Spencer X male reader Omega Verseochapter 1 (Sorta smut don't have to read the first part)
This work his: Incest, age gap, no actually sex, omega reader, rut, nesting, belly press, dead dove, Read is a teen, pining (nothing too crazy by my standards?) 1st part>link (not necessary)
Spencer is taking his rut in stride, he decided for you to switch rooms so you would stay cozy in your nest.
He is regretting not taking the nest for himself now, clearly you made it for him.
But your room smells like you now and it should be enough to help for the next three days.
Spencer has the ability to restrain himself despite the heat over taking his body, he should take his insomnia medication he thinks while humping his groin in your fluffy lilac sheets.
Face plated in your pillow he can tell exactly where your scent gland would be as you slept.***
He wakes up with his skin burning and thrown of from his daily routine as his ruts usually do, but it's a must so he endures, there's to much sun pouring out from the closed blinds.
Trying to get his body up from the bed is a hard task but he manages, and is rewarded in finding water on his night stand and fruits.
He feels his heart warm up at the gesture and at the same time sink a little bit with guilt, it's been less than a year since your parent's death and your consequential cohabitation.
He assumed he would be the one taking care of you but things have ended up being unintentionally reprocyclical.
Weather this was driven by your opposing subgenres being one fit for cohabitation, the long existing bond and comfort found in familial ties or the romantic nature of the bond in question it didn't matter.
Spencer has not felt so much joy in long, losing his mother's mind to age and illness and yours to death...
Those thoughts were ones the alpha in rut didn't have bandwidth to address so he eat his food want took sleeping pills at his bed side.***
You finally had time to build a nest after a long day at school you would leave the nest in his room that he so conveniently avoided alone, you were a costume to making many as you had a few smaller ones laying around the home.
You had been given lots of nesting material after your parent's death, it started to make you feel pathetic.
But they did come in handy because nothing was quiet like it in this world, the safety of it made you feel as if nothing ever mattered in the world except this ward bundle of sheets.
And what better than to share this feeling with your alpha, you thoughts to yourself as you made the arrangement around the bed.
You look proudly at the setup of your nest and your alpha filling up the space in the middle, shyly you climb the mound and Spencer immediately gravitates toward you.
You let him pull you into his embrace and get invaded by the delicious smell of him making your body hot and feverish.
You try not to move your body as your head settles on his chest closing your legs and rubbing them together, he has somehow managed get your bodies so impossibly close while being so comfortable or that's just what your mind is telling you it's hard to tell as he starts scenting your head.
Rubbing his mature neck scent gland over you, opening your mouth to breathe more of the alpha in your eyes get glossy and head cloudy and alow yourself to slip into omega space.
You feel yourself twitching and growing in your underwear, your catching so much of his temperature.
It's typical for omegas to struggle with mating a reasonable body temperature but you where still a pup having yet to have your heat, so Spencer's instinct to regulate your temperature as unnecessary and too much.
Especially because he was burning up from his first day of rut and making you melt, to make the matter worse he shifted his body on top of yours settling there.
"S-spencer," you tried to reprimand under the pressure of him, than you felt it the pressing of his groin against your lower stomach making you let out a quiet moan.
He kept on pushing his groin down on your stomach making you feel the size of him as he went onto lay his weight on you.
As you let yourself be used for his pleasure you know that once he gets cleared from his sleep and rut driven instincts he will try to reject you.
Your heart tightening and scent souring at the thought drives the alpha to stagger his movement and bring a loud moan out as he comes down to scent you.
Heat coils into your stomach and he presses himself into your lower stomach your body spasms from it and tears fall for your eyes,"Spence..." you breathe out his name and with it your canine teeth grow you open your eyes wide in the dark of the form.
Everything inside you screaming for the bite he's yours for the claiming do it do it do it.
Your slick up and the slick soaks your underwear he must smell it because of his movements stager.
He's right on you, you could bite him while he's under the haze and he would be none the wiser; he would be your's like you've always wanted.
The way things look it wouldn't even be your fault, not in Spencer's eyes at least.
He would be so apologetic for the incident you think while trying to sniff his scent gland you reach for his hips....So distraught... so... broken.
You push him of your body and run out of the bedroom while slamming the door in your rush.***
You sat on your bathroom floor head on the wooden drawer looking at the purple tile, you've been sitting there for a while.
You reach down into your underwear to pull out a lic coated hand, closing your eyes thinking back to the was you felt him hard and full pressing down on your lower belly you rub your slick field hand onto the same area and moan with a yelp.
