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This is bad, like, really bad.
A really bad problem.
And it wasn’t easy to come up with solutions when he was sweating profusely, both from the overdose of suppressants and... and the heat. Yes.
His mother told him that too much suppressants would mess up his cycle really badly and even force him into a heat.
That’s what it is.
Quite literally the heat, since Bachira never got to have calmer heats compared to his peers. No, he was most of the time pretty overwhelmed through it.
Now in his shared room with his other teammates in blue lock, no medication in his access to soften whatever wacky effects heat cycles have on his hormone levels, and no mother to comfort him through it, he is fucked.
It’s not like he can casually waltz out and say, “Hey, someone gave me the wrong dose of suppressants and now I am pushed into an early heat. Can anyone fuck the heat out of me?”
So he gets up and power walks to the showers. It’s just like an overdose, right? If he managed to get it out of his system, everything would be fine.
But for now, a cold shower had to suffice to keep his pheromones under control so he can ask for the medical team’s help.
Shutting himself to the furthest stall from the door, turning on the water. Fuck, he was really starting to feel it.
Trying to ignore how heat swirls on the bottom of his stomach, soaping and letting the cool water pour over his scent glands in an attempt to suppress them from releasing sweet citrus pheromones.
His head a little dizzy, so he lets his back lean onto the wall, and hisses as the cool surface makes contact with his warm body. He slowly runs his hand through his hair and sighs.
His hand subconsciously trail downwards and he hikes a leg up with his arm, as his other hand start tracing over his wet folds.
The heat already makes his head foggy, and with the water running he can’t quite hear the sounds he is making as he slips one, two fingers inside himself, twisting and curving them to try and reach further. Searching for that one spot that makes him see stars.
“Hng- fuck, mh”
Beads of sweat appear on his forehead, even though the cold water is still running above him. Letting out silent whimpers and breathy moans. His lips bitten red and eyes squeezed shut, hand between his legs.
Now is where things take a surprising turn for Bachira.
...and Rin.
Rin, who just finished his yoga routine and decided to hit the showers, but someone had the audacity to not only occupy his favourite stall but also- what is that sound?
There is no way some dickhead is masturbating on the showers in this hour of the day? It’s barely after midday.
“Hmn- hah...”
Then he smells it, the pheromones Bachira tried so hard to hide beneath the standard issued blue lock soap. He smells an image in distress, an omega who tries so hard to satisfy themselves with their fingers while they are in heat, an omega who is in need of someone to take care of them, someone to breed-
Now, now, calm down.
Rin slowly releases his own pheromones to comfort the omega, whom he recognises from his citrusy scent, and make his presence be known. Letting his pheromones mix with Bachira’s, as he slowly walks towards the stall in the corner.
The poor omega is too lost in the haze of heat to even hear someone entered the room, but he picks up Rin’s minty scent anyway.
“Hmn- ah, alpha? Alpha- hah...”
Bachira lands his honey coloured eyes on Rin’s teal ones as soon as he swings the door open. There he is, on the floor sitting, legs open, one hand under his knee where his leg bends and one is half visible, three fingers into his warm insides. Slick stick on the inner sides of his plush thighs. Mouth watering.
And concerning as well.
Because did he not even remember to lock it? What would happen if some other alpha were to come to the showers and encounter Bachira in this state? The mere thought made him furrow his brows slightly without even realising.
Bachira let out a sob as he tries to form a string of intelligible words without moaning. His hand seems to move on his own too.
Hic. “Alpha-please, ahn...” Hic. “The pills- uh-“
Rin finally broke out of his trance and reached forward to turn off the water.
The smaller male beneath him really looked disheveled with flushed face and red eyes from crying.
The taller opened his mouth then closed it again. He cupped Bachira’s head in his palms and made the boy face him, “Pills? Bachira, you’re- you’re in heat. How did this happen?”
No answer from the omega, as he is probably too out of it, only thing he says is pleading and repeating the alpha’s name like some kind of prayer to get him through this experience.
It’s probably wrong to do this, but with how sweet Bachira pleads for him, and how he moans his name, it makes his pants tighter and harder to think straight.
So he drops his pants and picks up the omega to pin him down on the wall, both of his legs up. He makes a sound of surprise. His eyes widen at the manoeuvre and he clings onto Rin’s shirt like the taller would slip away the second he let go.
Rin lined himself up with Bachira’s slick entrance, the tip of his cock smearing the smaller males juices all over. “Shh, now, it’s going to be alright, hah fuck, I’m going to take care of you good,” he says and closes his other palm on Bachira’s mouth to muffle his screams as he intrudes his entrance with his tip threatening to slip in.
While Bachira shakes and presses his nails on Rin’s shirt, fat droplets of tears cling onto his lashes, he can’t do anything but *take it* as Rin starts to fill him up, penetrating into the tight and warm passage that no one yet to breach.
Bachira’s hand lets go of Rin’s neck to trail down and take place on his stomach, where his womb would be, instinctively. As if securing the alpha’s offsprings, he pets his stomach as tears roll down his face.
The size difference between them is so obvious that when Rin fully sheathes himself inside, a bulge appears where Rin forces himself in Bachira, ruining him deep inside.
He lets out a grunt as Bachira’s walls clamp down on his dick even more as he leans more towards the smaller and pushes against that bulge in his stomach. His toes are curved and legs shaking, as he tries to catch his breath. Rin places a small comforting kiss on top of his forehead to ground him.
But he is long gone, really. If not for Rin's larger hand muffling his sounds, he would only whimper and moan, or even plead.. He stays still a few more moments before slowly moving out, and slamming right in again, pulling a high-pitched noise from the omega. He would surely alert everyone in the facility if Rin were not to have his hand on his mouth.
“Mmh!- augh... ah!”
Bachira’s grip on Rins shirt only tightens as he continues with his relentless thrust, fucking into Bachira as if he intends to breed him.
The thought makes Bachira’s heat induced mind excited. Maybe he wants Rin to knock him up, breed him full of his children and use him as his special cum dump.
One more calculated thrust to Bachira’s sweet spot and he comes, creaming around Rin’s cock like a cock hungry whore. This, however, doesn’t faze Rin even one bit as he doesn’t stop nor slow down, give Bachira a break to come down from his high.
No, Rin fucks him right through it, feeling his walls flutter against him and his sobs heighten in volume as Rin pushes him into overstimulation.
Bachira finds grounding in the crook of Rin’s neck and buries his face, inhaling the alpha’s scent as the said alpha rearranges his insides. Hard and accurate thrusts, as if to carve a place for his cock inside him. Warm and strong hands pinning him in place on the wall. His calves resting on his shoulders, folding him in half.
The taller lets out one final growl as he cums. Painting the smallers walls in his seed. He kept going and came inside the poor omega, who was reduced to a sobbing and whimpering mess.. He just let Rin pick him up and cum inside him as if he is just a rag doll for the alpha’s desires.
...He came inside... He came inside, he bred him; he put his pups into him, he-
Now that the fog cast on his brain from the heat has cleared up a little, Bachira let’s out one last moan as Rin pulls out, leaving his hole empty and seed leaking.
“...now explain how this happened,” the older starts, as they both try to catch their breaths Rin sets them both on the plastic bench on the side of the stall they use when they are to tired to stand up while showering.
“They...hah, they mixed up my pills with someone with a higher dosage and-“
“And it drove you into heat?”
“Yeah... By the way...” Bachira gulps. “T-thanks, really.”
Rin doesn’t answer, he only says, “clean up yourself. I’m going to inform the medical team that there is an omega in heat at the showers.” Before exiting the stall and leaving.
...leaving Bachira alone with himself as he tries to push Rin’s cum deeper inside him with his fingers, so it doesn’t leak out when the medics arrive.