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Tender — Terzomega Oneshot

2.3k words ~ smut

Tonight, Omega is the one beneath his Papa.

you guys thought my last oneshot was sweet?? i have been STARVING you guys for tender terzomega content. if ur one of my readers desperate for some love with a side of smut, i think you’ll like this one~

and yeah, the desire to write a subby omega came from a certain prominent artist often featured this blog. you know who you are. at least, you probably will when you read this.

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Before him was the ghoul, his hands affixed to the bed frame by a belt, kneeling on the ground, back turned.  He wore no clothes. Vulnerable. Trembling. 

But it was not fear. 

Two lively, vibrating bullets were affixed on either side of his throbbing cock, a teasing, unending bliss that was almost unbearable. He hung his head, though it was not obvious whether he was staring at his situation or shutting his eyes in concentration.

His back bore several sharp stings. Slap. One more. Terzo spun the crop in his hands, then gently ran it down his spine.

“Terzo…”

He tilted his head at the unsteady voice. “Hm?”

Omega paused, as if gathering the strength to speak. “May I cum? Please?”

Terzo smiled. “How sweet. I did not even have to remind you of your manners. But really, ghoul, are you already finished?”

Another sharp slap. Omega rolled his shoulders, hunching slightly. His fists tightened, wrists straining on the rope tied to the ornate bed frame.

“You are a big boy, si? You do not have to listen to me, do you?”

Omega shook his head. “I… will listen to you…”

“Then do not ask.” Slap. “Be patient.”

“Yes, Papa.” Omega shuddered, lifting slightly, tensing. Holding himself back.

“Perhaps I will let you cum if you say how many times I have hit you.”

Omega’s mind was foggy, focused on ugly, unsexy things to keep himself from disobeying Terzo. Polluted waters. Insects. Stenchful waste. There was no room for counting.

“I… I don’t… know…” he responded slowly, helplessly, moaning between his words.

“Disappointing, cucciolotto.”

Terzo touched him with the crop, which made Omega flinch heavily, but no sting came. He released a sigh of relief.

He chuckled. “Settle down. I will count for you.”

He gently glided the leather across his skin, counting each mark, slowly, from his shoulders down to his ass cheeks. Terzo bent down and slapped his ass himself. 

“Mmm…” Omega groaned, folding into himself.

“I believe there are eleven. How many should we do?”

Omega shrugged half-heartedly. He looked over his shoulder, finding the sight of Terzo a welcome one. He was still entirely dressed, though he was sporting an obvious bulge, and he wore a look of confidence and power Omega only saw during nights like these. He regretted looking, for now his concentration on the undesirable had been shattered by the sight of his delicious Papa.

Terzo grabbed his head and spun it forward, slapping his cheek a bit too forcefully. Omega shut his eyes tightly, close, so close, holding himself back with everything in his power. His nails dug into the wood of the bed frame, splitting into the wood.

“Please…” he moaned, almost a whine.

“Use your words.”

“Please… please, Terzo… let me cum…”

“Hm.” 

Omega heard his steps behind him, approaching him. He felt Terzo kneeling down, felt his hands suddenly feeling his torso.

“I will count for you,” Terzo said. Omega could hear the smile. “You do not finish before I reach one, and if you are late, I will not let you cum at all.”

Omega nodded, desperate.

“Ten.”

Terzo’s fingers slowly caressed his stomach, the V in his hips, one hand slipping down to cup his balls.

“Nine.”

Omega went stiff. Terzo played with him. He let out the faintest whimper.

“Eight.”

Anything to get his mind off this. Terzo was killing him, feeling his body in just the ways he liked, massaging him, pushing him to the brink.

“Seven.”

His hands moved upwards. Omega shuddered.

“Six.”

He held onto every number, trying to ignore his hands.

“Five.”

Terzo rubbed circles into his nipples. Omega flinched, falling forward slightly, releasing a pained grunt.

“Four.”

It was too much. He could feel Terzo’s erection on the back of his thigh, and it drove him crazier.

“Three.”

He was afraid he would snap the belt. 

“Two.”

So close. So close. Omega released his stranglehold on his own pleasure slightly, anticipating the end. 

“One.”

Omega panted, moaned, his tongue falling out of his mouth. He gave up control, relenting to the vibrations in his cock, to Terzo’s fingers, to his alluring presence, to the erotic stings on his back, to everything that drove him wild. He jolted violently, the bed creaking painfully as he yanked his body against it. He came on the ground, twitching harshly, emitting a short, tortured yell like he would burst into tears.

He looked over his shoulder. Terzo kissed his cheek. The bullets did not turn off.

“Terzo…?”

Terzo stood, smiling. Omega began to whimper. He hopped on the bed, stomach down, peering over the edge of the mattress, almost eye to eye. He kissed him, then slowly, ever so slow, he undid the belt holding his wrists to the bed. But by the time he was free, Omega could not do anything except fall to the ground, shaking, holding his own dick as it continued to vibrate painfully.

“Terzo—!” Omega gasped, tears pricking his eyes. He curled up, sobbing, overstimulated.

“Yes, carramio?”

“I… Mmm… Turn it off…”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Please… Haah… Turn… it… off…”

“As you wish.”

Terzo fished the remote from his pocket, and in an instant Omega was granted relief. He gasped, his muscles slowly relaxing, still feeling ghosts of vibrations all throughout his pelvis. He shut his eyes, panting, gathering himself.

“My Omega ghoul… You did so well,” Terzo mused, squatting over him and pushing back his hair. Omega looked up at him helplessly. His hand rested on his cheek.“I love you.”

Omega inhaled slowly, a smile blooming on his lips. He reached up to grab his hand, kissing his palm. “I love you too.”

“Are you finished for the night?” Terzo asked gently.

Omega shook his head. “I haven’t satisfied my Papa yet.”

He took a deep breath and got to his knees, now eye to eye with Terzo. They leaned in, kissing sweetly.

“Tersoro mio, you are so good for me,” Terzo smirked against his lips, nipping them slightly.

“Anything for you.”

“Anything?” Terzo tutted, drawing to a stand. Omega looked up at him, completely enamored, entirely submissive. He nodded eagerly.

Terzo rolled his neck, then threaded his fingers in Omega’s hair. “There must be some good use for that mouth, hm?”

Omega leaned forward, rubbing his head against Terzo’s bulge. He pressed his mouth against it, licking the fabric.

“Aren’t you excited?” Terzo chuckled. “What is it that you want?”

“You…”

“Which part of me?”

Omega swallowed, looking up again. “I want to taste your dick, Papa.”

“Only because you are so polite, hm?”

Terzo let go of his head, slowly undoing his pants. Omega stared desperately. He moved to reach up, to help him, but Terzo took a step back.

“Be patient, cuccilotto. Hold your hands behind your back.”

Omega complied, turning his head away shamefully. Terzo stepped forward again, unzipping himself mere inches from his face. Agonizingly slow. Terzo reached in the partially open zipper, rubbing himself, bumping Omega’s face slightly. In response, he looked up pathetically.

“Please, Terzo. I want to be the one pleasing you.”

“Ask again,” Terzo glared down at him viciously, smiling.

“Please…” Omega begged. “Let me blow you…”

“What pitiful ghoul this is,” Terzo laughed, roughly grabbing his hair again, yanking it back to force him into looking up. “You beg for me to fuck your mouth.”

Terzo yanked down his pants with the other hand, and finally the prize was dangling before Omega.

“Open.”

Omega did so, his lips parting, tongue poking out greedily. Terzo slapped his cock on it a few times. Omega lifted his tongue, wanting to catch it in his mouth, his head still held back by Terzo’s tight grasp.

Terzo finally let him have it, shoving himself in Omega’s mouth. He hummed, partly in surprise, partly in satisfaction. 

Then, he was struggling to breathe.

Terzo laughed, holding up the remote that controlled the bullets still tied against his dick. He had turned them on, which had made Omega falter, spit dripping from his mouth, moaning at the sensation.

“I will turn them off when you make me cum,” Terzo said mischievously. Omega whined, glancing upward.

Determined, Omega took Terzo in his mouth again, falling into a bobbing rhythm, focused on his mouth and not his own cock, which was now twitching and growing into a measly half on from the stimulation. He felt precum dripping on his thighs, just as he tasted it from Terzo on his tongue.

Omega struggled to continue, his moans vibrating around Terzo. His hands moved to hold his dick, not to remove the bullets, but in a futile attempt to lessen the overwhelming pleasure. It brought no relief. It simply looked pathetic, him whimpering as his throat was pounded by Terzo, gripping his cock like it would cease to bring tears to his eyes. Indeed, he began to cry. 

Terzo moved to grab him by the horns, better able to thrust his hips into his hot mouth. Omega breathed harshly, the air from his nose blowing against Terzo’s body just to hit him in the face again. He struggled to inhale. He gave up breathing. All he could do was focus on his Papa’s cock, not his own, hoping that his efforts would bring relief.

Terzo grunted above him. “Good ghoul…” he huffed, “Good cucci… You feel so good…”

Emboldened by his praise, Omega was determined to keep going. He shut his eyes tightly, thinking of nothing but his love. How he wanted to please his love. How he wanted to swallow his cum. How he wanted to suffer beneath him always, just so he would pick him back up again and tell him that he did a good job.

Though, perhaps those lines of thinking were a mistake. 

Overwhelmed and infatuated, the thought of Terzo’s love in the aftermath had made him cum again, all over himself, still holding tightly to his dick. He tried to scream again, but he could hardly breath in the first place, let alone get the cry through Terzo’s cock destroying his throat.

“Did my pet get too excited?” Terzo moaned, tilting his head down. Omega ventured to peek upwards, his vision blurred by tears. “Too bad… I’m not finished…”

Omega felt like his body was floating, disappearing from him, his cock so numb from the pleasure and vibrations he hardly felt it at all. His body was so tense, but he kept his jaw loose. It would be soon, he knew. Terzo always loved the sight of him cumming too fast.

Terzo suddenly ripped himself from Omega’s mouth. Omega gasped, coughed. Terzo kept stroking himself furiously.

“Open your mouth,” he barked. Omega complied, his chest heaving, staring at his cock, waiting. Terzo jerked quickly. His face was erotic, lips parted, eyelids fluttering. Omega looked at him, crying, yet unable to stop himself from smiling. 

Terzo moaned, and ropes of hot, white cum smacked Omega in the face, making him flinch. The first few spurts managed to reach his tongue and lips, but some stray drops hit him near the eyes. His tears mixed with it, mercifully preventing it from stinging his eyes.

Terzo slowed down, angling his pelvis forward and squeezing the last few drops out on Omega’s tongue. He licked his tip gently, cleaning his Papa, swallowing it down between gasps. The toy was still on. But he would bear it for his love.

Terzo finally held up the remote, turning it off. Omega sighed, relieved, slumping in on himself. 

“Oh, my poor cuccilotto, are you alright?” Terzo squatted down again, once more pushing his hair back to meet his gaze.

“Yeah.” Omega nodded, smiling. 

“Let us take good care of you now, si? Can you still walk?”

Terzo stood and held out his hand. Omega took it, slowly rising, towering over him. He felt unsteady, yet capable. He slung his arm around Terzo as he supported him by the chest, and was led to the bathroom.

Omega sat on the lip of the bathtub. Terzo ran the water and stripped. Omega watched contentedly, always enjoying the sight of Terzo in the nude.

“Let’s remove these silly things.” Terzo knelt in front of him, gently pushing his legs wider. He carefully took off the bullets, revealing two indents in the flesh of his soft cock. Omega rubbed the tender skin lightly.

Terzo chuckled. “Do not worry, those will not stay.”

After rinsing them in the sink, Terzo disappeared out of the room to put them away. By the time he returned, Omega was already sunk in the tub, one arm slung over the side next to his tail, his head leaning back against the tile wall. The water steamed around him.

“The water must be burning hot.” Terzo sat on the lip and dipped his finger in, nodding. He shut the water off, then teased, “Are you a fire ghoul?” 

Omega grinned, grabbing his hand. “It feels nice. Get in.”

“No, thank you. My skin is sensitive.”

Omega snatched him by the waist and pulled him in, water splashing around them and on the floor. Terzo yelped.

“You are spilling! It is hot!” 

Omega laughed, sitting up and burying his head behind his neck, holding him tightly. He did not care. He only cared to feel him, to smell him, to have him in his arms. His Terzo.

Terzo sighed, settling down. “You are mopping that up.”

Omega hummed affirmatively. A soft sound, one that drew on long enough to sound, perhaps, like a purr.

“I love you.” Terzo leaned back, caressing Omega’s strong arms around him with delicate fingers. 

Omega’s heart melted. Now, he really was purring. This was his Papa. Nothing else mattered to him.

“I love you, too.”