#abo

You find the second bathroom in the hall and another bedroom that Brendon uses as an office, but there’s frustratingly few pillows or blankets. You go through rounds of fluffing and positioning what you were able to find, laying in the nest, snuggling in, adjusting, then getting up and reorganizing. It is very much an instinctive, ancient practice, as you build the outer walls of the round nest with pillows, shaping the contours and smoothing down your own emotionally ragged edges. There aren’t nearly enough, but it’s a start.

With the skeleton down, you go back into the bedroom and put your hands on your hips. It’s minimally decorated, clearly done by an interior designer that’s left it with an impersonal feel. The lone signs of its occupant are the medical journal on the bedside table, a jewelry dish with a class ring in it, and a gym bag tossed in the corner.

You go for that immediately, disappointed to find empty water bottles, deodorant, sneakers, and an armband for his phone instead of lightly used gym clothes. The chest of drawers is basically empty too, so you raid Brendon’s walk-in closet.

This room actually smells more like him, though the laundry detergent is also interfering. Most of the clothing that’s hanging is too hard or rough as your hand passes over it: starched shirts, jeans, and suits. You open drawers, but the workout clothes have all been laundered recently and don’t hold his scent strongly enough. There’s a few soft t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants you grab, but the real prize is the last drawer you open full of sweatshirts and pajamas. You carry the haul in both arms back to your nest, practically humming.

You sort through the clothes, ultimately swapping the bathrobe you’d donned for a sweatshirt with John Hopkins on it. You were swimming in it and his scent, which was comforting as your skin was starting to get prickly and your hands twitchy as you tucked the clothing in and around the handful of pillows. Every now and then you’d catch a wisp of the scent of the sex you’d had last night on the blankets and your pussy would suddenly feel empty, an acute reminder that you were still in a pseudo-heat and that you had no clean underwear.

You sat back on your heels—giving your aching core a little pressure to take the edge off—and evaluated the nest. It was… basic. But it smelled like you and him, and the sad thing was it already looked better than your old one. You’d have to dismantle that and take the few good pieces back.

The bed would be for regular sleep, but the nest would be for the bad days, or the lazy days, or maybe… the nights when Brendon isn’t home.

You sat with that thought, stomach clenching, considering how big a difference it really was to have an Alpha in your life. You’d always slept alone except for the occasional one-night stand, who you’d mostly met because the craving for some kind of Alpha presence to hold you down, bundle you up, and fuck all the thoughts out of your head had gotten overwhelming. Now you could have that whenever you wanted. He’d be here. Sharing this space with you. Just the idea of his scent fading in your nest, of sleeping alone every night again, puts you on edge.

Normally the luxury of dating would have given you a chance to adjust to that, to figure out how to fit him into your life. Now it was all instinct, and those were clear. You shifted your weight, heel grinding on to your pussy, your cunt practically hollow, thinking of how he’d fit inside you just fine.

You squirmed, changing positions and gave in, burying your face in one of his shirts. It was nice, but not enough. Touch deprivation couldn’t be fixed in twenty-four hours, and nesting had only delayed the need a little. Time to get over your anxiety and address some real world consequences.

#

Brendon’s nostrils flared when you entered the kitchen, pausing as he plated the food to stare at you. Heat rose to your cheeks and you squeezed your thighs together at the frank lust in his gaze. His eyes tracked from the red on your face to the bite mark on your throat, down over his old sweatshirt that hung to your mid-thigh, and over your bare legs. You hadn’t even bothered to try putting your scrubs back on.

“Did you leave me any clothes?”

“Just the bad ones.”

He snorted, spooning out berries on to the plates. He’d made protein pancakes, sausage, and eggs, and your mouth watered at the smell. When was the last time you’d eaten a proper meal that wasn’t something thrown together on your lone day off or choked down from the cafeteria? The last time you and Samira had gone out to dinner? You weren’t even sure the last time someone had actually cooked you food.

“Sit and eat,” he ordered, sliding the plate on the stone counter to the barstool seats. There was a formal dining table off to the side of the kitchen that looked barely used, and to the right was the entry way and a spacious living room with floor-to-ceiling windows and an L-shaped grey couch. You were about to sit when you spotted a blanket draped over the back of the sofa, and instinct had you crossing the open-plan kitchen to check if it would feel good in your nest. You heard Brendon chuckle behind you, and felt a sudden self-consciousness at being such a stereotypical Omega.

He’d been joking about stealing all his clothes, right? Some Alphas really did complain about Omega hoarding tendencies, and you didn’t mean to take all of his stuff. He just didn’t have—

“I’ll take you nest shopping,” Brendon said, catching your hesitation, the sudden awkwardness as you reached out for the blanket.

“It’s okay,” you reassured automatically, without looking back at him. “I’ve got the basics, and there’s more at my place.” This blanket was a rougher weave, chunky and warm no doubt, but more for artful drapery than comfort. The throw pillow was likewise stiff with pointy corners. They weren’t really the kinds of things you wanted in your nest, but you weren’t sure which was worse: taking what stuff he did have, or making him buy more.

“My Omega gets more than the basics,” he rumbled, making you look back at him. “We’ll get you nicer stuff than what I have here. We can stop at your place to clean it out, then go to one of those nesting stores. ”

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as he met your eyes, and your neck throbbed from his bite suddenly. Nests were about comfort and safety, but there was also an element of showing off for Alphas that was as intrinsic to Omega nesting behavior as providing nesting materials was to an Alpha. Brendon’s casual acceptance of this was a little head spinning for you; usually you’d had to carve out your space in an Alpha’s world, ask if you could take something, or pretend like you didn’t need anything different than an Alpha did.

“Okay, thank you.”

“You can thank me by actually eating. Bite your lip one more time and I’ll bite it for you.”

Oh. Your neck and your pussy were throbbing now. “Yes, Alpha.”

He growled at the impish tone, and the fork clattered as he put it on your plate pointedly. You joined him at the kitchen counter, smiling as his nostrils flared again.

#

You ate and talked over what next steps you needed to do to make everything official, which kept the low-grade arousal at bay. A bite by itself equaled a lot of paperwork, as you were realizing, and then there were the little things neither of you had been in the right mindset to discuss before, like birth control. Fortunately you had an implant, and neither of you had any other partners to be concerned about.

After breakfast you insisted on cleaning up, while Brendon went to get his phone to email HR. Rinsing the pan and putting away the dishes in the dishwasher kept your hands busy for a minute, but after that, you squeezed the sides of the sweatshirt, looking for something to do in this pristine kitchen.

“Come here.” Brendon gestured at you, already looking down at his phone as he reentered the kitchen, and it was like a tug in your navel. You came right up to him, and he turned you around, bodily crowding you against the counter with your back to his chest, his arms around you resting on the counter. He held the phone in front of you both, already logged into the work portal.

“What’s your employee ID number?”

“I have no idea.”

His voice was a rumble against your back, and delicious warmth was seeping through you at how encircled you were by him. Your shoulders dropped and the tension in your jaw relaxed, sinking back into his strength. You idly rubbed your thumb over a vein in his forearm while he typed quickly on the phone. As he found the place to submit a personal update to HR, you spotted your work bag on the counter.

“Will my badge have it?”

“Possibly.”

Your work bag was a simple purse big enough for your water bottle and a lunch bag—bought when you’d been feeling optimistic you’d be bringing a lunch. You pointed at it, and Brendon reached over and dragged it closer. He put down his phone and bussed the side of your head with his cheek, a simple scent mark that made your stomach flutter.

You dug through the purse, pushing aside your wallet, the hand lotion and lip balm you kept in there, a pile of your least favorite flavor of protein bars from the variety packs you bought, and more detritus you’d been meaning to clean out but hadn’t found the time.

“Is that an epi-pen?” Brendon interrupted, reaching in to grab the bright green emergency pen.

“Yeah. I have an anaphylactic allergy to walnuts.”

“This is expired, Omega.”

“No it’s not.”

He tapped pointedly at the expiration date for three months ago, and you groaned. You’d had to cancel your annual wellness visit when schedules had been changed, and you’d never gotten around to rescheduling it. He was going to think you were totally useless at taking care of yourself, which wasn’t true. It was just these past few months… or the past few years of residency. “It’s not that old.”

A subvocal growl made it clear he didn’t care. “I’ll prescribe a new one for you. Until you can see your PCP.”

“Pretty sure you’re not supposed to do that.”

“Pretty sure I don’t care. It’s an epi-pen, not oxy.” You shivered at the casual arrogance, and he dropped his nose into your throat, inhaling. “Let’s finish this email so I can fuck you again. In your nest if you’ll let me.”

His knee slipped between your legs, forcing you to part them, and a thick bloom of your arousal filled your nose as your sticky pussy lips parted. His chest rumbled as he kissed your throat, pulling your hair away so he could mouth at the mating mark.

“Bren-Brendon,” you moaned, the bite exquisitely sensitive, teetering between arousing and painful in a way that heightened the sensation of his tongue laving over the broken skin.

“Your badge, baby.”

Your hands shook as you rummaged in the bag, trying to focus until he finally had mercy on you and stopped nibbling on your skin. The badge clattered to the table, and on the back of your employee ID card was your ID number.

“Read it to me.”

You obeyed as he went back to the HR submission form and typed it into the email, hitting send and then tossing his phone down.

“Good. I’m gonna make that little pussy squirt in my sweatshirt, and then I’m going to knot you until you can’t walk straight.” Your knees shook at the dark promise, and then he was backing up. He lifted the sweatshirt and gave you a hard swat on the ass, and you let out a yelp.

“Hey!”

“Run, Omega.”

#

Your pupils dilated, lungs dragging in a huge breath. Chase kink was a big Alpha thing, and oh turns out you were into it too.

You darted for the bedroom doorway and then veered, going around the dining room table as Brendon lunged for you. A laugh burst from your lips as you sprinted back through the kitchen, keeping the island between you as Brendon slammed both hands on the countertop, taking the corner sharper than you’d expected, one hand grazing the back of the sweatshirt as you raced by.

He was on the wrong side to reach the bedrooms though, and you were moving at a full sprint, shoulder hitting the wall as you took the corner badly, his heavy footfalls right behind you. Your adrenaline was up, exhilaration in your skin as your Alpha closed the distance behind you.

You hesitated at the first door in the hall before remembering it was a linen closet and scrambling into the bedroom, skidding on the hard wood floor. You were just at the nest door when big arms wrapped around your waist, lifting and spinning you so fast you couldn’t do more than gasp before your back hit the wall and his mouth crushed yours. You struggled for a second on principle but his hips held yours to the wall, grinding his hard cock against your bare pussy, his tongue stealing your breath.

“Tell me where, baby,” he breathed across your swollen lips. His hand slid to your ass, shifting you against the wall so his hardness could roll over your clit, making you pant and your cunt clench on nothing. He laughed throatily, and you moaned as he licked at your throat. “You gonna invite me in to fuck my prize or am I just gonna knot you here against this cold wall?”

“Nest,” you croaked. “Take me to my nest, Alpha.”

“Good girl,” he purred, easily hefting you up and carrying you the short distance to the nesting room, lowering you slowly to the thick mattress. His eyes were only on you, his curly hair mussed up from your hands, watching you settle back on to the pillows before crawling up your body.

“It’s smells and looks amazing, Omega.”

You surged up, pulling him down into a kiss, the weight of his body pressing you into the nest so right. You needed him now. You yanked on his shirt, trying to pull it off, gasping when he broke the kiss to pull it over his head, whining until he was kissing you again. Your hands roamed his bare chest, tickled by the light hair, palms repeatedly grazing his hard nipples and the dip and curve of his abs.

“Jesus fuck you smell so good,” he said roughly, his hands rolling over your hips and then up, pushing his sweatshirt off. “Much as I love you in my clothes, you need skin to skin, baby.”

“Alpha, yessss.”

Between the two of you the sweatshirt came off and he didn’t get his sweatpants lower than his thighs before you were grabbing his cock, stroking over the silky steel. He was huge in your hand, hot and throbbing, and you were getting so wet at just the thought of him inside you. He groaned as you stroked over him, and his fingers spasmed in the blankets beside you. “Knot me, Brendon, please, make me yours again.”

He kissed you hard as he wrestled off the pants and then lined himself up, tapping your clit with his tip a few times until you were thrusting and gasping into the air, swallowing down his laugh. Then the head of him was breaching your tight hole, and you could only utter single syllables, oh, Bren, gods, Al— more.

The first time in the nest was intense and heavy, your shoulders slamming into the pillows behind you with each thrust, Brendon grunting and your breath hitching with each meeting of your hips. The emptiness in your cunt was finally sated, but you needed more, greedy for his cum, his knot, to be speared on his dick until there was no chance he’d ever leave. Brendon’s heavy balls slapped at your ass which each powerful thrust, his hands bruising on your breast and hips, and his subvocal rumbles were just repetitions of mine, my Omega, my girl.

You cupped the back of his neck and pulled him down to lick into his mouth, answering his deep thrumming voice with whimpers and whines, and he growled, folding you over to get even deeper, the tip of him hitting so deep you cried out.

“Come on my cock, baby, squeeze me tight. I’m gonna knot you and lock you up in this nest, keep you here for days, drooling into the pillows, not a single thought in that pretty head except how you’re—thrust—fucking—slam—mine.” Brendon’s thumb found your clit, rolling steady circles in time with his hips, and your voice went high, head thrown back.

“Fuck yes, Brendon, uh, I— I— gods—“

His knot was tugging and pulling at your hole, and then his next thrust locked it in and you shattered on a scream. The swelling at the base left your pussy so stuffed you mindlessly writhed as jets of cum filled you, not a drop leaking out around his fat cock.

“Take it, Omega,” he growled, grinding into you while his thumb strummed your clit, your pussy desperately milking him as he kept coming. You moaned out a garbled mess of “Yours” and “Alpha,” and he bit over the mating mark again, cock jerking inside you to paint your walls even harder when you screamed.

He pulled back with blood on his lips. “Good girl, take my knot and all my cum, keep that pussy nice and wet for me. Look at you, a fucking mess begging for more. Love the tears babygirl; give me some more.”

Brendon pinched and teased your clit, shifting your hips to hold the lock in tighter as he plucked at your nipples. Your chest heaved, the sensations overwhelming, and you tipped into another orgasm, moaning brokenly as you clamped tight on him and he spurted again inside you. He cursed, hissing, and then his voice dropped into a subvocal growl that made your chest shake. “Yes, that’s it, Omega. You love this don’t you? Love taking your Alphas cum.”

Your high-pitched whine was all need, devolving into a choked gasp as he rolled you both to the side, crowding you into the curve of the nest. The new angle let you grind that sweet spot inside against his knot, your clit practically throbbing from his heavy touch. You locked your heel underneath his tight ass, pressing your aching, full, swollen cunt to him as you sobbed through the last of the orgasm.

“Brendon, oh god, I’m, I’m so full, it’s so good, please, more.”

Your chest was heaving as the overwhelming pleasure finally started to ebb. When the shuddering finally ceased you were huddled into Brendon’s chest, palm over his heart, feeling the beat start to slow, unable to believe how hard you’d come. Brendon cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over the tear tracks, and then he sucked his thumb into his mouth, tasting the salt.

“I can’t wait for your real heat, baby,” he murmured.

You laughed. “If this isn’t even the real thing I might have a heart attack.”

“Never spent it with an Alpha?” He didn’t sound jealous, just learning the things you both should have learned before breaking your throat gland. He shifted, widening the angle of your hips, and the cramp you’d barely felt forming in your thigh relaxed. You sighed and kissed his chest in thanks.

“Certified Heat Nurse a few times.” They were trained in managing a heat without a lot of direct penetration, mostly cuddling, comforting with scent and holds, and using a lot of toys. It was the safest way to get through a heat without the risk of bonding, but you’d always found it awkward and uncomfortable to have them in your nest. Going it alone sucked, but it wasn’t particularly dangerous either. Everyone had always said a real heat with a real mate was very different, and this pseudo-heat was already proving how true that was.

“You’re in for a treat, Omega.” Your cunt clenched around his cock, and Brendon grunted, smile sharp as he grabbed your ass to grind into you a bit. You were still a bit bruised there, and you hissed at the sting of his fingers digging in as much as the eye-crossing way his knot rubbed inside you, and he laughed. “Don’t pretend you don’t like a little pain.”

“I don’t, and you shouldn’t either.” You raked your nails down his chest, hard enough to leave scratch lines, and his eyes rolled back, cock twitching inside you. He had no space to spank you since he’d pressed you up to the nest wall, so you focused on driving him mad. A part of you wanted to mark him up too, since it sounded like he’d shared a heat with another Omega before. You licked and sucked over his chest, biting on a nipple until he groaned, your nails digging into his side. Omegas didn’t have the kind of teeth and bite that could break an Alpha’s gland, but there were other ways to stake a claim. Your teeth caught on his clavicle as you ground against him and squeezed your inner core until he was growling, dick throbbing inside you.

“Fuck you’re a minx.”

“I want to tie you down,” you murmured in between kisses and nips of his jaw and throat, your breath ragged as you took in the shiny bruise over his collarbone. “Suck on your cock until I choke, then tease that big knot with my mouth until you order me ride you. And I will, Alpha. I’ll lock you in me until you go soft and it hurts to fuck me.”

A hungry moan slipped past Brendon’s lips. “My cum is gonna be dripping out of you for days, Omega. Gonna fucking paint you and this nest in it so you know exactly who you belong to.”

His kiss was practically feral, crushing you to his chest as he ground his knot into you, rubbing against every nerve until you felt dizzy. His hand on your ass clenched and you keened, and then one finger was rubbing against the pucker of your ass and orgasm bowled you over.

You whited out, barely feeling Brendon’s dick pulsing inside you as he came again, your belly practically distended from three rounds in one lock. Somehow this was and wasn’t heat, and your head was swimming in too many hormones to figure it out.

Your mouth was still pressed to his when you finally started to recover, and you both raggedly breathed together for long minutes. Eventually his knot shrank enough though that you started to feel dribbles of cum between you, and Brendon finally shifted. He lets go of your ass and rolled to his back, and you naturally slotted yourself against his side, his soft cock slipping out of you. You felt hollow again, even as his cum trickled out of you and down his thigh, but this time it was an almost pleasant ache, your body relieved to be so thoroughly marked up and claimed.

Your cheek laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he stroked idly over your back. In the corner of your vision was the bruise on his collarbone, and his pecs were scattered with fresh scratches. Satisfaction hummed through you, and you dozed for a little while, waking up only briefly as he tugged one of the blankets over you both.

“Can we get those drap-y sheets to hang from the ceiling?” You murmured, imagining the feeling of enclosure that would create here. Another way to hold the coziness of the nest in a little more.

“I’ll install hooks.”

FREEZE THE HEAT

Johnny Storm never shared his spotlight.

Sure, there were four of them in the team, whatever, but he was the most likable. There are actual surveys that point to him as the one people buy from the most. Figurines, magazines, products he supports and makes advertisements for, anything you could think of. If his face is there, people buy it, and he delights himself in it. He is the only Alpha out of the four of them, so of course, this attention only makes him even more cocky.

But what if that spotlight is slowly being taken away? What if because for some reason, someone else were to come to steal the show? Well, that happened to you. He doesn't know your story; he doesn't know where you came from. At first, when the team encountered you, they all thought you came to wreak havoc in the city, but that was not the case.

You claimed you were normal before, that you were just a human. You told Reed you were a scientific researcher, and something had gone very wrong between two chemicals, and added Nitrogen. Johnny didn't buy shit out of that, but his sister told him to back off.

You are pretty. Hot. Gorgeous even. But there was one tiny problem. You were an Alpha, and he doesn't sleep with Alphas. He is the dominating one, not the dominated. He isn't docile, and he wants to prove always that he can break you, but then mend you back together. That's how he worked.

With you, he could never do that. But here comes problem number two; You were Ice. Your power was literal ice. The complete opposite of him. Reed invited you to the headquarters so he could run tests on you, and you found out your DNA had completely changed. There was another thing that Reed found out, but he told the rest of the team that it was between him and you. That was complete bullshit that only added to Johnny's dislike for you.

At first, you didn't meddle in the fights. You didn't intervene, just stood on the side. But when Ben was busy with one giant robot that wanted to crush a school bus, and Reed and Sue were trying to protect a building from falling on top of a group of people, Johnny could not stop the robot that was coming to step on the school. He couldn't melt the metal; he couldn't stop him at all.

And you just had to come and save the day.

You iced its feet into the ground, glaciers enveloping the robot, completely freezing it over, not letting electricity run through its circuits any longer. You repeated that same technique to help Ben, and once the Robot was frozen up, he smashed it, completely destroying it. He repeated it with the other one, and then helped Sue and Reed. Johnny could only move people away, and he felt useless in this fight. His pride growled inside of him, his eyes burning within his flames as he watched how you were praised, hugged, and liked.

His complete opposite, another Alpha, standing in the spotlight that he owned. It was the Fantastic Four, not the Fantastic Five. It didn't have a single ring to it. It sounded stupid. But then, Reed had to go and make you a suit for yourself. One you could use with your powers, freely, with all the same gears that the team had.

Your eyes rarely met his. It was as if you knew he was watching you, persistently. He almost looked obsessed with you, enthralled, but all he felt was a scorching fire inside of him. Pure hatred. Yet, he felt magnetized to you in a manner that he couldn't quite explain. He barely talked to you, and you two didn't even cross paths except for the typical fight.

And kids started to love you. You made ice skating parks in the middle of spring. You made ice sculptures for festivities, for parties. You started getting invited to the galas, to the award shows, and worst of all, you became the face of products.

"Buy the newest Big Chill refrigerator! One step on the pedal below, and your freezer opens; it's that easy! Oh, how chilly!" He hated your sweet voice on the TV. He growled each time he saw you advertising foods as well, ice companies, even travel companies where you sponsor trips to cold places in the world, where you can ski, and stuff. That's something he never advertised on. He would only be able to sponsor a trip to a Volcano.

"If we have to replace the couch one more time because you cannot control your flames, Johnny, you're going to get kicked out." He heard the loud thumping coming from the living room, and once he noticed, he could smell something burning. He looked down where his hand was on the couch, lifting it up to see his hand imprinted now on the fabric. He groaned, standing up to turn off the TV, his jaw clenching.

"Is it bad for me to feel angry? She is not even part of our team, she is not our family, and she is— Stealing the show from me, what is that?" He motioned to the TV and back to his friend, who was getting some bowls from underneath the sink, being careful not to crush anything.

"It's been two months already, and you have to get over it. You have to admit it, she is prettier than you." Johnny's eyes widened, raising his eyebrows, completely offended.

"Say that to me again. Try it." Ben chuckled as Johnny heard Herb coming into the room, beeping towards them while it rolled over to the fridge to help Ben make dinner. Johnny grumbled loudly, running his hands over his face, shaking his head.

"Well, you heard Herbie, she is coming for dinner tonight." Johnny wanted to burn the couch to ashes as he heard that, his chest rumbling with displeasure.

"There's something about her I can't pinpoint, and Reed knows. He knows!" Johnny exclaimed, trying to keep his composure as he felt himself start to burn again, but no flames were visible on him.

"It's something between her and him—"

"So the Ice Princess is more important than his brother in law, is that it? Our lives could be in danger for all we know!" He was exaggerating; he knew that, but he was making up excuses to drive you away. Somehow. Ben shook his head as he crushed a garlic with his thumb, putting it into the bowl as Herbie started chopping potatoes.

"Johnny, you are still liked. It's not like she took everyone—"

"She is an Alpha! I am the only Alpha in this home, I am the protector of all of you." Ben stood back. Even Betas could hear the rumbling of an Alpha in power, and Johnny was right. He was the Alpha of the house, and two Alphas cannot be under the same roof unless an agreement is made.

"I am sure she knows that. That's why she is not moving in." Johnny's eyes widened, his stare deadly as he looked at his friend. Ben realized his mistake, gulping heavily as Herbie made a distressed noise.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"Nothing. Nothing, do not mind me—"

"Did Reed invite her to move in?" And before Ben could talk, another voice chipped in.

"I did." Johnny's head snapped to look at his sister, coming over with her hand being held by her husband, who looked a bit worried. Johnny's jaw clenched, frowning at Sue.

"Why would you do that, knowing how much I don't want her near us?"

"Near you." Johnny bared his teeth at his sister, his body setting aflame, and Reed immediately stepped in front. Even as a Beta, he would protect his mate, even against an Alpha. Johnny took a deep breath in as he put out the fire around him, eyes drifting from Reed to Sue, who looked unfazed by him.

"Why?" He asked again, and Sue sighed.

"She is alone. I wanted to give her a chance to have a family, a place to stay—"

"A family!? I don't want her near this place; she already took all of my sponsorships. She doesn't need to be here." He couldn't help his voice as it slowly rose, not being able to contain the anger any longer. Reed stepped in now, shaking his head.

"Johnny, I know it's hard to understand, but she means no harm. She is not a bad person. She is not coming here because of you. She knows you… dislike her."

Something inside Johnny felt uneasy. He didn't like to hear that, even if he knew it was true. Wasn't it? He disliked her, so it was good that you knew that. But why does he feel like shit? Why does it feel wrong? Why does it feel like it shouldn't be like that? Why does he not like that you actually know that? Why does he feel like you are misunderstanding?

"Good, we don't need another Alpha in our home." The word came out like venom from his lips, and Reed sighed, looking away.

"Better that way." Johnny frowned, wondering why he would say something like that. He wanted you to live here, and now he says it's better if you didn't? Before he could ask, there was a ring, and Herbie beeped cheerfully, rolling towards the doors and disappearing from sight. Johnny sighed through a growl and walked away to start setting up the table to distract himself.

He could already smell you. Your Alpha smell was weird to say the least. He could smell the ash, the firewood, but something else behind it all. He couldn't pinpoint it, but if he had to guess, the first thing that would come to his mind would be vanilla. But that would be impossible. It must be your perfume mingling with your scent.

"Glad you came!" He heard his sister singsong, and he grabbed onto the plates, turning around to finally see you walk in with a smile on your face. You were pretty on the eyes, someone he would definitely go after if it weren't for the fact that you stole his entire spotlight.

"I'm happy to have dinner with you all." You said, and Reed gave you a hug with a smile, patting your back gently.

"Once we finish, I would like to run some more tests on you, if that's alright." He heard Reed say, and that made his ear itch with curiosity. You nodded, pulling away before moving to look at Ben. He laughed and hugged you tightly, twirling you around in the air. Johnny wanted to growl at the display of affection, as if you were part of them, as if you were in this family.

Fuck, you weren't.

He slammed the plates on the table, causing a loud clattering sound. Everyone turned their heads towards him, startled. Your face fell, and Ben sighed, putting you down slowly. Johnny's eyes were two balls of fire, staring right into your soul, challenging you completely.

And you didn't want any of that. You didn't want that. You knew Johnny didn't like you, and it caused you some pain to know that fact. Your heart felt like it clenched tightly every time he looked at you if like would murder you in any second. Kick you out without a second thought. If only he knew that you weren't there to meddle, or to replace him.

You just needed a safe place.

"Hello, again, ice princess." He greeted you with spite, and you gulped, feeling your fingertips sweat slightly as you regained your footing.

"Hello to you too, talking torch." You always followed his banter, always made sure that you were defying him, playing your part. Sue sighed, giving you a reassuring smile as she put a hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards the table.

"Dinner is still being prepared, so we can just sit down and have a chat meanwhile." She said, and you smiled nervously at her as your eyes drifted to Johnny every now and then. He noticed, of course, and his nose flared as he caught something else in the air, and he wondered if it was a fabric softener of some sort. It smelled too sweet, a little intoxicating and addictive.

"That's okay, I'm not that hungry yet." You replied, and Ben nodded once, walking towards the counter again, grabbing a sweet potato to start washing it. Reed went to the fridge, something Johnny scrunched his nose at because you gifted it to them when you got the deal with that stupid refrigerator manufacturer. He grabbed the jar of water and walked back to the table, putting it right in the middle.

"Let me grab some ice." He was about to turn, and you lifted your hand, a couple of ice cubes suddenly forming inside the water. Reed smiled warmly, shrugging a bit. "Or not."

Johnny wanted to throw that jar to the wall, break it into pieces, completely shatter it all. His eyes kept scanning you all over, every inch of your body. He hates you, and he knows that, yet he doesn't know why the need to protect you was there. It was hard to admit it, but he wanted you to be okay, and he felt that if anything were to happen to you, he—

The four watches started beeping, and you looked up alarmingly, your eyes clashing with his. You all frowned as the watches were looked at. The alarm signal that help was needed.

"Over Broadway avenue." Sue said, and Ben spoke out loud to fill you in.

"It's just those guys driving like maniacs again. The ones that are, for some reason, dressed as aliens?" Johnny rolled his eyes, an idea popping in his head.

"Well, if it's just that, Ice princess and I can handle it." Your eyes widened at that, looking at the blonde man who was challenging you with his blue eyes. "Right?"

"Um…" You stuttered, and he squinted slightly, wondering why you were backing down now. You never did. Reed interfered, clearing his throat. Johnny moved his gaze to his brother-in-law.

"No, that's fine, I can go with you Johnny—"

"Oh, no, no. Just help Ben here to prepare dinner. We'll be back in a second." He looked back your way, shrugging a bit. "Can't handle some stupid guys in a car?"

Your eyes turned into a glare as you stared at him. He smirked as he realized he was getting on your nerves. You turned and started walking towards the balcony, and Reed was right behind you, catching Johnny's attention.

"It's not a good idea—"

"We'll be back in a second. It will be fine." Johnny wanted to ask, but you were already creating ice with your left hand, moving your way up and into the sky, as your right hand was behind you, erasing the path you were creating. Johnny gave Reed one look before igniting in flames and flying right after you.

You looked to your side to see Johnny flying with his hands behind his neck, belly up. He was smirking at you and you snarled at him, going downwards towards the avenue. He followed right after, and his eyes could see the crashed cars already.

"Ice princess, if I get them first, you hand the Coca Cola sponsorship to me!" He yelled and you scoffed, shaking your head, sliding around in the air as you visualized the monster truck all the way at front.

"No way in fucking hell, alien fucker!" Johnny growled at that, not liking the way you were taunting him. He flew towards the big truck, and he could see the four man cheering, laughing like maniacs. He rolled his eyes, as the truck swerved in the street, the cars moving away from it as best as they could.

"Somewhere you need to be?" Johnny talked and the man in a red alien suit, pointed at the back of the truck.

"You try anything with your fire, and it all blows up!" Johnny winced as he saw five tanks filled with gasoline. You were sliding closer, and you pointed towards the ground with your left hand, creating an ice path to let you slide on it. The right hand lifted up, pointing towards the back of the truck, freezing the tanks over.

A man in a green alien suit yelled and pointed a gun your way. Johnny bared his teeth and immediately flew across the man, taking the gun from his hand. He broke the man's hand by doing so, but he deserved it. How dare him try to kill you?

"Johnny, they're gonna fly over! I'll freeze its wheels!" Johnny nodded at your words and you pointed your hand towards the wheels. Your eyes widened when the ice stuttered a bit, not coming out from your hand. You wobbled on the ice as you lost control of yourself a bit, but you took a sharp breath in and concentrated the best you could.

Johnny's eyes were on you, having noticed the change. But you were now freezing the wheels and he flew sharply to the front. Suddenly, the truck came to a forced stop and the four giant wheels got stuck to the ground thanks to your ice. The four man flew from the uncovered top of the truck. Johnny got one by one effortlessly, holding four man over one of his shoulders, uncovering that area from his flames.

He flew down onto the ground, dropping the men on the floor as police men rushed to him. The men groaned, dizzy from flying out of a moving vehicle. His eyes turned to look for you, and he saw you sliding away from the scene, making him frown.

"Johnny, thank you—!" Before the police chief could finish, Johnny was already flying in the air to follow you. Your ice was coming in quick spurts out of your hands, and you were breathing heavily, hoping to get to your building before it was too late.

This was a bad idea. You had let your ego and facade take over you. You saw Johnny flying next to you out of the corner of your eye, and you tried to pay him no mind, but his fucking scent—

"You ditching dinner, Princess? Good, because—" His eyes widened when ice stopped coming from your hands and you wobbled on your ice, drifting on it until you reached the pavement, making you topple over and roll on the ground.

He immediately flew down next to you, kneeling as people started to slowly come over with worry. He pulled you in his arms and— You were burning up. How— No, it couldn't be. You shouldn't. It was not possible.

But you were, and he needed to keep you safe. Away from everyone.

So he flew into the sky with you in his arms.

Johnny knew where you lived.

He didn't mean to memorize it, but he did. He saw it stuck in the refrigerator, as well as your phone number. At first, he just glanced at it. Then two times, then three, then it was a game for him to see if he remembered it all correctly, and then he took a peek at it to make sure he did. Glad that it now came in handy.

"Johnny— Johnny, you— You can leave me at the bottom of the building and I can go up—"

"Oh, shut up, I'm going to your balcony, it's faster!" You tried not to make any sounds, but you were in pain. You looked in pain. Was it your rut? A fever? You were scorching hot under his arms, and he didn't like that. He didn't like it because this meant something was terribly wrong with you. He should have taken you to Sue so she could examine you, but there was something inside of him that told him he had to take care of you. He had to be the one to bring you to safety.

He was flying around the building, counting the floors until he finally reached the fifth one. You wanted to throw yourself off his arms, but as your breath turned jagged, your body started to slowly give in. You felt limp, like Jell-O. And you knew he was not going to let it go. He wasn't going to let you down at the bottom.

"The— Balcony with the hanging wind chimes…" You said breathlessly, choking on your saliva as you felt sweat dripping off your forehead. Johnny gulped, getting another rush of a sweet peachy scent that almost made him wobble in the air. He caught the wind chimes on the second balcony on the corner. Blue seashells with baby blue glasses, moving as the wind blew. He quickly flew towards it, landing on the floor.

He slowly put you down, his hands around you as you wobbled on your own two feet. Your hands were gripping his biceps, not wanting to let go. His fingertips were digging onto your waist, his eyes trying to find yours, and he felt himself become conflicted. He shouldn't care so much, but this felt like something was chewing a part of him off.

"Okay, let's go in—"

"No! No… You— You can't come in, I'm alright—" You took one step back, only for your left knee to give in, falling into his arms. He huffed as he held tightly onto you, shaking his head.

"Yeah, no, that's not happening. Come on. Also, why the fuck are you burning up? You are literal ice!" His eyebrows furrowed at the sound of a whine. Did he imagine it? Maybe he did. He freed one hand to slide your door open and—

What the actual fuck?

Sweet. Strong. Peachy. Vanilla. Caramel. All of those scents were mixed together, and it made him lightheaded, as if he were drunk. He felt his abdomen cramp, and he was feeling his teeth ache as the fangs threatened to come out. There was an Omega here. An unmated one. You had an Omega?

That was making him angry. That was making him growl. No, you couldn't have an Omega. You cannot have one. He didn't have one, so you shouldn't either. You shouldn't. You should be a lonesome Alpha, just like he was.

Your eyes widened at the reaction, gulping heavily as you tried to rip yourself away from him, but his hand held you tighter around your waist. You winced, looking up at him with clouded eyes. His irises were on fire, staring down at you, almost with hatred, with disapproval, with disappointment, and also a hint of sadness.

"You have an Omega?" He asked through gritted teeth. You sighed heavily, shaking your head slowly.

"Take me to my room, Johnny…" He wanted answers. He needed them. His mind and his Alpha were yelling at him to rip those answers out of your tongue, but he knew you were in pain. You were going through something he didn't know about. A sickness that Reed was probably treating you. Or maybe your rut.

If it was your rut… Johnny had never been with an Alpha, but he would make an exception.

As soon as that thought crossed his mind, he snapped out. What the hell was he thinking? Sleeping with another Alpha? You of all people? No. No, that isn't happening. He helped you walk inside, and the scent was only growing stronger at each step you two took. He couldn't help the small little sparks that were igniting at his fingertips, making you wince. He was trying to calm down, but he didn't want to go into your room and encounter someone else.

He gulped, his free hand opening your bedroom door, and he stood frozen at the frame, holding you close. The only sound in the room was your jagged breath, your small winces, and also the hint of some pained whines at the back of your throat. Johnny's eyes were wide in shock, staring at your bed.

A perfectly done nest was on the mattress. He would think it was from another person, another Omega, if it weren't for the fact that he could smell his family. He smelled his sister, Reed, Ben… even himself. This wasn't some random Omega's nest. This… was yours.

He slowly faced you, your eyes connecting to his. He finally saw the blown out pupils, the trembling bottom lip, and the scent around the room enveloped you perfectly. The beast inside him rumbled with triumph, but his mind was still hazed with confusion, with questions.

"You're an Omega." He finally said, and you huffed, gaining some strength to move away from him so you could limp to your bed and into your nest. You felt your body burning up, your power doing nothing to put it out. You thought you wouldn't feel the heat as strongly because of your new powers, but you were mistaken. You crawled to the middle of the bed, taking your shoes off and feeling your belly cramp slowly.

"Yeah… I am." You breathed out, and Johnny just stood there, his head tilting as he inspected you all over. His jaw clenched as he took a deep breath of your scent in. He frowned, catching the whiff of the Alpha scent he always smelled on you.

"But… you smelled… like an Alpha, it makes no sense at all." This was not the time to give answers to him, but he was not going to leave if you didn't give them to him. But you didn't want him to leave. You didn't want Johnny to leave your side, not now.

"I wanted to be a scientific researcher… As you know— Shit…" You huffed a breath in, lurching forward as your belly hit you with one strong cramp, your lungs being filled by Johnny's scent. He moved towards you, his hands in the air, but he stopped himself before crossing your nest. He can't do that unless invited in. He growled lowly at that.

"Omegas cannot be researchers…" He continued, and you nodded, wiping the sweat off your forehead, and you started unbuttoning your cardigan, needing to take your clothes off. Johnny gulped heavily, his throat going dry as he stared at you.

"So, I invented a scent replacer. I never told anyone except Reed. I mixed the chemicals for scent blockers with Alpha DNA. I used it to get my job." You coughed, your cunt clenching around nothing, trying not to let the slick come out of you, trying not to embarrass yourself more than you've already had. "And then, I kept hiding it— If enemies knew my designation, they would use that against me."

Johnny stood there, completely stunned at your explanation. It made sense. It really did. In this decade, Omegas were greatly discriminated against, deeming them as useless or hormonal. It was just excuses to make Alphas a superior designation. It was bullshit, and you were proof of that.

"You managed to trick so many Alphas… even me." You managed to let a chuckle out, your throat closing up more and more as you nodded. Your eyes found his, and his chest was heaving up and down as you lay there, right in front of him. Shit, if he didn't leave, you would do something you would regret, or more likely, he will.

"Please… I can— I can take care of myself—" It was a lie. You knew it was. You have an Alpha in your room, an Alpha you admire, an Alpha you found delectable in every way possible. An Alpha that caught your attention in more than one way. And he knew it, he knew you wanted him here, because your slick was coming out of you, and he could fucking smell it.

"I am not leaving." His eyes were strong, determined, staring your way. Your heart picked up a pace, and he knew he should fly away, but— His eyes caught something else. Something that was near your pillow. Your eyes widened as he walked around your bed, heading towards the top of your nest, leaning over to make sure he was seeing right.

"P-Please— Don't judge me—"

"You stole my clothes? My underwear?" Your eyes filled with shameful tears, mixing with the proud part of your Omega that wanted to say that it did. That you had his underwear on your nest, want to show him your devotion, and that you were available for an Alpha like him. But he hated you, and you had to remind yourself of that. He would reject you without a second glance your way.

"I— I needed it because— I have no family, so, I need items from my pack—"

"My dirty underwear, ice princess?"

Silence filled the room as you two stared at one another. You didn't know what else to say. You didn't know what else you could tell him to not sound creepy or disgusting. You were a horrible Omega. You should be ashamed of yourself. He didn't want you like that. This Alpha didn't see you as anything else but an enemy, someone he had to defeat.

He didn't see underwear from any of his other friends, just his. His chest puffed up with pride, with the knowledge that you wanted him. That an Omega like yourself wanted an Alpha like him. He felt himself start to strain in his pants as his eyes roamed over your exposed shoulders. His pupils dilated completely, the blue in his irises slowly disappearing, and you could feel the shift in the room.

Your hivemind started to slowly take control, enjoying how his musk started to fill the room. How his scent started to spike with arousal. You wanted to seduce him, you wanted to show off to him, you wanted him to spend the heat with you. Johnny took off his jacket, throwing it onto the floor as he rounded the bed again, his fingers tracing along the edge of the nest.

"And Reed knew. My sister too." You nodded slowly, gulping the little bit of saliva you had as you stared at his biceps, his exposed skin.

"Y-Yes… He helped with keeping my status hidden…" Johnny nodded a bit, the puzzle slowly coming together in his mind. He always wanted to protect you. He never wanted to see you hurt. He always looked around the room for you. He always sought you out. He always wanted to be in your line of sight. He always wished you weren't an Alpha, and not because you were a threat to him.

But because he wanted you.

He wants you.

He is getting you.

He is having you.

And he is going to brand you as his.

"Invite me in, Omega." Your body shivered at the request. You looked down at your nest, knowing that once Johnny crosses, everything would change. Everything would be different. But you couldn't think of any consequences right now. All you could do was bend your knees up and slowly spread your legs for him. Your scratches and your bruises are a thing of the past now as you looked up at him with hope in your teary eyes.

"Come in, Alpha…" Your voice was so sweet. It was so soft on his ears, and it was as if you had just said the most beautiful thing in the world. He took off his sneakers, kicking them away, as his body began to burn in temperatures that he didn't know if he was controlling or not. His eyes zeroed in on your covered cunt, and he could now distinctly smell your slick, just gushing out of you, desperately searching for him.

His brain was clouding; the only thing he now knows is that you are an Omega in need. An Omega that needs him, that wants him, that wants to be knotted by him. And he will comply. He will give you what your body craves.

He made sure to kneel over your nest, not wanting to break the beautiful, safe place you made for yourself. He was so proud of you. He was so amazed by how you took clothes under everyone's noses. Or maybe just his. If Reed and Sue knew, you were probably given the clothes willingly. He crawled your way, towering over you as you lay back on the bed. Your cheeks heated up, unable to use your powers willingly to cool yourself down.

"When did you take my stuff?" He asked, his hand moving to the crook of your neck, where a patch of scent blocker was. He gripped the edge of it and ripped it off, making you moan at the sudden pain.

"When— When you were training…" He hummed, dipping his head into your neck to inhale your natural scent, finally. You smelled so good, and you hid it from him. You hid this beautiful and perfect aroma from his lungs. He growled at you, making a whine get caught in your throat. "Are you mad?"

"A little… But because you hid from me… If only I knew you were an Omega… Fuck—" His hips immediately crashed against yours, and you could feel how hot he felt. How strained he was. You purred underneath him, and his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure at the sound. "You sound so good…"

He could hardly contain himself, the need to claim you increasing by the second. He wanted to rip your clothes away, burn them to ashes. You trembled underneath him as your hands slowly moved to grip his sides, trying to make him move against you. You needed more friction; you needed to feel him more.

"I want you, Johnny… Please…" And he was already in your nest. He was already here, but something inside of him was telling him to stop. Something inside of him, probably the rational part, was telling him that this should be done differently.

"Wait— Wait…" He took a deep breath in, trying to calm the fire inside of him. You whined in need, but he growled back, telling you that you had to listen to him. You pouted, biting your bottom lip as you stared up at him, your puppy dog eyes making his body shiver. "You have no idea how much you have irked me these past months…"

You pondered a bit, fighting against your instincts as best you could. You had to answer him, make him understand, and believe in your words. You moved up, brushing your lips against his, and then pecking them softly. A shock of electricity ran down both your bodies, only to be broken by you lying back down again.

"Didn't mean to…" And he groaned loudly, clenching his jaw tightly as he tried to keep his composure when your hips brushed against his. His eyes went to the top of your head, where his underwear sat nicely, his musk right next to where you always sleep.

"But it seems you have always been my biggest fan, haven't you, princess?" You gasped when his lips brushed against your ear, feeling the hot breath right on your skin. You nodded desperately as your slick started coming out of you in gushes.

"Mhm— I didn't— I didn't mean to like your scent that much, I'm sorry—" You apologized, even if you didn't regret your actions. He shook his head, his teeth coming to nip your earlobe as he ran his hands over your sides, his heat transferring to your body.

"Shh, it's okay, I'm not mad…" You whined when a cramp hit you in your belly. Having an Alpha on top of you, the one you have been craving the most, was making you go a little feral than usual. The one Alpha you had been closest to for the past months. He pulled away to look down at you, seeing how worked up you were, and fuck, he loved seeing you like this. Finally, in his arms, like he always pretended he didn't want.

"Johnny, I need— You don't have to—" You could barely talk, you could barely think, but you knew there was a line. You knew that whatever happened after this would change your life entirely, as well as his. The problem was, Johnny didn't commit. You knew about his reputation. You knew about his night rounds.

"But I want to." He confessed, and you whined, wanting to believe it, wanting to have him, but you didn't know how you would be after he helped you with your heat. He could move on to the next Omega without sparing a second glance your way.

"I won't— I won't be able to forget… I— I will be ruined…"

Those words made something inside him twist. He had been with Omegas before, but they were always flirty, salacious, trying to get his knot with sweet and enchanting words. He had knotted a few, but he never felt a connection whatsoever. He never found someone interesting, but then, you came.

You caught his attention, even if in a bad way, you still had his eyes on you. He never looked twice at the same person, but you were different. You were so different. You never tried to seduce him. You never tried to be sexy for him. You always played the part with your bantering, talking back to him, shoving the magazines you were in in his face.

And he secretly loved it. He had all your magazines in his drawer, and he had dedicated many nights with his own hand to you. He wanted to ruin you, like he ruined the pages of those magazines you were in. He wanted to ruin you for everyone else. He wanted to mark you. He wanted you to be his and only his. He always did.

"Then let me ruin you." Flames extended on his back as he leaned down to take your lips with his. He kissed you desperately, wantonly, as if you were the oxygen that would keep him alive. You moaned into the kiss, holding onto his sides, making sure not to touch his back and burn yourself.

He concentrated on putting the flames out, succeeding with just luck, his hips rutting against yours, feeling the dampness coating the hard bulge in his pants. Your arms moved to wrap around his shoulders as the kiss intensified, purring into his mouth with delight. He tasted like everything you thought he would. Like roasted marshmallows.

You didn't want Johnny to be an Alpha you craved. It was unexpected, and you were taken aback by that. You thought that maybe playing his game, you would grow to despise him, too. You would learn not to look. You would learn not to smell the room he was in, trying to etch his scent in your system. Futile. You knew it was when you found the basket of dirty clothes while Herbie was loading the washer. The moment you saw the robot look away, your hand stretched out and gripped those boxers without a thought.

You smuggled those while Reed got you clothes from the group without them noticing. They thought they got lost in the washer, or Herbie did, but they were in fact in the comfort of your home. At the top of your bed. Whenever you came home, you shamefully rubbed your nose onto it, the comfort washing over you instantly.

You couldn't bother to feel disgusting, not when his scent gave you the calmness you needed to survive your days. And now, he was on top of you, kissing you fervently, burning intensely all over. You could feel his hands warming the sides of your body as they roamed freely, and you couldn't help the purrs vibrating in your throat.

He moaned into your mouth, his cock starting to strain in his pants, aching to come out. It was weird to feel you so hot under his fingertips. Even when he stood close to you, you felt cool; the air around you was cold. Now, you were burning up in a good way. In a way, he could fix.

His hips rutted against yours as he licked your bottom lip, and you let his tongue slip in to dance against yours. Your arms pulled him closer as you hugged him around his shoulders, your legs wrapping around his waist to push him harder against you. You could feel your belly turning, pussy clenching around absolutely nothing as your clit was rubbed perfectly, thanks to the friction.

You tasted so good. Perfect. Just like your natural scent. That hidden scent he could always smell in the background, mistaking it for a perfume. His hands came up to cradle your face, his hips starting to move harder, faster, dry humping in a way that was making the two of you see stars. It felt right. It felt so good.

Your heat was starting to control your body, your impulses. You wanted more. Your nails gripped the back of his shirt, pulling on it desperately. He pulled away, breathlessly, kneeling up between your legs, and he threw a hand back to grab onto the shirt, taking it off with one movement.

He was sculpted, and he looked gorgeous as you saw his eyes shining for a second as he took a look at your body. You looked disheveled, and the only thing he had done was kiss you stupid and dry hump you. His hand gripped your tank top, bunching it up in his fist. He smirked at your surprised face, and then the smell of fabric burning. He burnt it just enough to be able to rip it apart from your body, even the straps.

Your body jerked at the sensation, moaning at the dominance of the Alpha before you. Your eyes sparkled with need, tears of pleasure and desperation starting to form in your waterline. His eyes scanned your exposed chest, braless, and he felt the tip of his cock ache, so he grabbed his belt, undoing it quickly with a groan and throwing it to the side. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, a sigh of satisfaction leaving his lips.

"I can barely contain myself…" He moaned out as he leaned back down, his lips coming to kiss your collarbone, tasting your sweat on his tongue. He quickly pecked down, kissing the top of your left breast, before taking your nipple into his mouth. You gasped, jerking your body up into him, your back arching as you felt his tongue around you. It was hot, as if melted wax was being poured on your sensitive bud.

"Don't— God, please don't—" You begged. You didn't want him to hold back at all. He tutted against your nipple, his teeth coming to nibble against it, giving it a pull, making you gasp.

"Hold on, Omega."

"No, no, please— It hurts, I need it—" You tried again, your mouth now mumbling things you didn't mean to say. Things you didn't think through. He growled at you, and suddenly you felt your legs burning, making you cry out, spreading them away from him.

"You want me to be rough?" You nodded desperately, and he tilted his head to the side, kneeling up again, separating himself from you. You whined at the loss of touch, but then your eyes widened as your entire room lit up, and he ignited in flames from the waist up. Your mind just kept going and going:

Alpha, Alpha, Alpha.

A perfect one. To keep you safe. To give you a nest. To give you everything you wanted.

His hands stopped their flames, gripping your leggings as well as your underwear, and he suddenly pulled harshly, making you hold onto your sheets below you so you wouldn't be pulled as well. Your clothes were taken off roughly, and finally, you could feel a bit of cold air hit your skin. Cold air was replaced by the extreme heat that Johnny was producing in the room.

You felt suffocated, but it felt good. So good. Your legs spread for him again, trying to present yourself to the Alpha before you. His eyes fell to your can, which was dripping from your slick and going down onto the mattress. His mouth watered, his panting increased as his teeth hurt once again with the need for his fangs to come out.

He carefully moved down, his flames slowly starting to go out the lower he got to the mattress. His arms were now back to normal, wrapped around your thighs as his face got closer to your center. You could feel the extreme heat coming on your cunt, his head still engulfed in flames, looking up at you with burning irises and pupils. You were breathing heavily, looking down, begging at him with your eyes as you clenched around nothing.

His flames finally got put out completely, and his face dipped down to lick a long stripe along your folds. Your back arched as your hands gripped the sheets below you. A loud relieved moan escaped you, his tongue burning you in the most delicious of ways. He growled at the taste of your slick, and when he sucked on your clit he knew he was the one who got ruined.

What a turn of events. He now knew there wouldn't be anyone else like you. No one could look like you. No one could taste like you. No one could compare to you at all. Fuck, your slick was cold. He thought he felt it burning his crotch before, but now it was cold. It felt so fucking good. The contrast of his heat with your coolness was making his tip leak with precum.

His fingers dug into your thighs, making sure to leave his digits marked on you. You were probably getting third-degree burns with them, but they felt too good to say something about it. He ate you out like a man starved. You could hear him slurping on you, kissing your clit, and his moans vibrating into your cunt. Your belly turned as it complained for more. You were so greedy, but you couldn't help yourself.

"M—More… Please, more, Johnny…" You quietly begged, and he sneered a bit, pulling out of your cunt, getting a hand between your legs, teasingly pressing his fingers through your hold, but not pushing in.

"Not what I want to hear." You whined, moving your hips against him, and he growled, his teeth coming to bite on your left inner thigh. You cried out, your hand coming to grip his head to push him away. His eyes were sharp, challenging. You gulped, nodding with understanding.

"More, Alpha… Please…"

"Atta girl." He pressed his middle and ring fingers in, slowly. You threw your head back into the pillow as your pussy fluttered around him. He moaned as he saw the slick just coming out of you in gushes as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, hearing the squelch of your juices against him. "So wet… So ready for your Alpha, aren't you?"

His mind was clouded now. He was forgetting who he was, and if there was anyone else in this world besides you and him. He just wanted to pleasure you. He wanted to hear you call for him, need him, and he wanted to make you his. Just his. You nodded, soft 'uh-huhs' leaving your mouth as you couldn't even think, because his tongue was back on your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

He flicked it in rapid movements with his hand, and he frowned a bit as he felt you flutter around his fingers, but also felt as if a shock of cold was sent through his hand. He paid it no mind a second later when you gripped his hair, pushing him further into you. He complied, of course. His fingers sped up, making you moan louder as your body showed him how thankful it was for what he was doing to you.

"Oh, fuck—" Tears ran down the sides of your face, drool started pooling on the side of your mouth, and you felt your body shaking slightly at each thrust, at each flick. His fingers curled inside of you, and your back arched as your spongy part was hit suddenly. He chuckled triumphantly into your cunt as he felt your reaction.

His mouth latched onto your clit, his tongue flicking it as he looked up at your reactions, his hips rutting into the mattress looking for friction. He needed to get you ready for him. He needed you to take him properly and not hurt in the process. He didn't want his Omega to be in pain.

His Omega?

"Alpha!" Your pussy fluttered around him the moment he got his index finger in, now three fingers deep inside of you. He moaned as he kept your right thigh separated from his face, keeping you spread. You panted, jagged breaths coming out of you as your body jerked a few times, feeling your belly cramp every three seconds.

"Cum." He mumbled into your pussy, desperate to taste your climax. You gasped on a choked-up moan, your mouth opening in a silent 'O' as you furrowed your eyebrows at the feeling, staring at the ceiling. You were seeing white as you clenched tightly around his fingers, his tongue flicking your clit as he relentlessly thrusted in and out of you, abusing your g-spot.

Your slick covered his entire hand, then his wrist, because it was coming out like a waterfall on him. It was exquisite. You were amazing. Your hand was gripping his hair forcefully, and for the first time ever, he didn't care if he went bald. Not if it was you the one who ripped his hair out. He would be proud to know it was because he gave you this pleasure no one else could.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you as he felt you unclench, your body relaxing back into the mattress. He gave a few kitten licks to your clit, making you jerk your hips at him. He dipped down, licking your juices and drinking them up with delight. Fuck. He straightened up, licking his fingers clean, and you watched through teary eyes, half lidded, your chest moving up and down as you came down from your high.

His pupils dilated as his cock twitched. The fire inside him ignited, worse than before. His eyes fell on you, splayed out like that in front of him. He never felt like this. Never this feral. This animalistic. He now knew the reason, as your arms reached up for him, begging him to go back to you.

Yeah, you are his Omega.

He stood up from the bed, making sure again not to disrupt your nest, and he took his pants off as quickly as he could. Then, his boxers followed. At that, you sat up, your nose flaring as you saw the precum stain that was perfectly shown on the blue fabric. You gulped, licking your lips as your Omega purred with need. He tilted his head, lifting his boxers up to your face.

"Want them?" You nodded up at him, kneeling up in front of him. Your hand moved to grab onto the boxers, and he continued before letting go, "Show your Alpha what you did with the ones you stole."

You licked your lips, looking down at the hard, aching cock that was in front of you. Your eyes became heart-shaped as drool pooled in your mouth. Without noticing, you had started to lean forward, your tongue lolling out to have a lick at it. You were stopped by a hand coming to grip your chin, your eyes jerking open as heat invaded the room again, the temperature rising alarmingly.

His upper body was engulfed in flames again, except for the hand holding your chin. He leaned close to your face, and even if you knew you were going to burn, you felt the need to lick him. To feel those burning lips against yours.

"Show me." You hummed as he let go of your cheeks, and you immediately put his boxers into your nose, inhaling the damp patch with a moan. He smelled good, making you purr into the fabric. You felt his hand grab onto your head, and you looked up at him with needy eyes that made his body tremble.

You took your tongue out and you licked the wet spot on it. You tasted the precum on your tongue, even if it was just a bit. It made your pussy clench around nothing, your belly sending a shock through your body as goosebumps rose from your skin.

"Alpha…" His chest was on fire, and he could hardly control it. He guided your head towards his cock, and your eyes widened, gripping it with your free hand, feeling the girth of it around your fingers. You whimpered at the feeling of it, tongue licking the tip of it, taking that little bead of precum into your mouth.

You tasted it, delighted yourself in it, closing your eyes in ecstasy. Johnny was losing his mind. He had to try to calm down before he sets your house on fire, and the entire building with it. If only he had known that this was going to happen, he would have done this in his fireproof room.

But when you took his cock into your mouth, he felt himself go crazy. He never had this problem before. He never had to worry about his flames, because he could control them. But not here. Not with you. His cock felt like it was burning, and he tried to pull your head back, afraid he was going to cause pain to you.

And then, he felt it.

Cold.

Your mouth was cold. He jerked his hips involuntarily against you, and he looked down to see your eyes being engulfed in that light blue sparkle whenever you used your power. How? Shit, he couldn't think of the reason for it, because you started bobbing your head back and forth, slurping on his dick as if it were the most delicious thing you've ever tasted.

"Fuck—" He moaned as his flames started to dim, his body steaming up as he came back to normal. He rolled his head around his shoulders as he felt your tongue licking all over his dick. He was twitching and he could feel his abdomen contracting with need. He won't be able to enjoy this much longer. He couldn't. There was no time.

He grabbed your head, pulling it back, his cock coming out of your mouth with a 'Pop!'. Drool dripped down your chin as you looked up at him. Your eyes turned back to normal, and you probably didn't even realize what you did to him. He leaned down to take your lips with his, tasting himself, and normally, he wouldn't do it, but fuck, he couldn't control his body at all with you.

You moaned into his mouth, but your own need was clawing at you. You pulled away, moving to put his pair of boxers at the top of your nest, right next to the old ones. You tucked them nicely, and Johnny's chest rumbled with pride at seeing you take care of your nest. You were such a good Omega. So perfect. A perfect match for him.

"Johnny, please— Lay down…" Your request surprised him, but he wasn't going to complain. He wanted to ravish you, and he could do that on top, but it seemed that you needed something else.

He followed the instructions, and you moved so he could lie down on the bed. You straddled him, his hands coming to rest on your hips. He never thought he would be in this position, at least not with you, and much less sexually. Even if he had imagined it many times, the thought of sleeping with another Alpha wasn't much to his liking. But you weren't one.

So he could enjoy this.

Your cunt rubbed against his cock, lubing it up with your own slick. Your head rolled over your shoulders as you sighed, loving the warm feeling that was coming out of him. He gulped heavily, trying to contain himself from lifting you up and slamming his cock inside of you with one thrust. He saw your hands coming to scratch at his chest, and he winced, seeing your eyes turn into a bright light blue for a second, and his body jerked a bit as a cold shock ran through his entire spine.

Your body got in between your bodies, gripping his cock and guiding his cock to your dripping pussy. You bit your bottom lip and threw your head back as you slowly sank down on him. You choked on your moans as he filled you up, and Johnny's veins were about to pop from how much blood was flowing throughout his body. His neck was bright red, his fingertips dug into your hips, probably scratching some of your skin off, but you didn't care.

"Oh fuck…" He cursed out loud, and you couldn't control your body as it slammed itself down onto him, hips crushing into his. Your eyes widened as you cried out, feeling him in the deepest part of you. You could almost feel him in your throat. He yelled your name for the first time in the night, and a shiver ran down your spine, making you flutter around his entire length.

You rolled your hips to adjust to him, sighing with delight as you made a perfect O against his pelvis. He felt so good. He felt so perfect. You hoped he felt the same way about you. You wanted to be unforgettable to him. You wanted him to choose you. To want you.

He cursed under his breath, trying to keep his eyes open to look at the way you moved on top of him. He felt his fingertips burning, and he moved them away from you for a second, feeling like he was gonna burst into flames at any second and hurt you. But fuck, he could barely hold on to a thread of rationality. It's been a while since he had been intimate, much more knotted someone. So forgive him for becoming a little feral at this turn of events.

Your hands slammed on his chest, and you finally started moving up, to then thrust back down on him. Your wetness fell all over the shaft and down to the base, and the squelching sound was loud, ringing into his ears. His hands came back to grip your hips once he felt his fingertips cooling a bit, guiding you up and down as groans escaped his lips.

You started picking up a pace, your instincts taking over, your eyes glazing over as you looked up at the ceiling. You began to mumble between your moans as the tip of his cock hit you just right, over and over. Johnny was choking on his spit as he let you use him the way you wanted, the way you needed.

"Alpha, Alpha, Alpha—" You kept saying it, you kept crying it out, and his fingers started to brand into your skin. Literally. You were barely feeling it, he knew it, your mind too gone to realize what was happening to him.

"You feel so good, shit—" He moaned your name again, and your hips circled against him once more as you slammed down on his hips. Your eyes found his, and you smiled with drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth, a hint of blue shining in your eyes.

"Johnny, baby…" Oh, you shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have used a pet name on him. He planted his feet on the bed, raising his hips up, and his eyes turned bright orange, flames filling them as he started thrusting in a rough and hard manner, making you bounce on him as your mouth fell open. Your eyebrows furrowed as the pleasure took over you, your pussy fluttering around him.

There was the smell of something else, something mingling between both of your scents. Something was burning, and it wasn't his musk. It was actual fabric burning. But he didn't stop. He didn't stop his thrusts, and you were holding yourself against his chest as you looked down at him. He felt scorching hot under your fingertips, his teeth bared at you as he growled in pleasure.

"This is what you wanted, Omega?" You nodded pathetically as he relentlessly railed into you, taking whatever he wanted from you as your belly turned in pleasure and your skin started to grow goosebumps. He gave a particular harsh thrust, making you snap out for a second. "Answer."

"Yes! Yes!" He was being selfish; he knew this, but he couldn't help himself.

"And just me, right? You just wanted me." It wasn't a question. And you couldn't deny it, not now. So you nodded again, mumbling out as best as you could.

"Yes, just you, Alpha. Just you, Johnny." He stopped his movements and quickly sat up, his arms engulfing you completely. His nose flared, and he looked over his shoulder as you tried rolling your hips against him. He growled, but his eyes widened, seeing the shape of his back and head imprinted onto the pillow and mattress. He burned so much that he branded himself into your nest.

Fucking great.

He flipped the two of you over, slamming you against the mattress, and you could feel how warm it was underneath you. You were too cock drunk to care. Feeling way too good to even think of how dangerous all of this was.

Either way, he didn't even give you a second, that he was holding onto the back of your knees, spreading you wide open so he could continue ravishing you. You could barely hold on to your own thoughts, becoming animalistic as you cried for him. You could feel a lot of emotions rushing over you, and something you couldn't pinpoint.

And Johnny wasn't thinking clearly anymore. He could feel himself getting close, the threat of his knot expanding rather close. This was a mistake. He was going to hurt you. Fuck, he was going to burn you alive. But he couldn't stop himself. This never happened to him, but he could feel it. He will burst into flames, his entire body.

He kept moving, hearing your sweet moans, only driving him even more insane. His eyes never turned back to normal, and that was a bad sign. He trembled all over as he tried to gain control of himself again, but he couldn't. He had to stop, but he didn't want to. He growled at himself as he started going harder, snapping his hips against yours, making you jerk into the bed.

"I— Princess, I'm going to hurt you— I have to stop!" He didn't want to, not even when you whined loudly, your eyes widening as your arms wrapped around his body. You shook your head, tears forming as he kept moving.

"N-No! Please, Alpha, I need it!" You begged, and he closed his eyes tightly, and your pussy started clenching around him, not letting him move that much. He felt his stomach turning, his climax close, and his heart was slowly gaining more and more temperature.

"I will hurt you! I will burn you alive!" And you shook your head desperately, your legs wrapping around his waist so he wouldn't leave. Fuck. You were too cock drunk. You were insane. He was insane. And he was close. He was so fucking close.

His knot started to enlarge at the base, starting to slip in and out of you, and you were moaning desperately, purrs escaping you, and he was breathing heavily as his heart was coming out of his mouth. You gasped, clenching your eyes tightly for a second, and your orgasm hit you.

"Alpha!" And your pussy clenched tightly, and he couldn't hold back. His knot hit inside, enlarging and locking himself into you as he started cumming. He was burning up, and this was it. He looked down at you with a worried frown, and flames started to slowly engulf his body, your arms and legs covering them. He was going to burn you alive, and he couldn't stop it. Panic rose inside of him—

And then you opened your eyes.

Light blue bright spheres looking back at him, and then he felt the cold. You froze over as you came, intense bursts of steam filling the entirety of the room, your body turning into a bright blue, the same color as ice. He moaned your name as he felt relief, and then he felt you milking him, making him cum one more time inside of you. You were his counterpart. You were the perfect match for him, despite being completely opposites.

There was a smell of burnt fabric, of humidity thanks to the steam, and obviously the scent of pure and obscene sex. He finally calmed down, his flames slowly disappearing from his body, and his eyes returned to their normal blue hue as he looked down at you, his breath hitting your face. You matched his breaths, your eyes returning to their natural color as well, and your body turned back to normal.

There was silence, water all over your bodies thanks to the steam, and probably some sweat. You didn't think you would gain your power back while in heat, but it seems as if your Omega knew it had to match Johnny's Alpha. You looked at one another, nervously, unsure.

And then the fire alarm started going crazy.

You groaned loudly as you shot an icicle its way, breaking it completely. Johnny turned to look over his shoulder, and then back at you. He didn't know what to say for a second, licking his lips and gulping.

"So, uh… That— Yeah, that happened." He cringed at what he just said. He had his knot deep inside of you, and that was the best he could come up with? Johnny was rarely ever speechless, but you made him nervous. Another first.

"I— Yeah…" He could see your embarrassment, looking around the room and wincing as you saw some burnt walls, but then sighing with relief as all the clothes in the nest were safe, without suffering any harm from both of you.

His eyes inspected you, and he knew that there was never going to be an Omega that could match him. You were the perfect one. You could handle him in every single way possible. No other Omega would have survived him if he had gone feral with them, but you… He wasn't going to let you go. No. And he would court you.

"You know that I loved every second of it, right?" You didn't know how much you needed to hear that, your eyes turning to look at him. Blue irises that were honest, filled with emotion. Long gone was the dislike he had for you. "I only disliked you… because I wanted you."

Your eyes widened when you heard that. You were confused because it wouldn't make sense. You were not acting like an Omega, so—

"But I had the Alpha scent blocker…"

"I know, I know, that's the problem. I wanted an Alpha. I wanted to protect an Alpha, and that— That was bullshit, because princess, you have been taking every single sponsorship out of my hands, and that made me mad too." You stared at the man before you, and you couldn't help the laughter that escaped you, actual cackles as he looked at you, completely offended. "I'm being serious here!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry— I shouldn't laugh—" He growled at you, but a smile displayed on his lips, coming to place a kiss on your cheek. That made you calm down, a smile staying on your face.

"Maybe now you can move to the headquarters… With me." His lips trailed down to your neck, and you could feel yourself purring at the affection. His hands ran all over your body as you held onto him around his shoulders. "My bedroom is fireproof… Furniture included."

"How convenient…" You sighed out, and he pulled away to look down at you. He stared around the nest, smiling.

"Of course, moving your nest too." You smiled, nodding at him. His lips pecked yours in a sweet kiss, and electric shocks ran down both of your bodies. He pulled away, and his nose kept touching yours, not really separating from you. "Deal?"

"Deal." You were happy. You had a good feeling about this. You had visions of what it would be like to live your days with an Alpha like Johnny. Challenging, but happy nonetheless. He stared at you for a moment, and then he straightened up slightly, becoming a little more serious.

"Okay, but hear me out— How about you include me in that refrigerator commercial?" You frowned, mouth opening.

"Johnny, you are literally fire! What does that have to do with refrigerators? Also, that's my sponsor!" He groaned loudly and shook his head.

"Don't remind me, BUT THINK ABOUT IT! You could be presenting the newest model, you open the fridge door, and BAM, I'm there, steaming up, and I go, 'It could even cool me down!'" He smiled down at you, eyes sparkling with emotion, goofiness. This was the Alpha you were choosing.

"… That's actually not a bad idea."

"Told you."

end

he’s managed to adapt to the feeling in his long life. but some days it feels impossible to not just sink his teeth into some human or demon alike. he’s fucked countless of demons and humans, with no remorse or compassion. they’re pawns for his pleasure, nothing more but a means to an end. and that end meant immediate death after use.

but his assistant chemist, still a human, is an interesting mortal he keeps isolated in the vast expanse of the infinity castle. you’re knowledgable and currently pledging a misguided loyalty to the demon king after ‘sparing’ your family from a deadly fate by another demon.

he recognized your potential and skill, having heard word from akaza and confirmation from kokushibo. it didn’t take him long to stage a near-disaster to assure you’d work diligently for him, willingly. obviously, everyone is a means to an end for him. means to an end— that end being the succession of the blue spider lily in his grasp. countless of pawns for his singular victory.

you left your home on your own decision, believing you had to serve him to pay back a legendary debt.

. . .

(or something like that idk LOL)

you claw desperately at the tatami floor, nails digging in the thrown mattress of the futon. you scream for your life and sanity as muzan takes you with sharp intent. he’s used his authority, twisting your head and manipulating you to want this.

to breed you, fill you up with his seed, and primally mark you as his. his teeth grit and throat roars in frustration at your squirming. with an impatient grasp, he pins your hands to the floor, spare hand pressing a hard grip to your hips, keeping them planted onto the tatami below.

“take it, woman!” muzan scowls, his hips harshly slamming against your ass, flesh reddened and bruised. he sinks his teeth forcefully into your neck, plummeting his cock deep inside you as far as you can fit it.

muzan is frustrated, every grind of his teeth proof of his irritation. he pays no mind to your high pitched cries, continuing to thrust in relentlessly. tip of his cock ruthlessly battering against your cervix, making you go absolutely dumb.

how long have you two been at this? it’s hard to tell time. but you’re sure it’s been hours. and the demon king is not even close to being sated and finished with you. inhuman stamina depleting your very much human, limited energy. if anything, it only heightened muzan’s lust, strategically planning to fuck you until you were too weak to protest.

you were, indeed, the best cunt he’s had in ages. muzan reeled in the delicious sensation of you clenching and fluttering around him— a sensation he had grown accustomed to during his long, immortal life. you were tighter, warmer, cries of pleasure only stirring the beast within him.

he groans, feeling the way your walls spasmed around his girth as muzan pushed in further, stretching you with a sting. he knew he was being too demanding, too rough. but all that mattered was the sensation of your body gripping him like a vice, like a lifeline.

“yessss…” he seethes in between his fangs. he changes the angle, hooking his forearm underneath your neck, nearly strangling you. this adjustment allows him to bury himself further, to leave you with no autonomy to run. you bite into the flesh of his forearm, the noises spilling out of your lips now muffled in the headlock position.

the new position hurts. pleasure so good it’s like the sparks of fire on skin but it’s inside your core instead. the sensation flickers between agony and ecstasy, keeping you on a tightrope. you sob out his honorific name, biting into the lean sinew of his forearm.

muzan grits through clenched fangs as he feels your teeth sink into his arm, human teeth barely even managing to pierce through skin. nonetheless, the light pain only serves to spur muzan on, pelvis snapping against the bubbly flesh of your ass with renewed vigor.

he bites down near your collar, drawing the slightest trickle of blood. at the sight, muzan lets out a sound of satisfaction, grinding his cock deep in you, length stirring up your insides and rearranging your guts. you can feel him from your fucking heart. you cry out, ready to explode at any moment.

he notices in an instant— voice excessively deep and guttural. “fuck. you’re gonna take my s-seed…” a guttural sound of primal, pure male satisfaction fills his senses. muzan’s balls tighten, swelling with impending release. “going to fucking breed you,” he growls in your ear, hips moving at an inhuman speed.

his pinkish eyes, tinged with a red hue, seem to glow and intensify in the yellow light of the infinity castle. every lewd squelch of your pussy reverberates through the tatami-lined room, papers thin enough to let passing demons hear. your head feels hazy, legs quivering.

that hot, rope-tight feeling has you grasping on the futon, clawing for any purchase your weakening grip can maintain. your belly seems to spasm, inner muscles squeezing muzan, body practically begging for his seed— to be marked in the most primal way possible.

a piercing cry of his name shoots through his ears, the sound going straight to his cock, steadily bashing against depths you never knew existed in your body. he listens intently, huffing above your head, wafting in your scent. with a keening cry, muzan feels you tighten against him almost painfully.

your orgasm crashes down on you like lava erupting. every nerve ending in your body feels like it’s set on fire, muscles cramping and tensing as you freeze. screams rip from your throat, as his pace doesn’t alleviate any intensity of your peak at all. you soil his pelvis in heady release, the aroma of your slick and juices going straight through muzan’s nostrils.

your inner walls are a forced pressure on his throbbing length, coaxing him to finally release his potent release. your mouth falls open, cries and curses slipping from your lips as you feel his cock swell, filling your channel to the brim with his excessive release. “take it all. take it all, you whore…” he pants, a few shallow thrusts before he stills.

and even then he’s not finished. pulling back enough so just the tip of his cock remains and his release seeps out. and then muzan is pounding back into you again, pushing you beyond your limits, rendering you to a trembling mess. forehead veins popping with his exertion and urge to take.

muzan allows you the barest sliver of mercy, untwining his arm from your neck. both hands on your hips, pulling you back to meet every single deep thrust he makes, freely husking out your name. though it feels like he’s already spilled a truckload of his semen in you, the demon king is still stiff, face clearly not satisfied yet.

muzan bares his teeth, voice sounding almost formal if it wasn’t for the eerily sweet tone muzan frequently uses. “we aren’t done yet, my little chemist.” his hips crash with your pelvis in renewed vigor, lips curled into a predatory smile.

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bro im too tired to proofread ts GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY!!

idk guys i really needed to do more research on that alpha omega shyytttt i was too scared to write those terms directly bc 1. i haven’t been looking into omegaverse much 2. i don’t wanna make a mistake writing it

so i js took a little inspiration from this sukuna omegaverse fic i read (ill try to find the author who uploaded)

muzan is so fine bruh im tired of seeing slayers and demons fight like gawwwwdness

ayee req on my masterlist doe

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