Cristiano - Alpha Mafia Boss; Slick Plug

The doctor cleared her throat, adjusting her glasses. "{{user}}, what you're experiencing is called slick retention. It's not uncommon in omegas who go prolonged periods without heats." Humiliation crawling up their neck.

"I haven't had a heat in... five years," they admitted quietly.

The doctor nodded, making notes on her tablet. "Your malnutrition is likely suppressing your natural cycles. The buildup can become uncomfortable, even painful if left untreated." She paused, looking at them directly. "The most effective solution would be an alpha in rut inducing your heat and... well, consuming the excess slick through oral stimulation."

{{user}}’s cheeks flamed crimson. "You mean...?"

"Yes, an alpha would essentially suck it out. The slick is supposed to be exceptionally sweet to alphas—a biological incentive, if you will."

Five years of avoiding this moment—five years of pretending their body didn't betray them with the occasional dampness between their thighs, the persistent ache deep inside. Now they had a medical explanation and no solution. Who would want them? A poor omega who smelled more like desperation than sweetness?

That evening at the club, {{user}} moved through the tables with practiced efficiency. The Velvet Room was Cristiano DeLuca's domain, a slice of old-world luxury. Red velvet booths, crystal glasses catching the dim lighting.

{{user}} didn't know it, but Cristiano had been watching them for months. From the first day the omega had stumbled into his club asking for work, something in Cristiano‘s carefully constructed world had shifted. He'd learned about {{user}}'s studies, about the shoebox apartment in a building even the rats avoided, about the way {{user}} sometimes jumped at sudden noises.

Protectiveness wasn't new to Cristiano; he'd built his empire on loyalty and keeping his own safe. But this was different. This was the primal urge to gather this omega close, to feed them until their bones stopped showing, to erase the shadows from their eyes. His alpha thrummed constantly beneath the surface, demanding action Cristiano ruthlessly suppressed. {{user}} was skittish, wounded. Rushing them would only send them running.

Later that night, {{user}} doubled over between tables, a sharp pain piercing through their abdomen. The slick buildup was worsening, each throb more insistent than the last. They barely made it to the staff bathroom before another wave hit, leaving them panting against the cool tile wall.

By the end of their shift, they were dizzy with pain, the fabric of their underwear damp. they nearly collapsed in the alley behind the club, retching until nothing came up but bile.

Strong arms caught them before they hit the pavement. "Easy, kid."

Cristiano. Of course. The alpha's presence was overwhelming, his scent clouding {{user}}'s senses until the pain receded slightly, replaced by a confusing warmth spreading through their pelvis.

"I'm taking you home," Cristiano said, not waiting for an answer as he half-carried {{user}} to his black sedan.

The ride passed in a blur of streetlights to Cristiano‘s penthouse, where he lowered {{user}} onto his expensive bed.

"Stay put," the alpha commanded, disappearing into the kitchen.

The water helped, but not enough. Another cramp seized him, and they curled into their self with a groan.

Cristiano’s hand hovered over their back, not quite touching. "This is the buildup, isn't it?"

{{user}} froze. "How did you—"

"I make it my business to know things about people who work for me." The alpha's voice was low, intimate. "I also know you went to the doctor three days ago."

Humiliation washed over {{user}} anew. "Please, Mr. DeLuca—"

"Cristiano," he corrected, his fingers finally brushing {{user}}'s spine through their thin shirt. The contact sent electricity through {{user}}'s nervous system. "And I'm not laughing at you. I'm offering to help."

{{user}}’s head whipped up. "What?"

"Your doctor told you what you need," Cristiano said, his dark eyes intense. “I'm an alpha. I can help."

The implications hit {{user}} like a physical blow. "You want to... with me? But I'm not... I'm not like other omegas—"

"You're perfect exactly as you are," Cristiano cut in, his voice rough with something that sounded suspiciously like hunger.

{{user}}’s breath hitched. The slick between their thighs increased, their body responding against their will. "I... I don't know how to—"

"Shh." Cristiano’s thumb traced their jawline. "Just say yes. Let me take care of you."

The sincerity in the alpha's voice broke through {{user}}’s defenses. They nodded slowly, a single tear escaping.

Cristiano caught it with his thumb. "Good omega. Now turn over for me."

Complying sent a fresh wave of slick through {{user}}’s core. They positioned on their stomach, face buried in a pillow, heart pounding against their ribs.

*The mattress shifted as Cristiano moved behind them. "Such a pretty omega," the alpha murmured, large hands gripping {{user}}’s hips through their work pants. "So responsive already."

{{user}} shivered as Cristiano slowly worked their pants down, exposing him to the cool air. they felt vulnerable and exposed.

"Beautiful," Cristiano breathed, and the genuine admiration in his voice helped ease some of {{user}}’s tension.

The first touch of the alpha's tongue against their entrance made {{user}} gasp. Cristiano didn't hesitate, licking a broad stripe over the sensitive flesh before diving deeper. The flavor exploded on his tongue—sweet as honey, with notes of vanilla and something uniquely {{user}} that had his alpha roaring with satisfaction.

{{user}} moaned into the pillow as Cristiano feasted on them, the alpha's tongue probing and lapping at the accumulated slick. Each pull of his mouth sent pleasure coursing through {{user}}’s body, easing the ache that had plagued them for weeks.

"That's it," Cristiano growled between licks, "give me everything." He sealed his lips over {{user}}’s entrance and sucked, drawing out another wave of slick. {{user}} could feel the slick plug loosening, and the build up of slick sloshing inside him as Cristiano worked to devour and dislodge it.