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Summary: Rafe is in for a pleasant surprise when you come back to the OBX for the Tanneyhill Halloween rager... Now an omega.
Word Count: 3,000
TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, alcohol consumption, a/b/o dynamics, knotting, breeding kink, creampie, oral f receiving, fingering, overstim, pussy slapping, dom!rafe, innocence kink ig?, light choking hehe
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There was always something about you that drew Rafe's attention - Sarah's sweet and unassuming best friend. While Sarah tended to be the life of the party, you were content to let her shine while you faded into the background, trying not to draw any attention to yourself. Rafe wonders how you've been able to fly under the radar for so long. After all, it's no secret that you're a knockout. He supposes it's because you stay so quiet, like a little mouse, and keep to yourself for the most part. Hell, if you weren't his little sister's best friend, chances are he never would've even noticed you at school.
This makes it all the better for him, of course. No competition when it comes to you. He always figured he'd sow his wild oats, fuck his way through college, and then settle down with a nice girl like you. Sure, you're not an omega, but presentation doesn't mean everything, right? He can knot all the omegas he needs and satisfy his urges. And then? He can have you. His pretty little beta.
So, he puts you out of his mind as best as he can, focusing on the omegas who serve his immediate purposes. But, no matter how hard he tries to do that, you're the face he imagines when he's fucking them, wondering what sort of noises you'll make, how your soft, warm body will feel under his own. He closes his eyes and tries to pretend they're you, but the voice is never right, or the feel of their skin is off. It's never right.
It's a shame that you're a beta, Rafe thinks that every day. A shy little thing like you would've made the perfect omega. God, he can see you right now, laying underneath him, taking his cock, begging him to fill you up with his knot, give you his pups. Rafe lets out a low groan, pulling out of the omega he was balls deep in, spilling himself on her back before abruptly dismissing her from his room. He grabs his phone to check his texts and is surprised to see a message from none other than his sister, asking him if he can keep an eye out for you at the party tonight just until she gets there since she's running late.
Well, that works out for him perfectly, truth be told. The Tanneyhill parties can get a bit wild, so he doesn't blame Sarah for wanting him to look out for you. After all, you're the only person Rafe has ever shown genuine care toward other than Wheezie. Sarah always assumed it was brotherly affection, that he saw you as the least annoying of her friends. But it was so much more. Rafe comes across as your stereotypical alpha, but there's more to him than that. That's why he knows you'd be perfect for him.
Tonight, he's finally going to make his move on you, his sweet little beta. You're back from your fancy new college on the mainland - Brown, he believes, for the annual Tanneyhill Halloween rager. Sarah's kept him apprised of your whereabouts so that he can look after you accordingly. Rafe can almost see you in his mind's eye, sitting with Scarlet or one of the other girls near the pool as you always did at parties. He wonders what you're dressing up as this year. Probably something low key as always. And he wonders If you look the same.
Guests start filling the mansion fairly quickly, music blaring, but Rafe is a man on a mission. He ignores Sophia, the latest omega he's been fucking, letting her chatter on mindlessly while he waits for you to show up. She's dressed as a cat, and honestly? He thinks her costume is ass.
As he stands there, trying to tune her out, eyes roaming over the sea of teens and twenty-somethings that have filled up his house dressed in their Halloween best, it hits him. A scent so sweet that it almost has his mouth watering. What the fuck is that? It's an omega, but fuck, he's never smelled this one before. That's when he realizes who it is that's just walked through the door.
You. Standing there in a little pink sundress, looking around nervously like a little lamb about to enter a wolf's den. You're even dressed for the part. A frilly red gingham dress and a crimson hood. Little Red Riding Hood. Is it just ironic that Rafe has dressed as a werewolf for Halloween or is it fate? He isn't entirely sure himself. But God, your fucking scent. He can feel his entire body heat up at the sight of you, that innocent smile on your face as you greet some of your school friends, making your way to the kitchen to grab yourself a soda.
But this doesn't make sense? You're a beta... Why do you smell so fucking good? Why is his head spinning, his feet carrying him over to you before his brain can catch up? Why can he feel desire building in him, the likes of which he's never felt before? Fuck, if this continues, his rut is going to start early, if it hasn't already.
Rafe rests a hand on your shoulder, smirking to himself at the way you freeze at his touch. You slowly turn around, looking up at him, those innocent wide eyes of yours just as pretty as he remembers them.
"Oh, hi, Rafe," you say in that gentle voice of yours, giving him a shy smile, "It's good to see you."
"You too good to give me a hug or something, little one?" Rafe teases, using the nickname he's had for you for years now.
You quickly wrap your arms around his waist, giving him a hug. He wonders if you notice the way he buries his face in the crook of your neck, scenting you. Fuck, you're like... Vanilla and spun sugar and honey... You've gotta be about to go into heat. Your scent is so fucking strong. It's almost cloying, but not quite. It's just sweet enough to drive him insane, to make him wonder if his presence is making the slick pool between your thighs under what is no doubt a flimsy pair of panties that match with that slutty little costume. He's never seen you dressed like this.
"Sarah pick your costume?"
You nod, glancing around a bit nervously, "Yeah, she said I could only go as Lucy so many times before it became sad."
He chuckles, moving his hands to rest on your waist. He can sense your surprise, practically hear the way your heart begins to pound, blood pumping through your veins. He's never been this physical with you. He's always kept a safe distance. Except he can't anymore.
"How long since you presented? It happen when you were at Brown?"
You nod slowly, taking a sip of your drink, avoiding his gaze, "Uh huh. My mom had to fly up. It was a really late presentation so they did some tests at the hospital and stuff, but everything's normal I guess."
Rafe nods, giving your waist a gentle comforting squeeze, making you gasp softly, "Damn, bet it freaked you out pretty bad, huh?"
"Kinda," you admit, "But luckily I've got really good suppressants and stuff. Like, my heat's pretty close but I don't think anyone can tell."
Rafe can tell. God, he can tell. And judging by the gaze of some of the other alphas at the party, they can tell too. He lets out a quiet laugh, leaning in to whisper in your ear.
"I don't think so, sweetheart. I picked up your scent the minute you walked in."
Your eyes go wide and you clap your hand over your mouth, "Shit..."
The innocence in your expression so tantalizing he almost wants to reach out and take it from you, claim you in front of everyone at this fucking party, dig his teeth into your claiming gland and show them all you belong to him. But, he resists. He's got to play this right if he wants to keep you. He pulls back to brush your hair off your face, a teasing grin playing on his lips at your frantic rambling that you need to go home but don't have a ride. You look so adorably helpless without your friend to protect you.
"Why don't you come up to my room, huh? We can wait till Sarah gets here and then she'll be able to take you home."
"But you'll miss the party..." You trail off, looking at him concerned, "I don't wanna ruin your night, Rafe-"
"You won't, little 'mega," he smirks, taking your hand in his own, reveling in the feeling of your smooth palm against his, "Let's get upstairs before one of these big bad wolves tries to hunt you down, Little Red."
You giggle at his stupid joke, giving him a burst of confidence as you follow after him. He can feel the jealous stares of his fellow alphas, the omegas annoyed that you've managed to capture his attention. You're easily the tastiest little thing at this party and Rafe has every intention of eating you right up.
"You wanna take that little hood off?" He teases, watching as you look around his bedroom curiously, the way you startle when the door shuts making him want to tease you even more, "Don't be afraid, little 'mega. Not gonna hurt you."
You give him a hesitant smile and do as he says, removing the hood, folding it and placing it neatly at the foot of his bed. You sit down, your body going stiff as he moves to sit beside you, his thigh pressed flush against yours. Rafe can smell your arousal, the slick pooling between your thighs as you press them together desperately. He rests a hand on your thigh, just above where the stockings you wear, squeezing your flesh. The little whimper you let out is enough to set him off. He leans in close again, his nose trailing along your neck as he inhales your scent.
"You smell so good, 'mega, you know that?" Rafe murmurs, nipping at your throat. He pins you down to the bed, letting out a low groan as you part your legs to accommodate him, your body so soft and pliant beneath his, "You know I want you, don't you? Even when I thought you were a beta, I wanted you. And now, you come back. My little 'mega. Did your heat kick in when you saw me, baby?"
You let out a soft gasp as you feel his fingers rubbing at you over the fabric of your lacy panties. Your teeth sink into your lower lip, eyes scrunching shut as you buck your hips up against him, the heel of his hand rubbing against your swollen clit. Rafe watches you, nearly salivating at the way your face twists in pleasure, the scent of your heat pervading the room as he pushes your panties aside and eases two fingers inside you. You're so fucking tight, so wet... Rafe doesn't think he's ever been this hard in his life as he begins fucking you with his fingers, watching the way you writhe against him, the way you moan and whine and lean into his touch.
"Is this your first heat, little one?" You nod wordlessly, squirming as he moves his fingers faster and faster, holding your hips in place with his free hand, grinning at the sight of you, hair splayed out against his pillow as he continues, "Don't worry. I'll help you through it, 'mega. Through this one and every one after. You want your alpha's help, don't you?"
"My... My alpha?" You repeat breathlessly, letting out a cry as he rubs against your sweet spot.
Rafe moves his fingers faster and faster, watching your tits strain against the fabric of your costume as you breathe heavily, soaking his fingers with your slick, a grin spreading across his face as you practically scream his name. You stare up at him as he licks his fingers clean, your lips parted in awe, eyes hazy with lust.
"Yes, little one. I'm your alpha. And you're my omega." Rafe wastes no time moving to sit on his haunches between your legs, fingers hooking into the waistband of your lace panties, tugging them off with an eagerness that surprises even him. He brings them to his nose, inhaling the scent of your arousal, letting out a low groan. Rafe can tell you're enjoying it, the way your eyes go wide at his actions, his tongue darting out to taste your panties before he shoves them in his pocket, "Taste so fuckin' sweet, little one. You gonna let me taste that pretty little pussy?" He snickers when you just lay there, your mouth agape, yelping when he lands a slap on your core, "Well? Use your words, 'mega. Tell your alpha you want him to taste you."
"Please, alpha..." You manage to whisper, "Want you to taste me..."
He doesn't hesitate, dragging his tongue along your slit lazily, never once breaking eye contact with you. Rafe's gaze holds you captive as he starts drawing lazy circles around your clit, the feeling almost too much for you to bear. In spite of wanting more, you feel your thighs moving together, your back arching up as you squirm away from him. But your alpha isn't having that. Rafe lets out a low snarl, his grip on your thighs bruising as he pulls you back toward him, burying his tongue inside you, making the lewdest, most obnoxious slurping noises as he laps at your slick folds, eyes still trained on you. Your heels dig into his back as he mouths at you, nuzzling his nose against your clit, working his tongue against you over and over and over.
It doesn't take long for you to lose yourself, soaking his tongue with your slick, but he just keeps going. He's had a taste and now he's addicted to you. So no matter how you squirm or struggle or whine his name, saying that his tongue feels too rough against your overstimulated pussy, he doesn't care. His mouth moves against you like a man starved, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he keeps licking at you, alternating between long lazy strokes against your cunt and suckling at your pearl. Tears fall from your eyes from how good he's making you feel, losing yourself as he brings you to your peak once, twice, three times more.
"Need to get you ready to take my knot, 'mega," he murmurs, nipping at your inner thigh, "So lay back and take it like a good little girl."
"Yes, alpha..."
You watch as he moves to sit on his knees, hands quickly undoing his jeans, tugging his torn tee shirt over his head. Rafe knows he did the absolute minimum with his costume, grabbing the two little wolf ears and getting ready to toss them aside. But then, you rest a hand over his, shaking your head.
"Can you keep them on? I..." You shy away under his gaze, giggling slightly, "It's like... Little Red and the Big Bad Wolf..."
A wicked smile curls on his lips as he nods, leaving them in place. He tugs at his cock, pushing inside you with one quick thrust. You let out a choked gasp, your pussy squeezing around him so tight. He goes into his rut immediately, his mind taken over solely by the thought of claiming you, giving you his knot, filling you up with his cum, watching it leak out of your swollen pussy. Your legs wrap around his waist as his hips piston against yours, his fat cock splitting you open, your lips parted as you mewl his name.
"That's right, 'mega, tell me how good your alpha's making you feel," he taunts, one hand pinching at your clit, making you squeal, while the other tugs the top of your costume down just enough to free your tits, his eyes going wide with delight as he watches them bounce.
"You, alpha," you babble mindlessly, "Want your knot, want you to cum inside me, wanna have your pups, oh God..."
"Pussy's so tight, 'mega," Rafe groans, his balls slapping against you, rubbing his fingers against your clit, smacking at it, making you scream his name, "Come for me, little one, come on. I know you can."
You cry out, spilling yourself on his cock, but he just fucks you through it. His knees rest on either side of your hips now, your legs dangling over his shoulders as he fucks you harder and deeper than before, his mouth meeting yours in a hungry kiss. He devours you completely, his cock hitting that spot deep inside you, his hand wrapped around your throat. Rafe glances downward, smirking slightly at the sight of his cock bulging against your stomach and presses down, making you whine as you reach your peak yet again. His knot fills you and he spills himself inside you with a growl of your name, the two of you falling back against the bed, utterly sated.
"Can I..." Rafe trails off, his hand brushing the hair that's matted to your forehead away, kissing you gently, "Give you my bite?"
You nod, letting out a breathless whisper, "Please..."
And he does, bonding you to him forever, the feeling of his tongue soothing the bite mark making you whine as you return his bite with one of your own. The two of you cling to each other, waiting for his knot to deflate, the noise from the party still echoing through the hall. But neither of you care. You're too busy basking in the afterglow of your shared pleasure.
And when Sarah walks in on the two of you? She can't even be angry because she's never seen you so happy.