SEVIKA  ✶  4 DAYS

day 4 is already hell.

she’s pacing more, smoking more and drinking more. jaw flexing every time you walk past her.

but she’s still talking shit like she’s got this in the bag.

“you’re gonna fold before i do.”

“im not that easily swayed, sweetheart.”

“don’t start crying when you lose.”

oh she is so cocky. so arrogant. so confident in her mental strength.

and then dinner happens. and you’re just cooking, just minding your business.

leaning forward a little, reaching into a cupboard. your back arches, shirt rides up, hips lift just slightly.

pure accident totally, right??? sure. you feel her presence behind you before she even touches you. the warm, heavy weight of her body heat, her chest to your back. her breath at your ear.

you don’t turn around. cause you already know.

her voice is low strained, already losing.

“…don’t do that, baby.”

you blink innocently, “do what?”

there’s a pause — a long one as her self control teeters.

her metal hand finds your hip, the grip is tight.

“that...teasing” she presses her hips forward to your ass and you can feel her getting more desperate as she slowly grinds on you.

“you okay over there, big girl? looks like someone’s struggling…”

she growls and her mouth is on your neck instantly— hot, messy, needy kisses. tongue. teeth. breath.

and you laugh, which that’s what snaps her.

she turns you around, lifts you onto the counter like you weigh nothing. pan still sizzling beside you, well dinner absolutely abandoned.

her forehead presses to yours, breathing hard, pupils dilated.

“fuck the bet, fuck the money. i can’t- can’t listen to you talk and not have you.”

there’s no slow lead-in. no hesitation. and definitely no polite asking. she’s kissing you like she’s been deprived of oxygen, one hand in your hair, the other gripping your thigh open. she’s grinding slow— grinding like she’s trying not to lose it too fast.

you murmur against her mouth, “so…does this mean i win?”

she bites your bottom lip a little too hard. “shut up and get on the bed.”

dinner? burning.

$100? long gone.

sevika? ruined.

you? oh you’re about to be.

she doesn’t just lead you to the bed.

she pushes you onto it — hands flat to your back, body following, her weight pinning you down into the mattress before you even get your bearings.

her thigh slots between yours, metal hand on the back of your head, pushing you down like she wants you to feel owned before she’s even inside you.

“you think this is funny, don’t ya?”

you don’t answer cause you whine instead, hips rolling without your permission, chasing friction like you’re the one who lost the bet.

she laughs — low, mean, already wrecked. “yeah. that’s what i thought.”

she gets off you only long enough to go to the drawer—

the drawer.

yeah you know which one.

she doesn’t reach for a normal strap. oh no. she grabs the monster.

the one you only use on special nights. long, girthy, textured, and squirming — slow, serpentine motions like it’s alive.

“since you wanted to act like you weren’t bothered…” she says, voice sharp, “let’s see how long that lasts.”

she straps it on tight, hips flexing once, testing weight and angle. she climbs back onto the bed, grabs your hips, and pulls you to the edge like you weigh absolutely nothing.

no teasing.

no warming up.

no lube, you’re already soaked and she knows it.

one hand spreads you open — fingers pressing, dragging, feeling how wet she made you just by existing behind you. “you’re dripping. day four and you’re already this fucked out?”

you try to say something but it comes out as a breathless, helpless little moan that makes her smirk.

she pushes in slow at first but not gentle.

the stretch is immediate, overwhelming, your body fighting to take it and needing it at the same time. your mouth falls open, head dropping forward, hands gripping the sheets like it’s going to save you from drowning.

“ohhh f-fuck!” you gasp.

her hand comes to your lower back, pressing you down, forcing you to arch more.

“don’t run. you wanted this, so stay still.”

then she starts thrusting. not fast but deep. every push drags the length of that squirming strap against your walls. textures and movement hitting every nerve and your legs are shaking almost instantly.

your moans aren’t even controlled, they’re broken, high and desperate.

“uhhah ahh!! sevikaaahhhh fuck—”

she groans, chest pressed to your back, breath hot against your ear, “yeah. that’s it. that’s the sound i wanted.”

her pace picks up,

hips snapping forward, the strap moving inside you with every thrust, curling and pulsing.

while your voice climbs louder and messier.

her hand slips between your legs, palm spanking your clit as she drives into you harder. squelch squelch squelch

there’s no rhythm anymore — it’s need.

she’s panting, biting your shoulder, thrusts hitting so deep you go crossed eyed. sevika doesn’t ease up, oh no, she just shifts her grip.

her metal hand slides up your spine, grabs both your wrists, and pulls them behind your back, pinning them there like she’s restraining you.

your chest presses down into the mattress, hips tilted up, open, exposed. you gasp — half sob, half moan.

“sevika — please,” your voice cracks.

she groans into your shoulder hungrily and frustrated.

“don’t start fucking begging now. you were reaaal bold in the kitchen just now.”

her hips slam forward, the strap driving so deep it knocks your breath right out of your lungs.

you cry out loud, shaking and broken. your wrists twitch in her grip, instinct trying to pull forward, try to ground yourself, try to grab onto something — she doesn’t let you.

her body weight holds you down, back arched, pussy spread, taking every inch whether you can keep up or not.

the strap is still squirming inside you, curling, dragging against every nerve. and your whole body is trembling so hard your knees buckle. tears hit the sheets. warm. fast. helpless.

“fuck fu—ah s-stop it!! i can’t—”

you don’t actually mean stop. you both know you don’t. your voice is trembling on pleasure, not fear.

she leans down, lips at your ear, breathing ragged, “yeah you can, you’re taking it. don’t you dare stop now.”

her hand on your wrists tightens.

the way she holds you is possession, not force. her hips snap forward again, harder and your voice just breaks. you’re sobbing — messy, shaking, moaning through the crying. and of course she’s getting off on it.

your orgasm hits harddd affff. fast, overwhelming, body curling in on itself while you can’t move.

your legs convulse, your cry goes high and raw — almost embarrassing, except she groans at the sound like it’s the best fucking thing she’s ever heard.

she fucks you through it, slow, deep thrusts now, like she’s feeling you shake around her.

“there it is,” she breathes, voice wrecked. “there you go. ride it out, i gotcha.”

when it’s done, she finally lets your wrists go, your body collapsing under you, chest heaving, face wet with tears. she eases out, settles behind you, pulls you onto her thigh, arms around your waist, panting into your neck.

you sniff once. wipe your cheek. catch your breath.

and then, because you are you,

“so…where’s my $100?”

sevika freezes, you can actually feel the moment her soul leaves her body.

she exhales through her nose — long, suffering.

“yeah. yeah i’ll…i’ll get my wallet later.”

her voice is so flat and tired you laugh, even though your voice is still shaky. she kisses your neck.

“don’t. start.”

you kiss her cheek

“i’m gonna frame the bill.” AMBESSA  ✶  31 DAYS

she doesn’t crack. not once.

you try:

• sitting on her lap

• sleeping in her bed shirtless

• “accidentally” dropping things and bending over

• whining

• cuddling

• showering together

• wearing her shirts

• kissing her neck in the mornings

BUT SHE DOESNT FUCKING BREAKKKK

she looks at you with that slow, amused, terrifyingly calm expression.

“oh, darling. you really think temptation controls me?”

her voice is silk and steel.

her self control is religious.

she does kiss you — soft, lingering and deep — but stops every time it can turn into more.

thumb under your chin, murmuring, “not yet, patience. you’ll thank me later.”

by day 29 you’re the one going insane.

your thighs press together when she walks by. your voice goes breathy around her. you can’t even look at her hands without whining.

she notices, of course. she cups your cheek gently, “almost, just a little longer.”

and you want to scream. AND CREAM!

day 30 // 11:59 PM

she sits behind you in bed, legs around your hips, arms around your waist.

holding you.

breathing with you.

not touching sexually.

just…well, waiting.

her lips brush your shoulder. “when the clock changes, you will not be able to walk tomorrow, dear.”

she kisses your pulse, “nod if you understand.”

you nod. “yes, bessa.” she laughs low, soft, devastating.

DECEMBER 1ST // 12.00 AM

the restraint shatters like IMMEDIATELY THE SECOND IT TURNS 12

there is no hesitation. no slow build. no gentle start.

ambessa lifts you, one arm under your thighs, the other behind your back and lays you down like you are something precious she is about to ruin.

her mouth is on your throat immediately, openmouthed, hungry, devouring kisses that make your back arch.

her hands are so big around your waist it feels like she could just close her fingers and break you in half.

she drags your underwear down slow, not teasingly

her voice is destroyed already, “i have missed this.”

she spreads you open with both hands, like she’s studying you, honoring you, starved for you.

and then she goes down on you.

deep tongue. strong pressure. messy sounds.

she’s moaning into you like she’s the one being touched.

your legs shake fast, too fast, and she just holds your thighs steady like her hands were made for the exact shape of your body.

you’re already crying.

“a-ambessa!! ngh wait i—”

she lifts her head just enough to speak against your swollen, wet pussy— voice hoarse and reverent, “thirty. days.”

she sucks your clit and your entire spine leaves your body. you cum so hard your vision whites out and she does not stop.

your hips try to pull away but she gathers you back easily and keeps going. you’re crying, shaking and babbling. she’s groaning like she’s drinking water in a desert.

when she finally pulls back, her mouth is wet and shining, and her pupils are shot.

“turn over.” you’re on your stomach before you even think.

she straps up, the big one. the one with weight. the one she never uses unless she wants to break you apart slowly.

you feel it when she presses the tip in, stretching you slow but deep, like she wants your body to remember the shape of her.

she leans over you chest to your back, lips to your ear.

“i have waited a month to fuck you,”

she whispers, deep, low, shaking,

“and i am not going to be gentle.”

she fucks you deep enough to feel it in your throat. paced, controlled, but merciless.

your moans are broken. your tears are constant. your voice is barely words.

she holds your wrists down. and bites your shoulder. she breathes your name like a prayer and a claim.

you cum. again, again and again you start losing count. she doesn’t stop, she doesn’t even slow.

the room is heat and sweat and breath and the sound of skin hitting skin hard. slap squelch slap squelch !!

your voice is wrecked, shaking:

“p-please m’bessaaa i- i can’t!!”

she kisses your jaw. “yes you can, darling. just let me handle it.”

and she fucks you until you do. again, and again, and again till you receive the best aftercare. GRAYSON  ✶  14 DAYS

she’s sweet, normal, laughing. cooking dinner.

she kisses you on the forehead instead of the mouth.

she sleeps facing the wall because she knows if you cuddle she’ll crumble.

you tease her lightly — sitting on her lap, hugging her from behind, and she just smiles like angels are singing in her ears.

“nice try, sweetheart.”

she’s confident.

she’s calm.

she’s in control.

but as the days go by, her touches linger. her eyes drop to your lips, chest and ass more often. she swallows hard when you stretch or climb into her lap.

she starts avoiding the bedroom with you inside it.

she’ll be like “i’ll sleep on the couch, you know, just to be safe.” voice tight. cheeks pink.

she’s not suffering horny.

she’s suffering yearning.

it’s night. you’re in bed. she’s behind you. and you slowly back up into her.

just your hips touching her thighs.

she fucking stops breathing.

her hand hovers over your waist, not touching, just trembling in place.

you whisper,

“you can hold me, baby. ain’t gonna bust in me are you?”

she smiles and does. very carefully. very gently.

her chest pressed to your back, lips against your shoulder, breathing like she’s trying not to beg.

the next night, you’re wearing one of her shirts. no pants, just your undies. soft. sleepy. warm.

you crawl into her lap on the couch while she reads.

not even horny. just loving.

you tuck your head under her chin. your breath brushes her throat. her hands hovering, unsure, fragile. you nuzzle her neck.

“graayyy?”

her voice is so quiet and raspy godddd, “shh baby don’t do that. you know what it does to me.”

you blink up at her. “does what?”

she swallows, her hands cup your cheek like she’s holding something holy and breakable.

“you know exactly what you’re doing.” your eyes meet hers and that’s it. her restraint shatters.

she kisses you like her heart is on fire,

slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, her fingertips trembling at your jaw because she has wanted this for two weeks.

she lifts you onto her lap properly, thighs spread over hers, your chest flush to hers, hands gripping her shoulders like you will fall apart without her.

her voice is breathless, warm, almost breaking, “i’m sorry, i tried i really tried. but i missed you. i missed this so much, darling.”

and you’re already whining because she kisses like she’s trying to pull your soul out through your mouth.

she pulls back just enough to look at you. her eyes are already glossy.

not from lust.

from finally.

“we can stop,” she whispers, voice thin, trying so hard to be good. “we haven’t broken anything yet, y’know…”

her mouth trembles she wants you so bad it looks like pain. you shake your head.

“n-no grayson, i want you.”

and then the restraint is gone.

her hands are everywhere — your waist, your back, your thigh — sliding you higher into her lap, aligning your hips to hers. you quickly remove to remove your underwear and hers.

gosh her pussy is the prettiest. that bush— but no, no time to day dream now.

you both close the distance between your heats.

you both moan — soft, involuntary, broken at the same time, and it’s like the room sparks around you.

her fingers grip your thigh, spreading you wider over her, guiding you until your bodies slot together perfectly, that tender, slick glide as your folds brush hers. you both gasp.

the first slow grind is accidental, just your weight settling but it sends a shock up both your spines.

your breath shatters.

she’s already tearing up.

just tears slipping down her face without her noticing, mouth parted, breath shaking while she rolls her eyes back.

she holds your waist like she’s afraid you’ll disappear mid touch.

“i—”

her voice catches, raw.

“i don’t want to hurt you— nghh”

you shake your head again, faster, “you won’t please m-more.”

her hips move just enough for your clits to drag against each other nice and gooodddd.

you whine loud, broken and she chokes on a gasp like the sound punched the air out of her chest.

she grips you tighter.

“okayokay i’ve got you—”

and she starts really grinding.

not frantic.

not dirty.

intimate.

deep, rolling movements that push you into her, pressed,, breath mixing, thighs trembling.

the sound of your wetness between you is obscene. soft, messy friction, rhythm building until your hips are moving together without thought.

your moans go higher .your body starts shaking. you clutch her thighs, nails sinking in.

her tears fall onto your neck.

“you’re- you’re so warm— god, i forgot,”

her voice is wrecked, completely gone,

“i forgot how good you feel mmh”

your thighs squeeze around her, grinding harder, faster, chasing the pulse building low and tight in your stomach. your breath is breaking.

“gray- graysonnn!! i— ”

she hears it. her own hips stutter like she’s losing rhythm—

she grabs your hips in both hands and guides you through it, fucking up into your pussy, scissoring harder, deeper, wetter, your clits dragging perfect and overwhelming.

you sob out loud, voice high and thin:

“i can’t- oh goshh it’s too- i’m cumming soon ahh”

she presses her forehead to your cheek, her tears smearing against yours, “yes you can, sweetheart. f-fuck i’m right here, please stay with mhh me”

your orgasm hits hard and deep and full body,

your thighs clamp around hers, your back arches, you cry out open, raw, helpless.

she comes with you— a deep, broken noise from her chest like she’s finally letting herself feel which god sounds sooo beautiful.

you collapse into each other. your legs are still tangled. your chests press and fall together. your breaths are uneven and wet.

she’s still holding your hips like you might vanish, “thank you.”

you tuck your face into her neck.

“don’t thank me, baby.” you pant, “let’s just rest.. we’ll clean up later.” VI  ✶  2 DAYS

day 1 she was cocky as hell. leaning back on the couch w her hands behind her head like,

“pffft babe i literally grew up in a prison. you think i can’t handle not busting for a few days? easy.”

you shrugged. you weren’t even teasing yet cause you didn’t have to.

cause day 2 hits like a truck.

so you get home from work and what you hear are the sounds of whimpering. your bedroom door is cracked open. soft, desperate breathing.

you push the door open and there she is.

vi.

on her knees on the bed, hips grinding down hard onto your pillow, both hands gripping it like it’s life support.

she’s in just a tank top and minecraft boxers, hair messy as hell, cheeks flushed deep pink.

her forehead is pressed to the pillow as her hips are moving fast — sloppy, needy, desperate circles and thrusts.

she didn’t notice you yet. “fuck!! gosh i love you i love youiloveyouuu mhh”

you lean against the doorframe, “really?”

her entire spine goes stiff. her hips instantly stop mid grind.

she turns her head slowly — face red, pupils blown, sweat on her neck, lips bitten raw.

“…hey.”

“hey.”

she clears her throat, “so before you say anything. i didn’t cum. so technically— ”

you raise an eyebrow, “honey, you were humping my pillow.”

“yeah but, i didn’t finish.”

you walk towards her and she squeezes your pillow tighter between her thighs, like you’re gonna take it. you sit on the edge of the bed and tilt her chin up with one finger, “vi, baby. you lost.”

“i didn’t! babe, i was so — you were gone all day and you were wearing that stupid cute shirt this morning and i could smell your shampoo on this pillow and—”

she cuts herself off, mortified.

“awww you missed me?” you smile wickedly.

“shut up.” she tries to sound cocky but fails, she’s gone already.

you slip your hand between her thighs and lean close to her ear,

“go on then, show me how bad you wanted it.”

her hips start moving again — but slower because she’s looking right at you while she does it, breathing your air, forehead on your shoulder.

she’s so wet the pillow is already damp, her voice gets high embarrassingly needy “pleaseee!! please fuck i missed you babyyyy”

you guide her hips, fingers digging into her waist, making her grind harder, deeper.

“say it,” you whisper. “say you broke.”

“i— ” another grind and her voice cracks.

“i broke okay? i fuckin lost. just don’t stoppp!! feels s’good!”

and she cums from humping your pillow while looking you straight in the eyes, thighs shaking, breath stuttering, face pressed to your boobies as she whimpers through it.

pathetic in the sexiest way possible.

when she’s done, she just collapses against you, panting, gripping you like she thinks you’re gonna vanish.

“two days, huh?”

she groans into your collarbone, “shut the fuck up.” CAITLYN  ✶  17 DAYS

she didn’t mean to find them, your laptop was open.

a folder not even hidden well, just…there.

photos from months ago — ones you took when you were feeling hot and wanted to surprise her back then.

she should have closed it. she really did try.

but the second she saw even one glimpse, your thigh, your hand pulling your underwear aside, that perfect arch — her breath hitched like she’d been punched.

she sat down slowly, scrolling through more files. and she finds another one.. and opens it.

and then another.

and another.

her voice is barely a whisper to herself, “oh god.”

she was so composed up until now. so calm, so proud and so polished.

day 17 breaks her like a fever.

she goes to your drawer, top shelf.

she knows exactly where the vibrator is.

she takes the pretty one, the purple one she bought for you because of course she did.

she lies back on the bed. knees bent to her chest, legs spread slowly like she’s still pretending to be elegant even though she’s about to ruin herself.

the photos are still open on the laptop beside her.

your body.

your expression.

your hand between your legs.

she drags two fingers through her panties, and they come away wet. not damp. fucking wet.

“seventeen days, i lasted seventeen days for you—”

she presses her palm over her mouth to muffle the sound, because she’s already whining, already shaking.

she turns the vibrator on lowest setting. and just the sound of it makes her hips lift.

she brings it to her clit and the noise that leaves her is not dignified.

a whine — high, breathy, desperate.

her free hand fists the sheets. her thighs start shaking instantly because her body has been begging for this for weeks.

her eyes flutter, lashes wet, chest rising too fast.

she whispers your name like a prayer. no, really, “pleasepleaseplease!! darling, oh i need you,”

she grinds up against the vibrator, hips jerking, trying not to move too fast but failing.

she’s not even trying to stay quiet anymore.

she’s breathless, soft gasps, whimpers, her whole body tight, so close it hurts.

she keeps looking at the photo on the screen,

your pussy exposed, your fingers spreading yourself for the camera.

her lips part. and then she falls apart. not a short orgasm.

but a slow, overwhelming, full body release, her thighs clench, her back arches off the bed, her mouth opens silent for a second, like the pleasure is too big to make a sound. and then the cry comes.

a broken, choked, whimpering sob of relief, “ooh god!! oh my, mmph”

her orgasm just keeps going, long, drawn out waves that look like it’s stealing her breath. she can’t even look straight at the photos without rolling her eyes back.

when she finally collapses back down onto the sheets, her legs are still twitching.

she covers her eyes with her arm, chest heaving, flushed to the collarbone.

“i’m sorry, dear.”

but she’s smiling, sex dazed, soft and shy.

completely wrecked.

"She smells delightful, doesn't she?" Sevika turned to look at Ambessa as she spoke. You, their little Omega, were currently curled up into he bedroom. The past 48 hours you'd been nesting considering your heat was right around the corner.

"Why can't we... encourage her heat, it's a thing for a reason." Sevika scoffs as she folds her arms. Annoyingly Ambessa was dead-set on letting your body run it's course natrually. But why would they when their mere presence would send you into heat? "She needs to rest up, if she has not... progressed by tomorrow, we'll give her a little push."

A nugde in the right direction would be getting to taste your slick, dripping, needy little cunt. But of course Ambessa wouldn't let Sevika. Although both were Alpha's, Ambessa was the leader of your pack.

The only thing Sevika could do was wait...

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The blankets weren't enough. Surrounded by their scent you borrowed further into the bed, nuzzling your face and neck over the items of clothing in your nest.

Sevika's distinct scent of cedarwood, smoke and cinnamon.

Ambessa's scent was sharper. Rich with vanilla, honey and an underlying sharp citrus scent.

It wasn't enough, you found yourself rubbing and grinding down on their clothing items in your nest, needing their scent everywhere. Including your slick, heat induced core.

You had tried to fight it, but it was no use. And your Alpha's? Well they had ears and noses sharper than any other creature... soon, of not already, they'd be able to smell your heat and come to relieve you of the ache.

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Ambessa sat stifling through paperwork, Sevika sat on the leather chair, hands crossed behind her head- never one to help unless asked... when her nose twitched. "She needs us."

Ambessa took her glasses off and set them down gently, stilling to let her nose seek out whatever Sevika was detecting- the undeniable smell of your slick. Potent and sweet. Ready for the taking. "She's mine first."

Sevika quickly follows on Ambessa's heels as she makes her way to the bedroom. "Well that ain't fair, I sniffed her out first!" The taller, stronger Alpha rolled her eyes in annoyance at the almost childish whining, not rewarding it with a response.

The whine you let out when they both enter the room has pleasure shooting to the tents in their pants. Sevika was painfully hard, wanting nothing more than to be buried in your heat, marking her territory. Ambessa was in the same boat, painfully hard but smiling internally knowing she gets you first. "Oh kitten, you need us now hm?"

Sevika growls lowly and take a seat onto he bed, leaning back against the headboard and pulling you between her legs, your back against her warm chest. "Shhh kitty, we've got you... you'll be full soon." Her low purring in your ear soothed you only for a short while. Being close to them as your heat overtook your senses was unbearable.

Sevika's large hand cupped your full yet pert breasts in her hands, pinching and rolling your overly sensitive nipples between her fingers as you both watched Ambessa strip. "Pl-please... please I need.. I need.. oh!" You let out a sharp cry as Sevika tugs on your nubs, purring low to quieten your pleas.

"Enough kitten, be a good girl and wait, we're here." Your eyes, full of unshed tears of frustration watched as Ambessa she'd her last peice of clothing. Large breasts full and heavy, abs sculpted only by the gods, the happy trial which both Alpha's sported that you loved so much which lead to their cocks. Long, girthy, angry looking and undoubtedly rock solid.

"Let me in kitten, spread for me." Sevika's hands slid down to pull your legs apart, her purring replaced by a low growl as she got a whiff of your slick. "Please... need to be full... please..." your hands grip her biceps, nails digging into Ambessa's rock-solid muscles as she sinks into you.

Had you been somewhat alert, the loud squelch of your sloppy cunt might've been embarrassing, but you were far too delirious and knot-drunk to care. "Look at you, taking her knot, good kitty... does that feel good kitten?" Sevika's whispers were the only thing grounding you, keeping you from floating to heaven- you were sure.

Ambessa's hands encircled your petite waist as she pulled you down onto her knot, impaling you over and over again, hitting that sweet spot inside you which elicited those beautiful, soft gasps from your lips. "I can feel her sweet little cunt tightening already. She's going to cum for us over and over again- she'll be ready for you Sevika."

Sevika let one hand drop your leg, her warm palm sliding down your thigh until her fingers found your pussy. Warm, wet, and pulsing with need. "Mmph kitten... you don't know what you do to me. Gonna mark you over and over again until you know nothing else other than what it means to be ours." Her fingers circle your clit, quick and precise to match Ambessa's harsh, deep thrusts.

"Ngggh! I'm- I'm ohhh pleasee! Please can I- hmph!" You couldn't even beg, you could get the words out through your pathetic, needy little whimpers.

Ambessa's hands squeeze your waist, demanding attention. "Beg properly kitten, or I won't knot you. You want to be bred don't you? To carry our pups?" Each word was accentuated with a powerful thrust of her knot, filling your heat over and over.

Of course you wanted to carry their pups- no you needed too. Your body yearned to carry their offspring.

"Pl-please... please can I cum? I pr-promise... pr-promise I'll be a g-good kitty!!" Each flick of Sevika's fingers, each thrust of Ambessa's cock brought you closer to the edge.

Somewhere along the line you had let go, stars exploding behind your eyes, the pressure in your spine spiralling beautifully through your body as you let go. Ambessa growled, loud and dangerous as her knot swelled, staying buried deep as she pumped load after load into your unprotected, open, accepting womb.

"Good girl... there we go kitten..." she licks your shoulder, purring as she cleans the blood from the wound Sevika made on your shoulder. A deep, nasty looking bitemark in the shape of her canines.

Because of course she marked you. At least she did it while you were orgasming and didn't feel the pain too much...

"My turn. Move." Ambessa growled lowly as did Sevika as her know deflated and she pulled out, though Sevika didn't give her cum a chance to spill- she was already sliding her own knot deep into you, enliciting a needy whimper from your lips- Sevika's favourite sound.

Needy meant you needed them. And they would always need their sweet little Omega.

Ambessa sat over on the chair in the corner, watching closely as Sevika had her way with you. Her own knotting style was deep but gentle. Sevika? Completely animalistic. She watched as her little Omega got folded in half, plowed into over and over by Sevika's knot. She wasn't as long but was a lot girthier. Hence she always went last- the stretch was still a lot for your petite little body.

"My god... look at you takin' it so fucking good kitten... gonan make sure you're carryin' our pups... ain't no way I'm pulling out until you are." Your back arches, hands clawing and scratching at her shoulder and back as you take each harsh thrust, the tip of her knot abusing that sweet spot inside you which was already oversensitive and sore.

It wouldn't take long for you to let go once more, and Sevika wouldn't be able to hold back. Not when your tight little cunt was pulsing and milking her knot.

"T-too much!! Nghhhh pleaseee! Please l-let me cum ah- ah- again!!" Sevika growls into your ear as your sharp little claws scratch at her skin, drawing blood. She loved it, loved the pain, the burn. "That's it kitty, mark your Alpha, let 'em know who gets to sink their cock in this sweet little hole..."

She nips and sucks on your nipples, her know swelling as you tighten around her. The mixture of sensations- overwhelming and gratifying as you let go for the second time. "Ohhh mmph! Oh my goddd pleasee!" No one was sure what you were begging for. Not even you.

Ambessa watched from the sidelines, pleased with the breeding Sevika was giving you. Her own hand was wrapped around her cock, so close to cumming again, but she'd wait until Sevika let go.

"Fuck fuck fuck... pussy's fucking addictive..." she groans into your ear, a low sound, a mixture of a purr and growl emits from her throat as her knot swells inside you, stretching you to your limits as her own seed pulsed and found home in your womb.

Her hands cup your cheeks and wipe your tears as she spills inside you. Being an Omega was hard enough being tiny, and Sevika's knot would be hard for even the biggest Omegas to take- but like herself, she knee you got off on the pain, which was why she never felt too bad.

Although they had both bred you... your heat was far from being over. The three of you would be confined to this room for days. Breeding, napping, refuelling and then doing it all over again...

she invites you to her place just for you to find thousands of roses in the foyer and a gift box with your name on the table

she has you follow a trail of clues until you end up in her bedroom, still juggling an armful of gifts, where vi is waiting for you with a hopeful look

she rushes over to take the boxes from you and smothers your face in feather light kisses before apologising for making you feel shitty

her apology doesn’t stop there though and carries on well into the night

you complain about your bus being late? she’s already sent an uber black to your location

you don’t know which gaming console you want? she’s got it covered - multiple packages with every console you mentioned are arriving by the next day

you’re at a party but you’re feeling needy? she’s already dragging you to a storage cupboard, crowd be damned, and eating you out with such fervour you think you might see heaven

pays for your gym membership at a place like equinox and makes sure you two take full advantage of the sauna - it might be warm in there, but you come out sweaty for a whole other reason

has a garage full of vintage motorbikes that cost a fortune and only she can touch

pays you your days salary (and then some) so you can take time off work just so you can visit her at her home gym

she uses you to show off her impressive strength by lifting you as if you weigh nothing in her arms

getting used as her personal gym equipment is a major turn on

lives to impress you with her physique, she gets so pleased with herself when she notices your eyes darken as they wander over her toned body

she definitely has mirror ceilings and she definitely makes you stare at yourself as she fucks you stupid underneath them

Jinx

the mischevious one

she’s the rich artsy kind and you’re her muse

this means she needs you around 24/7 in case creativity strikes her - naturally, this leads to her paying for your company

has you come over to the studio all the time

one time, she set down a canvas on the floor, told you to strip, covered you two in paint and fucked you right there and then

the rolling around, teeth bared, guttural moan, primal kind of fucking; she relished in the bruises that bloomed on your neck and chest as she sucked on your most sensitive spots

the resulting painting was quite impressive to look at, even if thinking about its creation made you more flustered than you’ve ever been

her hands aren’t only good for creating art pieces it seems

she’s one of the sugar mommy’s that pays you the most since she views your company as priceless when it comes to her work

you get anything you ask for, seriously

you’re decked head to toe and all of it is something jinx either gifted you or gave you the money to buy

if it’s something not available to buy, she buys luxurious materials that cost more than your salary just to craft it for you

takes you to the kind of stiff, fancy places she hates just to have you wear vibrating underwear which she has the controls for

sometimes it’s even the opening night of her art gallery

she makes it a challenge: how long can you go without drawing attention to yourself due to your moans - the longer, the more money you get

it’s downright obscene, the way she knowingly glances at you with subdued glee , your slight whimpers echoing as you try your best to muffle the sounds, tears welling up in your eyes

she goes back to chatting up art collectors and investors as she secretly turns up the power of the vibrations hitting you right to the core

she calls you her “sweet thing” when you get back to her penthouse and she makes it up to you by giving you her bank card

she likes to make you laugh during sex too, she doesn’t like if you try to make it too “dour”

Caitlyn

the inexperienced one

cait’s been single for a while and it’s obvious it’s taking its toll

her friends encourage her to go out and meet someone new but she’s too focused on work to waste time on someone she probably won’t like

one day she stumbles upon a sugar baby site and says fuck it

the first date is pretty awkward but after a couple drinks, you manage to loosen her up so she’s more free with you

she has no clue what her role in this kind of arrangement is so she goes all out from the get-go; she loves spending money on you to the point it’s a bit insane even if she tells you not to worry

has to ask her friends for advice on the group chat constantly (she has a history of fumbling attractive people and she’s not letting it happen again)

adds you to her country club membership so you two can play tennis on the weekends

this place is fancyyyyyy but she makes sure you feel comfortable

gets you a instructor if you don’t know how to play

this obviously means she buys you about ten different outfits with tennis bracelets to match each

buys you a penthouse in the best part of town, close to where she lives of course so she has easy access to you

you two christen every single room in your new place, no stone left unturned

scissoring in the large bedroom, head on the lavish kitchen countertops, taking turns fucking with the strap on the balcony with a breathtaking view, fingering in the living room - everything and anything you can think of

her job isn’t done until the two of you are exhausted and wailing loud enough that the neighbours 20 floors down are complaining

she is insatiable when it comes to you, it’s like you lit a fire within her that she can’t put out no matter how hard she tries

completely adores how cute you act when you try to deny her pricey gifts

even more so when she gifts you a first edition book and your demeanour turns more panicked by the second

really though, she’s freaking out more than you are although she doesn’t show it often

her biggest fear is gifting you something you hate which leads to you ending everything

you’ve never had a sugar mommy treat you like this

she gives her assistant special instructions to let you into her office at any time, a privilege only you’re blessed with

you manage to distract her and before she knows it, she’s forced to make herself look presentable in only five minutes despite having a smudge-proof lipstick mark on her cheek she can’t get off for the life of her

doesn’t want to admit that she wants more than a purely transactional relationship with you

Silco

the generous one

gives you an exorbitant amount of money every time you see him

like, a CRAZY amount

it barely registers for him though, he has more money than should be possible

he goes as far as to give you his black card even if you didn’t ask for it

goads you to max it out and somehow, despite spending so much, you’ve barely dented the thing which makes him laugh

he expects you to spend most of the money he gives you on luxuries you wouldn’t normal buy and asks you to do a haul and model it all for him in his office

behind the scenes, he’s busy paying off your any debts you might have, setting up a trust fund for you, looking for houses you would like

wants you to be set up for life

showers you in decadent lingerie that fits you perfectly from boutiques like la perla, agent provocateur and honey birdette - only the best for his girl

has to replace your lingerie quite often though, he goes feral when he sees you all dolled up just for him

even more so if you were good and listened to his demands, buying the exact lingerie he wanted to see you in

has you sign a detailed contract before the arrangement begins since he wants to make sure you’re comfortable with everything

also wants to make sure you follow his rules

wants you to only refer to him using “sir” when it’s just the two of you

i see him as the kind of sugar daddy that does expect some sugar in return

he’s very abrasive in bed, and calls you all types of degrading names which only serves to turn you both on further

has some…curious interests that he pays you more for indulging in - he is a gentleman after all

“my money hungry slut” and “little whore” are his favourites

takes you on shopping sprees for aftercare (and maybe he does cuddle too but you can’t let anyone else know that) - he doesn’t want you to think he views you a less than just because of the life path you’ve chosen

his idea of pillow talk is giving you tips on the stock market and trading

Sevika

the brusque one

she has commitment issues, is afraid of vulnerability and has a high sex drive

this has led her romantic relationships to fail in one way or another, which is where you come in

she sees it as a simple business transaction - nothing more, nothing less

she likes having you around but don’t get confused: she doesn’t want a real relationship with you

doesn’t sugar coat her words around you and while it might make anyone else run for the hills, you appreciate her honesty

having someone as gorgeous as you coo and hang onto her every word does inflate her ego

everyone wants you, eyes appraising you up and down, but they can’t have you - only she can

so punctual with her payments that it genuinely feels like any other regular job

she looks down on those so called sugar mommies that skimp out of paying a fair rate - you don’t need to worry with her, you’ll be getting more than you ever really needed

despite presenting a stoic image, she can’t help but give in to your every whim

all you have to do is glance at a display window with even a hint of longing and she’s immediately rolling her eyes, dragging you into the shop to buy it for you

if you get tired walking around and ask her to carry you she will huff and puff but that doesn’t stop her from scooping you up anyway

she has a strap on AND it’s the kind that ejaculates too

you two go to luxury toy makers and get straps custom made to tailor to both of your wants and desires

she perhaps gets attachments for her mechanical arm too…

she doesn’t skimp out on the good stuff when it comes to you

her hot grunts ring in your ears as she grinds into you, her body seemingly encompassing your entire body and mind

creampies you every time and fucks the cum back inside of your dripping hole just to watch it leak back out and repeat the cycle again until you’re begging out for her

you’re in a daze for a good ten minutes after and she can’t help but snort at the faces you make

maybe this isn’t just a simple transaction to her

Vander

the hesitant one

vander feels icky about the relationship he has with you at the start

he’s much older than you and you’re still in university, it makes him feel like such a bad person who’s preying on your vulnerability

you make sure to always remind him that he’s single-handedly paying for your tuition

you love what he does for you!

once he gets past that hurdle though, god have mercy on your soul, you will be ruined for other people

he basically acts as your mentor just with some extra benefits on the side

loves to hear you yap about any projects you’re working on and does his best to help with any issues at university

he’s the type to text you good morning and good night every single day without fail

even gives you a bigger allowance if you wake up early and reply to his good morning texts quickly

what? it’s an incentive to get you to attend your lectures

likes to be called daddy even if it does make him blush intensely

he gets off on the idea of being your protector and the only one to provide for you

cockwarms you when you’re working on assignments and it turns your brain to mush every time

spanks you when you stop paying attention

honestly it feels like he’s working against you whenever he does this

also gets jealous when you talk about dates you had with other people

he never made the relationship an official one, but that doesn’t stop him from fucking you hard, his hand prints left on your hips to mark his territory

definitely can’t walk the next day and he’s so smug

down BAD

Ambessa

the teasing one

ambessa has play things in every city; you name a place, odds are she’s got a hook up there

you’re no exception of course

in fact, you’re her favourite out of them all

whenever ambessa calls, you run to be at her service

L O A D E D

exposes you to experiences you never even knew existed, i’m talking about things only the upper 1% can do

she’s the kind of sugar mommy that likes to hear about your day over a glass of wine

the mundanity helps her calm down from her hectic life

she will hold the things she does for you over your head

it’s mean but she views it as her right considering all the luxuries she gives you access to

jokes she’s going to go to a perfumer and get the scent of your sex turned into a perfume

when you accept a surprise gift from her, it turns out it was not a joke - you should’ve known something was up the second her wicked smile made an appearance

actually doesn’t smell too bad

has you use it every single time you’re around her and only then

she’s a FREAK what can i say

whisks you off to couple spa days; you both deserve a little rest and relaxation every now and then

speaking of spa days, she often asks you to massage her which usually ends with your large hands pawing all over your body

she likes receiving more than giving but she still prioritises giving you plenty of orgasms through the night

what kind of sugar mommy would she be without ensuring you’re also satisfied with your arrangement?

you’re worn out from what she considers foreplay

still, you need to make sure you’re being as thoughtful as she is otherwise you’re getting kicked down the rungs of her sugar baby ladder

Mel

the cunning one

mel is the best sugar mommy around i know it

doesn’t do it often - she tries to limit herself to one sugar baby every once in a while

she sees them as worthwhile investments

if you want to be her sugar baby, you need to bring something useful to the table

she meets you at a science exhibition and is thoroughly impressed with your work

you need funding to complete your research and she needs relief from her stressful life as a counsellor

a win-win situation if you ask her

you don’t see her often, she’s too busy solving problems with the council, but when you do, she makes sure it’s worth your time

expensive dinner dates, surprise weekend get-aways, opera concerts - anything you ask for, it’s yours

not only is she funding all of your research, she takes you to galas where you can mingle with the elites you need to win over to achieve more exposure for your research

she usually sends boxes full of clothes and shoes to your house for you to wear to these outings, and picks you up fancy black car with a chauffeur and bottles of wine in coolers

she has her hand on your leg the entire journey there, a faint smirk on her lips when she notices how hot and bothered you are

in a relationship like this, she likes to be the dominant one in bed

she doesn’t expect anything sexual in return but if you’re willing she’s more than happy to fulfill those needs too

leans towards being sensual and romantic but that doesn’t mean she won’t make sure to fuck you thoroughly

heavy on foreplay to the point you think you’re going to pass out from the pent up energy in you

has lots of toys she likes to use on you, she’s very experimental and wants to test which one you respond to the most

also likes you to use the toys on her too and when she sees you suck her wetness off the toy you just used on her, she melts into a puddle

yeah, you’re getting an instant increase on your allowance and you’re getting a new custom wardrobe

Jayce

the proud one

jayce comes from a relatively well-off family, but his inventions launched him into stardom and left him with more money than he knew what to do with

he decides the best thing he can do is spread the love

he finds you on a site for this kind of stuff, something he would rather die than admit, and knew he had to get you on a date with him

makes you custom jewellery set with the most unique stones you’ve ever seen and loves when you wear them out on dates with him

you probably have the entire gdp of a small country just on your wrist alone

wants a play-by-play of all the things you bought that week, he’s lowkey into hearing how much of his money you spent on treating yourself

he wants you to buy even more things with his money than you already do which flusters you but you give in every time

he’s another one that wants a fashion show where you try on everything you bought

he just likes to sit and clap with a smile as you twirl for him

loves to show you off at all the balls and galas he’s invited to

takes you on late night drives in his alpine a110 r-turini and he always has one arm, big with straining muscles, around your headrest which never fails to make your heart flutter

oh i can see him being into role play

maybe he’s your boss and you’re the maid he just caught stealing from him lmao

he loves to get sloppy head from you and offers you all sorts of gifts in return

talking, or helplessly groaning in this situation, about all the ways you can drain his money is his form of dirty talk, “yeah, just like that babe. you want me to buy that new phone don’t you? well, take me like the good girl i know you are and work for it.”

he’s so whipped for you it borders on quite cute imo

Viktor

the cocky one

viktor came into new money after selling the patent for one of his inventions

he is well aware that he’s an attractive guy and could have pretty much anyone he wants, but his long work hours aren’t conducive to healthy relationships

so he takes it upon himself to get a sugar baby, no strings attached

has you stay with him in his lab to keep him company - he loves listening to your idle chatter about things he has no interest in

but when it’s you talking about them he’s captivated by every word

likes to call you his “cute lab assistant” and tries to hide how much he likes it when you call him your “handsome scientist”

he fails obviously

he explains extremely complicated topics in a very contrived way, even when he knows he can simplify it for the average person, because seeing the dumbfounded look on your face gets him going

closes down a whole shopping mall just so you can frolic about and shop to your hearts content; oh, don’t worry about all those bags, he has a guy to carry them all so you two can focus on having a nice date ^^

gonna be real, he’s the kind of guy to fuck you against the wall of the changing room, not caring that the bashful shop assistants can hear every single clap of skin slapping against each other and the strangled moans you both let out

buys all the clothes you tried on, you’re too fucked out to notice the looks you get from the workers, and the fact that the clothes might be a bit…dirty 😭

at least he tips them enough to make up for it

sprays his designer cologne on your gifts so you remember who you belong to

playfully suggests you give him a lap dance so he gets his money worth but you both know it was anything but a joke

good thing you love putting on a show for him!

this guy is such a troll, he literally throws money on you and slips bills in between the straps of your underwear as you sensually dance for him in the lingerie he paid for

has to control himself from pouncing on you then and there

he really enjoys the way you can both tease each other and not take things too seriously