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Kinktober 2022, Day 24: Xenophilia

What’s Mine is Theirs

Summary: you love Tyler’s accent

Pairings: Tyler Rake X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, coercion, humiliation kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, filming without knowledge, voyeurism, cream pie, claiming, 18+ ONLY

Xenophilia is an attraction to foreign peoples, cultures, or customs.

Word Count: 1.6K

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"Oh come on," your friend giggles as she tries to pull you into a different bar. "I haven't seen Lance all day, and I know my man is missing me," you look at the blacked out windows of the bar in question. There was always something...off about Lance and his friends. They always seemed like it was a treasure to be in their presence.

"Tyler will be there," she gives you a smirk, backing up to the bar. "And Tyler has been looking for a special someone. He's still single, and a man that looks like that, won't be for too long. Come on," her body jiggles around, and you look back at the bar.

Tyler was godlike beautiful. It wasn't right to have a man that looking like that freely walking around. Everything about him from his perfect haircut, piercing blue eyes, tattoos, and most importantly that accent. Tyler was typically quiet, but when he opened his mouth and sweetly called you princess, you were ready to drop to your knees.

"Lance said everyone's there, and drinks are on the house for us," she tucks her hair behind her ear, and you spot a brand new Cartier Love bracelet around her wrist, and you pull at her hand, "Hey, I earned that. Lance has a matching one."

You start to open your mouth to protest, but she's already heading into the bar, "It's official now."

You had your reservations with his friends. Although, it was true he adored your friend, and treated the other friend's girlfriends and wives with respect, they all wore that same bracelet, well almost all. Your friend had been missing one for awhile. A bracelet that didn't come off unless you had a special tool. With a sigh, and a pit in your stomach you decide to follow her. Missing someone walking behind you to lock the door, and turn off the open sign.

You follow her as she pulls you to the bar, and a set of icy blue eyes stares at you from an upstairs room, "All doors are locked?" He asks, zeroing in on Sam who serves you a drink. Watching him like a hawk, he was not Jax and didn't need anything slipped in there.

"Yes, they're all locked," Ransom grunts sitting down, and pulling his girl over to his lap. "Batteries are charged, and all wires are connected. Now, it's up to you to get her in the room."

"What makes you think this is going to work?" Curtis asks watching you as well. "She's careful. You saw the footage, she struggled to even come in here. Being claimed terrifies her."

"It always does in the beginning. Find a girl that fits your needs, soften them up, and then send them through the initiation. They all become a puddle. They reap the benefits of the brotherhood, just like we do," Tyler gives you a smile as he watches you move into the middle of the floor. Your eyes watching every wrist there, and most were chained up just like your friend.

"Well go on. You waiting on the Professor to make sure that you can comply?" Curtis chuckles, looking down at his Yuki. She blows up a kiss to her man, before she goes to leave the floor. "You think she'll be able to handle your brand of kink?"

"Of course. It's not about pain, as much as humiliation. Their cunts are always tighter when they're ashamed. They're body less pliable, and you have to force them around. Have a good day gentleman, you too, Dove. I think Ransom needs another chase. You're making things too easy for him."

Tyler pops a mint into his mouth as he heads down to the bar. Judging by the cameras you were at the very least interested. Babydoll had used his name as a tactic to get you to come in, and even though you denied it, you still came inside willingly.

He hates reducing himself down to silly little plays, but he does. Running into you, and apologizing when your drink spills down your front, "I'm sorry, Princess. I ruined your dress."

"It's fine. I'm okay, and," you look up realizing that it's Tyler that had bumped into you, and his cheeky little grin has you clenching your thighs. God, he was so pretty. Disgustingly pretty, and you couldn't look away from him when he says your name.

"Come on, I'm sure there's some extra clothes around here somewhere," he gently grabs at your hand, and your friend smiles, pushing you towards him, before turning to dance with her boyfriend, and you turn to follow Tyler.

He takes you into a private room, where there was random costumes, and clothes. "You guys have burlesque shows or something?" You hold up a showgirl style outfit giggling.

"Or something," he answers, ruffling through some clothes. "Dammit," he looks at his reflection, before pulling off one of his shirt, and you catch a glimpse of his stomach, and there was even more tattoos. "Here," he wraps the shirt around you, helping you put your arms in, and ties it at the bottom.

"Can't even tell I made a mess of your dress. I can replace it."

You had never heard him speak so much, and it made you weak. His voice was so low and gravely, and that Australian accent had a flood of arousal rushing to your core. "It's fine. It was something I'd had for years. Your shirt is a nice touch."

"I like seeing my shirt on you."

"Oh, yeah? Where else would you like to see your shirt?" You were getting bold. A little bit of liquid courage, and some privacy, and it had you ready to do this man's bidding.

"Currently I'd like to see it in the floor," his calloused fingers caress your cheeks, and his thumb gently rubs over your lips. It was intoxicating. More so than the alcohol that was rushing to your limbs. Your body heats up, and you swear you stumble closer to him.

"The shirt I'm wearing, or the one you're wearing?"

"Why not both?" You whisper out a yes, and he reaches towards you, pulling up your dress. His hands immediately go to needing your breasts when he crashes his lips to yours.

A free hand snakes under your panties, spreading out your arousal, "What's got you so wet, Princess?" You whisper out a you, and pull of his own shirt. Your hands run over his chiseled chest, and he rips off your panties.

"Tyler!"

"You won't be needing those," pushing on your ass, he presses you up against him, and his bulge on your front makes you gasp, and you pull at his pants. "You're all the same," he groans, letting his pants fall to the ground.

With one swift move he lifts you up, and sinks you over him, and you stare owlishly at him when he bottoms out.

Walking towards a wall, he slams your back into it. His mouth assaults your neck, and he pushes your face over to the side. With his hands tightly around your thighs, he starts slamming you over his thick length, and that's when you see the camera. "I'm gonna make you a star, Princess," his hand reaches to a shelf, and he clicks a tv on, and you see your ruined face.

Tyler starts shoving you over him, cackling. "Yep, there is is. Your cunt is much tighter once you know they're all watching you."

Your cheeks heat up, and you whimper, "The whole club is watching you getting impaled by my cock. There's worse though, so much worse. You think you can handle all of it?"

"What?"

"We own you now. Fucking hell!" He grunts when you clench down tight around him. "All this talk about Babydoll and her bracelet. Pledging her loyalty to her man, and to us. We'll protect you. Give you a life you could only dream of, and only one thing in return?"

"What's that?" You ask turning to look at him. His forehead presses against your own, and you already know.

"You're pussy. Your friends does have a sweet little snatch. Sharing is not a requirement after initiation. They all want to share though. Why wouldn't you," he moves back to your neck, chucking on you, "If you weren't making such a mess on my cock, I would think you cared. You want this. They're all watching you. Some probably are fucking someone, getting sucked off, having someone ride their face. To the brotherhood," he screams as he stabs up into you harshly.

You black out from the way he ruts into you. He was so deep, and he knew he owned you. You were a wreck. Screaming his name to the heavens like a beautiful prayer, and just thinking about someone getting off on your pleasure, "They'll love you Princess, and you shall be mine. Always mine," Tyler is relentless as he buries himself to the hilt. A succession of grunts and expletives as he searches for his release. "Fuuuckkk! Are you mine? Say it. Say it, or you won't cum."

You try and think about what all that means, but come up blank. Only the pleasure he was giving you, but the prospect of not coming over this man's glorious cock has you ready to cry. "I'm yours!"

Tyler's cock is demanding, slamming into your wet heat, when you let out an otherworldly sob. Coming hard over him, and he shoots thick ribbons of his spend into your womb. Panting, you rest your head on his shoulder, and he carries you out of the room, still buried deep in you. Your releases dripping out of you when he shows you off to the group, "To the brotherhood and our precious Omegas!" Grabbing up a beer, he downs the brew quickly. "Princess, if you weren't fluttering around me, I would think you didn't like this."

"It's personal."

"Get used to it. What's mine is theirs."

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