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George missed Max, deeply. The, slightly, older man was currently off doing a race — he wasn’t sure what destination this weekend was, but he did know that it was the last one before there was a small break; soon enough Max would be back home to him.
They were only 18 and 19, still so young and unaware of the world — Max hadn’t been in formula 1 for long, but he had been doing well for himself already; George wished he could be driving alongside him. Unfortunately, there was a large prejudice against omegas in formula 1. Especially omegas that had gotten pregnant.
George knew it was stupid that he hadn’t aborted the baby, he had lost a chance at a career in formula 1, but he had still been 17 when he had fallen pregnant — and, his parents therefore had a say in his body and what he did with it.
He hated that law with a passion, his dad refused to let him abort the baby, telling him that it had been his own fault that he had been such a whore during his heat. And now, his career was over — nobody wanted a used omega on their team, they preferred them unmated. unmarked.
Max had promised that he would care for George, provide him with everything he needed — though, George knew that he was ashamed towards his part in destroying George’s life. After all, George had sobbed in his arms for days when Nico had told him he would never sign the legal forms for him to have an abortion; he had been too scared to ask Lewis.
Since then, George had practically been Max’s WAG, following him to races until it was physically impossible — Max hadn’t left his side once, being the amazing doting boyfriend that George had always loved.
Eventually, the two of them had a beautiful baby girl that they named Payton, George loved her deeply. He was glad that he hadn’t had the abortion, otherwise he wouldn’t have been graced with his adorable daughter. Though, both he and Max were rather inexperienced — after all, they were still teenagers.
And, they weren’t even married yet. Though, Max had proposed to George half way through the pregnancy, promising to stay by his side forever — and potentially give the omega more pups. George wasn’t against that.. he did enjoy how extra caring Max would get while he was carrying their pup.
“She won’t stop crying, and she has a fever, and I — I don’t know what to do!” George was weeping down the phone, exhausted and hysterical. Payton had been sick for almost three days now, and he didn’t know what to do, what if she was dying?
“Baby, I’m sure she’s okay, babies get sick all the time. Maybe she’s just fussy? I’m sure she is okay Schat, have you spoken to Nico about this? Maybe he can help doll.”
George just whined in response, he already knew that Nico would berate him for being underprepared — would tell him he should have learnt how to deal with a sick baby, just like he had had to. He didn’t want to deal with being told off right now, not when his baby could be deathly ill.
“Okay, okay.. shouldn’t speak about Nico. Hm, want me to call my mother and sister baby? That have practice with this, I’m sure they can help you.”
“No. I need to be a good omega and know how to do it myself.” George huffed, the innate need within him to look after his pup flaring — he didn’t want anyone to come near his baby, not even if he knew they were just there to help and care for both of them.
“Baby you need the he—” Max was cut off by a low growl from George — something he had never heard the omega do since they had gotten together. George was clearly slipping further into his omega responses; Max wouldn’t be surprised if he slowly went feral, the stress of having a baby making him anxious and needy.
Max wished so badly that he could be with his omega to help calm him, he hated hearing the whines and whimpers from his fiancé — and hated even more hearing the soft growls leaving his throat every so often. He felt a little bit apprehensive about asking his mum and sister to go over there, what if George lashed out at them?
“Baby, what if I tell them to wear some of my clothes, so that you can smell my scent?” George chewed on his bottom lip, he wasn’t sure — he didn’t want anyone to touch Payton, she was his baby — his pup — not theirs. He had to be the one to hold her, care for her, nobody else was allowed to.
“No.”
“Schatje.” Max sighed softly, unsure how to help his partner — he hated that he was off in a hotel in a whole other country whilst his omega was stuck in an apartment alone with a sick baby. He wasn’t sure what to do anymore, and he hated the lack of control. He was meant to be in control of everything, yet here he was. Useless.
“Go, you have things to do Alpha, I don’t want to keep you.” Max hated when George called him Alpha, it made him feel like his dad, he wasn’t sure why. He had always preferred when George called him Schatz. Not that Max knew what it meant, but it was close enough to Dutch that he assumed it meant the same.
“Baby.” George ended the call before Max could say anything else, he had to make a nest, a good one — he didn’t want his alpha to disappointed with him when he got back home. He had to be a good, perfect, omega. He had to be what max wanted — otherwise maybe he would leave him for a better, more put together, omega.
Meanwhile, Max groaned softly when the call ended — his concern for George amplifying. He hated that his omega was so down, probably suffering through postpartum depression. Digging his fangs into his bottom lip, Max decided to call his mother.
“Mama.” Max spoke as soon as the phone clicked, his mother on the other line — he couldn’t hide the worry from his voice, he didn’t want to either. He wanted his mothers help as soon as possible, he couldn’t bare to think of his omega all alone and potentially falling into an omega drop.
“Max? What is wrong my love?” Max wasn’t sure how to put it into words, his nerves making him feel all sweaty and close to rut — but he fought it off, keeping his mum on call but switching to their text messages.
George was pacing the bedroom, his chest heaving — he felt hot and sweaty and he didn’t like it, he could feel a pain pooling in his gut. He knew that it meant his heat was near, which it shouldn’t be — it was probably due to stress. It wasn’t shocking, but he still hated the feeling.
Payton woke up from her slight nap, it couldn’t really be called a nap seeing as it had barely even been ten minutes, screaming and crying loudly — a pounding headache forming behind George’s eyes. He was so fucking tired, and just wanted his alpha back.
“Shh. Sh. Payton.. please, please, you’re okay.. it’s okay.. you’ll be alright.. I’m here.. sh.” George just repeated his words over and over, tears streaming down his face — his strong emotions probably wasn’t helping Payton feel much better.
“Shhhh please I want to sleep.. I want to.” George whined softly, his inner omega feeling pain from how pathetically he was looking after his pup. He was a bad omega, he should be able to figure out what is wrong with his pup and let her get better.
He didn’t know what to do, maybe his dad could help.. though, he hadn’t been very useful as of late — expecting George to know everything, even at only eighteen. He felt so useless, his dad wasn’t wrong after all, he should have put more effort into learning how to look after a child. He had had nine months to do so after all.
And, he had instead spent that time galavanting about with the father of his child, going on trips to other countries and spending his Alpha’s money — not that Max had much to his name just yet, though now he was in formula one his wages were much much better, so George didn’t need to feel too guilty.
George curled up on the floor of the bedroom, hiccuping and sobbing — he felt hurt by his dad's words, he wasn't sure what to do. What happened if he killed his pup? He would be sure to be sent away for being a bad omega, Nico had always told him that is what happened when omegas couldn't take care of their pups.
He didn't want to end up like that, he had to be a good omega so that Max would stay with him. So that Max would keep him as his mate.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, George felt dread run through his veins — who was at the door? Had Max already realised he was a bad omega and called people to come and take him away? Or were they coming to take his baby away? No, he wouldn't let them.
Whilst George was panicking, Sophie and Victoria were knocking on the front door, when there was no response from inside — other than the crying of a baby — they decided to start looking for a spare key. Which they found under the doormat, of course that was where Max would keep it. He hadn't changed much.
Cautiously, the two of them made their way into the apartment, it smelt strongly of omega in heat — but not in the pleasant way, instead it was beginning to smell like pain, and something more close to a rotting carcass. That's what an omega smelt like when in a stressed induced heat without their alpha, it was a horrific smell — one that left the two of them gagging.
"Victoria, I want you to grab the baby, no matter what George tries to do to me, take the baby and wait in the car." Victoria looked at her mother with a tense expression, she didn't like what could happen to her — but, she wouldn't blame George for what he might do either, seeing as he had clearly become feral. The two of them could tell just from the strong scent that lingered on their clothes.
Sophie pushed the door open, stepping in first — the room stank, sweat, sick and piss clinging to the atmosphere. Neither was sure who the piss or sick belonged to, seeing as if George was deep into an omega drop, there was a chance he had 'scented' his nest in order to keep other omegas away.
It was a disgusting smell, Victoria having to clamp a hand over her mouth as she slowly made her way over to the crib — though, she was met with a sorry sight. George was slumped by the side of the crib, growling softly. His eyes were wide, wild, and his hair was matted to his forehead with sweat.
"Georgie? It's Victoria, I'm just here to look after Payton.." as soon as she said her nieces name, George practically lunged at her — her mother softly pushing her out of the way in order to get the brunt of George's attack.
George thrashed about, Sophie having to put her arms up in order to protect herself, she hated seeing her son-in-law like this — he wasn’t himself and it was terrifying, she just wanted to hold him and let him know that everything would be better.
As Victoria grabbed Payton and dashed out of the room, George began to growl lowly at Sophie — his teeth bared, ready to bite. Sophie wouldn’t get angry with him if he did bite her, not when he couldn’t control his behaviour.
“Georgie.. it’s okay, I know you are scared and worried for you pup, but we are here to look after you. I promise honey.” George just growled in response, Sophie hoped that he hadn’t gone fully feral, otherwise there was a chance that they couldn’t get him back from this — a chance he was going to be stuck as a violent creature for the rest of his life.
“You alpha will be back soon, I’m going to take you to his childhood home. You will be able to smell him better there, okay?” At the mention of his alpha, George calmed slightly, his growls softening somewhat — though he still looked tense, with his shoulders hooked up close to his neck.
“Hm. I come with you.. and.. I get my alpha’s scent?” George’s eyes were still glassy, and his words were a little bit slurred — clearly too far into an omega drop to come out of it just yet, though his scent was beginning to sweeten a little, a sign that although he was still in heat it was becoming a little less painful for him.
Sophie carefully helped him up, a whiff of piss hitting her nose as he stood up on shaky legs — his grey sweatpants were wet at the crotch. Usually, an omega would spray its piss, so there was a chance that instead of scenting the room George had instead simply been too deep in protective mode to even think about his bowels.
“Oh dear, we need to change your clothes sweetheart.” George whined, he did not want to take them off, they belonged to Max — he didn’t even care about the uncomfortable wetness surrounding his legs, or the stench that emitted from him. He just wanted to stay in these clothes.
“No.”
“No?”
“They are my alpha’s. I am keeping them on, touch me and I bite you.” Sophie sighed, she decided trying to get him changed was a lost cause; she tried not to crinkle her nose up too much in disgust. Though, it was a horrible smell to have in such close proximity.
Carefully, she brushed past him into the bathroom to grab a clean towel — very glad that George hadn’t sodden any of those with his piss. Though, they probably wouldn’t do much to shield her car seats from the pure dampness of George’s body, some coverage was better than none.
“Okay, let’s go now..” Sophie grabbed a pre packed baby bag on the way out of the bedroom — she knew it was there as Max had told her a few months ago that George kept one on hand, just incase.
Right.. Max.. she would have to tell her son about the state that his fiancé was currently in — about how it might be better for him to get someone else to drive for him in the race today, as the longer George went with his alpha, the more likely it was for him to remain feral forever.
Eventually, the four of them arrived at Sophie’s house — Victoria headed in first, so as to make sure Sophie could distract George enough that he wouldn’t focus on the fact that he didn’t have his pup in his arms. They both knew that that would probably cause a further lash out, which they really didn’t want.
“Come on George, we are going to take you to your alpha’s room. He will be home soon as well, I promise honey.” George followed the older woman with little hesitation, desperate to get into a room that was just full of his alpha’s scent — as soon as he stepped into the bedroom, it felt intoxicating.
Whining, he nuzzled his nose against the bedsheets, directly inhaling whatever scent had been left behind the last time Max was here — it was delicious, and it caused heat to pool in George’s gut, all he wanted was for his Alpha to bend him over and fuck him.
He needed it so badly, needed his alpha to knot him, pound into him so hard that he couldn’t walk for a week straight — breed him, again, even though he had only just had his baby not too long ago.
It was the only thing he could think of as he began to hump one of the pillows — said pillow beginning to dampen due to his piss soaked sweatpants. He didn’t care though, he just wanted to imagine it being his alpha — his thick thighs underneath him as he came just from his alpha’s words.
“Alpha.. Alpha..” George panted softly, whining and moaning as he rocked his hips faster luckily, for his dignity, Sophie had left as soon as he had stuck his face into the bedsheet. Slowly, George brought a finger to his hole, imagining it to be Max’s.
It didn’t take him long to spill everywhere, his slick mixing with the piss on his pants, just making everything wetter — it was beginning to feel grosser, he didn’t like it as much now.. he hadn’t realised how wet he was, it was embarrassing — had he pissed himself? He hadn’t remembered doing that.
Aimlessly, he searched around for his phone, he needed to hear Max’s voice. He didn’t want to be alone, he wanted Max, his alpha — his soon to be husband. He whined softly when he struggled to find his phone, though his hips continued to rock against the pillow, the slick seeping further through his sweatpants onto the pillow.
Finally, he found the phone, his fingers grasping around it as he sloppily typed his password in — clicking onto Max’s contact and pressing the call button almost instantly. The call went through after two rings, but Max was a little staticky on the other side.
“Baby? You okay? I am heading to the jet now, I got them to replace me in today’s race. My mum told me how bad it had gotten for you, I need to get home and see you schat.”
“Mmhh… alpha..” George whined softly, gripping his phone tighter as he continued to hump the pillow, his bladder ached, and he knew he was close to pissing himself again — but, he was too focused on trying to get himself to cum again.
“Baby.. I’ll be home soon, I promise. Are you humping a pillow Schatje? Are you wet already schat?” The omega moaned in response, jumping the pillow faster as his bladder gave in on itself, piss leaking down his legs and even more through his sweatpants — dampening the bed further.
“Mmh…. Alpha.. need you. Alpha, I want to piss in your mouth daddy..” a sharp intake was heard from Max’s side of the phone — clearly George’s words had turned him on, heavily.
“Yeah? You gonna let me taste your juices baby?” A soft growl left Max’s lips, clearly the thought of guzzling down any of the liquids that left George’s body was a rather enticing thing — it made George whine louder, all he wanted was for Max to knot him.
Sophie slipped into the bedroom, it stank. Piss was the only smell that hit her nose, it was a vile scent but she couldn’t exactly get mad at George — he seemed to currently be able to appropriately control his bladder right now.
“Georgie.. I want you to have a bath dear, you must be so dirty, looking after your pup for so long by yourself and having no focus on yourself.” Sophie spoke softly, her tone light, wanting to keep George as calm as possible — it seemed to be working, as George paused him humping for a moment. Then, he nodded.
She was so glad that he hadn’t lashed out at her, and that it seemed that it was going to be moderately easy to get him into the bath. Carefully, she hoisted him up by the armpits and practically carried him into the bathroom — not wanting too much of his piss to get over the bedroom floor as the flow from his body seemed to be endless.
“You’re rather messy honey.” Sophie smiled softly, shaking her head at the poor omega — he was always so in control, always so put together, and clean, that it was almost humorous to see him like this. Though, it was also rather upsetting seeing as he looked so tired and pale.
“Am I a good omega mama?” Sophie froze, George had never called her mama before, it felt like a shock to her system — of course, she loved the teenager like he was her son, but it was strange to actually have him refer to her as his mother. Her heart clenched, tears brimming in her eyes at the warmth she felt.
“Yes, you’re a good omega darling.” She turned the bath taps on, placing George softly onto the toilet seat while they waited; carefully taking his sodden clothes off of his body and putting them into the wash basket. She would have to clean those clothes by themselves, which was fine.
“Good.. good. Hm… can— can you help me clean myself mama?” Sophie stepped closer to George, slowly running a hand through his hair with a soft smile on her face.
“Of course I can honey. You don’t have to ask, I was planning to help anyways.” George smiled up at her, leaning against her side; further into her hand so that he could have more skin to skin contact with the other woman.
“Okay. In the bath you get.” She turned the taps off, helping George into the bath and kneeling by the side like she used to when Max was little — well, in her eyes both men were still little, I mean George had only just become a legal adult this year. He was still a baby to her, a pup.
Which is why she hated so much how Nico treated him. George was still a pup, still learning about the world and how to get around in life — yet, Nico constantly berated him, called him a bad omega. Which, Sophie knew was not true. George was a good omega, and he always had been.
The two of them sat there a while longer, Sophie leaning forward to scrub George’s body, or hair, every so often. They were interrupted by the bathroom door creaking open, Max walking into the room — as soon as George smelt his alpha, he perked up instantly. It was like the scent brought an energy within George, made him feel more alive.
“Hi baby.” Max smiled softly, walking further into the room in order to kiss George softly on the lips, Sophie nodded at the boy, leaving the bathroom to give the couple space — as soon as his mother was gone, Max stripped naked and climbed into the bath tub.
He cupped George’s breast, kissing him on the lips softly — the omega instantly leant into the touch, moaning into his Alpha’s mouth, wanting more from his partner. He moved closer, deepening the kiss — trying to climb into Max’s lap.
“Alpha..” George whined softly, he should probably get out of the bath by now as he had been sat there long enough to have gotten wrinkly, but he didn’t want to stop kissing his alpha.
“You going to get out of the bath so I can drink your piss doll?” George whined louder, his hands gripping at Max’s shoulders, he wanted Max to taste him so badly — wanted his alpha to be covered in his piss, so that he would smell like him.
“I wanna piss on you.. so— so we should stay in the bath.. don’t wanna make a mess of the floor..” max chuckled softly, patting George’s hip.
“Go on then, stand up and piss on me baby.” George shivered softly, standing up slowly, staring down at his fiancé — he could feel the slick dripping down his thighs as his feet remained in the bath water, which was now rather chilly.
“Open your mouth please alpha.. wanna get some in your mouth daddy..” Max put a hand on George’s hip, eagerly opening his mouth — so willing to listen to what the omega was saying if it meant that he could taste his sweet urine. They hadn’t done this before — though, Max had pissed inside of George multiple times, so it wasn’t like they hadn’t played around with piss before.
“Of course baby, anything for you my pretty little omega.” George just shivered again, his bladder aching slightly — a sign he needed to piss again. He wasn’t sure how he had so much piss in his body, but he was ready to cover his partner in his liquids — maybe some slick would mix in with it.
Max continued to rub George’s hip, mouth open and waiting — George finally let go, piss pouring out of him and onto Max, some hitting the alpha’s lip, whilst the rest covered his hair and chest. The piss seemed like an endless stream, costing Max in his omega’s scent — the alpha lapping up the piss, cherishing the taste of it.
“So tasty omega, so tasty.” Max purred, leaning forward to catch more piss in his mouth, guzzling it down with no shame — George blushing softly in response, his cheeks turning a deep red in shade as his alpha had no embarrassment towards drinking his omega’s urine.
George was so glad he was finally home, especially as he knew they would probably spend most of the evening in bed — combatting George’s heat, and looking after their pup.