Hiii, will you write a prequel about Rage-induced rut where omega!reader gets in heat?👀
Alpha!Regina George x omega!reader
CW: omegaverse, reader is in heat, nipple play, cunnilingus, PIV, no condom used but reader is on birth control, light degradation, choking, rough sex, Regina is kind of mean but then gets really soft, edging (?), reader cries at some point, breeding, talks of pregnancy, Regina at one point says that being bred is ‘what omegas are made for’
A/N: okay so this one i think is really good but it’s kind of all over the fucking place when it comes to how it’s written. i wanted to try writing it as if it were currently happening rather than as if it had happened previously like in my other fics if that makes any sense, but there are definitely points where i forgot i was doing that and fucked it up. somebody please let me know if you prefer it written present or past tense bc i can’t make up my mind. hopefully i’m wording that right idk i actually dropped out of high school fun fact soooo…
Being the suave and confident alpha that she is, Regina George isn’t one to let her emotions show on her face. Emotions, aside from anger, jealousy, and horniness, are an omega’s territory, and that’s one territory she’s more than happy not to claim for herself.
But today, as her silver Lexus haphazardly screeches to a stop by the curb in front of your house, Regina is filled with anxiety.
You hadn’t shown up to school today, which was already cause for concern for your girlfriend, considering your near perfect attendance record; and her worries were only exacerbated when you didn’t text, call, or even DM her to let her know you were okay.
Anxiety isn’t something Regina usually struggles with, she’s very confident in herself and everything going on around her, but today, she just couldn’t keep her mind from wandering to the worst case scenario. What if you were sick or hurt and were too weak to get to the phone and call for help? What if some crazed lunatic had broken into your house, tossed you into the back of their van, and taken you God knows where? Or, perhaps the worst scenario of them all, what if there had been some freak accident or underlying medical condition or something else equally absurd and you were dead?
Even though she was fully aware that her theories were a little dramatic, Regina found herself leaving school early to perform a welfare check, anyway. You weren’t answering your phone and it’s not like she could call your parents, (they were both at work, and admittedly not the biggest fans of her) so what other choice did she really have?
And now, as she stands outside your front door, she finds herself hoping that she’s wrong for once in her life, and that you just decided to play truant for the day. But you skipping school for fun seemed even less likely than the possibility of you having actually been kidnapped, and that’s what makes Regina so worried.
With a shaky hand, the blonde rings the doorbell, hearing for herself just how loudly it echoes throughout the whole house. She waits a minute, and when you don’t open the door, she rings the bell for a second time. Again, nothing.
Regina’s stomach churns with a sickening feeling of anxiety as she jams her finger into the doorbell multiple times in a row, nearly breaking her nail in the process. When you don’t answer again, she loses her patience.
“Fuck this shit,” the alpha grumbles under her breath, rifling through her purse until she finds a bobby pin. She flattens the bobby pin out into one straight piece before squatting down so she can look into the keyhole as she uses the hair accessory as a makeshift lock pick – something she’d learned from her ex best friend Janis back in middle school.
After some finagling, the lock clicks open and allows Regina to open the door.
“Fucking finally,” she whispers, hoping nobody in the neighborhood had witnessed her breaking and entering. She snatches the bobby pin out of the keyhole and shoves it into her purse carelessly before hurrying up the stairs as fast as a woman can in a pair of heels.
“Y/N?” She calls out nervously as she walks down the hallway towards your bedroom. “Are you okay? Do you need medical attention?”
A tiny sliver of hope fills her chest as she sees that your bedroom light is on, but that hope is quickly replaced by dread when she hears the sounds of you groaning and whimpering and whining on the other side of your door.
A rush of adrenaline hits Regina like a ton of bricks as the instinct to protect her omega kicks in, and without further thought, she throws your door open.
The first thing that hits her is the smell. It’s rich, dizzying, intoxicating, and thick – so thick that she feels like she could choke on it. It’s as if she were breathing through a thick piece of gauze that had been absolutely drenched in the divinity of this smell, and she couldn’t get enough of it.
The next thing that hits her is an arousal so strong it nearly knocks her off her feet. She could practically feel all the blood in her body rushing downward, filling her cock and bringing it to life quicker than anything ever had before. It felt like her dick was in full control of the situation, and in the moment, she wasn’t sure if she had the restraint to avoid punching a hole in the wall just to fuck it.
Luckily for her, (and her penis) she then notices you lying in the middle of a makeshift nest you’d built in your bed, looking completely miserable and undeniably needy.
A low growl rumbles from deep in Regina’s chest, and by the time you snap your head up, she’s already stalking towards you. “Kitten,” your alpha purrs, reaching out to brush a strand of hair back from your sweaty forehead and smirking at how warm your skin is. “Are you in heat, my love? Why haven’t you been taking your blockers like a good little omega?”
You whine at her question and at the feeling of her hand on your face, slick pooling between your thighs from the simple interaction. When you see her eyebrow raise expectantly, you realize she wants an answer. “Stopped taking them,” you choke out, biting at your knuckles desperately to keep from moaning as you rock your hips against her pillow that you’d stuffed in between your legs. “T-they were making me gain too much weight…”
The pheromones that rolled off of Regina became almost violently strong at your confession – something angry, protective, and undeniably alpha.
“Are you fucking stupid?” She hisses through gritted teeth, cruelly snatching her pillow out from in between your legs. You cry out in pain at the loss of the sensation, but Regina doesn’t care. And before you know it, she’s kicking off her heels and climbing on top of you.
“You’ve got that pretty little head all turned around because you’re worried that taking the heat blockers you clearly need might make you gain a few extra pounds?” She asks, although it’s obvious that it’s less of an actual question and more of an attempt to get you to see how ridiculous you’re being. You open your mouth to answer, but when she starts nipping at the mate mark on your pulse point, the words flee your mind. Regina lets out a low growl against your neck. “Well, I’ve got some bad news for you, my omega. Heat blockers aren’t the only thing that can make you gain weight. You know what else can make you a little bit heavier?”
Regina gives you a few seconds to respond, but between the violent, pulsating heat coursing through your veins, and the feeling of her canine teeth scraping against the skin on your neck, your head is completely empty. When you don’t say anything, your alpha chuckles darkly, almost predatorily, and slips her hand underneath the bottom hem of your oversized t-shirt. You whine and squirm helplessly as Regina rests the palm of her hand on the heated skin of your lower belly. She pushes down gently, a growl rumbling from her chest at the knowledge of what lies just beneath her hand.
Teeth grazing along the shell of your ear, Regina finally answers her own question, the heel of her palm still digging deliciously into your lower belly. “A baby,” she whispers, the trembling in her voice making it obvious that she’s barely holding back. “My baby. Growing inside of you, right here,” she pushes down even harder. “That’s what’s gonna make you gain weight, babydoll. And if you’re off your blockers for too long, that’s exactly what’s gonna end up happening.”
You can’t help the filthy moan that tumbles from your lips upon registering Regina’s warning, an embarrassing amount of slick flooding your already soaked panties at the prospect of her breeding you. Still though, you shake your head, trying to save face and be rational even though she can smell the arousal pouring out of you. “I-I’m still on birth control, Gina… we don’t have to worry about that.”
What you thought would reassure your alpha ended up amusing her instead, and she chuckles darkly as she takes her hand off your belly and reaches up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at her. “God, you really do get so stupid when you’re in heat, huh baby?” She mocks, snickering at the way your eyes widen and your cheeks flush. “Birth control makes you gain weight too, darling. It’s a very common side effect. And it isn’t nearly as effective if you aren’t taking heat blockers along with it.”
Much to Regina’s horror, she watched as your eyes started to fill with tears, your lower lip quivering pitifully. She knew that you could be a lot more sensitive when you’re in heat, but Jesus, had she really said something that bad?
Before she can even find the words to comfort you, you’re reaching up and desperately clutching the straps of her tank top in your trembling hands. “Gina, please,” you beg, your voice wavering in a way that made her gut twist with guilt. “Please don’t be scared to touch me just because I stopped taking my blockers. I-I’m not gonna get pregnant. I just need you to knot me so bad. It hurts, alpha…”
Regina lets out a soft growl as she stares down at your face, her heart aching as a tear rolls down your cheek. She can’t help but feel frustrated, not with you, but with herself. You’d probably been curled up in bed all day, burning hot exhausted, hungry and thirsty, your entire lower half sticky with your own slick, and so insatiably horny that it physically hurt. And here she was teasing you like a kindergartener with a crush. She felt like the world’s worst alpha.
With a gentleness she isn’t used to using during your heat cycle, Regina grips your jaw, angling your head up so that you meet her eye. “Look at me, omega,” she commands softly, flooding the room with calming pheromones. Only when you do as she asked does she speak up again. “I could never be scared to touch you. Whether you’re on blockers and birth control or not, it doesn’t matter. I was just being a bitch and teasing you. And I will always help you out whenever you go into heat. As your alpha, it’s my job to take that pain away, and believe me, I will. If I have to buy you a Plan B in the morning, so be it. But I don’t ever want you to worry that I’m not gonna take care of you, okay?”
To your alpha’s relief, your face visibly relaxes, and the stress pheromones your body was involuntarily emitting cease. You bite your lip and sniffle sadly as you nod your head. “Okay.”
Regina can’t help but smile down at you. You always manage to strike this balance between sexy and cute that just makes her want to tear you apart even more.
She leans down to press a loving kiss to your forehead as her hand moves up to cup your cheek, the pad of her thumb brushing away the last tear as it falls. “Arms up for me, baby,” she whispers hoarsely, carefully pulling your shirt off when you obey her command.
A dizzying wave of arousal hits Regina as she sees that you aren’t wearing a bra. But then again, how could you wear one? Even the feeling of the soft satin against your ultra sensitive nipples must’ve been enough to have your back arching and your cunt drooling. She growls lowly, reaching down to play with your breasts.
“My beautiful little omega…” she whispers reverently, her thumbs brushing against your nipples. A smirk stretches across her glossy lips as you squeal at the surprise and pleasure of having your nipples touched – she knows how much you love that. “Do you like having these pretty tits played with, baby? You’re being so responsive for me…”
You let out a throaty whine in response to her question, nodding your head vehemently. You were getting so hot that you felt like your blood would be boiling any second, and Regina’s touch was only adding fuel to the fire.
Your alpha snickers at the sound you made, relishing the way you react to her touch. “I know, baby, I know…” she sympathizes, knowing that all she’s doing right now is making things worse. “I’m gonna give you what you want, angel, I promise. But for right now, just be a good girl and let me play with you.”
You clench your jaw and throw your head back, groaning in frustration. You were starting to wonder if you should just kick Regina out and take care of yourself, but you knew better. The fake plastic cock you keep hidden away in a box in your closet is nowhere near as satisfying as your alpha’s real cock. And if you wanted any chance of relieving the symptoms of your heat even temporarily, you needed Regina to knot you. It was basic biology.
Before you could tell Regina to hurry up, (or beg her to, most likely) she lowers her head and sucks one of your nipples into her mouth, rolling her tongue over the stiffened peak in a way that makes your head swim with pleasure. You moan softly at the feeling, arching your back to press your breast further into her mouth.
The blonde flicks her tongue over your nipple a few times, her ocean blue eyes trained on your face. When she pulls back with an obscene ‘pop,’ she smirks up at you and asks, “Did that feel good, baby?”
All you had to give her was a tiny nod before she latches onto your other nipple, giving it the same treatment as she gave the first. Regina was well aware of how sensitive your nipples get when you’re in heat, and she was taking full advantage of that fact.
After sucking and licking at your nipples until they were puffy and wet with her saliva, Regina pulls back only to begin kissing down your chest and stomach.
You suck in a deep, shuddering breath as her hot tongue ran from just below your belly button down to the hem of your panties. You weren’t wearing shorts, having ditched them earlier on in an effort to cool yourself down. It hadn’t worked.
As soon as she reaches your hemline, Regina grabs your thighs and pushes them apart. She shifts herself downward to settle in between them, inhaling the heady scent of your slick soaked pussy deeply. You let out a pathetic little whimper at that, reaching down in an attempt to tangle your fingers in her long blonde hair. She catches your hand before you can manage, intertwining your fingers as she stares up at you lovingly. “Just relax for me, sweetheart. I’m getting there,” she promises, hoping to settle you. Your body was a live wire with a mind of its own, but right now, she needed your cooperation.
You had to bite back an angry groan at her words. You had half a mind to grab her hair and just shove her face in between your legs, but you knew that wasn’t an option. Right now, all you could do was wait and let your alpha take the lead. (Which, considering that that’s what you’re biologically driven to do, is surprisingly difficult.)
A moment later, Regina begins to press kisses to the insides of your thighs – wet, open mouthed, sloppy kisses that you wish were being pressed to your cunt instead. The feeling makes you whine and squirm desperately and, when she pulls back and you see a clear string of your slick connecting her lips to your inner thigh, you can’t help but moan.
Regina smirks, licking her lips in an exaggerated manner. “You’re soaking wet, omega,” she observes. “Your thighs are glistening down to your knees. Do you need to be bred that badly?”
You feel a twinge in your lower belly, another wave of burning heat hitting you full force at your alpha’s question. You knew it was stupid to want to carry her baby so badly, but you just couldn’t help yourself. After all, it’s what your body was made for.
“Yes!” You blurt out embarrassingly quickly. “I-I do. I need that. Please, Gina, I–”
Your alpha cut you off by shushing you, holding her finger to her lips demonstratively. “Hush, baby,” she instructs you gently, smirking once you quiet down for her. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you want. What you need. But you have to be patient, okay? Because first… I just wanna get my mouth on you…”
You moan pitifully at that, your pussy fluttering around nothing at the thought of her tongue all over you. Instinctively, you spread your thighs wider. That earned a chuckle from Regina.
Her slender fingers hook underneath the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them down, down, down… until they were completely off. She tosses them carelessly across the room, (they were so saturated with your own slick they’d likely have to be thrown anyway) and growls hungrily at the sight of your pussy – glistening with slick, puffy with need, and radiating pure heat.
You thought you’d have to beg, but luckily, it seemed Regina was tired of holding back. She looks up at you with a smirk, her irises so dilated that her pupils were practically black, before leaning down and pressing the softest kiss to your swollen, overly sensitive clit.
You jump and let out the tiniest yelp, just as Regina knew you would, and she laughs softly from between your legs. Before you could whine at her for teasing, she finally gives you what you both want – flattening her tongue and slowly licking from your slick leaking entrance all the way up to your clit.
You moan in pure relief. It was like you were on fire and she had just thrown the first cup of water on you. It wasn’t enough to put it out, but it was enough to reduce the overbearing heat blazing through your system.
Regina hums against you, pulling yet another moan from you, and smirks up at you. “Do you like that, omega? Does it feel good having your alpha’s tongue on this needy little cunt?”
“Yes!” You cry out, hips bucking in desperate need to feel the wet warmth of her tongue against you again.
Your alpha snickers darkly. She meets your eye and, in a register much lower than normal, murmurs, “Good,” before diving back in to your waiting pussy.
She laps at your entrance eagerly, drinking up the slick that was endlessly flooding out of you. She could feel her cock throbbing violently in her skirt, her knot already full and swollen. The thought of popping it inside of you and filling you up with her cum made her mind hazy with lust. Desperate to get to that point, she began to eat you out almost rabidly, practically burying her face in your cunt.
You let out a moan so loud it made you hope your neighbors weren’t home. Desperate to keep yourself tethered to this earth, you grabbed fistfuls of your sweat soaked bedsheets, squeezing them so tightly that your knuckles turned white. Canting your hips up desperately, you moan out, “Regina, I’m gonna cum!”
The blonde hums in approval, not taking her mouth off of you as she mumbles, “Do it, baby. Let go for me. Cum all over my face, sweet girl…”
She could tell you needed another push by the way you whined and thrashed desperately above her, your orgasm so close but just out of reach. Knowing just what to do, she latched onto your clit, sucking gently and rolling her tongue over it as she slides two fingers into your dripping pussy.
And, just as Regina imagined it would, that pushed you over the edge.
As you felt that tight coil in your belly snap, you let go of your poor, crumpled bedsheets and grabbed onto Regina’s hair instead, yanking it in a way that was probably painful, but you knew she didn’t mind.
You screamed her name so loud it probably made the windows shake as your cunt gushed all over her face, earning a rare moan from her as she happily swallowed every bit of it.
By the time you were finally coming down from your orgasm, your alpha was already on her knees. Without missing a beat she pulled her tank top over her head before unzipping her skirt and taking that off, too. Clad in just her boxer briefs, she smirks down at your tired, blissed out state. “C’mon, omega,” she murmurs, straddling your hips to kiss you, inadvertently letting you taste yourself on her tongue. “You can give me one more, can’t you? You’ve got your alpha so fucking hard for you…”
You moan tiredly at her words, nodding your head without a second thought. As much as you’d enjoyed having her mouth all over you, and as hard as she’d made you cum, it wasn’t enough to douse the flames of desire radiating from within you. “I can give you one more, Gina…” you practically whisper. “Need you to knot me.”
Regina smirks, humming happily at your admission. She sat back up until she was straddling you again, and began to palm the achingly hard ridge in her boxers desperately. “Oh, yeah? I bet you need your alpha to breed you, too. Huh, pretty girl?”
You whine, your post orgasm sensitive pussy clenching around nothing but empty air. “Yes,” you nod eagerly, all the relief from your orgasm fading back into desperate, heated pain. “Yes, I-I need you to breed me. Please, alpha…”
The blonde coos softly, almost condescendingly, as she hooks her fingers underneath the waistband of her boxers. “Of course, baby doll,” she whispers, pulling her boxers down and letting her throbbing erection spring free. “I’ll breed you as often as you need me to. And I won’t stop until I put a baby in that pretty little belly…”
Before you can even respond, Regina’s moving to hover over you, one hand by your head to hold herself up, and the other wrapped around her thick cock. She slaps it against your pussy, snickering at the whine you let out when she does so. She drags the tip through your slick folds, coating herself in your wetness.
Regina leans down and presses her lips to yours softly as she positions herself at your entrance. “Are you ready, angel?” She asks lovingly.
With a desperation only an omega in heat can possess, you nod rapidly, reaching up to cup her cheeks as you stare into her eyes. “Yes,” you whisper, voice cracking. “I’m ready, Gina. Please knot me. Take the pain away…”
Regina’s heart and dick both ached at how pathetic you sounded, (for entirely different reasons) as you pleaded for her cock. With a gentle nod and an, “Okay, baby,” she slowly pushes in.
After pushing and pushing and pushing, your body finally relents and allows her past your tight entrance. You let out a guttural moan as Regina’s rigid length glides into you, somehow filling you with both instant relief, and a burning desire like you’d never known.
Sparks of pleasure shoot through your core as Regina bottoms out inside of you, the painful stretch of her splitting you open slowly fading into a dizzying satisfaction as your body acclimates to her size. She stays completely still, giving you plenty of time to adjust despite how badly she wants to just pin your hips down and fuck you at her own pace. You can feel every twitch, every throb, every pulse of her aching cock inside of you, rock solid proof that, despite you being the one who’s in heat, she needs you just as badly as you need her.
You squirm a little underneath her, gasping at the way the tiny movement has her tip prodding against your cervix. “G-Gina…” you all but whispered, your body practically demanding that she finally move her hips. You whine quietly, clenching your jaw shut to let the sound die in your throat as you reach up and cup her face. “Please…”
Regina wanted to be cocky, to make you beg for it, but she was growing far too impatient, herself. The feeling of your slick, feverishly hot pussy squeezing her so tightly made her want to give in to you, give in to herself, and fuck you until you both came undone. And when she looked down at you, your eyebrows furrowed, pupils dilated, cheeks heated, and your soft lips parted, the last of her restraint finally broke.
A growl tears from the blonde’s throat as she leans down and smashes her lips to yours passionately, her tongue pushing into your mouth and tangling with yours almost frantically. She swallows the moan you let out as she begins to thrust, shallowly at first to really work you up.
Your hands scramble for purchase on her back, your nails digging into her shoulders hard enough to pull a groan from her lips. When she starts to fuck into you a little faster, a little harder, you pull back from the kiss and threw your head back with a moan.
“R-Regina!” You cried out brokenly. Every thrust of her hips, every slick slide of her cock inside of you, helped to fight the insatiable fire burning deep in your lower belly – a fire that only she had the ability to extinguish. “Fuck! It feels so good, alpha…”
Regina lets out a noise that was something between a laugh and a breathy moan, reaching down and grabbing your thigh to yank it up over her waist. Instinctively, you do the same with your other thigh without her even having to ask, which sends a spark of pride shooting through her chest.
“I know it feels good, baby. Of course it does,” she pants from above you, strands of damp blonde hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. “You’re in heat, my omega. Your body’s been craving this. And nothing else can take the pain away, can it? You can lay in bed and hump your pillow and fuck yourself with that cold, plastic toy all day long, but none of it compares to the real thing. You need real cock, huh, baby? You need your alpha’s cock.”
You moan brokenly as she picks up the pace, the wet, plapping sound of your joining echoing off your bedroom walls. You arch your back up into her touch, your stomach pressing against hers inadvertently. Too cock drunk to even form words, you nod desperately.
“Uh-uh…” Regina chastises, not slowing down for even a second as she grips your jaw tight, angling your head up to make you look at her. “When I ask you a question, you answer me with your words, understand?”
“I-I understand!” You squeal, the feeling of her grip on your jaw making your pussy flutter around her. “I’m sorry, alpha…”
“Good girl. That’s what I like to hear,” she praises. As a reward, she snakes her hand between your bodies and begins to rub slow circles against your wet, throbbing clit, groaning at the way the sensation makes you tighten around her. “Now I’m gonna ask you one more time. Whose cock do you need?”
“Yours!” You sob out brokenly, your body feeling like a live wire as Regina fucks you to the brink of orgasm. “I-I need your cock, Gina… Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
She chuckles darkly above you, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she moves her hand down to your throat and squeezes – not enough to actually choke or hurt you, but just enough to restrict your airflow a little. “Now, who says you can do that?” She asks, fucking into you harder to add insult to injury.
The thought of her denying you an orgasm right now, at the very beginning of your heat cycle, makes you want to slap her. But it also makes the coil in your stomach tighten that much more, getting closer and closer to snapping every time her pelvis meets yours. So, rather than being a brat, you decide to play it safe and be sweet and submissive instead.
“Regina, baby, please…” you whine sadly, trailing your hands up from her shoulders to cup her face. “I– nnghh… I really need to cum. I’ve been so wet and empty all day and –”
She cut you off with a firm shake of her head, low, almost animalistic grunts falling from her lips with every thrust. “Not yet,” she gritted out.
All of a sudden, your alpha growls dangerously, squeezing your throat so tightly that she could feel your pulse hammering against her fingertips. “I said not yet,” she barks. “You had me worried sick all day wondering why you weren’t answering your fucking phone. So now, I’m gonna use this tight little cunt as my very own fleshlight and you don’t get to cum until I do. Do I need to repeat myself, omega?”
You whimper pitifully at her words and the tone she said them in, the moans spilling from your lips making you feel even more pathetic. Your body was so tired from being so worked up all day, and you just wanted to cum and then curl up in your alpha’s arms and sleep until the nagging need to be knotted again woke you up for round two. But above all, you just wanted to be good for her. And right now, you didn’t feel like you were accomplishing that.
With tears in your eyes, you nod your head. “No, I-I understand, alpha. I’ll be patient.”
The look on your face and your sad little voice pulled Regina out of the pussy crazed alpha head space she was in, her heart aching with guilt as she realized she was being a little rough. She let go of your throat, trailing her hand up to cup your cheek instead as her thrusts went from headboard slamming brutality to gentle, passionate love making.
“Hey, sweetheart, look at me,” she requests in a whisper, and when you do look up at her, she can’t resist the urge to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m being kind of a knothead… You’re the one who’s in heat, and you’re the one who needs me. So just forget what I said, alright? You can cum whenever you need to, baby. And when you do, I’m gonna knot this pretty pussy.”
You sniffle and nod your head, your heart fluttering at Regina’s words. Even when she was being a total knothead, she always made up for it. You bit your lip softly as you move one of your hands down to her hip, trying to encourage her to fuck you a little harder again. “Alright. But, please, don’t be so gentle. I’m not a doll. I like it when you get a little bit rough with me.”
The blonde smirks and, in one smooth motion, grabs your legs and wraps them around her waist. “Oh, really?” She teases, adjusting the speed of her thrusts. Not too fast, but hard and deep, just the way she knows you like it. “My omega likes to be treated rough, huh? Then why don’t you tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, baby?”
You let out a moan, letting your eyes fall shut as your orgasm rapidly builds to where it was just a few moments ago. You cant your hips up to meet Regina’s, the way your legs are wrapped around her waist allowing her to slip deeper and prod at your cervix in a way that makes your head spin with every thrust.
When her question registers, a million different images and thoughts flit through your mind, but only one of them sticks. You whine deliciously as your conversation from earlier on replays, and you imagine her breeding you. The very concept makes your pussy flutter around her in a way that has your hips stuttering, and without you even saying a word, she knows what you’re thinking.
“Oh…” Regina husks out, smirking as she slips her hand between your bodies and presses down just above your pubic bone, allowing you to feel the pressure of her cock splitting you open even more. “You want me to put a baby in you, don’t you, angel? Your heat’s got your head all fuzzy… making you wanna be a mommy…”
“Yes!” You moan out, digging your fingernails into her back as your pleasure began to crest. “I-I want it, Gina, please… please give it to me…”
She chuckles darkly, slipping her hand down to rub your swollen, already overstimulated clit. She groans at the way your pussy clenches around her. “Oh, I’m gonna give it to you, baby…” she promises in a growl, fucking into you a little harder. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you need. You’re an omega, your body’s made to be bred.”
“Then do it, sweetheart,” Regina pants, feeling her own knot begin to swell at your entrance, as if it were debating whether or not to slip inside and split you open. “Cum for me. All over my cock. And then I– God, I’m gonna give you a knot so big we’ll be stuck together for weeks.”
Your alpha’s encouragement was enough to send you hurdling over the edge into an abyss of pure ecstasy, the world around you fading away as you fell apart underneath her. You let out a deafeningly loud cry of her name as tidal waves of white hot pleasure shot from your core throughout your whole body, your cunt clenching around her like you were trying to milk the knot right out of her.
Regina hisses at the painful sensation of your nails clawing down her back, but somehow, it only serves to enhance her pleasure. And when she feels you cumming around her and watches your pretty face contort as you fall apart, her orgasm hits her just as hard.
“Fuuuuck…” the blonde groans, pumping her hips into you shallowly for a few seconds before her knot finally slips inside of the hot, wet heaven in between your legs.
You let out a surprised squeal at the temporary but sharp sting of her knot popping inside of you, but the discomfort is quickly soothed by the feeling of her hot cum pouring into you, splashing against your cervix in a way that felt almost embarrassingly good.
“Fucking take it, omega,” Regina grunts, hips rutting into you a few more times for good measure. “Take my fucking knot. Let me give you exactly what you want…”
You whine pathetically at your alpha’s words, and, after her orgasm subsides a few seconds later, gasp as she collapses on top of you.
Regina is a sweaty, heaving mess as her body presses yours into the (probably ruined) mattress, her softening cock twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Once she regains enough strength to lift her head again, she does so, and smiles at the sight of your blissed out face. You were so tense earlier, so horny and pained as you sought relief you couldn’t give to yourself. She felt pride swell in her chest as she realized that she’d given you the relief you were looking for. She’d taken the pain away – like a good alpha should.
She can’t help but smile as she leans down and presses the tenderest kiss to the tip of your nose, then to your lips. “How do you feel?” She asks softly, her hand coming up to rub your waist. “Better now, right?”
“So much better,” you confirm breathlessly, and Regina laughs in response. You reach a hand up to cup her cheek, thumb brushing along her cheekbone lovingly. “Thank you for taking care of me, Gina. You’re the most amazing alpha I could’ve ever asked for.”
Although she tries not to let it show, her cheeks turn noticeably red anyway, and she has to roll her eyes to play it off. “Yeah, yeah… the pleasure’s all mine, I guess.” When she looks back down and sees your eyebrow raised speculatively, she just sighs, smiles softly, and admits, “You’re a pretty good omega, too, I guess…”
You smirk, well aware that her feelings for you are not that nonchalant. “You guess? I just let you knot me and the best you can do is, ‘you’re pretty good, I guess?’”
Regina huffs and buries her face in the crook of your neck, desperate to hide her reddening cheeks. “Fine,” she groans belligerently. “I’m, like, obsessed with you, okay? Totally obsessed and in love. Are you happy now?”
“Very,” you laugh, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of her head, the salty smell of her sweat doing nothing to deter you from wanting to be as close to her as humanly possible. And, considering the size of the knot currently locking you together, you were gonna be this close for a while…
Regina looks up when she hears you yawn, the soft smile on her face proving that she’s much more than just some tough, non-feeling alpha. She reaches up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the tips of her fingers caressing your cheek. “You tired?” She asks quietly.
She chuckles softly and presses a tender kiss to your lips before grabbing your top sheet and pulling it over the two of you. Unable to pull out yet, she stays put, draping her weight over you like a heavy blanket. Rather than make you feel claustrophobic, it makes you feel safe and protected. She knows that.
“Go to sleep then, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up. I imagine you’ll be ready for round two by then?”
A sleepy smirk stretches across your lips as your eyes flutter shut. “Oh, most definitely,” you nod, sighing contentedly as you stretch your arms out over your head before letting your body relax. “Think you’ll be up for it?”
Regina laughs softly, feeling her heart swell with love as she watches you begin to doze off. She turns her head and kisses your jaw lightly, inhaling the sweetness of your scent. Immediately, her head goes all fuzzy, butterflies erupting in her chest. And she knows that she better stop while she’s ahead if she doesn’t want to get hard again while you’re still asleep. “Trust me, baby,” she whispers. “That can be arranged…”
