forward on his knees until he’s sitting above Ryder’s face. His pussy winks lewdly at Ryder from between his thighs and he feels his mouth water. 

Loki looks down at him and smirks at the lust-addled expression on his face. “I already stretched myself so I can take your cock,” the little minx says, hovering his hips a few inches from Ryder’s face. “But feel free to check just in case. With your tongue.” 

Ryder lunges. 

His neck strains, on the verge of cramping as he fights against the cuffs to bury his face in his omega’s wet cunt, slurping and laving over the soaked folds and tonguefucking the clenching hole between them. His efforts are clumsy - there’s no finesse in the way he’s just trying to get his tongue all over the gorgeous dripping pussy and he keeps bumping his nose and chin as he strains against the restraints but his lovely, sensitive omega cums for him anyways, squirt drenching his face and chin and pooling in his collarbones. He barely reacts, already chomping at the bit to bury his face back in. 

“Haah…so good, Daddy…” Loki pants as he rocks back and forth on Ryder’s tongue, lost in his own pleasure. He humps his hips against the enigma’s mouth and grinds his clit up against his nose, squealing as he cums again, squirting hot and salty straight into Ryder’s mouth who drinks it up greedily. 

The enigma snarls, pulling at the cuffs as Loki shuffles away on his knees, his pussy leaving the range of his mouth. The omega sighs and pets his thigh to soothe him. “Patience, my love.” 

The omega takes his cock into his hand and lines it up with the entrance to his soaked pussy. He teases for a bit, just rubbing his wet folds against the very tip until Ryder snarls again and then he rolls his eyes before sinking down onto Ryder’s cock. 

Ryder throws his head back and groans long and loud as inch after inch of his cock disappears into that heavenly wet heat until his cockhead bumps into the familiar ring of the omega’s second gate where it stops, gravity alone not enough to breach through it. 

The omega doesn’t force it through, only allowing the head of his cock to grind against the second entrance. The little gate mouths at the tip, clearly also pre-stretched, and Ryder grits his teeth. 

“You–”

“If you buck, I’m pulling off,” Loki warns as he lifts up a few inches. “Just lay there and let me use you like a dildo.” 

Ryder holds himself stiff like a board as Loki begins to slowly slide up and down on the first eight inches of his cock, the omega throwing his head back and panting as he sets his own pace, uncaring of his alpha’s ragged breathing. At one point, Loki lifts his hips all the way up until the cock slips entirely out of him.

“L-Loki…” Ryder groans as the omega begins to tease him again, grinding his folds against the very tip but not letting it slip back inside. The omega only giggles before reaching for his cock, lining them back up, and then sinking back down. Ryder pants as he’s once again sheathed back inside that perfect heat but not fully . Every muscle in his legs is screaming at him to just get further inside–

His thoughts cut off when the omega leans forward to lick at the sweat on his chest, mischievous blue eyes twinkling at him as he continues to work his hips up and down his cock. “Such a good dildo,” the omega breathes into his skin. Loki then sits back up on his knees in order to grind the enigma against his cervix again. “You want inside?” 

“Yes–” the enigma chokes out past his clenched jaw. The tiny little gate suckles sweetly and invitingly at the tip of his cock. “Yes, fuck, let me fuck your womb.”

“Cursing already?” the omega chides as he starts grinding his hips in little circles. The omega's lovely red lips stretch into a smirk. “Beg?” 

Fucking hell. Still, Ryder feels like he’s about to lose his mind if he can’t shove his cock past that fleshy little second entrance. “Loki– please!”

“Haah…easy enough this time…” the omega pants. “Hold on. Just give me a–”

“No waiting.” The enigma plants his feet into the bed and begins manically fucking into the shaking body above him. Taken by surprise, the omega yelps as he’s suddenly impaled through his cervix on the second bounce, the cock immediately popping out of his womb only to impale through it again on the next. 

“W-Wait…Daddy…ahh!” The omega wails as he’s speared through again and again. The shirt he’s wearing begins to slip off his shoulders as he’s bounced, sliding off to reveal his pale shoulders now rapidly tinging pink with exertion and fully exposing his little tits that bounce along with him.

“Feels so good…” The enigma moans, the powerful muscles of his legs and glutes all working in tandem as he thrusts with abandon into his mate’s squelching cunt. Loki cums, squirting watery all over his cock, but the enigma doesn’t care - only concerned with getting his cock even deeper into that wet hole, so deep that he’ll never resurface. 

Loki cums again, his walls squeezing around his cock and Ryder moans at the clench, his balls tightening as he cums inside the omega’s womb. But it’s still not enough and his erection barely flags before it’s right back to full mast and fucking into him again. He needs more, more, more, more. Each thrust is heaven - the slick tightness of his mate’s cunt a balm against the fire licking under his skin, the squeeze of his cervix feels like sweet salvation.

“G-Gonna b-break me…Daddy…sl-slow…ahhhh!” 

Gonna break him slams into his mind like a hammer and Ryder’s teeth aches at the lust that courses through him at the thought, his eyes trained on how his massive pillar slides in and out of his omega’s tiny, delicate pussy. It’s already swollen and stretched obscenely from Ryder’s girth and he wants to break it so badly - turn it into a ruined fuckhole just for him. He wants to fuck it until it can’t even close up, until it’s nothing but a sloppy cocksleeve dripping with his cum from every crevice. It’s like a drug injected into his blood and he roars as he speeds up even more, the bed frame creaking as he pulls at the restraints.

The cuffs rip.

*

Oh god, I’ve turned him feral, Loki thinks as his pussy is pounded relentlessly. Once free of the restraints, Ryder had immediately grabbed him by the hips and now has a bruising grip on his ass as he forces Loki down to meet each thrust.

Loki braces his arms against Ryder’s chest for dear life as he’s bounced up and down on that massive cock, his enigma almost frantic in his desperation to sink his cock as deep as he can inside his cunt. 

“Nngh…haaah…slow down…wuuu…” 

His enigma doesn’t seem to hear him and continues to fuck mercilessly into him, his cock so far inside Loki he feels like his guts are being rearranged. His legs feel like jelly, not that he could use them as leverage with the iron grip the enigma has on his ass. Loki feels his brain scramble under the sheer power behind each thrust into his tender pussy, his ass red from how hard it’s smacking against the enigma’s thighs. Every thrust carves him further and further open, delicious friction against his walls.

He’d miscalculated Ryder’s strength and now he’s paying for it, body helpless and pinned on his Daddy’s cock. With nowhere to go, he falls forward, pleading and kissing desperately at the enigma’s face in submission as his lower half is pummeled, panting and moaning into Ryder’s mouth as ecstasy races through his veins. 

He has sex with his alphas so often that he can usually still function through the soreness and achiness the next day until he’s fucked again, but he doesn’t think he’ll be able to walk tomorrow after taking his enigma’s ungodly sized cock so roughly. 

Time loses meaning. His pussy feels wide and gaping each time Ryder pulls out, the muscles having given up long ago trying to resist the onslaught and fully submitted to being just a hole for Ryder’s use. Even his cervix had given up halfway through, putting up barely any resistance against Ryder’s cock each time it fucks past it like a second well-used pussy. Each squirt of Loki’s pussy around his cock just makes the slide wetter and easier, but no less brutal. Loki doesn’t know how many orgasms he has, but he suffers through two more of Ryder’s before the enigma’s hips finally still.

The omega doesn’t even have the energy to lift himself off the enigma’s cock and just lays there, panting against the enigma’s similarly heaving chest. They’re both drenched in sweat and their lower bodies and the sheets beneath them are soaked in Loki’s cum. Ryder’s cum is smeared all over Loki’s thighs and Ryder’s crotch where it leaked out and congealed between them. The sheer amount of it is crazy if only because it’s only a fraction of what must be sloshing around inside his bloated cum-filled womb. 

The enigma’s arms come up and embrace him, pulling him against the enigma’s chest so Ryder can tuck him under his chin.

They just breathe together as they catch their breaths, Loki feeling pleasantly tingly in his exhaustion. His pussy is another story, aching faintly and throbbing and still leaking excess cum, but it’s fine. 

“Thank you baby,” his enigma rumbles below him. “I feel very relaxed now.” 

Loki makes a herculean effort to lift his head and look at his Daddy’s face. The handsome face is flushed and damp with sweat but his expression is relaxed and his gray-gold eyes are warm and content. He huffs and lays his head back down. “You’re welcome.” 

It’s a soft, tender moment and Loki is on the brink of falling asleep just like that on his mate’s chest when he feels the telltale sign of his Daddy’s cock stiffening back up from where it’s still sheathed inside him. 

Loki feels suddenly wide awake even as his limbs feel like they can barely move. “W-Wait—“

“Mm, I’d rather not,” Ryder says as he slides out and rolls them over so he now looms over the wide-eyed omega. Loki whimpers as his legs are pressed back so Ryder can press the head of his cock against his well-fucked entrance, still leaking cum and soaked in fluid. “You had your fun being on top, it’s my turn now, no?”

Loki uses his shaking arms to push weakly at his enigma’s firm abs but they both know he doesn’t have the strength to push him away. Ryder raises an eyebrow. Loki swallows. “I-I’m already so full and I’m still leaking—“

“You know I love fucking some sloppy seconds,” Ryder laughs at the pitiful excuse, rutting his cock between the creamy folds but not entering him. “Your filled, gaping cunt is my favorite.” Loki curses, knowing it was true. His Daddy always liked fucking him after all his other alphas had taken their turn, when Loki was at his messiest.

“Don’t worry, you’ll make a pretty present for Aidan after we’re done,” Ryder continues. “He’ll lick you all nice and clean.” Loki groans and throws his head back against the pillow as Ryder easily slides back inside his defenseless pussy. He jolts again when Ryder easily breaches his fucked open cervix and pushes into his womb. Embarrassingly and whorishly, his pussy squirts around Ryder’s cock just from being penetrated alone. Loki curses his wanton body but Ryder just chuckles, leans down until his arms are caging the omega in on either side, and licks a dirty stripe up the omega’s throat to his chin. “I’ve fucked you so loose, it should be easy.”

Loki shudders at the thought of his other alpha coming in and immediately shoving his tongue inside his sloppy hole. With the amount of slick and squirt and cum inside him, his alpha could spend hours just licking between his legs like a hungry beast. 

And then he has no more room in his brain for any thoughts. 

“Nnngh…ah…” Loki lays limply against his pillow as his pussy is brutally used again, the schlick schlick schlick sounds of his Daddy’s cock drilling into his creamy, wet pussy quickly turning into fwop fwop fwop sounds as he speeds up. Exhausted and helpless, he only whimpers when Ryder leans down to suck at his tits, his hips still slapping against Loki’s. “No…D-Daddy…I can’t…”

“You can,” Ryder says as he separates from a glistening pink nipple, groaning as he fucks his cock in and out of that gloriously soft wet hole at a punishing pace, the suckling ring of his omega’s cervix feeling heavenly around his cockhead. The tender flesh gives way so easily, silky and slick around his cock, his omega irresistibly helpless beneath him as he bullies his way inside and uses him. “Your little fuckhole is taking me so well still. The prettiest, creamiest cunt.”

Loki can’t even deny it because although his brain feels like he’ll shatter on the next thrust, his hole continues to swallow the girthy pillar to the hilt each time it penetrates all the way inside his unresisting womb.

Loki sobs as he’s dicked deeper and deeper into the mattress, his hands gripping uselessly around the enigma’s biceps. A particularly hard thrust has him squirting again, the watery cum barely leaking out of him before he’s breached and filled again. 

“Haah…nnnh…aaahh…” They moan together as Ryder slams inside him and cums in his womb, the omega’s belly distending further then flattening slightly as his already full womb overflows and leaks cum past his fucked open cervix to messily trickle out from around the enigma’s cock. 

“That’s it, baby boy, just like that, take it all in,” Ryder groans as he pumps the omega even more full. “So good for Daddy.” Loki only moans weakly at the praise. 

When Ryder finally slides out, it’s accompanied by a gush of their combined spend and he lifts the omega’s hips up to better admire the ruined little flower still dripping with evidence of their lovemaking. Mischievously, he presses down on the omega’s bloated stomach and the pressure forces even more cum to spill from his open hole to the omega’s whines of protest.

He gently sets the omega back down and leans down to kiss him, Loki mewling quietly into his mouth as he tangles their tongues together. When they finally separate, a string of saliva connects them until it snaps. 

“Rest now, baby. I’ll be back after I finish some more work.” When Loki makes a small noise of indignation, Ryder smiles and smooths back Loki’s hair to soothe him. “I’ll take it easy. No more falling asleep in the office.” 

He drops one last kiss on his forehead before he redresses and leaves and Loki sighs, making a weak effort to tug some blankets over his naked body when the door opens again and Aidan walks in.

"Hey sweetheart, Ryder told me–" The alpha’s eyes immediately zero onto his prize and Loki only has time to whimper before large hands pry his thighs apart once more and a thick tongue starts slurping away between his puffy labia and digging inside his ruined hole in search of more cum.

He has a limp for two days after and he resolves to never test his enigma’s dominance again. 

Chapter Text

“It’s been an hour, baby,” Ryder called. The omega blearily opened his eyes from where he was floating lazily in the pool, nestled inside his inflatable floatie, and saw the sunscreen tube in his Daddy’s hand. “You need to reapply.”

The water below him was so soothing, the sun overhead so warm, and his whole body felt heated and lazy. The omega whined childishly, “But I don’t wanna move.”

Two dainty feet swished in the water as the omega came up with a bright idea.

“Daddy, could you come here and help me apply it?”

“I’m asking you to come out and apply it over here,” said Ryder. “If I come over there, you’ll have to pay the consequences for disobeying me. Are you sure?”

The omega who had already closed his eyes and relaxed back into his floatie didn’t notice the dark gleam of his Daddy’s eyes nor the way his other alphas, sprawled around the pool, grinned as Ryder gave them a loaded look. He was so comfortable and his Daddy was willing to help even if he disobeyed, so why not? He could pout and beg his way out of punishment later. “Mmkay.” 

The poor thing didn’t know what a vision he was. Expanses of his smooth pale skin bared to the eyes from under his thin string bikini, glistening slightly from sweat as he sunbathed. His long, slender legs were parted and slightly raised where they were thrown over the puffy sides of his floatie as he lounged, so they could see the way the damp fabric of his bikini clung to the shape of his nether lips. His tits, small and perky, rose and fell as he breathed, the scraps that made up his bikini top unable to cover the doughy sides and bottoms of his breasts that peeked out from the fabric.

Truly a goddess who’d come down from above to tempt them to sin. What man could withstand this? They’d already been hungrily devouring him all day with their eyes as he relaxed in the pool but now it was finally time to feast.

The unsuspecting omega heard the slight watery sounds of someone slipping into the pool and approaching but only thought it was his Daddy, here to innocently rub sunscreen lotion into his supple body with no other dirty intentions. The naïveté would be alarming if they didn’t know their omega just trusted them so much. He probably thought they’d wait to fuck him once they went inside, not knowing his alphas had just been waiting to pounce at the first opportunity.

Something gripped at his floatie, stopping it from lazily spinning and anchoring it in place. He heard the sound of a cap opening and the squirting sounds of lotion.

His Daddy’s low, syrupy voice came from behind him and when Loki tilted his head back, he could lay it on his Daddy’s broad shoulder. “Applying it while you’re sitting in this floatie is a bit difficult for one person so I’ve called some help in.”

“Hmm? Oh!”

The omega’s eyes flew open as multiple hands descended on him at once. 

Yes, it was sunscreen and those hands were massaging the lotion across his hips and thighs and his pale belly but–

The omega gasped, arching, as a pair of those hands snuck past his bikini to rub sunscreen into his breasts, paying acute attention to his nipples and squeezing the pillowy flesh in two hot, lotioned palms. Loki mewled at the culprit, Luka, who cooed at him and licked his lips. When met with that hungry look, Loki could feel his nipples tighten and harden in Pavlovian response. 

A pair of hands hiked his legs further up and out of the way, the broad palms massaging and smearing the lotion into his soft inner thighs, keeping him spread wide so that another pair of hands could slip beneath the small triangle of fabric covering him to massage his cunt. 

“I-I don’t think I n-need sunscreen there?” Loki whimpered as he felt rough palms cup his folds under his bikini. Sunscreen was rubbed into his mound and cunt lips with sneaky fingers occasionally running along his folds. 

“I gave you the option to come out and apply it yourself,” his Daddy said lightly into his ear from where he was standing behind him, holding the floatie steady as he was molested on all fronts by his other alphas. “You wanted us to come apply it for you.” His Daddy’s hand came to grip at his chin, tilting it back so he was forced to look his Daddy in the eye. “Don’t tell me you’re regretting it now, hm?” 

The omega trembled. “I-I…”

“Show us his tits and pussy already,” Damien grumbled from where he was spreading Loki’s legs open and sucking a red mark into his thigh. The omega squealed as Luka ripped his bikini top in half, exposing his pretty tits, while Aidan tugged at the string holding his bikini bottom together so that it fell apart, exposing his wet pussy to their hungry eyes

The sight of his nude body–sweet, pink nipples and glistening, wet cunt all on display– was too much for his horny alphas to bear and they all descended at once.

“Hold on to me, darling,” his Daddy whispered in one ear and Loki reached up with a cry and wrapped his arms around his Daddy’s neck as his lower body writhed from all the tongues attacking all his most sensitive areas. 

Aidan had taken over from Damien and was holding his legs apart as he ravenously attacked Loki’s pussy, driving his tongue deep into the spasming entrance and licking wildly along the sloppy folds as the pussy gushed invitingly with slick.

Luka and Damien were each attached to a breast, pulling at the doughy flesh with their hands while each sucked at a pink nipple.

Loki tugged his Daddy’s head down into a searing kiss to muffle the moans and cries that escaped him, tangling their tongues together in a wet kiss. His Daddy indulged him but quickly released him with a murmured “No cheating baby, let them hear you.”

Loki whined, closing his eyes as gasps and moans bubbled up his throat. His Daddy chuckled and sucked at a flushed earlobe.

“How does it feel, baby?”

“So…good, fuck…haah,” his hips humped wildly onto Aidan’s tongue, trying to drive it deeper. Aidan moaned as Loki tried to suffocate him with his pussy and dove in with enthusiasm, shaking his head like a dog as he slurped enthusiastically from the wet pussy. 

“Look at them, baby,” his Daddy said right in his ear, his smooth, syrupy voice husky and magnetic with arousal. “Look how much they lust for you.”

Loki opened his eyes and whimpered at the sight. His alphas looked feral, eyes dark and mouths drooling all over his skin. His breasts were being tugged this way and that as his alphas massaged his tits and nipped at his nipples. His pussy was drenched and glistening pink, looking soft and defenseless against the beast waging war against it with his tongue and lips. Loki moaned and moaned, biting his lips at the heated wet muscles slithering all across his body. 

Damien reached a hand over and began rubbing at Loki’s clit, sending him screaming and arching into a squirting orgasm that rained droplets into the pool creating little ripples. 

“Ahh!” Damien smacked his pussy wetly again and again, sending up additional sprays until his pussy could give no more, before helpfully spreading open his clitoral hood so Aidan could lean in and suck noisily at his clit. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, ahhhh!” A torrent of cum flowed out from his pussy Iike a waterfall, soaking Aidan’s mouth. Aidan moaned in pleasure. 

“You’re such a vision, darling,” his Daddy praised. “Look how wet and gushy your pussy is. Cumming so beautifully whenever we play with your little clit.” He bit at Loki’s reddened ear and licked along the shell of it. “And your gorgeous tits, your pretty pink nipples, look at your alphas sucking on them so sweetly. You can’t blame them, baby, they were spilling out of your bikini, your alphas were all staring.”

Loki cried and gasped, shaking his head, but all his alphas could see how his pussy spat slick and clenched at the enigma’s words. 

“Tempting us all with your tits and pussy just barely wrapped up in your bikini. How could we apply sunscreen to this slut body of yours without tasting it, hmm? Seductive minx, how many orgasms do you think we should force out of you before we’re satisfied?” 

Almost as if they were hypnotized by the enigma’s words, his alphas all moved in sync. Aidan grazed his clit with his teeth and shoved two fingers into the sopping cunt to rapidly fingerfuck the omega while his two other alphas bit down on his now red, swollen nipples. The multi-pronged assault sent their omega into his third orgasm, his whole body twitching in sensitivity as he came down from his high only to be pushed to the peak again as his alphas showed no signs of stopping. 

“I think he’s wet and open enough,” his Daddy mused after Loki had been pushed to the brink more times than he could count and his voice was cracked and wretched from begging. Tear tracks ran down his face and he had drooled so much, it was dripping down his chin and neck. His Daddy fondly swiped a thumb through it and rubbed against his plush bottom lip. “Let’s push him to the side and we can each mount him.” 

His aching tits and sore pussy were only given a break during the short time it took for them to push his floatie to the shallowest side of the pool against the edge, the water ending just above the alphas’ knees. 

The omega shivered as Aidan loomed over him, the first to take his place between his legs. At Aidan’s hungry expression, Loki meekly submitted, holding his own parted legs open for alpha, and presented his abused, wet cunt for the taking. 

The sight of his submission drove Aidan wild and he wasted no time mounting the omega, pushing his cock deep into his soft insides and thrusting in roughly, sending slick and cum spraying from the smack of skin on skin. 

The floatie continuously bumped against the edge with each thrust but could go no further, making sure Loki, still nestled inside it, had nowhere to go, only able to hold onto his legs and beg for mercy as his alpha carved his pussy open with his cock. 

“Haah…Aidan…shit…so good,” the omega babbled, head thrown back to show the gorgeous line of his throat and red lips panting for air. 

“Fucking best pussy ever,” Aidan grunted, his shoulders shining with sweat as he thrusted. “So wet and tight for alpha.” His pussy was so wet, each thrust made soppy squelchy noises as the heated cock plowed into his depths. “Fuck, just listen to how wet you are.” 

“C-Cum in me, make me even wetter, please alpha, give it to me–aah!”

With a deep groan, Aidan came, filling him with thick cum and sending Loki into another squirting orgasm so that when he finally pulled out, both alpha and omega cum mixed together and dripped from his cunt. Strands of slick and cum clung to Aidan’s cock as he pulled out of the clenching pussy, as if unwilling to let him go. His other alphas groaned at the sight, fisting their cocks as they waited their turn.

Loki was barely given a break before Damien was sliding into place and fucking in smoothly, groaning at the slick wetness of the slide from the copious amounts of slick and cum. He immediately set a punishing pace and Loki shivered and wailed as the curve of Damien’s cock perfectly slid against his g-spot with each powerful thrust as if it was custom made to torture him. 

Damien used his arms to push the bottom of the floatie into the water so each time he thrusted, a wave of water splashed up against Loki’s cunt. It was barely any water pressure, but Loki’s clit was like a live wire and each wave sent stars sparking behind his eyes as they rolled back in his head. 

“Slut,” Damien growled. “Can’t even handle some water on your little clit?” He pulled out and thwacked his dick twice on the pretty clit in question and then went right back to thrusting.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit….alpha!” Loki wailed as his orgasm rolled through him, and Damien snarled as the pussy clamped down hard, shoving his cock deep into his pussy and filling him again. Once he pulled out, he pressed a lingering kiss to Loki’s parted mouth before releasing him to his next alpha.

Legs feeling like jelly but knowing he was only half done, Loki still subconsciously closed his legs at the sight of that pierced cock and the wicked pubic piercing custom made to abuse his clit. 

Seeing the trepidation in his eyes and knowing exactly why, Luka laughed meanly. “How about you touch your own clit while I fuck you so this baby–“, he flicked the bead of his piercing, “–isn’t the one doing it for you, hm?” Loki could only swallow and nod timidly. Still, when he wasn’t fast enough reopening his legs, Luka impatiently opened them for him, gripping at the back of his knees to pry him apart and keep him there.

For all his impatience, Luka took his time sheathing his cock into the omega as he usually did so that Loki could feel every metal barbell dragging against his walls as he pushed in, the final piercing pulling deliciously at his stretched rim, and the pubic bead ring…

Luka raised an eyebrow and looked meaningfully at where the ball of his captive bead ring had stopped centimeters from his trembling clit and Loki whimpered at the unspoken ultimatum, bringing his fingers to his clit to gently shield it. As light as he tried to make his touch, the touch still had him jolting in sensitivity. 

Still, once Luka started thrusting in earnest, it was all for naught. The bead was blocked by his fingers but it still pushed against them with every thrust, forcing them to brush his clit each time, and sending Loki into squealing fits. 

“Whoops, sorry, not my fault though, is it?” Luka laughed insincerely as he intentionally ground his cock into the omega’s wet cunt and used the bead to push against the omega’s shaking hand to make Loki squeal even louder. He laughed even harder when he saw Loki had cum again from the abuse. “Our kitten’s pretty clit is such a reliable squirt button, hm?” 

When Luka finally came inside him, Loki was crying softly, fresh tears leaking out of his eyes to join the dried ones from earlier. 

And still the worst was yet to come. 

His Daddy’s dick was almost purple with how long he’d been waiting patiently, the massive pillar making Loki gulp. But the sight of it also sent his salivary glands into overdrive on pure instinct. 

His Daddy smirked and kneeled at the edge of the pool, wiping at the corners of Loki’s eyes with gentle thumbs. “Why don’t you suck me off a bit first, take the edge off.” 

So Loki, with his head tilted back, took his Daddy’s cock into his mouth, mouthing at the bulbous head as his little hands worked the shaft and then switching places, so that his fingers squeezed at the head while he licked up and down that massive shaft. 

Neglected for so long, it wasn’t long before Ryder’s climax approached. Taking his cock back before he could cum and gripping himself tightly around the base to forcefully halt the orgasm, Ryder quickly stepped into the water.

His omega stared at him with wide, teary eyes but obediently parted his legs. His pussy was swollen and ruined, covered in cum and leaking more of it as he watched. A low whistle came from the peanut gallery and Loki flushed, shooting his other three grinning alphas a glare. 

“Good job, you all,” Ryder rumbled proudly, staring at that ruined flower that was about to be ruined even further. “What a pretty pussy.” He gently rubbed at the folds before lowering his head to kiss it. He heard his omega suck in a breath at the soft touch against his sensitive flesh. 

Ryder slid four fingers inside his omega to test the stretch. They slid in easily, the omega wet and open from three previous cocks. It would be just enough for his cock to push inside.

“Feel free to pass out,” he told Loki, before he pushed inside, keeping a tight grip on the base of his cock as he fed the massive pillar into the small opening. The silky walls gripped at his cock as he slid in. Cum bubbled up and leaked around his cock from the swollen rim, forced out to make room for him. It smeared wetly against Ryder’s groin and Loki’s inner thighs. 

Loki made a punched out noise when Ryder’s cock head finally met his cervix, knocking once, twice, thrice, on that battered ring before it meekly opened for him and he was finally seated inside Loki’s womb. 

“So…deep…Daddy, ohhh!” 

“Gonna ruin your pussy even more, baby. Get you all loose and gaping,” his Daddy growled as his hips snapped roughly against the omega’s ass. The omega’s eyes were rolled back in his skull, drool dribbling from his mouth, as he was wrecked from below. Where they met was a frothy mess of cum and slick, sticky strings of cum connecting their groins that stretched and retracted as he plowed in and out. Ryder watched with greedy eyes where the skin above Loki’s mound bulged with each thrust, showing the shape of him as he moved in and out of the omega’s trembling body. 

“Nnggh…haaah…can’t…wanna cum…Daddy, please…”

“Daddy is close too,” Ryder told him. He could feel his balls tightening, his edged orgasm climbing back up. “Cum for me, baby boy.”

And as if on command, his darling boy did as he was told and came, pussy convulsing around his cock as it leaked squirt juice pathetically around the huge cock plugging its entrance. Ryder gritted his teeth at the clench and let loose, unleashing torrents of cum from his heavy balls straight into the omega’s waiting womb. His other alphas came shortly after, crowding around him to shoot thick ropes of cum over his lips, throat, and chest. 

“Fuckkkkkkkk,” the omega moaned as Ryder slid out. A waterfall of mixed fluids gushed out of his gaping pussy as the cock pulled out. He licked his lips, tasting a mixture of Damien and Aidan. Probably the cum all over his chest was from Luka. His vision flickered, his whole body sore and aching pleasantly between his legs where he could still feel fluids leaking out from him. “Gonna…pass out,” Loki gasped. 

He heard a fond chuckle. “Such a good boy for us,” his Daddy murmured proudly and that was the last thing he heard before he drifted off.

*

“Ta-da!” His four mates look up when their omega slides into the living room, blinking at the sight of Loki in a standard issue one piece swimsuit. Loki runs his hand down his body. “Isn’t it great? It covers everything and you can’t see, um, any tempting parts. It’s perfect for future pool days!”

His smile is smug and if he had a cat’s tail, it would be stick-straight and flicking with happiness. Ryder can only laugh and shake his head. 

“Brilliant move,” Luka drawls and Aidan slow claps for him, only heightening the omega’s ego who thinks he’s outsmarted them. 

He’s smug all the way up until Damien leaves the room and returns with a pair of scissors. And then they wrestle him to the floor and cut gaping holes into the fabric, exposing his naked pussy and tits and then fuck him through those holes right on their living room floor. 

They make him wear it the next time. Loki has barely any time to sunbathe before his alphas lose control, drag him out of his floatie, and fuck him in his tattered swimsuit right beside the pool. By the end of their pool day, the swimsuit is unwearable. 

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Loki had a playroom in the house. It was only his in the sense that it was for him; in reality it was 90% designed and furnished by his alphas. 

It was decorated like a little girl’s room, pink and lacy and delicate. The bed was huge, canopied and draped in gauzy fabric, and stuffed with multitudes of plush pink pillows. A wide full length mirror stood in the corner with gilded ornate edges. Huge, soft rugs were laid across the floor and fairy lights hung along the wall. 

But some things stood out in stark contrast. 

The bed was surrounded with tripods and cameras at different angles and different heights, their attached wires and cables hidden neatly beneath the rugs. A boom mike hung from the ceiling pointing downwards. A bright studio light above the bed was angled so that it didn’t shine directly down but illuminated the bed in bright, white light. This was their home video set up.

Not just the bed, cameras were everywhere - installed in the ceiling corners, on top of the dresser, placed in spots along the floor. These were the visible ones. Invisible ones were hidden and embedded in the mirror and in the walls, along with mics. 

Behind the pillows and attached to the headboard were retractable ropes attached to soft fabric cuffs. The sheets were soft but a slightly strange texture. Waterproof. 

Ryder’s anniversary gift to them sat in another corner. The modified gyno chair was covered in white leather, the leg stirrups also padded and perfectly set to the width of their omega’s spread legs. A set of Velcro straps sat at the top, perfect for restraining an omega’s wrists above their head, and a waterproof mat was set right in front of it on the floor. 

Damien’s toy collection also lived in this room inside the dresser drawers. Plugs of silicone and foam, various sized dildoes, four of which were custom molds of the alphas, and vibrators of all shapes and sizes. There were fat bullet vibrators, vibrating dildos, hitachi wands, and thin clit vibrators. These were tried and tested with any toys that didn’t bring their omega to the brink of insanity being immediately thrown out. 

Another drawer held Loki’s jewelry. Delicate body chains to wrap around a lithe body, ropes of pearls perfect for sliding inside a soaked pussy or for wrapping around a cock to slide inside a soaked pussy, and pretty jeweled collars with soft leather leashes. One velvet case held different barbells for Luka to switch out as he wished. 

Inside the closet lived Loki’s lingerie overflow. Stringy, lacy, meshy scraps of fabric. Bodysuits and corsets and little thongs and micropanties. His ripped one piece swimsuit hung in a place of honor. Other clothes lived here as well. Little sailor uniforms with short skirts, little jean shorts with zipper openings at the seams, little gym shorts and leotards with holes cut in the crotches, stockings and fishnets both new and used, pristine and ripped. 

Coming inside here was a one way street to a sore, exhausted pussy and a blissed out, fucked up omega.

So it was here that Aidan and Damien dragged their omega to on an afternoon where they’re particularly randy and their omega had been rather bratty all day.

Lok had been acting out all morning, refusing to get up and ignoring Luka’s wake-up calls. He hissed when his Daddy bodily lifted him from the bed and sat him at the dining table to eat breakfast before he left for work, angrily pouting as he was ordered to finish. He’d moodily sat on the couch, listlessly watching the TV, and ignoring Damien’s calls to eat lunch until he threw a hissy fit when Aidan turned it off. 

“Alright, that’s it,” Aidan said, normally cheerful eyes flashing dangerously. He hauled the struggling omega over a shoulder and spanked his ass, making him yelp. “If you don’t want to eat, then alphas will eat.” 

He strode into the playroom, Damien on his heels, and threw the omega into the bed. 

Once inside the playroom, Loki turned pliant, lifting his arms obediently when Damien made to slip his nightgown over his head. 

Damien then reached for the straps, wrapping one set of cuffs around Loki’s wrists to tie them above his head, and another set around each ankle. The retractable rope would spread Loki’s thighs as wide as he could go without enough force to pull anything. The alpha tested the give, making sure it wasn’t too tight, and sat down behind him. Loki saw Aidan flick the switch to turn on the cameras to begin recording. 

“Everyone knows what a brat you’re being today,” Aidan said, shucking his shorts so that he was naked, before climbing onto the bed. “So we’ll upload this to the group chat to let them know we dealt with your attitude.” 

Loki swallowed but nodded. He had been so irrationally annoyed this morning, something itching and gnawing under his skin, but now it was disappearing, leaving him meek and guilty for his earlier behavior. “Sorry…I don’t know why I–”

“Omega’s been bad all day trying to get punished, hm?” Damien murmured in his ear, his palms coming up to massage at Loki’s tits, index fingers sliding over his hardening nipples. Loki moaned, his hips squirming. 

Their sex life might have gotten a bit too vanilla these past few days. Loki’s bratty behavior was likely the omega subconsciously wanting to be punished and bullied beyond his limits, craving their rough treatment of his pussy. His alphas would rectify that for him today. And film themselves doing it. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Aidan said. “Your alphas will fix you right up.” He ran a finger down the soft petals of Loki’s pretty pussy, spreading the wetness there. 

“Mmmnhh,” Loki mewled as his pussy was touched. His legs were spread so wide, his entrance was slightly pulled open and he shivered at the emptiness. His hands clenched uselessly from the straps as he lifted his hips to try and entice the finger to go inside. Or better yet... “C-Can you eat my pussy, alpha?”

“Mm?” Aidan asked as he ignored the tantalizing squirming, only stroking the wet slit with a soft fingertip. “You think you deserve to have your pussy eaten? This is a punishment, baby.” 

The omega whined. “B-But–”

Aidan smacked his reddening ass again and Damien pinched a nipple, making him cry out. 

“Alpha will eat your pussy when alpha feels like it,” Aidan said coldly. “Not when you want. After all, you’ve been ignoring your alphas’ requests all day.”

Loki pouted, unable to defend himself. 

The alphas knew that they played some responsibility in Loki’s acting out this morning– they’d each been busy the last few days, only perfunctorily bringing their omega to completion each night and not engaging in the marathon multi-round sexual escapades that they’d trained their omega to crave. Not to mention Aidan’s own addiction that he wasn’t eager to suffer withdrawal from.

Aidan only stroked him a few more times before he relented, softening his voice. “C’mere, sweetheart.” 

The omega squealed delightedly as his alpha bent between his legs and applied his tongue, massaging over the wet folds and dipping into his hole. The omega used his hips to hump eagerly against Aidan’s tongue and whined when his alpha pushed them down which turned into squeals when Aidan only ate him out more aggressively. 

“Feels good having your alpha eat you out?” Damien murmured as he bit and licked at Loki’s neck and ear. “You just love having a tongue swirling around inside your little pussy, licking up all your slick?”

The omega moaned, turning his head to mouth at Damien’s clothed thigh. “Off?” he pleaded, turning pitiful eyes on his other alpha. “I wanna suck you off.”

Damien smirked but did as told, stripping until he was naked and then sliding back into position with Loki’s head in his lap. His cock was smooth and pale like the rest of him with a beautifully pink head and a wicked curve that could perfectly rub against his g-spot. It was so pretty it was Loki’s favorite cock to look at and he stared at it dopily until Damien smacked it against his cheek to bring him back. 

Still, when Loki tried to lift his head to take it in his mouth, Damien wouldn’t let him, instead guiding the omega to mouth and suck at his sack. “If you do a good job, I’ll let you have my cock. This is a punishment, after all.”

Loki mewled and sucked gently on one nutsack obediently, trying his best to be good. He nuzzled at the base of Damien’s cock, inhaling the scent of musk and arousal. 

Between the skilled ministrations of one alpha’s tongue in his pussy and smelling and tasting the musk of another, not to mention the hands petting along his tits and torso, Loki reached his first orgasm soon enough, squirting into Aidan’s mouth and drenching his chin. 

“Cumming before us?” Aidan laughed. “This is shaping up to be a terrible punishment.”

“He came without us touching his clit,” Damien countered. He brushed lightly at Loki’s hair. “Maybe you deserve to suck my cock after all.”

The omega moaned and Damien smirked, gripping his cock in one hand to line it up with Loki’s mouth. “Open up, princess.”

Damien fed his cock inch by inch into the omega’s red mouth, groaning as he was enveloped in wet, tight heat. 

“Fuck, he squirted a little,” Aidan said as he lapped at the spurt of cum that dribbled out. “Just from getting a cock in your mouth. Slut.” He smacked Loki’s ass again, smirking at the elicited muffled yelp from around Damien’s cock.

Soon, the air was filled with the wet sounds of licking and sucking - Aidan steadily working his tongue in and around Loki’s pussy and Loki slurping at Damien’s cock - accompanied by Damien’s hitched breathing as he was pushed to the edge.

“Make sure to swallow,” Damien said huskily as he felt his balls tighten. Loki’s eyes widened and he hummed around his cock, hollowing his cheeks and sucking even harder until Damien’s eyes fluttered closed as he came with a groan, the omega’s throat working around him as Loki swallowed his release. 

“Haah…” the omega released him with a groan, his open mouth milky with cum. He’d tried to swallow it all but some still lingered at the corners of his lips. Damien caught the wayward bits with his fingers and fed it back into the omega’s mouth. Loki stared up at him with dilated, glassy blue eyes that closed in ecstasy when he came shivering into Aidan’s mouth at a particularly hard suck to his clit. Once he’d drunk his fill, Aidan lifted up to his knees and the omega lit up. “C-Cock now?” he asked adorably.

“No, sweetheart,” Aidan chided as he switched places with Damien. “Both of us need to cum first before you get cock.” He shared a look with Damien above Loki’s head.

Loki pouted but he eagerly received his alpha who sat with the omega between his spread legs, laying his head against Aidan’s thigh to mouth hungrily at his sack and the base of his fat cock. So eager, in fact, he didn’t notice Damien leaving the bed and returning. 

“Wh- ah!” Loki choked and pulled off Aidan’s cock when something long and hard was suddenly inserted inside him and started buzzing. “Haaaaah…wha…nnnnghh….” His thighs quivered as Damien drove the vibrating dildo in and out between his pussy lips and his knees tried to close before they were retracted back by the restraints to keep him spread open. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as his eyes rolled back in his head. Liquid spurted out from his cunt, drenching the dildo and dribbling down to the bedsheets. 

Aidan blindly tilted Loki’s head back toward his cock, his eyes fixed on the monitor in front of the bed, linked to the camera directly pointing at the front of the bed, where Loki’s gorgeous filled pussy was on display in 4K, the pink petals brutally stretched open by a large white dildo as liquid gushed out each time it was fucked in and out. Loki mouthed frantically at his cock head without any finesse at all but Aidan could feel his orgasm slowly bubbling up just from watching the omega being wrecked through the screen and listening to his cries in real time. 

“Mnngh…haah…A-Aidan…m-make him s-stop…ahh–” Aidan cooed at his omega, brushing back his sweaty hair as his omega whimpered.

“No, sweetheart, you can take it. Remember, I need to cum too before you get any cock.” 

Tears streamed down the omega’s face and he hiccupped as he returned to mouthing at Aidan’s cock. He licked at it like a little kitten drinking milk, the touches soft and meek against his skin in between open mouthed puffs of air hitting his shaft as Loki gasped and moaned.

Damien, with all his experience wrecking Loki through toys, knew exactly how deep and at what angle to press the vibrator inside the creamy pink folds of their omega’s pussy. He knew exactly how long the omega could take the vibrator pressed against his cervix before he started to adjust and how long the omega could take with it pressed against his clit until he was cumming all over himself. He used this knowledge ruthlessly, shoving it deep inside Loki and holding it there before switching to fucking it ruthlessly in and out of the clenching hole to elicit the most amount of moans before pressing the vibe straight against the omega’s clit, now red and swollen from stimulation, until the omega was stuck in a long-drawn orgasm, his pussy gushing and drooling with watery cum and clear, thick slick that dripped down between his thighs and landed in a wet, sticky puddle 

“Look at that,” Damien slid the vibrator out and showed Aidan the glossy, slick body of it. Drenched in slick and cum, it glistened under the studio lights hitting the bed. A thick strand of it dripped sluggishly from the tip of the cock where it had been buried deep inside the omega. “Taste?” 

Aidan moved to take it, lifted the omega’s chin with one finger to make sure those blue eyes were on him, and then took the toy in his mouth, suckling and swirling his tongue around the silicone mushroom head to lick up all the cum and slick from it. 

Loki bit his lip and moaned at how ravenously Aidan was sucking the toy cock, all because it tasted like Loki. In the meantime, Damien shoved three fingers inside Loki and began to fingerfuck him at a rapid face, each thrust making sloshy wet sounds as his fingers churned the fluids collected inside. Damien tilted his hand and leaned forward, bracing against the bed so he could fuck his fingers even deeper and faster into the clenching sleeve of Loki’s cunt while making sure the heel of his palm smacked against his clit with each thrust. 

“Wh-Why…nngh…haah…” Loki sobbed as his cunt, still twitching with aftershocks from his last orgasm, was forcefully speared open again and again, and his helpless clit was battered. His pussy felt raw and swollen and yet the fire burning in his belly wasn’t at all sated even when he came crying on those pistoning fingers. “P-Please–”

Aidan was unmoved as he slipped the dildo from his mouth and tossed it aside. “Make me cum, sweetheart, and we’ll give you all the cock you want.”

“B-But I–”

“This is a punishment, sweetheart. You don’t get to call the shots here. At least we’re letting you cum whenever you want, hm?” 

Hiccupping, the omega tried to pull his brain together and allowed Aidan to feed his cock back inside his mouth. He suckled kitten-like at the head, then took it as deep as he could, choking a little and gurgling wetly around the cock as his pussy was played with. Damien dragged a mic closer so it would capture the wet, slick sounds of tender cunt flesh. The sounds only got wetter and dirtier each time the omega helplessly squirted from the stimulation of his sensitive clit, the sheets under him fully soaked from sweat and juice.

“Mm…fuck…here it comes, sweetheart,” Aidan panted as he fucked his hips slightly into the omega’s mouth. Loki hummed and then looked up at Aidan from between lowered lashes. The stunning blue combined with the sight of his lovely mouth stretched wide around his cock had Aidan gripping his omega by the hair and unloading into his waiting mouth.

Loki hadn’t even finished swallowing before he almost choked at Damien sheathing his dick inside him, the throbbing length filling him up so deliciously his toes scrunched. 

“A-Alpha…” he whined as Damien began to move, his slim waist gripped tightly between his alpha’s broad hands. The alpha panted at the hot grip of the omega’s cunt on his cock as he pushed it in and out of the clenching hole. The omega’s entrance was a greedy mouth that mournfully, reluctantly released him on each slide out and delightedly, warmly invited him in on each slide in.

“Such a good cunt,” Damien breathed as his hips smacked wetly against the omega’s bottom. “Sucking alpha in so tightly, I can barely move, princess.” It was a lie; no matter how tightly his omega’s pussy might grip, it was no match for his alphas’ strength. Damien easily thrusted his cock in and out of the omega’s hungry hole, the restraints keeping his legs spread and helpless to keep a determined alpha from plundering his hot, silky depths.

“Nghh…haah…D-Dami…nnhh…” His thighs quivered from where they were held apart by the restraints, his hips jerking as he came squirting on his alpha’s cock, leaking from his fluttering hole and only easing the slide of his cock deeper inside him. Damien groaned as he sank further inside the velvety, wet heat, the walls throbbing and pulsing around him with each orgasm-induced convulsion.

Aidan caressed his breasts which heaved with each thrust and thumbed at his nipples from where he sat with Loki’s head in his lap, his cock smearing wetly against the omega’s tear-stained cheek.

“Feels good, sweetheart? Your alpha is working up a sweat while he fucks your little pussy and you’re just lying here getting pleasured. Your alphas are terrible at punishment.”

The omega’s lip trembled on a gasp as he came again on Damien’s cock. “I-I…” His tongue swept out to lick his lips, still milky with alpha cum. “I w-worked…” 

“Ah, you did, didn’t you?” Aidan pinched a nipple and the omega jolted. “Sucked your alphas off with this pretty mouth.” He traced the omega’s plush pout with his thumbs. “And now you’ll suck your alphas off with your other pretty mouth.” He locked eyes with Damien and smirked before reaching down to the omega’s pretty clit. “N-No…ahhhhh!” 

Damien grunted as the pussy around him abruptly clenched, the velvety walls squeezing viciously on his cock as the omega came again, and he couldn’t help but cum as well, releasing his seed deep inside the twitching omega. When he pulled out of the omega, squirt juice dribbled from the fluttering hole followed by the drip of thick alpha cum. 

Both alphas stared, mesmerized at the gorgeous sight. Self-consciously, Loki wanted to close his legs but he was bound by the restraints and could only let them look their fill of his wrecked hole, his pussy clenching and relaxing and it splurted gobs of cum under their heated gazes. 

“S-Stop looking…” the omega whimpered. Aidan only responded by grabbing the remote operating the main camera and zooming in even further on his flushed, oozing cunt. 

“Let the pack get a good look,” Aidan murmured. “Before I eat this pussy clean.” The two of them switched places again, though this time Damien pushed him to sit up and lay against his chest. Loki’s thighs tensed and pulled at the restraints as Aidan licked into his open hole, catching cum and slick on his tongue. “Delicious.” 

Damien’s hands came up to cup at his breast and he leaned down to cover one with his mouth. Loki sobbed as a hot tongue swirled inside him and another laved at his nipple. Broad hands stroked along his thighs and down his sides as they tasted him inside and out. “Ahh…nngh…” The omega squirmed in his restraints but only succeeded in lifting his hips and arching his back, which only sent Aidan’s tongue even deeper inside him and his breast even further inside Damien’s mouth. “A-Alpha…”

“You came a lot, Dami,” Aidan remarked as he pulled Loki’s nether lips apart and crooked two fingers inside him to scoop copious amounts of cum out of the wet, pink hole. He licked up the cum he’d pulled out and then sealed his mouth around the quivering entrance and used his tongue to scoop more out. When he couldn’t reach any more with his tongue, he alternated between fingering the cum out as he suckled on the omega’s tight little clit in order to force the omega into a squirting orgasm that made his spasming little entrance spit out more and more cum and gleefully slurping at his rewards. 

Damien only hummed around Loki’s nipple before he switched to the other, his hands kneading at the soft mounds. Loki lay his head against his alpha’s broad chest, his little red mouth gasping and moaning as they worshiped him. Damien couldn’t resist and changed to rubbing at his nipples with his fingertips so he could kiss that pretty pouting mouth. 

After another squirting orgasm from Loki, Aidan finally sat up to wipe his mouth. “Cleaned you up good enough, time to fill you up again, sweetheart.” He dragged his cock up and down between the fluttering folds before lining his cock up with that little clenching mouth, shooting a quick look at the side camera viewfinder to make sure the angle was capturing it all, and slid his cock inside the delightfully defenseless opening, the tender flesh parting easily as he pushed inside.

“Nnnngh…mmhhff…” Loki arched as he was breached, his moans muffled against Damien’s lips. Wanting to hear their omega’s fucked out little noises, Damien released his lips and mouthed at his neck, licking and sucking at the delicate skin as he kneaded the omega’s breasts in his hands, occasionally pinching at the little fruits. “Ah…ah….ah…nnnhhh…”

Aidan grunted as he thrust into the soft, wet core of his omega, slapping his hips against the omega’s bottom as he gripped the omega’s plush thighs. The slide was easy, the omega loose and wet from Damien’s round and from being tongued open, but the velvety walls still gripped him lovingly and Aidan groaned at the soft, silky embrace around his cock. 

Loki tossed his head against Damien’s chest as heat built in his stomach again. His legs shook in their restraints, wanting to protect the treasure between from being bullied but were pulled too wide to do anything but let the delicate flower be impaled again and again upon his alpha’s fat cock, the dainty petals of his pussy spread obscenely wide around its girth. 

“A-Alpha…c-can’t…” Loki wailed as he came again, pussy juice leaking around his alpha’s pistoning cock. His chest heaved under his other alpha’s talented fingers that plucked and played with his nipples. 

“Are you going to be good for us, princess?” Damien breathed in his a aml ear. “This is a punishment, remember?” 

“Nnnhh.. I’ll…be g-good…please…” the omega begged. “P-Please…” 

Damien laughed. “You have to take your punishment to be good, princess.” He reached for the discarded dildo and clicked it back on before bringing it to Loki’s swollen nipples. 

“N-No…ahhhh!” Loki came again as Damien used the vibrator to stimulate his oversensitive buds, tears flowing down his cheeks. “Not there…!” 

“Not on your nipples?” Damien asked. “How about here then?” Both of the alphas smirked as Damien dragged the vibrator down the omega’s trembling body and then set it against his innocent, red clit. 

“Fuck!” Loki screamed as waves of pleasure practically beat against his skull, his whole body jerking at his restraints as he came, his cunt clenching down hard on the cock inside it as it released a flood of omega cum. “Haa-aaah…nnnghhh…ahhh!”

Aidan groaned as he came inside the pulsing hot pussy, the rhythmic clenching of it milking more and more cum from him as Loki came. He slid his cock out but Damien didn’t let up and the both of them watched as Loki practically choked on his next orgasm, liquid gushing from his pretty pussy to splatter on the sheets and Aidan’s crotch. Aidan paid it no mind, only using his hand to swipe roughly at the omega’s fluttering folds to encourage more liquid to come out. Loki arched helplessly, trying to get his lower half away from the stimulation but though his limbs jerked and pulled at the straps, he could go nowhere and he cried pitifully as his alphas brought him to another peak. 

When no more liquid could be coaxed out, Damien finally took the vibrator away and turned it off and Loki slumped against the bed, panting. He barely moved as his alphas released him from the straps as his brain tried to regenerate from the pile of mush it felt like it'd been reduced to. Damien kissed at the little red marks on his wrists and Aidan licked at the ones on his ankles. 

Aidan had moved onto turning off the cameras and Damien was just returning from cleaning and putting away the vibrator when a small, wrecked, voice came from the bed.

“...W-Was I good?” 

The two of them climbed back onto the bed and kissed at the little dazed face. 

“The best, sweetheart.” 

“Took your punishment so well, princess.” 

Loki finally relaxed back into sleep and the two finished cleaning up. 

They could hardly wait until the next punishment.

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It started when Loki was shopping for bras. After milling around his goal for a while, he finally builds up the courage to go into the racier section. His alphas supply him with more lingerie than he could probably ever wear even with his alphas ripping full sets of them apart at times during sex, but he just wants a peek to see if anything catches his fancy. 

Two other omega girls were shopping as well. 

“It’s just easier to buy lingerie when you have big tits,” one of them whines. “What are you, C-cup? I bet the boys go crazy for yours. 

The other girl laughs. “Pretty good, I suppose, but I’m considered on the smaller side too. The bigger the better, they say. Alphas love huge tits. Ones that spill over their hands when they try to hold them and that they can bury their face in, y’know? They go wild for Jenny’s–she’s got double Ds.”

The first girl sighs. “I’m only Bs and the boys all ignore mine. It’s hard to find sexy bras for small breasts too.”

“You could get implants,” the second girl says. “Some guys aren’t into fake tits, but some are okay.”

Loki can’t hear the rest since they’ve walked out of earshot, but he suddenly feels… He looks down at his own small breasts and cups them. They fit nicely in his own hands, but his alphas’ hands are much bigger…their hands engulf his entire breast when they’re holding them. And his alphas don’t ignore his tits when they’re having sex, but…are they really enjoying them? Or are they just…

No longer in the mood, Loki leaves without buying anything. 

He’s quieter at dinner and his alphas notice, gently asking him if he’s fine, but Loki shakes his head with a smile, saying he’s just lost in thought. They share loaded looks when they think he isn’t looking but don’t pry. 

When his alphas inevitably become horny once night falls, they push him to his hands and knees and mount him one at a time. Loki tries to lose himself in the pleasurable joining of their bodies. At some point, his head drops and he can see his small breasts, hanging and swaying slightly with each thrust into him and he’s staring at them, mesmerized, when a stray thought of what it might look like if his breasts were larger flits through his head. Would they sway more? Would they look sexier and more enticing? Would his alphas…

Loki drops to his elbows, hiding his chest against the bed, and loses himself back in the sensations of being filled so fully. 

*

But the thought doesn’t leave his head. 

He thinks about putting on sexy bras, then hesitates when his hands brush lace. So he forgoes wearing them, choosing to steal his alphas’ shirts and wear them around the house instead. 

Sex goes on as usual, his alphas taking him in all sorts of positions with hands roaming all across his body to stroke and knead and squeeze, but even though his nipples are still just as sensitive, it doesn’t feel as pleasurable as before when his tits are held when all these intrusive thoughts race through his mind.

And thinking about that only reinforces the thoughts inside his head because would it feel better if they were bigger? 

He privately researches it when his alphas aren’t home and the internet doesn’t say that it would be. He goes on forums that complain about back pain and the inconveniences of large chests, but it’s also full of posts from alphas that swear big boobs feel better for them. He briefly looks up breast implants, but then it mentions another meaning of a boob job, and when he goes too far down the rabbit hole of breast-related sex activities, he ends up clicking into a porn site. The homepage is covered in thumbnails of large chested omegas with muscular alphas bunching them up together and burying their face inside as they suck hungrily at the flesh or the omegas bunching their own tits together so the alphas can slide their cocks between them. 

He closes out of the browser and runs to the bedroom, crawling under the bed covers like he can hide from the images. He didn’t even watch the videos, but he can’t help but imagine them in his mind. Loki cups his tits. The flesh feels pleasantly soft and pillowy between his fingers. How good must it feel to slide a cock between them? How heavenly would it feel to bury a face inside and be fully surrounded by them? Slumping, he whines pitifully to himself where no one can hear and only crawls back out once his alphas come home. 

*

Something is weird and off and they don’t like it. 

Everything seems normal, but each of them can think of something specific that feels wrong. 

In their private group chat without their omega, Damien comments mournfully that it’s been a while since he’s seen Loki walking around in lingerie. 

Aidan agrees, noting that he’s almost out of shirts because the omega keeps stealing them to wear. 

Ryder says that the omega seems a little more anxious than usual, more wide-eyed and hesitant when receiving praise from his Daddy and shyer during sex. 

Luka doesn’t say anything but they’ve all seen the scowls and pouts when Loki pushes him away almost immediately when he wants to suck at his nipples. 

They spend a few days like this in limbo until Ryder sends a screenshot to their group chat. 

It’s their home internet activity, showing a browser search from Tuesday afternoon when only one person was home for do bigger boobs feel better during sex and a few minutes later, do alphas prefer big boobs?

Aidan, Damien: …

And finally…

Luka: I’ll handle it .  

*

Slipping his phone into his pocket, Luka immediately throws his jacket on and heads for the door. 

“Family emergency,” he tells his receptionist on his way out. “Reschedule everything.” 

He doesn’t wait for the man to respond, already throwing his helmet on to hop on his bike and head home. He has an intervention to stage and it can’t wait another second. 

Without any exaggeration at all, Luka thinks his sex life and maybe even his literal life depend on it. 

*

Loki jumps up when he hears the beeping sounds of the lock. He stares at the door, a bit apprehensive. None of his alphas said they were coming home early today.

He gets up from the couch and peeks curiously from around a wall, eeping when the door swings open to reveal Luka. 

His hair is in disarray from the helmet but he still looks good. Loki licks his dry lips and blushes when Luka catches it and smirks. The smirk shrinks a bit when he sees the omega is wearing another of Damien’s shirts, his body drowning in the fabric, and his heart pangs when he thinks about the reason why.

“You’re home early?” Loki asks tentatively, wondering if something happened as he pads over to his alpha to give him a hug.

“Mm, something happened,” Luka says but he doesn’t seem that angry or distressed. He just watches, amused, as a nervous Loki putters about like a little housewife, taking his jacket and hanging it neatly in their coat closet like Luka doesn’t usually just throw it over a random chair. 

“Yeah?” Loki racks his brain as he waits for his alpha to elaborate but can’t think of anything that could warrant– “Ah!”

Without warning, Luka scoops him up in a princess carry and strides quickly into the living room, throwing him down on their daybed, specifically located here for convenient sexual escapades when they wanted a bed and were too horny to head to the bedroom. 

Loki scrambles back on his ass as Luka shrugs out of his own shirt, exposing a firm chest covered in tattoos that extend down both of his arms. 

“You…came back early because you’re horny?” Loki asks dubiously. 

“Yeah,” his alpha says airily, stripping until he’s fully naked in front of Loki, his tattoos stark in the daylight. “Problem?”

“It just seems…” Loki squeaks as he’s pushed down, his alpha crawling towards him. “…frivolous?”

“Mm,” his alpha says as he straddles him. “I just suddenly thought, it’s been a while since I had some quality time with my omega’s tits, and just had to immediately come home.” He slides his hands teasingly slowly up the omega’s sides, dragging the shirt up as he goes. 

“!” In his surprise, Loki does something he’s never done before and crosses his arms over his chest over his shirt, stopping the alpha in his tracks.

He realizes his mistake almost immediately, but second guesses himself when the alpha immediately stops and leans back. Thinking his alpha was no longer interested in his small tits and wanted something else, Loki spreads his legs open in subtle invitation, but immediately freezes when the lusty look in his alpha’s eyes takes on a chilly edge. 

“Loki.” The omega stiffens at the use of his name. “What’s happening here, hm?”

Loki feels like a shaking rabbit caught in the gaze of a wolf. “I-I thought…” 

“Have I, or your other alphas, ever given you a reason to think we don’t love your little tits?” His tone is light and casual but Luka’s eyes tell a different story as they bore into Loki’s.

Loki shrinks beneath that heavy gaze. “…no…” 

“So what’s happening, hm? Can you tell alpha why he hasn’t been able to have a taste for more than two seconds before you’re pushing me away?” He grabs Loki’s wrists and pins his arms to the bed on either side of him, releasing the omega’s chest from their protective hold. His smile is cheerful but Loki feels like his metaphorical rabbit soul is now hanging between the maws of the wolf, just waiting for the snap. “And can you tell alpha what you were trying to do just now with these?” 

These is punctuated by squeezes to his wrists.

Loki trembles, eyes darting everywhere but his alpha’s eyes. The alpha waits patiently for a few minutes and then warningly squeezes his wrists again when Loki doesn’t respond. 

“I don’t…I don’t think you don’t like them…” Loki stares at his covered chest instead of meeting eyes with his alpha. Lying flat like this, his mounds almost disappear into nothing, not like the huge balloons of flesh from the porn videos. “I just keep thinking how…if you wished that they were better… ” 

His alpha’s brows furrow and he opens his mouth but Loki plows on. “Like, if I got implants or something, you would be even happier. I’d have real cleavage and I could massage you with them or give you boob jobs or–”

“Loki,” his alpha growls, cutting him off. “If you wanted or needed implants, I would love you just the same. But I don’t need them or want them.” He lets go of Loki’s wrists and slides the shirt up so that it bunches under his armpits and exposes his chest, and then carefully cups them in his hands, gently pressing a kiss to each pink nipple. “For me, and for your other alphas, these are perfect the way they are.” Loki’s mouth opens in a soft gasp at the tender touch, but he’s not convinced. 

“But you can’t… they aren’t big enough to overflow in your hands when you hold them… and you can’t push them together and slide your cock between them...” 

Luka tsks and releases his tits with a squeeze. He roughly slips the omega’s shirt off so that Loki is now just as nude, and then manhandles Loki’s hands until they’re wrapped around his own tits, covering Loki’s own hands with his broad palms and guiding the omega to massage and knead them, squeezing the doughy flesh between his fingers. 

“Who needs them to overflow?” Luka growls. “Look at how nicely they fit in your palms the way they do mine. Why would I want them to overflow, to not be able to hold your whole tit in my hand and be able to play with your nipple at the same time?” He forces Loki’s hands to hold his breast steady in one hand while he kneads the other so Luka can dip his head and suck at the pink nipple before opening his lips wider to mouth at the small tit. Loki watches as his alpha’s plush lips spread wide around the nipple head and areola and even takes in a substantial amount of the pillowy flesh. When his alpha pulls away, over half his breast is wet. 

His alpha doesn’t let go of his hands but stretches a thumb to flick at the wet nipple, now stiffened and glistening with saliva. “Look how much of it fits in my mouth,” Luka says reverently. “I can almost suck your whole tit in one go.” 

Unwilling to neglect the other, Luka dips his head again to mouth at the other mound, wetting it as well. When he forces Loki to push his tits together, the nipples stand at attention together like twin peaks. Loki whimpers as Luka blows cold air across them, tightening them further. 

“Keep your hands there for me, kitten,” Luka says. His gorgeous, pierced cock is fully hard, bobbing and slapping against Luka’s toned abs. 

Luka grins when Loki starts drooling, the omega unable to wipe it away with his hands still on his tits. Luka wipes it for him, drags his thumb across his slit to collect some pre and then digs the same thumb against the omega’s back teeth, smearing the pre along the wet inside of his bottom lip and against the red tongue. More drool trickles from the corner of the omega’s mouth. 

“You want this dick in your mouth?” Luka asks smugly. 

“Mhmm,” the omega gurgles around Luka’s thumb, tasting the salty creamy precum. “Wan’it.”

His alpha hums, pulling his thumb away. Loki whines pitifully and his alpha rolls his eyes. “Impatient thing,” he says, reaching for the lube bottle stashed beneath a pillow. 

Loki blinks. They so rarely use lube with how wet he becomes. Usually his alphas just coat themselves with his slick or their own pre. The bottle is almost full. His alpha snaps open the cap and glances down at the confused omega. 

“It seems like you’ve been watching some porn,” his alpha comments as he positions the bottle. A thick drizzle of lube lands on the nipple and quickly spills over the pink areola and pale flesh, pooling in the space between his breasts. It’s an ungodly amount of lube that pours out before he’s satisfied. He does the same to the other breast, dousing it in lube. When he tosses the bottle away, it’s less than half full. 

Loki shivers at the cool, wet feeling against his sensitive flesh. Luka puts his hands back over Loki’s, using them to smear the lube around on his tits. “Our kitten now knows what a boob job is, hm?” 

Loki whimpers as his hands are moved around, sliding all over his chest and between his breasts until they’re glossy and coated. Luka uses the remaining excess on Loki’s hands to coat his cock, guiding him to wrap his palms around the stiff flesh and stroke up and down the pierced shaft. 

When he’s done, Luka moves Loki’s hands back to his tits, forcing him to squeeze them again. He doesn’t have as good a grip on them as before with how slippery and lubed they are, but Loki does his best, wanting to be good for his alpha. Luka praises him and encourages him to stroke the tips of his middle and index fingers over his hardened nipples. Loki obeys, shivering and mewling as he stimulates the sensitive flesh, swirling the lube around the hard buds with his fingertips. 

Luka watches his twitching omega contently for a few moments before getting down to business. He shimmies up the bed, his hips bracketing Loki’s chest and braces one hand against the headboard before sliding his cock between those beloved mounds. The smallness of them means he can see his cock sliding between them as he ruts with his hips, the smooth lubed beads of his barbells sliding smoothly along the skin and dimpling the flesh where it presses into Loki’s breasts as he makes slow, short thrusts. Luka moans at the slight pressure of those soft tits as they push against the sides of his cock. 

“Look at it, kitten,” he tells his omega, voice hoarse with lust. Loki mewls, his eyes fixed on the slide of that meaty pillar between his tits. “It feels so fucking good,” the alpha groans. 

Luka changes the angle of the slide so his cock rubs against the side of one tit, the pierced head gliding across the soft skin and bumping at his nipple where Loki is still circling his fingers. The lube has warmed against his skin but the metallic touch of the piercings are chilly against the nipple flesh which tightens in response. Luka moves his hips around, sliding his cock head all around the soft, slippery flesh. The tip of his cock kisses the other nipple softly and then butts up against it as Luka grinds his hips. 

Loki’s eyes follow the glistening cockhead as it travels all around his chest, slipping and sliding along the flesh and smearing pre into his skin. 

“I-In the videos…” he begins, flushing, and Luka laughs. 

“I know what you saw, kitten,” he smirks, positioning his cock back inside the channel between the two breasts before sliding all the way up so that his cock head kisses Loki’s lips. “Open up, darling.” 

Loki does and he moans as Luka slides his cock home into his mouth. He lets Loki suckle at the tip for a bit, his tongue sliding all along the magic cross before he slips it back out. Loki whines, but the cock is so slippery he can’t keep it in his mouth. 

“Patience, kitten,” Luka groans as he slides it back in, Loki’s mouth eagerly receiving him. They go back and forth like this for a while, Loki chasing his desired cock with his mouth, trying to keep it in place to suckle at it while Luka does his best to keep this a semblance of a boob job before he gives in and keeps his cock in place, letting Loki swirl his tongue around the head and slit. 

“Your tongue feels so good, kitten,” Luka pants. “My pretty little omega wants my cock that badly, hm?” 

Loki mewls around his cock, but doesn’t release it from where he’s happily sucking at the tip. A soft, slick pressure on his cock has Luka moving his gaze from where his cock is disappearing into Loki’s plush mouth downwards to where Loki is massaging and pushing at his tits, sliding them around Luka’s cock as best he can. 

Luka’s heart thumps loudly in his chest. So fucking sexy. Who the fuck needed big tits? The men who went wild for them never had this; their own omega trying to squeeze his small tits around their alpha. They’d never feel the shy touch of Loki’s omega breast against their cock, soft and meek. 

“I love you, kitten,” Luka says fiercely. Loki stares at him with dazed eyes, mouthing contentedly at his tip and Luka can’t stand it. He rips his cock out from Loki’s mouth and ruts it desperately against Loki’s soft tits until his balls tighten and he orgasms, for the first time, before his omega, cumming on the omega’s face, coating his lips and cheeks, and then he shoves the head back between Loki’s lips so he can flood the small mouth with the remaining cum. 

“Fuckkk…” Luka groans as he empties his balls. He pulls out and slaps his dick against one smooth cheek, smearing the mess around with the sensitive head. His omega blinks at him in confusion. “Alpha came just from rubbing on your tits,” Luka sighs. “Aren’t they just the best?”  

His omega swallows, his mouth milky with cum, and it sends heat searing through Luka’s abdomen, his cock already stiffening back up. “Mm…” he agrees shyly. 

Luka laughs. He maneuvers them around so that Loki was now sitting on his lap, his back to Luka’s chest, as Luka lay back against the pillows. Luka’s cock bobs between Loki’s spread legs but he doesn’t pay any attention to it. Instead… 

“You’re gonna need to help me if you want this cock,” Luka says into his ear which flushes as hot breath washes over it. “Fingerfuck your pussy with your own hand, get it all nice and open for me.” 

Loki whines. “Can’t you do it? My fingers aren’t big enough…”

Luka laughs. “No can do, kitten, my hands are gonna be busy.” His broad hands come up and grip Loki’s tits, one in each hand, fingers slipping and sliding along the lubed skin and pinching the hard nipples between the tips. Loki yelps, twitching and shaking in his grip as his nipples are stimulated again. “I made you touch your tits but I didn’t get to touch them directly,” Luka says, licking a trembling earlobe. “So now it’s my turn.” He nudges at Loki with his cheek. “Start working, kitten. I want you to squirt at least once before you can stop. Don’t cheat and touch your clit, darling, I want it from your pussy.” 

Loki brings a shaky hand to his own pussy. His fingers have slightly warmed up the lube but they’re still cool compared to the heat of his cunt. He slides his fingers inside, scissoring them. His walls clench against the intrusion but relax soon enough for him to slide in another one. His fingers stutter as Luka flicks his nipples. 

“I told you to fingerfuck yourself,” Luka growls in one ear as he goes back to kneading the small tits between his palms. “Alpha’s not seeing a lot of in and out motion, kitten.” Loki mewls as he reluctantly speeds his hand up. His pussy drips a bit around his fingers but it’s not satisfying at all, his fingers too small and short to make any difference to a pussy used to having thick, long fingers and even thicker and longer cocks. He isn’t sure if he can squirt like this. 

Luka sighs after a few futile moments. “Usually you’re squirting all over the place from some fingers in your pussy, but yours aren’t enough for your slutty cunt, huh?” he teases and Loki blushes with shame. “I guess alpha has to help you out.” 

He nudges at Loki’s cheek. “Use one hand to grab the headboard, kitten.” 

Loki reaches up with a shaking arm and wraps his hand around the top iron bar of the headboard. 

“Other hand on your tit.” 

Loki takes his breast in hand, flinching as his fingers slide on the slick skin and his fingertip accidentally rubs at his sensitive nipple. 

“Brace yourself,” his alpha warns before three thick fingers fuck into his pussy, vigorously pumping in and out as his right tit, still in his alpha’s other hand is squeezed, the fingertips pinching and pulling at the pink nipple.

“Haaah…alpha…nngh…aaah…” Loki’s hips squirm, trying to hump the fingers viciously fucking into him. His nipples are twin points of sensitivity that send zings of electricity zipping down his spine straight to his cunt which drools and drips around those three delicious fingers. The fingers squelch and splash as they drill into the soft pussy flesh and Loki’s eyes roll back in his head. “Fuckkkkk…so good…Luka…aah!” Loki screams as Luka’s fingers go even faster, pistoning in and out of him so fast they’re almost a blur. 

His legs try to close on those punishing fingers and Luka growls, using his other hand to deliver a stinging warning slap to his tit. Loki wails, opening his legs back up, but the sensations are almost too much to bear. He throws his other hand up to grab at the headboard as the daybed creaks, pushing his chest up in the process. 

Luka immediately uses his left hand to massage both of his tits together, sliding rough palms along both of his nipples and slapping at the left and right tit in turn, the flesh jiggling and turning red beneath his palms. Loki sobs, tears coming from his eyes, as his pussy and tits are bullied and abused, and cums, squirting around Luka who fingerfucks him through his wailing orgasm with wet squelchy noises until there’s nothing left to squirt.

Loki’s chest heaves as he breathes heavily, trying to catch his breath. He wonders if Luka will let him have his cock now. “Up, up, kitten.” Luka slaps his pussy affectionately as he speaks, making him jolt. The omega rises up on shaky legs and Luka flips him around so he’s on all fours and slides down so that he’s laying flat on the bed with Loki straddling him. 

Loki angles his hips to try and get on top of his alpha’s cock but Luka hauls him up the bed instead until his tits are hanging and swaying slightly above Luka’s face. 

Loki peers down at him, barely visible between his breasts. Luka grins up at him. “Haven’t gotten to suck your tits much yet,” he says. He holds Loki’s calf in one hand, steadying him on the bed, and shoves those same three fingers back into Loki’s wet snatch, making Loki mewl. 

“C-Can’t we just…get to the good part?” Loki begs pitifully. 

Luka grips his chin, forcing Loki to look at him. “This is the good part.” Luka smiles meanly. “This is about your tits, kitten. Alpha hasn’t gotten his fill these past few days. Surely, you don’t think we’re done with them yet, do you?” Loki bites his lip and obediently shakes his head meekly. Luka lets go of his chin, satisfied. 

“While I fuck you on my fingers,” Luka tells him. “I want you to lower your tit into my mouth. The lower you go, the faster I’ll fuck you. If you lift up too much, I’ll stop. We’ll do this until you cum on my fingers, so it’ll be in your best interest to get your tit in my mouth as fast and as long as possible, got it?” 

Loki nods and whimpers. Luka squeezes his calf, his fingers starting to lazily move in and out his entrance. Loki adjusts a bit. His small breasts means he needs to lean down far enough and aim to get his breast into Luka’s mouth. His goal is just to…drop it in and then… leave it there for as long as it takes until he cums when Luka’s long tongue flicks out and caresses his nipple. 

The sensation makes him jolt back, his nipple dangling just out of reach, and the fingers immediately stop. Loki takes a deep breath and lowers down again, the fingers in his pussy starting back up. Again, the long tongue snakes out and flicks at the hardened bud, making him jolt back, and the fingers stop.

“Oh god…” Loki whispers to himself, realizing the difficulty of what he’s gotten himself into. 

Luka smirks from below him. “C’mon now, kitten, stop playing and let alpha suck your pretty tit.”

Vaguely, Loki thinks spitefully that if his tits were bigger, they’d hang low enough that there wouldn’t be a problem if he squirmed. But then –he shudders as a tongue flicks lightly at his nipple and he’s jolting back again– this game wouldn’t be as exciting. 

Loki takes a deep breath and lowers again, forcing himself to stay still as Luka’s tongue swirls around the nipple head and around the areola, covering it in saliva. The fingers in his pussy start up again and get faster and faster. “Nnngh…ohhhh!” Loki can feel his orgasm approaching and he twitches, his hips canting back against those thrusting fingers as he climbs to his peak. He doesn’t realize that in doing so, his tit has once again left Luka’s range and right as he is about to come, the fingers immediately pull out of his pussy leaving him abruptly bereft. Loki shudders through his ruined orgasm, wailing. 

“You know why, kitten.” Luka chides. “Get your tit in my mouth if you want to cum.” 

Sniffling, Loki leans back down to let Luka slobber at his tit, jerking a bit as his tongue fondles the sensitive nipple. Luka’s fingers return to his pussy, leisurely fucking in and out. 

“C-Can you touch my clit…nngh…ohhh!” Luka gives a noisy suck to the tit in his mouth. 

“No cheating, kitten.” 

Loki wilts, dropping even lower. Luka immediately takes advantage, slurping at the doughy flesh in his mouth and rewarding his omega with a faster pace. 

Even with the learnings from last time, the omega still can’t help jerking back when he’s almost about to cum. He wails at his second ruined orgasm, and Luka chuckles, smacking his ass affectionately with his slick-covered hand. 

“Again, darling.” 

When Loki finally makes it to his release on his fourth try, his whole left breast is covered in saliva, his nipple swollen and aching. 

“Other side now, kitten,” Luka smirks. Loki shoots his alpha a dirty look but then quails under the answering stare. Obediently, he adjusts. And then, on shaking arms, lowers his other tit to Luka’s mouth to accept his punishment. 

Two ruined orgasms later, Luka gives one last harsh suck to the teat in his mouth before releasing it, his omega shaking and gasping as he finally cums, slick gushing out around his fingers and wetting the bed. 

“Good boy, kitten,” Luka murmurs, stroking his omega’s hair as he lays on his chest, exhausted. “You ready for my cock?” 

Horny energy surges through Loki and he nods vigorously against his alpha’s chest. Luka laughs, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “Let’s get your prize, darling,” his alpha says. He maneuvers Loki with gentle prods until they end up with Luka sitting up against the pillows, his legs outstretched and slightly bent. Loki kneels and straddles his lap and Luka lowers him down onto his cock so that Loki is sitting on his thighs, his legs bent behind him, and their hips pressed tightly together. Like this, he’s at just the right height to loop his arms around his alpha’s neck, his alpha bringing their lips together in a bruising kiss as Loki adjusts to the cock spearing him open and the metal barbells digging pleasantly into his walls. When he’s ready, Loki grinds his hips a little and Luka releases him from the kiss, thin strings of saliva stretching between them and breaking. 

“Ready?” his alpha whispers against his lips and when Loki nods, he immediately begins thrusting, his hips snapping up and driving his cock deep into Loki’s wet pussy. 

“Ahh…Ahh…Ahh…nnngh…alpha…shit….” Loki moans as he’s penetrated, slick, smooth metal rubbing dizzyingly against his walls, his cervix, and– “oh god, oh god, oh god,” Loki gasps as Luka’s pubic bead ring grinds against his clitoral hood and finally, on one thrust, hooks inside, finding his clit. “Nnngh…fuck!” Loki claws at his alpha as he cums, back arching and pussy clamping rhythmically around Luka’s cock until he cums as well, flooding the cunt with thick alpha cum. 

Luka only stops thrusting for a brief minute as Loki comes down from his high. “I’m missing a little something,” he muses and Loki stares at him blearily, eyes glassy and dilated. The alpha presses a broad hand against his upper back and leans forward, forcing Loki to lean back. Loki only has a split second to realize that their position makes it so that Luka’s mouth is directly in line with–

“Oh fuck!” Loki moans as Luka attaches his mouth back to his breast, conveniently right in front of him and ripe for the taking. Luka begins to thrust again and Loki throws his head back in ecstasy as he rides his alpha, their hips smacking together wetly. The gushy sounds of Luka’s cock entering in and out of Loki’s slick, wet pussy echo lewdly in the living room. But even those sounds aren’t as filthy as the words falling from Luka’s mouth as he sucks. 

“Best fucking tits in my life…” Luka groans into his skin as he viciously attacks his tits with his mouth, licking and sucking and biting, almost on the verge of chewing on the doughy flesh. “Gonna suck these tits until they’re raw , kitten. All red and swollen and puffy. Your pretty tits should never go a day without being loved, you hear me?” 

Loki’s back arches on a particularly hard thrust and it pushes his chest even further into Luka’s hungry mouth. “How dare you keep me from these, hm? Alpha was dying without them, my pretty little babies.” His teeth graze lightly at the nipples and Loki cries out. 

“Such fucking sensitive nipples,” Luka moans. His eyes are manic as he fondles and licks at whatever he can touch, switching rapidly between the two mounds as he chases the nearest heaving breast. His hunger is endless; he uses the hand still pressed to Loki’s back to push him forward towards his waiting mouth as if he wants to eat him alive. His whole chest feels wet with saliva, his nipples tight and sensitive, and he’s not sure if any lube is left from how ravenously Luka is slurping and sucking at his tits. 

“Y-You…” Loki tries to gather the last of his fraying sanity as they rock together and that damnable pubic piercing grinds against his sensitive clit. His alpha stares up at him, one of his tits still in his mouth. “You…really like them?” 

Alpha’s eyes burn as he releases the flesh and kisses Loki so hard, he falls forward, reversing their positions so that Loki is flat on his back, his cock still fucking smoothly into him. “I love them just the way they are, kitten,” Luka promises fiercely and those words send Loki into freefall. 

His whole body seizes as he cums, trembling and shaking and squirting around Luka’s cock. His alpha moans with him, humping twice more before he cums, filling Loki up even more. When he finally slides out, a torrent of cum leaks from his pussy and joins the mess staining the sheets. 

They just stare at each other for a moment, breathing heavily, before Luka finally cracks a genuine smile, eyes warm. It makes something equally warm bloom in Loki’s chest. Luka eyes Loki’s body, especially his chest which is covered in cum and lube and saliva. 

“Let’s go shower, kitten,” he says, swooping Loki up and carrying him to the master bathroom. During the shower, Luka’s touches are mostly innocent as he supports Loki to stand on shaky legs, only smirking as the omega shudders from the water pressure when it touches his sore, aching nipples. 

“You want to put another shirt on?” Luka smirks, raising one eyebrow and eyeing the swollen red buds on his chest. 

The omega scowls from where he’s sitting on the bed, knowing the alpha already knew the answer. “...No…” 

“Roger that,” Luka says cheerfully as he heads for Loki’s lingerie drawer. He picks out what Loki knows is his favorite piece - an open cup bra that barely qualified as clothing, let alone a bra. It was just straps of black fabric that formed the shape of a bra with nothing to cover the actual breast. 

Not even waiting for the omega’s approval, Luka puts it on for him, sliding it over his arms, gently tugging his breasts into place, and clasping it in the back. The omega just sighs and allows himself to be manhandled. 

“And panties?” Loki asks wryly when he sees Luka is about to scoop him back up. The alpha didn’t even bother to clothe himself, stepping out fully nude.

“No need for those,” Luka says cheerfully. “I’m going to have you cockwarm me while I watch a movie.”

When Loki puffs up indignantly and opens his mouth to protest, Luka shushes him. “You owe me,” he says. “A whole week without letting me at your tits for more than two seconds was cruel, kitten.”

Deflating, Loki allows himself to be carried to the living room and deposited on the couch in Luka’s lap. At least his alpha had taken out his pubic piercing. He hisses a bit as Luka feeds his cock into his sore pussy but once he’s seated, it isn’t so bad and he lays his head against his alpha’s chest and snuggles into that firm, tattooed chest. “What movie are we gonna watch?” Loki mumbles as he watches Luka flick through their library with the remote. 

“A home movie,” his alpha replies.

Loki, …

*

He regrets everything, Loki thinks. He closes his eyes but even if he can’t see himself getting fucked on the screen of their wide-screen TV, he can’t escape hearing the wet recorded sounds of his pussy accompanied by his own voice moaning and begging in surround sound. He hates this but his traitorous body doesn’t care what he thinks, arousal steadily building in his abdomen and pussy leaking trails of slick around his alpha’s cock and onto the couch. Ten minutes into the 'home movie’, his alpha had burrowed under one of his armpits, and was now noisily suckling at a swollen, pink nipple. Initially, Loki had tried to push him off but the manipulative bastard had shamelessly said this was the alpha’s apology to his tits for neglecting them all week, making them feel unloved, and subjecting them to Loki’s cruel confinement and insecurity. 

Loki doesn’t even know how to begin arguing with that despite knowing he’s being gaslit, and he can only resign himself to having his sore, aching tits suckled on to his alpha’s heart’s desire. 

Once his other alphas are home, he thinks he’ll be saved but they only come over and each give him a kiss, ignoring his pleas to be saved, as they complete their own tasks, except for Damien who has the audacity to tell him that Luka deserves it. Ryder and Aidan quickly and efficiently strip the daybed and replace it with new sheets. Damien disappears into the bedroom with a pair of scissors and doesn’t come out for a while. When they’re each finished, they all lounge around the living room and watch the home movie till its orgasmic end, lazily fisting their cocks in tandem with the cock splitting Loki open on the screen until they cum into their hands. 

They wipe themselves off and then they just chat languidly with each other as Loki muffles whimpers and cries from the stimulation on his tits from Luka’s tongue and in his pussy from Luka’s cock who is absolutely taking advantage of the chaos to hump his cunt, his piercings massaging at his walls. Luka doesn’t participate much but still throws in a few sentences in between driving Loki to insanity. 

“Oh,” Damien says once he’s cum again on Luka’s cock and the alpha finally deigns to give him a break. “We are announcing a new house policy.” 

Nobody else looks surprised, which means… “What house policy?” Loki asks warily. 

“Omega is allowed to wear three of our shirts inside the house,” Aidan says. “One from me, one from Damien, and one from Ryder. Once you’ve worn these, you can only wear lingerie around the house or your new shirts.” 

Damien pulls a shirt out from behind him and presents it to Loki. It’s a regular white t-shirt, if on the small size and fitted to his body. The material is soft and comfortable and Loki would have no problem wearing it but for one–make that two– glaring problems. Two gigantic holes have been cut into the t-shirt, right where his tits would go. 

Loki, ….

“Now you can’t hide your tits anymore,” Damien says. Loki stares as the alpha tugs at the holes in the shirt, trying to make them even bigger. The fabric rips under his strength, turning the two holes in one gaping hole that would expose most of his torso right in front of Loki’s eyes. “Oops. Anyway, this way we can play with them and love on them whenever we want.” 

Loki closes his eyes for a brief, pained moment and then turns to look at his Daddy to put a stop to this nonsense. His Daddy only looks back placidly.

“This is punishment for bad thoughts and actioning upon them,” his Daddy says lightly. “For feeling insecure about your body without telling us and then trying to hide your feelings and your body from us.” The ridiculous words sound so normal coming from his Daddy’s pristine mouth and in his rich, chocolatey voice, yet it doesn’t detract at all from the ridiculousness.

Somehow, it’s Luka that seals the deal. 

“You know, Loki,” he says, leaning forward to speak directly in his ear. The omega stiffens at the use of his name again. “It really hurt me when we realized what was going on.” The omega can’t really see his alpha’s expression from where he’s sitting on his lap but he closes his eyes at the hidden pain in Luka’s voice. “We all love your body but I thought I, in particular, had made it known how much I love your tits.” 

The omega whimpers. “No…I know you do…I just–”

The alpha cuts him off. “Do you? If you did, what possessed you to feel like I wanted them to be bigger? What did I do wrong?” 

The omega’s eyes redden and his heart aches. He never meant to make his alphas feel like they didn’t love him enough. 

“No, it wasn’t you,” he says quickly, twisting around to try and look at his alpha to convey his sincerity. Tears well up as he meets his alpha’s eyes glimmering with hurt. “It was these girls at the mall…I…” The story comes out in fits and bursts as he tries to explain himself through hiccups and sniffles, feeling small and guilty under Luka’s sad gaze. 

“I see…” Luka says simply when he finishes. “I spend all my time loving and caring for these tits just to be so easily defeated by two teenage girls who will never know the damage they’ve caused,” the alpha laments. 

A small little giggle erupts from his omega and all four of the alphas smile fondly at the sound. 

Luka buries his chin in Loki’s shoulder, his heart full and squishy. “I can’t bear seeing you unhappy with something that I love so much,” Luka sighs, turning his head to kiss a smooth cheek. “So can you grow to love them as much as I do? For me?”

The omega hesitates and Luka notices, rubbing his stomach soothingly.

“I know you can’t do it right away, but just keep trying, darling. Help us help you and listen to your alphas.”

Touched, the omega nods. Whatever it takes so that his alpha never sounds so sad and pained again. Luka’s answering smile is dazzling. 

It’s only the next day that he realizes what nonsense he’s agreed to and by then, it’s too late. 

*

The house policy ends up working perfectly. 

Loki can scarcely deny how much all his alphas truly love his tits and body.

When his tits and nipples are exposed, he can’t go two seconds without one of his alphas groping his chest. They flick at his nipples when he’s getting a drink of water, they knead the soft breasts in their palms when he’s blow drying his hair. When they’re sitting on the couch, the closest alpha will roll into his lap and suck the nearest tit into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the nipple. 

Many a shirt has met its tattered demise beneath his alphas’ hands that rip and paw at the holes to be able to touch and lick more and more skin until they’ve torn clean through the shirt, leaving it just scraps of cloth dangling from his shoulders. They replace some of the shirts with shirts that are cut horizontally, cropped so that the fabric only covers the tops of his tits above his nipples so they can easily push the fabric up and grope his tits, unhindered. 

Loki, constantly touched and licked and sucked, starts to feel powerful and more confident. At the beginning, he was reluctant to wear his “uniform”, still self conscious about his size and thinking his alphas would stop once they got tired of the novelty of seeing his tits all the time.  But months pass and he’s proven wrong every single day. Just by lifting his shirt and exposing his small tits, he can drive his alphas feral, reducing them to mindless beasts pawing at his flesh and begging to suck at his soft, pink nipples. If he just stretches and pushes out his chest when someone is home, one of his alphas will materialize out of nowhere to lavish attention upon them. 

He never doubts the sex appeal of his small tits again.

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“So I broke up with her,” Wyatt continued with annoyance, crossing his long legs one over the other as he leaned back. “She was clingy at the end, though, kept screaming she was going to ruin me for any others because if she can’t have me, no one will. The works.” He threw his head back and let out a frustrated sigh before leaning it on the shoulder of the omega beside him. She giggled and flushed when he licked at her cheek on a whim. Wyatt let out a dramatic sigh. "I only want some pussy, not commitment."

“Here, here,” Nicholas echoed, raising his glass. Ryder only rolled his eyes. 

Wyatt leaned forward. “Speaking of…can’t believe you finally brought an omega with you.” Nicholas nodded his head in agreement as he sipped at his brandy. 

“Neither can I,” Ryder said dryly. 

He hadn’t actually wanted to bring Loki to this depraved meeting of enigmas. The three of them were the only ones of their generation in the country and would meet up once in a while. It was a convenient outlet to vent to each other about enigma-specific problems they could all relate to and they were useful connections to an extent, but otherwise Ryder wanted nothing much to do with them. 

Wyatt was an actor and film emperor. His acting skills were honestly subpar but his enigma status and looks meant his millions of fans around the country lined up to sell out theaters in order to watch his movies stuffed with copious shower and sex scenes. The few porn movies he had filmed would be blockbusters if they could be released in theaters. 

Nicholas was a lawyer, specializing in helping (mostly wealthy) omegas divorce their husbands. It was an all inclusive service, emphasis on all and service. It was generally known that Nicholas found most of his clients by sleeping with them while they were married, leading them to divorce, and then dumping them after, but that didn’t stop married omegas from willingly jumping into his bed regardless, thinking they could be the one to make him stay. 

The both of them were insufferable sex addicts who ran through as many omegas as they did bottles of lube, with never the same omega on their arm for long. 

It was why these meetings almost always happened in dimly lit sex clubs, the both of them usually half naked and surrounded with tittering, big-breasted omegas while they chatted. It all disgusted Ryder who had slept with a few omegas in his life via various one night stands but was generally perfectly content with waiting for his mate to be the one on his arm. 

The very mate who he had reluctantly brought along with him and was currently snuggled cozily into his side. 

He hadn’t even told him about this meeting, but Loki had found out from his secretary. 

“You’re going to a sex club without me?” the omega had demanded. 

Ryder had sighed. “I didn’t pick the place.” He unfortunately never got to pick the place, being outnumbered 2 to 1. 

His omega had crossed his arms, scowling. “And these other enigmas are gonna bring their omegas?” 

“Yes,” Ryder had admitted. “Or they’ll have some sent in.” 

Loki’s foot had tapped dangerously on the floor. “So, if there’s gonna be omegas there, why aren’t you going to bring me?” 

“I just don’t want to expose you to them.” A flash of hurt passed through the omega’s eyes. 

“What, you’re…ashamed of me?” 

He had no idea how his lovely omega’s brain had twisted his words that way and hurried to explain. “No, no, baby, of course not. They’re just…unsavory.” 

“Well, lemme see ’em then and I can judge them for myself.”  

Helpless against his stubborn omega, he’d ended up bringing him with him. Even amongst all the other scantily dressed omegas that the other two had inevitably brought with them, he shone like a star. With his lovely sweet face, brilliant blue eyes, his long, long legs bare under his pretty skirt, he was the apple of his Daddy’s eye. Incomparable. 

On the other hand, Wyatt and Nicholas were both staring, curious about this supposedly permanent mate of Ryder’s. So far, they weren’t too impressed.

“I guess he’s kind of pretty.” Wyatt squinted. “Boobs are small though.”

Long past this hurdle, Loki rolled his eyes. “My name is Loki and you can fuck off.” 

*

Wyatt stared at the fiery blue eyes looking at him with thinly veiled dislike, stunning even in the dim light.

Oh, the pretty thing had some spice to him. 

“The best omegas have big boobs.” Wyatt found himself wanting to keep those eyes on him. “You've got pretty legs though.” 

They were pretty– long and pale and slender, stretching out under his skirt and tipped in strappy black heels. They would look good thrown over a shoulder as he was fucked into.

“My pussy’s even prettier,” the omega sneered, eyes flashing delightfully. 

Wyatt’s eyes almost glowed in the dim light. His pants felt tight. “You’ll have to let me see it to prove it.”

“No,” the omega said, his small red mouth tugged in a smirk. He turned his eyes to Ryder and Wyatt kind of missed that demanding blue gaze focused on him. “Only Daddy can see it.” 

His enigma smiled indulgently. “That’s right, baby.”

Wyatt ignored the omega who was pressing her huge knockers against his bare arm in favor of eyeing Ryder’s omega’s skirt, wondering if he was bare underneath it. Then, Wyatt could just flip it up when he passed by with an excuse and see it for himself. 

The omega caught his gaze, narrowing his eyes. “I’m wearing underwear,” he snapped as if he could read Wyatt’s mind. 

“What kind?” Nicholas asked from where he was sitting across from the pair. Wyatt vaguely remembered one of Ryder’s packmates had a panty kink. Was this omega wearing something naughty underneath that skirt?

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” the little shit drawled. 

“Fucking tease,” Wyatt grumbled, leaning back against the couch. It was whatever, the other omegas in the room were all dressed to the nines in racy lingerie. Who cared what the stupid omega was wearing. He reached for his drink, using one hand to knead at the breast of the omega next to him. It was a bit too firm under his grip. Fake. He immediately lost interest and took another swig of his drink. Bitterly, he thought that even if they were small, that stupid omega’s perky tits would probably be soft like dough in his hands, which soured his mood even further.

Ryder chuckled, then flicked his omega on the nose. “Are you wearing something naughty?” 

An enticing blush spread across the omega’s cheeks which definitely meant ‘yes’ but his answer was coy. “Maybe…”

“You want to give them a little peek, baby? Make their day?” 

Wyatt almost choked on his drink, head turning in disbelief. 

Nicholas was into that panty shit too and Wyatt could sense him perking up in interest. Wyatt could tell Nicholas was also eyeing where possessive fingers gripped the omega’s tiny waist. Bastard always had a thing for omegas who were already taken. 

Ryder’s omega looked like he was considering the request, fingers twiddling with the hem of his skirt. His legs were closed, meaning they wouldn’t be able to see his cunt, but they still stared as the skirt rode up slightly, revealing tantalizing peeks of upper thigh but nothing past that. “Hmm…maybe a peek wouldn’t hurt.” He locked eyes with the two enigmas and smirked. “Just so they know what they’re missing out on.”

Wyatt and Nicholas held their breaths, eyes riveted. 

The tiny little fingers gripped the hem of the skirt and teasingly pulled upward. A real showboat, Wyatt sneered in his head, but he didn’t look away. The hem traveled up and up, revealing more and more pale skin until they saw it - a white lacy g-string, small enough that it only covered the most important bits, leaving parts of his smooth mound visible, and just thin enough to show the faint outline of plump lips with a hint of pink.

Saliva pooled in Wyatt’s mouth; he could almost imagine the little chubby pink cunt that must be hiding behind those closed thighs, wrapped delicately in white lace. 

The omega dropped his skirt again and the spell broke, the two enigmas scrambling to pretend like they hadn’t been staring so intently. For god’s sake, how many scantily clad omegas in even scantier panties had they seen in their lives?

“Not bad,” Wyatt said as nonchalantly as he could. “Could be a bit more see through.”

The omega stuck his tongue out at Wyatt and he was immediately hit with a visceral fantasy of that omega staring up at him with those demanding blue eyes as he licked at his cock with that tiny, red tongue and then took him into his small, hot mouth–

“Pay attention to me,” the omega next to him whined, licking at his nipple. She was the one with fake tits. Blonde, also with blue eyes although they were paler than the eyes of Ryder’s mouthy bitch. 

“Oh, babygirl,” he said, mimicking Ryder’s pet name. “I can give you all the attention you want.” 

She blinked prettily at him. “Shove your cock in my tits?” she asked. 

Wyatt hid a grimace. “Why don’t you show me your pussy, babe,” he purred. “Get you ready to take a ride on this cock.” He pulled it out of his pants. The throbbing cock was huge, veins spidering up the sides. It was so perfect that most omegas went stupid crazy at just the sight of his cock, drooling and gagging for it. He glanced secretly over at the omega and hid a scowl when he realized the omega wasn’t even paying attention.   

He dragged his eyes back to the blonde omega now eagerly climbing into his lap. She was also wearing a g-string but it was a gaudy red, unlike the innocent white of – 

…Fucker had gotten into his head, he thought darkly. He just needed to get his dick wet and he’d forget all about that stupid cunt in those stupid panties.

He roughly dragged the blonde’s panties to the side and stuck two fingers in her. She was already slick and wet, but Wyatt sucked on his own fingers for a bit before sliding them back in for a smoother slide. She moaned as he fingerfucked her before catching his mouth in an open-mouthed, sloppy kiss. The other omega, a brunette, dropped to her knees and started sucking his cock, covering it with spit. She was a pro at it, taking him almost to the hilt without a hint of a gag reflex. Ryder’s bitch’s mouth is so small, I bet he could only take the head. Annoyed at his own intrusive thoughts, he threw in a third finger. 

On his left, Nicholas was noisily kissing his own omega girl as she worked his cock in her hands, she had her leg thrown up so he could stroke her pussy, her green thong slipped to the side. On the table, his glass of brandy was still half full. Usually, Nicholas had finished two glasses of brandy before he got randy enough to start fucking. The stupid bitch really did a number on them with the g-string. 

He broke the kiss and turned his head to sneak another glance at Ryder’s omega. He had buried his head in Ryder’s shoulder. Heh, could dish it but couldn’t take it, eh? Little prude. He doubled the speed of his fingerfucking and fondled her clit with his thumb, making the omega throw back her head and moan like a pornstar. 

“Is it making you uncomfortable, baby?” he could hear Ryder gently ask. The omega lifted his head and shook it. 

“No…but the sound is making me horny,” he pouted. “Feel it.” His voice on the last two words was shy, but he boldly dragged Ryder’s hand between his legs and under his skirt. Wyatt watched as that hand disappeared, the skirt moving slightly as he moved his hand. Was he wet just from the sounds?

“Mm, there’s a big wet spot, baby,” Ryder said. “Want me to make you feel better?” 

“Mhmm,” the bitch said. He got up and straddled Ryder, his back to Wyatt and Nicholas. “But I don’t want them to see.”

“Daddy won’t let them,” Ryder promised. He steadied the omega with a hand on his ass and reached his hand under his skirt. Wyatt could pinpoint the exact moment Ryder’s fingers slid into the bitch’s pussy because the wet shlick was loud and obscene. 

How fucking wet was he?

But it wasn’t over. Ryder’s hand moved faster and faster, the skirt swaying from his motions as he fingerfucked his omega. The slut moaned, high pitched and breathy. Different from a porn star but no less obscene. And even that wasn’t as obscene as the sounds of his pussy - squelching and squishy and smashing every arousal trigger in his brain. 

Wyatt numbly added a fourth finger, trying to imagine the pussy in his hand softer, pinker, wetter like how he imagined that slut’s must feel around Ryder’s hand. 

A thick string of omega slick dripped down beneath the skirt to pool messily on the couch between Ryder’s spread thighs and Wyatt growled, tearing his fingers from her pussy. 

Her slick wouldn’t be enough, wasn’t enough, for him to slide into her without lube. And if Ryder’s omega didn’t need lube, he wasn’t about to grab it either. “Both of you suck my cock,” he ordered and the blonde dropped to her knees alongside her friend, licking at the base of his cock where her friend couldn’t quite reach and sucking at his balls. He leaned back to see if the angle would give him a better view and it did but it wasn’t enough. He could only see the tent in the front of the skirt from Ryder’s hand.

He glanced over at Nicholas. His omega was bent over the table as Nicholas stood behind her, steadily fucking into her pussy, a bottle of lube thrown to the side on the couch. He was staring straight at Ryder and his omega, not even hiding it, and Wyatt realized he was matching his thrusts with Ryder’s hand. 

“Daddy…feels so good…my pussy’s so wet…”

“Mm. It’s getting all over the couch.” 

“S-Sorry…”

“It’s okay, baby.” 

The omega began moving his own hips, driving them down towards the fingers in his cunt. The skirt swayed and fluttered but still, they couldn’t see anything but Ryder’s wrist and arm, steadily fucking in and out, rivulets of wet trailing down to his elbow. 

The three other omegas in the room were all moaning, trying to get their enigmas’ attention but all three enigmas only had eyes for the one in Ryder’s lap. 

“Faster, Daddy, I wanna cum…” the omega gasped and then moaned as Ryder obediently sped up. The skirt fluttered even faster and Wyatt wished the skirt would fly up just a little bit more so he could see that slutty, pink cunt. 

He couldn’t see it but he could hear the small sprays of wetness as Ryder’s palm smacked into the wet pussy. 

“Haah…Daddy, don’t be so rough on my clit…g-gonna…”

“Daddy will play with your little clit however he likes. Such a sensitive thing, it deserves to be bullied.”

“C-Cumming…Daddy– nnngh!” The omega muffled his moan with his hand as he came and Wyatt almost choked when liquid came splashing out of the skirt, trailing down the omega’s thighs and drenching the couch. 

Ryder had gotten himself a squirting omega.

The slut wailed as Ryder fingerfucked him through his orgasm, the noises so wet, they were watery. They still couldn’t see the front but Ryder’s broad hand still sitting on the omega’s plush ass slightly dragged the skirt up in the back so they could see the fat of his ass jiggling from the force of the fingerfucking and the shape of Ryder’s hand pumping away at something slick and soft between the slut’s thighs, skin wet and glistening from the omega’s release. Wyatt sucked in a deep breath when Ryder smacked the plush flesh, but the skirt dropped back down before he could see the red handprint that must’ve formed and he cursed in his head. 

Ryder finally pulled his fingers out and then wordlessly hovered his fingers in front of the omega. The long digits were soaked in a sticky, gooey mess of cum and slick. At the unspoken command, the omega leaned forward and took the digits in his mouth, moaning like a whore as he licked them clean. The reappearance of that damned tiny red tongue was–

Wyatt groaned, forcing the omega in his lap to take his dick in further, choking her. With a disgusted click of his tongue, he dragged her off by the hair and hoisted her friend into his lap, shoving his cock inside her wet snatch. She’d lubed herself up while licking his cock but she still wasn’t as wet as Ryder’s slut sounded. Still, it was enough to bounce her on his cock although she couldn’t take him fully down to the hilt. The brunette omega leaned against the couch and licked at the few exposed inches and his ballsack. 

“Want your cock in my pussy, Daddy,” he heard the slut say breathlessly. 

Ryder hummed. “Give me your panties first.”

No way.

The two enigmas stared as the little slut climbed shakily to his feet, tottering a bit on his heels, and slowly slid both hands under his skirt from the bottom. The fabric lifted, showing a quick flash of the two plump globes of his ass, one slightly reddened from the earlier slap. With a little shimmy, that damned white lacy g-string dropped to land around his ankles. 

The once white fabric was translucent. Completely soaked. 

The omega bent down, and slipped them off his heeled feet, one at a time, before climbing back into his Daddy’s lap without giving his audience a single peek. The scrap of wet fabric was pressed into Ryder’s hand who then dragged it across his face, his tongue coming out to taste, before he pocketed them away. 

“Good boy. Here’s your reward.” The slut mewled as Ryder freed his cock from his pants and fed it inch by inch into the omega, the thick pillar disappearing behind the omega’s stupid skirt and he imagined the sight of that wet, pink entrance swallowing the cock down all the way to the base. 

All. The. Way. 

The omega shuddered as he sat all the way down, even with the skirt, Wyatt could tell his ass was sitting prettily on Ryder's thighs.  “So deep, Daddy,” the slut moaned. “Feels so good in my little pussy.”

“Mm. I’m sitting all the way inside your womb, baby boy.”

Wyatt gritted his teeth, red hot jealousy skipping through his veins. When he looked at Nicholas, his jaw was also clenched, knowing he felt the same. It wasn’t every omega that could take an enigma through their cervix and into their womb, but when they did, that sucking tight second ring was like heaven. With how small he was, Ryder was definitely a good few inches inside that omega’s womb. Ryder really had gotten himself a grade-A slut. 

Still, he couldn’t help but stare, entranced, as the omega started bouncing, Ryder’s fingers gripping at his tiny waist as he forced him up and down his cock. The hem of his skirt flew up to reveal the pale but reddened bottoms of his plush ass and a few inches of Ryder’s slick cock with each bounce, shining with a wetness that could only come from a very wet pussy, and squelching like it too. 

Wyatt imagined himself in Ryder’s place, pounding into a hot wet pussy so hard his cock would be sloshing the slick and cum inside, and felt like his teeth would crack if he gritted any harder. He snarled, thrusting wildly into the omega girl riding him to take the edge off. He could hear Nicholas doing the same to his omega girl. She wailed and came, her pussy spasming around Wyatt’s cock but she didn’t squirt so he pulled her off and grabbed the brunette, almost feral with the urge to shove his cock in softer, wetter pussy meat. She’d also prepped herself while licking his cock so he went in fine, but she wasn’t any better. 

If it was Wyatt, he wouldn’t let a single day go by without fucking that omega raw. This was gonna feature in his wet dream for days, thinking about pinning down that snarling, fiery omega and raping him till he was crying for help, his squirting pink pussy sore and gaping as Wyatt took him again and again and again. Let alone this skirt, he wouldn’t let him wear anything. He’d have to crawl around the house naked with Wyatt’s cock in his hole. 

The sound of skin slapping on skin was loud inside the room, all three enigmas pounding away at their respective omegas, but only one was on each of their minds. 

Ryder’s slut was the first to reach his second orgasm, his hips stuttering as he tried to ride Ryder through it. “I came again, Daddy,” he mewled like the three of them hadn't seen the squirting shower of his orgasm. Wyatt wanted so badly to lick up the puddle of wetness on the couch that his teeth ached. It must taste divine. 

“Mm,” Ryder said huskily. “Daddy’s about to cum too, squeeze your pussy for me, baby boy.” 

The omega slapped his ass down against Ryder’s thighs with a wet plop and ground his hips in circles, milking the enigma’s cock like a seasoned whore. “Cum inside me,” he begged and a few beats later, the two of them watched as Ryder’s thighs tensed, knowing the enigma was cumming, probably flooding the slut with a womb full of it while he continued to ride his Daddy. 

After he’d finally milked out every last drop, the slut slumped against Ryder’s chest. “I wanna leave,” the slut pouted. “But I don’t want people to see your cum leak out of me…”

“You can’t hold it in?” 

The slut shook his head. “...There’s too much.” He looked down bashfully. “And you’ve fucked me so loose…”

Wyatt gnashed his teeth. Fucking…

“Okay, baby.” Ryder stood up, his hand smoothing down the slut’s skirt as he buried his face in Ryder’s neck. With the skirt in the way, if they didn’t already know, they wouldn’t be able to tell that the omega was still fully impaled on Ryder’s cock. “We’re leaving, I’ll see you guys later.” 

With that, he strode out of the room, his omega in tow. Not knowing that right before the door closed, the little slut had lifted his head and given them a coy smirk while mouthing bye bye. 

Oh man, if he ever got his hands on and his cock in that little shit, he’d make him scream. 

“Loki, huh?” Wyatt muttered as he watched them go. “I’ll fucking remember it.” 

*

“Had fun?” Ryder asked dryly once they were in the car. 

“Mm,” his omega purred, happy and smug. “Did you see the look in their eyes?”

“I did,” the enigma said. “I could tell they wanted to fuck you. Badly.”

Something in his tone caught Loki’s attention and he slithered into his Daddy’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck to stare into those lovely gray-gold eyes. Loki softened his gaze. “You know I only want you, Daddy,” he coaxed. “They know they could never have me, that’s why they were so mad.” He nuzzled at Ryder’s cheek, deciding to be honest. 

“I couldn’t bear it if they were gonna make fun of you because of me,” Loki said quietly. He stared at his Daddy’s sexy jawline, not quite ready to look at his expression. “Saying stuff like…your omega wasn’t that good because I wasn’t that pretty and didn’t have big boobs and wasn’t as sexy as the omegas that they could pull. I wanted to prove to them that you could pull omegas even better and sexier than they ever could.” He felt his Daddy grip him tightly and he kissed his Daddy’s cheek. 

“So you gave them a show?” his Daddy asked, his deep voice syrupy smooth in his ear. “Let them see what a slut you could be for me?” 

His omega laughed delightedly, now looking into his Daddy’s eyes once he knew he wasn’t really mad. “You played along,” he accused playfully. “And it worked! I was a bit scared for those other omegas - they looked so…intense.” 

“Don’t worry,” his Daddy said. “They won’t hurt them.” He may have found them disgusting but he wouldn’t keep coming to these meetings if Wyatt and Nicholas were trash enough to hurt innocent people physically. Emotionally, they’d left a trail of weeping omegas in their wake, but neither of them had ever hid their reputations so Ryder could hardly blame them. 

“Okay,” his omega chirped, trusting him. He yelped when a big hand smacked his ass. 

“Now let’s get home,” his Daddy growled, turning the car on as Loki tumbled back to his seat. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget their names.” 

Ah, still a bit jealous then. Well, he did want a good fucking. 

“Yes, Daddy!”

Chapter Text

Loki regretted coming to this party with his alphas. It was a gala thrown by some rich guy for some philanthropic cause to invite rich people to talk to each other about boring rich people topics while they barely pretended to care about said philanthropic cause. At least the Northern Bald Ibis was getting a few million dollars in donations.

He was really only here because he wanted to eat good food and also ogle his alphas in their sharp suits. And he had sacrificed so much and achieved none of these things. 

In fact, he was suffering. 

His mascara was itchy. His feet were pinched in his heels. The gala room was too stuffy and warm and outside was too cold and windy. His dress was so tight on his body, he feared if he ate anything at all, he’d burst it open. Not that there was any good food here, of course there wouldn’t be. It was instead all these tiny delicate snacks so people could politely decline them while chatting with people so they disappeared in one bite and tasted like nothing. 

And! The worst part was! He couldn’t even ogle his alphas!

His alphas were scattered around the room, mingling. With other charming and absolutely beautiful omega men and women who just had to ask and could you tell me and tell me more. Ryder was slightly better - surrounded by mostly other alphas who were keen to meet with a powerful enigma. But even then! Some of these men had their wives on their arms and they were staring at his man! The fucking nerve – 

Loki took a deep breath to calm himself. Not too deep; the dress didn’t allow for it. It was custom made by a designer that Ryder had arranged for him. It was lovely - blue to match his eyes, made of a silky material that felt like water on his skin. It was slit up one side to mid-thigh, imperative to lengthen a petite frame and show off his long legs, the designer had emphasized. The dress was a low v-neck, also per the recommendation of the designer, to take advantage of his small bust without hiding it, paired with a low scooped back to show off his lovely, pale skin, and cinched to accentuate his tiny waist. 

He had really…relied too much on the designer’s opinion and recommendations. Of course he did! What in fuck all did Loki, a formerly lower-middle class working omega know about couture gowns? About formal wear in general? 

And the designer hadn’t been wrong. He had looked amazing in the mirror and the designer had gotten his measurements very accurate. So accurate, that there was not a centimeter more fabric around his waist than needed for him to breathe. He also felt very exposed in the front. The dress was taped to him on either side to make sure nothing was exposed but Loki still felt like it could… shift at any moment and make him the absolute laughingstock of the room. 

Not that anyone was paying attention to him, he thought sourly. In a room full of glittering men and women, Loki wasn’t really very eye-catching and he didn’t know how to…to be brazenly noticeable like the omegas throwing themselves at his alphas like…like hussies! 

Pouting and annoyed, the omega swiped a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and decided to brave the cold outside. Goosebumps immediately popped up on his skin and he shivered, but he didn’t feel like turning back now. 

He leaned on the balcony, staring up at the luminous moon as he sipped his champagne, feeling like a forlorn heroine in some regency fantasy novel. Forsaken by her uncaring lover, she sits staring at the moon, feeling lonely until a dashing young man comes and sweeps her off her feet. 

“It’s a lovely moon, isn’t it?” 

Jolted out of his fantasizing, Loki whipped around to see a young alpha step outside, a smile on his handsome face. He nodded a greeting at Loki as he approached and then tilted his head to also look at the moon when he reached the balcony. 

Loki almost laughed out loud. Young and dashing, two for two. Not that the man was here to sweep him off his feet. 

“Mm, it is quite beautiful,” Loki replied politely. The two of them stood in comfortable silence until a gust of wind made Loki shiver again. 

“Cold?” The man noticed and shook off his jacket, putting it around his shoulders. “You’re terribly underdressed for this weather.” 

Is this…inappropriate? Loki wondered as he stared at the alpha who just smiled kindly at him, no trace of any ulterior motive in his eyes. He was probably overthinking. Loki had rarely ever been approached by an alpha in that way before, why would one start noticing him now? He shouldn’t be arrogant enough to think that any kind gesture was an overture just because he was now a taken omega. Rebuffing the alpha’s innocent kindness would just make Loki look like an uppity bitch too full of himself. …And he was cold. He could just return the jacket when either of them decided to leave. 

“Thank you,” Loki said quietly, tugging at the jacket to better wrap it around his shoulders. “It’s cold out here, but it was too stuffy inside. I don’t know how everyone is keeping their suit jacket on.” 

The alpha laughed. “It is a struggle,” he admitted. “A lot of it is propriety, but I’d wager a decent bunch are forced to keep theirs on or else they’ll expose that they’ve sweated through their dress shirts.” 

Loki couldn’t help but laugh at the image. He’d definitely seen a few alphas and betas inside sweating at the brow but still refusing to take their jackets off.

“Are you not having fun at the gala tonight?” the alpha asked and Loki hummed, supporting his chin on his hands as he leaned his elbows on the balcony. 

“Not particularly.”

“Ah, not a fan of the Northern Bald Ibis?” 

Loki laughed. “Never heard of her before today.” He pursed his lips in thought for a moment and decided to just be honest. It was just a kind stranger who he’d never see again anyway. “I just…barely know anyone here and don’t know how to fit in.” Outside of his alphas, Loki wasn’t great at social interaction in general, let alone the complicated conversational dance these people were doing inside. And he didn’t have the charm or the looks or the fame to have people overlook his awkwardness. 

“Mm, a shame,” the alpha said. “Well, my name is Theo, so now you do know someone. If you’d like, I can introduce you to some others as well.” 

“O-Oh.” Loki weighed the offer in his head. He didn’t know how much longer the gala would go on for and he’d be cold and bored just staring at the moon. Maybe it’d be okay to just talk to some people. “I guess that’d be nice…um…I’m Loki.” He put his hand out for a handshake. 

“A pleasure,” Theo said. But instead of shaking it, he took Loki’s hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it like a gentleman to a maiden from the same regency fantasy he’d just been imagining. Loki stared, wide-eyed and confused, and Theo laughed at his bewildered expression. “It’s a more common greeting at these types of things, from an alpha to an omega. A bit old-fashioned, but that’s how these things go.”

“Oh…” That seemed to make sense. Loki kind of understood why they used to wear gloves for these sorts of things. The back of his hand was a bit wet and tingly now. “I see…”

Theo swept an arm towards the balcony door. “After you, Loki.” 

Loki huffed a laugh. Really, the regency fantasy was just getting realer and realer. He did a mock curtsy to Theo’s amusement and then headed for the door, Theo at his heels. 

Once inside the stuffy room, he slipped Theo’s jacket off and returned it to him with a small thank you. Theo waved away his thanks and put it back on before leading him with a hand on his waist to a gaggle of alphas chatting in a corner of the room. 

“I’ve returned, friends,” Theo said as they joined the circle. “And I’ve brought a new friend with me.” 

Loki nodded his head shyly when they all turned to look at him. “Hello…I’m Loki.” He extended a hand and one of them took it and kissed the back. 

“James, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Another one took his hand when James stepped back and did the same, introducing himself as Gilbert. This went on until all five alphas had introduced themselves. Loki felt like the back of his hand was a bit wet but he didn’t want to wipe it on his expensive dress so he tried to ignore it. He’d also forgotten most of their names already despite them just introducing themselves, the social genius that he was. He hoped he could mask it well enough that they couldn’t tell. 

“...Pleasure to make your acquaintances.” The words felt weird as they rolled off his tongue, probably because Loki was a peasant used to saying “Nice to meet you” instead. He panicked inside a little as he tried to think of a conversation topic so that the conversation didn’t go silent just because he’d joined. 

Thankfully, James did it for him. “Is that Cavalli you’re wearing?” he asked and Loki blinked, surprised to hear the name of his designer. 

“Ah…yes,” he said, smoothing down his dress self-consciously. 

“You look lovely in it,” another of the alphas said. “As you should. Cavalli costs a fortune. The blue really makes your eyes pop.” The other alphas, including Theo, chorused in agreement. 

Loki blushed from the compliment. “Ah…thank you.” He fidgeted a little with his hands before he decided to just say it. “I…I hope I’m not intruding on your conversation.”

The alphas immediately shook their heads to reassure him. “Of course not! To be honest with you, we were worried we wouldn’t get to talk to any omegas today,” Gilbert said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “There’s…quite a few extremely handsome alphas in attendance today, not to mention the enigma…we can’t really compare.” 

Loki could kind of relate. “There’s a lot of gorgeous omegas too,” he sighed. “Hope you’re okay just talking to little old me,” he joked. 

The alphas laughed. “We’re honored,” Theo said. His tone turned cheeky and he winked at Loki. “If you’re fishing for compliments though, we could probably supply you a whole sea of them.” 

Loki blushed and waved his hands. “No, no, that’s fine.”

“I haven’t even talked to my sister all night,” said one. “She’s too busy trying to talk to the alpha of her dreams.” 

“Which one?” another asked. 

“The supermodel - Damien. She’s got loads of magazines and ads that feature him and she was practically going mad when she heard he was invited and would be attending. Looks like she made it into the innermost circle around him. Not a small feat.” 

A zing of jealousy went through him when he heard that, but he mostly felt pride. That was his man! One of them, at any rate. Loki felt a smile tug at his lips. 

“He’s got tattoos, doesn’t he?” James said. “My cousin was always going on and on about how she didn’t like alphas with tattoos, but just earlier she told me she was smitten with an alpha here covered in them!” 

“Luka, right? My father’s been trying for years to snag one of his pieces.” Gilbert joined in. “They do look good on him.” He sighs. “Omegas all love the bad boys.”

“Not necessarily! My older sister’s been infatuated all night by that smiling alpha built like a brick wall.”

“Aidan? The former star player of the Raptors? He took them to four world championships before he retired! I’d go for him too, to be honest. I cried all night when he announced his retirement.”

“If I were an omega, I’d go for the enigma. He’s got what they’ve all got in spades! Looks, wealth, power, anything an omega could want.”

The others bantered about, all discussing who they would want if they were omegas. Loki just listened, bemused, as they all took turns picking which of his alphas they liked best.

“What about you, Loki, you’re an omega. Who would you pick?” Theo asked gently, nudging him. He was standing so close that his nudge tickled at Loki’s feathery bangs.

“Ah…” Loki flushed when their attention turned to him. “I mean all of them are great?”

Gilbert slumped. “With options like these, who would pick someone like us?”

All of their faces fell. At their forlorn expressions, Loki laughed, extending a hand to comfortingly pat at Gilbert’s shoulder. “Don’t worry! When I was younger, I always dreamed of mating someone just like you guys, the next door type y’know?”

“Oh?” a voice drawled next to his ear. “And is that still true?”

*

James gulped as the four handsome alphas, including the enigma , that they were just gossiping about converged around their little circle. His friends were in the same situation as him, sweating slightly and wondering why on earth these alphas had decided to join them. Even though James couldn’t tell why, the alphas seemed extremely displeased and the air had turned heavy and uncomfortable. It didn’t help that most of the ballroom’s attention, previously on these four, were now all on them.

“Ah…hello there,” he said, clearing his throat to break the ice. Etiquette was always good in times of uncertainty. “I’m James.” He extended his hand for a handshake. For a moment, the alphas seemed like they were going to ignore him, but then Aidan (who was terrifying when he wasn’t smiling) took his hand and shook it briefly, his hand crushing James’ in his own.

“Aidan.”

James took his slightly throbbing hand back and hid it behind his back. The rest of them didn’t seem keen to make their greetings so there was an awkward silence until the first alpha, the tattooed one who was smiling but not in a way that meant he was happy, spoke again. 

“Is omega going to answer me?”

Loki blinked and averted his eyes. “I…”

James quite liked Loki. It was no wonder why Theo had obviously taken a shine to him. He wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but he was remarkably pretty with stunning eyes that matched his stunning dress. He seemed a bit shy and awkward but he flushed easily at compliments and was generally quite pleasant. He also was exactly Theo’s type - long legged with a tiny waist that Theo had been continuously touching as they chatted although the omega didn’t seem to notice. And even James and his mates were hard pressed not to stare at the enticing strip of skin and the glimpses of Loki’s breasts bared by the omega’s low cut neckline.

So of course Theo would want to play the knight even in the face of these intimidating alphas. 

“Why does he have to answer you?” Theo demanded, tugging Loki back till he was slightly behind him. 

Loki’s eyes widened and he gently touched Theo’s back with hesitant fingertips. “No, Theo…that’s–“

That somehow displeased the alphas even more. James tried not to sway at the pressure building under their presences.

“Don’t worry,” Theo cut him off, somehow immune. The power of a crush?  “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

Loki looked confused. The tattooed alpha was still smiling, even more scarily, but he arched an eyebrow at Loki. The omega glanced at James and his mates who were all frozen and furrowed his brow. 

“I mean…they are the type I would go for if I wasn’t mated.”

Theo spun around at that. “You’re mated?” James could hear the shock and disappointment in his voice and felt bad for his friend.

Loki blinked rapidly, lashes fluttering. “Ah…I…yes?”

“Was that a question?” growled one of the alphas. James recognized him as the model that Dylan’s sister was obsessed with. 

Loki seemed more and more confused. “…No?”

The tallest of them, the enigma, clicked his tongue irritably. “We’re leaving.”

“Oh!” Loki visibly brightened which made the alphas noticeably less tense, slightly easing the uncomfortable atmosphere. The omega sidestepped Theo who was still frozen and approached James and the rest of them. “Um, it was nice meeting you guys.” 

“Of course,” James said faintly, returning Loki’s wave. Loki then turned to Theo, touching him lightly on the arm, and the atmosphere soared back up to a hundred again. James wanted to weep.

“Bye, Theo! Thanks for the jacket–oh!”

Aidan had swept Loki up into a princess carry. “Okay, that’s enough, we’re leaving now.”

James watched, and the whole room watched, as Loki was carried away. 

“Wait…so he’s not mated to someone like us?” Gilbert asked, confused. 

James, ….

He didn’t even know how to begin to explain how fucking obvious it was that Loki wasn’t mated to someone like them. He was mated to the four goddamn out-of-this-world gorgeous alphas that all their family members, and even themselves , were gaga-ing over, for god’s sake. Why else would they have been here, pissing like animals to mark their territory?

James went over and touched Theo’s shoulder who was numbly staring in the direction they’d gone. “Bad luck, mate.” His friend might be good looking, but against three devastatingly handsome alphas and an enigma, he’d never stood a chance.

*

Ryder growled at the limo driver to close the partition, his normally mellow voice sharp and cold. The driver immediately did so and then it was just Loki and his alphas in the back. 

“Mmph!” Loki was immediately crowded against the back seat of the limo, a bruising kiss pressed to his lips in a silent but emphatic order to stay put. “Wait–“

“No waiting,” Damien growled from Loki’s left as he aggressively kissed and bit down the length of Loki’s neck, hands digging into the dips of Loki’s waist. Luka’s hands were already reaching into the deep neckline of the dress and pushing the fabric to the sides so he could grope at his exposed breasts. His mouth latched onto the nearest nipple the second it was exposed, his tongue swirling over the bud.

The four of them had planned to wait until they got home to rip the dress off their delectable mate but that wasn’t an option anymore. Not with the wild possessiveness boiling in their blood while their omega remained naively clueless.

He didn’t know that the four men had been seething since Loki had come into the ballroom wearing another alpha’s jacket, then was led by said alpha with a hand on his waist, to another group of alphas who then proceeded to make their omega blush and giggle. That damn alpha had also conveniently kept his hand on their omega’s waist and then tried to block their way when they had had enough and came to retrieve their omega. Loki had only inflamed them further by touching the stupid bastard before leaving.

“But–ah!” Loki whipped his head around to stare as Ryder ripped the slit of his dress all the way to his hip. “You–that dress was expensive!”

“I paid for it,” Ryder growled, his hand gripping Loki’s chin as he loomed above him and gave him a bruising kiss. “And with the way you were looking in it, it wasn’t ever going to come out unscathed by the end of the night.”

“That’s…sh-shit–“ Taking advantage of the rip, Aidan had dropped to his knees and quickly manhandled Loki out of his thong so that it dangled from one ankle and then shoved his head between Loki’s legs to start voraciously eating him out beneath his dress. The omega moaned as Aidan’s tongue dug deep into his folds, the hot muscle slick against his soaked entrance.

So suddenly beset on all sides by his suddenly feral alphas, Loki’s head spun, thoughts evaporating like steam. It was only when Ryder started to take off his jacket that Loki’s horny brain had a clear thought. 

“No!” He grabbed the hem of Ryder's jacket to stop him. All movement stopped and four sets of eyes turned to him in sync. Loki tugged at the fabric in his hand shyly. “Don’t take it off…”

Sue him! He hadn’t gotten to appreciate the view of his alphas in their suits at the party! He definitely didn’t want to miss getting fucked by them in their suits. 

Ryder smirked. “You want the suits on?”

Loki pouted. “You all look good in them. I barely got to appreciate the view at the party.”

Luka pressed Loki’s other hand to his chest. “Kitten, you could have looked all you wanted if you came to find us.”

Loki huffed. “Like I would’ve been able to get within 10 feet of you with all those omegas surrounding you.”

Luka’s eyes shone, manic. “Were you jealous, kitten?”

Loki didn’t answer, but his traitorous flush did it for him.

His four alphas groaned and Loki spluttered. “I didn’t say anything!”

“Sure, princess,” Damien said, his lips dragging against Loki’s earlobe. The atmosphere was still heated but not as charged as before, their territorial instincts eased by their omega’s reciprocal possessiveness. “The suits can stay, but this needs to go.” A flurry of hands descended to efficiently strip the omega out of his dress, laying it down on the floor like a makeshift carpet. 

Naked as the day he was born, the omega watched with shining eyes as his alphas slowly unbuckled their belts and undid their pants, their cocks springing out from the confines. Loki’s mouth couldn’t help but water and he swallowed thickly, his thighs squeezing together as his core pulsed with desire.

“Someone give him some cock,” Aidan groaned as he gripped his erection. “Look at him gagging for it.” 

That sounded amazing. Loki licked his lips. “P-Please…” 

Just that tiny beg had them moving like a hivemind. Aidan laid down on the floor, hooking his calves on the seat, and dragged the omega down by his hips so only his head was left resting on the seat. The alpha guided the omega’s pelvis down to sheath himself inside the omega’s wet cunt. Luka and Damien were on either side of him, each holding a leg to keep him spread wide and ready for Aidan’s use, and pulled his hands to their cocks. Ryder kneeled above him on the seat and fed his cock inside Loki’s mouth, tilting the omega’s head back so he could slide it even further down his throat. 

The omega’s head went foggy at the onslaught of sensation, lost in the tide of pleasure as he was filled from above and below, both of his hands full of pulsing, throbbing flesh as his alphas fucked into the clench of his grip, slicked with the amount of pre they’d leaked. He couldn’t even moan his pleasure, could only gurgle incoherently around his Daddy’s cock as the man slowly fucked it deep into his throat, his large hand gripping Loki’s neck just under his chin to keep him where he wanted him.  

Aidan panted as he snapped his hips up to bounce the omega on his cock, his neck muscles straining as he lifted his head to fix his eyes on where his cock was disappearing between the omega’s thighs, the pink petals of his pussy straining obscenely around his girth as he pushed past them to get to the deepest, softest parts of his cunt. The squelching channel of his omega’s pussy felt incredible around his cock, squeezing and gripping him jealously like it was loath to part with his cock each time he pulled out. Aidan slid his cock out to thwack it against the omega’s swollen, red clit until Loki was squirting, groaning low around the cock in his mouth as he spurted over Aidan’s stomach. He almost choked when Aidan shoved his cock back inside immediately after, delighting in the gushy slide of omega cum. 

Luka had gripped his own fist around Loki’s small hand and was roughly forcing the omega’s hand up and down his shaft at a rapid pace. His other hand kneaded at Loki’s breast, the tip of his nipple pinched in between the space of two knuckles. The smooth, blunted points of the piercings dragged roughly against the omega’s palm. Loki squeezed even tighter just to hear his alpha grit out a husky fuck, his cock pulsing and throbbing against Loki’s hand as he increased the pressure.

In contrast, he was gentler with Damien, who was biting his lip as Loki used his fingers to play with his tip, stroking his thumb over the wet slit where pre was beading out to coax out even more. “Ah…princess…don’t tease…nngh…” He thrusted his hips so that the tip slid past the ring of Loki’s fist and the head of it kissed against Loki’s other nipple. He saw the soft pink tip tighten as it made contact, his pre smearing across it to make it look wet and juicy, and it was so erotic that he couldn’t help but keep thrusting and rubbing his cockhead against it just to see it tighten up further into a little hard nub. 

It was a sweatshow of an orgy as the four of them rutted, fucked, and humped against their omega’s body, taking their pleasure from his soft skin and supple flesh until they were all panting and covered in sweat. Tears began to trickle down from the corners of Loki’s eyes as every part of his body suffered from their attentions only to be gently wiped away by his Daddy, still a hot and heavy presence in his mouth that he suckled desperately on to try to keep himself grounded.

Between his thighs, Loki’s fully bloomed clit was a shining pink jewel, trembling and vulnerable and helpless to resist when Damien reached out to touch it, sending streaks of lightning up Loki’s spine until he fell over the cliff and they all followed like dominoes after. Aidan groaned as Loki’s pussy clamped down and forced him into blowing his load, the omega’s inner walls squeezing and milking him for every last drop as they came together. Ryder followed suit not long after, the enigma quietly groaning as he released inside the omega’s throat. Damien and Luka both came within seconds of each other, spilling thick, viscous cum all over the omega’s chest and belly. 

Loki coughed as Ryder slid his cock out of his mouth, eyes dazed and limbs limp and pliable from his orgasm. His red mouth was parted as he breathed, streaked with a little bit of white cum on the tip of his cupid’s bow. “Nngh…more…”

Each alpha cursed and Ryder lifted him up like a ragdoll into his lap as he sat down on the seat. He spread his thighs to force Loki into spreading his and Ryder guided his cock inside the omega’s soaking, fucked-open hole. It swallowed him up easily, Aidan’s cum slicking the way for him, until he hit the barrier of the omega’s cervix. Like an old friend, Ryder’s cockhead ground against the little fleshy opening and then bullied its way past to make itself at home in the omega’s womb, the omega’s ass forced flush against the enigma’s thighs as his trembling body was forced to accept the enigma’s massive cock to the hilt. 

“Ahh! Haah…oh god…oh fuck…” Loki babbled, his head lolling backward as his Daddy began to bounce him on his cock, his ass smacking against the enigma’s clothed thighs as he was hauled up and down his cock like a human fleshlight. The stretch was delicious, the enigma’s cock splitting him wide open and pressing against every spot inside his pussy, including the one that made him see stars. “Nnngh, fuck…so big…haah…”

His alphas crowded around him, Aidan and Luka adding in their strength to lift Loki further up each time until he was being slammed down on practically the full length of the cock each time, his cervix practically a negligible barrier as the cockhead pierced past it each time with the combined strength of his mates. Damien kneeled in front of Loki, his phone pulled out and recording while pointed directly at where Ryder’s cock was disappearing inside the omega’s obscenely stretched cunt, little sprays of wet dribbling down to the floor to splatter on the ruined dress. 

Loki made a choked out sound when Ryder slammed him down one last time, whimpering and twitching in place as Ryder filled him up with another hot load of cum. At the same time, Ryder used his thumb to press meanly against his clit to force the wailing omega into cumming as well, his pussy throbbing around the cock inside him as aftershocks ripped through him.

Luka groaned as cum spilled from the omega’s gaping pussy when Ryder finally slid out. “Fuck…your pussy is wrecked.” He grabbed Loki by the hips as Ryder passed the limp omega over, manhandling the omega into his own lap with Loki’s back against his chest. “Oh we’re not done here yet, kitten. Dami and I haven’t gotten our turns yet.” Luka stuck two fingers inside experimentally, amazed at how wide he could scissor them. The lips of the omega’s pussy, stretched from two rounds, were yet to be able to close back up, and cum leaked freely from between his fingers as he fucked them in and out, the omega jerking in his lap as he made little crying noises. “Fuck, look at you, kitten. Such a sexy little hole.” He slid his fingers out, marveled at the mess smeared on his skin, and stuck them in his own mouth. 

Loki mustered the power to shakily sit up and squeeze his thighs together to prevent any more touching of his abused cunt. “No…can’t…I’m gonna break–ahh!” Luka had wrapped his arms around Loki’s closed legs under his knees to push them up, gripped his cock, and fed it right back inside his creamy hole. “Haah…unnngh….b-bastard…” 

Luka humped wildly, the slide smooth and easy from how open and wet the omega was. Slowly, the omega’s legs fell open again as the cock moved inside him, metal scraping at his tender insides. Luka adjusted his grip to keep them open, still snapping his hips until Loki was sobbing as he squirted, his body jerking from the sensitivity.

“C-Can’t…no…more…”

“You’re really not going to last another round?” Loki shook his head frantically and Luka faux-sighed, turning them both sideways, as he looked over at their audience. “Let’s make this count then. Get over here, pretty boy.” 

Loki’s eyes shot open as Damien crawled onto the seat and hooked his legs over Luka’s so that Loki was sitting in the cradle of both their laps. “W-Wait…that’s too mu-uch!” Loki knocked his head back against Luka’s clothed shoulder as Damien lined himself up and hitched his hips forward to slide his cock inside just above Luka’s. The both of them held still as Loki threw his arms around Damien’s neck and shuddered between them, his pussy tight like a vice around them both as he adjusted. They could see the clear outline of Damien’s cock in the omega’s lower belly where they had stuffed him so full, it was noticeably bulging. “F-Fuckers…”

Aidan whistled and zoomed in on the pussy now stuffed full with two cocks, having taken over filming after Damien was summoned. “Fuck, that’s hot.” Ryder made a noise of agreement from the other side of the limo where he was sitting and fisting his cock lazily as he watched with hungry eyes.

“You were the one who said you weren’t going to last another round,” Luka reminded him. “How else was Dami going to get his turn?” 

Loki didn’t bother responding to him as he tried to catch his breath. After the initial stretch and the uncomfortable feeling of being too full, heat was beginning to swirl in his stomach again. He looked down where he could see the bulge of his belly and a glimpse of where his alphas were splitting him open. He clamped down experimentally and fire licked along his veins as just that slight movement had his alphas groaning loudly in pleasure. 

The two alphas kept a keen eye on their omega as he untensed in increments, and then they both began shallowly fucking into their omega in turns, moaning as their cocks rubbed against each other in the tight grip of Loki’s cunt. 

“Hah…if you’re gonna break, this is the best way to go, right, princess?” Damien breathed before he captured Loki’s parted lips in a kiss, their lips moving together stickily as Loki panted into his mouth. The omega stared at his alpha with lustful eyes, dizzy with need as his pussy throbbed, the slight movements of the cocks inside not enough to scratch the itch burning in his core.

“H-Harder…” their cockslut omega whispered and the two alphas growled as they began moving their hips in earnest, setting up a punishing pace. 

Luka groaned and bit down into the omega’s shoulder as the tight walls throbbed around his length, the velvet-slick skin of his packmate’s cock sliding over his own. “Fuck, ‘m not gonna last. Rub his clit, D.”

Damien wasn’t faring much better, breathing raggedly as he reached a hand down between the omega’s shaking legs to his swollen clit. Loki sobbed as fingers touched his oversensitive nub, his hips flexing and jerking erratically as he futilely tried to flinch away from the contact. He tried to move his numb lips and speak through a mouth of saliva. “G’nna…c-cum…ohhh!” 

Sensing their omega’s impending orgasm, the two of them shoved inside right as Loki came, just in time to feel his inner walls clamping down on the both of them. Luka threw his head back with a rough cry while Damien muffled his groan by pressing his lips against the omega’s neck, the both of them lost to sensation as they pumped the omega full.

Damien slid out first, followed by Luka who lifted the limp omega up to sit him on the floor atop his cum-spattered dress so he could rest his head on the seat. The omega closed his eyes and pulled his knees to his chest as he recovered. “Still with us, kitten?” 

Loki opened his eyes blearily to stare at the ceiling. “How are we…not home yet…?” 

Luka barked a laugh. “We’ve been driving in circles for a while now, probably time to tip this driver a shitload of cash.” 

Loki closed his eyes, pained. “Fuck, that’s embarrassing.”

Ryder snorted as he tossed Damien a bottle of water from the limo mini fridge. “If people weren’t allowed to fuck in the limo, this service would lose half their clientele.” 

Damien twisted the cap open and offered it to Loki who drank it greedily before staring at Aidan who was staring at a particularly dangerous place as he licked his lips. When Aidan met his eyes, he smiled innocently. “Just a little show, omega, please?”

Loki felt, more than saw, the rest of his alphas perk up at the request and sighed. “I’m going to safeword if any of you even think about licking me or touching me before we get home,” he warned and Aidan nodded vigorously. 

“Swear I won’t,” he promised and Loki sighed again before he spread his thighs open and leaned back so his alphas, now crowding back around him, and the stupid damn recording phone could take a good look at his swollen, fucked open cunt and the tender pink flesh visible between the parted lips. Cum dripped steadily from his used hole, slightly gaping and still twitching from aftershocks. Under their intense gazes, it convulsed again, leaking a huge glob of cum so thick it oozed. 

I’m not allowed to lick or touch until we get home, Aidan chanted in his head as he swallowed thickly, knowing his packmates were probably all thinking the same thing. Not until we get home. 

(Loki only realizes his mistake after they get home and by then, it’s too late to take it back.)

Chapter Text

Aidan entered in their door passcode, glad to be finally home after a day at work. 

As he inputted the last beeps, he heard the sound of familiar footsteps scurrying closer and smiled fondly to himself before pushing the door open. 

“I’m home,” he called, eyes landing on his omega who stood in their entryway. He was dressed in what looked like one of Ryder’s shirts. He couldn’t tell if he was wearing underwear since the oversized tee fell down to his thighs, but his legs were bare, and one bare lovely shoulder was exposed from where the collar was too big. He also wasn’t wearing a bra; Aidan could see the soft peaks of his bare nipples through the fabric.

Expecting his usual hug, Aidan raised an eyebrow when the omega only stood there and then scrunched his nose. 

“You stink,” Loki scowled before running away, disappearing into the living room. 

Aidan sniffed himself. He was sweaty from the gym, but the smell of his sweat had never bothered Loki before. And with all of their intense bedroom activities, Loki was no stranger to his sweat.

Still, he had planned to take a shower anyway so he cheerfully padded to their master bathroom. 

He left the door open as he usually did so he wasn’t surprised when he heard the soft padding of feet into the bathroom. Aidan grinned at his omega who was unsubtly ogling him through the glass wall of the shower. 

“Just here to look?” he teased.

Loki didn’t respond but Aidan could feel eyes following the water sluicing across his broad pectorals and his cut six pack and trailing down his carved v-lines to the thick cock between his legs. 

Aidan laughed when the eyes stopped at his cock and didn't leave for a good while. He could feel his cock stiffening under the attention. 

“You should leave if you don’t want to get wet,” Aidan warned playfully. “I’ll pull you in here and fuck you up against the shower wall, clothes or not.”

Loki almost seemed to consider it for a second before he turned and ran out of the bathroom. 

Aidan shook his head and laughed. Maybe Loki wasn’t game for shower sex today but he’d have him one way or another. 

He took his time washing, unhurried. As he washed, he daydreamed about what his omega might be wearing under his shirt. Was it something lacy or stringy? Simple cotton panties? Was he deliciously bare? His thoughts inevitably strayed dirtier and dirtier and his cock, previously half hard, straightened to full hardness by the time his shower ended. He didn’t bother with it, knowing his omega would be expecting it outside. 

After mostly drying himself, Aidan wrapped one towel around his waist and used another to rub at his wet hair as he stepped into the bedroom. 

As expected, Loki was waiting on the bed, swinging his legs, and perked up when he came out. 

“Alpha,” he said, jumping up and finally giving Aidan his welcome back hug. 

“Sweetheart,” Aidan cooed, wrapping his arms around his omega, sniffing at his soft hair. “I was wondering when I was gonna get this hug.”

The omega pulled back and wrinkled his nose. “You were stinky.”

“You never cared about sweat before.”

Loki scowled. “You smelled like perfume.”

“Oh.” Aidan couldn’t help the dopey grin that spread on his face. After retiring as a professional athlete, Aidan now worked as a personal trainer at an exclusive gym for celebrities and wealthy clients. His looks and his demeanor made him a popular choice for many omegas.

Loki’s scowl deepened. “‘Oh’? The fuck you smiling at?” 

“Nothing~” Aidan sang, bringing the omega back into his embrace. He could feel the soft swell of the omega’s breasts pressing into his chest. 

His omega wasn’t letting it go though, his metaphorical feathers fully ruffled from Aidan’s nonchalant response. 

“Well?” He didn’t make Aidan let go but he tilted his head up to glare at him with narrowed blue eyes, demanding an explanation. 

Aidan laughed and soothingly rubbed the omega’s back. “Aww, you know I have to work with omega clients, sweetheart.” 

“But they should know you’re taken! Why are they close enough to leave their smell on you?” 

“They do know, sweetheart, but I do have to touch them sometimes when I’m training with them.” 

They knew, of course, but it didn’t stop them from touching or wanting to be touched. And they certainly tried to take all the advantages they could, no matter how professional Aidan tried to keep it. He drew the line at clients who tried to make passes below the belt. That area was only meant for his omega.

“You–” his omega pouted and mashed his face into Aidan’s pec, gnawing angrily at the skin there and leaving a red mark. 

“You know I love you the most, sweetheart,” Aidan murmured, gladly taking the small, petulant punishment. “Don’t want anybody else but you.” 

Loki stopped his chewing. “Yeah?” he asked, a hint of rare uncertainty surfacing. 

Aidan hooked one arm under each of Loki’s thighs, lifted him up, and carried him to the bed. 

“Shall I prove it to you?” 

Loki leaned back and spread his legs, the shirt riding up to reveal he was bare beneath it. The omega slid his fingers to his pussy and massaged the pink petals before using two fingers to spread himself apart for his alpha’s eyes. They dilated instantly at the sight, the black swallowing all of the iris. Loki felt powerful, his confidence returning at the clear lust for him reflected in those pupils. “Mm, prove it to me.” 

Aidan sank to his knees next to the bed between Loki’s spread legs and hungrily kissed those puffy cunt lips, sliding his tongue between Loki’s fingers to lick inside his clenching hole. 

“Mmmph!” Loki threw his head back, as his alpha’s talented tongue invaded his core, sending lightning licking up his spine. “Fuck…Aidan…shit….haaaah…” His pussy was getting wetter and wetter, slick dripping from his cunt and getting slurped into Aidan’s mouth almost faster than he could produce it. “Does my pussy taste good?” 

Aidan moaned. “Tastes divine, sweetheart.” He lapped at the fluttering folds. “I could spend the rest of my life between your legs.”

Loki moved his hand from his pussy to slide into Aidan’s hair. The strands were still slightly damp and Loki petted them back before gripping them, pushing his alpha even closer to his pussy and using his hips to hump against Aidan’s face. “Yeah? You’d better. This is the only pussy you get to eat for the rest of your life.” 

Aidan shuddered and pressed his face deeper, tongue swirling up a frenzy as he grew drunk on Loki’s taste. Heaven was here on earth, between Loki’s thighs with his tongue buried in soft, wet pussy. “Fuck, sweetheart, you really–”

“Nnngh…make me cum? I wanna squirt on your face.”

Aidan growled, sealed his lips over Loki’s clitoral hood, and sucked at the red bud within. Loki cried out as he squirted, liquid flooding out and drenching Aidan’s lips and chin before he pressed his mouth against his pussy, drinking it straight from the source. 

Once his quivering cunt stopped spraying, Loki used his grip on Aidan’s hair to drag him up for a filthy kiss, lips mashing together and tongues tangling. Aidan tasted like himself but also like Loki’s cum and slick, just the way he wanted. 

“Now, if any of those omegas come near you or steal a kiss, they’ll have to smell me on your skin and taste me in your mouth,” Loki snarled, blue eyes flashing. “Let them know once and for all, you’re mine.” 

Aidan moaned. “Yes, sweetheart,” he panted. “I’m all yours. Nobody else. Fuck, you’ve ruined me, how could I want anyone else after you?” 

He thinks he’d die if he could never put his mouth back over that glorious pussy. And his fiery omega…he’d gladly rip his own heart out for Loki to feast on if he so wished. If it made Loki happy, Aidan could walk into hell with both eyes open and a smile on his face. With that depth of love, how could any other omega compare?

Loki looked at the cock bobbing between Aidan’s thighs from where the towel had fallen off. It was a dark angry red, looking fit to burst. 

“You wanna fuck me?” Loki asked, his hands cupping Aidan’s face and stroking at his hair. “You wanna stick your cock in my pussy?” 

“Yes, please, please, please, please,” the alpha begged, pushing himself up and closer to the omega, face turned up in supplication. “I’ll fuck you so good, make your pussy squirt so much, please, please–” Loki cut him off with a rough kiss and pushed him back down to the floor. When Aidan scrambled back to him, he kept him at bay with a dainty foot pressed to his chest. His stupid, besotted alpha only held it in both hands and kissed gently at the sole before kissing each delicate toe, his eyes still looking pleadingly at Loki.

Loki felt electrified with the power he had over this gorgeous, masculine, powerful hunk of a man that only had eyes for him. All that rippling, tanned muscle and he was still just putty in Loki’s hands. God, how could he not be wet all the fucking time.

The omega slipped off his t-shirt, throwing it away somewhere. He then stood up and turned around with his legs spread and his back to his alpha. He leaned forward to plant his arms on the bed, making sure the alpha had a good view of his wet, dripping pussy. 

He twisted his head to look at his alpha. “Well, hurry up then,” he said bossily, belied slightly by the embarrassed flush spreading across his cheeks.

Aidan hastily shot to his feet to get to the omega. He gave himself one last moment to admire the soon-to-be wrecked cunt, placing one last reverent kiss right against the seam of those blushing lips before he pressed three fingers inside, hissing quietly at the way the omega’s tender insides swallowed and mouthed hungrily at his fingers. Loki moaned, arching his back and rocking his hips as he was stretched. Aidan crooked his fingers, brushing the pads of them unerringly against Loki’s sweet spot until the omega crumbled to pieces, cumming messily over his fingers until his arm was drenched to the elbow. Aidan fingerfucked him through it, the pressure so tight and slick around his fingers that he almost couldn’t bear to wait any longer to experience it around his cock. The last straw was the omega turning his head to catch his eye, a little kitten tongue peeking out to lick at his lips.

"C'mon, don't you want to be inside?"

With a growl, Aidan grabbed Loki by the ass, lined himself up, and shoved his cock balls deep inside the wet depths. He waited the three seconds it took for Loki to seize at the intrusion before relaxing and then he was off like a rocket, viciously pounding into his pussy. His heavy sack smacked against Loki’s clit with each thrust and Loki clenched his fists in the sheets, groaning as he was relentlessly fucked open on the thick shaft. His breasts swayed as they rocked together and one of Aidan's hands left his ass to grip one in his palm, his finger rubbing over the tight nipple just to make Loki squirm and tremble.

“F-Fuck…haah…alpha…uunnghh,” he slurred. Each slide carved him open, his walls forced to make room for his alpha. Hot flesh rubbed against his g-spot, smacked against his clit, and stimulated the little gate of his cervix. He looked down between his legs and caught sight of the thick cock disappearing inside him, his delicate lips stretched taut around the girth as his pussy swallowed it whole. The view was so lewd and perverted that he could feel himself clench, heat swirling in his abdomen.

“S’it that good?” his alpha asked huskily. “Fuck, your pussy is so soft. Feels like butter, sweetheart. Wanna fuck you so deep you’ll limp for the rest of the day.” 

Loki moaned, his voice pitched and breathy. “S-So good…shit…gonna cum - ahh!”

A particularly heavy smack of Aidan’s ballsack into his clit sent him over the edge and he came, liquid spilling from his pussy in a shower. Aidan didn't even pause, letting go of Loki's breast to wrap both arms around his waist, his palms flat against Loki's inner thighs to keep them spread wide and to pull the omega closer to him as he fucked his cock deep and rough in between, the hardest parts of him meeting the softest parts of Loki in a frenzied rush. Each smack sent drops of cum showering to the floor, his cock making wet, sloshy noises as he fucked the omega's cum back into him. "So wet, sweetheart, you must be feeling really good."

"Nnnh...a-aah!" The second orgasm came fast and abrupt and Loki's legs buckled under the weight of it as it crashed over him. Aidan hummed, slowed his pace, and then used his grip on his thighs to heave him on to the bed on all fours without even pulling out. The omega gasped, falling to his elbows. "W-Wait...slow--mmngh!" His alpha only laughed and went back to his punishing rhythm, the smacking of flesh on flesh loud and beating steadily in his eardrums as pleasure slowly scrambled his brain.

"You can take it, sweetheart." Aidan ground his cock deep inside his omega and moved his hand to brush a deliberate fingertip over his clit, delighting in the way the omega cried out and shuddered in his hold as he squirted just from that little stimulation. From where Loki couldn't see it, a devious smirk crept across Aidan's face as he leaned down to press himself against the omega's back, his hands sliding even farther around Loki's thighs until he could press both index fingers against the swollen nub.

Loki screamed, thrashing in his alpha's hold as he came sobbing, but his alpha's iron hold didn't budge, keeping him firmly pinned on the alpha's cock, his clit pinched between two fingers that stroked and prodded at it while Aidan continued to fuck him with long, smooth strokes.

He was going to lose his mind. Loki clawed at the sheets, his thighs shaking, gasps and moans and increasingly garbled versions of alpha and Aidan’s name falling from his mouth to be muffled in the sheets. Tears leaked from his eyes, making little wet spots in the sheets that paled in comparison to the huge one between his legs that continued to spread as he dripped cum all over the sheets. He barely noticed when Aidan came inside him, thighs twitching as Aidan finally slid out and let him go.

Aidan crawled onto the bed and turned the omega over, slotting himself between his thighs and cooing at the reddened teary eyes and spit-slick mouth garbling barely coherent words. 

“My little omega was so feisty,” the alpha murmured. “Ordering his alpha around. Did that feel good?” He used three fingers to pet at the omega's exquisitely messy pussy, his other hand flat against the omega's thigh to keep it pressed against the bed when it jerked at the stimulation. "So many alphas could only dream of having you like this in their bed. I wouldn't trade you for any other omega in the world, sweetheart, no need to worry about any perfume."

Loki moaned, head spinning and eyes hazed from being made to cum so many times in quick succession. “You needa- You needa smell like me… you’re mine! They can’t–can’t have you…”

“I’m yours, omega,” Aidan said fiercely. “Always have been, always will be.” He shoved his thumb past Loki’s plump bottom lip and the omega mouthed mindlessly at the digit, staring deep into his alpha’s eyes and drowning. “But if my omega wants me to smell like him,” Aidan murmured, his eyes boring into Loki, making him feel small and vulnerable yet so, so loved. “I’ll make sure that I do.” 

Aidan pushed the omega further up the bed and took his place again between Loki's parted legs. He fisted his cock until it returned to its full erect size and then lined it up with the omega’s pink cunt. 

He pushed it in, the slide of it deliciously smooth with so much cum and slick inside that it squelched as he sank in. Loki panted as he was penetrated again, his hole opening up so easily for cock that he felt like a cheap whore. 

He must’ve said that out loud because Aidan laughed. “A whore, maybe, but definitely not cheap.” He leaned down to whisper in Loki’s flushed ear. “You’re the most precious, valuable thing in this world.” Loki blushed, feeling warm in his chest. He locked his legs behind his alpha’s back as Aidan began to fuck him again, his whole body bouncing with the force of his alpha’s thrusts. 

“Touch me,” his alpha panted, placing one of Loki’s shaking hands against his toned chest. The muscle was firm beneath his palms and slightly damp from sweat. Loki traced around the small, brown nipples with his fingertips before moving them down to trace the ridges between each clearly defined ab of his six pack. His alpha groaned at the petal light touches. “You’re the only one I’ll let touch me like this, sweetheart. No one else.” 

Loki moaned softly, his hands sliding down Aidan’s sides to the deep v-lines framing his groin. All his alphas were built like gods. He dropped his hands down to his pussy and cupped his hands around the cock sliding in and out of him. Aidan watched him with curious eyes and slowed his thrusts but didn’t stop. The shaft was sticky, covered in cum and slick and it collected in a gooey mess on his hands. 

And then he used those hands to smear it all over his alpha’s chest. 

Aidan hissed in a breath. “Loki–”

Loki wasn’t even looking at him, his eyes shining manically as he stared at the firm, tan muscles now smeared with translucent white cum and did his best to rub it into the skin. He felt wild and psychotic but the compulsion in his mind was so strong because– “G-Gonna smell like me and you.”

When Aidan realized Loki had basically just used a mixture of their cum and Loki’s slick to scent mark him, he went feral, slamming punishingly into the omega’s abused cunt as he snarled in Loki’s ear. “Making alpha all messy, huh? Trying to cover alpha in your own cum?” He spied the smug smile on his omega that quickly disappeared into gasps and moans and laughed darkly. 

“Brat!” In their mindless rutting, neither of them realized how close to the edge of the bed they'd gotten until on one particularly vicious thrust, Loki was pushed off the bed. Both of their eyes widened and Aidan grabbed at his legs, slowing him enough that only Loki’s top half slid off the bed, his head and shoulders landing gently on the soft rug underneath. 

They stared at each other, one on the floor, one on the bed, in a somewhat mirrored if slightly different position then where they started, and burst into giggles. 

When their giggles subsided, Aidan looked at the spread legs still held in his grip and the pussy between them, winking lewdly. 

“Stay there,” he told the omega who blinked as Aidan moved to sit on the edge of the bed with Loki’s legs spread on either side of him. When Aidan pulled Loki closer by his thighs, he realized their position; when Aidan leaned forward, it now placed his pussy right in line with Aidan’s cock. 

“Oh…fuckkkkkkkkk,” Loki moaned as Aidan sheathed his cock back inside of him. At this angle, Aidan’s cock felt like it went even deeper, carving into previously untouched territory inside him, and with Aidan’s feet firmly planted on the ground, he had more leverage to thrust even faster, pulling Loki in by his thighs towards himself to fuck even deeper into his open, slutty cunt. Loki turned his head and wailed into the rug as his bottom half was pummeled; his pussy felt raw and exposed and the sensation of being fucked so deep and so open and the sight of that merciless cock sawing in and out of his soft, pink entrance was too much to bear. “G-Gonna cum, alpha….please…mercy…”

Aidan laughed. His omega still hadn’t learned that begging for mercy only egged them on. 

“I’ll show you mercy,” he muttered. He readjusted his grip on Loki’s legs, sandwiching his thighs firmly in his elbows so that his hands were free. Loki looked at him in trepidation. As he should. “Here you go, sweetheart,” his sunniest, kindest alpha smirked. “Here’s your mercy.” With that, he used his fingers to viciously rub at the omega’s unsuspecting, defenseless clit. 

Loki screamed and howled as his orgasm abruptly hit, squirting cum in huge sprays and showering droplets all over his alpha’s chest and lap. Aidan didn’t let up the entire time, continuing to abuse his clit raw as he came. Loki thrashed in his grip, his hands clawing at the rug beneath him, but those muscular arms held firm and he was pinned with nowhere to go. The omega sobbed, biting into his own arm, to distract from the mind-shattering sensations coming from his lower half. 

“Nnnggh! Haah– alpha, fuck…ahhhn—stop, please, no…more…I can’t…” Loki begged pitifully. 

“Gonna cover myself in your pussy juice,” his alpha grinned. “Just like you wanted.” 

The omega probably came two or three more times like that under his alpha’s cruel treatment until the alpha’s torso was soaked and looked like he was fresh out of the shower. 

When Aidan finally came inside his exhausted body, Loki was fully out of his mind, entire body trembling and quivering as he babbled mindlessly. Aidan held him open for a few more minutes just to watch his spend ooze out of the red, swollen cunt. He used his fingers to swirl the cum around, smearing it into the folds so that they were gooey and sticky, and then brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting himself mixed with Loki’s musk. Delicious. 

Delirious with the need to taste even more, Aidan bodily hauled the omega’s lower half up to his face to shove his face in between Loki’s thighs and eat. Held up by nothing but his alpha’s sheer arm strength, Loki hung limply from his grip like a ragdoll, his hands weakly gripping the alpha’s calves for support as his thighs quivered around his alpha’s head. Aidan dug his tongue deep into the fluttering slippery hole and ate like a man possessed. His omega’s body shook when Aidan sucked at his clit, his pussy squirting hotly into the alpha’s plundering mouth once…twice… 

Loki sobbed, his legs weakly trying to squeeze together to keep the alpha from his juicy cunt as he came for the third time. It was useless though; his alpha’s monstrous strength kept him open and easily accessible to that greedy mouth which supped unceasingly on his tender, vulnerable sex, keeping his petals spread wide so he could suck at his nectar straight from the source. Loki moaned helplessly as his alpha feasted, gritting his teeth as he squirted again, only making himself wetter and more delicious and prolonging his alpha’s appetite. The room echoed with the sounds of wet slurping and desperate gasps and moans. Loki's blunt fingernails dug into his calves, but Aidan could hardly register anything but the silky-soft flesh on his tongue and all the honeyed slick he could draw out of the omega's creamy hole.

When he finally let the omega go, Loki’s legs fell to the ground, limp like a doll with his strings cut and twitchy with aftershocks. Aidan looked at him for a minute, taking in the omega’s dazed, fucked-out expression. He had dropped somewhere into subspace, only blankly staring at Aidan with a dreamy smile as the alpha picked him up and deposited him back onto the bed. Aidan smiled and ran his fingers through the omega's sweaty hair before he left and came back with a towel, cooing at Loki as he wiped the omega off.

He needed to shower again himself but, looking at the mess of cum on his chest, decided to take a picture of it first. Proof of his omega’s own wild, possessive love.

*

“Tell it again!” Luka commanded, pointing a finger at Aidan as they all lounged in the living room. “All of it!” 

Loki groaned and buried his head in his hands as Aidan launched into yet another enthusiastic retelling of Loki’s jealousy and subsequent territorial actions. None of his other alphas came to his aid. In fact, they were all listening intently. For what purpose, Loki had no idea; nothing new had been said in the last fifteen minutes.  

“...And then, he took our mixed cum and smeared it allll over my chest–” 

Luka whooped, Damien smirked, and Ryder chuckled lowly.

Loki screamed wordlessly into the couch. 

Chapter Text

He’s bored while cleaning his tools from his last tattooing session, so Luka decides to call his omega to keep him company while he does the tedious task. A few rings later, it’s declined, but the little bubbles pop up indicating Loki is typing something. 

Kitten: wait

Kitten: i’m in the shower

Oh. Well, in that case. Luka immediately hits the button for a video call. 

It’s declined. 

Kitten: ??

Luka hits the video call button again and this time his omega answers. It’s only his head and neck in view but his hair is dripping wet and Luka can hear the shower running in the background. Loki’s expression is distinctly unimpressed.

“What.” 

“You naked?” 

Loki furrows his brows. “Yeah. I’m in the middle of my shower.” 

Luka props his phone up so he can rest his face in his hands. “I wanna see.” 

His omega gives him a flat look. “You’re joking.”

“Nope~” Luka drags out the word and pops the ‘p’. 

A complicated look flashes across the omega’s face before he sighs out a ‘pervert’ and then the image blurs until the phone is propped up on what Luka knows is the little ledge in the shower meant for just that. Usually it’s so they can watch videos or listen to music while they shower and not for Luka’s current brand of perversion, but if the opportunity has presented itself, he isn’t one to not grab it. 

Still, Luka frowns when Loki steps back. The height of the little ledge is too high and he can only see the top half of Loki’s head. He pouts. “The view’s bad.” 

The omega sighs but obediently picks the phone up and it blurs again until it stops. It seems like Loki’s propped it up on the floor against the wall on the opposite side of the showerhead. Like this, when Loki steps back under the spray, Luka can see everything. 

Loki is indeed naked, his delicate long legs and parts of his pale torso covered in soapy foam. Aware of his voyeur, the omega turns his back to the camera so Luka can only see his back and his plush ass. Which are lovely, of course, but not his favorite. 

“Won’t you give your poor alpha a little show?” he whines at the camera. 

He hears the omega give a little huff before Loki turns around, his arms wrapped protectively around himself as he stands before the camera. His ears are flaming red and Luka laughs helplessly. 

“Come now, kitten, what part of your body have I not seen before in every lighting known to man? You’re embarrassed now? I’m not even recording.”

Hm…on second thought, he may need to start. 

The omega purses his lips reluctantly, knowing his alpha is right but still somehow embarrassed, before he slowly drops his arms. His lovely, perky tits come into view, semi-covered in soap foam along with his lovely little mound and the outline of its chubby lips. 

Luka quickly turns on the record function and then sweeps amorous eyes over the naked form of his kitten. The hot water sluices over his lithe body, tinging it pink with heat, and his skin glistens wetly. 

“Lovely,” Luka purrs. 

Loki flushes and ignores him, trying to focus on his shower. He rubs the foam over his skin - across his chest, down his torso, and even further down to his legs. He swipes a soapy hand between his legs but it’s perfunctory, with no sexual intentions behind it, and then stands under the shower to rinse it all away. 

And Luka is already growing hard at just the sight of his mate’s beautiful naked body, but there’s a better show he could be watching if he just asked for it. 

“Give alpha a show, kitten? I’m lonely at work.” 

He watches in amusement as his kitten squirms, his whole body flushing red. “Just focus on your work, stupid!” 

Luka just waits patiently and Loki deflates before padding over to the camera and picking it up. His face is grumpy and stained red, but deep down, his kitten is always eager to please his alphas. 

“What do you want to see?” 

“Mm, set me down where I was and sit down in front of me.”

The omega obeys, sitting gingerly down on the wet shower floor, his legs splayed on either side of him like a little schoolgirl. He wraps his arms around himself again, inadvertently pushing his tits together and up, as he waits for further instructions. 

His cock throbs. Such an obedient little kitten. 

“Spread your legs open for me, let me get a good look at your little pussy.”

A pause.

And then, the omega is gingerly rising to his knees and then sitting back down again with his legs spread in an M, his pussy in full view of the camera. 

It’s pink and puffy, dripping with water from the shower. The wide angle of his legs spreads his nether lips slightly apart as well, giving Luka a glimpse of his pink folds. 

“Let go of your arms too, kitten, let me see those pretty tits.”

Pouting, the omega unwraps his arms, freeing his perky mounds. Luka swallows the saliva that instantly pools in his mouth at the sight of those pretty pink nipples, starting to stiffen but still soft and rounded. 

“Touch them for me?” Luka breathes as he works to free his cock from his pants. “Cup them in your hands and squeeze a little.”

Biting his lip, the omega obeys, cupping the bottoms of his tits and squeezing the flesh in his fingers. Luka groans low in his throat as he fists himself to the sight of that pillow soft flesh spilling between the omega’s small hands. 

“Just like that, kitten, fuck. Rub your little nipples, get them all nice and hard.”

Loki moans as he circles his fingers around his wet areolas. His nipples tighten and peak but he doesn’t touch them directly. 

“Don’t cheat, touch them properly.”

“B-But—”

“Kitten.” The alpha’s voice darkens with authority and Loki’s breath hitches before he meekly obeys, stroking at his nipples. They’re so sensitive that he jolts as he touches them and Luka can see a thick glob of slick leak from his spread pussy. 

“Very good, kitten,” Luka praises. “Keep going. God, you look amazing. I’m drooling just watching you. If I was there, I’d already be suckling them and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”

The omega whimpers. His blue eyes stare at Luka tearfully, but he can’t hide the slick steadily dripping from his pussy. His nipples are so pink and puffy, Luka’s teeth ache with the urge to bite . “I-I wouldn’t…?”

“No,” Luka confirms, his voice husky with desire. “I’d tie your hands up so that you couldn’t stop me if you tried. I’d suck your tits raw and you’d just cry and wail and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it except lie there and take it.”

When Luka sees a little dribble of squirt juice gush from the omega’s pussy, he curses.

“Fuck, did you just cum from that, kitten? Don’t stop rubbing. If you did, I swear to god, I’ll never let you push me away from your tits ever again, you little slut.”

“N-No…” his little kitten lies. He tries to close his legs to hide the evidence but another stern kitten from the alpha’s lips has him guiltily opening them again. Between his thighs, the shine of his pussy and the little puddle of cum beneath it makes Luka groan and throw his head back as he squeezes his cock in his fist.

Of course. Of course his omega is every wet dream of his rolled in one. Able to cum just from touching his pretty little nipples, secretly loving to be tied up and forced to take his alpha’s affections until he’s a crying, overstimulated mess. 

His voice is hoarse as he gives his next instruction.

“Spread yourself with your hands. I wanna see your pretty hole.”

“Pervert,” the omega accuses breathlessly but his tiny fingers leave his puffy nipples and obediently drift down to his hole and he pulls himself apart so Luka can see the clenching hole hidden between his folds, shiny and wet with the remnants of his release. 

Luka remembers leaving a load inside last night and feels a little sad that he’d missed Loki cleaning himself out during his shower before he’d called. The omega must’ve been a vision; he was so sensitive to any stimulation in his pussy that his body must’ve been shaking and trembling as he stuck his fingers inside himself to scoop the cum out.

“Such a cute little hole,” Luka murmurs. At his words, the little hole flexes as if reacting to his praise. “It deserves two fingers inside it.”

Another pause ensues before Luka sees Loki let go and slide the middle and index fingers of his right hand inside his cunt. 

“Ah, I forgot your fingers are smaller. Use three.”

The omega whimpers but adds in his ring finger. 

“Mm thrust them in and out, kitten, fuck yourself on them.”

Loki pants as he fucks himself on his fingers, his hips flexing and jerking as he thrusts them in and out, his fingers wet and shiny each time they come out. Usually, he can squirt pretty quickly once he’s fingerfucked but…

“…it’s not enough.” The omega pouts at the camera with teary eyes. “Not long enough…”

Luka smiles. “Mm…your fingers are too short, hm? Why don’t you go grab my dildo from your playroom and come back? I’ll wait here.”

In a flash, the omega is gone and Luka laughs at his eagerness. He must really be frustrated. He schools his face just in time for the omega’s return, now holding the silicone copy of Luka’s cock, complete with its own set of metal barbells embedded in the silicone to mimic his piercings. The base of it is suctionable and Luka directs him to seal it to the shower floor. 

“Use your slick and get it all nice and wet,” Luka says. “Slide your pussy against the shaft.” In his own office, he opens up a hidden drawer and takes out his own silicone copy of Loki’s pussy and blindly drizzles a hefty amount of lube inside the toy, his eyes never leaving his phone screen. 

The omega spreads his legs around the dildo and humps his hips against the silicone, moaning as the metal slides against his folds. The toy is soon glistening with omega slick and Luka praises him. 

“Good kitten, you deserve a reward. Fill your pussy up with it - slowly, now. Alpha wants to see it sink inside you.”

Matching his movements, Luka aligns the pocket pussy with his aching cock as he watches Loki align his pussy with the dildo. The minute Loki begins to sink down, Luka sinks inside the pocket pussy. The lube is cold against his heated flesh and it’s nothing like the wet, tight heat of his omega but it’s better than nothing and he groans as he watches his silicone dick enter into his omega and imagines it’s Loki sinking down on his own cock instead of his toy. 

The omega pauses when the dildo is all the way in, his breath hitching at the stretch, and then starts to move a little. He slides off most of the toy and then pushes back down halfway, whimpering as he fucks himself with the top half of the toy. 

“Oh, you can do better than that,” Luka says. “All the way down, kitten. I wanna see that last piercing kiss your clit.”

The omega whines but slides further down on the next go, letting out a small cry when the bead of the fake pubic piercing grazes his little clit. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Luka pants as he works the pocket pussy over his dick. “Faster, kitten, you can take it.” 

Loki bounces up and down on the toy, panting and moaning as he fucks himself on it. It’s not as fast as the pace Luka would have gone had it been him drilling into that dripping pussy but it’s enough to get the omega going.

He’s so wet the silicone squelches inside him and his little perky breasts bounce with his movements. He tries to cheat a few times and avoid the last piercing but Luka catches him each time and makes him grind down on it as punishment until he cums squirting. After the third punishment, Loki’s taking the toy to the hilt each time, crying softly each time his clit is stimulated. 

Luka is moaning too as he fucks himself into the pocket pussy, squeezing it tight around his cock in a pale imitation of the real thing. Even so, he has more than enough memories of exactly how good it feels to be inside the pretty cunt on the screen for his imagination to draw on and it’s not long before he can feel his balls tightening. He leans toward the phone, voice raspy with restraint. “Tell me, does it feel good, kitten? Having a thick cock in your pussy filling you up? Alpha’s so close…can you cum together with me? Grind your clit against the bead, darling, make yourself cum again for alpha.”

“Mmngh…” Loki grinds his hips in little circles as he takes the dildo inside him to the hilt, pressing his trembling clit against the last piercing. “C-Cumming…haaah…nnngh!” 

Luka groans, filling up his own toy with cum as as he watches squirt juice leak down the sides of the silicone cock, the omega’s legs shivering as he comes down from his orgasm, face contorted in pleasure. 

Loki slips off the dildo and sits down, panting, before he tosses the dildo aside and picks up the phone. 

“Come home right now and fuck me or you’re dead to me,” the omega spits before he hangs up. 

Luka doesn’t even think twice before he’s up and out of his seat.

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When Damien enters the living room, he hears giggling and the sound sends something warm and light flooding through his chest. Loki is laying on the daybed on his phone, dressed in a crop tee so cropped it ends only a little halfway past the soft swell of his breasts and a little red panty that has his pants tightening.

Loki giggles again at something, flushing a bit as he swipes on his phone and Damien pads over, curious. “What’s so funny?” 

With an eep, the omega drops his phone in surprise and it lands on his face. “Ow…”

“Sorry, sorry,” Damien says as he sits down beside him. Idly, he hooks a finger into Loki’s cropped tee and drags it up to reveal the omega’s cute perky tits just so he can see them. “Don’t hold it so close to your face next time.” 

The omega grumbles as he rubs his nose and picks his phone up again, so used to it that he barely reacts to his tits being out. “You just scared me. When did you get back?” 

“Just now.” Damien sees a flash of something on the screen that catches his eye and makes his teeth clench. “…Are you playing something?” he asks, his voice purposely light. 

“Hm? It’s an otome game,” Loki says without thinking. “I’m trying to get him to fall in love with me.” He turns the screen to show him and Damien’s eyes narrow at the half-naked pixelated alpha smirking at him on the screen. Loki blushes a bit when he turns the screen back to himself and coughs awkwardly. “It’s um…it’s the scene where the main character accidentally walks in on him showering…” 

“Is this what had you all giggling and flustered earlier?” Damien asks pleasantly. 

Despite the tone, or maybe because of the tone, something in his voice makes Loki pause, his senses suddenly screaming danger, danger, danger. He swallows and casually turns the screen off. “Um.” 

“Let me see it again.” Damien’s smiling as he moves to bully his way between the omega’s legs as he reaches for the phone. The smile doesn’t reach his eyes at all. “I didn’t get a good look earlier.”  

“N-No…It’s not important–”

“Oh, I think it’s very important,” Damien drawls as he grabs the omega’s wrist and forcefully wrests the phone away. “I want to know who has my omega giggling and blushing like a maiden.” He opens it up easily and Loki internally cringes as the half-naked man reappears on the screen. Damien tilts his head as he inspects it and then looks over at Loki. “So? What’s to like about him?” 

Loki gulps, brain racing for something to placate his alpha. “N-Nothing. He’s…just okay.” 

“Okay?” Damien taps a bit on the screen and suddenly, a masculine moan echoes from the tinny phone speakers. Loki pales as his alpha’s eyes land on him. Damien tosses the phone away and leans down, their lips inches from each other. “Care to explain?” 

“It’s just a game,” Loki rushes to explain. “I don’t actually—nnhh!” Damien’s now thumbing at his nipples, fondling the soft flesh until they’ve become stiff peaks. Loki trembles beneath him, too afraid to stop him lest his alpha become even more jealous. 

Over fake digital men?! Loki wants to cry. 

“You drive me crazy, princess,” Damien says, voice raspy with desire as he ruts his growing bulge against the omega’s panty-clad pussy. He swipes two fingers beneath the panty and when they come out sticky with slick, he almost sees red. “Are you wet right now for him? Four willing alphas perfectly ready to fuck you at any moment and you resort to a fake one?”

“N-No…ahhh…” I’m wet for you is what he wants to say but Damien isn’t even listening.

“What does he have that I don’t, hm?” Damien strips himself of his shirt and tosses it on the floor, revealing a broad, firm chest and chiseled abs. He takes Loki’s hand and brings it to his chest, raising an eyebrow as he continues to hump their hips together. “Muscles? I have them. A handsome face?” He leans down so that their lips are inches from each other. The omega’s eyes instantly dilate at the sight of him and Damien smirks. “Looks like I have that too.” 

“N-No, it’s not– ahh!” In one fluid motion, Damien flips Loki over onto all fours. Meekly, Loki drops to his elbows, spreads his thighs, and arches his back to present himself to his alpha in a show of submission. “D-Damien…”

“Shut up.” Loki hears the sound of Damien climbing off the bed. The subsequent sounds of a zipper and rustling fabric has him clenching his fists in the sheets in anticipation. “Ahh…I’m pissed now, princess, how are you going to make this up to me? C’mere.” 

Abruptly, Loki is yanked up against Damien’s chest by the waist. A hand immediately shoves the panty aside to finger his dripping cunt, the other coming up to shove his crop top up and squeeze at his breast. “Ah! D-Damien…nnnh…a-ahhh…” Two shaking hands come up to grip onto his arms, but the alpha is undeterred, kneading at the doughy flesh and relentlessly thrusting his fingers in and out of his soft hole as Loki cries and shakes in his hold. 

“I’ll have you make it up to me with your body,” Damien growls into his neck, punctuating it with a sharp bite to his neck that will definitely bruise before laving over the skin with his tongue. The hand not fingering him moves to his hip and pulls on the string holding his panties together and unties it, the little scrap of fabric falling away and revealing the sight of Loki’s pussy spread open and mouthing hungrily at his fingers.

“Haah…alpha…nnnhhh…I…ohhh fuck...” The omega can’t help but hump his hips against the fingers thrusting into him, making wet, sticky sounds as they stir up the slick that’s collecting inside. Loki moans as Damien’s thumb joins in, swiping through the slick and then using it to tease his clit out from its hood. “Sh-Shit…ahhhh…c-cumming…ahhh!” Loki jerks as he cums squirting over his alpha’s fingers, the liquid splattering on the sheets in front of him. 

Damien finger fucks him through his orgasm and then roughly rubs his hand back and forth over his clit like he’s strumming a guitar until his cunt gushes another two waves to drench the sheets. “That’s it, princess, give me another one?” Loki almost falls forward, his hips jerking as Damien smacks his clit with his fingers, but the alpha’s hand, locked over his chest as he fondles his tits, keeps him upright. No matter how much he jerks, Damien doesn’t let up, slapping his helplessly exposed clit until he’s cumming again with a wail, his pussy squirting again to wet the sheets further. The alpha doesn’t stop there, switching to tapping at his clit to force even more waves out as the omega’s cunt convulses from the overstimulation. The omega tries to blink the stars out of his vision as he desperately grips at the alpha’s merciless hand with both hands, trying to stop it or slow it or…

“M-Mercy…haaah…I’m sorry…don’t–” Damien pauses and Loki almost thinks Damien will actually have mercy but it only lasts a second before Damien lets go of his breast to wrench both of his hands behind his back and goes back to flicking at the sensitive little nub with his fingers, even meanly rubbing  the delicate bundle between two fingers until it’s red and swollen. “Nnngh…fuck!” Loki squeezes his eyes shut and sobs as his pussy clenches and cums again. He opens them again, looks at the massive wet spot he’s created on the sheets, and squeezes his eyes shut again in embarrassment. 

“I’m being very nice you know,” Damien says with his lips pressed against Loki’s damp cheek, his voice silky smooth even as his oversensitive omega jerks in his hold. “I’m not even bothering to grab my toys.” He licks at the omega’s cheek where a few more tears are now trailing down as Loki cries, overstimulated. “I’ll bet I’m way nicer than your pixel alpha is, can he make you cum as many times as I can?”

Loki only hiccups, looking at his alpha with reddened, teary eyes as he shakes his head. 

“Shh, princess, don’t fret.” Loki whimpers as his alpha finally separates from his poor, abused clit to pet gently at his puffy nether lips. The touch isn’t as overwhelming as before, but he still can’t help but jerk his hips. “Keep your hands where they are.” Loki meekly obeys and Damien releases his wrists to use that hand to caress his face, hooking his index finger beneath his chin and his thumb over Loki’s plush bottom lip and rubbing slightly along the wet seam. “Good boy.” 

“Wuuuu….k-kiss?” The ice in Damien’s eyes instantly melts and he uses his grip on Loki’s chin to turn his head so they can kiss, their lips moving against each other languidly and then heatedly as Damien continues stroking at his soaking cunt. “Nnnh…want it…”

“You want it?” Damien pants before recapturing Loki’s lips in another bruising kiss. “Tell alpha what you want?” 

“Y-Your…your cock…please…”

“My cock? Not your little pixel alpha’s?” 

Loki tries to protest but Damien covers his mouth with his own again, shoving all his words back into his throat with his tongue and licking all along the walls of that soft, pouty mouth until Loki’s reduced to just mewling pitifully. So caught up in the kiss, Loki barely registers that Damien’s lined himself up until he’s speared open in a single thrust.

“Mmngh!” Loki seizes as an orgasm ripples through him so strong he tears away from Damien’s grip to fall forward onto his knees. It doesn’t bother Damien at all who just drags him back towards the end of the bed and fucks forward with his hips, starting a rough pace. “A-Ahhh…haaah….”

“Such a wet squelchy pussy,” Damien taunts. He grabs Loki’s arms and pulls them back behind the omega, using them as leverage to drive even deeper into the omega’s cunt. Soaked in slick and cum, each thrust makes lewd, slurpy sounds as they stir up his insides. “And it’s all for me.”

Arms limp in Damien’s grip, Loki lets himself be used like a fleshlight, whimpering and moaning as his alpha slams in and out of his hole. Sweat drips from his forehead to dot the sheets and he thinks he’s drooling, his mouth slack and open as each thrust punches little unh unh unh sounds from his throat. The omega drops his head down and then has to squeeze his eyes shut when he’s met with the sight of his own swaying breasts and a glimpse of a slight bulge in his belly that moves with each thrust. 

“Right?” Damien snarls in his ear, punctuating it with a grind of his hips that has Loki sobbing as he squirts. Damien follows not long after, cumming inside him and filling him up with thick, white seed that oozes out as Damien retreats. 

“F-For you…it’s all…nnh…” His throat feels wrecked and raw from crying and Loki almost thinks it’s over when Damien lets go of his arms, only to be pressed chest down into the bed with one of Damien’s hands on the back of his neck, his hips up, and his arm wrenched behind him like a criminal. His other hand clenches in the sheets as his empty pussy throbs.

“That’s right, princess, all for me.” Loki moans as he’s mounted again from behind and fucked roughly into the mattress. The echoing sound of skin on skin swirls in his brain and he feels floaty and numb like he does when he’s starting to slip into subspace. With Damien’s iron grip on his neck and arm, Loki feels like a quivering mass of nerves that light up and flare each time his alpha thrusts inside. 

“Look at you,” he vaguely hears his alpha murmur. “Fucked stupid already?” 

The omega only moans in response and Damien chuckles as he pounds inside the omega’s sloppy, unresisting hole. So wet and perfect and tight; he’d never give this up to any alpha outside of the pack, pixelated or not. His omega is so sensitive, he’s shivering with every thrust and Damien slows down some just to savor the feeling of his omega quivering around him as he strokes in and out. Watery omega cum drips out around his cock, which glistens with wetness each time he slides it out. 

“My pretty, pretty omega.” Damien coos. “So sweet for me–oops.” Overwhelmed, the omega’s knees had given out, forcing him flat against the bed. Damien follows him down, letting go of Loki’s arms to adjust his position so he could continue to fuck inside the omega’s prone body. Loki whines and whimpers as he pants into the bed, shutting his eyes as his clit grinds against the bed with each rocking movement. His pussy spasms as he cums again, electricity sizzling up his spine until his scalp feels tingly. “You didn’t think you’d get away that easily, hm?” Where they’re joined makes shlick shlick shlick sounds as Damien slides in and out of his sticky, tender hole. 

Loki doesn’t answer, but Damien wants to hear a response. And, well, the easiest way to force Loki to try and slur out a response is to make him beg for it. Damien grips the omega by the thighs and hauls him further onto his cock until the omega’s thighs and ass are flush against his front, his legs bent back and out of the way so that Damien can drill into him at a vicious pace until the omega is clawing at the sheets. Each glide of the alpha’s cock against his g-spot is another sharp burst of pleasure and Loki moans loud and guttural as he’s roughly used, the loud smacking sounds of flesh on flesh making his head spin and his body shake until he’s cumming again, liquid dripping from where they’re joined, and yet Damien doesn’t stop. 

“Nnngh…a-alpha…” Loki forces out through numb lips. “T-Too m-much…”

“One more, princess,” Damien coaxes. “C’mere.” With his cock still inside, he slides a hand between the omega’s thighs and uses it to flip them both over so Damien is lying on the bed on his back, Loki sprawled on top of him, his thighs spread on either side of Damien’s. The alpha grips him by the hips to keep him in place and begins to thrust up. Loki bounces on top of him as he’s fucked into, limp in his alpha’s hold, and crying out each time. He stretches an arm out to grip the headboard, but even the cold texture of it does nothing to dampen the heat boiling in his belly. 

“C-Can’t…ffff…haaah…” He tries to arch his back to get away or give himself and his abused open cunt a break from the relentless pounding, but his alpha’s grip keeps him fully pressed against him, his cock barely pulling out before it’s pressing back inside him. Loki’s inner thighs are a smeared mess of cum and slick that drip down past his bottom to connect their pelvises in sticky strings. 

“You sure?” he hears his alpha taunt in his ear and then his hands are leaving his hips, one landing on his breast to fondle his nipple and the other going straight for his clit. 

Loki screams as Damien roughly rubs at his swollen, tender bud, forcing him into another squirting orgasm that pushes Damien’s cock out as he writhes and squirms. “Oh, you definitely can,” Damien chuckles as he feeds his cock back inside the dripping pussy to begin thrusting again. Fresh off its orgasm, the omega’s cunt spasms and clenches rhythmically around him as he forces his way in and out and Damien grits his teeth as he feels his own orgasm building in his belly. 

“Y-You said…one more…” Loki cuts himself off with a squeal as his alpha nuzzles against his neck and bites his ear. 

“Yeah, one more for me.” Damien gauges himself and smirks. “I think I can get two more out of you before I blow.” 

“T-Two…?!” 

“Hm? Should I make it three?”

Loki hiccups. “No…” 

“That’s right, princess. I’m already being very nice, so you can’t refuse.” Damien kisses the omega’s sweaty temple. Loki’s blue eyes are hazy and shiny and reddened with tears that leak out from the corners, the very picture of someone bullied and helpless. He’s gorgeous; straight out of all of Damien’s wildest, horniest fantasies. His fingers return back to lightly brush against the omega’s trembling clit and he grips the omega’s hip with his other hand as Loki twitches and whimpers at the contact. “Ready?” 

“I– ahhh!” Loki writhes as Damien begins to rub at his clit again and the explosion of ecstasy behind his eyes as he’s stimulated both inside from the cock rubbing sweetly at his g-spot and outside by Damien’s fingers is almost blinding and his voice cracks on a wail as he squirts again, liquid dripping messily from his pussy to join the wet sheets. Loki doesn’t even have time to blink the stars out of his vision before his clit is being teased again and he sobs and keens as his exhausted body is forced into another orgasm, the pleasure almost brutal as it slices along his nerves. 

“Maybe I will make it three,” Damien murmurs in his ear and Loki begs for mercy through nonsensical babbling as the alpha plucks at his clit until he’s arching up again, the gush of squirt weak and pitiful.

“Gorgeous,” he hears Damien whisper and Loki gasps in pleasure or relief or both as something hot and liquid splashes along his throbbing walls. 

“Such a good princess,” is the last thing he hears before he’s passing out, exhausted and wrung out. 

Damien slides slowly out, accompanied by a rush of their combined fluids. The omega’s head lolls against his shoulder where he’s out like a light, breathing softly between parted lips. 

Ah, he may have gone a bit too far.

Damien knows where Loki’s limit is and even as he’s careful not to cross it, he always has the urge to toe the line, to take Loki just a tiny bit farther. It’s his own greed and avarice, his innate nature to just take and take and take. Each time, he reminds himself to be patient, to restrain himself. But Loki just gives so easily, and the omega’s every effortlessly seductive reaction grinds all his restraint to dust, his attraction so strong and so heady he forgets. 

Damien sighs and gently eases the omega into his arms to carry him inside their bedroom so he can lay him on a dry spot as he redresses and grabs a damp towel to clean him up after taking off Loki’s soaked top. On his way to put it away, he takes the time to change the sheets on the daybed. 

When Damien comes back from putting away the towel, Loki’s awake, blinking cat-like at him from where he’s curled on the bed. 

Damien shoots him a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and Loki’s eyes narrow thoughtfully.

“Too much?” Damien asks wryly. 

Loki yawns, showing a glimpse of his tiny red tongue, and then curls his lips in a satisfied, smug little smile, like a cat that had gotten its cream. “Now I know what to do if I want you to wreck me,” he says. “Just have to play an otome game in front of you.”

Damien stares, incredulous, for a moment before he huffs out a laugh, a feeling so expansive and profound he thinks calling it love would be doing it a disservice, crackles and burns in his chest. He crawls onto the bed, grabs the omega, and pulls him in so close he thinks he might be suffocating him, but Loki just grips him back, body loose and relaxed as he nuzzles tiredly against his chest. 

“Brat,” Damien says into Loki’s hair. “Don’t you dare.” Loki only hums in response and they both fall asleep just like that which is how the rest of the alphas find them when they come home. 

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Loki balls up his fists, takes a deep breath, and enters in through the double doors. The lobby is huge, but there’s not too many people milling about. Everything is glass and chrome, shiny and modern. Loki feels vastly underdressed in his well worn overalls, but he hadn’t wanted to give himself time to chicken out by changing after his shift. 

He approaches a side desk that reads CEO Reception and from the way the receptionist’s megawatt smile shrinks, he knows he’s already made a bad impression. He soldiers on anyway, convincing himself escape isn't an option. 

“I’m, um, here to see Ryder?”

“You have an appointment with the CEO?” the receptionist asks. Her entire tone and body language scream “doubtful”. 

Loki winces internally. “Um…no, probably not. My name is Loki. Ryder gave me this and said I could come find him whenever?”

He presents her with the business card Ryder had given him. The once pristine card is now slightly wrinkled since he had been toying with it all weekend, but the name is still legible.

She stares at it dubiously. “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you up without an appointment.”

Anxiety wells up in his throat and Loki tries to swallow it down, trying to fight the numb feeling radiating out from his chest. He can’t be turned away here after he’s already come. “I-I’m not lying, I’m his…omega.” The last word comes out as a whisper because even after a whole weekend, he still barely believes it himself. He, Loki, a paycheck to paycheck normal omega? Potential mate to a Fortune 500 company CEO? To an S-class enigma? He wouldn’t believe him either, so he can’t really blame her for her skepticism. 

“C-Could you maybe call him?” he asks desperately, unwilling to give up just yet even if it seems futile. “He’ll want to meet me if you tell him Loki’s here to see him.” It comes out as more of a question and likely makes him sound as pathetic as she thinks he is but it’s all he’s got.

*

The receptionist frowns at the scruffy omega standing stiffly in front of her. He’s a far cry from the well dressed, manicured and made up omegas that claim they’re the CEO’s omega, that they’re here to see him, but don’t have an appointment. His reaction is similar though. Asking to speak to the CEO personally, spouting the age-old he’ll see me once he knows it’s me! 

She hasn’t been the receptionist here for over two years without good reason. She’s seen too many of these people just over the past few months and even more have crawled out of the woodwork since his last business magazine cover came out. 

The boy does seem sweet, with a pair of stunning blue eyes, but she’s seen all flavors and all types and rejected them all equally. No appointment, no visit. Nothing personal, just policy.

She tells him as such and only feels a little bad when he pales. He turns as if about to leave but then hesitates and turns back to her, fingers clenching at the sides of his overalls, eyes wide and trembling. “Y-You really can’t…call him and ask?”

Her eyes harden. “I’m afraid not. My job is to block all of the CEO’s unwanted guests. You aren’t the first person claiming to be his omega and you won’t be the last. Now, I’m going to have to ask you to leave if you don’t have legitimate business here.” When he only shuffles anxiously in place and tries to open his mouth again to say something, she narrows her eyes and cuts him off. “Will you leave on your own or do I have to call security?”

His eyes go wide in panic at the threat and he instantly deflates. “I…I’ll leave on my own, ma’am.” His mouth purses as he takes one last forlorn glance at the elevator before he dejectedly turns away to head towards the door. 

It’s only a few moments after he’s left that the elevator dings, and out steps their CEO with his guest, the President of a company they’re interested in acquiring. The meeting must have just ended. Ryder nods at his guest as he leaves the building before he makes his way to her. 

“Last one scheduled for the day right?” he asks and she confirms it. “Any walk-ins?” he jokes, fully aware there’s constantly random strangers trying to meet with him, and she plays along. 

“Actually, you just missed the last one. An omega in some dirty overalls who wanted to see you. Said his name was Loki and he’s your omega...” Her tone is joking, but she trails off awkwardly when the air suddenly turns tense.

His expression freezes and she takes a step back at the chill in his eyes when he looks at her. She immediately realizes she’s made a mistake.

“Just…missed?”

She nods quickly. “Just a few minutes ago. He didn’t have an appointment so I–“ 

He doesn’t finish hearing the rest of her sentence, shooting off to the double doors in long strides. 

*

Fuck, how far could he have gone? Ryder thinks as he bursts through the doors. Fuck, he should’ve let his employee know he was coming.  If he’s fucked this up…fuck, fuck. Each minute he doesn’t see Loki sends chills through his chest and he can feel himself cold sweating through his suit.

He doesn’t even know what direction to go and he doesn’t have any way to contact him. Fuck, he should’ve taken him home when he saw him, should’ve dragged him to find a charger so he could get his phone number, should’ve never let him go. Now that he knows what their omega looks like, that he’s a wet dream on legs with the most beautiful blue eyes, so sweet and shy behind his fierce cat-like temper, how could he live on without ever seeing him again? He knows he’s panicking but if there was ever a time to panic, when he’s on the verge of never seeing his omega again–

He almost misses it, but something makes him take a second look when he sees a flash of dark hair in the bottom corner of his vision. 

It’s him.  

Half hidden behind a pillar, sitting on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest. He can’t see his face but he knows in his heart that it’s Loki. His mate.

The rush of relief that crashes over him is so strong his knees almost buckle with it. An enigma, brought to his knees from emotion alone. The public would have a field day, but he can’t bring himself to care.

He’s still here. 

*

He’s so stupid, so fucking stupid. Why did he think he could just come and be invited up to see him? You aren’t the first and you won’t be the last. Who the fuck does he think he is? He’s just some dumb omega off the street in raggedy overalls, indistinguishable from all the other Joe Schmos of the world.

Loki buries his face in his knees, curling into himself as if becoming smaller would shield him from his own judgment.

He should just leave. Fuck, who was he kidding? Even if he was his omega, what was so special about him? Why would he want him? Ryder is an enigma. He could have his pick of any one of legions of gorgeous omegas or even multiple! Why would he settle for plain old Loki? Why should he? Who was he to trap him with some stupid fated biology nonsense when he deserved so much more?

He presses his head further against his knees until they’re digging into his forehead. 

Just leave, he tells himself. Stop crouching behind this stupid pillar and just… go home. He has a long shift tomorrow and he’s already lost half a days’ pay from this whole trip. 

But deep inside he doesn’t want to. If he leaves now…he’ll probably never see Ryder again. He spent all weekend psyching himself up, telling himself he’d be glad to see him again, and all the wonderful things that happened when fated mates came together. He’d tried so hard. Had practically begged the receptionist through a stuttering, shaky voice to just…give him a chance. Or maybe he hadn’t tried hard enough? If he had dressed up more or been prettier or been more charming, would that have worked? Either way he’d blown it. He’d absolutely blown it, but if he left now…that meant giving him up. And he just…

“ Loki. ” 

The voice is so deep and syrupy and familiar that it cuts straight through all of the panicky static that’s been swirling in his head since last week. 

No way, no way. Is he hallucinating? 

Still, the shadow looming over him is real so he slowly looks up…and up…and up– god, he’s so fucking tall – but it’s him. His mate. 

The tears he’s been fighting this whole time, since his mate’s receptionist looked him over and obviously found him worthless, now well up and fall in big drippy streams down his cheeks. 

He’s so pathetic, crying just from seeing him. He tries to say the enigma’s name but nothing comes out and he can only mouth Ryder past the little hiccups bubbling past his throat. 

Faced with his crying omega, Ryder moves before thinking, dropping to his knees and cupping that dearly beloved face between his hands, thumbs rubbing away each salty pearl. His heart squeezes at the sight of teary blue eyes and the sound of small desperate little hiccups. He rests their foreheads together and closes his eyes at the profound ache in his chest even as something in him sings from having his omega in his arms.

Loki’s hands come up to grip at his forearms, tiny fingers digging into his suit as he cries.

“Baby,” Ryder breathes, feeling so wretched and guilty he wants to tear his chest open in penitence. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve been waiting for you, I should have never left you alone. Every person in my building should’ve known your face and rolled out the red carpet for you. I never wanted to make you cry.” His voice is pained, filled with self-loathing.

Loki is crying too hard to speak so he just shakes his head. 

“Yell at me, darling,” the enigma pleads. “Berate me, tell me all the things I’ve wronged you with. Don’t bottle it all up and cry by yourself, I can’t stand it. Everything is my fault, you’ve done nothing wrong. I take full responsibility. Tell me how I can fix this, my sweet, I’ll do anything.” 

And just like that, some sort of dam erupts inside of him. 

“I spent a whole weekend!” Loki wails through his tears, pushing the enigma away to clutch at his chest and sob. His chest feels so hot and tight with anger, despair, helplessness, and so many other countless emotions he can’t name, but right now he just feels aggrieved. Everything is coming out in a rush, interrupted only by his own gasps and hiccups. He uses his wrists to wipe away tears but they just keep coming.

“I told myself how happy you’d be to see me and how much you must have missed me and all these stupid, stupid things. I…I deluded myself into thinking I deserve to have you, but the receptionist…she….she knew and I knew and everyone knows! It doesn’t make sense. I’m just some…random omega off the street. Why would we be mates? There’s so many better, prettier omegas out there, how could I compare? Of course she wouldn’t let me see you!” 

He’s rambling, he knows, but he can’t stop. Everything is so unfair and cruel; his enigma is staring at him with soft, pained eyes and he can see him opening his mouth to say something but he doesn’t want to hear it. 

“I wasted a whole weekend convincing myself I was someone worthy and it all fell down, but I tried! I tried to see you and it didn’t work because I’m useless and I should’ve left but then I wouldn’t get to see you again! And I already took the time off and missed half a days’ paycheck and it doesn’t matter because she wouldn’t let me in and she would’ve called security and – I fucking spent a whole weekend!” 

He knows he sounds like a lunatic, sobbing about a lost weekend when that was the least of his problems (how was he going to eat next week and pay bills without half a day’s worth of pay?) but his weekend had been filled with so much anxiety and uncertainty that he had tried so hard to overcome only to fail at the first hurdle, everything crashing around him so badly he feels like the lowest of trash and–

“Shh, my sweet darling omega,” his enigma soothes, opening his arms to coax the exhausted omega into falling into his embrace. He cups a hand against that beloved feathery head and presses his cheek to it, his other hand rubbing soothingly up and down his back as the omega sobs. “How I wish I had taken you home last week so you wouldn’t have had to worry. You should only know how much you’re loved, Loki. Wholly and utterly. There’s no one else for me but you.”

They stay like that, the enigma whispering soft words of love and affirmation into his ear, until Loki’s sobs subside into soft hiccups and sniffles, soothing him until the omega falls asleep just like that against his shoulder. 

Ryder can’t bear to disturb him so he just lifts the sleeping omega up like a small child and carries him back to the office lobby. 

His wide-eyed receptionist timidly sidles into his peripheral vision and he grits his teeth at even the briefest glimpse of her, trying to calm the angry beast inside him that wants to rip her to shreds for upsetting his omega. 

“…I know you were doing your job,” he says tightly once he thinks he can speak without snarling or giving into darker instincts. “But frankly, I’m fighting the urge to kill you right now in the most painful ways I can imagine, so you need to disappear from my sight until I calm down. Tell the valet to bring my car around.”

She squeaks and nods, quickly leaving. 

As he waits, Ryder stares at his softly breathing omega, rocking him gently and cooing when he snuffles adorably. The remnants of tears cling to his thick lashes. It makes them even prettier and Ryder can’t wait to make him cry from pleasure and not sadness. 

When the car finally pulls up, he has the valet open the passenger door so he can deposit his precious cargo. Loki briefly wakes up in panic when he’s separated from Ryder and placed in the leather seat but he quickly calms down and drifts away again when Ryder strokes his hair and soothes him, saying he was just taking him home. 

He texts his packmates that he’s bringing their omega home along with a photo of the sleeping Loki and then mutes the flurry of notifications. 

*

Loki enters the double doors of the building, ignores the CEO Reception desk, and heads straight for the elevator. On his way, the few people milling about in the lobby see him, stop in their tracks, and bow 90 degrees. Loki uncomfortably waves them off, quickening his steps. 

He scans his special card and inputs the code that will give him access to the top floor, heart giddy with excitement. The hem of his long coat brushes lightly against his bare ankles. 

When the elevator dings, he slips out and heads for the CEO’s office. He’d called ahead to confirm Ryder didn’t have any more meetings scheduled for the day so his secretaries sitting outside don’t bat an eye and just bow as he passes them with a quick greeting and a wave. 

Loki really wishes they didn’t all bow like this but Ryder is adamant that every employee in the building knows who he is and treats him with the utmost respect after his first traumatic visit. He’d convinced Ryder not to fire his receptionist for properly doing her job, but she’d ended up quitting not long after when it became clear Ryder could never truly forgive her, so he doesn’t push it and lets them bow. 

He pushes open the door to the office and steps inside, locking it behind him. 

His Daddy looks up from the document he’s reviewing and his whole manner brightens as he smiles, sliding it away into a drawer as he beckons Loki forward. 

Loki patters toward him and giggles when his Daddy hooks him by the waist with an outstretched arm and pulls him the rest of the way into his lap, the omega wrapping his arms around his Daddy’s neck. The enigma drops a soft kiss on his nose. “What a lovely treat,” he says, his voice like chocolate syrup in Loki’s ears, rich and delicious. “My darling omega personally come to visit.” 

“Mm, missed you Daddy.”

The enigma tugs at the long coat. “And what is this, hm?”

His omega’s lovely lips pull in a smirk. “Your surprise gift.” 

His Daddy arches a beautiful brow. “Shall I unwrap it then?” 

“Mm,” the omega agrees, leaning back and lifting his hips so his Daddy can tug open the ties and slip it off. The coat falls to the floor to reveal the omega’s lithe body clad in nothing but delicate gold chains that criss-cross along his belly and wrap around his thighs, framing his pretty tits and pink pussy in a stunningly erotic fashion.

Ryder flips them so that Loki is now nestled in the big, plush office chair, his legs thrown over the sides of the armrests so that he’s spread wide. The enigma kneels, eyes savoring the sight.

His Daddy gives a low whistle, possessive hands petting at the omega’s inner thighs and stroking between his spread legs where Loki’s thigh meets his mound. “All for me?” 

“Mhmm.” 

“And these?” his Daddy asks, dragging his fingertips to a lovely delicate ankle to where the omega’s feet are clad in dirty white sneakers. 

Loki blushes endearingly. “I forgot the heels when I was heading out the door,” he admits with a pout and Ryder laughs, slipping the sneakers off and exposing tiny, pink flexing toes. 

His omega extends a slender leg and hooks his heel around his neck, coyly drawing him closer. Just this already has the enigma stiffening fully in his pants. From the innocent blushing thing he’d been at the beginning, Loki’s seduction technique has vastly improved.  

“I hear you’re free for the rest of the day.” 

“That I am,” the enigma says. Actually, unbeknownst to the omega, Ryder had been in the room when he’d called and the man had told his secretaries to tell him he was free and to cancel or reschedule all his remaining meetings. 

None the wiser and happy to have “surprised” his mate, the omega purrs. “So Daddy has time to fuck his baby over his desk?” 

He really was too cute, the enigma thinks. Did he really think a CEO’s desk would be as bare as it was currently? He’d removed all the things from his desk, anticipating what schemes his omega had in store for him during this “surprise” visit. 

“Of course,” he rumbles. “Spread out so delightfully, Daddy definitely wants to taste first.” He lowers his head and inhales deeply. The omega is already wet, the pink folds of his pussy glistening lewdly between the gold chains. 

He strokes at the folds, eliciting a soft moan as his fingers sink into plush flesh. The omega whines at the delicate touch, already greedy for more. 

“Lick me, Daddy,” the little minx purrs, sliding a hand down and spreading his cunt lips with two fingers. 

Ryder grips the omega by his plush thighs and immediately goes to town, licking at the slick bubbling up through the slit and laving at the silky inner folds, twisting his tongue this way and that. The omega gasps and moans, arching from the chair as his pussy is devoured and shoving his fingers in his mouth to muffle the sounds. The enigma doesn’t stop but he reaches a hand up to grab the omega’s remaining hand which is now clenching uselessly on his belly and moves it to his head. Loki threads a shaking hand in the enigma’s dark curls but doesn’t tug, just shyly pets at the soft strands, legs quivering around the alpha’s head as he’s eaten out by a thick, skilled tongue. 

Familiar heat builds up in his belly and he finally tightens his grip in warning. “G-Gonna cum, Daddy,” he whispers. Ryder answers him with a hard flick to his clit and Loki cums, shaking and shivering in his Daddy’s chair, liquid spilling from his pussy to drip into the enigma’s mouth and pool on the leather seat. 

The sight of his gorgeous mate standing to his full, magnificent height, pushing his hair back with one hand while the other swipes across his lips wet from Loki’s release is so blindingly erotic that Loki whimpers, his cunt clenching on nothing. 

It must show on his face because his Daddy smirks at him. The enigma leans back against his desk, removes his belt, and slowly unbuttons his pants, freeing his cock which stands proudly erect against his stomach, its prominent veins bulging and the mushroom head dark with arousal. For most other omegas, it would probably look extremely intimidating but for Loki, it’s magnificent. The enigma smirks as he sees Loki’s eyes dilate, the black almost overtaking the blue, and crooks a finger at Loki. “Come get it then, baby boy.” 

The omega slowly stands and then pads over as if in a trance, gaze solely fixed on the enigma’s cock. So focused, he isn’t expecting to be suddenly grabbed by his alpha and spun around to face the desk. Loki yelps as his hips hit the desk and he falls forward, his legs roughly spread by a broad hand that then travels to his pussy, a thick thumb rubbing between his folds. 

“Nnngh…Daddy…” Loki mewls, his cheek pressed to the polished surface of the desk, the body chains digging slightly against his skin. He moans as the tip of that thumb dips inside him briefly, his hole clenching in vain to keep it inside, and then retreats back to just stroking along the wet folds. He’s so wet the slide is smooth as butter. Loki jolts as that thumb brushes against his clit. “Haah…more…”

“So sensitive,” his Daddy murmurs, his tone dark with satisfaction. Loki shivers at the rich, velvety sound. He faintly thinks he could probably cum just from listening to his Daddy talk. 

Ryder chuckles, stroking at Loki’s pussy with his thumb just a little longer just for the satisfaction of seeing the digit disappear between the chubby lips, before he slides two fingers inside the wet heat. They go in easily, as do the third, and the fourth. Ryder whistles lowly. “You came prepared.”

“Mmmnh,” his omega slurs. “I used…your dildo.”

Ryder smirks and the omega gasps and moans when he feels the telltale heat and thickness of his enigma’s cock head rubbing at his entrance. Pre is beading up from the slit and smears against his tender flesh. “Such a slut…you’ve taken my silicone copy in this cunt and now you’re greedy for the real thing?” 

Loki tries to move his hips back to get the cock to penetrate him but he’s held in place by a firm hand on his hip so he can only hump at the cockhead still slowly sliding back and forth just between his wet folds. He whines when the head catches at the rim of his entrance only to slide away, his hole clenching on nothing. “It can’t compare to the real thing.” He turns his head to catch his Daddy’s eyes with his pleading blue gaze. “Please? I’m so empty.” He bites his lip as enticingly as he can. “Wanna feel your cock inside me so bad…”

“Ah it does work so well on me when you beg,” his enigma murmurs, finally impaling him in one smooth stroke. Loki cries out as he’s carved open, feeling his pussy stretch around the immense pillar. He feels so full and yet…his Daddy isn’t all the way in. 

“More…” the omega pleads. He reaches back and puts his palm on the enigma’s hip trying to get him to move further forward. “Inside my womb…”

“Already so eager,” the enigma huffs. Even previously stretched, the strangling grip of Loki’s pussy feels heavenly around his cock. Ryder thrusts shallowly, feeling the silky walls slowly relax around his cock as they get used to his girth, and then thrusts in deep, his cockhead bumping into that second gate inside his omega. Heat swirls in his belly just imagining the even tighter, wetter heat beyond it, just waiting for him to breach that second gate to fuck into his omega’s womb. “Ready?” he murmurs hotly in Loki’s ear. 

“Mm,” the omega whimpers. “I want it.” 

Ryder slowly slides his cock deeper in, wanting his omega’s pussy to feel every inch it’s taking in. His cock head rubs at the second gate, encouraging it to open. It resists at first but under the unrelenting pressure, it begins to spread. Wider and wider until his cock breaches that tight clench and bottoms into Loki’s womb. Nothing is better than this, Ryder thinks, his whole brain lit up with arousal at how deep he’s sat inside his omega and the perfect, wet heat of Loki’s pussy and the punishing clench of his cervix just under his cockhead. The omega’s pussy spasms and Ryder bites his lip as the cervix mouths at his cock, squeezing and relaxing in turn as the muscles adjust to the penetration. 

“You open up so beautifully, baby,” Ryder praises breathlessly. “Your cervix is hugging me so tightly…”

“Haaah!” The omega beneath him shivers and shudders as his body opens up its most intimate place for him, orgasm rolling through him as he cums on Ryder’s cock. Only a little liquid trickles out to drip from his folds, plugged as full as he is with cock. “Nnngh…so deep…haah….” He feels so full he could gag, the stretch so delicious it feels as obscene as it must look.

Ryder leans down, using his massive bulk to cage Loki in with his arms. One hand braces against the desk and the other kneads at one of Loki’s breasts, flicking at his nipple, before sliding up to grip at the curve of the omega’s jaw, tugging him almost upright, the omega’s arms scrambling to support him. “Ready?” he rumbles again, right next to Loki’s flushed ear. Loki swallows at the dark promise in his Daddy’s voice. 

“Mmnhh, please?” he whispers. There’s only one beat of stillness before Loki is violently thrown into chaos, gasping and moaning and panting as his Daddy reams into him without mercy, his thick, heavy rod carving into Loki’s wet, defenseless pussy like cutting through butter. “Nnnngh…fuck…so good,” Loki slurs from where his cheek is mashed against his Daddy’s hand still gripping his jaw. He can’t exert any force and just allows himself to be used, his hips digging into the edge from the force of the enigma’s thrusts. Wetness streams from his cunt, trailing down his thighs as that cock stirs up his insides and fucks into his womb.

 “This is what you wanted right?” his Daddy taunts. His hips slap against Loki’s, his sack smacking against his clit in a way that makes the omega’s eyes roll to the back of his skull, his whole scalp tingly with sensation. “To be fucked over my desk?” Loki can only moan an agreement through numb lips. His Daddy huffs a laugh. “Have I fucked you so stupid you can’t even talk? Slut. ”

His legs shake and his left leg buckles, but his Daddy only swiftly lifts it up by the thigh, setting it on top of the desk. Loki shoves a hand in his mouth to distract himself from the toe-curling tingles of sensation the new angle brings him, his Daddy’s cock rubbing at new places that send jolts of lightning up his spine. 

“G-Gonna c-cum…” he breathes, feeling the familiar tightness in his belly. 

“Mm, cum for me,” his Daddy says and Loki closes his eyes as he slides up his peak and cums, wetness gushing from his pussy as his Daddy pulls out. Ryder smacks his cock against the quivering pink folds to milk out more squirt juice and then slides back in for another round. Loki twitches in overstimulation but his gaping hole and cervix aren’t in a position to deny the enigma anything and he shivers and shakes in his Daddy’s hold as he’s used again. Time passes in a haze, punctuated only with the slick noises of Loki’s pussy as it’s fucked so deep he thinks he can feel it in his throat. He cums as much as he wants, the slide only getting wetter and squelchier each time he soaks his Daddy’s cock in his juices.

A squeeze to his tit is the only warning he gets before his Daddy cums, shooting thick and creamy into his womb and coating his insides with cum. Loki cums again in succession, his body seizing and twitching as he orgasms.

Ryder waits until his orgasm passes before he slides out and hikes Loki’s right leg onto the desk so that he’s on all fours on top of the desk and then drops to his knees. Loki keens and arches his back as his Daddy licks a thick stripe across his dripping entrance, catching the cum and slick that leaks out and then feeding it back into the creamy hole with his tongue. 

“Shit…” Loki drops to his elbows, pushing his hips back onto the wet muscle exploring inside his slick cavern. “Deeper, Daddy…” He’s rewarded; the muscle slithering deeper inside him to tongue-fuck his sloppy hole. His pussy flutters around it, so open and wet that the tongue can freely move in and out of him, dragging out cum and slick only to push it back in as it slides in and out. Even still, it can’t catch everything and Loki can feel wetness drip from his gaping hole to puddle on the desk between his legs. He cums again lazily on that tongue, not an earth-shattering orgasm, but one that whooshes through him and settles like a fuzzy blanket over him, making him loose-limbed and relaxed. 

It’s short lived though because – 

“We aren’t done yet, baby boy,” his enigma says lowly before easily flipping the omega over so that they were now face to face. Ryder crowds against him, bullying his body in between Loki’s spread legs, and kisses him so deep Loki has to catch himself with his hands to avoid falling flat on his back. Ryder’s big hand cups his skull, pushing his head up and forward to meet his lips. The enigma’s tongue invades his mouth and he can taste the heady mix of his own musk and his Daddy’s cum. He wraps his legs around his Daddy’s waist and loops his arms around his neck, pressing them together so close his breasts are digging into his Daddy’s suit jacket. 

Loki ends up being the one to break away first with a squeal, but only because Ryder had snuck his other hand in between them to grind his thumb against his tight, swollen clit. 

“Haaah…fuuuh…” Loki tries to lean back and away from that bullying digit and ends up flat on his back with nothing to show for it with his bottom half firmly in the grip of his mate, his clit unable to escape the onslaught. Fire licks up his spine and settles in his stomach, reaching higher and higher until Loki rapidly tips over and cums again, drenching his Daddy’s hand and wrist and adding to the puddles on the desk and floor.

“Another orgasm for you,” his Daddy drawls as Loki tries to catch his breath like he hadn’t been the instigator. “So I think I deserve to have another, yes?” His eyes gleam. “Fair’s fair.”

Loki whimpers as his Daddy lines up his once again erect cock with his pussy, smearing his wetness around with his cockhead for a minute before sliding back inside. It’s purposefully, maddeningly slow like his Daddy wants him to feel every fat inch of the thick shaft as it enters him. “Mmnghhh,” Loki mewls, his legs instinctively spreading into a mating press at the stretch. His hands gravitate to his knees to hold himself open as he’s breached.

Ryder’s eyes are glued to where his cock is disappearing inside the small cunt, watching as the fluttering pussy swallows him down inch by inch. The stretch looks obscene and yet there’s barely any resistance, the slide wet and squelchy as he fucks into the creamy mess of flesh. Even so, the walls hug him so damnably tightly he can feel every pulse as the omega’s pussy throbs around him. It’s like sliding into a custom cocksleeve, just open enough and wet enough to take him in. 

He fucks into the omega’s womb with a snap of his hips, the cervix meekly parting to let his cock through and kissing around his cock like it’s missed him. Loki clenches and relaxes at the deep penetration and his cervix follows suit, contracting around his cock like a collar. 

Ryder begins to move, slowly at first and then ratcheting up in speed until he’s pounding into the omega, ruining his pussy even more as he thrusts with abandon. His cock makes slick, creamy sounds as it pumps in and out, the skin of his cock coming out milky and sticky with cum and fluid. It leaks from the creamy folds and connects his hips and thighs to the omega’s bottom with gooey strings of cum and slick. He can see the bulge of his cock moving where it distends the omega’s belly and he presses his palm against the highest point it reaches. It’s ridiculously far up.

“Look how deep inside I am,” he murmurs reverently. “Your little cunt and womb can take me in so far. Such a good little cock slut.”

Loki whimpers, too overcome with pleasure to muster any real response. The enigma’s voice envelops him like rich chocolate, 

“That’s what you are right? Sucking me in so tightly. Coming to my office naked and dripping just to get your pussy filled.” Ryder leans forward to lick a dirty stripe up the omega’s chin, wet with the drool coming from his open, red mouth. “Say it.”

Loki opens his mouth but squeals when Ryder impatiently flicks at his rosebud clit. “Say it.”

“Haaah…’m a cocks-slut–nnggh Daddy…please…” Loki arches as a particularly delicious thrust has him seeing stars. 

Even with foggy eyes, he still sees Ryder’s smirk. “Cocksluts like you can cum just from getting their cervix used right? Why don’t you show me?” He punctuates it with a deep, hard grind of his cock. The thick mushroom head pops past his cervix with an lewd sound and then pulls back out only to grind its way back in, in and out and in and out, massaging and stimulating the little gate until Loki arches with a cry, his orgasm stampeding through him to gush another flood of liquid, wetting his Daddy’s cock and pants and desk. His Daddy plugs him back up in the next moment, shoving back through his cervix just in time for it to clamp down and send the enigma into an orgasm of his own, releasing thick, creamy cum deep inside the omega’s womb. 

Ryder doesn’t pull out, just leans forward and crushes the omega into the desk with his weight, the both of them panting as they catch their breath. The enigma nuzzles into his mate’s neck as Loki cards his fingers through the man’s sweaty hair. 

“Did…Did you like your surprise?” Loki asks once they’ve mostly recovered although Ryder continues to lay across him, basking in his omega’s affection. For his part, the omega doesn’t seem to mind the weight and at some point has locked his ankles behind his back to keep him there. 

Ryder huffs a laugh and squeezes the omega’s hips. “I’ll be expecting routine visits.”

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Loki swings his legs as he sits alone at the bar, nursing a little fruity drink that’s deceptively high in alcohol. He’s drunk half of it and it buzzes merrily in his veins, leaving him with a lovely flush in his cheeks. 

“Hey, sweet thing, what’s a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?”

Loki wrinkles his nose as a big, sweaty alpha reeking of alcohol heaves himself into the empty seat next to him. The omega doesn’t respond and just sips at his drink, hoping his nonresponse will be answer enough. 

“Hey!” 

Loki slides his eyes over, his brows wrinkled in a little frown. “Go away, you stink.” 

Normally, he wouldn’t be so forward, but he was having such a good time and the alcohol is making him feel bold and brave. And he’d been saving that seat! He glares at the alpha through blurry eyes as the alpha sputters, face turning red. 

“You little–” He raises a fist in the air as if to hit him when it’s suddenly caught by a tattooed arm. Loki fights a shiver as he looks at this second alpha, covered in tattoos that disappear into his loose tank and devastatingly good looking. His thighs squeeze and rub together a little under his skirt. 

“Hey now, the pretty omega said ‘no’ so how about you take a hint, hm?” 

“Who the fuck—ack!” The first alpha falters as his wrist is brutally crushed in a punishing grip.

“Hm?” The second alpha smiles. His voice darkens, his eyes flashing with barely concealed rage that has the first alpha frozen as he rapidly loses blood flow to his right hand. “Is that an enthusiastic ‘Yes, sir’ I hear or am I going to have to get rid of this arm?” 

“I’ll go!” the first alpha stammers. “Fuck, you crazy bastard–fuck!” He clenches his teeth as his wrist bones crackle menacingly. 

“Good,” the second alpha says. “And if I ever catch you even thinking about hitting an omega again, you’re going to be losing both arms. Now scram.”

The alpha runs away, cursing and Luka restrains himself to only sneering in the direction he leaves. After all, he has better things to do. 

Luka smiles at the little tipsy omega as he hops onto the empty bar stool next to him. “Now that he’s gone, how about we talk, kitten?”

“Talk about what?” The omega blinked stupidly at this newest stranger, who was handsome and didn’t smell bad at all like the last guy. In fact, he smelled really good and Loki doesn’t realize he’s leaned way too far towards the stranger in an effort to catch more of his scent until he almost topples off the stool. 

The alpha catches him to his delight and he buries his nose happily in the alpha’s chest, inhaling the scent of musk and something his fuzzy brain can’t quite place but smells amazing. 

“Oi, oi, should you be this out of it already, kitten?” Loki thinks he hears the stranger mutter but he ignores it and snuggles closer to the alpha. His head lifts and dips with the alpha’s chest as the alpha heaves a sigh. “You really shouldn’t be getting this close to a stranger.”

“Mm?”

The stranger grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him upright and away, steadying him. Loki pouts at being pulled away, the scent growing fainter and less noticeable with distance.

“You make it so hard to resist, kitten,” the stranger mutters again under his breath and Loki tilts his head in confusion. “Never mind,” the stranger says. “Here, your drink.”

His half drunken fruity drink is pushed into his hands and Loki stares at it with blurry eyes before he lifts it to his mouth. The drink still tastes fruity going down but it tastes weirdly a little saltier than before. Fog swirls in his head, muting all the colors and making him a bit dizzy.

“That’s a good kitten,” the stranger praises. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Loki answers because it’s true, he feels floaty and warm and there’s such a handsome nice alpha here to take care of him and—

“I see,” the alpha says, a fond smile curling at his lips. It makes him look extra handsome. “Can this nice handsome alpha help you outside?” 

That sounds amazing to Loki’s foggy brain and the added bonus of the alpha encouraging him with a slight touch to his waist seals the deal. “Mmhmm!” Loki puts his empty glass down and eagerly hops off his stool, tottering a bit on his heels as he lands. The alpha loops his arm fully around his waist to steady him as he guides Loki through the crowd and out the door. 

Unknown to Loki, three other figures quickly leave the room right after them, leaving behind three gaggles of disappointed omegas. 

*

The cold air feels nice on his heated skin but they only make a brief stop right outside the bar where he inhales lungfuls of crisp night air that slightly clear his head before the stranger is herding him towards a car parked across the street. 

“Are we going somewhere?” Loki asks as he stumbles after the stranger. 

“Home,” the stranger answers. He winks at Loki and licks his lips. “Where we’ll take good care of you.”

“We?”

“Yep.” 

Loki’s pushed inside the car where he finds three other alphas already inside, two in the back and one in the driver’s seat. Before he can even startle, a sweet-smelling cloth is pushed against his mouth and nose and he knows no more after that. 

*

When he comes to, Loki feels a lot more clear-headed but his limbs feel heavy like lead. He opens his eyes slowly as his brain catches up and realizes he’s standing with his wrists tied up in cuffs above his head, now naked except for a thin, translucent wrap around his breasts and a thong made of the same material. 

“Wh—“

“Awake now, kitten?” Even his head feels heavy and it's a struggle to just look for the source of the voice without having his head loll back. Conveniently, the source walks up to him, the alpha stranger from the bar. He’s naked, his tattoos, now on full display, run across his chest and arms, and Loki feels a shiver run down his spine as his eyes land on the lengthy pierced cock that’s fully erect and bobbing between the alpha’s legs. When the alpha sees where he’s looking, he laughs. “More of that coming,” he says before he whistles.

It’s definitely a signal because immediately, Loki sees the door behind the alpha open and three more alphas walk in, equally naked and intimidatingly tall, all with veritable weapons between their legs. 

Loki subconsciously squeezes his thighs together. A foreboding feeling slices down his spine as they circle him like hyenas ready to pounce and yet he can feel slick beginning to leak from his pussy as the three approach him.

His lips feel numb as he forces them to move. “Wh-What are you planning to do to me?” he asks nervously even though he already knows the answer. He tries to take a step back but the cuffs on his wrists only let him go so far. His mind races with thoughts of fight or flight but even if he wasn’t tied up, his limbs feel so heavy he knows he wouldn’t be able to fight back no matter what they planned to do. 

One of the other alphas, with a tattoo curling down one side of his chest and almost ethereally pretty, smirks. “Going to fuck you, of course.” He leans forward and licks his lips. “Our delicious, helpless little prey.”

*

They start with their hands, Loki trembling in their midst as hands roam and stroke and squeeze across his body. They stroke across his belly, squeeze his ass, knead at his breasts, and forcibly pry his thighs apart to slide their palms back and forth between his legs over his clothed pussy. The thin piece of fabric does hardly anything to dull the heat of their hands or the pressure of their touches and it only reminds him of how flimsy it is, that he may be wearing “underwear” but he might as well be wearing nothing at all. The fear should make him cold but he can feel his body heating up under their touch and wetness drip from his pussy. 

“N-No! Stop, please– nnnghh!” 

“Stop?” The pretty alpha laughs. He hooks his arm below one of Loki’s knees and lifts it up so they can all see clearly between his legs where the translucent fabric has turned clear in the center to expose the pinkness of his cunt. “Look how wet you are, princess.”

Another alpha, broad and muscled, swipes his hand beneath the soaked fabric and brings it to Loki’s face. Thick strings of viscous slick connect his fingers, irrefutable proof of his arousal. “Your slutty cunt is practically gagging for it,” he teases as he wipes his fingers on Loki’s lips, painting them like it’s lip gloss. “Doesn’t look like you want us to stop at all.”

“No, let me go!” Loki squirms in the restraints as soon as his leg is set back down, trying to flinch away from one alpha only to send himself closer to another as he’s surrounded on all sides. His flimsy bra is tugged away to free his breasts which are immediately beset upon by two of them who lap at his nipples until they’re peaked and stiff on their tongues. His heavy limbs refuse to listen to him and the pleasurable feeling of their hot mouths and probing hands only turns his legs further to jelly. His mind races, a prisoner of his body that is beginning to fall to pieces under their touch. One of them licks at his cheek and he shudders. “P-Please…I won’t tell anyone, just let me go!” 

He’s met with huffs of laughter and his lip wobbles as he stares at them through blurry, tear-filled eyes. “You look so bullied,” the enigma notes in a deep, rich voice that has him shivering. The enigma is standing behind him so he can’t see his face, but he watches as one large hand wraps around him to palm at his front, so large it almost covers the expanse of his belly, while long, pianist fingers trail down to tug the last flimsy piece of fabric away to reveal his pussy. It’s pink and sticky with slick that’s smeared across the plump lips. 

“Wh-What are you–ngh!” Loki throws his head back as two fingers spear into him and curl, the fingertips rubbing at the deepest parts of him where no one’s been before. “No! Take them out!”

“This mouth of yours isn’t very honest,” says the rich voice again. “I think we’d better ask the more honest mouth. Let’s see how wet your little pussy is already, hm?” 

“Nnnngh!” Loki bites his lip to muffle a moan as his pussy clenches around those fingers, sucking them in tightly as if begging them to stay right where they are. The enigma keeps his wrist in place, only working and moving the fingers trapped inside his cunt as he rubs and strokes at his inner walls. Loki whimpers as his g-spot is quickly discovered and then the man is digging his fingers in mercilessly until Loki is crying and squirming and arching. 

Right there, Loki’s pussy wants him to say, fuck, right there, please. His nipples feel heavenly inside the hot mouths of the alphas currently attacking them, zings of pleasure zipping up his spine with each suckle. Loki bites his lip to stifle the urge to beg aloud, not wanting to give these fuckers the satisfaction of knowing how good he feels. 

“Stubborn boy,” he hears the enigma chuckle before he moves his other hand and presses three fingers against the surface of his stomach right where his fingers are stretching him below and oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, Loki didn’t even know you could stimulate the g-spot from both sides like this to multiply the sensation tenfold. He thrashes weakly in his bindings, but the fingers remain where they are, inexorably driving him towards the brink. His nipples throb where they’re held hostage between the alphas’ lips and tongues. 

He hates how good it feels, how his body is responding so beautifully exactly like they’re describing in whispers against his skin, how he’s about to– Loki squeezes his eyes shut as he tries to force down the feeling of his orgasm brewing beneath his skin but it’s all too much to take. The sounds of the fingers moving around in his pussy get louder and squelchier as his wetness builds up inside. Loki sobs when he finally is forced to orgasm, his cunt dripping lewdly around the fingers, drops falling like rain to land on the mat below him. “N-No…no…”

The enigma huffs with amusement as he slides his fingers out accompanied by a rush of liquid that splatters on the floor. Loki’s knees buckle and fold but he’s kept upright by the ties on his wrists. The other alphas have also stopped, returning back to just sliding their hands across his body. “Such an honest pussy,” the enigma murmurs as he wipes his wet fingers on Loki’s stomach. “Cumming just from some fingers.”

Loki only shakes his head mutely as tears drip down his face, too overwhelmed and defeated from his orgasm to respond. The enigma doesn’t care for his lack of answer, and grips his chin to rotate it towards him. Gold-gray eyes take in his teary, reddened eyes.

“So pretty when you cry, omega.” Loki wants so badly to rip free from the man’s grip but with his limbs sapped of energy, he has no choice but to let the enigma look his fill. He keeps his lips firmly shut, not wanting to make any more lewd sounds, but he can feel hands tugging his flimsy panty down until it’s around his ankles before they’re spreading his legs apart and–

“A-Ahh!” The second he opens his mouth, the enigma’s tongue is inside, sliding heatedly against his own. At the exact same time a tongue enters in from the other end, sliding inside his sex in a similar fashion. The two slippery tongues devour him from either end, wet and messy and obscene. Loki’s head spins as he tries to move his head and hips to dislodge either of them loose but they’re too deep inside, licking at the walls of his mouth and cunt. 

The alphas on either side of him are laughing as he writhes, their fingers gripping his hips to keep him locked in place for the alpha between his legs and their lips teasing at his sensitive neck and ears. “Mmrng…” Loki tries to moan past the tongue tangling with his own from a particularly wet slurp at his cunt that has him jerking in their hold. He instinctively tries to close his legs but that only results in a delighted moan against his core and the tongue burying even deeper when he inadvertently squeezes the alpha’s head between his thighs.

The enigma nips at his lip. “Looks like he likes having his pussy licked. You love having a tongue buried inside you, don’t you?” Loki whimpers in protest but the enigma only smirks. “Shhh, you don’t need to lie. Just listen to how wet you sound. I’m quite jealous. I bet your pussy tastes divine on the tongue. But not to worry, I still have plenty of time to take my turn between your legs.” With each word dripped like molten chocolate into his ears, Loki can’t help the physical reaction of his pussy clenching at the dark promise in the enigma’s tone. 

“How wet is he?” he hears the pretty one ask. 

“Dripping,” answers the one between his legs. “Like a fountain.” 

“No–” His protest is cut off with another kiss and Loki closes his eyes as he’s once again invaded by both tongues. 

A laugh comes from his other side. “I thought kittens didn’t like getting wet. This one can’t seem to help itself.” A hand palms his belly, sliding lower. “You ready for a shower, A?”

“Always.” 

Loki barely gets out a whimper of protest before that hand slides all the way down and a thumb starts rubbing meanly at his clit. The omega tries to twist away but the hands on his ankles and hips hold him in place and he sobs as he’s forced into another orgasm, squirting directly into the alpha’s waiting mouth as his legs shudder. He can hear and feel laughter pressed against his skin from everyone except the alpha below him who is only not laughing because he’s diligently shoving his entire tongue inside Loki’s pussy, his lips hungrily mouthing at his folds.

“Fuck, listen to how wet he is. Aidan’s drinking from him.” It was disgustingly true; his pussy was making soppy, watery noises with each lick and the alpha’s throat was bobbing up and down as he worked to swallow. But even so–

“It’s not me,” Loki lies desperately. “It’s just saliva…nngh!” He shudders as another orgasm wracks his body and he’s cumming on the alpha’s tongue, slick and cum splashing on the already soaked mat. Aidan finally pulls away, satisfied. He stands back up, his lips and chin still wet with Loki’s juices. Loki sobs as he’s released, his legs shaky from the aftershocks. 

“Still lying with this mouth,” the pretty alpha tuts. “We’ll just have to prove it to you with our cocks.” 

“Finally, I’m about to blow,” the pierced alpha says. “Ryder, hold him up for me.” 

The enigma, Ryder, hums from behind him and the other two alphas steady him as his legs are lifted up by the knees, spreading him open to present his still-dripping pussy to the pierced alpha. The pierced alpha smirks at Loki as he fists his cock, the piercings gleaming in the low light. “The name is Luka, remember to scream it while I’m fucking your brains out.”

“No…” Loki tries to shake his head as vigorously as he can and only manages a few shaky turns from side to side. “Don’t…please, I’m– I’ve never had anything inside–”

Luka’s eyes widen. And then he snorts.“A virgin?” He sweeps lusty eyes over Loki’s spread form. “I doubt it. Look how sloppy and wet your cunt is when we’ve barely touched you. I bet it gets fucked all the time.” He laughs as he lines himself up, the tip of his cock pressing just against Loki’s weeping entrance. “Well, no matter, you won’t be a virgin after tonight anyways.”

“No! Please don’t—!” Loki gasps as the alpha slides the first few inches in. “Stop…please–”

Luka laughs. “You say that, but your greedy little pussy is sucking me in so tightly.” Loki shakes his head and whimpers as the alpha sinks in another two inches, the metal piercings plucking at the rim of his entrance as Luka moves shallowly in and out.  “Fuck, your pussy was made to take cock, kitten. So wet and soft…I can’t take it, fuck, take it all.” He shoves fully inside him on the next thrust, sheathing himself with a satisfied groan. Loki cries out, body shuddering as he’s pried open, his pussy forced open by the large cock until it’s straining weakly around the length. 

“Fuck,” the alpha hisses. “So fucking tight…maybe you really are a virgin, kitten.” He slides out a bit and then thrusts back in with a grunt, punching a moan out of Loki’s throat as smooth metal scrapes at his insides. “Well,” he laughs, “not anymore. You’ll be a cock drunk whore by the end of tonight.”

“St-Stop!” Loki writhes as the cock pistons in and out of him, the slide somehow unbelievably smooth even with the friction of the piercings as they drag along his walls. The last piercing kisses at his clit with each thrust and it has Loki crying and twisting his body in a futile attempt to block the cock entry into his body but the alphas holding him up only tighten their grips and pry him further open. “No, no, no, no…” the omega sobs. 

He should hate it but all that races through him is pleasure with each stroke of the cock inside him, his cunt greedily gulping it down each time the alpha enters him. Loki cries out when Luka purposely grinds against him whilst buried inside, his magic cross stimulating his cervix while his pubic piercing butts insistently at his clit until he’s seeing stars. “Stop, stop, stop, stop–nnngh!” The alpha pulls out to see the flood of cum drip from his open cunt to the floor, grinning as he begins to rub across his pussy and clit to force him into a second orgasm. 

“Look at you go,” Luka says. “Cumming so beautifully, how can anyone resist?” He thumbs at Loki’s twitching clit, making the omega tense at the pulse of pleasure that rushes through him at the contact. “Can’t wait to fill this baby up with cum.” 

Panic rises sharply in him even as his pussy clenches at the words. He turns watery eyes on the alpha, hoping for some shred of mercy. “Please…not inside…” the omega begs as Luka easily slides back inside with a wet schlup , his pussy too open and wet to pose any resistance like he desperately wishes. He cringes as that damn piercing makes contact again with his swollen clit. 

“Oh, yes inside,” the alpha taunts as he speeds up, smacking their hips together. “ Deep inside. You’ll be spitting up cum for days after we’re done with you.” 

“N-No…I’m not…I don’t want to be p-pregnant…stop…aahh…”

“Is that so? I’ll believe it if you don’t cum when I do. They say it’s more likely to take if the omega orgasms…shall we put it to the test?”

The alpha fucks into him like an animal and leans forward to lick a stripe up between his breasts before taking one of his nipples into his mouth to suck and graze at it with his teeth. Loki glares at him, trying to convey his disgust, but it apparently only comes out looking desperate because the alpha laughs.

“Why don’t you call my name and I’ll consider pulling out and cumming on your pretty tits instead, hm?” 

Loki’s lips tremble. “L-Luka…”

“Mm, a little louder. Say ‘Luka, please don’t cum in me.’”

“Luka…please…don’t cum inside–ahhh!”

The alpha smirks and on the next thrust, he doesn’t pull out, sinks even deeper inside, and groans as he cums, shooting deep inside the omega’s cunt. “Oops,” the alpha says unrepentantly as he grinds his hips and Loki really, really tries to resist as hard as he can, but the feeling of hot, thick alpha cum splashing along his walls and the stimulation of his clit from the little metal bead as it grinds against the sensitive nub has him cumming too, his pussy seizing and drawing the alpha’s spend deeper into his body with every convulsion. 

“You–” Loki sobs, feeling the ooze of something thick and viscous leaking from inside him. “You said–”

“I said I’d consider it,” the alpha says airily. “And when I really thought about it…” He finally pulls out and fresh tears well up in Loki’s eyes when he feels the unmistakable drippy feeling of cum oozing from his hole. Luka collects what’s dripped out of him and feeds it back inside the twitching hole with his fingers. “Make sure to take it all, kitten.” He grins at Loki’s look of betrayal, merely stroking at his folds and making Loki’s breath hitch. “Don’t look at me like that, I can see your little pussy twitching from your orgasm.”

“You’re taking too long,” the pretty one says. “I want his pussy next.” 

“So impatient, pretty boy,” Luka says. “The drug should last a while. And even if it doesn’t…” He flicks Loki’s chin and drinks in Loki’s glare. “It’s not like we’d let him go anywhere.”

“We can share,” Aidan says, reaching up to undo the cuffs. “I want to get my mouth on him too.”

Loki’s arms, still heavy from the drug, immediately flop down as the cuffs detach and then Ryder is carrying him with surprising gentleness over to the large mattress further inside the room. Once he’s laid down, he’s quickly divested of his last covering, leaving him bare and shivering from anticipation in the middle of the mattress. It doesn’t last though and hands descend on Loki to once again wrench his legs apart to expose his wet cunt, still dripping alpha cum, to their hungry eyes. 

Two palms land on his thighs to keep them pressed flat against the mattress, two other palms keep his arms pinned down, and then all four of them are pressing one finger each inside his slick, twitching hole. Immobile under all the arms holding him down, Loki wails as the fingers pump in and out of him at various speeds, sometimes in sync, other times not, stretching the pink hole open as they explore his insides. His stuffed pussy clenches and spits squirt and slick all over their fingers as they massage at his tender walls and brush over every erogenous zone they can reach. 

“Not going to fight us anymore?” Ryder chuckles when Loki glares at him through hazy eyes. “So feisty even when your pussy is so soft and welcoming.” One of the alphas’ fingers finds his g-spot and Loki’s eyes roll back in his head, his spine arching as he cums for the second time, liquid spilling from his cunt as they finally remove their fingers. 

He isn’t given a break for long. Someone says “Damien, you’re up first.” The pretty alpha makes his way between his legs and fucks his cock inside his sloppy, unresisting hole in long, smooth strokes that have Loki mewling and gasping with each slide over his g-spot. Luka is at his side, leaning over to suck one of his tits into his mouth, his hot tongue swirling around the tight bud of his nipple and over the areola. His other hand grips the other and rolls the nipple lazily between his fingers until Loki is arching his chest up for more. On his other side, Ryder leans down to graze his lips over his clit and the omega gasps out a no that goes ignored just before he cums squirting all over the pretty alpha’s cock. 

“Fuck…” Damien breathes as he fucks him through the aftershocks. “Do that again, keep him cumming like that. Feels amazing on my cock when he clenches.” Ryder hums and continues to lap and suck at his clit, pressing a heavy hand down against Loki’s belly when his hips weakly try to buck him off.

Aidan kneels by his head, the thick shaft of his cock brushing against his cheek to smear pre against the smooth skin. “Open up, omega,” he says. Loki tries not to obey but Ryder delivers a little smack against his clit that has him gasping at the pleasure that crashes over him and then it’s too late. 

As the cock slides into his mouth, Loki realizes his jaw muscles feel just as heavy as the rest of him and he’s unable to fight even the lightest grip on his chin, his jaw slack and open and drooling incessantly as it’s fed inside inch by inch. His gag reflex doesn’t even activate and he gurgles wetly around the thick length as it slides down his throat to the hilt, unable to even choke it out. 

The alpha hisses as he thrusts his hips and throat fucks him. “Fuck, it’s so good…yeah…fucking take it…haah…you were made to suck cock, weren’t you?” 

Loki closes his eyes, humiliated tears trickling from the corners as he’s thoroughly used. Aidan cums in his mouth and he makes Loki swallow it all. Not long after, he feels something hot and thick flood inside him and knows the pretty alpha, Damien, must’ve cum inside him too. It’s fine , he convinces himself hysterically, so did Luka. What’s one more load?

They switch out, Aidan taking Damien’s place. Loki gasps as he bottoms out inside him, his cock girthier than the previous two, stretching his pussy wide. The alpha begins to move and Loki’s pulled under again when the rest of them take up their positions on all his sides, kissing and licking at his breasts, his neck, their hands petting over his belly, his thighs, his shoulders. The air itself feels sticky and wet with the way their sweaty bodies slide against his. Someone sucks at his tongue and then slides their own tongue into his mouth, the hot muscle pushing against his own to lick at the back of his teeth. He lets them, jaw loose and slack. When he opens his eyes, they’re too blurred from tears to see anything but hazy shapes. 

Loki shudders and cries out when the alpha finally cums inside him with a thumb pressed against his clit to force him to cum too. When the alpha slides out, his hole feels so loose and open, he thinks hysterically that it’ll never close up again– that any of these alphas could just bend him over and shove right into him without need for any preparation at all. 

“This’ll be a tight fit,” he hears before something blunt and heavy is pressing at his entrance. And oh god, oh god, oh god. 

“No– that’s– a-aah!” Loki wails as he’s carved open anew, even wider and deeper than before. He stares blankly at the ceiling as his body is forced to accept this even larger intruder. This is…enigma cock, he realizes. “‘M gonna break,” he gasps when the stretch only gets wider and deeper and oh god, when is he going to bottom out?

“Break?” the enigma’s rich voice chuckles. “You’re taking me so well. I’m almost fully inside.” 

“A-Almost?” the omega whimpers. Already, he can feel the blunt head of the enigma’s cock bumping against the furl of his cervix. “B-But there’s nowhere left to go–”

“Oh, but there is.” The croon of Ryder’s silky voice in his ear has Loki trembling. The head of his cock grinds deep inside him, pressing insistently on the entrance to his womb and– oh god. “Isn’t this little thing a door to more room?”

Loki’s head races frantically as realization numbs him to his bones. If the enigma cums in his womb, there’s no way he won’t get pregnant. He thrashes weakly but it’s a joke of a protest in the face of their strength. “N-No…no, no, no–a-aah!” His cervix puts up at least a semblance of a fight but it’s no match for a determined enigma and Loki cries out as the cock forces past his cervix, stretching the little gate that had never been breached before. 

“Such a good womb,” Ryder breathes when he’s finally all the way in. “What a good omega you are, taking me in like this.”

Loki just shakes his head mutely, silent tears running down his cheeks as the enigma begins to move. Traitorously, his body responds in all the ways that make the alphas smirk and grin at him. He cums on the second slide of the cock past his cervix, squirt juice squeezing out to drip from his cunt as the cock slides in and out of him. If he felt open before, it’s a joke compared to now, stretched on an enigma cock and pierced through to his womb. 

“Guhhh…fff…haah…” Loki feels his eyes roll back in his head as every inch of his sensitive insides are massaged by the cock still pistoning inside him, including the inside of his cervix which now lets him through without protest. Cum slops from inside him to ooze down his thighs and to the mattress in thick white strings and watery gushes. “C-Can’t…unghhh…” Lights sparkle behind his eyelids, every stroke feels like a stab straight into the pleasure center of his brain accompanied by little pops of pleasure from his nipples or his earlobe or his neck. 

When Ryder finally cums inside him, cock fully sunk inside his womb, it’s a different feeling from the rest– the hot flood of cum is even deeper inside him, thicker and more potent. Loki thinks he cums too, but he barely feels it, too caught up in the sensations and the feeling of being spread open again for the next alpha. 

He loses track of time, his body submerging under wave after wave of pleasure as the four of them take turns between his legs in all sorts of positions. They fuck him on his back, turn him over to fuck him on all fours, sit him up to fuck him from the bottom, and then start all over. Ryder fucks his womb a few more times, depositing more and more loads inside him until his belly is swelling. 

In between the fucking, they pry him open to lick at his thoroughly used pussy, sometimes two of them at once, with one suckling and tonguing at his clit while the other tonguefucks his cum-stained hole. Other times, one of them licks him while another fucks him, laving at his clit to make him squirt on whoever’s cock is inside him. 

His tits aren’t safe from abuse either but he can’t do much more than moan weakly as his nipples are sucked on and rolled between talented fingertips until they’re red and puffy and his breasts are squeezed and kneaded until he thinks he’ll never escape the phantom sensation of hands on his tits.

At some point, he thinks the drug’s effects are starting to lessen, but he still feels as helpless as before with their strong hands pinning him down and his limbs shaky from aftershocks as they pull orgasm after orgasm from him with their lips, tongues, and cocks. They feed him a steady stream of praise for how good he is for them and filthy descriptions of how gorgeous, how tight, how wet his ruined pussy is. 

“N-No…” he keeps saying because he doesn’t know what else to say, but he can’t tell if he means it anymore with how much he’s cum and how good his body feels. His pussy continues to leak as they fill him up and make him cum. He’s unable to tell if it’s more his cum or their cum but whatever it is, there’s so much of it, he thinks he’s definitely pregnant. His stomach certainly feels and looks bloated enough to be. 

“Maybe not,” one of them tells him and he realizes he must’ve said it out loud. “Here, kitten.” Suddenly, hands lift him up into a sitting position and he cries when someone slides into position below him. The hands disappear and he drops, too tired to keep himself up, his pussy pressed flush against a mouth that begins to tongue him open. “We can take turns licking the cum out of you if you want. You just have to be good for us, hm?”

Loki just pants, almost too far gone to process anything beyond the tongue driving wetly inside his sloppy, fucked-open pussy. He can feel a hand on his tits sliding over his nipples, another palming the curve of his ass, a tongue on his neck, someone’s breathing hotly against his ear, and someone’s squeezing his hand around their dick, the flesh hot and sticky and throbbing in his palm. 

“If you don’t want to be pregnant, make sure you ride his face real good so he can lick it all out of you.” A smack lands on his ass and Loki yelps, more from his clit grinding against the alpha’s nose than from the sting. Broad hands on his ass knead and squeeze, forcing him to ride and hump against the alpha’s face. Loki moans as the tongue inside him fucks steadily between his fluttering folds, scooping cum out from what feels like a neverending source inside him. 

“C’mon now, sweetheart.” Another slap lands on his ass. “Don’t make me do all the work.” 

Hiccuping, Loki moves his hips in tiny little circles as he grinds against the alpha’s face. His clit finds the alpha’s nose and he humps against it, chasing the little zings of pleasure until he’s cumming again, the alpha steadily swallowing it all as he cries. 

“How is he supposed to lick you clean if you keep cumming, princess?” A hand pulls at his hair, tipping his neck back so someone can suck a hickey into the hollow of his throat. 

“Even without him cumming, there’s a lot more left,” says a rich voice. “See?” Loki almost chokes as a hand presses on his belly and then there’s an awful, lewd, gushing sound to accompany the slushy squishy feeling of cum being pushed out of his overinflated womb to flood out between his legs. He flinches as he feels it burble out of him to coat his thighs and nether lips and trail down between his cheeks to be lapped up by an eager tongue. 

He feels some shuffling and then he’s being laid on his back, his legs pulled up and back and wide and then there’s more tongues licking between his thighs, fingers pulling him apart to lap at his creamy folds and his stretched hole. When he cums again, the four tongues alternate between lapping eagerly at him and suckling on his clit, drinking it all up before going back for seconds. Pieces of him slip away; he can’t remember why he hates this. Everything feels so good, his body singing so sweetly under their touch. 

“C-Cock…” he mumbles deliriously. “I want…haaah…fuck me…”

There’s a chuckle above him. “I knew he’d break eventually,” one says, voice sounding like he’s underwater and unbearably fond. A thumb brushes against his lip and hands pet at his hair and sides. Loki mewls pitifully, not understanding why he’s not full and then suddenly he is; a cock pushing into him, another sliding into his palm, a third rutting against his hip, and a fourth pressing against his mouth. He basks in the attention and slips under again…yes…he’s right where he should be. A cock-drunk toy for these four alphas. 

*

“Fuck, that was great,” Loki mumbles, his voice hoarse and eyes closed as he curls up between his alphas, his head resting on someone’s broad chest. His exhaustion is all physical, the drug having worn off some time ago. Someone has a grip on his feet and is massaging at the delicate soles, pressing a delicious thumb against his arches. His head feels fuzzy and light and his whole body feels exhausted and wrung out but in a good way. His pussy aches pleasantly, stuffed full and leaking. It’s going to be a bitch to clean out later, but that’s a problem for future Loki. Current Loki just feels sated and floaty.

Someone snorts from his side. “Such a kinky little kitten you are but I’m not complaining.”

Loki pouts. “Is it really that weird?”

The chest beneath him rumbles a laugh and he vaguely realizes he’s laying on his Daddy’s chest. 

A puff of breath tickles his knee. “Not at all, princess. Make sure to tell us all the dirty things you want us to do to you so we can do them all as soon as possible.”

“Cheers to that.”

A kiss lands on the ball of his foot. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” A chorus of happy birthdays sound from around him and Loki smiles as he drifts off to the feeling of kisses pressed to his forehead, his shoulder, his knee, and his ankle. 

Happy birthday indeed.

Chapter Text

When Aidan sees Loki wave at him as he comes into the gym lobby, he almost chokes on the water he’s drinking.

Loki’s wearing a sports bra and a pair of thin, loose running shorts. Loose. If Aidan wanted to and, god, does he want to, he could just slide his hand inside one loose leg and touch— it takes some effort to force his horny brain to drag his eyes back up to Loki's face. There’s a thin sheen of sweat on the omega’s skin, hair damp and bangs slightly curling at his forehead.

“Just come from a workout?” Aidan asks through a suddenly dry throat despite having just rehydrated.

Not noticing anything, Loki nods, patting at his forehead with the towel slung around his neck. “Mm, did a short run. Heard you have a stretching class so thought it’d be a good cooldown.”

Not if he’s going to do what he wants to do. Aidan just smiles. “Always happy to have you. This way.” 

Loki follows Aidan down a side hall to one of the small classrooms in the building. Two other omegas are already inside, waiting. They both light up when Aidan walks into the room. “Aidan!” 

Aidan pauses at the light switch and turns it down, dimming the light significantly before turning to the two. “Hello ladies,” Aidan smiles and they flush. 

“Here!” One of them shoves a coffee cup at the alpha. “Black with one sugar, just the way you like it.” The other elbows her out of the way and presents Aidan an electrolyte drink from a fancy brand that Loki knows is super expensive only because he’s seen Aidan call one “overpriced and a scam” before. “For you!” 

“Aww, thank you ladies. I always say you really don’t have to.” Aidan accepts the gifts and turns to look at Loki, pushing him forward with a hand to his back. “We have someone new joining us so it’ll be the three of us today.”

Loki sweatdrops a little when the two shoot daggers at him from their eyes when Aidan turns away to head for the front of the room. He’s not sure he can blame them though. Technically these classes had strict sign up rules, so it was almost certain they had expected it to just be them, not knowing that Aidan was giving Loki a pass. He’d be miffed if he felt like a stranger was intruding on private time with his crush. As private as a small class could be. He watches Aidan set the gifts down, untouched and soon to be forgotten, and feels slightly bad for those omegas. He thinks he’d be more jealous if they were touchier or flirtier, but they seem more like overeager children in front of his alpha. 

“We’re going to do something a little different today,” Aidan says as he grabs three sets of black fabric exercise bands. “I call it sensory stretching.”

He sees that his regular clients have both their mats set up next to each other and he looks at Loki. “Grab a mat too, you can set up behind them since they’re more experienced.” 

Calling them experienced has the effect of soothing their ruffled feathers and they beam happily at him. Loki blinks and nods before heading over to the mats. 

“What’s sensory stretching, Aidan?” one of them pipes up eagerly. 

“I’m going to block off some of your senses,” Aidan replies. “Specifically your sight and hearing. This’ll help you block out distractions so you can focus more on yourself and your body while you stretch.” He smiles. “Come line up and I’ll help you put them on.” 

They giggle and rush for him, jostling each other as they line up like particularly rambunctious puppies. 

Aidan reaches for a band and ties it around the first omega’s eyes, making sure the fabric covers her ears as well. He can feel her lean in a little too close but lets it go, already used to them crowding close to him. “Can you see?” he asks and she shakes her head. “Too tight?” She shakes her head again. Aidan uses his phone to set up a playlist of soothing, zen music to play over the speakers. He turns the volume slightly up. “Can you hear that?” 

She bites her lip. “Kinda. It’s muffled.”

Perfect.

He smiles in satisfaction and then takes her wrist. “Okay, you’re good to go. I’ll lead you back to your mat so you don’t get lost.” 

She almost vibrates in delight at his touch and goes along with him, sitting quietly once they reach her mat. He pats her head like an obedient puppy. “Don’t play with your blindfold and I’ll help you take it off after class, okay?” She nods her head vigorously and he smiles. 

Aidan does the same with the other omega and then it’s finally Loki’s turn. Annoyance is written all over his face and it makes Aidan slightly giddy to see his omega throwing a silent jealous fit over him. The omega steps forward and Aidan brings a finger to his lips in a ‘shush’ motion. Loki blinks curiously at him and then goes wide-eyed when, instead of his eyes, Aidan wraps his band twice across his mouth. Aidan just smirks at him and makes the shushing motion again. He slides a hand into one loose leg of Loki’s shorts and hooks his fingers in the cotton underwear he finds beneath, pulls the front part of it out, and then snips it cleanly in two with a pair of scissors. 

Loki stares incredulously as Aidan tugs and the cotton underwear, now just a piece of fabric, comes whishing out, leaving him bare beneath his loose shorts.

“Time to get to your mat,” Aidan smiles, pockets the once-underwear, and takes the omega’s hand. “I’ll lead you there.” 

Loki stumbles after his alpha, head still in a state of shock. Cold air brushes against his bare cunt through his shorts. He isn’t going to…here?!

“I can’t really hear you,” one of the omegas whines. 

“I’ll speak up,” Aidan says, raising his voice. They both nod eagerly, effectively blind and mostly deaf to what was currently happening. “We’ll start with standing stretches. Legs apart, deep breath up and exhale down. With your sight and hearing sealed, you’re better able to focus inwards.”

The two omegas obediently perform the stretch. Loki gets into position and then pauses when large hands grip at his waist as he lifts his arms, pulling him flush against the alpha’s chest, his ass pressing against a very familiar bulge. 

“One more time,” Aidan says as if he hadn’t stopped. The two in front lift their arms up and down again and Loki hesitantly does the same, ignoring the hands on his waist and the biological weapon poking him in the tailbone. “Focus on your heartbeat, your breathing, this is all about you.”

Loki wanted to roll his eyes at the bullshit. Making shit up just so you can grope me at your workplace, you pervert. 

“Side stretches next. Arm above your head, stretch towards the left, and hold there.” 

Loki follows the omegas in front and stretches to the side. The hands slide up from his waist to his chest, pushing his breasts together from the sides and squeezing at the flesh over his sports bra. The omega’s breath hitches as his tits are played with, trying to focus on the stretch. His alpha quickly finds his nipples when they begin to harden, creating small bumps in the sports bra that Aidan gleefully begins to massage with his fingertips. Loki bites his lip, trying to muffle a whimper. Even with the gag, he’s terrified the other omegas will find out. Shame and fear swirl in his chest but somehow they both add to the lust simmering underneath his skin, gaining in intensity with every touch.

“Other side now.”

Loki switches sides and then jolts when his alpha pushes his bra up entirely, exposing his tits and rubbing directly at his nipples with his fingertips. He feels Aidan lean forward over his shoulder and then a little gob of saliva lands right on his right nipple, a second one landing soon after on the other, wetting them so Aidan’s thumbs slide smoothly across the pink buds. A tiny whimper escapes him before he can cut it off, but thankfully the other two omegas don’t seem to hear it. He tries to control his breathing as Aidan keeps fondling him, although he doesn’t quite manage it when his alpha starts licking at the shell of his ear. 

“Good job, ladies,” Aidan says. “Keep your legs wide, we’ll do a forward stretch.” 

The two omegas bend forward and down and Loki quickly fixes his sports bra and follows suit, glad to finally have his tits covered only to realize why Aidan had instructed this stretch. 

He bites back a startled noise when his shorts are tugged to the side and then exhales shakily as a hot, meaty rod pushes between his thighs and begins to slide back and forth over his bare pussy, velvety soft and slick with pre. 

“Thirty second stretch here, ladies.” 

He doesn’t even know if it’s actually thirty seconds but it feels like an eternity that they hold there, Aidan sliding his cock torturously slowly against Loki’s seam while the omega whimpers quietly into the gag, the fat head of Aidan’s cock pushing in between the chubby lips now flushed with arousal and occasionally bumping up against his clit. At the contact, Loki flinches, his pussy squirting a little to drip all over the alpha’s softly thrusting dick. The alpha muffles his own groan in his arm as he slides his wet shaft back and forth against that soft, pink opening. He can feel the lips parting further and further to expose the tender, sensitive folds, the slide getting stickier and stickier as slick leaks from his omega’s glorious pussy, now fully aroused and ready for all he had in store for it. 

“Good stretch, ladies. We’re going to move to the floor now and go into camel pose. Knees on the mat, hips up, and bend backwards with your arms supporting you from behind.”

This is one of many of his clients’ favorite stretches because they can push their chests, big or small, out towards him and show off their assets. This is the case for both of the well-endowed omegas in his class today but Aidan has no eyes to see it, too busy with his own omega in the back. Aidan waits until Loki starts to bend backward and then doesn’t even let the omega touch the floor with his hands before he’s crowding against his back, pulling the omega against him, his lips pressed against his neck. 

He pushes Loki’s bra back up above his tits so he can play with them with one hand and slides his other hand down the omega’s flat belly to rub his pussy over his shorts. The material is so thin that he can feel the heat of the omega’s soaking sex and see the shape of it where the material molds itself against the lips as he rubs over it with a hot palm. He licks a hot stripe up the side of the omega’s neck, delighting in the way the omega’s chest heaves and undulates as he tries not to moan or pant too loudly. His tits heave along with it, the supple flesh soft and bouncy in his hand as he squeezes and pinches the pretty pink nipples. 

When his fingers slightly dip inside past the open leg of the shorts and touches the hot flesh directly, Loki grits his teeth and uses both hands to grab the wrist of the hand between his legs to try to stop him. He glares at Aidan through misty eyes and the alpha can practically hear him saying we’re in public you asshole, quit it but his sweetheart is often a little lying liar and his wanton, dripping cunt is much more honest. Aidan only stares straight into Loki’s eyes as he keeps petting between the omega’s legs, heedless of the omega tugging at his wrist, until Loki sighs and slumps back against him in a silent invitation to do what you want .  

With Loki’s acquiescence, he decides to take it a bit further, taking his hand off his tits to clamp it over Loki’s already covered mouth before using his other hand to pull up the front of his shorts until the fabric covering his crotch gets bunched up and forced between the omega’s cunt lips. Loki can’t help but moan, thankfully into his alpha’s hand, as Aidan keeps tugging at his waistband so the shorts slide back and forth between his folds, rubbing against his twitching hole and across his tight clit. Aidan even helpfully removes his hand from his mouth for a brief moment to tuck the shorts more tightly inside him, ignoring Loki’s glare as he replaces his hand and keeps going. 

“Get your shorts all nice and wet with your pussy juice, sweetheart,” Aidan whispers in his ear. Out loud, he says, “Hold the stretch for another 30 seconds, really squeeze your back.”

“Yes, Aidan!” the two other omegas chorus obediently. 

“Thank you, ladies.” Aidan says warmly like a good, kind, professional that isn’t actively fucking his student with his own shorts. The cherry on top is Aidan sucking wetly on his earlobe and then whispering, “Look how sweet they are for me. But you’ll be even sweeter, right?” His hand drifts back down and pulls the soaking shorts from out of his pussy. Loki trembles as the wet fabric drags against his sensitive folds as they’re tugged out only to be replaced by Aidan’s fingers as they drive wetly inside him, sloshing the liquid collected inside him. The omega whimpers at the soft watery sounds, hoping they aren’t too loud. Aidan doesn’t help at all. “Already squirted a little inside your pretty pussy, hm? Sounds so wet in there, you’re like a little ocean of squirt juice, sweetheart. If I go any faster, they’ll all hear.”

Loki darts frightened eyes at him and Aidan smirks, slightly increasing the pace and delighting in how Loki tries to close his legs on his hand to stop him only to panic when Aidan lets go of his mouth to push them back open. 

“Naughty boy, trying to keep me from your cunt,” Aidan whispers. “Now you have to squirt on my hand before I let them move on.” When Loki turns aghast blue eyes on him, he smirks. “You’ll need to be quick or they’re going to start complaining.”

Breath hitching, Loki squeezes his eyes shut in humiliation as he slaps his own hand against his mouth and humps against Aidan’s hand, cringing at every squelch. He’s worried that he can’t cum fast enough, but the alpha’s fingers feel so good inside him and the thrill of are we going to be caught is so heady that it’s not long until he’s cumming and drenching Aidan’s hand. 

When the alpha pulls out his fingers, they’re covered with slick and a decent amount of fluid drips from his fingers to pool on the mat. Aidan grins and licks at his fingers from fingertip to knuckle, making a show out of it as Loki squirms in embarrassment. 

“Good job ladies,” he finally says. “Let’s go into extended puppy pose, just relax and arch your back to really stretch those back muscles out.” 

The two omegas let out a breath of relief and sit back on their knees, pushing their butts up into the air as they arch their backs, their foreheads pressed to the floor. 

Aidan pats his own omega on the ass to get him to do the same, but the alpha doesn’t move at all, forcing the omega to present his ass to him as he gets into position. Loki curses the pervert as big hands massage at his ass, kneading the plump globes. On a whim, the alpha tugs the shorts aside and then spreads the omega’s cheeks with his hands to get a good look at his mate’s pretty cunt. The plump lips are slightly swollen and when they pull apart further as he spreads Loki’s ass, the wet pinkness of his insides remind him of a ripe peach and he has to stop before he gives into the urge to just bury his face in and slobber. 

Plenty of time for that after. 

“Alright, that’s enough rest. Let’s go into some stretches on our backs.”

He flips Loki around as he lays down so he can straddle him. Loki glares at him again but doesn’t make a sound, just darts a worried glance at the other omegas. Aidan huffs a silent laugh as he leans down and grips the omega’s chin so their faces are inches from each other, breath mixing between them. 

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” Aidan murmurs. “Only me.” Loki swallows and gives a tiny nod.

Without breaking eye contact, Aidan raises his voice and gives the next instructions. “Legs straight, grab one thigh and pull it to your chest, other leg flat on the ground.”

Aidan helpfully does the stretch for Loki, kneeling between the omega’s legs as he pushes one of them back. He presses it all the way against the omega’s chest with ease, knowing exactly how flexible his mate was from experience. 

“You should feel the stretch down the back of your thigh,” Aidan says, the tips of his fingers trailing down Loki’s thigh like he’s demonstrating as his other hand keeps his leg in place. “We’ll hold here for thirty seconds before switching.”

With that said, he finally slides his fingers all the way down to the root of his thigh and then turns inward, stroking at the delicate skin of his inner thigh before slipping back inside his shorts. His fingers slide back inside the wet, waiting cavern with a small schlick and Loki trembles mutely as those fingers begin to thrust, slow and deep. His heart begins to pound when Aidan adds in a third finger and begins to spread them inside his walls.

He’s not…preparing me, is he? Fondling and fingering was one thing but actual sex?! With other people just feet away?! Loki can feel himself trembling but he can’t tell whether it’s from fear or anger or being fingered. Probably all three. His own fingers are almost white from how hard he’s gripping onto his own leg, keeping himself open and vulnerable to his alpha’s probing fingers. 

“Other leg,” Aidan says and the other two omegas follow. Loki doesn’t, not with Aidan keeping his leg in place and his fingers still inside him, moving away. At one point, the alpha simultaneously crooks his fingers to stroke his g-spot while his thumb rubs at his clit and Loki is almost too late to bite the fabric of his gag to muffle his moan as he squirts helplessly on his fingers. “Very good,” Aidan murmurs all for him in his ear before he raises his voice to tell the others good job as well. “On your sides now, ladies. For side leg stretches.”

The other two happily shift onto their sides and grab their ankles to pull their top leg towards their heads. Loki is gently prodded into doing the same except the second he’s got his leg up to practically a split, Aidan, now straddling his bottom leg, is mounting him, chest pressing down on his top leg, in order to cram his stiff cock inside his pussy. Even if it was expected in a way, being suddenly filled still shocks the omega into letting out a loud cut-off squeak that cuts through the music. Loki looks at him with panicked eyes at the sound and Aidan just huffs in amusement. 

“That might’ve been too far,” Aidan says loud enough for the girls to hear. “Don’t overstretch and listen to your body. It takes time to get as flexible as those ladies.” Loki glares at him because he is plenty flexible, otherwise how the fuck would Aidan be here, pushing his leg up so he can fuck inside him during class , but can’t deny it’s a pretty good excuse. The other omegas titter and laugh to themselves at his expense and their own superiority, but at least they don’t think that Loki is getting fucked not ten feet behind them. 

Which he is. Loki trembles at each slick, indecent glide of Aidan’s cock inside him, the alpha breathing harshly but quietly in his ear as he works his cock in and out of him. Aidan, for his part, is massively restraining himself. The clutch of the omega’s cunt around his cock is as heavenly as always, perhaps even tighter from his nerves and he wants nothing more than to pound inside until Loki’s desperately pushing him off to stop himself from loudly moaning his pleasure. Alas, the sound of skin slapping would definitely alert their audience so Aidan makes do with small, rutting thrusts into the omega’s deliciously soft cunt, alternating once in a while to long, deep strokes that have the omega tense and trembling beneath him. 

“Thirty seconds more here before we switch,” Aidan rasps as loudly as he can. He only barely registers the other omegas doing as told before he’s leaning down again to push in to the hilt and grind until Loki’s making quiet hitchy breaths and he can feel wetness against his crotch. His squirty, squirmy darling boy. He moves his hand to where Loki’s other hand is pressed against the floor and grabs it to interlace their fingers together, grinning when Loki’s fingers weakly clasp back.

He continues to rut inside, muffling his own groans by licking and sucking at the omega’s pretty nipples, still pert and stiff from his earlier ministrations. Loki is also doing his best to muffle his moans by biting the material of his gag as he unsuccessfully fights not to cum and ends up squirting again when Aidan sits up and gently strokes a deliberate thumb across his clit.

“Other side,” Aidan calls before he’s pushing Loki’s leg down and rolling him onto his back so he can tug his shorts down to his ankles and push both of his legs up into a mating press so he can get back inside that heavenly heat as soon as humanly possible. Loki panics and tries to push him off but Aidan bears down on him with his bulk and grabs each hand with his own to pin them down to the mat. Loki makes a little muffled punched out noise when he slots back inside where he belongs and knocks his head back against his yoga mat as Aidan begins to move again, flesh dragging deliciously against flesh at a better angle than before. It’s a better view too without his shorts in the way, all of Loki’s pretty pink pussy in full view, about to be made even prettier with alpha cum like the literal icing on top. 

He can see Loki dart another nervous glance over at their still obliviously stretching audience, his eyes urging him to hurry and Aidan almost laughs before he lets himself go, shoving inside and releasing inside the omega with a satisfied groan pressed into the omega’s neck. Loki feels liquid heat splash along his walls and bites into the gag again to muffle his cry as he cums, spilling over himself and the mat as Aidan slides out. 

Aidan takes Loki through a second round, tossing out stretches for the other omegas to do as he fucks Loki without the premise of a yoga stretch, and then has the other omegas do “cool down stretches” while he fingers Loki’s cunt until it’s gushing wet over the mat. The class finally ends with Loki a sweaty damp mess, his soaked shorts haphazardly pulled back on and his bra tucked back in place. He’s also pulled the slightly soaked gag down from his mouth until it’s looped around his neck like a scarf. Thankfully, the yoga mat is black, making it hard to see that it’s soaked through. Aidan drops a towel over Loki’s head to cover his damp hair that the omega uses to wipe at his sweaty face and another to cover his lap before he announces to the others that he’ll be helping them take off their blindfolds. 

Taking them off is a quick exercise. What’s not a quick exercise is Aidan trying to herd them out of the room as patiently as he can while they chatter in his ear. One asks about why Loki is still sitting on the floor to which Aidan says “he’s suffering through a leg cramp, he stretched too far as newbies do”, earning himself an eye roll from his omega that the others thankfully don’t see. 

When they’re finally gone, Aidan steps back inside and shuts the door before locking it. Loki blinks when he hears the sharp click of the lock and stares at the alpha. 

“Wh–”

“You didn’t think we were done here?” Aidan asks as he approaches, his eyes gleaming with lust in the light. From where he’s still sitting on the floor, Loki feels distinctly like small, helpless prey in front of a much larger predator. 

“You…” Loki flails as he’s scooped up into muscular arms. “Are you seriously not going to be fired if you’re caught? Wait!” 

Aidan huffs a laugh. He wouldn’t be fired for this, not when the gym actively encouraged their trainers to sexually bait and get involved with their clients to keep them coming back for more while paying the outrageous membership fees. Probably wasn’t best to do it during class, but there was a reason there weren’t any cameras in any of the smaller rooms mostly used for personal one-on-one training sessions.

“You think too much, sweetheart. I need to try harder.” There’s a small collection of gym equipment tucked at the side of the room and he carries Loki over to one end of a workout bench and lays him down flat with his legs straddling the bench between. He tugs Loki’s sports bra off to reveal his tits, pocketing the garment. Gently, he unwraps the fabric band from around Loki’s neck and brings Loki’s wrists together under the bench before tying them up with the band. 

“What the fuck…?” The omega tugs at the ties and then stares accusingly at his alpha. His alpha only smiles gamely back before he’s crossing back to the end of the bench and sinking to his knees so that his face is in line with–

“W-Wait,” Loki panics, his voice rising in stress. “I haven’t showered yet–”

“It tastes the best when you haven’t,” his alpha says, a manic light in his eyes as he yanks Loki’s shorts off his hips and immediately presses his face in between the omega’s legs to inhale and taste. He loves Loki’s pussy when it's freshly cleaned and smelling faintly of soap and he loves Loki’s pussy when it’s sweaty and cum-sticky, emanating an intoxicating musk so potent he can taste it in his throat. 

Loki squirms as a hot, flat tongue licks broad stripes across his pussy. “St-Stop…nngh…it’s dirty…” 

“You could never be dirty.” Aidan gives one last lap against his folds before digging inside to tongue at his entrance. Slick collects on his tongue, musky and thick and heavenly, and he swallows it down like the sweetest ambrosia. “Tastes so good…fuck–” He slurps and slobbers all over the pretty pussy, drenching it in saliva as he slides his tongue over the labia, between the folds, inside the fluttering hole, and around the pretty reddened clit until Loki’s a sobbing, quivering mess, his thighs clamping around his head even as he tries to buck Aidan’s tongue away from his oversensitive core. Nowhere is left untouched by the alpha’s tongue which burrows into every crevice of his cunt, seeking hungrily for every last drop the omega can produce. 

“Nnngh!” When Loki inevitably cums, Aidan licks him through it, wiggling his tongue around Loki’s clit and prolonging his orgasm, not stopping until his pussy stops spasming uncontrollably as it shoots out little sprays of squirt. Even then, it still gives a weak dribble as he pulls his tongue back to lap at the swollen, wet petals to clean up the mess he made. “Sh-Shit…alpha…I– a-ahh…” 

“Hm? Your gushy little pussy can give me one more, right sweetheart?” 

Loki whimpers as his pussy is ravaged again. Aidan uses his fingers to spread his pussy open to fully expose his clenching hole and its pink insides before dipping his tongue inside and sliding it back and forth along the slick walls. His own cum wells up and oozes out in a rush as Loki’s cunt visibly convulses to expel it out and Aidan slurps that all up as well before stiffening his tongue to a point so he can tonguefuck Loki properly, massaging around the inside rim of his hole just to feel it clench around his tongue. 

When the omega cries out and gushes on his tongue once more, it feels and tastes like the sweetest victory and he can’t help but ask for one more, pressing forward even when the omega protests and ignoring the way Loki tries to buck him off in oversensitivity to french kiss his lovely plump pussy lips and slide his tongue between them again, his hole squirting fresh slick like a warm welcome. After another long round of tender, loving abuse from Aidan’s lips and tongue, Loki sobs as he cums, and Aidan licks that up too until the omega’s pussy is glistening from saliva and gorgeously flushed. 

“So sexy,” Aidan breathes as he drops his shorts before hiking Loki’s legs up and sliding forward on the bench to stuff his cock back inside the dripping hole. “God, sweetheart, if you could look at yourself.” 

Without an audience to keep in the dark, he fucks as hard as he wants into the omega’s pliant body. Greedy hands find their way to Loki’s ass to pull the omega even further towards him until their hips are slapping together loudly with each thrust of his hips. Loki’s cunt is soft and open, parting easily for him each time he fucks inside, eased by the mix of cum coating his walls to make a sticky, slick slide. Loki tosses and writhes on the bench, rendered effectively tied to the bench by his restrained wrists. His smooth, pale thighs quiver and twitch around where they’re joined, flexing prettily in time with the throb of his inner walls around his cock. 

“Fuck…so fucking good…” Aidan groans. He pushes Loki’s thighs flat to the sides as he crawls further on top of him to slam down inside the omega with punishing force. He wishes he had a camera; the sight of his cum-slick cock continuously prying the omega’s pussy lips wide open to pound inside while cum drips between the plump globes of his ass must look so erotic. 

The omega whimpers as his pussy is relentlessly battered, crying out softly with each heavy slap of their hips. With his alpha a brick-solid presence above him, the alpha’s arms caged around him, the alpha’s voice panting in his ear, and the rock-hard cock still sawing into his most vulnerable flesh, Loki feels overwhelmed and helpless from how all encompassing Aidan’s presence is. It’s inside him and all around him, leaving no room for escape and he can only whimper and tremble and be used and taken as his alpha pleases. 

“Fuck, make some more noise for me, sweetheart. Let me hear how squelchy your pussy can get.” 

That’s not something Loki can control and yet somehow he can feel his pussy leak more fluid at the words and the sopping wet sounds of his cunt seem to echo even louder in the room, barely covered by the sounds of their gasps and moans as Aidan chases Loki up to his high until he’s cumming again to the pistoning of Aidan’s cock inside him, Aidan following not long after. The alpha grabs the omega by the chin to smash their lips together as the alpha floods him with release, the two of them panting into each other’s mouths as their tongues and lips move together. 

Aidan finally breaks the kiss after they’ve slightly recovered, standing back up to untie Loki’s wrists and tuck himself back into his shorts. Loki lays on the bench without moving even after he’s untied, trying to catch his breath and slightly mourning the emptiness in his cunt even if he is tired. 

“Shall we move to the next location?” Aidan asks as he once again bends down to scoop Loki up into his arms in a princess carry. The movement jostles Loki’s shorts off of his ankle from where they were clinging on for dear life and Aidan only picks them up to stuff them in his pocket with presumably his sports bra and his panties, leaving Loki bare in his arms. “You won’t need that back just yet.”

“We’re…we’re not done yet?” Loki asks faintly as Aidan steps towards the door.

Aidan barks out a laugh, quickly checking both sides of the hallway to see that it’s clear before he’s heading over to the less-used secondary employee locker room a bit further down the camera-less hall. “Nope,” he replies. “You still need to shower, don’t you? Might as well get a little sweatier beforehand.” 

Loki stares up at his alpha in helpless resignation, his limbs still twitchy and shaky from the last round. “You…”

“Hm?” Aidan isn’t even looking at him, his whole body radiating excitement as he closes the door behind him with his foot. 

Fuck it, Loki thinks tiredly. Not much could get in the way of his ravenous alpha and his pussy when he felt like it. 

Aidan carries him inside one of the shower stalls and sets him down on the plastic bench inside, helping the omega remove his shoes and socks. He starts the shower, turns around to slide the curtains shut, and turns back around only to be met with the sight of his omega looking to the side as he spreads his thighs invitingly, his pretty, puffy, mouthwatering cunt gleaming wetly between. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he says reverently as he hurries to strip before sinking down to his knees to put his mouth back on the omega’s pussy. “Opening yourself up like that, god, you could drive a man to insanity.”

“You–” Loki gasps and bites his lip as Aidan suckles on his clit until he’s squirting a little fountain. “You were gonna–haaah–-open them any–nngh–anyway…”

“It’s sexier when you do it,” Aidan breathes before diving back in, burying his tongue inside the cum-soaked hole to slurp at the soft, tender flesh until Loki is arching and squirming. The splash of squirt juice mixes in with the shower water, what’s left to dribble down his cunt easily licked away by an eager tongue. 

“C’mere sweetheart.” Aidan tugs the omega up to shaky feet and has him brace himself against the towel bar on the other side of the shower before lifting his leg up to spread him open. Loki bites his lip as his pussy lips spread with the stretch, his cunt hungrily clenching on nothing in anticipation. The shower pelts them from above, drenching them both and causing rivulets of water to cascade down their bodies. Aidan feeds his cock inside the lewd hole with a satisfied groan as he slides home, water sloshing between them and making everything slippery as he thrusts. “Haah…can you feel that?” the alpha groans over the slap slap slap of their hips. “You’re sucking me in so tight, sweetheart.” 

“Nnnghh…” Loki tries to blink the water out of his eyes, his concentration divided between the delicious friction of the cock rubbing all along his tender insides and holding onto the bar for dear life while trying not to let his supporting leg buckle as they rock together. Aidan doesn’t help when his mouth, unoccupied and bored, starts mouthing at the leg held in his grip, licking and sucking at the wet skin.

“You feel good, sweetheart?” Aidan grunts as he speeds up, the telltale signs of orgasm creeping up in his belly. “Alpha’s about to cream you full again…ready?” Loki just moans, his pussy tightening around him and that’s good enough for Aidan who pulls Loki close against him as he cums, his other hand rubbing circles along the omega’s taut belly as he pumps him full for the third time today. Loki shudders in his hold, whimpering softly as he’s filled. 

Once he’s finished, Aidan slides out, cum and slick splattering out from Loki’s loose entrance as he drops his leg down, all quickly washed away by the shower spray. 

“Time to get you cleaned up, hm?” Loose-limbed and limp from orgasm, Loki lets himself be pulled against the alpha’s chest as soapy hands rub across his belly and grope at his tits, smearing them with foam that the water quickly rinses away. A “Gotta clean in here too” from Aidan turns into a ten minute fingering session that has Loki wailing and crying as he squirts over the fingers that were scooping out cum from inside him seven minutes ago but were now just fingerfucking his battered cunt into as many orgasms as they could. Loki feels Aidan kissing and licking at his earlobe as if to soothe him but–

“F-Fuck,” Loki gasps out through wet lips. “You–haah, nnngh!” His hips jerk as he’s forced into cumming again, Aidan’s fingers stroking furiously at the sensitive spots inside him. “S-Stop!”

“Okay, sorry, sorry,” Aidan coaxes, turning the omega around so they’re pressed chest to chest. He keeps an arm around the omega as he reaches for more soap to lather up his hands. “Just cleaning, promise.”

“Liar,” the omega pouts after a minute when he realizes Aidan is just massaging his soapy hands over his rear, squeezing at his cheeks and jiggling them in his palms. Aidan’s cock is also back to full mast and tantalizingly bumping up against his pussy, although to his credit, Loki doesn’t think Aidan’s doing it on purpose. 

“It’s hard to resist,” Aidan admits as he moves his soapy hands up to wash Loki’s back. “Just ignore it–ah, okay…shit–” Loki’s glaring at him as he grips the alpha’s cock between them in one hand, his fist pumping furiously at the shaft. Aidan smiles helplessly as he ruts into the omega’s fist and its delicious pressure. “You really spoil a man, sweetheart.”

“Shut up,” Loki grumbles. He licks kitten-like at Aidan’s chin, demanding blue eyes locked on his. He lowers his tone to a husky croon. “Cum for me, alpha.” 

And well, shit, Aidan is whipped five ways to Sunday because that’s all it takes for him to blow all over Loki’s fingers, his cock almost sore and oversensitive from how much he’s used it in a short period of time. 

“Ah…gentle, sweetheart,” Aidan murmurs as Loki rubs him through his orgasm. The omega snorts as he lets go and brings his sticky cum-stained fingers to his mouth. 

“Like you’ve ever been gentle when I beg you.” The omega rolls his eyes, shoving his fingers inside his mouth to lick up the cum when all it would’ve taken was holding them under the shower to rinse them off instead. Aidan watches Loki dart out a red tongue to greedily lick every last drop and wants to laugh hysterically.

Did he say his cock was sore? 

“You test me, omega,” is all Aidan hisses before he’s bending a startled Loki over the bench to fuck his now rock-hard cock back into his just-cleaned pussy. 

They can just clean it out again later. 

Chapter Text

During breakfast, Luka’s phone rings and he excuses himself to take the call in the other room. When he comes back, he’s grinning ear-to-ear. 

“Good news, the client for my all-day appointment today just cancelled!” Luka announces as he slips back into his seat. 

Loki blinks and then slowly turns his head. “Wait…” 

Damien, who last month had already told them all about having today off, smirks. 

Ryder snorts and stands up. “Well, I have to get to work.” The other alphas hum or wave in acknowledgement as he throws on his jacket to head out. Loki quickly finishes off the last of his breakfast, then scurries up from the table and follows him to the door as he usually does, lifting up to his toes to hug his Daddy before he leaves. He lifts his face up and Ryder indulges him, leaning down to slot their lips together in a toe-curling kiss, his large hand possessively cupping the back of Loki’s head. 

“Be good,” the enigma whispers against his lips before he straightens up. His eyes gleam with amusement and a hint of lust. Damien had picked Loki’s lingerie outfit today, a little microkini top that hid nothing and a g-string visible through the sheer robe that Loki had thrown on over it. “Or be bad. Those two might prefer that.”

“Daddy!” He tugs at Ryder’s coat with enough force that the shoulder of his robe falls off one shoulder. “Tell them to be nice to me as pack head.”

Ryder laughs and, instead of fixing the collar, pulls the other side off his shoulder. “No can do. They’d mutiny and I’d lose my spot as pack head.” He presses another last lingering kiss to Loki’s forehead. “I’m sure you can handle them for me.” 

Loki pouts as he watches Ryder leave. When he turns around, Aidan is putting on his shoes and Loki gives him his goodbye hug as well, mashing his face into the alpha’s chest. His last bastion of hope in this soon-to-be den of cruelty.

“Now, now,” the alpha says comfortingly, rubbing a soothing hand down his back. “It won’t be that bad.”

Loki tilts his head up with a dubious expression. Aidan drops a kiss on that pouty mouth and ruffles his hair. “Make sure to drink lots of water,” he winks and with that, he’s out the door, leaving Loki alone to fend for himself. 

“Are we really that scary, Dami?” Loki turns to see his two remaining alphas now standing in the hallway. Damien has his back against the wall with his arms crossed. Luka is smirking behind him with his arm propped up against the wall. With the right lighting, they could’ve been the front page of a magazine. 

“He has high expectations of us apparently,” Damien says. His eyes flash with mirth. “I’d hate to disappoint.” He pushes off the wall. “I just thought of something. You grab him and I’ll go prepare it.” 

“Sounds like a plan,” Luka leers. He quickly shucks his shirt and pants and then, fully naked, pushes off the wall to stalk towards their wide-eyed, shivering prey. 

Damien shakes his head with a silent laugh and heads for the playroom, shucking his own shirt and pants as he goes. Behind him, he hears a squeak and then the rush of footsteps as Loki tries to make a break for it. Such a dramatic little thing, their mate. Where could he go that they wouldn’t follow? Luka indulges him in the chase, it sounds like, because the footsteps sound all the way to their living room before being followed by the slower thumps of Luka going after him. 

He goes to one of the many playroom drawers to find what he’s looking for. A slow smirk spreads across his face as he lets himself imagine the results of its use and then turns around when he hears the sound of Luka entering, their prize securely caught in a fireman’s carry over Luka’s shoulder, his long, slender legs kicking lightly in fake protest while his little fists pound uselessly at Luka’s back. 

When they meet eyes, Damien jerks his head towards the leather armchair in the corner and Luka heads over cheerfully, sitting himself down first with his catch in his lap, Loki’s robe disheveled and falling off of his shoulders from the tussle. The alpha wastes no time in sliding the miniscule bits of fabric covering his nipples to either side. Loki gives a half-hearted noise of protest that catches in his throat when a possessive hand slides over his bare breasts. He isn’t even able to bat the hand away with the fallen robe effectively binding his arms against his sides.

Luka grins up at him as Damien approaches. “Ta-da!” 

Damien rolls his eyes. “Well done,” he says dryly before he starts unscrewing the lid of the little pot in his hand. 

Luka looks at it curiously, but Loki immediately recognizes the pot and gasps. Damien shoots him an amused look. “Yes, princess, it’s the one from that session a while ago.”

Luka makes a noise of confusion. “So what is it?”

Damien dips his finger inside the pot and scoops up some clear, creamy ointment, the texture of a thick lotion. Already, his finger is tingling a bit. “It heightens nerve sensations,” he says and Loki whimpers. His eyes catch Luka’s, his gaze devious. "Makes everything more…sensitive.”

Luka’s eyes light up as Damien holds the pot out to him. “Care to do some of the honors?” The other alpha reaches a hand out, swipes a finger in the offered pot, and smears half of it on the fingers of his other hand before rubbing them together. 

“Don’t mind if I do,” he grins wickedly and Loki freezes when his large hands grip his tits firmly, one in each hand, and his cream-covered thumbs and index fingers begin to rub at his nipples.

“A-Ahh…Luka–” He cuts himself off with a moan as Luka licks his neck, the cream smearing over his areolas as the fingers continue to rub tantalizing circles over and around the stiffening buds of his nipple and absorbing into the skin further and further with each pass. 

“I’ll take this place then,” Damien murmurs as he sinks to his knees. He hikes Loki’s legs open, hooking them over the arms of the chair to keep them open before sliding the thin string of his panty to the side and getting to work, running his creamy finger along the seam of Loki’s pussy. The delicate skin quivers beneath him. Damien uses his thumb to swipe another helping of the cream before he uses it to part the plump lips and smears it inside and around his folds with long, slow strokes. The omega makes a noise like he’s been shot and sighs shakily as another helping goes inside him, Damien sliding his fingers deep inside his pussy to rub the cream along his inner walls. 

“He’s already so sensitive,” he hears Luka say, his tone laced in wonder as he watches their omega twitch helplessly. “How much more sensitive could he get?”

Damien smirks. “It’s like his clit. Once the cream is fully absorbed, the slightest touch will have him cumming.” He eyes Luka. “A strong toy would make him blackout instantly.” His eyes go misty with recollection. “You know how sometimes he’ll cum when you first fuck into him?” Luka nods and Damien grins. “It’s like that but every stroke.”

Luka’s eyes flash dangerously. “Fuck, that’s–”

“We’ll need to give it a moment,” Damien says, still rubbing inside Loki’s clenching walls. Already, his nether lips are flushed and puffy and sweat is glistening along Loki’s skin. “It will leave some residue that transfers so we aren’t immune,” Damien continues and then smirks. “And it’s also safe for consumption.” He finally slides his fingers out and Loki’s hips jerk as he removes them, slick clinging to his fingers in thick strands. 

Damien’s eyes meet Loki’s reddened, teary gaze as he scoops up one last helping. “And for the grand finale,” he says. Already, Loki’s clit has bloomed darling and red from all the stimulation to his nipples and hole. It stands at attention, the perfect little rosebud. Damien’s thumb, already tingling from the cream, itches to touch it and when he does, the sensation is immaculate. 

The little nub is searingly hot against the sensitive nerves of his thumb, slick and soft even in its stiffness. He rubs slow circles against it, the both of them watching with heated eyes as the cream absorbs into the trembling flesh. Damien doesn’t stop even after the cream has disappeared, his eyes riveted on the way their omega writhes in Luka’s lap with each stroke. 

“It’s working pretty fast,” Luka murmurs. 

Damien hums, taking his hand away. Loki slumps against Luka, breathing hard. Luka presses a small kiss against the sweat-damp nape of his neck. Loki leans into the touch, mewling pitifully. “Not yet.”

“Really?”

“Give it another minute and I’ll show you.” With that, Damien leans forward and kisses Loki, his tongue sliding over the omega’s lips to ask for entrance before sliding in between them when they part to let him in. Loki moans into the kiss and moans again when Luka begins kissing at the column of his neck. 

While he’s distracted, Damien purposely slides the g-string back in place until it rests lightly between the plump petals and then tugs.

“A-Ahh!” The reaction is immediate. Loki pulls away, letting out a loud cry at the drag of fabric against his oversensitive flesh and the two watch, one with amused awe and the other in perverse fascination, as the omega squirts just from that little bit of contact, droplets falling to the waterproof mat at their feet in a little spray. 

“Fuck,” Luka says with feeling. His eyes are blown wide. His hand drifts down and casually brushes against the omega’s tender folds and to his delight, Loki shudders and squirts again before slumping against him. “Fuck,” Luka says again with even more feeling. 

Damien grins. “You take his nipples, I’ll finger him open.” 

“Deal.”

“Do I get a say in this–nngh!” Loki cuts himself off with a moan as Luka suckles at his ear, his fingertips plucking at his pert nipples. The cream absorbed into his fingertips is working now too, Luka realizes. The softness of Loki’s breasts, the little rigid yet tender points of his nipples, the heft of them in his palms, it all feels magnified ten times against his fingertips. If the effect is this deadly, it’s no wonder Loki is cumming at every touch to his delicate pussy. 

“Oh sh-shit–” Damien ignores the fluid dripping from the omega’s cunt and sinks two fingers inside, groaning quietly as his sensitive fingertips stroke against the hot, silky walls. More fluid splashes out as he thrusts them in and out, first slowly, and then faster and faster until he’s rapidly fingerfucking the gushing cunt. 

The omega sobs, his hips jerking as he tries to tilt them away from the assault, but his legs are still hooked over the armrests and behind him is a solid wall of alpha. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, alpha–nngh!” 

Hot breath brushes over his ear as Luka groans behind him. Loki can vaguely feel the bulge of Luka’s cock pressing against his bottom and realizes he’s inadvertently rubbing up against it, blunted metal digging into his ass through the robe as his body rocks to the rhythm of the fingers inside him, but the thought passes in a flash, quickly drowned out by the searing pleasure trampling through him and melting his brain out through his pussy. He doesn’t even know if a brain was meant to hold this much dopamine. Every touch feels like another spear of pleasure straight into his brain and he could swear he can feel every whorl and loop of their fingerprints pressing into him. “C-Can’t…too much…” he slurs through numb lips when he feels a third finger join in. “F-Fuhh…”

“You’re cumming so much, princess,” Damien says reverently. His fingers sound like he’s fucking a pool. He pulls his fingers out, now soaked and dripping, and a shower of watery cum follows, raining down to the floor as Loki twitches, his pussy convulsing and slightly gaping from the fingerfucking, his pink insides shiny and wet. Between his legs is entirely wet. Damien runs a shaky hand through the collected pool on the floor and slicks his dick up with it. “Fuck, I need to be in you.”

He stands up and fits his cock against the little gape and fucks inside. Loki’s eyes roll back in his head as he’s breached, gasping out a wrecked cry, his whole body shuddering and trembling like a leaf. The hot clench of his pussy and the little spasms around his cock lets Damien know Loki’s cum again. 

“Shit, you’re so wet,” Damien breathes as he fucks his hips forward in shallow thrusts. 

“A-Alpha…” Loki is panting so hard it feels like he’s barely drawing any breath. The cock inside him feels so hot and thick and glorious. Every drag against his walls is torturous rapture. Luka’s fingers are spidering up his tits, his mouth a brand against Loki’s neck. His toes curl, his thighs tremble, his vision is blurring with tears.   

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Damien chants as he speeds up. His ears ring with the watery sounds of his cock sloshing and churning all the cum collected inside the omega’s messy cunt punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of their hips as he pounds into the heavenly heat. Already, he can feel his cock tingling, every sensation starting to magnify; the throbbing of his own pulse, the exquisite heat and damning clench of the pulsing, swollen flesh gripping him and swallowing him down. Beneath him, Loki is writhing and squirming, tears running down his face as he watches his cunt being battered. The sensation is probably overwhelming him too. Damien doesn’t even dare to touch his clit; the slightest increase in pressure is going to tip him over the edge. 

You’re already about to tip anyways, something whispers in his ear and fuck it, you’re right. Damien reaches down with a shaking hand and thumbs the little red bud. 

Loki screams, his whole body tensing as he cums. Damien grits his teeth and lets the wave of his orgasm wash over him as he releases inside the omega. Once he’s fully soft, he slides himself out, hissing at the friction between them as Loki’s pussy reluctantly lets him go. He’s going to need a minute before he can go again. 

Loki gets no such break. “My turn,” Luka says, his voice tight with tension. “Fuck, I was going to cream myself just rubbing against his back. C’mere.” The alpha bodily hefts Loki up from where he’s slid down in Luka’s lap and then feeds his cock inside the wrecked pussy with a squelch. 

“A-Ahh–no…” Loki sobs as he’s fucked into again. “W-Wait…I–”

“No waiting,” Luka growls into his ear. “I’m so fucking pent up from listening to you two fuck.” Unlike Damien, Luka sets a rough pace from the start.

“Nnngh…haah…fuhh…” Loki gasps as stars spark behind his eyelids with each thrust; he can feel every single point of Luka’s piercings rubbing against his walls, sending new bursts before the old have a chance to settle. The lorum piercing at the base of Luka’s cock plucks at the rim of Loki’s pussy at an irregular cadence, sending an extra burst each time that threatens to drown Loki beneath the tide of sensation. Cum and squirt juice leak incessantly from between his legs, soaking the train of his robe and the chair and the floor and he babbles mindlessly between moans. “Guhh…L-Luka…unnngh…”

“You’re right, Dami,” Luka groans as he ruthlessly bucks his hips to spear into Loki’s tender flesh. One hand grips Loki by the waist for leverage, the other mindlessly kneading Loki’s breasts. “He’s so wet. And he just keeps creaming himself. Fuck, kitten, you’re a literal wet dream.”

“Shall we see if he can get any wetter?” Damien kneels again and grips Loki by the hips, holding him steady while Luka fucks into him, the slide so slick it’s like Luka’s gliding into him. Then he bends down and seals his mouth over Loki’s clit. 

Loki chokes on the scream that tears out of his throat. His hands rip through his robe as he digs his fingers into the leather chair, his whole body arching and writhing as he tries to escape but there’s nowhere to go but under. “Please!” he hears himself beg. “No…ahhh–I c-can’t–”

“Shit, shit, shit,” Luka swears, his hips stuttering. “Fuck, this cream is—fuck, I’m cumming.”

Damien pays them no mind, his tongue swirling around the swollen clit. His tongue is starting to get sensitive too, the slick heat of Loki’s tender bud turning searing hot in his mouth, the tangy-sweet taste of him even more intense than usual. 

Luka throws his head back and groans as he empties himself in the omega. He kicks at Damien who releases Loki’s clit. “Switch. I wanna suck his nipples.”

“We can move to the bed then.” Damien grabs Loki by the arms and hauls him up with a yelp. The robe, ruined and ripped, is discarded on the floor. Loki tries to find his feet but they feel like jelly and he sways into Damien who catches him against his firm chest. He doesn’t know how they get to the bed but in the next blink he’s on his knees, tears blurring his vision as he’s suckled on from both ends. 

Damien’s head is between his knees, his hands gripping Loki’s inner thighs to keep them spread as he licks into him. The hands also keep him in place because Loki can’t help but jerk each time he feels the brush of a searing hot tongue against his sensitive walls. 

Luka’s head is between his arms, his hands gripping Loki’s hanging breasts as he sucks one nipple into his mouth, alternating between the two at his whim. Loki feels teeth graze over his nipple and tug and immediately, his knees go weak and buckle. Right at that moment, Damien’s tongue is sunk into him and when he goes down, it sinks even deeper. 

“Ha-ahhh…” Loki sobs as hands come around to clamp his hips down against Damien’s face, keeping him there. Damien’s nose is buried inside his mound, his tongue buried even deeper inside of his pussy, and Loki wails as he feels himself cum again. Damien’s throat bobs as he swallows down what he can, the rest of it running down his chin and neck and dripping into the dip of his collarbones. The noise is obscene – watery and slurpy and filthy. Luka is not much better. His nipples are completely wet with saliva and he thinks if he finds faint teeth marks around his areolas, he won’t be at all surprised. 

Damien swallows the last of it and licks a dirty stripe over the whole of Loki’s pretty pussy to clean it off before rolling out to sit back up. “Round two,” he growls. Loki arches as twin hands land on his hips and pull him back onto a stiff cock and oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. He hangs his head, exhausted, as he gushes again, soaking the sheets even further.  

“Th-Three,” he manages to gasp in protest. Luka chuckles from under him, his mouth still stubbornly lodged onto his breast although he’s switched nipples since. 

Damien laughs as well. “Ah, you’re right. It’s round three for you.” Loki almost chokes on the next thrust, so deep it feels like it’s lodging in his guts. Damien grinds his cock against his cervix and Loki bites back a curse when he feels the tingle start up even deeper inside him, past where Damien’s fingers had reached. “Or should you be counting how many times you’ve cum? Are you even able to count them?”

“I–” Loki hangs his head and reaches a hand back to weakly push at Damien’s abs. “I can’t–”

“If you wanted to hold hands, you should have said.” Damien grabs the reaching hand and then uses it to pull Loki upright before grabbing his other hand. He uses them as leverage in order to pound into the omega even harder. The impact of each thrust sends up little splashes of slick and cum that splatter on the sheets. “You know how much I love holding your hand, princess.”

Luka, having lost access when Damien pulled Loki up, stares mesmerized at the way Loki’s breasts jiggle and bounce from Damien’s rough pace for a full few minutes before gamely getting up on his knees, his hands gripping Loki’s hips as he slots their lips together, swallowing Loki’s pitiful mewls. They only grow louder when he presses himself even closer to feel Loki’s soft mounds against his own firm chest, their nipples tickling at each other. 

Loki breaks the kiss first, tossing his head back as he gasps and moans. He’s a vision straight out of Luka’s every fantasy; hazy-eyed, flushed, and glistening with sweat as the gorgeous line of his spin arches in an erotic curve while his lovely red mouth pants raggedly. “I-I’m–” 

“Feeling good, kitten?” Luka coos. “Our sheets are a mess.” 

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Damien growls. “Switch with me, I want to cum in his mouth.” When Damien slips out of him, Loki lets out a little mournful cry that has Luka cooing at him as he slots himself inside.

“Shh, kitten, we wouldn’t leave you empty.”

Loki pitches forward at a strong thrust, his cheek bumping against Damien’s cock. The alpha lets out a hiss at the sensitivity. “Open up, princess.”

The omega does as told and Damien grips his chin carefully as he feeds himself inside, groaning when the omega greedily sucks him down. A helpful thrust from Luka pushes Loki even closer towards him with the added benefit of forcing his cock even deeper down Loki’s throat. The omega moans around his cock, the vibrations making Damien grit his teeth. He distracts himself by curling a hand in Loki’s wild mess of hair, tugging slightly so that Loki looks up at him, blue eyes red and teary. Saliva is leaking from his mouth where his lips are stretched around Damien’s girth. So, so pretty. 

Stuffed full of cock on either side, he’s pushed back and forth between his two alphas. Each thrust of Luka’s cock chokes him onto Damien’s and each thrust of Damien’s cock impales him deeper onto Luka’s in a rhythmic push and pull that has Loki’s head spinning, unable to think past how terribly good he feels. At some point, his knees buckle but even that doesn’t save him because Luka only hikes the omega’s legs up around his hips and fucks in even deeper. 

“There’s so much cum,” he thinks he hears someone say and an answering chuckle. “‘M not gonna last. Fuck.”

Luka cums first, shooting deep inside his pussy and flooding him with cum that feels lava-hot against his oversensitized insides. Damien follows not long after and Loki swallows it all down, half out of reflex and half out of necessity as Damien doesn’t pull out until there’s nothing left. 

Luka, on the other hand, doesn’t pull out at all and pulls Loki back up against his chest until Loki’s seated on his cock, his legs splayed on either side of Luka’s hips. The omega cries out as Luka begins to fuck him again with short, sharp upward thrusts that have Loki bouncing in his lap. Damien crawls over, slotting himself up against Loki’s chest and Loki almost seizes when mischievous fingers brush over his clit. 

“Sh-Shit–nnngh!” He gushes cum all over Luka’s cock and the alpha whistles before pressing a kiss against his sweaty forehead. 

“Dami’s so mean, isn’t he?” he teases the omega. “I’m much nicer.” Loki only has the brain space to send him a quick glare before Luka dissolves it with a quick buck of his hips that has the omega clenching exquisitely around him. 

“I can be nice,” Damien says. He grips his stiffening cock and smacks the head of it against Loki’s clit twice. The omega yelps at the contact but can’t do much other than take it while he’s pinned to Luka’s cock and caught between their bodies. He sobs and squirts all over himself again when Damien spreads open the protective hood with his fingers and intentionally and maliciously rubs his cockhead over the swollen little nub. “I just choose not to be.” 

“Haah…b-bastard…nngh–” Damien cuts him off with a searing kiss, sweeping his tongue inside the omega’s panting mouth like he owns the place. Loki moans into his mouth and the alpha greedily swallows it down. 

There’s a loud squelching sound when Luka cums inside him again, some of it oozing out from Loki’s stuffed pussy to make room for the new load. Luka pulls out with a dirty schlup sound and the omega sags between them, body pliant and loose. The two of them roll him over and take up positions on either side of him. 

“So fucked out already, princess?” Loki blinks blearily at his alpha who cradles his cheeks in his hands as he looks him over. “We’ve got the whole day left.” Loki lets out an involuntary whimper at the thought and both Damien and Luka grin wickedly down at him. “And we’d never disappoint you.”

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The minute he wakes up, Ryder can tell it’s one of those days. His teeth feel sharper and longer than usual, his words more growl than voice, and the instinct to command and be obeyed feels grating and serrated under his skin. As a CEO of a large conglomerate and head of a pack of other strong alphas, those instincts are mostly satisfied day to day, but certain days require a little extra. A bit annoying but not uncommon, and definitely not untreatable. He lets his main secretary know that he’s not able to come in today and then lets the rest of his pack know he’s having A Day, although it may have already been obvious from the fact that Ryder isn’t dressed for work, still shirtless in only his sleep pants, and also the intense look in his eyes. 

Used to the routine of such days, his packmates only touch his shoulder briefly in acknowledgement of their pack head before they’re heading out, leaving him alone with their omega. 

“The usual?” Loki asks. Ryder nods and Loki smiles up at him, sweet like candy.

Ryder adores him for it. 

He comes around the table to slide Loki’s chair out and rumbles approvingly when Loki lifts his arms so he can easily pick him up. The omega lets himself be manhandled and purrs against the enigma’s neck as he’s carried to his playroom, his legs locked tightly around Ryder’s waist. 

“I’ll let you pick.” Ryder shifts Loki further onto one arm as he opens the drawer with Loki’s collars and turns to the side so Loki can look without straining his neck. 

“The second one,” Loki mumbles and Ryder hums approvingly as he picks it up before walking over to set Loki down so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. 

He slides the collar around Loki’s neck who helpfully lifts his chin to give him room. It’s black leather, intimidatingly thick but padded on the inside for comfort. A little black leather bow sits prettily in the center over the hollow of Loki’s throat, connected to a gold metal ring.

Loki stays still and silent as he fastens it, the picture of obedience and submission. “Strip but keep your underwear on,” Ryder orders before he steps away again to grab the rope. When he’s back, Loki’s done as told and is sitting quietly, waiting for further instructions. He likely already knows what Ryder wants him to do, but Ryder loves that he knows not to move without direction. 

“On your knees. Arms up,” he says and feels the first flash of deep satisfaction as Loki scrambles to obey. He presses the rope against the underside of Loki’s breasts and begins to wrap it around him in one of his favorite ties where the rope goes above and below and between the breasts to frame them and then laces around the arms to bind them together behind the back. The other ropes go around each leg, coiling around the thighs and the calves and binding them together. Ryder is practiced and experienced and it doesn’t take too long, nor does he need to ask Loki if it’s too tight; he knows the exact give of the rope against Loki’s skin, how deep it can bite without hurting him. Loki is quiet through it all, although his breathing is a little faster and there’s already a little wet spot forming in his panties by the time Ryder finishes. 

“Good boy,” Ryder praises and Loki’s eyelashes flutter, color rising high in his cheekbones. Ryder tugs at his collar, forcing Loki to look at him. “We’re starting. You’ll refer to me as ‘sir’ and do only what I tell you. Do you understand?”

Loki nods.

“Speak.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” The enigma brings a hand up under the omega’s chin and tips up his chin. “Open up for me, baby.”

Loki stares up at him, all trust and no protest as he opens his mouth and Ryder slips his thumb past Loki’s plush lips to rub against his teeth. The omega swallows, his throat bobbing, but his jaw remains slack and open. Ryder pushes his thumb deeper inside, forcing Loki’s jaw even wider, and presses down against the omega’s soft tongue. He rubs his thumb back and forth over the surface of it, the omega fighting to keep his tongue soft and flat for his Daddy, his saliva collecting to slick the slide of the digit. With his Daddy’s thumb in his mouth, the urge to bite down and suckle is strong, but he keeps his mouth open and lax because he hasn’t been told to suck. 

“Such a soft tongue you have,” Ryder muses. He slips his thumb out, the pad of it wet and shiny from Loki’s saliva, and smears it over Loki’s cheek. “Stick your tongue out and keep it there for me.”

Loki obeys, poking his tongue out slightly and letting it hang there as he waits. 

“I’m going to move you to the floor.” He does just that, setting him gently down on the floor with his back against the bed and his knees spread out on either side of him. Loki doesn’t make a peep throughout the entire process, and obediently keeps his tongue out as instructed. 

Ryder drags a chair over and sits on it in front of Loki who now has to look up at him from the floor. Loki’s eyes avert for a split second of distraction and Ryder growls. 

“Keep your eyes on me, baby.” 

Loki’s eyes immediately snap back and he holds Ryder’s gaze. 

“Good boy. Open your mouth a bit wider and tilt your head back.”

Loki does so. His eyes flit between looking at where Ryder’s pants are obviously tented and back to his eyes, almost as if he can’t help but look until he remembers his instructions, but Ryder lets it go. His little cock-hungry omega can’t be blamed for how well they’ve trained him to crave cock. 

Ryder makes him hold there for a beat before he leans forward and lets some of his saliva drip from his mouth into Loki’s. His omega takes it so well, open throat bobbing as he swallows without closing his mouth. Despite the distraction of his mate’s fluttering eyelashes, Ryder can see the way he squeezes his thighs together, subtly rubbing them. Usually Ryder is all about letting his omega find whatever pleasure he wants but not today. 

Today, Ryder alone will decide what pleasure Loki gets to have and when. 

“Open your thighs.” 

Loki freezes, caught in the act even if it was subconscious, and meekly opens them, exposing a wet patch larger than before. Ryder leans forward and grips Loki’s chin. 

“Did I say you could get yourself off?” Loki shakes his head, eyes wide and pitiful. “Speak.”

“No, sir,” Loki slurs through an open mouth.

“Be grateful I caught you before you came,” Ryder says. “Or your punishment would be much worse. Say ‘thank you’.”

“Than’ you, sir.” 

Ryder leans back in the chair and slides his leg forward, pressing his foot against the omega’s panty-clad pussy. Loki shivers at the pressure, his thighs spreading wider to accommodate.

“For your punishment, since you want to get off so badly, I’ll help you. Cum on my foot.” 

He can see Loki swallow, but after a moment, the omega obediently shifts a little and then begins humping his hips against Ryder’s foot. Ryder can feel the heat of Loki’s pussy under his sole through the fabric and he presses a little harder to help him, pressing his toes against where the omega’s clit is but keeping it still. He wants Loki to do all the work; it’s a punishment after all. The omega moans softly, his eyes half-lidded and hazy but still trying to make eye contact, his little red tongue still out as he insistently grinds his clothed pussy against Ryder’s foot, his hips moving faster and faster and mouth making little ah, ah, ah noises as he seeks his pleasure. 

“Such a little desperate thing you are,” Ryder muses and Loki whines, his hips stuttering before they go back to their desperate pace.

While it’s a punishment, Ryder knows how sensitive Loki’s pussy is, how easily his sweet boy can succumb to pleasure so he isn’t surprised when Loki eventually cums, the omega arching his back as his whole body seizes. The enigma can feel warm dampness spreading under his foot and knows Loki squirted and soaked his panties. 

This time, he moves his heel and grinds it against Loki’s clit, smirking as Loki moans helplessly, his hips still twitching from his orgasm. He lowers his voice to a purr. “Good job, baby. Masterfully done. I’ll give you a reward if you can– ah.” 

He hasn’t even finished speaking when Loki moans again, a little liquid trickling past his soaked panties to pool on the floor. 

Loki’s eyes well up with tears, distressed at the thought he’d been bad. “S-Sorry, sir,” he slurs. “I…I…”

“Not to worry, baby boy,” Ryder soothes. “I wanted you to cum again, you were just faster than I thought.”

“I…I good?” 

“Very good,” Ryder affirms. “Perfect, even.” He bends down and picks the omega up. Loki is unable to cling to him with his arms bound, but he licks at Ryder’s cheek. It’s a little dry from how long his tongue has been out and Ryder delicately brings it inside his own mouth, massaging the little muscle with his own tongue and wetting it with saliva. Loki moans as he fights to keep his tongue loose and lax, letting his Daddy play with it in his own mouth.

When they separate, Loki’s panting and there’s a thick string of saliva that connects them until it finally breaks. Ryder sets him down on the bed against the pillows and slides down. “I’ll give you your reward now to prove it.”

He first presses his nose against the center of Loki’s soaked panties, inhaling the heady scent of his arousal, and then licks long and slow up the center of it. When he darts his eyes up, Loki is looking at him through lidded eyes, only a thin ring of blue remaining with how dilated his eyes are. He makes a little whiny noise as Ryder licks him again over the cloth, this time with more pressure, and Ryder smirks when he hears it. 

“Sorry, baby boy, I know what you want.” He peels the scrap of soaked fabric away from Loki's cunt and tugs it to the side so he can lick directly over the slick skin, and then when it slides back, he rips it with his hands to toss it away. Without the fabric in the way, the smell is even headier and the taste on his tongue is exquisite. He clamps his hands down on Loki’s bound thighs, the rope biting into his palms, to press them flat against the bed so that his pussy sits flushed and exposed for him and licks between the plump petals, hungrily laving over his pink folds. 

“Haah…a-ahh…” Caught up in his pleasure, Loki starts to hump his hips against Ryder’s face and that won’t do. Ryder pulls all the way back. 

“Keep still,” he growls, delivering a sharp smack to the omega’s thigh. 

“Yes, sir,” the omega slurs on a gasp. “Sorry, sir.”

Ryder returns to the omega’s pussy, slip-sliding his tongue along the seam to lick up any remaining traces of cum and then dips inside to lick at the omega’s twitching hole. The soft flesh gives so easily each time he applies pressure and quivers on his tongue like the most exquisite delicacy. Above him, Loki trembles with the effort to keep still, thighs shaking and fists clenching uselessly behind him. The shaking becomes even more pronounced when Ryder seals his lips over Loki’s clit and sucks .

“Ha-aah!” Loki throws his head back in ecstasy as he cums, his stomach tightening and flexing as he tries to keep his hips still although they still twitch involuntarily. Ryder catches the little sprays of slick in his mouth and licks him through it, humming and sending pleasurable vibrations that make it even harder to be good. “S-Sir…” Loki begs. “A-Ahhh…” 

The enigma flicks a glance at him and smirks at his struggle, but doesn’t comment. Still, he moves away from his pussy to suck again at Loki’s outstretched tongue. The omega whimpers, tasting himself as Ryder’s tongue swirls against his, his lips a soft pressure against his own.

When Ryder releases him, he kisses the omega’s damp forehead. “You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, his voice pitched low with pleasure. Loki stares at him with wide eyes, his perfect, darling omega, so eager to please and the prettiest blush staining his cheeks. “My good boy. I’m so very pleased. Perhaps another reward is in order.” 

Ryder sits back to shuck his sleep pants while Loki catches his breath and then quickly returns. He slides up the bed and Loki’s eyes light up in delight when Ryder’s cock gets within distance of his face, his mouth opening a little wider in anticipation. A fresh round of saliva generates at the sight of it, so thick and flushed, and even though Loki tries to swallow it down, some of it drips off the tip of his tongue to land wetly on his own chest. 

None of it is missed by his sharp-eyed enigma who only smirks wryly at him. “This seems to be the better reward, by your reaction.”

Loki whines, his desperation climbing as his prize gets nearer and finally, finally, Ryder directs his cock to slide against Loki’s exposed tongue. The omega moans the second the taste of musk and arousal hit his tongue, his mouth instinctively closing around–

“Keep it open.” Ryder’s eyes are twin gems glittering sharply down at him. 

Groaning softly, Loki relaxes his jaw open and sticks his tongue out further, letting Ryder rub his cock against the soft muscle. Every other stroke, Ryder slides the head of his cock inside his mouth and it takes every bit of Loki’s willpower to be good and not close his mouth around it to suckle sweetly at it like he wants to. His eyes stare up at Ryder, half begging for more and half desperate for praise. He’s only awarded one of them. 

“So sweet for me, baby boy,” Ryder praises, his hand smoothing through Loki’s hair as he continues to rut against his soft tongue. The omega whimpers. “Shh, I know how hard you’re trying.” He can tell from the way Loki is squirming, the way his lips flex around his cock in aborted movements. And he could let Loki do as he wanted, as his cock itself wanted, and let him close his mouth around him so he could feel the pressure and heat of Loki’s mouth. But the enigma in him wants this - Loki pliant and willing and going against his own desires in order to please him – and it’s just as heady and arousing as being sucked off. So much so, that he can already feel his orgasm bubbling up in his belly. 

“You may close your mouth when I cum,” he tells his omega. “And you may swallow.” He may as well have given Loki the moon given the way Loki’s eyes widen in gleeful anticipation and that is his undoing. He buries himself as deep as he can inside Loki’s waiting mouth and at the first taste of cum, the omega seals his mouth around the thick girth, licking and mouthing hungrily at the slit as it pumps hot and salty down his throat. Ryder lets out a wrecked groan as he empties himself in Loki’s suckling mouth, his biceps flexing as he keeps himself balanced above his omega. 

Once spent, he gives himself a minute to recover before he slides himself out. He watches – and feels – in amusement the way Loki’s mouth chases after him a bit, unwilling to part with its favorite pacifier before finally giving up and letting it pop out as he retreats too far, Loki blinking large, mournful eyes at it. 

Ryder resists the urge to laugh. “Don’t miss it too much,” he says before he kisses Loki slowly and deeply. Loki’s eyes are hazed and dreamy when he lets their mouths untangle. “You’ll have it again soon.” He slides back down. “Until then, let me taste you just a little more, hm?” 

He returns to Loki’s pussy, his long tongue delving back inside to lick slow, tantalizing licks between his folds until Loki’s toes are curling in ecstasy. 

“Don’t want to forget about these either,” Ryder breathes against his core and Loki whimpers when large hands find their way to his tits. The whimpers turn into moans when Ryder’s fingers find his nipples and begin to play with them, rubbing the little pink nubs between his fingers until they’re hard and tight. All the while, his tongue works lazily inside him and over his clit, teasing the omega until he’s cumming a second time on his tongue. Ryder hums approvingly, licking one last time over the slick opening before moving up to lick at the hard little buds of his nipples, delighting in the way Loki’s body jolts at the stimulation. Already, his cock is back to full mast without him even touching it. His omega’s pleasure is drug enough.

“S-Sir…”

“Hm?”

“P-Please?”

So greedy, his baby boy. 

“Not yet, baby.”

Loki pouts at being denied. His little brat brain spins, his eyes gauging Ryder’s tolerance before he tries again in a tiny, pitiful voice. “J-Just a little?”

His enigma may have liked dominance, but it was also weak to its mate and their schemes, transparent as they were. 

Ryder exhales and then eases off of Loki’s nipples to grip himself in one hand. “Don’t move,” he orders before he slides the head of his cock against Loki’s slick seam, pre leaking from the tip and smearing against the velvety skin. He doesn’t want to fuck Loki without preparing him, and this helps take the edge off. Loki whimpers; so close to his goal yet not there. But, he doesn’t push his luck and keeps his hips still, letting Ryder rut himself against his delicate sex even though he wishes Ryder would just…slip inside. He bites his lip, trying to calculate whether or not he could get away with moving his hips just slightly so that Ryder would accidentally impale him with the tip.

His omega, Ryder thinks fondly as he watches him, has a terrible poker face. His intentions are written so clearly in his eyes that Ryder almost wants to indulge him and let the tip of his cock slide just inside that wet, inviting warmth. But then he’d have to punish him for it. Instead, he moves his cock away from the omega’s seam and grinds it deliberately against his cute little clit. Another punishment at this stage would only delay them both.

“A-Ahhhh,” the omega chokes, his tongue lolling out again as he arches, eyes rolling back in his head. “S-Sir–haah…o-ohhh…” Every slide of the stiff cockhead against the sensitive bundle of nerves sends stars sparking behind his eyelids and Loki cums with a gasp, his pussy clenching on nothing, and he almost sobs at the sensation of being so empty. “Sir, please!”

Ryder flips them so that he’s now the one lying against the pillows, Loki balancing on his knees and straddling him. He can’t steady himself with his calves tied to his thighs so Ryder has one hand on his hip to steady him. With his other hand, he strokes Loki’s soaked pussy, strings of slick clinging to his fingers and making them sticky as he pets it lovingly. 

“We’ll take it one finger at a time, okay?” Loki frowns a little, the impatient cock-hungry brat he is, but he nods. Ryder slides one finger inside, the omega’s lips parting on a silent ‘o’ as he sinks it deep, deep inside. Slowly, he moves it in and out, stroking lightly at the omega’s tender walls, and then adds another. They scissor inside the omega, stretching him out, and then he crooks them until he finds Loki’s weakness. 

“A-Ahhh…” Loki squirms, his eyelashes fluttering as pleasure steals across his expression. 

“How does it feel?”

“F-Feels good, sir.”

“Good enough to cum?”

“Mm…n-need more, s-sir.”

Ryder chuckles. “I see.” He speeds up the pace of his fingers, drilling them into the soft, pink hole, and crooks them to stroke at his g-spot until Loki’s shaking. His own cock throbs, excited at the thought of being enveloped in the same hot, wet embrace of Loki’s cunt that his fingers are experiencing.  

“S-Sir…g-gonna cum–ahh–”

Loki’s body is so delightfully honest, his pleasure written plain across his face for Ryder to see, and that’s why at the exact moment Loki is about to tip over into orgasm, Ryder abruptly wrenches his fingers out. 

The omega’s eyes fly open in shock but in the next second–

“Cum for me.” 

And Loki, his sweet, sweet mate who’s so, so good for him, does. 

Untouched, just from his order alone, Loki’s entire body shudders and his pussy squirts, liquid spilling hot across the enigma’s abdomen. 

Ryder feels the sharp flash of satisfaction like a bullet to the head, power thrumming through his veins, heady like adrenaline shots straight into the jugular. 

“Well done, my sweet.” Loki stares at the puddle on Ryder’s belly, almost as if in awe of what he’s done. “I’m so pleased, Loki.” He cards the hand not sticky with Loki’s pussy juices through the omega’s hair and the omega’s lashes flutter at his touch, his breathing increasing a notch as he leans into the hand. “Such a precious thing you are.” He brings his hand back to the omega’s pussy, this time with three fingers. “Ready for another finger?” 

Loki nods quickly and Ryder slides them inside with a squelch, waiting for a moment as Loki adjusts before beginning to piston them in and out. The pink folds swallow them readily, the omega’s breathing hitching, body trembling as he climbs back up to his peak. Again, just at the edge, he removes his fingers and then leans forward to bite at Loki’s ear, pressing his lips right up against the flaming shell of it. 

“Cum.”

And again, his gorgeous, wonderful omega, cums from his direction alone. 

The power rush is no less heady than the first one and he’s almost dizzy with it, his inner beast settling and purring with satisfaction deep in his chest. 

Loki is trembling on top of him, eyes squeezed shut as he comes down from his high. His whole body is flushed, the pink tinge on his pale skin lovely against the rope. Tears cling to his lashes, his mouth opens on a silent gasp, and he’s so, so pretty, Ryder just has to kiss him, their mouths moving languidly against each other even as Loki shudders in his lap. 

“Last one,” Ryder whispers against his lips when they part. Four of his fingers press against the slick seam of his pussy and Loki lets out a little whimper in the negligible space between them as Ryder eases the tips of them in. “Will you give me one more?” 

Loki chews his lip but eventually he nods and Ryder rewards him with a brilliant smile. “That’s my boy,” he says warmly and Loki shivers, his body flexing against the rope and a whimper escaping him as the fingers finally bottom out inside him. 

This time, when Ryder knows Loki is expecting him to pull out again on the precipice, he doesn’t. Because he had been preparing to cum without help, it throws Loki into overdrive when his orgasm storms through him without stopping, helped along by Ryder’s fingers still driving into him and the enigma’s voice whispering filthy praise into his ear. Ryder doesn’t relent even as Loki’s cum drips down his chest, the omega writhing and squirming against him as he mindlessly begs Ryder to stop, to keep going, to go harder, to yes yes yes fuck fuck fuck, sir please, please, please, and when Ryder teases him with a “and where are your manners, baby boy?”, a breathless th-thank you sir. 

When Ryder finally slides his fingers out with a wet schlurp, Loki slumps bonelessly against him. Pressed tightly together, he can feel the softness of Loki’s breasts pressed against his chest as well as the rougher texture of rope against his stomach. 

“Ready to take me inside?” Ryder murmurs against a flushed ear and hides his smile when Loki perks back up. “One moment.” The enigma keeps Loki pressed against him a bit longer as he tugs at the rope binding his legs. The omega will need them in a second. The ropes fall away, revealing pale red marks where they had dug into the skin.

Ryder pumps his dick lazily as Loki eagerly shuffles backwards on his way to get himself impaled as soon as possible. “Get me ready first, hm? Slick me up with your wetness.” 

Loki purses his lips a little in reluctance, but a stern look from Ryder has him moving further back until he’s sandwiched Ryder’s cock between his thighs, the thick shaft laying against his mound. 

With his hands still bound behind his back, the omega balances on his knees and begins to move his hips to allow the cock to slide up and down his seam, smearing the precum dripping from its head against his hot flesh and smearing his own slick along the thick shaft. He lifted his eyes to see Ryder’s hungry gaze on him, his eyes so dark they glitter. Loki feels more slick leak out of him and he whines, moving his hips faster. 

Their flesh, slippery with precum and slick, slide against each other temptingly and erratically. Could he just…? Loki lifts his hips a little higher on the next slide, letting the head of Ryder’s cock sit just at the lower cleft of his pussy, and sinks down a little. Even just the tip feels amazing, his tender folds parting over the blunt head, the tantalizing taste of a thick, rigid cock just behind, ready to carve him open—

Smack.

Loki yelps at the sting of Ryder’s palm against his ass and mournfully retreats, letting the cock head slip back out. 

Ryder’s eyes are narrowed. “Brat…” he warns. 

Loki whimpers and humps appeasingly against Ryder’s cock. He wants so badly to do it again it’s like a physical ache in his core. Ryder must see it in his face because he flicks his clit, stunning Loki into going cross-eyed at the sharp pleasure it inflicts. 

“S-Sorry, sir,” Loki mumbles, only half-sincere, when Ryder sighs. He so desperately wants to be good, but his pussy feels equally, desperately empty. He looks pitifully at Ryder who snorts. 

“Greedy thing.” He grips his cock and slides the head of it against Loki’s clit to make Loki shudder and moan before gripping it steady. “Sit down on it. Slowly.”

The omega lets out a little gasp of delight before he shifts to get himself in place and then begins to sink down– 

He’s yanked up by his collar. “I said slowly.” 

Loki hisses out a breath of frustration and slows his pace. At the glacial rate he’s forced to go, he can feel himself part centimeter by centimeter to make room for Ryder’s cock inside his body, an exquisite agony. 

“Stop.” Loki freezes, the cock only halfway in him. He looks at Ryder and then blanches when Ryder only stares at him, a smirk on his face. 

“P-Please–”

“Up.” Ryder’s eyes are dark and dangerous, the enigma lurking just beneath the surface. Swallowing, Loki raises up, letting the cock slide out of him inch by inch until only the tip is left. 

“Down.” Loki sinks back down, heeding the unspoken warning to go slowly. Behind his back, his fists clench. This time, Ryder lets him sink all the way down until Ryder’s cockhead butts up against his cervix. 

“Up.” Loki bites back a curse, but obediently lifts up again. Ryder makes him repeat it again and again, the slowest fucking he’s ever had and all using his own effort. Frustrated tears spring to his eyes and he can hear himself letting out soft little whines. His legs are shaking, unused to having to do the work. His pussy pulses in want and he tries to give his enigma the best puppy eyes he can muster. 

Ryder’s voice is hoarse. “Minx.” Big hands land on his hips and haul him back down. Loki gasps when Ryder gives a little tug to wrench past his cervix and then he’s all the way inside. He couldn’t not cum even if he wanted to, the orgasm ripping through him and his whole body arching and shaking as his cervix squeezes and suckles at the cock in its hold.

He only realizes he’s babbling some mixture of fuck, so good, thank you sir when he’s being shut up by Ryder’s lips covering his own, his large palm pressing between his shoulder blades to hold him steady as he’s devoured. 

The two of them swallow each other’s moans and groans between them as Ryder begins to thrust, ramping up in speed until Loki’s bouncing in his lap. Mindless, Ryder grabs handfuls of the omega’s reddened ass and hauls the omega down to meet each punishing thrust. Loki breaks away from the kiss with a gasp and Ryder only lets him because his mouth is now free to latch onto a swollen nipple while his ears ring with Loki’s mewling cries of pleasure. 

“S-Sir…a-aah…so rough…nnngh–” Every slam of Ryder’s cock inside his softest, most intimate place makes Loki’s head spin, his whole body just a fleshlight for his enigma to use as he pleases. He cries out as Ryder pulls back and blows on his freshly saliva-soaked nipple, the cool air tightening his nipple even further, before engulfing it again with his hot mouth. All the rules fall away until nothing remains but animalistic lust, an enigma slaking his greed while his mate held on for dear life. At some point, Loki’s moved to lay on his side, his Daddy holding his leg up while he ruts inside him from behind with one hand and the other possessively curved across his belly to rub unceasingly at his clit while Loki bucks and writhes and cums.

Both of their orgasms are meaningless. Loki’s cum only slicks him up for more fucking. Ryder’s cum is the same, oozing out only to be fed back in when Ryder fucks it back into him. The enigma’s recovery time between orgasms lengthens over time, but Loki is afforded no break. And why would he when Ryder also has a tongue and fingers to stuff his pretty little hole with? 

“One more,” Ryder keeps coaxing in his ear. “My sweet baby boy, you can give me another, yes? I need you to be good for me, darling, let me in.” So Loki allows him to part his thighs and press inside him again and again and again.

*

He may have blacked out for a bit because when he blinks his eyes open again, Ryder has flipped them over again, laying the omega flat on the bed before grabbing his ankles to part his legs, fitting himself in between them. Still hazy and exhausted from his orgasms and with his hands bound, Loki isn’t able to twist around to see what’s happening behind him, although it’s apparent soon enough. 

“Oh!” The first press of Ryder’s tongue against his pussy has him lifting his hips up to meet it. Loki groans as it easily slithers deeper inside him, his hole wet and open from Ryder’s cock. He can feel cum leak from inside him as he’s spread open again by the searching muscle. His hands flex uselessly in their bonds and he smushes his cheek against the bedsheets, trying to breathe through the waves of pleasure emanating from his core. A noisy slurp has him arching up, his whole body shuddering, but he doesn’t have the strength to keep it up and he falls flat against the bed again, the hungry mouth on his pussy following him down. “Fuck…ah…”

“So cute when you struggle,” Ryder murmurs and bends his head down again. Loki’s hips arch up again as he tongues the cum-slick folds, and he grips one thigh to keep him there, because when he inevitably arches up, the view of his pert ass is amazing. He can hear Loki cursing under his breath and it makes him smile. 

The spurt of cum that accompanies his orgasm is weak and pitiful and yet Ryder laps it all up with gusto before finally letting Loki go. His limbs feel shaky and jelly-like as Ryder unclasps the collar and unties the ropes. Loki lets out a groan of pleasure when Ryder massages at his arms and wrists. He’s going to have handprints and rope marks for days, he thinks with a vicious sort of satisfaction. 

“A bath,” Ryder murmurs softly and Loki mumbles back something that sounds like agreement, his eyes closing as he listens to Ryder humming while he starts the water and pads around the room. He doesn’t open them when Ryder scoops him up, nor when he’s deposited into the warm water, just sighs and relaxes as his enigma washes his hair and cleans him with gentle fingers, all while Ryder continuously murmurs a string of praise into his ear until there’s nothing on this earth that could ever convince Loki that he’s anything less than the sweetest, most perfect baby boy on the planet. 

He can’t wait for the next time Ryder has another of these Days.

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Loki bit his lip as he held his phone in his hand, wondering if what he was thinking of doing was even worth it. None of his alphas were home, it was just him sitting on the ground in his playroom in front of the mirror. He’d changed into a silky blue slitted babydoll and panty set, one of a few that Damien had bought for him a while back, just on a whim, and felt pretty in it so he’d taken a few photos in front of the mirror for himself in different poses. And then, a thought had floated through his mind, should I send some pictures to my alphas?

The concept of sexting and sending dirty photos wasn’t foreign to him, but he’d never done it before. He hadn’t needed to since his alphas already liked to record or take pictures of him before, during, and after sex that were regularly shared in their chat. It wasn’t even the first time he’d tried on lingerie and felt sexy in it, but it was the first time the thought had occurred to him that maybe his alphas would appreciate a sexy photo from him.

The snarky part of his brain thought it was stupid. If he just kept wearing it, his alphas would see it when they got home so what was the point? The alphas had thousands of photos and videos of him in different lingerie sets; this one wasn’t even that special in the scheme of things, nothing they hadn’t seen a million times. Loki had worn much racier things for them in the past and he didn’t think the alphas would be all that excited to see this one in particular.

Then there was another tiny part of his brain that wanted to just…try it. So what if the reception was lukewarm? That wouldn’t take away how pretty he felt right now. And if the reception was enthusiastic…well. Loki felt some slick leak from him and hurriedly shook his head to clear his thoughts.

Whatever reception he got, he should at least put some effort into getting a spicier picture so Loki got up on his knees and spread them a bit so that the babydoll split to show off more skin. He angled himself a little to the side and arched his back just a bit so he could show off the tiny curves of his bust and waist and moved the camera to the side so his face was in the photo, lowering his lashes and biting his lip to seem demure and sensual. Unsure of what to do with the hand not holding the phone, he decided just to do a victory sign. 

Immediately after taking the photo, he regretted the victory sign a bit but not enough to retake it. And also…since the babydoll itself wasn’t that racy…maybe he should up the ante a little. He slipped the panty off and then carefully sat down with his knees spread but bent slightly to the side. In the mirror, it had the effect of looking like his legs were demurely together, but there was a little tantalizing flash of pink right between his thighs. Seeing the result had Loki immediately flushing bright red at his own audacity. 

Before he could overthink it, he sent them both to the group chat with a wish you were here because it seemed weird to send them with nothing and then muted his phone and didn't look at it. It was like Schroedinger’s cat; until he checked again, it could be both an enthusiastic reception or crickets. He’d check again in five minutes and if it was the latter, he’d just delete it. 

*

Luka was in the middle of a tattooing session when he heard his phone go off with the little ping noise he’d specifically set for his omega so he took a quick pause to glance at it.

Intrigued at the notification that Loki sent a picture to the group chat, he swiped his phone open. 

He looked.

He calmly turned off the tattoo gun.

And then he stepped out, ignoring the noise of confusion his client made. He grabbed one of his staff, told him the client needed to be wrapped up as is and rescheduled immediately.

Then he left without another word.

*

The presenter immediately cut off when a shattering sound suddenly echoed in the meeting room. In unison, every head in the room turned to stare. At the head of the table, Ryder was staring at his phone. He removed his hand from where he’d gripped the edge of the meeting room table, and everyone could see where the wood had just cracked and splintered.

“Meeting adjourned,” Ryder said, his usually immaculate voice just the slightest bit hoarse and then he swept out of the room in long, hasty strides, leaving the rest of them shocked and bewildered at what emergency must have just occurred.

*

Damien was half-listening while swiping on his phone as his assistant walked him through some important details of a contract. She was exasperated at his lackadaisical attitude, but that’s what she got for working with a highly in-demand supermodel who was rich enough to not care. 

She was keeping an eye on him as she talked which is why she instantly noticed when his expression changed. His body shifted to full attention and his eyes were almost glowing as he stared at the screen without blinking. She bravely tried to continue on. 

“They want three advertising campai—“

“Figure it out. I need to go.”

She blinked. “Huh? But—“ 

He was already gone.

*

They tried to keep it on the down low so they didn’t look creepy, but there were quite a few staff milling about in the lobby around this time of day. Quite a few guests too, as a good number of people had caught on to the fact that based on the usual routine, in about ten minutes, Aidan was going to come out of the showers. If they were lucky, he’d come out wearing a shirt with the buttons only half done (many of them hoped for hot summer days because there was a chance he’d come out shirtless) so they could ogle his chest and firm biceps a little bit, and if they were extra lucky, there was a chance of receiving one of the alpha’s sunny smiles. 

All that to say there was quite an audience when Aidan came flying out of the shower a whole eight minutes early, his hair still dripping wet and without a shirt on despite it not being hot outside at all. He didn’t even stop to smile and say goodbye like he usually did, just bolted out the door, leaving a disappointed crowd in his wake. 

*

A while later than he’d initially intended, Loki tentatively checked his phone. All the responses were within a minute of him posting.

Luka: fcuk 

Damien: you’re playing with fire, princess

Aidan: sdflkjromw

Ryder: You’d better be waiting there when I get back.

There hadn’t been anything else since. 

Loki huffed a little in amusement. It wasn’t a super enthusiastic reception, but his alphas were clearly at least a little riled up. Maybe he should send another one? After all, he appeared to have a bit of their attention. He thought to himself a little and then after a few seconds of chewing on his lip, he sat down and spread his legs in front of the mirror, using his other hand to slightly lift the babydoll so his pussy was fully on display, plump and pink between his thighs. He positioned the camera right in front of his face to block out how red his face was and took the picture. 

He giggled a little as he sent it with a little winky face emoji. It was funny; the idea that his alphas might get horny seeing his picture while stuck at work and unable to do anything about it. He tossed his phone to the side and then rolled onto his back. He had a few hours before any of his alphas would be back, maybe he could take another one later.

And then, he heard the door slam. 

…

Loki blinked stupidly at the closed door of the playroom. 

Had…someone come home early?

After a few seconds’ pause, he got up to go look. He’d only made it a few steps when it burst open to reveal all four of his alphas, looking slightly disheveled and with wild looks in their eyes. Aidan didn’t even have a shirt on.

Loki stared, baffled at the sight of all four of his mates back home hours earlier than they were supposed to be. 

Ryder arched an eyebrow at the sight of Loki halfway to the door, one hand still working on loosening and removing his tie. “Didn’t I say you’d better be waiting?”

*

It was frankly a little insulting how surprised their omega looked when they all stormed into the playroom. He didn’t lose that wide-eyed look of shock even after they’d cornered him onto the bed, their hands and tongues reaching for any bit of skin they could reach until Loki’s eyelashes started fluttering and his gaze turned hazy and unfocused.

“Y-You—shouldn’t you all–ahh–be at w-work?” 

“Didn’t you wish we were here?” Luka bit at Loki’s earlobe. “Now we’re all at your service, kitten.”

Aidan chuckled against his inner thigh from where he’d claimed his spot between Loki’s spread legs and was lazily tonguing him open. “I’m pretty sure I texted I was on my way.”

Damien’s face was unimpressed, eyes smoldering as he drank in Loki’s form. “Oh? So actually, you sent us those pictures thinking we’d have to wait?” His fingers spidered up Loki’s calf. “How cruel of you, princess.” 

Loki squirmed as a hot tongue ran over his clit. “I…it wasn’t even that spicy…”

“Dressed in this?” Ryder slid a hand down his side over the thin silk. “While looking like this?” He tilted Loki’s head up and pressed a kiss to the curve of his jaw. “I beg to differ.”

Loki blinked furiously when he pulled back, confusion still lingering in his eyes as he tried to process that they had dropped everything and came running just for a few photos. 

“But—“

He was cut off when Luka whistled. “If you had actually sent this one first…” Luka flipped the screen over to show them the picture Loki had sent just before they’d arrived. Loki froze when he felt four sets of eyes turn to him in sync. 

Damien clicked his tongue. “Playing with fire, princess,” he said and then they were all descending on him. 

Aidan pushed his legs further apart and hooked one over his shoulder. 

Licking his lips, he dug each thumb into a plump petal and spread Loki open to reveal his tender, pink insides. The suddenly exposed little entrance flexed beneath his gaze, bringing with it a little ooze of slick. 

So fucking pretty. 

Unable to hold back any longer, Aidan thrust his tongue directly inside, keeping the omega spread open with his fingers as he massaged it around the soft, slick walls. 

“Wha– nngh!” Loki accidentally jammed his heel into the meat of Aidan’s shoulder blade, but the alpha paid it no attention as he slurped at the omega’s mouthwatering cunt.

Damien lay on the omega’s right, one hand gripping the omega’s spread thigh as he suckled on Loki’s clit. Aidan groaned when Loki bucked his hips with a cry and gushed a flood of juice into his mouth. 

A shaking hand landed on Damien’s head to push him away only to be immediately pulled away by Luka who’d claimed the spot on Loki’s left and divested Loki of the babydoll’s straps in order to free his tits. He threaded their fingers together and pressed a kiss against the knuckles before moving his mouth to Loki’s breast, his tongue worshipping the rosy peak atop the small, pert mound. 

Loki’s other hand was already caught in Ryder’s hand, twitching lightly in his grasp as Ryder dragged his tongue over and between the delicate fingers. There was so much happening at once but Loki couldn’t drag his eyes away from his Daddy’s molten gaze. The other hand was splayed over his quivering belly, pushing down each time Loki arched and wriggled in a bid to move away. 

“Don’t think you’re getting off lightly,” Damien warned after a hard suck to his clit that had Loki’s whole body jerking. “If the little princess wants to seduce us, he’s going to have to handle the consequences, yes?”

Aidan’s rumble of agreement against his pussy had Loki’s inner muscles fluttering around his tongue at the vibration. 

Loki meant to reply with something scathing but couldn’t manage it past all the moans bubbling up in his throat. Heat swelled in his belly as they continued to torment his sensitive flesh and he gasped. “G-Gonna…cum…haaah–” His orgasm rampaged through him, not helped in the slightest by the fact none of his alphas relented in their ministrations to give him a break. 

“That’s just the start,” Ryder murmured against the fluttering pulse in his wrist when he resurfaced from the haze of pleasure. “Is he wet enough?”

Aidan gave one last noisy slurp before he backed off. “Yep.” The three of them retreated and Loki had one moment of dazed clarity before Ryder’s hand was sliding possessively down his belly. A hot palm cupped at his mound and he could feel long, elegant fingers petting lightly between his thighs before two of them sunk inside with a squelch that had Loki gasping. 

“Tell us, baby,” Ryder said, his voice rich and creamy. “What inspired today’s photos?”

Their omega shivered between them, his legs unconsciously spreading wider as Ryder continued to fingerfuck him open at a moderate pace. Little sticky, wet sounds accompanied each in and out slide of his fingers. 

“I just…nnhh…felt pretty.” Loki arched, his eyes rolling back a little, as Ryder stroked over his g-spot and then added a third finger. “And…I thought…haah…you’d–ohh!–enjoy it?”

“What a sweet baby boy we have,” Ryder said warmly. A fourth finger joined the ones already inside him and Loki whined low in his throat, his hips squirming when they crooked just right. “How lucky we are that he’s always thinking of us.”

That was already enough to have him feeling warm and gooey inside, but the three answering murmurs had tears springing to his eyes. “Y-You…really liked it?”

“We loved it, kitten,” Luka grinned and swept gentle thumbs under his eyes. “Can we show you how much?” 

Loki’s eyes immediately gleamed and not from tears. “Mm!”

The atmosphere instantly switched from sappy to hungry. 

The other alphas had already finished stripping while Ryder was prepping him. Damien went first, grabbing Loki by the ankle to flip him over onto his hands and knees before sliding in in one smooth thrust. The omega’s pussy eagerly welcomed him in, a velvety hot sheath that held him in its greedy grip. He immediately set a rough pace that had the omega crying out beneath him, the slapping sound of their hips and the wet sounds of Loki’s pretty pussy echoing lewdly in the room. He could feel their pack’s hungry eyes on them, drinking in the sights and sounds of their omega’s pleasure. 

“You have no idea what it’s like trying to get home while you're hard as a rock, princess,” Damien purred. His fingers drifted to the omega’s trembling clit but only rested lightly there, a little hitch in the omega’s breath the only sign that he felt the touch. Damien leaned down, his lips brushing Loki’s ear. “Shall I show you a little of what that’s like?” 

He brushed roughly over the swollen nub with the pad of his thumb and Loki’s entire body twitched. A second swipe had him tensing, his whole body arching, and the third had him cumming all over Damien’s cock. The alpha fucked into his seizing body once, twice, three more times before he came with a low growl, grinding their hips together as he flooded the omega’s cunt with his release. When he slid out, a mixture of cum and squirt juice trickled out from the omega’s battered pussy. 

Loki collapsed to the mattress, trying to catch his breath only to yelp when he was roughly turned over, large hands pressing insistently at his thighs until he was almost bent in half and a thick, bulbous head positioned at his opening. 

“A-Aidan…” 

“Hm?” His normally sunny alpha had a distinctive gleam in his eye that had Loki’s eyes widening in apprehension until they had to flutter shut at the feeling of being stretched open by Aidan’s thick shaft as it pressed inside. “I ran out two minutes into my nice, relaxing shower today.” He bottomed out and then held there, watching as the omega blinked hazy eyes at him before he realized Aidan was waiting for a response. 

Too bad he was still blissed out from his last orgasm. 

“Nnnh?” His brows scrunched together and he looked so adorably confused that Aidan immediately caved. 

“Never mind,” he laughed, his whole tone softening. “Dropping that picture on us in the middle of the day. You had me scrambling to get home, sweetheart. Didn’t even have time to get a shirt on.” He thrust his hips slowly and deliberately, savoring every micro-expression that flitted across the omega’s face. Loki’s lips pursed in a silent plea and Aidan leaned down to press his lips against that pouty mouth, tangling their tongues together. 

“Still,” he mused to himself as he broke their kiss. “Worth it.” There was a smattering of laughter from their peanut gallery at that. “Hold on for me, sweetheart.” 

He slowly increased the pace of his thrusts until he was pounding into the omega’s exquisitely wanton pussy, his eyes glued to where he disappeared inside it. It was amazing how something so small could be stretched so wide around his cock. He generously decided to leave the omega’s oversensitive clit alone. He could already feel a tattooed someone’s mischievously gleaming eyes already eyeing it. 

Instead, he pushed the omega’s hips up and twisted his own hips just a little until–

“Haa-aah!” Loki’s eyes flew open as Aidan hit that spot inside him, stars sparking across his vision as the flames rapidly grew in his belly. “R-Right there…ohh…”

It only took a few more thrusts for Aidan to cum, the hot flood of his release sending Loki hurtling past his peak. His orgasm swept over him like a gust of wind, leaving his whole body tingly and sensitive in its aftermath.  

His next suitor wasn’t so patient enough as to wait for him to savor it. 

A hand snaked out and pulled him to the floor. Loki was still blinking the stars out of his eyes as he was manhandled onto someone’s lap, his legs straddling their hips, and then he was being lowered and– oh fuck the drag of metal against his tender insides made it immediately obvious who was next. 

“Lu–haaah…nnngh….L-Luka…” 

“My cock is about to burst,” the alpha groaned as he frantically thrust his hips up. He smirked when the omega squealed from his piercing making contact with his clit and quickly thrust up a few more times just to do it again. 

“N-No…nngh–” The omega tried to steady himself by bracing his hands against Luka’s chest but the fucking was so vicious he couldn’t find his balance, leaving him a bouncing little ragdoll at the mercy of the alpha beneath him. “Luka!”

“I left my poor client in the lurch just to run over here and now my kitten won’t even let me bully his clit,” Luka lamented. 

“Wh-What does that–a-ah!” His babydoll had ridden up, but Luka tugged sharply at the hem to pull it down enough to bare his tits for his eyes. The alpha watched them bounce with each sharp drive of his hips for a minute before he gave into his addiction. Loki mewled as fingers dug into his ass, the cock inside him grinding hotly against his cervix, and a demanding mouth descended upon his exposed breast. “Fff…haah…”

Loki came twice like that, drenching both their laps as Luka sucked on his nipple whilst grinding his piercing against his swollen clit, before Luka could hold on no longer, cumming deep inside the omega. 

Luka hadn’t even fully slid out from under him yet before he was being passed over to his Daddy who easily lifted him up off the ground. Loki instinctively wrapped his legs around the enigma’s waist and then sobbed as he felt himself be impaled upon his Daddy’s massive cock, the slide smooth and easy from how wet and cum-filled he was. 

“D-Daddy…nnnghh…” His Daddy only hummed, his large hands gripping and pulling Loki’s ass to him until his cock popped past his cervix. The omega dangled helplessly from the enigma’s arms as he was fucked into, cum and squirt juice leaking from his open pussy each time Ryder pulled too far out. 

“Y-You also gonna–haaah–blame me for s-something?” Loki asked, his tone too breathy to sound at all sarcastic. 

His Daddy’s chest rumbled with a laugh. “I broke a table.” 

“Hah? O-Ohh…”

Everything after that was a blur. After Ryder, he was deposited on the floor and Damien fucked him on all fours. After he’d collapsed on the floor from how shaky his limbs were, Aidan was there, fucking him as he lay prone. He was then hauled to his feet and braced against the bed so Luka could fuck him from behind and then he was pulled upright so Ryder could fuck him standing. He didn’t know how many times he was passed between them, only that at the end he passed out in a sweaty pile of alpha and omega limbs, smugly pleased with himself at the reaction he’d gotten for his photos.

*

The next day, the alphas cursed at themselves for not taking the day off as there was another rush of missed meetings and appointments because Loki decided to send them a picture of himself, his long, pretty legs splayed out on either side of him, almost strategically placed to only offer a peek of the little thong he’s wearing, and the various handprints and hickies they’d left all over him in plain sight.

(They could only thank God that they’d met their omega after they’d built up their success because otherwise they’d likely all be out of a job.)

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It’s just the two of them today, but it’s such a lovely day outside that Loki demands they go out to enjoy it so they pack up a little picnic basket and head out on foot to the nearby park and set up below some trees. Just for the occasion, Loki breaks out his favorite blue sundress; the material is soft and swishes gently against his bare legs where it ends mid thigh with every movement. 

They make light conversation between them, Aidan smiling fondly as his omega gets more and more animated talking about an old vintage car that he’s helping fix up at the garage, so passionate about the topic that he barely notices a stray bit of mayonnaise clinging to the corner of his lip until Aidan swipes it away with a thumb. 

“And now she’s purring beautifully,” Loki says excitedly, only flushing slightly at the besotted, adoring look his alpha is giving him as he talks. “We just fixed her engine up with some new parts, added a little bit of oil, and she just–”

“Excuse me,” a timid voice breaks in and Loki scowls at the fifth person in two hours to have approached them during their picnic, on top of the other three that had approached during their walk. Just like all the other omegas before them, this omega is blushing and fidgeting with his hands as he tells Aidan that he’s so handsome, I was wondering if I could get your number and Loki has had it. 

“No, you are not excused,” Loki snaps before Aidan can politely decline for the twelfth time because some of them can’t take his first refusal at face value. “In case you’re blind, he’s currently with an omega. So leave us alone!” He glares in the vicinity of the various groups that have since set up nearby them, many of which have omegas that keep glancing over at them. Some look away guiltily, but others don’t look deterred in the slightest.

Damn his alpha for looking so good with his handsome face and his big muscles and his big, sunny– 

“Stop smiling,” Loki growls at his alpha who is even now currently sporting a big, dumb one that shows off his pretty teeth and lights up his pretty eyes. “You’re attracting all these flies.” He glares at the offending omega, hoping he’ll take the hint. 

When the other omega doesn’t immediately leave and instead starts tearing up like Loki is bullying him, he tsk s and grabs their trash and stomps off angrily in search of a trash can. 

Little niggling thoughts bubble up like if I were prettier, would they stop approaching like they had a chance or if I punched them in the face, it would be justified, right and he tries to push them away because they’re not helpful. 

When he finally finds a trash can, he dumps their trash and sighs, not really in the mood to go back and face the other stupid omega who’s probably crying that Loki was mean to him like he hadn’t approached them first. The audacity to make Loki out to be the villain when he was the victim of someone approaching his clearly taken alpha! Still, he’s not going to abandon his alpha to some green tea bitch so he takes a deep breath, whirls around, and slams face first into a firm chest. 

*

Aidan can’t help the soppy grin on his face as he watches his omega leave. He just so loves when his omega gets possessive. He ignores the other omega who keeps trying to get his attention and just grabs their picnic blanket and basket, trotting off after the only omega he cares about. 

Loki’s scowling as he throws their trash away, his metaphorical tail bristling, and Aidan feels a hot rush at the knowledge that it’s because of him and also a wave of adoration for his prickly mate. His omega doesn’t seem to notice him as Aidan approaches and stops just behind him, still muttering angrily to himself. Aidan watches as he sighs, takes a deep breath, turns, and smacks straight into him. 

“Ow!”

“Whoops, stood too close, sorry,” Aidan laughs nervously. Loki glares up at him, a hand pressed against his face. “Does it hurt?” he leans down to check, eyes guilty, and Loki rolls his eyes, batting his hand away. 

“It’s fine,” the omega says, removing his own hand from his face. It’s slightly reddened but no harm done; the red is already disappearing. “Where’d he go?” he asks sourly. 

“I don’t know,” the alpha replies honestly. “I just packed up and followed you.” 

“Oh…well, good riddance,” the omega grouches before he subtly slumps and oh. Aidan loves when his omega is possessive, but it crosses a line when he becomes upset. “Sorry…I…ruined the mood, huh.” 

“Of course not,” Aidan quickly assures him. He cups Loki’s cheek, lifting it up so he can see those blue, blue eyes, trying to telepathically bombard him with all the love and adoration he feels inside. “We can just set up somewhere else, somewhere without these flies.”

And there it is. Aidan smiles as his omega brightens, his blue eyes crinkling and his lovely smile finally stretching small but present across that beloved face. So lovely that Aidan can’t help but kiss it, and kiss it again, and again, and agai–

“Okay, okay,” the omega laughs as he pushes him away, his mood fully restored under his alpha’s affections. His hands are now empty so he reaches for the basket hanging from Aidan’s arm. “I can take the bask— woah!” Aidan scoops the omega up with the arm not holding the blanket and basket and lifts him up, holding him against his chest with Aidan’s arm tucked securely under him. The shocked omega instinctively wraps his arms and legs around his alpha’s neck and waist like a limpet. Aidan hefts him and chuckles at his bewildered face. 

“These muscles aren’t for nothing,” he winks. “Let’s go!”

With that, he strides away, grinning as the omega tucks his chin over his shoulder, his tinkling giggles sounding in his ears. 

They walk quite a distance to get to somewhere secluded, Aidan’s long strides making sure they’d thrown off all the more determined omegas who had tried to follow. It was debatable whether all the faces Loki made at them from behind Aidan’s back had helped or sabotaged his efforts.

Aidan one handedly lays their blanket down and ignores Loki’s squirming to get free to sit down with Loki firmly in his lap, one broad hand pressed against Loki’s back to keep him in place. Loki gives up the struggle and just embraces his alpha, hooking his chin over Aidan’s shoulder again.  “Finally, some peace,” Loki sighs. 

Aidan hums as he opens up their basket with one hand, rummaging for the fruit still uneaten. “It’s nice to have our alone time.”

Loki leans back to face him, an uncertain look stealing over his face. “You don’t think I was too mean, do you?”

Aidan raises an eyebrow in a silent question. 

“Calling them flies to their face was probably too much,” Loki sighs, tucking his head back over Aidan’s shoulder. “I just…couldn’t they see we were together? Or do I just look that unlikely to be your mate?” Loki buries his face in Aidan’s neck. “Actually, don’t answer that.”

Aidan frowns. Well he can’t let that stand. He maneuvers the limpet in his arms around until he’s rotated sideways in Aidan’s lap, both of his legs thrown over Aidan’s thighs and head pillowed against Aidan’s chest. 

“Sweetheart,” he says seriously, cupping Loki’s cheek and lifting his face to look into his eyes. “You can’t seriously believe they approached me because of how you look?” 

Loki squirms in his hold, lips jutting in a pout. “Why else would they be so bold?” 

Aidan flicks him on the nose. “It’s always been like that, even when I had other girlfriends.” He bumps his forehead against Loki’s. “But I only have eyes for you, sweetheart. I promise.”

Loki’s eyes soften and he tips his head in a silent ask that Aidan eagerly grants, pressing his mouth to his omega’s in an affection-laden kiss. 

The rest of the early afternoon is spent like that - trading soft kisses in between murmured conversation and bites of fruit that they feed each other with sticky fingers. Loki holds a cherry by the stem and presses it against his alpha’s mouth. Aidan opens up indulgently so Loki can feed it in, but he closes his mouth around the whole thing, stem and all. Loki stares as the alpha chews and then a minute later, opens his mouth to present the tied up cherry stem on his tongue.

The omega leans back, stunned. “How…”

His alpha smirks, taking the tied stem out of his mouth. “You know I’m good with my tongue, sweetheart.” He leans forward, takes Loki’s hand still sticky with juice, and gently brings it to his mouth. Loki shudders as his juice-stained finger is engulfed in wet warmth, a dexterous tongue licking at the pad of his finger before swirling down to the knuckle.

The alpha grins when his omega’s breathing starts to quicken, his pupils blown wide, and knows he’s now soaking beneath his pretty dress.

“Give me your panties, sweetheart,” he says as he releases Loki’s finger with a wet pop. The omega flushes but sits up, toes off his sandals, and lifts his hips to slide his panties off, depositing them in his alpha’s hand. The alpha takes the lacy scrap and brings it to his face, putting his nose right on the wet spot and inhaling deeply. Loki gasps and trembles, feeling slick leak from his now bare cunt, as he watches his alpha practically huff his wet panties.

“Mm…” the alpha breathes before his eyes slide over to Loki. The omega gulps as his alpha prowls toward him, caging him against the ground with his body. The alpha licks his lips and then–.

“Ow,” the omega yelps when a stray rock digs against his hip through their picnic blanket. Aidan blinks at the sudden interruption and chuckles. 

“Not very comfortable on the ground, huh,” he grins and Loki pouts at the idea of stopping now when he’s still so horny until—

“Stand up, sweetheart.” Loki blinks but scrambles to his feet. The minute he does, an iron arm pulls him in by the waist towards the alpha who remains on his knees. One quick movement later and he has his face buried between his thighs, the skirt of Loki’s dress flipped over his head.

“Nnnh…” Loki mewls as he feels his pussy fluttering around his alpha’s exploring tongue. A searing lick across his clit has him gasping, one hand finding Aidan’s shoulders for support while the other clasps over his mouth to muffle his moan. 

Aidan licks a long, slow stripe right at the junction where his mound meets his thigh and somehow that feels dirtier than everything else. Loki lets out another muffled moan and Aidan pops his head up and out of his dress, his eyes half hidden behind his lashes as he looks up at Loki. 

“Don’t hide your noises.” A sly smirk crosses his lips. “I shook off all those people to bring you somewhere private for a reason.”

He stares at the omega until Loki brings the hand covering his mouth to Aidan’s shoulder and then ducks back under his skirt after, resuming his mission of eating Loki out until he cries.

He has a brief flash of jealousy for all the partners that must’ve enjoyed similar attentions from Aidan while he practiced his skills to get them to where they are now, but it passes easily with the realization that he’s the one that gets to enjoy all the fruits of his labor. 

And oh how juicy those fruits are! Aidan’s tongue is wet and warm, soft as a caress and flexible as sin when it slides over his aching clit and over his plump lips. It shapeshifts between wide and flat as if licks across his seam and narrow and stiff when it drives into his clenching entrance. It moves in frenzied movements— side to side and up and down and in and out until Loki is dizzy from it, his pussy utterly devoured all over, inside and out.

He gushes twice on that tongue before he can even catch his bearings and Aidan slurps it all up with enthusiasm. His third one has his legs trembling with sensitivity and he lifts up on his tip toes, trying to get some distance between his tingling pussy and that voracious, plundering tongue.

But Aidan isn’t so easily shaken off and he only follows him up, pressing even closer and lifting one of Loki’s legs to rest on his shoulder as he continues to sup. When Loki continues to squirm, the alpha finally decides he’s had enough.

“O-Oh!” Loki yelps as his alpha bodily lifts him above his head, the alpha’s head still ducked under his dress, his legs straddling either side of Aidan’s head as he stands up to his full height. “Ahh…nnngh…”

Loki’s thighs tense around his head, letting Aidan know he’s close so the alpha redoubles his efforts, grinding his nose against the little hooded bud and licking furiously between the plump lips until the omega cums with a little cry, squirting deliciously into his mouth as he sucks at the source. 

“N-No more!” the omega gasps but he’s trapped in Aidan’s grip a good few feet above the ground so the alpha ignores him.

Loki keens, gripping at his alpha’s hair as Aidan keeps his wet sex flush against his face, one of his palms supporting Loki’s ass and the other hand lifting his leg up to keep him spread wide, not letting him move a single inch. 

“Haah…A-Aidan…so deep…” Loki mewls and pushes at Aidan’s head as his alpha eventually buries his whole tongue inside his pussy, using the point of it to curl and dig at his g-spot. The feeling of that dexterous, slick muscle writhing within him makes Loki cum again, a mix of saliva and squirt juice drenching his alpha’s chin and dripping down to his collar. “Nnnngh…w-wait…ahhh…” 

Aidan pays him no mind, only hefts him a little to adjust, and continues to plunder him with his mouth, tongue swiping roughly at his sweet clit, bullying it out from its hood and then suckling on the naked, flushed, little nub first with his lips and then lashing at it with his tongue until Loki’s dainty bare toes are flexing and curling in pleasure as he cums yet again with a cry. Aidan inhales, breathing in the scent of Loki’s potent arousal and dives back in, his tongue sliding smoothly over slick, soft skin, the heat and taste of it divine on his palate.

When Aidan finally separates from his prize, a few strands of slick cling to his chin and cheeks before breaking when Aidan adjusts his grip to drop the omega’s hips down with Loki’s ankles still hooked over his shoulders, taking advantage of the omega’s flexibility to essentially fold him in half. Loki loops his arms around the alpha’s neck to keep his balance and also so he can kiss his alpha’s sticky lips, tasting himself. His alpha enthusiastically welcomes him, sliding his tongue inside the omega’s mouth to entangle their tongues in a wet kiss. 

“Haah…nnhhh…i-inside…?” Loki pants. In their current position, under the flimsy cover of Loki’s sundress, their crotches are pressed together, the heat of Loki’s core neatly aligned to the alpha's straining bulge, separated only by Aidan’s jeans. 

“Already want a cock inside you?” Aidan teases breathlessly. He lifts the omega up and down, rubbing the omega’s wet cunt against the rough fabric of his jeans and teasing his clit with the blunt edge of his belt buckle. Loki lets out little cries as his tender flesh is stimulated, squirting a little. Aidan keeps him there, forcing him to hump his sensitive clit against the buckle until Loki’s squealing through another orgasm. With his legs hooked over his alpha’s shoulders, Loki has no leverage to do anything but cling to his alpha’s neck as he’s teased to tears. “Beg for me, sweetheart. Beg alpha to ruin your little pussy with his fat cock.”

“P-Please…”

Aidan digs the edge of his buckle against Loki’s delicate clit again and delights in the little answering splash of wetness he can feel on his pants and Loki’s orgasm-stupid expression. “Please what?” 

“P-Please…a-ahh…please ruin m-my little pussy…with your…nnngh…f-fat cock…”

Aidan huffs a laugh and hefts him, keeping his bottom securely supported with one arm and freeing the other to unzip his pants and free his cock before re-hefting him in both arms. 

“As my love wishes,” Aidan murmurs, lining them up and sliding home into the warm embrace of his mate’s body. He keeps his eyes fixed on the omega’s face as he does so, searing the image of his mate’s blissed out face into his brain; his fluttering lashes, his red mouth parted on an ‘o’, the pretty flush across his cheekbones. When he sees the omega beginning to relax again, Aidan begins to move, using his grip on Loki’s bottom to pull Loki on and off his cock. 

“Nnngh…haaah…feels so good…inside me…” Their breaths mix between them as they pant, accompanied by the slap of skin on skin and the slick sounds of Loki’s wet cunt as it swallows Aidan’s shaft down to the hilt. 

“Such a hungry hole…” Aidan groans as he ruts into the heavenly wet heat with abandon. “So tight and hot…ahh…I just want to split you open, sweetheart.”

“Sh-Shut up…ahhh…” Loki’s head falls back on a moan, his eyes rolling back in his head as Aidan speeds up, plowing into his soft pink core and smacking the tender little clit between their bodies until Loki’s cumming with a cry. Aidan reaches his peak soon after, gripping the omega flush against him as he pumps Loki full, the omega making little hitching whimpers in his ear as he’s filled. “Nnnhh…”

“Such a sweet pussy,” Aidan says softly as he moves just a little to hear the squelch his cock makes as he sloshes their fluids together inside of Loki. “Does my cock feel good, sweetheart?”

“Mmm…” Inside him, Loki can feel Aidan’s cock throb, already filling back up, and he imagines the thick, gorgeous length of it and is immediately hit with the urge to have it throbbing and filling his throat. “I wanna suck it,” he says breathlessly. “Please?” 

Aidan’s eyes flash. “You want to suck me off? My cock is soaked with your pussy juice, sweetheart, you want to lick me clean?” 

Loki nods vigorously, more concerned with satisfying the urge to have something thick and heavy in his mouth as quickly as possible than anything his alpha is saying. Aidan smiles. “Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want.” 

The omega expects Aidan to let him down so he can get on his knees, but instead lets out a startled cry when the alpha only flips him sideways and then upside down. “Aid–an!” the omega breaks his name on a yelp as the alpha shoves his face back in between his thighs. Loki squirms as he feels broad hands squeezing at his ass and a thick tongue slide wetly in between his folds. “Alpha…”

Aidan doesn’t answer him, too busy slurping away at the cum and slick leaking from his just-fucked hole. Loki grits his teeth at a particularly enthusiastic suck and reaches for Aidan’s cock bobbing just in front of him, his other hand gripping the alpha’s thigh for support. The omega slips the first few inches of cock, all that he can reach, into his mouth, moaning at the heavy, sturdy weight of it, and suckles desperately at the head.

The alpha groans low into his pussy, the vibrations of it sending a shiver down Loki’s spine. The air is filled with the sound of slick, wet muscle against swollen, tender skin, interspersed with gasps and moans as they take their pleasure from each other. 

Loki slides off Aidan’s cock with a gasp when the alpha heaves him up to bring him even closer to his hungry mouth. “W-Wait…nngh!” A hot tongue slides dirtily over his clit and he can’t help but squirt a little. Loki reaches again for Aidan’s cock but at this higher height, he can only suck at the tip. “C-Can you…bring me lower?” the omega asks plaintively. “I can’t…r-reach–hnngh!” 

His alpha huffs a laugh against his flushed, puffy skin. “Give me one more squirt and I’ll lower you down.”  

The fucker was absolutely lying. Wishing his torso were longer, Loki grumbles and goes back to suckling on the thick head, a happy moan emerging at the hot, velvety feel of alpha cock against his tongue. The rest of the shaft pulses between his palms so he drags them up and down and runs his fingers over the heavy sack. He can feel when they draw up and tighten and he quickly seals his mouth over the head as far down as he can go, groaning happily when his mouth is flooded with thick alpha cum. 

He barely swallows down the last of it before he’s being flipped around again, his thighs resting on Aidan’s thick forearms as he’s hefted up until Aidan can crash their mouths together in a cum-sticky kiss that has Loki’s toes curling in the air. 

“Ready?” Aidan asks, his breath fanning over Loki’s lips, when they finally break apart.

Loki blinks the haze out of his eyes. “Ready?” the omega repeats blankly and then gasps when he feels the telltale pressure of Aidan’s cock at his cleft. “A-Already?”

His alpha doesn’t respond, or maybe the slick, creamy slide of Aidan’s cock back inside his pussy is answer enough. He’s so wet and open that it sinks in easily to the hilt. Loki gasps and cries out as the alpha begins to bounce him on his cock. 

Aidan laughs against his ear, his hips slapping rhythmically against Loki’s as he picks up the pace. His biceps feel like iron bands around Loki’s thighs, not a hint of exhaustion in his limbs as he hauls Loki up and down his cock while the omega clings to his neck. “What did you expect, sweetheart?”

*

“I don’t know how I’m gonna walk back,” Loki admits, his legs shaking as his alpha finally lets his feet touch the ground again. Beneath his skirt, he can feel thick trails of cum sliding down his inner thighs from where he’s leaking between them.

Aidan blinks, smiles, and then scoops him back up, the ease belying how long he’d held him up this entire time, and winks.

“These muscles aren’t just for show, remember?”

Chapter Text

“We’re here.” Luka kicked down the kickstand to park the motorcycle and then took off his helmet, running a hand through his hair to tame it somewhat. It was a bright spring day with lovely weather so Luka had suggested they go for a ride to the nearby mountain to see the blooming wildflowers. It’d been a short ride, only fifteen minutes, but Luka had enjoyed it immensely. What biker didn’t love having a smoking hot babe as their backpack, the heat of their body and their lovely breasts, encased in only a thin cotton bikini top, pressed against his back the whole time? 

Of course, it hadn’t been an uneventful ride. At the start, Loki had been in full brat mode - roaming his hands across the alpha’s torso and unsubtly trying to feel him up. Luka had allowed it, even reveled in it until Loki had made a pass below the belt and Luka was a great rider but not that great a rider so he quickly used a hand to lock Loki’s hands in place around his waist. As a little teasing warning, he’d also revved the engine a bit to startle the kitten, who immediately latched on tight.

“Kitten?” Luka asked when he realized Loki hadn't moved, not to take off his helmet or even to let go of his vice-like grip around Luka’s waist. In fact, he was trembling a little. “Everything okay? Were you really scared?”

The helmet clad head shook in a “no” before seemingly realizing that it could be misconstrued. “Not scared,” Loki said, but his voice was hoarse and weirdly raspy. “I’m…fine.”

Luka frowned and he twisted in the omega’s hold to quickly undo the omega’s helmet. “Okay, what’s going on? Let me look at you.” The omega’s face when it emerged from the helmet was flushed and sweaty but that was normal from having been stuck in a helmet for a while. He pressed a hand against the omega’s forehead and Loki finally let one hand off his waist to swat him away. “You’re a little hot but you’re not feverish…”

“I said I was fine,” the omega grumbled but he still didn't make a move to get off the bike. 

“You were shaking earlier,” Luka insisted. When the omega only averted his eyes, Luka made to get up only for Loki to bury his head in his back, tighten his grip on his waist, and mumble something unintelligible. “What? I can’t hear.”

“I c’m,” Loki mumbled again into his back. 

“Kitten, I really can’t hear.” 

Loki shifted but then squeaked when Luka made to break out of his hold. “Wait!” Luka waited, twitching with impatience until finally Loki groaned as he knocked his forehead against Luka’s back. “I…came.”

Luka stilled. “In your pants?” 

Loki didn’t answer but his fingers balled into little embarrassed fists around Luka’s waist and he could feel a little movement against his back like the omega had nodded. Luka’s pants were starting to feel way too tight and he picked his next words carefully.

“From the…motorcycle?”

Loki made an embarrassed whining sound. “It was—the motor was…vibrating…” The words got fainter and fainter as Loki burrowed deeper and deeper into his back and Luka swallowed heavily as he willed himself not to cum in his own pants at the sheer thought of Loki unable to handle the vibrations of his bike against his sensitive cunt.

After all, why cum to the thought when he had the real thing right here?

“Let me see?” he rasped through a dry mouth, his hands already moving to take off his riding gloves. 

Loki squirmed behind him, his bare thighs tightening where they were wrapped around Luka’s hips. “I…”

In one fluid motion, Luka took advantage of the omega’s loosened grip to slide off the motorcycle and —

There it was. Between Loki’s trembling legs was the evidence: a wet spot in the center of his Daisy Dukes. The wet fabric clung to the skin underneath, faintly outlining the omega’s bare mound because of course he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Luka felt saliva pool in his mouth at the thought of the twitching wet pussy just beyond the layer of fabric.

He hadn’t realized he’d almost put his nose right against it until he was stopped by a hand on his face and a flushed, embarrassed-annoyed Loki at the end of it. “Are you done?” he asked snippily. 

Luka smiled with malicious intent. “Not till I get a replay.”

Smoothly, he stood and re-mounted the bike, but this time behind Loki who he pushed forward with his bulk until the omega was wedged up against the neck of the bike. “What are you—ngh!” Luka had reached forward past him, arms caging the omega in, and turned the ignition back on. The bike purred between their legs and Loki turned betrayed eyes on his alpha, trying to lift his hips up from the bike so they weren’t touching. “You—“

“Let me see,” the alpha insisted. He grabbed the omega’s hips to shove him back down, then thought better of it. “No wait, take these off.” With deft fingers, he unzipped the omega’s shorts and made to pull them off his hips.

“You—stop it!” Loki tried to stop the alpha’s hands, but the alpha was determined and he was quickly manhandled into leaning back with his hips up so Luka could slide them off his legs, leaving him bare beneath. “F-Fuckk…haah…” Loki moaned as the alpha forced him down the second his pussy was uncovered, mashing his bare cunt against the leather of the seat. 

“Show me, show me,” the alpha chanted in his ear as Loki fought against the vibrating sensations of pleasure rolling through his pussy and up his spine. The weight of Luka’s bulk pressed him firmly down onto the seat and the second Luka leaned over him to rev the engine, it was game over.

The omega cried out as he came, gushing all over the leather seat as Luka murmured filth into his ear. The alpha was a solid line of heat and muscle at his back and his hips continuously rocked against him, the bulge of his clothed cock firmly pushing against his ass and each movement forcing the omega to grind his aching clit, still sensitive from his orgasm, against the seat.

“Fuck, kitten, do it again, I want the entire seat soaked— “ 

Loki bit out a curse as Luka revved the engine again, slumping against the bike as his orgasm shuddered through him, his pussy soaking the seat just like his alpha wanted, a fact that Luka so helpfully let him know while his hands casually found their way to his scantily-clad tits and squeezed them a little in his palms.

The pressure against his back lessened and Loki was finally given room to straighten up while Luka turned off the motor only for the alpha to say “Lean back against me, feet on the handlebars.”

Loki grumbled a bit, his limbs still shaky from aftershocks, but obeyed, toeing his shoes off before planting one bare foot on either handlebar and leaning back to rest his head against Luka’s shoulder, his alpha wrapping his arms securely around him but not before he took the time to push the flimsy cups of Loki’s bra to either side, baring his tits for his viewing pleasure. 

“Arms around my neck, kitten.”

Obediently, the omega reached up and back to wrap his arms around Luka’s neck. The position forced him to arch a little, pushing his pretty tits up. Luka made a little hum of approval and kissed the side of his head in thanks before one hand slid down his stomach to rest lightly at the omega’s entrance.

Loki let out a little moan as long fingers sank into his aching core with a wet noise. The slick noises his pussy made punctuated by the smack of Luka’s palm against his mound with each thrust had him flushing bright red even though there was no one to hear it but themselves. It didn’t help that he had nowhere to look but right where Luka’s fingers were disappearing inside him, emerging only to be swallowed up again in all that pinkness while his juices dripped down his inner thighs. The sight of it, paired with the pleasure emanating from that delicate, drippy place, made him want to close his thighs so he didn’t have to see how wanton he was…

Luka growled his displeasure and Loki quickly spread them again, trembling as a thumb brushed warningly over his clit, sending sparks skittering up his spine. 

“Keep your thighs open. Or else.”

“Else what?” Loki quipped mindlessly.

And then he remembered which of his alphas this was and froze. 

Fingers gripped his chin and turned his face towards his alpha who smirked at him, his eyes gleaming with promise. “Else every time you close your thighs will be an extra time you cum on my fingers rather than on my cock.”

Loki only had time to blink twice before he was released and the hand between his legs resumed working in earnest. He mewled and whimpered as his pussy was relentlessly invaded, and his walls stretched open, aided by the traitorous amount of slick easing the way. Luka crooked his fingers just so and oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck—  He came hard, clamping down on the fingers inside him, and writhed when Luka showed no signs of stopping even as Loki drenched his fingers up to the wrist. 

The omega moaned, his thighs trembling and twitching towards each other but they didn’t close. And really, Luka appreciated the effort, but what was the fun in making a sexual threat and being thwarted? Luka stroked the pad of his finger over Loki’s sweet spot and simultaneously stroked his thumb over Loki’s clit. 

The omega arched with a delicious cry, his legs slamming together as his body instinctively tried to protect his most intimate parts. Wetness splashed against his fingers from where they were pressed tightly between plush thighs and he grinned in triumph. 

“That’s one more on my fingers, kitten.”

Loki blankly blinked his teary eyes. “But I—nnngh!” Luka had already sunk his fingers back into the omega’s inviting warmth, savoring the feel of soft flesh squeezing around his fingers as he expertly brought the omega back up to his peak. While his hand was busy, he slid the other up the omega’s torso and gently rolled one pink nipple in between his thumbs.

Unable to withstand the two pronged assault, the omega came squirting all over his hand, his orgasm shaking his entire body. With Herculean effort, the omega had managed to keep his thighs spread, but Luka wasn’t having it. Without removing the fingers still pumping inside the clenching pussy, the alpha directly rubbed the omega’s clit with his thumb, applying relentless pressure until Loki was sobbing, his thighs clamping together to try to stop the overwhelming sensations. 

“N-No more…haah…alpha, please…”

“That’s one more orgasm on my fingers you owe me, kitten.”

“You cheated!”

Luka shrugged, infuriatingly nonchalant. “You didn’t keep your thighs open.” He eyed Loki’s indignant expression and grinned. “Well…I don’t mind giving you my cock now but you owe me. Deal?”

“…fine.”

“Lovely!” Loki shakily clambered off the bike to give Luka room to undress, but the alpha only unzipped his pants to pull himself out before stripping out of his shirt and tossing it to the side. His tattoos rippled and moved as he did so, the muscles beneath flexing and shifting with his movements. 

“Like what you see?” Luka grinned when he caught his omega ogling him. He spread his arms wide. “Look all you want, kitten. And when you’re done…” He took himself in hand and swiped a thumb over the pierced tip, laughing when Loki’s eyes followed the movement. “You can climb on up here.”

Without another word, Loki clambered back onto the bike and the alpha laughed at his eagerness but welcomed him onto his lap. 

“My impatient little mate,” he murmured fondly as Loki lowered himself onto his cock. “So greedy.”

“Sh-Shut up,” Loki snapped but the effect was ruined by the breathless moan that escaped him as every row of Luka’s Jacob’s ladder raked deliciously over his tender walls. Embarrassingly, he squirted before he even bottomed out, drenching his alpha’s jeans with his cum. His pussy throbbed and spasmed around the thick cock inside it, but he fought past it to impale himself on the last few inches. 

“So fucking hot,” Luka groaned, his hips involuntarily bucking as he was fully surrounded by hot, pulsing flesh. Loki’s pussy squeezed him deliciously and his thighs trembled where they rested on his own. The omega yelped at the movement and Luka grinned wolfishly. 

“You knew what to expect climbing up here,” he cooed as he thrust up, pushing his pubic piercing up against Loki’s clit. “You’ll take it like a good little kitten, won’t you?” His hands found Loki’s ass and he gripped two handfuls of it, kneading the flesh in his palms. 

“Nnnh…a-ahhh—“

Using the grip on Loki’s ass, he began to thrust up while pulling Loki down onto his cock. The omega gasped and moaned and whimpered as Luka pounded into him, twitching and squirming each time his piercing made contact with his clit. In front of his face, Loki’s tits bounced temptingly with each thrust and he happily gave into the urge to suck the nearest one into his waiting mouth, laving his tongue over the stiffened pink tip.

On his lap, the omega babbled and cursed as Luka expertly wrung pleasure from his body. He felt his whole body sizzle as Luka’s teeth scraped against his sensitive nipple and he came again when Luka hauled him down and forced him to grind his tender clit against the damned piercing. 

“A-Alpha…ohhhh….” He received a five second break before Luka resumed thrusting, his cock sliding easily in and out while cum and slick leaked from his pussy to drip down his thighs. Despite how wet he was, he could still feel every drag of metal over his walls and each one dragged him trembling and shaking back up to his peak, over and over again. 

“So fucking good,” his alpha moaned beneath him. He switched to Loki’s other breast and the omega whimpered at the twin sensations of a hot mouth on one breast while the slight breeze caressed and chilled the one still glistening with saliva. 

By the time Luka finally came, spilling thick and hot inside the omega while Loki twitched in his lap, both of Loki’s nipples were reddened and swollen from abuse, just the way Luka liked them. 

With his cock still inside and rapidly swelling back up, he pushed Loki back until he was lying back against the neck of the bike, adjusting them and leaning forward so that Loki’s calves rested against his shoulders.

“Hands on the handlebars, kitten. You’re going to need to hold on tight.”

Swallowing, Loki reached for them with shaking hands. He’d barely gotten a grip before Luka was pounding into him again. Pushed up against the bike with nowhere to go, Loki could only meekly accept the brutal pace. Despite knowing he shouldn’t look, his eyes couldn’t help but be drawn again to where Luka was disappearing inside his swollen, flushed cunt. The metal caught the light and gleamed with more and more wetness each time he pulled out and then slammed back in. The bike beneath him shook and rocked with the force of Luka’s thrusts. 

“N-Not so hard…nngh…”

“But I wanna watch your tits bounce,” Luka said and the gaze he was levelling at Loki’s heaving chest was lecherous indeed. He almost wanted to hide his chest from it but his hands were occupied so he could only let his pervert alpha look his fill. And if he looked too long, he would inevitably—

“Ahhh…nnhhh…”

Almost on cue, Luka’s mouth descended again on his tits, his hand gripping the flesh to hold it in place for his tongue to slide messily over the abused nipple.

His other hand sneaked between their bodies to spread the hood of Loki’s clit wide open so that on each thrust, his piercing could unerringly press up against its guarded treasure.

With so many sensations crashing over his body, all relentlessly drilling into his brain’s pleasure center, Loki broke. Orgasms blended together or maybe they just followed one after the other in an endless parade. Tears dripped from his eyes and he begged and babbled mindlessly for his alpha, for more, for mercy. 

Luka broke away from his nipple and leaned down so that their chests were pressed together and the sensitive tips of his breasts dragged against his firm chest with each rocking movement. It also put his lips right at Loki’s ear so he could groan his pleasure while continuing to whisper filth into Loki’s ears.

“You feel so fucking good, kitten, drenching my cock in your juices.”

“This cunt of yours could fell gods, darling, it’s perfection.”

“Next time, we’ll do this in the garage with all our cameras set up. You’re so gorgeous like this I want to see it from every angle.”

“Next time you misbehave, we can just tie you up on here with the motor running as punishment. Would you like that? I could watch you cumming on my bike for hours but if I get bored I’ll just go fondle your tits or suck your nipples while you’re tied up.”

“S-Stop…no m-more…” Loki begged. “Stop t-talking…”

Luka laughed. “Liar. I can feel you clenching every time.”

The alpha came inside him twice more before he finally slid out. Loki lay where he was; his legs felt like jelly and he could feel their mixed cum and slick oozing onto the seat from between his thighs. He’d be embarrassed if he wasn’t so tired and he'd be apologetic about ruining the seat if he couldn’t see the way Luka was staring down at where he was leaking with a smug, satisfied expression. Bastard. Loki would make him clean it up before they sat back on it for the ride home. 

Luka pushed back his hair, damp with sweat, and even sticking up, it still looked annoyingly good. “Shall we go see the flowers now?” 

Oh right, that had been the point of this trip. To see flowers, not to get fucked silly on a motorcycle. Loki wordlessly lifted his arms up and his alpha obliged, easily lifting him up and off the motorcycle. Their clothes were scattered over the grass where Luka had tossed them, but the alpha paid them no mind, carrying his practically naked omega the short distance to where the wildflowers were blooming en masse and then sitting down with Loki in his lap so that his bare bottom wasn’t touching the ground although the grass tickled at his bare feet. 

“It’s pretty,” Loki sighed against his alpha’s chest. Luka’s skin was hot and sticky from sweat against his cheek, but he still smelled amazing and he resisted the urge to burrow until he realized his alpha wouldn’t care and then he burrowed a teeny bit, inhaling deeply.

“You’re not even looking,” his alpha teased him and Loki huffed before turning his head again to do just that. Luka dropped his chin to rest it against Loki’s hair and they sat for a while, quietly admiring the lovely view. 

*

“...really? You already had your fill!” 

Luka blinked innocent eyes at him. “But you wore this skimpy thing for a reason right? So that I could suck your tits? You can’t tell me you wore this and no underwear so that we could just go look at flowers.” 

Well…he had anticipated horny happenings during this outing and dressed accordingly but–

“Please, kitten? Just for a little bit. Promise.”

Luka kept his gaze wide and pleading and soon enough, his lovely kitten caved like he knew he would and he happily put his mouth to work.

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“We have quite a few to test today so just be prepared,” Damien said as he smoothed a hand over Loki’s bare inner thigh. 

Loki looked at him warily from where Damien had him strapped inside the modified gyno chair that was Ryder’s anniversary gift to them. It was Damien’s favorite piece of equipment in the playroom and Loki was resplendent in his throne, his legs spread wide by the stirrups and his pussy pretty and pink and glistening between his parted thighs. He was hoping for a rather long session today so he had the omega’s wrists strapped to the armrests rather than above his head. 

“Are you ready?” Damien asked and Loki squirmed a bit in his restraints before nodding. Damien smiled and leaned down, his face inches from Loki’s cunt which clenched and contracted in anticipation at the proximity. “Let’s get you nice and wet first, hm?” 

Loki trembled as Damien started with a nice, slow lap across his pussy. The alpha groaned as he tasted the omega, sliding his tongue inside the folds to play with the fluttering hole within. Slick was beginning to leak from it and Damien slurped it up and wiggled his tongue inside his hole to widen it. By the time he was done with Loki, he wanted this hole wide and gaping and squirting like a waterfall at the slightest touch. But for now, it was just preparation.

Switching to lapping at the omega’s clit, he slid two fingers inside the omega’s cunt, scissoring them to stretch him out. Loki moaned softly in the chair, his fingers clenching and relaxing in the restraints as he watched Damien working between his legs. Damien diligently fingered the omega at a slow pace, wanting this first orgasm to wash over Loki like a gentle wave. He teased the omega’s clit which slowly stiffened up beneath his tongue and stroked at the omega’s inner walls until Loki tensed and then came on his fingers, juice dripping over his fingers and down his wrist. 

“Good, omega,” Damien said, voice pitched low and soothing. “Very good.” 

At the praise, Loki flushed. His thighs were still twitching from his orgasm but his limbs remained loose and limp in the restraints, not yet too overstimulated. But that would all change soon. 

“First up,” he said, pulling the box he had prepared closer towards him. He selected a small bullet vibrator attached to a long string of pearls and presented it to Loki. “Pretty, isn’t it? These,” he stroked a finger down the pearls, “go inside you. With your hungry little pussy, you can take them all, don’t you think?” 

With that, he rolled the vibrator against Loki’s soaked cunt to coat it in slick and then fed it inside the hole with careful fingers before turning it on with a separate remote. The omega leaned his head back and moaned as the buzzing started up inside him, the vibrations reverberating around his inner walls where it nestled just inside. 

“Just a little deeper in, hm?” Damien murmured, as he pushed the vibrator deeper in with his long fingers. “And these too.” Slowly, one by one, he pushed the pearls between Loki’s lips and into his hole where they were swallowed up in the tender pink flesh. 

“N-No more…it’s…I’m full,” Loki whimpered after half of the string had disappeared inside him. The smooth pearls pushed against the walls of his pussy and one was lodged right up against his g-spot, stimulating it with each buzz of the vibrator. Damien hummed and pressed another one in. “Nnngh!” That pearl pushed the other pearl even harder against his g-spot and Loki came squirting, liquid dripping from between his legs as his eyes rolled back in his head. His pussy convulsed, throbbing around the pearls and jostling them ever so slightly as his muscles contracted. 

“There’s still a few more,” Damien said. “I think you can take it.” Loki squirmed in his restraints but Damien was unrelenting, forcing pearl after pearl inside his helpless little hole until the very last one rested just at the opening. 

“Look at that, princess.” Damien flicked the last pearl, uncaring of the way it made the omega tense and clench as the pearls moved slightly inside him. His pussy felt stuffed full and the vibrations from the vibrator traveled along the string, making every pearl nestled in his walls buzz and rub together until it felt like his brain was melting from all the sensations coming from between his legs. 

“Nnngh…” Loki gasped. “N-No more…o-out…”

Damien’s lips stretched in a smirk. “Out, you say?” Loki’s breath hitched at the alpha’s expression, which could only mean that had been the wrong thing to say. “As you wish, princess.” 

“Ahhh!” Loki jerked in his restraints as Damien pinched the last pearl and began to pull the pearls out one by one. Each pearl caught at his entrance and then was tugged past it, stretching and stimulating his hole each time. The pearls glistened in Damien’s hand as they emerged, soaked in slick and cum and warm with residual body heat. “Nnngh– haaa..” Loki couldn’t help but cum again as Damien pulled a sizable train of them out in one pull, the sensation multiplying as multiple pearls rubbed against his fluttering hole, aided by the flow of cum that accompanied them out of Loki’s clenching cunt. 

“Oh, you came,” Damien mused. “Shall I put them back?”

“No– no!” Loki wailed pitifully as Damien began the painstaking task of pushing the pearls back inside his quivering hole, although this time he would only push in about five or six before pulling them back out in a rush of slick and cum. 

“Good thing I set up the camera,” Damien said reverently, petting gently over the flushed, swollen lips and staring directly at where the string of pearls disappeared inside the omega’s lewd cunt. “Look how gorgeous your pussy is just like this.” With his other hand, he reached back inside the box. “But we can’t forget your pretty clit, either, hm?” 

What he pulled out of the box had Loki tensing in his restraints, his fingers clenching on the armrests. “W-Wait…”

“This one is similar to one of your favorites,” Damien said. “A little thinner, but we’ll see which one you like best.” Loki wanted to curse when he saw it: a clitoral vibrator with a long, thin tip, specially designed to slide inside the clitoral hood to find and stimulate even a clit still hidden inside. 

“No, no, no, no– nngh!” Loki arched as much as the restraints allowed but Damien was unphased, pinning his pelvis to the chair with the hand still holding the string of pearls and using his fingers to spread Loki’s clitoral hood open so that his clit was exposed, tight and red like a rosebud. “Fuck!” The omega cried out as Damien touched the buzzing tip of the vibrator against the swollen nub. The omega continued to wail as he squirted almost immediately, gushing from his pussy to drench the seat and drip down to the floor. Still, Damien kept the vibrator pressed to his clit even as Loki thrashed and sobbed. 

Flood after flood of watery cum spilled down the chair as Loki came endlessly, all rational thought melting away as the vibrator still nestled in his pussy buzzed merrily away and his clit sent pulse after pulse of white hot pleasure straight into his brain. 

“C-Cumming…ffff….g-guhhh…nnnghh…” Loki babbled mindlessly, drool slipping past his lips to trail down his chin and neck. “Al…pha…can’t…fuhhhh…”

Damien finally removed the clit vibe when his orgasms finally began to wane in volume and frequency. Loki’s body slumped against the chair, breathing raggedly as he tried to recover. Compared to his clit, the vibrator still inside him was barely a blip although he still tensed and shuddered as it was finally removed along with the rest of the pearls. 

“You came quite a few times,” Damien noted. “We’ll have to play with these again sometime.” 

Loki didn’t even have the energy to respond and only panted as he stared at Damien through blurry, teary eyes. The alpha hummed and set the used toys aside before reaching back into the box. 

“Shall I give you a little break with the next one?” Damien asked rhetorically as he took out a series of thin gold chains. “This one’s not a toy, but I couldn’t help buying it. I thought it would look gorgeous on you.” The longest of the chains formed a looped necklace that Damien slid over his head. Attached to the loop were two shorter chains that also ended in two small loops that hung between his breasts. “You need a little bit of help before you can wear it properly, princess.” His hands came to cup at Loki’s tits and then his fingers began to pinch and knead at Loki’s nipples. “We need to get these all nice and hard.” 

Loki whimpered as his nipples turned tight and hard between Damien’s fingers, ending in a mewl when Damien leaned forward to lick at them until they were glistening wet with saliva. When he was satisfied, he pinched one between his fingers and then slid the tiny loop of one of the chains over the hard nub like its own little necklace. He did the same with the other and then he leaned back to inspect his work. “I knew it would look beautiful on you, darling.” Loki shivered under his heated gaze, his tits rising and falling with each breath he took. The little gold chains wrapped around his nipples seemed to tighten and loosen with each heave as his chest expanded and contracted and the slight pressure kept the pink buds stimulated and hard. 

“Alright, shall we move on?” Damien asked, reaching for the box again. “This one I don’t think we’ll be using very much, but I thought we could give it a try anyways.” He emerged with a light pink item that had a thinner flattened protruding bit coming out of it. The alpha turned it on and it began to buzz, the little protruding bit moving so fast that it blurred. “It’s supposed to mimic a tongue.” 

He held it against Loki’s pussy and the omega tensed in anticipation only to relax slightly when the fake tongue only flapped lightly against his sex, barely able to push apart his chubby lips. Damien manually spread them apart with his fingers, bringing the toy closer so that the fake tongue moved over his soaked folds and clit which made Loki’s breath hitch and shudder, but the resulting orgasm was weak and pitiful compared to the previous. After only a minute, Damien turned it off and put it aside. “As expected,” he sighed. “Nothing can really compare to a real tongue inside you, hm?” He patted Loki’s thigh. “If it really did work too well, Aidan would probably smash it to pieces as soon as he could.” Loki giggled tiredly at the thought and Damien grinned. 

“I think you’ll really like this next one,” the alpha said as he reached into the box. He laughed a little to himself. “Well, I’ll really enjoy it.” 

Any bit of relaxation he might have felt from the pitiful attempts of the last toy immediately vanished when Loki saw the heavy duty, thick, black wand massager clutched in Damien’s grip.  Damien flicked it on and it immediately began buzzing although it seemed quieter than the one they already owned. Loki licked his lips anxiously. Hopefully, that meant this one wasn’t as strong. 

“Ready?” Damien barely gave Loki any time to respond before he was pressing the wandhead directly against his pussy and any inkling or suspicion that this wand wasn’t as strong was immediately banished to the far reaches of space along with his brain. In fact, this wand was even stronger .  

“Sh…fuck!” Loki’s hips tried to lift up and away from the wand but with his legs still trapped in the stirrups, it was pathetically easy for Damien to follow him, leaving him no room to escape the mind-numbing pleasure that rocketed through his nerves and slammed into his skull. Each time he squirmed, the chains would slide and rub against his sensitive nipples. His puffy lips, already slightly gaping from the pearls to expose the tender pink folds, were forced further apart by the wand so that it rested directly against his most sensitive flesh and that was his undoing. Only a few seconds passed before he was cumming and cumming and cumming . His eyes rolled back in his head as liquid came flooding out from his pussy and falling to the floor in a showering rain. The omega’s hips twitched and jerked as he thrashed wildly in his restraints but the wand was inexorable, his oversensitive cunt helpless and exposed. 

And yet, it could get worse, because Damien began to roughly move the wand back and forth along his folds and tilted the head to press it against his clit. Loki sobbed as he came again, his head knocking back against the chair as his legs shook. When the flood of cum began to peter out, Loki hoped that it would end, but Damien only waited patiently and eventually Loki wailed as his exhausted body was forced into cumming again, squirt juice spilling from his sopping cunt to join the large puddle on the floor. The alpha chuckled low in his throat, moving the wand head slightly each time he felt the spray had lessened, and was rewarded with another and another and another . His pretty princess was truly made to be bullied; his delicate pussy the key to a whole ocean that gave and gave and gave.  

“Give me one more?” he cooed at his exhausted, bullied omega who looked at him with pitiful, teary eyes. “Not that you have much of a choice,” Damien amended, his lips naturally forming a smirk as he pressed the wand even harder against the omega’s swollen clit to obtain another spray of cum before moving it back down to slide it against the omega’s cum-soaked folds.

When he finally decided it was enough, Loki was sunk deep in subspace, his eyes hazy and unfocused and his red lips parted with a string of drool leaking from the side as he sat in a pool of his own making, an even larger pool on the floor beneath him. Damien stroked the omega’s sweat-damp cheek, the omega smiling dopily at him on some instinct that recognized his mate. 

“Such a good omega for me,” Damien praised, pressing a chaste kiss against the omega’s forehead. “Just one more to go, princess.” 

The last item remaining in the box was a thick and wickedly ribbed vibrating dildo. Damien turned it on before rubbing the buzzing length of it along the omega’s drenched pussy to wet it thoroughly and then set it against the omega’s entrance before pushing it in slowly. It went in easy as butter, the battered pussy now trained out of any resistance to things being inserted inside.

Loki moaned, loud and high-pitched as it sank smoothly into his depths, the thick base of it stretching the omega’s hole obscenely wide. 

“How does it feel, princess?” Damien asked as he began to slowly thrust it in and out. The omega was too out of it to respond in words but Damien could read from the jerking of the omega’s thighs and the hitching breaths that escaped his lips that it felt good. Each thick rib was probably dragging deliciously against his slick, tender walls and the dildo was curved so that the head could rub over the g-spot each time it was slid in and out. It must’ve felt better than he thought because the omega suddenly came without any touching of his clit, his thighs shaking and a long moan falling from his lips to match the spill of cum that accompanied the dildo sliding out. “It feels that good, hm?” Damien murmured. “Should I go a little faster?” 

He began thrusting it faster but in shorter movements and the omega arched with a cry, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling as his body squirted again. Damien pressed his other hand to Loki’s mound, looking for where the head of the dildo must be hitting his g-spot. When he found it, he held the dildo in place and applied pressure from above, wanting the buzzing head to be firmly pressed against that sensitive spot. That had Loki thrashing in his restraints as he came again, panicked moans falling from his lips which shaped the word “alpha” but couldn’t speak it out. 

It would be fun to use this again when Loki had more of a mind to beg, Damien thought as he thrusted it in a few more times before sliding it out in a gush of cum. “This one we’ll have to try again when you’re a little more present, I think.” 

The alpha set the dildo aside and inspected the results of their testing session. Between his legs, the omega’s cunt gaped open, his folds peeking out between the lips and spread open slightly to show a glimpse of the equally gaping hole in between, still shining with slick and cum. All it was missing to form the perfect slutty picture was some alpha cum. 

“So gorgeous,” Damien whispered as he leaned forward. His hands fumbled with his pants as he dragged his tongue across the wrecked cunt. Even the soft touch of his tongue was too much for it, the omega’s hips instinctively flinching away from him. But the restraints were still in place and Damien was not to be denied. The flushed pussy spasmed and quivered under his tongue, oversensitive and even more tempting because of it. The omega helplessly came again and Damien drank it all in, his tongue relentlessly seeking out the tender, sensitive flesh inside while his lips mouthed at the plump lips and pushed up against his clit until he came again. The next gush was so plentiful even he could drink it all in and the excess dripped down his chin and throat. When he finally deigned to pull back, the pussy gleamed, pink and wet and gorgeous, Loki’s clit looking red and swollen from abuse. He didn’t bother to wipe his lips, just licked at them to savor another taste of his omega’s release.

He turned his wrist up and used four fingers to gently stroke up along the soft flesh, flicking lightly at his clit with his fingertips and Loki’s hips flexed and arched in the seat as he immediately came, liquid pouring from his cunt to pool on the seat. The omega whined as he kept trying to close his legs but couldn’t, his thighs straining against their bonds. He sat dazed and twitching in a pool of his own cum, his head still floating in the clouds even as his body was mercilessly played with. 

Damien stroked it again just to see the pussy cum again like clockwork, all resistance stripped from it until it was nothing but a quivering mass of flesh that came at the slightest touch. He sank two fingers inside the open, wet entrance, curled his fingers to stroke lightly at the inner walls, and then abruptly pulled them out. Loki came again, wetness splashing out as his pussy flexed open and then clenched on nothing, his hips bucking at the phantom stimulation he could still feel. The omega whined, overstimulated and hypersensitive yet desperate for more. Just the way Damien wanted him.

He’d already cum once in his pants, but that had been a while ago so when his cock was finally released from his pants, it was swollen and red from how long he’d left it untouched and he hissed as he stroked it with a hand to lube it with the remnants of his first release and slick swiped from Loki’s drenched seat. 

“You’ll be good for me, mm?” he cooed as he pushed his cock inside the omega’s dripping cunt. The omega moaned, pulling at his restraints again in oversensitivity as he was pried open again, but Damien only pushed in deeper, knowing Loki had no choice but to take him inside his body where Damien belonged. 

“Such a good pussy,” Damien breathed once he was all the way inside the omega’s trembling body. “I’m gonna move, princess, just take it all, okay?” He began to rut, first shallowly and slowly, and then increasing in speed and ferocity until he was smacking their hips together at a brutal pace. Every other slide out was accompanied by a waterfall that soaked his dick and ran down his thighs. Damien reveled in it, plundering the omega’s sensitive pussy with even more fervor.

The omega whined and wailed. His legs continuously flexed and tensed in the stirrups with the urge to close and protect his delicate sex but even without the restraints, Damien wouldn’t have let any obstacle block him from burying himself inside that slippery, soft cunt with the desperation of a sinner chasing salvation. Liquid dripped from Damien’s cock as he pulled out only to shove right back in in search of his own orgasm which was simmering just under his skin. The omega’s walls throbbed around him as aftershocks rippled through his cunt. 

“I know you just came already,” Damien panted as he fucked his hips forward. “But I want you to cum one last time with me, okay princess?” Still out of it, Loki gave no response other than a guttural moan. When he felt the telltale signs of orgasm rising within him, he trailed his fingers down to the omega’s vulnerable clit and pressed down cruelly with his thumb. A desperate noise ripped from Loki’s throat at the contact, his pussy tightening like a vice around the alpha’s cock as they both came, Damien spilling deep inside the omega with a low groan, Loki twitching around him as he was filled. 

“Beautiful,” Damien breathed when he saw his final masterpiece. Loki laid limply in the chair, oblivious to the way Damien gazed upon his exquisitely ruined pussy, a thick trail of alpha cum oozing out right before his eyes. He flicked a glance at the nearest camera’s viewfinder, satisfied at the view it captured although it paled in comparison to the actual thing. 

He untied the omega and removed the jewelry around his nipples but left his legs in the stirrups, Loki staring blankly at the ceiling with a vacant smile on his face as he stayed under. Damien pressed a kiss to his damp cheek, murmuring a I’ll be right back, princess, just think happy thoughts before pulling away. Loki mumbled an unintelligible response and Damien quickly left to retrieve a damp cloth to clean him up, making sure the touch of the cloth was light and gentle anywhere the omega was too sensitive. A glass of water with electrolytes shaken in and a straw were pressed to the omega’s lips. Damien waited patiently for Loki to finish the whole thing, then eased the omega out of the chair when he was done, wrapping him up in a fluffy blanket before laying him down in their bedroom to wait for him to resurface. 

*

Loki resurfaced in increments, becoming increasingly aware of his surroundings as he drifted in the space between. While he didn’t yet have the awareness to be able to turn his head, he could feel the warmth of a body beside him and felt reassured that Damien was at his side. Lips pressed gently against the side of his head and Loki smiled vacantly at the touch. He let himself drift, lazily and naturally without any thought of rushing or panic. He would resurface when he resurfaced and Damien would be waiting right beside him the whole time. 

A few levels from the surface, he discovered the ability to turn his head and he did so, immediately locking eyes with Damien who smiled at him. “Not quite up yet, I see,” the alpha murmured mostly to himself as his hand came up to stroke at his cheek. Loki couldn’t yet respond so he just blinked slowly at Damien. “Just wanted to see me?” Damien asked and if Loki could nod, he would, but he couldn’t so he just stared. Damien didn’t seem to mind, only looking back at him, so pretty that Loki could stare at him forever. 

A long time later, when he finally found himself fully back in his body, he licked his lips. “So,” he said in a wrecked voice. “Which ones were my favorite?” 

Damien laughed and flicked his nose. “I’ll show you next time.” 

Chapter Text

It had been a very long time since Ryder had brought a plus one to one of these events and his business colleagues and admirers alike (of course, many of these also overlapped) were eager to see who he’d brought. 

Loki squirmed beneath the various gazes he could feel from all angles as they entered the grand ballroom of the fancy hotel that was hosting Ryder’s company event. Ryder used his left arm, tucked around Loki’s, to pull him closer into his side.

“Nervous?” 

“Mm…” Loki leaned against his mate, his eyes darting around the place. Never in his life would he have imagined ever stepping foot somewhere this grand. Even dressed in a lovely gown that Ryder had picked out for him, he felt ill-equipped and terribly out of place among all these fancy, rich people. “It’s…”

“Hm?” 

“I feel like I don’t belong here,” Loki mumbled, eyes lowering to stare at his feet. “This kind of fancy hotel… It’s– maybe you should’ve brought someone else. Everyone’s staring.” 

Ryder immediately stopped, frowned, drew Loki into him, and cupped Loki’s cheek with his other hand, their eyes locking. 

“You belong here, by my side,” he said, trying to convey his intent through his eyes as well as through his words. He wanted it drilled into Loki’s head, cemented into his brain until he never forgot it. “Whether that’s at this fancy hotel in public or at home in private, if you’re by my side, you’re right where you’re supposed to be. And damn everyone else. Understand?” 

Loki stared at him with big, blue eyes that eventually softened until he managed to muster a small smile. “Okay,” he said quietly, nodding once in reassurance before Ryder was satisfied enough to let him go. 

“Good, come.” The enigma led him further into the ballroom, but it wasn’t long before people were converging upon them to speak with Ryder. 

Loki clutched at Ryder’s arm, using it almost like a shield as he nodded shyly as greetings were exchanged.

“Ah, and what lovely omega has the pleasure of being on your arm today?”

Ryder smiled and looked at Loki, gaze warm. “It’s my pleasure actually, having my mate on my arm.” Loki flushed at the pride in Ryder’s deep voice. “This is Loki.”

“Mate?” someone asked. “Not date?” Someone hurriedly shushed him but Ryder didn’t appear phased. 

“My mate,” he confirmed. “My only.”

Loki blushed and shifted to grip Ryder’s arm more firmly, resisting the urge to hide behind it even though he couldn’t quite help tucking himself a bit closer into Ryder’s side as strangers eyed him up and down. Not wanting to see whatever judgment might be lurking in their eyes, he decided to look up instead and found Ryder looking at him, expression soft and so handsome that he took Loki’s breath away each time he realized this man was unbelievably somehow his.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Loki.” A chorus of polite greetings followed and Loki stammered his own small greetings.

Conversation flowed rapidly after that, most of it going over Loki’s head as they discussed everything from business to politics to the goings ons of who’s who in high society. While he would have loved to tune out entirely, Loki kept an attentive eye on his enigma. He was, after all, holding one of Ryder’s arms hostage so he needed to be aware and let go if Ryder needed it for something. For his part, Ryder made no move to extract his arm from Loki’s grip, easily shaking hands and gesturing with only his right. And well, if Ryder didn’t need it, Loki liked holding Ryder’s arm. It was like a safety stuffed animal but warm and connected to a big, strong enigma. 

Suddenly, a sultry voice rang through the crowd.

“Ah, Ryder, cheri. Long time no see.”

“Elena,” Ryder greeted coolly as a gorgeous woman joined their circle. Gems glittered in her ears and around her neck, a large jewel nestling prettily in the valley of her ample cleavage, made more obvious by the low neckline of her tight dress. In her manicured hands she held two glasses of wine. Suddenly, everyone else was making polite excuses and backing away, leaving just the three of them. 

Her eyes swept over Loki and she sniffed dismissively. “You’ve gotten yourself a rather clingy one.” Her rich voice, slightly accented, was politely neutral but each word felt pointy and barbed.

Loki made to let go but Ryder put his right hand over his to stop him before he could. 

“I quite enjoy him clinging actually.” Loki looked up just in time to see Ryder grin and wink at him before tucking him closer against his side. His smile shrunk into something distantly polite as he turned back to face her. 

“Oh, really?” Elena stepped forward and trailed a hand suggestively down Ryder’s chest. Her voice lowered to a purr. “I didn’t take you for the touchy-feely type, but I’m happy to hear it.” Loki tightened his grip on Ryder’s arm, tamping down on the urge to hiss at her like his lizard brain wanted. 

“Depends on the person,” Ryder said coolly, shifting slightly so that her hand fell away. Yes, Loki’s lizard brain hissed triumphantly. Take that! Begone!

Elena took it in stride, her red lips never faltering. When she spoke, her tone was back to airy. “Always playing hard to get, cheri, but it’s a part of your charm.”

Ryder only looked at her without answering, eyes placid and mouth politely neutral.

“Well, to seeing more of each other,” she said after a beat. Her voice turned low and husky again. “Maybe even tonight.” She clinked the glasses in her hand together and then offered one to Ryder.

Ryder made no move to take it but something in Loki's lizard brain snapped and he snatched the glass and downed it before handing it back to her. 

Both of them stared at him, stunned. Her stare quickly turned into an incredulous glare. “You—“

“Thanks,” he said pointedly and then to Ryder. “I think I saw someone over there that wants to talk to you.”

It was a blatantly transparent lie, but Ryder only chuckled and followed as Loki dragged him away to the other side of the room, away from gorgeous pesky omegas trying to steal his man. 

By the time he’d pulled them far enough away though, his bold lizard brain had retreated, leaving Loki quite ashamed at his own audacity. Jesus, what if she had been a super important business contact? And he had just—

“I…” He pursed his lips, the familiar feeling of anxiety and oh shit did I just fuck up crawling up his chest to lodge in his throat. He managed to drag up the courage to look up at Ryder albeit through the shield of his lashes. “I’m so sorry. Is…is she important? Shit, I—”

“Not at all.” Ryder smiled as he thumbed the omega’s cheek. Loki let out a relieved breath, his chest easing. “In fact, I quite liked your little display.” His smile turned teasing. “My jealous little wife.”

Loki spluttered. “I’m not your wife!”

“Just a matter of time,” Ryder said simply and Loki flushed. 

“You–that’s–I mean…”

Ryder’s smile only widened when Loki only grumbled but didn't contradict him. 

In the background, a waltz began to play with a few couples standing to join the dance floor. Ryder turned to Loki. “Shall we dance?”

Loki glanced dubiously at the dance floor and then back at him. “I don’t…know how.” 

“Anyone can dance as long as you have a good partner to lead you.” Ryder leaned in, their mouths inches away from each other. Loki froze in anticipation, his eyes narrowing down to Ryder’s lips before flicking up to meet his eyes. Ryder smirked. “And I’m a fantastic partner.” With that, he dropped a chaste kiss on Loki’s lips. “Say yes?”

Loki blamed the effect of Ryder’s sultry, smooth voice and how lightheaded it made him when he meekly agreed and let himself be led to the dance floor. Ryder bowed, extending a hand. “May I have this dance?” 

When Loki took it, he used it to bring Loki towards him and into position, their joined hands extended to the side and Ryder’s arm on his waist. Loki placed his hand on Ryder’s shoulder like he’d seen in the movies and Ryder smiled at him, pleased. “Very good, Loki.” The omega flushed at the praise, eyelashes fluttering rapidly as he tried to hide it. 

“Follow my lead,” Ryder murmured and then they were moving. Loki was tempted to look down at his feet to avoid stepping on Ryder’s toes, but found that he didn’t need to. Even without knowing the proper steps, it was easy enough to follow Ryder’s lead and shift forward and side and back with just the direction of Ryder’s guiding touch to his waist. 

Slowly, Loki relaxed into the music, trusting Ryder to move him as he needed, and even managed a spin into a dip that had Loki amazed at himself and even more amazed at Ryder’s delighted expression. 

“You’re amazing,” Ryder said as if he’d read his mind, voice rich and lovely with warmth. “You dance wonderfully, my sweet.” 

“I-It’s because of you,” Loki said as they began to sway again. He was sure there were eyes following them as there always were whenever Ryder was in the vicinity but he could barely register them, the intensity of Ryder’s sole attention drowning them out so completely he could scarcely believe they weren’t alone in the universe. “I’m just following your lead.”

Ryder’s eyes were molten as he spun Loki towards him and then away. “And you follow so wonderfully.” He brought them closer together, his lips brushing Loki’s ear and his timbre like chocolate in his ears. “It delights me.”

Loki’s flush came roaring back and he almost lost his footing, but Ryder skillfully maneuvered him into another step as if it were all planned. Maybe he did plan it, a voice whispered in the back of his head, he always just knows what you need…  

The music came to an end all too soon, leaving Loki staring up at the enigma as they came to a stop, the other couples all exiting as well. Ryder smiled and looped their arms together again. “Shall we try and grab some food?”

“Mm,” Loki agreed, feeling like he would be up for anything Ryder asked for at that moment. They made their way over towards where the refreshments were set up, but halfway there, were stopped by another couple.

“Ryder! So nice to see you.” 

Ryder inclined his head. “George,” he greeted. “Likewise. And this must be…”

“My wife and mate, Linda.” The lovely-looking woman on his arm smiled with a small dip of her head. George turned to Loki, his face kind and open. “And I see a new face by your side.” 

“Loki, my mate.” Loki shuffled forward from where he’d subconsciously retreated a little behind the safety of Ryder’s arm at their approach, dipped his head, and uttered a soft nice to meet you.

“A pleasure! Always so lovely when the youngsters find their mate. I remember when–”

The conversation was pleasant and Loki had even begun to feel comfortable saying a few sentences every so often. Distracted by the talking, it wasn’t until he was starting to sweat under his dress that Loki had the sudden realization that he was feeling very, very hot.  

Loki tried to ignore it, but as time passed, the heat only intensified. It was like a constant buzzing under his skin which was starting to feel tight and uncomfortable and he had the strangest urge to get out of his dress as soon as possible. It wasn’t the room, since the others didn’t seem to notice. Maybe it was a stress response from nervousness? He subtly let out slow breaths to try and relax himself. 

“Are you feeling alright, dear?” Linda asked suddenly, jolting Loki out of his thoughts. Her voice was kind, her eyes even moreso. “You’re looking a bit flushed.” Ryder and George also paused their conversation to look at him.

“Ah… it’s just a bit stuffy in here,” Loki lied, feeling caught and embarrassed under the attention. “Um, excuse me, I think I’ll go get some air. I’ll be right back.” He bowed apologetically and hastily exited towards the lobby.

Once outside though, even though the air felt cooler on his heated skin, he didn’t feel at all better. 

In fact, the heat was only increasing, from an uncomfortable buzz under his skin to something wretchedly unbearable. The worst of it was in his abdomen which felt on fire. 

With a swirling head, Loki stumbled over to a side wall so he could sink down in an unobtrusive corner. Now that he was focusing on it, he was starting to realize, a little hysterically, that the heat wasn’t in his abdomen. It was…lower. Already, his inner thighs were…sticky.

This definitely wasn’t natural. But what in the world could have—

That drink.

“Fucking…” Loki swore under his breath. “Unbelievable. Did I get played?”

No, she hadn’t held it out to him. That drink had been meant for Ryder. 

So at least he’d saved Ryder from this particular hell. If that woman had been planning to catch Ryder alone while he was indisposed in this manner…well, then Loki would have had to kill her.

The omega thunked his head against the wall to clear his muddled head. It worked less than ideally, but the dull pain did take away slightly from the desperate throbbing between his legs. 

He felt so empty. Loki squeezed his thighs together and tried to take deep breaths. 

Okay. What’s the plan?

He’d just…give it a second. Try to get his bearings. When he wasn’t feeling like he’d immediately jump any random alpha that passed by, he'd call a taxi to go home and wait this out. He’d need to let Ryder know he was sorry to have left early, and give an excuse about how he wasn’t feeling well. He definitely needed to give him a heads up to stay away from Elena and whatever she might offer him. 

Hypothetical plan in place, Loki hunkered down against the wall, closing his eyes. Imagining how he’d eviscerate Elena if he ever saw her again sounded like a good enough distraction until his plan could be put in motion.

*

After the omega left, Ryder felt…bereft. His eyes kept being drawn to where Loki had disappeared and there was an itch in him to go follow even though Loki could come back at any moment. 

George shared a knowing look with his wife while the enigma was distracted, the both of them chuckling to themselves as they watched Ryder try and fail to hide how much he’d rather be at his omega’s side than talking to them. 

Finally, Linda took pity on him. “Go on and find him,” she said, her eyes twinkling as his attention jolted back to her from where it had wandered off. “We both can tell you’d rather be doing that than talking to us.” A light flush stole across his features, shocking them both at the fact an enigma could blush and how young it made him seem. 

“Ah…I– I apologize–”

George smiled and patted his arm. “No harm done, young man. I remember when I first met Linda. Couldn’t stand to be apart for a minute!” Linda rolled her eyes and cut her husband off before he could start rambling on again. 

“Go, go,” she insisted when he appeared hesitant. She smiled at him. “Tell Loki it was lovely to meet him. You two make a wonderful match.”

A beat later, Ryder smiled.

“Thank you.” The words were said with more sincerity than they’d ever heard from the enigma, his eyes softer than they’d have ever believed they could be. While they recovered from their shock, Ryder’s eyes darted away and then back to them. “We’ll catch up another time.” With a dip of his head, he hurried off, feeling their gazes warm on his back. 

With his long strides, he soon made it out of the ballroom and scanned the rather vacant lobby for signs of his mate. 

His eyes widened when he found him. 

“Loki!” He rushed over to where Loki was slumped in a corner and kneeled down, running frantic eyes over him. “What’s wrong?” 

Slowly, too slowly, Loki blinked open alarmingly bleary eyes that widened when he saw him. “...Ryder?” He looked around and then even more alarmingly, thunked his head against the wall behind him. Objectively, it wasn’t very hard, but Ryder cursed, hurriedly pushing his hand between the wall and Loki’s head in case he tried it again. “What are you doing? Trying to give yourself a concussion?”

Loki frowned. “You’re really here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Ryder asked, his concern only rising by the minute. With his free hand, he fumbled for his phone. “Let me call an ambulance, you–”

“No…” Loki batted the phone away. “It’s fine…I…it’s…treatable.” 

“You know what’s wrong? Did you bring medicine?” Ryder quickly felt for his forehead. Hot and slightly damp with sweat, but not feverish. 

“It…” Loki sighed, brows furrowing as he tried to explain. “I…” He looked past Ryder and the enigma followed his gaze to the check-in desk. Loki’s voice was slightly strangled when he spoke again. “I’d need a room…and…possibly, your help.” Suddenly, he bit his lip, hesitance stealing over his face. “Fuck, a place like this, a room is gonna be expensive. I can just—“

“I can get you a room,” Ryder said, cutting him off. “Whatever you need. Whatever I can give you. How can I help?” 

“I…” Loki shifted uncomfortably. “It’s embarrassing…” 

“What is it?” Ryder asked, his patience frayed from trying not to let his worry push him into sounding too pushy or demanding. It was clear Loki was struggling to explain and Loki had a history of fleeing when they pushed too hard. The omega couldn’t flee in his current state, but the last thing Ryder wanted was for Loki to shut down and refuse help out of misplaced stubbornness. 

“I…” Loki bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck.”

“Loki.” His baser enigma instincts wanted to shake Loki until he complied, but he restrained himself to just grabbing the omega by the shoulders until he reluctantly opened his eyes. “Remember the dance?”

After a beat, Loki nodded hesitantly. 

“You don’t have to worry about anything. You don’t have to think about what to do next. Just tell me and I’ll take the lead. And all you have to do is follow.” 

Loki’s eyes wavered and then widened when Ryder pressed forward until their lips were inches apart again. “Please, baby? I’ll take care of everything, just say yes.” 

He pressed a chaste kiss to Loki’s lips just like before.

And, like a dream, Loki folded. 

As their lips separated, in the world’s smallest whisper, Ryder heard “...it’s an aphrodisiac.”

Ryder’s eyes widened and he immediately sprung into action. He reached for Loki who fell into his arms with a sob, picked him up, and strode over to the check-in desk. 

“I need a room. Now.” 

“Yes, sir!” Frightened at the savage growl in the enigma’s voice, the concierge frantically tapped at the keyboard. “Ah…” He licked his lips nervously. “Th-The…VIP room is taken, sir.”

“Did I ask for the VIP room?” Ryder snarled, acutely aware of Loki shivering in his arms, his breath hot and shaky on his neck, and his hips making tiny thrusting movements against him—Ryder gritted his teeth and clutched Loki closer to him. “Whatever fucking room there is, give it to me.” 

Shaking, the concierge squeaked out a “Yes, sir!” and quickly tapped again on his keyboard before handing him a card with shaking hands. “You’re in room 30–”

Without listening, Ryder was already snatching it and striding off to the elevators. The enigma didn’t bother freeing a hand, just raised a knee to jab it against the up button. He pressed a kiss against Loki’s ear as they waited for it to arrive. “Soon, baby. Just give me a little longer.”

Loki moaned, small and pitiful, his cheek rubbing against his suit like a little kitten seeking comfort. “It hurts, Da–Ryder.”

Ryder felt his heart thud against his chest at the aborted syllable. He knew what Loki wanted to say, had heard the same aborted syllable a number of times, and just once, had heard the entirety of the word mumbled into his shoulder when Loki was deep asleep beside him. He’d spent the whole night wide awake after, replaying the two syllables in his head over and over again in the omega’s sleep-sticky voice until the sun came up. Loki wasn’t ready to say it to him yet while awake though so Ryder waited even though everything in him wanted to hear it again and again and again. 

He clutched his omega to him as the elevator arrived and quickly stepped inside, jabbing the floor number with his knee. 

“I’ve got you, baby boy,” he murmured to his precious cargo and Loki, as he always did at the endearment, melted against him a little more. 

*

The first thing he needed to do was to give Loki an orgasm to take the edge off. The minute he dropped Loki onto the bed on his back, he flipped up the skirt of his dress and pushed his legs up and back, revealing a set of absolutely soaked panties. Without giving them another thought, he ripped them away to reveal the trembling pink treasure beneath. 

The insides of his plush thighs glistened with an abundance of slick. Without any teasing or hesitation, Ryder immediately buried his face in between them.

Loki arched with a moan at the first touch of slick muscle against his hot core, pushing his hips forward to meet Ryder’s probing tongue. Ryder took it all in stride, encouraged it even, his hands sliding back to cup Loki’s ass when Loki’s hips raised off the bed to hold him in place so Ryder could plunder him with lips and tongue. 

It was heavenly, the flesh soft and slick and hot underneath and all around his tongue as he pistoned it inside Loki’s clenching hole. Loki moaned above him and around him, his thighs shaking and his hips rolling as Ryder ate him out. He was a vision, just like the first time they had him where they made him squirt and cum until their whole bed was drenched in it. The four of them had slept in that bed without changing the sheets for two days, desperate to hold onto the last of his scent, before they’d been forced to wash them. 

While Loki hadn’t been back to the house since then, he knew that his packmates had gotten handsy with the omega on some of their solo dates because any time something happened with Loki, they were eager to share it amongst themselves.

So he knew Aidan had gotten his mouth between Loki’s thighs on multiple occasions and that Loki had let Luka bite and lick his nipples in a fitting room stall. Damien had come back with the most arousing bit of information, having somehow gotten the omega to cockwarm him during a movie date. 

He likes when you keep going after he tells you “no”.

They’d given him a safeword during their first time when they realized how greedy they were for him. It would be all too easy for them to take too much from him when every expression, every gasp, every squirt, everything about him was so enticing and their hunger unending. 

I kept pushing him and pushing him, Damien had said, his eyes dreamy and lost in thought. And he kept telling me no but he never used the safeword. 

Ryder hadn’t had a sexual encounter with Loki since that first time with all of them outside of a few chaste kisses. He wanted to be the most gentlemanly of them all and didn't want to push where the others had even if sometimes he could swear that Loki was pouting a little each time their dates ended without anything inappropriate happening. 

And now, such a delectable gift had landed in his lap. 

Loki came in almost no time at all, gushing all over Ryder’s tongue. The enigma pushed back on his haunches while the omega caught his breath, quickly wiping at his mouth while his fingers ripped off his tie, tossing it to the side before starting on his shirt and pants. Once he was divested of them, he returned his attention to Loki, his large palms sliding over the omega’s thighs as he spread them and pressed closer into the cradle of his hips. Loki immediately reached for him. 

“I don’t know how potent this drug is. Can you remember your safeword?” 

Loki nodded frantically, still tugging at Ryder’s shoulders to pull him even closer, but Ryder held firm. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt their chances of wooing him by going too far and having Loki under the influence of an aphrodisiac dropped right into his lap was far too tempting, especially after Ryder had been holding back for so long.

“Say it.”

Loki babbled it out twice before Ryder was satisfied enough to press three fingers into him. They sank in easily with the amount of slick Loki had leaked and the omega gasped at the intrusion, lifting his hips to impale himself even further. 

Ryder would’ve been slower and gentler with the preparation, but the way Loki’s hips were impatiently shifting let him know the omega wouldn’t appreciate it so he rapidly fucked his fingers in and out of the omega, adding in a fourth when Loki whined for more. 

“Your cock, please, please, please–” The omega begged, his fingers twisting in the sheets. He felt hot everywhere and his core ached from how empty he felt. The incessant calls of fuck me, fuck me, fuck me pulsing through his brain drowned out any embarrassment he would have been feeling with the way he was leaking all over the bed. The fingers helped a little but he needed his enigma to hurry up and fuck him before he was consumed by the fire within. “Da– Ryder, please!” 

The enigma curled his fingers and the pad of one brushed up against a spot that had Loki arching and crying out. “T-There! Oh god, please, please, please—“ The omega sobbed as Ryder adjusted and began to mercilessly stroke that spot with two of his fingers. The exquisite pressure of his hot mouth engulfed his clit, and then Loki was wailing as he came hard all over Ryder’s fingers. The enigma continued to fingerfuck him as his pussy gushed waves of cum, his mouth still suckling at the little sensitive bud until Loki’s hips finally collapsed against the sodden sheets, his hips still twitching.

The orgasm slightly helped, but it wasn’t enough. His belly burned with heat and ached with hollowness. He pulled Ryder up towards him, desperately twining his arms and legs around his mate to get him closer. His body needed him inside, wanted to meld them into one being that would never part so that he would never ever feel this empty again. “More…I need—please!”

“Are you in pain, my love?” Ryder asked, his eyes anxiously searching his face. That gave Loki pause. 

“N-No…” he said truthfully. “I just– I feel so…so… horny –oh!”

Ryder’s eyes had shifted to take on an amused and wicked glint. “Ah…so it’s that kind of drug. The fun kind.”

Loki stared at him, speechless for a moment. “F-Fun kind?”

The enigma didn’t answer him, but his lips curled up at the ends. “Let me know if it starts hurting,” Ryder said before there was suddenly a pressure against his entrance and Loki moaned, tilting his hips in encouragement for it to enter him. 

Except it didn’t and Loki turned betrayed, confused eyes on his enigma when instead of entering him, Ryder only slid the shaft of his cock between the cleft of his pussy in an up and down motion. 

“Da–Ryder?” 

Ryder’s face did a weird little twitch, but his movements didn’t stop. There was so much of his cock and each drag of it seemed to last forever even though the pace wasn’t slow at all. Loki let out a little whimper as the head of it bumped up against his clit, making him squirt a little spurt that splashed wetly against Ryder’s cock. 

“Fuck, baby, that was so hot,” Ryder murmured. “You should look at yourself.” It was obscene the way he could part Loki’s flesh so easily with his cock. The heat of Loki’s pussy on the underside of his cock was divine, a hint of what it would feel like when he buried himself to the hilt inside those hot depths. Every movement was wet and slippery, only more so when Loki squirted each time Ryder deliberately pushed against his clit with his own cockhead. The omega’s release gleamed wetly over Ryder’s cock and his rosy clit and pink seam were lightly filmed in the milky white of his pre. His balls throbbed at the sight; he couldn’t wait to paint the whole thing opaque white with his actual cum.

Loki was babbling again, his hips tilting and writhing as he begged Ryder to fuck him, but the enigma kept going. He had all night and maybe longer to fuck his baby and he wanted Loki desperate and begging for however long he wanted. When Loki bucked a little too hard, Ryder fell atop him, physically pinning his body down with his own as he fucked against the sweet cunt. He could feel the soft slope of Loki’s tits push up against his own chest with each breathy gasp, and he turned his head to suckle at Loki’s neck– whatever it took to get him to keep doing that. 

For Loki, it was torment because no matter how many times he came, Ryder still wouldn’t enter him. Sparks flew behind his eyelids with each velvety slide of his most intimate flesh against the hardness of Ryder’s shaft, but all he could think about was how much softer he was inside and how good it would feel if Ryder’s hardness was sliding against that instead. “Pl-Please–” His throat felt wrecked. He wiggled his hips again, trying to get Ryder to slip inside. He wracked his brain for how else he could plead, melting out of his ears though it was. 

“D-Don’t you want to be inside me?” he coaxed, trying to make his voice sound husky and seductive. “I bet my…my p-pussy is really hot and…and soft inside.” He shivered as something squelched and he winced. “God,” he couldn’t help marveling at himself in wonder. “I’m so fucking wet.” 

That apparently did it for some reason because Ryder reared back and finally, finally, sank inside him, the long, thick length of his cock splitting him so deliciously open that his eyes rolled back at the pleasure that ricocheted through him. He was so, so, so full and yet–

He whined when Ryder stopped just at the entrance to his womb. He’d meant it as encouragement, but the enigma’s face froze and then he began to retreat. Well, fuck that. 

Loki jammed his heels into the small of the enigma’s back, stopping him in his tracks, and then strained his hips up to try to impale himself further, growling a little in frustration when he didn’t have enough leverage to force Ryder through. He could feel the little gate inside him opening up a little, enough to let past the very tip of Ryder’s cock and even just that felt so good that his toes curled with it. 

An exasperated huff sounded in his ear as he whined again. “Baby boy…you–”

“In, in, in, in–” his omega demanded and Ryder was helpless to resist. He drew back and then slammed his way home, pushing past the tight gate of the omega’s cervix with a little pop until he was fully sheathed inside to the hilt. He stilled there, trying to breathe past the feeling of the omega’s inner muscles deliciously squeezing every single fucking inch of his cock. It wouldn’t do to cum too soon when his baby still needed him. 

He bit out a curse when the omega clenched around him and moaned needily. His own dick throbbed in response and Ryder groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me, omega,” he murmured before he began to thrust. His magnificent body glistened with sweat and Loki’s juices, muscles rippling and flexing as he moved within him. “Ah…you were right, baby, you really are so hot and soft in here.”

Loki had thought that getting Ryder’s cock inside him would finally sate the heat in his belly, but he was wrong. Instead, it swirled up into an inferno as the enigma rutted into him at a punishing pace. It felt so good, so deep and all-consuming; every slide of his cock sent sparks skittering behind his eyes, the long, thick girth of it stroking against every sensitive spot deep inside him. It was heaven and it was everything Loki’s malfunctioning brain could want and yet his body screamed for more. 

“Harder,” he pleaded brokenly between moans and litanies of oh god, oh god, so good, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me even though he had no idea how that could even be possible. “More…fuck…haah…I need–” 

Callused fingers landed on his clit and oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck– His orgasm blew through him so fast and forcefully it felt like an explosion. He gasped and writhed, his whole body seizing as he came, gushing all over them both as his pussy clenched down on the cock still buried inside him until Ryder was cumming with a grunt, liquid heat flooding a place so deep inside him he thought he could taste it in the back of his throat. Throughout it all, those fingers remained, sliding roughly against the sensitive nub no matter how he twisted and shook and sobbed. 

When those fingers finally stopped torturing him, he fell back against the soaked sheets, chest heaving. He didn’t realize he’d closed his eyes until a ripping sound had them flying open; Ryder had ripped the front of the dress in half and now it fell in two pieces on either side of him, exposing his naked tits. He had a second of horror at the desecration of what must have been an expensive dress before he was thoroughly distracted by large hands falling atop each breast, cupping the entire mound in each palm while his thumbs flicked idly over the soft tips, stimulating them into little stiffened peaks. Loki mewled at the touch, lifting tear-blurred eyes to look at his enigma. Inside him, Ryder’s softened cock twitched and swelled. 

“You’re so pretty like this, baby,” Ryder purred, his eyes gleaming as they swept lasciviously over his body. He leaned down and licked slowly around one areola, the tip of his tongue sliding hotly over the nipple. “So soft and pink and all mine.”

The enigma’s cock was fully hard again inside him and the heat, which had abated slightly from the last orgasm, took hold of him again. “P-Please…a-aahh!”

Without lifting his head, Ryder’s hips began to move again, driving his cock inside him in long, slow thrusts that had Loki gasping out with each one. He arched, thrusting his chest even closer to Ryder’s hungry mouth which had captured his nipple inside, engulfing it in hot, wet heat and lashing out at it with his tongue while his fingers lightly pinched at the other. 

“Nnnngh…m-more…”

Even as he said that, he was cumming, his body trembling as he spurted over Ryder’s cock. The sheets beneath them were completely soaked in his cum. 

“More?” Ryder asked as he moved within him, still at that maddeningly slow pace. Even this slowly, his pussy still made slick, sticky sounds with each pull and push of his cock, the pink flesh stretched wide by the girth and gripping it jealously. There was barely any friction between them, each slide slippery smooth and buttery from how much cum he’d leaked. “You’re so wet, baby boy. I think you squirted more than you did the last time.”

Loki blushed. “Th-That—the drug—I'm not—“

“Shh, just listen to it.” Ryder lowered his head again, this time paying attention to the other nipple. He drew his tongue carefully around it, delighting in the omega’s shaky inhale. The stiff flesh was warm and tender and he pursed his lips to suckle on it, drawing a cracked moan from his omega. He sped up his pace just slightly so that Loki could clearly hear the wet slosh of cum inside him stirred up by his cock. “Such a beautifully wet pussy pie,” he said reverently, enjoying the way the omega’s flush creeped up to his ears. 

“Nnngh...no...f-Faster–” 

“But you can’t hear it as well if I go faster,” Ryder teased over the sticky, squelching sounds of their joining. “And what a shame that would be for this pussy to go so unappreciated.” 

“You–” With a sudden burst of energy, Loki pounced. He pushed against Ryder’s chest with both palms, toppling him over and reversing their positions. Despite knowing he’d only succeeded because he’d surprised him, Loki climbed atop his enigma in triumph nevertheless. 

Ryder blinked but didn't stop him, indulgence written across his features as he waited to see what Loki would do. The omega cursed under his breath, his blue eyes flashing as he gripped Ryder’s cock with one hand and lined it up with his entrance, easily sinking onto it with a soft moan. When he met the barrier of his cervix, he pushed himself down determinedly until Ryder was snugly seated past it where he wanted him. “I said faster!” 

To emphasize his point, he planted his feet against the bed and began to rapidly fuck himself on the enigma’s dick, using him like he was a giant dildo. Ryder was staring at him in wondrous delight and it was too much so he closed his eyes. 

But he couldn’t sustain the pace that he wanted for long and soon, he began to flag. 

“You–you do your share!” the omega demanded as he sat tiredly down on the enigma’s lap, still thoroughly impaled. “I’m tired.” 

Ryder laughed as he bucked his hips sharply, sending the omega’s eyes rolling back in his head, his mouth parting on a moan. “Of course baby, I’ll do all the work, just hold on to me.”

Loki was quick to obey, splaying his fingers across Ryder’s chest for balance as he was bounced up and down his cock. Ryder let his eyes run lasciviously across his mate. He was gorgeous; a goddess atop him, his creamy skin flushed pink and sweaty, his pretty tits bouncing with its little berry pink tips, his head thrown back and his red lips gasping and moaning as he enjoyed the way he was being used. Each time Loki’s clit smacked against Ryder’s firm abs, he would shiver and squirt a little until there was a wet pool all over his stomach. 

Mine, mine, mine his brain chanted with each drive of his cock into the slick, wet heat of his omega, punctuated by the slap of flesh on flesh and Loki’s pretty cries. When the urge to kiss him suddenly materialized, he didn’t even think before he was sitting up to press their lips together. As their tongues tangled, he felt the shy press of Loki’s fingers threading through the hair at the back of his head, so at odds with the desperate way he was humping his small body against his. 

A few thrusts later, he could feel his balls tighten in warning and he grabbed the omega’s ass, pulling him all the way down as he ground up inside the omega’s womb and filled him with a ragged groan. Already full from the previous load, cum welled up from Loki’s filled, swollen cunt and oozed sluggishly down his balls to messily mix with the existing pool on Ryder’s belly. 

When he lifted the omega off his cock, he could see how open he’d fucked his pussy - the pink depths of him fully visible and painted with thick, white cum. “God, you’re beautiful,” Ryder said, his fingers moving almost unconsciously to further smear his cum all over the pretty cunt. The next time he came, he would pull out and decorate that mound and those trembling, plush inner thighs with white. At the praise, Loki whimpered and squirted, his pink insides convulsing as he spurted over Ryder’s stomach again. 

Feeling like a ravenous beast, Ryder dragged him up by the hips to press his mouth against that soft, pink treat, groaning at the taste of Loki’s musky sweetness bursting over his tongue like the ripest, juiciest peach. He fucked Loki with his tongue until he came twice, squirting all over his face and neck, and then pushed him onto his back when he begged for more. 

He shoved four fingers into his spasming cunt and began to fuck more juice out of the omega with short, quick pumps. “When I’m hard again, I’m going to fuck you deep into this mattress until you’re screaming. I want this whole bed soaked, Loki. Say you agree.” His omega brokenly moaned an agreement and Ryder tore his hand out with a last gush of cum before mounting his baby again to fulfill his promise. 

*

Loki’s aphrodisiac-induced fever returned periodically throughout the night and Ryder helped him through it each time. He brought Loki sports drinks and water bottles from the fridge and fucked him sideways from behind while Loki drank them. Once he’d finished, he threw the empty bottles away and came back to fill him with another load of cum, using his mouth and fingers in between bouts of frenzied lovemaking. When Loki complained about being too bloated with cum, he would drag cum out with his fingers and lick him clean while the omega cried and sucked on Ryder’s cock. Throughout, he kept up a steady stream of praise, in turn filthy and worshipful. 

In the moments where he was lucid enough to think things unrelated to how much he needed Ryder’s dick inside him, he was almost overwhelmed by how… precious he felt, safe and protected and treasured like a baby bird. 

It was getting harder and harder to keep that word from escaping his lips but he thankfully was able to stop himself before he irrevocably ruined everything between them with his perversity.

“Da– Ryder…” Loki moaned. “More…please…” 

He almost choked when Ryder stopped moving. Pinned on his cock, Loki blinked blearily confused eyes at his alpha. When they met eyes, he startled a little at the intensity of his gaze, charging the air between them into something that felt like the air before a lightning strike. 

“What did you call me just now?” 

Loki’s pupils trembled and he flinched a little. “R-Ryder.” 

“Before that.”

The omega’s eyes slid away. “N-Nothing…”

“You wanted to call me the same thing before too. What was it?” 

The omega remained stubbornly silent, biting his lip. His eyes restlessly flicked away then back to Ryder then away again. 

“Loki,” Ryder said, gray-gold eyes locking onto the omega’s blues. “I can provide for you. I can take care of you. When you’re good, I can praise you. When you’re bad, I can discipline you. When you don’t know what to do, I can guide you. I want to do these things. I want to cherish you, to be someone you can rely on. So, I ask again, what do you want to call me?”

Loki still didn’t answer, but Ryder could read the brief fear that flashed through his eyes. 

Ah.  

Ryder leaned down and kissed him, slow and lingering. When he drew back to speak, his breath puffed gently over his lips. “I want this too, baby boy.”

There was another charged moment as Loki stared up at him with wide, blue eyes. Ryder waited patiently and finally, finally was rewarded.

“Da-Daddy…” the omega whispered and a dark, heady feeling of satisfaction erupted and settled deep in his chest purring.  Yes. This was right. It was always supposed to be this way. 

“Very good, baby.” Ryder began to move his hips again, driving the full length of his cock inside the omega in long, smooth strokes that had the omega squirming and writhing, his whole body the sweetest, tightest sheath.

Now that he knew he could, Loki called for him again and again. He gasped it, moaned it, mewled it, whispered it, and every time Ryder heard it, it felt like triumph. 

*

Loki woke up tucked snugly in Ryder’s arms. He felt so safe and warm that he almost didn’t want to open his eyes, but he peeled them open because he wanted to see the undoubtedly handsome sleeping face of his enigma. 

Only to see Ryder was already awake and looking contentedly at him. The adoration in his gaze made Loki want to close his eyes at the sight of it, too embarrassed and unsure if he was worthy of it, but he fought it down if only to keep looking at him.

“Morning, baby,” Ryder murmured, his early morning voice raspy and rumbly.

“Morning, Ryder,” Loki whispered back. A flash of disappointment sliced through Ryder’s gaze and Loki hurriedly opened his mouth again. “M-Morning, Daddy.” 

Ryder’s gaze turned to liquid gold and Loki finally couldn't bear to see it, hiding his face in Ryder’s shoulder. Thankfully, the enigma didn’t make him look.

“How are you feeling?” Ryder asked instead and a large hand settled on the back of his head, petting the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“Better,” Loki mumbled. He was sore and achy and his pussy and nipples felt used and swollen, but at least he didn’t feel so unbearably empty anymore. “I’m never drinking anything a stranger hands me. And you shouldn’t either.”

Ryder’s chest rumbled with a laugh. “I wasn’t going to drink it.” He hummed thoughtfully. “But if this had to happen, better you than me,” he said. “I don’t know if you’d be able to handle me on an aphrodisiac.”

Loki pulled back and blinked at him, indignant. “What do you mean? You think I wouldn’t help?”

Ryder only looked at him indulgently. “I’m sure you would. But my stamina even without drugs is–”

Loki only grew more incensed. “Stamina? Stamina? I work 16 hour workdays!”

Ryder laughed helplessly. He wasn’t sure he could ever make Loki understand just how endless his hunger for him could be if left unchecked. Not to mention he was an enigma. Even 16 hours might not be enough. “I think it’s a little different, baby, I–”

He cut himself off when Loki crawled on top of him, their bare skin sliding against each other. Ryder exhaled shakily, trying to calm the lust slowly swirling up from its banked ashes in his belly. Yesterday had taken a lot out of his omega; Loki had barely gotten any sleep and definitely should be resting. 

“Loki—“

“Did I tire you out yesterday?” Loki taunted, his blue eyes flashing. He would normally be too shy to initiate, but his stubborn personality wouldn’t let him take the perceived slight lying down, even if Ryder was probably right. He ground down, feeling more confident when Ryder grunted and he felt the telltale pressure of Ryder’s half-mast cock pressing against him as it stiffened further. It gratified him how easily Ryder responded to him after so very many dates where Ryder hadn’t shown him any of that sort of attention despite how desperately Loki had hoped he would.

Still, Ryder’s eyes were troubled, warring between lust and concern. “Loki—“

And well, Loki had learned a few tricks last night too. He leaned forward, his lips inches from Ryder’s.

“Please, Daddy?”

All the neurons in Ryder’s brain immediately stopped firing.

Ah, he belatedly thought to himself when his mind came back online only after burying himself balls deep inside his squirming, mewling omega for the second round of the morning, the first having passed in an animalistic blur. I may have just created a menace. 

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Omake:

Elena had had Ryder’s personal phone number for months, having bought it for a large sum of money using underhanded methods, but hadn't dared to use it until the right moment. Which was supposed to have been yesterday after she’d given him a second drug to incapacitate him, but that damn omega had–

She froze when her phone buzzed with a text from Future Husband and she hurriedly went to check it. 

Future Husband: Thank you for your unexpected present. I had a wonderful time with my omega and I got something I’ve been wanting for quite some time now.

Future Husband: But don’t ever pull something like this again.

Future Husband: You aren’t as useful as you presume.  

[Future Husband has blocked you. You will no longer be able to receive messages from or contact this person.]