#a.b.o

Every few years the brass would hold these events to try and keep the underlings happy, it didn’t so much work on the Scout Regiment, but the people hosting this shit-show were the ones responsible for your funding, so you were forced to attend.

Apparently there was a badge of honour for Captain’s who’d sustained no fatalities within their squads, like a Captain had control over whether their soldiers lived or died.

Considering you’d become a Captain 6 months ago, it was a pretty good feat that none of your men had died in battle, and neither had any of Jean’s.

While you were happy that the Scout Regiment’s survival rate had gone up dramatically, it meant that there were two people accepting that award tonight - you and Kirstein.

“Slow down or I’ll have to carry you up those steps,” Jean took your empty champagne flute out of your hand, apparently you’d angrily downed it anyway while lost in thought, “Like you could carry me anywhere,” instead of fighting him for your glass back, you opted to pick another full one up off of a passing waiter’s tray.

Jean scowled at how casually you’d outsmarted him, now looking like an alcoholic holding his own glass and another empty one.

“Haven’t you got some rich women to be rejected by?” you raised an eyebrow as you took a long spit from your fresh drink. 

He was following you around like a shadow, you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t leave you alone, for someone who hated you he was being pretty clingy.

“Who says I’d get rejected?” He followed you over to the bar where you rested your flute down for a moment so you could relieve the cramp that was forming in your hand. He gave the bartender the empty glass and finished off his own before handing that one to him as well.

He leaned with one foot crossed over the other and his elbows and back resting on the bar top, you envied how casual and relaxed he could be at such a formal event. 

One thing you did respect him for was the fact that he did keep his distance from you, always leaving a bit of personal space between you like a chair or room for another person.

You wanted to assume it was because he didn’t want to be near you like you didn’t want to be near him, but you both knew it was to keep pheromones at bay. As much as you detested each other, your biology said otherwise.

Keeping a distance from each other was the best way to stop mother nature from trying to play cupid.

That wasn’t to say you didn’t find Jean attractive, he was a very handsome man, especially since he was able to grow some facial hair. It’s that you didn’t want to let yourself become just another Alpha’s Omega. And his ego drove you up the wall.

Jean was more attracted to himself than anyone would ever be attracted to him.

“You’re a Scout, no sane woman here would even look in your direction,” you scoffed, watching him scan the room for any unsuspecting women he could prey on, he was a wannabe player despite his lack of game.

A sharp puff of air shot out of his nose as he humourlessly laughed at you, “Same goes for you then,” the didn’t turn his attention to you when he spoke, instead letting you talk to the side of his face, “Good thing I have no interest in any of the men here,” you picked up your drink and took another hearty swig.

“Not even me?” he finally turned his head to grin at you sarcastically, although he would never admit it he did find you incredibly attractive. He actually thought about pursuing you before he set his sights on Mikasa, but you made it very clear from the start that you didn’t like him.

Even moreso when you were all dressed up like you were now, your gold chain delicately dangling around your neck, with the Wings of Freedom emblem engraved in a piece of gold plating resting uncomfortably between your cleavage. 

Amusingly to him, he’d watched you fish it out from between your breasts multiple times tonight, the flat piece of gold kept wanting to wedge itself between your two mounds - he would’ve adjusted the length of the chain for you, but that was too close to your scent glands for comfort.

He knew how annoying extravagant that piece was because he had the exact same chain. It was presented to a handful of Scouts who’d shown exceptional amounts of courage during one of the most recent expeditions - you lost a lot of friends that day so it meant more than it’s value in gold. It could’ve been made from wood for all he cared.

“Especially not you, Kirstein,” you spat his last name back at him as you finished your drink, “Although, if I have enough of these I might be able to look at you without wanting to vomit,” you snickered to yourself as you picked up yet another glass.

Jean’s face went from annoyance to concern, “Seriously, slow down on those,” he wanted to take the glass away from you again but he knew you’d just pick up another one instead, “We’ve still gotta be presentable for the ceremony,” he lectured you while picking up another glass of his own like a hypocrite he was.

You pointed at his hand now holding a flute and gave him a pointed glare that said ‘Oh but you’re allowed more?!’. 

As though he had read your mind he answered your rhetorical question with his lips ghosting over the rim of his glass, “I’m not the one that has a low alcohol tolerance,” he was referring to the night as a new recruit that he would never let you forget, the night where you got obscenely drunk and made out with Reiner. 

That was before you all figured out he was a traitor, which made it all the more embarrassing, “Or the one on medication,” he slyly added in and it made you want to punch him straight in the nose.

“Yes you are!” you called his bluff, shouting a little bit too loud for such an extravagant event. 

Both of you were on heavy suppressants; for pheromones, urges, heats and ruts, you name it and the two of you were suppressing the shit out of it with medicine. It was hard to be a Captain when you let things get to you.

“Yeah, but yours is stronger,” he commented before finally taking a sip of his drink. It was true, yours were stronger, they had to be. 

Omega’s were rare and if you walked around smelling like one then disgusting Alpha’s would surely take advantage of your biology.

It made you boil with rage that he would even bring that up, he knew how much it pissed you off when people mentioned your unfortunate circumstance. Most people thought you were an Alpha or at least a Beta because of your personality, only the higher ups and other Captain’s knew what you were.

And God did Jean rub it in your face when he was told. “There was always something off about you,” he’d said, “Now it all makes sense!” he left that meeting with a black eye and no one dared tell you off.

You opened your mouth to give him a piece of your mind when a voice announced through the microphone that the ceremony was starting and that everyone should take their seats.

What you didn’t expect, was for the seats to be bolted to the floor and extremely close together. Who bolts chairs to the floor?

The two of you took your seats at your tiny table and instantly you knew this was going to be an issue, you could smell his cologne and no doubt he could smell your perfume. He smelt like musk and leather, it made a warm sensation tingle through your body; and you smelt like fresh linen and vanilla, it made Jean’s heart flutter.

Almost at the same time, you both shuffled to the edges of your seats to create as much space between you as possible.

Somehow, everyone else had managed to settle into their seats fine and without issue, but that was probably because each table was an award winner and their partner. It was just you and Jean who were single so they shoved you together.

It was okay, at least it was cologne and perfume and not your actual biological aroma - you could hold on long enough to get the ceremony over and done with.

It was not okay. The longer you sat in these uncomfortable metal chairs, the more the heat from the lights was making you both sweat, not by much but enough for the other person to notice.

Finally your names were called and you walked up the stairs together, hoping that no one would notice the uncomfortable grimaces you both had on your faces.

Well, even if anyone did notice, they would probably put it down to you and Jean being the only Scouts in the whole building, and despite everything they’d done and sacrificed for humanity, they still weren’t respected.

The badges were pinned onto your attire, you bowed quickly and left the stage in a hurry, taking your seats again.

Jean sat with his elbow on the table and his hand casually covering his mouth and nose. He probably thought you couldn’t see him pinching his nostrils shut in an attempt to keep your scent out of his system.

It’s fine, the medication you both take is enough to calm a horse, neither of you had gone through a rut or heat in about 10 months - the medic had tried to tell you how unhealthy that was for your body but you’d both said it wasn’t necessary.

The only way you both knew that was because the medic had said, “You’re both as stubborn as each other!” and there was only one person they could be referring to. 

When the lights went up and the ceremony was over you both shot out of your seats, “I’m going to go get some air!” you said at the same time he said, “I need to piss!”, you furrowed your eyebrows at how unnecessarily graphic he decided to be but he’d walked off before you could say anything.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest as soon as he was away from you, but at the same time you had an itch that said to follow him and be near him again.

You shook your head trying to knock some sense into your brain, ‘Dumb Omega brain, stop trying to jump on the first Alpha you see!’ you internally scolded yourself as you made your way through the entryway doors.

The cold air felt nice on your warm skin and definitely helped to calm you down, the smell of the small water fountain overtook any residual of Jean’s cologne that was trapped in your nostrils.

“I see I’m not the only one wanting some peace and quiet!” you heard a voice from behind you, turning on your heel you saw it was an older gentleman - clearly a Sina resident due to his lavish attire. “You’re the Scout Captain are you not?” he pointed an abnormally fat finger in your direction.

In reality, you didn’t want to talk to his man, you wanted to be left alone but Erwin had stressed how important it was to have sponsors and relations with the higher up’s.

“That’s me!” you faked a smile, hoping that would be enough for him to leave you alone, but you had no such luck, “Where’s that young gentleman you had with you earlier?” the man glanced around him as though Jean was hiding behind a bush or something.

It annoyed you to no end when people assumed you always had to have a male with you for protection, “No clue, he’s probably by the bar if I had to guess,” you laughed as best you could, but for once you actually wished Jean was with you.

“If I had someone like you on my arm I wouldn’t let you out of my sight,” he took  a few steps closer to you, “Oh no, I’m not- we’re not-” you stumbled over your own words, the proximity of this stranger was starting to unnerve you but you refused to step away.

If you backed away from him then it was obvious that he had the power in this situation and you refused to show any weakness, you were representing the Scouts after all.

“Ah I see!” he mused, reaching out and taking your hand in his gross sweaty palms, you wanted to heave and push him away, but that would tarnish any current and future relationships the Scouts would have with their benefactors, “All work and no play?” he tilted his gaze from your hands up to your eyes.

It should’ve hit you sooner, the disgusting stench of a grimy Alpha matched with that unpleasant glint in his eye, he was only after one thing, “I’m afraid so,” you reached your other hand up to play with your pendant for comfort.

“Why so distressed, Omega?” his use of your title cut through your thoughts like a knife, “What?” you asked, pulling your hand from his grip roughly, “Your scent, it’s sour will distress.” he said plainly.

No, no, no! If this lowlife could smell it on you then soon everyone else would know, and your status as a Captain would be ridiculed.

“If you came and lived with me then you’d never have to work another day in your life, you could live a comfortable life looking after our pups,” the man offered you with a sickly love-struck grin. 

All you could do was stare at him in disbelief, “With all due respect, Sir, I like my job and I can’t think of anything worse than that,” you tried to move past him but he caught your arm with his hand before you could get out of reach.

“You mean to tell me you’d rather spend every day of your life killing Titan’s and living in poverty?” he asked with a mix of disbelief and anger on his face.

Ah, so he’s fully aware of the living conditions that the Scouts have, but refuses to do anything about it!

“Yes, Sir, it’s what I’m good at!” you tried to keep your tone as level and polite as you could, but even you could smell the distress wafting off of you. 

The man’s grip on your arm was pitiful, you could’ve gotten out of it very quickly if you wanted to break a few of his fingers, but it would be best if this altercation was resolved amicably, for the sake of the rest of the Regiment having enough funds for food.

From behind you, you heard your name being called. Turning your head towards the sound, you saw Jean making his way down the stone steps and towards you. 

Great, this is just what you needed.

“Jean, stay there!” you yelled back at him but of course he wouldn’t listen. When did he ever listen to you, “You don’t know what you’re missing out on stupid girl!” the man’s other hand shot out and grabbed your head, trying to pull you in for a kiss, but you quickly slapped his face hard, “Don’t ever fucking touch me again!” you spat landing a harsh knee into the pervert’s stomach.

The man toppled backwards and fell into the water fountain with a splash, you took a few steps back to stop yourself from getting drenched.

Oh fuck! Oh shit! Erwin’s gonna be mad.

Jean’s voice shouted your name again but everything was going blurry as you realised what you’d done. Your attention snapped to Jean’s approaching figure and you hastily stepped backwards and away from him, “Seriously Jean stay away!” this was too much all at once.

His dress shoes crunched against the gravel hastily and then suddenly came to a stop, you watched his body sway slightly and he shook his head in the same way you’d done earlier.

There was a moment of silence while you watched Jean wipe his face and rub his eyes, blinking erratically like he had something in his eye.

You took another step backwards in hopes that the more distance you put between you the less likely your scent was going to affect him, even though it was clear it had already infected his brain.

The sound of your shoe crunching on the stones beneath you made him snap his head up again but this time his vision was locked on you, it was the first time in your life where Jean had actually seemed intimidating to you.

He continued to stalk towards you, “Are you okay?” he asked in a voice that was oddly calm for the situation. Within a few more steps he was in front of you holding your shaking arms in his hands to try and stabilise you, his touch was warm and inviting.

Wait! He was touching you! This was the first time you’d ever made skin to skin contact with Jean, were his fingers always this soft?

“Y-Yeah, ‘m fine,” you mumbled, not fine in any sense of the word but it felt like the appropriate thing to say. 

The splashing of water drew your attention away from Jean’s hands on your forearms and back to the fountain, “Stupid Omega bitch!” the disgusting man started shouting at you as he clawed his way out of the fountain.

Jean’s grip on you tightened and instantly his fragrance hit your nose, he was angry and prideful. He probably did even realise his scent suppressants weren’t working anymore just like you had.

“I’ll ruin your life, all you fucking Scouts!” the man was about to step out of the fountain but Jean’s had found his collar and was lifting him off the ground with ease.

It was hard to forget how tall Jean was, but he was actually pretty strong despite his lanky frame.

Jean stared him down as he held him off the ground, the man couldn’t look more terrified if he tried, “Let’s get one thing straight,” Jean said through gritted teeth, you’d never seen Jean this genuinely angry before - it made you wonder if he was actually mad the times he’d been angry at you.

“I don’t care what your title is or who you work for, you could be the Commander’s long lost brother for all I care, but if you as so much as glance in her direction again I’ll make you wish you were never born,”  Jean’s voice lowered to an octave that you didn’t know his voice could manage.

Honestly, it scared you so you had no idea how the man he was holding hadn’t pissed himself on the spot.

Jean radiated murderous intent, for a second you wondered whether he was actually going to kill him from the stench that was coming off of him, “Do I make myself clear?” he shook the man by the collar and he started to frantically nod.

“Yes, yes! Perfectly clear!” he man clawed onto the back of Jean’s hands to try and get him to let go but his grip was made of iron, “Jean?” you called out quietly to him and you saw his shoulders tense, “Please take me home,” you hated how pathetic your voice sounded but you didn’t want to be around people right now, especially if your suppressants weren’t working.

The man’s body dropped harshly onto the gravel by Jean’s feet and he quickly scrambled to his feet and ran off out of sight.

“Let’s go.” was all he said before walking off in the direction of the carriages.

The ride back was intense, Jean was sat opposite you, digging his fingers into his own knees and you were trying to look anywhere but him.

“Would you please calm down?” he kept his eye line on the floor of the carriage but the beads of sweat lining his forehead told you he was having as hard of a time as you were, “I can’t help it!” you yelled back at him, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

This was exactly what you both wanted to avoid. Something had gone wrong along the way, whether it was alcohol messing with your medication or simply just prolonged close contact with a potential mate, it had made a mess that was going to be hard to tiptoe around.

The carriage was the worst idea, it would’ve been easier to spend the two hours walking back to the small Scout cabin Erwin had saved for you both. At least the cold air would’ve soothed your burning skin.

It was like a hotbox of pheromones. Even with the windows open as far as they would go, all you could smell was him and all he could smell was you.

You had to dig your nails into the palms of your hands to stop you from jumping on him and nuzzling into his neck.

The thought of feeling his warm skin against yours was more temping than a hot bath. You bet his skin was soft everywhere, especially if his hands were that soft you wondered what his chest felt like; what his abs felt like; what his-

“Will you stop staring at me?” his voice pulled you from your mental ramblings, he still refused to look at you but now his eyes were closed.

His knuckles had gone white and his jaw was clenched tightly.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but think about something else!” he slowly opened his eyes and you noticed his gaze flicker to your thighs before going back to there spot on the floor.

His nostrils flared as the aroma of your growing attraction to him started to seep into the carriage, his hand shot up to cover his mouth and nose again like before as though that would help.

“I can’t - oh fuck!” he groaned into his palm, cutting his own sentence off. Almost like a domino effect, you whined quietly upon hearing his cuss, “No! Don’t do that!” he shifted uncomfortably trying to push himself further into the corner of the carriage.

This was a sorry sight. Two grown adults, pressed into separate ends of a carriage, breathing heavily and fighting against nature.

The atmosphere shifted, you felt it in your muscles. The air was thicker with his smell, so much so that you thought you were going to choke on it. It was like your favourite food was cooking in the kitchen but you couldn’t eat it, it just made you hungrier and salivate more. 

You knew exactly what that scent was, you’d caught a whiff of it only once before, “Jean, you’re-”, “-I know!” he interrupted your obvious statement - he was going into a rut.

A part of you felt horrible, it had obviously been brought on by your distress; but another part of you was terrified. Biology had a sick sense of humour, Alpha’s and Omega’s often triggered each other, so if he was going into a rut then your heat would surely follow if you didn’t get away soon.

10 months of suppression would feel like absolute Hell on earth.

The moment the carriage stopped you flung the door open and stumbled towards the little cabin, Jean paid the strangely calm driver and followed you up the pathway.

He kept his distance the best he could but his scent was strong even from the end of the pathway.

By the time Jean had entered the cabin, you’d found his medicine bag and put it on the kitchen table, you stepped back as far as you could until you were leaning against the sink. 

Trying to steady your breathing was hard, but trying to convince your body against every stupid idea that popped into your mind was the toughest bit.

You watched him slowly approach the table, his movements were stiff like he was in a tremendous amount of pain, a shaky hand reached for the bag and a strangled laugh left his throat.

“These wont do anything now,” he dropped the bag back onto the table, “Well, what else do you want me to do?!” you fought against the voice in your head telling you not to argue with him, “Don’t ask me questions like that!” he mumbled to himself but you heard it.

He gripped onto the wall tightly to steady his balance, “I’m going for a walk,” you pushed yourself off the sink and tried to hurry past him but he side stepped and was immediately in your way.

His brown eyes were practically glowing with lust and it made your stomach do backflips, the way he looked at you made you press your thighs together, “No, you’re not!” he ordered in a low voice, it made your skin tingle.

“I-I am,” you stuttered feeling completely overwhelmed by the scent he was giving off; protective, frustrated, and aroused. You could feel a pain starting to form in your lower abdomen and you knew what was coming, 10 months of stubbornness coming to bite you in the ass.

“No, you’re not, not like this. What if something happens to you,” his eyes were locked onto yours and they showed genuine concern, you wanted to be your usual sassy self and ask him since when he’s ever cared about what happened to you, but you knew now wasn’t the time.

You tried to step around him again but this time he grabbed hold of your hips and pushed you against the wall, almost knocking the air out of your lungs. His grip on your was bruising and controlling, but you made no attempt to escape, instead you whined at the contact.

“Fuck...” he breathed as his brown eyes darted from your mouth to your breasts and from your breasts to your jaw. His hardened length was pressed against your leg and even through the multiple layers of clothing you could feel how warm it was.

The pain in your abdomen tightened, “Jean!” you whimpered and felt his cock jump against your thigh at the sound of his name, “I know, I know!” his voice was just as strained as yours.

Out of everyone, why did it have to be Jean? The person you had a rivalry with since you were teenagers.

“The s-sensible thing would be to go to our-” you stopped yourself to take a sharp intake of breath at the cramp that shot through you, “-to our rooms and wait it out.” you continued as soon as you were able.

The sound of your heavy panting was the only thing that could be heard throughout the whole cabin. Jean’s breaths ghosted over your mouth like he was purposely teasing you.

“I don’t want do that,” Jean shook his head lightly without taking his eyes off of yours. 

As much as your pride made you want to push him off you and tell him to get lost, you had to admit that having him looming over you and caging you against the wall like this as his eyes practically devoured you was incredibly hot. “I don’t wanna do that either,” you confessed to both yourself and him.

The moment those words left your lips his were on your throat, kissing and sucking along any skin he could find, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your fingers tangled into his ash blonde hair.

It was like someone had shaken a soda bottle and finally taken the cap off - passion and drive exploded between you. Every one of his nibbles and licks made you hum and yip with delight, which in favour earned groans from him.

Eventually he found your sweet spot under your jaw, making you moan. He paused for a second and you felt a tremble go through his body, then he drove straight back into that spot with harsher kisses and harder bites.

One of his hands had frantically pulled up your dress and slipped into your underwear, “Fuck, you’re soaked!” he breathed against your neck, you would’ve taken a moment to scold him but any sort of comeback was silence as he slid two of his fingers into you.

You moaned loudly at the feeling, you knew Jean had long fingers by the size of his hands but feeling them inside you really put it into perspective. He groaned along with your own sounds, clearly loving the feeling of your wetness closing around his digits.

Just as quickly as he’d pushed them into you, he dragged them back out, “I need to be in you,” he panted, pulling himself off you slightly so he could attempt to reach his medicine bag on the table without letting go of you. You knew he was reaching for his condoms, you saw them in there earlier.

The tips of his fingers grazed the edge of the bag but not enough to grab it, “Fuck it!” he shouted through gritted teeth and turned back to your dazed expression.

He spun you around harshly so your face and chest was against the wall and hiked your skirt up again but held onto this time as he pulled your panties down and let them fall down your legs, you could hear him unbuckling his dress pants as well.

“Is this okay?” he spoke so quickly you barely understood what he was saying, “Please tell me it’s okay!” he panted, it was obvious he was having an internal battle, he wanted you so badly but he’d completely forgotten to make sure you were actually alright with this.

“Christ sake, just fuck me Jean, please!” you cried, you didn’t want to wait any longer.

His tip prodded you for a second before he fully sheathed himself inside of you, you moaned at the fullness and he groaned at how warm you were, but he kept going. When you thought he was balls deep more kept coming until it started to hurt.

You hissed and he immediately withdrew his hips so only his head was inside of you, “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” he asked in a low mocking voice, you couldn’t speak so you just nodded - ironically, you thought his fingers were a lot but it was nothing compared to his.

His panicked demeanour from before had completely disappeared and in it’s wake was a cocky Alpha with a point to prove.

“Can’t you take it?” he started to thrust into you but you could tell he was holding back by the way his body was trembling, “I-I can!” you protested stubbornly trying to will your hips to move along with his thrusts.

He kissed the side of your face as he began to push more of himself into you with every buck of his hips, “I don’t think you can!” he whispered in your ear with a grin that you could hear in his words.

“I’m finally better than you at something!” he rubbed it in your face and emphasised it with harsh slams of his hips.

Suddenly he stopped, pulling out of you completely the same way he’d done with his fingers, and turned you around to face him. He hooked his hands under your ass and lifted you up so your back was against the wall.

“I wanna see your face when you realise I’m better than you,” his cocky grin made you wanna slap him; so you did, not very hard but enough to make an impact, “You’ll never be better than me Kirstein,” you found your voice momentary between the greedy inhales of air.

He pushed you back down on his cock and didn’t stop until you felt his knot push past your tight walls and nuzzle itself into you comfortably, “We’ll see,” he licked his bottom lip as he began to bounce you on his dick, using the wall as a support.

The power in his muscles was unlike anything you’d seen from Jean, you knew he was strong as evident from earlier when he lifted that man off the ground, but this was something else, this was primal.

You felt your orgasm building to it’s peak as his cockhead hit your cervix over and over again, you felt his balls slapping against your ass when all you could do was shake and scream as you came around him.

His dick pulsed against your tensing walls and a trail of cusses fell from his mouth, his hips became erratic and he asked something you never thought you’d hear from him, “Be mine?” he breathed against your ear.

“Be mine so I can protect you-” he wasn’t begging or pleading, he was opening up for once, “-I know you don’t need protecting but at least let me have your back!” one of his hands moved from your ass to cup your cheek gently.

It was the most genuine and careful thing he’d done all night, it felt like your heart was going to explode.

He leaned his head in and kissed you deeply, you moaned against his mouth as you let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. When he broke away for air you could finally speak, “You can have me,” you gripped onto his shoulders as his bucks became harder “If the sex is -ah!- always this good then you can have me!”.

He was so close to his own release but he was waiting for your confirmation. A smile broke across his face, a contrast to his normal smirk, but was quickly wiped away by a guttural groan that ripped from his throat. Moments later you felt him release inside of you, ropes of his cum filling you up almost to the brim.

The two of you stayed there, chests rising and falling, with the knowledge that you’d only be sated for a short period of time before that desperation came back.

“I thought-” you started before you stopped yourself, “You thought what?” Jean asked when you didn’t continue, there was a tint to it that made you think he knew what you were going to ask, “I-I thought you were going to claim me,” you tried to hide your face from embarrassment.

He raised one of his eyebrows and that cocky smirk was back on his face, “Aw, you wanted me to claim you? Was it that good?” he poked his tongue out to wet his bottom lip, his eyes the picture of victory.

“Don’t worry, we have enough time for that, it’s not like we can go anywhere for a while,” he pushed off of the wall and walked with you still speared onto his cock. To emphasise his point, he pulled his hips back a bit until you felt his knot hit your entrance, confirming that you were -indeed- going nowhere while physically joined like this.

He walked you up the stairs and laid you down on his bed, his aroma filling your senses. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and let it hang open as he started to fuck into you again, watching where the two of you were connected while you stared at his muscular chest.

“I’ll claim you when you beg me for it,” he grunted as his hips picked up again, “Then make me, Kirstein,” you challenged him and helped him out of his shirt until he was completely naked on top of you.

“Fuck, this is going to be a long night!” he laughed at how, even now, the two of you were still competing.