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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki, Jared_Padalecki/Alona_Tal, Jared
      Padalecki/Adrianne_Palicki, Jared_Padalecki/Ty_Olsson
  Character:
      Jared_Padalecki, Jensen_Ackles, Alona_Tal, Adrianne_Palicki, Ty_Olsson
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Polyandry, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Loss_of
      Virginity, Arranged_Marriage, Forced_Marriage, Constitutionalized_Sexism,
      Mpreg, Bottom_Jared, Omega_Jared, Forced_adoption, This_Story_Is_Horrible
      And_I_Am_Sorry, Chastity_Device, Spanking
  Series:
      Part 3 of spn_poly_bingo_2017
  Collections:
      SPN_Poly_Bingo_2017
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-12 Words: 3397
****** Bridewealth ******
by hellhoundsprey
Summary
     In a society populated with only five percent of life-bearing omegas,
     everyone has to pay their price to keep said society alive.
     Square 0/24: "Free Space".
Notes
     A sad, horrible story. You know, the usual. I am sorry. Please please
     mind the tags/warnings.
     Alpha ladies have knotted dicks in this setting. Feel free to check
     this_info_graph_I_made_for_my_understanding_of_a/b/o_anatomy.
All Jared brings with him are the clothes he is wearing as of now, some more
paperwork, and his parents’ new number (scribbled onto a post-it, stuck to the
inside of his hoodie pocket)—everything else has been arranged and is waiting
for him.
The key to the house is so tiny but so important, his, now, his house. Once his
lawyer closed the door behind himself, all of it suddenly is real, it’s
happening, now, and Jared is overwhelmed.
His house. His to maintain. To live in. It came completely stocked, but with
time he’ll surely be able to make a change here and there. Swap out curtains,
get new towels. These kinds of things.
He isn’t inside the house the first time today but for the first time is here
by himself. Jared knows where which rooms are, nevertheless walks through all
of them. Mostly lingers in doorways but stands in the middle of the nursery,
still in disbelief that it is happening. He peels at baby bedsheets. They’ll
collect dust. He’ll have to wash them, maybe put them away until they’re
needed. He considers doing it right now, rip them off and stuff them in the
nearest drawer, but it is then that the house phone rings.
Almost stumbling over his feet on the dash downstairs, Jared’s mouth feels
carpet-dry.
“Padalecki.”
“Omega,” sighs the other end of the line. “Hi. Hey, baby, it’s me.”
Jared gets his second hand on the receiver, presses it harder against his ear.
He says, “Hi.”
“You’re already there? Everything okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. That’s great.”
“Yeah.” (Jared doesn’t know what else to say.)
A small pause before, “I’d like to come over now. Is that okay?”
Jared closes his eyes, huffs another, “Yeah.”
Jensen is charming; tall and polite. Jared hasn’t seen him out of a suit
before. Maybe Jensen came here straight from work. He smells like coffee and
cologne and something Jared has only been able to pick up ever since a few
weeks now.
Jensen tells him, “Thank you,” when he helps him out of his jacket, hangs it on
the coat rack.
Jared leads the way into the living room. He doesn’t know how to do this. The
room is suddenly too big, too small, with Jensen in it, alpha and curious eyes
and Jared can hear his heart pumping.
“Coffee? I mean, do you want coffee?”
“I’m good, thanks.” Jensen takes a seat on the sofa, eyes up to Jared and
patting the spot to his left.
Jared sits.
“It’s a nice place. I like it.” The alpha doesn’t look away from Jared’s mouth
as he speaks.
“They’re all the same. The omega houses, I mean,” and Jared could slap himself
the moment the words are out of his mouth.
Jensen chuckles all sweetly, says, “I wouldn’t know,” and reaches for Jared’s
hand, unclamps Jared’s fingers from the inside of his hoodie’s sleeve to curl
around Jensen’s hand instead.
“It’s, like, one company who is in charge of all of them. You can choose
between a few themes, but.” God, shut up, shut up. “Sorry. Sorry, I’m…”
Jensen squeezes Jared’s hand. “It’s okay to be nervous.” Jensen licks his lips,
chuckles again, and it grazes on sounding helpless. “I’m nervous as well. First
time for everything, am I right?”
Nervous—more like horrified. Out-of-his-mind anxious.
The bedroom is upstairs. How is Jared supposed to walk up the stairs right now?
He can’t even feel his legs.
Jared says, “Hm,” or nothing at all. It doesn’t matter either way.
His alpha promises, “You’ll be fine,” and, “Trust me,” and Jared doesn’t
remember how he does it but he nods eventually, shortly before Jensen leans in
to kiss him on the mouth.
They’re upstairs then, Jared placed on the bigger-than king sized bed like a
doll, uneven breath while Jensen draws the curtains shut. Jared can sense his
excitement all the way across the room. The alpha turns to face Jared, his
desire an obvious line in his slacks, eyes narrowed because the light is lower
now, dimmed to softness, so maybe Jared feels less mortified by what is
happening.
Jared draws his knees closer together.
Jared’s First hums, “How long’s it been?” and palms himself over his clothes,
is aware Jared is watching his every move and looks confident for it. Vulgar.
“Since your heat?”
Jared’s throat feels weak. “Two weeks,” he gets out, and with every step the
alpha closes in, he has to fight the urge to scoot backwards on the bed.
“Already? Not gonna lie, you still smell as if you’re on the very cusp of it.
So good.”
The alpha is at the foot of the bed now, towering over Jared and then leaning
down to snuffle along Jared’s temple, over his ear. Jared is holding his
breath.
“Perfect. You’re perfect, omega.”
Jensen kneels on the bed as they kiss again, longer now, harder, and Jared’s
mouth drops open on silent command so Jensen can lick around his tongue. It’s
weird, but not bad. It’s weirder when his alpha starts touching him, hugging
him close and rubbing over his back, shoulders, massages over his chest, feels
his ribs.
Things go jelly once Jensen strips him out of his hoodie. The tee comes halfway
off with it and Jared smells his own sweat now, his fear, and yeah, Jensen
flinches, but only to stare at him with even more intent afterwards.
Practically pins him. Jared sees his chest heaving under his crisp white
button-down.
Alpha hands clasp around Jared’s jaw—slide down his throat, easily circling it
(“eat more, you’ve gotta eat, baby, please”), huge and consuming in how those
fingers splay so wide they cover Jared’s chest.
“Baby.” Hitch of voice, quick blink. Smile as heavy as molasses. “Jared. You
smell that? That’s you.”
Jared nods for nothing in particular; all his world narrowed down to the green
of Jensen’s eyes and the tingle from where he pinches his nipples all the way
down to between his legs, back and front and no, he doesn’t want to feel like
that, it hurt so bad, will it hurt that bad again?
“It won’t hurt at all.”
(Jensen paid so much; most out of them all. Doesn’t say it but Jared knows it’s
because he’s getting the first scenting that way, the first knotting, the first
everything. Alpha, after all. And Jared knows he’s pedigree, exquisite. That
the offers for him were insane and that’s why he sold out so fast. Some only
ever get mated off months after coming off age. Jared should be lucky they
wanted him so bad.)
Jared wants to believe. He believes until it does hurt, maybe yelps or makes a
sound or something because his alpha hushes him then; doesn’t stop but doesn’t
make it worse than necessary.
It’s no use, he learns, to try muffling his cries once the knot comes into
play. Jensen holds him down, hand fisted hard into the scruff of Jared’s neck
to force total physical submission but it still hurts. Jared chokes the pillow
tight to his chest as his First rams in with knot and teeth and Jared keens,
once and screech-pitched, over the lowest of alpha growls.
Everything is different.
Jensen kisses him better during and after his knot has gone down, has a shower,
dresses. Jared, still on the bed, on his stomach, watches him tapping away on
his phone. Probably his beta. His profile said he’s been married for seven
years now.
A soft order of, “Rest,” a kiss to Jared’s head and a tug on the sheets to
cover up the cold slump of Jared’s shoulder. “I’ll try to be back as soon as
possible. We’re on a tight schedule, they need me.”
“Okay.”
“Alright.” The alpha smiles, smells sweetly different now that he took what’s
his of Jared, a bounce in his step and he’s handsome, he is, you should be
lucky, you should. “Take care.”
Jared cries in the shower, dresses in a pajama from the closet, has a bowl of
cereal in the living room while watching cartoons. Jensen comes back shortly
after seven PM. Jared hasn’t put away the used bowl yet, but Jensen doesn’t
scold him.
It doesn’t end. Over and over. Sore and sorer, but you don’t deny your alpha,
especially not your First, and Jared doesn’t know all that much yet—but that,
he knows.
Jensen is sweet. Calls him baby. Cradles him when he sobs, draws blood when he
bites but suckles the wounds until his spit nulled the pain. Jensen is happy.
His joy pours out of every one of his pores.
The radio on the bedside table reads three fifty-five and Jensen is out like a
light, with Jared’s hands learning the shape of his face. Handsome. The most
handsome of them all, maybe. Jared has only seen photos so far, so who knows.
The morning shower leaves a dull throb behind, warm too-warm slick weird. Jared
knows his body is asking for something, but he can’t. Not now; not for now. He
doesn’t feel like it at all.
His First kisses him on the corner of his mouth. “I’ll bring another coffee
machine next time. I don’t like this one.”
“Okay.” Jared eats his cereal, crossed ankles on the bar stool.
His alpha smears ointment on the bites, smears it in-around his ass, too. They
end up doing it again, on the couch this time, but Jensen doesn’t knot because
he has to be at the office in twenty, he says. Some of the mess spills on the
carpet. Jared spends the first twenty minutes of the anew solitude on his
knees, scrubbing anti-scent into the wool.
More showering. Unknown moments in, Jared realizes what he is doing, stops
scratching his arms, drops to the shower floor and rocks, cries. He calls his
mother, downstairs, and her voice is so soothing, so important and safe and she
says it’ll be alright, baby, it will get easier, you’re doing so good,
everything will be fine, promise.
“I wanna go home!”
“I know, baby, I know, but you gotta be strong now, okay? You can do this,
you’re so smart, you’re my big boy, aren’t you? C’mon, please stop crying…”
“I miss you! I miss Dad! I miss Megan! I miss the house, and the dogs, and the
school!”
His mom sounds on the verge of tears herself. “Jared,” she mutters, prayer-
like, over and over and over, loop, repeat, no way out. “Jared, you can do
this. You can do this. Things will be fine. I promise.”
Palicki—he remembers her last name better because it’s almost the same as
his—comes in at around two, frowns over the desperation and maybe the traces of
Jensen weighing down the atmosphere in the house. She asks him to air out the
living room, wants to go upstairs, so they do.
“Seriously?” she snaps. Jared startles with the aggression, ducks but she
doesn’t touch him (but wants to, he can tell). Growling, then. “Omega: next
time, change the sheets. This is disgusting.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Slightly smaller than Jensen, Palicki is not any less impressive—au contraire.
Hard to say if it comes from smelling another alpha on Jared, but she appears
pushy. Like she has to teach Jared a lesson.
“Kneel,” she says, pointing to the bare floor to her feet while pulling her
cock out of her pants.
Jared tries to do it as gracefully as he can to maybe appease her, but he is
hurting and scared, and she slaps him with her flat hand for it.
“Sorry, sorry…”
“Shut up.”
She makes him lick her, suck on her. “Eyes up to me,” and, “Good,” and,
“Strip.” She licks her mouth, eyes fixed on the ointment-slick wounds on
Jared’s neck.
Just like Jensen, she tells Jared to lie down on his stomach. Unlike Jensen,
she shoves her fingers inside him, groans at the sensations, maybe, while Jared
gasps. It’s like hanging off a hook.
“Not exactly dripping, are we?”
“S-sorry…”
“It’s okay. It’s okay, I’m taking care of it.” Palicki is softer now, mumbling
low, her pleasure spiking, pheromones palpable enough to drive goosebumps down
Jared’s spine.
She slaps his ass, only a light clap like she did with his face (or maybe
less).
“Stick your ass out. That’s it.”
Her breath is unexpected, and her mouth is so, so soft.
It gets good until she stops to mount him instead, and the pain is back.
Palicki doesn’t pinch the back of his neck, maybe that’s it, is why he can’t
quite unclench around her, and she’s moving hard fast. The bed frame makes the
softest complaints.
“Arch your back, arch your back, c’mon.” She’s grunting, reaching under him to
tweak his nipple and Jared practically rises from the bed, ass-first. A pleased
yip just before she slams her free hand down between his shoulder blades, her
fingers still working, pulling mean and sharp and Jared’s got tears in his
eyes.
The throbbing is persistent. She is gonna knot any moment now; it’s beginning
to swell. Jared panics, expects the pain, grabs underneath his own body to
clasp at his cock, gets a few good yanks before she notices, roars, lets his
chest go to pin his arm back up instead.
“Bad omega. Very fucking bad omega.”
Jared sobs.
Palicki slams home, locked and vibrating with pleasure. She goes off like
fireworks, whole-body shuddering apart on top of Jared.
She apologizes, later, combing through Jared’s hair, her breasts soft and warm
for him to hide his face in as far as she allows it. “You were my first,” she
confides, teeth a bit clenched with the shame but they’re alpha and omega, it’s
okay to be soft with your mate. “Conservative parents. You know how it is.”
“It’s okay,” Jared says.
Things happen too fast. His last two come to the house only half an hour apart;
Palicki still lingering and awaiting her next turn when Ty enters the room.
Alona just started out.
It’s too much. It’s too much.
Panic, helpless; they hold him up-down, Ty in his mouth because he’s, “Got the
same rights as everyone else,” and it’s true, it’s true.
Barely a pause. Jared is left breath- and spit-less in between, hands and
mouths and too many words he doesn’t want to hear, has to, be good, get up. He
nods (doesn’t want to), slurs on command.
Sleep. Let me sleep.
Palicki and Ty spend the night. Ty makes breakfast, which upsets Palicki. Jared
can’t win.
“We’re out of milk,” murmurs Ty, last drop falling into Jared’s tea.
First grocery shopping, omega style. Mouse clicks get him what he needs to feed
his pack of five. Delivery is not due until later this afternoon. Jared fixes
himself lunch and chews without appetite.
Alona slips in for a late lunchbreak, huffs sweet and moves slower because
maybe she can feel how tender her omega is at this point. She shushes him when
the tears come, again, holds him and ruts all gently.
Both Alona’s and Jared’s eyes are wide-curious on what Jensen unearths from the
shopping bags, Alona sprawling and Jared sitting upright (uptight), exhausted
and so positive he will cry as soon as Jensen makes up for his day-long
absence.
Alona helps fumbling with the crude-looking cage, and Jared’s chest would pull
tight even without the rise in her pheromones. Jensen is stroking his hair and
holds his hand while she puts it on, smiles gentle like a dad.
“It’s better like that. You know, omegas aren’t usually as huge as you.
Especially Adrienne will appreciate it. She’ll feel less inferior if you wear
this. She’ll be gentler with you. Don’t you want that?”
Jared sniffles but nods.
It feels weird. A tingling pressure. Not comfortable. Less and less comfortable
the longer they touch him, rub him, kiss him. Jared feels himself heating up,
growing so wet; Alona’s mouth on his nipples, fingers splayed on his ribs as if
she’s nursing from him, Jensen smearing his fingers up-down-in his ass, naked
and violent cock ticking with his pulse, curving against Jared’s ass.
Jared whimpers, pushes his hips back out, gets hushed, gets pushed into. They
take turns and, in a blind chase of prolonged pleasure, don’t knot for what
feels like hours. The doorbell rings at some point and the sound is so new
Jared can’t quite place it at first; but of course the delivery company doesn’t
have a key. Jensen receives the groceries, comes back, continues.
“Please…please…”
“Need a knot, sweetheart?”
“Which one?” dares Jensen, laughing at Alona’s glare, slamming into Jared so
hard he swears his cervix is about to just pop open, swallow whatever.
Jared thrashes and wails until they pin him down, easy, laughing, grumbling
secret conversations.
Alona secures the plug Jensen brought once they’re done, taps it. Jared mewls
weakly.
“It suits you,” she says, partly means the traces of her come down his thigh,
partly the clear silicone.
This is how the first handful of weeks go by. No heat is triggered though, and
they have a doctor come over who finds—nothing. “It’ll happen soon enough,” she
soothes, beta-calm and no threat, no sympathy. “Just wait it out.”
Jensen whispers to Jared’s belly when he thinks he is asleep. Palicki is
pleased with Jared’s cock on lock-down, likes to tease him for it though. She
is the first who manages to make him come on nothing but her cock. Jared has a
hard time dealing with the threefold of jealousy, but he manages.
With time comes routine. The first big waves of getting to know each other, of
head-over-heels ebb out and leave Jared with spare time for his household. The
sheets in the nursery are still untouched.
Ty brings wine for dinner, and Jared has a glass. Two. Ty is so gentle that
night, has Jared all for himself, pulls the flimsy-soft omega clothes from his
mate and makes love with a patience speaking of his age and experience.
“It’s a miracle they let me back into the program,” he sighs, pleasure like
waves and there are tears Jared wipes away. “You’re more than I could have
hoped for, love. You’re all I have. If it wasn’t for you…”
They both know a sterile alpha’s claim is not tolerated for more than one year,
but Jared, at this point, does not dare to think any further than to the next
moment. Maybe the next day.
His heat hits suddenly. He can’t remember much of the seven days he’s down with
it, collected bruises and scabs. Jensen claps him now, too. He can’t remember
what he did wrong. Maybe didn’t do anything wrong at all, it’s just what the
hormones do to them, you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine.
He isn’t sick in the mornings, but he knows.
His chest plumps up only a few days shy of the bloating. It’s obscene. Jared is
ashamed, but they won’t let him put clothes on anymore at all.
He’s so horny he can barely take it, wet all day and they get him a new plug,
bigger, but it’s not enough and he’s sore, whining when they touch him. His
body won’t fit.
Spankings begin to feel good—the impact of it like scratching a deeply settled
itch, irritating, yeah, but weirdly satisfying. So they do that, a lot, because
they know what he needs before he does.
It’s Jensen’s. A baby girl. Jared names her Leila, dark dark tuft of hair. The
weeks with Leila are the closest to a feeling of ‘peace’ Jared has felt in
months—cradling her, singing to her, swaddling her, nursing her. The household
blooms, everything clean for fresh tiny Leila, fridge always full, sweets and
treats from his alphas. Even those who didn’t father the child behave like they
did. Grateful, gentle, in love.
Handing her over, Jared learns what breaking feels like. Growing up. Accepting.
He’s disoriented, can’t exactly cry. He breaks things. The doctor comes over
with pills. He takes one in the morning, one in the evening. Jared gets better.
They let him celebrate his seventeenth birthday in his old hoodie. Even though
he has grown a lot, it fits; he still almost-disappears in it. He blows out
candles and wishes for another girl.
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