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❥ authors note: this is my first time posting so super nervous, any feedback is appreciated (please be nice)
❥ disclaimer: this is an 18+ post MDNI
❥ summary: an unexpected bump in with an alpha throws you into your first heat and him into a rut
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You hadn’t had much luck in the dating scene, and being Tony Stark’s assistant didn’t exactly leave you with much free time to change that. That was until the day you barrelled straight into none other than Steve Rogers.
“Ahh, I’m such a klutz! I’m so sorry, sir,” you rushed out, bending to gather the papers that had scattered across the floor, ignoring the throbbing in your arm where you’d collided with him.
What was he made of, stone or something!?
A deep chuckle sounded above you before he crouched down, reaching for the rest of the papers.
“Hey, it happens.” He gave you that award winning smile, the one that made all of America swoon and…wow. You totally got it now.
Your cheeks flushed as his gaze settled on yours, it made you feel special someone like him looking at you. Something flickered across his expression, gone before you could place it.
It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him around. He lived in the tower, after all. But you’d never had those baby blues fixed on you like this, and it made your brain short circuit.
And his scent. Mouth watering. He smelled like clean laundry and freshly cut grass all at once. Before you could stop yourself, you took another greedy breath.
Your cheeks burned. God, what were you a hormonal teenager!? You scolded yourself internally.
You couldn’t help it. His scent was so strong, stronger than any alpha you’d encountered. You chalked it up to the super soldier serum. It must have enhanced his scent too.
When you looked up again, still crouched with papers in hand, his smile had dropped. His eyes were darker, nostrils flaring and you felt a sudden, unwanted heat coil low in your stomach.
Oh my god. No. He could likely smell your arousal.
“Thank you so much. I’m sorry again, sir.’ You babbled, standing quickly and smoothing your skirt, palms damp with sweat.
He stood too, as if snapping out of whatever moment you’d shared in the middle of the hallway. Your ears burned as you silently prayed no one had seen.
“It’s no trouble at all, miss.” His smile returned as he handed over the papers.
You avoided his hand and hurried off, not daring to meet his eyes, retreating to your desk.
No one could ever prove it, but you might have sniffed the papers he’d touched later and then thoroughly scolded yourself. God you were a mess! You slump over your desk.
You felt flushed when you went to bed, you cracked the window open despite the February chill unusual for you, but not unheard of.
Hours later, you woke drenched in sweat despite the sheets having been kicked to your feet. A dull cramp twisted low in your abdomen. You ignored it. Your period wasn’t due for weeks, you must’ve eaten something off or caught a fever.
At work, you noticed a few heads turn as you walked past, but brushed it off as anxiety.
You’d barely sat down when Mia, your coworker and friend, leaned over.
“Whew, girl! Did you take pheromone enhancers?” she teased, fanning her nose with a grin.
You flushed to the tips of your ears. “No! Why? Do I stink?” you panicked.
“You don’t stink, sweetheart. Your scent’s just stronger than usual.” She smiled reassuringly. “Probably nothing.”
Over the next three days, the cramps intensified tenfold. Comments about your scent became constant. Sleep was impossible as you were burning up and you despised being away from your carefully arranged nest at home, you felt anxious and raw. Your clothes itched. Your skin felt like it was on fire.
Nothing helped. Not cooling sprays, fans or cold showers.
By Friday, you called in sick and booked a doctor’s appointment. As you put on your coat to leave, your stomach twisted at the thought of leaving your safe, warm nest behind. This is ridiculous, you scolded yourself and grabbed your keys.
The walk was short but when you passed a group of young men they whooped and whistled.
“Smelling good, omega!” one called. You rolled your eyes, pulling your coat tighter.
The doctor didn’t sugarcoat it. You were in pre-heat.
“That’s not possible.” You argued, disbelief sharp in your voice.
“I’m sorry, honey. Do you know who triggered it?” The doctor spoke softly trying to cushion the blow.
You froze. Omegas only went into heat after meeting their mate, the bond would trigger it initially and then it would return each year. For most, it was a beautiful experience but for others it could serve as a painful reminder.
“N-no. I… I have no idea.” Tears pricked your eyes. “Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”
“We can run the tests again, but the results were conclusive.”
You nodded dejected but agreed just incase they were wrong. You really hoped they were.
You sobbed the whole way home, on the phone with your mum. The doctor explained the timeline and when you likely would have met them which you relayed to her.
When you scent them, you’re supposed to just know. Clearly, you thought bitterly, you were defective.
Your mum tried to soothe you, but you cried into your pillow that night anyway.
By Monday, you had only one day of pre-heat left. You took your birth control and suppressant even though they were basically pointless now.
You decided to head into work before your annual leave officially started. Over the weekend you’d bought everything the doctor recommended for an unmated omega going through heat. It would be unpleasant but manageable.
What other choice did you have?
The tower was in chaos when you arrived slightly late. As you rushed inside you noticed there were red lights flashing and alarms blaring loud enough to rattle your ribcage. A sudden tug on your arm made you yelp before a hand covered your mouth.
She dragged you behind the reception desk.
“What the hell is going on!?” You whispered.
“The building is in lockdown. No one can leave. I don’t even know how you got in- it should be sealed.” She winced. “Captain America’s gone into rut but he can’t find his omega.”
You blinked looking back at her quizzically. “So?”
“So he’s tearing the place apart.” She hissed. “He’s barely conscious…the serum’s done more than just enhance him physically.”
You stood up and just as Mia went to pull you back down your breath hitched
Too late. Your gaze collided with his.
Those blue eyes were swallowed by blown pupils, dark and wild. His chest rose sharply and rapidly like he’d run a marathon and his hands were flexed at his sides, fingers curling into fists so tight the tendons stood out.
You whimpered, stepping back away from the desk so he wouldn’t see Mia. You weren’t sure what he could do in this state, he seemed more animal than human. Was he always this tall?
“Don’t. Move.” The words scraped out of him, his voice was rough, raspy.
His scent slammed into you. It was thick, intoxicating and impossible to ignore. Your omega responded instantly baring your neck to him, body locking in place under the weight of his alpha command.
His jaw tightened as he approached, muscle ticking like he was physically restraining himself from just grabbing you.
“Mine.” he growled but it sounded strained, like he was holding himself back.
He dipped his head, inhaling at your scent gland and you felt his hands hover for half a second above your hips before grabbing you, like he’d given himself one last moment to collect himself but he was too far gone to stop this.
Then the world flipped as he hoisted you over his shoulder.
“Steve! Put me down!” You protested, squirming in his grip. His hand tightened reflexively at the back of your thigh before loosening again, as if he’d caught himself using too much strength.
“Still ‘mega.” He rumbled, voice catching but his tone left no room for argument Your body went limp despite yourself.
He carried you through the tower, past blurred faces. When two people, that kind of looked like
other heroes but it was hard to place them upside down, stepped forward. A snarl ripped from him, you felt the way his grip shifted, careful not to jostle you even as he fell victim to his instincts.
You continued on up another set of stairs, down a long hall and finally into an apartment.
He set you down slowly, it felt like he was forcing precision into movements that wanted to be rough.
When you looked up his jaw was clenched tight and his hands hovered at his sides, fingers twitching, like every instinct was screaming for him to grab you back and he was trying to ignore it.
Then another cramp hit. You doubled over slightly, whimpering as heat flooded your body.
“Ahh— I— it’s… it’s you.” Realisation crashed over you. His eyes flickered, you could see the internal battle he was having behind them.
“Make a nest, omega.” He said. Each word measured, his voice low, barely restrained.
Your bodies internal instincts were already taking over, as you would normally want to argue with him but all you could do was ask for blankets and cushions.
He nods his head in the direction of door down a hallway and you start in its direction. He’s crowding behind you as you walk, when you pass one bedroom which smells so strong it almost knocks you off balance. Slick pools between your thighs and a low growl comes from the alpha behind you, it’s rough and seems involuntary, you quickly keep walking.
In the cupboard you pile blankets into his arms. He takes them immediately, shoulders squaring as if he delights in the task. Normally you would carry them yourself but something in you tells you this is right.
He’s your alpha. He should carry them.
You head back to what you have deciphered as his bedroom and begin taking the items from him one by one to make your nest.
You end up dragging the mattress down to the floor to make your nest better. As you do this a low growl comes from Steve who is crowding the doorway, large frame filling the space making it seem almost small. Somehow you can tell that was a displeased noise due to you moving the mattress on your own.
You answer with your own sound, more yip than growl and keep working
Ten minutes later, the nest was perfect. Soft, warm and unmistakably made for you both.
The realisation settled fully on you then.
He stood at the edge of the room, chest rising and falling harshly, his fingers flexed at his side like he was fighting the urge to cross the distance without permission.
“Invite me in, omega.” He murmurs voice tight with restraint.
You swallow, heart hammering. “You may come in, alpha.”
The change in him was immediate, his earlier tension dissipating just enough for a deep rumbling purr to come from his chest. You could tell it was relief like he’d been holding his breath the whole time.
The minute he steps closer you really take in his scent, letting yourself get lost in him.
“I’m sorry omega, I can’t hold it back any longer.” He whines and you can tell he is fighting for control with his other side.
“It’s okay. I understand.” You soothe, your omega desperate to alleviate his worries. He closes his eyes and when he opens them you know this isn’t all Steve anymore.
“Present.” He snarls, his frame towering over you as he backs you up towards the nest.
You couldn’t fight it if you wanted to, you sink to your knees and present for your alpha.
You feel his presence behind you and gasp when his hand lifts your dress up, his fingers trace the seam of your underwear before a forceful yank rips the fabric from your skin.
Your heat is providing enough slick that he doesn’t need to prep you but you feel his hot wet tongue glide through your folds and a shudder racks through your body, your arms give out as you slump your face into the blankets.
He laps at you like a man starved and you’d be blushing if everything in your body wasn’t screaming for more.
“Alpha, please!” You moan, slightly wriggling to emphasise what you want from him. You can almost feel his smile.
“Quiet ‘mega, I say when you are ready.” He growls and your body arches further into him at the words. A pathetic whimper leaves your lips as you submit to your fate. To him.
After you’ve almost passed out from the amount of orgasms he has demanded from your body, you feel him relent.
The distance makes your omega whimper, for which he provides a low growl almost purr to soothe, you can feel him at your back again and then the hard tip of his cock at your entrance.
He practically bullies his cock into you, it’s too big and your struggling to adjust but there is no stopping him. His large hand, which is almost as big as your head, shoves you down into the blankets as he pounds into you, it’s raw animalistic and you can feel your grasp on reality slipping away.
You can feel him stretching you with every thrust your brain turning to mush with every stroke of him inside you.
“Alpha…” you whine, pleased with him. He answers with a growl of his own.
“Mine.” You’re a sobbing mess under him, face smushed into the mattress as he takes what he needs from your body. You feel his pace change into something more feral, hips snapping up at the most delicious angle, heavy balls slapping against you.
You feel your bite mark start to tingle in need as you come undone for the- you’ve lost track of how many times.
“Fuck.” He growls head now buried in your neck as you tighten around him, your body’s way of coaxing him over the edge and that it does, a growl tears from deep in his throat straight into your ear.
He drops his head to the crook of your neck, his ragged breaths going straight on to your skin.
“I’m sorry.” He manages to say although the words sound garbled and like he’s struggled to speak them. Your blissed out brain can barely understand, sorry for what? and then you feel his fangs sick into your neck. Fuck, it hurts!
It doesn’t feel blissful like you’d been told, it really really hurts. The whimper that racks through you is frightening but his rumbles soothe you. You start to clam down and the white hot pain turns to a dull throb, you feel his cock pulsing inside you filling you as his base expands locking you both in place for the best possible chance of impregnating you.
It knocks you over the edge again and this time your elbows fail you and your body gives out, hmm this feels more like the bliss. Luckily, your alpha is quick and agile, he rolls you both to your sides before he falls on top of you and cuddles you close to him, chest still vibrating from earlier.
You feel warm, cosy, blissed out and the most safe you’ve ever felt. It was amazing like your body was a cloud and it wasn’t long before you fell asleep. There’d be lots to discuss when you both could form full sentences again…..
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