Kinktober Day 6-A/B/O
Okay so I have been doing Kinktober on my KoFi HERE but I really liked how this one came out, so I'm posting it here. It's not actually a part of the A/B/O universe I'm writing, but rather an aside to it. Just a little oneshot in the same base universe.
Anyways, MDNI because this fic deals with mature subjects.
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TW: A/B/O dynamics (alpha beta omega), smut, chair sex, office sex. heats and ruts
Wordcount 3.9k
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Kinktober Day 6-A/B/O
König was always a strange sort of alpha. He was at the top of the pack, an alpha A, so it made no sense that he trembled in the corners of the room whenever you entered. He was a colonel, for fuck’s sakes! Why on earth did he shy away whenever you, a measly little omega O, came up to him and asked him if he had his morning coffee already?
You ruminated over the question all day every day. Why was your commanding officer, the hottest and most viable bachelor on base, also afraid of any and all attention? You tried to make sense of it, but nothing came to fruition. So, without a clear answer, you turned towards more underhanded methods of finding out.
“So how long was he with the Austrian military?” you asked your friend nonchalantly.
Horangi mulled over the question briefly before shrugging, “Long enough to get to the rank of colonel, that’s all I can really say.”
“Is it classified, or…”
“I just don't know,” Horangi admitted.
Drat. You’d have to try again.
“So, you said he’s always been a bit shy?” you passed Askel his morning coffee, saving König’s for last (as always, you liked to end the round end on the sweetest note).
“Well, I’ve never known him to be different,” Askel shrugged.
“Not even on duty?” you asked.
“Oh on duty he’s an animal,” Askel shuddered, “I’ve seen him rip out a man’s throat with his teeth. Fucking insane.”
You shuddered at the thought, if a bit turned on. You’d need to unpack that later. Someday. Not today.
When you gave König his coffee, he looked as docile as a lamb. The thought of his marking fangs sinking into your neck haunted you the rest of the day.
You woke up to your heat consuming you. Of course your heat would be on a day you had a meeting, of course it would be extremely important, and of course it was with König. If you could roll your eyes harder they’d be on the floor. Or at least, if you weren’t consumed by voracious need.
You were drenched in sweat as you scrabbled for your heat suppressants. Within half an hour of shoving them in your mouth, you had finally calmed yourself enough to be able to relax. With a sigh, you put yourself together and headed out the door.
You went through your day casually, others bemoaning the lack of coffee in the morning in your absence. You laughed them off, explained that your heat made you late, and most of them shared a short laugh with you. The only one to have a curious response was König.
“Ah, you came!” his little cheer significantly brightened your day.
“You missed your coffee?” you smirked.
König shook his head, “Nein, I just like seeing your smile every morning.”
Your ears turned red as you turned your head to hide your face, “Well, it’s always great seeing you too König.”
“You will come for the meeting today, ja?” bless his sweet Austrian accent, it made everything he said both hotter and sweeter.
“I mean, yeah,” you shrugged, “it’s in boardroom C, right?”
“Well... Ach,” König faltered momentarily, “I heard that the director is on sick leave, so you only have to present to me today. I was, ah…” he scratched the back of his head, “wondering if maybe you’d be fine if we moved it to my office?”
“No, but it’s far from my office,” König’s eyes glanced down to the ground.
You raised an eyebrow but you simply replied, “Is the boardroom busy?”
“If it makes it easier than sure,” you agreed, “where’s your office?”
“I can pick you up from your office,” he offered quickly.
“Oh if you can show the way that’ll be great,” you grinned.
He nodded firmly, and with that you were on your way.
When you got to your desk, you couldn’t help but look forward to the meeting with König. It wasn’t often you got time with the big man, so any interaction you had with him was more than welcome. You tapped away at your keyboard, dragged and dropped appropriate files and deleted extraneous ones as KorTac asked. You acted the perfect part of the pencil pusher, and you were perfectly content with your position as a cog in the machine. Once, you might have raged against your position, but these days you’d found some comfort in the monotony.
Time passed by quickly, all things considered. Sure you’d spent far too much time playing games on your phone, and you certainly didn’t need to use the washroom for that long, but other than that it was a nice, easy day to relax.
You crawled from your cubical to the cafeteria, wondering if maybe they’d finally be serving that pasta salad again. It wasn’t often that they served it, but when they did it might as well have been your birthday.
You passed by the daily menu, a skip in your step when you saw your beloved salad in pink chalk writing.
After you’d filled your plate and taken a seat, you pulled out your bag to look for the next does of heat suppressants. You dug your hand in, but when it came out your palms were empty. You frowned and looked around again, this time taking objects out of your bag as panic rose in your chest. Your notebook flopped on the table, followed by your phone and your wallet, then your keys, and then that pack of gum you thought you lost, and then you were shaking your bag upside down frantically in search of the pills. Around you, people were starting to stare, but in your frantic state of mind you figured that they were all looking at a young omega O in heat, ripe for the taking.
You scrambled to put your things back in place and hurry out of the luncheon, only to run face-first into the very last person you wanted to see.
“Ah! Just the person I was looking for!”
If only you could reach his neck to strangle him.
“Oh hey König! Just coming in for lunch?” you forced your lips into a wide smile.
“Nein,” König leaned against the doorframe, effectively blocking you in, “I just wanted to get some coffee before out meeting. You’re still okay with it being in my office?”
Had König always smelt so good?
You shivered. You needed to get out of here, and fast.
“Well, I’m actually not feeling so well,” you tried to say lightly, “so is there any way we can maybe push this back a day?”
“Well, the mission starts tomorrow,” König tilted his head as his brows knit together, “how about we do it now and get it over with quickly?”
You paled as König turned his back and motioned for you to follow. Ever the submissive omega, you were quick to follow him down the halls.
“Do I actually have to be here?” you asked nervously, “I mean, you’re the one making the decisions, right? You’re pretty big around here.”
“It’s just protocol,” König explained as he held the door open for you, “why don’t you take a seat and I’ll get right into it.”
“Um, König…” you trailed off as the scent of him slammed into you.
“I assure you we’ll be quick,” König assured you as he swung into his chair, “you can use-” König froze. You watched as his mask fluttered with a few quick sniffs. He slowly turned to look at you, his eyes darting over your form before finally making eye contact.
“Ah.”
“I’m so sorry,” you hissed, “but sir if I could please get home I can-”
“No.”
You frowned, “Why not?”
“You’d be putting yourself at risk,” König said quickly, “think about where we work.”
“What do you mean?” you cringed into your seat when König took a deep breath.
“KorTac is a private military company,” König explained with strained patience, “we don’t hire many good people here. Maybe you’re safe in the offices, but the soldiers aren’t hired based on morality, ja?”
Your eyes widened as you realized what he was trying to say.
“Then what the hell am I supposed to do?” you asked.
König drummed his fingers on the table. His eyes flicked around the room as he tried to think of an idea, but just when you gave up on an answer he finally gave a curt nod.
“You’ll stay in my office for the day,” he concluded.
You raised an eyebrow at the suggestion.
“Do you need anything from your desk? I can grab it for you,” König offered.
You offered up a few things that you figured you might need, and König was off in an instant.
With nothing to occupy your hands, you leaned back in your chair and looked around König’s office. It was a small room for such a big man, and particularly for such a high ranking soldier. You could see a display of various medals hung proudly on the wall, all brightly coloured and shining bright under the glass. His desk was covered in various sticky notes for different tasks all written in blue ink. In the window frame there was a dated picture of a family, presumably König’s. There were notably few traces of his personal life, now that you noticed it. He was clearly extremely proud of his career, but his actual personal life was absent save for the single picture of his family.
He could hide his life, but he couldn’t hide his scent. In the haze of your oncoming heat, his scent provided a safety blanket to swaddle yourself in. Now that you were alone, you could truly let yourself go in it. The rich scent soothed your mind, albeit only just barely. What you really needed was more.
As your heat took over, your rational mind slipped away. As such, you didn’t really fight the urge to grab König’s jacket before wrapping it around you. Now you were feeling a bit better. You had a dominant scent to surround you now, soothing your frazzled nerves. Your nose was enveloped by the musky scent of an alpha, serving as a barrier between you and the rest of the world.
The best part, other than the scent, was the sheer warmth that radiated from the jacket. One wouldn’t think an army jacket would be so warm, but for such a high ranking commander he was granted certain luxuries. The light fleece lining wasn’t much, but it was the perfect buffer between you and the cold of the office.
You nuzzled into the large jacket, dwarfing your form in every which way. It draped over your form like a great tent, holding you safe from the elements. How strange that a cheap military-issue jacked was such a treasured vestment in your hands. The outer fabric scratched at you and crinkled with your movements, the inner fleece was cheap and flimsy, and yet it was nothing short of sacred to you. You could die right here and your life would be complete.
As you nuzzled into the jacket, you heard the door behind you creak open.
You turned to face the intruder, finding only König barely managing to hold all your belongings in his large arms.
“Oh you didn’t have to-”
“It’s fine,” his voice was tight as he delicately (messily) put your belongings on the cleanest part of his desk.
You looked down at the jacket, now rags in your hands compared to the alpha before you.
“You can keep that on,” König sat down in his chair, pointedly looking at his screen, “I know omegas like those sorts of things.”
You nodded. You couldn’t even bother to attempt to think about working. All you wanted now was the alpha in front of you.
König noticed you wriggling in your chair from the corner of his eye.
“Are you okay?” he asked gingerly.
“Yep,” your answer was far too clipped to be okay.
“Is the heat coming on?” he asked, his breathing notably shallow.
You hesitated, then nodded shamefully.
König hissed as he looked at the door, then turned to face you again, “Would it help to be close to me?”
You nodded desperately.
He swiveled his chair to the side and spread his legs, “Come on,” he patted his thighs for you.
You didn’t need to be told twice. In an instant, you were curled into his lap and snuggling into his chest. You barely heard his soft groan as you snuggled into him, finally at ease with the world now that you were surrounded by him, caged between the alpha and his desk as he worked.
You settled in his lap with a sigh. He was so wonderfully warm. His jacket was nothing compared to his broad chest and soft tummy. He was glorious in how he radiated just the perfect amount of heat. From here, you could feel his breaths as they fanned out under his mask, could feel the soft fabric fluttering over you as he huffed and puffed. You smiled to yourself when you heard him grumble about some new contracts König had to sign off, bitterly muttering about a waning budget and a particularly wealthy CEO. You didn’t pay much attention, simply comfortably relaxed in König’s arms.
As you nestled into his side, you could feel him tentatively shifting and adjusting around you. He moved you ever so slightly, jostling you from a deep sleep. You were about to snap at him when you felt the lump in his lap.
“I’m so sorry,” König hissed as he hurriedly tried to adjust himself out of the way.
“Don’t be,” you were surprised by your own command.
König, not a man who was keen on being ordered around like a common foot soldier, bristled at your tone. You hurriedly ran a hand along his chest and let out a soft trill to calm him, a little trick omegas could use when needed. You hated to do it, but you weren’t really you at that moment.
“I’m the one who should be sorry,” you tried at assure him, “I’m the one that forgot my pills at home.”
König shuffled awkwardly (you fell further in his lap but made no comment), “I like this, though.”
That threw you for a loop.
“What do you mean?” you asked.
“I sometimes liked to think about this happening,” König admitted, “I wondered what it would be like to be your alpha while you’re in heat. I liked thinking about helping you through it.”
You were floored by how forward he was. No alpha ever dared to be so open with an omega, most certainly not one like you. You barely even knew König, and here he was telling you that he wanted to help you through your heat. Your mind boggled at his audacity.
You looked down at your hands and flushed, “I thought about you being my alpha before too.”
You heard a sharp inhale above.
“König?” you asked carefully.
“Ja?”
“You okay?”
König nodded slowly, “Better than okay.”
You relaxed in his arms, “I always wanted you as an alpha.”
König finally ducked his head to look down at you, his eyes lidded and soft, “Then what’s stopping you?”
You snorted, “Aren’t we at the office?”
“Do you really care?” König drawled.
You didn’t.
You tentatively reached up to his hood and tugged on it to bring you closer, guiding him closer and closer before lifting up the fabric to reveal a thin mouth with a large scar dragging from the corner of his mouth. You couldn’t care less, only pressing a kiss against his lips, soft as down but rich with wanting. König was more than happy to reply in turn, bringing you to him and adjusting you so that you straddled his lap. You let him guide you over him, letting you unbutton his military shirt and grind against the hardening bulge in his lap.
You kissed in a fervor, over and over as you both undressed each other until you were finally able to embrace properly.
König kissed the scent glands on your neck and said, “I’m sorry, but I’m a big man, even for an alpha. I’ll do my best, but-”
“I don’t care,” you kissed him again and again, “I don’t care.”
He groaned and dropped a hand to your crotch, letting you grind against his hands as they pressed against your entrance. Even now his hands were big, almost all-consuming as he gathered your slick and split you open on his fingers. You cried out as he pushed in, but he was dauntless in his efforts. He was more than glad to keep going, pushing you as you whined and pushed down to bring him further in. You were desperate for more, and he was more than glad to give, pushing in an additional finger to help shape you for his cock.
His other hand grazed over your chest, gently thumbing your nipple as he stretched you open. You whined at the new touch. He was more than happy to shape his hand to your chest and tweak on your nipples, gently rubbing and pinching them to further excite you. You pushed your chest out for him, and he gladly dipped his head down to suck on you. Pleasure shot down to your core, guiding you through the haze of passion. His tongue came out, licking and lapping at you as though you were his last meal. He cherished you, held you, sucked on your buds as he pushed you further and further into oblivion.
“König, please,” you gasped, scrabbling at his waist with limp hands.
König groaned and pulled himself from his boxers with a few tugs. He lined you up on his tip and pressed another kiss to you.
“You’re perfect,” was all you heard before you felt the stretch of him entering you.
He was enormous inside you. Just his head took a minute for you to adjust to him, and that was only the start of him. Even as he pushed you down, you felt like you were slowly coming apart at the seams. He was a massive being in every way.
You slunk lower, lower and lower down onto his length before your hips finally met. König licked at the crook of your neck reverently as you adjusted to him within you.
It took longer than expected, but soon you were rocking your hips against him for more.
König chuckled, but was more than happy to start thrusting within you.
You grabbed onto him, unsheathing your claws and digging into his skin. You curled into him as he pushed into you steadily, thrusting at a slow, steady pace as he prepared you for himself. You cried out at him, but you were unable to do much more than beg and plead as he worked you along.
His hips picked up. Now you could feel the mounting pleasure within you. It was a coil tightening within you, winding you round and round as he pushed up into you. His cock was heavy within you as he moved, dragging along your insides before slamming back in with a grunt. He was huge, impossible to stop. You wouldn’t dare try to stop him, anyways.
You bent over him and relished in his touch. He held you close, burrowing his face into the scent glands on your neck and drawing in as much as he could. You let his scent wash over you, claim you fully and completely. You were his now, his omega. You were more than happy to let him take you as his, now and forever. You never wanted to be apart again. How could you? You were finally whole, and he was the piece you’d been searching for your entire life.
You folded over König as he fucked you relentlessly. His groans and the creaking of the chair sang through the air, accompanied only by your soft pants and moans when he fucked you harder than before. When you tried to cover your mouth, he pulled your hand away with a laugh.
“Let them all know you belong to me,” König panted, “I don’t want anyone else to touch you.”
He held you far too tightly for your poor body, and soon you were bruising under his titanic grip. He fucked you like an animal, like a monster, like a stranger like a lover. He held you as though he’d never felt another’s touch before in his life.
He grunted like a beast as he fucked you. He was like a starving thing, deprived of his one true calling all his life up until this point. He was created by death to make love like no other. He was a beautiful, wonderful thing.
You held onto him to the ebay of your abilities, but you could feel yourself unraveling at the edges. Your stitches unwove from the fabric, your insides spilled over the spear of his cock. He knew violence where you knew softness, and he taught you his savage ways with each thrust.
You threw your head back as he brought you to the edge. You were closer than ever, unable to think of anything but the sounds of your bodies meeting and your voices calling out for each other. You needed him, needed his body, needed his cock, needed him-
You came over him as he gave you one final thrust. His knot ballooned inside you, filling you to the brim as he flooded your womb with his spend. You could feel him filling you, further and further until you cried because it was too much. He was too big, he came too much, it was all too much but he knew, he knew and he loved you for it. He kissed all over you, praising you for taking him so well. You only sniveled as he tenderly pulled you back together. He pushed your stuffing in place, sewed you back up with each press of a kiss against your miraculously unbroken neck gland. You could hardly believe he hadn’t marked you by now, but König was too good a man to claim you without consent.
“Just relax,” you heard him whisper into your ear, “you need to relax for my knot.”
You nodded and settled yourself in his lap, letting yourself slump with the weight of your orgasm. He rubbed your back, soothing you as you came down from your high. König pressed little kisses against your forehead and cheeks, over and over as you relaxed onto him. You shivered, only now feeling how cold the office was.
“One sec,” König grumbled, twisting ever so carefully to grab the jacket and drape it over your shoulders, “there. Better?”
You nodded sleepily.
“Good omega,” König muttered as he leaned back into his chair, his knot tugging slightly with him, “take it all, nice and easy.”
You fell asleep with his knot still swelled inside you, the fervor of your heat sated, if only just for a few hours.
“We’ll talk more when you wake up,” König promised.
You mumbled an agreement and let yourself relax.
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