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The moment you started working at the Pitt in the ED you were absolutely enamoured by him. From his broad shoulders, his sweet doe brown eyes behind his readers, and the strong Alpha presence that could command attention at every corner without seeming overbearing had done you in. No need to even get started on his scent that you had caught lingering at the end of a grueling day a few times; the warm sandal wood mixed with worn leather, and a seductive undertone of amber had you salivating. However, It wasn't something you were able to catch often or even very strongly as the suppressants dulled your senses considerably, but when you did you bathed in it. The Omega in you was practically purring at every whiff. And your encounters with Robby were never lacking.

At first you thought you were imagining things. Just a hopeful dream that he was paying attention to you, but after a while of working with him you began to notice that every time you were scheduled together, you were always placed on the trauma team. And in addition if a code blue was called or if Robby needed help at the drop of a hat, it was always your name he called first. You also discovered that he was a very hands on man which was puzzling at first because you watched him flinch or shy away from contact with others. Although with you it was mostly in the sense that if you found yourself in his three foot orbit, his hands would somehow find their way onto your body. Never in an too obvious (at least to you) way, or an I need to contact HR way. Instead it was a brush of your fingers when handing off the tablet or a grab at your hips to move you around was always occurring. And while it was an often enough occurrence that it never surprised you, it never failed how every time he touched you it would send warmth coursing through your body. Which then ended with you excusing yourself as you rushed to replenish your scent blockers as your need would bleed through.

Today though, you rarely had a moment to breathe let alone focus on your body and the effects of your over tired brain we’re having. Or even notice how Robby’s proximity was having a very strong impact on how you behaved. All you knew was that the ED was unbearably hot in the middle of a Pittsburgh January. But all in all your shift began about as normally as any other, a little more exhausted than normal but no less ready to begin your day.

Dana however, took one look at you and immediately pulled you to the side, “Look honey, I’m real grateful that you're willing to help us out but this is day six in a row for you and Im worried your overdoing it,” she had her arm around your shoulder as she attempted to keep her voice low enough so that only you two could hear.

It was sweet of her worrying about you but you felt like you had it under control, and a little part of you still craved to prove yourself as a somewhat undercover omega in the ED. So you shrugged off her concern, “Dana I promise I'll be okay, it's nothing that I can't handle, plus I'm not due for my heat for another three weeks. Trust me, I wouldn't be here if I thought it would go wrong.” You kept your voice soft and aloof for reassurance.

It was all a lie though. You knew your heat was actually creeping up later in the week, and you knew you were at the end of your energy rope so to speak, but for some reason the thought of not working while Robby was had felt like a knife settling in your stomach. You weren’t sure when that feeling had truly begun to make itself known within your gut or why you were feeling this way all of a sudden but the last thing you were going to do was tell Dana.

Speaking of which, she seemed to believe you and agreed to let you begin your shift, a decision she may or may not regret in a few hours. Because two seconds into standing at the nurses station she had to clean her glasses and do a double take because she was pretty sure she saw you subconsciously scent Robby's jacket that was hanging over the back of the chair you had just sat in. Nothing too noticeable but you had leaned back in a way that seemed as if you were simply stretching but just before coming to sit back up you angled your head to slightly rub the soft fabric behind you right where your scent gland was covered by the patch. And this wouldn’t be the last time that Dana found herself observing odd behavior from you that should've alerted her to your predicament.

Over the next few hours she notices that you and Robby seemed to almost revolve around each other (more than usual). Except it was less gravitational and more primal. If you were engaged in a conversation with another alpha, or even a beta, while he was around she took notice of how he angled himself slightly in front of your position effectively placing himself between you and the other person. Dana also noticed that while you were normally independent when taking action with your patients and their care, today you seemed to seek out Robby's approval at every chance you could. And while this had confused Dana she was left to her own devices as she contemplated the two of you’s behavior. Because you had barely been aware of your actions and unmitigated bodily responses today. And when you had caught yourself the attempted intervention and cover up was a little too late.

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It was the last few hours of your shift, and if you asked anyone here they would say today was rough, but for you it was a whole different ball game. It started when you caught yourself rubbing against Robby's jacket for the third time in a singular hour, a behavior you had never displayed in your life not once since presenting as an Omega. While you knew it was a normal pre-heat behavior, it was not one you particularly found yourself ever participating in until today. Quickly you began looking around to see if anyone caught your movements. And soon letting out the breath you had held when you noticed it had gone unseen by those around (or so you thought). Hastily jumping up you all but sprinted to check on bay five to distract yourself from falling back into the jacket. Unbeknownst to you a certain Alpha attending had clocked your behavior in seconds, and if there is one thing to know about Michael Robinavitch it would be that he is a well educated doctor. One who is absolutely able to spot an omega in heat just off of their slight behavior displays. Behaviors such as scenting, which is exactly what he caught you doing.

Now as a doctor, and an Alpha, Robby would say he is well versed in the code of conduct he is sworn to work under. Always claiming to respect that oath each time he clocks in. But when he catches his favorite nurse rubbing all over his jacket like a good little omega should for her alpha, he feels the realization of the situation snap in place. The realization that not only were you an omega that hid as a beta this whole time, but when he brought that jacket to his nose Robby realized that you were his omega. And you had been hiding under his nose this whole time. An all consuming emotion he never thought he would feel at his age rushed over him igniting a cacophony of instincts.

Since Robby hit his 50’s he had come to terms with the possibility that he would never find his mate, sure there was still a part of him, the Alpha part, that would always feel that loss. But when you came around he found that he was more than happy to forget about the pain of not finding his omega if that meant he could spend the rest of his life with you near him. Which now that he thinks about it should have set off a warning bell. But now he knew why, now he understood that a part of him recognized you under all the suppressants and scent blockers, and now that he knows, he wasn’t planning on ever letting you go.

For the rest of the shift he would take every opportunity to subconsciously rile you up. On any given day he would normally make an effort, small touches here and there, but now he decided to up his game. An idea that was spurred by what he caught you doing. While he would typically touch your shoulder or hip while still maintaining distance when passing by, Robby decided today he would happen to drag his chest across your back every time he passed you. This was his way of subtly scenting you back. He also decided to test the waters today and lay it heavy with a few pet names he often used with you. Sweetheart, kid, or honey were what he addressed you as today, never once by your name like he would before. What he was doing was working and he could tell, especially as he sensed your temperature rising under his fingertips as the shift dragged on and the slight sheen of sweat that gathered on your brow. Or how even though you were constantly changing your scent blockers, the tell tale waft of your pre-heat, that warm sugary vanilla, was filling his senses even under the strong antiseptic smell of the patch. He was just waiting for the most opportune time to arise for him to make a move.

And while Robby was plotting, you were panicking. All day your mind had been stuck on Robby's warm hands, the little pet names he was calling you, and how his scent all but slapped you in the face. Even though you triple checked you had taken your suppressants this morning and changed your patches multiple times. You knew you should've gone home early under the guise of sickness, but when you mentioned going home to Perlah and Princess you heard a deep baritone voice call your attention, “Oh ho ho, absolutely not sweetheart, you wouldn’t leave an old man like me without one of my best nurses to help would you?” Your mind went blank, and if the counter you were leaning on wasn’t there you would have immediately dropped to your hands and knees in front of everyone.

Realizing you had been silent way too long while staring at him in shock, you managed to splutter out a reply, “I… uhm, no for sure. I w-was just uh, I was just saying ill be okay j-just a stomach bug!” Whatever slyness you thought you had achieved was broken by the high octave your voice reached the longer you spoke.

Quickly you shut your mouth and looked down at the papers in front of you, causing you to miss the sight of him walking closer. That was, until you felt a hand lift your chin and your gaze was once again met by the deepest brown you had ever seen. Suddenly a low “Good girl” was softly thrown out before he breezed past like nothing happened. This interaction ended in you once again running off and changing your blockers for the fourth time, and a change of underwear for good measure as you noticed a small amount of slick gathered at the center.

You had made it to the last half hour before you felt the first cramp rack its way through your body, and it was strong enough to halt you mid step and bend forward just slightly in an attempt to relieve the pressure. Your mind was already beginning to fog over as your heat slammed into you almost full force too early and too quickly. A direct consequence of the overuse of blockers from today and the past week, the very thing you had sworn to Dana that you had under control. Out of the corner of your eye you see Dana start rushing over toward you as your scent was leeching into the ED. However she got exactly four steps before a deep rumbling growl had everyone within five feet of you taking 10 steps back. In response to the sound your temperature rose even higher and you blindly reached out behind you at the same time Robby had come up behind you and immediately scooped you up into his arms.

Noticing everyone's eyes he let out another warning growl before everyone jumped and looked away, he then turned to Dana and grunted out, “Call Abbot im taking her home.” Dana, however, looked almost like she was ready to call Ahmed in to separate the two of you as her main concern was to make sure you were consenting.

But before she could call him over she looked at you and noticed that at the sound of Robby’s voice, Dana could hear your chest begin to let out a slight vibrating purr in response followed by a whine, “Alpha, p-please.” Nodding her head in approval it took him two seconds before he swept you away to take you back to his house.

The ride there was a blur as you were focused on the blinding pain that came in waves as the cramps only got worse. It wasn't until he carried you out of the car that you gained some semblance of self at his touch. Instantly you began nuzzling your nose into his neck breathing his scent in deep. A scent that due to your full blown heat your body had burned through the suppressants and his scent was stronger than ever. You faintly heard him let out a grunt as you licked a stripe up the length of his gland. The sound of a door closing followed and soon after a couple of twists and turns down hallways, you were laid on your back to meet a soft bed.

Warm hands were then felt creeping up your scrub top as your lips kept repeating “Alpha please, Michael please I need you!” Your begging went straight to his groin as he tried to not to let the feel of his oncoming rut scare you, but damn you for calling him by his name.

Because the moment his name left your lips he grunted out a rough ‘Fuck’ and the loud tear of your scrub pants and underwear echoed off the walls. Peeling your lids open you saw him gather up his saliva and spit on his fingers before he allowed himself to begin exploring your cunt. It took him a total of two seconds before he expertly located your clit and began circling the bundle of nerves in well measured movements.

“Fucking hell kid,” his groaned in effort as he tried to start out gentle, “I could smell you all goddamned day, saw you scenting my jacket like a good little omega, drove me fucking crazy”

His fingers lowered arriving at your entrance, he sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of your slick dripping down onto the bed below. And before he could stop himself he sank down to his knees. After hitting the floor he surged forward attaching his lips to your clit in replacement of his fingers as he buried two deep within in one swift movement.

“Ugnh fuck YES Alpha!” your voice ripped out of your throat as the feeling of his two fingers filled you, this was in addition to the figure eights he was drawing with his tongue coupled with expertly timed sucks and small bites. Your core was already clenching as your first orgasm rushed closer, but it wasn't until he crooked his fingers up into that soft spot that had your peak shooting through you with no warning.

“That's it ‘Mega, just like that kid,” his voice was rough before he dove right back in, not coming back up until your second orgasm followed closely behind. However, while he wasn’t showing any signs of wanting to slowing down, you needed more, you needed to feel him inside of you. Needed to be filled with him.

Grabbing a handful of his hair you began to tug him up, “I need you, please, need your knot alpha” your voice was breathy as you began reaching at his bottoms.

“Look at you,” he tutted at the sight of your hands desperately trying to get ahold of him, “so desperate for your Alpha to give you what you want hmm?”

After another moment of watching your struggle he decided to help you out leaning back he stood up and tugged off his pants and top, immediately feeling your hands trace his chest as you sat up to touch him.

“Go ahead baby, take what you want,” he whispered as your hand gripped him through his briefs before pulling them down and watching as his length bobs up. The sight of him was enough to break through the haze of your heat as you take in his very impressive length and girth, a little nervous it wouldn’t fit. Sliding off the bed and dropping to your knees you took a moment to appreciate his body, the wide span of his shoulders down to the softness of his tummy and the dark trail of hair that led right to where you wanted. His length was adorned by dark unruly curls and down the underside of his shaft was a very large and prominent vein, this led to the bright red swollen tip beading with arousal.

Leaning forward you lightly hold the heavy weight of his sac in one hand as you grip his shaft with the other, starting with a few kitten licks cleaning up the mess he was making before flattening out your tongue going from base back to tip wetting his length fully.

“Just like that, holy fuck yes!” Robby’s head tilted back as you wrapped your mouth around him, taking as much as you could and using your hand for what you couldn’t. One of his hands came up to the back of your head, not to push just to hold feeling like he needed to be touching some part of you at all times. Meanwhile you were giving it your all, the salty taste of him and the feel of his knot swelling at the base spurred you on. But just as you lightly raked his length with your teeth followed by a flick of your tongue beneath the rim of the head, Robby was immediately pulling you off with a gasp.

“Hold on now don’t want to cum too early,” he quickly pulled you up by your hair just as you had done with him earlier and brought your lips together in a rough kiss, teeth clacking and the taste of each other mingling on your tongues. Robby began guiding you back and lifting you onto the bed once more.

Once your butt hit the mattress you didn’t even need to be directed as instinctually you scooted back and flipped onto your hands and knees lowering your front to the mattress and arching your back in an invitation for him to follow.

“Look at you, such a good Omega presenting without even being told,” his hands came up to trace your curves as he pressed the occasional kiss to your spine as he worked his way up your body.

“Gonna take my knot aren't you,” Robby leans over you and nips the side of your neck right above your gland, “Want your Alpha to fill you up until it takes huh? Gonna get you all full until you’re stuffed and leaking for days”

You were whining in agreement desperate for him to follow through with these promises, wanting nothing more than for him to give you everything. The heat that had gone down with your two previous orgasms was rising once more. Sweat gathered at your brow as you concentrated on trying to stay still while you waited for him to do something, anything. But he caught you by surprise when he asked,

“You know what we are right ‘Mega?” he questioned as he gripped himself tight, and began lining himself up his other hand gripping your hip.

Turning you head to the side so your cheek rested on the bed you looked back at him nodding your head as you whisper, “Mates…were mates,” pausing as you feel him rub his length against you and he let out a shuddering breath at hearing your words, ”I’m all yours Robby”

“That’s right baby, all mine no one else’s,” Slowly he began pushing in, even though you were soaked with slick and positively dripping he was still a very large man. “Fuck I’ve waiting so long for this, for you,” he whispered as if he didn’t mean for that to slip out before refocusing on guiding his length. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you but your heat and the admittance of being mates was pushing his rut to the forefront of his brain.

“Doing so good for me, sweetheart” Robby thrusted in a few more inches before he heard you gasp and whine at the stretch, he paused a moment before continuing,

“Shh, just a little more…” and before you could show your incredulity at the fact he wasn’t fully in, his hips snapped forward once more, burying himself to the base.

Both of you let out a mix of curses, but then you smelt it. Beneath the warm sandalwood, leather, and amber was the scent of his rut building. A hint of spicy cracked pepper was mingling with the heavy warm vanilla of your heat. So you did the most rational thing you could think of, you leaned forward off of him just a little before dropping back down, hard.

This seemed to give you the results you wanted because before you could lean forward again a hand gripped the back of your neck pushing you into the mattress and keeping you still.

“My sweet little omega wants it rough huh? Practically begging me to take what I want is that it?” He cooed down at you before he began snapping his hips at a brutal pace.

“Yes-uh.. P-plea-se” your words were interrupted by each thrust as his hips met your ass, “M-michael harder-r”

His chest rumbled with possession, one hand on your hip and the other still firmly on the back of your neck. He brought his left foot up on the bed beside you for more leverage. With this new angle you could feel his tip bullying your cervix with every thrust, and the sound of his hips slamming into your ass echoed.

“Youre taking me so well baby” using the hand he had on your neck he maneuvered your upper body up so your back was against his chest. You could feel his base swell as his knot forms catching on your cunt as he pulls back and pushes in.

“Want me to fill you up don't you, want me to give you everything I have huh, want me to mark you so everyone knows who you belong to?” you were lost to his words and movements barely able to form a thought, the best that you could do was nod. But Robby, no he wasn’t having any of that. He pulled out just enough so that his developing knot bumped your entrance as he began thrusting shallowly. Never pushing all the way in, which had you attempting to push back onto him fully. Moving his hand once more so that it wrapped around the front of your throat and he guided your chin up and out as he nipped your gland once more effectively stilling you.

“Say Please” he growled, emphasizing his words with a squeeze of his fingers at your throat

“Fuck, please Michael…” letting out a pitched whine at the loss of friction, “ Alpha please make me yours, please!”

The rest of his restraint snapped at the last please, picking up his pace once more and moving the hand at your hip down your front as he began toying with your clit. His brutal pace moving in harmony with the circles at your overstimulated nerves, your cunt began spasming around his cock signaling your incoming orgasm. A final few thrusts were placed before he pushed in for the last time before his knot swelled fully locking him into place. As soon as you felt the first ropes of his cum flood your walls, Robby's teeth sunk into your gland, releasing a flood of endorphins and hormones as you flew head first into your third orgasm, mouth wide open in a silent scream.

“Fuuucking hell, that's it, take it all kid just like that” he whispered as he released your neck and lathered his tongue across the rivulets of blood dripping from the fresh wound. You were barely able to register your body let alone what he was saying. And you were pliant as he moved both of you to lay on your sides. Hooking your top leg back and over his hips as he began rubbing his hand around the small bulge in your lower stomach.

“Your going to look so good stuffed full of my pups, gonna keep you stuffed and leaking every single day so every one who sees my mark can smell me dripping out of you with every step” his statement was emphasized with the continual spurt of his hot spend that seemed to never end.

Letting out a soft whimper once more you nod blubbering nonsense as your omega was satiated to its fullest, your heat was taken care of by your alpha, you were stuffed full of him, and now you were mated. You were practically vibrating as you began the rumbles of a purr in your chest once more before drifting off to sleep

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It wasn’t long before Robby had you moved into his home and a four carat emerald cut ring sitting pretty on your ring finger. In fact it was exactly 6 weeks that he accomplished this because the first week you lived together Dana and Jack had thrown you an engagement party. One that ended in Dana winking at you while handing over a pregnancy test saying, “I already know but just to be extra positive.”

And of course an hour after you got back home with Robby you took the test and watched as his eyes twinkled with unadulterated joy when you showed him the most positive test you'd ever seen. That shared joy however became pure rage directed straight at Robby when you went to your first ultrasound and found out there were three heartbeats ringing loud and clear. And all he could do was stand there with a dumb smile on his face as his iconic red blush moveing up his neck and onto his cheeks,

“I- I can’t- Robby,” you whined- arms tightening around his neck to press closer against him- maybe entice him to have mercy on you and try again another time. “It’s too much- it hurts.” His hot breath fanned your cheek- cooing at you but he sounded so fucking condescending when he did. Tilting his head and even nudging your face with his nose so you can see the disappointed look on his face- grabbing your jaw with his large hand so you can keep eye contact with him.

“It’ll get better the more we do this baby,” soothing hand on your hip where you’re still hovering over his cock- leaking tip red and aching for you- has been fucking dying to do this since you told him you’ve never had any one else before. “It’ll feel so fucking good,” teasing the tip of his thick length between your folds- collecting what little bit of wetness remained after what felt like an hour of hyping yourself up to fuck him. “C’mon baby girl,” the hand on your hip turned into two hands- both pushing you down onto his cock with a nasty groan in your ear when he finally feels the warmth of your wet pussy taking him in.

Your nails dug into the meat of his shoulders- your body seized up when you felt the thick head of him breach your entrance with a heavy grunt of- “like that angel- big stretch, fuck- taking me so good,” while your thighs started to shake. He just kept fucking going- heavy cock seemed to go on forever while he pushed your down for his cock to slide into you until there was so more of you to take him. Your body ached- you fell forward onto his chest with tears wetting his skin when his hands slid down to take two heavy handfuls of your ass. “Good girl, good fucking girl- so proud of you baby,” soft kisses on your temple- one hand sliding up your body to cup and grasp at your heaving chest before tilting your face up for a sloppy kiss that makes Robby groan when he feels you clench around him.

“Show daddy how good you feel,” raspy, his voice filled with lust when he uses the hand on your ass to move you to slide up his fat cock and back down again with a whimper.

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And Andrew clearly won’t say he’s been enamored that long. You were really nothing other than his little brother’s friend- but when you came home one summer after your first year away at college looking so different that Andrew almost didn’t recognize you until he heard your voice. But you were still playing the part of being Deran’s- not knowing it was all fake but still he sat by the pool and watched you hang on his brother and place kisses on his cheek or how Deran’s hand would touch with the strings of your bikini and- how you both would go to his room after the party died down.

Andrew hated himself but he couldn’t stop the way he paused outside his brother’s door- lingering around to hear some kind of noise because you’ve been staying over for a week and Andrew doesn’t think his brother can take care of you like he can. There’s nothing to show for you being satisfied- no scratches down Deran’s back or marks left on either of your bodies which seemed to make Andrew’s eye twitch even more because there was nothing to prove that he was wrong and Deran knew what he was doing.

Andrew didn’t know that when you disappear in his room you basically just sleep off the alcohol or drunkenly watched movies together until Deran passed out on top of you. You both came up with this little arrangement a long time ago in high school- Deran confessing to you about his preferences but the fear of his family or people at school so he didn’t know what to do. But you were a good friend- told him you weren’t interested in any of the guys at school anyway not saying you preferred them older and stoic with curls so this way if they thought you were taken they’d leave you alone. You both did try- Deran even forcing himself to kiss you so the feelings would go away but they never did. You were a good kisser but he felt nothing and neither did you so- it was purely for Deran’s sake.

That doesn’t stop the feelings you have for the eldest Cody boy, waking up before the entire house so you can clean up and spend a quiet morning by the pool before Craig came lumbering out to throw you in. A quiet moment where no one else is awake other than you and Andrew who couldn’t sleep- so he spends his mornings beating the punching bag into submission to try and distract himself from the thoughts he has of you. The thoughts that plagued him- keeping him awake at night because all he can think about now is the way you lounge on the pool wearing the smallest bathing suit ever and those thoughts go straight to his cock.

You’re no fucking better- mouth watering as you watch Andrew from behind your sunglasses attack the punching bag and how his muscles shine from the sweat glistening down his skin and biting your lip with each heavy grunt that leave his mouth. You follow a particular drop of water that slides down his neck when he gulps- right between the valley of his pecs and rolling along the ripples of his abs until it soaks into the waistband of his shorts. You only manage to tear your eyes away from him when Deran comes out of the house with uncoordinated steps- half awake and rubbing the sleep from his eyes before falling over you on the lounge chair to ask if you want breakfast. Or really- asking you to make breakfast.

Another thing that irks Andrew- Deran treats you no better than a maid who cooks. Doesn’t help you clean or cook while you have woken up more than enough times to help Andrew clean the mess left from parties- or made breakfast and slid a plate to Andrew with a smile because you made sure nothing was touching on his plate and there were an even amount of pancakes. You were so fucking smart and considerate and Andrew just wants to take care of you for once. To take you out because all you seem to do is lounge around the house with Deran- no dates or gifts and Andrew thinks you deserve more than that and-

“What?” Your sweet voice stops his train of thought- the relentless beating of his fists and his face softens for a moment when he turns to you.

“Hungry?” You ask again but Andrew denies himself. Shaking his head and saying ‘no’ before turning back to the bag. He shouldn’t accept your offers- he shouldn’t even look your way because all he thinks about is your beautiful smile and soft body and he takes a long fucking shower where his hand is wrapped around his cock and your name on his tongue like a desperate prayer.

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It was purely for show- to keep you safe and away from prying eyes and determined alphas. Jack was respected, controlled, known for his restraint and wouldn’t take advantage of you- so in public you’re claimed now. Before shifts, Jack rubs over your clothes- early in your relationship so no one will suspect anything less. Awkwardly- unsure but Jack closes his eyes when he instantly feels your body submit to him. Feels the way you calm underneath his scent and when he tries to pull away your small hand grabs his arm- ‘wait’ you mumble into the air before pulling him closer and wrapping yourself around him.

This was a bad idea. Such a bad fucking idea because Jack feels so fucking guilty- the satisfaction of you pulling at him. Of his omega needing him and feeling safe with him. Some shifts you’ll pull him into the supply room- shaky and quick and mumbling something about feeling anxious or watched. Under the guise of trying to keep this façade up- but it was hard to deny the way your body started to feel hot around Jack. How you felt grounded, how the noise in your mind started to lift- and how the heat you’ve been suppressing for months was starting to fight through your body now.

Your body betrays you. Your suppressants no longer fucking worked around your fake alpha. Jack once was able to stabilize you- now he fucking triggers you. Your body sings for him- heat starting to break through the surface and no long had anything to keep you sane. Your scent started to push through- the unbalanced scent of your pre-heat started to crack through your body and to everyone else you smelled unstable and like you were refusing to bond with your fake alpha.

So a challenger appeared.

A challenger, the neurologist who was a consult for a MVC that night- who had a hard time thinking when he spoke because all he could fucking smell was your heat coming. The sweet, almost floral scent of your glands aching and straining beneath your skin because Jack looked so fucking good that night. Stripped from his scrub top and only left in a tight, black undershirt- hair pushed back from the stress and frustration of the shift and the smell of you wafting through his mind. He fucking scented you that night before walking into work- licking the gland of your neck slow and deliberately so it’ll stay throughout the night otherwise he’ll have to scent you again and even there he could feel his cock strain against his pants while he held you in his lap to keep you still. His teeth baring for a second before he fucking remembers himself- growling something fierce when Jack remembers that this wasn’t real. That his own fucking feelings didn’t matter- this was to keep you safe.

“Claimed? Are you sure?” The neurologist stepped too close, too intimately to someone else’s omega- too calm because he could fucking smell the uncertainty emitting from you and Jack until your alpha stepped forward. He took a challenging step between you and the other alpha who was threatening Jack’s peace- who was attempting to claim you and take you from him and like hell will he let that happen. Too many things were happening. To many emotions and scents clouding your mind and you started to feel uneasy- your body feeling fear and anxiety that only Jack understood- that only your alpha could help with. “Maybe I should test your claim? Your omega seems to be struggling.”

You sway, your body starts to feel hot- hands starting to shake as you cling to the protective arm that Jack used to push you behind him. Weakly you mumble his name- hiding behind his wide stance while your scent exposes you to the entire ED, begging Jack to protect you. The fear, the anxiety, the thought of being taken from Jack cracks the last of your suppressants- steamrolling your body into a full heat. An emotional roller coaster where all you needed was your alpha to save you- your Jack to claim you. The entire department can smell the tension- there’s not even a modicum of doubt anymore that Jack was your alpha- that you were safe and protected and bonded to the one alpha you trusted.

“J-Jack- fuck, please,” you sway, rubbing your face along his back to inhale the strong, protective scent- moaning against his body with a hand clawing at his shirt. You’re not sure how you ended up home- your skin on fire even despite the lack of clothing. You’re delirious- mumbling his name over and over again while he ruts into your aching walls.

“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that,” teeth against your neck, biting your scent glands over and over again until he’s sure it’ll take. Jack wants no mistakes. Jack wants no one to question who you belong to- his knot starting to swell, cock leaking into your cunt like a warning to his impending cum. Your body is hot against him- sweating together with every slide of his cock between your spent folds. It’s been hours since the challenge- thighs aching and hair matted from being held underneath Jack for so long.

“Only yours,” you’re slurring- nodding along with Jack while he repeats over and over again that you’re his. You can’t stop cumming- scratching down his back with weak nibbles on his neck and collarbone while you cry. Months you fucking spent suppressing this- not knowing how fucking good it would feel to be bred by your alpha. You feel a rush of emotions wash over your body- Jack’s cum filling your abused pussy and knot full at the base of his throbbing cock to stop anything from leaking out. He doesn’t care how fucking long he’ll spend breeding you- you’ll be full of his cum or babies whenever he can help it.

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He starts by being avoidant with you- because once Robby realizes how he feels he figures it’s best to just shut those feelings out- right? He’s not being mean- right? He’s just- overstimulated by his feelings and can’t stop looking at your sweet smile and- “that’ll be all- thank you,” he’s stiff. His posture correct and upright when you show him the chart and ask if he needs anything else from you? He doesn’t even fucking look at you and you’re confused because last week you were both laughing about the kraken waking up and clocking Whitaker in the face and now this week Robby won’t even look you in the eye.

He calls you by your name- not the sweet nicknames you’ve been given by him nonetheless but your last name or full first name so there’s no mistaking that this is to be professional only. That’s when everyone starts to notice- because you’re not ‘angel’ or ‘honey’ anymore to Robby. You’re not the bit of sunshine that he keeps for himself- you’re the fucking ache in his chest that won’t go away and it starts concerning Robby to the point of seriously considering scheduling a visit with cardio.

Your laugh irritates him- makes Robby irrationally annoyed and he can’t figure out why until later that night in bed and he realizes it’s because it makes him happy. Your sweet laugh across the ED makes his ears burn and his heart race and he took some antacids to help the burn in his chest but that’s not what it was. Your laugh makes him feel light and he feels terrible because when you where joking with that paramedic he barked at you both to find something to do- your smile falling, punching Robby in the gut and he spends the rest of the day hovering over you- fixing things for you or reaching things that you couldn’t. He brings you protein bars or water because he’s hyper aware of your needs- not wanting you to neglect yourself the way he does himself.

He tries to keep space and distance between you both- forcing himself to the opposite end of the ER but somehow you keep floating closer to him. Somehow you find yourself in his space and Robby feels sick- because he’s not sure whether he wants to fucking run or reach out to you. Your perfume wafts around his mind and that night all Robby can think about as he tries to sleep is how good you smelled and how nice it would be to have you next to him in bed right now.

Robby’s disposition has been grumpy and annoyed with you but- when someone upsets you? When he sees the shimmer in your eyes from forcing tears down? He softens voice automatically- his face relaxes and he forces himself to try and remain professional yet lowers himself to meet your gaze and- “you okay angel?”

It takes the threat of another department for Robby to confront his feeling- the ICU needing someone soft and gentle like you and Robby near short circuits when they ask if you’re available for a shift or two. If you can be spared and Robby can’t lose you. “No,” he says almost too fucking fast- shaking his head and not even looking them in the eye when he walks away to where he can keep you in his sights because he feels like if he can’t see you then someone will take you from him. “She’s the best I have, the answer is no.” But you don’t hear him praise you- you just hear Robby tell them no and act annoyed all fucking day and maybe it hurts. He used to be so nice and-

“Did I do something wrong?” You finally ask one morning, stocking the carts in the supply room where Robby takes inventory. Did he absolutely have to in that moment? No but- it was quiet and he could be near you.

“What?” Voice rasped, stuttering out his words when he turns too quick towards you. Something wrong? No- no you’ve been fucking perfect and that’s the problem and-

“I know you told the ICU not to float me but- if it’s my performance or my ability then I promise you that-” god you started to cry- tears welling up in the corners of your eyes and your voice shaking and it’s Robby who puts his strong hands on your shoulders. Bending down a little to make eye contact and-

“I don’t- I don’t know what to do with this,” a gesture between you and him like you’re in on his emotional turmoil- “I don’t know how to be- normal around you.” God he wants to fucking crawl in a hole because suddenly he’s very aware of the heat in the room and his tongue and he doesn’t do feelings but you look up at him with big wet awaiting eyes and a soft smile on your face. Oh. That’s why he’s been so- Robby lately?

“Then don’t be normal around me then.” God he’s so cute- weird old man with a crush and didn’t know how to handle it.

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Emery was busy- had found some girl she was going to flirt with and Robby was happily buzzed and letting someone buy him another drink so you followed Jack. Rushed off towards the bathroom where a hand shot out to pull you into the closest one where he locked you both inside- tongue immediately pressed to your jugular and body grinding into your ass after he pushed you against the door. You felt it- his hard cock strained against his jeans and pushing into your ass while he mouthed at your neck with a nod when you asked if he was hard right now.

“Do I turn you on that much?” said with a gasp- turning your head to press your lips against his, hand sliding down your body to pull your dress up and allow his hand to snake into your panties. God his hands knew your body so fucking easily now- deft fingers rubbing slow circles around your clit with a moan because your pussy was so fucking wet for him.

“You don’t even fucking know,” words near slurred and not because of the alcohol- just from the desire he had for you while allowing a finger to tease at your dripping entrance. God your pussy was tight- clenching around Jack’s thick fingers while he worked you open because he absolutely was about to fuck you in this shitty bar bathroom right now. You couldn’t answer your sister- mouth hung open from the feeling of Jack’s cock spearing into your pussy but she was on the other side of the door- asking if you’re okay because you’ve been in there for a while and Jack was gone too.

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You started with a goodnight kiss- leaning over to give Andrew the softest kiss and yet you could seethe way his cock jumped when you pressed your lips to his and placed a hand on his chest. Tentatively, he pressed you for more- tongue darting out to glide over your lips and slide his tongue in when you gasped after feeling his hand grab your ass and pull your body flush against his. It was hard to not want to please Andrew- to not want him to feel good so you had been between those thick thighs for a while now- had his heavy cock in your mouth to suck and swallow the slow leaking mess he made.

“Yeah?” Nodding and sounding near condescending when he begged again- voice breaking, swallowing hard and- “then cum for me baby.” Once you gave Andrew the go ahead- it was like you set him off, loud, desperate growl from deep inside his chest being released. Hot spurts of cum all over you both that will inevitably end up with you both in the shower and Andrew on his knees in front of you-

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Maybe she was being a bitch because she thought you were so pretty, so fucking smart and loved to argue with her and never backed down from her that all she wanted to do was shove her tongue in your mouth. Or pussy- whichever made you shut up first. You were both on her bed- research papers and textbooks spread out on her bed and she looked so fucking good with her curls wild and had on the tiniest shorts and tank top known to man. But of course she had to call your diagnosis stupid- and it just set you off until her lips pressed against yours and you melted. They were as soft as you imagined- working with yours slowly until her hand slid down to your waist to pull your body flush against hers.

“E-Emery- fuck, I’m-” cumming? Again? She knows- she just smirks as she slides down your body, using her tongue to tell you exactly where she plans to land and it takes seconds of her lips wrapped around your clit before you’re crying her name. You feel so fucking wet- your body releasing more than you expected and when Emery emerges back to press her lips against yours her lips and chin are wet. You had never done that before- you were almost embarrassed if she didn’t slide her tongue against yours with a moan so you could taste yourself on her.

“You good?” It was softer- she asks like she cares and her tone changes as her lips trail along your jaw and neck. Her hands don’t leave your hips- fingers slowly dancing along your slit to collect the juices of your spent pussy and when you weakly nod she takes that as an opportunity to shove them back inside you. “Good- I wasn’t done.”

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