Hello :)

Poor you, the mechanic who works part-time as an omega relief because the government doesn't pay you shit. You get rented out to some alpha for the week, unsuspecting while you make your nest and hunker down with the portal on.

Only to gasp as two fingers are shoved in without preamble. Thick, calloused, pushing at your walls like the alpha on the other side is testing your limits.

A tongue follows. Tasting you, getting a feel for your scent only to pause.

Your phone pings on the edge of the nest, a notification from the portal app. The alpha just paid double to call you, a feature for the more...needy partners.

You fumble to accept the payment and call, only for a familiar voice to growl over the speaker "I know it's you, omega."

Ghost. Ghost, the alpha you flirt with too often, the one who always rejects you with a huff. He laughs at the way you clench around his fingers "fuckin' hell, I've been dreaming about this. Knew you were a slag."

"It's not like that–" you whine, back arching to present for an alpha that isn't there.

"What? You ain't renting yerself out to any alpha with a paycheck?" A mocking rumble. You feel the fat underside of his cock rub over your hole, using the embarrassing amount of slick as lube. With a final slide up, the round tip of his cock notches barely inside.

Over the phone you can hear the downright animalistic growls. You can practically see ghost when you close your eyes, bowed over his bed, resting all his weight on one forearm while the other grips the portal and pretends its your hip.

"Can't wait to fuckin' knot you. Make you mine. Get you pupped." Ghost thrusts, too hard and too fast for you to do much more than yelp and gasp. He sets a punishing pace, sinking as deep as he can get and still growling like it isn't enough.

You hear the distinct sound of bedsheets tearing when you clench down, moaning "alpha! Ghost– ghost, please–!"

"Give me a moment, fuck–" the base of his cock begins to expand, until he's no longer able to slide you over it, stopping short so he can force the knot in all at once—

"Deep breath– fuck! Yes...there we go..." the knot pops in, and your mind goes blank when thick ropes of cum fill you up.

You blearily notice the pleased rumbles of ghost through the phone. "Gonna keep you nice and stuffed, lovie. Yer mine now."

fingers wrapped around his cock any time he's not on set, a constant refrain of your breathy,

"nobody fucks me like you"

that drives him mad.

maybe he's been too lenient with you, let you go off script so much that he can't tell what you mean and what you've been coached on. but he doesn't think it matters anymore,

nobody fucks you like he does.

presses you down into the mattress like he does, ruts their fat cock between your wet folds like he does. when he wraps his hand around your jaw, pulls your head up to drool for the camera, it's not because he's the best it's because he won't let anyone else try. you're meant to be his, you just met him at the wrong time for it.

doesn't matter, he supposes, not when you keen and moan, legs shaking and hips swaying at the first touch. you don't want anyone else, do you sweetheart? no. no, he shakes your head for you, shoves his fingers into your mouth to make you slur the words.

"i'm yours," he loves it "i'm yours," he loves you.

so maybe you've been too lenient with him, let him take more than he's owed.