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Well, You’re Early

Alpha!Ceo!Bucky x Omega!Reader

CWs: SMUT, NSFW, MDNI 18+ Omegaverse, duh, breeding, nesting, Alpine mention, some teasing, the whole idea of scents, p in v, knotting, bit of cockwarming, overall kinda tame and sweet esp at the end

Nicknames used by Bucky: Omega, babygirl, baby, honey

Nicknames used by Reader: Buck, Alpha

A/N: Exam season is almost over so I cooked up a bit of self indulgence. That’s it that’s the fic. Probably not my best work but like I said this is for me so.

Summary: You wake up one morning feeling….. off. You think you’re coming down with a cold, maybe the flu, and decide to nest and rest while you wait for your Alpha to come home. But resting doesn’t go as planned, as it feels like the room suddenly gets hotter….

Bucky had already gone to work that morning by the time you woke up, something that wasn’t uncommon during the week. When you work up, you felt… off. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you felt almost as if you were coming down with something. You wondered if you were just having some pre-heat symptoms, but it felt a bit more than that.

By the time you had made breakfast, taken a shower, and got dressed, you felt a bit more…. off. Something was definitely going on. You sighed, hoping it would be over by the time your heat started in about 5 days. Being sick on your heat was by far the worst experience a mated omega can experience short of losing their mate.

And so you started on some of the cleaning for the day, finishing the dishes from last night, vacuuming the floors, washing the sheets. You scooped Alpine’s litter and fed her breakfast. She looked at you curiously before eating it.

Fatigue started to hit you rapidly, and you decided to rebuild the nest so you would at least be cozy and content when sick. The fresh sheets were placed on the bed before you opened your closet to grab the blankets you set aside specifically for nesting. They always smelled like you and Bucky, and that was the point. You began to arrange them, fiddling the order of them here and there. You still felt rather… off, and you weren’t thinking much anymore.

You haphazardly dug through the laundry for a few of Bucky’s sweatshirts, and the ever-coveted red henley. You grabbed his blue one too. You grabbed your own sweatshirts, using them to further imbed the nest with your scents. By the time you were content, you curled up in the middle of the nest and decided to nap. Alpine padded in, jumping on the bed, and sniffing you. She gives you another look before leaving. That felt odd, you weren’t sure why she wasn’t lying with you as she normally would have, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to rest.

Less than an hour later, you woke up soaked in sweat, skin ablaze. “Must be a fever…” you muttered. You sat up abruptly, but immediately noticed the dehydration and vague feeling of dizziness. You crawled out of the next to grab water, but you barely made it out of the room before you stopped cold. There was a new sensation, of something warm, wet, and sticky running down your thigh. You panicked, immediately shoving a hand down your shorts and panties and running a finger along your slit. To your… horror? surprise?…. you felt a steady pool of slick forming. You stepped back, looking at the calendar by the bedroom door. 5 days. You weren’t due for 5 more days. What. The. Hell.

Bucky was in his office when he felt…. off. He sniffed around, thinking maybe someone new and imposing might’ve been around. There was no notable difference in the scents around the office. He continued clacking on his keyboard as his attention struggled to stay. He thought of his lovely wife back home, and decided to text her and check up on her.

He continued working, waiting for a reply, but it had been over half an hour. He assumed you were napping, until he felt heat begin to radiate from his mating mark under his button down. His brows furrowed. What was going on? It felt similar to your heat, but it wasn’t due for almost another week, and you were very regular with it. He sighed, checking his phone again. Still no reply. He got up, grabbing another cup of coffee. As he walks into his office again, though, he stops cold. He feels that sudden heat on his mark grow hotter as his skin begins to flush slightly. It’s barely noticeable, but he knows what it means. He needs to get home, now. He hoped he was wrong, because several clients were going to be pushing some events back if that were the case. His poor secretary.

You were lying in the nest, dildo in hand, trying to feel some sort of relief. Your phone was deposited somewhere on the floor with your clothes, never noticing Bucky’s text. You thrust it in and out rapidly. The air was thick, you could barely breathe, and your toy was barely doing anything. You sat up, deciding to change positions, but that didn’t help either. You decided to change again, back to your back, rubbing your clit, but nothing. You sighed, grabbing some more water. The heat rippled off of you, and the water did barely anything. You decided one last position was worth a try. You got on your knees, bending over to something akin to doggy, before reaching your arm under and thrusting the dildo in. It was your favorite way for Bucky to take you, save for a mating press, so it just had to work. And to a small degree, it was, as you hyper focused on reaching some sort of finish.

He unlocked the door, pushing it open. He got one foot in the door as the thick smell of you smacked him in the face: vanilla, peonies, and a thick layer of cherry, the biggest sign of your heat. He groaned softly to himself as he felt his cock harden. He quickly made his way inside and took his shoes and suit jacked off. He called out softly to you, but he never got a reply. His brows furrowed. He couldn’t hear anything until he made his way toward the bedroom where he heard your panting and muffled whines.

You suddenly felt the dildo pulled out of your hand, rapidly sitting up and turning, a growl making its way out of your throat before you realized who it was. You hadn’t even registered his scent, his voice calling for you when he walked in. Your eyes went wide as you whined.

“Oh babygirl…” he sighed, placing the soaked dildo on the bedside table. He grabbed the water bottle, handing it to you. You didn’t argue, sipping from it.

“Well….” he muttered, “You’re early.”

You sniffled, heat throbbing and skin burning. You looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. You whined, grabbing at his shirt. He laughed, saying “it’s ok baby, I’ll give you what you need. But just one question for you, omega,” he said. He began to unbutton his pants, taking them off for dramatic pause. “Tell me. Is your little dildo better, or is my cock better?”You flushed, remembering how you were caught.

“You’re better, Alpha, so much better,” you said breathlessly. His shirt was now off too, joining the pile of clothes. He stepped closer to the bed, grabbing your hand, and placing it on the bulge in his boxers. You let out a breathy exhale as you palmed him lightly. You were entranced already, eyes a bit glassy, as Bucky watched you in awe. His perfect little omega.

He crawled into the nest before manhandling you to turning back around on your knees. “This what you want, ‘mega? Want me pound into you from behind? Breed you in doggy, all messy and depraved?” He teased, watching with clear view from behind as you clenched around nothing and whined. “Yes please, Alpha,” you mumbled. He gently pushed you forward onto your chest and pulled your ass up so you sat on your knees.

You wriggled your hips back into his clothed cock, whimpering and needy. The heat was only progressively getting more consuming and you needed him so bad. He chuckled, telling you to wait, as he discarded his underwear. They joined the pile of clothes imbedded in the nest.

You had heard the thwack of his heavy cock hitting his lower abdominal, and you tried to hold back a whine. “You’re so wet for me, ‘mega, so pretty. Such a pretty baby for me,” he murmured, running a thick finger up and down your slit. He could’ve sworn he saw a fresh gush come out of you. “Need prepped baby? Or are you ready?”

You turned your head to the side, and out of the pillows, before quickly nodding and saying “Ready!” You saw him smile at your eagerness.

You felt him like himself up, but instead of inserting himself, you felt him first slide the head of his cock up and down your folds. A small moan escaped each time he tapped your clit with the head of his cock as your eyes began to cloud over. You whined before grumbling out a “stop teasin’ Alpha.” He laughed quietly.

“Alright alright, my needy little omega. I’ll give you want you want now,” he said, voice gravelly and deep. He lined himself up again, slowly pushing in, and oh how the dildo never compares. Never quite gets that spot, never quite stretches you so good, and it certainly doesn’t whisper sweet little teases into your ear.

He began thrusting slowly, enjoying the soft, warm feeling of your cunt clenching around him. The sound of your breathy whimpers were like a melody, and he could smell the deeper change in your scent as it became even more cherry dominated. He began thrusting faster, gripping one metal arm on your hip and on flesh hand against your upper back, holding you down.

“Such a good omega, lettin’ me breed you all pretty ‘n’ full of my pups. Is that what you wanted, honey?” He asks, tone teasing. You whine, nodding rapidly. “Yes please! Wanna be bred, Alpha, please!” you say as your hips were pushing back to meet his. He groans at your eager movements, feeling you flutter around him.

“Alpha, Alpha, Alpha!” you chanted, eyes fluttering back. He knew you were close, if not by the chanting then by the way your cunt gripped his cock so tight. He reached around to toy softly with your clit.

“Go on, ‘mega, cum for me pretty baby,” he muttered low and thick. You let out a choked sob, the feeling of your orgasm almost built to its peak.

“Cum- cum in me please Alpha! Knot me please?” You beg, words rolling out in a ramble of desperation and need. He groaned lowly, the grip on your hip tightening. “Gonna breed you, omega, don’t you worry. Just cum on my cock like a good girl, ok?” He said, mind going almost blank at the feeling of your warm, wet cunt.

You groaned, suddenly feeling yourself about to tip over the edge. “Fuck- fuck, fuck!” You screamed, “Bucky, Alpha!” And you felt your orgasm crash in, not far off the feeling of a tsunami crashing in, and your eyes rolled back so far you were seeing white. You heard Bucky say something along the lines of “Good omega, good girl, such a good girl,” as his groans grew louder and this thrusts sloppier.

You sure as HELL felt when he moaned as he came inside you, still recovering from your own orgasm, as you felt his knot inflate. Awareness creeped back in, and so did the ability to speak, but all that came out was a soft “fuck,” amongst all of your panting.

“You ok, ‘mega?” He asked, drawing soothing circles into your back. He was still inside you, still stretching you, still filling you, but these moments are the sweetest. You nodded, murmuring a quiet “Yes, Alpha,” as a small smile spread across your face.

He slowly maneuvers you so that you’re lying on his stomach, knot still filling you, as you sighed contentedly. It wouldn’t be the last time you had his knot in you over the next few days, and for that you’re excited, but for now, you were happy just to snuggle. He dozed off with you on his chest, half asleep yourself, flesh hand still in your hair from where he was petting you softly. You never noticed Alpine make her way to the edge of the nest and curl in, but she sure was there when you woke up.