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“Pick up the pace, Sim!” Jake hears his coach yell.
“Sorry, coach!” He yells back. He winced at the way his voice cracks - the panting as he runs only makes it sound even worse.
Jake doesn’t feel good. He’s getting cramps and it’s effectively slowing him down from running the warmup laps on their university’s track. He’s panting, and he looks up and watches his teammates up ahead, finishing their lap. And of course, there’s Heeseung, the team’s captain, so far ahead that he’s already back in the middle of the field and standing with the coach. Jake notices the alpha hasn’t even broken a sweat.
Jake abruptly stops, wincing when he feels a sharp stab in his tummy. He bends over, and lets out a whine. “Ouch, that hurt,” he whimpers. He holds his stomach while he starts up a pathetic attempt at a jog, trying to get back on his pace so he doesn’t slow practice down.
“Sim!” His couch yells out again. He looks over at his coach, noticing that the rest of his team had finished their lap already. The alphas are now looking at him with judgmental stares.
This wouldn’t do Jake any good. He’s already looked down upon by his alpha teammates because he was an omega. This scene will just bring him more insults and backhanded remarks.
Jake looks down at his feet, and looks back up at the track. He’s barely made it half way in five minutes.
Usually, Jake is so good at running and never gets cramps. He usually finishes these warmup laps within five minutes. Whats happening?
And then, it clicks.
“Fuck,” he whines. He can recognize these sorts of cramps now, the sharp, stabbing kinds in his abdominal that he only gets during his heat. His heat was supposed to come next week, though, why is this happening now?
Before Jake could think about what to do, his couch is calling him over, Jake having taken too long and not finishing the lap.
“Sim, are you okay?” His coach asks, noticing the sweat beading around Jake’s temples and watching the way the omega staggers.
“I’m not sure,” Jake says, biting his lip. He doesn’t dare make eye contact with his coach or his team - he knows they can smell his pheromones, of at least pick up on what’s happening from his body language.
They know he’s in heat.
The thought makes Jake want to whimper but he’s afraid it’ll make him only look even more pathetic.
“Say,” his couch starts, snapping Jake out of his train of thoughts. “How about you take a break? Go ahead and take a shower and come back? I’d let you go, but we need to practice before our game on Saturday.”
Their game on Saturday, in three days, Jake reminds himself. His heat surely couldn’t end in three days, not unless he has someone help him through it - but who would? He doesn’t take the time to think about it, and mutters out a, “Okay, thanks, coach.”
Jake walks away. He can’t look anyone in the eye right now, the embarrassment of being in heat during soccer practice weighs in his mind. He looks at his feet and turns around, hurrying down the hallway to their locker room.
Once he opens the door and steps inside their locker room, he breathes. It’s a sigh of relief. The room is empty, there’s no alphas around him. He can shower and figure out how to take care of his heat in peace.
He walks over to his locker, having to tiptoe to open it as it’s on the top row. Jake is about to reach for his shampoo before he seizes, his muscles tensing up.
He can feel slick trickling down his ass and collecting in his shorts. His legs wobble and his hands smack against the lockers in an attempt to catch himself as his knees buckle and legs give out on him, a loud clatter echoing through the room.
His heat most definitely cannot wait, Jake realizes, so in the heat of the moment, he sits himself down on a bench, pulls his shorts and boxers down, and tosses them to the side. His wobbly legs stutter as he sits down on a bench, opening his legs and guides his fingers to his hole for some relief.
He slips a finger inside his hole, whining as his heat muddled brain convinced him that his finger is too thin. He guides another finger inside his hole, moaning as he feels himself clench around the digits.
He’s dripping slick everywhere on the bench, but the only thing he can focus on right now is making himself come. He thrusts his small fingers in his hole and moans out, eyes rolling back and squeezing shut as his fingers reach his prostate deliciously.
He’s adds another finger, and he’s teasing his hole, about to slip in a fourth when the door to the locker room opens and a dominating alpha scent fills the air. Jake’s eyes snap open, he looks up and oh, there’s Heeseung.
The tall alpha stands in the doorway, a smug grin on his face and Jake gasps, pulling his fingers out of his ass and snapping his legs closed. There’s no getting out of this one, he realizes, as he watches the alpha look him up and down and smirk.
“Fingering yourself in our locker room, huh?” the alpha cocks his head to the side, tonguing his cheek. Jake whines, pulling his jersey down in an attempt to cover his most intimate parts. It’s no use, however, the material just isn’t stretchy enough.
The alpha laughs. Not a kind, reassuring one, but a mean and mocking one - Jake shrinks into himself hearing it, wanting nothing more than to disappear. He feels so fucking pathetic, like a vulnerable omega who can’t fight the need to get off.
Which is kind of what he is, though.
Heeseung stalks over to him, bending down and gripping Jake’s jaw, the bone fits perfectly in Heeseung’s big hands. “I never wanted you on the team, you know.” And Jake’s eyes water - he knew where Heeseung was going with this. The possibility that an omega’s heat would mess with the alpha’s ruts. It’s the same reason why his coach had trouble convincing the team that he’d be a good addition.
The alpha smirks, but his face turns stone cold in a second. “I knew an omega would mess things up, and I guess I was right.”
Heeseung pouts his lips when Jake whimpers, faking his pity. “Now we have a stupid omega in heat so close to our game on fucking Saturday,” the alpha tightens his grip on Jake’s jaw, the omega’s lips squished together in a pout.
Jake’s eyes are watering, he feels like helpless prey, just waiting to meet his fate.
“Don’t you have any shame fingering yourself in our locker room like a whore?” Heeseung continues on. The alpha clearly enjoys watching Jake’s eyes glisten with tears, and then watching them roll down the omega’s cheeks.
Jake sobs. Heeseung smiles.
“I- I’m sorry,” Jake cries out as best he can with his checks squished together, closing his eyes so he doesn’t meet the alpha’s stare. “I- I didn’t mean to, I don’t know what’s happening..” Jake whimpers as Heeseung pushes Jake’s chin up, the omega making direct eye contact with the alpha.
“So stupid, hm? You need a real, alpha dick to please you?” Heeseung asks, licking his lips at the way Jake reels, the omega turning his head to the side, exposing his neck.
Jake mutters something unintelligible, Heeseung cocking an eyebrow at him.
“What was that? You have to speak up, baby,” Heeseung smirks, watching the way Jake’s thighs rub together at the pet name.
“Yes! Yes, I need alpha’s knot,” he cries, spit trailing out of his mouth. The alpha’s thumb swipes the trailing spit from Jake’s chin, shoving it back into his mouth. Jake is gone, and he hasn’t even gotten fucked yet.
“Are you on birth control?” Heeseung remembers to ask, licking his lips as Jake frantically nods and breathes out. “Yeah, yeah I am.”
Before they could go any further, Heeseung’s head perks up. He freezes for a moment. “Shit,” he whispers. His hands move quickly, stripping Jake of his jersey and putting that and his discarded shorts and boxers in the omega’s still open locker, slamming it shut.
The omega cries out, having heard the chatter of the rest of the team from down the hallway. Jake desperately tries to cover himself up, but his small hands still leave nothing to the imagination. Jake is about to curl up into a ball and just face the humiliation, but before he could do so, Heeseung is picking him up bridal style and running to the showers.
Jake’s heat-muddled mind swoons at the fact that the alpha picked him up with no difficulty.
Heeseung gently sets Jake down in the shower, closing the curtain behind them and sighing in relief. He’s moved quick enough that none of the other alphas would see the omega so vulnerable. He may be an asshole, but he has some respect and decency, Jake realizes .
The alpha slides his jersey off, but leaves his boxers and shorts on. Heeseung shuffles over and turns Jake around, so that his front is pressed against the cold walls of the shower. The alpha stands behind Jake, wrapping his hands around the omega’s waist, leaning down and pinning him to the wall, effectively hiding Jake’s vulnerability. He feels Heeseung’s warm cheek press against his shoulder, before Heeseung lifts his head up and cocks it to the side, listening out for the rest of the team.
Soon enough, the door to the locker room is pushed in and the smell of reeking alphas and testosterone fills the air. Jake’s knees knock together, and he starts trembling.
“ Holy shit, it smells like omega in here,” Jake hears someone holler, and he pins the voice as Yeonwoo’s, the teams goalkeeper.
“I knew that omega bitch would smell good in full blown heat,” someone else laughs, and Jake recognizes this voice as Seongjun’s, their sweeper. When Heeseung hears the other alpha’s voice, he growls, a low threatening one. The alpha’s hands start tightening around Jake’s waist, strong enough to leave bruises.
Jake feels his heat spike from this gesture, the thought of the alpha protecting him turning him on, so Jake whines, pushing his ass back against Heeseung’s hardening dick that’s still trapped in his uniform.
The alpha turns his head and nips Jake on the shoulder, whispering into his ear. “They’re right behind this curtain, baby. Do you want them to hear you?” Jake opens his mouth to answer, but someone’s voice shouts out.
“Yo Lee! Are you in here?” and Jake is too focused on pathetically grinding his ass on Heeseung’s dick to at least try and recognize the voice. Heeseung moans into Jake’s ear, the stimulation getting to him. He takes a hand off of Jake’s waist and tugs his dick out of his shorts, stroking it and tapping it on Jake’s ass.
“Yeah, I am,” Heeseung replies. “I’m with Jakey too. Do you wanna say hi, baby?” The alpha laughs. Jake’s thrown off at the change in mood, and he’s about to question it before Heeseung grabs his hips and pushes the fat tip of his cock into the omega’s hole, pressing him into the cold tiles of the shower.
Jake moans. Loud. The whole locker room echoes in gasps and cheers at the same time Jake slaps a hand over his mouth, pressing his face into the shower wall. He can feel Heeseung’s tip stay right at his entrance, the alpha doesn’t press in deeper.
“Damn, Hee, you getting him good?” Someone barks out, and Heeseung laughs.
“What else do you expect from me?” and Heeseung fucking slams his hips into Jake’s. There’s an echo of skin slapping at the same time the omega lets out a scream, completely unprepared for the sudden thrust. The thrust has Heeseung’s dick pressed right up against the omega’s prostate, and Jake sobs. His knees wobble, and he lightly pounds his fist on the wall’s cold tiles.
Jake has no time to react before the alpha’s thrusts start up again, his front slamming into the wall from the force of Heeseung’s hips. Jake cries out, his head falling back onto the alpha’s shoulder. The omega sobs, the pleasure too overwhelming.
The faint sound of someone taking steps to the shower stalls is all the warning they get before the fucking shower curtain is whipped open and a gaping Yeonwoo is there, holding the curtain open, and the entire team can see Heeseung’s still partially clothed body, his hips pounding into Jake’s small, nude frame.
The omega screams, shrinking down into himself and clenching down on Heeseung’s cock at the same time. The alpha growls. his front lowering and pressing himself to the omega’s back to cover the omega.
“Who do you think you are, Yeonwoo?” the alpha spits out, his eyes darkening. The other alpha steps back, raising his hands up. “S-sorry man, I just..” Yeonwoo trails off.
“That’s right,” Heeseung snarls, holding onto Jake tighter. “Everyone get out, before I fuck you up.” Everyone runs out of the locker room, not risking the chances of dying at the hands of an alpha protecting an omega in heat.
Heeseung hums, before he leans down and whispers into Jake’s ear. “Are you okay, baby?”
And Jake is more than okay, his heart full at the fact that this particular alpha was protecting him. The same alpha that Jake thought was a total bitch that he couldn’t do anything around without the alpha complaining.
“Mhm,” Jake sniffles, hands reaching out onto the shower tiles again. “Can you please fuck me? I want it hard, I wan’ your pups,” Jake asks quietly, as if he wasn’t asking Heeseung to get him pregnant.
The words have an impact on his brain. He imagines Jake all swollen with his pups, his tits leaking with milk. He imagines the way Jake would waddle when he walks when his tummy would get all big and round. He imagines Jake being a good little omega for him, taking care of children and cooking meals for them.
Ideas like these usually only happen when Heeseung is in rut. Fuck, this omega must really be doing things to me, the alpha thinks, before snapping back into the present.
“Of course, baby,” the alpha says, pulling his dick out and turning the omega’s small frame around to face him. He lifts the omega’s leg up so he could get better leverage, and guides the omegas hands to wrap around his neck.
“H-hurry please, I wan’ your knot,” the omega whimpers. Heeseung growls. Who is he to deny his pretty omega’s request? He puts his grip on Jake’s waist and guides his cock to the omega’s wet hole. Heeseung thrusts up, slamming Jake down at the same time, his cock effectively spearing Jake’s little hole.
The omega sobs, his legs trembling and his hands going up to tug at Heeseung’s hair, he needs something to hold on to. The omega could feel his first orgasm building up, the heat in his belly getting hotter.
“Alpha! Alpha, I’m gonna come!” he screams, and the alpha’s thrusts pick up speed. Heeseung’s panting sound arousing in his ears, and when the alpha moans out, “come,” in a breathy voice, the omega convulses, back arching off of the shower wall and thick, opaque liquid spurts from his dick.
The alpha’s thrusts don’t slow down even after the omega has come, his hips stay pounding into the smaller’s body at an unforgiving pace.
“Please, Alpha! ‘M sensitive!” the omega screeches. His hands let go of the alpha’s hair and he tries pushing on Heeseung’s broad shoulders, doing everything he can to get away from the cock spearing his insides.
The alpha slows his hips, now deeply grinding into the omega’s prostate. He takes a hand off of Jake’s waist and gathers both of Jake’s hands, pinning them up above the omega’s head.
“I thought you wanted my knot? Have you changed your mind, you dumb omega?” The alpha raises an eyebrow. The omega cries, tears rolling down his cheeks, unable to look the alpha in the eyes. The alpha’s cock continuously pressing in his prostate feels like too much, but he just want’s more.
“I- I do, want your knot,” the omega pleads. “When- when can I have it?”
Heeseung smiles. He loves the way the omega looks, so submissive with tear tracks staining his cheeks, fully nude while the alpha hasn’t stepped out of his shorts. “Soon, baby,” the alpha says.
Heeseung’s hand pinning both of the omega’s to the wall haven’t moved, the omega is in a perfect position for Heeseung to keep taking what he wants, and to keep giving what Jake needs. The alpha’s hips start slamming into Jake’s hole, the warm tightness feels like heaven around his cock, and he can feel his knot starting to form. Judging by the way Jake’s moans get higher in pitch, the omega can feel it too.
Heeseung slams his cock in the omega’s hole and laughs when the omega starts screaming. “My little slut,” he grins, watching tears stream down Jake’s cheeks, the omega heaving with sobs.
“Yes! Yes, all yours!” the omega cries out. The constant abuse of his prostate leaves his legs wobbling and his nerves on fire. The omega screams as his legs give out on him, Heeseung having to let go of pinning the omega’s hands to the wall to catch Jake and hold him up to keep fucking into him.
“Will you be a good little wife for me? Keep my pups fed with the milk that’ll leak from your tits?” Heeseung snarls out. His thrusts slow into a dirty grind, the alpha’s head lowering to lick at Jake’s collarbones. Jake moans at the way the alpha licks over his scent gland, scenting him.
“Yes, I’ll be your wife! Alpha! P-Please! I need to come!” the omega screeches. Jake is so exhausted it feels like there’s no air to breathe, no energy to hold even his head up. The feeling of Heeseung’s cock in him is enough to make his mind go blank.
“Come,” the alpha whispers, and Jake does.
He fucking squirts. Thin, opaque liquid squirts out from his dick and onto both of the men’s chests, Jake sobbing out in embarrassment as he watches his cum get all over both of them. Heeseung’s arms stutter from holding Jake up as he watches the omega come. This scene seems to do it for Heeseung, as the alpha groans, his knot catching on the omega’s rim. He thrusts into the warm heat one last time before shoving his knot into the omega’s tight hole.
The omega screams at the sudden stretch, more of the thin, watery release squirting from his dick. Heeseung pants, rocking his hips into the omega’s ass to ride out his orgasm, moaning as he feels every spurt of his come fill his omega up. He zones out for a minute, watching his come inflate the stomach of his omega, before he’s brought back to reality by the sound of sniffles.
Jake is still crying.
He watches the omega rub his come-inflated belly and sob, trembling. “Shh, hey, are you okay?” Heeseung asks hurriedly. Jake’s hand stops rubbing, he keeps it on where he can feel Heeseung’s dick inside of him. He looks up at Heeseung with red-rimmed eyes.
“‘M, okay, yeah. I’m just tired,” Jake hiccups. The omega closes his eyes, head falling back onto the shower wall. “Thank you for fucking me, you have a really nice knot.” Jake adds on, giving Heeseung a tired smile.
“Do you really want my pups?” Heeseung asks before he can catch himself, and Jake starts giggling. “Yeah, I do. I really like you, Heeseung hyung, I would love to carry your litter.”
Jake notices the way Heeseung’s dick twitches inside of him, so he carries on. “I’d love to have your puppies, hyung. I’d be such a good mommy for you, I promise.” Heeseung moans breathily, his hips stuttering, his cock pushing further into Jake. The sudden warmth that floods Jake’s already stuffed ass says it all.