this is so good and pure… I love it so much :O I wish I could write ABO XD
ok im sorry to be jumping on ur post but thats so good, i luv submissive tops. please consider the following:
Lucio is going into heat soon and Reaper can smell it. He knows Lucio can smell him, too. He’s got to know he’s the biggest, strongest, most dangerous alpha around(bar Reinhardt, of course), so why isn’t he hunting Reaper down for the good, hard fuck he has to need? It’s frustrating, it’s so damn unfair, he can catch whiffs of that heady musk from across the field, but Lucio won’t even spare him a glance even when he puffs his chest up and puts his best display on.
He manages to pick Lucio out of the group this mission, cornering him all alone. The idea was to get him one-on-one and show him what he was missing out on, but now that they’re in close quarters he’s overwhelmed by that godawful wonderful scent he’s been chasing for days. It marinates his brain in a sort of wishy-washy desire to please, sending tingles down his spine and warming in his chest. Whispering something about how good he can give it and wouldn’t Lucio like to just try, he leans in close-
“Ah-ah, man, not so fast,” Lucio tuts, and Reaper immediately freezes, “I get that you want this, but I’m gonna tell you how it’s gonna be. No more of that macho alpha stuff, I’m not about that. You’re gonna step back and show me what you’re working with.” He’s stern, but there’s a small smile playing on his lips and a twinkle in his eye. It’s like he’s been playing hard to get on purpose, just so Reaper would be desperate enough to go along with whatever he said just for a chance at knotting him. The thought sends another thrill down his spine.
Taking a step back just like he was told to, Reaper licks his lips and unbuckles his belt. He pops the button of his fly and tugs the zipper down, but there’s still not enough space to free his cock. Carefully, he shimmies down his pants just enough and pulls out his dick, soft skin dark against his pale claws. Biting his lip, he grunts as the knot starts to swell under the sudden gush of the omega’s pheromones. Oh thank god, Reaper wants to say, he wants it.
“Not bad, but I dunno…” Lucio hums, and Reaper shivers. He wants to call him a tease, tell him to just give it a taste and see if he’s not sure then, but the frustration and pheromones are making his knees weak and his knot so, so hard and he just wants something, just a little attention, even just a little stroke. Lucio looks away, like he’s contemplating just walking off, and Reaper can’t help the tiny whine that slips out, biting back frantic pleas for him to reconsider, to stay, that he can be a good alpha.
“Aw, man…Why you gotta be so damn cute?” Lucio laughs, turning back at the whine and shaking his head in disbelief, “Alright, okay, fine. I’m setting the pace, and you’re just gonna take what I decide to give you, got it?” He grins when Reaper nods and rasps out a soft “Yes”.
Yeeesss goddamn this is the good shitttt
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