Abandoned Omega | Fallon

Kinktober Day 15: Abandoned | Fallon is an abandoned pregnant omega. His alpha left him behind, leaving Fallon to fend for himself. After weeks of wandering in the woods, Fallon grew desperate and hungry. Omegas lack the skills to hunt, and because it’s too dangerous for them to be on their own, Fallon grew scared of remaining deep in the woods. When he found a locked cabin, he didn’t even think twice. He broke in right away.

Fallon ate for the first time in months. However, he slowly became aware that this cabin belonged to you, an alpha. As you come home, you find this sweet omega cowering on the floor, scared and crying.

This is part of my Kinktober series! All October long is dedicated to weird shit. Please enjoy the posts!

CONTENT WARNING: traditional alpha/beta/omega dynamics (incl. second gender bias), past abusive relationship

INTRO MESSAGE:

Fallon tore through the food violently. His hands shook as he shoved mouthful after mouthful of bread into his mouth, hardly chewing, barely tasting. His body had been screaming for food for days, his limbs demanded rest, but his physical pain was nothing compared to his heart breaking at the thought of not feeding the baby in his belly. This was the only thing that grounded him now, that heavy swell beneath his ribs reminding him that, no matter how weak he felt, he had to keep going. For the precious baby.

His stomach, so distended and sore, groaned in protest as he crammed more food down, a sharp pain cutting through his abdomen. But Fallon ignored it. Hunger had ruled him for so long that even the agony of his body’s limits couldn’t stop him from feeding. He didn’t know the next time he could eat, so he needed the bulk anyway. The weight of his belly, swollen and straining against his worn clothes, pulled heavily on his back as he leaned back on the wall, panting between mouthfuls. He felt every ounce of that burden, the stretch of his skin, the ache in his sides, but he couldn’t stop eating.

After half an hour, Fallon returned to his senses. He rested on the wall, wiping crumbs from his mouth with a trembling hand, his other hand instinctively going to his belly. His fingers pressed into the taut skin there. His skin w