A/N: Joel Miller Is Our Daddy. That's It.

A/N: Joel Miller is our daddy. That's it.

Things Joel Miller would say when Reader's in stress:

" Everything will be okay babygirl, just focus on me."

  " Focus on my breathing okay? Just look at me "

  And If she starts crying:

  " Aww no baby don't. I'm here for you. "

  Just rubs her back and kisses her cheeks.

  " Daddy loves you so much babygirl. Do you love him back? "

     You nod.

   " Good girl. Come here now. Let daddy take care of you. "

  Let me know If you liked this. I just wanted to write something before I begin writing requests you guys sent me 💜

Late Night Driving

  A/N- Hey guys! I'm yet again back with an imagine from Stranger Things!     After watching the season 4, I decided that I should start writing for it too because I'm in love with the series since it came out. 

~This imagine is for Steve Harrington. 

~Reader is a Hopper but she's not related to El biologically 

~ Sorry If there are any grammar mistakes , my main language isn't English but I'm trying to improve it by studying English Literature in university lol.

 ~ I hope you like it!

  No warnings for this imagine.

    Summary- All Reader wanted is to hang out with Steve and his friends from school but Jim Hopper - her dad - don't allow her to because he doesn't like them at all so Steve Harrington decides to take her out secretly.

  Yet another evening when you were locked in your room without even realizing what you were doing. You just wanted to go out with a few friends without asking Hopper, but he rejected you saying, "You know I really don't like those guys , so no! I will never hear this from you Y/N. Are we understood? " Actually, it was not clear, so you tried a little harder because you didn't think your friends had a problem. They were the only people you could get along with. You had a feeling for Steve in particular among them. Something you couldn't name yet. "But dad, they are good people and Steve-" Hopper gave you a look that you were sure would have laughed at that look if you weren't arguing right now, but you still held back and continued to focus on his face. His look was so serious and sarcastic.” Steve? That guy whose friends are always late for school and whose parents have drugs? Hell no!”

  " Well you drink alcohol all the time and I say nothing to your face!" You wanted to ask yourself later where that courage came from, and at that moment you really hated yourself a little bit for saying that. He was your father. Most of them were better than the father, he fed you, he took care of you, but you underestimated him again. Who knows how his heart was broken.

"To your room Y/N."

" Dad, I didn't want to. I'm sorry."

 " Go. Straight. To. Your. Room. Now!" He said, emphasizing all the words one by one. He was extremely right to be angry, but only about one thing. You had no right to insult him like that. Just because he drinks alcohol doesn't mean he treats you badly. You loved him very much and he loved you too, and you were even more connected after you lost Sarah, your younger sister. Yes, he sometimes took refuge in alcohol, but he was still your father. You apologized again in a low voice, but you were sure he didn't hear it because he was thinking about what you just said. You didn't mind and went to your room and lay on your bed.

 " Fuck, I'm so stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! "

 "Why the hell you're calling yourself stupid?" You were startled by an unexpected voice and looked at the window behind you.Dingus "Steve! Why are you here? How did-" Steve was still trying to climb the window but you weren't going to let him in until you had your answer. There was no way. What if your father saw him? Then you really did have strings.   " Like I told you. I'm a ninja. And now for the dear God, help me! I'm stuck here! " At that moment, all the options you could do came to your mind and you grabbed him by the arm without thinking about anything. Wrong choice.

  When you pulled on him, he collapsed on you and you fell to the ground together. Steve Harrington had come to your house, or rather to your room, and he had collapsed on you. Steve Harrington, your one and only love. Ahh, if he had read your thoughts, who knows how you would look pathetic But these were all your own thoughts, and you didn't know exactly what Steve thought of you.  

     Yes, you were a friend, even further from a friend, but you weren't sure if you were at the stage of a lover. When you were below him and he was above you, you had the opportunity to examine his face even more closely. It was the first time you had seen him up close and oh my god that silky face and touchable hair. Steve Harrington was a truly wonderful man. But the sound you made at that moment was even more important because your father could come to heck you at any moment.   Yes you did argue, you did argue from time to time but he still cared about you all the time.

  "Steve, my dad."

  “What about him,” he said in a low voice. In a low but sexy voice. This man was really going to be your death. You wouldn't fall for it. "He would be here any minute, Steve. Get off of me, will you?"

“  Jesus he really does hate me, doesn't he?” You smirked at that and chuckled low. He studied you face and his eyes then stopped on your mouth. " Your smile is so beautiful, did anybody tell you that before?" " Couple of times, yes but just my dad. You're the only man who said it except my dad. " He smiled proudly and stood up. "Well I'm so glad that I said it, then." So glad.He said that he was so glad that he said it. You never expected to hear that from him. Steve was indeed a man full of surprises.

 " Why are you here, Steve? " " Well you said that you come, but you didn't so I thought I could just check out If there's something going on and I think I thought good, right? " Sometimes you were offended by Steve's knowledgable ways, but that's what made Steve Steve. If someone else did it, you probably threw them out the window by now, apart from your close friends, of course.. " Well I'm fine, you can go now before- " " Wait, what? No you're coming with me. Tell me what's going on and we'll figure something out, okay? I'm not going to let this go. I'll talk to your grumpy dad if we can't and solve it with him. " Steve seemed unaware of what your father could do to him. Your father was the best Chief Hawkins had ever seen, and of course he could take care of a boy like Steve however he wanted. Steve would be a piece of cake for him. You didn't want him to get hurt, so you told him again not to do that and go, but he had no intention of going.

 " I won't go 'till you come with me, Y/N. I want to help you. " " There's nothing going on with me, Steve. I just argued with dad but that's all. And the fact that he hates you is a wrong idea because he only dislikes you, not hates you. " “Well, that still doesn't chill me a bit.” If you knew Steve, he'd never let go of that thread. You knew he only wanted to talk to you. He wanted to get in trouble, and frankly, you would too, but it was evening, you had a fight with your father, you were sent to your room, and besides, you made a bad choice by taking Steve into your room. Still, if you were going to be back in 1 hour, why not.

  You told him that you could go out for an hour, and as soon as you said that, he was already getting excited and unable to sit still. You immediately took a jacket and went down from the window of the room and got into his car fast without seeing your father and left the road of the house.    

      “ Don't drive too far, okay? If dad doesn't find me in my room he will- "

" Enough negative things, Y/N. Just tell me everything you have in your pretty mind of yours. I'm always here for you. You know that." "I know Steve. Thank you." You said and smiled. If you were alone in your room right now and this had happened before, you would be dancing in your room screaming. That's what Steve Harrington was getting you to do.

  You were quiet for a few moments, and then Steve pulled over and sat back, taking a deep breath. He leaned towards you and you just sat there, not knowing what to do. You thought he would kiss you but he did something very contrary to what you thought and made you feel ashamed again. He pulled the arm of the seat and made it move a little farther back. You didn't quite understand why he was doing it, but it was clear he wanted to do something.

 "  So now, pretty Y/N. Open up your mind, your thoughts to me 'cause Doctor Steve Harrington is here for your service."

  Of course, you didn't open up about your feelings for him, but you talked a little bit about your problems at school, your problems with your father, and it made you feel even more comfortable. It was warm for you that Steve listened to you and laughed at you when you were angry and spoke quickly when you were angry and that he was upset when you were upset. Steve might have been seen as a cold person on the outside, but he was the opposite. People really misunderstood him. At the head of these people was your father, Hopper, but you thought you could handle this problem, and so did Steve. When the conversation was over, you took a deep breath and sat back. You felt a little selfish because you didn't hear Steve's thoughts. "What about you? How have you been. I'm sorry I couldn't ask you how you were. I'm so selfish." Steve moved a little closer to you, took your hand and looked exactly into your eyes. " Don't call yourself like that. You're not selfish first of all because I wanted you to tell yours and I love to hear about you. I actually- uhm actually love everything about you, Y/N. " It was an unexpected move from Steve, but one to be expected once you get to know him, but something you thought you would never hear. Especially from Steve.

   " Steve... I don't know what to say. "  " Don't say anything. Just listen to me, please.I wanted to tell you this way before. This wasn't a love at first sight but after getting know you better, your thoughts, your likes, Y/N I thought we would have a chance together. I thought you love me and we can be together. It was easy for me you know? To ask you to be my girlfriend but your dad made it so difficult and I thought- I thought you wouldn't love me for the things that your dad had said to you about me. But lately, I decided and told myself to screw it and yeah, here I am. Telling you that I love you.It's okay If you don't have feelings for me Y/N. Yes I will be sad but your happiness is the only thing I care in this world. " After such a confession, you were one of those who didn't really know what to say or what to do, but only a few words came to your mind. "I love you too Steve Harrington."

  Steve's face directly lighted up and he bursted into laughter. He pulled you up and placed you on his lap. The already tilted back seat gave you even more room and held you comfortably in his lap. His slender but strong fingers gently grabbed your chin and pulled you to him. He searched your eyes as if to ask permission before closing his lips to yours, and after seeing that light, he started kissing you. His kiss was so soft and slow that it was as if the world was spinning around you, time had stopped.

  It was an incredible thing. You were in Steve Harrington's car, you were in his lap, you were kissing. At that moment, you didn't care about anything. It was just you and Steve in that moment and nothing could have mattered. Staying in the moment was one such thing. And so now you knew Steve Harrington was yours. And you were his. After you parted your lips, he rested his forehead on yours and you stayed like that for a while and only your breathing could be heard in the car. But there was something you forgot. Your father.

  "Steve?" “Yeah?” “Can you take me back? My dad will be very mad.” He shook his head and kissed you hard for the last time and left. You slid into the side seat and repositioned it, leaning back and watching him. All along the way, only the music on the radio could be heard, which was frankly good. Because really, if Steve asked you anything, you didn't quite know what to answer after that kiss. When you turned to the street where your house is located, you asked him to let you out at the corner so that your father would not see the car. Steve thought it was more appropriate and stopped the car on the corner.

  “Look at me, baby.” You turned to him and couldn't help the grin on your face. Pursing his lips, he was waiting for you to kiss him. Literally Dingus. You gave him a quick but sweet kiss on the lips and you got out of the car with a wink. When you looked back often as you ran towards the house, you saw that he got out of the car, put his arm on the top of the car, and followed you with that stupid grin on his face. Before leaving without lingering too much, you entered again through the window you left open and took a deep breath after entering. There was no sound from Hopper. You assumed that he had fallen asleep on the sofa again and opened the door slowly and entered the room where the living room was with silent steps.

   You were not mistaken in your guess. Hopper was there. He was lying face down on the chair, with the top open. Surprisingly, he had no drinking bottles or anything about cigarettes with him. You took the blanket that lay on top of the single chair and slowly spread it over him, and then bent over and placed a kiss on his cheek. Even though it may bother you to do secret business with your father, this evening was the best evening of your life. Everything would be fine. You went into your room and after closing the door you went to bed. You thought about what had happened tonight and fell asleep with the big smile on your face, dreaming about Steve.

Thankyou so much for doing my request! Its amazing! I was wondering if you could do a in heat alpha chris x reader, where chris is super horny and keeps bothering the reader as shes trying to get a project done for work. So she ties him up and milks his cock?

Sorry, its been a little bit since I wrote.😖 I'm currently in the middle of a fic where Chris is tied up, so I kind of made this a different "tied up" way??? If that make sense? Sorry I didn't write it the other way. Hopefully, I can make it up to you in the other one.

Needy Alpha Chris

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Warnings: Omegaverse/abo, omega fem/afab reader, alpha Chris, Chris being needy, knotting, tummy bulge, begging (both sides), cockwarming, diy cock ring, most likely grammar errors

Your deadline was coming up fast for your current project. You figured you'd be able to put some work into it while you stayed home with Chris for his rut. You gave yourself one goal for today. To finish the damn project you and your team were assigned to by your director. That was your only plan for the day. You even told your mate wanted to get this done so the two of you could relax that last couple of days you had off. Unfortunately, your mate was in the middle of his rut. The first few days he’s more aggressively needy. Giving in to his instincts and is absolutely feral. Stalks you around like a predator. His large hands are roaming all over your body in a frenzy. Thankfully he was towards the last couple of days of his rut, making him become needy in a softer way. He still wants to pump load after load into you but he will try to hold in his urges, not wanting to overwork you and have you fucked out of your mind the whole time. But in the end, he ends up begging to fuck your tight cunt.

There you were minding your own business typing away on your laptop, finally able to crawl out of bed and get some work done. As you sat on the floor, coffee table in front of you, back resting against the couch. You could feel someone’s hungry eyes watching your every move for the past 30 minutes. You could see the large man in your peripheral view seated in the small reading nook on the other side of the living room. Without even moving your eyes away from the screen you could tell Chris wanted your attention but didn’t want it to be completely obvious. Even though he was constantly clearing his throat or letting out a small grunt as he kept repositioning himself in the armchair.

After his fruitless attempts, he closed his book, placing it on the seat before walking over to you. He pulled the coffee table forward, pulling it away from you. Your hands stayed in the same typing position as you looked up at him in confusion. "Uh, what are you doing?" You inquired. But the bulky man kept quiet. He moved around to the other side of the table where you sat. Bending down, he slipped his arms under your armpits and lifted you up like a rag doll. You accepted your fate as he sat in the spot you once were and placed you on his lap. Wrapping his large arms around your middle section, burying his face into your hair. Blinking a few times, you turned your head to look at him. "You okay?" He nods against the back of your head. "Couldn't get comfortable" he mumbled, his hot breath dancing across the back of your neck. He could feel your small laugh vibrating through your body. "I could tell. You couldn't sit still." You leaned forward to pull the table toward you, rubbing against Chris's groin in the process. Clearing his throat as he tightened his hold on you.

The sound of your nails tapping against the keys occasionally broke the silence. Every now and then Chris would wiggle around, trying to get comfortable while he trailed his nose to your scent glands on the side of your neck, taking deep breaths of your scent. You paid no mind to it. His rut was coming to an end, he still wanted to take in your sweet aroma every possible moment. His nose rubs against the sensitive skin tickling you for a brief moment before you feel his canines scratch against your skin, causing you to let out a gasp. "Chris, I'm trying to work." You tried holding in your giggles as we switched to the other side of your neck giving the same attention. You brought one of your hands to where his arms were wrapped around you, rubbing your hands along them. As Chris continued to nuzzle against your neck, he unwrapped one of his hands, his callused digits trailing down to the plush skin of your thighs, kneading into the soft meat.

"Chris, I need to get this done." You tried to speak in a serious tone. He brought his mouth to the straps of your tank top, trapping it against his teeth, pulling the thin flimsy material off your shoulders before trailing his hot lips back up. “Then work” “I’m trying but you are distracting me.” you let out an exaggerated sigh. Suddenly you realized while this whole time he’s been holding you, he's been pumping out his pheromones gradually over time. It wasn't until you felt your sex ache for some sort of relief. "Chris Redfield” His lips stilled, pressing to your warming skin. “I told you I am going to get this done, and then I’m yours the rest of the day” You rarely raised your voice, but the sexual tension building up between you, and the nagging workaholic voice in your head was causing a battle inside you. He unwrapped his arm around your waist and slipped under your shirt. His calloused pads outline your sides, tracing up from under your breast, his fingers stretching out as far as they could before sinking them into the soft pillowy meat giving them a firm squeeze.

A soft whimper escaped past your lips, hips rocking slowly as you succumbed to the pleasure of his hardening cock rubbing against your ass. Your eyelids started to feel a bit heavy as your mind became foggy. Chris’s mouth trails up the side of your neck to your ear. “You going to let me in that little cunt?” he whispered between nibbles on your lobe. Realizing what’s happening, your eyes snap wide open. “Okay, that’s it!” you twist in his hold to look at him, “We are doing this on my terms though. I’ll cock warm you until I’m done.” Without skipping a beat he puts both arms under your thighs to lift you up high enough to release his throbbing cock from his sweatpants. “Hold on, hold on.” You lean forward and reach for something behind the laptop. You felt around the surface until your hand found a long silicon rope.

Leaning back against his chest, you tied a loop into one end. You pulled down your shorts with the help of Chris before he spread your legs, each hand supporting the back of your thighs. As he lowered you, you placed the loop of the silicon rope around his shaft. Giving it a light tug to tighten the loop. Chris too focused on being wrapped up in your warmth, paid no attention to the object wrapped around him. The smell of your slick alone gave him complete tunnel vision. Continuing to lower you on him, you feel the crown of his cock rub against your slit, collecting your slick. He plunges in his tip and stills there. Savoring how your pussy is trying to suck him in further, tightening around him.

He hisses out an elicit ‘fuck’ as his head tips back, falling against the cushion of the couch. With each passing second he takes to completely sheath himself in you, the more impatient you get. “Mmmm Chris hur-ahhh.” Before you could even finish your sentence he drops you on the last remaining inches, pulling the sweetest whine from you. Just as he was about to lift you up on his cock, you made a noise trying to grab his attention, placing your hands over his. “Ah! I said cock warming only” Your voice firm, squeezing his hands. He let out a long sigh before wrapping his arms around you again, burying his face in your hair. “Besides with that wrapped around you, you won't be able to cum so easily. Let me finish my work and then we can finish okay?” You rubbed his arms with reassurance before focusing your attention on your device.

The next 20 minutes were absolute torture for Chris. Any time he shifted to get any sort of friction or his cock twitched inside you, you would squeeze so tightly around him. You gummy walls wrapping snuggly around him. This only made him want to thrust up into you, but when he tried to, you would only sink further into him becoming like deadweight. Sweat was running down the side of his face. His brown hair stuck to his forehead. The pressure of the silicon around his base was starting to drive him mad. The ache in his full heavy balls grew, the muscles in his abs continuously flex as he fought all urges from making the tiniest movement.

At some point, he removed his face from your hair. Normally your warm sweet scent would calm him, but right now it only made his inner alpha want to disobey your orders and just fuck into your with relentless power. You two were feeling a bit antsy, craving for the feeling of him mixing your insides with his length. However, you couldn’t deny the fact you loved this power you held over him. Normally Chris would always take the lead, which you absolutely love. But just something about him listening and waiting for your command had you feeling giddy and absolutely sensual. You turn your head just enough to see his face in the corner of your eye. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched tight, his nostrils flaring with every intake of air. Maybe it was time for a break. You pretty much had everything done. Just needed to go over to make sure you had everything, which you could easily do another day, or perhaps after he passes out from what you were about to do to him.

You reached forward closing the laptop while doing so, you slid up on his twitching cock. His hands dug into your hips, holding onto you for dear life. Before you lowered yourself further onto him, you folded your legs on either side of his, trapping him under you. You pushed the table forward just enough for some room. With both hands on the table to help stead you, you began to bounce yourself on your knees, sliding along his hardness. The male's breath got stuck in his throat as his eyes shot open at the sudden intense feeling of you riding him. His hands continued to hold onto you with bruising force. His mind was a tad too foggy to first realize you were finally giving him the attention he’s been wanting all afternoon. He didn't think it was possible to be so hard.

“Fuck angel, I-I need to cum” He said between gasps. You let out a small breathy chuckle, slamming yourself harder and harder onto his length. Grinding yourself on him every time his member began to twitch out of control. “A little bit longer”, you purred, detaching his grip on your hips and placing them on your breasts, guiding him to squeeze and touch them. You let out a whimper as he starts thrusting up into you earnestly. He's growling against clenched teeth, breathing erratically. "Please a-angel. I n-need it" you reached over your right shoulder with your right hand, cupping the back of his head, pulling him closer to you. His mouth pressed to your ear, his grunts and growls emitting from deep in his throat sending ripples through your abdomen. "W-will you behave?" Your hand wanders over your thigh, sliding over your neglected clit, feeling a prominent vein run down the underside of his cock, over his inflating knot, and stopping at his balls. Cupping them with your soft fingers, giving them a gentle squeeze. You could only feel his head nod eagerly against yours with a wanton moan. The weight of them felt heavy in your hands, tightening, begging to be emptied. You wanted to drag it out a little longer, but you couldn't wait anymore.

Once your hand was able to feel out for the other end of the rope, it took you a couple seconds to get a good grasp on it as Chris continued to plunge into you. Placing your unoccupied hand on the curve of your hip, lifting yourself up until only the crown of his cock was barely inside you, pulled at the rope as you sank down. As your lips touch his knot, a loud guttural groan fills the room as he is flooding your sex with his seed. His mind goes absolutely blank as his consciousness is ripped from him by his orgasm. Your hand drops the rope and stills over your pelvis, pressing against the bulge of his cock. You could feel the force of every spurt against your hand. Your lip caught against your teeth as you felt his warmth spill inside you. Once you felt his hands drop from your body and landed on the floor with a soft thud, you didn't feel him pulsing inside you. You lifted yourself up just enough to face him, making sure not a single drop gets wasted. The look on his face sent a rush through you.

His head tipped back, mouth open slightly ajar, drool just starting to drip down the side, his eyes glazed over barely rolled to the back of his head. Placing both hands on the side of his face, you tip his head forward, before capturing his lips with yours. Coming back from his release, his eyes slowly fluttered closed as he started to kiss you back. pulled back with a soft smile on your face. You ran your thumb over the trail of drool on his chin wiping it away. You gave him another peck on the lips before your hips started to grind on his still hard length. He winced, letting out a hiss. "T-too sensitive darlin'" You let out an amused sigh. "This is what you wanted though right? Want me to milk you dry" You said between pants. You started to ride him against a slow languid pace. Massaging your walls, angling yourself just enough to hit that one soft gummy spot. With your fingers still holding his face you looked down to see where the two of you connected, noticing the milky ring around his knot. "Look baby" you whispered to him. The moment he did you could feel him twitch inside of you again. "Want more… o-of your cum" You whined looking at him, brows knitted together.

"Shit," he hissed as his hands found purchase on your hips again, thrusting his hips up into you. You could feel his legs quake under you. The way his curly pubic hair rubbed against your clit, spurred you on as the pressure in you built. His fingers dug into you, pulling you closer, having your clit grind on him harder. "Gonna cum. Gonna cum. I'm gonna-" You placed your mouth over his, swallowing each other's moans as you both met your peak. The pressure erupted in you as you felt another wave of his thick cum. Your walls flutter around him, your clit pulsating against his pelvis as your grind comes to a slow stop. He threw his head back against the cushion as you both tried to catch your breaths, rubbing his thumb in small circles on your hips. Once when you came down from your high, you started all over again, rolling your hips into him.

"Shit darlin'. I need a break" he whimpered. "Please, just one more? I want you to stuff me full. Make a mess out of my pussy." Once again his body defied him, his cock still going hard, twitching and aching for more. How could he deny his sweet omega when you were asking so nicely. He lost count of how many times he came. Losing a little piece of his soul in your heat each time. After the umpteenth time, the whole room smelt of sex. Nothing but skin slapping slip and moans filled the room. "S-sweetie….. I-I'm s-shooting blanks" he slurred barely able to get out. "One more, one more." You kept chanting building both of your highs. The amount of cum from the two of you collecting on the wooden flood underneath the two of you. You started to rub tight circles on your clit once again. Chris's chest was heaving as his legs shook the floor beneath. "Come on baby. One more." If his brain was working he wouldn't think he'd have one more left in him. But the moment you reached back with your free hand to give his balls a light squeeze and slipped his knot past your puffy lips, his red cock was convulsing again. The pressure in you popped, your sex pulling the last drop of cum in him.

You collapsed on him, resting against his sweat-slicked chest. Focusing on both of your breathing. You squeezed around him one more time before you lifted your head to look up at him. A gurgled grunt rose from his chest. Drool was spilling out both sides of his mouth. Eyes fogged up in ecstasy. "You good baby?" You asked loud enough hoping to reach wherever he was. There was a long pause before he nodded his head just a bit, still looking up at the ceiling. You whipped the drool off along with his sweat running down the side of his face. "Good." You smiled, nuzzling into his neck, breathing in his pheromones. "I'll help you when your knot goes down okay?" You could barely feel him nod his head before you both melted into each other.

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A request for whenever you get to it, no rush. But Alpha Chris helping his not quite mate through their first heat because they're a late bloomer? Eh? Needy Omega not realizing how strong their first heat is and calling him while he's at the office because they think they're dying from being so hot and feeling like they're losing their mind with need. AFAB or GN whichever you prefer or want! Thanks!

Yes!!!!!!! This man is perfect in A/B/O 😉😉

Thank you for your request!

I hope this was okay🥺❤

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Warnings: Omegaverse, Alpha Chris, Omega fem reader, knotting, praising

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“Okay, Mom. Yes, I know. Okay well, that hasn't happened and by the looks of it, I doubt it will happen. Alright, that's not fair to bring him into this. Yeah okay. Well, I gotta go Mom. Yeah. Okay. Love you too”. You tossed your cell phone onto the couch with a frustrated sigh before getting up to get yourself a drink. You were just tired of her hounding you about how you haven't been ‘claimed’ yet. Also doesn't help that you haven't been feeling well. Your lower body has been aching and your temperature has been higher than normal. Maybe you were coming down with a cold. It seemed like your symptoms were progressively getting worse as the week went on. Your mom believes it's because you haven't been haven't had your first heat yet. Omegas don't experience their first heat until they are between the ages of 20 and 25. There have been rare occasions of hearing an omega having their first heat later than that. However, there has always been this superstition/fear of getting your first heat late. Some folklore says people would have to lock away the omega until it happens. Some believed your ability to have pups would decline drastically. Some thought you would go mad because your inner omega wasn’t fulfilling their 'duties'.

Obviously, that was some sort of old wives tale, which you believed to be a load of horse shit. Even though there weren’t that many articles talking about late-blooming omegas, you found none about those damn superstitions. That didn’t stop people from trying to increase their chances of going into heat the moment they hit 20, for the fear of all that. Some go as far as getting surgery. And of course, your family and friends still believed some of this crap. Your friends would even try to trick you into going out to these speed dating events where they match you with others based on everyone's scents. Once you hit your 25th birthday your friends and family were very vocal about their concerns with your dating life. Your family would even guilt trip you or bring up that damn myth. Especially since you just turned 28 a few months ago and still no heat or mate like ‘everyone’ your age.

You have been courting Chris for almost a couple of years now. You’ve always been absolutely grateful for how patient he has been with you. Your lack of experience made you feel insecure since he’s much older than you. Never once have you ever felt pressured to do anything you were not comfortable with. If anything, you wanted to try more. To go beyond grinding your sex against his muscular thighs and stroking him over his boxers. Still, no matter how much you beg him nicely, he can't brush away the fear of him causing you harm. It's happened to everyone else he's been with. A small voice in the back of your head thought maybe it was because you haven’t had your first heat yet.

The moment you walked into the kitchen, you felt this immense pain in your abdomen, "Shit!" You hissed against clenched teeth, gripping the stone counter as you bent forward, your other hand pressing against your stomach. "What the hell." You waited for a moment in that position until your muscles relaxed. Slowly straighten up, you cautiously walk over to the sink. Sweat began to run down your forehead. Your chest felt tight as your breathing became labored, your knees began to shake. Suddenly you felt a stronger shot of pain go through your abdomen. You double over, slowly lowering yourself onto your knees. You tuck your legs underneath you, curling up in a ball. You slowly start rocking back and forward hoping it would help ease the pain in some way. The cold tile against your burning skin helped ground you just a little bit. “Fuck….” Your eyes start to sting, your muscles constricting longer than the first time. You don’t know how long you were on the floor, but by the time the pain slowly let up, you carefully got to your feet steadily using anything to help keep you up as you stopped by the living room to get your phone before heading to your room.

You slumped onto the bed. You carefully peeled off your clothes in the hope to cool off your burning skin. The feeling of the cool sheets against your skin helps only for a moment until another wave of pain crashes into you. The time between each episode of pain seems to get smaller and smaller. You were honestly scared at this point. You had no idea what was happening to you. You didn’t want to call the ambulance and deal with that bill. Your doctor's office was closed for the next 2 weeks, and you lived too far from your family. You reached around the bed trying to feel out for your phone. You quickly went through your contacts before the next wave of pain. You looked for your boyfriend's name before hitting the call button. You never called Chris while he was at work, only that one time you sprained your ankle while you were walking down a flight of stairs with a stack of boxes in your arms. Laying on your side you curled in on yourself as you listened to each ring. ‘This is Chris, sorry I ca-’ You hung up and hit the call button again. Tears were running down your cheek, feeling slightly cold against your blazing cheeks.

Chris was leaning back in his office chair as he tried to listen in to the conference call on speaker. He was looking at a file from a past mission, suddenly hearing the soft buzzing noise of his phone on the wooden desk. Sitting up he saw your name and a picture of the two of you lit up his screen. Waiting for the person who was currently talking to finish, before excusing himself, the buzzing stopped. Thinking he’d just call you after the meeting, his phone went off again. You never call again right after he missed your call. He knew something was seriously wrong. He abruptly interrupted the person talking, “I’m sorry everyone, I have an emergency. I’ll call one of you later to catch up on what I missed” And with that, he hit the end call on his office phone before anyone had anything to say. His phone only rang a couple more times before he was able to answer it. “Hey is everything okay?” Chris waited for a moment for you to reply but the only thing that came in through the receiver was you panting and small whines. “Y/n what's wrong?” Worry laced in his tone. “C-Chris. I… I don't know what's wrong with me.” he could now make out your sniffles. “Hey, hey, hey. What happened?” “Everything was fine and then my stomach started to hurt. I’m so hot.” You let out a sob, the pain now spreading to your lower back. “I don’t know what to do.” Chris quickly pushed himself out of his seat and gathered his things before walking out to the parking garage. “I’m leaving right now and heading over okay?” “But what if…. fuck, what if it’s my heat?” you sounded almost panicked. Chris almost stopped in his tracks. What if it was your heat? Now he didn’t know what to do. IF it was, this was your first one. He didn’t want you to go through it alone, but he also didn’t know if he had the right to help you through it. Yes, you guys are courting to become mates, but he also didn’t know if he’d be able to control himself. Your cry pulled him out of his thoughts as he approached his car and threw his belongings in the back. “I gotta let you go but I’ll be there in 10, I promise.” You hummed in response before disconnecting. Chris quickly went to the trunk of his car and started to rummage through a duffle bag until he found a half-face respirator. He placed it on the seat on the passenger’s side before making his way to your apartment.

Those 10 minutes felt like hours to you. The ceiling fan above the bed wasn’t doing anything for you. The sheets stuck to every curve only making you feel hotter. The fever was making your head pound, it felt like someone was knocking on the inside of your head. Not realizing it was actually your boyfriend knocking on the front door. Chris pressed his ear to the wooden door for a moment until he realized you were not coming to let him in. He quickly looked around your door for the spare key. Before unlocking the door and letting himself in he made sure all the straps on the respiratory were snug. He quickly shut the door behind him and locked it, hoping no one else caught wind of you. The masked helped a little, your pheromones were not as potent but he was definitely able to smell you out. Without any notice, he pushed open the door to your bedroom to find you tangled in the sheets. His inner alpha was getting restless as he got closer to you. Once he got close enough to sit on the side of the bed, he didn’t realize how tight his pants had gotten. “Hey, love?” he called out as he wiped the hair stuck to your damp forehead. You stirred awake, eyes slowly adjusting to the light. “Chris?” You whined, reaching out for him. “It's hot” Recognizing his calloused hands, you guided his hand to your abdomen and placed it there, “It hurts.” Tears roll down your red cheeks. As he looked down to where his hand sat, he caught a slight glimpse of your inner thighs covered in slick. Being this close to you the mask wasn’t doing anything for him, your sweet scent making his mouth water as his pupils dilated. Quickly trying to reign himself in he shifted where he sat before trying to get up, “Where’s your phone, I’ll call you mo-” “No” You squeezed his hand trying to pull him back towards you with whatever energy you had left in you. “Sweetheart, we need to get you someone who can help.”

You let out a small yelp from the pain. It felt like someone was stepping on your abdomen with all their weight. The pain on your face made him feel somewhat helpless. He wanted to help you but he didn't want to cross any lines. “Why can’t you help me?” you asked sounding a little hurt. The pregnant silence between the two of you was making your inner omega feel like he was rejecting you. “Sweetheart….. I-I don’t want to put you in more pain than you are already in. You grabbed his hand again, thinking you wanted the heat from his palms on your abdomen, but when you placed his large hand right over your aching sex, the man nearly choked on his breath. His middle finger easily slipped between your nether lips. “Shit.” he groaned. You rocked your hips trying to get any type of friction, rubbing your clit against his digit. “Please Alpha!” That was the end for him. That one word released the feral beast inside of him. Within a second he ripped off that damn forsaken mask and sank his finger deep inside your gushing pussy. Your walls were barely able to make room, the thought of even trying to shove his cock in you had him elicit a soft ‘fuck’ before he slowly started to pump in and out of you. Massaging your walls with the rough pad of his middle finger. Your gasps and moans egg him on. He slowly introduced another finger into your core, feeling around for that one spongey spot. He knew he found it when your hips lifted off the bed, trying to fuck yourself on them. Within seconds he had you soaking his hand and sheets. Slowly withdrawing his digits from you, your slick dripping down his hand to his wrists. Locking eyes with you, he took his sweet time lapping up the slick from his wrist to the tip. You couldn’t help but rub your legs together letting out a soft whine.

He releases his fingers with a pop. Within a swift motion, he ripped off his clothes, before crawling on top of you, peeling off the damp sheets from your heated body. He wanted to take his time with you, explore every inch of your body, find which spots had you crying out his name. However, he knew the fastest way to help ease most of your pain was to stuff that sweet cunt of yours with his knot. He gave himself a couple of pumps as he lined himself up to your entrance. He looked down at you, eyes filled with absolute adoration. “If you want to stop we can love.” You wrapped both of your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a sloppy needy kiss. Pressing his length against your folds. Pulling back for air for just a moment. “I want your fat cock in me now!” Letting out a low growl at your assertiveness, he slowly sank his throbbing member into you. He wanted to make sure you feel every inch of him, every vein and curve to him. You sink your head further into the mattress, mouth hung open with your brows knit together. The sting of the stretch was addictive, you never felt so full before. It felt like his cock was slowly pushing the air from your lungs and out your mouth.

Pressing his forehead to your shoulder, “Fuuuck, so goddamn tight.” He murmured against your burning skin, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses to the top of your breasts. He was already pressed up against your cervix and had yet to give you the last inch of him and his knot. The way you were contracting around him made it nearly impossible to not move while you adjusted to him. Your broken breaths caught his attention, trailing his lips up to your clavicle, along your jaw, and to your tear-stained cheek, kissing away any remanding tears. “I got you. I’ll make you feel good sweetheart okay?” You tightened around him at the pet name, causing him to give you a shallow thrust. After a couple more he slowly started to roll his hips into yours. Your soft mewls only make him want to pull more angelic sounds from you as he continues to bury himself into you.

Your legs were starting to get tired, thankfully Chris hooked both arms under your knees, pushing your knees to your chest. This allows him to press his knot against your slick covered lips. The way his pelvic hair brushed against your clit made you clench around him, with his name on your lips. “Ch-Chris I-” Your legs began to tense, your moans becoming breathy, rocking your hips in time with him. “You gonna cum for me?” he asks, picking up speed, reaching deep into your heat. You frantically nod your head with furrowed brows. “Come on sweetie. Cum for me. Cum for me.” Your mouth hangs open, barely able to keep your eyes open, “That’s it. Cum all over my fucking cock” He hissed against clenched teeth, his heavy balls slapping against your ass, slowly losing his rhythm as he chases high. He gave you a few more brutal thrusts sending you completely over the edge, gripping onto his forearms, your walls milking him for everything he's got. He soon followed you with one last thrust, plummeting into euphoria, shooting ropes after ropes into you. Right before you came down from your high he slipped in his knot, causing you to convulse around him for a moment longer.

Once the two of you laid there, your sweaty heated bodies pressed together, you didn’t realize all the pain you were in was completely gone like a flip of a switch. Chris released the grip on your legs, easing them back down. His warm calloused hands rubbed up and down your sides in a soothing tempo. You nuzzled your face against him, giving him a couple of kisses followed by a content sigh. “Thank you.” He hummed in response before turning his face to you, placing some slow soft kisses on your lips. “Anything for my little omega.”

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