Can't Keep Your Hands To Yourselves

Kyletober Day 11: Breeding

Summary: It's time for your heat again. This time you have a special request.

Pairing: Labrador hyrbid!Kyle x Cocker Spaniel hybrid!reader x owner John

Word Count: 1,928 words

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, hybrids, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mating cycles, knotting, slightly rough sex, fingering, voyeurism, masturbation

A/N: This might be one of my favorites honestly. Weird because I'm not usually super into breeding kink but this one got to me.

MASTERLIST

Your back arches, pushing your ass higher into the air. The hands around your hips tighten, pulling you back against the hips snapping against your ass. You’re bent over the edge of the plush bed next to the TV in the living room, face down in the soft, fluffy fabric. Your hybrid mate Kyle’s hands are around your hips, his cock buried deep in your slick pussy. The wet squelch of it fills the otherwise silent house.

Your owner left about an hour ago.

It was about five minutes after that, that Kyle mounted you.

You’ve been face down in the bed since.

Needy whines fall from your lips as you get closer and closer to another orgasm, the last two not nearly enough to satisfy the burning need pulsing in your abdomen. Kyle hasn’t cum yet, not even faltered as he’s fucked you through the two, nearly three orgasms.

The third is rapidly approaching, your fingers sinking into the fabric of the bed as the pleasure begins to intensify. Your legs are trembling, toes curling against the carpet as you get closer and closer to another orgasm.

You writhe as the pleasure explodes beneath your skin, your eyes rolling back as Kyle continues to fuck you through another orgasm. Whines continue to fall from your lips as you squeeze around his cock, seeking out the thing you can’t have.

A disappointed sigh is what pulls you from the sweet bliss of your orgasm.

You shift your head on the soft, plush surface of the bed so you’re looking up at your owner John as he stands there. Another needy whine leaves your lips as Kyle keeps thrusting into you, driving his hips into your ass desperately. He’s close, his grunts getting deeper and deeper.

“Can’t leave you two alone for five minutes.” Your owner shakes his head, watching the two of you.

Kyle doesn’t stop, doesn’t seem phased at all as he continues to fuck you, his fingers digging into the plush skin of your hips. You pant and whine as he pushes you past the point of overstimulation, seeking his own orgasm.

His hips grind against your ass as he finally cums, pushing his cock as deep as he can inside of you. He’s trying to knot you but he can’t. It’s not time for that yet.

Your owner approaches as Kyle folds over your back, spilling his load inside of you. You’re still fluttering around him, even as John grabs the back of his neck, tugging him off of you. You let out a whine, hips jerking at the sudden emptiness. You lay there, hips still in the air, skirt flipped up over your tail. Your owner bends down, spreading your cheeks to stare down at your puffy pussy.

He clicks his tongue, turning back to Kyle where he lays panting. “Well, clean up your mess.”

Kyle lets out an excited growl, diving back on you to shove his face between your thighs, his eager tongue lapping at the mixed juices steadily dripping out of you.

“Did he treat you well?” John asks, rubbing your belly as you lay across his lap.

You nod, stretching your limbs before settling again. “Yes, he did.”

“Good.” Your owner hums.

Kyle perks his head up where he’s laying on the big dog bed, his ears alert as he stares at you. He blinks slowly, his tail starting to wag as another wave of arousal starts to pool in your belly. You let out a soft whine, shifting on John’s lap.

“Close to your heat, aren’t you?” John sighs, rubbing your soft, fluffy ears.

“Yes,” You whine, squeezing your thighs together. “Want pups this time.”

John’s eyebrows raise as he stares down at you, his hand pausing where it’s rubbing your ears. “What?”

“I want Kyle’s pups.” You say, looking up at John.

“That’s a big responsibility.” John says, looking between the two of you as Kyle crawls over, laying his head on your stomach. John sighs, rubbing Kyle’s head. “Let’s talk about this while you’re not horny.” His hand slips into your pajama pants, fingers dipping between your thighs to your slick folds. Kyle sits back on his haunches, watching John’s hand move under your underwear as he circles your clit.

“Come here, make yourself useful, pup.” John says, tugging your pajama shirt up over your breasts.

Kyle shifts on his hands and knees, putting himself face to face with your chest. He leans down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You hold eye contact with him, your lips parting in a moan as John’s fingers sink into your pulsing pussy. Kyle suckles at your nipple, tugging lightly on the sensitive bud. Your thighs squeeze around John’s hand, heat starting to rush beneath your skin.

You are close to your heat. You’ve been feeling that burning need, the steady itching beneath your skin. Your senses are sharpening, making you more sensitive to smells and tastes. You want to lick Kyle’s throat, taste his musky scent the way he’s licking at your nipple. You want to sink your teeth into him, shake him like a toy.

Your hand lifts, wrapping around the back of his neck. He lets you guide him up to your lips, swallowing your moan as his fingers pinch your other nipple. You write on John’s lap as you kiss Kyle, your thighs squeezing around John’s hand as he pumps his fingers in and out of your sopping pussy.

Kyle’s fingers tug at your nipple, squeezing and pulling almost like he’s trying to coax milk out. He’s imagining it, your breasts full of milk, tummy swollen with his pups. Will you have one or two? Will they take more after you or him? John is right, they’re a lot of work, but you’re sure this time. You want Kyle’s pups.

Your body shudders as you whine against Kyle’s lips. The hand around the back of his neck holds him there as you cum around John's fingers.

John soothes your needy whine as he situates the pillow under your hips. “Easy sweet girl. He’s coming.”

Slick is sliding down your thighs, creating a damp spot under you on the pillow. You start rocking your hips, rubbing your clit against the damp fabric for some sort of relief. Your skin is burning and itching again, your pussy nearly pulsing in time with your heartbeat. You need relief. You need Kyle.

Usually you’d be separated around this time. Kyle would go to Simon’s house while John keeps you comfortable for the three rough days at the peak of your cycle. Your most fertile days.

Not this time, though.

Your tail wags as you pick up a familiar scent in the air, the musky scent of Kyle and his arousal filling your nose. You push your hips up, lifting your tail as you present yourself for him, a low growl rumbling in his chest in approval.

“Take good care of her.” John says, standing behind you with him. “Be easy.”

You twitch as Kyle’s warm hands fall onto your skin, smoothing over the curve of your ass. His thumbs push against your puffy lips, spreading you apart so he can see your dripping pussy. The bed dips above you as John sits himself on the bed, relaxing against the headboard. You don’t pay him much mind as Kyle’s fingers drag through your folds, collecting some of your slick. Your hips push back against his hand, the desperate need for his cock and his knot clouding your mind.

You need him to breed you. You need him to give you his pups.

His fingers sink into you, your body opening to him automatically. He’s never seen you like this, he’s never experienced this part of your heat before. His sweet mate reduced to a needy, begging puppy. You fuck often outside of your heats, but it’s never like this.

You’re panting, cheek pressed against the blanket spread out on top of the bed. It’s a special one, made specifically for heats to keep the bed from getting too wet. Your owner picked it up yesterday after your conversation.

This is really happening. You’re really going to do this.

You let out a needy whine as Kyle withdraws his fingers, pushing your hips back against him. His hand on your ass pushes you forward again, keeping your cheeks spread open. You don’t have to protest very long as the tip of his cock prods against your entrance. Slick gushes out of you, coating his cock as he begins to ease into you.

There’s no resistance, your body opening eagerly to him as he pushes into you. He wastes no time, rutting into you immediately. His hands close around your hips, pushing you down against the pillow as his hips snap against your ass. Your toes curl as the sensation finally offers you a little relief, the heat beneath your skin blooming into a different kind of heat.

The angle drags your clit along the pillow with every rough snap of Kyle’s hips, his body folding partially over yours as he loses himself to his instincts. Your scent is thick in the air, meshing with his and the sweet scent of your owner.

You turn your head so you’re looking the other direction, towards your owner. He’s seated against the headboard still, watching the two of you. His pants are down around his knees, his hand fisting his cock. Your eyes roll in pleasure as Kyle continues to fuck you through your first orgasm, pleasure coursing through your veins. Your hips jerk, pushing back against Kyle’s hold as you cum, gushing all over the bed and his body.

It doesn’t deter him at all, his pace continuing as he chases his own high. You know what’s coming once he does reach it, your pussy clenching in excitement. He grunts as you squeeze around him, his fingers digging painfully into your hips but you don’t care. The pain morphs itself into pleasure, your mind too far gone to care about the bruises you’ll have once it’s all over.

There’s still quite a ways to go before that point, though.

Kyle fucks you through another orgasm, your body limp against the bed. Fluffy hair sticks to your sweaty skin, your tail still high in the air, wagging slightly back and forth in anticipation. It’s about to come. He’s about to cum.

You start pushing your hips back, feeling the slight swelling at the base of his cock. You push yourself with your hands pushing yourself back to meet his thrusts, almost as if you’re trying to push his knot into you already. You want it. You need it inside of you. That’s the only thing that’s going to ease the burning under your skin.

“Please, please.” You gasp and moan, trying to push yourself back on his knot. “Please, Kyle.”

“Got you.” Kyle grunts, folding himself over your back. “I got you.”

He ruts his hips into you a few more times before his knot swells completely. He pushes it into you as he cums, your body clamping down around him as he finally gives you what you need. His fingers dip below you to rub your clit furiously. Your legs tremble and shake, squeezing around him as you cum again, gushing around his knot.

John lets out a deep groan as he cums, spilling all over his hand. You lick your lips as both you and Kyle look up at him, your hand sliding across the comforter to reach out to him.

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8 months ago

Nikolai's appetite disappears over night and Price smells a rat.

cw: mention of body shaming, damaged relationship with food.

Nik loved food.

Not in the way that Johnny did, slamming an entire packet of Maryland cookies and then descending into a sugar coma, or the way that Gaz did, by seeing it as fuel to maintain a powerful and efficient body, so every macro counted. But in the way a wine taster did; there wasn't a city on earth where he couldn't steer John to the very best restaurant, be it tiny back alley taverna or sprawling five star hotel.

He loved sampling different cuisines, sourcing exotic dishes and sharing them with John (who had drawn the fucking line at sea urchin and puffer fish, because while he had never considered a rule about eating shit that could kill you in seconds, he made an ardent one in that moment). John reckoned it was a leftover from his army days when he would have had to survive on rat packs and mess food like the rest of them. He was enjoying it now he could.

So, when Nik suddenly stopped eating, it was bloody noticeable.

He'd still take John out, filling his plate and excitedly watching his face as he tried it, but he wouldn't eat himself. And if he did, it was some poxy salad or plain chicken that looked like it hadn't even glimpsed a spice rack. There were empty tupperware containers stacked in the co-pilot chair of the Black Hawk and Nik remained completely sober during a post-mission arse squeak celebration. (Where they had - in Ghost's words - bum squeaked their way through; Price wasn't sure it was technically an idiom, but he let it pass.)

"You watchin' yer figure, Nik?" Price asked finally, reclining in the wicker chair at the little café they'd stopped in. They were just outside Florence, and the tourists were just beginning to slither groggily into the sun.

"Da," Nik tapped his stomach, "I am, what do you call it, spreading?"

"You look fine t' me. More n' fine."

"I have lost some. But I still have more to do." Nik tugged at his sleeve, a self conscious gesture that John had never seen him do, and it set his teeth on edge.

"Did someone say somethin'?"

Nik swallowed and John wished he'd take those bloody aviators off so his eyes were visible. "Not recently."

"Well, this has been goin' on for months," John said, gesturing at the black coffee that comprised Nik's entire breakfast, while John had polished off the continental version of a Full English. "So out with it. Who said what?"

"I..." Nik cleared his throat, shifting in his chair. "I was not wearing a shirt on a beach in America, visiting Laswell, and a group of young women advised me to go to the gym."

"You can olympic press Ghost."

"Da."

"You can bench press over twice your own bodyweight."

"Mm, da."

"I think you go to the gym plenty."

Nik went silent. He wasn't looking at John, which meant he was embarrassed and not sure how to recover. Whatever this was, whatever had been said, he would have retaliated with his usual bolshy dismissal at the time, but up there in his Heli it would have buzzed around in his head in the quiet until it got its barbs in.

"Fer a smart bloke, you 'n' 'alf thick sometimes."

"That is what I am trying to fi--"

"Not what I meant, Nikolai." John sighed, rubbing a hand over his beard as he considered Nik's slumped shoulders. "You're good-lookin', fit, hotshot pilot with yer gold chain. This is the first time some horrid cow has said somethin' cruel, I bet."

"I might have let myself go."

"You're fifty. It's allowed," John said. "But you haven't. Yer just as built as when we first met."

"I was thirty, John. That is not possible."

"I don't think I stuttered there, but I might be wrong..."

Nik tsked at him and wrapped his arms over his chest. He tried to make it look nonchalant but it was absolutely a barrier. "I am feeling self-conscious. It will pass. I do not wish to talk about it."

"Tough shit, Nik. We're talkin' about it." John scraped his chair loudly around the table and crowded into Nik's space, leaning down with his elbows on his knees to look up into the forlorn expression on his lover's face. "If - and I mean if - I thought your health was at risk, or you were lettin' yourself go, you not think I'd get you runnin' laps with my new crop until you were fit to run missions with my team again?"

"Da, I would expect nothing less."

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"I cannot."

"And has my performance between the sheets been any less enthusiastic?"

"Nyet..."

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"I know it's gonna take time to rebuild yer confidence, Nik. Not sure yer tellin' me the whole story but whatever they said, they're wrong. Women like that, they're cruel for sport. You could look like, uh... whathisname, Chris Hemsworth, 'n' they'd still say somethin'. Gives 'em a way to cover up their own insecurity, right?"

There was a small smile of amusement and Nik's arms fell away, letting John run his hands a little higher. "I am impressed you remembered the name of an actor, captain."

"Yeah, I watched a whole film the other night..."

Nik smiled. "A whole film. Impressive."

"Cheers." John lifted his hand to cup Nik's jaw, one hand on his knee. "Still wet my knickers for you, Nik, but tell me what else I can do t' help."

"Nothing, I am... I will be fine."

"Not like you to let some bird get under your skin like that. Sure there's nothin' else?"

Nik cleared his throat, looked to the side and then finally at John's face. "You do not wish to trade me in for a newer model?"

"Jesus fuck... waiter, il conto, per favore."

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"Back to the hotel room."

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"'M gonna shag your brains out, since they're not functionin' particularly well on the inside. Up. Double time."

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