College Dorm Omega Part 1/2
You guys are so amazing but I can’t keep up with your love! 😂 I was going to wait until I hit 300 and write a follow up to that Barista Camboy fic that launched me from 100 to 200 followers in less than 3 days. I see you guys and your thirst has been heard! But then, when I was dicking around thinking about that story, I somehow thought of this one instead :)))))
Warnings: ABO, implied omega-slavery/legal prostitution/something but doesn’t go into detail and Peter is overall positive about Tony purchasing him. That’s it for now the smut will be in part 2 😈
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“Come here.” In the line up, he's the prettiest thing. Tony knows he’s taking him home then and there. His dad can eat the price tag and bitch from home all he wants; with Tony at MIT and old enough to claim his own omega he can’t even legally make Tony give him back.
Not that he would have, but. It’s good to have his bases covered. He’s far too close to his rut to want to deal with his dad in person or via lawyer (Howard would definitely sue if he heard the news in the wrong sort of mood).
The omega steps forward as instructed. He keeps his eyes downwards and his hands clasped. The collar around his throat reads ‘Peter Parker’ in a basic but nice enough font.
“I’ll take him.” Tony isn’t in the mood for showy games. If his impatience comes off as rude or peculiar neither Peter nor the employee at this shop show it. Tony has enough money that he only needs one card to cover the full cost, no he doesn’t want a paper receipt just email it, thanks, bye.
He arranges for Peter’s things to be shipped to his dorm (he’ll figure out how to get it to fit later) and then he’s bundling the omega into the back of the car and his driver is taking them back to campus. Soon enough they’re stepping into Tony’s dorm room and Peter is being led to the bed.
“So, you’re my omega now. Legally speaking. But I’m not going to fuck you.” Tony sits at his computer desk and spins in the chair, ignoring the college books and homework he should be getting to in favor of explaining the situation to his new charge.
“Excuse me?” Peter’s eyes are huge and liquid. Tony’s broken enough sorority and fraternity hearts to be immune -if he looks away right now- and continues, pulling out his phone to scroll on social media.
“Yeah, you’re cute, but I’m already taken. By an alpha. He’s great.” Tony briefly looks starry eyed. Peter’s charmed despite himself; his alpha -Tony, he thinks his alpha is named Tony- looks so excited and downright giddy at the mention of this other alpha.
“But...why did you buy me then?” Peter doesn’t want to sound heartbroken, considering he’d been terrified of this day ever since he presented, but now that he’s here and his alpha doesn’t want him...
Okay, he’s a little heartbroken.
“I need you there. For my rut.” Tony winces at how that sounds and hastens to explain. “Not to fuck, like I said, not going to force my knot on you, but I need you in the room. For your scent. Bucky will take care of the rest.”
“Bucky is your alpha?” Peter asks softly. He bites his lower lip and looks down at his hands when his alpha nods yes. His chest hurts and he feels so stupid. Why isn’t he happy that his alpha (Tony. He’s not really Peter’s alpha if he’s already Bucky’s) isn’t the kind of alpha to use and abuse his omega, like in all the horror stories? This is a dream come true for some of the omega’s left behind. Peter feels like he’s entered a nightmare.
“Hey, hey, please- don’t cry, don’t cry, I can take you back, okay? I’m sorry, I thought you would be happy, I was going to enroll you here at MIT with me, but I’ll bring you back and find someone else. You can pick. Whatever you want, just stop crying, okay?” Tony gets off the chair and drops his phone on the floor in his haste to get to Peter. He kneels down and hovers his hands over Peter’s heaving shoulders, frantic and babbling.
“No, no, please don’t bring me back, alpha, I can be good! Please don’t bring me back, please d-don’t leave me alone, alpha-” Peter’s babbling just as much as Tony through his tears.
“I won’t but can you, I mean, I know it’s not like- can you stop crying? I don’t like it when you cry or when anyone cries really but for some reason you crying is going right into my skull and my heart?” Tony can’t stop talking so who is he to ask Peter to stop crying.
“I don’t want to hurt you! I want to fuck you!” Peter’s wailing now. Tony’s even more confused on what he did wrong.
“What the hell is going on in here?” Bucky’s voice cuts across the chaos so cleanly Peter and Tony both freeze in place.
“I can explain.” Tony starts and then doesn’t go on. Peter looks at Bucky with tears running down his cheeks and his broken heart in his throat.
Bucky crosses the room and sits down on the bed beside Peter. He puts his hand over Tony’s mouth before the genius can speak and looks at the distressed omega filling the room up with pheromones that make his inner alpha want to find the threat and rip it apart. He tries to appear non-threatening.
“What did he do, Doll?” Bucky’s voice is soft and low, soothing like dark chocolate and warm blanket nests. He switches from his flesh hand to his metal prosthetic without taking his eyes off Peter when Tony licks his palm like the heathen he is.
“H-he...he bought me today...but he doesn’t. He doesn’t want me!” Peter’s tears start anew with this fresh baring of his emotional wounds. He startles a little when Bucky wraps an arm around his waist, wary instinctively of an alpha that isn’t his, but then he tips over into the bigger man when he understands it’s a hug on offer and not anything untoward.
“Ah. Don’t worry about that, doll. You’re exactly his type of omega. He probably took one look at you and flashed his wallet like the spoiled brat he is.” Bucky gives Tony a look from over Peter’s head that’s fond and exasperated.
“Then why-” Peter leans back to look at his alpha from out of the cradle of Bucky’s strong arm. His alpha still looks as handsome as Peter thought he was back at the shop he’d been sold at; Peter had taken one look at his boyish grin, one sniff of that masculine tang and alpha spice, and been gone for him. So when the alpha looked back, when he called Peter forward, when he also took one look, one sniff? Peter had been floating on cloud nine over the possibilities.
“He’s not very good at communicating.” Bucky takes his metal hand back only because he can sense the pressure against the small plates in his palm from Tony’s teeth and it tickles. The little shit.
“I told him you’re my alpha, how much clearer could I be?” Tony grouses. He’s grinning as he says it and Bucky knows he’s not annoyed or put out in the slightest.
“You could have explained we were open to the idea of him joining, if he wanted to join, or he could stay platonic with you and be a free agent.” Bucky rolled his eyes at his lover. Really. He could understand the schematics of Bucky’s arm from one scientific discipline to the other but he couldn’t do interpersonal relationships for shit.
“He started crying before I got to that part!” Tony shuffles closer to Bucky on his knees, moving like he’s a supplicant to Bucky’s open lap but the older alpha knows his bratty boy better than Tony knows himself. He reaches out and stops him before any seduction or offers of blowjobs can slip from his silver tongue.
“I want to. Join you.” Peter’s words are followed by a blush and a skirting of his eyes up towards Bucky. He cuddles closer to the big alpha and lowers his lashes, face still stained by his tears but a different kind of heat burning in his eyes.
“I want to join both of you.”
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The next part will involve alpha ruts, alpha knots and omega sex, the typical ABO works and the typical amount of smut you see from me. Thanks again for being so positive and encouraging as a community 💖