The ginger wasn't the most coordinated person. He often forgot things like his car keys and his card when leaving the house; he was absentminded. It only got worse when he presented as an omega. Everyone in his family were Betas, so it was largely assumed he would be the same.

He would never forget the look of shock in his mother's eyes once she got a whiff of him the morning his second gender emerged. Ever since, he had been on a healthy routine of birth control and heat suppressants to keep him safe. Alphas weren't mindless beasts; that was stupid to think, but you could never be too careful when it came to the allure of a fresh omega.

The scent of an omega's pussy was a unique one. Simon's friends, who were alphas, described it as being sweet and like the world's best dessert. The omega flushed hearing this and made sure to double down on perfume whenever he was forced to leave his house on his heat. While legally, omegas were given time off that was only up to a week mandatory.

After that it depended on the job, and most didn't give a damn about the side effects that came after. Simon tried his hardest to keep up on his pills and his slick proof boxers. He did his hardest, setting alarms, having reminders on his calendars, everything. It was just some days he slipped up, and then he got into big trouble.

Normally, once he felt the cool thickness of slick gushing out, he would call his mom to get him and get a scolding before being taken home. Today was sadly the one day he was walking with his phone on four percent charge when it hit him. Simon sucked in a whine as he felt his pussy instinctively clench, the smell of nearby alphas making his mouth begin to water.

It was an embarrassing display that got him a decent amount of glares from these alphas' partners, but he was largely ignored. The omega knew this wouldn't stay that way, however. He was unclaimed, never liking the idea of being tied down to someone with a neck bite. Which left him even more vulnerable, as someone could see his wetness and pounce.

With his jog turned into an uncomfortable wet waddle, the giant of an omega made it to a nearby alleyway before digging into his bag. He always brought an emergency slick pad to slap on when his gushing was too heavy, along with pills. He found his bottle and nearly broke his fingers popping the cap off. Sweat dripped down his clammy, tan face as his eyes turned into tiny hazel pinpricks the moment he saw the inside of the bottle.

Empty.

He had forgotten to refill it, of course, probably assuming that this was a new bottle and he'd gotten rid of the empty one. No heat-suppressant pills meant eventually his scent would become so potent everyone would know. Simon shuddered, practically drooling as he was hit with a mix of horniness and nerves.

"Hello?" Oh fuck. Someone was in the alley!

Simon debated what to do. If he tried to act like he wasn't here, the person would eventually catch a hint of his scent and call him out. Being seen in drenched pants with his cock standing straight up was a fate worse than death. But he also knew he couldn't just hide or run off. He had to act. The omega tried to answer the person, but he got hit with the first of many cramps.

During your heat, many omegas would suffer from awful cramps that made you double over and cry. Depending on pre-existing health issues, the cramps could be even worse, and sadly, Simon had a chronic illness. So, his cramps were at titanic levels of horrid as he slammed against the wall of the building he was behind and felt vomit form in his mouth. He could barely see with how dizzy he was becoming.

The first thing he noticed about his possible savior was their scent. It was thick, filling his nostrils so far that he couldn't help but go into a coughing fit. His tongue was fuzzy, and he touched the wall with both hands as he tried to steady himself. That smell of coconut that reminded him of a slice of cake made his mouth water.

Any omega would have their panties ripped off at the sight of whatever alpha that had that treat. Simon just knew that this alpha was a stranger and no matter how delicious they smelled, they weren't someone he knew. His heart dropped as the alpha got closer and their smell clouded his mind further. Any sense of self-care went out of the window as he was punched at the left with heat sickness and at the right with horniness.

The fragrance wrapped him up and kept him stuck in place as he met its owner. Simon immediately noticed how big the Alpha was. He was taller than the omega, which was crazy, as he was already tall for an omega at six foot. So this guy had to be six foot four, and his body matched it with his arms being huge like logs. The man could crush him with those thighs of his.

Drool dripped down Simon's hoodie and drenched the ground beneath him along with his slick as his attraction grew. Thick, liquid desire poured down his legs and soaked his poor sneakers as he fought the urge to suck that cock. God, he could smell it. The stench of fresh alpha penis that hadn't been jerked off in a week made his pussy sing. Simon fought hard with himself. Screaming to not fall into omega instincts as the alpha looked him over and bared his fangs.

The omega gulped. Teeth like that meant the alpha was definitely older. Most alphas got their fangs in their late teens, and they fully developed in their late twenties. Those bad boys were out and sharp as a knife ready to tear into his throat. Simon whimpered, as he didn't want this strange alpha to bite down onto his neck, but his instincts wouldn't listen.

His legs trembled as he struggled to make sense of where he was and what was happening. The alpha enjoyed it as the smell of pleasure emitted from his body. He was towering over him now, somehow getting that much closer before the omega even noticed. A meaty, aged hand touched his cheek, and Simon melted.

His mind became putty as he watched the alpha stamp out of the cigarette he must have been smoking before and blow out the smoke. With it hitting the omega right in the eye without a care. He desperately leaned into the assault of his senses, his eyes watering as the man used him like a living ashtray without a care in the world.

The alpha had beautiful hair that, despite being gray, was long and luscious in a way that Simon couldn't help but be jealous of. He opened his mouth to ask the alpha some questions, like who are you and why are you touching me, but was quickly silenced by a kiss.

The kiss was rough, his bottom lip being chomped on by those fangs making the omega screech. Slick gushed out of him once more as his body confused pleasure and pain as he began to bleed from the rough way he was being handled. Never in his life had he been treated this way. His family saw him as the apple of their eye, and they always pampered him. Sheltered him from the darkness of the world and kept his natural scent all precious and clean.

The alpha pulled away and then directed his attention to the ginger's chin. Lapping up the blood was a showcase of animalistic behavior that left the omega to tremble in relief. The man was cleaning him off and scenting him so no other alpha would come near him. Simon wasn't sure if he wanted that or not, but there was not much else he could do in his current situation.

The alpha was in control here, with the omega being nothing but a weak fawn in his massive jaw. One snap and Simon would be limp in his hold, claimed as his property. He leaned into the licks, shivering from the wetness of alpha's tongue as it played with his skin. Tickling it and his earlobe as the older man teased him with the idea of him biting it. A hand moved down his chest, causing the omega's eyes to widen as he moaned like a brain-dead whore.

"Your pussy is drenched, omega." The alpha's voice was so rugged and aged. It sounded like he'd smoked a dozen cigarettes. "It's desperate for my cock."

Simon flushed and answered in a jumble of words. "I guess? M-Maybe um, Alpha, please can you?!"

Before he could even make sense of what was happening, the alpha had pulled his bottoms down. They fell to the ground in a messy heap of wetness, and a hand came slamming down on his vagina. The omega cried out and tried to close his legs but one glance from the alpha made him freeze. Instead of rubbing his clit or even kissing it the man instead had smacked it. The hit stung with tears springing up in the ginger's eyes as it tried to understand why that happened and why it felt nice.

He had no idea why alphas got pleasure from such things, but this alpha was going to keep doing it by the looks of things. His thick, work-worn hand slapped down on the younger man's vagina again, and his legs trembled. These weren't playful hits or even quick but weak ones but actual slaps that could leave your face swollen. Pain colored the omega's senses, but his pussy still clenched down with the feeling of being beaten. Simon stared, awestruck, as he began to blush from how turned on he was.

"Now," the alpha's finger hesitated over his clit once more, daring to go in as the omega's back bent. "Are you ready for me to breed you?"