Accidentally Mated (Larry Stylinson) COMPLETED

Sensing Louis

It's a normal occurrence between us, anything between 11pm and 2am just to meet and sniff each other. Earlier if I have no plans, later if I have sex.

Sometimes we sit, sometimes stand, and on very few occasions he has to lie down because he's too tired from where I've had sex. I knew it but didn't say anything, letting him lay next to me as I sniff him. There's nothing sexual or romantic about it, we barely touch each other apart from our faces in each other's necks.

I wake up one morning to my phone going off. I struggle to wake, but I notice how hard I am straight away. I usually woke up hard anyway, but this was different. Like a rock and I wanted to use it.

I'm all sweaty and I feel muggy, and I wonder if I'm getting ill.

I grab my phone, realising its Louis ringing me. What does he want?

"Hello?" I answer, voice deep from sleep.

I hear him sniff in sharply, making me wonder if he was crying.

"I won't be on tour cause I'm - I'm in - I'll be in heat, yeah?" His voice comes through the phone, just slightly out of breath, voice shaky. "A week. Won't be able to work."

Heat?

The word rushes through my head at 100mph. I get a huge need from hearing the word, but I knew that was it.

I get the urge to make him feel safe, and I realise it's mostly to protect him from other Alphas. Omegas scent were volatile during heat, luring anyone and everyone. Mated or not.

"Have you locked your door?" I ask, I feel his determination to check.

"Yeah." He answers me, almost obediently.

He's thinking about how much he hates heats. He's worried.

"You'll be okay," I assure him. "Won't be that bad. It'll be over before you know it."

"Okay," He replies, voice breathy and fucked. "Yeah, okay."

I need to make sure no one gets to him. He's almost too pliant, something very attractive about it.

"Don't answer the door to anyone," I demand. "No one. Right?"

He's silent for a moment, leaving me wondering why he didn't respond.

"Sorry, yeah," He obediently replies, quickly. "I won't answer to anyone. No one."

He used every word I said, and relayed it back. I can feel his huge urge to be obedient, to please me and I'm thrown off by how arousing that is. Is it because I can feel his need creeping up on him?

"I'll see you in a week," I continue, ignoring my own weird emotions. "You'll be okay."

He doesn't believe me. He truly hates them.

"Louis," I say again. "You'll be okay."

"Yeah, I'll be okay." He replies and I feel his submission. Too interesting. I have to go.

"Bye, Louis." I say.

"Yeah, b-bye." He replies, hanging up.

I drop my phone onto the bed, wondering what this meant. What would I feel?

All I can feel is how aroused I am, mostly from his arousal. His need building, for what I don't actually know.

When he hits his heat, it's horrible. I can't leave my room because I have to constantly keep touching myself because he is. He's feeling no emotions other than need and it's so difficult because I'm an Alpha and sensing an Omega in need is cruel. My Omega.

His utter desperation to be filled is paramount, even if he doesn't know what with. His muscles ache, body screaming from how tired it is. How he aches for relief. How he has to pleasure himself until he cries, until he passes out. He doesn't even acknowledge my thoughts of feelings. He isn't part of this world.

I'm left yearning to knot. To care for my Omega. For my body to need release even though I just had. To feel every time he comes. Only being able to eat when he's sleeping.

It's awful. One whole week.