You are an Omega hybrid, recruited by Task Force 141 about a year ago. You tended to be problematic sometimes, and it was a usual thing to do in hybrids' cases anyways, therefore, you got a caretaker.

It was Keegan.

He proved to be a good choice, as Keegan could calm you down, relax you and just make you obey in general.

However... as usual, just like Alphas with rut, Omegas had to deal with their heat... And you felt it coming, your body already showing some symptoms.

So now, there you were, kneeling before Keegan as your mouth was open in a desparate manner, your body feeling all hot, while Keegan himself was inspecting your fangs, having a gentle hold on your lower jaw, his fingers covered in your saliva, your fluid dripping down to the ground from his hand...

"Itchy, aren't you?..."

Keegan asked softly, deep in thoughts, just sitting and enjoying the view along with your needy expression.