#alpha will

he was in celebrinis house when one of his ruts broke earlier than it should. he left as soon as possible and got a text from aiden few hours later that mack presented. nobody thought will’s rut triggered it until weeks later when their first bond sickness started showing up.

and then aiden’s parents are away for weekend so he invites his friends over, so of course he invites his bestie will too, and mack’s with them downstairs, watching some horror movie, and he hates horror movies, so he’s curled in the corner of the couch, scared, and after one of another jump-scare movies, he feels a hand on his knee.

because will’s alpha couldn’t just sit there and do nothing while his omega is all scared and alone few inches away. the touch works like a spell, all the symptoms of mack’s bond sickness slowly fading away when will rubs his hand up and down his thigh for the rest of the movie.

they end up in the sloppiest make out session two hours later while everybody else play drink pong in the dining room. will melting into the couch with mack on his lap, heating, panting, getting wet, smelling like chocolate and vanilla and will feels so drunk on this he can’t really stop himself, so he eventually takes mack upstairs to kiss him for the rest of the night.

the courting starts. suddenly mack is more interesting than aiden whenever will visits them. eventually, will starts visiting mack instead of aiden sometimes. that’s when aiden understands.

That seemed to be an incorrect theory though.

Because when he met Will, alpha, blond, stupidly pretty, scent so mouthwatering and an incredible personality, his teeth started to ache again. He first thought maybe he had caries on his teeth, maybe he ate too much candy when he was a kid and it is paying off now. He doesn’t know. But his teeth fucking ache. It gets worse around Will, he has noticed that. But Mack can’t come up to Will and go “oh hey! my teeth ache so bad can I bite you?”

So he starts chewing on things again, the only difference is that this time, instead of bringing him relief, it just brings him desperation. An instinctual part of him knows that chewing on straws or hoodie strings is not what he wants. Will starts to notice then, how much Mack likes to bite onto things. He thinks it’s cute, until one day Mack confesses to him that his teeth truly ache and his gums are itchy and he might as well just die.

So Will takes the matter into his own hands. He searches and investigates about omega’s teething behavior, he finds many things, many things: in newly presented omegas is a normal occurrence, in omegas that had an oral fixation, in omegas that were pregnant, in unmated omegas that found someone attractive therefore his body telling them to bite and mark before someone else steals them.

Will knows then, what might be happening. He isn’t blind, he could be dumb but not blind. So he comes up to Mack one day, asks him about his teeth ache once again, Mack whines and tells Will it is getting worse. He shows him his forearms, filled with small indents of Mack’s teeth, some marks redder and more recent. Will carefully caress each mark, making Mack squirm in his place. And then looks up and says “do you wanna bite me instead?”

Mack thinks he died there. He doesn’t truly know because suddenly he is sinking his teeth into Will’s arms, and his omega is so happy and relaxed and his teeth stop aching so Mack doesn’t stop for a while really. Will just watches him, a small knowing smile on his face, it doesn’t hurt really, Mack’s fangs were small enough. When Mack finally stops, he looks over Will’s arms, looking at them with an awe expression. Mack notices his gums stopped itching, and that his teeth weren’t hurting anymore.

Will then huffs under his breath, and tells Mack he can do it whenever he needs it. It might be a mistake, because then Mack is always on him like a fucking leech, biting and marking and one day he even purred in pure bliss of sinking his teeth in Will’s skin. It became a common occurrence, a routine if you must. After every practice or game or even when Mack was just relaxed, he would bring one of Will’s arms on his mouth and bite.

mack laying quietly in bed, thrumming with need as he listens for will’s breathing to make sure the alpha’s asleep before slipping his fingers into his underwear and sliding them into his sopping cunt as he bites his lip to hold back all his noises. whining quietly in his throat as he rubs circles over his clit, the room quiet unless for the slick sounds of him working his fingers inside himself until he comes around them, cunt gushing all over the hotel sheets as he imagines will in between his thighs, whispering filth against his dripping folds.

it all comes to a head after a glorious away win that led the team to going out. mack has barely had anything to drink, too pent up to even think about relaxing, and as he and will stumble back to their hotel room, mack tucked under will’s arm, he’s already slicking up from the way the alpha’s scent envelopes him. they take turns getting ready for bed in the bathroom, foregoing their usual ritual of watching a movie when will claims he’s too tired. mack is secretly incredibly thankful, his fingers twitching to relieve the throbbing in his cunt.

when they settle down into bed, mack tries to wait as long as possible, to listen to the alpha’s breathing to make sure he’s asleep, but he’s too fucking desperate. it’s as if his fingers have a mind of their own, already slipping into his panties before he’s had the chance to realise it, a breathy whine slipping past his lips before he can contain it. will’s scent permeates the room, bergamot and pine, a sweet hint of caramel that mack wants to feel melting on his tongue.

mack chokes on a lungful as he slides two fingers inside of himself, too far gone to even realise how much noise he’s making, whining and whimpering as he pumps them in and out, his other hand coming to rub circles over his aching clit.

he doesn’t hear will’s bed creaking through the blood pumping in his ears, and he doesn’t realise the alpha is very much awake, and very much standing at the edge of mack’s bed, arms crossed and his lips pulled into a smirk.

what makes him stop is the sudden uptick in his best friend’s scent, suddenly so rich and so close. he opens his eyes, freezing in place when he finds will a mere few inches away, looking at mack like he wants to devour him.

when he catches mack looking back at him, will’s smirk widens, so alike a predator that’s just pinned their prey to the ground, no chance of them escaping. “look at you” the alpha croons, his heated gaze raving over mack’s body, stopping at his hips. “so fucking desperate that you’ll get off even when i’m right there.”

mack whimpers, looking away, making the alpha’s eyes turn sharper, his canines glinting in the faint moonlight seeping through gaps in the blinds.

will slowly climbs onto the bed, pinning mack in place with his gaze as he towers over him, making the omega feel impossibly small. “you think i don’t hear you everytime we share a room? fucking your fingers inside your dripping cunt and trying to hide your sweet little noises because you think i’m asleep and don’t wanna wake me up?” the alpha purrs as he bends over mack’s body, caging him in.

mack whines, feeling another wave of slick drip out of him from the alpha’s words, from the knowledge that will’s been listening to him get off all this time, pretending to be asleep just a few feet away.

the alpha’s nostrils flare, his eyes tracking the flush rising along mack’s cheeks almost predatorily as a low growl sounds deep from his chest. “and you didn’t even wait until you thought i was asleep tonight, didn’t even try to hide your sweet little noises. bet you were wishing i’d hear how fucking desperate you were and come take care of you, huh, sweetheart?” will cooes, condescendingly, lifting one of his hands from the mattress to place it on mack’s hip, the touch firm and possessive and so good, that mack can’t help but cry out, clenching around the fingers still buried inside his throbbing cunt.

the omega wants to speak, to tell will that he didn’t do it on purpose, that he was just too needy to think about anything but the ache for relief, but all that comes out is a pitiful keen, high in his throat and wanting.

the alpha’s grip on his hip tightens immediately, probably leaving bruises, as he bends down to press his lips against mack’s ear, voice a deep purr. “but don’t worry, baby, i’ll take care of you. i’ll get you creaming on my tongue and my cock over and over until i’m sure you’ll never even think about touching yourself again. i’ll ruin you for everyone and everything else, fuck you so good you’ll never be satisfied unless i’m the one between your thighs.”

heyyyyyy…i bring yall porn….

omega mack on his belly on the bed, on his elbows and knees, his wrists are tied together then tied round a couple of the metal rungs of the headboard. so all he can do is arch his back and wiggle his hips, desperately humping the air.

because he’s got the meanest alpha in the world. just the worst.

and will’s tied him up in their nest because - because will says he’s been a brat. which isn’t true. will is wrong and stupid.

it’s will’s fault really. if he hadn’t let mack get in this state to begin with then there wouldn’t be an issue. they’d fucked that morning. but mack had needed more, needed to sit on his knot for a while and will had sighed, told him he’d have to wait because they couldn’t be late to practice. which was fine, fair enough, but then he couldn’t be blamed for being so twitchy, shifting restlessly in the passenger seat of will’s bronco.

will had put a hand on his leg to still him. told him, 'you need to chill, mack'

but will's hand was on his thigh, his grip firm and his words were dismissive, so mack just felt himself getting wet.

he got his head in the game enough to get through practice but he was all jittery throughout it, bugging everyone with his overflowing energy and swinging mood. walking back to the changing rooms, will had scruffed him with a strong hand on the back of his neck.

'if we're going out for lunch with the guys, you seriously need to calm down, mack. you're pissing people off.'

mack scowled. 'this is your fault. if you'd just knotted me this morning-'

'now you're just being a brat. i'm your alpha. i decide when you get my knot. and only good omegas get it.'

that makes mack shut up... for now anyway. but it gets under his skin the way will intended it to. because mack wants to be good and he wants to prove he can be so he'll get will's knot later.

except at lunch he can't settle either. he tries, he really does, but will's next to him looking all handsome and smelling like sea salt and sage. and will is trying to fucking wind him up. he must be. because he keeps a hand on mack at all times. fingers glancing the back of his neck, thumbing over his scent gland and making macklin shiver. he traces the line of mack's spine, curls an arm over the back of his chair so when mack turns to face him, he's hit with a frontal assault of will's scent.

mack's vibrating in his seat. he's soooo horny. has been all day. and he just wants to relax, just wants will to knot him so he can go boneless, can empty out his head and replace it with will. will's body. will's scent. will's voice in his ear. his lips on mack's neck. teeth grazing over the mating bite will put there.

and so, really, it's will's fault that mack starts rubbing his thighs together under the table. it's will's fault his scent sweetens up, his arousal becoming obvious to everyone at the table.

someone makes a comment, 'oh my god, mack, control yourself, please.'

toff fake gags.

someone else gives the couple a look. like, do something about it, right here, i dare you.

'sorry, guys, we'll head out early. mack's been a brat all day.'

'no, i haven't,' mack says. 'i've not done anything!'

but will looks unimpressed. when they get home, that's when he strips mack of his clothes and gets him in their nest. that's when he ties him up. kneels next to him and jerks himself off until he's painting mack's lower back and ass with his cum. growling, 'if you weren't such a brat i wouldn't have to tie you up. but you can wait, can't you? show me you're good, mackie. i'll give you what you need when i decide you're ready for it. okay, pup?'

and mack nods his head, bowed between his shoulders, 'yeah, yes, alpha.'

and so he waits. he waits and his body needs it still but he waits. his nervous, restless jittering turns into the perpetual shifting of his hips against nothing. his pussy is wet and glistening, ready for his alpha to come back and take care of him. but he's got to wait. he will. even though will's mean, will is also right. it's his alpha's job to decide what he can and can't have. and mack trusts will to make the right decision for him.

he kind of floats there. in that strange detached space. feeling too much and numb at the same time. he thinks he might be crying. he's sniffling. he wants his alpha but he's too proud, wants to be good, so he won't call for him. he'll wait. it'll be so much better if he waits.

when he comes back to his body, it's because there are two big hands on his hips and a familiar scent filling the room. will's thumbs spread his cheeks. the heavy weight of will's dick taps up against his pussy, where his hole is dripping and fluttering, wanting, pretty and pink.

'that's it, good omega,' will murmurs, the head of his dick tucked into the hot, velvet heat of mack's hole. 'waited so nicely. so patient. i'll give it you now.'

macklin mewls, his eyes feel heavy, sleepy from the headspace he's been waiting in. all he feels is the sensation of will's cock being fed into him, inch-by-perfect-inch. 'alpha, need you, need-'

'shh, i know what you need, pup,' will hushes him. 'let alpha give you what you need.'

and he gives macklin exactly what he needs. fucks him with a hand pressing heavy on mack's spine, making his back arch so he can drive inside him in long, deep strokes. fucks him like that until mack is pulling uselessly at the knots around the headboard. until he's crying on will's dick, saying sorry, alpha, sorry.

'what're you sorry for, mackie?'

mack's words are slurred, pressed into the pillow. ''cause you know best. should've listened.'

'it's okay, pup, i forgive you,' will pants. he's standing tall on his knees over mack's body, looking down at the drag of his cock out of mack's pussy, where they're wet, where mack's pussy is frothing around the base of will's dick, creamy, and will's knot is swelling, ready to sink allllll the way into him. 'gonna give you what you need. make you a good omega, yeah?'

'yes! please, will. please, alpha, want to be good.'

and he gives mack his knot. at-fucking-last.

he might get twelve hours peace before mack's climbing over him again, insatiable, bratty, demanding more from him. will might just leave him tied up.