Wolf

Robby is the prettiest omega on campus and for his alpha he picks Jack. Which is controversial because Jack is also an omega.

Not that he wants to be. He’s been beating back those expectations with a stick for as long as he can remember, and to his mother’s dismay, Jack has always been very open about the fact that he would never mate an alpha.

He’ll admit, he’s not quite where he wants to be. He’s happy with his general appearance, and the soap he spends too much money on to cover his sugary scent with something more wooden. Ideally, he’d like to gain about 30lbs worth of muscle, but he’s not stupid enough to turn down the most perfect omega he’s ever laid eyes on. Especially not when said omega could help push him along.

Jack does all the things modern alpha’s have left behind. He holds open every door, pays for everything, and even has the privilege of putting Robby’s shoes on for him. He kisses Robby’s knee and admires his beauty from below.

When Robby deems his behavior to his standard, Jack gets to eat him out or finger hypnotizing noises out of him. On one particularly good night, Robby sucks Jack’s little omega dick until he cums and licks up the mess Jack leaves behind on the chair.

“Can’t wait for this thing to actually work,” Robby says. Jack agrees.

When Robby’s heat arrives, Jack is like a man gone mad. He never lets his omega want for anything. Robby is fed, washed, and satisfied before he can ask for it. He takes Jack’s fake knot beautifully and mutters about needing the real thing.

It flares something in Jack’s chest. “I’ll give it to you,” he says. “It’ll grow and I’m going to keep you bred. No one is going to remember what your stomach looks like flat.”

That alone wrings another orgasm out of Robby.

As a reward, he lets Jack fuck him with his cocklet. Embarrassingly, “fuck” is a bit of a stretch. Jack ends up grinding his hips against Robby’s pussy until he cums and then eating him out again.

Robby wraps himself around Jack’s chest and plays with his soft dick. “Don’t worry.” He kisses the underside of Jack’s jaw. “I think it’s already growing.”

Jack’s chest puffs with pride and he pulls his omega closer.

A few weeks later, Jack’s (hopefully last) heat arrives. He wears special underwear that only allows his dick to show and no matter what he pleads for, Robby refuses to touch him where he needs it most.

“I’m not gay,” he says. “I’m not interested in touching another omega. Where’s my alpha?”

“Right— right here,” Jack pants. “Sorry. I don’t know what I’m saying. I don’t mean it.”

“I know you don’t,” Robby coos. “Don’t worry, Alpha. I’ll take care of your rut.”

For the first time, the sound that comes from Jack is distinctly more growl than purr. Robby beams and does his best to ride Jack’s dick.

It isn’t easy, given the unfortunate lack of length, but it feels so so good. Jack is moaning and growling, gripping harsh bruises into his omegas hips and biting large hickeys over his shoulders.

By the last day, his cock has tripled in size and he can mount Robby properly. He’s perfect. Blissed out, drooling on the pillow, leaking around Jack. His knot still hasn’t formed, so Jack shoves two fingers in alongside his dick when he releases, and Robby squirts at the sensation.

Jack wants to eat Robby out again, taste his real release inside his omega for the first time, but Robby refuses.

“It’s mine,” he pouts. “You said you were going to breed me.”

“I am,” Jack promises. His body isn’t quite there yet, but they’re a bit too young for pups anyway, regardless Jack relishes in the thought of him having a real chance at getting Robby pregnant.

They wait for Jack’s “knot” to go down, afterward Robby licks the mess off Jack’s cock.

“Only a few more cycles,” he murmurs, kissing the tip. “Then you’ll be ready to mate me.”

“I’m ready now,” Jack growls. He loves the way it rumbles in his chest. He cards his fingers through Robby’s soft hair. “It’s my body that’s playing catch up.”

Robby kisses him and deliciously tastes like both of them. “That’s my perfect alpha.”