Alpha!Eddie Munson x Omega!Reader
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Plot: You were supposed to be just a hook-up, like every other Omega he went out with. But you were untouched, and he was your first... So why the fuck would you go for another Alpha that wasn't him?
+18 omegaverse, fuckboy!eddie, p in v, knotting, accidental mating, oral, smut, rough sex, angry sex, eddie being a lil toxic, biting, angst, happy ending
Full Masterlist of MMM26 here, an event from @stmarchmm
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DAY 5 - ACCIDENTAL MATING
It was supposed to be casual. That's what he told himself.
In all of his years of being an Alpha, from the very first moment he presented, he swore on himself to never mate. Not because he was scared, he just didn't see the point of staying with just one person his entire life, when there were millions out there to experiment with.
Eddie Munson was an Alpha that you could go to for a good time, and that was it. If he liked you enough, he would go a second time. Three times? Rarely. Four times, it never happened.
But then… There was you.
You had entered his record store, looking all pure, smiling at him, untouched… You had never been tasted by anyone else, and he knew it. He could smell it on you, and boy, did you catch his eye. Your scent was sweet, charming, with hints of jasmine dancing around you. He wanted you, and he wanted you badly.
So he took you out, played nice, made you laugh, talked about some anecdotes that for the first time were true. He would flare up some made-up story every now and then when he knew the Omega in front of him was good for just one fuck, but you were inexperienced in that sense. He knew you had liked him, and you knew he liked you too.
He kissed you that night, but didn't do more than that. That was the first flag he should have noticed for himself, because in another instance, he would have been making an Omega go into a triggered placebo heat. He didn't want to boast about it, but he was pretty good at making himself unforgettable in bed.
But you needed time. You needed trust. So he gave that to you. Two dates, three dates, and he could finally take you home. Just as he expected, just as he had smelled, you weren't experienced. Even if opportunities had presented themselves, there was never that one person with whom she felt comfortable doing so.
But Eddie worked you through it, and your slick was the sweetest he had yet. You moaned, winced, but at the end of it, you were crying out his name, drool coming out of your mouth,
"Alpha, Alpha— More—"
And he gave you more.
But he didn't stop. He was magnetized to you, and so he took you to his house again… and again. And for the first time, he had sex with the same Omega for more than four times.
Eddie Munson started getting scared.
He didn't want the commitment, and you looked at him like he was the sole purpose of your life source. He knew by your scent how you felt for him, or at least how your feelings started changing. And then, he said something that shattered your world, as he smoked a cigarette against his bedframe,
"You do know this… is just casual, right?" His voice was rough, and his scent blocked out from your nose. You just sat there, naked, already used and done with. You thought it was going well, and Eddie could smell you getting worked up, anger, sadness, and confusion. He felt he was doing something wrong, but he knew this was the right decision. This is what he always settled for. Solitary life.
"Casual… Right…" Your words were small, and you got up from the bed, making Eddie straighten up, his eyebrows meeting in the middle when you started getting dressed. Normally, you would stay after sex, cuddle him, and talk to him about stupid stuff that, for some reason, he remembers.
"Where are you going?"
"Home. If this is casual, then there's no need for aftercare." Your words were sharp, striking something in him that he never felt before. He heard his front door slam once, and he knew you were gone completely. This was what he wanted. He wasn't going to leave his bachelorette life for one Omega.
But you never called again. You never messaged him again. Where were you? What were you doing? He didn't know, and he was pissed to not have that information. He was pissed that he couldn't ask a simple question to you and get the answers he needed, because again, this was casual.
He tried convincing himself that other Omegas he fucked after you were better, or just the same, but they definitely weren't. He tried with one, with two, and he stopped. It was no use, at least until he forgot about you.
But how the fuck could he? Better question, why the fuck couldn't he?
A week later, he finally saw you. He scented you first, following the tracks of the path you took, finding himself outside a restaurant. He looked through the window, and another scent spiked in his nose. The scent of an Alpha. Strong, sandalwood, proper… And then there you were. Sitting on a table, with a nice short dress on, having some wine with an old mate from school. Steve Harrington.
His chest rumbled, his body raised in temperatures he never suffered before, not even in his ruts. What were you doing with him? Why him? Why the complete opposite of what Eddie was? Why the fuck would you move on like this? Why would you let someone else touch you?
Or maybe this wasn't your first date with him.
That made matters worse. You were his. You shouldn't be touched by anyone but him. He gave you experience, he touched and licked places you've never been caressed. He gave you pleasures at the hand of someone else for the first time, and now you wanted to experience all of that with another?
Over. His. Dead. Fucking. Body.
He got his cellphone out, sent you a message, and proceeded to move away. He was huffing, fuming, sweating, and he almost crashed his car as he drove to your place. Once there, he got out, walking to the front porch, his jaw clenching as he looked into the road. He was not moving from his spot, whether you came back to your house with or without your date.
His jaw was clenched, his eyebrows twitched, and his fingertips felt like they were shaping into piercing, sharp claws. He wanted to rip something apart. He paced on your porch, waiting, ready to do whatever it took to bring you back to him.
And finally, he saw your car pulling up, coming to a forced stop. He could already smell your bitter smell, your anger, slamming the car door shut as you strutted over to him with a pissed-off look on your face.
"What the fuck was that message!? What the hell do you want from me!?" You yelled, and he had sent you a message that could not be ignored. Something that he knew would make you mad. Something that would make you come to him.
'You don't want him. You want me. I'm at your house.'
He was breathing heavily as he looked down at you, his eyes completely dark, and he felt his body burn up at the sight of you in front of him. Days of not having you, kissing you, tasting you, holding you. And now, you left that Alpha stranded at the restaurant because of a simple message he sent. Just one.
"You think he could make you feel as good as I did?" Eddie asked, and you looked at him in disbelief, and his eyes widened, surprised, when you hissed at him.
"I was going to let him try. Can't know if I don't." Your eyes were piercing him, and he cracked his neck at your words, which only fueled his rage.
"And yet, you are standing in front of me." That made you straighten up, your body trembling a little from feeling overwhelmed.
"He will understand. Unlike you, he cares for others, actually does. Unlike you, he doesn't want something casual." And that made him snap.
You were going to try to mate him? You were looking for an Alpha to take care of you for life? Not just a hook up? What the fuck?
"Like hell he doesn't." He saw you clench your jaw, and your eyes became red with tears that were threatening to fall at any moment.
"Leave. I'll block your number. Don't ever contact me again."
And that was the last thing you should have told him.
In a matter of minutes, he was kissing you senseless against the wall of your hallway. He had grabbed you by the back of the neck in the porch and used his Alpha tone to command you to open the door.
If you said stop, he would. He would never do something you didn't want to do. He made sure you were comfortable each time, and even if he was enraged, and his body was moving on its own, if you were to push him off, he would.
But you didn't. You were the one to guide him to your bedroom, you were the one who got on your knees to suck his cock as he taught you to do. Once clothes were shed, he threw you on the bed, climbing over you, fingering you into madness as you clawed at his back.
His lips were against your neck, huffing into it as you moaned loudly. His arm was moving as his fingers were curled deep inside of you. Your slick was gushing out of you, your legs spread with him in between, and his free hand was gripping the pillow your head was lying on.
"You really thought he would be better than me, Omega? I was the one who taught you everything. Every. Single. Fucking. Thing." You only nodded dumbly, driven by pleasure, back arching against his naked chest.
"Yes, yes—" You were breathless, and he moved his fingers faster, your walls fluttering around them with the rapid climax that was building up. He ripped away from your neck, looking down at you, pupils dilated.
"Say you're sorry, Omega." Your nails were scratching at his biceps, and your mind was gone from being so close to your heat date. You weren't processing anything. You just knew you needed to have him after so long of not even talking to him.
"I'm sorry, Alpha, so sorry—" And his fingers pulled out of you, making you whine as you looked at him with desperation, shaking your head. Tears were rolling down your face, not understanding why he had stopped. "But— But I said sorry!"
"You're gonna cum around my cock, and you are going to take the knot you know so well by now." He guided himself and thrust into you with one sharp movement of his hips. He didn't let you adjust. Your body remembered him too well, so there was no need for that. No time needed to be wasted. He needed to knot you and lock you to him so you wouldn't go away.
And if he had to do it for hours, he was going to.
Your body jerked into the bed as he drove into you like a madman. His hands were grabbing onto your headrest for leverage, as your hips arched upwards. His hips slammed into yours, your slick making squelching noises each time he thrusted in. Your eyes were rolled back all the way, mouth open, and cries and chirps of ecstasy came out from it.
You came once, making him hiss, looking down at you as you did. Someone else was going to see that face? Someone else would do these things to you? Someone's cock was going to be clenched by your climax? Someone else but him?
His fangs elongated, his thrusts never faltering, and his eyes circled towards your left shoulder. Hues of purple appearing. Pulsating. Waiting.
Between your bodies, there was a mess of your juices, and he couldn't believe you would have gotten like this for someone else. He didn't want to believe it. You should only look at him. You should only feel him. He wasn't going to let someone else have what was his.
His cock throbbed, his base started inflating, but his thrusts never stopped. Your breath was knocked out of your lungs several times until he finally thrust in, stilling his hips as he growled loudly. He painted your walls white as you clenched once more, milking him like you always did.
He fell on top of you, and you were a panting mess, sweaty underneath him, and completely spent. You were still coming down from your high, and his mind kept reeling back to your smile as you talked to the other Alpha back in the restaurant.
He was growling as his vision turned red. Images of you with another Alpha walking down a park. You and another Alpha fucking you into your bed. You and another Alpha laughing and watching movies. You and another Alpha kissing, moaning, purring. No. No. No.
Everything was blurry, and all he could feel was the rage inside of him. How dare you? After everything—
And the taste of iron made him snap his eyes open.
You were trembling underneath him, choking on your own breathing, but he couldn't see you. Not when his mouth was over your left shoulder. Not when his teeth and fangs were deep into your mating gland.
He moved away, eyes widened, staring at the bite mark as he raised himself up. You were shaking, and he could sense your nervousness. Fuck, he could sense everything now. He could feel almost everything and know what was going on inside your mind.
He mated you. He didn't intend to. He didn't mean to.
"Fuck… I'm—" He didn't know what to say, because he wasn't sorry. He did not regret it. He just never thought he would do it, and much less like this. You were in shock, your shoulder was bleeding, and then your vision sharpened.
Your hand grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down so you could bite his left shoulder back. He groaned at the pain, and the knot that was locked inside of you throbbed in pleasure. Everything suddenly felt quiet. The rage was gone. The nauseating feeling was gone. The feeling of itching all over his body was gone.
And when you pulled away, looking up at him, he realized that it was all because you weren't there. All those feelings are never going to be there again in his life, because you are now his. Completely his, undoubtedly his.
And he was yours.
A smile broke on your face, still breathing heavily, and you spoke,
"My plan worked, Alpha…" He couldn't even be mad. He couldn't even act like he was disrespected in any way. He couldn't be enraged by the fact that you planned this to make him jealous. To make him yearn for you to the point of madness. To the point of accidentally mating you.
He smirked, moving down to take your lips with his, whispering one word against them,
"Mine."
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