To write is to love

He quickly crouched down to the droid, not willing to pull off his helmet. While he suspected that this droid might have belonged to Skywalker’s father and thus met many clones he was not clear in the idea that it would help his case either way. Instead, he lifted his hands in mock surrender. The droid beeped at him suspiciously.

“Let me guess, Skywalker got himself into trouble.” The astromech just beeped at him in a way Boba could guess he was being cussed out. 

“Look, I am not the only bounty hunter on his tail this time. It is a matter of hours until the less skilled ones make it here.” The beeping turned alarmed, good, some urgency was clearly needed.

“I am not in the business to let my bounties fall into lesser competitions’ hands. Neither am I dishonourable enough to take Skywalker in a less than ideal state. Ideal means after a fight in which I win, of course.” The droid beeped in disbelief. For which statement? Well, Boba never learnt binary. It was better not to know what this particular astromech thought of him. “Let me through and let’s get him on his way.” 

Boba wasn’t sure he was persuasive enough or the astromech decided to murder him if he went back on his words but he got out of his way, prodding appendiges were put away as well. He made his way into the cave. As silent as possible, first came the assessing. He was not one hundred sure Skywalker would not jump him with his lightsaber, which he could not properly use. 

Instead he found the kid curled up in a ball. His flight suit unclasped but not stripped. His helmet laying not too far away. Clearly not an ideal situation, nor a planned landing. His helmet read fever in Skywalker, he was overheating even on the cold cave floor. On which he must have rested for hours now. Something was missing. An information not yet clear to get the whole picture.

He crouched down, reaching out to shake Skywalker up. The kid groaned before groggily looking up at him. The second he registered who was he facing he tensed up, his smell turning sour in fear. His scent? Boba finally registered what his brain boxed away at first. The sweet smell coming from Skywalker. 

“Not here to hurt you Skywalker. Can’t say the same about all the other hunters after you.” He saw as the words registered. His eyes widened, he tried to get up in a fluid movement but fell back just as quickly. Boba caught him before he injured himself. The movement only meant that the air stirred around them, Boba inhaled more of the sweet smell. A smell which should not have been coming from Skywalker. A scent filled with sunshine of the kid’s home planet, with cinnamon and ripe apples. 

“Skywalker are you in fucking heat?” He snapped at him. Skywalker only whined at him. Upset and vulnerable for sure. The kid was a known beta. All bounty plucks gave his designation to warn about how it would be hard to track him by scent. It should have not been possible that everyone got this one information wrong. Hells, even Boba’s searches of all known dwelling places of Skywalker’s never led him to believe otherwise. Yet, here he was with the clearly not beta Skywalker in his arms. This day was getting better and better.

“Hey, hey. How lucid are you from 1 to 10 as of now Skywalker?” It was a truly important question. While he wasn’t against just kidnapping him from this cave he needed information to do so effectively. Thankfully it seemed his actual words and question registered as Skywalker blinked up at his visor.

“I’d say an 8 but it is falling farther down by the minutes.”

“Try to use your jedi nonsense to keep lucid longer. We need to get you out of here. Why are you even here?” He hoisted him up. He was lighter than he would have thought. The day was full of surprises.

“Been doing that. Starting to fail. Suppressants ran out.”

“Why aren’t you with your rebel friends then? Sheltered?” Boba truly didn’t understand. Even he reached out to his trusted associates, not many, when he was going through a rut. That Skywalker was out on an unknown planet, alone, without supplies, may he add, vulnerable was truly incomprehensible.

“They don’t know. No previous jedi was an omega. Unprecedented.”

“They didn’t even ask? What the fuck. You need better friends Skywalker.” Boba was astonished. To think a rebellion was so unprepared that their medics worked basen on assumptions. And yet, they did pull off the impossible once.

“Not their fault. Didn’t tell.” They were nearly out in the open now. The more pressing question was how to get Skywalker onto his ship without alerting all the other bounty hunters. He couldn’t just walk through the way he came. 

“Why the fuck not?” Boba grabbed the younger man’s chin. He was not impressed by the other’s stupidity. Leaving a vulnerability unprotected was asking to be slaughtered.

“Didn’t want to disappoint them,” came the faint answer, with his eyes averted. Of fucking course. The kid wasn’t even a full-fledged jedi but the rebellion already installed in him the impossible requirement to be perfect all the time. Be bigger than life itself even. Banthashit. 

“Look at me,” he growled out, letting his emotions get the best of him, lacing his command with his alpha voice, his hand did not let go of his chin. He could hear the way Skywalker’s breath hitched at the command. “You are not less for your designation, got it? Kicked my ass several times while being an omega, didn’t you? Anyone tell you otherwise? Kick their ass as well.”

Laughter bubbled up from his companion. He clearly needed to hear that. And Boba was not above admitting his own shortcomings. He did fail to capture Skywalker. Repeatedly at that. It had nothing to do with their designation at all. Skywalker was on the road to become a formidable warrior, even if he was untrained still. 

“Now, let’s get you out of here. While I do not doubt we could take care of the others in ideal circumstances, your heat would make it quite difficult for now.” Boba looked around, trying to find a way around the others. What they needed was a distraction. His gaze fell on the astromech.

“Say, how well can you fly?”

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Boba was quite impressed by the little astromech. It was doing perfectly. While it lured away the other bounty hunters, Boba had the chance to walk a stretch with his jedi burden before signalling his coordinates to the Slave I. It was a plan that only worked due to the droid’s impressive flying skills as bait. 

As soon as he was in his ship, he put Skywalker down on his bunk before ascendidng into the cockpit. They needed to get out of atmo. And save the droid from getting shot down. Boba didn’t need another rescue mission on his plate. He sent coordinates to the droid as he engaged some of the ships in pursuit. It wasn’t against bounty hunter code to take out the competition, after all. When he cleared a path he signalled to the astromech to make the jump, just as he did. He didn’t calculate a long hyperspace route. He still needed to get it out of Skywalker where to bring him, after all. But hopefully it will lose some of their pursuers.

Once they were safely travelling through hyperspace, he went back down to Skywalker. Finding him where he left him, only his pilot outfit was missing, leaving him in a shirt and pants that have seen better days. His suit was laying on the floor not too far away. He sat next to him on his bed.

“Still with me? Give me the number Skywalker.” He made the younger look at him, no way to hold a conversation while he was curled up. 

“6. Won’t stay for long.”

Great, he was tempering his descent, probably with his Jedi magic, but he was falling into heat. Faster than Boba would have liked it. He was clearly heading into the first wave of his heat. Skywalker was stretching out the time until it arrived, but it would arrive. And then it would be followed by another, leaving clear minds only during the time between them. They would ebb and flow as the days progressed, bringing bigger waves, more frequently. But they would end, just the way all heats and ruts did. 

“Where to now, Skywalker? You must have a safe place to ride it out.” He did not want to think about the fact that it was most likely not true. Why else would have been on a random planet? It physically hurt him to get the next question out.

“Should I contact Solo?” He knew the man was a beta. But he was not going to get into the habit of questioning people’s choices in their love life. Yet, Skywalker only huffed.

“No place. Han is not mine to claim.” What a strange way to answer, Boba mused. Skywalker sounded sure of his words. Yet there was no disappointment in his words, no rage of a jilted lover. His words were placid, they fell into the silence as gravity pulled everything down - sure, inevitable. His words mirrored those of the old republic jedi, someone who had seen what no ordinary mortal could ever comprehend. He wasn’t about to question it. But it still left him with no clear place to fly to. It wasn’t like they could indefinitely stay in hyperspace. And Skywalker’s X-wing will garner attention after they get out of it.

“Great. Any great ideas on how to solve this?” He was not waiting for an actual answer. He was more than familiar with the way these times clouded their thoughts. And he had not readied his ship with supplies. Let alone heat aids. He had some rut aids, but that would not help Skywalker in the slightest.

He did not see Skywalker move before he was in his lap suddenly. His head trying to burrow into the slight gap between his helmet and shoulder. Shit, he forgot he did not always wear suppressant patches to sleep. His bed was smelling of his natural alpha scent. It must have been one of the reasons the kid lost himself for now. Giving alpha scent to an omega entering heat was only beneficial if they were about to get down dirty. As if to prove him right, Skywalker moaned “Alpha” as he reached down to put pressure on his straining erection. 

“None of that,” he grabbed his hands into one of his own, even as the other whined in protest. He needed the omega clear headed for a bit longer. He was not about to take advantage of him. They needed to think of a plan. He took his helmet off, hoping Skywalker would be able to focus better on a human face.

“Need” was the only word out of the omega’s mouth before his head fell onto his pauldron. He took a few deep breaths before straightening out once again. His head must have cleared enough without continuously breathing in his scent to pull on his jedi magic. More clarity shone in his eyes as he looked at him.

“Back with me, kid?” Boba asked, not letting go of his hands just yet. 

“Not a sight I have seen before,” he smarted out. Yeah, Skywalker was back to his senses. For how long was the great question. Boba snorted at the comment. Unable to stop himself from answering.

“Go back 20 years and you would see nothing else on the front lines.” Seeing his uncomprehending face, Boba shook his head. History lessons can wait for another day. “Can you ride your heat out alone?” He asked the most important question. 

Skywalker contemplated it, he knew it by the way his eyelids fell closed and his muscles tensed in his hand. He must have used all his remaining mental fortitude. 

“No,” came the answer as his blue eyes locked onto his brown ones. Boba’s com beeped. They had 2 minutes left before reaching their destination in the middle of nowhere.

“Okay, anyone to contact to help?” He asked, just to be on the safe side. It would make things easier if Skywalker had an alpha that would help him. 

“No one, but I can think of someone to help me.” Came the clearly mischievous answer before Skywalker leaned closer, leaving his neck vulnerable as he whispered into his ear. “Won’t you help me, alpha?” 

And fuck if that didn’t sound tempting. Boba felt the way his blood rushed southward. Skywalker was going to be his death. He grabbed his chin with his other hand, bringing him into a kiss. The omega wanted to be taken? He was more than willing to deliver. He bit Skywalker’s lower lip soothing it with his tongue before diving into his mouth. He tasted sweet. He was about to roll them over when the com beeped out again. They arrived.

He growled as he tore himself away from his prize. He shook his head. He needed to get them to safety first. Even as Skywalker whined about losing his body heat, he got up. He let go of his hands first, but pulled on his chin up as he stood above him. He couldn’t stop himself from tracing his spit slick lips with his thumb, and groaned when the little minx licked his leather clad finger. He wanted to see him even more debauched. He leaned down to his ear, biting it.

“No touching yourself until I’m back, got it? I want you as clear-headed as possible when I take you first. Understood, Skywalker?”

He watched, satisfied, as Skywalker’s Adam's apple bobbed and he nodded a few times in fast succession. The kid was way too cute for his own good. Boba looked forward to seeing him in the throes of passion. He was curious how far down would the blush go that adorned his cheeks. He couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss before turning to leave. It was tempting him, and he was no saint.

He slid his helmet back on, it helped him tune out the omega’s scent. Even if only a tad. Just as he was turning the corner and ready to get into the cockpit, he heard Skywalker call out after him.

“Name’s Luke, Fett. Use it.”

“You can call me Boba, then. Luke.” He shouted back. It was not everyday he let someone use it. Felt way to personal otherwise. But Skywalker, Luke, was about to get personal with him, he could give it to him.

“I’d rather call you mine,” he heard the smartass quip back. He shook his helmeted head, cheeky omega. Though he would be lying if he said he didn’t like the sound of it. The heat pheromones were clearly getting to him as well. Yet, he was sure Luke was not just acting on his heat. He was consciously choosing him. And if that wasn't a turn on. Why else would he contemplate taking him as his own? There was no precedent of a bounty turning into a  friend, let alone a mate. But this day was already outside of expectations. Boba wasn’t about to screw himself over even more, he told himself as he reached the cockpit. 

He first contacted the droid. R2-D2 as he declared himself over the comms. He wasn’t sure the X-wing had enough fuel for his plans. And he would prefer R2 to be in the Slave I to land, Boba believes he will be too occupied to do that. Thankfully, there were external docking clamps to make the logistics easier. After R2 boarded the Slave I, Boba made sure to give him a sitrep. He wasn’t about to be murdered by an astromech for touching his owner. He wasn’t suicidal.

Then he made the comm call he needed to. He wasn’t sure what and where Hondo was at this time. The pirate was as trustworthy for now as an eel was easy to catch. So he dialed Bossk. It wasn’t the first time he asked for safe space, but he knew the trandoshian will know something was fishy. His rut wasn’t due for several standard months. 

The moment the call connected, he was looking at one of his allies. Not always, they were bounty hunters both, but they were  not about to throw away their history over bounties and betrayals. Those just came with the work. He nodded at him.

“Bossk, I need safe landing and safety while on-planet. Also supplies.”

Bossk studied him for a while. Trying to gather information even lightyears away.

“Isss your rut not monthsss away yet?” The disapproval in his voice told Boba enough, even if his rut was the reason, Bossk would have thought him better prepared. And Boba knew he wasn’t getting out of this without giving up some information.

“Not a rut. Omega in heat. Woefully unprepared, might I add.” He saw the disbelief on the trandoshan’s face. He knew Boba enough to know he wasn’t charitable enough to just save omegas in need. Boba groaned. 

“Fine. I promised to help, okay? They are mine for now.” He knew his claim crossed the line into inevitability. Skywalker no longer could be categorised into the plain box of a bounty.

Bossk just laughed at him. The bastard. But Boba wasn’t done with him yet. They couldn’t waltz into Empire space, not with the X-wing in tow. 

“Bossk, I need a discreet place. No imperials or other hunters around.” He was improperly amused at the way Bossk put two and two together. It was a well-known fact in their circles that Boba was after Skywalker the last time they saw him. And now he was seeking out a discreet place away from groups that would search for Skywalker. Bossk wasn’t stupid, one didn’t live to be as old as him in this profession if they were stupid.

“I needn’t tell you this is strictly confidential, do I?” He showed his blaster, not above threats. It would end with the trandoshan dead if he betrayed him this time. It wasn’t a wise idea to irritate an alpha about to claim their omega. Especially if it was Boba Fett, deadly even with a clear head. Bossk just shook his head and sent him coordinates.

“We shall dissskusss your work etiquette later Boba, a bounty, truly? I shall sssend my niece with sssuppliesss.”

“Wasn’t exactly planned, Bossk. I ain’t bringing in an omega in heat to the Empire. What would they do to him?” He growled at the idea. Not over his dead body. The Empire will not get his omega, that is for sure. 

“Either way, I owe you one Bossk. I’ll leave things to this R2 unit. I’ve got better things to do. Believe me, he is more than capable.” The astromech proudly beeped as he rolled over and disconnected the call. Gleeful of getting unlimited access to a new ship.

“Do not mess things up.” He threatened him. Not sure what he would do to him, either way. 

It wasn’t a long walk back to the bunks. But he made sure to grab a water bottle on his way. It was imperative they don’t get dehydrated. And he had no need for his armour either. It wasn’t going to protect him, and it will get in the way. He stopped to get out of it, not taking his time as usual. He usually paid it its due, honoring his father and the mandalorians he felt no real connection with. He was no mandalorian, according to them. But he was his father’s son. A proud Fett. But today, he had no time for such ceremonious delays. He made sure nothing was gonna catch on fire if he left it, and then left it there.

He also decided to get rid of the suppressant patches. No need to keep his scent at bay now, hell it probably will help Luke to actually smell him and not just his bed with traces of his scent. He immediately smelled the difference as the patches left his skin. He was not unaffected, his smell richer than usual, probably enticing the omega. Not that Luke needed much seduction.

He found Luke where he left him. Only this time he was not sitting there as he did so last time. No, he had his head buried in his pillow, taking in as much of his scent as he could. His hips were making shallow thrusts. He had to hand it to him. He was not touching himself. He let him know his presence by burying his hand into his blond locks. Petting his silky locks. 

Then he flexed his fingers. Pulling him towards him, Luke followed with a soft growl about leaving his preferred place. Boba had none of it. He pulled him close before biting into his neck. Not hard, but clearly stating his displeasure of being ignored. He did not just compromise himself to be ignored by his omega.

Having gotten his attention, he pulled him in for a kiss. Luke immediately clung onto him. Clearly lost in his heat. It would not clear for a while, not while he was so keyed up. He arranged them so Luke was straddling one of his thighs. He would not fuck him while the omega was totally lost in the haze. At least not at first.

He grabbed Luke’s hips with both hands. Easily bringing him into a filthy grind as he sucked on his tongue. He enjoyed breathing in the needy scent of his horny omega, especially as Luke decided to take his pleasure and sped up his movements. Feeling it, Boba took his hands from his hips to cup his ass. Digging his fingers into it, taking his pleasure higher as he let one of his fingers put pressure against his hole.

Luke wrenched his head away, gasping for air. Then he smelled it. Boba’s scent was no longer coming from just the residue on his pillow and bedding. The whole ship was filled with the alpha’s stormy scent. And its source? Was within reach. It was so clearly fitting for the alpha. Luke could smell the way water splashed against rocks, unforgiving, untameable. Yet so seductive. Without thinking, Luke dived for the alpha’s throat, literally tearing the man’s shirt away to get his mouth on his glands. He tasted as good as he smelled. Tasting of the sweetness buried under beskar, stowed away to keep others away. But Luke will not be like the others. He got his mouth on him. The Alpha is going to be his.

Boba let the omega mouth at his throat. He was aware of the danger. He was one move away from lying dead on the floor. But he was more than sure that Luke wanted his scent, and his dick, not his death. At least at the moment. He let his head fall back, giving more access to his omega. In the same moment, he flexed his leg, pushing it against Luke’s movements, letting his fingers put more pressure on his hole through his soaked pants.

“That’s it, Luke, you are doing well.” He rained praises onto his omega, who was jerking his hips in a less and less coordinated manner. He must have been close now. 

“Cum for me, Luke. Mark me up.” 

It took less than thirty seconds for his words to work their magic. Luke moaned harshly, biting into his neck harder to muffle himself as his hips came to a stop, tensing up in his arms.  It seemed that the omega had a possessive streak in him. It wasn’t a surprise after the way Luke went for his neck, biting and licking. He cupped his cheek with his hand, pulling his head against his, resting their foreheads together, resolutely not thinking about what any seasoned Mandalorian would think and know of the gesture. Luke Skywalker was no mandalorian, he was ignorant to the meanings.

“That’s a good boy. Back with me?” He did not miss how Luke’s pupil dilated at the praise. Good to know. He found a weakness he was more than willing to exploit. Later. 

“Yeah,” came the dopey answer with a fitting smile. “Now, get me out of these pants. They are way too sticky for my tastes.” 

“Bossy much?” Boba chuckled, even as his hands moved to help him out of the soaked fabric. 

“Very. You got me like this, better take some responsibility.” Luke huffed at him, lifting his hips to ease the way. 

“Oh, I plan to,” Boba crooned back with a grin. He tossed the fabric aside, leaving Luke only in his shirt. His scent hit him harder than ever before. His slick beckoned him to take a taste, to bury his knot into his sweet omega and pump his full until he was round with kids. He swallowed, shaking the image from his head, it wasn’t possible either way. He made sure to not knock up anyone up accidentally, meds were truly wonderful. He grabbed Luke’s remaining cloth. “Shirt too?”

“Everything,” Luke breathed, already moving to get it off. Their hands tangled as they got him out of his shirt. As their hands touched, Boba slotted their fingers together, pulling it to his lips. Laying down kisses on it before tasting his skin for the first time, but definitely not the last. He shoved Luke to lie on the bed, now bare. 

He took the time to just gaze on his prey, his blush really did stretch down to his chest, his lips were kiss-swollen, his pupils blown wide. His nipples were already hard, beckoning him to bite them, to mark with his teeth. Luke looked like a fine meal, especially as he let his legs fall apart, showing off his slick coated thighs. Boba felt incredibly hungry.

Luke’s hands grabbed onto Boba’s shirt, yanking on it. Not at all kindly. “Off. No leaving me naked alone.” He demanded. Boba laughed, obeying his words. He would have made a show out of tearing it off, but Boba kind of lacked a stash of unlimited clothes. And he was not in the habit of going shopping. Therefore ho only yanked it off and tossed it away, closely followed by his pants. 

He had a front row seat to watch Luke’s eyes widen, his hand reaching out to touch. Boba was proud of his physique, and even more so to see it please his omega. His fingers traced Boba’s chest, following old scars; a blaster burn close to his shoulder, a jagged line across his ribs, the still fresher scar of a vibroblade on his abdomen. There were numerous others too. The ones too old or not serious enough to leave a mark. A map of pain and injuries, some leaving behind emotional pain rather than lines on his skin. 

“How many?” Luke asked, no disgust in his eyes, only a curiosity that was not stolen away by the heat. 

“Lost count ages ago.” He caught one of his wandering hands, pressing a kiss into the calloused palm, a palm which was no stranger to hard work. “Hazard of the job. And of Republic prison.”

Yet, Luke did not let himself get distracted. His other hand continued its exploration, following a scar as it bled into another. Following the taut lines of muscles, touching to his heart’s content. Boba’s breath hitched as the fingers, feather light in their touch, passed over his sides. He was ticklish. The little minx caught on as well, trailing back to it again, smiling.

“You are beautiful,” he said it like he believed it. Like he was challenging the whole universe to dare and change his mind. Boba didn’t remember the last time anyone looked at him like that. 

He couldn’t help but snort, shaking his head. “I’m a scarred-up bounty hunter at least a decade your senior.”

“I heard no information that would change my mind.” Luke leaned in, pressing his lips to one scar after the other. As if memorizing all that marked up his body. When he found a free spot, on one of his pecks, he bit into him with intent. Leaving a perfect imprint of his teeth. “Maybe I need to add my own marks. Make sure everyone knows that this alpha is mine.” 

His grin was feral, even as he looked up at him, batting his eyelashes innocently. Boba shuddered at the possessiveness. He wasn’t used to being wanted. He let it spread warmth through his body, making him all the more aware of the way he was ready to claim his omega. Yet, he wanted to taste him first, leave the first of his marks upon his skin. He pulled Luke into a filthy kiss, letting their salive run down the omega’s chin before he pushed him back down to the bed. 

He took his time tasting the expanse of skin under him. Enjoyed the way Luke’s hands found their way into his hair, flexing as he licked his way up his leg. Biting into his inner tigh, finally taking his first taste of his slick. He tasted amazing, sweetness not overpowering the tangy taste of his wetness. He pressed a kiss onto a healing blaster graze.

“Got some luck, huh?” 

“The Force is looking out for me…” came the breathy reply, drowning into a moan as Boba buried himself into his pubes. Licking his erection to taste his seed as well. He did not stay long, kissing his way upwards, biting his hipbones as he went. By the time he reached his nipples, Luke looked just about ready to orgasm. Boba grinned wickedly before taking one of his nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently before biting it.

Luke arched off the bed, his fingers pulling on his hair. “Oh — Boba — please!” He hardly needed to ask as he felt Luke’s temperature skyrocket, his scent taking on a desperate edge. But he was nothing if not a man taking his pleasure getting his omega admit their needs. An alpha desperate to be wanted, to be allowed to take care of what declared itself as his. 

“What do you need?”

“You. Inside. Please.” The omega whined at him, all neediness and want.

“How is your head?” Boba pet his hair before letting his hands roam his sides. He rested their foreheads together. Luke hummed in consideration, sneaking one of his legs to bracket Boba’s.

“Was a seven when we started. Slipped down a bit.” He pecked his lips before letting his head retake its position against the alpha’s. “This helps.” 

And fuck if Boba wasn't touched. Luke held such a visceral part of him with such words.words. He pressed a sweet kiss onto his lips. Letting Luke guide his hand in between his legs. 

“I know what I want. And it is you.”

Boba groaned as his fingers slid through the slick. Luke was so wet already. The heat aiding his body, preparing him to be taken. He let his fingers graze his hole, testing the waters.

“More,” the minx demanded, rocking back against his hand, trying to force the digits inside.

“Patience.” He pressed kisses against his jaw, his throat, his waiting lips; anywhere he could reach as he slowly slid a finger, then two when he felt no resistance. “Not gonna hurt you.”

“Won’t.” Luke seemed certain as he moaned out through the intrusion of his fingers, but it mattered not. Boba was going to make sure his omega was ready to take his dick. As he slowly slid in another finger Luke’s head fell back. “So good, alpha.”

Instead of just focusing on stretching him further, Boba curled his fingers, searching. When he touched Luke’s prostate, he nearly sobbed, his back arching beautifully.

“That’s it cyar'ika,” Boba murmured, alternating between working that spot and stretching him. “That is what you need, isn’t it?”

“Need you,” Luke corrected him. His hand reaching down to fist Boba’s erection, playing with its head before slipping to the base, putting pressure there. “Need your knot in me. Like, yesterday.”

Boba groaned at the feeling, it wasn’t like he had too much time to take care of his baser needs nowadays. And hearing those words from that split slick, red lips? His self-restraint just about snapped.

“Let me just —”

“Now, alpha.” His eyes were hazy. Clearly, the next wave was about to crash into him. “Boba, if you don’t get inside me in ten seconds, I’m riding you until I’m satisfied.” 

That wasn’t as much as a threat as he must have meant it to be, Boba mused. It was certainly something he wanted to see. Perhaps in the following days. But he wasn’t about to let himself lose the chance to fuck him into his bed first.

“How do you want me?” 

Luke pulled him closer with his leg, pulling his head down into a kiss.

“Like this. Want to watch you come apart for me.” And if that wasn’t a treat. To be able to watch Luke as he came on his knot at the first time. He could compromise by letting the omega see him too. He lined himself up, pushing in slowly, he didn’t want to hurt him. Luke was perfect, wet and relaxed as he steadily pushed in. 

“Don’t stop.” Luke urged, wrapping his legs around Boba’s waist, pulling him in as best as he could. “Oh, fuck — you are perfect.”

Boba bottomed out with a moan, buried to the hilt. For a moment they breathed in tandem, trading sweet kisses as they adjusted to the overwhelming feelings. Then Luke rolled his hips experimentally and Boba saw stars. No biology book would be able to prepare him with their clinical texts to actually fucking an omega in heat. Their pheromones were in overdrive, keying them up, bringing their pleasure higher.

“Move,” Luke commanded. And Boba was not cruel enough to leave him wanting. He started moving, slow at first. But his pace became frantic as his control slipped, as Luke urged him to fuck him faster, harder, more. Their bodies slapped together with wet and obscene sounds. But they couldn’t drown out Luke’s desperate little moans and gasps. It drove Boba fucking wild.

“So good,” Boba growled out the praise, angling his hips to nail Luke’s prostrate with every thrust. “Taking me so well. Such a perfect omega for me.”

Luke keened at the praise, his nails leaving red marks on his back. Their scents were mixing so well, filling the whole ship. Boba wanted nothing else but to live with the scent forever, fucking their combined scent into all horizontal places on the ship. He wanted to take his omega in his pilot seat. He wanted the marks on his back to never fade before they get replaced by new ones.

He buried his head into the omega’s neck, grasping his hip with one hand, pulling him even harder against his thrusts. He wanted to carve himself into his body, never to be apart. He wanted the omega to only gain pleasure from his cock. From his mouth, his hands, his knot. He wanted him all to himself. He belonged there, under him. On his knot. Boba was distantly aware he was slipping into ferality, yet he didn’t care. Not with such a sweet omega on his cock, trying to pull him closer as he cried out in pleasure. Trying to milk him of his cum. He wanted to breed him.

Boba felt his knot swell, he was so close to tying them together now. Luke’s words were beyond incoherent by now, babbling nonsense intertwined with alpha and Boba’s name. 

“Gonna knot you know, ready?” Luke just nodded, probably not even registering the actual question. Boba licked at the neck in front of him, and Luke arched it, offering it up. Boba’s canines ached with the need to bury them into the vulnerable patch of skin, to mark Luke permanently his. 

As his knot caught on the next thrust Luke arched off the bed, shoving himself even more onto the knot, clenching around Boba in his orgasm. It dragged him down with him, Boba came as well, marking him up from the inside. He wrenched his head away from his neck, biting hard into his own arm. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. It tasted like an opportunity lost to his inner alpha, but Boba decided it tasted like control. Like consent, and that mattered much more. Especially as he looked at Luke’s blissed-out face. 

He let his other hand trace his features. The heated and red cheeks, those perfect lips. Feeling the way those lashes fluttered against his thumb as Luke started to work through the bliss and blinked up at him. His smile was breathtaking. Soft, full of wonder. Boba wasn’t sure what the little jedi saw, let alone in him, but it seemed to please him a great deal.

Boba pulled him into his lap, while the position was great for sex, it was not great for waiting out the time his knot went down. Luke’s breath hitched due to the change in position, Boba’s dick sitting differently inside him now. But it took only a minute for him to compose himself, basking in the pheromones of a successful knotting, his heat satisfied for a little while. And Boba saw the exact moment Luke noticed the blood on his lips, and his arm as well. He was nothing if not perceptive in the best and worse ways he could be.

“You,” he started, brows furrowing. “You bit yourself.”

“Yeah.” Boba kissed him, tasting the question before it came. Letting Luke taste his blood, blood he did not draw himself but was his to claim either way. “Had to bite something.”

Luke brought the arm up to inspect it. Licking the wound clean of blood. Nuzzling against it once he deemed it adequately clean. He tilted his head to the side. “You didn’t want to bite me?” It shouldn’t have sounded so small, like he was afraid of rejection, even while he was seated on Boba’s knot, getting filled with his seed. Boba was just about ready to tear everyone apart who ever dared to even suggest to Luke that he wasn’t a catch. That it was normal that someone didn’t want him to be theirs. He tipped his head by his chin, making Luke look him in the eyes. 

“Wanted to make you mine. Wanted it so fucking much I tore my arm open, Luke.” He wanted to make him understand. To make him see how fucking much of a miracle he was, coming into Boba’s life in a heat daze and lighting his world up as if he were a Sun back on Tatooine.

“It is not a choice that is mine to take away from you.” Boba knew he didn’t deserve him. Even if Luke never wanted to see him again after his heat ends, he would have nothing that could convince him to stay. Even if the only thing he ever gets of this omega was a few days, it was not his place to demand more of him. Boba Fett was aware of his place in the galaxy, a clone, a bounty hunter. Someone who did not get to want things, someone who did not get the things he secretly dared to hope for.

Something like wonder crossed over Luke’s features at his words. “Oh,” he breathed, soft like the whispers of wind between the tree’s leaves. The omega grinned at him, hummed contently and tucked himself closer to Boba. Breathing against his neck, taking in all his scent of a sated alpha could offer. 

Boba stroked his hair, reaching for the water bottle with his other hand. Making Luke take small gulps of it for now. They could bask in the afterglow for now. The next wave would arrive soon after his knot goes down. Until then Boba could be content to breathe in the Spring’s soft sunshine as it warmed the waters of the ocean.

The heat lasted three days.

Boba lost track of time around the fifth wave, when Luke remained lucid less and less. When his need became constant hum beneath his skin instead of cresting peaks. But Boba was there for it all, taking care of him.

He fulfilled his needs, taking Luke on every surface of the ship he could. Against the wall of the refresher after cleaning them a bit and making Luke gulp down some water. Bent the omega over the navigation console in the cockpit after they were safely on the ground. (R2 was not impressed given his indignant beeps as he rolled away. Boba was sure they were being cursed out.) He even took Luke on his words, making him ride him in the pilot’s seat, leaning back to enjoy the sight of Luke taking what he needed. Boba was tempted to film it, the omega looked desperate as he rode him, single-mindedly focused on his pleasure until he collapsed bonelessly against Boba’s chest. Only then did Boba take over, bouncing him until he was a sobbing mess on his knot. 

Between the waves, when Luke surfaced enough to think clearly, or at least more clearly, Boba fed him. Ration bars at first, not ideal but packed with nutrients and calories. Then with fruits and other fresh products tha Bossk’s niece brought them. He also made sure the omega had enough fluids in his system, holding the bottle to his lips when Luke’s hands shaked too much to do so himself. Freshening them up was nearly a futile endeavor, they were sticky within minutes of cleaning, sticky with sweat, slick, and cum. 

The waves peaked on the second day, barely letting Luke rest for half an hour in between them. Boba fucked him through them all, knotting him again and again until his own body ached with exhaustion. Muscles sore he never knew existed. It was an exercise in control as he had to reign in the impulse to mark him up. His own arms looked mauled by the end of it. Luke always traced them with wonder in his eyes.

On the third day, the waves became less frequent, bringing more clarity. Luke slept more as well, tired from their constant fucking. But it didn’t mean his needs were sated yet. Boba woke several times to a needy omega licking and biting him, even as he rode him. But it became less frequent, the times grew when Boba could just stroke Luke’s hair as he slept or trace idle patterns on his sweaty back.

It was the fourth day’s morning that Luke woke fully clear-headed and back to his normal temperature. His voice was raspy from days of moaning and screaming in pleasure, even as he smiled up at Boba tiredly.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself.” Boba brought a water bottle to his lips to soothe his throat. “How are you feeling?”

“Sticky.” Grimaced Luke after drinking. Boba couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Sore, tired, hungry.” Then he let his eyes roam Boba’s body, full of Luke’s marks. Still gloriously naked. “Satisfied.”

Boba huffed at him, he doubted he could make his body go another round for while, either way. He pressed a chaste kiss onto Luke’s lips before getting up and lifting Luke into his arms. He looked at the sorry state of his bunk.

“I think I need to buy a new one.”

“Hm?” Luke followed his gaze and flushed adorably at the sight. The bunk was teared up, copious amount of slick and cum stained it, fresh and long dried both.

“Let’s get cleaned up. Then we can eat something. I’m sure your devil astromech is more than ready to have you back.”

“Oh Force, R2! He must be…” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “Nah, knowing him, he’s probably reorganized your entire filing system and updated your navigation charts. And I am being optimistic.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me.” He shouldered his way into the refresher, making sure to support most of Luke’s weight as he cleaned them both up. He even had to slap away Luke’s hand as it started playing with his cock. Boba was not up for another round. He did find Luke gorgeous, but without the added pheromones to aid his refractory period he was spent. 

Luke huffed at him but only buried his head into his neck. Pouting and murmuring out “Mean” as if it would help him get his way. Unfortunately for Luke, it would not work. Boba finished cleaning then drying them both. He sat them down in the bunk after stripping it from its contents and pulling forth the only change he had for it. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do.

Luke let himself be hand-fed before nuzzling into Boba, content. Boba looked on, amused as a yawn took over his face. “Sleepy?”

“Uhum,” Luke nodded, kissing into his neck. “But you know. I have been wanting to do something.”

“Is that so?” Boba pulled him closer. Ready to drift into sleep.

“Yeah,” Luke didn’t elaborate on his wants. Boba was about to leave him to his thoughts, he would tell him if he wanted to. It wasn’t his right to be nosy. But then a jolt of pain shot through his neck, to be precise his gland. The little minx bit him. Not even lightly, Boba could feel their bond forming, not complete yet, not until he took the omega as his. 

Luke grinned up at him, licking his blood from his lips. “Tastes good, alpha mine.” He tilted his head, showing off his vulnerable neck. Boba didn’t think before his canines were already buried into the offered gland. It felt right, the was his whole world shifted as their bond snapped into place. If only he wasn’t completely spent. He would fuck his new mate into the bed. Instead, he just pulled him down, lying down, cardling him in his arms.

“Well, this certainly complicates things.” He couldn’t help but say. He kissed him still. It was just like Skywalker to take what he wanted, repercussions be damned.

“Hm, well, you will have to meet my friends. Yours already know of me, so that is easy.” Boba groaned at him goodnaturedly. It seemed Luke thought of things, Boba dreaded the idea of meeting Solo without his blaster aimed at him. The man was insufferable.

“You still have a bounty on your head. I am a bounty hunter.” He despaired, Vader would kill him if he told him he refused the job now. Let alone if the man learnt about him having Luke and not bringing him in. He was a dead man walking, he was sure of it. 

“I mean,” Luke whispered into the space between their lips. “you could still hunt me. I’ll be a good little prey for you. Maybe I’ll even let you catch me sometimes. I bet you have numerous thoughts on how to handle a captured mate.” His hand petted his cock to get his meaning across. And fuck if Boba wasn’t intrigued, he could see Luke on his knees in a cave, tears streaming down his face as he sucked him off. He could imagine taking him against a tree in the forest, cuffing his hands then take his time exploring his body till the omega sobbed to be fucked. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” the jedi laughed. Boba guessed his thoughts were way too loud. He huffed and pulled Luke closer, it was no time to hold serious conversations. They had enough time for it after sleeping.

“That’s a we will talk about it later.” He kissed his forming protests off his lips. Tucking him closer to himself. These things were the problems for future Boba, one who is not sleep deprived. He breathed in, soothed by their mingled scent.

As horny as you felt, you knew it would not go away, even if you touched yourself. This kind of mood only caught you when you needed your dear boyfriend to take care of your baser needs. You groaned and got up from the bed, your pajama pants somewhat sticky with your wetness. Great, and you couldn’t even get on your bike to get to the hospital in record time. You were on leave and thus any traffic violations would not be ignored, and you weren’t in the right mind to drive either.

However, you could doll yourself up, just a tad. In the way that you knew Zayne would not say no to. The way he liked to claim you. Just the thought of his possessive hands on your waist as he pulled you closer to himself was enough to make you pant. 

You got out one of your smallest skirts, still covering your ass, but it enhanced your curves and attached a snowflake charm to it. It wasn’t a big one, but noticeable and a clear show of your loyalties. If you weren’t planning on using public transport, you wouldn’t have bothered with panties at all. This way you put on one of your smallest pieces, it is gonna be soaked through the second Zayne gets his hands on you. You stand in front of your shirts, nothing too constricting would be good. But you didn’t want to have anything too short either. In the end, you decided on a shoulderless piece. No bra. That would be counterproductive, you smirked as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked great, with putting your hair up so that your neck was free as well, you looked positively delectable, if you said so yourself. 

Getting on the bus was easy, sitting all the way through? Not so much, your mind was on your boyfriend. Of all the way he will react when he sees you. The way his pupils will dilate, his precise hands shake as he tries to reign himself in. All the ways he is going to ruin you for anyone else, again. All the fantasies just made you throb, your cheeks heating up as well. 

At the hospital’s stop, you might as have flewn down of the bus. Your strides were purposeful. You stopped by the bakery to bring Zayne a treat. Well, aside from yourself.  It wasn’t like anyone was gonna stop you, even if you arrived empty handed. But you liked the disguise of bringing lunch, or at least snacks. Most of the  staff already knew you by name. And the ones who didn’t at least knew you belonged with Dr Zayne. Greyson waved at you, seemingly busy. Yvonne nodded towards Zayne’s office.

“He finished a surgery not long ago. If nothing urgent comes up, he is free for an hour. I told him to get some rest while he can, but he is gonna be happy to eat sweets.” 

You nodded happily. Your timing couldn’t have been more perfect, it seems. You slightly felt guilty. The only sweets you wanted Zayne to eat at that moment was yourself. Just as the only nectar you craved was the honey of his lips. 

You silently opened his office’s door, making sure to close and lock it after yourself. Zayne was sitting on the sofa, his head rested at the top, his neck inviting you to take a bite. Exhaustion was clear on his face, the surgery must have been a difficult one.  You nearly feel guilty about interrupting him. Only nearly.

His eyes remain closed, he is not sleeping, not yet. But he isn’t aware fully. In the limbo between dreams and the waking world. Tuned out anything but his pager probably. Anyone else’s presence might have disturbed him, but not yours. Which just gave you the perfect opportunity. You placed the sweets on his desk and placed yourself over him. Slowly lowering yourself onto his lap, cardling him in your arms, whispering into his ear.

“Good morning, dear. I brought you some snacks.” 

Zayne’s hands hugged your waist, pulling you closer to himself, until you were fully seated on his lap. His eyes fluttered open, the green depths shining with his unhidden happines of having you in his grasp. You leaned down to steal a kiss, an innocent one. For now. 

“Hm, nothing better than to wake to you in my sight.” His voice was hoarse, he probably didn’t drink enough before the surgery and forgot to do it after. While he was an expert at taking care of you, he lacked the discipline to do it for himself. Luckily, you were always at the ready to help him. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and quickly untangled yourself. 

Stepping away, you were aware when his brain catched up with his eyes, he took a sharper breath than before, a tell-tale sign that your outfit affected him in the way you wanted it to. You grinned as you reached down for his water bottle, always put away from the desk where sensitive documents rest, lest they become wet. You made sure to show off yourself as you retrieved the bottle and poured some water into his mug. 

You slauntered back with his water, seating yourself in his lap once again and holding up his mug. Fluttering your lashes innocently. His right hand took the mug, drinking the water, while his left hand found his home on your waist. His fingers tense. As he put the mug away, his fingers dug into your skin, a testament of his failing self-control. He pulled your hips down, you happily followed his direction, rubbing yourself on his lap, feeling the effect you had on him clearly. 

His right hand sneaked into your hair, pulling you into a deep kiss. You enthusiastically let him claim your mouth and continued to gently rut against him. You felt yourself get wetter, your excuse of panties soaked through easily. You let your head fall back, breaking a kiss with a moan. You weren’t the only one, Zayne’s heavy breathing filled the room as well, you’ve never heard anything more erotic in your life. With your neck arched he  immediately moved his mouth there, littering it with bites, kisses, and licks.

“You brought yourself to be my snack? Doused yourself in alcohol to intoxiate me?”

“I actually brought cakes as well,” you panted out as his hand pulled down your shirt, exposing your breasts. The world’s best idea was not wearing a bra, was your thought as he licked one of your nipples. Your fingers combed into his hair pulling him even closer. He knew exactly what you needed, his lips pleasuring your breasts while his hand dictated the rythm of your hips, smearing your wetness all over his pants and hardness. 

This was exactly what you hav ebeen craving all day, his hands, his mouth, his body. All yours, taking care of you. Bringing your throbbing pussy closer to orgasm. But even still, floating in the pleasure like this was never enough. You needed your boyfriend to claim you completely. Wanted his self-control to snap, to manhandle you the way he wished. The way his patience would snap when you made him eat alcoholic chocolate, when you teased him a bit too much. 

“Zayne, please.” You whined, pulling on his hair, which only prompted him to swat your ass and pull you onto himself with more force, his hips also grinding up, fanning the flames of pleasure higher. 

“What do you need? Tell me.” He ordered you, growling with need, voice gone husky from arousal. 

“Need you in me. Needed you all day.” You brought his hand to your throbbing cunt. “All my thoughts revolved around you, all the ways I could ride you. The ways you would hold me down or against the wall while fucking me so good. Owning my body the way only you can.” 

“Yeah? Were you horny for me all day?” He asked the obvious, his thumb putting pressure onto your clit while his other fingers felt around the seam of your underwear, smearing your slick even more. 

“Yeah,” you whined, reaching down to get him out of his pants, to get one step closer to your goal. His dick, in you, to be precise. If only he would oblige you and fuck you till you forgot your name. You started feeling him up in your hand, up at the crown, slow circling motions, that you knew drive him crazy to be inside you. Slowly caressing his entire length, rolling your hips down to grind against him, enticing him further. By the soft moans he let out, he wasn’t unaffected. You decided to drive your point of need home clearly.

“Zayne, if you aren’t fucking me in the next 30 seconds, you will sleep on the sofa,” you threatened. And in your needy state, it was less of a threat and more like a whine and begging.

“That sofa is not big enough for us both.” He bit your nipple in retailation. 

Before any smart comeback could find its way out of your mouth aside from a pleasured yelp, his practiced fingers pulled your panties aside, not bothering with removing them, and plunged a finger into you. You let your head fall back, letting your hand work him faster now that you were closer to having him actually be inside you,  working further into impatiently adding a second finger into your soppy pussy. You knew he would be willing to spend hours just stretching you, making sure you can easily take him. But you didn’t have that much time. By the time his whole length was glistening with your slick, you had enough of his teasing stretching. You batted his hand away with your own, positioning yourself perfectly over his erection, and slowly lowered yourself.

As he breached you, tears of relief seeped out of your eyes. As the first couple escaped your lashes, Zayne’s hands clamped down on your hips, effectively halting any movements. You nearly sobbed. His forehead touched yours, claiming your attention.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” He frowned adorably, his ears flaming red, his cheeks a more subdued pink. His lips bitten red by your teeth. His eyes feverish with pleasure but still so rational, still looking out for you, your comfort. You couldn’t help letting out a small chuckle. Bringing up a hand, you buried it in his hair. Pulling him even closer. His concern was touching, but usually very unnecessary, you had plenty of practice taking him. 

“Not at all, I’m fine. Relieved to have you for myself…” and in me. You didn’t have to finish the sentence. He has known you for long enough to guess it, if his answering smirk was any indication. You kissed it off his mouth, he had no right to be so handsome while you looked like a mess, tears flowing freely now.

“Then take me.” He challenged, thrusting up at the same time as he pulled you down by your hips, unceremoniously impaling you on him. If it weren’t for his tongue in your mouth, your scream would have alerted all patients and workers around his office to your activities. His hands wandered up to your breasts, fondling them as he let you ride him, resting back against the couch. 

You could hardly believe his shamelessness.  But it wasn’t a problem. You threw both arms around his neck, gaining leverage to move. Your pace was anything but slow, you had been too keyed up all day to take this slow now. He felt perfect in you, hitting your good spots with every thrust. You loved riding him, nearly as much as when he loses control and just completely blows your mind. As your orgasm neared, your nails scratched his back, your moans got louder, even as you tried to bite them back, no need to alert the whole place.

“That’s it, dear.” His hand sneaked down again, flicking your clit as you rose and fell on him. His breathing was shallow, even though you were intimately familiar with his great endurance. “You cry so beautifully for me.” He kissed a tear off your face pathing down to your mouth to silence your moans with another kiss.

You were so close already, if only his finger wasn’t just teasing your clit. You counsciously tightened up, making use of every muscle you have learnt to use to your advantage. You whined into his mouth, pleading with him.

“Going to come for me?” His teasing finger became purposeful, putting a steady pressure on your clit as he started to work it in circular motions, even as you sped up even more to get him to hit your sweet spots as much as possible. It was as if your strings had been cut. Your whole body slumped over, your head came to rest on his shoulder as you bit into him to muffle your scream, your wild motions became grinds to prolong the pleasure lighting up your body’s each molecule before stilling. Your pussy continued to flutter around him, still hard. You weren’t sure if the whiteness you saw was from the pleasure or his shirt. His lips rained kisses on your head. It took you a moment to heve your higher brain functions back. You blinked up at him.

“Back with me?” His hand caressed your cheek, pulling you into a tender kiss.

“Yeah.” You straightened up, pulling your attention to his still hard member resting inside your pussy. You gave an experimental grind. Slightly uncomfortable from the overstimuli your brain registered, but pleasant still. “You haven’t yet cum.” It wasn’t a question. Nor was it anything but an order. While your body was satisfied, you would only be totally sated when you heard your boyfriend’s erotic moans he always failed to muffle as he came inside you. 

“Don’t worry, I’m close.” He reestablished his hold on your hips, thrusting up into you, while pulling you down to meet him, sending jolts of pleasure into your body. You have been so well conditioned, so well-trained by him. Your body was nearly ready to have a second round just by him taking the lead. Even as you held no power to lift yourself, you could watch his muscles strain, his biceps bulge as he lifted you up, again and again. As if you weighted nothing. You were here now to sate his pleasure, and you loved every second of it.

“You were a vision darling. Made for me. You knew what will you do to me when you came in here. Dressed for seduction.” He bit another bruise onto your breasts, multiplying the existing ones, as if he were a painter and you his canvas. An artwork to showcase who you belong with. His pants were a symphony to your ears, prompting you to fan the flames in him further.

“Yeah, cum for me Zayne. Mark me up even more.” You whispered into his ear, knowing well how much he loves it when you lean into his possessive side. And you love to see him as he loses himself. But you decided that you will pull all stops today, you want to see him at the hight of his pleasure.

“Make me yours.” You pulled one of his hand to your stomach. “Why not put a baby in me so it will be clear to everyone who I belong with?” You grinned as his hips jerked and he let out a hiss. His hand on your stomach fanned out, cardling your imaginary baby. The other clutched you closer, keeping you close as he gave shorter thrust. His breathy moans echoed in your ears as he stilled but for him twitching in you. 

“That was totally cheating,” he rasped out, kissing your smililng lips. He gently lifted you from himself, seating you on the coach. You delgihtfully let him do so, only moving to put your panties back into their place, they weren’t perfect, but they should hold his seed from running down your legs for a little bit. He put himself back in his pants before grabbing his water and the bag of pastries you brought. He stood before you, lifting your head to make your eyes meet.

“If that wasn’t a comment made in the heat of the moment we will talk about it at home, like responsible adults.” You nodded. Even you were unsure how much of it was a joke to make him snap and how much of it was a hidden desire bubbling to the surface. Maybe you were so horny because you were ovulating and your lizard brain took over with wanting to be impregnated by your mate. Whatever, you weren’t the doctor between the two of you. Zayne will know it better.

Satisfied with your response, Zayne handed you his gathered rations. You obediently drank some water and let him hand-feed you pastries between sweet kisses that tasted like strawberry and chocolate. It wasn’t long before his phone rang with the set alarm. He had 5 minutes left from his break. With a sigh, he discarded his clothes filthy with both of your fluids and put on a clean set. It wasn’t the first time you surprised him in the office, it was clearly a must to have a clean change of clothes in here as well.

You also gathered yourself up, sporting a new set of bruises from his hands, his lips, his teeth. How noone would put two and two together about how you spent the most of his break was above your intelligence. But you always thought they feigned ignorance to not embarrass you. Or so their boss would remain happy longer. You would bet Zayne worked with a new spring in his legs after your visits. Whether they be innocent or erotic in nature.

Just as you were styling your hair to hide at least some of your lovebites a coat was hung on your shoulders. Well, not just a coat, Zayne’s suit’s coat. Looking back and up at him, his ears were tellingly red. 

“You should wear this. I know how cold you can get.”  You didn’t call him out, it was like 30°C outside. But it not only helped you hide his marks from unwanted eyes, it was also clearly a man’s, his, coat. You smiled at him, and lay a kiss on his cheek.

“See you at home.” You walked out giddy, smelling his comforting scent around you from his coat. You had to come up with an idea to welcome him home. Maybe wear one of the lingerie you secretly ordered? Or you could run him a nice bath to let him relax after his shift. 

Without waiting for an answer, he had already disconnected the call. You sighed but obediently turned to take the detour. Of course, it had to be Taiga next. And while on a work call for Jabberwock as well. It couldn’t have been a worse timing if Taiga somehow had any influence on the matter. Bringing in a tiny carnivore to the farm animals? Not the way you imagined your day going. 

Nevertheless, this was how your day was going. Nothing better than hearing Romeo’s screeching voice as he tried to wrangle with a literal toddler who was trying to bite into one of his face-cremes. Based on Taiga’s face, he completely knew what he was doing. 

“Don’t just stand there!! Catch him and get him out of here! It will be all your fault that I get wrinkles!”

Knowing better than to try and use force on the toddler, you planted yourself on the floor. Without even looking at him, you started pulling the onesies out of your bag. Humming to yourself all the while. It didn’t take two minutes for Taiga, the toddler, to get curious about what you were doing. 

He ran over, watched you for a while before snatching one of the onesies on the floor and mightily declared “Mine”. You weren’t about to argue. 

“What are you going to do with it?” 

“Mine.” He clutched it closer to himself, as if you attempted to take it away from him. 

“Why don’t you put it on then?”

“Hmph.” He bit into the fabric.

“Well, I will be going to Haru for the day.”

“Harry?” It instantly got Taiga’s attention. 

“But you can’t come.”

“Why? I am going.” Still a little tyrant, wasn’t he?

“No one can come without clothes.”

Aside from a growl, the only answer you got was the sound of a toddler dressing. As successfully as he could manage. 

“Now, we go.” He stomped his little leg.

You nodded at him, straightening his clothes and lifting him into your arms for easier transportation. It wasn’t a fussless action, but Taiga could be easily bribed with the idea of a shorter wait. 

And thus, leaving behind a bewildered Romeo, you and a tiny Taiga in a tiger onesie walked to Jabberwock dorm. Where the ghouls were divided by the appearance of a tiny carnivore in their midst. 

Haru, by all means, thought him to be cute. After all, the second Taiga spotted him, he ran over to bother him. Ren immediately sighed about having one more animal to take care of now. And Towa, well, it was a great thing that they were inside the safety of the house. Taiga might have been killed otherwise. No one should face Towa’s wrath.

But, all things considered, Haru seemed okay with being the designated babysitter while you helped Ren out around the farm. Many of the animals were already used to you and didn’t make much of a fuss at being taken care of by you. 

The river of time flowed without issue towards night, when, around 5, you heard the shriek of Haru from inside the house. You ran inside without thinking, forgetting that Haru and Towa were stronger than you by leaps and bounds for sure. And thus, more equipped to deal with any problems arising. 

“No, don’t bite Peekaboo! Taiga! NO!” was what welcomed you as you rushed in through the door, Ren but a step behind you. 

And for sure, Taiga was clutching a Peekaboo not much smaller than his current form and trying to bite into his ears, while Haru was trying, futilely so far, to get him to let go. It was a comedic sight, if only it didn’t involve a chance of bodily harm to, well, many of the present people. 

It all ended more anticlimatically than expected. Peekaboo, less frightened by a toddler Taiga than the normal-sized counterpart had enough of being manhandled and threatened. He puffed his cheeks and chomped down on the hand holding him. 

Taiga cried out in pain and let go of Peekaboo immediately. Then tears gathered in his eyes, and he stomped towards you, hands out, outright sobbing by the time he arrived at your legs. You picked him up, soothing him, it was one in a million sight to see Taiga cry, but in his current toddler form, you couldn’t bring yourself to scold him. It wouldn’t stick either way; you knew him well enough to know this. 

As you went closer, the boy’s eyes snapped open, turning to face you. A growl left his throat, but it immediately died out when he saw you. He probably retained at least some part of his memories if he recognized you. Or maybe your scent was familiar. Either way, he tilted his head to the side, looking positively like a puppy. Oh, my! That is exactly what he was after all! OH NO! You shook yourself, this is not the time for this! You lifted him up, bundling him into too-big clothes, and ran out. 

“Rui!” When his head appeared at the other end of the stairs you showed him Lyca in your arms. “I don’t think you all are immune to the virus.”

“Clearly not,” he replied letting you pass by. “I don’t think we have anything that would fit him.”

Oh, yeah, you can’t make Lyca go through the day butt naked. Clearly, that would not be wise. But you also couldn’t let him bi in his oversized clothes either. You knew from experience that asking the Academy will do you no good.

“I’ll manage it somehow. I’ll bring him back when he is back to a reasonable age.” You nodded to Rui while walking out of the dorm. While walking through the garden you opened your phone and called the one person you knew will be able to get you onesies in less than an hour. 

“Yes”

“Umm… Not to sound strange… But would you be able to get me onesies for children around…” You looked at Lyca in your arms. “How old are you now?” When the answer was a confused face you let it go. “Two? Maybe three years old of age?”

“The virus?”

“The virus. It turns out you ghouls are not at all immune to it either.” Maybe your voice showed a bit too much of glee as you could hear a long-suffering sigh on the other end of the line.

“How many do you need?”

“Around 21?” 

“Got it. Come pick it up in an hour.”

The phone call ended without any more words exchanged. It was typical, you just shrugged and made your way towards Frostheim. You looked down at Lyca, bouncing him a bit in your arms.

“How about we go see Subaru-kun after we get you some new clothes?”

Lyca’s ears perked up, it seemed like he wasn’t fully able to control his transformation. Whether it was an age thing or the Cursevirus, you didn’t know. He looked up at you, very excited as his tail wagged in a furious rhythm. You would have bet your entire life that Lyca knew who you were talking about.

When you stepped into Frostheim you were greeted by several students tending to small toddlers. They sent you sympathetic looks. At least theirs aren’t ghouls. You are still afraid what will happen with some of the others when they get turned into toddlers. Will Ed become a human again? The virus was too confusing for you, and even Yuri said he knows next to nothing about it. Which clearly hurt his pride to admit.

Well, given the situation, you decided to focus on the task at hand. You walked up to Jin’s room and knocked 5 times as usual. When your phone vibrated, you walked right in, knowing you got permission to enter. Or at least you thought that was what it meant! But clearly not! Jin was half naked, pulling up his shirt. You squeaked and put a hand before the small Lyca’s eyes.

“You should read the message.” Jin drawled, not in a hurry to hide his naked torso. And you felt no shame at looking. Well, one of your arms was holding Lyca, the other covering his eyes. You had no free hand. What were you supposed to do? Turn around? Maybe? Walk out? Possibly. But you didn’t care at all. 

“Where are the onesies?” You looked over the room, looking for a big pile of children’s clothing. You spotted a box next to the bed, nodded towards it. “Is that it?” 

Jin grunted in an affirmative. Finally finishing buttoning up his shirt. “I did not choose them. I take no criticism for them.”

“Got it.” You set down Lyca on the bed and opened up the box, lifting out the nicely folded onesies. They were all animal themed… Hmmm… You looked through them. Some of them, you instantly knew which ghoul should wear when they get infected. Some, you were hesitant about. You fished out the wolf one and helped Lyca into it. A cheesy choice. But he looked so cute! 

Your phone’s folder will be full of cute ghouls! You snapped a quick photo before helping Lyca down from the bed.

“Let’s go surprise Subaru-kun, hmm?” You reached out, and Lyca grabbed onto your hand, pulling you towards the door.

“Go! Let’ go! Let’s go to Suba-kun!”

“I’ll pick up the clothes on my way home.” You called out to Jin as you let Lyca pull you towards the door. He stepped in front of you two, eliciting a growl from Lyca’s throat. 

“I’ll make one of the brats bring it to your dorm. The child might not turn back till much later.” He patted your head then stole a kiss onto your forehead before moving out of the way and letting the kiddified Lyca pull you towards Hotarubi. Clearly following his nose rather than basing anything on his knowledge. Thankfully the onesies came with protective shoes, so you won’t have to carry all the boys around all day.

During your walk you wrote to Subaru to let him know that you are bringing a virus affected Lyca. He wrote back about his willingness to host you both till Lyca got better. You thanked him, telling him you two are on your way. 

When you arrived at the edge of the dorm, where sunny weather turned into everlasting rain, Subaru stood there waiting for you with a spare umbrella. Lyca made uppie hands towards him. Subaru instantly took him into his hands.

“Ah, let me hold the umbrella so you won’t get wet.” You took the umbrella and put it over them. While you got a little wet, at least the small Lyca got through the rain without a speck of raindrop. All the while he was talking off Subaru’s ear about all the things with the enthusiasm only small children have.

As you walked into the room, Haku threw a towel on your shoulder, scolding you for not taking care of yourself better. You let him and Zenji fuss over you, keeping an eye on Lyca, who seemed to be an energetic child, who liked to talk off Subaru’s ear. He totally had favourite persons. He didn’t even spare a glance at Haku, but pulled you closer so you all could listen to his tales about chasing squirrels in the forest. Whether these were such fond memories that they stayed with him, or if they got clearer due to the virus, you didn’t know. It was certainly cute.

What made your day perhaps was the way Haku got a carton box out of nowhere, and put the small Lyca into it, who immediately claimed it as his new den. And if Haku tried to go even an inch closer that Lyca deemed safe, his ears would perk up, a growl leaving him. But then he would look at Subaru, waiting to be chastised and he would take out his best puppy eyes to look pitiful.

Your phone’s gallery held new pictures, a folder dedicated to smol ghouls now. You were looking forward to gathering more.

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Given the total male community of ghouls, the best bet you could make was Romeo. Even if he didn’t know how to do so, he had a bunch of employees, near servants. There must be at least one girl who knows how to do it right, right?

Thus, you brought over the dress, the shoes and your meager makeup kit. You have never been one to use it much, the most you know is the basic foundation, blush, mascara, lipstick. You hoped for the best as you walked into Sinostra. You were far from an uncommon sight in the Casino given your work, so no one even glanced your way as you made your way up to the rooms.

As you were led inside Romeo was sitting in his usual chair, ordering people around as usual. Seeing you, he sighed. He knew, if you were not here for your inspector work then you needed something. Not that your inspector work didn’t bring him enough headaches. Why was Taiga so prone to eat anomalies? You awkwardly shuffled your feet.

“Out with it! I don’t have time to dally with you all day long.”

“Umm… Can you do my makeup?” You ask while looking at anywhere but him. “It is for a mission! I have to go to a high class party,” you added hurriedly.

“Do I look like your servant?! Me, Fico doing a BB’s makeup? Do I look insane to you?”

“I could mention your great contribution in the case file?”

And thus an hour later you walked out of the room all dolled up and ready for the party. He even made one of his house members style your hair. You really were grateful for the help. You will not look too out of place at the fancy high-end party.

The Galaxy Express ride, while beautiful, went uneventful as you read the case file once again just to be safe. Your work wasn’t anything strenuous, just gathering intel for one of Frostheim’s missions. According to the file a suspected anomaly was turning up at a few fancy parties. Nothing too malicious happened yet, but a few women would complain about strange noises in the restrooms. Like someone was watching them, but when they called out, only silence. Creepy. Maybe they weren’t wrong to send someone to investigate. It wasn’t every party, so you might just go, try to talk with some of the women and “enjoy” the high end life…

You walked to the party’s place from the closest Galaxy stop, getting out your invitation and steeling yourself to appear composed and regal. No use of all this planning if you can’t sell yourself as someone belonging there. You walked up the steps to the double doors, taking out your invitation and handing it to the butler standing in front of it. 

He looked at the invitation, which you really hoped was actually real and not just a great replica, may the academy not fuck you over like that. Then he looked at you up and down. You were feeling his judging stare. Something was wrong with the invitation? Your clothes? Your makeup? Hair? Oh god.

“I haven’t seen you at one of these parties yet.” He crossed his arms. “I have zero idea where you got the fake invitation but you better give getting in up. You are not the first who brings a convincing replica.”

Oh god! You didn’t look like you belonged, right? No matter how you dress up a pumpkin, it will still only be a pumpkin. And anyone who knows pumpkins will recognize it in a glance. You were near panicking in your mind. How to deal with the situation? Insist you belonged? But if he asks for a family name? What would you say? Puff up and make a scene? Cry? Abort the whole mission and demand the academy come up with better plans?

As you stood there, silent but for a frown adoring your face, a slender arm sneaked around your waist, pulling you into a solid chest. You glance up, you could guess who the hand belonged to by the way it clutched you possessively. Your brain does not betray you, Jin’s unimpressed face looks straight at the butler.

“Is there a problem here?” He pulls you even closer, which you didn’t think was possible.

“I… the girl…” The butler gulped, clearly recognizing the Kamurai family’s son. 

Jin raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him. His commanding aura was not less than if he used his stigma to make the man fall to his knees right there. Maybe he wouldn’t even need to use it. You relaxed in his arms, knowing he is going to take care of you.

Not even ten seconds later the butler opened the double doors and let you two in, bowing low as you walked through it. Before you entered the actual ball room Jin stopped to look at you.

“What are you doing here?”

“Working,” you replied casually. There was nothing more to it, you had orders from up high, you had to comply.

“Without an escort? Not even one ghoul?” He frowned, but you knew his ire was not aimed towards you.

“I think I just got myself one.” You slipped from his arm to lay your own onto his, into the typical escorting position, smiling up at him. Well, maybe grinning would have been the better description. He chuckled at your antics, pulling your hand to his lips, laying a gentle kiss onto it.

“If the lady insists.”

You walk into the ballroom with your arms linked, having given him the details of your mission. Given the sensitive nature of the case, he let you go to investigate while he did his own job as the Kamurai family’s heir. Meaning PR, which really was just standing around looking menacing as men old enough to be his father looked humbled by his presence. It was quite funny if you were honest.

You mingled with the women, trying to gain a scrap of information that could help the investigation. Given your penchant for the worst luck, neither of them were one of the victims. They told you some gossip but that is as far as their knowledge went. Today also seemed to be a quiet, calm night. Not a scream from the direction of the restrooms.

Well, at least you got out of the school grounds. A night spent in a luxurious ball room with soft classical music, a bar not far away, finely dressed people you have nothing in common with. Just your idea of a fun night out… Not so much. With little left to do but suffer through the night, you headed to the bar. If you had to be here is case the anomaly, if it is an anomaly, shows up, you were going to get a drink. 

Thus decided, you walked to the bar, plopping yourself down on one of the barstools. The place was fancy, but it lacked the charm and homely feeling you would get at Rui’s bar. As you looked through the menu a drink was placed in front of you. You glanced up at the bartender.

“Courtesy of the man over there.” He pointed to a man sitting not too far away. You grimaced and pushed the drink away, the man looked old enough to be your father, creepy predator. When he saw the drink being taken away, instead of getting the neon lighted huge NO signal, he moved to the stool next to you. Paying him no mind, you looked at the bartender.

“A strawberry daiquiri, please.”

As the bartender set the cocktail in front of you, the guy next to you piped up. What you wouldn’t have given to shut his mouth, preferably with one of the fancy barstools.

“Let me cover that,” he said, all slimy and not at all visibly wanting to gain your favour. Which was still so gross. As if it was his right just because he had money and you looked young and alone. Thankfully the bartender looked at you before doing anything. At least he was a professional, not disregarding you for your age or gender.

“No, write it up to Kamurai’s name,” you said, looking at nowhere but the bartender. Jin said not to worry about any expenses, he had you covered, the academy didn’t give you any money after all. They really expected you to do nothing but investigate, like a good little robot. The bartender nodded and walked away, clearly someone who knew not to argue. 

“Pfff.” The man next to you let out an undignified bark of laughter. “Girly, clearly you think yourself to be someone. Do you know how many try to curry favour from that family? It would be better for you to keep your pretty face down and let me be a gentleman for now.” He leaned in, too close for comfort, you could smell the alcohol on his breath, his closeness repulsing you like no anomaly so far. 

“After that, I can make your pretty lips take in something better than the straw in your drink.” His hand reached out, touching your hair, then sliding down to rest on your thigh, even as you tried to move away. You couldn’t make a scene right now. While your own reputation didn’t matter, you were a nobody either way, Jin might just get the burnt of it if you act on impulse and really beat the crap out of this disgusting pervert. You tried to move as far as possible on your stool, but given its size, you couldn’t put too much distance between the two of you.

Diplomacy, diplomacy, you repeated in your mind. You will not pour your drink onto this waste of space. It might get on your dress, you’d loath to stain it. But, well it will be burnt either way after this man put his disgusting hands on it. Maybe you should pour the drink on his head. No, diplomacy, polite but firm.

“I do not wish for either to happen. So if you would unhand me.” You tried to push his hand away. Ew, you better wash it well after this. But his hand wouldn’t budge, no, it only squeezed you tighter. THIS TRASH! You felt your temper rising like the Sun every dawn, steadily reaching new heights as the predator only smirked at you, letting his hand wander higher, leaning in too close.

“Playing hard to get, I see. Don’t worry I am good at making brats like you beg for mercy. Preferably on my co—” He couldn’t finish his sentence as your drink landed on him at the same moment his ass hit the floor. But it wasn’t you who dumped it on him. The man looked shocked then enraged.

Yet, he couldn’t say a word as your knight in shining armor, khm nice suit, saved you for the second time this night. You might have to rethink your decisions. You are not a damsel in distress but you couldn't stop your heart from beating faster and feeling relieved that he came to your side when you were in need. You might just fall harder for him. Was that even possible?

“Get your hands off her,” Jin growled at the man. The man on the floor couldn’t utter a word in the presence of Jin. Like someone cut his tongue out. He clearly got the memo, finally, that you weren’t joking with having The Kamurai family cover your expenses. With a swift motion Jin put his black card on the bar, signaling to the the bartender to swipe it for your drink.  

“Oi, it was the girl who came onto me. What can I do with such a needy bitch? Not play along. She is a total gold digger.” The man tried to stand up, his bruised ego not letting him take the reasonable defeat. Tried, being the important word, as Jin let his feet fall onto the man’s hand, exerting enough force to make him fall back down. As he put pressure on it, the middle aged man winced and grimaced.

“You better shut your ugly mug.” He motioned for the guards. After all, this was a party for the filthy rich. Of course there were security guards. When they got there, Jin lifted his leg off the man.

“Take this trash away.” When they lifted the man Jin leaned closer to him. “If I see you anywhere near my girlfriend again, losing that disgusting hand would be the kindest thing I will do to you.”

As the man was unceremoniously thrown out Jin turns to you, offering his hand so you could comfortably get off the barstool. When you did, he pulled you in, fixing a stray strand of hair, gently tucking it behind your ear. 

“Let’s fix your dress, some of your drink splashed on it.”

You glanced down. And truly, a red stain was on your dress. You were so entertained by Jin putting the fear of god into that pervert that you didn’t even register the coldness. You nodded and let yourself be led to the back.

Given the place’s fanciness, it was no surprise that one of the restrooms had a unisex room that seemed to exist for emergency uses, such as a spilled drink, an uncomfortable feet due to high heels… The emergency truly had a different connotation in high society… Not that you were complaining right now, given that you have a so-called emergency.

Jin closed the door after stepping into the room, following you. You looked down at your dress. It didn’t seem salvageable to your eyes. And given the stain’s location, you couldn’t wash it without taking it off. Then you remembered. You didn’t wear a bra! The dress let your breasts be free of bras but now you need to take it off. Seeing you hesitate, Jin lifted one of his eyebrows at you.

“You see… I have nothing under it…” You blushed and looked away. Then you heard rustling. Glancing up, you saw Jin take off his suit’s coat, holding it out for you.

“Put this on then.” You nodded, reaching for the zipper. Which decided to be uncooperative! You could pull it up just a few hours before! Why couldn’t you unzip it now?

Seeing your predicament, Jin reached for the zipper.

“May I?” You nodded, holding your breath as the zipper slipped down, the dress following after it’s path towards the floor.

“I’m sorry, I ruined the dress you gave me.” 

“I can buy you a hundred more. And it was me who spilled your drink on it.” He laid a gentle kiss onto your shoulder, following it up with laying his coat onto you so you are no longer half naked in the room. You stepped out of the circle of your dress. Jin took it in his hands, looking at the stain with annoyance. Whether he was annoyed about staining it himself, or the things leading up to that, you didn’t know.

“Let’s just toss it and take one of the provided substitutes. They are not the best, but they should do until we get back to the Academy.” He tossed the expensive dress into the trash as if it was nothing. Then he walked into the inbuilt closet room. You let him do the choosing, he did a good job last time, you believed in him. The filthy rich really had everything. The organizer seems to have thought of everything! Kudos to them!

Being left alone, you looked around the room, holding the coat together to keep your skin covered. While it wasn’t cold, it wasn’t the best temperature to be bare chested in. The interior was decorated lavishly but still elegantly. A couch, a few armchairs, a coffee table as well. Two doors, one obviously opening to the closet, the other to the restroom. You sat down on one of the armchairs, no reason to stand around awkwardly.

After a while Jin walked out, holding a blue dress in his hands. Clearly he wasn’t above dressing you in his own colours. Who said he isn’t a possessive boyfriend? You took the offering, smiling at him, no doubt you will look good in it.

“Go put it on, then we can go home.” He lifted your head gently by your chin, planting a quick kiss to your forehead. 

You walked into the restroom, ready to change and get out of this place. But something got you on high alert. Something seemed to be strange. As you put Jin’s coat down to put on the dress, you saw it. Someone, rather something from the chill running down your spine, was watching you. And then it started coming closer. Too fast. You have nothing to defend yourself with!

Nothing else to do, with fear chilling you, you screamed! Half naked or not, this wasn’t what you signed up for! You were supposed to get intel! Not run into the obvious anomaly! Because of course you would run into it! Because your life was one big joke, that’s why!

Hearing your scream Jin immediately ran into the room, sword already drawn. He didn’t hesitate to slash it in two. Clearly this one shall go into the case file as “destroyed” as well, not like you cared today. When Jin deemed it dead enough, he pulled you to him.

“Clearly I shouldn’t leave you alone for a minute. You have an uncanny way of getting into trouble.”

“Hey, this was clearly not my fault. I didn’t sign up to play bait tonight for whatever this was.” You pulled his coat back onto yourself buttoning it up. Clearly today wasn’t the day to wear dresses… 

“Hold onto me.” He wrapped his arm around you and slashed the veil of reality into two, stepping through to his dorm room. You should have used the Galaxy Express to come back, but this was honestly more convenient, faster, and safer as well. You weren’t about to complain for a free taxi ride back to the Academy.

But his dorm room was admittedly a lot colder than the ballroom was. Seeing you shiver, Jin pulled you towards his bed.

“Stay the night? I’ll even let you wear one of my warm shirts.” He lifted your hand to his mouth. Laying a kiss onto it before playfully biting into it. You chuckled at his seduction. You wouldn’t be able to sleep much anyway if you went back to your dorm, while this was not too dangerous compared to a few cases that you managed to live through… You felt way too vulnerable, nearly naked in front of the anomaly.

“Only if you won’t complain when I hog all of the blanket,” you countered, already fluffing his pillow up to your liking.

“Deal.”

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You buried your finger in Jin’s silky hair as he peppered your naked shoulders with kisses.

“I forgot to ask. How did you know it was me in front of the doors at the entrance? I can’t have been the only one to have that dress.”

He bit into your shoulder, as if disagreeing with even the thought of not recognizing you.

“Hello?” You tentatively called out when you heard rustling from the dark. 

A laugh echoed through the dark. You knew that voice. Everything clicked. All the flirting the two of you have done in its slightly deranged way culminated in this. In being handcuffed in his bed in the middle of the night.

“Taiga?”

“Is my new lucky charm awake?” Came his voice from the dark. As your eyes started to get used to the dark you could take out his silhouette, sitting in his damn chair. His elbows rested on his spread legs, leaning forward to study his captive.

“Do you know why you are here?” 

“No?”

A bullet flew into the headboard. Clearly, tonight this is not the mostly sane Taiga you have to deal with. Thankfully it doesn’t seem to be the completely deranged one either. You might just get out of this alive.

“Well, of course it is to gamble! And the bet is none other than you. The game is also you. I think I found my favorite gambling den. My room.” He climbed onto his bed, leaning on one of his hands while running the gun’s muzzle on your naked thigh. Why do you just sleep in panties again? Why did you ever think it is a valid sleepwear? 

You were frozen half in fear, half in arousal as the gun’s path was replaced by Taiga settling between your thighs. As his mouth came closer to your skin, the harsher you breathed in the air around you. His eyes flashed towards you as his sharp teeth sank into your sensitive inner thigh.

You didn’t dare to flinch at the pain, lest his sharklike fangs tear a part out of you. Only a whine left your mouth at the feeling of him nibbling on your thighs. While he didn’t sink his fangs into you enough to tear a chunk out, you could feel the way some blood dripped down as he pierced your skin.

You wondered whether you tasted good. After all, you were slowly becoming an anomaly, weren’t you? Perhaps your blood was already changing. Was it at least as tasty as the Like Dove was? You didn’t dare to ask, just watched as your blood stained his lips.

You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been aroused at the vision before you, as his lips were red by your blood, as his tongue chased your flavor. Even though you couldn’t move to your heart’s content. Even the way you were left to his whims was hot.

As he unceremoniously got rid of your clothes, meaning the literal tearing of your shirt and panties, you shrieked of the cold air touching your skin. Which were shortly replaced by his body heat and sharp teeth marking you up, making small droplets of blood appear from time to time on your whole body. 

By the time he reached your breasts, and then your neck, sucking bruises into your skin, your tears were running down your face. While slight biting wouldn’t usually disturb you. This was too much already. 

Your tears wouldn’t stop, no matter how hard you tried to keep them back. Quiet sobs left your throat. You heard Taiga tsk above you and you flinched. You didn’t want to anger him. It wasn’t like you could do anything with your lowish pain tolerance!

He grabbed your chin, making you face him.

“Argh. My lucky charm should be pretty for me without crying. Be a good girl and then I’m gonna reward you later.”

He threaded his fingers through your hair, gently petting you before yanking on it. His other hand found your aroused cunt and started playing with you as if you were some of his gamble chips. 

“How about you put that pretty mouth to work?” He lifted you towards his groin, looking painfully aroused, by your hair, somewhat conscious of your tied hands. Your head landed on his thigh, his hand still playing with you, unbothered by your reactions, whether it was whine as he was too forceful while plunging his fingers into you or a pleasured gasp when he found just the right spots.

You managed to get his fly open. Why was he still in normal pants? Wasn’t he getting ready to sleep before he kidnapped you? Well, it didn’t matter. While your hands lacked some mobility due to the cuffs, you managed to maneuver his erection out of his slacks.

You looked up at him as you slowly licked him, laying kittenish licks at the head. When he grunted encouraging you, you took him deeper. Trying to build a rhythm while not salivating too much was hard in your position. But you tried your best. Sucking gently, alternating small licks with board ones when you came up for air. 

He seemed to be enjoying your attention, but found it lacking, given how he reasserted his grip on your hair and started pulling you around on his cock to his satisfaction. You grunted at his rough treatments, tears not yet dried up started to run down your cheeks again. Your own pleasure was a thing only existing in the back of your mind. His fingers playing you on the razor sharp edge between pleasure and agony were insignificant in front of him. You were here to satisfy his urges, you didn’t even dare to think about demanding anything of him in this mood of his. 

“That is a nice look,” he looked down on you. Pulling you completely onto his cock until you slightly choked on him, making the tears double. He did it again, and again. You didn’t know what was more enjoyable for him. Your debauched look or the actual feeling of your mouth and throat. 

When your teeth accidentally touched his member, he hissed up. At least he did feel pain too. He yanked your head back, pulling you up and into a bruising kiss. His teeth catching on your lower lip, bringing more blood forth and into his mouth. 

“You taste good, don’t ya think?” It was an obvious rhetorical question, but you nodded along to be safe. Not like it mattered. He manhandled you onto your belly, pulling you onto your knees. Gaining easy access to your wet and ready opening.

“Now be a good little lucky charm and sing for me,” he commended as he slammed himself into you. Even if you were ready for him, the speed and roughness tore a scream from your throat. And he wasn’t in a mood to set a languid pace even after that. His thrusts were demanding, hard, and fast. Each and every one aimed to bruise you while giving himself pleasure. 

When all of his thrusts touched your favourite spot, it was never for your sake. He loved the fluttering of your walls around him. The way he could do anything to you and you still came back for more. Wet, ready, and needy for him to play with you.

You didn’t know how long it was since you have started, when he felt you weren’t giving you enough pleasure, he slapped your ass to make you tighten on him. When he was feeling merciful he played with your clit to make you come on his cock, not stopping for a second. Even as you cried from overstimulation while you came down from your high. It didn’t matter how hoarse your voice became, how tired you got. 

As orgasm after orgasm was wretched from you, your energy drained as well. By the time of your fourth one, you were drooling onto the pillow. You didn’t know whether he came already or not. Time was relative by your 6th one. Vision going blurry as you lay there, moaning brokenly, with new bite marks all over your back. 

You remembered the seconds before you blacked out vividly. Taiga pulled your hair, making you arch into every punishing trust. His breath in your ear as he huskily told you “That’s my good toy.” before he bit into your shoulder with strength. 

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When you opened your eyes it was morning. You were lying in your own bed. As if nothing happened at night. But no. As you got up to get ready for another day, your wrists were red. Your body littered in bite marks and bruises. 

Taiga certainly would do this again, you thought while putting up your usual makeup. As you pulled up your shoes you decided to stop by Sinostra today. After all, while you were all in for these night escapades, the most comfortable chair in the Casino was Taiga’s lap. And given your title as his lucky charm, you can walk in, plop yourself down and doze if you wished so.