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Taylor Swift has only dated Betas her whole life.
It was a well-known fact, actually. And let’s be honest - it’s not like there are many Alphas in the artistic space to begin with.
And she was fine with that. For the most part. She definitely understood that it was for the best. That it was the safest option. The decision to start using suppressant at 16, before she even presented, was an easy one. She didn’t want any heat nonsense messing up her career. And then, well, it never seemed like the right time to stop taking them. She’d gotten used to this life and really, she didn’t think that she was missing out on anything. After her last break-up she’d given up on love anyway.
She wasn’t an Omega. It had been decided.
And so, she started the Eras tour with this positive, if a little bit delusional, mindset. But 40 shows later, and after so many back-and-forth time zone changes, she did something uncharacteristic of her and forgot to take her suppressants. For the first time. In her life. She had realized this only after coming back to her hotel room and taking a look at her nightstand, where the unopened pill bottle laid.
Pure panic - that was the first symptom she felt, or was it a symptom? Maybe she was just making the whole thing up in her head, and she was, of course she was, a Beta, and there was nothing happening to her, well, but on second thought, she definitely did feel weird this whole day, didn’t she? Like, her body felt more tingly than usual, didn’t it? And she kept, she kept having this weird feeling in her lower abdomen, an emptiness, that wasn’t there previously, and she was feeling a little feverish, now that she thought of it, yeah, she was burning up, and she needed to do something about it. Now.
She had no idea what to do, though - just that she needed to do it quickly. Quickly.
Operating on pure instinct, she unlocked her phone and opened her Instagram DMs, scrolling until she saw the first blue checkmark (if they are a public person, they cannot kill you, right?) and clicked on it.
“Hey, just saw your show. Wow. You did amazing. Seeing you up there was just electric. It’s a shame your people told me I wasn’t allowed to see you though” from someone called Travis Kelce. She vaguely remembered who that was, so she clicked on his profile to refresh her memory.
But then her brain stopped working. Fuck. This man was so big, so muscular, so… Alpha. Suddenly, she was not only feverish, but wet. Had she ever been this wet?
And then, as if her hands had a mind of their own, she typed: “Come meet me now. InterContinental Hotel. Room 313.”, hit send, and threw her phone on her bed.
Oh my God. She began pacing back and forth around her room. What the fuck did I just do?
Is he going to think that I’m asking him to come here and have sex with me?
Wait.
Do I want him to come here and have sex with me?
Before she could answer that question, she heard a notification sound, which immediately made her heart rate go up and her stomach tighten. She approached the bed slowly and turned her phone around so that the screen was facing up.
“On my way,” read the message at the top.
Now she was truly panicking. She did have sex before, obviously. But it was just regular Beta sex, where nothing unexpected happened. She had even enjoyed it, but it was safe, predictable. She didn’t know if she was ready to have sex with an Alpha.
Maybe… maybe he’s not an Alpha, she thought. Maybe he’s just a Beta. She didn’t add “like me”, even though she might as well have, if she was already lying to herself.
The only thing she could think of that might calm her down was masturbating. Although, it could very well make things even worse. She was already so hazy and shaky.
I know, she thought, I’ll try to write some music.
She reached for her notebook, which was beside her pills on the bedside table. She gave her pills a hateful look and began writing.
“...I keep recalling things we never did,
your teeth grazing on my neck,
but you haven’t touched me yet…”
Well, this could be a first draft, she thought, and put her notebook back.
She felt a bit calmer. She would just go through with it and get through it. She’s 33, for God's sake.
But then there was a gentle knock at her door.
She felt her heart once again start beating fast in her chest. Faster than it had in a long time, maybe ever. Her stomach was at her throat as she opened the door.
The first thing she noticed was just how much taller he was than her. Travis in the flesh was even bigger than he seemed in his pictures. The doorframe couldn’t contain him.
“Hi, I’m surprised you actually came.” Taylor said, trying to sound normal.
“You asked,” Travis answered, his voice deep.
“Well, please come in.” Taylor said, stepping aside, “Would you like something to drink?” she continued, feeling suddenly like she didn’t know what to do with her hands, where to place them.
“No, thank you,” He said, his eyes fixated on her.
“So,” she said, feeling flustered, “should we?”
“Maybe we should discuss it first?” he said sternly.
“Discuss what?” Taylor asked innocently.
“The fact that you haven’t been claimed yet,” Travis replied calmly.
“What?”
“You haven’t been claimed yet. The only thing I can smell on you is your precious, sweet, intoxicating scent. No Alpha has ever claimed you.” He hesitated, but continued, “Which means no Alpha has ever fucked you.”
Those words scared Taylor - spoken so openly, even though they were true. Though it also seemed like they held a promise. An invitation.
“Do you know,” asked Travis after a pause, “what to expect?”
“Y-yes, of course,” she lied.
“And you want it?” he asked, barely containing himself.
“Yes.” she said, more sure this time.
And with that decision, as soon as the last word left her mouth, she started feeling her aching body once more. In the minute they were talking, it seemed she has become ever more embarrassingly wet. Her whole body was shaking with need and she could feel the burning tension pulsating under her skin. But that's not where her main focus was.
He was her main focus from now on. And pleasing him - her new purpose.
She looked up at him as he stepped closer, towering over her. He delicately touched her jaw and looked her in the eyes for a moment. Whatever it was between them, he was feeling it too. She could see the hunger in his eyes.
But he didn’t kiss her.
Instead, his hand moved her jaw to the right, exposing her neck. She felt the rush of pleasure and anticipation flow through her, reaching her core, and she whimpered.
That seemed to put him in a frenzy. He leaned over her quickly and his lips parted above her neck. But as soon as his teeth reached her nape, it was as though he regained control of himself again. And then he just gently scratched her skin and began kissing it, sucking, his tongue making her pulse quicken.
She could hear his guttural sounds of pleasure, made louder and wilder by her soft cries. Her body was on fire, and when she felt like she couldn’t bear it any longer, his teeth finally made a mark on her neck - biting her hard - and somehow resulting in even more desire throbbing inside her. The small pain making the pleasure of new kisses bruising her nape that much sweeter.
She didn’t know when or even if she had started coming, but soon her knees couldn’t hold her anymore, and Travis, so in tune with her, stopped kissing her, lifted her off her feet and placed her delicately on the bed.
He looked down at her, eyes dark and possessive.
“If you want me to stop, you have to tell me now.”
“But,” she hesitated, “we haven’t started yet.”
That made him smile.
“No, we haven’t,” he said, “I will have to make you ready for me before we can start.” he added, which made Taylor blush. “Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she replied, maybe too quickly, too eagerly.
“Yes?” Travis said with a sly smile.
“Yes. Please,” said Taylor, looking him directly in the eyes.
“Fuck, Taylor, you…” he didn’t finish - just started taking her clothes off, only slowing once she was wearing nothing but her underwear.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, and began kissing her thighs. Taylor shivered from both the praise and the sensation.
“perfect, and-” he said, licking the place where her legs met her panties.
“Mine.” he said, biting her upper thigh.
She whimpered impatiently, suddenly feeling so empty. She was so fucking horny she couldn’t even find a metaphor for it. She just needed to be fucked right now. By him. By her Alpha.
That’s when he finally took off her underwear, and started slowly circling her clit with his thumb, making her scream, squirm, and spasm beneath him.
Then, without any warning, he put his middle and index finger inside her, and as he started hooking them she could already feel her muscles pulsating.
The sensation so warm, and mind-numbing, and deep. But not deep enough.
“P-Please,” she whispered, already begging for it.
He groaned and took his pants off. And that’s when she saw it.
Not the cock, well, not only the cock, but the knot. There, at the base of him. So fucking big.
“Could you turn around for me?” he asked, and when she started to move, added, “And get on your hands and knees?”
“Okay” she replied. Happy to accommodate him - to take him how he liked it.
“Well, maybe on your elbows and knees would be best,” he said raggedly.
She adjusted herself, feeling the anticipation pounding.
“Good girl.” he said, and even just those words made Taylor hot with desire.
Slowly, he pushed the tip of his cock against her slit, filling her, touching every nerve ending on the way. Taking his time.
And when he was finally inside her, Taylor’s back was already arched and she was struggling to catch her breath.
“So good for me,” he said, as he started thrusting, “Taking me so well.”
Her mind went blank.
She was no longer her, she was his.
And all she wanted was to be his favorite and for this moment - this feeling - to never stop, never pass.
Pure dizzying bliss was spreading through her, blood rushing in her head, heart thumping in her chest. Her face was numb and she started to lose feeling in her fingers, even though they were grabbing fistfuls of her bedsheets.
All she could feel and concentrate on was his huge, throbbing cock inside her. Pushing into her as she barely held on.
So full. So deep. So good.
Soon, she was coming, tightening and fluttering around him, no longer whimpering, but moaning deeply and crying out.
And that’s when his knot started swelling inside her, filling her once again, but the sensation was new, different, and white hot. Hitting in just the right spot, making her convulse in ecstasy, the waves of her orgasm not stopping. Her whole body burning up.
“Fuck”
She wasn’t even sure if she said it or if Travis did. The pleasure making her head spin. It was a pleasure she’d never felt in her life. The way the time stopped, the way the warmth, desire and bliss were pulsating through her body.
The way they fit together so perfectly.
Yeah, she was definitely writing a song about this.