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if just having an alpha in his presence, his strong scent lingering in the room is already doing so many things to poor flynn, he can only imagine what the sweet scent of his heat must be doing to the alpha, be it his twin brother or not. the other is still an alpha and he is an omega, their bodies are obviously reacting to one another. though with flynn being in heat, it’s so much more difficult for him to control himself and the way his mind practically forgets the nest and his process of creating it, whetting it to the point of perfection until he feels like it’d be safe and comfortable enough for a little pup. for a pup that doesn’t even exist. and instead, his mind focuses on the fact that he wants to be knotted by an alpha, get knocked up by one and have a little pup (and that way all the effort he’d put into his nest wouldn’t go to waste).

and exactly because of that, flynn finds himself producing even more slick, nearly gushing when he feels strong hands gripping his waist, his feet stopping abruptly and a whimper falling from his lips. gabriel’s scent is stronger than ever, surrounding the younger twin and making him feel nearly intoxicated. he’s so close to him, nose pressing into the skin of his nape, hands on his waist and flynn tries to keep his head cool, act like it’s nothing even though it’s goddamn everything. his skin feels like it’s on fire from all the spots where gabriel is touching him, it’s most certainly not leaving him unbothered and it has him shuffling backwards. he presses into the man’s front, feeling the man towering over him as he feels something hard against the curve of his ass. a loud whimper falls from his parted lips and he can’t stop himself from pushing his hips back against his brother’s hard-on, the younger twin’s pretty panties soaked from his slick.

          “y-you know there i-is..” flynn is nearly embarrassed of how needy, desperate he sounds as his head lolls back against his twin’s chest, hips rutting back against him. what he’s asking is wrong, but he’s in heat and he has an alpha embracing him, surrounding him in his scent, how can he not  turn into a desperate, whimpering mess? “a knot. — i.. want a-a knot, n-need a knot.. please.”

      this... is not at all the reaction he was expecting. he feels it, the moment flynn moves back into his embrace enough to feel him, and his cock is throbbing just from the smallest amount of friction it creates. but then he’s actually seeking it; he can feel the way his twins hips move back further, trying to push against his arousal, and a soft hiss is exhaled against his skin as he does. he loses himself in it for a moment, in the rocking of his brother’s hips and the smell of his slick flooding the room ( and flynn’s panties, he’s pretty sure ). he gets lost enough to nip lightly at the younger’s nape, like he means to claim him, and maybe he does. which is frightening enough to spark a little sense back into his mind, past the lust, pheromone addled, haze. flynn’s words meet his ears then, along with the little whimpers he’s making, and gabriel looks down only to discover his arms have instinctively wrapped fully around the boy’s waist, as though he’s trying to keep him close. 

      “ f-flynn, i c-can’t... ” he breathes, and it’d be far more convincing if his voice weren’t filled with awe at the very idea, and his cock weren’t pulsing against his twin’s ass with the need to knot inside him. he’s sure by now that flynn can smell the alpha on him, and not the usual alpha scent. the scent that’s going to get them both in so much trouble if gabriel doesn’t get his head straight. but... god, he wants to help him. he does. he knows he’s going through hell, and he’d do anything for his brother. and he wants it for himself, too. it’s all he can think about right now... being inside of him, knotting him, filling his belly with his pup. “ w-we really... we really shouldn’t, ” he’s sounding less convinced by the moment, and more and more lost to the feeling of how right this could be.

alison was a little more than pissed at her dance friends right now. all of them had decided to go out to a bar for a couple drinks after their amazing win at their dance competition. but much to alison’s dismay, her friends had all gone off with some boys while alison was in the bathroom and she came back to an empty table and a couple texts. alison grumbles and makes her way out of the bar, stopping at the door to yank off her heels before she began her way back to her apartment. she absolutely hates walking home alone, especialy this late at night. call her overly cautious but she still firmly believed in the buddy system.

         thankfully none of her classmates are paying attention to them, all of them too hungry to care about ogling mr. black. any other time they have to be careful though, a glance that was longer than necessary could be noticed. as much as beau knows it’s wrong she can’t seem to find it within herself to care. he’s handsome and sweet and he cares for her, much better than any boy in her grade could do. they are nearing the front and beau is clutching her lunch tray, trying to keep her face neutral. but his roaming hands are making that very difficult, her cheeks completely flushed. facing the lunch lady she smiles, holding out her tray. “t-turkey sandwich please.” her voice falters just the slightest, she hopes he doesn’t notice. the girl couldn’t care less about her lunch right now, especially when he’s so close to giving her what she wants. 

judah shuts his laptop as gabriel moves towards him, humming happily as he’s picked up by the other. he nuzzles the man’s neck for a moment, getting his legs wrapped securely around gabriel’s waist. the brunette still feels bad about losing track of the time, as making dinner is one of his favourite things to do aside from baking. but maybe they can make a joint effort in the kitchen tonight as judah does enjoy that sometimes. even if gabriel isn’t the most skilled, judah enjoys him trying to help and he just likes the company that gabriel provides him. 

“i missed you too.” he replies, moving and pressing a gentle kiss to the other’s lips. “m’sorry there’s no dinner made up and ready to go. i got a little caught up with my reviews on my blog.”

      there’s a soft sigh that comes from gabriel the moment judah is in his arms, his whole body seeming to relax beneath his weight as though this is the exact thing he’d needed after a strenuous day. his baby’s body moulded against his own, weight in his arms and his smell-- god, he smells so heavenly that gabriel could cry. he tucks his face into his curls, just inhaling deep and long with his chest giving little throbs from how fucking much he loves this boy. 

“I-I don’t know what any of this means sir, you’re saying that it will stop whatever this is?..” He asked curiously, biting down on his bottom lip as he heard the dirty words slip out of Gabriel’s mouth. “My what? W-Well isn’t there anyone else that could do this that isn’t my teacher.” All the thoughts ceased though when Nate felt his pants being lowered to the floor and down around his ankles. “I don’t know what I want, I wanna go home- I want someone to tell me why this is happening and what my teacher is doing trying to shove his hands into my pants..” As if it was on instinct, the boy spread his legs out and attempted look behind him at what Gabe was doing. “Don’t-”

     as sam would relax into his seat, he’d look on with an amused smirk as the little brunette would settle herself between his legs, her pretty face looking right back at him with innocent doe eyes as she’d almost hesitantly brush along his thighs before leaning in to give him worship in the form of a small kiss against his bulge followed by the hasty undoing of his pants. “mmm, you really missed me, didn’t you?” he’d taunt, snickering as he’d adjust himself accordingly to help her along with removing his pants.

         he’s most definitely in heat and his nesting is no secret, not with the way he’s been running in and out of his room to fetch more blankets and pillows for his fort that his nature likes to call a nest. he feels a little silly, trying to turn his comfortable bed into a little nest for himself and for the little pup he wishes he’d be carrying. though the fact that there are no puppies whatsoever snuggled up inside his tummy, all cozy and safe in there, doesn’t stop flynn from trying to build a nest for himself and the said, imaginary pup ; it’s what his omega half is telling him to do. and besides, building a nest is something flynn prefers to be doing instead of whining pathetically and focusing on his urge to be knotted, thus hopefully end up with a little pup inside. his hormones are going crazy for sure and his body feels like it’s on overdrive, the omega half of him squirming with the need for an alpha’s presence (and knot!). he knows it’d all be so, so much easier for him if he had an alpha mate, though unfortunately the only alpha he knows of now, is his own brother. and that is taboo in more than one ways, making flynn feel guilty for stealing a few of gabriel’s shirts to have at least the scent of an alpha in his little nest ; the guilt and embarrassment growing profoundly when he finds himself producing even more slick at the scent of the familiar alpha, his body craving a knot that bad.

       so when the said familiar alpha strides into the bedroom, flynn lets out an involuntary whimper. loud one at that too. and then he blushes, blood rushing to his cheeks and he continues building his little nest, trying to seem unfazed of the sudden alpha presence in the room. “i, um.. — ‘m f-fine.”

      it isn’t until he steps a touch further into the room that gabriel begins to pick up his own scent. it isn’t unusual, of course, he lives here too. but what catches his attention is the way whiffs of it are coming from flynn’s nest in particular, and the scent of his little brother’s heat mixing with his scent is so intoxicating he gets entirely lost in it for a moment. no amount of knotting in his own hand will help remove it now that it’s latched in his nostrils and making him dizzy. pale hues scan the nest, coming to rest upon a few of his shirts neatly tucked into the pile, and beneath the lust ( and there’s a lot of lust ) he feels so fond for it. he recognises it’s likely because he’s the only available alpha -- that must be why, right? it’s not like flynn actually wants the nest to be theirs and for their pups. he has to shake himself from those thoughts, a dark, slippery slope, to remind himself that there aren’t any pups at all, especially not those that he’s fathered. 

      the whimper does things to gabriel’s cock that should be illegal ( they are ), and he decides for both their sakes that he needs to pretend he hasn’t noticed it. he moves up behind his brother, settling two hands on his waist to steady him and bring him to a stop, and before he can think twice, his nose is buried against the younger’s nape, inhaling deeply. once again he’s having to take a mental step back, make himself appear nonchalant about it all, and pray that flynn doesn’t choose to press back against him and feel the predicament happening in his pants. “ you don’t seem fine, darlin’. seem a bit... flustered. is there anything i can do to make this whole thing... easier for you? ” he'd experienced his first rut a few months back, but it’d gone much easier on him than any heat would an omega. he spent his time sleeping with anyone willing, omega or otherwise to ride it out, whereas he knows flynn can’t do that. if he were to let someone knot him right now, he’d be stuck being their mate for life and he’s too young for that. 

Kaleem had been planning this for quite some time now, get the boy into his grasp and take control. Of course the other knew him quite well by now given the fact that Josh was his intern and Kaleem himself was the CEO. Once he got the boy inside of the van he made sure that he squeezed at any patch of skin the boy could get his hands onto. At this point Kaleem just wanted every part of the other and he hoped one day Josh could see that. “Shh, sweetheart don’t be scared..” Kaleem cooed, tugging down his pants and taking note of the fact he was wearing panties and not boxers. “Someone likes the snug feel against their cock hm kitten?” Though he made quick work of getting those off as well and holding the boy close to him. Hearing the small cries only made him smirk. “Kitten look at me..” Kaleem whispered, cupping his cheek. “It’s just me, I’m not gonna hurt you love. Just going to take you home where you belong.”

“W-What does that even mean sir, what are you talking about it!” It was as if Gabe was speaking a foreign language to Nate and he had no idea what was going on. Once the other got out of the car, he noticed that he was quickly walking around to his side and opening the door. It was then that he was pulled out of the car by his nape and shoved against the door. “S-Sir, what-” the boy whined, squirming in the alpha’s grasp. It honestly felt weird having another human being trying to take advantage of him sexually. Letting out a tiny gasp, he suddenly felt the slick that was going on between his legs. “What’s happening to me…”

judah nods his head and gives matthew one last little kiss before he begins his walk to the kitchen. he adjusts the shirt he’s wearing before grabbing out his pastel blue apron and tying it up. he’s excited to try out his new cookie recipe and see if they really are as good as the website says. he begins to pull out the ingredients he needs, humming quietly as he moves around the kitchen. he  takes a moment to lean across the counter to place his phone into his docking system so he can put on a little music to help him bake.

By all means, Aiden was still in a blur about this kind of thing. Pregnancy was such an unknown thing to him seeing as he was the only child of his family and the only ‘sibling’ he really had was a family dog. Due to the age acceleration in dog years, the family dog had died around the age of when Aiden was fourteen. But still, Aiden really never had experience holding babies or taking care of them. Let alone really experience anyone being pregnant since a lot of his Aunt’s and Uncles who had children lived in different states. To say that Aiden was a fish in a barrel right now, was an understatement. But since Jade had most likely never ever been pregnant either, this was something they were experiencing together. That, was something in itself and Aiden was appreciative that Jade wanted to keep the baby. He was never really fond of the idea of abortion since he felt as if every newborn, or unborn baby, deserved a chance. Even if he’d have to tend to the baby himself as a single father, he’d try his damnest to do it. But with Jade all for keeping the baby, Aiden’s mind could be put at ease. Listening to Jade as she spoke up, Aiden had to shake himself out of a daze to focus on the moment and glance over at Jade. How she was stuttering her words and tearing up was heartbreaking and he wished that they were good tears. Because the last thing Aiden would want to do is ruin Jade’s life or risk her health because of a night in which they weren’t protected having sex. Granted yes, it was Aiden’s fault completely since he honestly hated how constricting condoms were. But it still had to be done. Just this time more than anytime else, he chose to not wear one when he should have wore one all along.

“I’m.. I’m alright, babe. This is just.. so new to me. I’ve never experienced this. I’ve never felt this. There’s so much to this that I’m so clueless to and reading all those books from the library can only prepare you for so much. You get a good idea mentally of what to expect, but that’s all it is at that time. A mental idea. But when you finally experience it, like now, it’s mind blowing and life changing. I’m just so.. so completely in awe of this and so proud that you and I are following through with this. I love you, Jade”. Feeling much more aware and focused on the task at hand as opposed to clouded mentally by everything else raging his thoughts, Aiden was happy. Not happy to the point of tears, at least not yet. When the baby would be delivered, he’d most likely cry a river and have to build a bridge just to get over himself. But right now, he was just awe inspired. Tilting his head in the direction of Jade’s palm on his cheek, Aiden closed his eyes to nuzzle his cheek against it. The comfort of that feeling and warmth of her body giving him so much strength right now to stay cool headed and composed. “Jade, that’s our baby. Two way-street, hun. I may have supplied the seed to grow this beautiful baby inside of you, but you’re supplying it the nutrients and vitamins it needs to grow healthy and progress through the trimesters. You’re doing so well, Jade. I’m so proud of you and us and everything that’s going on. We’re going to be such great parents, I can already see it now. I’m happy”.

      to begin with, jade couldn’t help but feel like this pregnancy was a mistake. she cursed herself ( and aiden ) for being so careless in their birth control, so very sure that this baby was going to ruin her life. she’d never wanted to be a mother -- god knows her only role model was an awful one -- she’d never wanted a family or the commitment that came with it, and the idea of depending on anyone frankly terrified her to her very core. she’d been a panicked mess, angry too, and she’d considered every available option. the concept of being pregnant sounded so unappealing back then, and to an extent it still does now. she’s grown to love this unborn little baby inside of her. she wants it more than anything in the world, but being pregnant is still a daunting prospect. the aches, the pains, the stretch marks. it’s all so much, and she’s nauseous and tired all the time -- not to mention as of late she’s been horny every moment of every day, but she feels so bloated and unattractive that she daren’t even pluck up the courage to initiate sex through fear of rejection. rationally she knows that aiden would never reject her, ever. and that her body is only going through these changes for their child, meaning he’ll love every inch of her through out. being rational hasn’t always been her greatest strength.

     sam willfully neglected the girl’s soft little voice as she answered his question, though the words did not go unnoticed. she missed him, which was good because he certainly missed her. ( at least, he had been looking forward to this moment all day. ) making his way into the lounge with his pet scrambling to keep up with him, he’d take a seat on one of the couches in the room and release his grip on her, hoping she would know her place and show how much she missed her master. be it through worshiping licks at his boot, or reverent kisses and brushes of the tongue against his prominent bulge, he expected her to treat his body as if it were a temple.

a dark chuckle passes from between the blonde’s lips, tighting the arm around her waist as she tries to kick his shins. the hand around her throat now moves up and covers her mouth to silence her for a moment. he moves them away from the table, pushing her up against the wall for a moment as he leans into her ear again. “keep talkin’ and i’ll fucking gag you.” he growls, rolling his hips forward against her ass, letting her feel his hard length confined behind denim. the arm around her waist moves and his fingers play with the waistband of her bottoms and panties before they’re slipping under the fabric and his fingers begins teasing at her folds. he lets out a small groan, cock twitching in his jeans before he rocks his hips forward again. “you can’t tell me you didn’t want this.” he breathes, teeth grazing against her neck as he continues to work his fingers against the girl’s heat. “leaving the window open this late at night like that? you were practically begging for me to finally take what i want.” 

he takes a moment to assess the kitchen, trying to find something to get her hands tied together and something in case he needs to get her quiet. “you ready to be a good girl for me or do i have to find something around here to stuff in that pretty little mouth?” he murmurs, smirk still tugging at his lips. he removed his hand from her panties, adjusting his grip on her as he moved to a drawer and grabbed out a roll of tape. 

he gets her turned around in his arms and begins to try and get her wrists taped together. “you know, struggling will only make this worse for you.” he muses, raising a brow.

      when he asks if she’s ready to be good, her immediate response is attempting to bite at his hand. because no, she is not going to take this quietly. she’s not going to take this at all. she’s going to fight and struggle and scream bloody murder if she’s given half the chance, and his hand is only barely managing to muffle the venom she’s attempting to spew that says just as much. she puts all her body weight into it, which really isn’t much, and she tugs and tugs and tugs, trying to get free of his arms to no avail. her teeth barely make contact with his palm, and she can’t get a good bite into it with all the struggling she’s doing, but she refuses to stop trying. 

      the moment his hand leaves her mouth, she’s hissing again, efforts redouble as she brings in a shaky lungful of air, desperately in need of the oxygen. “ no! no, i don’t. i don’t want this, stop. i won’t-- i won’t be good! you aren’t just... you aren’t going to get away with this. i’m n-not going to let you! ” she’s yelling again, even as she’s forced toward the drawer.