psychoanalyzeme: heat [ hiːt ]a cycle an omega goes through every three months. omega will be in a constant state of arousal; hormone goes wild. if sexual quota is not met, it can be uncomfortable and unpleasant. the alpha can smell the omegas when in heat, and, thus, know their wanton states. @whataboutthefish
I wrote NSFW omega!Benny, pls be gentle with me
Benny can’t take it anymore. This heat is the worst he’s had in a while (due to the fact that he /finally/ stopped taking his suppressants, he’d never liked them,) and he figures he and Dean have been dating long enough for this to happen. They haven’t really done much besides some making out and heavy petting, and maybe his heat is clouding his judgment on this one, but he really, honestly thinks he’ll spontaneously combust if he doesn’t get some help through this.
He picks up his phone, dials Dean’s number. Waits.
Dean doesn’t pick up.
Benny groans frustratedly, stripping out of what’s left of his clothes (just his socks and an embarrassingly wet pair of navy boxer briefs) before he tries again.
He thinks Dean isn’t going to pick up- again- but just before it goes to voicemail, he hears a familiar and chipper voice. “Hey, Benny. What’s up?”
Benny knows he sounds breathless and gravelly when he speaks, but he’s past caring. “I’m havin’ my heat. ’S bad.”
“Oh. Uh… Do you… Do you want me to bring you something, or?…” He trails off, obviously not quite sure what Benny wants from him.
Benny whines quietly as he feels some slick travel down his thigh, and hears Dean’s breathing get a little heavier in turn. “Want your help…” There was a moment of silence that couldn’t have been much longer than a few seconds, and he didn’t think either of them breathed in that time. “Please.”
Another silence, shorter this time. “Are you sure, Ben? I mean, that’s kind of a big deal.”
“I’d be happy to talk about how much I trust you some other time, Dean, but right now I just really /really/ need ya to fuck me.” Benny groaned, hearing a low sound on the other end of the line that was purely Alpha.
“I’m already on that side of town, I’ll be there in five.” Dean replied, voice already sounding thick and rough with arousal.
“Oh, thank god. Drive safe.”
Benny heard an affirmative grunt and then the click that meant the call had ended.
Dean gladly let himself in Benny’s house, figuring he wouldn’t mind in the present situation. The smell that met him was undoubtedly Benny. The thick, rich scent of butter pecans laced with the soft, sweet freshness of wildflowers. He wished he could bottle it up to keep because it was easily his favorite smell.
He followed his nose to Benny’s bedroom, cursing under his breath at the sight before him.
Benny, presenting himself to Dean, his turned to the side to search for Dean’s approval.
“Fuck, Ben. You… Shit.”
“As much as I’d like to hear you go on about how nice I look, I really need ya to get goin’, cher.”
Dean grinned, quickly ridding himself of all of his clothes (not quickly /enough/ according to Benny) before he knelt down behind the brawny omega and started licking up his slick.
Benny took in a shaky breath at the contact, pushing back against the pressure. He could hear Dean moaning, clearly enjoying himself.
“God, Ben, you taste so fuckin’ good.” Dean praised, gripping onto the omega’s thick thighs as he licked into him, slick already covering his mouth and chin.
“Dean, /please./” Benny whined.
Dean couldn’t argue with that.
Once they fell to the mattress, still locked together by Dean’s knot, Benny sighed happily, bringing one of Dean’s hand to his face and gently kissing his knuckles. “That was amazing, doll.”
“Mm, yeah.” Dean hummed, burying his nose in Benny’s hair and scenting him happily.
“Think you can get off work tomorrow?”
“I’m sure I can figure something out.” Dean smiled.
Benny had never felt so content and safe as he was wrapped in Dean’s arms.