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”Y-yes, the reins work,” Aang chuckled through the words, and Zuko’s face flushed even more. Aang got one look at him and started to laugh all over again, and he continued even as big hands settled on either side of his head and gave him a gentle shake. Zuko’s grip was light and harmless. His hands were warm.
”Stop laughing at me,” he demanded, though he didn’t sound angry at all. Aang brought both hands up to hold onto Zuko’s wrists and peeked at him through watery eyes, but he couldn’t stop his laughter. Zuko’s face was still red, and Appa roared in a way that was almost like he was laughing too.
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After years of bullying due to a disorder that leaves him infertile, Ivan swears to never marry an Alpha. But living in a society that leaves him with few freedoms, his father marries him off. His Alpha fiancé, Alfred F. Jones, is a charming fellow who seems to not have a reason to marry an omega like Ivan- or does he?
Rating: Mature
Art by @jestermarotte
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Ever since the thunderstorm, Ivan warmed up to him. Nothing too drastic of course, but simple acts. Instead of hiding in his room after dinner, he’d sit on the couch and read a book. Perhaps he’d take over cooking their meals. He became more accessible, open to conversation and interaction.
It’s a double edged sword for Alfred. His desire to get close fighting his physical urges. It had gotten to the point where if they spent the day home together, Alfred would go off to masturbate. At least three times a day. He’d taken the week off to ease Ivan into their home, but with the time up he’d return to his job. This proved to be the only relief Alfred got. Work is a refuge, a fact that disappointed Alfred.
When home with Ivan, hard physical labor proved to be a great distraction. He’d grab a shovel or tool after hanging around the omega for a few hours. Spending a good amount of time outside in their backyard. He had plenty to do if he was to have a hobby ranch of his own. An afternoon constructing a fence for their future animals kept him busy. Made him unable to sit around and fantasize about how good Ivan smelled, or how his jeans fit his curves perfectly. The way his hair curled and framed his face. A cute face, with full lips he desired to nip at. And Ivan looked soft, so soft. His skin, his hips, his feet, his thighs. He’d catch himself staring at the omega’s thighs, wondering how it’d feel to squeeze them underneath his strong hands. And finally, his neck- a part Ivan seemed to keep guarded. What would a deep bite look like?
Alfred was going to get Ivan to like him. But he needed a break.
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“Hey, Ivan?”
Alfred popped his head inside the living room, eyes scanning Ivan. The omega snuggling up on the sofa with a book. The alpha tried to not focus on how cute he looked under his blanket.
The man looked up, raising a brow and lowering his novel. “Yes?” He asked, his voice gentle. Alfred’s southern accent always made his ears perked up. The American leaned against the wall, putting his hands in his pockets.
“So, this weekend, I gotta go away for work. Go visit a bunch of my fathers ranches. Ya’ think you’d be okay by yourself?” He asked, raising a brow. This would be the first time Alfred would leave the omega by himself overnight. There’s a tingle of guilt in his chest for having to do so, but he desperate for spa. He’d never forgive himself if he crossed a line with Ivan.
Ivan blinked, surprised by the question. He hadn’t thought about Alfred leaving, he’s grown accustomed to his presence. An entire weekend alone? He should find it appealing. To have the entire house to himself. To eat, sleep and do whatever he wanted. No need to greet the alpha, or cook him a meal. No spending time with him in the garden. This should excite the elusive omega. Nevertheless; it did not.
“Oh. Uh, yes. I will be fine. No problem.” He responded, straightening his posture. Ivan couldn’t risk hinting any body language that showed he’s disappointed by Alfred’s trip. The reply made Alfred sigh in relief. His omega didn’t seem upset by the idea.
Alfred perked up, nodding. “Ah, good! I left some money and my card on the kitchen table. So if you need anything, you should be alright. Go shopping if you want. Keep yourself busy.” He encouraged Ivan to shop on several occasions. Books, clothes, shoes, he wanted to spoil him. Yet Ivan seemed apprehensive and conservative with Alfred’s money. Never spending it on a want, only a need.
Alfred’s trying to change that.
“Oh! And invite whoever you want. I know that Feli fellow is nice. He’s always welcomed in our home.” He emphasized on the word our, per usual. The past two weeks have been spent with Alfred including Ivan into all aspects of their home life. Asking and valuing his opinion, proving to the omega that he’s considerate and thoughtful. Not the boss of Ivan.
Ivan’s eyes glanced down as he thought about his best friend. He’s been over a handful of times. Inviting him over this weekend could be fun. Two omegas bonding, without the watchful eye of an alpha. To be able to speak, no paranoia if an alpha had super hearing and could understand their gossip.
“... I might do that. That could be fun.” Ivan nodded, eyes returning to Alfred. He took notice of the man’s outfit. A clean pair of dark denim jeans, held up by a dark brown leather belt. Pointed cowboy boots underneath the pants. On top is a long sleeve, denim work shirt. The sleeves were rolled up, Alfred’s tan and muscular arms visible. The western style shirt had snap buttons, with the first few open. This let the alpha’s chest hair peep through. Aviator sunglasses sat on his face, which weren’t uncommon. He’s frequently been outside the entire day. Ivan found himself liking Alfred’s taste in clothing, even what he wore on the ranch. Impulsive thoughts slipped from his lips.
“... I like your outfit. You look very handsome…” Offering a compliment to the alpha. His soft violet eyes enjoyed sizing Alfred up as of lately. Not a confession Ivan would say out loud anytime soon. He settles that, complimenting his outfit is enough.
Kind words from Ivan were such a rarity. One that made Alfred’s heart race. Flashing a grin, displaying his perfect teeth. “Thank you darlin’.” He drawled, eager to use another nickname Ivan had permitted. The omega went from pouting and hiding, to calling him handsome in the past few weeks. Even slow, Alfred felt like he’s getting somewhere with Ivan.
Ivan can’t see Alfred’s eyes stare back at him with the sunglasses on. Thankful for it, a part of Alfred pushed him to flirt with the omega. His ego or natural alpha state, who knows. With a slow approach, he licked his canine tooth. A habit when his mind wandered to carnal activities. He naturally spread his scent, letting it choke Ivan a bit in the moment. Once Alfred approached Ivan, he took a hand out of his pocket. Resting it on the head of the couch, he looked down at his omega. His free hand went to pick up Ivan’s, offering a soft kiss to his wrist.
“Means a lot coming from you.”
Letting go and giving a wave, he walked out of the room. He didn’t see Ivan’s face turn red, or how the omega caressed the wrist he had kissed.
Ivan didn’t get to see Alfred feverishly jerk off when he got to the car.
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“I am so happy I convinced you to shop with me! ”
A shorter Italian man with a cheerful smile walked beside Ivan. One of his few friends, Felicano, had talked Ivan into going on a shopping spree with him. Once the omega heard the words ‘He left me his card’, his next intention was to give him the makeover he’s always dreamed of. Ivan had potential, and Feli couldn't stand his sense of fashion. It didn’t help that Ivan’s father didn’t give Ivan much money for hobbies, let alone stylish clothing. An alpha caring about Ivan’s preferences is an alien concept.
“You are going to be my doll~!” He sang, nudging Ivan in a playful manner. The taller man had a shy smile, a tad bit worried what he’d gotten himself into. “I… we only need to buy some clothing. I do not need much.”
Feli shook his head and waved his hand in dismissal. “He gave you his card and is always begging you to spend his money! He wants to spoil you! Let him!” He’s overheard with his own ears Alfred suggesting they go shopping together.
“We are going to turn you into a stylish omega! Alfred won’t be able to stop staring at you…” Feli teased, grinning. He’s quite a fashionable man himself, as he’s from Milan. It would be a shame to be from one of the fashion capitals of the world and not know how to dress.
Ivan blushed from the suggestion of Alfred gawking at him. The alpha already did at times, he noticed it from the corner of his eyes. His usual baby blues were piercing, like a wolf waiting for his prey to move. The omega knew from the beginning that Alfred was pinning after him. The alpha is a gentleman, of course. Always respecting his boundaries, and avoiding being pushy. It came as a surprise to Ivan as he’s always found alphas to be sex pests. Beings that could force themselves on omegas, and only the omega would be blamed. That part gave Ivan a small bit of anxiety. Alfred truly could do whatever he desired and Ivan would get blamed for it.
“I am not interested in Alfred. I am… just waiting for him to agree to pay off my father…” His voice isn’t confident.
Feli sighed and shook his head. “Lie to yourself, friend. Not me!” He puffed out his chest, having the confidence Ivan so lacked. He pouted in response while following behind the Italian.
“Oh! Come in here!” Feli ushered, going inside a store and leading him to a clothing rack. The metal poles held up an assortment of mock necks. Feli grabbed a black one in and held it up to Ivan’s chest. “What are you? Extra large?” He questioned. Ivan sighed and looked down in embarrassment.
“I am fat, so.. two X-Large…”
Feli rolled his eyes as he went to hunt for that size. “You’re not fat! Just… tall and wide…” Offering a kind smile, and shrugging. “And even if you were, that’s not a bad thing.”
Ivan’s violet eyes narrowed as he raised a brow. “Says the skinniest man alive.” He snarked back. Feli just giggled and waved his hand. “Hehe, thank you!” The omega went back to looking for clothes, while Ivan snorted and held his face in his hands.
After some time for Feli gathering a huge collection of clothes and forcing Ivan to carry it, they went to the dressing room. Feli gave strict instructions on what pieces to put together. Ivan walked out nervously with the first set. A black turtleneck with dark green cargo pants, held up by a belt and black combat boots to match. Feli clapped and grinned, pleased with himself.
“I love it! We’re getting that.” He stated. Ivan turned his hips to look at his behind in the mirror, then using his hands to feel his waist and chest. The turtleneck was soft and slim fit, showing off his figure.
“I… are you sure it looks nice…?” Ivan asked in a nervous tone. He liked how it looked, but felt as if it’s silly on him.
Feli nodded quickly, “Yes. The way baggy pants meet at your waist accentuates it.”
Ivan looked at himself in the mirror and gulped. Nodding, he accepted Feli’s approval. He lifted up his foot, pointing out the platform of the boots.
“These make me even taller…”
“Mm. I knew you would like that.”
Ivan smiled for the first time in the dressing room. Going back to change, he came out with Feli’s next instructions. A creamed color tank top, with light brown grid-checkered pants. Feli offered another clap and signaled approval. “Perfect! Oh, this would look so good with a chunky necklace…” The omega started detailing more ideas, while Ivan rubbed his arms.
“I hate my arms…”
“Why?!” Feli asked in shock, eyes wide.
“They are so big…”
“Yes, you have muscles! It’s very sexy~” Feli complimented, waving his hand in dismissal. Now with Ivan engaged, there’s no reason for him to be so negative about his body in his eyes. He’s secured a handsome, sweet, rich alpha. What more could he ask for?!
“And before you complain about being strong for an omega, who cares! Alfred clearly likes your type. Embrace it.” He gave a small smirk, knowing he’s right. “That alpha has been pinning after you since the first day he saw you…”
Ivan turned red and went back into the dressing room to change into the next outfit. “I do not even think he truly likes me.. He probably assumed I’m desperate and would sleep with him the same night…”
Feli shook his head and sighed. “No, no, no. Oh, stop it. He likes you. Accept it! Your life will be better when you stop self sabotaging….”
The Russian had no comeback as he returned with a new outfit. Simple jeans with an off white top. The short sleeve had embroidery near the shoulders, a sunflower design. Ivan ran his fingers on it, having a smile.
“I like it…” he confessed, then turning his hips to see the back of the jeans. “I usually do not care for jeans, but these are comfortable.”
“That’s because they fit you properly.” His friend explained, picking up a cream brown belt to hold up to Ivan’s waist, checking to see if it matches.
“Which outfit should I get…?” Ivan asked, unsure which looked best on him. He had a soft spot for anything floral, and hoped that his omega friend would choose it.
“Which? No, no, we are getting all of it.” Feli said casually. Ivan’s eyes went wide as he shook his head. He pointed to the shirt he’s wearing.
“All?! This shirt alone cost one hundred dollars… I cannot buy more than one…” He insisted. Alfred told him to shop, but he could imagine he meant to spend hundreds of dollars. The alpha already is paying for his independent papers, he couldn’t add on to that burden.
“Do not even worry about the price. He wants to treat you.”
The pair went back and forth until Ivan sighed and agreed to pick out sunglasses. While most were afraid to be pushy with Ivan due to his size, the omegas had known each other for long enough. Feli saw past Ivan’s intimidating exterior years ago. Ivan’s less prideful with the Italian, and felt comfortable going along more than others. It didn’t hurt his ego to give in to the cheerful man like it did with others. There were very few people who Ivan had that dynamic with.
After another hour of grabbing clothes and trying everything on, a gigantic pile formed on the checkout counter. Feli looked proud of himself, Ivan appeared concerned, and the cashier seemed impressed.
“Y’all had fun, haha!” She chuckled. As she began to fold and scan their purchase, a fellow cashier came over to assist.
“Yes, my friend’s alpha wants to treat him to a new wardrobe.” He bragged, making Ivan become flustered. He never thought he’d have an alpha to gush about like this. He didn’t know how to respond to a situation he never could have foreseen.
Someone taking care of him.
“Well, aren’t you lucky. He must love you a lot.” The other cashier said, flashing a friendly smile.
“He does.” Feli said for him, before Ivan had a chance to put himself down. The chatty omegas gossiped amongst themselves as Ivan bit his nails, watching the final price climb up. Once everything is folded and ready to bag, Ivan forced himself to speak up. He could not spend five thousand dollars; something needed to be put back.
“I, I cannot spend that much money Feli-”
“Yes you can. He wants you too.”
“When he said to go shopping, he probably meant… a few hundred dollars, yes?” Ivan argued, unable to fathom the idea of Alfred alright with this. Feli isn’t having any of it.
“Call him. And ask, right now.” Feli pointed to the two sweet cashiers. “They spent all this time folding everything for us, come on~”
“You can call him and take your time. Don’t worry.” One of the cashiers said. The store isn’t busy, and they wouldn’t shut down the idea of getting Ivan convinced to follow through with the purchase. They were in sales after all.
“Um…” Ivan took out his phone, feeling put on the spot. Three people were looking at him, awaiting the call to ask if Alfred would approve of an absurd amount of money. Gulping, he pressed ‘call’ and held it to his ear. Feli leaned in to eavesdrop.
Praying that Alfred wouldn’t pick up, he’s nervous when he hears his charming accent on the other side. “Hey honey! What’s up? Everything okay?”
Ivan stuttered, the emotion of discomfort the only way he could describe this situation. “So, uh, me and Feli are at the store shopping.”
“Oh, that’s great! Whatcha’ getting?”
“Clothes, um, a lot.” Ivan isn’t the type to stutter and use ‘ums’ and ‘uh’s, but he felt as awkward as ever. “But, the bill is very high. I told Feli it was too much, but he insisted that I ask. But, I know you will say no.”
“Well, how much is it?” Alfred inquired.
Ivan whispered the amount in fear, but was hit with a:
“Oh, that’s fine! Ha, spend more if you want.” Alfred chuckled on the other side of the line. Ivan blinked, in shock of those words. “... Really…? Are you sure…?”
“Yeah, of course. I saved up for when my omega moves in. Put Feli on the phone.”
Ivan handed over the phone with uncertainty. Feli smiled and nodded while talking to Alfred. “Mhm. Exactly, yes. Yes we will. Do not worry!” He hung up and handed it back over to Ivan.
“Alfred says, to spend whatever you want, and that he wants me to take you to more stores. And that is an order, not a suggestion.” The Italian winked.
“OOOOO~” The cashiers wooed in unison, both grinning and giggling. “An order through the phone! He’s serious about spoiling you. You’re so lucky!” Everyone gushed about Alfred, but Ivan stayed silent as he handed over the credit card. He nuzzled his burning red face into his scarf. He’s never in his life been the center of attention for something positive. No one has been envious of his circumstances. But here he is, surrounded by omegas telling him how fortunate he is to have Alfred. Perhaps there’s a truth to it.
Not to mention, getting an order from Alfred caused his heart to skip a beat. While they weren’t bonded, and Ivan didn’t even hear it, the mere mention is enough. It’s drilled in an omegas head to follow the orders of their alpha from birth. Ivan’s engaged and living with Alfred, in his custody. Therefore, if any alpha were to give him an order to follow, it’d be him.
After everything was paid for, Feli called Ludwig to carry Ivan’s belongings so they could continue that spree. Three hours and six thousand dollars later, Ivan sat in the living room surrounded by shopping bags.
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Ivan’s grateful for Alfred’s return home after the weekend. He avoided touching most of the shopping bags, as he mentally still needed Alfred’s additional approval of everything. The mental block of an alpha wanting to spend such cash on him is still there. Especially regarding material objects.
Ivan of course got said approval, with Alfred laughing off any suggestions that he should return anything. “I’ve been trying to take you shopping, but, uh, I guess I had to wait for the little Italian to drag you out. You listen to him better than me!” He teased, black sunglasses pushed to the top of his head. Bright baby blues contrasted with his tan skin.
Ivan shrugged, sitting down on the ground as he went through the bags. “I am… Just not… used to it…” He defended, taking out the folded clothes. Avoiding eye contact, he blushed as he forced himself to thank the alpha.
“... Thank you. Again.”
Alfred couldn’t help but beam and spread out his scent. Seeing his omega crush turn red and thank him did the trick. Ivan took a whiff of it and found himself unable to stay near Alfred. In a panic, he grabbed as many bags as he could and rushed upstairs. “Uh, I, I need to put this all away!”
Alfred sighed as he watched the omega run off. He’s fun to look at from behind.
The next few days, Ivan began to do more chores around the house. It’s his subtle way to show gratitude towards Alfred. He even did the alphas laundry. He found himself thankful he didn’t come across something gross. Dumping the entire basket into the wash prevented him from touching anything that would make him regret doing the favor. It’s a pleasant surprise for Alfred to find everything washed and folded on his bed.
There’s an aspect of Ivan doing domestic favors that made Alfred’s heart skip a beat. As traditional as it was, he always dreamed of scoring a stay at home spouse. Ivan appeared to be trained on the skills an omega is ‘supposed’ to know by society's standards. He’d never force Ivan to do it, he desired for it to come naturally.
Wanting to thank him for the favor, Alfred decided to mirror the same act the next day. Ivan’s distracted outside gardening, giving the alpha the opportunity. A part of him worried the omega could get upset over Alfred going into his room. But Ivan doing the same to him gave a hint that they shared the feeling of being open with each other. Alfred decided he wouldn’t snoop and touch all his things. Simply grab clothes and get out
Which is what he almost did, until he saw Ivan’s nest. The delicious smell of the omega came off of it. He wished he could throw his body into it and nuzzle his nose into the deliberately made pile of stuffed animals, blankets, and pillows. Cover himself with the odor of honey and flowers. He took a minute to admire it from afar, until a red t-shirt caught his eye. Recognizing it, he went to the bed and picked it up. To his surprise, it’s his.
A wide grin appeared on his face. Ivan took one of his dirty shirts and placed it in his nest. For the sole purpose to smell and be soothed by it. To him, it’s undeniable proof that Ivan liked him. There’s no other reason to have his shirt. An omega doesn’t put an alpha’s belongs in their nest for any other purpose.
Putting it in his pocket, he decided it’s time to propose to Ivan. Or at least, address the topic of their engagement. It had been weeks- did the omega want to continue?
Alfred went downstairs and filled up the washer. But before adding soap and closing it, he grabbed a pair of Ivan’s boxers. There being no audience, and him having no control, he brought it to his nose and did a deep inhale. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, as his crouch started to burn.
“Oh my god, I have a fucking problem…” he groaned to himself. Throwing the pair of boxers back in, he turned on the washer. Now having a raging erection to deal with, he rushed to the closest bathroom and locked it. Trembling hands pulling his cock out, he jerked it erratically. He thought about how soon Ivan would allow Alfred to claim him. When will his stubborn omega finally give in and let Alfred bite deep into his neck. Finally claiming Ivan as his. And no one else’s.
He orgasmed when he thought about the taste of blood hitting his tongue during the claiming process.
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“Hey, Ivan!” Alfred said, walking into the living room. He leaned against the doorway. Ivan had been on the sofa, reading a book. Looking up, he smiled softly at Alfred. “Yes?” He asked, thinking the interaction would be harmless.
“So…” Alfred began, looking him in the eyes. “I really appreciated you doing my laundry. I thought it was so sweet.” Ivan shrugged but kept his smile, “It is no problem.” He assured.
“Well, I thought to return the favor. So, your stuff is in the wash. But-“ Alfred paused, smirking at the omega. He went into his pocket and displayed the red shirt. “I found this on your bed.”
Ivan’s face went as red as the shirt. Eyes wide, he stuttered to find an excuse to explain himself. He didn’t even think about how he might have left it out. Usually, it was hidden underneath his pillow. This morning he had nuzzled it for a bit before getting ready for the day. Ashamed, he attempted to find a reason.
“I- Well, you see-“
“Ivan- I don’t mind.” Alfred interrupted. “I think it’s so cute. I… love it actually.” He confessed. Walking over, he kneeled down in front of Ivan. Since the omega was sitting on the couch, he got close to his face. Alfred took one of Ivan’s hands, kissing his knuckle before giving it a gentle squeeze.
“I’ve been wantin’ to say…” His southern drawl appeared, wanting this to come from the heart. Alfred also hoped it added some charm. “I know we talked in the start about- y’ know, giving me a chance. And it’s been a few weeks…” The alpha kissed Ivan’s wrist. He then proceeded to rub it on his neck, scenting the omega's hand.
“I really like you. I think you’re funny, smart… a bit sassy…” Alfred chuckled, rolling his eyes. “But I think you’re a great person. And I hope I’ve been showing ya’ that I’d be a good alpha to you… So… Can this engagement be real? Did I pass the test?” He tilted his head, his eyes looking at Ivan in the most loving manner. He looked like a love stricken puppy because he is. The past few weeks he had tried his best to prove that he’s worth taking a chance on. Worth taking seriously. Worth being called his Alpha.
Ivan stayed stunned. Eyes wide, face burning, mouth open, he froze until he could mutter something. And that something was basically nothing. “I- I… uh- I…” he stuttered. His heart raced, his head feeling light. Alfred’s scent choked him. This came unexpectedly, first being confronted about the shirt and this. He’s not ready. He doesn’t love Alfred. He doesn’t care about Alfred.
Or so, that’s what he kept telling himself.
There’s a pause in between them. A bit longer than Alfred expected. His heart hurting from Ivan’s lack of response, he attempted to chalk it up to anxiety. Deciding to save the situation, he began to stand up.
“You don’t gotta make a choice right now. We can have as long an engagement as you want. Just think ‘bout it, okay?”
His thumb traced on Ivan’s bottom lip, before leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek. It took self control for the alpha not to crush their lips together. He walked away, going upstairs to hide in his room. Once the door was shut, he threw himself on the bed. Taking a deep breath, he sighed as he debated if that had gone well or not. To Alfred, Ivan liking him is an undeniable fact. There’s zero reason an omega would have an alphas shirt in their nest. He had to like him. So why, why, did he fight it?
Perhaps it’s all anxiety. Perhaps the omega needed a moment to get his thoughts in order.
Alfred rolled to his side and closed his eyes. He needed a nap, and after a few minutes ended up dozing off. An hour later, he found himself yawning as he sat up. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked at the time.
‘Eh, I could start cooking dinner soon…’ He thought to himself before getting up. Walking out his room, he would have gone downstairs if the sound of sniffling caused him to pause.
His ear twitching, he creeped towards Ivan’s room. Placing his ear on the door, he could hear his precious omega sobbing. His chest tingling, he couldn’t imagine what he could have said or done to cause such hurt. Knocking on the door, his eyebrows furrowed together in upset.
“Ivan? Honey? You okay?”
More sniffles, followed by a sad ‘No…’ had Alfred reach for the doorknob. Not bothering to ask if he could come in, he found it unlocked anyway.
Once the door opened, he saw Ivan hiding under the blanket. But, it isn’t the only fact Alfred noticed. A strong, delicious scent came from the omega. One that could drive Alfred crazy. One that if stronger, he’d find himself unable to have self control.
“Ivan…? Are… are you…?” Alfred began to ask, treading the topic carefully. He could feel his own cheeks begin to flush. By the tells of his scent, Ivan’s in heat. But it had just started, making the scent not as powerful. Alfred could control himself, for now. He pulled back the blanket, to see a trembling Ivan with glossy eyes.
“I-I-I do not know what to do…”
“What’s wrong?” Alfred questioned, his eyes raised. It broke his heart to see a shaking, crying Ivan. Tears staining his red cheeks. It almost made him forget about the omegas heat. The last time he had seen him cry like this had been the storm. He’s not pleased to see a repeat of such devastating appearances.
“M-My… my heat, I, I cannot find my medicine…” He stuttered, squeezing his arms around himself. Ivan started to kick his legs, squirming from the pain. His insides burned, the need to be knotted and filled up.
Alfred’s eyes looked to the side. He had been told in private that Ivan’s father made a point to not pack his anti-heat medication. The alpha had been patiently waiting for the omegas heat. But- he had hoped to win Ivan over beforehand. He desired their first heat together would be one of approval before Ivan became… mentally in another place. This is information Alfred assumed Ivan’s unaware that he had obtained. He’d keep that fact to himself.
“I’m sorry, honey… has it been a while since you’ve had a heat?” He asked, already knowing the answer.
“Y-Years.. I… Help… I do not know… What to do…” He sobbed. Mind slipping, body yearning, he had no idea how to manage a heat. After his first heat, his parents had put him on medication. While it was viewed as unhealthy to stay on it for years, due to Ivan’s condition, it became a mute point. Usually, it’s seen as healthy to let an omega go through a heat every so often. But Ivan’s infertile, so there’s no point in letting his system play out a heat. Especially when single. Married off would be a whole other story.
“I just need help, I can’t do this by myself…” He babbled, shaking his head as he closed his eyes. Alfred hovered over him. Help. There’s only one way for the alpha to help an omega during their heat. Was Ivan asking Alfred to be his mate? To spend this heat together? For Alfred to tend to his every need, satisfy every pleasure? Knot him countless times? Taste every inch of his body that needed lips and a tongue?
“I can help you… Do you.. truly want me to help you, darlin’?” Alfred asked, leaning closer to Ivan’s face. He took a sniff of the omegas scent, his eyes rolling to the back of his head before focusing on Ivan. Cute red cheeks. Full lips. How he wanted to bruise them.
“Is this what you want? Me?” Alfred whispered, eyes narrowing. He spread his scent, which caused Ivan to gasp. The trembling omega nodded, not caring what anything meant anymore. He just wanted the pain and the yearning to stop.
The corner of Alfred’s lips twitched into a smile, before he crashed his lips onto Ivan’s.
LoveStruck Togachako 2st Piece-LEFTOVERS IS OPEN!!!
My second piece for TogaChako Zine @lovestruckbnhazine! I went for cottagecore lesbians 🎀 and is nfsw. I think I'll post the full version on Xshitter :(
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