Honeywinner06

Your moans filled the walls of the bedroom, broken and hoarse, while the relentless slap of skin against skin echoed like an obscene rhythm in the dead of night.

The air was heavy with the thick scent of your slick, mingled with salty sweat and Alhaitham’s overpowering alpha musk that wrapped around you like a suffocating fog. It had started like this—you on your knees on the mattress, face buried in the rumpled sheets that still carried his scent, your ass raised in silent offering as he took you from behind without mercy.

His large hands dug into your hips, fingers sinking deep into soft flesh, leaving red marks that would ache tomorrow as cruel reminders.

“Look at you, Omega” he murmured in that cold, calculated voice, as if he were assessing a specimen under his scrutiny. “Always so eager to take me, so perfectly willing to spread for your Alpha.”

Each thrust was deep and deliberate, his thick length stretching you to your limits, replacing the plug you’d worn all day with something far more alive and demanding. Your black thigh-high stockings bunched slightly with every movement, the leather collar chafing your throat each time you gasped.

“Please… Alpha…” you whimpered between sobs, the word slipping out in desperation, knowing exactly what it did to him.

His rhythm faltered for a fraction of a second before he growled low in his chest, the sound vibrating through you.

“That’s right,” he rasped, voice suddenly rougher, darker. “Say it again. Call me your Alpha.”

The "title" always ignited something feral in him—his grip tightened, thrusts turning sharper, more possessive, as if the word alone flooded his veins with raw libido.

“A..Alpha!” you cried out as he yanked hard on the leash wrapped around his fist, forcing your back to arch painfully.

“Good boy,(Y/N)” he praised coldly, though his hips snapped forward with renewed hunger. “Only my Omega gets to call me that. Only you, my pathetic little breeding toy.”

Flashbacks flickered unbidden through your mind, cruel echoes of what you’d once believed your life would be. You remembered hiding in the shadows of the Akademiya library one evening, eavesdropping on a conversation between Alhaitham and Cyno, another alpha, one of the few people Alhaitham tolerated enough to call a friend.

Cyno’s sharp eyes had lingered on you earlier that day when you’d brought Alhaitham his forgotten notes. Later, as they spoke in low voices, Cyno smirked and said,

“That ass of his looks like paradise. And that chest of his. Looks like a perfect pillow to rest your head. You’re a quite lucky man.”

Alhaitham hadn’t flinched, hadn’t defended your honor or shown jealousy. He’d only given a faint, knowing smile, as if your body was already nothing more than property to be admired.

You’d felt a twisted thrill back then, stupidly thinking it was pride. How naive you’d been—how utterly, pathetically stupid.

Another memory, Kaveh, ever the dramatic architect and Alhaitham’s reluctant roommate, clapping him on the shoulder after you’d moved in together. “You don’t deserve him, dude” Kaveh had teased, though there was genuine warmth in his eyes as he looked at you.

“But damn, he’s good for you. Look how soft you get around him already. He’ll keep you motivated, that’s for sure.” Alhaitham had rolled his eyes, but later that night he’d whispered your name—(Y/N)—like a promise against your skin while marking you for the first time.

Now, none of that warmth remained. All those dreams of a child, of a loving future, felt like mockery—empty promises swallowed by years of slow erosion until you were reduced to this: a collar round your neck, a plugged hole for his convenience. How stupid you’d been to believe in forever.

How stupid to think loyalty would be rewarded with anything but chains.

Suddenly, he pulled out just enough to flip you onto your back with effortless strength. Your trembling legs were hoisted over his broad shoulders, folding you nearly in half as he slammed back inside with a brutal thrust that tore a scream from your throat.

From this angle, it was overwhelming. You could see the subtle bulge of his cock pressing against your lower abdomen with every punishing drive.

“Just look at that” he said clinically, one hand pressing down firmly on the faint outline forming beneath your skin. “Taking your Alpha so perfectly. Made for me. Nothing but a greedy, worthless hole.”

His gray eyes bored into yours, devoid of the tenderness they once held. “(Y/N)” he snarled suddenly, the use of your actual name laced with fury because you’d dared to squeeze your eyes shut against the tears.

“Eyes on me when I fuck you. I want you to remember who owns you, you disgusting little whore.”

“I’m sorry… Alpha, please…” you sobbed, nails scraping desperately down his arms as he pounded harder, the wet sounds of your bodies joining filling the room.

His thrusts grew erratic, breaths coming in harsh pants as his knot began to swell dangerously.

“F-Fuck… F-Fuck…” he groaned through clenched teeth, head tipping back for a moment as pleasure overtook his control.

Terror and old instinct surged through you, the one last fragment of dignity that remembered your dreams of children born from love, not by force. “Alpha...no, please.” you begged in a broken whisper, voice cracking.

“Don’t… don’t cum inside… not like this…” His eyes snapped back to you, darkening with rage. In an instant, both his hands wrapped around your throat, fingers pressing just hard enough to make your vision spot while still letting ragged breaths through.

“J-Just… shut that nasty mouth of yours, s-stupid slut!” he hissed between gasps, hips slamming forward one final time as his knot locked fully inside you.

Hot pulses flooded you deep, claiming you again against your will, while his grip on your neck tightened in warning.

You choked on a sob, stars bursting behind your eyelids, body betraying you by clenching greedily around him even as your heart shattered further.

How stupid, how utterly idiotic you were, still responding to him, still craving the ruin he gave.

The knot held you both in place for long minutes, his seed spilling endlessly until you felt bloated, used. Only when the swell began to soften did he shift, lowering your legs gently for the first time that night. He turned you slightly onto your side, still half-connected, and ran an appreciative hand over your bruised, leaking ass—fingers tracing the mess he’d made, slick and cum dripping down your thighs, staining the sheets and your stockings.

“What a beautiful work I have done” he murmured almost to himself, voice laced with quiet satisfaction as he admired the disaster between your legs.

“Look at this ruined little hole. All red and gaping, dripping with my alpha seed. Pure perfection.”

Tears welled again at the casual praise, but before you could pull away, his lips found yours—unexpectedly soft, almost tender. He kissed you slowly, deeply, tongue coaxing rather than demanding.

And like the broken, foolish thing you were, you kissed him back. Your hands rose to tangle weakly in his hair, lips parting for him, tasting salt and blood and him. How stupid you were to still melt for this—to still love the monster who used you.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded.

“I hope that greedy womb of yours finally produces something,” he whispered against your mouth, voice low and dangerous. “If not… I’ll be forced to fill it again every single night.”

You had been struggling with money for months. Debts from failed shipments of rare saffron and nightshade piling up like autumn leaves.

To keep your modest botanist stall afloat in the bustling agora, you had borrowed a heavy purse full of drachma from Oikawa Tooru, the celebrated Olympic victor whose arrogance matched his golden laurel crowns.

"You have to pay me on time, pleb, or I’ll take it in other ways, like selling it to someone else”

"Yes, champion. I will try my best to repay it."

"Don't try. Do it, omega" You only remembered, with those words, how he had smirked while both of you were sealing the loan.

Months later...

Twilight bled across the marble columns of Oikawa’s private villa. (Y/N) arrived at the grand doors with a trembling smile, clutching an half-empty coin pouch.

"Who's in there?" Said Oikawa with pompous tone

"Sorry, My lord. But this Omega is looking for You. Says it has an appointment with you"

“I-It's me, champion! Mr.(Y/N)"

"Oh...there you are, (Y/N). Please gentlemen. Let him through. I was expecting your visit much earlier"

"I know that. I’m here to discuss…my repayment towards you, my lord.”

You tried to stay still and upright to maintain some composure and self-confidence, but with Tooru's gaze fixed on you, you crumbled.

"I-I haven't been able to complete the payment, sir, but I promise to pay you. W-With the i-interest paid up to date and in full!"

"I knew you wouldn't be able to pay that debt to me. You even knew the trouble you were getting yourself into." He smirked, almost sinisterly.

"Gentlemen." And with one, two clicks of his fingers, the men guarding him surrounded the poor omega.

"B-But I promised to pay...!"

"Of course I did! And you will, gentlemen. How about you help our guest to a more comfortable area for the poor fellow?"

That's how his men led you, almost against your will, but you followed them since you didn't know the consequences if you disobeyed orders.

The alpha simply approached a small table. From a small compartment, he took out a nearly empty flask containing a liquid similar to water. He took two glasses and poured a few drops into each.

To cover his tracks, he poured wine and placed the ceramic glasses on a piece of wood that served as a tray.

(Y/N) POV

You didn't know what was happening. You were now in an area with a few gardens, covered, of course, but with horseshoe-shaped columns and lit by torches. The alpha approached you with the tray and offered you a drink.

"You know?" he said, taking a small sip from his glass. "It's surprising that even though you didn't pay me, it's honorable that you even deigned to come. Many of those I've invested my humble fortune in, mostly alphas, run away from me. You, being an omega, with... 29 years old?"

"2-27 years old"

"27 years old, and capable of earning money, on honest way, to take care of his little son..."

"N-Nephew. He was my older sister's son."

"Nephew, huh? I was thinking how that waistline wasn't ruined at all after a pregnancy?"

"C-Could you tell me what you plan to do to me?" you said, taking a sip of your drink in discomfort

"I think you have an idea, but... it's not easy to say yes to, almost, prostituting yourself..."

With that, he finished his drink and dropped the glass, shattering it as he approached like a predator stalking its prey.

"So I decided on the simplest option."

He glanced at your glass, and as you looked, you realized what he had done.

"W-What did you...?!" you exclaimed, before dropping your glass as well, feeling both weaker and more relaxed.

"A liquid from my favorite goddess, Aphrodite. Also, just to make you feel a little better, I poured some into my glass too. I recommend you relax and enjoy it."

With that, he began to sniff and lick your neck while aggressively touching your ass as if it were a stress ball.

Your reaction? None.

(Y/N) arrived early in the morning for a quiet day away from the city and The crowd.

He liked the place because of the water's warmth and the calm environment it provided, keeping himself, with a polite distance, from other visitors.

The steamy pools glistened under soft lights, mist curling around smooth stone edges.

(Y/N) sank his body into the hot spring, naked as was custom here, his towel draped nearby. The water lapped at his chest, soothing his nerves.

Hours passed in solitude until the door creaked open. A tall Alpha with silver hair and piercing eyes, stepped in, assuming the private spring was empty for his booking.

He unwrapped his towel without a glance around, letting it drop and (Y/N)'s eyes widened from his spot in the pool. Heat flooded his face as he stared at the Alpha's nudity, his own body reacting instantly.

He submerged to his neck and scrambled to cover himself with his arms, splashing water.

"Hey! W-what are you doing? This... this area is private. G-Get out of here, you pervert!"

Neuvillette turned, unfazed, his gaze locking on the flustered Omega. A smirk tugged his lips as he noted the scent of arousal cutting through the steam.

"Geez, calm down. For your information, I booked it for myself.

"No! I booked it for myself way before You!"

He stepped closer, water rippling as he entered the pool, with no shame at all, just confidence.

You only tried to cover yourself to avoid any incident between the two of you.

"No need to hide your body, deary. We're both men and pride of our bodies"

"You may think that, but I think my nudity is sacred, so get out of my spring, immediately!"

You simply turned your back to him, trying to hide your flushed face from that alpha. Your eyes snapped open as you felt two hands firmly grip your hips, and when you looked down, you saw his cock between your thighs.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! I'm telling you to let me go right n.... mmmhm!"

"Can you shut up for a fucking minute and enjoy the moment?"

He pressed his chest against the back of your head, and with his arms, he held you against him while trying to silence you.

"D-Dear god... you feel so fucking warm"

So, he started moving faster and faster between your thighs, staining you with precum and filling your body with his scent. A light mint and cinnamon aroma.

"See? What was so hard about keeping quiet like a good omega, slut?"

You just watched him, annoyed, as he pleasured himself with your thighs, while you felt his girthy cock rub against your tiny balls. It was a quite guilty feeling you had because of how pleasurable it felt.

"I'm gonna...c-cum,o-omega" he said breathlessly before shooting his seed like a geyser toward a rock on the opposite side from you. You had come a little before him, moved by the rhythmic thrust of his pelvis.

Once he came, he let go of you and sat on the edge, with you still standing, his semen staining your thighs.

Panting heavily, Neuvillette finally released his grip, stepping back with a satisfied grin.

“Fuck… that was perfect, little omega” he murmured, voice low and rough, eyes raking over (Y/N)’s trembling form.

(Y/N), face burning with a mix of anger and lingering heat, scrambled out of the pool, snatching his towel from the edge.

“You...I-idiot!” he snapped, voice cracking as he wrapped the towel hastily around his waist.Neuvillette chuckled, leaning against the pool’s edge, water dripping from his silver hair.

“Idiot? You came even harder than I did, sweetheart. Don’t lie to yourself.”

“Shut up!” (Y/N) hissed, but the Alpha’s thick, warm seed clung stubbornly to the backs of his thighs, trickling close to his ass leaving ticky trails marking his skin despite the water’s attempt to wash them away.