ABO sheith, nsfw, smidge of violence, possessive behavior, some afab language
A knot like—
No.
His best friend who sometimes
Keith doesn’t do it on purpose. In all likelihood he probably even wears a plug to avoid such a thing. He’s just.. that wet.
Fuck.
Except then, one day he catches a cadet elbowing his buddies and making obvious commentary about Keith. Keith’s who’s obliviously doing stretches.
Shiro sees red.
Shiro doesn’t care, hardly processes it. He tugs the man out of Keith’s clutches and decks him.
“Don’t fucking touch him,” he snarls.
The cadet, miraculously
It’s a little clumsy but the man gets him just over the eye and there’s distant pain, likely blood, but Shiro only feels the shock at the audacity of this cadet.
Then Keith is there, spitting
In the end they’re left alone. Shiro’s still standing there in shock at it all.
“You’re bleeding,” Keith says finally, “cmon.” Shiro can’t speak, but he lets himself get lead away
“You didn’t have to do that,” Keith says getting out the supplies.
“He touched you,” shiro says.
There’s a sigh, but Shiro’s sure it’s fond. Then Keith
Shiro wouldn’t move for all the gold in the world. He barely even breathes.
Still Keith’s scent /blankets/ the small space. Impossible not to.
Every time he shuffles on Shiro’s lap, Shiro feels a quaking, dangerous thing inside him grow.
“They can’t touch you,” he says finally when Keith is laying down
Keith smirks, “oh yeah tough guy?”
He goes to get up then, but the smell of him swells and Shiro can only think about how Keith has surely slicked through and on Shiro’s pants by now. Shiro’s hands lock over his hips, reseating him.
Wet enough just to slide down a knot, even one as
Fuck.
No!
“Shiro?”
Shiro needs to get it together. He needs to think rationally, let go of Keith and—
And then Keith grinds forward, right over where his
Shiro growls, hands tightening.
“So they can’t touch, but you can?” Keiths tone is cheeky, but there’s a breathless quality to it. His cheeks are pink.
Everything is spiraling out of Shiro’s control. Everything he thought he knew has dissolved beneath
“Yes,” shiro says, meeting his eyes and grinding him on his lap. “You’re mine.”
It’s a gamble to say the words, forbidden even in his own mind, but he feels hot and wild and awash in Keith’s mesmerizing scent.
“Good,” Keith says.
Shiro gets those tiny fucking shorts off, feeling the resistance
“Fuck, I want to see,” shiro fumbles between kisses, rolling them over clumsy to get Keith in the sheets.
Keith makes a sound of inquiry, but Shiro’s already sliding
And what a prize it is. He spreads Keith and suddenly his gorgeous pussy is on full display, absolutely sopping. The smell hits him like a train car.
It doesn’t take long with Shiro’s diligence. Keith nearly screams his orgasm, and wetness just /gushes/. He keeps at it, drawing out the orgasm, basking in the rightness of the smell and heat and taste.
It hardly needs saying because Shiro is then moving up Keith’s body, his cock almost painful, every alpha instinct in him turned toward knot, knot, knot.
Keith’s legs widen in welcome.
It’s so slick, like a fucking dream. Keith is small and tight but this is what his body
“Mine,” he growls, pushing in and in and listening to Keith’s staccato sounds as he buries himself up to the knot.
“Oh fuck, fuck, you’re— stars that’s big. And not even the knot, /Christ/.”
Shiro can barely make sense
So he does. He pulls back and the fucks into the omega, nibbling at Keith’s throat as his hole quivers and clutches around him.
There’s no way in hell he lasts, but with the rising pitch of Keith’s cries
“Please!” The omega cries as the bed rattles and the smell of his pussy becomes deliciously sufffocating in the room.
The pleasure is indescribable. So, so, tight, Shiro nearly bites his tongue off as he sinks into that tight cunt, his omega screams as he’s breached
Shiro bites down on the omegas tender throat, fucking his pussy deep, grunting and garbling sounds and language as he starts to come.
His knot throbs, dumping come into his omega over and over.
Keith croons softly, rubbing his back, but Shiro can do nothing but stay in his pleasure, letting it slowly, slowly, pour into his omega.
It’s perfect. Amazing. Transcendent. It leaves him utterly dazed.
“Feel better there Alpha?”
Shiro blinks at him, dumbly.
Keith pets his hair. “Take your time. I’m yours, you’re mine. Okay?”
Shiro feels leagues away from his sober, responsible self but
He looks down at the very obvious bite mark he left on Keith’s throat. Keith is touching it w a preening sort of pride.
Keith is his mate.
He smiles with dawning awe. “Okay.”
Keith pulls him in for a tender kiss.
/END