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letstalktea · 5 months

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Content: GN!Alpha!Harper x GN!Omega!Reader, doctor and patient are both playing a game here, dildo, fingering, Harper has many thoughts

Note: Blame Pip. I saw Harper and omega in the same sentence, blacked out, and this fic was written.

Word Count: 2.5k

“And what's the nature of your visit today?” Harper asked as they wiggled the mouse of their computer to awaken the screen and pull up your file.

You squirmed in your seat, shifting back and forth in such a way that they knew the fabric of your underwear must have been rubbing against your hole. “My suppressants aren't working.”

“Again?” They feigned shock, but they could tell. Your sweet, submissive scent was flooding their office and it took all of their self-control and barely maintained professionalism not to flip you onto the nearby examination table and hump your leaking hole until they had you thoroughly bred. Clearly they needed to replace their suppressants as much as you did. “I distinctly recall informing you that you were likely suppressant resistant several visits ago so you could be aware and take the proper steps to manage yourself before it became severe enough to visit.”

They typed your reason for visiting into the notes section of your profile, glancing at you only briefly to enjoy the sight of you trying to stop yourself from grinding down against the chair where you sat.

“How long since the start of your current cycle?” Harper asked.

“Two days.”

They typed your answer before continuing to ask more questions. “Have you had sex with anyone in those two days?”

They watched you closely. They way you bit the inside of your lip told them the answer wasn't affirmative and that you were hesitant to divulge such information.

“We've had this conversation before. If your suppressants aren't working, you should find an alpha to help ease your symptoms.” That is, an alpha who was willing to fuck your desperate hole and flood your body with enough cum to reset your brain and hormones.

“I don’t…” you muttered, “I don’t have an alpha I trust like that.”

“None?”

“The only person I trust is a beta, but… I don’t like them like that.”

“Attraction is irrelevant when it comes to a single sexual encounter for the sake of managing your symptoms.” They sighed as they leaned back in their chair. They took the glasses off of their face and held the bridge of their nose in exasperation. “But you’re right. Even if you were to sleep with a beta, it wouldn’t produce the right endorphins and your symptoms would only worsen. That won’t be sufficient.”

“Can't we change my suppressants instead? Or up the dosage on my current ones?”

They raised an eyebrow before putting their glasses back on their face and changing which section of your profile they were viewing. They turned the screen around so you could see the laundry list of medications and shots you'd taken over the years to try and manage your heats. Each one with a corresponding note about how long it had lasted and why you had been taken off of it; tolerances, unforeseen side effects, ineffectiveness, the list went on.

“We're running out of alternative options for you to try.”

You looked uncomfortable as you fidgeted in your seat, clearly still rubbing yourself against the hard plastic more noticeably than earlier. “Isn’t there anything we can do?”

Your scent had spread through the entire office, clinging onto every surface and waving the promise of a warm, wet hole at any alpha who would happen to catch your fancy (or any whose fancy you caught by mistake). Their fingers were practically twitching as the instincts in the back of their head growled to claim the omega seated in front of them; rip your clothing to shreds and leave you spread on the floor with their cum dripping out of your bite-ridden body. Their suppressants prevented them from entering rut, but that did not make them sexless. They could still appreciate the aroma of an omega flaunting their heat.

“There is one other method we could try,” they said, trying to hide the thin smile creeping across their face.”It was used some time ago and has fallen out of favor since the introduction of suppressants and medication, but it may be the best option for you.”

Your eyes lit up and Harper had to swallow the drool pooling in their throat.

“Some time ago, doctors used to personally see to omega in heat and help them find relief.” That was to say, an omega in heat would strip down and spread their legs so they could be touched and fondled until their libido calmed down. “That method may work for you since everything else has failed.”

They didn't fail to notice the flicker in your eyes, though they couldn't identify what emotion it was you were experiencing. “Are you sure?”

“We can only try.”

They stood from their seat and sauntered over to the box where gowns were kept, pulling one out and handing it to you. “Remove all of your clothing, change into this, then take a seat on the examination table. I need to grab something to help with your treatment then I'll return.”

Harper walked out of the room before you even stood from the chair.

You stared at the gown in your hands. Cheap blue fabric that felt more like plastic than cloth and looked like a backwards robe. You removed your clothing, taking special care as you peeled the drenched fabric of your underwear away from your hole. You placed your clothing on the chair where you’d been sitting, placing the damp underwear on top before slipping your arms through the holes of the gown and struggling to tie the strings in the back before giving up after the first one.

With your new dressings, you finally took a seat on the examination table. A mild chill ran up your spine as your skin made contact with the cold surface, but you slowly eased into the spot.

Then, you waited.

By the time Harper came back into the office, you had started to worry that they’d given up on you and were trying to think of ways to tell you that your case was hopeless. Instead, they came in with a small bag in their hands that they sat on the floor beside the examination table before rolling their seat over to you.

They didn’t sit just yet. Instead, they bent down to reach into the bag before handing you some kind of handkerchief. “This has been doused in alpha pheromone. You may find it alieving during your treatment.”

You took the cloth from their hand, staring at it before looking back to them. “What do I do with it?”

“Generally, omega used to find comfort in huffing it, but I don’t think it matters what you choose to do with it.” They finally took a seat and settled at the foot of the table. As they gave their next directions, they began to slip on a set of purple gloves. “Lie back, bend your knees, and spread your legs.”

Your face felt hot at their request. “Really?”

They looked up at you impassively. “It’s part of the treatment.”

So, you did as they said. You lied back, bent your knees, and spread your legs wide enough that you could feel the cool air of the conditioner blow across your exposed hole. You also knew that Harper was looking at you, staring at how much slick was leaking out without having been touched, all because of your heat. You couldn’t see them, but you knew they were there.

The handkerchief still in your hand made you curious. They said it was used by omega for relief, but you couldn’t imagine how. Tentatively, you brought it under your nose and gave a small sniff. Immediately, something inside of you, something you didn't even know was there, snapped.

Harper couldn’t see your face any more easily than you could see theirs, but they knew by the sound of your sniffing that you had finally used the cloth. They could also tell what kind of effect it was having on your body by the way your hole began to gush in front of them.

Such a good little omega. You made them glad that they'd taken the time to cum on that handkerchief before handing it to you. Now they could enjoy the fact that you were inhaling their scent like a drug while they were stuck satisfying your heat without any relief for themselves.

How had you managed to make their office smell even more like you than it already had? Now it smelled of you and sex. Not the act of sex, but the desire for it.

They dragged a single gloved finger through the slick dripping down your thighs. The small surprised jolt you made before settling down again caught them off guard, but they weren't deterred from moving their fingers to press against your hole. You were already so wet that they faced little resistance as they pushed them in to the first knuckle.

“Alpha?” You cried out, voice muffled by the handkerchief that you had pressed tightly against your face.

“Stay calm. I'm only doing the preparations.”

Those words weren't for you. Harper had to remind themselves that you were their patient in this moment. Even though you were a dumb omega that had flaunted your heat and inviting hole directly in front of them, it was their job to cure you. Although, the thought of leaving you to suffer through it until you went mad was equally appealing. Maybe you'd go hysterical and they could commit you to their waiting embrace. It was something to consider.

For now, however, they were left salivating at the sight of your body swallowing up the second finger they slipped beside the first. Such a good omega, accepting them so easily.

They pretended to ignore the small whimpers you made as they pulled their fingers out so they could reach down into the bag on the floor. Instead, they tried to focus on what kinds of sounds you'd make once you realized what kind of treatment you were really getting.

You were still huffing the cloth that smelled strongly of alpha when Harper began to pull their fingers away. Your body chased after them, lifting and rolling back to try and plunge them back inside. Unfortunately, you weren't lying at the right angle to succeed, so all you could do was continue to lie there and indulge in the scent of alpha flooding your head.

Your poor hole felt lonely and neglected in the time before Harper returned. This time, however, it wasn't their fingers pushing into you. It was something much thicker, smoother, colder than their fingers, and it was prying your hole open one inch at a time until it couldn't go any deeper. Then, they began to pull it out halfway before pushing it in again. The pace was slow and rhythmic as the object slid in and out of your hole, guided by Harper's steady hand.

And what a greedy hole you had. It opened up and accepted the phallus so easily. Harper barely needed to coax your body more than the basic prep required. Clearly, you had been suffering during your heat if you needed to be fucked so badly that you accepted the first dick offered to you. Given enough time, maybe you could be convinced to finally allow yourself to be touched and fondled by any alpha that liked your sweet smell and then share all the vivid details of your entanglements at your appointments.

They couldn't help but notice the quiet grunts and groans you made as they fucked you with the toy in their hand, nor could they ignore how you were starting to hump against it.

“Alpha… alpha…” You muttered from behind the cloth soaked in their scent.

“That's right. Just think of me as your alpha,” they said, trying to ignore how turned on they were by the thought of you calling out for them.

They wanted to see your face, to see what pleasure looked like when you were in its midst. They wanted to yank the toy they were using out of you and replace it with their own dick. They wanted to be enveloped by your warm walls and greedy hole until your cry for an alpha was replaced with their name and your body couldn't calm down without them. They wanted to cum so deep inside of you, empty so much that it would distend your belly and show them what you'd look like once their seed managed to catch and you grew a child inside. They wanted to grab you by the neck and bite down until their mark was impeded into your very DNA.

But they shook those thoughts off, chalking them up to instinct rather than rational thought.

Their only involvement in this treatment was to endure the sweet scent of your desperate hole while ensuring you came for– because of them.

“More! Alpha! Fuck me more!” You screamed as they watched your hole clench down around the toy.

A stray thought slipped out subconsciously before they could contain it. “Are you about to cum? What a good little omega.”

The screech that came out of your mouth as they slammed the dildo to the base inside of you was like its own siren song; arousal and satisfaction made into its own sound as you came so violently around the toy that you managed to squeeze it out and let it fall to the floor despite how deeply they'd lodged it.

Again, Harper had to push the effectiveness of their own suppressants to their limits, pushing aside the way they were starting to strain against their stacks. It wouldn't be right of them to lap up the arousal still dripping from your recently abused hole and caked across your inner thighs.

They let you lie there in silence for a few moments longer to catch your breath and so they could calm themselves down. It felt like hours passed in the small office, staring between your legs and drowning in a scent so powerful that it pushed all their rationality aside.

“How do you feel?” Harper finally asked once they were no longer comfortable with the silence.

You sat up slowly. “Better.”

They removed their gloves. “And your heat?”

You paused, seeming to take account of yourself before answering. “I feel like it's calmed down.”

“Then I believe we can say the treatment was a success.” They rolled back in their chair to the computer, wiggling the mouse and typing something into your file. “Unfortunately, this form of treatment is only temporary. I would like to see you again next week to continue it.”

My omega.

“Really?”

“It's best for your health, since suppressants don't work to control your heat. As I said, this method is much older, but it appears to be effective at the moment.”

You seemed to turn their recommendation over in your head a few times before nodding in agreement. “I understand.”

“If we find an alternative method that proves to be more efficient, we can switch to that later.”

Not that they would be looking for one.

“Whatever you think is best, since suppressants aren't working.”

Although, maybe they would if you bothered to take them in the first place.

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