Percival Graves does not see himself as a common wizard. He makes enormous efforts to keep his hair done just so, his clothes looking sharp, and his brain working at maximum capacity. His prestigious awards and honors are constant reminders of what a bit of hard work and a hint of pride can do for someone.
He runs his office the same way he runs his life. Precision, dedication, and perseverance. He holds his staff to his strict way of things, and in doing so, his entire office benefits from being utterly and uncommonly esteemed.
So while out for his regular, morning walk, he's completely stunned when he's suddenly hit with the overwhelmingly sweet smell of an Omega in heat. It's not that the smell of an Omega is shocking, as much as the fact that he's hit by it so completely. He's dealt with Omegas in heat before, but he has always been able to avoid awkward situations with them. But this—this is different.
He's suddenly realizing that he's veered off his typical rout, and is now heading down a street that he's never been down before. In the back of his mind, he's aware he should fight this. The animalistic urge to quench an Omega's thirst, is something that Wizards have had potions to sedate for several centuries now. But the smell is so wonderful, and he can feel his throat growing dry and his cock growing hard as he continues following the smell.
He finds himself at the edge of the North Wood in Central Park when he suddenly realizes he's not the only Alpha who's been drawn to the smell. A small queue has formed, leading into the woods where presumably his prize is waiting for him. He bypasses the waiting line, a few growls and snarls catching his ear, but he doesn't stop.
He's not far into the wood when he sees three Alphas standing around a large tree, looking up into the winter bare branches.
"Come on down, Omega!" One shouts in a deep voice. "You've been in heat for hours, you know you want it."
The young Omega, who can't be more than 20, mewls, stretching his body along the large branch in a clear want to present. But he doesn't come down.
"Look, just climb on down, and we'll make sure you get a nice, fat, Alpha cock straight away." Another Alpha bellows.
It takes Graves a long moment to figure out why the Alphas aren't simply climbing the tree to reach the fragrant little Omega. The tree is surrounded by a ring of fire. Something a No-Maj would normally be frightfully aware of, but thanks to the animalistic need to fuck that Omega, they've all seemed to not notice how odd it is.
He shakes his head. He's not aware of whom the Omega is, probably No-Maj born with no idea how he can do the things he can. Typically the Wizarding world was pretty good at getting a hold of No-Maj borns, but it wasn't unheard of for a young witch or wizard to grow up into adulthood before finally being discovered by MACUSA.
The Omega moans loudly, stretching his body again in an attempt to both present and keep himself from presenting. Graves grins, waves his wand and creates a large magical barrier around the alphas and the burning tree. He doesn't wait around to see how the Alphas react, he simply walks through his barrier and the ring of fire; the flames tickling as he passes.
He levitates up to the branch where the Omega is panting, his ass pushing longingly into the air.
"There there, boy;" Graves says calmly, "you're not in any danger with me."
The Omega moans again, wiggling his ass and staring at Graves with pained eyes. He's definitely young, but up close, Graves actually think he looks a little older. His eyes are sunken and his skin is pale; stretched taunt against his bones. His hair is black, but dull and brittle as if he's not been given proper hydration. But despite the sickly state of him, the boy is quite attractive. And no, he can't tell if that's his honest opinion or just the Omega heat driving him insane.
"Why don't you grab onto my arm, my boy? I'll get you out of here and we'll see what we can do about this miserable heat." His voice is eager but steady as he holds his arm out to the wiggling boy.
The Omega hums, biting his bottom lip and looking at Graves as if trying to gage whether he's trust worthy or not. But his heat gets the best of him in the end, because he quickly takes the offered arm and with a crack, they disapparate.
Graves is careful to land them straight into his bedroom. The less time they waste, the better. The boy groans again, Graves assumes partly due to the disorientation that comes with disapparation, but mostly due to his growing desperation. The boy is practically saturated with the sweet smell of Omega heat, and it's almost all he can do to not throw the boy down and fuck him thoroughly right then and there.
The Omega sits up on the bed, shoving his face down into the soft mattress while keeping his ass straight up; presenting beautifully now that the fear of falling is gone. Graves feels a growl low in his throat at the sight and he has to shake his head to clear it.
The boy is trembling, his eyes showing a hint of fear just beyond the uncontrollable lust, and Graves is not an unkind man. He may have never felt an Omega's heat this powerful before, but he's been near enough to know how to compose himself. He manages a smile that he hopes is comforting, and leans close.
"Don't be scared Omega." He says a little huskier than he'd meant to. "I'm not going to hurt you." He waves his wand, the boys' clothes disappearing with a swift flick of his wrist. The boy mews again, the pert little ass sticks further in the air at the feel of the cool breeze on his flushed skin, and Graves' breath gets caught in his throat at the sight.
The Omega is absolutely dripping wet, his tight little hole is visibly expanding and contracting around absolutely nothing, and the sweet smell overpowers the room in an instant. His skin is too tight across his bones, and much too pale, though fevered red in his heat. There are purple, blue and black bruises littered across his small frame, but he looks absolutely perfect.
Graves allows himself a touch; letting his hand caress gently over the heated skin from the back of his neck to the round temptation of his ass. His touch instantly heals and fades some of the uglier bruises and the Omega purrs in appreciation, the cool skin from the Alpha, calming the heated fever momentarily.
Graves watches as the boy turns himself over, grabbing his modest, yet still impressive cock and pumping himself as he stares back at Graves through lust filled brown orbs.
"Please…I'm…I'm so…" He groans again, his eyes rolling shut and his head flying back, exposing the supple flesh of his neck. And oh, that skin looks appetizing. Unlike the skin of his back, his neck is unbruised, untouched. It's unlikely that this is the boys first heat, but the lack of dominate marks on his neck let Graves know he's never been claimed; which is not to say he's never been fucked, though Graves can't figure why someone would fuck but not claim such a pretty little Omega.
"Shh shh" Graves coos, running a soothing hand along his forehead, pushing the Omega's hair out of his sweat soaked face. The boy whimpers at the touch; leaning in and sighing softly. Graves feels his cock give an approving twitch to how pliant the Omega is.
The smell is starting to make Graves dizzy. He's so close to the Omega and the boy is so far in heat that he's actually rather impressed with his own self control. He smoothes his hand back down the boys back, stopping at his round ass and pressing a finger into the absolutely soaking hole.
The moan the boy let's out is so loud that Graves actually casts a silencing and protection charm over the entire house before continuing. One finger is so easily taken, that he immediately adds a second. The Omega raises his currently unused hand to his mouth and bites down hard.
Graves grins, scissoring and wiggling his fingers in and out of the tight little hole as more slick juices drip out. The boy is huffing now, short and ragged, and Graves knows he's not far from his first orgasm. He slaps the boys pumping fist away from his angry cock; watches as the red head bounces against his stomach twice before spewing generous streams of cum over his chest.
The Omega groans, a happy little smile crossing his lips for just a moment before the heat lust is back. Graves knows he won't be satisfied until he has some nice soothing Alpha cum inside him, but there's no rush. He might as well enjoy the show while he can. He's certain that his own desires are going to take over any moment now, and he wants to make sure the beautiful little Omega is 100% ready for him when it does.
"Turn over for me, Omega. Show me that nice presentation." He says softly, still pushing two fingers in and out of his slick hole.
The Omega chokes on a sob before forcing himself to obey the order. And geeze, this boy is going to be the death of him. Obeying so easily and looking so fine while doing it. Graves growls in approval as the round ass sticks back up into the air, and he rewards the obedience with two fingers back into his hole.
The boy whines, shoving his head into the mattress and shoving back onto the fingers desperately. Graves knows it's not enough. His fingers aren't going to fix the burn deep in the Omegas gut, but he's not quite ready to shove anything else into the beautiful hole.
He undoes his trousers and shoves his pants down, freeing his cock, which is already engorged and throbbing with need. The Omega immediately stiffens, his head turning slightly to see the large Alpha cock, so close to him. He mewls at the sight and instinctively sticks his ass up, wiggling it tantalizingly in the air, begging the cock to take it.
Graves has had just about enough of this ridiculous self control. He stands up from his kneeling position, lines himself up to that welcomingly slick hole, and shoves in just past the bump of the head. The Omega moans, letting his body go limp except for the overworking muscles of his hole which were currently trying to pull Graves in deeper.
Graves growls in appreciation, but holds himself back from pushing further.
"You like that, Omega?" He keens softly. The Omega groans, nodding his head enthusiastically.
"Say it, out loud." Graves says gently, pushing too slowly into the heat of the beautiful boy, for either of their liking.
The Omega sobs in frustration, shoving his hips back and trying to absorb that Alpha cock into him. But Graves is too quick for him. With every shove, every movement, he pulls back; keeping his cock at the same, completely unhelpful depth.
"Be a good Omega. Do as you're told." He says teasingly, still moving much too slow.
The Omega gives a desperate squeeze, trying to entice his Alpha to fuck him properly without having to say anything, but it's just no use. He gathers himself as best he can, and opens his mouth to respond. A loud moan escapes before the squeaky sound of his voice comes forth, "Love it." It's almost a whisper, but Graves rewards the words with a deep shove forward, causing the Omega to jolt into the mattress.
"There's my good boy." And those words tingle all over the Omegas body, causing him to shiver. Graves feels it and grins, pumping smoothly in and out of the wet little hole now.
"You like being my good boy? My obedient little Omega?"
The boy groans at the words, nodding and gasping out little puffs of "Yes." and "immagoodboy."
Graves picks up speed at his words, and Merlin, he really is sopping wet. He reaches around, gripping the boys cock, and just as his skin touches the flushed shaft, the boy comes again, groaning and moaning into the mattress.
"Atta boy, you get it all out for your Alpha." He says, wrapping his hand more firmly around the Omega's cock. The boy sobs, into the mattress, the burn in his gut still not satisfied as he becomes increasingly turned on again.
"C'mere, turn around." Graves says, pulling out so the vocal whine of the Omega. But the boy obeys, turning back around to his back, and lying down spreading his legs beautifully.
"Please." The Omega pleads, tears sprouting to the corners of his eyes.
"Spread those cheeks for me." Graves says, and as the Omega obeys, he lines himself back up and presses inside, eliciting a contented moan from each of them.
The Omega, reaches for his cock again, but Graves smacks his hand away. "Ah ah ah. No touching." The boy whines, shoving his head back into the mattress, showing his neck skin again. And this time, Graves can't hold back. He growls; deep and primal, as he leans down, pressing his lips to the still fevered flesh.
The boy whimpers and then moans as Graves presses supple soft kisses along the sensitive skin. Graves has his cock trapped between their stomachs, friction keeping it happy while the large Alpha cock splits him in two. He chokes on another sob, as Graves pushes himself back up, picking up speed with his hips as he really goes for it.
He grips the boys hips, pulling him into him as he rams home, causing the Omega to mewl and howl in pleasure, his head thrusting from side to side as the Alpha begins to lose control. He dares not reach for his neglected cock, but as the thought flies through his mind, Alpha suddenly has his hand wrapped around it, pumping in time with his thrusts.
"Yesyesyes." The Omega chants softly, tears spilling from his eyes as he feels the bubble of his third orgasm approach.
"That's it, Omega." Graves hums as his own orgasm builds rapidly. "Be a good boy and show your Alpha how much you need him."
The boy groans, his body jerking sporadically as fresh hot strings of cum splatter over his stomach and chest. Graves growls as the tight little hold clamps down on him, the pressure pulling his orgasm from him violently.
The room fills with the sounds of panting, and soft kisses being pressed between puffs. The Omega purrs in delight as his fever breaks and sweet sweet relief floods his senses. Graves, stuck inside the Omega as he knotted, maneuvers so that he can lie down beside him, pressing soft kisses to his face, while running a finger along his sweaty skin.
"How on Earth has no one claimed you?" Graves asks, as his finger trails along the unmarked skin of the Omega's neck.
The boy shrugs, though he's pretty sure that only Beta's get claimed. Omegas are filthy, whorish sluts who hardly ever get claimed. But he's not about to say any of that. Not when he has a strong Alpha pressing soft kisses to him, and plugging him up so that none of his sweet Alpha milk will escape.
Graves smiles and shakes his head. He's a quite one, that's for sure. Though he's not sure he dislikes that. Most Omegas' he knows are ridiculous little self absorbed jerks. Being Omegas, they know that they're rare and that they could have anyone they want. Omegas that remain unmarked are actually known for being little teases, but he's pretty sure this one isn't. He thinks that perhaps No-Maj's raise Omegas differently, but he doesn't really devote time to the thought because he suddenly feels his knot go down, and he's able to slip out.
The Omega groans at the loss and Graves smiles again, nuzzling his nose in his Omega's hair. "How many times did you come?" He mumbles, the beginnings of drowsiness coming into his voice.
The Omega hesitates before he squeaks out his reply. "Three? Maybe four?"
Graves nods, a yawn tearing from his mouth as he does so. The Omega mimics the yawn and shivers in the afterglow, snuggling closer to the solid Alpha. "Do you need more?" Graves says, his voice obviously dripping with sleep.
Credence nods his head slowly. He's warm and comfortable and filled with Alpha come at the moment. "Sleep first?" He asks breathily. And the Alpha nods in response, his arms wrapping around the boy securely.
"Sleep first." Graves repeats, as they both drift into a calm sleep.