Warning: feminization kink (a little). Could be seen as a little derogatory, but in an affectionate way. Also featuring the calming powers of juns dick

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With Jun's fingers inside him, grounding him, Damon found his gaze locked with Jun's, unable to look away as the alpha ruthlessly dragged his fingers over Damon's inner walls. Damon shuddered with his whole body. The omega within him writhed in euphoria...and yet, something else within him was still snappish – one too-taut thread away from trying to claw Jun's eyes out.

So though Damon's hole was soft and welcoming and became all the more slick for Jun, Damon found himself turning his head and biting into Jun's forearm like a rabid dog, keeping eye contact all the while - challenging.

Jun didn't move, didn't even flinch from the pain. But the corner of his mouth tightened in disapproval. "You don't want to do that," he said, calm and even-toned. And yet, there was something behind it. Something tense.

Damon pretended he hadn't heard, biting down harder. If Damon hadn't been in full omega mode right now, he would have known that what he was doing right now – the biting, the eye contact, the tiny growl in the back of his throat – was a surefire way of pissing off an alpha.

Now, as alphas go, Jun certainly wasn't the hot-headed type. On a normal day, he might take excessive eye contact or an intrusion of personal space as a minor annoyance – but no one would do it anyway because Jun was scary. Not in the way he acted of course – but Jun was strong and dominant, and perhaps all the scarier because he was so level-headed and controlled. He wasn't the type to start a fight, but if he were to get in one, he would win.

So in a normal situation, Jun wouldn't take anything Damon was doing as a challenge. But every omega instinct in Damon was doing its best to bring out the opposite but mirroring alpha instinct in Jun – goading him.

Why? Because the omega in Damon wanted to be bred, and it didn't want Jun to be gentle. So when Damon refused to release Jun's arm, Jun had no choice but to take the hand that was still fingering Damon and use it to grab Damon by the jaw. He slid a slick thumb between his own flesh and Damon's lower teeth, effectively prying him away.

Damon was about to bite down on Jun's thumb with everything he had when Jun leaned down, making it impossible for Damon to avoid his eyes.

"No," Jun said firmly, shaking Damon's head with the hand on his jaw, rattling his skull, as if trying to shake some sense into him. "Be good. If you're going to act like a bitch, I'll fuck you like one."

Well...that's kind of exactly what Damon wanted. So he brazenly sucked on Jun's thumb while keeping eye contact and growling gently. He narrowed his eyes, the message clear.

If you want me to be good, you're just going to have to fuck the bitch out of me.

So Jun did. He slammed Damon's hands firmly above his head and bared his teeth right back at Damon, silently ordering him to keep his hands there. And Damon did, because though he was in bitch-mode, he was also impatient, and he knew the more he messed around the longer it would take to finally be full. But Jun was now incensed enough that the omega in Damon was certain he was going to get it as good as he wanted it.

With his hands free, Jun grabbed Damon's legs to push them to his chest, bending the poor omega in half. As uncomfortable as the position probably looked from the outside, the stretch to Damon's muscles was pleasant, and the cool air against his slick-soaked skin made his nerves twitch all the more. His hole fluttered wildly, pushing out more delicate trails of slick in a pitiful attempt to get Jun to go faster and get inside him already.

And get inside him he did. Jun was past the point of wanting to stretch Damon or be careful with him, and Damon really didn't want to be treated carefully right now either. Between one breath and the next, Jun pushed his cock inside Damon's softened hole with asingle thrust. There was only the tiniest of twinges at the stretch. Damon's body had prepared itself quite well.

Jun started off with a fast pace, fucking into Damon rapidly. The movement shook off some of the pillows and towels piled up around them in the nest, but Damon, blissfully, couldn't find it in himself to care. He had more important things to care about. Jun's balls, heavy and hot and full, slapped against Damon's ass.

The growl in Damon's chest quickly softened back into a purr, mouth hanging open slightly as he took Jun's hot cock. Each thrust seemed to shake away more and more of that annoyance, that niggling short-tempered voice in the back of Damon's mind.

Damon, pinned down as he was, couldn't do much but lay there and let Jun fuck him, but he found himself tightening his hole as much as he could around Jun's dick, silently begging for Jun to release inside him and quiet that voice inside him once and for all.

Damon would later thank the fact that Jun was out of heat for the moment. Because he was in no state to think about the consequences of actually getting Jun's come in him. Jun was, thankfully, and after working Damon up, he pulled out completely on one thrust.

Suddenly empty, Damon's eyes snapped open. He immediately started growling again, and used his now free hands to try and scratch at Jun's chest. Jun grabbed him by the waist and slammed him face first into the nest, pinning him down with a hand on his spine as he reached over to the bedside table.

"Behave," Jun ordered, barely out of breath.

Unable to reach around and claw at Jun, Damon had to settle for ripping at the bedding, seething, empty hole clenching around nothing. Rage melted into desperation, and his growl quickly became a whimper the longer Jun took. Jun's hand quickly switched to stroking Damon's spine.

"Shhh," he murmured, "I know. Be good for just a little longer."

But Damon didn't want to be good. And yet, Jun wasn't really giving him a choice. So after a lot of shuffling and crinkling, finally, with Damon's hips still pressed into the bed, Jun slid his dick between Damon's slick covered cheeks and back into his waiting entrance.

With his own dick trapped between the bed and his body, Damon was in a state of torment from the friction, the new angle, and the way Jun had him held down. He could only breath open-mouthed into the nest, drooling into the fabric. Held in this way, he felt like he could barely even clench the muscles in his hole, reduced to just a soft, warm place for Jun to put his cock.

Damon's moans and whines were muffled against the bedding, lost in the haze of pleasure, in the feeling of being filled up just right, of being wet and good for Jun.

Then Jun stopped – again. It was agonizing. Just fuck me stupid already, Damon thought. Please.

The hand came off of his spine and Damon felt Jun pulling away. When he looked over his shoulder with teary eyes, Jun was sitting on his knees, just staring and waiting, cock heavy, hard, and flushed between his legs.

Why...?

Jun didn't say anything at first, content to watch Damon get more worked up. Finally, he touched Damon again, gently kneading at the fat at the side of Damon's hips and thighs. What was he doing?

"What?" Jun returned the question in Damon's eyes innocently, as if he had no idea what he was doing.

This man...Damon felt like biting the pillow next to him in rage. But Damon was in too much of a frenzy to try to argue or whine at Jun right now. He just needed – he needed.

So he played right into Jun's hands and got up on shaky knees, managing to stay up on one hand for a moment as he reached back with the other hand to guide Jun's dick back into him. He didn't have the energy to move into an easier position, and he missed a few times, the head of Jun's dick gently nudging everywhere but where Damon needed it.

The more Damon missed, the more frustrated he became, whining in distress. Once that happened, Jun took pity on him and helped feed his dick back into Damon's hole. But once that was done, he took his hands away entirely, clearly intending for Damon to do the work now.

That's how Damon found himself bouncing back on Jun's cock and sobbing, feeling good, but not feeling good enough because he couldn't do it as hard and he wasn't hitting the right spots and he was so wet and slippery that Jun's dick kept popping out –

But then Jun grabbed Damon by the hair and pulled, and then he was tethered between the hand on his head and Jun's hips and God, it felt so good -

And the bitch was subdued.