A Request For Whenever You Get To It, No Rush. But Alpha Chris Helping His Not Quite Mate Through Their

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 😉😉

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I hope this was okay🥺❤

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗMinors gtfo, this isn't for youᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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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