Things needed to fall asleep - Stucky ONESHOT

Things needed to fall asleep

"Uh-oh," was the only thing I managed to say when I felt slick dripping down my thigh. It was only 9 PM, too early to go to bed but my body started to prepare for daily knotting. My plans were ruined, I couldn't wait for knot no more. I brushed my teeth. I got my pyjamas - open back underpants and oversized jersey shirt parfumed with synthetic alpha pheromones. 

The last thing was long thick dildo with a bulge at the end. I pushed that sweet object into me, in and out few times and I was spilling all over myself without ever touching myself. At the same time pushing all of the dildo in me, finally content. A knot made me cum again and I contracted around plastic. I was falling asleep, satisfied when a text message woke me up fully. 

Message from Steve. We had a few dates. He was a typical traditional alpha but there was something revolutionary about him. He treated me like a precious treasure but not in a way like I was a damsel in distress. It was up to me if I wanted to take care of myself by for example paying the date or if I would allow it to him. And it was extraordinary that the same man, who would open doors for me and lent me his umbrella when it was raining and I forgot mine, would back off and kiss my wrist when I said I wanted to take bus home alone. He didn't even want to mark me without me saying consent first. 

The text read: "Can I see you this week?". My horniness came back and I started to hump my mattress. I needed to start dating this guy. 

Yes, ttyl and good night, I wrote back and wiggled my ass to feel the thickness that filled me and drifted to sleep. 

Next time I saw Steve was two days later when I invited him to my place for dinner. I made roasted pork with some side vegetables. My scent sparked will a little anxiety but I tried to feel as calm as possible. I didn't want to air the room because of the smell of fear coming from me. 

Steve rang on my door at exactly 5 PM. I opened the door and the sweet nervous scent of alpha weakened my knees. "Hi, there!" He handed me a bouquet of roses and did his puppy eyes. 

"Oh, hey, thank you. Come in!" I took the roses but Steve took my hand whilst I did that and I scented that he was uncertain about his choice and anxious. So I lifted his and kissed it. 

"Come, come!" He took off his shoes and I tugged on his hand. 

"Coming," he laughed and followed me to the kitchen. There, on a small table for two, were candles, our dinner and vine. 

"It's all small but it's all I can afford." I blushed but Steve looked at it like it was a Christmas tree and he was a five-year-old. 

"It's perfect, thank you, om- BUCKY!" He almost called me by my second gender and I froze. Alphas (and omegas) only did that when they were too deep in instinct thinking and that happened usually only in a rut or a heat. It was such a turn on for me but I tried to keep my scent unaroused as much as possible. Not yet, I told myself.  

"Let's eat," I smiled at him and we sat down to dine. 

"So good," Steve moaned as he chewed the meat and I shyly touched his leg with mine. Nothing sexual, just to feel alpha's heat against me. Another wave of happy alpha feromones got me and I shuddered. That felt wonderful. 

After we ate I needed to find some other activity to participate in so Steve won't leave earlier than wanted. 

"Netflix and chill?" I asked. 

"You mean movie and cuddles?" He asked back and I saw that he was truly innocent and didn't catch that underline question of sex. 

"Oh...yes," I agreed and he nodded. "Let's find something, shall we?"