Tag: omega!lucio

For the baby prompts, maybe omega Lúcio getting knotted for the first time by alpha Doomfist or Reaper?

“Breathe,” Reaper murmurs, the sound drawn out and vague like the rest of his mildly smoking body. He encompasses Lúcio everywhere; blanketing his slim back and curling around his sides. Petting his tight, quivering belly.

Lúcio feels the pressure against his hole and whines, head following the gentle press against his neck to let it hang long. His dreads slide over his shoulders, exposing the slim column of the back of his neck.

Reaper conquers it just as he has conquered the rest of the Omega’s body – self-assured and calmly.

“There you go…”

His hips shift closer, the tip of his cock slowly pressing inside. Lúcio’s fingers curl into the sheets, the fine muscles of his shoulders bunching up in mild protest to the intrusion.

Reaper purrs; a sound that can be felt just as much as it can be heard, and Lúcio’s teeth almost rattle with it.

There is no way of tensing up when Reaper is feverishly hot and rumbling all around him. His skin feels firm, despite the tendrils of smoke curling away from him.

He fucks slow and gentle. Patient. No force in the world could make this Alpha lose his composure and the knowledge makes Lúcio shiver more than the unbelievable stretch of his cock spearing into him.

Nothing seems as easy as submitting to Reaper; simply riding the waves and letting his upper body melt into the sheets, muscles becoming soft and receptive.

“Good…”

He can feel Reaper’s hand slide along his side, then around his lower abdomen. Cupping. Holding. Bracing him. Reaper’s tongue drags across the back of his neck, then the top of his hot, burning ears.

Gentling him as the Alpha presses in deep and unrelenting; holding him nice and secure when the already improbable stretch becomes frightening and impossible.

“Shhh… shh…” he whispers sinuously as Lúcio’s tongue is lolling out, helpless whines slipping from him; feeling as small as he’s never felt before in that moment.

The sound of Reaper’s voice is terrifying for some; he might seem harsh and emotionless – but Lúcio would follow its sound anywhere.

My Ko-Fi

omega lucio always being too busy to properly enjoy his heats, dealing w/ concerts, interviews and meetings: he goes into heat on base but is miserable with all the alphas around and he cant take a break. akande gets lucio’s manager to give him a little break, then shows lucio how an omega should spend their heat; by the end of the day, lucio is sprawled in his first nest, getting deep dicked so hard by akande he cant even remember what he was working on

Lúcio is scrabbling at the pillows and blankets surrounding him, blunt nails scratching across the soft rug underneath, trying to drag himself away from the immense feeling of fullness.

Akande laughs, then stills and drags a hand slowly down the omega’s sweaty back. Calming him as he finally manages to drag one of the pillows against his chest and hug it tight, breathing rapid and heartbeat fluttering so fast, Akande can feel it in the plush walls hugging his cock.

“No need for this. Calm,” he murmurs, ranging above the omega, watching how the slender back of his neck is basically glowing a dull red. “You needn’t do anything but relax.”

And then, after a second of contemplation, he adds with a faint, ironic smirk: “And lift your pretty cunt in the air so I can have better access…”

Lúcio groans into the bedding of his nest, walls clenching tight and squelching around the big Alpha cock. He does lift up higher, though; gathers his knees beneath him and angles his ass; hole fucked soft and pliant, gaping open a little bit more around the insane stretch of the cock filling him. His body is so very easy for the mounting; so unused to getting what it needs during heat that it’s almost clumsy in its need to provide; overwhelming the boy.

“That’s it,” Akande croons, bending down and hooking one massive arm around the kid’s hips; lifting him up even higher; practically pulling him onto his cock. His insides are wet and suckling; squelching obscenely but also so very gratifyingly as he begins moving in small thrusts; guiding Lúcio to get speared on Alpha cock.

He scrabbles again, cries out hoarse and in vague alarm, but when Akande leans above him, easily blanketing his body, wanting to watch his face if he is unhappy with the proceedings, the young man kisses him messy and wet; uncoordinated in his need, then butting his head submissively against the Alpha’s jaw; taking a few harmless nips at the soft underside of Akande’s chin, all the while getting speared by cock.

So sweet and overwhelmed from getting treated right.