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Your fingers dig into the bed sheet as you cry out and Noctis groans as the base of his cock swells, locking inside you as he finally reaches his peak. He’s curled over you, his face pressed into your neck as he shivers.
He gives you no warning as he sinks his teeth into the side of your throat, he moans but you react with panic. It’s too sudden, too unexpected, his teeth still buried in your neck you try to pull yourself from his grip, your cry of distress turning into a scream as your skin tears.
You wake with a cry, hand flying to your neck. You wince as you press against the bandages there. Shit. You can feel the concern of your mates flitting down your bond, they must be pretty close by to feel them so strongly and you try to calm your breathing. You don’t want them to come check on you.It doesn’t work, your phone chimes with two texts almost immediately. One from Noctis, one from Ignis and you respond to them with the same message - I’m fine, just a nightmare. You’ve only just put it down when it chimes with their replies but you ignore it, resting your head in your hands as you take a deep breath. Your resolve lasts less than a minute, reaching out to grab the phone back. Not replying was not worth the grief.
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“uh, Hi.” You stand awkwardly as you regard Cor. He looks as uncomfortable as you feel standing in the middle of your main room.
“Apologies. I knocked,” His eyes flick to the bandage on your neck, your hand reaching to cover it self-consciously. Noctis claiming you had been a surprise, had shocked you so much that what would have been a nice clean bite turning into a ripped bloody mess with one foolish move.
It had been over a week, and it was only slowly healing. It didn’t help that Noctis was constantly nuzzling at, despite Ignis’ advice that he leave it be.
“His Majesty asked me to check in on you,” Cor keeps his distance, either out of respect for your mates or because he can smell the unease coming off you in waves. “with your pack busy he thought you could use some company, perhaps an outing.”
“An outing?”
“Yes.”
“Like out out? Outside?”
“Yes.” His lips twitch with slight amusement but there’s a definite hint of confusion is his tone.
“But,-” you gesture at yourself unsure whether he’s playing with you or has genuinely forgotten. “Omega. It’s not safe.”
His confusion is a little more apparent as he pauses. “You are a mated omega; your scent marks you as owned,” his lips twitch in a barely concealed smile “and you'll be with me. You're perfectly safe.”
“Really?” That’s new information to you, and the surge of anger at your mates for not telling you bolsters your confidence. “Well I guess, ok?”
“I have informed the guards and the King, you really do have no need to worry.”
“I-,” You swallow hard. It’s a scary thought, the rules given to you by your pack starting to be deeply ingrained in to every decision you make but the thought of a little freedom was too tempting to resist. Surely they would trust Cor to keep you safe, you did.
“A walk to the garden? I know you’ve probably seen it a thousand times already but it’s a peaceful place to sit,” His eyes flick to your neck again. “I don’t want you to overdo it and get me in trouble with his Highness.”
You nod. It seems easier than explaining you don’t know how peaceful the garden is; in fact you have no idea where it is. Your excitement dwindling slightly as realise just how little he, and the King, actually know about how overprotective your pack are.
You take a deep breath as your door closes behind you and Cor regards you with a look of concerned curiosity.
“I'm not allowed out - that much.” You quickly add.
“No? What do you do all day?” His tone is light, casual but it still feels like an interrogation, or a test. Paranoia keeping you from engaging him too much in conversation.
“Read,” You shrug. “Play games, nap.”
“Hmm. Sounds boring.” Cor glances at you as you walk towards the stairs but when you don’t return his smile he sighs. “I understand their reluctance to let you explore but it's not healthy. The King worries for you too.”
“Because I can provide babies?” you say it bitterly. You’re feeling a little blindsided by the whole morning, out of your depth and you can’t bring yourself to fully trust Cor’s apparent show of concern.
“It's not the only reason he worries for you.” Cor stops at the main door and turns to look at you, your surprise at his candour must show on your face because he smiles slightly. “The King is a good man; he is willing to help you have a life here regardless of your status.”
“Help me how? Can he make me an alpha?” The anger that you hear in your voice surprises you and you flinch as soon as you say it, but Cor takes a step back instead, his hands dropping to rest by his thighs, fingers loose and relaxed.
Anger is still bubbling beneath the surface but you try to force it down, aware of how patiently Cor stands and watches you. You speak before your brain can catch up.
“What happens if a bond is broken?”
“I don’t know if it can,” his candor still surprises you. Having someone talk to you and answer your questions forthright is a rare occurrence. “Not my area of expertise. Omegas are rare; I’ve not had much cause to learn beyond the basics.” He pauses. “Do you… want it broken?”
Do you? You shake your head automatically but the question lingers in your mind. Cor stays quiet, like he can tell you’re still thinking.
“No,” Surprising yourself with how much you mean it. “I don’t. I just- I just wish they trusted me a little more. I’m not made of glass, I’m not a child.”
“This world is still new to you, and you’re a precious commodity,” He says and you flinch at his choice of word. “They are understandably cautious.”
You nod. Disappointment rife as you realise Cor is not as understanding as he makes out to be. Status is everything, and yours will always make you lesser. It’s getting distressingly easier to accept.
He opens the door, stepping out and holding it for you.
As soon as you take a step outside the fear surges, grasps your heart and shoots in to your throat. You make a small wounded sound and Cor looks at you in alarm.
He’s talking but you can't hear him over your rising panic. All you can think of is all the punishments your mates have promised you over the months, punishments you’ve already received. You're hyperventilating and almost scream when Cor grips your shoulders and forces you to look at him.
“Breathe Omega,” His voice is firm but you struggle to listen to him. “With me, come on.”
His tone is soothing, controlled, and it’s easy to follow his instructions. Watching his mouth as you count with him.
“Better?”
You nod, he smells good and as you lean into him a little more he tenses, making you pull back quickly.
“Sorry.”
He shakes his head, and he regards you with sympathy and something you can't name. “Want to go back?”
You're out now. You're going to be punished regardless of what Cor, or the King says, just as soon as your pack gets you back behind closed doors.
“No.” The panic rises again at your words but you breathe deep, irritated at yourself. “I want to stay a little while.”
He gives you another small smile which you return, if a little wobbly.
If you stay a little closer to Cor than absolutely necessary as you walk along the small windy path he doesn't comment, his scent is calming and you fight the foolish urge to reach out and grab his hand.
“We could go into the city if you like. I did promise you a tour.”
You stare at him blankly for a few seconds, Gladio’s voice echoing in your ear about all the horrors that would happen to you if you went outside the Citadel making it hard to breath.
That look of pity flashes across Cor face again and he sighs. “There is a danger yes,” you look up at him in alarm, “but there are guards all around,” he flexes his fingers and you shiver in response. “I won't let anything happen to you.”
Cor clears his throat and you wait, expecting him to say something but he just returns your gaze, patient with you yet again, waiting for you to decide your next move.
“I-,” you take a step back aware you are probably close to crossing a major line with your pack. Still you feel invigorated, bolder, and it pushes you to nod with a smile. “Yes, yes I’d like to,” You pause. “but I should probably ask Ignis first.”
“Very well.” He gives you a small bow of his head. “I’ll walk you back to your rooms.”
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You’d showered when you’d returned, guilt forcing you to try and wash away any scents that your mates were going to notice, but Gladio’s gaze instantly zeroed in on you with a frown.
“Omega.”
You froze; fear and petulance warring in your gut. “What?”
Gladio’s frown deepened as he walked towards you. His eyes flashing when you flinched back, your heart speeding up.
“Where have you been?”
“No where.” A squeak of surprise rises from your throat as Noctis’ arms wraps around your waist, you’d been so lost in the barely contained aggression rolling off Gladio to notice his presence.
He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling you deeply.
“You smell like Cor.” His hot breath tickles your skin. “Don’t lie. He told me he took you out for a walk.”
A walk. The words make you bristle but bite down on the urge to spit out that you’re not a dog. You tense in his arms, eyes flicking between Gladio and Ignis warily. You don’t apologise, you know there’s no point.
Gladio’s eyes narrow at your silence. “You disobeyed a rule. You know you’re not to leave this floor.”
“Alone. I’m not to leave this floor alone, and I wasn’t. I was with Cor.” It’s the wrong thing to say, the atmosphere shifting in to something extremely uncomfortable. “I was fine, it was fun. Maybe we should try it sometime.”
“Watch the attitude Omega.”
“Gladio,” Ignis sighed, placing a hand on Gladio’s arm and whispering at him to take a step back.
“Cor was with me.” You repeat, ignoring the way Ignis eyes flash at the mention of Cor’s name and the flex of Noctis’ arms around your waist.
“Darling,” The pet name sounds strained. “Your bond with Noctis is still new, you should be spending time with him, explor-”
“All I do is spend time with him!” You interrupt again, trying to ignore the bond rippling with Noctis’ hurt and the way his arms drop from your waist. “I’m bored! All I did was go for a walk. I came right back.”
Ignis opens his mouth but this time Gladio steps in, grasping your arm so hard you whimper in pain.
“Calm down.”
“I am calm.” The command makes your defiance ebb slowly away, pushing a slow lethargic feeling through your limbs. “You don’t own me.” Your protest comes out weaker this time, less certain.
“Yes we do.”
“I-,” You falter for a second, but you’ve gone too far to stop now. They’re already angry with you, the brief respite with Cor seeming to reinvigorate your need to stand up for yourself. “Right. My scent marks me as owned so why can't I go out?”
“Did Cor tell you that?”
“It does Darling,” Ignis’ voice is soft, quiet, at your nod. “But do you think other alphas care about that? It wouldn't stop them from taking you. From ra-,” you flinch and he stops. “From hurting you. We're protecting you.”
“Protecting me?” You feel angry, hurt, betrayed but also an intense desire to throw yourself into their arms, to placate them. You hate it. “I hate this,” Its defeat. They’re going to get their way, you’re not. They’re going to push you and pressure you until you cave again. You can feel it already, Gladio’s pheromones making your cunt pulse and your mind scream at you to apologise. They’re going to make that little omega inside you kneel and submit and beg for their cock until you don’t remember why you were so angry in the first place. You can feel it slipping into your bones; it makes self hatred come bubbling to the surface. They can feel it too, you know they can, their looks of anger morphing into ones of concern almost immediately. “I hate it. I hate you.”
The slap takes you by surprise. It leaves you frozen, tears forming in your eyes as you look back up at Ignis, your hand cradling your burning cheek and from the look on Ignis face he looks just as surprised at his actions as you are.
“I'm sorry darling I didn't-,” He freezes when you flinch away from him.
It’s silent for a few seconds, none of you seemingly knowing how to react until Noctis tugs you round to look at him. “You’re bored of me?”
“Noct…” you begin but he doesn’t let you finish, covering your mouth with his. The press of his lips is hungry, he’s upset and guilt and the need to please him has you responding more eagerly than you’d like. The pain from Ignis’ smack lessening a little as Noctis moans and nibbles your bottom lip. His hurt and possessiveness ripple through the bond and you shudder as he kisses you again and the little bubble of fear you feel at his roughness is enough to push Ignis to step forward.
“Your Highness perhaps you sh-”
“I want to spend time with her. You can punish her later.”
Your mind is growing foggy with Noctis’ mounting arousal, the heady mixture of all their pheromones making it hard for you to focus. You want them happy; you need them happy with you.
“Not on your own, I’m sorry Noct,” Ignis voice drops low, quiet and Noctis relaxes a little against you. “Her neck needs to heal.”
“Fine, Gladio can stay.”
That’s not what Ignis was hoping for, you can tell, you can feel his apprehension but he relents. You feel sad, guilty, watching as he murmurs something to Gladio as he leaves, but the stinging of your cheek stops you from calling out to him.
"Noct, I-" Your voice fell into a whimper as his lips ghosted your earlobe, ignoring your attempt to talk.
"I only want to keep you safe," he whispered.
You swallowed, fists clenched at your sides as his body suffocated yours. Heat quickly crawled up your cheeks as his hands slid slowly down your sides.
"I’m know," You finally mustered, your voice a breathless squeak. He stilled, lips pressed against your shoulder. He was tense, you were unsure of his next movement and you think he was too. “Noct-,”
“Not my title.” He kissed the corner of your mouth. Watching as he pulled away with a grin.
“I-,” you swallowed, eyes flicking to Gladio’s unmoved form by the door and back to Noctis. You weren’t sure what he wanted to hear. Alpha? Your Highness? He never seemed too fond of either, but you could tell he was expecting something but the thought of choosing wrong and having him more upset with you had your tongue twisting and refusing to move.
He’s not happy with your silence, smile dropping as he backed you up slowly towards your bed.
“Are you really bored of me?” He nuzzled into your throat, your cry of pain as he ran his mouth over the bandage finally making Gladio move from his tense stance at the door.
“Ease up.” Gladio gives Noct a little tap on the back of his head as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed, his glare turning towards you. “And you behave, don’t want to interrupt Noct’s fun but I will if I have to.”
You thought you were behaving, but you don’t dare answer back, submitting with a slow dip of your head and sitting on the edge of your mattress. Noctis can be distracted with touches and cooing words but Gladio’s threats were never empty.
Noctis still looks unhappy as he invades your space; you’ve definitely hurt him with your words more than he wants to admit. “Lay back,” he says. “I just want to make you feel good. You don’t need to do anything.”
You hesitate, his apparent desire to please you not aligning with the dark mood you can feel pulsing down your bond, but you relent. Letting him push you gently until you lay down onto your back. He sits on the edge of the mattress beside you and lets his hand trail up your thigh, dipping between your legs and urging them apart. You shiver as he slides the fabric of your panties aside, dipping his fingers through your wet folds.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, lying down beside you so he can pepper little kisses across your throat. He’s gentle, listening to Gladio’s rumble of disapproval, and avoiding the bandaged side completely.
Noctis whines as he slowly pushes two fingers into you, making you groan and you reach down to grasp his wrist, not sure if you want to make him stop or make him move faster.
“Noct-,” You’re aware Gladio is watching you. Noctis’ panting hard as he eases his fingers back out only to push them back in slowly, his thumb pressing fast hard little circles into your clit, making your head loll and your eyes roll back. You bring your hand up to bite your thumb as your back arches and you cum with a loud cry.
You struggle to breathe through the overstimulation as he keeps his fingers moving, tears pricking at your eyes. “Stop Noctis, please.”
“Ah, no. I think you're forgetting your place Omega,” Gladio shifts, stretching his legs out in front of him as he watches you with a yawn. “He’s your Alpha and your Prince. He decides when he’s done, not you.”
Another whispered please has Noctis slowing, giving a happy sigh as he lies down next to you, soft lips latching around your nipple as he snuggles into your chest. You know he’s not trying to take things further; he’s half asleep already, a soft gentle purr escaping him.
You run your fingers through his hair as he suckles at you, trying not to make eye contact with Gladio as he eases into the bed behind you.
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You wake slowly, overwarm and groggy. Gladio’s arm is heavy around your waist and you wriggle half heartedly to try and escape his hold. Gladio huffs against your throat, a guttural, warning sound that vibrates through your chest and you go still. Not wanting to annoy him and not wanting to disturb Noctis who is fast asleep in front of you.
“Good girl.” It’s whispered against your neck, hand sliding down your thigh and encouraging you to hook your calf back over his. There’s no warning, no slick fingers against your cunt to ease you into it, just the blunt nudge of his cock through your folds before he’s pushing himself inside.
Your breath hitches in your throat. “W-Wait-,”
“Shhh.” Gladio kisses your shoulder, his voice is low and soft but there’s a hint of something stern that you don’t dare answer back to. “You can take it.”
You squirm, digging your nails into his forearm as you struggle to take him, your whimpers ignored in favour of low whispered encouragement as you shift your hips a little, trying to lessen the pressure of him inside you. He’s barely moving, but the weight of him inside you and the heat of him behind you had pleasure building fast.
“Gladio,” Your jaw snaps shut and you whine, you were going to cum, he hadn’t even touched you and you were so close.
He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even move when you cum, nails almost drawing blood from his arm as your thighs shake and you clench around him. It’s so sudden that you are left feeling dizzy, head swimming in a haze of pleasure. Gladio breathes hard through his nose, then he grunts, face buried in your hair and groaning your name. You feel him pulse inside you, not deep enough for his knot to catch but shallow enough that you can feel him already leaking and oozing out of you.
He kisses your neck and nuzzles in again, breathing hard and fast against your skin. He’s so hot it makes you squirm, feeling a little desperate for air.
“You have been quite the brat today, haven’t you?” He doesn’t sound quite as mad any more but you resist the temptation to answer back. He takes a deep breath as you shake your head. “You will apologise to Ignis.” He whispers. “You will get down on your knees and beg him for forgiveness like the good little omega you are.”
You nod your head, breath hitching as you start to cry. Gladio slips his hand up from your hip to rub across your stomach in slow soothing circles. “We still love you, omega.”
“I’m sorry.” You whisper it again and Gladio sighs.
“I know. I know you are baby,” His palm rests warm and heavy against your stomach. “But I’m not going to forgive you. You gotta earn it.”