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Babe looked nothing like an omega. He was so tall that most of the time he towered over people with his muscular body—a result of his strict gym routine and healthy diet. Even before he started going back and forth to the gym, people often mistook him for an alpha or beta because of his masculine physique. Top with his lack of a sweet scent like typical omegas, he found himself stuck in a situation where people confused his secondary gender countless times.
He didn't really mind, though, because it’s not like the world is ending every time people misgender him. But it did bother him the most when his heat-induced brain made him crave nothing but a big fat alpha cock to fuck him senseless, yet he did not have an alpha around to help him.
There were times when Babe managed to find alphas trustworthy enough to help him through his heat, but those instances were rare. Between his busy work schedule and the effort it took to find reliable partners, setting up appointments wasn’t easy.
As you can guess, the omega has always been single all his life; he never dated anyone because apparently he wasn't 'omega enough' for alphas, and clearly he wasn't an alpha for the omegas. Maybe he could try dating betas, but again, they couldn't provide the things that would satisfy him in his heat, so he chose to remain alone rather than face potential conflicts and drama.
As if finding an alpha for himself wasn't already difficult enough due to his appearance, everything became harder because he himself had preferences—his ideal type.
He didn’t want a typical overbearing, arrogant alpha. No, he dreamed of an alpha he could push into submission in bed and he would **** his **** until *** **** **** off—
Babe knew he had a wild fantasy, and he wasn't ashamed of it at all. Why would he be?? He preferred an obedient, puppy-like alpha over an arrogant prick who thought he was superior to everyone else. Hell, he often felt the urge to punch those prideful types—if only Way didn’t always hold him back.
And people shouldn't blame him for having such fantasies. He had a background of a family that was famous for their long line of alphas, so he was born into this world without his consent and was forced to learn about mannerisms and leadership because they expected him to be an alpha as the oldest grandchild in the family. So when everyone found out that he was actually fated to be an omega, it was like the universe had slapped his entire family.
Babe was a late bloomer; he got his first heat pretty late, past his 19th birthday, and it came on so strong that he was rushed to the hospital. After the doctor had done a blood test on him twice, it was confirmed that he was an omega. The news quickly reached his relatives, and the disappointment in their eyes cut deep. While his father thankfully wasn't disappointed in him, he was still taken aback by his fate.
His grandfather, especially, made it clear that Babe was a disgrace to their bloodline for being an omega instead of the mighty alpha his family desired.
He could still remember their reactions vividly—the way they treated him changed overnight just because he wasn't an alpha. Their eyes looked at him as if he didn't deserve to stand tall in the main house, as if he wasn't a part of the family. It disgusted Babe to his core. He despised them all with every fiber of his being.
Babe was fed up with all the alphas who always thought they they were at the top of an invisible hierarchy the society had created. Enough was enough.
So, he decided he wouldn’t just endure it; he had to prove himself. He excelled in his studies, graduated with honors, and when he joined the family company, he didn’t just do well—he outshined them all. His work spoke so loudly that even his grandfather couldn’t object when the board voted to name him the next in line for CEO. Now, he held the title of manager, outranking his cousins and proving, once and for all, that his worth had nothing to do with being an alpha. (you can tell i have zero knowledge how company politics works)
And it felt damn good. Every time he saw the bitter looks on their faces, it fueled him. He kept climbing, kept succeeding just to remind them that he was above their petty scorn.
Thus, Babe had been praying for a laid-back and empathetic alpha, a contrast to his family. However, it was really hard to find his ideal type because that person would be one in a million: premium, rare, exotic—an anomaly in this weird universe he found himself in. Most alphas scoffed at the idea of being anything other than dominant, their pride too great to even entertain the thought of submission. Teasing them about liking cute things or wanting to take on a more passive role often led to conflict and heated arguments.
Yet Babe refused to give up hope. If he could exist in this world defying the stereotypes, then he believed with every fiber of his being that somewhere out there were others just like him too.
What was so wrong with being on the receiving end anyway? These alphas were wasting their lifetimes by not even trying it out. If Babe were an alpha, he wouldn't think twice about bending over and getting fucked from behind because it's good.
Babe had done a lot of experiments to know his preferences. Hell, he even tried being with one fucking beta, omegas, and an alpha once (it was Alan; they decided they wouldn't do it again after that). But in the end, Babe liked to be the one getting fucked. It's normal for an omega like him, but it was not normal for others because he didn't look like the omegas they knew. One one-night stand even told him that if not for the slick dripping from his hole, they’d have thought he was an alpha. Babe didn’t know if he should take it as a compliment or an insult.
Fuck them. Babe did not care even a bit about his not-so-omega appearance. In fact, he was really proud of it. He looked stronger than most prick alphas he met, and their omegas' eyes lingered on him. It was something nice. He felt smug when omegas and betas came to him for fucks.
But it's different when he is in heat. He wants a big dick deep in his ass–
Babe sighed as he leaned back in his office chair. Ten more minutes before his work hours ended, and he was free without any files to sign or revise, so his mind decided to reflect on his life instead, mainly his sex life. Probably because he was close to his heat, his mind started wondering about mating.
His left hand, gripping a bottle of supplement pills, tightened its grip as he considered whether to take the drugs or not.
He could depend on medication. It was the easiest solution before asking for his friends' help.
His friends, Way and Pete. They were a trio buddies from university. At last, they settled together after years of low-key crushing on each other, so it's appreciated for him not to bother them with his heat problems.
However, his doctor advised him to stop depending on medications too much. He was still young—31 exactly—and a decade of constant medication was a really concerning situation. So, for the sake of his health and body, he should tune down his medication usage and use traditional ways to deal with his heat: sex and knots.
Babe sighed again, heavier this time. He wished the puppy-like alpha would fall out of nowhere from the sky and land in front of his doorstep to make his life brighter. Does he need to do some good deeds for it to come true?
His eyes then switched their focus to his phone left on his office desk when a ding was heard. He received a text from Pete. His hand lazily reached for his phone and opened the text, reading it calmly.
Pete told him about their supposed meeting to discuss the project they were planning to start. He said he couldn't come on that day because he needed to pick up his brother from the airport and asked for a new date.
Babe was okay with it because he wasn't that busy at the moment, so he checked his schedule and opted to reply to his friend with the date. But then, his fingers halted when he spotted a link shared by Pete at the top of their chat room.
It was a link to an app that Pete had shared with him last week—a link to a dating app that his friend jokingly suggested he try, saying he needed to get laid with an alpha or he would explode from horniness one day. Babe thought Pete's suggestion was ridiculous because he had read and listened to countless stories of people getting scammed online and even being stalked. For his own well-being and safety, he chose not to indulge himself with such stupid applications.
But maybe he was so desperate that he found himself considering the idea.
No. Babe shook his head. He quickly sent a reply to Pete before stuffing his phone into his pocket as he rose from his chair to collect his things. Like hell, he would agree to the bizarre idea.
It was time for him to go home. After all the conflicts of his life running in his mind, he couldn't wait to soak himself in a warm bath at home.
Babe couldn’t believe what he was doing.
He was setting up his own account in that darn app because apparently ever since he left his office, the app been haunting him.
On his way home, he let the radio play in the background, listening to unfunny evening jokes that emitted from the radio. He didn't really listen to what the DJ was talking about, but from their loud laughter, he knew they were exchanging jokes that were only funny to them.
Then, out of nowhere, came another person's voice. The radio station opened the lines for listeners to tell a story about their love lives because apparently, that was the topic of the day, and the topic successfully had Babe's ears fully focused on it.
The woman on the call introduced herself as an omega, happily married to an alpha with two pups. She told more about her life, which made Babe slightly jealous as he compared hers to his own. She then started explaining how she met her husband. It turns out they knew each other from the same dating app that Pete had shared with Babe.
The male omega groaned, becoming uninterested in listening to her story because instead of a real-life story, it was beginning to sound like an advertisement promoting the app. With a huff, he decided to switch the station.
When he got home, the first thing he did was check his fridge, thinking of a meal for dinner. Realizing he had almost run out of ingredients to cook, he made a mental note to buy groceries later and decided to order food delivery instead. As he opened a delivery app in search of a menu he would be interested in eating, his eyes zeroed in on a small bar of advertisement at the bottom of his screen.
It was the damn dating app.
Babe frowned, getting frustrated that the app was everywhere when he was trying not to think of it. He quickly searched for the usual restaurant he always ordered from and picked his usual menu.
After having a good soak in his bath for half an hour, Babe came out of his bathroom with a bathrobe around him. His order was supposed to arrive by that time. Just like in a queue, his bell rang.
Happily bringing his order of spicy Korean chicken and salads to the living room, Babe reached for the TV remote as he placed the boxes of food on the table. He switched the setting and browsed for the new high school drama that he had been wanting to watch.
Clicking on the video, Babe plopped down on his sofa as the screen loaded two advertisements before the actual video played. Babe reached for his food, but then he froze when the first advertisement played, and he heard the name of the dating app emitted from his TV.
Babe glared at his TV; it was 15 seconds of unskippable torture. He groaned, deciding to ignore the advertisement and focus on his food instead.
As he munched on the first piece of chicken, the drama finally started, and as usual, it opened with the typical series disclaimer. Babe watched calmly, too lazy to fast forward the video.
The drama began with a scene of a girl watching boys playing football. Then a voiceover started talking about people's belief in writing your crush's name on an eraser.
Weird belief, but it's okay. It's a plot point. Babe didn't care. He only watched because the actor in the story was someone close to him.
There the person walking into the class, wearing a striped sweater, Gun, who acted as Atom in the drama. He knew the actor because they had met at a fashion show event before.
Babe continued watching as he enjoyed himself. When the video ended, he took his remote to go to the next video. The video started with some advertisements for brands sponsoring the drama, and then Babe's eyes widened at a particular advertisement.
It was the damn dating app. Again.
Babe had his hands around his head. He was starting to forget about it, but then it came out again 20 minutes after he had last seen it. He had enough. He reached for his phone on the coffee table, tapping on Google, putting in the dating app's name, and then hitting the go button. Everything happened in a blur, and then he was looking at the official online site of the app. He quickly worked to find information about the team working for the app, and he glared when he found the company name.
It was Pete's company. They were the founders of the dating app.
"Fuck you, Pete," Babe swore under his breath before he hit the giant button with the word "download" on it.
Babe stared uninterestedly at his screen. He was too lazy to think of anything; maybe he would try out the app and then uninstall it after a week of using it because Babe was a busy person, and most of the time he wasn't holding his phone at all. He also tended to forget where he last put his phone sometimes.
The first thing that came up after the screen finished loading was the app asking for a number or email, age, gender, and lastly, his secondary gender.
He simply put in his information and tapped the continue button. The app then loaded before he was met with the home page of the app. The first thing he did was tap his account page, and he was instantly instructed to set up his account. So there he was; Babe found himself thinking of a fake name that would sound cute. He had the urge to troll people in there, wanting to make whoever was chatting with him think he was some kind of petite and fragile stereotyped omega for fun.
After a brief pause, Babe settled on Purrince Fluffybottom.
He burst out laughing as he entered other information, purposely leaving the height and weight sections blank. Lastly, he put the cutest picture of himself that he could find on his phone. It was a picture of him eating his salad while video calling Way, and the latter decided to screenshot it when Babe was mid-rant and shoving his face really close to the screen. It came out cute, so Babe actually liked it.
"That was quick," Babe muttered as a flood of notifications came through. The app had already lined up several profiles—all alphas—for him to check out. He scrolled through the suggestions, and his eyes then zeroed in on an account with the name LieLie the Puppy displayed.
Babe swore a ghost pushed his hand, causing him to accidentally tap the like button right beside the display, indicating he was interested in chatting with the LieLie the Puppy person. Now, LieLie the Puppy would really think he was interested in chatting with him—
Babe's mind went blank when a ding was heard, and a notification bar came out at the top of his screen.
LieLie the Puppy has sent you a message.
Then another bar came out, informing him that LieLie the Puppy had sent him another text.
Then another.
And another.
Babe scoffed, "Four texts in a row. This boy better not dry up when texting." He decided to ignore the texts for a while, choosing not to show that he was a bit eager to start chatting.
Feeding himself the now cold chicken pieces, he tapped on the alpha's account, curiosity piqued, making him have the urge to stalk a little to know what kind of person this LieLie the Puppy was.
There were several pictures posted on his account, but only one picture barely showed the owner of the account – a mirror selfie with a flash that caused the light to shadow over the person's body while his face was covered with the back of his phone. But Babe could make out the gym in the background and that the person was wearing round glasses. The other pictures gave off the vibe of student life.
Finished stalking, Babe took a deep breath and finally opened the chat.
LieLie the Puppy 🐾:
hi Purrince Fluffybottom ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა
thanks for tapping the like!!
you can call me LieLie heheh
nice to meet youu ૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა
The corners of Babe's lips tilted, creeping to form a smile, but Babe managed to cough several times to stop himself from grinning. Composing himself, he tapped the text bar and started typing his reply.
:Purrince Fluffybottom
👋 Hi LieLie
.Nice to meet you too
Babe stared at the texts he had sent, debating whether he should match the alpha’s playful energy. But before he could send another text, the alpha beat him to it. With that, they started conversing with each other surprisingly well.
To Babe’s surprise, the conversation flowed easily. Before long, he was stretched out on the sofa, a wide smile on his face as he happily typed out his replies.