Could you do 7 for the prompt with basicallyido407? Your writing is really cool btw!
alpha / beta / omega au
basicallyido407 drabble
7. I didn’t mean to pry but I’ve been serving coffees and pastries all morning and every time I walk past you, I can’t help but notice your gorgeous drawing, how are you that good?
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“Scott, you’ve tripped three times in the last hour because you’ve been staring at that alpha over there. Just go give him your number so you don’t spill anymore of my damn coffees.” Tyler’s words were gruff as Scott tried to wipe the coffee stain out of his apron. He yelped when the bossy alpha snatched the layer off his chest and shoved a new apron into his hands. “Do something about it or stop getting distracted. Now go serve, dipshit.”
Tyler’s irritation wasn’t exactly uncalled for seeing as Scott had wasted four coffees because of his attention span in only the last hour. But seriously, he couldn’t help it. How was he supposed to focus on anything other than the alpha sitting in the booth with a sketch pad and the sweet scent of freshly mowed grass.
He’d already tried locking himself away in the staff bathroom but it was like the scent had attached to his nose and he simply couldn’t escape it. So he gave in, walking past the alpha as many times as he could and revelling in the scent that surrounded him. What was even worse was the fact that the guy was an incredible artist. Every time he passed, Scott took a peak at the page he was working on, taking in the beautiful image of a ballet dancer in pose, or scene of children dancing around in a field of flowers.
They were beautiful pieces of art and Scotty was mesmerised.
He hoped the guy was at least unattractive but when he’d glanced up to Scott when the omega brought him his coffee, the smile on his face basically sent a knife through his heart and he’d managed a stuttery: “Let me… help you if you, uh, want- need it-” before turning and scurrying back to the front in shame.
Tyler had laughed far too loudly and Scott had hidden behind the coffee machines for the following half hour. Except that the alpha was still there, still drawing, and still attractive as all hell.
“Now go serve, dipshit,” Scott snarked back at his coworker, shaking his head in mocking as he pranced past the alpha. He yelped when Tyler smacked him over the head but laughed as he made his way over to the counter. “Hi, how can I he...elp you?” He lifted his head to the person waiting to order, locking eyes with the alpha who’d plagued his thoughts all afternoon. Dark brown eyes glimmered and the small smile he gave Scott had his heart pounding embarrassingly loudly. “Same as before?” he asked, clasping his hands together to stop himself from shaking. At the alpha’s frown, he repeated the guy’s previous order and laughed awkwardly as those brows raised in surprise.
“Yes please. For Marcel,” he said, handing Scott the money and waiting as the omega fumbled with his change. His face went red as their hands grazed and he practically collapsed the second the alpha turned around.
Tyler threw a pen at him when he’d finished serving the other two waiting in line, before he got to work making Marcel’s coffee. “Write your number on it and save me the headache,” he said, rolling his eyes.
Scott glared, but found himself scribbling down the digits anyway, writing Marcel’s name down with a little heart.
He took two minutes psyching himself up before he walked to the window booth, placing the coffee down. “You’re an incredible artist,” he blurt out, the four words having been rehearsed an excessive number of times on the walk to Marcel’s table. When the alpha glanced up at him he scratched the back of his head helplessly. “I couldn’t help but notice your sketches and- and they’re really cool- they’re beautiful, seriously.”
Marcel’s smile was breathtaking. “Thank you, Scott,” he said, voice deep and smooth and absolutely hypnotising. Scotty nodded, feeling his cheeks go up in flames as he turned and hobbled back to the counter.
The remaining hour that Marcel stayed sketching in the cafe, Scott found those dark eyes on him several times, returning a smile to the alpha who watched him with a soft look in his eyes. And when he got home to a text in his phone reading “What kind of food do you like to eat and what night are you free this week?” he danced around his room for about an hour before replying with “Chinese and Wednesday,” before dancing until he fell into his bed and drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.
27. The elevator stopped and I’m out of suppressants. I’m gonna freak out and you’re being really good about this, I’m so sorry I’m doing this to you.
warning: nsfw
a/n; i have no idea how this one actually turned out but here you go! three in one day! haha crim i told you i could do it :D hope you enjoy!
“No, no, no, no…” Scott slammed his hands against the metal, feeling his heart thumping in his ear as the machine gave another big screech of metal scraping against metal. The doors were shut. They were between levels. They were stuck.
He let out a shriek as the lights slammed off, a green glow lighting the tiny space with emergency electricity. Nothing else was lit. The elevator was silent.
“Fuck!” he shouted, curling his hands in fists and smashing them against the doors, leaning his head against the cold metal.
“Hey, calm down.” The voice behind him drew his attention but reluctancy slowed his motions. Deep brown eyes, comforting smile, the subtle scent of freshly mowed grass. Scott felt dread tip in his stomach as his neighbour crossed the tiny box to place a hand on his shoulder. “You gotta relax, dude. Your stress is stinking up this thing. Breathe.”
The pounding of his heart was hard to ignore as that hand remained, squeezing gently to remind Scott where he was. He sucked in a sharp breath and forced it back out. “I don’t do well with small spaces,” he pushed out, ignoring the way his next inhale wheezed. “Oh, fuck.”
“Well, you aren’t alone. We’ll wait this out and I’m sure we’ll be out of here in no time.” He was about as annoyingly optimistic as he was annoyingly attractive and Scott couldn’t help the flare of his nose as he confirmed that the neighbour he’d been spying on for weeks was an alpha.
If he noticed, he didn’t say anything.
“I’m Marcel. You’re Scott, right?” Had Scott not been freaking the fuck out, he would have showed his confusion to how this hot neighbour knew his name, but his mind was occupied with racing thoughts and fears.
He nodded, forcing his gaze down as he took a small step back. “Yeah, I’m alright,” he lied, gritting his teeth beneath the gaze of the alpha. He didn’t want Marcel to realise he was an omega yet but in his current state their was no hiding it for long. The reason he was even in the elevator to begin with was because he was on his way to the chemist to get some fresh suppressants.
His preheat started two days ago and as much as he wanted to spend the next week curled up in bed sleeping and ignoring the pain, he had business to organise. The only way to get his brain even slightly on track was heavy duty suppressants, as well as preventing the whole apartment building from knowing he was horny and alone.
And his stress was only making the transition into his heat faster, his overheated body and racing heart as well as the presence of a compatible alpha; it was his body’s wet dream and Scott had no way out.
“Scott?” He snapped his head up, catching the look of concern in Marcel’s eyes as the alpha took another step closer. “You look like you’re gonna pass out, are you-” Scott knew the exact moment of realisation, noticed the way the alpha’s nostrils flared and his eyes widened as the line of his spine went rigid as steel. “You’re-”
“Yeah,” he sighed, hating how the exhale shook on its way out. Three steps back, he slid down to sit with his back to the corner of the elevator, not meeting Marcel’s eyes from where the man remained frozen. “Out of suppressants too. It came a week early- I’m so sorry you’re stuck in here with me.”
Marcel turned, striding to the opposite side of the box and not looking at Scott as the omega hugged his knees to his chest. “Ain’t your fault,” his neighbour forced out, voice thick with restraint. “We’ll… We’ll be out of here soon.”
They lapsed into a silence thick with stress, hunger and tension. It lingered in the air as Scott counted his breaths and Marcel gripped the hand bars but the omega knew it could only last so long. A sharp huff drew his attention as he wiped at the sweat on his forehead.
Marcel cast him a glance and their gazes met like a clash of lightning. “God, you shouldn’t smell like that,” he groaned and Scott didn’t miss the scent of arousal that wafted in the room. He couldn’t stop the little whimper from bubbling in his throat and like animal instinct, Marcel responded with a dangerous growl. The twitch of his lip. The flash of bared teeth. Scott noticed the alpha’s claws as they dug into the metal and he squirmed, biting into his bottom lip.
“Sorry,” he choked out. He could feel the wet heat beneath him, making him hotter, making him hornier. He was hard between his legs and it was torture not to slip a hand into his pants and relieve himself, even just slightly. A soft whine escaped his throat as he slammed the back of his head into the metal behind him, mouth agape as he dropped his hand to the arousal between his thighs. He couldn’t stop himself. “Fuck,” he whimpered.
“Scott, you’re gonna trigger my rut.” The words were forced out between bare teeth, the alpha gripping the metal bar to try and hold himself there. “Fuck, I wanna- I wanna have you.” He threw his attention over his shoulders, eyes sharp and pupils dilated. His chest heaved, face flushed pink with heat and fever. Scott could taste his arousal, could taste the addictive scent of an alpha’s need.
He couldn’t stop his knees from spreading, rubbing himself and throwing wave after wave of pleasure up his spine. “Fu-uck-” he moaned, running his tongue along his teeth. He arched his hips up into his touch and flicked his attention up to the screech of tearing metal, five long claw marks embedded in the wall where Marcel pressed himself.
“I don’t wanna take advantage of you,” he growled and Scott gasped as he slipped his hand into his pants. His eyes rolled back, hand burning around his arousal. “But I want you really bad.”
Scott heard him fall to the floor, heard the sound of him ripping through the carpet. If he wasn’t so drowsy from the lust, he would swoon at how much Marcel tried to stop himself; at how much Marcel didn’t want to hurt him or take advantage of him.
But with the heat coursing through his veins, he couldn’t help the loud whimper, catching Marcel’s eyes and tipping his head up to present his throat. “Please,” he breathed, tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth. “Please, fuck me.”
Marcel was on him in seconds. Large hands still showing claws grasped his ankles, yanking him hard and fast so he was laying flat on the floor of the elevator. The alpha didn’t hesitate to manhandle his legs apart, pushing Scott’s hands away so he could kneel between the omega’s legs. “I’m gonna,” he murmured, the look in his eyes as he admired Scott’s flushed, panting body doing wonders to the heat of his entrance.
Nimble fingers yanked his pants, slipping them down his thighs and dragging them all the way off his ankles. Scott squirmed for a second before he tugged his shirt off, then reached for Marcel who was shoving his own pants down his thighs. As soon as he was naked, the alpha was dropping his head to Scott’s thighs, pushing one up to spread his legs further and reveal the pool of slick collecting on the elevator floor.
Scott gasped as Marcel nosed against his upper thigh, tasting the skin with a low hum as he inhaled the direct scent of Scott’s need. He whimpered as kisses trailed along the sensitive flesh, his own claws tearing through the carpet as Marcel stretched his thigh up further.
“Can I taste you?” he asked, voice rough with need and Scott couldn’t help the buck of his hips.
He threw his head back. “Please, please, please.” Then Marcel was pushing his leg over and rolling him onto his front.
“On your knees.” Simple command. Scott obeyed. “Good boy,” was pressed to his buttcheek with a bite and Scott dropped his forehead to the carpet as calloused fingers spread him apart.
He heard the deep inhale and arched his back at the possessive growl that rolled against his flesh. All he got as warning was the brush of his cheek against Scott’s ass before a hot, wet tongue was sliding through the slick that covered Scotty’s entrance.
Immediately, the omega keened, pushing back against the hand that held him by the back of the thigh. A moment hovered, before Marcel was pressing in and rolling his tongue over Scott’s entrance. Sound after sound slipped from the omega, his thighs shaking from the tension as the alpha pulled him open with only his tongue. He rocked back against the touch, gasping and panting as his slick was lapped up by the alpha in rut. The heat spun his head and he couldn’t stop the loud whine when the wet muscle pushed past the ring of muscles.
“F- Fuck!” he cried. He opened up beneath the alpha’s mouth, moaning as that tongue pressed into him. It wasn’t a deep touch but the feeling sent Scott to Cloud 9 as he was drowned in a ground-shaking pleasure. “Marcel, I- I need more-” he gasped, baring his teeth against the carpet as the alpha continued to massage his entrance. “Please- Please, I need-”
Faster than he could register, that mouth withdrew and Marcel’s thumb pressed into him instead. Thicker and that slight bit deeper, Scott’s head hit the ground hard and his lips parted with a soundless cry.
The thumb pulled out. Two fingers drove in.
Slick dripped down Scott’s thighs, his face plastered to the carpet as his body jerked back. He couldn’t focus on anything but the feelings twisting and tangling in his gut, driving him wild. Those two fingers didn’t stop moving as he whimpered and mewled, driving in and out, curling, spreading, twisting. His entrance was abused with the friction, his walls feeling swollen around Marcel’s digits. Scott could feel his body winding up like an elastic band and he didn’t know how long he had left before he snapped.
Fortunately, it seemed the alpha understood. He whined helplessly when Marcel left him empty, arms shaking as he pushed himself up and swung his head back to his neighbour. “On your back,” the alpha murmured, rubbing his thigh comfortingly before settling himself between the omega’s thighs.
There was a moment of silence where the alpha just watched Scott, eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips to his flushed cheeks and mused hair. Scotty couldn’t describe the way the world spun beneath them when the alpha kissed him. He kissed him deeply, tongue diving in to allow Scott a taste of his own slick, before inviting the omega’s tongue back to suck gently on.
Without breaking the kiss, Marcel nudged his tip against the omega’s slick entrance. A soft hmph sounded between their mouths as Scott arched in preparation, before Marcel was sinking his weight forward and pressing his arousal into the omega beneath him.
Scotty couldn’t keep the kiss, throwing his head back and digging his claws into Marcel’s arm as the alpha filled him out. His mouth opened with a loud moan, back arching off the floor and hips pressing up into Marcel. He didn’t think he had the energy to even open his eyes again.
Marcel’s mouth trailed down his exposed throat as he eased back, teeth biting into the meat of his shoulder as he thrust himself back in.
“Alpha-” The call of his tilted sparked something in Marcel and the deep growl that sounded from his throat lit Scott’s entire body on fire as the alpha pushed his legs apart. He held him in place, braced himself against the carpet and fucked the omega, the copious amounts of slick making the task smoother.
It didn’t reduce the pleasure at all though, Marcel growling and groaning as he thrust his hips against the undersides of Scott’s thighs. The omega couldn’t stop the string of unintelligible sounds from dripping from his mouth, curses, slurred cries of “Marcel” and “Alpha”, moans and whines and gasps. He couldn’t stop; Marcel feeling each sound erupt from the pale throat beneath his teeth as the alpha left mark after mark across his skin.
With the lasting energy in Scott’s body, he linked his leg up over the alpha’s hip, lifting an exhaustingly heavy hand up to grasp his hair. With a whimper, he dragged Marcel down and crushed their mouths together in a bruising kiss, swirling with the lust of a combined heat and rut.
“Alpha,” he moaned, pressing the word into Marcel’s mouth along with his tongue. He never wanted to forget what his neighbour tasted like, what he felt like inside him, how he fucked him, how he sounded while he did so. There was nothing about that moment that Scott ever wanted to forget as Marcel fucked him up and into his climax.
It rolled through him like a tsunami, crashed over him like a wave of glass. His whole body seized up, ankle dragging Marcel as deep into him as he could go as his back arched off the itching carpet. His mouth remained agape but his voice was too ruined to make a sound as Marcel rested his face against the omega’s neck.
The clench of the thin body around the alpha was enough to drag him down into his orgasm also, rocking his hips to ride the two of them through their climaxes before he collapsed against the blonde.
Scott was sure he’d have fallen asleep beneath the alpha had Marcel not let out a strained groan and pushed up off him. He peeled his eyes open, meeting Marcel’s gaze and released his deep breath. “Fuck,” he mumbled, feeling the heat lingering in his system. The fluid on his stomach was already getting sticky but from the way his skin burned and itched, he knew he was far from done with being fucked.
Marcel pulled out of him and Scott shuddered as a mix of the alpha’s fluid and his own slick dripped out of his abused entrance. Yet he didn’t miss how Marcel was already getting hard again and he knew his body was more reactive than ever to the fresh scent of hunger that wafted off Marcel’s skin.
“Fuck,” he repeated, head falling back against the carpet. Marcel laughed, voice hoarse as he rubbed Scott’s thigh.
“I think someone’s coming,” the alpha murmured, reaching for his shirt to wipe up the mess they’d made.
Scott lifted his head. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna leave as soon as we’re out of here,” he slurred, words unfiltered in the tangle of his mind. “No toy will fuck me like you just did.”
Marcel laughed again, loud and unashamed as he helped the weakened omega sit up. “Unless you plan on leaving me in the hall, I don’t plan on leaving your side,” he assured, passing Scott his shirt to slip on. “Plus,” he started, pinning Scott to the wall as soon as the omega was on his feet, “the thought of you riding me is torturous and I don’t think I’ll be able to go home without knowing what that’s really like.
Scott blushed, but caught the sound of people at the floor above. A shout was heard and Marcel grinned, pressing a chaste kiss to the omega’s lips before he turned to fetch his pants and pull them back on.
It was an agonising ten minutes before the firemen could get the elevator open, the first woman they saw pulling a face as the scent of the elevator hit her. Neither man said anything and she didn’t mention it other than a dirty look, and the second they were free, Scott was dragging Marcel back to his apartment and yanking him inside.
He thought about sending his other neighbours a note of apology as Marcel crawling atop him on his bed but didn’t get past the first few words in his head before he was occupied with the mouth on his arousal and the fingers spreading wide inside him.
