#michael whb

The smell was awful.

So many different people with distinct pheromones, mixing together into a deadly cocktail that overwhelmed your senses. It didn’t help that your nose was extra sensitive after your rut came unannounced, smelling not only the unique scent of clinics and hospitals, but also every person strolling outside the door. It made you nauseous, a symptom you normally didn’t have.

Your body was heating up as you saw everything double and blurry, your own scent slowly filling the room. It was thick enough to be cut with a blade. Damn it… to think you’d suddenly develop some kind of scent sickness when your rut’s this strong, as if the universe was playing a cruel joke on you. Since you didn’t know how to handle it by yourself, you came to the nearest clinic around. Taking suppressants could be an option, though you wanted to hear what the doctors say. Especially because of this unusual pheromone adversity.

It didn’t take long until the door to your room opened, and the nurse from before came in with the results of the diagnosis. You squinted your eyes at the name tag, it seems his name was Michael. His hair was tied up in a neat bun as he glanced down at the sheets, explaining, “so, the test results say there are no abnormalities with your body.” Hearing that, you immediately argued, “that can’t be…! I’ve never gotten dizzy because of pheromones. Are you sure nothing’s wrong?”

He glanced up from the notepad, furrowing his brows at you, “if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be telling you all this. Anyhow, the doctor said must be a side effect of excessive meds consume, and perhaps stress— have you been taking any?” You nodded slowly, remembering how you might have overdosed on them, just a little. How were you supposed to know there’d be such heavy side effects?

“Is there anything I can do about it…?” You wondered, noticing his expression turned sour with you. Heck, you could even swear you saw him rolling his eyes…!? Surely that’s not how a proper nurse acts— nevertheless, he didn’t answer right away since he was contemplating whether he should say ‘suck it up’ or propose something.

Normally, things related to hormones and ruts or heat cycles stabilise itself with time. It’s just a matter of balancing your hormone level after all, so a healthy lifestyle would fix a lot. But since you were looking for a quick solution, he suggested, “this isn’t any professional advice, but, you can try intercourse. It should help you release all those suppressed pheromones more easily, so that your body can re-stabilise.”

So… in the end, it comes down to you having sex. Great, not like you couldnt even get near anyone without gagging in disgust. How were you supposed to get it up in such a situation? You were about to snarl back at him, until you realised something crucial. How comes you didn’t notice? The nurse right in front of you was an omega, and you haven’t gotten sick from his scent despite sitting so closely together. This means if you could get him to—

“Not a chance.” Michael said, glaring at you. “W-wait, how did you know what I was going to ask?” You were surprised, by not only that immediate response, but also at the harsh rejection. He crossed his arms before his chest, scoffing, “I could read it from your face and no, I’m not doing it.” Hearing that, you couldn’t hide your disappointment, this was such a rare opportunity! Where were you going to find another whose scent doesn’t trigger you?

As a result, you tried anything you could think of to convince him. Money, favours, or even pleading, yet nothing worked. Sure, you knew you were kind of crossing a line, yet it was worth a try. Otherwise, you’d have to tolerate this motion sickness until who knows how long. Evens so, his constant refusal got frustrating enough that you muttered to yourself, “tsk… I’m going to file a damn complaint at your management.”

You didn’t mean anything by it, really, you were only complaining for the sake of it. But it appears he overheard you and slammed the notepad down, yelling, “No!” The volume made you jump in surprise due to how loud it was, your eyes widened as he began blabbering to himself about stuff you didn’t understand, “Lucifer-Hyung warned me that if I get any more complains because of my ‘behaviour’ that he’s not going to allow me to work here anymore..! That cant happen, I can’t disappoint him— I want to keep working under him at the same workplace.”

Suddenly, he turned his head to face you again, groaning slightly annoyed, “don’t you dare tattle on me. You want to cure your nausea that badly?” You nodded, a little confused by the turn of events. “Then lay down. I’ll do it, and you promise to stay quiet in return.” While you weren’t sure what exactly just happened, you weren’t going to say no. In fact, this misunderstanding was working in your favour, so you simply climbed onto the clinic bed, and popped yourself up by the elbows. “Swear to god.” He demanded, and you complied awkwardly. Finding that condition to be… a little out of the ordinary.

It seems he was satisfied with that, so he joined you on the mattress, straddling your lap. His thighs bracketing your hips while his hands pressed against your lower abdomen, traces of the frown from earlier still visible on his complexion. “Also, this is an one-time thing.” The male added as he fumbled for your zipper, pulling it down with efficient fingers. You found his actions didn’t really match his tone or demeanour, which was kind of endearing.

Or maybe you only thought so due to your rut, since it was potent enough to make you burn up with lust. If it weren’t for all those scents that disgusted you, preventing you from actually getting aroused, you would have long lost your reason. At this point, you’d probably find anyone with a bearable smell and hole to be sufficient, that’s how painful it has been. The contradictions in what your body wanted and needed proving to be a real challenge.

Once he managed to pull your pants down, your arousal became even more apparent. Already on the edge of being fully erect without having done anything, precum leaking through your underwear and creating a sticky, darker patch. He didn’t waste any time as he stripped his own lower half, letting his torso stay clothed with his uniform. His fingers reached back to slowly rub and tease his own entrance, his other hand yanking the last scrap of fabric down your legs and freeing your cock.

Your sex hit your own lower abdomen and left some trails of pre behind, before it grew in size again, until it had fully hardened. Judging by the fact that a pretty attractive omega nurse was currently fingering himself open for you, the reaction was understandable. Slowly but surely, Michael’s body also began producing evidences of his own arousal. A sticky and clear fluid flowed down his soft-looking, milky inner thighs, his palm soaked with that substance.

“Ngh… ha-haah bloody hell.., why is this so… ngh, difficult…? uh-uhmMff…!” He whimpered whenever his fingers brushed over a rather tender spot. This continued for a little bit and not long after, small groans slipped past his gritted teeth. He arched his back and leaned forward, squeezing his eyes shut but not stopping the movements. That pose allowed you to have a perfect view at his cleavage, and damn your hormones for reacting like some highschooler.

By now, his body had produced enough slick for him to easily slip two fingers into his tight heat. He curled his digits, head thrown back as his body trembled with each press against his squishy insides. A small blush crept onto his cheeks, spreading all the way down to his shoulders once he began using scissoring motions to stretch himself out. In his mind, he was cursing at himself— just what kind of mess did he get himself into? He was actually going to have sex with a patient during working hours..?! That’s totally against the rules too, no?

Not that it mattered to him that much, he wasn’t too keen on this job anyway. If it weren’t for the personal reasons which led to him deciding to become a nurse... Nonetheless, his own body was beginning to react to your pheromones. It’s been lingering in this room for a while now, though he managed to ignore it for the most part. But now that he was heating up, getting more sensitive, it started to affect him as well, messing with his perception and nerves.

Why did it have to smell so soothing? So comfortable.., he was getting delirious. His eyes half-lidded as saliva drooled down his chin, fingers shaking as he pulled them out. This must have been enough preparation, he should just get it over with as quickly as possible. With that being said, he grabbed you by your shaft roughly, coating everything with his natural lubricants before pointing the tip at his own gaping hole. “Ngh… you better don’t move.” He warned, though the threat was dulled by the trembles in his voice.

Gradually, you were able to pick up the smell of his pheromones more clearly as well. This was proof that he was getting into this. It was a sweet, somewhat fresh scent, overwhelming enough to make your instincts go wild but not too intense. You glanced between his thighs, hands reaching for his waist absentmindedly but pulling back as soon as you noticed. Even if you two were exchanging sexual favours, you didn’t want to touch him without clear consent.

Though your self-scolding got cut short as you became distracted by what he was doing. Slowly, he began sinking down onto your length, his rim stretching around your glans to accommodate the girth. A sharp whine escaped him, and he bit his bottom lips to muffle his noises as he took one inch after another. Despite his tightness, there were no issues at all since he prepared himself really well, hence why he almost bottomed out in one thrust.

The last bit was a little more difficult though. By that time, he was already so stretched and full, what do you mean there’s more? His thighs quivered with the effort to fit it all in, and once he did, he couldn’t help but drop forward and lean against you. “HhnnNgh~♥︎♡ ah-ahngg…! D-don’t urgh.. say anything… I’m fine, just don’t you— mmhHgff~ don’t laugh…!” You weren’t laughing though, and simply gave him a soft smile as you inquired, “i won’t. But, haah… you are clenching around me so much… can I touch you, please? I might go crazy at this rate…”

He could tell your rut was in full swing, and he pulled a slightly embarrassed grimace before sighing, “do it if you must.” You didn’t need to hear that twice before digging your fingers into his hips, getting all close to his neck to take in more of his scent. Who would have thought you’d be this compatible. The way his pheromones send shivers down your spine was addicting.

It awaked something primal you’ll have troubles suppressing if he won’t start moving soon. And as if he could read your mind, he placed his own palms on your shoulders for leverage and began grinding his hips down, taking you impossibly deeper. “MmHhhgg~~♡” a moan slipped out, and a shudder coursed down his spine.

His hair came undone as he rolled his hips in circles, testing out how it feels. Until some part rubbed against a spot that made his vision white out, punching a moan out of his throat, “Ahh..! T-that place… ngh ♡” by the looks of it, he just found his own sweet spot. This was so much more pleasurable and exciting than when he used his fingers only, the different was like day and night. If simply humping you all meekly felt this amazing, how will it be when he starts riding you in earnest?

Your voice cut through the haze of arousal, the vibrations rumbled against his skin as your breath tickled his nape. Even so he still took a long second before realising you were talking, and to him. Asking in a slightly slurred manner, “Hah.. haa- can I… bite you?” The moment he heard that, he gripped you by your hair and yanked your head back, growling, “are you seriou- urghHh..♥︎!! Do-don’t you d-dare!”

You winced a little at the sting, panting as you explained, “no, not your nape. Just- something, anything— fuck, like.. will it be difficult for you if I left… marks?” This was the truth, you weren’t going to bind your fate to someone you’ve met once, especially when they aren’t willing neither. But your instincts were working against your will, and telling you to bite him and claim what’s yours.

His grip on your roots eased a little, and he wasn’t sure what to do. Should he bet on your self control? Your common sense does seem to be working well considering you were in the middle of your rut and so deep inside him. Up until now, you still haven’t simply manhandled him or rushed him to move. With that being said, he threw his hair behind his shoulder, baring his neck as he mocked, “you alphas and your obsession with ‘marking property’.”

After he fully let go of you, you instantly began licking and kissing his throat, sucking hickeys into his pale skin. Your eagerness caught him off guard, and he yelped disgracefully, his cheeks flushed in shame. “Y-you..!” His voice was stuck as you began trailing lower with your mouth, getting awfully close to his nipples, which caused his breath to hitch audibly. These rosy buds were already all hard and stiff, practically inviting you to toy with them.

To think you’d be this gentle with the marking though, how unexpected. By now, his body has turned into a puddle in your hands, utterly and totally overwhelmed by everything. The burning heat sliding between his legs, the scent affecting him in a natural way. His brain was getting all fuzzy as his reason got corrupted by lust, the need to fuck himself stupid on this cock nestled inside him was unbearable. As a result, he began raising his hips until only the tip was inside, before dropping his entire weight down and taking everything in one swift and quick penetration.

“AaahHhNngg, o-oh heavens! Urghh…♥︎♡♥︎ you are so unnecessarily… ah- hahhMm~ so uselessly big…” Despite his complains, he didn’t slow down. On the contrary, he kept repeating the same deep thrusts where he hammered your cock exactly against the places he enjoyed the most, attacking his own weak spots with pinpoint accuracy. As if his body was yearning for it, but he didn’t know yet. It didn’t take long until he found a filthy rhythm that made his eyes roll back, and moved his hips accordingly.

At this point, you couldn’t help but thrust up into his soft insides, itching to become active and flip him over. To fuck him like there’s no tomorrow. He was just so warm and slutty, bouncing on top of you with an expression full of pure bliss. There were even strings of slick connecting his stretched rim to your thighs. You bit down around his nipple, soothing out the pain with some licks which earned you another high-pitched moan, “mhhnGhh~! Ah- my c-chest..? You— ah,,hmmMff..! ♡ pervert.”

Your grip tightened around his waist as you scoffed, “look who’s talking. You don’t even look like a nurse anymore.” He tried to snap back at you, though his sentences were interrupted by his own moans when your dick hit a particularly pleasurable spot, causing his own arousal to twitch in delight. It dripped pre everywhere like the messy thing he was, with no decorum at all. “Oohh.. ah y-you, ugHhn… right there- haaah…♡♡♥︎” how adorable, his moans were becoming more frequent and quite needy, you could even call them pornographic~

“Here?” You taunted, and slammed right into that place he mentioned, tearing another pretty whimper from his chest. Tears began rolling down his cheeks in earnest now, and he babbled with half his consciousness already melted away, “mhm~ yes.. t-there, ahhng~ don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t- NghHhh ♥︎♥︎ s-s’mthing’s coming out~♥︎♡♥︎!”

Not long after he finished mouthing that warning, hot, white spurts of cum shot out of his neglected dick, splattering everywhere. His climax washed over him so suddenly, he barely had enough time to warn you. Before you could react to it, he already spilled it all over your lower abdomen, adding onto the puddle of mess beneath him. “Ah—hnGahhh, ah t-too muushh~♥︎♡ mhMhff~!”

He was panting heavily, basking in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm he’s had yet. His chest raising and falling with each deep inhale and exhale, tongue hanging out while his cheeks adapted a heavy blush. Some traces of his cum even reached his sternum, framing his arching body with a picture of perverse beauty.

Black strands of hair plastered to his face, his skin all wet with sweat. As for the uniform-top he didn’t take off? It was soaked through with his own bodily fluids and almost transparent now. His eyes were all glassy and muddled, showing how shaken he was, how hypnotised. He could barely think straight now, as if his brain got wiped clean. God, that was ecstatic, he had never felt anything this amazing before…! Even now he was still shuddering from the lingering pleasure. Dare he even say this sensation was heavenly?

There was but one problem, you were still hard inside him. He was supposed to get you off but instead came only by himself! Ah, no worries though! Because your nurse was a professional, of course he won’t just abandon his patient half way through, no, he was going to see this to the end. So after a quick break, Michael began moving his hips again, taking you just as deep and fast as before. Who would have guessed his stamina would be this good~?

“Don’t worry… just- ha-ahh ♥︎ lay back and… let me take ngh, uhmm!!~ take care of your rut ♡♡♥︎” Michael said, his body clenching as if right on cue. It seems he has totally forgotten you two were inside a clinic room. Though you weren’t going to remind him, since at last, he was finally acting like a ‘proper’ and responsible nurse, helping his patient until the very end~