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I really wanna yap about my military frouse AU and I decided to do so by talking about their personalities, body builds and some additional information that's not spoilers
strap in for a ride
for starters - everyone in the AU is a bit older than irl, it gives more reason behind their ranks and my personal thought process of them being in the line of duty for a decade, the team being formed for around 6-7 years
second - their bodies are different as well, we are talking about men who constantly train and go on field missions, I tried to make them look as close as possible but let's be real, okay?
third - while being mature and grown men they sure don't act like that outside of missions LMFAO
I still want them to have those playful dynamics between each other, goofy moments that would break otherwise rather heavy fic. Think of them as scary looking puppies with a lot of emotional damage and unresolved problems
Now! We'll be going down age wise, with me providing photo refs (and I'm sorry for not crediting works in advance, I took everything from pinterest)
John (aka Kryoz aka Sergeant Keyes) - 39 years old
Got his nickname after losing a bet and having to sit in the ice bath for 2 minutes.
He's the one who acts on emotion the most, harsh with both words and actions and more often than not it's hard to understand if he's being genuine. He is very blunt and straightforward and has a very select few whose comfort he will put above his own. The only person who is blessed with a somewhat softer side of him is Smitty.
Has BPD that he did not tell about during medical evaluation. It's a struggle to take care of his diagnosis while being in the military but he genuinely tries (and also Puffer provides him medication. How? John has no idea).
Joined the military around 25 after numerous fails in ordinary jobs (at that point in life he saw the military as his only solution).
Was promoted to Lieutenant multiple times but demoted just as many times due to his temperament, unable to get along with any higher ups until he was switched to TF 406. John really wasn't getting along with anyone on the team — until Smitty. Somehow, that goofy albino managed to become his favourite person, and later on, his partner.
His body build is slim, lithe, but definitely has muscle. Closest comparison would be the builds of rock climbers, and the stamina of one too. This man — along with Pezzy — is the fastest and stealthiest in the squad, and has more agility in his movements than the rest of the boys.
Most of the time it's his job to gather intel/target tracking/cover fire.
John is an exceptional unit on the field, even if he will flood comms with every curse word while at it.
Max (aka Pezzy aka Sergeant Russell) - 37 years old
Got that nickname after repeatedly calling everyone "peasant" and the task force got creative in return.
A bit of a scaredy cat, Pezzy is still not used to being an active field member and also has trouble getting along with people. He is reserved and short-clipped, but if you get to know him becomes absolutely lovely to exist near.
Has selective mutism which he got during his years of service, and that supplied heavily in the change of his character.
Pezzy joined the military around 20 but applied for the medical branch. For almost a decade he was stationed at different bases, providing first aid to units who just returned from missions. Then, during a more demanding year, his position was switched to field medic, where he both got to know TF 406 and got his selective mutism.
After going through therapy and long evaluation he asked to join the Task Force.
Much like John, Pezzy has a slim, athletic build with a bit less muscle due to him joining the field work latest (he'll gain it with time). Where he lacks in strength or speed he makes up with stamina — Pezzy can easily outlast any of the TF members, and that's considering they all can do this all day.
Pezzy is both a scout and a field medic in one, and it's because of him the task force hasn't lost any of its members yet.
Chris (aka Puffer aka Captain Jordan) - 36 years old
Got that nickname after making the most accurate impression of eating pufferfish meme. He wasn't able to live it down.
Tired dad™ with kids all of whom need leashes energy. He is done with life and lives out of spite, fairly easy to ragebait in the most stupid ways possible. Despite it all he still kept his inner child, rarely slipping into a more playful mood that is always welcomed within the TF.
Has prosopagnosia (or face blindness) that he acquired during service after blunt force trauma to his right hemisphere. Despite having it for close to a decade, Puffer still mourns his inability to see faces of his close ones.
Puffer joined the military right after college, having come from a family with an army background. He wasn't given any slack due to his status and climbed ranks with his sheer stubbornness and dedication.
Just before he was promoted to the captain Puffer met Grizzy, and the two clicked instantly. They set up the idea of creating their own task force, and built it from nothing on mutual respect and trust, where they welcomed everyone else.
(yes this is Henry Cavill sue me)
Puffer is a good example of a proper athletic build with a slight chubbiness to him. He has everything proportionally — strength, speed, stamina, this man can do it all (he's a captain for a reason). He might not be the strongest or fastest, but he doesn't need it with his team, because he balances it perfectly.
Puffer is the strategist and infiltrator, it is his job to make sure his team has success.
Matt (aka Blarg aka Lieutenant Elias aka Cloud Runner) - 35 years old
Got his nickname after letting out the longest burp on the comms and solely pissing off Puffer.
The sweetest goof to grace the team, energetic and, frankly, complete pain in the ass. He does not think before he speaks and often acts out of line, but in a twisted way it's charming. Despite Matt being a complete goof you probably won't find anyone better to console in and give genuine advice.
Has tourette syndrome that is mostly faded (leaving him with occasional vocal stims and rare motion stims). This is also the reason Matt doesn't watch his mouth — it was practically impossible to before.
Him and Smitty joined the military together shortly after college. They didn't expect this path, aiming for professional hockey instead, but both didn't get the offer in any leagues, after which Matt impulsively chose the army and Smitty happily followed.
They chose different units, with Matt joining the air force, but stayed impossibly close throughout the years, often assigned the same missions.
Him and Smitty were the first to join the task force — or, more accurately, Smitty was invited and put his foot down to only agree if Matt was with him — making 406 an official task force with 4 people.
Matt already has a very good build, so I won't be changing him. He has excellent muscle, just slightly bulky but overall slim form. He is average in both speed and stamina but has the strength of a formula 1 driver or rock climber (being a pilot and operating the heavy aircraft will do that to you). In that regard Matt comes uncomfortably close to Grizzy.
Matt rarely participates in the field, he is their evacuation/machine cover fire, but can be an excellent bait if he is on his feet.
Jaren (aka Smitty aka Lieutenant Smith) - 35 years old
Got his nickname long before the military thanks to Matt messing up his last name due to vocal tics.
Smitty is nonchalant and easy-going, often silly and, a pain in the ass №2 — or, at least that's how he's trying to appear. Beneath the mask of a clown lies a deeply calculated persona with obsession for control. Not exactly unhealthily, but it does throw him off greatly when things don't go the way he planned. (He is also the reason Matt became so great at reading people, with Smitty rarely opening up to anyone else)
He has albinism, which becomes a frequent problem in the field, because he can't be deployed in overly sunny zones and makes him stand out among most landscapes.
Joined the military with Matt after both didn't get offers in hockey — and that played greatly in developing his control obsession — with Smitty signing up to be a sniper despite all the setbacks. He wanted to prove himself as not just a capable asset, but the best that could be out there with sheer spite and stubbornness. And he was successful with it.
His position satiated his need for control and underlined his accuracy with the rifle — which both Puffer and Grizzy noticed after numerous missions with him. That's how Smitty got invited to the 406, dragging Matt with him.
Smitty has a proper dadbod and I will fight all of you. This man looks like a marshmallow but can and will hold you in a chokehold before sending you to sleep with one punch. He's a sniper, yes, but also incredibly strong in close combat (thanks to his spite and will). Sparring matches between him and Grizzy don't happen often but it will always gather a crowd.
Remember — if you see the glint of a sniper rifle, that means that the sniper sees you. And Smitty always proves excellent cover fire.
Jaime (aka Droid aka Sergeant Garcia) - 32 years old
Got his nickname after proving his tech skills and installing Windows on MacBook.
Droid is loud, sweet, obnoxious (affectionately) and friendly to a painful extent. Social anxiety fears him and there is no one who can resist his smile. He is also a gentle giant, but very few know this and even fewer get to enjoy it.
Has ADHD and (spoilers). It doesn't interfere with his service, except for when he needs to watch over his team on cams for more than 2 hours. (And, being the tech support, it happens too much for his liking)
Joined the military right after highschool to make his family proud. With him growing up amongst a lot of siblings and his parents struggling to really provide, there weren't many great expectations placed on him. He took it in his own hands, and now has a career that brings his parents happiness and his siblings more money to spend.
Droid got into the task force because he knew Grizzy. They both served in the same unit, and grew rather close, until Grizzy stepped away from the service after an incident, making them lose touch. Nonetheless, the next time they met it was with Droid saving Grizzy's ass, which solidified his seat in the team.
Droid would have something close to a dadbod with more prominent muscle. This man is bulky and big, like Puffer but with more visible muscle. Despite that Droid is surprisingly light on his feet and has really good speed, a solid second behind John. Watching this man come close to you at the speed he shouldn't be able to execute is a nightmare fuel.
Droid is technical support, he's the one providing visuals, intel, gathering as much information as he can for the missions, and is an excellent soldier on the field.
Nelson (aka Grizzy aka Lieutenant Ross) - 30 years old
Got his nickname after jumping onto a tree when Droid screamed "Grizzly bear!" and laughing his ass off.
Sweet and intimidating gentle giant. He is the youngest in the group and it shows a lot. He can switch from fun and giddy mood to raging fairly quickly, and any minor inconvenience will be treated as a national tragedy, but he pushes through.
Has PTED (post traumatic embitterment disorder) that he acquired during a mission where he was a sole survivor. That was the incident that made him temporarily leave the army and lose touch with Droid.
Grizzy joined the military shortly after high school, and wanted to be in the air force but due to his size was switched to infantry. Grizzy is still bitter about it and has a joking rivalry with Matt.
He spent roughly a year in intensive therapy after his incident and was considered for retirement, but his stubbornness made him return to the service with a promotion, where he met Puffer.
Grizzy is the definition of dadbod. Tall and wide, with bulking and thick muscle around body fat. His figure is easy to spot and the closer it gets the more concerned you are for your place in the food chain. This is without an exaggeration a one man army by sheer strength alone, although he does lack in speed.
Grizzy is an infiltration specialist — it's his job to pave the road for his squad and open the first fire.
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yap session over, hope y'all got to know the lil goofs in my fic a bit more <3
“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”
“That’s sweet and all but do they touch you the way I touch you? Fuck you the way I fuck you? Mm, yeah, didn’t think so.”
A softly spoken, “Want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
“Let me take care of you, yeah? I’ll do the work.”
“Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.”
“Can I… can I touch you?”
“My God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”
“Can I— can I please touch myself?”
“Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”
“I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Just trust me.”
“You sound/taste/feel/look so fucking good.”
“Oh God, you feel amazing, baby.”
A whispered “Please” slipping out of kiss bitten lips.
“Mine. All mine.”
“You drive me so insane, you don’t even know.”
“I love getting to know you like this.”
“You. Me. Bed. Clothes off. Now.”
“Is this okay?”
“How much do you want this?”
“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.”
“Shh, just a little more…”
“You’re taking me so well, baby.”
“Say please.”
“I want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you.”
“Tell me how you want me.”
Soft whines and whimpers; held back noises because they don’t want anyone else hearing them; a plea for more without the use of words.
“Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.”
“Wanna hear you beg for it, yeah?”
“Where do you want me to touch you?” “I don’t know and I don’t care — I just want your hands on me. Please.”
“P-please just”—a sob—“I just need you to fuck me.”
“Need/want you in me.”
“Beg and maybe I’ll think about it.”
“Not so fast, bun.”
“So… You touch yourself to the thought of me? I’d like to see that in action.”
“Want your fingers in me.”
“Now, why don’t we teach you a lesson?”
“Touch yourself for me.”
“Tell me how you like/want/need it.”
“I wanna taste you on my lips again.”
It’s the gentle and soft touches which send shivers skittering down their spine.
“Rough or gentle?”
“Fuck, look at you right now…”
“You’re really messing with my head here.”
“Fuck, just touch me already! Just— just do something!” “Not so fast. We’ve still got the whole night/day ahead of us.”
“Wanna feel you against me.”
“Don’t wanna come until I feel you in me.”
“Clothes on or clothes off?”
“All yours. Only yours.”
“How about we put that pretty mouth of yours into good use, hm?”
“Fuck, I need/want you so bad.”
“I want you to say my name like that again.”
“Aren’t you desperate?”
“Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?”
“Only I get to touch you like this, okay?”
“Patience, love. We’re getting there.”
“Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”
“Be good for me.”
“You want to come?” “Y-yes, I— please—” “Hm, but do you really deserve to?”
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Let’s make your thoughts a reality, yeah?”
“Imagine how amazing you’d sound when I’m fucking you senseless.”
“I’ll fuck you so good, I promise.”
“I can taste myself on your lips and it’s messing me up real bad.”
“You look like a mess and I love it, because I’m the one who made you like this.”
“You’ve got me all hot and bothered.”
“You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so.”
“Always so needy for me, aren’t you? Can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Please let me come.”
“I-I promise I’ll be good.”
“How are you feeling?”
“God, you feel so good around me.”
“So wet/hard for me already, huh?”
“You good?”
“Mm, always so impatient for me, aren’t you?”
“Do I turn you on that much?” “You don’t even fucking know.”
“You wanna take control?”
“Let me ride you.”
“Behave.”
“F-Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long if you keep doing that.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone more.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Stop fucking teasing me and get to it already.”
“Oh, the things I’d do to you if we were alone right now…”
“Th-There are people outside this door—” “Well, this isn’t about them, is it?”
“Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?”
“Yeah, but they don’t fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked, do they?”
“Might I remind you that these walls aren’t sound proof.”
A softly exhaled, “I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.”
“Do you know how much I love seeing you like this?”
“How do you want me to touch you?”
“Let me show you how much I mean what I say.”
“Gonna make sure you don’t forget about tonight.”
Whispered praises against the other’s lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans.
“Need me to remind you on what happened last night?”
“Oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?”
In a hoarse whisper, “Fuck, you’re killing me here.”
“But you think about me when they’re fucking you, don’t you?” “I… That’s not true.”
“Try not to be so noisy, yeah?”
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“Lift your hips up for me.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re bossy.”
“Look at you, coming undone before I’ve even started touching you.”
“Stop glaring at me like you don’t enjoy me teasing you.”
“I want to be the one fucking you this time.”
“Sweetheart, you’re so responsive to my touch.”
“I think you’d look even better under me.”
“And I think you’d look fucking hot when you’re on top of me.”
“Want you to ruin me.”
“Do whatever you want with me.”
“Just sit on my fucking face already.”
“Who gave you permission to touch yourself?”
“What did I just say?”
“You feel so fucking good in me.”
“You can have all of me if that’s what you want.”
“Baby—shit—I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the bed like this.”
“Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?” “Okay.”
“S-Stop leaving marks on my neck. I have a presentation first thing in the morning.” “Then I get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”
“Let me make you feel good this time?”
“You only get to watch.” “B-but—” “No buts, sweetheart.”
“I’d fuck you right here, right now, if I could.”
“Let’s take it back to my place.”
“Are we— are we really going to do this here?”
“Turn around.”
“You look so cute like this, you know?” “Shut the fuck up and just fuck me already.”
“Why’d you stop?” “Because you sounded too fucking good and so I had like, a moment.”
“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”
“Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart.”
“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.” “Then why don’t you?”
“Spread your legs for me.” … “Spread them wider.”
Hands firm on their thighs, keeping them from snapping them shut.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
A whispered, “Then come for me,” right next to their ear after they beg for release through tears and soft whimpers, because they’ve been edged for way too long.
“Admit it — you want this as much as I do.”
“I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.”
“No one does it like you.”
“Christ, I wanna fuck you so bad.” “You’ll get to do that once we get home.”
“I want you in the most sinful ways possible.”
“Need a hand?”
“Aww, how eager can you get?”
“I want you to touch me like I’m the only thing you could ever want.”
“Can’t— can’t you go faster than this?”
“You like messing with my head, don’t you?” “Only because it clearly turns you on.”
“B-But what about you?” “We can worry about me later. It’s all about you right now.”
“Shit, I’m so fucking hooked on you it’s not even funny.”
“You’d sound so good begging for it.”
“Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.”
“Don’t make too many noises or we’ll get caught.” “That’s part of the thrill.”
“I don’t care, I just need these clothes off so I can fully feel you against me.”
TAGS: omegaverse | mating | smut | threesome | emotional sex | safe, sane & consensual | first time | knotting | crying
this is a part of bigger project so I will not be sharing much plot wise
“Are you sure?”
“Matt, if you’re gonna ask me that one more time I’ll cuck you and only mate with John.”
The beta perked up at the mention of his name, setting the bottles of water onthe nightstand as he shuffled closer to the pair on the bed. John stepped behind Smitty, hands reaching up to land on his shoulders before sliding lowerto wrap around his chest and pull a little closer.
“Jaren.” Matt lolled his head slightly to the side, giving the curly-haired man anunimpressed look and reaching his hand out, fingers interlocking with the other. “You know why I ask.”
Smitty sighed, eyes closing briefly as he took a moment to collect himself and lean more against John’s chest. “I know,” he started, squeezing Matt’s palm with a small smile. “and I appreciate it, but it’s getting ridiculous, okay? I want to mate with both of you, I know it will suck for me, but I’m willing to suffer a bit.”
John rumbled behind him, hands squeezing a little tighter around his shouldersbefore loosening again. “We’re marking you last.” He spoke into Smitty’s hair, breathing in the faint scent of vanilla buttercream before he let go of the omega to climb onto bed. Smitty watched John shuffle around the nest with amused smile, laughing quietly when the beta groaned “son of a cunt!” under his breath at being unable to really stretch his legs. John shot him a glare, reaching for the younger and dragging his body to his side before shoving him against the plush covers with a smile, watching Smitty’s laugh turn to a wheeze as he sprawled on the bed. “Fuck you, bitch.”
“You’ll do it in a minute.” The omega replied almost instantly, catching his breath and enjoying the subtle blush that covered John’s cheeks. Matt nudged John with his knee, his hands sliding down to Smitty’s hair as he looked at the older man with a silent question, glancing at Smitty and back up again.
“Right. Smits, may I?” John looked down, his fingers twitching slightly as he traced Smitty’s cheekbone, ghosting over his jawline and down to the scent patch that covered the other’s glands. The omega slowly closed his eyes, leaning his head to the side and giving John the silent permission he needed.
John let his fingers slide along the patch in calming circles, low murmurs of “you’re okay” falling from his lips as he carefully peeled it off. They were hit with a gentle wave of sweet, vanilla buttercream scent, milky and heady in a way that reminded of home. It seeped through slowly, blanketing the room in comfort — even though Matt picked on the notes of nervous anticipation.
The beta let his eyes trail over the glands, gaze turning soft at the jagged, uneven scars that adorned the delicate skin. It was an ugly sight, one that Smitty always covered, not taking off the patches or turtlenecks even in the safety of his house. Neither Matt nor John pushed, letting him keep this little piece of protection from the outside world.
Matt sneaked his hands lower, thumb gently brushing over the raised skin and bringing a shiver out of Smitty at the featherlight touch. The alpha immediately jerked his hand away, but Smitty turned his head, craning his neck to look into soft brown eyes. “It’s not painful, just sensitive.” He sounded breathless already, cheeks taking on a rosy hue as he looked at Matt with nervous excitement. The older slowly returned his hand, tracing old scars with his fingertips and watching Smitty’s eyes flutter shut, breathing growing just a little heavier.
John let out a low hum, leaning forward to nose at Matt’s neck, tongue darting out to taste the bitter tang of citrus zest on his skin while his hands slid up and down Smitty’s sides in calming manner. The alpha rumbled appreciatively, stretchinghis neck, letting John’s teeth scrape against his throat and tongue lap right along his pulse point.
“You needy whore.” Matt huffed with no real bite in his tone, and the beta wasn’t even hiding his eagerness, silently nodding his head as his hands started dipping below Smitty’s sweater to slide along his stomach.
“Fuckin’ right I am, you taste so good, Mattie.” John breathed roughly, kissing right below Matt’s ear before leaning away with great effort. He took a long moment to collect himself, glancing between Matt’s calm, confident gaze and Smitty’s blown out pupils. “Fuck, I want some OJ now.” That draws a laugh out of Smitty that quickly switches to a shuddering gasp as Matt pulled on his hair and pressed a little harder against the sensitive glands.
“Come on, John,” Smitty tugged at his shirt with a breathless smile, nuzzling his cheek into Matt’s arm before shifting in place to lay more against the alpha’s thigh. “we both know you wanna go first.”
“Okay—okay, just…” John laughed a little, feeling jittery and drunk on pheromones already. He let his hands roam over Smitty’s belly and chest, take in the curves appreciatively as he slotted himself between the younger’s legs and caught Matt’s gaze with his. “You’re gonna mark me while I ride Smit.”
The reaction is immediate – Matt’s gaze darkens, rumble slipping from his throat at the image while Smitty throws his head back with a low groan. The omega nodded eagerly a few times, his hands sliding down to John’s hips to fiddle with his belt while Matt reached out, tanging his fingers in John’s hair and tugging roughly for a kiss. The beta went easily, standing on his knees with his arms propped against Smitty’s chest as Matt licked his bottom lip, John’s mouth opening easily to deepen the kiss.
Smitty couldn’t take his eyes off them — craning his neck to get a better angle at the two openly making out above him, his fingers deftly undoing John’s belt and popping the button open as he watched Matt bite the plush lips teasingly. The alpha wore a pleased smile, the smell of bitter citrus getting heavier as John let out a small noise of pleasure.
They lean away from each other when the beta struggles for air, sharing one breath for two with how close their lips are. John’s chest heaves beneath the shirt, nails digging slightly into Smitty’s soft, pale skin — and Matt licks his lips like a smug bastard, leaning his head to the side, baring his throat for him. “Go on.”
John can’t help the groan that slips from his lips, mouth watering at the sight of unmarked skin and the unspoken promise. Matt tugs him by the hair closer, makes him nose the underside of his jaw as John presses a kiss to the gland, laps the bitter taste with his tongue and finally sinks his teeth with a purpose.
Smitty can feel how much the claim affects them, feeling John’s cock harden fully beneath his palms and Matt’s thighs tense, holding back on the urge to thrust his hips. He can smell the dew and petrichor blending with the citrus, can feel arousal crawling up his own body from all the noises they make.
John rocks his hips forward, his dick pressing right against Smitty’s inner thigh as the younger tugs his jeans down, watching with utter fascination the way the beta leans away from Matt’s neck, leaving a permanent mark behind.
While John moves away briefly to take off his pants the alpha leans down, his pupils dilated and gaze hungry as he catches Smitty’s mouth in a demanding kiss. The angle is awkward, and their lips messily slide against each other, but it still makes the omega melt, small whine building in his throat that Matt immediately swallows.
They can’t stop kissing, leaning away only to hungrily gulp air before tasting each other again. Smitty feels John’s hands on him again, sliding from his sides down to his hips and tugging the soft fabric of his pants along with it. The younger breaks the kiss to hastily lift his hips, letting the beta take off the sweats and his briefs completely. Matt doesn’t waste time, leaning further down trail hot kisses along Smitty’s neck, teeth grazing his pulse point before he sucks the first hickey onto the pale skin.
The omega is momentarily overwhelmed — lips trailing his heartbeat along his neck, hands sliding up and down his hips, dipping between his legs to spread them by his inner thighs. Smitty hears his own noises, short rasps and breathy moans falling gently from his lips as he arches his back off the bed. Matt claims his mouth again in another hungry kiss, his hands roaming over Smitty’s hoodie and settling on his chest before leaning away with a heavy gaze.
“Eyes on me, Smits.” John murmurs with a hungry smile, crawling on Smitty’s lap and letting his hands rest on the other’s thighs, rings digging into soft skin. The beta didn’t bother taking off anything besides his jeans and underwear, the tip of his cock barely rubbing the lowest button of his shirt. He ground his hips once, twice, enjoying Smitty’s breathless whines and Matt’s low, hungry rumble that sent shivers down his spine.
John lifted his hips slightly, one hand sneaking back to grab the omega’s dick and line it, pausing briefly when hands shot up to his hips and a small, concerned noise left Smitty’s throat. He let out a soft chuckle, slowly pushing the tip of Smitty’s cock inside and groaning at the sensation. “I’ve prepped before, was hoping it’ll go the way it did.” That was all the explanation John provided as he sank lower on omega’s cock, biting his lip to muffle the groan that broke from his mouth.
Once fully seated, Smitty’s grip on John’s hips became gentler, thumbs caressing the dip of his hipbones as omega shut his eyes and nuzzled his cheek into Matt’s thigh with a whine. “Fuck you feel amazing.” The omega rasped quietly, rolling his hips once to test the beta and earning an approving moan in return. He did it again, this time nudging John up slightly with his hands before dropping back down, both moaning in pleasure at the feeling.
They set a slow but deep pace, with John bouncing up and down along Smitty’s cock, lifting his hips until only the tip was inside before dropping back down, curses flyingbfrom his mouth in-between the moans. Smitty helped him with his hands, holding the beta steady and thrusting up halfway to meet his hips.
“Look at him, Jare, bouncing on your dick like an eager whore.” Matt spoke softly right against Smitty’s ear, his gaze never leaving the beta’s body as he watched him get lost in the pleasure. John’s head was thrown back, chest heaving with each movement, throaty moans and filthy whines falling from his lips as his hands gripped Smitty’s thighs for dear life. “But this isn’t enough for you, is it? No, you want to be claimed, by me, by Smitty, taken and used for our pleasure like a needy slut you are.” John whined at the words, the noise high and vulnerable as he shook his head up and down, glancing at Matt with pleading eyes.
“Get o—over here and f—fucking claim what’s y—yours then, pussy.” Even though his words were demanding, the tone of John’s voice tipped dangerously close to begging, his eyes zeroed on his alpha’s fangs that peeked behind plush lips.
Matt didn’t need to be told twice.
The alpha stood on his knees, one hand supporting Smitty’s head on his thigh while the other stretched forward, easily tangling in John’s long locks. He tugged harshly, making the beta crane his neck more with a pitiful whine, baring his throat to Matt’s hungry gaze in a show of submission. The younger leaned closer, his tongue peeking out to lap a broad swipe across John’s glands, giving the sensitive skin a soft skin before his canines broke the flesh.
John cried out, the bond between them finally connecting as he sank fully onto Smitty’s dick and felt his thighs shake. The sensation was like nothing else, pleasure momentarily blinding him as he suddenly approached orgasm, feeling his cock twitch against his stomach and his hips grind on Smitty’s lap to prolong the feeling.
Matt eagerly lapped at the glands, the bite red and angry against his tongue as he watched the beta come undone. He let John catch his breath, everything coming to a stop as the elder tried to gather his bearings, to really feel the bond between him and Matt and let aftershocks rock through his body. It was short-lived though, as Matt tugged him by the hair again, until his lips were right against John’s ear. “Now keep bouncing until you make Smitty come like a good whore.”
The beta let his hazy gaze focus on the mentioned boy, taking in his red face, awestruck eyes and the way small noises of pleasure kept falling from his lips in-between each breath. “Come ‘ere.” John shuddered, leaning down and wrapping his shaky hands around the other’s shoulders as he tugged Smitty to sit upright, with Matt shuffling closer until Smitty’s back was firmly against his chest. “God, y—you already look fucked out.”
“Yeah, and you already— fuck— came on my cock.” Smitty gritted through his teeth, another moan falling from his lips when John started moving again. The omega let his head fall against Matt’s shoulder, whines and hisses of pleasure filling the room as his grip on John’s hips tightened, moving along with each thrust and closing his eyes when he felt his own orgasm approach.
John’s unfocused stare caught Matt’s heavy gaze, the alpha glancing down to Smitty’s neck with barely noticeable nod before he started whispering praise in the younger’s ear. The beta understood the hint, squeezing his arms tighter around Smitty when he felt his cock twitch inside him. John leaned down, his breath hot and heavy, uneven against scarred tissue as he let his tongue lap carefully at Smitty’s glands. The omega shuddered, whining high in his throat with his eyes rolling back in pleasure. Teeth grazed the sensitive flash and Smitty bucked his hips one last time, biting back a cry as his orgasm washed over himand John’s teeth sank with intent.
Smitty couldn’t hold back the sob, his eyes squeezed shut as pain overtook his mind. He knew it would be rough, knew the pain was coming with his decision to mate the two, but in the moment, it was so blinding tears easily gathered in his eyes and fell down his cheeks. His whole-body shook, both pain and pleasure mixing in a dangerous and overwhelming sensation that he had to go through, clinging to John desperately.
The omega could hear muted words, soft voices full of admiration and love whispering in his ears as he tried to take deep breaths. He felt John lick the mark carefully, afraid of bringing more pain, felt Matt kissing his temple and cheek, still speaking softly to him. “That’s it, Jare, it’s done. You did so good, baby, so perfect.” The alpha’s lips dragged against his skin with each word, handsdrawing calming circles on his sides while John kissed each indent the bite left.
“F—fuck, and I g—gotta do it again? This hurt l—like shit.” Smitty mumbled through tears after a few minutes, laughing softly while John brushed the tears from his cheeks and carefully slid off his cock. Matt chuckled behind him, hand snaking below his sweater to rest possessively on his belly. John huffed an amused breath, leaning in to capture his lips in a sweet kiss, tasting salt and desire on his lips. “J—John, can I?”
The beta nodded, leaving another kiss on Smitty’s lips before slowly guiding his head to his neck. The younger stared at the mark that was already there for a long moment, feeling his breathing pick up slightly at the idea of sharing the bond. Smitty let his lips touch the glands gently, tongue sliding along the bite to taste the dew and citrus, his mouth watering just from the idea, before sinking his teeth.
John went still, low moan slipping from his lips as he burrowed his hand in Smitty’s curls to keep the omega in place, letting the bond fully form. Smitty let out small, pleased grunts, leaning back only a little to lap gingerly at the new mark to the sounds of shuffling behind him.
“Fuck, I can’t believe we’re doing it.” John murmured after another moment, feeling Smitty’s lips curve into a smile on his neck and watching Matt finally undress. “Come on Smits, one more to go.” He nudged the younger gently, watching with amusement as he reluctantly leaned away and turned to face Matt fully.
“Sorry to break the sweet moment but I’m still horny.” Matt flashed them a smile, sliding closer and claiming Smitty’s mouth in a searing kiss. The omega groaned against his lips, already feeling fresh sparks of arousal simmering in his gut as he leaned heavily against John. “I’m gonna fuck you, face to face so I can see every expression you make. You’re gonna claim me while I drive me cock into you again and again, and when you’re close to passing out I will knot you, claim you, so you can be ours forever.” Smitty let out a keen at Matt’s words, feeling slick running down his inner thighs while John groaned appreciatively behind him. “Sounds good, Jare?”
“Fuck yes!” The omega nodded enthusiastically, spreading his legs while he caught Matt’s mouth for another kiss. He felt the older lifting his thighs slightly, dragging him further up on his lap, Matt’s cock nudging against his entrance a few times purely to tease. “Don’t tease…” Smitty rasped with a slight pout, leaning his head down to rest his forehead against Matt’s shoulder.
With a low chuckle, the alpha slowly started pushing in, feeling Smitty tense a little at the feeling before relaxing in his arms again. He didn’t stop until he fully bottomed out, the omega squeezing him tightly before mouthing his neck.
Matt started moving after a few minutes, slowly at first to get used to the feeling of tight warmth squeezing him and let Smitty adjust, each thrust deliberate and slow as they felt pleasure spark their nerves. Then, the younger scraped his teeth against Matt’s glands, and it made the alpha thrust roughly, hold tighter to the soft body as he picked up the pace. But Smitty didn’t stop, moans and whines slipping from his throat as he kissed the sensitive skin, the previous bite mark with devoted fever. Teeth finally sank into the flesh, with promise and purpose, Matt growling low in his chest as Smitty clung to him and didn’t let go until he was drunk on bitter citrus.
As soon as Smitty’s teeth were away Matt shoved him down on the bed, right into John’s arms. The beta immediately slid around his head, turning it to the side and capturing Smitty’s lips to swallow all the pretty noises he made. Matt leaned more, hooking one leg on his shoulder and dropping the other on the bed in favor of grabbing Smitty’s hand to interlock their fingers.
The alpha picked up the pace, slamming harder into the pliant body beneath and watching Smitty fall apart more and more with each thrust. John kissed around his mouth, his cheeks and forehead, and Smitty melted into gentle affection as much as the pleasure that Matt brought with each drag of his cock inside him. The omega felt the knot starting to form, more and more with each hard thrust, his moans getting higher and needier from the idea of being one with his alpha.
“A—alpha, please— wanna— need you? P—please?” John watched Smitty ramble, choking on his own words as moans slipped between his desperate begging. The beta wrapped his hands around the younger’s head, tilting it to the side slightly and taunting Matt with the sight of his claim. “Close— close s—so close—" Smitty babbled, looking between them tearfully in need for more.
Matt finally snapped, pushing his hips forward and grinding them against Smitty’s thighs, slipping his knot inside with guttural groan. He felt the omega twitch beneath his body, a short, pleasurable sob falling from his lips as another orgasm rolled through his body. The elder leaned down, nosing against the glands briefly as his own body rocked through overwhelming pleasure, and bit the sensitive skin.
Smitty cried out, body tensing up as pain shot through him like a bolt, mind too overstimulated from different sensations. He felt more tears running down his cheeks, sobbing openly as he struggled to catch his breath.
It felt like forever, but slowly, Smitty could grasp reality again, blinking blearily at his two mates with tiredness and affection. “Did so well for us, Smits, so good.” John pressed more kisses to his cheeks, to the corners of his eyes and on his eyelids, getting rid of remaining tears. “You need anything?”
“C—can you grab my hoodie? Don’t wanna s—sleep in this.” Smitty’s voice sounded rough, but he didn’t complain, nodding gratefully when John gave him a thumbs up and stood up to get to the closet. “H—hey there.” He looked down at Matt still on top of him, his face buried in the youngers neck where he licked the marks. They were still locked, Matt’s knot keeping them together for at least another twenty minutes.
“You’re ours now, Jare.” Matt rumbled against his neck, pushing himself up to sit carefully when John returned with the clothing. They helped Smitty change, Matt choosing to sleep naked with John just tugging on briefs, carefully laying on the bed. John helped them drink water, laughing at their awkward position before settling behind Smitty with his arms securely around the other’s waist. Matt left a kiss on Smitty’s hair, one hand wrapping around John’s forearm and the other on the pillow. “And we’re yours.”
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request done :)
again, I apologise for taking so long, but I am a person with a full time job
hope you enjoyed it, I certainly liked writing this out
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I am a person of taste and I consider the idea of sex with clothes incredibly hot
hear me out
smut
John straddling Smitty's hips, hair a mess of sweat-dampened curls that stick to his temples and forehead. He still has his shirt on, buttons half undone in haste, just enough to reveal his happy trail lower and get a glimpse on those tantalising collarbones.
His jewellery makes a noise with each bounce of his hips, chains on the neck hitting each other softly, bracelets jiggling together on his trembling wrists, rings digging into Smitty's supple thighs as he holds on for dear life.
Each bounce makes the tip of his cock bump against one of the buttons on his shirt, makes Smitty hold his waist tighter, crumpling the fabric between his fingertips as they get lost in the urgency of their need.
OR
John pressing Smitty's head down against the cushions, leaning his chest against Smitty's back with each deep thrust while his other hand snakes below the hoodie.
It's that oversized one, soft and very warm that Smitty got specifically for winter, the one he only wears around the house.
John loves ruining Smitty in it, enjoys the tears and little hitched sounds the other makes when his cold fingers skim across the heated skin.
One of the sleeves was rolled up to his elbow while the other almost hid his fingertips, the hood laying against his shoulder as he bites the soft fabric to muffle the noises and shudders when John's hand slide up to run along the dip of his spine.
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sex with clothes is all about the idea, that little mystery that hides behind the fabric even if you know your partner's body by heart.
actually I thought about this one and I will be sharing a small snippet of my abo fic I'm working on and how Matt, John and Smitty mated in that one :>
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The avoidance clawed at his chest, his mind yelling that he was somehow at fault for the boy beside him to be broken. He didn’t know how he could fix this. Didn’t know how to help or comfort the curly-haired man. He was too drunk to think of any appropriate solution.
the more I think about it the more I love the idea of car sex
smut | blowjob | unsafe sex (don't suck dick in a moving car/while they drive)
Smitty has McLaren and a Ferrari (a red one no less) and just imagine.
John is the most spoiled passenger princess ever.
Not only he gets free drives in amazing sport cars looking his best, it's also his boyfriend who spoils him rotten while doing so.
Coffee? Sure, they'll make a stop. Food? No problem, pick a place, they'll be there in ten. And that glove compartment holds all John's little trinkets if he needs something last minute because Smitty is just considerate like that.
But John is one greedy man.
It's not his fault, okay? Smitty just looks amazing. Carefree, confident, with his window slightly rolled down so his dark curls puff out in the wind. One hand on the wheel while the other easily rests on John's knee with his fingers drawing mindless shapes through the fabric, and that combo of aviators with a small smile?
John is down bad.
He knows.
Smitty also knows.
John can see that Smitty knows because his smile turns just a little more crooked, his fingers dig into John's knee just a little harder and his foot presses on the pedal so the car would pick up speed.
"You're a bitch, you know that?"
Smitty laughs every time, turning his head just slightly as they roll into highway and look at him right above the aviators.
"I'm your bitch."
And every time John groans, looks at the empty road ahead and reaches for Smitty's pants.
He ducks under Smitty's arms as soon as they pass the "100 km/h" sign on the side of the road (and Smitty's definitely teetering the limit), deftly working on unzipping his jeans and pushing the elastic band of Smitty's boxers down to let his cock out.
John loves this little game they play. Loves to pretend every time that this will be their last, loves to tease Smitty until he's fully hard beneath his fingertips, loves licking the first drop of precum off the tip before he fully takes him.
John can hear Smitty's breathing getting heavier, can hear the small groans and breathy sighs the younger lets out. Smitty's cock twitches on his tongue and the position is awkward every time but John lives for those moments.
The knowledge that John was unraveling his boyfriend with his mouth right on the highway, in his expensive car while Smitty held onto the wheel for dear life? It all made John's own cock leak with need.
However, those highway moments were always Smitty's, and John made sure it stayed that way.
He let his tongue slide along the veins, let his teeth barely scrape the sensitive flesh, and hollowed his cheeks as much as the stupid angle allowed.
Smitty's hand would slide into his hair when he'd get close, not push further but to hold in place while he let his hips thrust weakly a few times and finish with a chocked curse.
John would lick off every last drop, slide off Smitty's dick with a wet noise and swipe his tongue along his bottom lip with a shit-eating grin.
“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”
“That’s sweet and all but do they touch you the way I touch you? Fuck you the way I fuck you? Mm, yeah, didn’t think so.”
A softly spoken, “Want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
“Let me take care of you, yeah? I’ll do the work.”
“Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.”
“Can I… can I touch you?”
“My God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”
“Can I— can I please touch myself?”
“Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”
“I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Just trust me.”
“You sound/taste/feel/look so fucking good.”
“Oh God, you feel amazing, baby.”
A whispered “Please” slipping out of kiss bitten lips.
“Mine. All mine.”
“You drive me so insane, you don’t even know.”
“I love getting to know you like this.”
“You. Me. Bed. Clothes off. Now.”
“Is this okay?”
“How much do you want this?”
“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.”
“Shh, just a little more…”
“You’re taking me so well, baby.”
“Say please.”
“I want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you.”
“Tell me how you want me.”
Soft whines and whimpers; held back noises because they don’t want anyone else hearing them; a plea for more without the use of words.
“Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.”
“Wanna hear you beg for it, yeah?”
“Where do you want me to touch you?” “I don’t know and I don’t care — I just want your hands on me. Please.”
“P-please just”—a sob—“I just need you to fuck me.”
“Need/want you in me.”
“Beg and maybe I’ll think about it.”
“Not so fast, bun.”
“So… You touch yourself to the thought of me? I’d like to see that in action.”
“Want your fingers in me.”
“Now, why don’t we teach you a lesson?”
“Touch yourself for me.”
“Tell me how you like/want/need it.”
“I wanna taste you on my lips again.”
It’s the gentle and soft touches which send shivers skittering down their spine.
“Rough or gentle?”
“Fuck, look at you right now…”
“You’re really messing with my head here.”
“Fuck, just touch me already! Just— just do something!” “Not so fast. We’ve still got the whole night/day ahead of us.”
“Wanna feel you against me.”
“Don’t wanna come until I feel you in me.”
“Clothes on or clothes off?”
“All yours. Only yours.”
“How about we put that pretty mouth of yours into good use, hm?”
“Fuck, I need/want you so bad.”
“I want you to say my name like that again.”
“Aren’t you desperate?”
“Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?”
“Only I get to touch you like this, okay?”
“Patience, love. We’re getting there.”
“Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”
“Be good for me.”
“You want to come?” “Y-yes, I— please—” “Hm, but do you really deserve to?”
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Let’s make your thoughts a reality, yeah?”
“Imagine how amazing you’d sound when I’m fucking you senseless.”
“I’ll fuck you so good, I promise.”
“I can taste myself on your lips and it’s messing me up real bad.”
“You look like a mess and I love it, because I’m the one who made you like this.”
“You’ve got me all hot and bothered.”
“You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so.”
“Always so needy for me, aren’t you? Can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Please let me come.”
“I-I promise I’ll be good.”
“How are you feeling?”
“God, you feel so good around me.”
“So wet/hard for me already, huh?”
“You good?”
“Mm, always so impatient for me, aren’t you?”
“Do I turn you on that much?” “You don’t even fucking know.”
“You wanna take control?”
“Let me ride you.”
“Behave.”
“F-Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long if you keep doing that.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone more.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Stop fucking teasing me and get to it already.”
“Oh, the things I’d do to you if we were alone right now…”
“Th-There are people outside this door—” “Well, this isn’t about them, is it?”
“Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?”
“Yeah, but they don’t fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked, do they?”
“Might I remind you that these walls aren’t sound proof.”
A softly exhaled, “I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.”
“Do you know how much I love seeing you like this?”
“How do you want me to touch you?”
“Let me show you how much I mean what I say.”
“Gonna make sure you don’t forget about tonight.”
Whispered praises against the other’s lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans.
“Need me to remind you on what happened last night?”
“Oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?”
In a hoarse whisper, “Fuck, you’re killing me here.”
“But you think about me when they’re fucking you, don’t you?” “I… That’s not true.”
“Try not to be so noisy, yeah?”
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“Lift your hips up for me.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re bossy.”
“Look at you, coming undone before I’ve even started touching you.”
“Stop glaring at me like you don’t enjoy me teasing you.”
“I want to be the one fucking you this time.”
“Sweetheart, you’re so responsive to my touch.”
“I think you’d look even better under me.”
“And I think you’d look fucking hot when you’re on top of me.”
“Want you to ruin me.”
“Do whatever you want with me.”
“Just sit on my fucking face already.”
“Who gave you permission to touch yourself?”
“What did I just say?”
“You feel so fucking good in me.”
“You can have all of me if that’s what you want.”
“Baby—shit—I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the bed like this.”
“Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?” “Okay.”
“S-Stop leaving marks on my neck. I have a presentation first thing in the morning.” “Then I get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”
“Let me make you feel good this time?”
“You only get to watch.” “B-but—” “No buts, sweetheart.”
“I’d fuck you right here, right now, if I could.”
“Let’s take it back to my place.”
“Are we— are we really going to do this here?”
“Turn around.”
“You look so cute like this, you know?” “Shut the fuck up and just fuck me already.”
“Why’d you stop?” “Because you sounded too fucking good and so I had like, a moment.”
“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”
“Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart.”
“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.” “Then why don’t you?”
“Spread your legs for me.” … “Spread them wider.”
Hands firm on their thighs, keeping them from snapping them shut.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
A whispered, “Then come for me,” right next to their ear after they beg for release through tears and soft whimpers, because they’ve been edged for way too long.
“Admit it — you want this as much as I do.”
“I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.”
“No one does it like you.”
“Christ, I wanna fuck you so bad.” “You’ll get to do that once we get home.”
“I want you in the most sinful ways possible.”
“Need a hand?”
“Aww, how eager can you get?”
“I want you to touch me like I’m the only thing you could ever want.”
“Can’t— can’t you go faster than this?”
“You like messing with my head, don’t you?” “Only because it clearly turns you on.”
“B-But what about you?” “We can worry about me later. It’s all about you right now.”
“Shit, I’m so fucking hooked on you it’s not even funny.”
“You’d sound so good begging for it.”
“Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.”
“Don’t make too many noises or we’ll get caught.” “That’s part of the thrill.”
“I don’t care, I just need these clothes off so I can fully feel you against me.”
this was brought to you by John's stream where he talked about his love for lower stomach/thighs + my own headcanons <3
suggestive | border smut
Smitty, who is obsessed with John's hands.
John pinning Smitty by the throat as soon as the door shuts behind them, leaning into his face with poorly hidden smirk.
He's not choking him yet, but Smitty can feel the warmth of John's fingertips pressing into his neck, the cool metal of his rings scraping against his skin.
It's a small action, one that John has done a thousand times by now but it still makes Smitty's head spin, cock already hardening in his jeans.
Of course, Smitty being his unapologetically bratty self — smiles in return, licking his bottom lip as he stares right into John's eyes.
"You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid."
"So what if I do?"
But instead of crashing his lips against Smitty's, John lets go of his throat and leans down to kiss already reddening skin in the shape of his palm.
Just as quickly as he grabbed the younger he steps away, flashing a teasing smiles as he leaves Smitty hanging and half-hard right by the front door.
VS
John who is obsessed with Smitty's thighs.
John doesn't get into one of those moods often, but when he does?
There's something about the tantalising, pale flesh of Smitty's inner thighs that makes John's mouth salivate.
They would be laying on the couch, with John's head snugly between Smitty's thighs. But he turns his head a little to the side and Smitty is wearing those home shorts — and John is a goner.
John hikes the shorts higher up Smitty's thighs, tongue immediately darting out to taste the skin before his lips close around the plump flesh and leave the first mark.
John is a devoted man, immediately turning on his stomach, hands wrapping around Smitty's hips as his mouth leaves trail of dark marks along the pale, sensitive skin.
"You look like a pathetic puppy who finally gets to play with their toy."
"You know I'm not pathetic enough yet."
"That'll be you in an hour."
Smitty lets John indulge, satiate that itch and claim his body while already thinking about that promised later.
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