I tried writing A/B/O but I’m still bad at it södflkjasdflajfb practice makes perfect and all that jazz… it’s also not quite what I wanted to write in the first place
I wanted there to be a lot more non-con breeding fantasy for Jesse
Jesse had just wanted to… he doesn’t know what he had wanted to. Maybe check up on his boss; just make sure everything was alright. Be a nuisance until he got so deeply under Gabriel’s skin that he got wrestled to the ground again and have all of that heavy, fragrant body pressed to his back.
Something like that. He had forgotten about his vague original plan the moment he had set foot into his boss’ rooms and caught sight of him on his bed; naked and sweating and just on the fine edge between looking fucked out and in unimaginable pain.
“Oh fuck,” Jesse murmured against his palm, hand cupping his mouth, feeling the rough bristles of his beard (the one he started to let purposefully go out of bounds because his team mates were constantly teasing him about trying to look like his idol Reyes).
Reyes was half on his side, one leg pulled up to give himself room to work his fingers into his slick hole, but he didn’t look like an Omega that had a damn good time; he looked like a big, rough, battle hardened warrior that was close to breaking down into tears; eyes open but hazy and dull; belly fluttering in the quick, pumping breaths of an animal in pain.
“Boss?” Jesse asks softly, voice rough and cracking. He takes a wobbling step closer.
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Jesse has a nice cock; long and thick with an ample bush for anybody to get lost in if they wanted to nuzzle into it – but still, it was sleek, and when his boss sees it, he throws his head like an agitated stallion, a fine spray of sweat droplets fanning out from the motion.
He grunts – whimpers – but still struggles up onto his knees, angling his ass up into the air; bowing his back until it looked painful. Offering himself up. Presenting.
His hole is a dark, secret space between his cheeks, beckoning Jesse closer until he can’t help but crawl over him, heart pounding in his chest fast enough to make him nauseous.
He’s only been with an Omega once, and they had been out of heat – and Jesse thinks he has to watch out otherwise Reyes will rip his dick off and use it as a toy until he can prowl down an Alpha that can help him the way he wants.
Jesse noses at the nape of Reyes’ neck and receives a harsh growl as reward. He rears back immediately, chastised; cock nudging against the dripping, feverishly hot hole. Sinking into Reyes is like fucking into liquid iron; he almost thinks it must have to hurt; that he should be howling, but all he does is grunt way back in his throat, lifting onto the balls of his feet – really climbing up onto Reyes’ ass to breed him like a dog on the sidewalk-
Breed.
Jesse’s mind stumbles across the word, trips him up enough that he forgets to fuck for a second, until Reyes yowls beneath him, his whole body shivering in the throes of his passion-pain.
Jesse’s brow furrows, his hips going loose and warm; starting up a shallow rhythm that is designed not to leave Reyes’ body for more than a couple inches.
The Omega seems happy with it; almost purrs, stretching, the stone-hard clench of his belly softening ever so slightly beneath Jesse’s pawing, sweating hand.
Breeding. He’s going to breed Reyes. Nevermind that it is not possible; that both of them are on contraception – he’s going to breed his Omega commander up; get him fat with his young so everybody can see.
He’s gonna fuck him deep and good until he can deposit his cream right where it’s needed; where Reyes’ body can start working with it.
He doesn’t word any of those thoughts; head still carefully held to the side, not trying to flirt out a bite again.
He’s helplessly submissive to the Omega, but a Beta can still dream…
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