Additional context: It is a running joke from when I was streaming that any time someone would be referred to as MC or Y/N, they would instead be called Bitch. Because it’s funny. And since I wrote this for my stream and server, please enjoy Enjou X Bitch content, though you are welcome to use Bitch similarly to Y/N.
Enjou’s large frame curls in on itself, pressing into the wall, discomfort evident as he tries to cover his face. It won’t work, won’t change the fact that Bitch’s pheromones are invading his safe space whilst he’s on the brink of rut. It’s clear from the way his arms tremble, how his eyes never stray from his target, in the simple fact that the light fabric draped over his crotch is tenting with his arousal. Not to mention that bitter sweetness clawing at the other alpha’s throat, getting stronger by the second.
“Well, well, well,” Bitch drawls, sauntering closer until they’re in the lector’s face, scanning his triangular mask of features. “What do we have here?”
“You know precisely what you’ve found,” Enjou scoffs, crimson gaze scanning behind them as if looking for an exit. There isn’t one, not unless he wants to squeeze passed Bitch, and by the way he recoils at their proximity, it doesn’t seem he’ll be doing that any time soon.
Even if the man is talented at escaping.
“Right,” they sigh, tutting under their breath tauntingly before leaning forward, enamoured by the sight of Enjou’s eyes widening, “I’ve found a pathetic lector who doesn’t know what he wants.”
“Oh, I think it’s quite evident what I want. I came here to relieve myself, and that is precisely what I plan to do. If you’ll excuse me,” he tries to gesture towards the entryway, failing when Bitch’s hand circles his forearm. They takes their time dragging the lector’s wrist up to their nose, breathing in the bitter scent, letting it burn in the back of their throat. It’s black treacle harvested too soon, melting on their tongue, just sweet enough to have them longing for more. It’s almost ready to be devoured, almost perfect, but not quite. They drop his arm, swallowing down the saliva pooling on their tongue.
“I won’t stop you,” Bitch shrugs, looking Enjou up and down leisurely, enjoying the way he tenses far too much, “but I might be able to help you.”
“And what can an alpha do to help me? If I didn’t like you so much, I’d have told you how your musk disgusts me, and though I can tell you’re fired up at the sight of me, I have no need for your assistance,” the man says unabashedly.
“I disgust you?” Bitch chuckles, moving closer until they can slot a thigh between the lector’s much larger ones, pressing against his groin until the man is hissing around a groan. “Is that why you’re spreading your pheromones around, to keep me away? Or is it to tempt me in?”
“I have no reason to tempt you,” he grunts, making no move to stop Bitch as they begin to rub their thigh against him through his clothing. In fact, he’s doing the opposite, hips gently rocking down over them.
“And yet you are doing so,” they hum in response, hands trailing up Enjou’s sides, gripping his slim waist. “Have you truly never thought of this before? Of the things I could do to you?”
Enjou heaves a breath, head falling back as he fucks Bitch’s thigh, eyes fluttering shut. “I m-mean, I never said that.” Bitch breathes their acknowledgement into the lector’s neck, pressing kisses against where his pulse should rest underneath the fabric that covers it. Enjou continues: “I suppose I c-could let you assist me just this once.”
…
“Look, I know I said I wanted your help but—” the lector whines into his forearm, stretched open, so different from the put-together monster Bitch had walked in on earlier “—b-but this isn’t what I meant—”
“Aw, what were you expecting? Come on, take a look at yourself. You’re so desperate for cock it would be criminal to give you anything else,” Bitch coos sarcastically, scissoring their fingers and revelling in the feeling of Enjou’s hole clamping down around them. “Isn’t that right, alpha?”
“D-don’t mock me,” he chokes out, breath catching as Bitch begins to pump their fingers. “This is a moment of weakness for me.”
“Then why don’t you give in and beg for it like the good boy I know you are? I won’t hold it against you,” Bitch whispers, pressing themself against the lector’s back to kiss along his pulse. The bitterness of Enjou’s scent has began to sweeten, ripening under Bitch’s touch, blooming into a rich amber. “Admit that you want my knot and I’ll give it to you like the omega you were meant to be.”
“I never claimed to be a good boy—” His words are cut off around a loud whimper as Bitch steps away, withdrawing their hands, leaving him empty and twitching. It’s pathetic how the man crumbles, a small sob wracking through his large frame. Bitch wants to ruin him.
“You don’t want that? Don’t want to be good for me so I can give you what you need?”
“Wait— I mean, I’m not against experimenting. Curiosity is meant to be quenched, after all,” the man tries to argue, glancing at Bitch over his shoulder with wide, desperate eyes. “Since I’m in a bit of a bind, I suppose I would be willing to let you have your w-way with me.”
“That isn’t begging, Enjou~” Bitch sings, dragging their hand down their torso, tugging at their waistband until their hardened cock is springing into view. It’s all the more clear how much Enjou’s words betray his wants, his hips pushing back as if seeking out Bitch’s cock, his own length twitching between his spread thighs.
“You’re asking too much from me…”
“Then I should leave and let you get back to fucking your fist, shouldn’t I?” Bitch hums, stroking down their shaft, stomach tensing at the delicious friction over their sensitive skin.
“…Give…me your…knot,” the lector mumbles, still so resilient. It only makes Bitch want to break him all the more.
“What was that?”
“Your knot,” he clears his throat before adding a quiet: “please.”
Bitch walks across the room, rounding the desk where their plaything is bent over, forcing the monster’s head up with a harsh tug. “Louder.”
“Don’t be ridiculous—”
“Say it like you mean it,” Bitch tugs again, earning a moan from the man beneath them.
When Enjou meets their gaze, something seems to flicker to life. The rooms fills with the scent of honey, a burnt warmth that makes Bitch’s mouth water, makes blood rush to their already aching cock. This is it. This is the moment their little toy will break for the first time.
But definitely not the last. Not for tonight, at least.
“F-fuck me, Bitch.”
“That’s more like it~”
…
Enjou lies on his back, head hanging over the edge of the desk as Bitch works his cock with their fist, slick with the spit they’d spat over his crotch with little regard for the mess it would leave. All that’s left is—
“Listen, you said if I begged, you would give that stupid tool to me,” the man huffs, gaze stuck on the tool in question where it hovers above him. Bitch bites back a smile, slowing their motions.
“I think I’d prefer to fuck another one of your holes first,” they respond, tilting their head to meet the lector’s crimson eyes. “I know there’s a pretty face under that mask.”
“You keep asking for more and more.”
“You want this, don’t you?”
There’s a few moments of silence before Enjou lets out a resigned: “Yes.”
Bitch tightens their grip as they reach the man’s thick base, feeling him pulse under their fingers as they ask their next question. “You like me, don’t you?”
This time they don’t get a reply. Oh no, they simply watch as Enjou’s lector-like appearance dissipates, mask crumbling like ash to reveal golden eyes hooded with want, pale skin blemished pink along his cheeks, and plump lips that long to be thrust into. Seeming to think this isn’t enough of a sign, Enjou nods, keeping his focus entirely on Bitch as he open that perfect mouth invitingly.
“That’s my toy,” Bitch grins, sinking into wet heat.
…
Fucking Enjou’s mouth is a feeling even Celestia wouldn’t be able to replicate, warm tongue lapping at Bitch’s length with every sharp jut of their hips, whining loudly as they pump his cock. When they hit the back of his throat, he sobs around it, taking it all like he’s built for it, like the perfect little fucktoy. It’s heavenly, wet and hot, exactly what Bitch had imagined since the first time they set eyes on the monster underneath them.
“Look at you,” they chuckle, squeezing around Enjou’s leaking cock until he’s whimpering, fucking roughly into his mouth to feel the sound around their length. “Do you want to knot me, omega? Use this pathetic cock of yours to breed my hand?”
“Mm-mm,” they feel vibrate over their sensitive skin, sending a shiver up their spine. Heat coils in their gut as Enjou pulls off just enough to say please, I want to come before taking Bitch into the back of his throat once more, so fucking eager to drain their cock.
“Go on, show me how useless you are, make a mess for me,” Bitch goads, matching their thrusts with the quickening jerks of their hand, chasing their own high, muscles clenching in anticipation. Enjou’s voice becomes more and more incoherent as he’s manhandled, writhing in place, beginning to twitch in Bitch’s palm, his own release only a moment away.
And that’s exactly when Bitch lets go, leaning back to continue their assault of Enjou’s mouth, feeling his cry of betrayal around their length as they use him—his mouth, his tongue, his everything—to keep the burning coil in the pit of their belly tightening. Enjou is twitching beneath them, thrusting at nothing, clawing at the desk while his cock bounces, seeking relief. The base of his thick cock grows, a hardening ring looking for something to latch onto, knotting with nothing to fill, splattering his stomach with come, completely untouched. The sight alone is what pushes Bitch the last inch over the edge, draining their cock in the back of Enjou’s throat, gripping him by the hair to keep him in place, watching him swallow it all diligently.
“Shhh, good boy,” Bitch coos, wiping at the tears that stain the man’s face, allowing themself a couple more slow, shallow thrusts. “You take it so well.”
“Hmm—” Enjou tries to reply, lips struggling around Bitch’s tip, lapping at the Bitch’s spent load like a man starved. “G-give me the real thing, I want to come properly. You said I’ve been good, now repay me.”
“Oh, you poor thing. My silly, little lector,” Bitch tuts, leaning over him until there’s barely an inch between their faces. “I said there’d be a next time, I didn’t say it would be now though, did I? No, I want you drunk off my cock and nothing else. No rut to excuse what you truly want.”
“That’s not what you implied,” Enjou tries to argue despite the excitement clear in his gaze. “I want it now, not later.”
“You can want all you like, you’ll only get it if you come and find me once you’re in a clearer state of mind. Hopefully seeing how much fun you’ve had being used like the hole you are will show you that this is what you truly want.” Enjou’s breath hitches, chest heaving and cock twitching to life once more. “See? Just the thought of it is enough for you, isn’t it?” Bitch laughs, shaking their head as they begin to dress, taking one last long look at the mess that is Enjou. “Actually, don’t answer that. You can tell me next time when you’re stretched full.”
“I— You— I mean—” Enjou stutters, trying to sit up to watch Bitch approaching the door. “Next time, then.”
With a final grin, Bitch repeats the sentiment. “Next time, omega.”
I’ve already been requested to make a part two for this so if that’s something you’d be interested in, let me know! I’d love to get more feedback, even if it’s simply screaming about how pathetic Enjou is (because it’s the truth).