Suppressants⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
summary: An unexpected heat and an empty suppressant bottle forces you to uncover years of lies surrounding Caleb's designation.
Or...the fic where you find out that Caleb isn't actually a beta but an Alpha and he subsequently breeds the shit outta you. 18+
word count: 7.8k
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Your heats were ruined after Caleb's death.
You underestimated how essential he was for keeping yourself balanced and sane. Especially when your body was trying to do the opposite. Quickly, you learned what life looked like without Caleb. When your heat came unexpectedly, only a week after Caleb's death, you realized that your body would gladly hurt you in its hunt for pleasure. And that you had no idea how to combat that.
After the disaster of your first heat post-Caleb, you put yourselves on medically prescribed suppressants. It was meant to be a temporary solution as you worked through your grief, but you became addicted to the convenience. You would never admit it, but you were unwilling to put in the same effort as Caleb did.
The day after you were assigned as an omega in high school, you found a textbook on Caleb’s desk: Internal Physiology on Omegas. It was highlighted and annotated so incessantly that Caleb's notes bled through the pages. When he'd come home during his college breaks, he’d have more textbooks, more notes. He'd get better at taking care of you. Keeping you cool. Giving or sending his used clothes for nesting. Care baskets every month with your favorite snacks. He was so good, he'd call and warn you of an incoming heat before your body would.
Your heats always started as an itch at the base of the spine. Then it'd spread slowly, warming through your body, like pouring honey. Whenever your heat would tease its arrival, you'd end up craving Caleb's presence, even if he was just a Beta. During your heats, Caleb acted as your anchor, and the first heat without him proved how deeply unsteady you were.
So, you threw yourself into your work, ignored your needs as you conditioned your body to get used to the new normal. It wasn’t without consequence. You didn’t miss how your scent soured after another suppressed heat, or the debilitating cramps that seemingly came out of nowhere. Your body was suffering. Pleasure and intimacy became foreign. His sudden loss carved you hollow. Worst of all, you missed Caleb, and so did your body.
His surprise return and his introduction of Colonel Caleb didn’t fill the gap. He was secretive, different. Rebuilding your relationship required a level of patience and respect you’ve neglected to use on yourself during Caleb's absence. But both of you were in a better place now. A place that reminded you of your past with Caleb, while still signifying the change in your relationship. Yet secrets, old buried secrets, we're still unraveling as both you and Caleb explored what being together meant.
It was a random weekend. Caleb had absconded from his job, to “Make sure his little goober would be ok.” As cryptic and corny as that sounded, he arrived with a smile, a gift basket, and a slew of movies he wanted you to watch. It wasn't until you looked in the basket, recognized the nostalgia in those familiar brands, that you realized it was in preparation for your heat. You hadn’t told Caleb you were on heat suppressants yet. Despite everything the two of you had been through to get to this comfortable point in your relationship, talking about the level of intimacy you once had felt discouraging.
You wanted that back, you did, but everything felt different now. And unfortunately, Caleb's designation as beta concerned you in more ways than you'd like to admit.
You wanted sex. You wanted Caleb to mate you, hard and rough. To pin you in a position where all you could do was take it and say thank you. But that was impossible with his physiology, and you feared that letting loose a pleasure-starved, heat-crazed omega on a rusty beta might lead to disaster.
The selfish part of you realized that you grew sad whenever you remembered that Caleb could never knot you. The idea of knotting always embarrassed you, how animalistic it was, but you craved it. Especially after another painful suppressed heat. But that wasn't important right now. Everything still felt fragile, and you felt responsible for making sure it didn’t break.
Not privy to your thoughts, Caleb pried gently, “Your heat should be coming soon, right? I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to be safe.” Instead of doing the brave thing, you sweetly clung to Caleb’s arm.
“Caleb did you come cause you thought I'd be in heat?" You snuggled into his shirt sleeve, “What did you think we’d be doing this weekend?” You asked teasingly. Caleb choked on his gulp. You laughed as you soothed his coughing back.
“What are you talking about?” he mumbled as his cheeks flamed up into a beautiful red.
“Nothing,” you said with a laugh, “but I’m sorry to tell you that you're wrong. I shouldn’t have my heat for at least another month.”Caleb looked defeated, but he shook the look away as quickly as it screwed up his face. Instead, he raised the gift basket out of your reach.
“Guess you won’t be needing this for another month then,” he said while gesturing to the basket. You groaned, and just like that, the two of you fell into your easy banter.
That night you did all that Caleb planned and more. The face masks you had sitting in your fridge were finally released from their cold confinement. Unfortunately, you were now obligated to share the limited edition snacks you bought earlier. You thought you'd be more pouty about it until you saw Caleb’s eye light up over the lemon sour candy you fed him. It was worth it.
When you went to sleep that night, stuffed, well moisturized, and cuddled in your bed (with the new blanket and heating pad Caleb bought), your door ajar as you searched for Caleb’s snores from his spot on the couch, you actually thought that Caleb wouldn't be super-humanely right about your cycle. That was until you found yourself keeled over the toilet, throwing up your dinner and snacks.
It hit you as you brushed your teeth after puking. You laughed, slightly spraying your toothpaste. He was right. With how long you’ve been suppressing your heats, sometimes a heat would break through the suppressants. All it took was another pill to dampen its effects. You’d get a stomachache that’d rival an earthquake, but you’d be able to move on.
As you ruffled through your medicine cabinet you patted and rubbed your stomach, preparing it for the suffering it was about to go through. You only stilled when you found your suppressants bottle, your empty suppressants bottle.
For a moment you weren’t breathing, then in the next you were breathing too fast, too little. It’d been a year since your last heat, you’d almost forgotten how they’d start with you spiraling in panic.
Heats weren’t like the cheap pornos you find on hotteenomegas.com. It was like a shedding of skin, before you could focus on pleasure, on mating, breeding, your space had to be right, your mind had to be right, and your right mind was left in the debris of Grandma’s home.
You’d have to leave. Find the nearest convenience store and take as many over the counter suppressants pills it would take to subdue the storm brewing in your body. You’d be fine you told yourself. You'd be fine. Reinvigorated you left the bathroom, only to find Caleb waiting on the other side of the door.
Silence overtook you two. For a moment all could be heard was the slowing drip of the sink faucet.
“How’d you know,” you said softly, awkwardly, your grand plan shriveling into a forgotten thought.
“The shower running isn’t enough to muffle you puking,” he said softly, a poor attempty of humor in his voice. You hummed in response; silence followed soon after. “You locked the door.”
You did, and a part of you didn’t know why. With that revelation followed the memory of the doorknob rattling. While you were heaving over the toilet, you wondered what that sound was, but couldn’t concern yourself when your stomach was violently emptying itself.
“So, you waited outside?” You asked. Caleb’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment you swore you were about to get scolded.
“It’s your heat, right?” You didn’t say yes, but Caleb kept going, “You should get to bed. I'll brew you some tea.”
“No!” You said way too loudly. You didn’t want to sit through this heat or let Caleb handle it. You could already feel yourself getting hot. Just standing in front of Caleb was making you skin scorch up. You expected to go out to a convenience store in this state? You’d break out in a full panic attack in the store and alert every alpha in the nearby area that an omega was horny and ready. Fear snuck into your brain and overtook it in a blink’s time.
“I need you to go to the store. I need suppressants, the highest dose you can find.” You said while latching onto Caleb’s arm.
“Suppressants? Why would you be on suppressants?" And for some reason, that question pissed you off. Anger, the remnants of grief that still lingered from Caleb's "death", from his abandonment, flared up and exploded like a firework.
“Cause the person who took care of me during my heats died. I wasn’t willing to take up the burden,” You said much harsher than you expected. You knew it was the heat talking, that you needed to calm down, but then something heavy shifted in Caleb’s eyes.
He paused for a moment, then whispered, "That's why you smell like that.”
Stunned, as if a lightning bold struck your body. “Smell?” Caleb’s jaw clenched as if attempting to keep the secret from leaving his lips. “Smell!?” you repeated, frustration building and swelling high.
It almost scared you how fragile you felt in the moment, how anything and everything would bring you to rage. Control slipped through your fingers like catching rushing water. You knew you smelled different. You were practically strangling your pheromones, but a beta wouldn’t know that. They couldn’t.
“Caleb?” You asked shakily.
“Don’t get upset,” he said while cradling your face, “I didn’t say anything.” Exactly! He wasn’t saying anything, and you were too afraid to expose what your mind was thinking. “Don’t worry about anything right now. Your heat is starting. Your mind is foggy. You're sensitive.” His calloused thumb, cool and catering, rubbed little circles into your cheeks. Your body hyper-focused on the sensation. Caleb's voice, gentle yet firm, fell like scripture on your ears, and you suddenly a devout servant took his words as law. “I’m right here. Same old Caleb.”
“Caleb?” you questioned as you stared into his eyes. You searched for reassurance in his galaxy-freckled eyes. That the one anchoring you, as always was the old Caleb. Caleb before the colonel, before EVER, before the explosion.
You couldn’t find him.
Using all your strength you pushed Caleb away. He did you the courtesy of stumbling away.
“Alpha voice...that was...Caleb?” Your broken sentence seemed to rewrite your own memories. Alpha voice, it could best be described as a really persuasive command. You’ve seen it being used before teachers on belligerent students. During spicy scenes on televisions. Colonel’s making orders of their subordinates. Their adjuncts.
How could you be so blind?
"You used an alpha's voice. You're an alpha." You said resolutely, no longer need an answer from him.
He whispered your name like it was an apology and you laughed. You laughed harsh and loud.
“Get me my fucking suppressants.” You screeched, ruching up your hair with the force of your yell. It had felt good for a few seconds to lash out at him. Until you properly looked at Caleb. He looked as if he’d been shot, then he melted into what could only be described as puppy eyes. The look both swelled your anger and broke your heart.
He retreated out the door, his ears pinned to his head. It took him an hour to get back, and in that hour, you stewed. For a good 30 seconds, you resisted the urge to nest. Then you blinked and found yourself in a pile of Caleb’s clothes. Over his recent visits, he’d left a few things here and there, and you , desperate for more, emptied the duffel bag Caleb brought for the weekend. You sniffed and stretched out his clothes until its scent latched to your body.
Smell that word was haunting you. You knew Caleb by the smell of his cologne, his shampoo, the harshness of his musk and sweat. But he didn’t have a smell, not like how you did. Alphas and omegas usually exuded pheromones in daily life; it could be described as a signature perfume. One that you could never take off.
Caleb never had one. Ever, and that trait was typically seen in betas. But his voice, the control he commanded over you, especially in your frantic state, that wasn’t Caleb but an alpha’s command.
It wasn’t the first time. You filtered through your memories again, every heat you spent cuddled into Caleb soothing arms. His whispers of comfort and reassurance were they from Caleb or an alpha? A shiver snapped down your spine, and for a moment a sick primal satisfaction coursed through you.
Alpha was always watching, always taking good care of you. Your cunt dripped at the thought. Your clothes were getting too hot and the scent on Caleb clothes smelled too faint.
You knew it was the heat talking, but you were so happy. So happy to finally have an alpha. Your omega salivated over the thought of finally being claimed and rutted. You’ve denied her for so long, even before you took suppressants.
When she cried for a knot, you used your fingers and when that wasn’t enough your crazed state would find anything cylinder and girthy to fit inside yourself. But now you realized you didn’t have to suffer. Caleb should’ve fucked you, knotted your desperate cunt until your heat finally dissipated.
That heat you spent locked in your shower, drenching yourself in cold water and fucking yourself on a travel-sized shampoo bottle, he should’ve been there pinning you down on the tiles.
Or the heat that accidentally started early. Trapping you in a fitting room. You waited for security to escort you out of the building so alphas wouldn't jump you. He should've been there. All you needed was a hushed quickie against the wall. One hand driving your waist back on his cock, the other gagging your mouth with exploring fingers. Enough cum and you’d be able to walk without anyone knowing the wiser.
Or the time he was there, pressed against you, nuzzling into your scent gland, whispering how good, how brave you were being as you sobbed from the heat reckoning your body. He should’ve lifted your leg up and slid right into your weeping cunt. You’d be so pliant, so thankful as you finally got some relief. You'd take every inch so beautifully. You would’ve impressed your alpha. Instead, he left, realizing that you were in the part you had to do alone. He left you to grind your clit against the pillow he laid on. Too heat drunk to realize what you were doing.
Anger and lust swelled in your mind like fire and dynamite. But, like the perfect extinguisher, insecurity doused the flames. Was this was your fault? You weren’t good enough, pretty enough, loved enough to be fucked by Caleb, by your alpha. You sank into your nest, muffling a sob into his clothes as the thought overwhelmed you. You just weren’t sure anymore, and the thought of having answers didn’t soothe you.
The click of your bedroom door opening put you on high alert. Caleb walked through the door as if he expected you to lunge at him.
You did.
The last of your energy was sapped as you wrapped yourself around Caleb. Despite the shock, he caught you perfectly, tightening his arms around your waist. Truthfully, you didn’t have a next step, but when you saw his worried face, only an inch away, you kissed him. And he let you. Holding you up and steady as you cradled his face and deeply kissed him, exploring his mouth with your tongue.
He tasted amazing, like you were supposed to be kissing him from the start. Sense all but disappeared as you lewdly suckled on his tongue. Close and closer, you pulled him into you, into your body, until your skin was stuck to his with sweat and need.
When he pulled away, he didn’t go far, pressing and nuzzling his nose into yours. “I have your suppressants," he said breathlessly. You whined, his words stabbing at that growing insecurity.
“Alpha,” and he shivered, his whole body unsteadied with one word, “You don’t want me?”
He placed you down on your feet gently. In the nook of his elbow was a small plastic bag. From it he pulled out the pack of the suppressants you wanted and tossed them into your hands. Upset, your nails bit into the box, tears welled in your eyes, then he pulled out a different box.
“Choose,” he said as he placed another much larger box dropped into your grip. Condoms.
You looked up at him, choice already made.
“You wanna use condoms, alpha?” Something like a growl crawled out of Caleb's throat.
“You wanna get pregnant?” He asked lowly, and your omega jumped for joy. A smile stretched across your face. You couldn’t say the words, so you nodded, and something in that little nod made Caleb smile. He joined you, dropping kisses on your face as he led you backwards towards the bed. Once there, he sat you down, pressed one last kiss to your face, then said, “I know you have questions.”
“Tell me after you fuck me,” You whined trying to pull Caleb down by his shirt.
“I’m not fucking you like this,” he said lightly as if he wasn’t completely devastating you. Tears welled up in your eyes again as Caleb gently wrestled the suppressants out of your tight grip. From the same plastic bag, he pulled out a water bottle, then from the ruined box he pulled and popped out a single pill.
That couldn’t simmer down your heat, at least not forever. “We need to talk, and you need to be here for that. Not just your omega.” You shook your head; words weren’t forming properly, but you didn’t want to come down. This high, this heat, your body missed it. But Caleb wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“Open your mouth,” He said while uncapping the water bottle. Afraid to look Caleb in the eyes, you stared down at your lap, and you shook your head. In a silent plea, you held on to Caleb’s pant leg, gripping and pulling the fabric like a kitten pawing for affection. You hoped that would be enough to change his mind. Then you heard it, the clink of his belt buckle loosening.
Your head shot up and connected with Caleb’s heady glare. His one hand undid his belt as the other cradled your cheek. “Open your mouth, omega.”
Hypnotizing. You had no defense for that. So when you did open your mouth, like the good omega you desperately wanted to be, Caleb took advantage. Immediately placing a pill on your presented tongue and spilling water in your mouth.
“Don’t choke,” he said softly as you sputtered on the water. Once you harshly swallowed down the suppressant, he gently placed the water bottle against your lips, urging you to continue drinking. You wanted to fight him, but then he cooed.“Drink for me, pretty girl.”
At that moment, you were literally a girl in heat. So, you drank until he was satisfied and let his compliments and caressing hands calm you down. Ultimately, you were grateful. Once the pill turned your heat into a low simmer, effectively returning your mind to you, you realized Caleb was right. You did have questions. A lot of them, and time was ticking. Your heat would return, and the need to jump him would overwhelm you again.
“How–,” You started then stopped yourself, then you started again only for your words to crackle into nothing. Caleb, realizing you had properly calmed down, knelt in front of you.
He leaned back, a look of total surrender softened his features, “Hey, pipsqueak.” You gave him a weary smile.
“Hey Caleb,” and he relaxed, his shoulders dropping from tension. You didn’t miss the bulge pressing angrily against his loosened dark jeans. Holding back must have been hard for him too. The thought made you swallow hard.
“I’m sorry, about earlier. I was afraid that if you found out I was–I was afraid of hurting you. So I lied,” He laughed humorlessly, “Doesn’t make much sense when I say it out loud.”
“You used an alpha's voice on me.” Caleb struggled to nod, but he did so anyway. Confirming what you thought earlier, you finally asked. “You’re an alpha?”
“I am.”
“How could I not know that?” You asked both him and yourself. You were truly horrified by the lie and the fact that he thought he needed to lie. A sob wrenched from your throat before you realized it. You tried to muffle your cries, but your insecurity, the thought that you weren’t enough, that you’ve been negligent to Caleb, so much so that you couldn’t tell whether he was alpha or beta, made you feel sick. “Why,” you started through your sobs, “Why can’t I smell you. Is there something wrong with me?”
“No, no,” he comforted quickly, “It’s not you. I’ve never really exuded pheromones. I think…Grandma thought either I was born this way or it was an effect of something that happened before we met."Caleb paused, his hands tugged at his dark roots, as he searched for way to continue. "She thought it either meant I’d never get a proper a designation or I’d live my life as a Beta. We were both confused when I was classified as an alpha. You were still in middle school, and Grandma didn’t want to discuss what being an alpha meant, the ruts, the aggression, the possessiveness. She thought it’d be best if we just said I was beta.”
“But, why!” Knowing that grandma knew before you only made you feel worse.
“I don’t know why. I only really agreed with her decision when you were classified as an omega. I didn’t want to scare you,” he said softly.
“Why would I be scared of you?!” It sounded so ridiculous you almost wanted to laugh. Caleb was your first memory. He gave you your first smile, your first laugh. He taught you what love in its purest form felt like. Then, as adults he showed you what it meant to be in love. What it meant to share your heart and body. Like everyone else, you weren’t immune to Caleb’s light. You gravitated around him completely unafraid of his light burning you. You never knew that he was this cautious.
“You should be scared of me.” He said lowly.
“Cause you're an alpha?”
“Cause I’m Caleb,” he answered curtly.
Annoyed, you grabbed a pillow from behind you and chucked it at his face. “God Caleb, you’re not some monster! Even if you were, I decide who and what I’m afraid of. If you don't want to be my alpha, then stop making decisions for me like one!” Bullseye. Caleb squeezed onto the pillow that fell into his lap.
“That’s not true,” he said resolutely, “All I’ve ever wanted to be was yours.” On his knees, he inched closer to you, his misery scribed by the deep frown on his face. You stayed still, not letting the urge to cradle his face win. “You are the only thing that matters in this world,” he said shamelessly, his eyes staring steadily into yours. “I’d be anything you need. Your family, your friend, your lover, your colonel. Beta, alpha, omega. There’s nothing I wouldn’t become for you.” Overwhelmed by his confession, the urge won.
Shakily your hands cradled his face,“ All I want is Caleb,” you sobbed.
Caleb’s galaxy eyes seemed to burst, shining brighter than you’ve ever seen. You watched as they grew watery, tears clinging to the corner of his eyes. He weakly tried to break away from your grip, but you held strong, steadying him in your grip.
“Caleb,” you whispered comfortingly and then the first tear fell.
“I’m sorry,” he said while finally leaning into the warmth of your hand, “I’m so sorry.”
“I can forgive you,” your cradling hands hardened and forced Caleb to look at you, “but you have to tell me everything. No more secrets.”
“No more secrets,” he repeated, before softly removing your hands from his face.
He leaned up and pulled you into a kiss. The embers of your suppressed heat sparked, but you kept your mind focused. Through his incessant kisses you gasped, “Promise…me….alpha.” A sharp shudder chased down his spine. He pulled away from you, stared down into your still watery eyes.
“I promise,” he said softly, and with that, you surrendered.
You let his deep kisses fan the flames of your heat until the suppression pill waned. The heat and the comfort of Caleb's presence softened your anxiety until you melted against him. You sat on his lap, straddling his crotch as you leaned heavily into him.
“What do you need, omega?” he asked against your lips. Heat, touch, relief, anything sounded good.
“I don’t know,’ you whined, annoyed at the brief loss of Caleb’s lips against yours. The possessive part of your omega instinct urged you to wrap your arms around his neck. To pull him close and keep him there. But you couldn't bring yourself to. Not when your hands were already so comfortable snaked under his pajama shirt, resting against his rapidly beating heart. Caleb leaned away, and you followed, desperate for his pampering.
Using a bit of his strength, he gently pulled you off, “Be good, omega,” he softly scolded.
Unfortunately, because of your heat-induced oversensitivity, tears sprang to your eyes.
“I’m sorry, alpha. I just wanted kisses,” you sobbed, hiccups peppering through your words.
Caleb wiped at your fresh tears, a gentle laugh shaking his shoulders. “We can’t kiss all night, sweet girl,” he placed a soft kiss against your cheek, then whispered into your ear, “Unless that’s all you want to do.” There was a hint of a tease in his voice, but you could hear the sincerity in his voice. The crumb of sanity you held onto was holding you back.
You were still a virgin. You had no idea about Caleb, but the fact that you’ve never had sex, something you never cared about because of your heat had blossomed into a full-blown insecurity. You purred at the idea of sharing your first with Caleb, but wished you could be better prepared for what was about to happen.
Truthfully, you didn’t just want kisses. You could’ve just said that to Caleb, instead you shyly shook your head. Again, another silent laugh shook through his body. You just groaned.
“Turn for me,” he said. You lazily turned around, then rested your back against his chest. His hand landed on your stomach, on your fuzzy pajama shirt. “You’re not overheating, pipsqueak?” You were, so you didn’t complain when he took your shirt off. “You didn’t answer my question. What do you want from this?” You just grumbled and focused your attention on the sensation of his hand rubbing soothing circles on your stomach.
Undeterred, Caleb asked again, “Were you on suppressants the entire time I was gone?” You answered with silence; you could practically feel disappointment emanating from him, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, the hand on your stomach traveled into your pants, while the other rested against your bare breasts. You closed your eyes. Preparing yourself for what was to come.
You gasped when you felt Caleb’s finger against your pantied clit. The soaked fabric pushed against your sensitive clit, made you want to close your legs and simultaneously open them wider. The latter won out. Spurned on by your obvious invitation, he pulled your panties to the side and pressed two fingers against your engorged clit.
“Why aren’t you taking care of yourself ‘mega'?” He asked in your ear while slowly pinching and twisting your nipple.
You whined, rolling your hips with the smooth slow circles against your clit. “I don’t want to.”
“Why, baby?”
“Cause I never had to.” Tears stung against your eyes, “That’s alpha’s job.” Caleb’s fingers stuttered briefly before putting greater pressure on your clit. You mewled in response, bucking your hips to rub against his fingers.
“You’re right,” he said, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to make you feel good. I’ll make it up to you.” Your omega swelled with delight until Caleb’s fingers stopped and left your clit. You complained, begging for his touch as Caleb removed the remainder of your clothes. When he stood up to remove his own, you practically begged for the return of his hands.
“Be good,” he scolded as he stripped himself naked and grabbed the nearby condoms. His cock hung heavy and hard between his strong thighs, his knot already swelling at the base of his cock. You stared mesmerized as Caleb fished a couple of condoms from their box.
After grabbing four, then a couple more, then a little more than that, he looked at you, a string of packaged condoms overflowing from his closed hands. “Present yourself, omega.”
You did as you were told. Chest pressed against the sheets, your back arched, legs spread and your cunt dripping into the sheets below, you felt beautiful. You didn’t see, you felt Caleb settle behind you. His thumb traced your slit, “Gorgeous, omega.” Happy you snuggled into the sheets to hide your smile. Caleb grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath your stomach for comfort, then he returned to your pussy.
Gently, he pressed two fingers against your hole. You probably would’ve braced if not for your heat-induced eagerness and the fact that you were leaving a wet spot on the sheets below you.
Caleb’s two fingers, lubricated by your generous slick, entered without any resistance. You sighed and slowly rocked back against his fingers. The pleasure made your fingertips feel numb. Caleb spread his fingers and diligently prepared you for his cock. Not that two fingers could properly prepare you for his size, but you wouldn’t allow Caleb to stall this.
Even as pleasure slowly soothed your heat, you knew you’d need more. You need him very soon.
“Have…have you done this before?” he asked softly.
“Alpha’s my first,” you moaned, you don’t know what his reaction was, but his fingers grew gentler, not spreading anymore as they stroked your insides.
“What did you imagine when you thought about your first time?” he asked.
“Caleb.” You moaned in response, your heat making you more honest than usual. You turned your head to look at your alpha, and his face was so red he looked ready to pop. “ Your blushing,” you laughed, “Alpha’s happy.”
Caleb coughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Anybody would be happy hearing that.” Satisfied, you rested your head against the bed again.
“Was I...” he cleared his throat, “nicer or rougher than this.” You let the question settle on your pleasure-clouded brain. He didn’t push you, so after fucking yourself back on his fingers for a couple more seconds, you finally had an answer.
“Alpha?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to try to scare me.” A second later you were flipped on your back with an incredulous-looking Caleb staring down at you.
“What?”
“I want–” you started, then you leaned up and wrapped your arms around Caleb’s neck. “ You hid that you were an alpha because you didn’t think I could handle it.” Caleb's face scrunched up.
“No, I didn’t tell you cause–”
“You thought I would be scared and that I couldn’t handle it.” You said clearly. Caleb’s mouth shriveled shut. Undeterred, you pushed your forehead against his and gently nuzzled. You did so until the stress in his face settled, and he nuzzled back.
“Scare me, alpha. I’ll prove you wrong,” you said softly. Resolutely. Caleb pressed a deep kiss into your lips. When he finally stopped, leaving your lips pulsing, he stroked your cheek.
“Good omega, I’ll do my best.”
You were flipped, manhandled back on your knees. Caleb’s hands pressed against your back, pushing you into the perfect arch for your submission. You were so happy, you wanted to scream. His hands were moving and fixing, molding you into his perfect omega. You could’ve came just from that. The tip of his cock against your cunt skyrocketed your heat to almost unbearable levels. You rocked your hips, trying to coerce the tip inside you.
Caleb kept himself steady, you couldn’t see him, but you heard the heaviness of his breath. The screech of the bed as he positioned himself behind you. Excitement and anxiety swelled in your stomach as you imagined what it would feel like to finally be fucked, to be rutted. “Alpha,” you whined, needing to know now and quickly.
“You’re so wet ‘mega. I could slide right in,” his cock slid against your wet cunt, lathering itself in your slick. He gently smacked himself against your clit like the bully he was. You whined again; his actions only caused the pool of arousal sitting above your womb to swell.
“Alpha, please.” You deepened your arch, widened your legs again, hoping that if you presented yourself perfectly he’d finally put you out of your misery. You weren’t completely wrong. He finally pressed his cock against your hole, you were so dazed, so desperate, you were certain if he just stayed there hot and heavy against your hole, your body which had been clenching on nothing but your desire would eventually suck him in.
Fantasy aside, Caleb pushed in, stretching you open with the fat mushroom head of his cock. You moaned into the pillow, if not for Caleb’s hands on your waist you would have fucked back and stuffed yourself full. Instead Caleb shallowly thrusted his way inside you. Filling you slowly and carefully with every inch.
“Alpha, alpha,” you repeated, as your mind crumbled and broke, only leaving behind your baser omega instincts. You relaxed your pussy, sighing and smiling as Caleb finally filled you, signaling his arrival with the harsh slap of his balls against your clit and a kiss to your cervix. A drunken giggle left your lips. Your hand, which laid uselessly at your side, slithered under your stomach. You felt around, almost amazed that all of his cock was finally inside you. “Alpha,” you slurred into the pillow, “I feel so good.”
Caleb retreated, his cock gliding against your walls as he left you almost empty, only his tip was left trapped inside by your pulsing pussy. Fear, sadness, and dissatisfaction scrambled your mind until he slammed all the way in. The sudden thrust forced another laugh at you. Then he did it again, and again until you were squealing from his cock.
This was exactly what you needed. With you so deep in your heat, pain never registered, pleasure rewrote and relit your senses. His cock was leaving you helpless, nothing but a drooling doll that needed to be plugged by a fat knot. You felt so good, so fucking perfect, you had just started, but now you wanted to do this forever. Emboldened, you tried to fuck back, but a harsh growl from behind stopped you. “Lay there and fucking take it, omega.”
You practically purred, your inner omega wishing she could present herself a second time to your growly alpha. You listened well and let him do all the work, instead choosing to egg on your alpha with your wails and pleas.
“Good little omega knows how to please her alpha,” he cooed as your cunt spasmed around him. “You’d do anything for your alpha’s knot, huh?”
A sharp slap fell across your ass and you were done. Your pussy clamped down like vice as you came in a soundless shout. He didn’t stop, fucking you right through your orgasm.
You need this. To be dominated, to be shown your place. Pinned in submission by your alpha’s cock. Fuck, you loved it. You felt no better than a knot whore, and you loved it.
“Baby, talk to me,” your alpha whispered in your ears. You didn’t respond; you weren’t sure your tongue worked anymore. He asked once more, and when the answer was silence again, he flipped you onto your back.
Not yet letting up on his thrust, he asked, “Do you still need this. You still want the big bad scary alpha?”
You picked your head up from the pillow and nodded desperately, “I can take it,” you promised.
“But do you want to?” he asked, worry pinching the ends of his words. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him deeper into you. You both moaned long and low as he settled in your cunt.
With him fully seated, you were once again reminded of how big he was. How he was molding your cunt to his cock.
As you clenched around him, another moan, this one desperate and broken, left his lips. "Fuck, you feel so good," he whispered.
The sound of his voice, the gravel in it, that was usually reserved for scolding, and when he donned his colonel uniform, pushed your heat into overdrive. You would cry if he didn't continue to ruin you. If Caleb stopped now, you'd never forgive him.
“Please, please, please, knot me, alpha.” Caleb didn’t smile, his lips turned up but he looked more like a satisfied beast than the happy man he currently was.
"Such a polite girl."
Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands pried your legs from his waist. He pinned them down, your knees corralling your panting chest. He started slowly, fucking into your cunt in shallow thrusts, as if he didn’t want to leave your fluttering pussy. You didn’t care; you felt so good, so stretched, and satisfied as your body calmed from your last orgasm.
“Can I knot you like this, sweet girl. I wanna see your face.” You nodded sweetly. “Beautiful,” he husked.
He leaned in, kissing your face as he slotted his arms into the nook under your knees. You were so dazed and satisfied. You let him have his lazily thrusts, completely unaware of the position he was putting you in as he pressed close and closer. One last kiss, and then he almost completely pulled out, leaving just the tip.
“I’m gonna get scary now, ok.” he said softly, and you just nodded. One thrust and you were filled up again.
Your hands clawed its way down Caleb’s back as you gasped and squirmed. His thrusts were brutal, and you were helplessly pinned against his weight and bulk, just taking and taking. Eyes wild, he hyper-focused on you as he smacked his knot against your sensitive cunt.
“Alpha,” you screamed, “Alpha, you’re so close.” You sobbed as his cock wrecked your senses.
“I know omega. You be good and stay still so I can breed this cunt, hm?”
“Yesss,” you hissed, “I will.” As if to prove you could, you bared your neck, offering Caleb the ultimate submission. “ I’ll be good.”
A smile like the breaking dawn stretched across Caleb’s face, “God, you're so amazing.” His thrust was mean, heavy, but his face looked down at you with a kindness and awe that made you shy.
“You really gonna let me mark you, pipsqueak.”
“Alpha,” you whined, “ Don’t call me that,” you groaned, feeling slightly and suddenly embarrassed by the endearment. Caleb leaned impossibly closer, putting your legs on his shoulders and pressing all of his weight on the back of your thighs. He let his hips do all the work as he softly cradled your face
“Tell me” he softly demanded. You couldn’t do anything but gasp, moan and remember to breathe while folded and pressed down like this, so you nodded. Caleb immediately dropped his head in the nook between your neck and shoulder. Quick kisses, and long licks swiped against your neck, unable to resist you leaned in, offering more and more of yourself to your alpha.
Finally, a few more thrusts, and you felt Caleb’s knot try to fit itself into you. The stretch was almost painful. You whimpered brokenly against Caleb’s chest, as your body stretched beyond what you thought was possible. Despite the pain, pleasure still rocked against your body. Your mouth hadn’t stopped moaning since Caleb entered you the first time, and with Caleb prepping your neck for his bite, his mark, your voice only seemed to get whinier and more desperate.
“Alpha, I'm gonna cum. I wanna cum with your knot inside me,” you begged. Just thought of it was enough to bring tears of frustration to your eyes. It was taking too long.
“You will,” he huffed against your neck. One of Caleb’s hands let your knee loose; it flopped around next to you as he held the base of his cock.
“Brace yourself,” he said as he pushed the rest of himself inside of you. Your vision whited out, pain and pleasure mixed like a molotov cocktail, you were right there, then Caleb bit down on your neck, and you were gone.
Caleb growled against your neck as he bit in his mark. His mouth and cock properly claimed you as his. All you could do was scream your voice raw and hope you'd survive your orgasm. The sudden fullness shocked you; your stomach felt full, and your walls felt flooded. The condom? You thought briefly, but another wave of pleasure knocked the thought out of your head.
Even when you stopped screaming your mouth stayed open as you desperately sucked in air. Caleb was locked inside you, he couldn’t go deeper or pull out, yet he still rutted against your sensitive spasming pussy. Rubbing your clit with his crotch.
Overwhelmed you smacked his back, “Caleb! Alpha!” You hoarsely yelled out, as he fucked you to dangerous levels of overstimulation. He ignored you, instead licking your brand new mark. “Alpha,” you sobbed, “ I just came.”
You were scared. Your fingers, nor shampoo bottles, never did this to you. After your first orgasm, you were usually too tired to do anything other than stare up at the ceiling, until your heat spurred you to move again.
Caleb was slowly working you towards your third orgasm in a row. You were almost terrified, but you promised Caleb you could handle it, that you wouldn’t run from completion ruination and satisfaction. The reminder of that promise calmed you down, at least emotionally. Physically, your clit was ready to scramble what remained of your brain cells.
Eventually, he left your neck. He licked his lips as he looked at the mark. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.
You smiled through your sobs, then warned him, again “Alpha, I just came.”
Caleb tilted his head in an unsaid question, “And you’ll come again.”
“Oh god.” You whispered in shock and pleasure as his fingers rubbed against your clit. You closed your eyes and let yourself become lost in the overstimulation when you heard Caleb curse.
“Fuck,” You opened your eyes to look at your mesmerized alpha, “I forgot to put on a condom.” That would become a problem later, but now you couldn’t help but smile at the confession. That’s why you felt so warm and full. Your omega purred.
“You have no idea how good you look, omega. Your pussy squeezing down on my knot as you drip out my cum.” You moaned at the reverence in his voice. “I’m the only one who will ever see this, you're all mine, omega.” His eyes gleamed with a possessiveness that felt all too familiar.
“All yours,” you panted, mirroring the look in his eyes. He smiled, leaned down and pressed a kiss against your forehead.
“Cum for me again, baby. Then I'll apologize for breeding you.”
“Okay,” you happily moaned.
You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, letting yourself relax and accept his ministrations. It didn’t take long for your body to break again, and you did so while sobbing Caleb’s name.
Days later, you were finally out of the prison that was your heat. You and Caleb found yourself wearing mismatched pajamas, standing in the pharmacy, staring at Plan B boxes. Caleb weighed two in his hands.
“Does more expensive mean it works better?” He asked worriedly.
“I think they all do the same thing at the end of the day.”
“Yeah, but what if we choose the wrong one?”
You chuckled and leaned your head against Caleb’s hunched form.
“You know the longer we wait the more likely I get pregnant."
Caleb slightly jumped before looking down on you with a slight glare.
“You know you’re being very casual for someone who could actually get pregnant,” he chided
“You have to fix it alpha, You’re the one who came in me.”
“Yeah?” Caleb leaned down next to your ear, “You’re the one who begged me to.”
Your face grew hot as the memories of the weekend returned to you. After the first mishap, you were determined to wear condoms up until the moment Caleb entered you with one on. Your omega was practically incensed at the rubber texture, and raised hell while Caleb tried and failed to convince you to keep it on.
“Are you mad at me, mate?” His glare crumbled at your slight tease. He was weak to the word, very weak; his face wore a vibrant blush as he grabbed as many different brands of Plan B as he could.
“We’ll just try them all,” he said while pushing his way to the cash register, the basket sitting in his elbow overflowing with boxes. You grabbed onto the back of his shirt, muffling a laugh as you let him lead the way.
“Why are you being so shy?” You asked, “Is this how you feel when you call me pipsqueak?” Caleb didn’t answer, but the red tips of his ears did. “I can’t try all these Plan Bs. That’s not how it works,” you giggled as you both stood in line.
Caleb, still blushing, avoided eye-contact and stiffly looked forward.
“Knowing you, we’ll find ourselves in the same situation during your next heat,” he said.
Butterflies swarmed in your stomach at the mention of your next heat, or doing this again.
“You’ll be here for my next heat, alpha?” You asked, but you both knew the answer.
Caleb turned towards you, his face melted into a small but shy smile, “You know I will.” Playfully, he stuck out his pinky finger.
“Promise,” he said. You latched your pinky to his, both of you teasingly pulling against each other, testing the will of your words.
“Promise.”
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a/n - This is the third CalebMc fic I've ever written and another repost from my AO3. Looking back on it, I'm very intrigued by my characterization of Caleb. He comes off more shy and unsure than I would say he actually is. Nevertheless, this is my most popular fic on AO3. I think it's because of that exact reason. He's very comforting, and puppy-like, but still crazy good at sex, lol (⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑⸝⸝⸝)