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Gepard was unsettled.
That entire week had him in a vice grip. His body didn't feel right and everything was just too sensitive. He was so overwhelmed by every little thing that the hushed bustle of the morning in the crowded office space was welcome. His office floor was filled with sounds of keyboard clacks and straining coffee machines that had long past their prime. It gave him a few moments to actually think before he'd have to rise again. His boyfriend hadn't been affectionate as of late, even with knowing how touch starved the omega was. It was like Gepard had done something to put him off, and he wasn't entirely sure what.
After checking his email again for the 6th time that morning, Gepard rolled back his chair, ready to go grab a fresh cup of coffee. As he locked his computer and pivoted out of his cube, someone caught his attention.
Making their way down the rows of cubicles were his boss, Bronya Rand, and what looked to be a new hire. A very tall and handsome new hire that Gepard couldn't peel his gaze from. As if feeling the stare, those green eyes met with his own.
Immediately feeling embarrassed, Gepard lowered his gaze and quickly moved in the opposite direction to the break room area. He felt that electric gaze down his spine the entire way. By the time he returned with his mug, Bronya and the new man were gone. Most likely in the boss's office doing some paperwork and discussing things. He felt curious about this new guy. He felt a pull towards him he didn't quite understand.
Getting sucked up into his work again, it wasn't until 12 pm had rolled around that he broke his gaze away from the computer screen, blinking a couple times before rubbing his eyes. "Gepard!" The omega turned quickly and looked at Bronya, who had a simple smile on her face. Behind her was the blue haired man from earlier. "This is Sampo Koski. He'll be working with you starting today. Gepard, you are the most capable person here. I trust that I can leave Sampo in your care for that?"
"W-what!?" Gepard sputtered, completely taken off guard at the new task that was given to him. Normally he wouldn't hesitate but this Sampo set bells off in his head, good or bad though he did not know. He looked nervously at the tall man, meeting his gaze. Those dazzling diamond eyes stared back at him, as if trying to communicate something.
Bronya tilted her head, smile straining lightly. Gepard knitted his brows together, knowing that she already had a lot on her plate. Not wanting to burden her with anything else, the omega nodded before standing and opening up his posture.
"I will do my best to train him, Bronya."
That seemed to satisfy the woman. She then launched into the overall plans for Sampo and what he would be doing. Gepard nodded along, trying to focus and understand the alpha so he could better assist, but the man behind her wouldn't stop staring at him. Despite not meeting his eye contact, Gepard felt his skin flush as wandering eyes roamed over the omega's full body. Sampo was actually checking him out—examining his body with unfiltered hunger. Gepard gulped and tried to subtly sniff the air, his lips parting just so to taste it as well. Nothing. He got nothing off the man. He's probably wearing a blocker or patch, hiding his designation.
That wasn't uncommon at all, especially in an office building. Gepard on the other hand wore his heart on his shoulder and his scent flowed freely. His boyfriend also liked the omega's scent despite not being able to grasp just how marvelous it was. He was a beta after all. Not being able to scent Sampo made him uneasy, his stomach knotting anxiously.
"...and finally, Sampo will be taking the cube next to you. It's helpful for you to be close to him. I know you'll teach him well." Bronya turned to Sampo, "And Sampo? If you have any thoughts or suggestions about anything, or need something, Gepard is here and so am I. Welcome again to the company!"
"Thanks again for showing me around Bronya. I appreciate it a lot!"
The female alpha left, pivoting on the balls of her feet and hustled back to her office, probably even more behind on work. Now with their boss gone, Gepard felt the full weight of Sampo's eyes on him.
"Um, Sampo, I didn't really introduce myself, but I'm Gepard Landau."
He stuck out his hand in greeting, the bluenette taking it, hand holding firm onto Gepard's.
"Gepard Landau," the safe distance between them shrank as Sampo stepped forward and into the omega's personal space. "It will be an absolute pleasure to work with you."
—
“Gepard, babe, are you ready to go?”
“Yes, I'm ready! Let's go.” Gepard smiled at his boyfriend, Kyle, who in turn grabbed his hand and laced their fingers together. He grinned widely and moved closer, kissing his omega’s cheek. In the beta’s other hand was a large wicker picnic basket that Gepard had so carefully put together. It was a beautiful day out and they hadn’t gotten to spend a lot of quality time together.
Today was the date they had planned a few weeks ago after a few months since Sampo got hired. Gepard had talked a lot about him and it bothered the beta. Kyle had at first understood, thinking that it was just a new hire that would leave his boyfriend as soon as he was trained, but that wasn’t reality. The man just stuck around.
It was always Sampo this, Sampo that. When he asked about this Sampo’s designation, Gepard simply shrugged saying that he never asked, thinking it was impolite if the man went through all the trouble of keeping his scent non-existent. He loved his boyfriend but at times he could be so naive. People just don’t hide their scents to be polite for that long. It bothered him more than it probably should, but today was the time to push that behind them.
Leaving their quaint apartment behind, they took the short route to the park. The skies clear and blue above, warming them as they traveled the city. As they arrived at their destination, more people were appearing, making the beta worried that they wouldn’t find a good spot under a tree for their picnic. Squeezing Gepard’s hand a little tighter, Kyle maneuvered around people and beelined for a large oak that had yet to be claimed. Now only a few feet away, someone stepped out from behind the tree, having come from the opposite direction. The brunette hadn’t even noticed him, and he really wished he had.
“Oh, Gepard!” Sampo Koski now stood in the spot that was supposed to be theirs, sounding surprised to see them. He hadn’t gotten a full look at the man before but even he couldn’t deny that the man looked good. From Sampo’s very carefully styled ‘messy’ hair, to his expensive trainers that looked like they belonged on a collectors wall rather than outside in a park. Gepard released his hand, springing forward and greeting Sampo with a smile, a genuine smile full of warmth. “I didn’t expect to see you here! I hope your day has been good.” Stepping to the side, the blonde directed attention at this boyfriend. “This is Kyle, my boyfriend.”
“Ah, so this is the boyfriend I keep hearing about.” Sampo’s face stretched out in a tight smile for just a second before he caught himself, quickly adjusting his mask into a more friendly one. “I’m Sampo Koski, good to meet you.” He didn’t offer his hand out to shake, not like the beta would have taken it in the first place.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you and all, but we have a picnic to start so…” The brunette gestured to the spot that Sampo was standing in.
“As much as I would love for you two to have your picnic, I did get here first. And I was looking forward to a nice long nap under this shady tree.”
Sampo stretched out his arms, his black v-neck shirt riding up his stomach and revealing his abs and the dark trail of hair that led south. The beta felt his blood pressure raise. This man was built like an alpha and acted like an alpha. How could his omega not know ? It was so obvious, even if he still wore those stupid patches to make him scentless.
“Absolutely not.” He stood his ground, he might be a beta, but this wasn’t the first time he’s had to stand his ground to a nosey suitor that wanted his boyfriend.
“Kyle, he is right, we can’t just kick him from this spot.” Gepard chimed in, reaching out his hand to lightly touch the agitated man’s forearm. “We can just go find another spot.” He was willing to compromise. If conflict could be avoided and people wouldn’t be hurt, he always took that route. Just as he was about to open his mouth to argue, Sampo cut him off. “I can see that this spot means a lot to you, so how about we share this area? I can just lay against the opposite side of the tree so you have some privacy.”
Gritting his teeth, Kyle nodded. Sampo waved at them before circling to the other side. “If you need me, I’ll be right here.” A thump noise could be heard as the alpha’s back hit the tree and he lowered slowly. Gepard looked apologetically to the beta, brows knitting in concern.
“Let’s get the picnic started.” He began to unpack the basket, pulling out the large tightly folded red and white checkered blanket and setting it up on the flat ground. The food and canteen filled with tea were spread out in a delicious display. Adorably cut sandwiches, fresh cut veggies and fruits in matching containers, chips and other easy finger foods were laid out. Gepard had worked really hard on putting this together. He loved sharing the food he made with his boyfriend and others.
Looking down carefully at this arrangement, Gepard went back to the basket, checking for something again. Then back to the laid out food. Then back to the basket. He looked bashfully towards Kyle, a hand coming up to rub his neck awkwardly. “Kyle, I forgot to grab the water bottles. Can you get us some water at the vending machines?”
Never one to turn down a request from the blonde, the beta stood, nodding and giving a wart glance in Sampo's direction. He didn't want to leave Gepard alone with this man, but surely he wouldn't try anything.
“I'll be as quick as possible.”
—
Two bottles of water in hand, Kyle jogged his way back to the tree to only see what he was afraid of: Sampo was now sitting underneath the tree with his omega. He was sitting directly behind him, Gepard between his legs as the alpha massaged his shoulders. Gepard's eyes were closed as moans fell from his lips. His neck tilted to one side, revealing his bonding gland to the other. Whether intentional or not, the implications of what that meant were clear, and Sampo leaned in far too close, nose practically against the exposed neck, enjoying Kyle's boyfriend's scent.
Snarling at the sight, the beta “ What's going on here?” Kyle stood accusingly, the plastic bottles in his hands crunching as he gripped them.
Cerulean eyes opened sleepily, Gepard's smile innocent as if he wasn't just letting that bastard touch him. “Kyle! Welcome back. And the waters! Thank you for getting those.” Gepard was about to get up, legs shifting until Sampo held him down by his shoulders, still moving his hands and massaging them.
“Geppie, I think Kyle is going to join us. We should enjoy lunch together.” The alpha moved his hands away, letting them trail down the blonde's back first before moving himself. He moved to what was the beta's seat, spreading his legs out wide and resting back on his hands.
“Sampo, you joined us. Stop teasing Kyle.” Gepard pushed himself up and greeted the brunette with a kiss, grabbing the cold waters from his tense hands. “Come on, let's eat.”
Kyle sat on Gepard's other side, arm rounding his blessed hips and pulling him into the side of his body. “My love, you didn't answer my question.” He was on edge. The beta did not like where this was going.
“Hey hey, don't get mad at Geppie!” Sampo raised his hands innocently, “I just know how hard he works and how tense things are. He deserves to relax a little.”
“An alpha like yourself shouldn't be touching a taken omega.” The words were meant to out the alpha, instead it just made him smile bashfully.
“Ah, well, you figured me out. I try not to let others know my designation because it can make them uncomfortable.”
“That explains a lot,” Gepard now focused on the food, making sure everything was there and ready for the picnic. He tended to over pack so having Sampo here to assist with eating the food helped. “I just didn't want to pry, I know you keep your scent hidden.
Another chuckle, the snark in those green eyes never faltering. “I have a rather intense scent. It can bother people, so to be mindful, I patch it up."
“Yeah, I doubt that. You can't possibly wear it all the time—Hey!” The beta received a sharp smack to the thigh, Gepard glaring at him for being so rude to his coworker.
“I can peel it off, but you can't blame me if something happens.”
Red flags. Numerous tiny red flags popped into Kyle's brain. He should stop him now. A feeling in his gut knew something was going to change for the worse. “Actual—” as he was walking back his words, he was cut off by the last person he thought would be interested. Or rather he wished wasn't interested
“I, ah, I've actually been really curious about your scent, Sampo.”
“Hehe, have you now? Well, it certainly isn't as sweet as yours. But if you insist...”
The alpha peeled back the patch on his neck. At first the scent was dull until the alpha started freely letting go. A deep earthy scent hit Kyle's senses, not quite as potent as he thought. “Haah—” A hand clasped over the omega's mouth, his own, as he tried to silence the obvious moan that he let out. Gepard lowered his hand to take a deep inhale, shuddering as he did. His thighs squeezed together like they do when he's trying to stop slicking.
“Ah, it looks like my scent is just a little too potent.” Sampo's voice was husky and deeper. He trained his sights on the clearly affected omega, inhaling the sweet scent. They were enchanted by one another, unable to break the spell. Gepard was the first to move, leaning towards the alpha, bearing his neck again in submission.
“G-Gepard!” Kyle snapped out of his shock, grabbing the large omega and pulling him back. He shoved the blonde head into his own scent gland only to receive a pitiful whine and hands pushing against him. He had never seen Gepard like this—desperate, whiny, needy from just scenting someone. Pulling his head back, the once clear blue eyes were glazed over, pupils wide. He was acting like a stereotypical omega going into heat.
“Alpha…I want alpha.”
“Come on, Gepard. Let's get you home.” Kyle knew that he had to get the omega out / now /. His heat might have come early. He looked over to Sampo whose attention moved from Gepard to him; a dark look in his eyes that caused the beta's hackles to raise— DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!
Reacting to the warning bells, the beta immediately started just throwing everything into containers and shoving it back inside the basket. Sampo still stared at him, expression neutral as he scrambled to pack up every. The last things were the waters and the blanket they currently sat on.
Swallowing his fear, Kyle met the alpha's green gaze, “Put your scent patch back on. Gepard might go into heat and we can't have that here!” He grabbed a bottle of water that he'd bought earlier and uncapped it. Thankfully, the omega drank down the water, swallowing in large gulps that unsettled Kyle. Gepard only drank like that when he was in preheat or heat. When he finally broke away, he seemed a little more lucid and not just moaning for an alpha.
He didn't want to look back at the alpha, scared that he might bring on his wrath for ordering him around, but as he slowly turned his head, Sampo was standing, his scent patch returned.
“You won't be able to satisfy him~.” Sampo's voice was level, his fists were balled at his side as he looked back to the shaking omega, who was still coming off the effects of such an intense scent.
“Fuck off!” Kyle growled low in his throat. Though beta's growls weren't as menacing as an alpha's they are still used to signify warning. The beta wasn't going to let Sampo near him. Moving Gepard off to the side, away from the alpha, the brunette began to messily fold up the picnic blanket, throwing it in with the other items in the basket.
He eyed Gepard then Sampo. The man's eyes were on him still, watching his every move with intense scrutiny.
—
Humiliation wasn't a feeling that Gepard sought after, but here he was, face aflame as he profusely apologized to Sampo. Gepard had stayed home for a few days after the park incident. His preheat symptoms didn't stop once he couldn't scent nor see the alpha anymore—he was hopelessly calling out for the alpha. Begging for a knot he has never had. Now he stood at the alpha's cubicle, bowing and hoping that the other would forgive him.
“I'm deeply sorry, Sampo. That was inappropriate of me and I shouldn't have let my instincts get the better of me.”
“You don't have to be sorry at all. I'm flattered that you like my scent so much.” Sampo spoke nonchalantly, clearly not bothered by what had happened. “But,” he moved his gaze from Gepard to his computer screen.
“But?” Gepard questioned.
“But, I'll have to be more careful with it. You turned into quite the hungry kitten. Calling out for your alpha~ You were so cute. “
“...” The blonde chose not to respond to the compliment and other embarrassing information. What bothered him was Sampo's decision to be more careful with his scent.
Gepard wouldn't admit it to his boyfriend, but Sampo's scent made him immediately want to drop his pants and present himself. That wasn't something that just happened, but since It did, was Sampo affected the same way?
“Sampo, how did my scent affect you?” He was curious. He had such a strong reaction, he wondered if his slick and aroused scent did anything for the alpha. The bluenette leaned back in his office chair, the back squeaking as it moved. “Let's talk about this once everyone has gone home, this evening.”
“Okay…”
—
The day was horribly average, probably for the best that nothing was happening. Gepard stood alone in the breakroom, hovering over the kitchen sink and looking into the drain as anxious thoughts formed. He had been thinking about this all day, what Sampo might do or say, but not just that. What about Kyle? Why was he teetering on the edge to know if Sampo enjoyed his scent? He swallowed, second guessing himself. He should leave. He has a boyfriend—a very good boyfriend. The beta was affection, but he also didn’t fill the omega’s deeper desires. Gnawing on his bottom lip, Gepard became lost in thought. It was now evening, most other workers having gone home and only leaving him, Sampo, and a few others.The swung open silently, not alerting the omega at who was approaching.
Taking advantage of the situation, Sampo pressed himself to Gepard's back, burning his face into that long expanse of neck. It was like he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. “What? Ah?”
“Ssshh, you want to smell me again, baby?” He didn't wait for a response as he peeled away his patch, the strong scent now wandering freely. The alpha rubbed his neck into the omega's neck, inhaling the soft scent and waiting for it to tint with the deep earthy scent. Gepard groaned and canted his hips back, grinding against the alpha's cock without realizing it, his body just reacting naturally. He could feel the tenting in the other's groin, cock only half hard yet already so big. So much larger than his boyfriend's. This was an alpha cock.
“Gepard, I don't think I can hold back any longer.” Sampo's voice dripped with need—he really was barely keeping it together. Only moving his body away /just/ enough to turn the omega around so they faced each other, Sampo's head dove down, nuzzling directly into the swollen mating gland. Gepard smelled so refreshing like rain and spring dew, like a wind rolling across a field of flowers, he could get lost in this scent.
“Sampo, ahhhh, I can't.” Gepard pushed at Sampo weakly, the alpha not budging.”This would be cheating, I can't do that to Kyle.” He tried again.
“Nah, I don't think getting your omega needs met constitutes cheating. Geppie, let me play with you right now, give you a taste of what you're missing out on.”
That familiar heat was crashing into every nerve in his body. The preheat symptoms were as bad as this one. His panties were drenched, Sampo could smell it on him. “Let me take the lead.” Sampo had brought his head back up, lips merely centimeters away. “Turn off your brain, omega. Let your alpha guide you.” The tone drop would be the blonde's demise. He began quivering, overwhelmed to be touched. Petal soft lips connected with Gepard's, not allowing for any escape whimpers to be free. The omega's hands immediately came up to press against the broad alpha's shoulders, only they didn't stay like that, resisting.
The expensive silk dress shirt that alpha wore wrinkled under Gepard's hands balled into it, yanking Sampo closer, deepening their kiss. His worried blue eyes finally shut as they kissed. Gepard could feel as the experienced hands began to encircle his body. Hands resting on his lower back as Sampo not so subtly moved his hips forward, their hips meeting, cock feeling where the delicate cocklette was hiding. The little prick was painfully hard, but what was more important was how intense his pussy was drooling. Gepard knew his body, or at least thought he did. He barely slicked for Kyle, but just enough for sex. Their kiss deepened, Gepard subconsciously tilting his head and opening his mouth without having to be told. Sampo took the opportunity as fast as he could, growling approvingly as his thin long tongue licked against the omega's—moans spilling from him as the muscles wrapped around each other.
He didn't know when they moved. Gepard had been lifted, the alpha grabbed his thighs and hoisted the large omega up. His arms had moved on their own, wrapping around the alpha's neck as he whined into their kiss, needing more than what Sampo was giving him. The cold of the desk broke Gepard's haze. Sampo had carried them into an empty office. Their kiss finally ended and the blonde wanted to start it again. The kisses made his body shiver—his pants now soaking wet with slick.
“Hehe, we should get you out of these.” The tightness around the omegas waist suddenly disappeared—Sampo had taken his belt. The dulled ‘clack’ of it hitting the ground made Gepard blink. He squeezed his eyes together, pushing Sampo back fully even as the alpha growled, displeased as being rejected.
“Sampo, w-we can’t. What if someone sees?” Gepard glances to the large office windows, they were in clear line of sight to anyone that walked by.
“Let them see. Let them see how much you cry and moan on my knot.” Sampo had moved back in, crowding Gepard and rubbing his clothes member into the stickiness of the slacks. Their lips met again, this time more heated and desperate. They couldn't get enough of each other.
“Let them see me mate you.” Sampo caught Gepard's tongue between his teeth, their eyes connecting in understanding. He let go. “Let them see me bond you.” Gepard was afraid he might cum from words alone. How Sampo was drilling in what he was going to do to him. He was saying all the things the omega kept secret, not wanting to bother the beta with such nonsense. The charismatic lips finally pressed into the blushed ear, “Let them see me breed you.”
“Nn! Ahhhh—!” Wet, trembling thighs spread wide, encouraging Sampo close, as close as they could possibly get without being knotted. Two large hands squeezed his thighs and slid to his zipper and button, undoing them and immediately diving for the omega's lace panties.
“Aw, Geppie, I get to fuck you in wedding lingerie.” The alpha had to tease, there was no way didn't do this on purpose.
“Wha—? N-No! They're for Kyle.” Kyle. The beta who is currently waiting at home for him. Kyle who most likely thought about him. Kyle, his boyfriend . Who he loves, right?
“Hm, then let me send him a gift.”
The alpha gripped the sides of Gepard's pants, yanking them down as he sank to his knees. Skillfully taking the stained slacks off, Sampo brought the soiled crotch to his face, and darted his tongue out, catching the omega's scent and taste. Gepard moaned at the sight, his legs spreading further apart. By just this sample, the bluenette could immediately tell, there was no way a beta would be able to even taste the surface of what delicacy the omega was. Such a beautiful sweetness that also left him wanting to suck down more, drowning in the honey of the omega's body. If Kyle had known, he would have / never / let Gepard near the alpha in the first place. The slacks were thrown behind him as he switched to spreading Gepard's legs and getting a close view of his ‘bride’s’ wedding lingerie.
“Oh, you neglected omega. Let alpha take care of this.” Sampo spoke with pity as he looked as Gepard's pussy. The delicate lace separated just above his cocklette, framing the prick and following down to the already shiny cunt—sticky sweet and pink, guaranteed to be the best pussy Sampo has ever gotten to enjoy. Sampo should show that pathetic man how important pleasure is to omegas. How much their bodies demand to be worshiped.
“...” Gepard looked down at the head between his thighs. Kiss swollen lips parted, trying to find words in that moment. His brain was feeling a bit sluggish; he was overloaded on alpha—body overstimulated and a brain that couldn't quite understand why.
“Hehe, thank you for the meal.” Thick thighs were thrown over the alpha's shoulders as he pulled Gepard's cunt towards him. As soon as he could find a comfortable enough position, he latched on to that impossibly small cocklette. With his lips fully suctioned around it, his tongue curled around the underside as he sucked harshly.
—
Kyle felt mortally wounded with the sight he had walked in on: Gepard's legs spread and that blue haired demon between them. He had never heard Gepard cry like that before—tears flowing from the intense pleasure he looked to be in as he was dined on. That bastard knew exactly what he was doing, pressing the beta into coming to pick Gepard up; a single text was sent as a warning to him, ‘better come get little red riding hood before the big bad wolf eats him ;)’.
Kyle knew the implications if he wasn't fast enough. Going into an empty office, leaving the door and blinds open—Sampo /wanted/ them to be found. Creeping forward, Kyle tried to be silent as he got closer, keeping his already muted scent under control and entering the cubicle directly across from it. With the walls of the cube hiding him, the man could finally get a decent view. And what a view it was—his omega arching his back, trying to get more of the alpha's tongue in him. He had to adjust his pants as they tightened, aroused by the scene despite how much it hurt.
Gepard never moaned or cried out like that for him. Did cheating on him with an alpha really /feel/ that good? Gripping his phone, he angled the device at the couple, taking a few pictures silently.
“Please let me c-cum, alpha!”
The begging had Kyle's thumb quickly changing to video mode, hitting the record button in record time.
What was that?”
“Please let me cum, alpha!”
“Have I teased you too much, omega? Tired of alpha edging you along?” Sampo barely moved away from the cunt, choosing to dive back in after he spoke. His long fingers sank into the satisfyingly soft skin of Gepard's thighs as he returned to his former position.
“A-alpha, please! Ahhhhh!” Gepard's hips violently thrusted forward, riding directly into Sampo's face again, needing that orgasm from the alpha's tongue.
—
Sampo's head felt like it might explode with all the pressure around it; Gepard's thighs caging around him as he rode out his orgasm. He was being used as an object of pleasure and he was more than okay with that.
The tiny cocklette bounced aggressively on his nose, spurting out tiny amounts of sterile cum. Thick, sticky juices rushed from the omega's spasming pussy straight in Sampo's awaiting mouth.
The alpha drank it all down, lapping at the cunt afterwards, cleaning up the mess the omega made. When his job was done, Sampo finally untangled himself from between Gepard's legs, standing up to see that the omega had laid down.
Gepard's chest was heaving, having never cum that hard in his life. He didn't even know he could cum that hard. In the wake of his orgasm, his body fell limp with exhaustion, not even moving when he heard a soft ‘click’ of a camera.
“Mm.” A small whine was all he could get out when Sampo came into sight. The alpha rubbed his hands on his tired thighs soothingly.
“I know, baby. Let's get you back together. Kyle must be waiting.”
Kyle. His boyfriend. Shit.
The fuzzy afterglow he felt was swept away as guilty hit him in waves. Gepard had cheated on him. Gepard had betrayed his trust.
Pushing himself up on his elbows he looked down at his body. He'd enjoyed the touch of another man…and he still wanted more. He wanted Sampo even though he shouldn't.
“Sampo, I'm so sorry. We shouldn't have…” he trailed off anxiously, mind now full of Kyle and the disappointment he knew was coming.
The soured scent of distressed omega caused Sampo's nose to wrinkle. “Gepard,” He had to get rid of that scent. He knew he'd be upset but he wasn't expecting it to bother him this much— his sweet boy did find a perfect match.
“Come here,” He snaked his hands underneath Gepard's thighs, lifting him up again and forcing the omega to latch on to him, “Let alpha scent you.” Gepard's arms wrapping around Sampo's neck, hanging on tightly.
With Gepard secured around his waist, the omega's bottom half mostly nude with just his lacey, crotchless panties on, they left the office.
“Uh, S-Sampo? Where are we going?”
“You'll see.”
Where was the alpha taking them? He buried his face into the silky strands of dark blue, inhaling the rich scents of shampoo, styling product, and that earthiness that he wanted to fill his lungs up with every second. Sampo smelled and felt like comfort and home, a feeling he seldom got with Kyle. Why was he like this around this alpha? He was so weak and submissive, immediately willing to show his neck and belly.
"No need to hide, baby," Gepard looked around them as he was carried. He felt a little ridiculous—such a large male omega being toted around half nude by his younger alpha coworker. They walked through the empty halls into the break lounge. The room had a few couches and armchairs to rest in comfortably during breaks.
"W-wait!"
Sampo sat them down, Gepard now sitting in lap as the alpha reclined into the couch.
"Ah!" Pressing eagerly against his rear was Sampo's member. His cock was hard and felt huge. He felt his brain struggle to fight off the intoxicating scent that the alpha was now releasing, his body was just being played with like a toy.
"Come here, sweet boy." Those honeyed words went straight to his pussy, fresh slick already dripping down his thighs. Gepard let his hips be forced down, Sampo bucking his hips directly up.
"S-Sampo!"
"That's right. Say my name." The alpha gripped the back of Gepard's neck, scruffing him and pushing his head into his scent gland. The omega flopped forward, his body utterly relaxed.
Out of the corner of his eye, a figure loomed in the door. Kyle's face was red with anger, scent clearly indicating that he wanted to fight but also fuck. The beta was painfully hard, meager cock tenting his pants.
It was time for the show.
"Let's get this off you," Gepard's brain was fuzzy and warm. He'd inhaled so much of Sampo's scent, not to mention the scruffing made him into jelly. His body was pushed and pulled and then he felt cold, all his clothing completely gone now, tossed off to the side, panties included.
Gepard sat bare naked for anyone to see—slicking out in a public space and staining Sampo's dark colored slacks, soon the couch. Everyone would know what they'd done here. They'd know he was a pervert. They'd know how his little cock jumped at the thoughts of being caught with Sampo; being caught with a knot stretching his cunt.
"Oh? Do you like being on display, Geppie?"
"Nnn—"
If someone really did walk in on them, what would they see? If Kyle walked in on them, how would he react? The omega's feelings were everywhere and felt messy and chaotic. A masochist part of his brain wanted the beta to find them, see what Gepard looks like taking Sampo's cock, knot, and heavy amounts of cum.
Would Kyle still love him even after taking another man's cock? Even after begging for an alpha's knot?
"Answer the question, baby." Sampo bit at the blonde's ear, taking the shell and letting his fangs graze against it. Gepard shivered and squeezed his thighs around Sampo's hips, grinding down on the obvious erection.
"I-I don't know."
Sampo hummed in acknowledgement. "Then how about we figure that out?" The omega was removed from his lap with resistance; Gepard had whined and held on tightly to the alpha, not wanting to separate for even a moment.
"Geppie, my sweet kitten, you need to let me go so I can take my pants off to fuck you right."
Gepard whined in response, needy and looking like he was seriously contemplating disobeying. His good boy really loved skin to skin contact, almost more so than the promise of a knot.
Reluctantly, he released his hold on the alpha and fell to the side of him, waiting rather impatiently for Sampo.
Recognizing the urgency, the dark slacks were gone, slid off and carelessly tossed to the side along his shoes and socks. The simple maroon colored shirt was unbuttoned completely, revealing the hard muscle underneath.
"Mm—" The noise didn't escape unnoticed. Gepard tried to hold back, but he was starting to chirp—too excited for what was to come. Looking at the alpha's toned figure, turned him on more, he wanted to lick those abs and have his head pet. He wanted Sampo's hands curling into his blonde hair and sharply pulling it as he was skull fucked.
Now just in his flashy cheetah print boxers, Sampo spread his legs wide, pulling down the stretchy fabric down enough to allow his member to swing free. The sight forcing a noise not just from Gepard, but the sneaky beta watching, no, recording them from around the corner.
Kyle was making himself so obvious, it's a good thing Sampo was a kind man and Gepard was too distracted by his own overwhelming desires that he didn't notice. Shame that the omega the beta claimed to love so much was drooling at the sight of an alpha's cock.
"Do you want a taste?" Sampo took himself in hand, pumping his cock a few times and playing with his slit as precum dribbled out. "Gepard?" The omega was sitting there red faced and struggling, his eyes wide as they locked on to the massive length.
Looks like Kyle might not be too huge, huh?
The toxic scent of envy could barely be tasted in the air, but Sampo lived on it. His reddened cock pulsed at the thought of taking away a beta's omega—Kyle didn't even deserve Gepard. He couldn't meet his needs. Sampo grinned wickedly, eyes moving to make direct contact with the said beta.
Pathetic thing had his pants dropped down, his little prick gripped in his hand as the other one struggled to keep the phone still.
"Ge–PPIE!" Sampo squeaked unexpectedly as Gepard surprised him—wrapping his mouth around the head of his cock before quickly downing the entire length in one go. The omega's head began to bob, his cheeks hollowed as he took it down a few more times before popping off with a wet slurp, saliva running out of his mouth.
"S-sorry!" Gepard had slipped on to the floor, knees buried in the coarse rug as he nestled himself between Sampo's long legs. He looked up, his long blonde lashes making him look so innocent. "You asked if I wanted a taste and I couldn't resist."
Something clicked in his head, the alpha almost purred. "Geppie, do you like having something in your mouth?" He got his answer as soon as Gepard's gaze broke, embarrassed at being discovered.
"I do." With his blue eyes downcast in submission, Sampo growled, pleased by this action and even more turned on.
"Then my cock is all yours," Sampo tossed his arms casually over the back of the grey couch, his legs opening further. He relaxed his body into the couch and watched lustfully as his favorite coworker leaned forward again, kissed the base of his member, just below where a knot would pop. Gepard took the cock in hand and pumped it. The musky scent played with the omega's brain; his hind brain telling him to please his alpha in any way he can.
—
Fuck everything. Kyle was enraged by how willing Gepard was in his cheating. He was acting desperate and like a cock slut. Where was his long legged lover who was always so shy when they had sex? He didn't even try to even hide his lust for sucking dick.
Huff huff Huff
He had a hand wrapped his own dick for the world to see as well, unable to stop himself due to the incredible sight; Gepard was on his knees still, taking Sampo fully into his throat as the alpha used him like a toy. The blonde's head was being held as Sampo pistoned his hips and just took what he wanted.
If Kyle could just get a shot of his face. He knew it would be embarrassing, messy, lewd, and hot. It was Gepard's 'fuck me' face. The beta didn't see it often, usually only during heats and when Gepard really need a knot.
"Ahh, that's right, let me use you, like the good omega you are." Sampo didn't stop fucking straight into Gepard's mouth. Instead he stood up, the omega popped off his cock for a second before filling his cheeks as soon as the alpha gave him the go ahead.
"My hungry little kitten~" Sampo's hand ran through the fluffy hair, subtly rubbing the omega's head before gripping tightly. Gepard whined and forced to look up at Sampo, cock still filling his mouth. "Geppie, show me how you make Kyle cum like this."
Not saying a word, Gepard sank all the way to the base, breathing through his nose as he looked up through wet lashes clumped together with tears. As the blonde stayed distracted, Kyle snuck into the lounge, being careful not to draw attention to himself. The phone in his hand was still filming, making sure not to miss a moment.
Gepard pulled swiftly off the cock almost entirely and sank back down again, repeatedly deepthroating all of the alpha before pausing to let himself breathe. Even if his mouth was taking a break, that didn't mean his hands were. One of Gepard's hands gripped above the forming knot, pumping up and down quickly.
Kyle was at a dangerous angle; he was definitely in line of sight now, but he had to get this. He zoomed in on his boyfriend's face—all red and lips kiss swollen. He looked like a slut with his face like that, all teary eyed and face a mess with spit. Gepard did always give the messiest blowjobs though they were the best he'd ever had.
"You're doing so good, kitten. You're making your alpha very happy." A smile reached Sampo's eyes as his lips tugged upwards. Gepard keened and licked the underside of the shaft, his tongue dragging slowly over the forming knot. His lips wrapped around it, kissing it, treasuring it for a moment and then sucking on it.
"Ah! Ahhh! G-Geppie, ah, holy fuck," How can someone so innocent looking, suck cock like a pro? Gepard had always loved cock but this felt like worship. The nuzzles and kisses he left behind before opening his mouth to be throat fucked. Kyle should say something, he should speak up, yell, be aggressive, but he just crouched there filming his boyfriend while another man took advantage of the blonde.
He wanted to see Gepard take a knot. They had toys that they used during heats when Kyle just couldn't keep up, the omega's libido endless and his refractory period non-existent. A good knotting and alpha cum was the only way to soothe him. Swallowing the thick amount of saliva in his mouth, the beta stepped back out of sight. He got the shot he wanted, even if that blue haired demon was sending a mocking smile the entire time.
There were several seats available and he slid behind the one directly across from the couple. It was a decent shot but he wanted a closer look at how ruined his boyfriend would be.
"Geppie-" Sampo panted lightly. "As much as I would love to knot your mouth, your pussy really needs a knotting." He heard a tiny whimper at leaving the length behind, but Gepard's cherry lips gave one last kiss to the angry head before leaning back on his heels, looking up expectantly.
—
Sampo plopped back down on the couch, spreading his legs wide and slapping his inner thigh. He had a fast moving fist twisting around his imposing length as he waited for Gepard to sit. "Your throne awaits, princess."
The room stunk of alpha musk now. The potent scent infiltrated every fiber in this room; Kyle felt like an intruder, recording such an intimate moment between passionate lovers.
How easily Sampo made everything look. He'd only seen it in porn; he thought it was fake, that omegas weren't really that knot hungry. He thought Gepard was a simple and caring omega that would be so sweet to him.
Here he was, incredibly turned on and beating his meat to another man about to fuck Gepard. It's not too late, he could stop him, but once again he was stopped by his own lust. He wanted to know just how well Gepard could take a knot.
Gepard crawled up and positioned his pussy on the very tip. His lips left a mess behind as he rubbed himself on, tiny cocklette jolting in pleasure. He took a deep breath and looked at Sampo. Their eyes were locked on one another, as if there was no one else in the world but them.
"Let alpha," Sampo held on to the blonde's hips, guiding him down. the omega opened his mouth and a loud wanton keen came. Kyle had moved again, closer to get the perfect shot of the massive cock entering Gepard's tight pussy. There was so much slick that the head slid in with no issue.
"K-kiss me..."
Kyle chuckled to himself. Gepard was a desperate kisser, even with him.
To watch the pair partake in a heated kiss made the pit grow in his stomach and his balls tighten. No! Not yet, he couldn't cum just yet. He had to burst when Gepard came
"Anything," Their lips had met with fervor and triggered the alpha's soothing hands to begin rubbing the blonde's sides. Gepard sank down slowly, eye brows pinching together in pain at the stretch. He wanted to cryout and whimper but his noises were all smothered out by a sloppy long tongue that explored his own mouth.
Gulping quietly, Kyle started on in wonder. The view was incredible—his omega could really take a cock like that. They were finally almost down, just a small bit of cock left exposed; the alpha's knot wasn't full but was swelling. He didn't think either would last long. Kyle's hand rested on his member, grasping the base tightly as he fought off the urge to come. He would cum when Gepard came.
"Ahhh nnnn—" The puffy pussy forces itself down, the cock now completely sheathed. Gepard had to give himself another few moments as he panted and broke their kiss. He was full seated and overwhelmed.
"That's a good boy. " Gepard preened at the praise. His hands rested on Sampo's broad shoulders for stability as he began to slowly lift off the cock, the pain of the stretch was dulled as his body worked to produce more slick, making the glide easier. If just guessing by scent, the omega was in his version of heaven.
The roaming hands settled once more on Gepard's hips, holding him firmly. "Geppie, I need you to hold on tight to me because Im going to fuck you like you deserve ."
Working quickly, he changed his grip. Looping his arms underneath the other's in what looked like an embrace with his head pressed to the swollen and angry mating glad. The alpha scent lulled him into a sense of security. Alpha was here to fuck and fill him and take care of him.
"Pleaseee—"
Sampo wasted no more time. His hands slipped to the rounded, pale ass and grabbed a handful of each cheek, spreading it and fully revealing the puckered asshole—all cute and red like the rest of Gepard.
Gepard nodded shyly and relaxed his body, melting into Sampo as the thrusts started. His hips moving in tandem, connecting over and over again as he tried to keep his noises in, suffocating them in the alpha's nape. He was getting louder as the smacks got harder. He could barely keep them in.
"Omega, don't hide your voice." His alpha warned. His alpha. Gepard didn't have an alpha right? But he felt so good, he His pussy being pummeled by such a large cock. His ass being spread as if waiting for another. He'd never felt this way before. This full feeling that he didn't get with Kyle, something that only Sampo could give him.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"That's a good omega. I could knot you right here."
"K-knot me!?" He'd never been knotted by a real alpha before. The knot had been bumping against his entrance hard, already swelling and wanting to slip inside, to stay inside.
"Yeah, knot you and pup you." Sampo knew all the right words to say. Plucking at Gepard's strings effortlessly as he played his body.
"Ahhnn!" He wasn't on birth control and they weren't using a condom. Gepard wouldn't be surprised if he ended up pupped. A small part of him panicked, trying to get him to remember his beta. While his hind brain was forcing that thought down; there wasn't a need for a beta since they have an alpha. A strong and dominate man that took what he wanted and Gepard was addicted.
"Geppie," Sampo licked the shell of the omega's ear, causing him to shudder. "Would you still want my pups if Kyle knew?"
"Yes, alpha! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Good," Sampo suddenly lifts the omega off his cock, slick and fluids dribbling down. "Then let's make our first pup."
Kyle froze, his breathing halted as he stood still. Gepard had really agreed to have another man pup him. His sweet Gepard—his gentle, dotting omega was so easily swayed by a snake oil salesman. How easily he begged and cried when he wouldn't do that with him, his boyfriend .
He's lost.
Gepard's yelp and whimpering from losing the member was mesmerizing . Kyle swallowed hard, he started a new recording and raised his phone up. Fuck it all . He had to see Gepard like this. He had to see Gepard impregnated. He wanted to see if taking his first knot would trigger his heat.
"Alpha, please, I need your cock!" Gepard cried whorishly, as if he were withering away. A burning sensation was starting at his core and sliding down to his empty cunt. This couldn't be a heat. He's never felt this molten before, ready to be bred and mated—no one but Sampo could do it. Even his boyfriend Kyle didn't experience his heats like this.
"Smile for the camera, slut." Sampo had flipped Gepard on to his back, pushing him into the firm cushion. Grabbing his chin, the alpha forced the omega's face into the camera. Gepard smiled, his face hot and eyes droopy. Fuck, he was born to be fucked by an alpha, born to be pupped with litters—A perfect example of a submissive omega.
"Ah!" The fat cock Gepard yearned for to fill his hole again. Sampo threw those long legs over his shoulder as he thrusted back in, "Yes!!" The rough entrance only excited him more. This was it.
The beta dropped his bottoms entirely, his meager cock bouncing around as he furiously beat it. Kyle wanted to disgrace him, to cum on him. To show him that Kyle was finished with him.
Gepard found his body taught and grasping around Sampo as the thick cock furiously thrusted, it had only one intention—to fuck a pup into his womb. The omega was in an elevated haze, only able to focus on his alpha breeding him. He loved being an omega. Sampo's scent gland was directly below his lips—he tasted of everything Gepard dreamed of.
"P-please give me your seeeed!" His sloppy cunt tightening around it's prize—Sampo's knot was finally catching. The alpha slammed his hips down, getting as deep as possible while keeping balance—he'd have to remember to breed him deeply when the heat came. Keep him pupped and gentle. As his knot locked, Gepard's entire body shook with orgasmic waves; the pleasure pushing him over as he came. His cocklette stiff as clear fluid squirt out.
Sampo's cock hit up against the cervix, locking them there as his knot took. This would be an interesting story to tell the kids. He grinned dreamily. The felt himself pulse as ropes of hot cum coated Gepard's womb.
The sweat that rolled off of Sampo's tanned body was the perfect aphrodisiac for the omega. Gepard flattened his tongue against Sampo's scent gland—also known as his mating gland. In that moment the omega was lost to his own pleasure, high off of hormones and orgasm. He had to keep his alpha with him...
Omega fangs were smaller than their alpha counterpart but still played a role in mating. As the fangs pierce through an alpha's mating gland, the alpha was permanently marked. Gepard purred louder, the idea now rooting.
Opening his eyes briefly, Gepard sank his fangs into the raised bump of Sampo's gland.
" GEPARD!?" Both alpha and beta shouted, panicked surprise, one of elation and one confused.
Gepard felt himself cum again as he detached after feeling their bond line form, his emotions run ragged as he received the influx of all of what Sampo was; he felt a tether locking them together and Gepard couldn't feel safer. His now blood tongue licked over the mark with such care and devotion—Gepard was head over heels for his alpha.
Kyle wanted to be disgusted for a moment, but ultimately could not. Gepard was specifically made to take alpha cock with how easily his cunt swallowed it down. It's no fucking wonder he want to mark the first alpha to knot him. Like he was an addict. His hand desperately rubbed his member; he had to find a good spot...
"His face, Kyle." Sampo rumbled, his eyes hooded with a glint. He watched as the beta beat his cock and splattered his inferior seed onto his omega's face—cock rubbing in the watery substance as Gepard moaned.
"Fuck, you're beautiful, Gepard." Kyle panted, amazed by how docile his boyfriend was when knotted. He was so happy, purring as he sleepy nuzzled into Kyle's palm as he cupped it. That was the most amazing encounter he's ever had—he let's his mind wonder into the world of cucking; having someone fuck and dominate Gepard, breed him , and Kyle would watch from a distance.
Kyle looked at Sampo, his post nut clarity finally hitting as Gepard's eyes closed in exhausted content, his beautiful blonde head hitting the arm of the couch softly as Sampo kissed at his lax lips, cock still knotted and filing the omega.
Gepard had marked Sampo.
Sampo gathered his mate in his arms, changing their positions so Gepard was resting in his lap, the alpha seated on the couch again, letting the omega milk his balls dry.
Kyle wanted to puke. His boyfriend just forgot he existed and didn't even care that he was here.
Sampo's eyes were dark, those matching diamonds gazed through him, not even seeing the beta as a threat any longer. His mating rut would start soon and he had to get Gepard to his new home.
"So much for you, Kyle " Sampo said casually, body looking energized, as if he didn't fuck just fuck Gepard brainless.
Check and Mate.