For your eyes only
Summary: Alpha!Reader helping Omega!Bob through his heat…only she has been keeping a secret from him.
Warnings: P in V sex, mild angst with a happy ending, established relationship but also not quite (teehee), A/B/O dynamics, knotting, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, nursing kink, yay kinks!, female reader, fictional biology shenanigans, slight dacryphilia if you squint, scenting and marking as a kink maybe? Mostly sub Bob with a sprinkle of dom.
Disclaimer: Female Alphas in this world have a knot inside their vaginal canal that inflates when they come, trapping their partner’s member inside. Idk, weird ABO biology.
Word count: 5.3k
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You could smell him all over your room.
His scent was written all over the cushions, pillows, blankets, and furniture. You wouldn’t be surprised if the folded clothes inside your dresser also smelled of him. How was it possible for a scent to be that strong?
Yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad at him, not because of that at least. It was his way of marking you –or rather his territory, as he had said– after you told him you weren’t ready for claiming bites. A sore subject at the moment considering this would, hopefully, be the last heat he’d spend without one.
Bob asked you a long time ago while you were in your rut, if you recalled correctly.
He was under you –panting and moaning like there were no other people in the compound that could be awoken by him– as you rode his cock. It was a sight he enjoyed a little too much: you taking control and fucking him over and over again until he felt like his dick was about to fall off, only for you to keep on going.
Even when drowning in pleasure he always made sure to tell you how much he loved seeing you like that, dominant, taming him into the perfect omega for you to use.
His hands glided over your curves, admiring all of you; how you seemed to glow just for him, how your pussy clenched around his tortured cock, milking him for all he was worth.
It was after you had come for the umpteenth time that night. You were about to get off of him, satiated and full of him for the next few hours, when he popped the question.
“Can you bite me?” He looked at you with glossy eyes, too vulnerable for the short time you had been ‘dating’ by then. Even that term seemed too formal for what you were doing; you helped him during his heats, he returned the favor during your ruts, simple as that.
“Maybe next time, baby. Let me take care of you for now” You dodged the question, avoiding the intimacy the moment begged for.
To him you were everything, more so in those intimate moments when he let himself dream you belonged to each other.
His mind replayed those tender moments: the way you nibbled on his mating gland, or when your knot caught him like he was your mate. Those moments when you acted like you were his alpha, when you played along with your instincts. If only for a moment, they gave him hope that maybe one day it would come true… or so he told you once while drunk off of the trace of your pheromones.
You were not official then, not in the common way bonded pairs were, both too afraid to break your new-found family. That was the excuse you agreed upon, but the truth ran deeper than you cared to admit.
You were dysfunctional people brought together by pain, yes, but you were also held together by love.
Love you didn’t know how to handle.
It took you some time to learn, and he was patient enough to wait for you. He didn’t ask the next time you had sex –nor the following ones– anticipating your answer to remain the same. Still, you took care of him.
He was not yours per se, but you would still treat him like he deserved. You cleaned him after his cum spilled all over the base of his softening dick, you made sure he ate, and made him drink water even when he insisted he was fine.
Your fondness for him grew in that time, even when sex wasn’t involved. You were not used to people being patient enough to stay without something to gain and Bob was soft in ways only possible for someone who loved, truly loved.
It was meant to happen eventually.
Days passed, then weeks, which turned to months, many months went by. You became official, though the whole Thunderbolts team knew by then.
Yet you hadn’t bitten him, nor let him bite you for that matter.
A fact that you were starting to regret as you were now pacing from one side to another in a room flooded by the echo of him with no respite.
“Are you ready yet?” Your tone came out more strained than you had expected.
“I– almost, just… uh. Wait a few more minutes, it needs t– to be perfect” His voice bloomed from inside your bedroom.
Bob had spent the past few hours tossing and turning every pillow, blanket, comforter, and used clothes into a nest.
A nest you had not yet been allowed into because he kept doubting himself over it. ‘Too messy’ he said the first time you asked, then it was ‘too cushiony’, after that you just gave him space to sort it out on his own.
He had a knack for rebuilding the nest a few times before letting you in, a process that usually tired him out for a while. Usually it wouldn’t be an issue, but you could hear him huffing and puffing inside, a sign that his strength was going to be leaving him sooner rather than later.
His pained whimpers brought you back to the door, ready to open it by force if needed be. You were already a tad worried for him as it was, but with him so close to his heat, you needed to be there for him.
“Bob, honey. I know it’s your call, but let me assure you it’s already perfect. Just let me take care of you” You said after hearing him cuss, most likely at another piece of clothing out of place.
“A–alright. You can come in” The door opened slightly ajar to reveal your disheveled omega, moving aside and letting you take a peek inside.
He wore the clothes you had bought him during his last heat, all smooth textures with no chemical scents that could irritate him. “Hi, gorgeous” Bob took a step towards you, sniffing you out before scenting you. A ritual you shared whenever you were about to enter his nest. Confusion drew itself over his face “Did you put on perfume?”
A light chuckle escaped you “Well, hello to you too” You stepped inside, looking for the coat hanger behind the wooden door.
As soon as you did, you took a closer look at your omega. His face was flushed, most likely a result of his previous strain “--Also, not really, I would’ve let you know if that was the case. I remember you being very particular with the scents you let into your nest, baby” You hung your hoodie, no longer required with how hot the room would get in the next following hours. “Why do you ask?”
“It’s just– you smell… different. Softer. Creamier?” That made you stand still for a second, wondering if he suspected anything. But he just looked tired, maybe dazey too.
You decided your big news could wait “Must be the hair conditioner"
“Huh… figures” Bob continued after you, instantly forgetting what had him so preoccupied “Mind the pillows I left near the entrance, though. I didn’t know where to put them”
There, in the middle of your bedroom, by the foot of your bed, lay his makeshift nest: a collection of every soft fabric you owned. It was messy in an endearing way. There was thought behind the oval shape of it, a result of the many times you’ve spent your cycles together. Your mingled scents permeated on every available inch of the nest he had just built.
Aside from sex, nests meant proximity, trust, protection and safety. It was obvious that Bob thought highly of you if you were allowed in there. It meant a lot for an Omega to trust another denomination into their intimate space, so you reserved a quiet admiration for him every time he let you in.
“Thank you, Bob. It’s beautiful” You closed the distance between you with a chaste kiss to his cheek “ –just like you.”
His answer came in the form of a shy smile, too embarrassed to retort anything back for a few seconds, but his blooming scent let you know how excited he was about you being there. The smell of him was sweet during his heat, a ripe peachy scent that reminded you of summer days and love.
“I was actually surprised I was able to finish it before the worst of it b– began” As if on cue, a wave of his heat had him buckling. You were quick to help him into the nest, carefully laying him in the middle of it, surrounded by your scent. “S–see? I don’t think I– I’ve ever made it this far while still conscious”
You hummed, already suspecting why “I had a feeling this one might not be as strong” He tried to look at you, questioning why you would think that, but you rushed your lips to his jaw, peppering soft kisses everywhere your mouth could reach before he could get in a word.
A long content sigh escaped him, like he had been waiting for you to take control. You could feel his strength waning with every passing second as he started leaning on your body, readying to go into full heat in a matter of hours. “It’s fine baby, I’m here. We can cuddle, if you’d like?”
Immediately, he started curling up to your side “Y– yes, p–please. I’d very… much like to…” as he slurred his speech, seemingly falling asleep by the end.
Warm sunlight beams fell on the nest, making it glisten around you in an embrace worthy of a God. It was perfect for your exhausted bodies to rest after a long day's work.
His face fell on the hollow of your shoulder. His breath cascaded over your neck, letting goosebumps bloom all over your skin. With the last of his strength he managed to inch closer to you, draping his leg over your lap as if trying to melt into you.
Your hand found a rhythm tracing the tip of your nails over his back, knowing it soothed him to be like this with you as much as it soothed you. The corner of his mouth formed into a half-smile, an unequivocal sign of a happy omega.
The tranquility of the scene made the news you had for him much more bearable.
His breathing became more contained, heavier, and then it turned into a cute snore as you fell deeper into the welcome embrace of sleep too.
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A couple of hours must have gone by, that much was for certain. The sun that only a few hours ago seeped in through your curtains was now hidden behind the horizon, leaving only the cover of the night.
The cushioned comforter underneath you was soft enough to let you thread the thin line between sleep and cautioned vigilance of your omega. Not that he needed you to care for him, he is the Sentry, but you enjoyed doing it.
You tended to be protective of him, even before you started having sex.
You noticed how he would stay back sometimes because he feared spoiling things for everyone else on the team, how he tried to ‘make himself useful’ by cleaning around the tower, or how he started pushing himself harder to control his powers, so you made an effort to make him see how much he was appreciated in your team.
After that he made sure to let you know how much he enjoyed being taken care of, always keening at your attention.
When things became more intimate you were expecting him to be more dominant, with his powers and all, but that was not the case. Bob adored seeing you above him. He wore submission proudly like a collar, it was inherent to him. He was proud to be yours. Not once did he ever try to take control over you or demean you as an alpha.
It was the way he serviced you like you were a goddess and him a humble preacher that made you fall head over heels for him.
Yet you had not allowed yourself to bite him. You considered yourself selfish in that regard, not that you wanted to be. You were certain he would love to have your claim on his skin, to belong to you, truly and wholly. That was part of the news that waited for him later during his heat, if he reacted positively to the other big announcement.
By then you had fallen into a deep sleep, dreaming of the way his skin would feel under your fangs, the way his gland would explode and fill your mouth with his scent.
Then you felt the wet warmth of a presence rutting itself into you, desperate and hungry for your touch.
You woke up to his member rubbing against your leg, leaving behind a wet trace that did nothing but entice you. Your hands reached for his face, now red and teary-eyed. His nose was glued to your mating gland, sucking up all your alpha pheromones while trying to ground himself.
Stumbling over your movements, you began discarding the various layers of clothing you still had on. Save for his long-sleeved shirt, his own garments had long been discarded next to you, adding to the growing pile of scented fabric in his nest. “Don’t worry, omega. I’m going to take care of you”
His contained whispers echoed in the dark “A– alpha please– I need… I need to be inside you. Need my –ghn my cock inside. Wanna fuck y… you –Ah” Your heart began to race, though not with worry. Quite the contrary. You were already taking him into your arms as you slid your panties off of your legs, pushing them aside with your feet.
Your eyes roamed over the little glimpses of his body you could catch under the moonlight. The low light of the stars let you see the fat beads of sweat building up all over his body as you dragged his shirt off of his glorious torso. What little skin of his that you managed to touch became searing hot in anticipation.
“Oh, baby. You look so good for me… my precious omega, so sweet.” A pair of callused hands found your waist before your bra could be completely unclasped. Bob’s hands –in a demonstration of his superhuman strength– mounted you over his hips, letting you feel the effect you had on him. “Woah. Bob, wait–”
The scalding heat of his cock welcomed you. The pulsating member was flush against your aching pussy, slipping between the folds of your lower lips. “Honey, relax. Let me take care of you first–”
“Don’t wanna wait. Hng– I’ve got to f– fuck you now” Just then he tore off your bra, letting your breasts bounce up and down as he started rubbing up on you. His member slipped along your entrance in long, devastating strokes. It was unusual for him to take the lead, more so when it directly meant disobeying you. “Gotta f’ll you up”
You grabbed at his shirt looking for a semblance of power, your alpha status on the line as you lost control over Bob.
He may be the strongest member of the Thunderbolts, a being only to be surpassed by gods –and even that was a hard maybe– but he had never behaved this way with you, usually more tame, letting you use him as you saw fit –or better yet– letting you care for him.
Nothing like the starved man beneath you.
Bob continued rocking his pelvis, throwing you off balance. It was like his body acted on its own accord; looking for friction or a way into your hole, whichever came first.
You tried backing away, hoping to regain some control over him, but he kept firm his hold on you “D–don’t leave me, please. Y-you always h’ve to leave and I–” A cry erupted from him, uncontrollable and telling of how much his heat affected him. “I want– no, I need you here. I need to pup you. Lots of pups, I’ll give you as m–many as you’d like. Need to– Ah, be a good omega f’r you to claim”
His mouth started planting kisses over your body, licking here and there, leaving lovebites over your skin while he slowly descended over to your breasts. He latched on to your left nipple, roughly suckling at it like he would die if milk didn’t come out of it.
“My poor omega, so sweet for his alpha. Is that why you’re acting up?” You scratched his dark locks of hair tenderly. His face was still buried on your chest, shying away from your gaze.
There were very few times where you had seen him like this, mostly when you had to calm him down before he neared an omega drop, which would inevitably lead to the void showing up. “You don’t know how much you already do for me, lovely. You’re perfect,” You whispered to his ear.
“So perfect, in fact, I will let you off with only a warning” You readjusted your position over him, teasing his cock with your clit. His tip was an angry red, almost demanding an answer to why it was not yet buried inside your wet walls.
Your folds molded around it as you slid up and down his length, gradually welcoming it into your hole. “Be a good omega for me and behave, alright?”
He nodded instantly as you eased him into you, inch by agonizing inch, accustoming to his size on the way down. He was big for an omega. Hell, he was big even for an alpha. It was a wonder how you even fit him inside.
Your half-formed knot made the drag all the more palpable for the both of you as your walls stretched thin for him, making you sensitive to his every pulse.
A groan escaped your lips. You had the fleeting thought that maybe even a soda can would’ve been an easier fit. You stopped at the halfway point, panting and even a wail threatening to spill out of you. It was a tight fit with your knot making his entrance near impossible. You felt full already despite the urgency of his whimpers.
You saw it in his eyes then –a glint, like an idea struck him right then and there– he had chosen what to do with you.
Bob grabbed your hips and sheathed himself completely inside you in a single thrust, hitting your cervix as your outer labia reached his base. Time froze for you then. It was dizzying and disorienting as much as it was electrifying.
Every nerve stood still, waiting for you to decide whether you were feeling pain or pleasure. Maybe both in the exact same quantity. “I– ghnng– I t–told you to b– ah– behave”
Each breath took more and more effort, you felt like the sheer size of him could –and would– tear you in half. Thank god he didn’t have a knot. “W– what is up with y–you today?”
Your omega finally let go of your nipple, now puffy and swollen, and nuzzled into your neck wordlessly. He opted to distract you from the overwhelming sensation running through your system. Another task –usually reserved for the alpha– that he had taken for himself.
Silently, he held you to his chest. Your scents mixed in a concoction of sweat and saliva, as he started moving again.
You held onto his shoulders –fingers digging into his skin– begging for him to let you ride him at your own pace, but you were only rewarded with a mumbled “Just wa’na b’ yours”
And there was a vulnerability to that answer that clawed at you.
Bob was fragile, not physically, but deep inside. His years as a substance user left him emotionally raw after consuming every time he got close to feeling too much. The consequences translated into him not dealing well with strong emotions, the same ones which you had him facing ever since you met. Love, happiness, frustration and passion were some of the few he could name off the top of his head.
He fell for you instantly, you would have needed to be blind not to notice the way he followed after you with big puppy eyes. You took your time coming to terms with the way you felt around him: safe. It was a foreign feeling, but also a welcome one.
His erratic throbbing soon gave way to his cock hitting your G-spot. You gasped –loudly– when he did. That simple gesture awoke something in him. Like a man possessed, Bob turned you over. Now you lay beneath him, missionary style, while he pistoned at your poor core chasing after his own orgasm.
Only one thing came to mind that would calm him down for sure.
You fought through the mental fog starting to form on the peripherals of your vision, closing the distance between you two. Your opened your mouth and bit down on him. Not hard enough to leave a mark, much less claim him, but deep enough to get a reaction.
“YES, God. A–alpha. Mark me, please, I–”
Without warning you, too, reached your peak. You felt your knot tightening around him. It earned you a couple of pained moans from Bob, who was already drooling at his mouth. “Y–yes. Ah– let me ghn– let me fill you. ‘M gonna b–breed you. Good, so good f’r you”
Boiling ropes of thick cum filled your womb. He kept uselessly humping your gummy walls, riding out his climax until he could no longer move.
A few minutes went by in silence; both of you satisfied for the next couple of hours, or until another heatwave hit him.
Bob plopped down on you, boneless and oversensitive. His hands reached for the back of your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer to him. His legs rested behind them, letting you sink into the nest he made as he rested his face on your breasts.
Apparently they had become his favorite spot to lay on, unbeknownst to you. His mouth reached for your other nipple instinctively, quickly latching on and sucking away. Something that you would consider somewhat cute, save for his previous actions.
“You’re bad, y’know that? Ruining me like that…” Your fingers went back to his, now damp, hair.
His hips stuttered, his body seemingly melting under your undivided attention.
“Now, baby, let me get up. I need to–” But his arms embraced your naked torso like his life depended on it.
His face sank itself even deeper into your breasts when droplets of warm liquid started descending over your chest.
Was he crying?
“N– no. I need to make sure it takes –I w’na b’ good f’r you” He trapped you in his warmth, keeping you still below him. Once more, denying your place as his alpha.
This could have been a treat for him had he behaved like you asked, but you just couldn’t ignore the utter disrespect to your dynamics he gave you in exchange.
“Bob, what’s going on?” That stopped him in his tracks, like a spell was broken with the groan that followed your voice. He let go of you, placing as much distance between you as both your knot and his arms allowed, as clarity regained its control over him.
“N–nothing’s going on. Is something going on? I didn’t notice” The words kept spilling from his mouth one after another in an inconsistent string of thought.
He sounded nervous, his voice slightly high-pitched until you interrupted his rant “Why won’t you let me take care of you?” If you were to spend the rest of his heat with him, you needed to get to the bottom of whatever was bothering him.
He had the nerve to look dejected at that. His eyes turned to look at the tainted blankets, the floor and even the wall just to avoid meeting your stare. What was going on? “I’m serious, Robert. If something’s wrong I need to know it, I’m your alpha–”
“You’re not, though. A– are you?” His voice cut through your sentence.
It wasn’t a lie, but it still hurt when he said it so… nonchalantly. His voice wasn’t cold, nor poisonous in its regard, rather he stated it like the well-known fact it was.
His eyes opened instantly, realizing how rude it came out. “I– I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, It’s just–”
“N– no, it’s alright. You’re not wrong, but–” Your voices scrambled together into an incoherent stumble of words.
Truth was, that last part tugged at your heartstrings. You’ve had conversations on the matter. He told you it was alright, that he understood you needed time, but deep down you knew he had been thinking about you not claiming him.
Silence fell on you, not quite tense, but certainly not as lovingly as before.
You opened your mouth, first trying to sound out what you wanted to say “I’m– ” but you paused. You didn’t want to dampen his heat with your selfish concerns yet “Do... Do you not want me to be your alpha anymore?”
“O–Of course I want you to be, ever since I first saw you I knew you were the one” His hands reached for your face, cradling it with all the love and care he could muster up “ –that’s why it’s so painful that you won’t claim me.”
There, his secret was out in the open. A wound that hadn’t healed.
“Besides, I– I know your scent. You smell different, l–like good-different. Something’s up with you too, and you w–wont tell me what that is either” His eyes threatened to spill again.
Your hand moved on its own accord, swiftly placing itself over his reddened cheek. Your mouth formed into a thin line, nervous to spill the secret you’ve kept from him for the past four days.
“I know I’m hard to deal with. I’m clingy, and awkward, and I know I must have done something to bother you but–” His voice choked up, a knot forming in his throat. “I love y–you, I truly do, and it hurts knowing… maybe I’m not good enough to be yours” Your thumb cleaned the tears falling off of the corners of his eye.
There was a hum inside your throat, like you wanted to tell him, but dared not, for the life of you, say it yet. “You’re more than good for me, Bob. I’ve told you a thousand times, you’re perfect, you–”
“Then why won’t you claim me?” His lips pursed, voice wavering. He, too, wanted to get to the bottom of this once and for all. “Why call me yours when you’re not willing to bite me?”
“Because I’m afraid you’ll leave when I tell you that I’m–” Your hand left his cheek, rushing to your mouth trying to cover your slip up.
“That you’re… what?” His eyes brightened, you didn’t know if it was a result of the tears or if he was hopeful for your answer.
“I didn’t want to affect your choices. I– I wanted to tell you instantly, but then you told me your heat was near and I panicked, and I didn’t want to ruin it for you in case you wanted out–” It was your turn to stammer through your words, trying –in vain– to avoid the inevitable.
Bob’s hands reached for yours, stilling them on your chest “J–just tell me what is it. I– I will fix it. Are you alright? Is it your health? Or.. are you seeing anyone e–” The bravado he tried to project failed miserably as a quiver broke his voice.
“No! I– I would never do that to you. I’m yours, it’s just that I’m–” All air left your lungs, fear invading your body “I’m pregnant” You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for his reaction.
Something between a laugh and a whimper came from him and a couple of warm droplets fell on your face. You opened your lids and found his nose almost touching yours, his pupils staring right onto your own. He ported a happy –if crooked– smile. “Really?”
“Yes–” His entire weight rested atop of you, his arms hugging you anew. He full-on cried as your hands hovered over him, still unsure if he was serious. Even with all the evidence of his happiness right in front of your eyes, you had a hard time believing it.
Bob’s eyes “O– Oh, god. Wait–” He lifted his body off you, suddenly conscious of your heavy breaths after being under him for a while. A million thoughts ran through his mind in an instant, an avalanche of things now making all the sense in the world.
“Is this why your scent is all syrupy all of a sudden?” He kissed your temple.
“Yes” A smile formed on your face too, now certain he was excited.
“Why– h–how did you know my heat would be tamer? I–is it like an alpha thing to know that?” Another kiss was planted on your cheek.
“Partially, yes. I read that an omega’s heat may be dampened, or even completely eradicated, by their mate’s pregnancy, but the latter is more likely to happen after the first trimester has passed and the heavy hormonal changes start happening” Bob stared at you, his mouth in a ‘O’ shape “Hence why you did get your heat while I’m barely in the first trimester” Three more kisses were peppered across your forehead.
“...So, now that you know I’m more than willing to stay…” His voice came out in a whisper, expectant and nervous for your answer.
“Yes, I do want to bite your pretty scent gland” Your lips started exploring his neck, teasing and nibbling wherever your instincts took you. “Make sure you are mine. My omega” You clenched down on him, tugging at his cock with your already distending knot.
That pulled a whimper from him, his cock springing into action in slow pumps as his cum spilled from your abused hole “Good, because you’re n–not going anywhere in the next couple of days. We’re gonna stay here, and I will make sure you never, ever, doubt my love for you again”
He turned you over –mindful of your state– until both your bodies rested comfortably on his nest. His movements were a far gone echo of his previous actions, every touch with infinite reverence. Your breath hitched as he took his softening length out of your pussy, his cum spilling in the process.
“Just so we’re clear,” You began, now face to face with your lover “You were mean, you know that?”
Bob inched closer, resting his face on the crook of your neck “I’m sorry. I was afraid, but that is no excuse for me to rough-fuck you. Are you alright? I will make it up to you” His hand started roaming over your curves, exploring every part of you like he hadn’t seen you naked a thousand times before.
“S’ fine, you’re lucky you’re very cute. Though…” A feline smile appeared on your mouth “I do think you deserve a punishment”
“We still have a few more days to go and, as far as I know, my schedule is free in case, y’know, you want to give me my well-deserved bite”
Another laugh escaped you “Way to be subtle, Bob”
“What can I say? I’m a mysterious man”
“Sure you are. Now,” You reached behind him, grabbing a blanket and hurrying to cover both your bodies under it “Let’s catch some sleep before you jump my bones again”
He held you close, his breathing evening at last “Can’t wait”
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