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Sweet Jack.
You smell him before anything else, a honeyed, spice-tinted smog that infects each breath you take as you toss your keys into the bowl on the kitchen table. It’s late, far too late for him to still be up. You’d honestly been expecting for him to be fast asleep, but the soft whimpers that seem to echo from your shared room tells you otherwise.
It’s a rare day, Jack taking a day off. The word ‘heat’ flickers through your mind before you can stop it, instincts amplified by the scent of your lover’s slick wafting through the air. The screaming in your hindbrain of ‘MATE’ grows louder as you make your way upstairs towards your bed.
However the hell you expected to find him? It wasn’t like this.
Jack, clad in pink lace, writhing around in a nest, made of your clothes, on your bed, rutting desperately into a useless little toy. Slick coats the nest, the ‘shlick-shlick-shlick’ of his cock fucking into a fleshlight mixing with his whimpers. The second Jack is alerted that you’re home, your scent and the weight of your gaze burning into him, he lets out a sob of your name, thrusting up into his toy.
“Fuck- please, fuck, alpha!”
Jack whines out, his gaze meeting yours. Pre-cum dribbles out of his cock, already dripping out of the confines of the fleshlight. It seems as though he’s been at this for a long while, and the thought sends a small hit of distress (and arousal) through you. A soft coo leaves you as you try to soothe your needy omega, immediately reaching up to cup his cheeks in your palms.
“Shh. Oh, honey. What happened?”
Another hiccuping sob leaves Jack as he leans into your touch, hips twitching upwards.
“W-wanted to be good. Wanted to be pretty for daddy when he got home, n’ then I forgot- I forgot, n’ it hit me, and-”
A low whine builds up in his throat as he attempts to explain, and you card your fingers through his hair, gently shushing him.
“You’re so pretty. So pretty for me, puppy.”
You catch sight of his black leather collar, just barely hanging out of the bedside table, and you huff, amusement filling you at the knowledge that your boy had been too distracted to clip it around his neck. You trail your hands down his face to his neck before pulling away, drawing a louder whine from him as you make your way over.
Collar in hand, you gently push Jack backwards until he’s resting on his arms, looking up at you. His scent spikes, pupils dilating as you take control.
“Can I put this on?”
Enthusiastic nods answer your question, and you slip the collar around his neck, fastening it until it’s snug against his throat. You watch as Jack swallows, Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he waits for your next command.
Your hands, as they often do, find purchase in his curls. You tug at his hair, bringing him forwards. You release him, and a click of your tongue has him on his hands and knees, ass in the air facing you. A smile makes its way onto your face as you run a finger down his spine, feeling the texture of the lace that partially covers his body. Your finger hooks in the elastic strap of the bra that stretches across his pecs, pulling it back before letting it snap against his back, drawing a soft whimper from Jack.
“You gonna be good?”
You ask, murmuring softly as your hands reach up to massage his thighs. Jack doesn't respond until you ‘tsk’ softly, after which a soft “fuck,” leaves him. You ‘tsk’ again, palm coming down against his ass. Jack jolts in place, holding in his protests.
“Yes or no, puppy. It’s a simple question.”
Jack nods in response, and you bring your hand back up. Before you can bring it down against him again, he blurts out a desperate “Yes!”
“Fuck, I’ll be good, m’ good!”
You laugh, gently bringing your palm down, both hands now gripping his asscheeks. You squeeze, rubbing him in circles.
“I know. Puppy’s always so good, huh?”
Jack whines in assent, and you click your tongue as you spread him, placing a kiss on his tailbone before you pull his panties, which are soaked with his slick, down just enough to display his rear. And then your tongue makes contact with the rim of his hole. He jumps, but your hands are pressing him down so he can’t get far.
You lick a broad strip up from his perineum to his hole, savouring his excited shudders and whimpers. Your tongue licks circles against the tight ring of muscle before you’re pressing it inside him. Jack gasps, and you give his ass a warning squeeze before you start to fuck him with your tongue. It’s an easy penetration, his muscles already loose and lubricated from the slick that’s gathering in his crack. Jack is vocal, to the point that you’re sure that despite the soundproofing, your neighbours ten units down could hear him. His curses are only barely muffled by the pillows that his face is pressed into.
“Daddy,”
He whines, thighs twitching as he tries to rub his still fabric covered cock against the mattress.
“Hurts!”
You pull away, which draws a groan from his throat, which turns into a yelp as you grab him, flipping him onto his back. You bring the heel of his palm down to grind against his cock, which leaks like a faucet into his panties. No longer restrained by you, Jack thrusts up against your hand, movements hurried and desperate, trying to chase his release. His moans grow louder as he grows close, but as his cock twitches, you pull away. A sob tears through him, tears streaming down his cheeks as he writhes under your gaze.
“S’ not fair, I need it!”
You grab the O-ring attached to his collar, cutting him off as you yank him forwards until he’s sitting up, and he lets out a small choked noise. You smile down at him, cupping his chin in your hand.
“I want you to beg for me, puppy.”
Jack opens his mouth to speak, stumbling over his words. Before he can blink, you squeeze his jaw, and you spit in his mouth.
“Not good enough. Faster.”
You watch Jack swallow, hearing the small whine he lets out.
“Try again.”
This time, Jack’s mind is clear.
“Please- please, f-fuck, I need you to fuck me, I need you, daddy, I need it!”
You swipe at the tears running down his cheek with your thumb, before pressing the salty digit into his mouth. You let him suck for a moment as you press him down against the bed, hand on his chest, before you reach down to tear his panties away from him. You pull your pants down, boxers just low enough to free your aching cock. You swipe your hand up his crack, coating it in his slick, before lubing yourself up with it. Jack moans around your thumb at the sight, and you smile as you press your tip against his hole.
Jack opens up easily enough, and it only takes a few gentle thrusts until you’re buried inside him.
“I’m going to fuck you now, puppy. Is that okay?”
You remove your thumb from his mouth, and he moans in response.
“I’m going to take that as a yes.”
“Ye-es!” he wails out, and you snap your hips forwards. Jack’s moans are drawn out as you fuck into his needy hole, practically sucking you back in every time you pull backwards. Your hands find purchase around his neck, squeezing him as you snap your hips forwards.
“No more words, pup. Just feel, yeah?”
Jack can only nod enthusiastically as you press your thumbs into his throat. Not tight enough to fully cut off his airway, but just enough so that the noises that do leave him are wheezes. The sound of skin against skin blends with your combined moans and breaths, a harmony of your passion. Jack’s throat vibrates as he tries to talk, and you pull your hands away, only to pull at his collar, forcing his head upwards.
“Puppy wanna speak? Huh? You got something to say?”
Jack chokes out a moan as he curses, trying to swallow down air.
“Close, f-fuck. I’m-”
You tighten your hold on the collar, cutting him off, one hand pulling his good leg up and over your shoulder to get a better angle inside him. The next time you snap your hips forwards, the moan that leaves Jack is near sinful.
“That’s better, isn’t it?”
You say, voice deceptively soft as your cock hits his prostate with every thrust. Jack’s cock is leaking pre-cum onto his stomach, a small pool of the liquid gathering on and seeping through the lace stretching across him. You finally let go of his collar, tugging softly on the O-ring as it makes its way down his torso. You squeeze his pec, and then your fingers wrap around his dick.
Jack yelps, trying to thrust into your fist, (unsuccessful, due to you holding his leg over your shoulder.)
“Ple-ase, i’m so c-close, I’m so-”
You twist your hand up around his tip, and he’s cumming. The feel of him clenching around you is enough to snap the coil of pleasure that was gathering in your gut, and you snarl as you bury yourself inside his ass, filling him. You fuck into him a few more times, trying to get your cum as deep inside him as possible before collapsing down on top of him. Jack groans, your weight on his cock a delicious kind of torture. You look up at him, chin on his chest, reaching up to brush a stray curl away from his forehead.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
You crack a small smile, content to just lay with your omega for a little while.