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I am pissed. My suppressants should be here by now. They’re scheduled for every fifth of the month and it’s the sixth. I swear to whatever is holy, I am going to kill whoever is responsible for this. I feel like I have some sort of impending doom. My biological clock is ticking. I have made sure to get everything done early in the day just so I can just hole myself up in my room.
A sense of satisfaction washes over me as I finally get the last piece of paperwork signed before simply teleporting back to my apartment. The warmth of my place is probably the most relieving thing I have felt in my entire existence. I’m assuming I’m just working myself up over nothing though because I have Ethan out looking for my suppressants at the stores nearby.
I practically jump when my ringtone goes off and I pull the call off my screen. I make it float in front of me while I go into my room to change into some comfier clothes. “Uh! Hi sir. So I have some bad news,” Ethan practically squeaks through the phone in his annoyingly nasally voice. I wish I hired someone who sounds more pleasing. That would've made my life so much easier. His voice hurts my head.
“Spit it out. I really don’t have time for this,” I huff as I tug off my jacket and throw it onto my bed. I slide off my undershirt next and sigh softly at the slightly cool air hitting my skin. “They’re all sold out. I can’t find any sir,” Ethan responds in a rushed voice and I huff. I press a hand to the top of my casing as I try not to scream at him. I don’t have the time for this. “Whatever. You’re useless. Cancel all my meetings for this week… That includes the one with Alastor,” I snap before hanging up. I don’t need to see Alastor while I’m like this. I’m trying to get over him and seeing him while I’m in heat is not going to help.
I wish I could call Valentino but another omega isn’t going to help me. I huff out in annoyance as I tug on my shark sweatshirt. I slide off my pants next and find a pair of pajama pants to match them. Once fully dressed again, I head to my living room and flop across the couch. Maybe I can just sleep through the worst of it. I yank my blanket from off the back of the couch and curl up in it miserably.
I am dreading my heat more than anything. It makes me feel like a girl. Needing an alpha to breed me feels so demeaning and I find myself cringing internally at the thought. I turn on some white noise on my TV before powering down.
I wake up with a groan and a pounding headache. My entire body feels like it’s been set on fire. I drag a hand down my face and wince at the dull throbbing I’m feeling in my core. It’s embarrassing and I smell horrible. I pull myself off the couch with a small whimper and head to the bathroom to at least rinse off. I take a lot of pride in being pretty collected when I’m in heat. It just feels like I’m dealing with a bad fever most of the time.
I whine as my head rings and I pull the call away from my face as I start the shower. “Are you avoiding me dear? I thought after all these years we were done with that,” Alastor’s mocking tone rings out from the other end of the line. I feel like a taut wire within seconds of hearing his voice. “I’m just not feeling well. Don’t act like you aren’t jumping for joy at the fact you don’t have to deal with me,” I grumble as I step into the shower and feel the freezing water cascade over my body.
“Hm. Well then I shall be over soon to bring you some soup. Make sure to be clothed when I arrive,” Alastor coos before hanging up on me. I groan loudly and tip my head into the stream of water as I try to figure out how exactly I’m going to get out of this. Maybe I can act normal enough around him for him to not even notice how badly I need him to fill me. Why does he have to be an alpha? This would be so much easier if he was a beta or omega.
His scent just wouldn’t affect me and I’d be able to just pretend like everything is fine. Alastor giving me what my body needs isn’t going to help me get over him. I turn the knob on the shower to the left and sigh softly when the water stops. I step out of the shower and towel myself down hastily before putting my old clothes back on. They don’t smell too much like my heat. I’ll be alright. I stretch with a small groan before heading back into my living room.
I lay myself out on the couch with a heavy sigh and wait for Alastor to appear. Almost like clockwork, five minutes later he just teleports in without announcing himself. My gaze flicks over to him and I notice his nose wrinkle slightly. “Has that moth been in here recently? It smells like heat in here. No wonder you’re sick,” he huffs as he approaches before offering me a thermos full of whatever soup he selected for me. “Yeah. It’s just Val,” I sit up as I take the thermos and cringe a little at the slick feeling between my legs.
“It’s Miso soup. The only thing Charlie had the ingredients for unfortunately,” Alastor takes a seat beside me like this is the most casual thing ever. He gives me a small look before squinting. Shit. Has he caught on? “How have been the suppressant prices, pal?” He probes and that’s how I know. I’m caught. I give him a strained smile before getting up from the couch and going to the kitchen. I can’t be close to him right now. I feel like I’m going to just pounce on him.
“They’ve been alright. Why do you ask?” I brush it off as I open a drawer a bit more aggressively than I should. The silverware clatter from the impact and the sound is a bit bothersome. I snatch a spoon from the assortment before opening the cabinet and grabbing a bowl. I glance behind me to see Alastor watching me. “Just curious,” he finally replies with his gaze still tracking me. I feel like a rabbit being stalked by a wolf.
I dump the soup into the bowl before putting it in the microwave. I wish he would just leave. The soup was nice but I really need to be alone right now. I yelp as I feel Alastor’s hands grip my waist tightly as he comes up behind me. I freeze as he buries his nose in my neck and inhales deeply. “You smell like raspberries by the way. It’s quite a unique scent,” He mutters and I find myself melting just slightly in his grip. My brain is practically screaming for him to just bend me over the countertop already and take me.
“Thanks. You smell like pine trees,” I scoff before pulling him away with a bit of effort. My face feels hot from the whole thing. My gills puff up slightly just to compensate for how hot I feel right now. Am I going to overheat? I better not. I haven’t done that in years. I flinch when the microwave beeps and I rush to grab the soup from it. I place the hot bowl on the counter and put my spoon into it. “Well… Thank you so much for the soup but I think I need some time to mend by myself. I really appreciate it,” I ramble a bit as I just try to get Alastor out of here and away from me.
I stare at him as he comes closer and raises an eyebrow at me. Why can’t he just go? We are eye to eye at this point. I wish I was shorter. That would be so hot. I yelp as he grabs onto my antennas and tugs me into an aggressive kiss. I moan like a whore and find myself kissing him right back. This is not helping me get over him! I consider shoving him and screaming at him. Maybe I’ll call him a pervert. I whine as he easily picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist. I didn’t even realize he was moving until my back hit the plush surface of my couch.
I whimper as he pulls himself away and wipes his mouth before tugging off my sweatshirt. “You could’ve just said you were in heat, old pal. You are a horrible liar,” Alastor complains before dipping his head down and dragging his tongue across my neck. I try to muffle my desperate moan as he sucks on my pulse point. “It’s embarrassing,” I whimper and I feel the small vibration of his laugh against me.
“You’re the one who’s embarrassing yourself… Heat or not,” he teases and I feel my face flush just slightly. He’s not wrong unfortunately. The whole Might Of Lilith incident was incredibly embarrassing. “I hate you,” I grumble and try to cover myself as he yanks off my pants before neatly folding them and placing them on the coffee table. “I could care less. Spread,” He commands as he forces my legs a part and slots himself easily between them.
“Do you want me to prep you, dear?” He asks with a grin and I scowl at him. Who even asks that? “Are you stupid? Of course I want prep. Why does Charlie even keep you around? You’re a fucking fool,” I snap at him and he rolls his eyes at me. He’s tired of my bullshit. I barely acknowledge him sliding down and tucking his head between my legs. I cry out as he slides his tongue firmly across my clit. “Would you behave?” Alastor asks but it’s slightly muffled at this point. Tears prick at my eyes as I watch him circle me with his tongue like he has a degree in eating pussy. “Yes,” I strain and Alastor hums softly against me. I sob from how incredibly sensitive I feel at the moment.
“It’s yes sir,” He corrects in a soft tone before slowly pushing his index finger into my tight heat. I mewl at the simple contact and squeeze my eyes shut. Can he go any slower? Maybe I should’ve said no to the prep. I am practically drooling at the thought of his knot swelling up inside me. “Can you speed up? I have places to be,” I whine and make an excuse. He chuckles softly at me and delivers a firm suck to my clit that has me seeing stars.
“Desperate whore,” He growls out but obliges by pulling his fingers away and coming back to where he was before. I watch him tug his pants down just enough to be able to free himself. I find myself drooling as he strokes his length with a grumble. I feel my abdomen cramp slightly as I clench around absolutely nothing. I whine loudly as he drags himself across my entrance before withdrawing again. I sob from the teasing and collapse against the cushions under me.
“Please… Please I need it Al. It hurts,” I beg in a broken voice. I know that I’ll be embarrassed later when I think back on this moment. I might just drink a lot after this to forget about it. Whiskey maybe. “Oh you poor thing. You need to be stuffed huh?” He coos from above me before leaning down and catching my lips in a heavy kiss. The kiss is really just to distract me from pressing his tip against me before roughly pushing in.
I cry out against his lips and he practically swallows it up. My body protests and accepts the intrusion at the same time. It knows what I need but also knows what I can handle. I whimper loudly as Alastor pulls away from the kiss just so he can look down at himself sheathed inside me. I whine as he presses his hand against my stomach just to test if he can feel himself. “Taking me so well, dear. You were made for taking this,” He informs me and I feel the heavy weight of shame pressing down on my chest.
“It’s pathetic really,” He continues as he draws his hips back slightly before slamming his hips forward. I moan and it trails off into a small sob as he starts a rough and filling pace that makes me feel like I’m going to shatter. Would he piece me back together after? I’m not too sure. “Crying so beautifully,” Alastor huffs out and my eyes find his. He’s keeping his composure the best he can while six inches deep inside me. “S-Shut up,” I sputter before yelping as he delivers a rather rough thrust as a punishment.
“Manners. I don’t have to be doing this,” He scolds softly before lifting my hips just slightly so he can get a better angle. I moan as he finds that sweet spot and starts targeting that. It feels cruel if I’m being honest. “Alastor!” I sob and feel that tightness in my abdomen signaling that I’m getting close. By his labored breathing, he’s getting there too. I clench around him and he grunts softly as he focuses more on just thrusting into me.
“W-Wait! Wait!” I protest as I feel the knot get tighter before it finally breaks. I cry out as I tighten around him as I reach my peak. He huffs above me as his thrusts get sloppy before pushing as far in as he can as his knot swells and he finishes deep inside me. The knot is uncomfortable and it feels like I’m being ripped apart. I struggle against him as he keeps me still and makes sure I don’t hurt myself by pulling away too early.
I manage to calm down and catch my breath after several minutes. I feel embarrassed for fucking the guy I promised I’d get over. Can I blame myself though? I’m in heat. Not anymore I guess. I relax against the cushions as Alastor pulls out finally and tucks himself away. He gives me a look before clearing his throat somewhat awkwardly. “I’ll tell you when I’m free for that meeting. Until next time,” He waves dismissively before simply teleporting.
I’m left laying there in shock, covered in sweat. I look like a wreck. I sit there for several moments before picking my ass up and heading to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and notice my good antenna is a bit messed up. I grumble as I take the time to fix it before finally getting into the shower to wash the remains of Alastor and my heat away.