2. Jesse
“Fuck,” I groaned for what felt like the gazillionth time tonight.
I was so distracted that even easy feeder teams were giving me a run for my money. Constantly checking statistics instead of actually playing the game.
Was it really a surprise? No. Me and pressure didn’t exactly get along smoothly. I was always the type of guy who got sweaty palms if a deadline was too tight. Or if my workload was too high.
A corporate job? Absolutely fuck that. Those annual performance meetings turned my guts into jelly more than once.
Usually, being a pro player meant a normal amount of stress. Sure, I needed to make sure I hit a certain rank every season to keep my sponsorships, but viewership had never been an issue for me.
It was hard work, of course, but it wasn’t like I was trying to cure cancer or something.
But right now?
Yeah, the pressure was pressuring, baby.
I’d finally ranked high enough on Streamverse to be invited to some of the bigger cons as a creator, and just last week made it onto the highly coveted Discover page—making my average viewership jump from a couple thousand per stream to almost 10k.
It was everything I wanted, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t come with a whole new set of nerves, especially when a lot of people came to watch me play well.
And, with Tara accidentally spilling the beans on stream last night… I had a whole new problem. One that my mods were doing a damn good job of dealing with, but fuck me if it wasn’t a bit annoying.
Couldn’t people just mind their business?
Tracker4354: wow they’re playing like trash
syndicate_D: prob sucking without their healer and tank
redbull_graveyard: too busy thinking about how tara’s fckin herself rn ig
“Wow you guys are brutal tonight,” I said in my normal, upbeat streamer voice, but they weren’t wrong. Not only was my girlfriend and my team’s tank, Tara, not here to play with, but Charlie, my best friend and our healer, wasn’t either.
Charlie had been my best friend since he’d told off Zach Wein’s in the fourth grade for taking the last cherry Jello out of my hand in elementary school. Never mind that I liked lime just as much, it was just cool to have someone as soft-spoken as Charlie defend me. From that moment, we’ve always done everything together. Swim team and basketball. A disastrous stint in a school play. Getting our licenses… even if it took me three tries to actually pass the stupid fucking exam.
Who needed to know how to parallel park that well?
Sure, like most friendships, there were lulls—like when Charlie got into his dream school and I didn’t. I’d pushed him to leave me behind and go chase his education. With only work to occupy me, I’d started streaming, mostly so I’d have people to talk to, and it didn’t take long before I was leaving my job dishwashing at the local pub and playing video games full time.
But, in the beginning? There were a lot of times when Charlie was my only viewer. He still watches most of the time, even when he doesn’t play, so him not being in chat tonight was a bummer.
He’d been busy as fuck with school for a while, but once he’d dropped out of college and sold his startup, he’d had enough free time to actually start playing games instead of just watching. At first, he’d been so terrible that he spent more time waiting to respawn than he did playing.
Charlie fell into the typical alpha trap of needing to be the biggest, baddest of the characters on the field. But he was the worst tank of all time, not quick enough to do real damage and not agile enough to be a shield. It wasn’t until we found his real strength—healing—that he really started enjoying himself.
And, even better for both of us, he got damn good .
So good that I invited him to play with me on stream. He was nervous at first, but I knew he’d settle in and adapt. But more than that? Charlie was charming as hell when he wasn’t being self-conscious. And I figured that hiding behind an avatar was the perfect way to get the shy alpha out of his shell. I was right, obviously, Charlie kicked ass in game and over the voice chat every time. My viewers loved him as much as I did, and that was a huge relief. Watching them build up his confidence and creating a whole stream lore around him. There was even a Charlie-themed emoji set that they used when he was on.
Tara and I met during a match. She was solo queuing to be paired with random teams and we were a man down.
She liked to joke it was ‘fate’. I usually told her it was an algorithmic coincidence.
One version was more romantic than the other… and likely more probable.
It was a little weird finding another streamer in the wild, but she was… amazing. Her ability to wipe out competitors was unmatched. She made Charlie’s pathetic attempts at playing a tank look like someone stumbling around blind.
It didn’t take long until we were regulars on each other's channels, and eventually, streams turned into texting, which turned into phone calls, and then dates.
Slowly, and then all at once, we were more than just teammates—she was easily, without a doubt in my mind, the love of my life.
Though our pairing was generally considered a little unusual, with her being an unbonded omega, it was something I’d just come to accept. We were each other’s pack, no alpha needed.
Even when her heat came, she never made me feel less than. I’d worried at first that she’d want to break things off if I couldn’t satisfy her needs in the normal way, but she just shrugged and said she would go to the clinic.
It bothered me a little, not being able to give her what she needed. But I was too smitten to worry about it too much. As long as our situation worked for us, that was all that mattered.
I would’ve really liked either of them to be here tonight. But I understood her distance. Especially as I watched another mass of messages get removed by one of my mods.
I sighed, rolling my shoulders as I tried to refocus on the task at hand. The countdown timer steadily progressed towards zero as the little red dot beside Tara’s icon lit up.
Tarable - finally over. Wanna cuddle and watch movies tonight?
God, every time she texted, I got giddy. Excited butterflies chasing each other in my stomach.
Theybe_Knot - of course baby, miss you.
Tarable - Miss you too. Be over soon. With snacks!!
I heart reacted and sat back in my chair, grinning.
“Chat, this’ll be my last match of the night. Bet your channel dollars now on if you think I’m winning it!”
I watched as the odds rose against me. Though channel dollars were a fake currency that held no real value, the viewers loved them and took these bets very seriously, meaning they really didn’t believe in my ability to deliver.
Ouch.
Time to prove them wrong.
Once the match started, I locked in. I needed at least one good round, and it seemed like I’d been sorted into a decent team. Solo queuing was always a bit of a crapshoot, but if you were a good player you should be able to shine with any team behind you.
Our healer was doing a great job at keeping our front line alive, and I continued to pick the other players off at every opportunity with my sniper rifle. A lot of people thought it was all about getting rid of tanks and other damage-heavy players, but I’d found without the base of a solid healer, the entire team crumbled.
Meaning my job was to make sure that I got rid of them at every opportunity.
“Behind,” I yelled to one of our midfield players as one of the tanks from the other team used their special.
They jumped out of the way, narrowly avoiding getting taken on by the move. It also gave me the space to line my dual guns up and take my shot, eliminating them quickly.
It was a bit close before that, but with only one healer I was concentrating on, and everyone on our team doing their job, that victory screen came swiftly.
Finally .
“Hey, Watcher, great heals,” I said to the other player.
“Thanks,” they said. Their voice was on the masc side, but I never assumed over voice chat. “I’m working my way up the ranks slowly. This isn’t my normal kind of game.”
“Well keep it up, you’re great.”
I watched as the moderators input the results and the chat got equal parts excited and irate. My constant believers were basically the only ones in this situation who voted for me, and they were also always some of the loudest in chat. It always made me laugh how worked up people got over channel points with no real value, but it did keep people engaged and interactions up so I wasn’t about to point that out.
“I told you I’d pull through, chat,” I said with a grin. “I’m logging off, but I’ll be back tomorrow for our regularly scheduled stream.”
I took a minute to find another streamer friend who I could raid. Eva_aft3r was on. She was more Tara’s friend than mine, but I didn’t mind sending her my audience.
I sent the raid and said hello quickly, watching her kick ass at Murdered by Midnight for a couple minutes while I responded to emails. She was really on her game today. Though I wasn’t really into horror games, it was pretty fun to watch other people play. Especially every time she hooked another player.
As I watched a ping came through, a friend invite from the Watcher player, AetherNomad6. I didn’t normally accept random friend requests, but they seemed chill, and they were really good, so in this instance I did.
It wasn’t long before I’d sifted through my post-stream tasks enough for my favorite reward, a baggie of watermelon sour candy. I opened the little treat while I let my computer boot down, giving my desk a quick wipe before heading into the kitchen to prep for Tara. I popped us some popcorn and grabbed all the cozy blankets I had—plus the pillows off my bed. Even when she wasn’t in heat, the need to nest, even in small ways, was always there.
It wasn’t long until she was knocking on the door, her smile bright as I opened it.
Fuck.
It wasn’t a surprise that Tara was beautiful, not after all this time. But it was a surprise that she’d managed to look like a supermodel even when she was just in an OVWatch sweatshirt from StreamverseCon last year and a pair of leggings. Her dark hair cascaded down her back from her ponytail, loose pieces framing her slightly round cheeks and dark eyes glittering with excitement as they landed on me.
“Hi lemon drop,” she said, all but jumping into my arms. She ran her nose along my neck, inhaling my soft citrusy scent with a pleased sigh that made my stomach flip pleasantly. “I missed you.”
Tara was the most physically affectionate partner I’d ever had, like she thought any minute we weren’t spending holding hands was wasted. It was something I’d come to appreciate and even look forward to, knowing that she’d be all up in my business at the first opportunity.
“I missed you ,” I returned, hugging her tightly as I walked backward into the apartment. Though I was a beta, and scents were a bit muted to me, something about Tara always tickled my nose, an almost sharp, fruity scent she swore wasn’t perfume. Edgy, but with just enough subtle sweetness to make it feel feminine.
A bit like the omega herself.
“Today was so fucking long,” she complained, rising onto the balls of her feet for a deep kiss. “I’m so ready for movies and hang.”
I grinned, stealing another, softer kiss before nudging her towards the prepared living room. “Your nest awaits.”
It wasn’t a real nest, of course. Though Tara had never been one of those omegas with a whole room dedicated to it. But it made her eyes get all shiny with excitement all the same as she hopped off me and started towards the prepped couch.
I followed, plopping down beside her as she rearranged pillows and blankets to her liking, pausing to sniff at them occasionally before replacing one with the other. Somehow, my pillow always ended up in the most coveted spot on her lap.
It felt… really good. To know that I made her feel safe. That my scent was good enough to want to cover herself in.
She wrapped herself in a blanket and crawled into my lap, burrowing up in another until we were both suffocating under the weight of it all. It used to make me feel a bit claustrophobic, but I’d started associating the feeling with her, and I enjoyed that enough that it made it worth it.
Except when it was like a hundred degrees in the dead of summer. My place didn’t have AC, and I’d nearly sweat my balls clean off last year.
“How was your stream?” she asked as I queued up the next episode of our show. It was a drama—that we’d managed to fall asleep right in the middle of the season climax the last time we’d watched—and I’d been dying to finish it since.
“It was good,” I told her. “I won the last match.” I left out the countless others I’d lost before that. But I didn’t need to say it aloud for her to read my face, those intelligent dark eyes of hers narrowing slightly as she read my tone.
“Still having fame jitters?” she asked, head tilting adorably to the side like she didn’t just read me like a book.
I sighed, adjusting her weight until she was draped comfortably against my chest. “Maybe. I don’t know, being invited as a featured creator at Streamverse Con this year has me a bit off my game.”
She adjusted, facing me to straddle my lap with her soft thighs. “I get it, it’s nerve-wracking.” I couldn’t help but let my hands fall to them and squeeze them like my personal stress ball. “But you’re an amazing player and your viewers love you. You’re gonna do great. Entertainer of the year, I’d bet anything.”
I smiled, but I wasn’t sure if it reached my eyes. “How was your stream?”
She shrugged, clearly unimpressed by the quick change of topic. “Fine.”
Okay, yeah, I was sort of avoiding talking about it.
But that was also a little weird.
“Just fine?” I asked, quirking a brow. Normally she’d regale me with some kind of crazy thing one of her viewers said or requested, or even complain about how sore she was. But stream was never, in the history of time I’d known her, just fine .
She nodded, dark ponytail bouncing. “You know, average? A lot of begging to be fucked by an alpha’s massive cock. Acting all submissive for the camera. Whining for knots, blah, blah, blah…”
I laughed, kissing her temple. Some people may feel intimidated about a partner streaming on a platform like SLCK’d, but I couldn’t care less. First of all, it was a job she’d done way before I was in the mix, so demanding she quit would be insane. Plus, I knew the real Tara. They may get the submissive, begging to be bred Tarable, but I got the other side.
The side that was just mine .
“Sounds exhausting,” I said, because honestly, it did.
She hummed, gaze far away like she was thinking about something else. I was going to ask her, but before I could, she was on me, pressing me to the couch, kissing me deeply.
“I thought you were tired,” I mumbled against her lips, my hands finding her ass with some effort through the duvet.
“Tired of not being in control,” Tara muttered irritably. “I need to feel like myself again.”
I shuddered at her words, cock already starting to jump to life at the suggestion. “Please,” I whimpered, falling into my role easily.
“What a good puppy,” she purred softly, long fingers wrapping around my throat in a possessive, dominating hold as she controlled our kiss.
My cock continued to swell, hips moving to rut into her as her teeth pulled at my lower lip.
A dog with a bone, in more sense than one.
“Let's go to bed,” she murmured, letting the blankets fall to the floor as she stood.
I caught her outstretched hand, letting her pull me up off the couch and towards my room. My back hit the mattress with a soft huff of air escaping me, Tara’s eyes soft and appreciative despite the rough treatment.
So it was one of those nights.
She must’ve been dommed hard tonight, it was the only time she got like this out of the blue.
Worked up.
In need of release.
The Tara that I knew so well.
She stalked over to me, a predator coming for their prey.
My owner coming for her puppy.
Tara threw her sweater over her head—no bra—and pushed her leggings down, leaving her in just a pretty purple thong.
God, she was marvelous. Her curves were crazy, the way her hips dipped in the center before rounding out to the bounciest ass I’d ever seen. And the tattoos . As someone who was heavily tatted myself, it was something I always looked for in a partner, and hers were beautiful. A patchwork of black and gray pieces formed a larger tapestry instead of one large piece that took up a lot of space. The effects were similar, leaving her with a heavily inked chest and arms. A collage that told a story about who Tara was as much as acting as decoration against her moon-pale skin.
My eyes latched on my favorite, the moth centered on her chest, a crescent moon hanging above it. It was an artistic rendering of a lunar moth, with a slightly darker twist. My fingers twitched with the urge to feel the slightly raised skin there. To trace the delicate lines. But I knew what would happen if I touched without permission.
There were plenty of times when we had sex when this dynamic wasn’t in play. But when Tara really needed to let loose?
It was playtime.
Which meant touching when told, speaking when told.
Coming when told.
My cock was a hard line in my gray sweatpants, pressing firmly against the fabric as I watched her eyes make their way along my frame. Assessing. Planning.
The seconds ticked by in a special sort of agony, the waiting was always the hardest part.
But also… the most rewarding. Because I knew once it was over Tara would do everything in her power to make sure that the pleasure I felt was overwhelming.
Luckily, it wasn’t long before she was on top of me, kissing me once again. Her lips moved steadily along my jaw, teeth grazing at my sensitive skin with a hum as she tugged off my T-shirt. Our bodies pressed together, skin to skin as her warmth leeched into my colder body. She was so warm and plush, smooth skin silken to the touch.
Heat had to be close.
Her hands found mine again, pushing them up against the bars of the headboard.
“You know the drill, Jesse,” she said, her voice taking that deeper, sultry tone it always did when she was like this. It rolled over me like honey, sweet and thick. Sticking into my pores until I had no choice but to obey the wordless command, my hands threading through the gaps in the bars to wrap around and hold on.
She kissed behind my ear, lips moving lower as she urged me to lift my hips so she could strip me out of my bottoms, but not before being sure to bite my earlobe hard—drawing out a little rumbling groan from deep in my chest.
She grazed along my jaw and down my neck, lower over my clavicle and down my chest. Though it wasn’t visible beyond a subtle sheen, I could feel the sticky marks her cherry lip gloss left on my skin as she worked her way downward. Teasing and nipping as she took her time.
Maybe, one day, I should have her wear a darker lipstick and really mark me. Leave lipstick prints over my face and neck… ring my cock with it in a perfect visual of how her lips looked wrapped around me.
I shivered as she reached my abdomen, running her tongue over the snake tattoo trailing across my hip. Each of her touches was like a jolt to my system, shocking me to life, whispering pleasure into every cell of me.
Her tongue trailed across the thick muscular ‘V’ of muscle that I’d fought so hard in the gym for, right to the other side to drag her teeth into my skin.
My hips jerked of their own accord, but I ignored the incessant, gnawing need to grab her and pull her where I wanted her most.
That never ended well for me.
My master was kind, fair. But she didn’t tolerate being rushed.
“Tara, please ,” I begged, opting for pleading instead. It was usually more effective anyway.
She hummed, the soft pleased lilt to the sound rattling my very bones. “Please, what? I can’t agree to do something if I don’t know what you’re asking for.”
Her tiger-like eyes met mine, every bit the predator waiting for the first twitch of her prey’s fearful retreat.
My face was on fire. Though I’d been into everything we’d done, having to articulate these things still made me embarrassed, which was exactly what she was looking for.
“You know,” I whined, squirming.
Her overly satisfied smirk told me she knew exactly what I wanted, but her shrug warned that it wouldn’t be that easy. “I don’t, but I suppose I could guess… ” Tara adjusted, gaze assessing as she shifted forward. “Here?” she asked, trailing her tongue over my stomach, narrowly missing my belly button.
I shook my head, my sharp inhale breaking with the motion. Though it wasn’t what I wanted, anywhere she touched, especially with that decadently sinful mouth, was heaven.
She hummed in thought. “Here?” This time she nipped my thigh, not nearly close enough to the inside for my liking.
“Please,” I tried once more, hoping she would show me some mercy.
There would be none of that here.
“Please here?” she asked, kissing between the crease where my leg met my torso, so impossibly close to what I needed, and yet miles away.
My body was on fire, every part of me screaming with need as I groaned, hands fisting the bars until my knuckles shone white.
“My cock,” I said, voice barely above a whisper.
“I can’t hear you puppy,” she said, lips and teeth working just out of reach of where I needed her. “Speak, Jesse. Louder.”
I groaned, god the degradation of being treated like a dog was divine. An animal with nothing but a primal need to serve their master.
“My cock, please touch my cock,” I all but yelled, giving into her command despite my flaming face.
“Good boy,” she praised, easily moving over, her hand finally falling to the bottom of my length, holding me up to take my tip in her mouth.
It took every ounce of effort I had not to thrust into her mouth as she took her sweet time, lips wrapping around my length to slowly press downward inch by inch, nose brushing along my pelvis before inch by excruciating inch she released me, reaching the head of my cock, trying to suck my soul out of my body from it.
She’d come damn fucking close.
“God, please, fuck me already,” I begged. I needed to feel her around me, bury myself in her warm, wet cunt. Rut into her at my own pace.
“Someone’s in a hurry today,” she teased, giving me one final suck. “Good thing I am too. Otherwise, that would’ve been a whole lot of edging, Jess.”
She crawled into my lap, hovering over me as she moved her thong away. I could see her slick soaked cunt glistening from here, wet from just the idea of bouncing on my cock.
Or maybe, it was my easy submission. Either way… I knew she wanted me as badly as I craved her. And that was an undeniably heady feeling.
“Do you want me to use you?” she asked, sinking down to notch the barest inch of me at her entrance.
“Please, use my cock,” I pleaded. “Make yourself feel good, Mistress.”
She loved it when I begged, and luckily, Tara didn’t make me do it for long before she sank down on me fully, swallowing my cock in one quick motion.
My moan was broken as it ripped from me, her cunt squeezing around my shaft so tightly it was almost too much. I’d fucked a few girls before Tara, but none of them had felt like this. Like she’d been made specifically to drive me insane the moment I’d gotten inside her.
“Fuck, you feel good,” she praised, bouncing on my cock. Her hands found purchase on my middle, using it as leverage, pressing hard with each bounce. Every once in a while she would pause at the bottom, grinding her hips against me, letting out a whine as her clit met my pelvis.
“You’re so…” my words failed me. Amazing? Earth-shattering? I didn’t know how to express how good she felt, but I wanted to.
I wanted to give Tara anything, everything she could ask for.
“You too,” she said, as if she’d read my mind. Her eyes softened, briefly transforming from the dominant woman who wanted nothing more than to top her pet to those caring, round eyes she had any other time she looked at me.
The ones that made me feel loved and cared for.
That made the dynamic between us feel easier than breathing.
“I need to come,” I said, trying to give some warning.
“Not yet,” she said firmly. “I want you to come with me.”
Damn. I wanted that too, but I could feel how close I was.
Every stroke of her made it more and more difficult to hold onto my control. Tara’s soft, panting moans and the sound of her wet cunt meeting my body pairing together in a symphony of too fucking sexy that made it hard to breathe.
“Please, let me touch you,” I begged, hands still pinned to the headboard as instructed. My fingertips were slightly numb and tingly from being at this angle for so long, but it was just another sensation adding to all the others.
She looked thoughtful, and for a moment, I thought she’d say no. Sometimes she did, and I was left to just watch—be nothing but a toy to her as she fucked me.
But she was feeling generous today.
“Okay puppy, touch me.”
My hands flew from the bar, gripping her hips easily and pulling myself up to meet her. She clung to me, our warm bodies finding comfort in one another as my hard thrusts made our skin clap.
My hands drifted down her midsection to find her clit, rubbing it in quick circles the way I knew she liked. My other came up to grab her tit, pulling it between my teeth.
“Fuck, Jesse, I’m close, don’t stop,” she cried, her movements getting faster, more desperate. I kept my rhythm knowing I was so close to being able to finally being able to cum, practically salivating at the idea of filling her tight cunt with me.
“Come for me,” she finally ordered.
Like I was wired to answer her as surely as pressing a button, my balls tightened then drained, filling her as I finally let go with a low groan. The pleasure rippled along my spine at finally releasing the pressure, making my pace stutter.
She came hard, pussy tightening around me like I was being milked with the way her muscles tightened.
When we were done she fell to the bed next to me, and I wrapped her up, needing to feel her warmth.
I kissed her forehead and she melted into me, letting my hands rub her back, making little erratic patterns with no real thought to them.
“How about we take a bath?” I suggested as we caught our breath.
She smiled, tired eyes finding mine dreamily. Aftercare in the tub was always her favorite. “Yes please.”