「Heat」
Omega!Cook x Gender Neutral!Reader
[Drabble Attempt]
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AN: (Skins Rise) Cook is in heat, and you help him.
I have not re-read any of this. I just did it for some drabble practice and therefore, almost didn't post it. 982 words is still a drabble, I'm still learning 🙏
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Omegaverse, Omega Cook, Heat Supressant Abuse, Fingering, Knotting, Coming Untouched (Sorta), Subby Cook, Bratty Cook, Drabble Attempt, One-Shot
"Fuck's sake, will you stick it in already?"
Cook's breaths hitch at each trace of your finger against his puckered hole. He's soaked already from his heat, sweating so much you could see the dark patches through his clothes when you first got here. You thought every omega was aware that they could only take their suppressants for a few months at the absolute maximum before a review; Cook had been abusing them for years. You wouldn't have even known until he ran out of pills prematurely.
"I'm not rushing through this, Cook. You've never even done it before."
The sound of his nails biting into your mattress greets you as he pushes his ass against your finger; he's so slick already that it's enough for you to slip in almost halfway. A needy whine slips free out of him without shame, and his cock bobs underneath him, angry and red.
Something about the noise, perhaps the pitch or some note he hits, it strikes something hot inside you. You want to hear it again. Need it. Cook's scent is so overwhelming that he's lucky he hadn't brought the attention of alphas back with him before he even understood what was happening. But you try not to think about that right now, their hands reaching out for something that wasn't theirs.
Cook is yours.
You've known it since you smelled the thick heat on him. Your omega, and you'll be damned if you were to let another soul so much as see him like this, let alone touch him. As if to prove it, you grin as you finally relent and ease your finger into Cook's ass. The sight of him on all fours and spreading his thighs more in response sends a surge of something dangerous to your lower abdomen.
"Soaked already, baby. I'll take care of you, okay?"
Cook's face burns hot against the bedding, and his eyes all but glaze over when you add another finger. He didn't want to admit it for so long, not to you or himself, but with him finally giving into his instinct and letting you open him up like this… He had feared being abused by an alpha, but the instant reprieve is unlike anything Cook had ever experienced. You feel your sex pulse in response to the way his sopping hole clenches around your fingers, and you start to thrust them languidly against his coated walls.
"F-Fuck, I wa-.. I need more!"
Cook buries his face into the covers, arms folded in front of his head to muffle his growing whimpers that break out of his chest. When you crook your fingers, you watch his cock visibly jerk at the same time Cook's whine cracks out of him. You place light kisses on his thigh, turning into small, claiming nips as you speed up your fingers.
When your other hand reaches out to cup Cook's sack, he flinches with a new gush of slick that pours out of him. You peer down to watch his thick cock twitch and leak pre-cum onto the sheets; the sight of it has your stare turn half-lidded.
"Shh, I know… My omega needs this, doesn't he?"
He nods feverishly to you as your fingers work into him, uncharacteristically quiet with need.
"Y-Yours…"
The dazed word falls out of Cook like he hadn't noticed it slip, and it plucks at a possessive chord in you. As you stretch his hole, your eager digits abuse the spot that makes him jump and make pathetic noises with each stroke. The pulse of Cook's entire body screams that he's already close to the edge just from this; no longer proud or cocksure of himself, just pliant and rolling his hips back to match your speed.
"Such a good boy for me, Cook, right here, yeah?"
Like a trigger word, Cook only responds with gritted teeth and a desperate whine as your words force his cock to jump. As your fingers carefully massage into his sack, Cook's back arches wonderfully for you enough that his head tips back. His rasps are thick, and while the slick runs down his balls, you feel the base of him starting to swell. A moan slips out of you when you realise your omega's body is trying to knot, and pride blooms in your chest at the thought of Cook's body trusting you.
"S'good- shit it's- S'too good, gonna come!"
Cook's eyes clench shut, body trembling under you. You can feel his walls flutter around your fingers as he comes early and just as hard, releasing over the sheets and his own stomach and chest with a pleasured cry. Your fingers don't let up their movements as you continue to pump them, working him through his first orgasm. Cook's jaw hangs open for a litany of hoarse moans to spill out; your throat tightens at the noise, and as suspected, he doesn't stop.
"Fuck- Fuck- I-It won't stop!"
"Shh, I know- I've gotcha, let it happen."
Heat spreads over your face at the sight of Cook; a thin sheen of sweat coats him as his stomach and cock jerk with every wave of release onto the sheets below. When it finally ends, Cook's hips are still giving gentle thrusts back onto your fingers. His cock hasn't softened remotely, and judging from the small knot and frustrated tears rolling down his cheeks, you know it'll be a while before he's even remotely sated.
Carefully, as it all slows to a brief pause, you let your fingers slide out to replace them with your tongue before Cook can complain about the loss. You lick a slow, promising stripe up the seam of his tight balls to dip into his wet hole. He whimpers quietly at the feeling, slack-jawed and cracking open his eyes to look back for you as you help your omega through his first heat.