Part 2 to this! More omega Robby with 100% more knot. Just saying I’ve been doing some crazy research for this universe and my wife has given me plenty of ideas >:3 BTW this is taking place pre season 1, sometime in 2024, the timeline isn’t fully hammered out yet! And Part 3 is here!
Technically speaking, heat suppressants weren’t birth control. Fertility did heighten significantly during a heat, but omegas could get pregnant elsewhere in the cycle. And being perimenopausal, he was probably releasing more eggs than ever.
But the odds of getting pregnant were still tiny, he was just getting old. Robby stared at himself in the mirror as he took off his scrub top. He scratched his belly and took in his own appearance, wondering how he hadn’t realized how old he looked until now. The stretch marks, his belly, his sagging chest, the graying hair all over his body. No wonder he and Jack hadn’t been having sex.
He stripped off the rest off his clothes and kicked them towards the hamper. It felt good to step in the shower, but he turned the water to cold, not wanting to give into any temptations to stay in longer than necessary. Jack had the night off, and Robby was off tomorrow. They could stay in bed all night and into the morning, and Robby wanted to get knotted as many times as Jack could possibly give it to him. He knew it wouldn’t take right away. But…
Oh, sue him, he wanted to be fucked by his mate.
It had been too long, they’d been so busy. So he scrubbed himself down brusquely and toweled off just as fast. He popped a slick production supplement and chewed the bitter little tablet, wincing at the way it stuck in his teeth.
When he left the bathroom, he could hear the tv playing and the faint sounds of Jack moving around the kitchen. He snagged the body pillow from where it had been kicked off the bed and laid it horizontal, then climbed onto the bed himself. He draped himself with his hips propped up and sighed, getting comfy. “Rabbit, can you come here?”
He spread his legs a little wider, hiding his smile against the pillow he pulled under his head. “Something wrong…?” Jack’s voice trailed off as he reached the doorway. “Woah, what’s all this?” There was a quiet click in his crutches as he crossed to the bed. It dipped as he sat down and Robby shivered as his hand stroked over his hip.
“Want you, Alpha.” Robby tilted his head to look at Jack, putting his big eyes to work. “Realized how long it’s been since I took your knot.”
Jack’s crutches clattered to the floor and he met Robby in a dirty kiss, more tongue than lips. “Missed me that much?”
“More than you know.” It was true, but a part of Robby felt guilty anyway, like he was lying.
He grunted as Jack insistently prodded at his side until he rolled over. “Fuck, sweetheart, I’ve missed you too.” He buried his face in the hair at the base of Robby’s belly, tugging hair with his teeth to make him squirm.
Suppressants weren’t exactly HRT either, though there were hormones in them. When Robby had started on suppressants, his body hair had grown in thicker and darker. A change he, and very evidently, Jack, liked.
“I want your knot,” Robby said through a sigh as Jack mouthed lower.
“Give a man a chance to work you up a little more.” Jack stuck out a drooly tongue and dragged it against Robby’s cock. It wasn’t very big, decently sized for an omega. Just a couple of very sensitive inches. Enough that he could rut against Jack’s hole when he was on top. But tonight, he had no interest in being on top.
Jack mouthed at him and for some reason Robby wanted to cry. He wished Jack had left him on his stomach. He spread his legs wider and blinked back tears as low noises were punched from his chest with each pulse of suction from Jack’s mouth.
He could feel himself growing slicker, could feel the way his heart pulsed in his cock and in his cunt. “Rabbit, please,” he found himself groaning, reaching down to bury his fingers in Jack’s curls. He was panting and flushed and more turned on than he’d been in months. He didn’t know if it was Jack’s clever tongue or a side effect of coming off the suppressants.
“I gotcha, Mike.” Jack kissed the inside of his thigh and crawled up the bed until he could kiss Robby. Tasting himself on Jack’s tongue made him feel lightheaded and needy, his hands clawing at Jack’s arms. Jack was still dressed and Robby gave a displeased noise against his mouth.
Jack widened his stance over Robby and untied his sweats, shoving them down his thighs until they could grind against each other and it was like Robby’s body was trying to pull Jack in. “Knot me,” Robby whined against his lips.
“Gonna do my damnedest,” Jack promised. He wasn’t fully hard, Robby could feel it as he eased into him, but it sated something. Robby knew he wasn’t in heat, his last disastrous heat in his early 30s had been far, far different. But fuck, he’d missed this. He’d missed this so damn much without realizing it.
Rutting against Jack was fun, lazy grinding in the morning, handjobs, it was all fun. But this was something else, Jack inside him, on top of him, breathing in each other’s scents…
“Missed you,” he mumbled, pulling Jack’s head to his neck so he wouldn’t see the tears in his eyes.
“Missed you too, Mikey.” Jack bit down, teeth fitting perfectly into the scarred bite on Robby’s shoulder. He didn’t bite hard enough to break skin, though he started nipping and sucking to leave a pretty hickey over it.
Robby just let out a shaking sigh, playing with Jack’s hair and moaning. He could feel it as Jack grew to full hardness, as his hips picked up speed, it was fucking bliss when Jack’s knot began to swell.
Well. It was fucking bliss for a couple moments, and then the stretch began to ache. He grunted and his nails dug into Jack’s skin. Jack slowed his thrusts, pulling back to look down between their bodies. “Can you take it?”
“Mhm.” Robby nodded. He had to. He had to be able to, it wasn’t his first time being knotted! It had just been awhile, he wasn’t used to it like he’d been before. He tilted forward in a way his back would punish him for later and tucked his face in Jack’s neck. “Want it. Please. Please, need your knot alpha.”
He could almost hear Jack rolling his eyes. Being called alpha didn’t do anything for him, but for Robby… he liked having an alpha, liked calling Jack his alpha. It made him feel safe. Made him feel kept.
And if they had a pup, he’d at least have them if Jack ever had enough of him.
Robby sobbed softly as Jack’s knot pushed into him. He felt it as Jack came, felt the rush of warmth inside himself. He clenched tight around his knot, rocking his hips to draw it out. “Rabbit, yes. Yes, yes…”
“Good boy, Mike, taking it so pretty for me.” Jack bent his neck to press their heads together, one hand sliding down to press against Robby’s back, holding him and soothing the ache.
Robby hummed, closing his eyes and hoping no tears had been shed. “Help me lay down.”
It took some doing, some adjusting for both of them. But they managed to lay so Jack was on his left side and pressed against Robby’s back. He stroked Robby’s chest, sliding his hand along warm skin. He eventually drifted down to Robby’s belly, soft but not rounded like Robby wanted.
Robby tried not to squirm and shoved Jack’s hand lower. “I didn’t cum.”
He wasn’t sure he wanted to. He’d gotten what he needed, Jack knotting him and filling him, but he didn’t want Jack touching his stomach. But saying that out loud would make Jack ask why and it would be a thing.
Robby didn’t want to make it a thing.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Jack cooed. His fingertips teased down Robby’s happy trail and found his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze between his pointer and thumb. Robby shuddered, pressing back against Jack. “There it is, that pretty shiver. Love making you feel good. Should’ve let me eat you out all night.”
Robby shook his head, but his heart squeezed. His mate was perfect. The perfect alpha. Jack was everything.
Robby eventually gave in fully and sank into the pleasure until he was cumming around Jack’s knot. He let Jack press his fingers into his mouth, licked them clean for him. Drooled a little.
And then he sighed, long and low, and closed his eyes. Jack would pull out soon, his knot just starting to deflate. He’d have to clean up and then he could crawl back into bed and sleep and dream of having a pup.
“You haven’t eaten dinner,” Jack murmured.
Robby just waved him off. He would rather sleep. “Tired.”
“…I’m cooking you breakfast in the morning.”
“Sounds nice.” Robby tilted his head back to bump it gently against Jack’s. “Thank you for giving me your knot. Round two before breakfast?”
“I don’t know where this is coming from.” Jack squeezed Robby’s hips. “But I’m not complaining.”
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My dream threesome team is me (a dom top butch), my femme (a pillow princess) and a sub top butch that will follow my instructions so we can both gang up on my femme. I want to fuck my femme and be balls deep in her and I want the other butch to suck on her clit at the same time. I want both our hands on her tits pulling and pinching her nipples. I want to have my cock sucked while she rests her head on my thighs and the other butch fucks her from the back. I want to push them away so I can start fucking her because I need to cum and I am always going to do it in her pussy. The butch can fuck her mouth so she can taste herself on their cock. I want to hold my femme against my chest and have her sit between my legs with my cock in her and kiss her neck and her face gently with my fingers constantly working on her tits as we both admire the subby butch greedily eating her out. That is what I need
