Self-conscious

Ilya is one of the more desirable alphas in their pack. He came from a rival pack, but quickly demonstrated his loyalty. He’s a mechanic, and the two became friends when Ilya did some minor modifications to Shane’s car so he could drive pain free. Shane liked Ilya, but he didn’t allow himself to think an alpha like Ilya would want a disabled omega. Shane figured Ilya was coming over to offer him some words of encouragement before running after his chosen mate.

“Mrs. Hollander, Mr. Hollander.” Ilya greets Shane’s parents. “Excuse me.” He says before scooping up Shane.

Shane lets out a yelp as Ilya picks him up bridal style. “Wait! What?”

“Caught you.” Ilya winks as he walks away with Shane. “You make so easy for me. Not even sweating. Parents make it a little awkward but they understand, no?”

Shane looks over Ilya’s shoulder to see his parents giving him thumbs up. Shane turns back to Ilya. He can’t believe Ilya is claiming him. “I-You don’t-You’re not just doing this so I’m not embarrassed?” That had to be it. The other night, when they were hanging out, he was complaining about how the elders were making him go even though he can’t run. Ilya must have felt bad for him and was just helping him save face. He couldn’t possibly want him. He was just being a good friend. “This is really nice of you, but you don’t have to do this. Really, it’s fine. You can go get your omega-.”

“You are my omega and I caught you.” Ilya looked down at Shane. “And I’m taking you to our home, laying you on our bed and claiming you. I want you, Shane. Believe me. You’re my perfect omega.” Ilya pressed his lips to Shane’s forehead. “Besides, I smelled your arousal the other night when we were together hanging out. Do not deny.”

“I got faulty scent blockers.” Shane mumbled.

‘Where are you going?’ The text messages lights up his screen.

“Out.” Ilya says. He still isn’t sure how the stalker got cameras and microphones in his home. He’s searched and can’t find them.

‘Another club? To pick up some girl?’

“I would not need to if you came out to play.” Ilya pockets his phone and heads out.

Omega Shane joins the harem out of spite. Even though Emperor Ilya changed the laws so omegas can inherit, his traditionalist parents chose his dumbass, shady Alpha cousin as the heir to the duchy instead of him. His parents started giving duties to the cousin, and Shane already knows it’s going to go badly and he wants to get the hell out of dodge. He also wants to be in a position where his parents can’t force him to go back and clean up their mess, so he decided to go to the harem selection. If chosen, his parents won’t be able to touch him and he can watch their downfall from the luxurious palace.

Svetlana takes one look at Shane and picks him immediately, not bothering to put his through all the tests. Svetlana orders Shane to be cleaned and dressed up. She brings him to Ilya and has Shane introduce himself. Ilya is about to tell Svetlana off for interrupting his work but his eyes lock on Shane, and suddenly he doesn’t care about the paper in his hand or all of the work he has to do. He just wants to be with Shane. Shane tells Ilya about his parents and at the very first fuck up, he strips them of their titles and gives them to Shane. He tells Shane their eldest will inherit the empire and their second born will inherit Shane’s titles.

Shane follows and watches as Ilya grabs his suitcase. Shane tries to stop him but Ilya says that if Shane doesn’t think he’s a good enough alpha to help him with his heat, then maybe he should just leave. Shane gets Ilya to stop packing so he can explain. Shane tells Ilya that his heats aren’t the typical soft omega heats. His are very intense and he can be kind of feral. He’s worried he might hurt Ilya, and Ilya thinks hurting him is fine as long as he gets Shane through his heat. After talking, Shane agrees to share his heat with Ilya. Shane tells Ilya that if he becomes too much, Ilya can leave and he won’t be mad. Ilya scoffs at the idea of leaving Shane while he’s in heat and says everything will be fine. Shane switches his meds and a few nights later, Ilya is jolted awake by the sound of ripping and tearing.

He quickly realizes Shane has ripped his underwear off. Before he can say anything, Shane roughly tugs at his dick and he quickly gets hard. Shane unceremoniously drops down on his cock and rides him. Shane is so wet and he looks so fucking good, pupils blown wide and hair sticking out crazily. He’s about to say something when Shane’s hand slaps down over his mouth. His other hand wraps around Ilya’s throat and squeezes.

“Take it.” Shane growls and Ilya is so turned on. He shuts up and lets Shane use him for his own pleasure. He tries to thrust up but Shane slaps him across the face, and Ilya would have come if he had less discipline. He lets Shane use him like a dildo until he feels it.

“Knot.” He knows Shane wants him to be quiet but he feels like he should warn Shane that he’s about to pop a knot. He isn’t sure if the heat has thrown him into a rut or if he’s just so turned on by the situation but whatever the case, he’s going to knot Shane if he doesn’t stop.

Shane doesn’t stop. He rides until Ilya comes and his knot locks them together. It pushes Shane over the edge and he comes hard, crawling and grabbing at Ilya’s chest. Once Shane regains his senses, he looks down at Ilya to see his scratched up chest, redness on his neck, and his palm print on Ilya’s cheek.

“Did I hit you? And choke you?” Ilya nods and Shane goes to apologize but Ilya stops him.

“It was so fucking hot. Oh my god, I love you so much Shane. Please do not keep heat from me. If you keep heat from me, I will die. I will be good alpha for you and be like dildo for you, just let me-.”

he walks into the coffee shop and goes straight up to the barista behind the counter to place his order. he’s about to greet her she cuts him off asking “are you Ilya’s husband?”. the question caught shane of guard, but it warms his heart quickly. he gets so giddy thinking that people in ilya’s everyday life is now thinking about him as ilya’s husband. and it takes a minute for shane to compose himself cus he couldn’t stop smiling and giggling like a teenager with a crush.

he's never lived together with someone to this degree. he's played hockey for montreal for more than 10 years. his brain is hardwired to have a difficult time with change and transitions.

he went through a traumatic event in which all of his fears came true and was treated horribly by his team he considered family until he was able to leave. he has to adjust to a new house, living with someone, merging their stuff, joining a new team, new routines, etc.

this man is absolutely having the worst and hardest time adapting to this new life. he's not okay. his stress levels are through the roof. he Cannot Help being rigid in everything. his diet is the only thing that feels like it's still in His Control and he gets stricter. he creates new routines where needed and sticks to those and the old ones as tight as he can. small habits that could be broken before become Rules and he has to Stick To The Rules. he's doing bad.

People don't like living in Ilya’s mansion, they can feel him there. Then along comes young and hungry rising mlh star Shane Hollander, who after billeting his first year jumps at the chance to buy the Ilya Rosanov's old house. The last great player on the Voyageurs, the one whose death led them to a 20 year losing streak that Shane is there to fix.

And then, all of a sudden, there was a freckled angel waking him up by kissing every inch of his face.

Forehead? Mwah.

Between his eyebrows? Mwah.

His temple? Mwah.

His cheek? Mwah.

His nose bridge? Mwah.

His mole? Mwah.

Ilya smiled brightly with his eyes still closed. “You missed a spot.” Shane chuckled. “Mmm.”

He kissed Ilya’s nose.

Ilya tsked in disagreement. Shane laughed.

He kissed Ilya’s jaw.

Ilya groaned, God’s brightest smile still plastered across his face. Shane couldn’t have that. He couldn’t not kiss him even more. So he crashed their lips together. Ilya hummed happily against his mouth before opening his eyes. “Very good, mylysh.” He immediately kissed him again to hide his now furiously blushing face. Ilya was losing his mind.

No—it’s because one thing Ilya knows is two things for certain. One: Shane is the best. THE best. Ilya talks a big game and he can back it up because he’s a generational talent in his own right, sure, but he is not Shane Hollander. He teases his husband and calls him “second best player in the league” because it gets Shane in a mood that always leads to fun (and that’s business that stays between Ilya, several ruined sets of sheets, and the thin walls of multiple hotel rooms). When you get down to it, he’s the famous and amazing Ilya Rozanov, yes, but that’s…that’s Shane Hollander. Shane “break the internet, top two and I ain’t number two” Hollander. Shane Thee Hollander.

Two: despite being Shane Thee Hollander, first of his name, baddest of bitches, and the Beyoncé of their field (and a cutie patootie on top of all that), Shane is not loud about his accomplishments—and Ilya thinks he should be. Shane lets the accomplishments speak for themselves. He achieves, breaks records, wins and wins and fucking wins some more, and just keeps going. He’s a force of nature. Ilya thinks his husband should have an opportunity to be loud, braggadocious, and downright obnoxious if and when he wants because, again, he’s Shane fucking Hollander.

So when Shane starts off a conversation with “I’m going to say something kind of mean,” Ilya rolls out the proverbial red carpet. Talk your shit, baby. I’m all ears.

“He’s really confident for someone with such low shooting accuracy.” Exactly. The nerve of him to even breathe your air, much less chirp at you.

“…but if I showed up in that outfit, Twitter would never let me hear the end of it!” You’re so right. He looked awful.

“Fuck him! And not in the good way!” Yup! Say it again! Matter of fact, let me get you a microphone.

“I love Hayden—as a friend, Ilya, Jesus—but maybe a vasectomy is a good idea.” I’d put ten babies in you if I could, but you’re still absolutely right about this. Jackie’s had enough.

“I respect Scott, but he’s not exactly in his prime, you know?” Scott is a dinosaur. It’s a miracle that he dodged the asteroid and made it this long without turning into dust. We should call and tell him ourselves.

“Our wedding was better.” Of course it was. I got to marry you. Any event with you at the center is the best. All the others are bullshit.

“I’m not taking that shit from some fucker with a receding hairline and no points for an entire season. Pick a struggle, asshole.” We should book him a flight to Turkey for one of those procedures. Can’t fix the other thing, though.

But I’d love a fic where one or both of Shane’s parents drop by the cottage for phone charger/laundry pod reasons and find Shane snuggled on the couch fast asleep on Ilya’s chest and that’s how they find out

They’re dressed in soft casual clothes, sleeping like the dead and wrapped around each other like vines and Ilya’s hand is in Shane’s hair and Shane looks so so comfortable and relaxed

free use ilya that, when shane proposes it, in the convoluted way he invents and proposes every kink in the book out of his beautiful mind, ilya thinks it will be the easiest day of his existence. he always wants shane. he wants shane when he's awake, when he's sleeping, when he's eating. he'd throw the chicken parmesan to the fucking floor if shane says, in that sweet voice, I need you inside me I need you now.

free use ilya that sounds even a little bit condescending when he says yes of course I'll be like your dildo I'll be your toy you can fuck me as many times as you want, let's pick a day that we both are home.

but ilya, of course, ilya had forgotten how to the letter is shane, ilya had forgotten how fucking fast shane can bring himself off on ilya's cock, and the thing is—shane is fucking relentless. ilya wakes up already inside shane, and by the time shane is coming ilya is just starting to get there, but when shane is done he's done so it's not his problem ilya didn't come. no worries, shane will want him soon enough. and yes. soon enough he wants him, but he wants his fingers fingers gimme your fingers ilya and ilya. ilya fucking complies, and when he tries to finish himself off, after shane as finished for a second time almost breaking his fingers with how hard he was squeezing on him by the end, shane looks at ilya, almost disappointed. because, you know, dildos don't fucking come. at least not on their own.

so ilya pushes through, jaws almost hurting and balls definitely hurting but something hazy starts overtaking him, and maybe it's just that there is no more blood in his body apart from the one responsible to maintain his cock hard every time just a whiff of shane's scent comes close to him.

so the day is torture because the next time shane just sits on his face and comes like that and at this point ilya can't barely talk, he's soft and pliant and everything is beyond a veil of pleasure fog where only shane comes through, only his voice, you're doing it so good, you're being such a nice toy, I'm so lucky so lucky so lucky.

when shane finally sits down on his cock again it's like fucking into a furnace, ilya is so gone he just takes it while shane rides him in the sofa, not even bouncing, just grinding against him and letting his saliva fall into ilya's open mouth, tears pooling on the sides of his eyes. and he's not gonna make it, it's just impossible, he's going to come and shane will be disappointed because he did not make him one more time; shane pats at his cheek, not even hard, focus on me, babe, I'm almost there, you can do it, and he directs ilya's hand, first to his mouth to spit on it, and then to his cock so he can jerk him off while he grinds and grinds and grinds and finally, oh, fuck, he finally makes that sound that always precedes his orgasm, it's his fourth, ilya thinks, or maybe his fifth and ilya has had zero, nil, nada, and shane is calling him babe and saying now now now you can, now you're allowed and ilya just lets himself go, everything black and stars in the inside of his eyelids and everything that exists is only shane and the squeeze of his rim around ilya's cock, milking him dry, really really kissing him and bringing themselves down from the fucking clouds.