The second you walk into the house, you can smell it. The scent of cum is overwhelming and you instantly know Chuck is in rut. You wonder how long he’d been waiting for you, how many times he’d cum already. Dropping your things onto the living room sofa, you head upstairs to the bedroom in search of your alpha.
Just the smell is enough to spark your heat. It’s the first you’ve had since you’ve stopped taking birth control. With you in heat and Chuck in rut together at the same time, there was no doubt of a successful mating. You’d been talking about it for weeks and it was what you both wanted.
You find him laid out across your shared bed, his hands wrapped around his swollen cock. His eyes are shut and his chest heaves. He squeezes his knot, helping to keep it swollen for as long as he can. Stripes of white cum mark his abdomen and chest. You can already feel heat pooling in your core and without waiting for permission, you begin removing your clothes.
“Y/N,” Chuck groans, his nostrils flare as he breathes in the sent of the slick that’s already begun to drip from you.
“Alpha,” you purr as you shimmy out of your panties and crawl onto the foot of the bed. Chuck lifts his head from his pillow, watching as you crawl above him.
“I tried to wait for you,” Chuck says.
“It’s alright,” you tell him, “Your omega’s here now.” You place the flat of your tongue against the skin just beneath his knot, making him grunt.
“I need to be inside you,” Chuck groans.
“I know, Alpha,” you acknowledge before taking one of his balls into your mouth, massaging it with your tongue.
“Y/N, stop teasing,” Chuck demands. Chuck was abnormally submissive for an alpha, but his rut never failed to bring out his dominant side. One of his cum soaked hands reaches down and twists into your hair, tugging gently. The liquid sticks to the strands of your hair.
Letting him fall from your lips, you move further up his body. You ease his other hand from his cock and wrap your hand around his wrist, pressing it down onto the bed beside him. Chuck groans your name as you leave a long lick from the base of his cock, over his knot, and up to his tip. You hum at the taste of his cum and begin lapping up every last drop from his skin.
“Omega,” Chuck complains as you lick and suck. You take your time, giving Chuck’s knot a chance to go down before bringing his cock back to life. “I can’t take this much longer,” Chuck warns. You smile at that.
“My poor Alpha,” you purr, “I wouldn’t dare make you suffer any longer.” Chuck wets his lips as you move to your knees and straddle his lap. You take his hard length in hand and line it up with your entrance, sliding the head through your soaked lips.
“Wait,” Chuck says just before you sink down onto him. He sits up and cups your cheek in his hand.
“What’s wrong?” you ask, afraid that you’d disappointed your alpha in some way.
“Are you sure you want this?” Chuck asks, “I’m sure we still have some condoms around here somewhere. We don’t have to do this yet if you’re not ready.”
Your fears instantly fade away and you smile gently. Leave it to Chuck to ignore his rut to make sure that you were comfortable. Where other alphas might demand that their omega breed with them, Chuck was the type to make sure that he wasn’t forcing you into something you didn’t want. He was your alpha and you’d inevitably obey any command he gave, but he always wanted you to have the real control.
“Chuck, I want to carry your pups just as badly as you want to put them inside me,” you assure him, “We’ve talked about this.” You run your fingers through his hair as you speak.
