do it for the freaks

She kept ticking boxes and had to take a break to walk around her office and fan herself. Everyone submitted a sheet, but that didn't mean that everyone would be in attendance. She knew Bdubs would fuck her well if she asked. Etho was probably just filling it out for curiosity sake alone, but Grian hadn't even submitted one. She didn't ask about his flight schedule.

The party itself was setting up to be a great time. When everyone piled into the rental house, they took some time to stock the fridge and cover the windows. Hydrating and nourishing drinks and snacks were left out, and Skiz being who he was purchased an obscene amount of local oysters to "get everyone ready." It prompted an eye roll but more people ate them than she thought would. X laid the ground rules for the party, carefully and clearly setting the boundaries and expectations for a safe, sane, and consentual party.

Gem listens diligently, finding herself between Impulse and Skizz as she scents the room. She can tell the two on either side of her are alphas and aren't unaffected by it. But to their credit they keep their hands to themselves during the rules briefing.

At dark, Gem looks around and notices that Grian still isn't there. Bdubs is making out with some man she doesn't recognize, and Tango had Pearl bent over the kitchen island with his mouth on her shoulder and rutting his hips against hers sharply again and again.

It makes her jealous, honestly. Several people have paired or tripled off into some of the rooms. The sheer amount of pheromones in the air was dizzying. She stepped outside to find the Dads and False passing a joint and joins them.

"You not partaking yet, Bemmy?" Skizz asks as he lets the smoke trickle out of his mouth. His hand is rough and firm as she takes the blunt from him, sending shivers roll down her spine at the attention.

"Some might say I'm being patient." She counters after a brief omega short-circut of her brain. It seems to please Skizz. "Not like any of you are offering." Gem jokes and finally takes her hit before passing it to Impulse.

Impulse laughs and tries to recover the cherry Gem almost let fade, letting her cough like the new smoker she is. "Whose sheet did you read?" He asks, fishing for information as he passes to False.

"What makes you think I read either of yours?" The hit takes Gem a little by surprise when it starts to fade the edges a little and takes her anxiety with it. It definitely helps when she leans back and listens to the conversation she intruded on. She takes her next puff a little more confidently and lets the warm feeling take over her as she feels her heat start to fall into place.

She excuses herself to go change into her robe, the "i'm ready with no other plans" symbol, and Impulse puts his arm ou as she passes him to lay a hand on her hip farthest from him.

"Can i join you?"

Gem looks down at Impulse and resists her omega urge to climb on his lap right there, outside was against the rules. "You read mine?" She asks, not accusatorily. He nods, she nods back and his hand on her hip and across her stomach is more possessive. "I read yours too." Impulse had a lot of fun things on his survey. Including dominate, manhandling, chasing, and marking.

"No marking?" He asked, and Gem nodded. "Knotting?" Gem had a blush from the weed that firmly plants itself on her face as she suddenly finds some shyness as she nods. Skizz and False were distinctly quiet as they pretended not to listen in. Gem took the blunt from Impulse and took one last hit before handing it back to Skizz, and saying "Thank you for the drugs, Alpha." Before bolting back into the house.

She hears Impulse's deck chair scrape back as he makes his prisuit. She leaps over the couch knowing the older man wouldn't risk it and barrels up the stairs. Her room is around the corner and down the hall on the main level and she has no chance of making it. Impulse takes the stairs three at a time and she is bent over the top few steps on the plush carpet with a hand in her hair and another around her waist.

"You really are a brat." Impulse growls in her ear as she wriggles and struggles under the pressure building low in her belly and the pheromones surrounding her. Her omega hind brain preens in delight. An Alpha. I pleased him. Alpha is having fun.

Gem lets out a moan when Impulses hand trails lower between her leggings and palms at her over them. She shoves her hips back into his laps and takes a deep breath of his scent when his grip lightens, and she shoves her way forward again, kicking his hands off of her as she knows she doesn't want to be knotted together on the stairs.

Impulse regains his grip of her just past the stairs, and forces his weight over her and starts pulling Gem's leggings down, wet and needy as his hand finds its way back underneath to palm her.

Gem whines as Impulse mouths at her neck and her mating gland, purposefully leaving his teeth out of the equation. "Alpha, Alpha please." She begs, not really for anything. Mercy, maybe? Impulse just chuckles lowly and starts shoving at her leggings and his jeans are rough against her ass. The weed is definitely in effect still as she feels so relaxed and the fight leave her slightly, glad to have the earlier anxiety fade completely and her heat start surrounded by some many people she completely trusts.

Impulse undoes his belt and drags her arms behind her back, expertly tying her hands in the lamest tie possible. Not tight, and entirely for pretend. Impulse finally pulls out his cock and rubs it along the slick of her folds. Gem whines and tries to see but is kept with her head forces up by a hand in her hair.

"Is this what you want, Gemmy? Tell me you want it." Impulse leans over her and kisses at her cheek, using his other hand to rub his cock up and down her opening in threat.

"Y-yes, Alpha. Please.." Gem is almost in tears at how badly she does want it, whining and trying to wiggle her hips into a better position.

Impulse isn't as tough as a dom as she thought, or his rut is as close as her heat, and he guides himself inside and hisses as the tight warmth envelopes him. Gem shouts as he get further inside, the stretch feeling fantastic after so long and months of planning. "I-Imp.. Slow- I can'-"

"You can and you will, Omega." Impulse groans as he rocks his hips back and forth to inch inside. He settles with his knot against her opening and Gem notices how loud both of them are. How loud someone else is getting railed down the hall and in the living room.

Impulse wants to bottom out, and she can tell by how intently he sets his rhythm. He circles his hips a few times and pumps sharply, drawing out shouts from Gem as the air is forced out of her lungs with very thrust. He loops an arm around her neck, just to hold in a choke position but distinctly lacking in pressure or force, and finds her clit underneath her and begins rubbing as he begins rutting against her opening trying to force his knot inside her.

It probably won't go in, it's been too long for Gem and it feels too big against her cunt to think she has been prepped enough. "You smell so fucking good, Gemmy. You feel so good on me. You want to take my knot, huh?" Impulse praises her over and over again. Gem is too overwhelmed in the feeling and scents to respond, just pushing back against her friends cock. Gem can't wait to see what the whole weekend has in store.

Before she can realize what's happened, her throat going raw from his beard mouthing at her and her shouting, she feels his hips grind harder and harder before Impulse's knot pops inside and her vision whites out.

She is so incredibly full and fuller as Impulse starts emptying inside her. His hands focus on her harder, nipping around her glands as she begins coming on him in return.

Impulse, ever considerate, rolls them onto their sides and lets her use his bicep as a pillow. He kisses her shoulder, rubbing her gently with care and kindness. "Can you speak?" Impulse asks after a few beats. She shakes her head no. "Do you want to follow your aftercare protocol or can Alpha take care of you? One or Two?"

Gem thinks it over, everyone had to complete an aftercare section of the survey. Hers had been pretty blank, aside from 'cuddles and tell me I did good'. Impulse seems the type to need to provide more aftercare for his own wellbeing as a dom. But Gem can't particularly recall that right now with such a sizeable knot deep inside her. She holds up two fingers for him to see.