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₊˚ 𓂃 ₊ ˚ ✧ kinktober day three: heat/rut and sex toys
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : roommate!abby, modern setting / werewolves au, a/b/o dynamics but honestly i don't go too much into it, roommates/friends to lovers, dubious consent due to heat/rut, truly bordering on porn what plot bc this is Not as plot heavy as i wanted, masturbation, sex toys (dildos) used, finger sucking, fingering, scissoring, female knotting (i bullshitted this part i don't know if i'm Lore Accurate sorry), scenting, dirty talk 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 2,976k
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 : i had an idea MANY moons ago (like 2 months ago) of an alpha!abby au and this was Not it, but it took me back to my teen wolf days and i wanted to write a good ole fashioned heat fic SOOOOO here we go ig??? [ read on ao3 ] (i raced to post this and add a link from ao3 because i was late coming out of this taylor swift think oops)
[ divider credits: 1, 2, 3 ] [ resources for palestine ]
Contrary to popular belief, Abby Anderson does in fact make mistakes. She wasn’t sure why there was this assumption otherwise but she did, and she definitely did the day she - for example - signed a lease with an unmated omega. Especially one as attractive as you.
Sure, she may have been considered the perfect daughter by her dad, but he was no doubt biased. The perfect girlfriend, if only by her exes, and a great friend (even winning Friend of the Week multiple times during her early school years). But that didn’t mean she was the best at making logical decisions all the time.
She convinced herself everything would be fine, there would be no issues caused by both your biologies that could hinder the roommate experience. After all, you’d mentioned you were on heat suppressants and had been for years with no issue, that you’d lived with and around Alpha’s for most of your life and they had barely caused a reaction so the two of you had thought you’d be safe.
Again, she should have realised mistakes were to be made considering how attractive she found you, not just herself but her wolf. Should have known when she caught herself catching hold of your scent that very first meeting, her clit throbbing in response, wolf howling, body drawn to the delicious smell of you.
And now?
Blonde hair sticks to her sweat-laden red face, heavy breaths falling from her lips as she whines. Alpha’s don’t whine, they don’t mewl and cant their hips against a toy desperately and yet that’s exactly the state Abby has worked herself into. All she feels is heat, blood boiling beneath her skin and she can taste the unbridled desire in the droplets that well when her distended fangs prick at the plush skin at the corners of her bottom lip.
She curses herself internally despite her brain, her wolf, telling her she needs to fuck. Even if she was strongwilled, even if you’d not had issues with your medications she still should have known at some point that this could happen. She knows omegas have to go through heat at some point, they can’t suppress it indefinitely but this wasn’t planned which is worse.
When you’d started your heat, panicking and confused as the dazed and needy state very quickly came over you barely a month into the two of you living together, Abby had done everything as quickly as possible to make the apartment safe for you. Making sure you had food and water, enough blankets, making sure the doors were deadbolted so any neighbouring Alpha’s didn’t try anything as well as making sure your scent didn’t leak out of the apartment and garner attention.
It took everything in her not to falter each time she’d come into your room with food and water, checking in on you with the heavy, heady scent of your cum, your slick and desperation hanging in the air. Or when you’d paw at her arm, begging her to touch you, use you, babbling all sorts of dirty things she’d have thought she died and went to heaven had she heard it during any other situation. She’d shake you off each time, staying strong despite the tears brimming in your eyes, desperation in your pleas and the way you’d try to entice her, presenting yourself with need.
Despite her refuting your advances each time, she still looked at the various sex toys you had scattered on the bed you’d nested in like they’d wronged her.
But she’d completely forgotten about her own biological response and only realised when she’d nearly tore the head off of the grocery delivery guy when he merely smiled when she opened the door, her first instinct that his smile was in response to you and your scent when more than likely the guy was just trying to be polite while working.
That and she’d dry-humped the fuck out of the corner of her mattress without shame, which led her to now; the vibrator is loud but the blood rushing, pounding in her ears is louder.
She knew this was likely, going into a rut after she met you but she didn’t think it would be this bad, and worse; She didn’t think she’d have to lock herself in her bedroom to avoid pushing boundaries, especially when she can already scent the tell-tale aroma of your slick in the shared space, leaking past your door and taunting her.
Even when you’re locked away in your room, safe from any Alphas — now including herself — you’re taunting her, teasing her. It’s the scent of you, of your own copious orgasms and slick that brings Abby over the edge once again, her engorged clit pulsating as she cums hard. She’s heaving as she pulls the vibrator away from her clit, smearing her arousal across her fat pussy lips as she does so.
Abby’s head lolls to the side, looking down at the mattress where her hand had gripped it as she’d cum over and over only to find at some point her claws had sprouted and she’d shredded it. Fuck. She doesn’t even know when she made that mess, had it been this past orgasm or one before? Had she been doing it over and over?
Visions of her claws digging into the soft flesh of your hips, her cock so deep inside you she can see it protruding from your womb. Maybe your own claws would rake at the slightly tanned skin of her back? Her mouth waters as she thinks of licking at the salty skin of your throat, marking it up and claiming you once and for all… Would you let her bite you, claim you completely? Her wolf chants ‘Mate, mate, mate, mate!’ at the thought and all she can do to stop from storming into your room and taking you is grab yet another sex toy, this time the silicone cock from her strap and sinking it deep inside her.
The room is filled with her slightly whiny grunts and the loud shlick noises of the toy moving in and out of her, eyes rolling shut as she fucks herself roughly. There’s no need for finesse, to make it sexy — she just needs to cum, to imagine it’s you fucking her and your arousal perfuming the air mixed with hers.
She’s too busy driving it deep inside of herself, back arching slightly from her bed, that she doesn’t hear the click of her door as you push it open, doesn’t hear your needy breaths as you take in the sight. In fact, she doesn’t even realise you’re in the room until she takes a desperate breath, lungs burning, and her eyes flare open — crimson red and pure wolf — at the scent of you in close proximity.
Her hand falls from the toy and drops it to the mattress below, lifting up on her elbows slightly to look at you with slight shock, confusion but mainly, annoyingly, desire. “Get out,” she warns, shaking her head as she feels herself going dizzy on your scent. You’re as naked as the day you were born and she feels wrong for taking in every detail of your body, every curve, swell of your breasts and ass, what slight blemishes mark your body. “F-For your own safety, go!”
You don’t, in fact your pupils blow at the growl of her words and the way you can see her fangs have dropped. You try to bite at your bottom lip to stop from making any embarrassing noises but you still hear yourself making a needy, mewling noise as you move closer towards your roommate.
Abby mutters a soft ‘shit’ to herself when she sees you moving towards her, shaking her head as she sits up and moves to hold you back. Her hands splay at the bare flesh of your chest, closer to your shoulders as she attempts to hold you back, but you nuzzle against her wrist, open mouthed kisses peppering the skin. She pulls it away like she’s been burned.
“Don’t, you don’t know what you’re doin’ okay? Gotta get you back to your room” The alpha is holding onto her restraint desperately but you’re pushing her to her limits. But at the prospect of being kicked out of her room, you clamber to stop her, the thought of being made to leave her and the loss of her scent, her touch causing you pain.
“No, no please— I need you, need it s’bad. Please Abby, touch me o-or let me touch you? I can hear you, smell you… Drivin’ me crazy” Your body brushes against hers slightly, hardened nipples grazing and the sensation makes you breathy, sending another wave of slick to begin dripping out of your cunt and down your thighs.
There it is again, that so un-alpha like look on Abby’s face, she looks as though she’s seconds away from caving but she has to hold strong. This was already going to be awkward afterwards for the rest of your lease but if you were both to give into your hormones and nature? And you regretted it after? She wasn’t sure what she’d do, leave almost definitely if you were uncomfortable around her yeah but she also can’t deny she doesn’t know how she’d go not being around you.
Strange how she feels that way after less than a month of living with you and just over a month of knowing you at all.
“That’s just the heat talking, you’re not thinking clearly.” She tries, trying to keep a steady breathing pattern but feeling wrecked every time she smells your scent, now being inhaled deep in her lungs by your proximity. “You’ll regret coming in here when you—”
“I won’t, I promise I won’t.” You cut in and Abby’s about to cut you off back when you start babbling again, hands desperately moving to her breasts to grope at the small swell of her, thumb and finger rolling her darkened buds. “Wanted you since I met you, didn’t wanna ruin my chances of actually getting a good roommate but I touched myself so many nights thinking about how you’d do it if it was your hand instead.”
Abby feels lightheaded at the information, the thought of you — her beautiful, smart, perfect roommate — wanting her from the start, needing her (needing her now). Her restraint is snapping, slowly and she still tries to do the right thing. Neither of you can fully, coherently consent in these states not when you’re operating on pheromones and animalistic nature.
“You sti— You’re still too deep, can’t say… You can’t say that and know you’ll mean it when your heat’s over” She tries, her hands instinctively falling to your ass without thought.
“I do, I do. I mean it now, jus’like I did when I was begging you this morning, or yesterday or the day before when I was clearer-headed and asked you to help me through it.” Your head dips to her throat, lips trailing against her skin as you scent her, nuzzling your face to press your scent into hers. “Please don’t reject me again,” You beg, your thighs tightening around her, “please Alpha, I need you. I need you to fuck me. Need you, need your knot, need you to take me ‘nd help me through it, please”
And just like that, the alpha’s resolve is gone; Her hand goes to your hair, fingers tangled at the nape of your neck and pulls you up from where you’ve buried your face in her neck so she can devour you in a kiss. Nothing sweet, just need and desire, her tongue lapping at yours like she’s starved.
Your chests brush once more, moans echoing throughout the room as your hands roam around each other's bodies. Every touch feels both desperate and reverent, like you’re both desperate both to catalogue every line of the other's body but too caught up in the haze of pheromones to take the time needed.
Abby twists the two of you so your back hits her mattress and you can’t help but moan and whine, burrowing into the scent of her on the sheets and in the pillows behind your head. It eases the ache that’s been paining you for days slightly. The alpha lifts two of her fingers to your lips and your mouth falls open immediately, the thick digits tapping lightly on the soft pink muscle of your tongue before you suck on them.
“That’s it, good girl. Get them nice and wet” She’s not even sure why she’s getting you do do this, you’ll be wet enough — god, she can smell how wet you are, how your slick is soaking into her sheets and your scent will hold in her room for weeks now — but the feel of your hot mouth wrapped around her fingers sends a feeling low in her stomach, her own pussy growing wetter, her large clit throbbing between her thighs.
When she pulls her fingers from your mouth the sight is obscene, your lips puffy and dark, drool falling past them like you forgot how to function and a string of spit connecting her fingers to your mouth, which makes Abby’s eyes go dark with lust. She looks like she’s pondering something, like she doesn’t know whether or not something is a good idea but she must talk herself out of it because you see her softly shake her head for a second before she moves back down a little bit until her face is eye-level with your slick-soaked pussy.
Your folds are puffy, hole fluttering and aching both from overuse and from not being used the way you need it to be. Abby growls at the scent that grows from there, slick and arousal heady as she inhales deeply. Her hands grip at the flesh of your thighs, her face rubbing against the soft skin and scenting you there as she tries to control herself.
She brings her fingers to your core, still wet from your spit, and pushes the thick digits into you gently. Slowly she begins to move her fingers inside of you, getting you used to the stretch but when she feels a gush of slick pour out of you, soaking her down to her wrist. “Please Abby, don’t tease. I need you” Your pleas break her intense focus on her hand and she looks up at you from between your thighs to find you with tears brimming in the corners of your eyes again.
“You want my cock to fill you up, or my clit? See if I can knot this pretty little pussy?” Abby rises from between your thighs, pulling her fingers from you and sighing with pleasure as she shoves them between her own lips now, lapping at the taste of you.
At the promise of her potentially knotting you, you’re nodding rapidly and clawing at her to pull her back down but Abby shakes her head, grasping your chin once again to force you to look at her straight. “That doesn’t tell me which one, use your words”
“Knot me!” You cry out desperately, hips jutting up needily for any type of relief. “Breed me, fill me up, please please please… I’ll do anything, just say t—”
The first drag of her clit against yours makes you see stars, large and erect against you making you cry out in pleasure and start babbling incoherently. With every grind down you feel it nudge against your hole, dipping in lightly before she moves her hips back up and bumps the large bundle of nerves against your own once more.
It’s like a switch flips and the two of you start moving on instinct, the scent of the room mixing so it just smells like the two of you and the obscene noises of your pussies rubbing together. Abby’s tongue laves at the skin at your throat, mouth marking it up as a half-ditch attempt to claim but it’s not enough. Her fangs itch to press down into your flesh, to bite and claim you fully (the chant of mate still ringing in her ears from her wolf) but it’s too much, too soon.
You’re clawing at her back just like she imagined you too, on the edge of your orgasm as Abby fucks you deeply , repositioning you so her clit — large enough she’s near using it as a cock — fucks into you deeply and covers her groin and inner thighs with the slick that continues to secrete from your holes.
“Fuck” Abby curses, her hands sweaty on your thighs as she continues to pound into you, feeling her knot start to swell and her orgasm building while you mewl, writhing and trying to lift off the mattress as your orgasm hits with a scream. Abby’s not that far behind you, her grunts low in your ear as she finally hits her peak, her knot swelling and locking the two of you together as Abby’s cum floods inside you, deep and hot.
She drops down onto you, tucking herself into you as she catches her breath for a moment but when she finally feels her heart rate somewhat steady she moves carefully so she’s the one laying on her back now and you’re resting on her chest. Her large arms wrap around you, holding your naked body close as if you’re not locked together by her knot, and she can’t resist scent-marking you once she realises you’re doing the same to her.
She knows your heat is far from over, her rut the same but she decides to say fuck it, leaving the conversation of what they’ve done and what it all means for when everything is over. After all, Abby Anderson does make mistakes but she’s pretty sure that this isn’t one of them.
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