Kink: Omegaverse, Vanilla
Ship: Brendon/Patrick
Top: Brendon
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 881

I decided to take a shot at omegaverse. So ehm... enjoy?

I had never really wanted to go into heat. I was busy with work and trying to focus on a big project but then it just had to happen.

I was in the middle of my day, and I'd been having some signs but then, bam. My eyes widened and I needed Brendon. Right now.

It doesn't take me long to get up from my desk, desperately trying not to palm myself through my jeans, and talk to my boss, Gerard, (who I'm pretty sure is a beta). He understood and told me to take the rest of the week off along with the warning to stay safe.

On the way home, I call Brendon, sweating, horny, and needy.

It rings once, twice, three times.

And then he picks up.

"Patrick? What's up?"

I take a deep breath despite the fact that my mind is a mess of: heat, heat, heat, knot, knot, knot.

"Alpha, p-please I need you now. Please, I—/fuck/. Please I—"

"Did you go into your heat?" He asks, and I moan, rutting my hips against my steering wheel needily.

"Yes, yes, please, knot. I need you now, fuck, Alpha." I whimper.

Brendon hums, "I'll be right over, just take care of yourself while you can, alright?"

"Yes, Alpha, thank you,"

He hangs up and I moan as I buck up, desperate for some kind of friction. Any kind of friction.

This is going to be a long week.

***

"Omega? Baby?"

I cry out as I thrust the vibrator in and out of my entrance, desperate for more. For Brendon.

"Alpha, p-please!" I cry out, grinding the vibe right against my prostate, "Please, knot, knot."

Brendon comes up the stairs, pulling his jacket off and shutting the door behind himself. It makes me jump and open my eyes, looking up at him, still thrusting the toy in and out of myself.

"Kn-knot, p-please." I whimper, grinding myself against the mattress.

"Shh," he whispers, tugging off his pants and shoes and socks, "I got you, you're okay."

I feel him come up behind me, my face in the bed and my ass in the air as he pulls the vibe away, flicking it off, then positions himself at my entrance once I've rolled over onto my back.

"Do you want to...?" He asks gently, and I know exactly what he's asking as he pulls the beside drawer open.

I shut my eyes, desperate to clear my mind but it hasn't gotten any easier.

"Yeah, just... don't. Please, alpha." I whimper.

Brendon shuts the drawer and doesn't hesitate on tugging off his boxers before lining himself up with me, his tip teasing my hole and making me whine and whimper in need.

"Alpha, Brendon, please. N-now." I whisper, tears leaving my eyes as he continues to tease me.

Before I know it, though, he shoves himself inside me without the slightest bit of prep and it doesn't hurt too bad but it does burn a little. As he continues to thrust, I find it quickly giving way to pleasure, though.

"Alpha!" I yelp, gripping the sheets of the bed desperately. He continues to thrust in and out of me, mercilessly and I can easily tell he's gone into a rut as well. It just makes me grind back against his cock more, "Please, I can't, I-I need–"

He hushes me, continuing through the sharp thrusts and I can already tell I'm close, the buildup from the vibe was enough to contribute to that and not even a minute has passed since he entered the room.

Brendon kisses me gently, one hand weaving in my hair and his other pulling me closer as he thrusts, his cock pounding deeper and deeper until oh my god.

"ALPHA!" I scream, crying out. He pounds right into my prostate as well as he can while tugging my hair in just the right ways.

My face is hot and sweaty and my back is slick and not to mention my cock is throbbing and twitching and I need Brendon to just knot. I need to feel full and I need to feel him expand and everything is so intense and the only thing at the back of my mind is the fact that holy shit, this isn't protected and I'm probably going to get pregnant. And shit that feels good and–

"You still with me, Trick?" He breathes in my ear, gripping both my hips now.

I can only nod gently, my eyes unfocused against the ceiling. Brendon bites my neck aggressively, taking me out of my trance with a yelp.

"You close?" He asks.

"Knot," I breathe, finding myself unable to reply, "Knot, knot, knot."

He thrusts into me sharply, right into my prostate and with one last cry, I come, him following soon after.

I feel the knot forming inside me as he rolls his hips nice and deep inside me, filling me up.

After a few minutes, I feel it start to go down and relax, shutting my eyes with exhaustion.

"I love you." Brendon whispers.

"I love you, too." I reply.