Archive of Our Own

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Soft moans and high pitched whines filled the dingy hallway he crept down, and the enticing blend of sweat, frustration, and Omega slick filled Jason's nose, blood racing through his body to his cock in a dizzying rush. Following your scent had been easy, once he got the text about an unmated Omega disturbing the local pride of werecats with your stench.

To Jason, as he breathed deep again, feeling his entire body swell, his own Alpha pheromones a cool counterpoint to your spicy heated ones, the scent was ambrosia. His body hummed with anticipation. As he neared the door from which the scents and frustrated whimpers came, Jason was supremely pleased to not smell signs of any other males of their kind. He'd be your first.

His hand rested on the metal doorknob, feeling the flimsy wood of the door underneath, and when you didn't answer his rattling knock, only letting out a frustrated whimper, Jason jerked hard on the door, feeling the lock shatter as the door popped open.

The Omega's scent, which was tantalizing in the hallway, like a fine perfume, rushed out of the open door in a thick fog. Jason breathed deep, tasting your spice on his tongue, feeling his knot swell. An amazing feat considering it usually required vigorous fucking to grow.

Gaze sweeping the small efficiency apartment, Jason took in the dirty dishes in the sink to the left, the smell of bad food just starting to turn, permeating the air, a tiny TV, and beat up lounge chair. And finally, the small, twin sized bed upon which you laid, your curls matted with sweat, groaning on a mass of tangled bedding. Jason stood transfixed, fingers digging into and cracking the flimsy, particle board door as he watched you slam yourself down onto a black glitter plastic cock.

He growled at the sight. No Omega should be without an Alpha cock. And now that he found you, he would not fail you. The growl reverberated in the room, and your rhythm faltered, dilated eyes flying open. Startled eyes met his, the iris almost swallowed by your desire. Your slim neck bobbed in a swallow, and a low voice rasped as your hips kicked up their movement.

“Please…please!”.

Jason shut the door with a snap, flipping the damaged lock so hard it wedged the door shut. He was across the floor in three steps, hands tugging off his shirt and toeing off his boots as his knees hit the bed.

Your eyes went wide, movement slowing as he slowly crouched over you. Jason growled and your eyes went wide again, the scent of fresh slick filling the room.

He fell on top of you without warning, caging your body under him as he shimmied out of his jeans, his swollen cock springing free, bobbing painfully against his abs. His hand grasped the end of the warm, slick dildo, pulling it out slowly while you moaned, hips thrusting in complaint. A gush of slick coated his hand. Jason's mouth watered and his tongue lapped your essence from his fingers without his permission.

Addictive.

Spicy, sweet honey covered his tongue, sending so much blood to his painfully hard cock he was dizzy.

He had to have you. Now. And judging from the writhing limbs trying to draw him in and needy moans, you, the Omega was just as desperate.

His hips surged forward without a thought, urgency and instincts driving his movements. The heat and tight grip of your soaked flesh made him moan into your neck. Sensation sparked from his cock all the way up his spine, lighting his nerves like fireworks. He thrust again, burrowing deeper.

You were tight, but the substitute cock you’d been using and the need that gripped you negated the need for foreplay. Later, once your heat faded to levels that allowed you to feel something other than the overwhelming desire to be filled and knotted, he would feast on you, showing you pleasure in other ways.

But now, as your little nails pierced his skin, heels digging into his ass, he gave you what you needed, strong, powerful thrusts until he was bottoming out inside you, hips snapping like a piston.

You clenched, your pussy gripping him so tight he thought he'd lose all feeling in his cock, and then rippled in a sensual massage as you came, crying out with a broken sob.

Still you moaned for more, scratching and snarling until he shook the bed with his thrusts, his cock swelling uncomfortably large, the tingling in the base of the shaft telling him it was time to knot you, his female.

Jason worried you were still too tight, too small to handle a knot, and tried to keep his strokes shallow, gritting his teeth against his instincts. You snarled, hooking your feet around his waist, and drove him deep, your hips driving him home. Your pelvises ground together and you came again, writhing against him.

He huffed, amused. If you wanted it that way, fine, he'd tried to spare you. The least he could do was battle the coming pain with pleasure. Bracing himself on one hand, the other slipped between your sweaty bodies, down soft skin to where you were joined. He drove into you harder, faster, knowing he would need speed and force to keep his knot moving once it started swelling. If he didn't drive it up behind your pelvic bone to the clump of nerves back that would give you both pleasure as he rocked his knot inside you, it would be an uncomfortable and unsatisfying joining for both of you.

And the last thing any Alpha wanted was to be knotted to a pissed off and dissatisfied Omega.

His fingers found your clit with ease, circling the little nub until it stiffened. Jason felt your entire body clench, stars dancing behind his eyes at the sensation as he manipulated your nerve endings and felt your internal muscles grip him.

Your third orgasm locked every muscle in your body, and you, the Omega, let out a high, keening cry as Jason thrust harder, a howl erupting from his clenched jaw. His knot slid up his shaft which each thrust, barely fitting in your entrance. He felt real resistance as your body struggled to accommodate him, but he couldn't stop.

Jason redoubled his rubbing as you tensed, this time not in pleasure.

"Easy”, he murmured, thrusting faster. Almost there. And he was. His knot was halfway up his shaft, being massaged by the tightest Omega cunt he'd ever felt, moving a torturous quarter inch at a time.

Pleasure arced down his cock, up his spine, down his limbs. Stars burst in his vision. Three more hard thrusts and he couldn't hold back any longer, couldn't move anymore as his knot hit home.

Pleasure detonated through you both at the same time. A growl ripped from his chest, and you tightened around him, undulating as he rocked and came, the only movements he was capable of.

You were stuck in a pleasurable cycle. Every time he came, you tightened around him, which made his pelvis rock, short little thrusts that ground his body against your clit, his knot against the internal bundle of nerves, causing you to cum. When the spurts slowed enough for him to catch his breath, Jason looked down at you, sweaty and drained. He focused on where you were both joined, how your tiny body milked him.

Then he went deeper, probing the part of you that was Omega with the magic that made him Alpha, and claimed you for himself.

All you knew was a feverish want, a need that sunk its teeth into your bones, burned your body from the inside out. A hunger no food could satisfy, radiating from your core. You vaguely remembered the figure of a man, how that need spiked tenfold, and then pleasure.

Endless pleasure, driving you to new heights. A pain, stretching you that was quickly eclipsed by a new pleasure you could grow addicted to. But the best part? That growl.

Low, rumbly, it reached to the centre of you, warmed and soothed you. Your entire focus was on that growl and how you could listen to it again and again. What you would do to please Jason so he would growl for you again.

There was a movement beside you.

Blinking, you opened your tired eyes, senses slowly coming back to you. Bright blue eyes stared at you, capturing your gaze with an intensity that made you blush and look down.

Jason tugged you onto his chest, pressing your hot, glistening skin to his. He growled again, consumed by the heat spreading through both of your bodies as they connected in a more subtle intimacy.

You whined happily and nuzzled your nose into the junction of his neck, laying light kisses there. His scent filled your nostrils and made your mind fuzzy with bliss.

“Feelin’ better?”, he rasped, voice thick and husky.

“A little”, you shivered, feeling the familiar heat still coiling in the pit of your stomach.

His rough hands stroked up and down your bare body, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. You hummed, the sound vibrating in your throat. The sound made Jason bubble with happiness. There was no better sound than a happy, satisfied omega.

“Only a little?”, he mused, his fingertips dancing over the tiny bruises littering your hips.

“Yes, just a little”, you smiled innocently and lifted your face to meet his, eyes bright with desire and love, “You know how long these seasons can last”.

Jason smirked and pinched your waist, “Good job I’m not going anywhere then isn’t it? Little omega”.

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