jaz☆

Vi had prepared herself for it the moment she stopped taking rut suppressants. She hadn't expected the blood-curling, salivating warmth and need that took over her body.

From the moment Vi had presented as an alpha, she took to taking rut suppressants. They were awfully uncomfortable in the beginning, and she certainly didn't enjoy having to spend three days at home, useless and worked up, with something new in, or rather on, her body to take care of.

Most alphas got off them every few months, simply as to regulate hormones and avoid a catastrophe.

Said catastrophe being the situation she is in now. She presented at fourteen, and she's now twenty-one and in college. Seven years worth of suppressed ruts are not kind on her body.

She's a mess on her twin-sized bed. Vi can't help the sob of genuine pain that spills from her lips as she rolls her hips down against a pillow, desperate to alleviate the throb beneath her sweatpants. Her knot's still so swollen, even after having had ejaculated twice in her pants from mere humping. If there's one thing she's grateful for, is that she never signed up for a roommate.

"Vi?"

Vi stills on the bed. She's not quick enough to call out for you to leave and not enter. The door's already opening, and with it, you.

She'd forgotten that she had given you a key. You, her girlfriend and the one woman she's been close with for years. The one who's been with her through thick and thin, reprimanding her when Vi flattened her chest by any means necessary and instead offered safe alternatives.

You two have done many things. Kissing, feeling each other up, and seeing each other naked with the lights out. Going all the way, though? No.

"You didn't come to class today," You call out. There's no ignoring the cloud of pheromones that settle deep in your lungs as soon as you close the door behind you. "The Professor— Oh."

Vi barely manages to sit up. She's clad in nothing more than sweats, her chest flushed and bare save for the binding tape. Pink, damp hair sticks to her pretty forehead. Maybe it's the puffy eyes from her obvious crying, or the way a whine works its way up her throat but— God, you itch to jump her.

"It's my rut..." Vi clarifies the obvious, her words a soft rasp. She scooches back on the bed, resting her spine against the wall, and places a pillow between her legs. As if you hadn't already noticed the bulge down there. "Got off my suppressants and— please help me."

"Shh, it's okay," You hush her gently. Quick to drop your bag, you move over to the bed and climb onto the mattress. She doesn't just look good, but her scent... It's heady and heavy; rich with the warm scent of ginger, smoke, and cherries. "Bet you're real swollen..."

"Uh-huh..."

A whimper escapes Vi as your lips fall on her throat, right over her scent glands. Her hands splay over your hips, fingers digging into the soft cushion to steady herself. She needs to breathe, in and out, hard and slow, or else she'll come untouched again because your breasts are pressing right up against her arm. And your scent...

Your mouth works its way down Vi's throat. Her palms, shaky and warm, slip under your shirt and grip the hem. There's no need to voice your consent, as you only pull back and raise your arms. She leans back against the headboard now, holding back a moan when you settle your weight on her lap.

She's so fucking hard it hurts. She wants nothing more than to be inside of you, feel your warmth around her and bury herself to the very hilt. Vi just hopes she doesn't finish in two damn seconds.

"I really need you..." Vi whines, rolling her hips upward to grind her cock against your clothed cunt. She squeezes her eyes shut, fighting between pulling you closer or pulling you away to get her shit together.

She's meant to be... dominating. Pinning you to the bed with her canines on your throat, and telling you how pretty you'll look with her knot stuffing you full. Instead, she's reduced to a flushed, whining mess. You'd think you've never had your hand down her pants by the way she jerks when your hand wraps around the base of her cock.

"Fuck—" Vi shudders, holding her breath for a few seconds. Honestly, that just makes it worse. There's that tight coil in her belly, ready to snap any second now. "Don't do anything yet, please—"

"Or what, puppy?"

You give her a few pumps, swiping your thumb over the sensitive, pink head. The knot at the base is already swollen, though has yet to have anything around it to catch against. Vi tries to speak, but she stammers, babbling nonsense as your hand keeps working— pumping and pressing, and—

"No— I... I don't wanna cum yet," Vi pulls back before another orgasm can crash through her system and render her stupid for a few minutes. She presses her palm against your chest, guiding you to lay back with her free hand still on your hip. "Wanna..."

Her chest heaves, a bead of her sweat dropping onto your arm. It's endearing, watching her reduced to such a damn mess. She can't speak, and can only manage a whine when you undo your brassiere to toss aside.

"Wanna what? Save it for me for when you're in me?" You finish the sentence for her, guiding Vi's hand down to your skirt. She doesn't need much of an instruction, and is quick to shimmy the fabric down your thighs and feet. Her head shakes the moment the smell of your arousal hits her nose, and again, she shudders. "Want to knot me, puppy? Yeah?"

Vi whimpers with a nod of her head. She's already worked your panties off by the time her fingers meet your warmth. The pads of her middle and ring finger collect your slick as they dive between your folds, spreading it over your clit before lowering down to your entrance again. She ruts her hips against your knee as she works one finger inside, then two once you relax around the digit.

"There you go," You croon, a heavy breath falling from your lips. Your head thumps back against the mattress as Vi curls her fingers, easing them in and out only by a little in a smooth motion. "Just like I taught you. Press your thumb against my clit."

Vi does as instructed, quick to be rewarded with a moan from your mouth. She rolls her hips against your knee yet again, but keeps most of her focus on you. It's hard to do thing properly when her head's swimming and buzzing. She feels dizzy, really.

She works you open like she has in the past, making that warmth deep within your abdomen burn brighter and brighter. Her mouth descends on your breast, tongue flattening over your nipple until it perks up against the warm muscle. You groan, eager to chase the feeling by arching up beneath her to press your tit further into Vi's mouth. Her hands ghost down your sides, eventually guiding your legs to part so that her body can slide between them. She still leaves a space between you two, if only to move her hand and wrist comfortably.

Vi whimpers as your fingers curl into her hair. She knows that you're about to go over the edge, and she knows what to do after much guiding from you in the past. She keeps the same pace of her fingers, the right pressure of her thumb against the sensitive bud of nerves that's peeked out from beneath the hood.

The delicious, toe-curling crest of an orgasm crashes over you with one final curl of Vi's fingers and a tentative lick over your other breast. Your chest tightens with a breath before releasing into the humid, pheromone-thick air between you two.

Vi pulls her hand back, parting her lips when you bring her hand up to her face. Her mouth wraps around the two digits, and Vi groans at the taste of you on her tongue. She wishes she was going down on you, really, but she can't think straight.

"Good boy."

"Stop..." Vi breathes. Her spine bows with another shudder as she inhales, pressing her face right up against your throat yet again. Your scent's overwhelming her senses, and she has to stop humping your leg or she really will— "I'm gonna come."

She inches backwards, clumsily dragging her sweatpants down her hips and knees. The thick trail of hot-pink hairs at the base of her abdomen lead down to the most aching part of her body. The head of her cock weeps with pre, and Vi bites the inside of her cheek as she wraps her hand around herself.

"'m not gonna last long..." The words leave her in a near tremble, cheeks pink as she guides herself to your entrance. Brushing the tip over your clit damn near makes her jolt. She doesn't want to be one of those alphas who doesn't make their partner come during intercourse, but honestly, she doesn't see herself lasting anything beyond two minutes.

At least she's already made you finish.

"It's okay, puppy," You soothe her nerves, brushing a hand behind Vi's ear before splaying your fingers across her damp and tattooed back. The muscles there tense up, the contours shifting beneath your fingertips like hills. Vi brings her head down, enough to brush her cheek with yours. "You've already been so good. You won't disappoint."

And really, Vi won't. There's something awfully sweet about her like this; in the peak of her rut, yet whining like omegas do when they're in heat. It's not the first time Vi's been like this — begging for your touch, needy for the praise that enters her ears like dripping honey — but never this badly. Her eyes, that powdery shade of grey, almost blue, are glossy from tears she's yet to shed.

Vi bites her lip as you guide her inside, and she does the rest by rolling her hips forward. She's slow, awfully slow, and not because she's too concerned about the stretch. She just doesn't want to come in two fucking seconds.

Your arousal eases the burn as Vi presses forward, filling you up until she's buried to the hilt. She cries out a sob — a real, deep, but pleased sound — when you tense around her on purpose. She's big, but what you really want and are only slightly worried about is the size of her knot.

Her breath stutters against your ear as she draws her hips back, then thrusts forward again. Vi's a bit quicker now, but no less careful. Your hands land on her shoulders, and she curses under her breath when your fingers curl over her buzzed nape. She stretches you properly now with every thrust, drawing back only halfway before sheathing herself fully inside again. She whimpers and babbles, and if not for how close she's buried her face against your neck, you'd be wiping her little tears away.

"Y'feel so good..." Vi murmurs, eyes closed shut in concentration. She keeps moving, not bothering to hide the high-pitched grunts and whines with every roll of her hips. Her knot's already catching at your entrance, so very close to slipping inside and locking you two together. The thought of it — the intimacy, the idea of filling you up and the threat of something happening because of it — is damn near enough to bring her over the edge. "Am I doing good? Do y'feel good? Can I come inside? Please..."

"Yeah," Vi knows you're not lying by how tightly the words leave your lips. How breathless. "So good, baby. Wanna knot me? Go on, fill me and—"

You don't get to finish your sentence. Vi's hips snap forward, forcing her knot all the way inside just as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave. Or two. She cries out a moan against your shoulder, gripping the sheets to keep herself upright. The way your cunt clenches around her, eager for her release, is enough to make her whine again.