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Johnny was here. Standing in the middle of the busy coffee shop you worked at, looking down at you with that look that you could never read. His scent was as strong as ever, enough to knock you off your feet. Did he have to smell so good and also look like that? 

You hoped your own scent didn’t spike like your heartbeat did when you saw him walk in. He smelled so good, like a rainforest in the middle of summer. 

You remembered the first time you saw him, the first time you smelled him. Standing in front of the Neocity pack leaders, pleading for an open door, a new home. He had stared at you with a scrupulous eye, suspicious of your intentions. It wasn’t a secret that the Neocity pack was full of alphas. But there were more pressing matters at hand— you had to get away. 

Johnny had never seemed as affected by you as you felt by him. Your knees nearly buckled every time you were in his presence, and it was often that he barely gave you a passing glance. 

You weren’t even sure why he was here. You’d mentioned getting a job at the local coffee shop during the last pack meeting, earning a few supportive smiles. Mark and Jungwoo had come in earlier this week to see you, but in the short time in the city, you would consider them your closest friends. 

But Johnny? He didn’t seem interested in being anything more than your friendly next door neighbor. Or, at least he was friendly with everyone but you. You saw how he acted with the rest of the pack. All smiles and jokes and support. 

But with you… maybe you smelled bad to him or something. Why were you never on the receiving end of his silly dad jokes and supportive grins?

You stood behind the register, trying to lift your mouth into a customer service smile as he walked up to the counter. Your nerves were getting the better of you, but you held onto the register like it was your lifeline.

“Hi,” you said in a small voice, forgetting your rehearsed service lines. His presence was overwhelming. Sure, he was one of the three top alphas in the pack, which naturally made him more intimidating, but it was his physical presence that made you feel flushed and sweaty. You didn't even need to think about his power and authority. 

“Hey,” he offered a smile. You found it was quite pretty when it was directed at you.  “Could I get an Iced Americano?”

You nodded, plugging the order into the computer robotically. He paid for the drink with cash, and you prayed to the goddess he didn't notice your trembling hands or the way your fingers lingered against his. Every point of contact felt electrified to you. Your heat was coming in the next few weeks— it must be that. 

He seemed to pause as you passed the printed sticker and cup to your coworker.

“Uh, actually,” he spoke up, “I was wondering if you could make it?”

Your eyes went wide, trying to stutter out a response about being on register today. Why did he want you to make it? 

“Please?”

Johnny wasn’t the type of alpha who seemed like he was used to begging for anything. He asked nicely, the words soft, almost like he was trying hard to keep any hint of alpha command from them.  

You always wondered if alpha commands were even truly a thing, or if omegas just melted whenever the right alpha asked. You felt like you might do anything to make him happy, despite his typically cold demeanor toward you during your few interactions. 

Just as you called your coworker to return the cup, you heard the bell ring at the entrance. This was no unusual occurrence, but glancing up at the door sent your entire world spiraling in an instant. 

You couldn’t contain a gasp, lowering your face to hide from the unwelcome intruder. How was he even here?

“Y/N?” Johnny spoke. You knew your scent was spiking with fear as he asked, “Omega, what’s wrong?”

You quickly glanced up at him, your eyes wide. Johnny’s own eyes were full of alarm. 

The wheels in your brain were turning, searching for a solution before the alpha spotted you. You thought you were safe here. No one from your former pack even knew where you disappeared to. You didn’t think anyone, not even he would deign to follow you into the territory of such an alpha-populous city. 

You couldn’t go back. You were finally settling into a new routine, in a new space, and for the first time in your life, you had a small taste of freedom. The city was wonderful, the pack was great and even the standoffish alpha that didn’t seem to notice you was clearly concerned for you in the present moment.

Suddenly an idea sprouted in your head. You felt yourself getting lightheaded as you heard yourself speak. 

“I need you to scent me.”

Johnny looked like his brain malfunctioned, “What?”

You glanced over at the entrance where the man was still standing, looking around the coffee shop. He hasn't noticed you yet. 

“He’s here.”

Johnny looked over his shoulder, seeing the older man and immediately putting pieces together. He had been in your hearing, as you pleaded for sanctuary with his pack. He had heard the tale of why you had run away. Seeing that man, recognizing him, made his blood run cold. 

The alpha you had been auctioned off to in your former pack. 

“Johnny, please,” you pleaded in a hush, trying to return his attention to you. 

He looked back at you, his eyes calculating. Scenting you was probably the last thing he wanted to do, but it was the first solution you could think of that would get the other alpha to stay away from you. 

Scenting was laying a claim on someone, usually before mating. Scenting signaled that someone was taken, that someone was protected. It wasn’t always between lovers; sometimes scenting was done between friends, especially when preparing to go into large crowds or busy city streets. You’d only been scented a few times before, for concerts and festivals, your packmates ensuring you were spoken for before some random alpha got the wrong idea.

It wasn’t always an intimate thing. But it could be.

Your skin prickled at the thought of Johnny scenting you. Coating you in his woodsy scent and making sure everyone knew who you belonged to. Standing over you and laying claim. 

Scenting was the first solution you could think of, and even if it was a bad idea, your omega was much too interested in this option to think of any other ones.

You watched the gears turn in Johnny’s brain for a moment before he finally spoke.

“Come on,” he nodded his head toward the hallway leading to the store room. 

Didn't have to tell you twice. You heard yourself mumble something to your coworker about taking a break, before you followed Johnny discreetly before the alpha from your former pack could see you.

As you approached the small hallway to the backroom, he grasped your hand, covering your small palm with his large one, flooding you with warmth. 

You unlocked the storage room and flicked on the overhead light, before turning back to where Johnny had joined you in the small space. He towered over you, filling the space with his presence. You didn’t realize you’d been backing up until your shoulders hit the shelves behind you. Your hands were still connected and he gave you a squeeze. 

“Have you been scented before?” he asked, coming closer. You felt like you were being cornered by a predator but you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind. Not when it was him. A rush of excitement went through you and you suddenly couldn't think of anything else. 

“A few times,” you responded. “Sometimes, from a friend in my old pack, before concerts and things.”

Johnny said nothing, but his nostrils flared at the statement. His eyes asked for one last confirmation as he brushed your hair away from the side of your neck. The cool air made you flinch but the feeling was quickly replaced with the warmth of him stepping closer. 

You closed your eyes, nodding slightly as you took a deep breath, bracing for impact. He leaned in, ever so slowly at first, before lowering his lips to the side of your face. He pressed a kiss to your jaw, beginning to trail feathery kisses down your neck. 

He was taking his time, you noticed, warming you up instead of going straight for the kill. He hadn’t even reached the scent gland beneath your ear. You were already feeling overheated, what would the next few minutes bring?

You couldn’t help the gasp you let out when he pressed a kiss to your gland, letting his lips linger for a moment before he gripped your waist more firmly, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your gland, fully scenting you. 

Your eyes flew open at the feeling. You noticed his scent got heady as it began to mix with yours. You found yourself gripping onto his jacket, losing yourself in his ministrations. 

Was there ever a time you were this turned on outside of your heat cycle? Johnny licked languidly at your gland, wrapping his arms around you fully as you began to melt into the feeling. 

Just when you thought you might pass out from the overstimulation, he moved over to the other side of your neck, and you couldn’t hold back the whimper you’d been trying so hard to keep in. By the time it slipped out, it was a full on moan. 

As if spurred on by the sound, Johnny gripped you tighter, sucking a kiss into your gland like it was his only mission in life. It left you gasping for air, letting out more sounds than you meant to. 

Johnny was trying to devour you completely. Was this really the same alpha that gave you the stink eye in the elevator most days? 

With his arms wrapped around you, you let your hands roam over his clavicle, his shoulders, up into his hair. His brown locks felt just as soft and fluffy as you’d expected. 

By the time he finally let up and moved his mouth away from you, you were panting for breath. 

You always knew scenting could be a sensual experience but this? It had never felt like this before. 

When you caught Johnny’s eye, you noticed he was breathing heavily too. He bit his lip like he was trying to hold back from something. 

Gently, he reached for the hand tangled in his hair. You pulled back apologetically, but he grasped your wrist fully, shaking his head. He ran his thumb over the glands that resided there. 

He looked into your eyes as he lifted your wrist to his mouth. You could feel his breath across your palm just before he licked a long stripe down the inside of your wrist, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. 

“Should make sure you smell like me completely,” he mumbled before planting kisses across your gland. 

Your wrist glands had never been very sensitive but with his gentle movements, you almost jolted back, feeling incredibly overwhelmed. You knew you were shaking but it wasn’t from fear anymore. In fact, you couldn’t even remember what you were afraid of in the first place. 

Before Johnny moved to your other wrist, he twisted you around, letting your back fall into his chest. Your head fit so perfectly into the crook between his shoulder and neck, and you let yourself go limp as he supported you, letting his warmth engulf you.

He lapped at your other wrist, keeping his other arm securely around you. You watched his movements with awe.

You couldn’t tell how much time had passed since you’d come into the store room, but finally he was pulling away, placing one last kiss on the top of her hand. Despite him being finished, he didn’t let go of you. He was so close, you weren’t sure of where your scent ended and his began. 

“You alright?” Johnny asked, the first words to pass between you in the last few moments.

You peered up at his face and found Johnny looking like he was coming out of a fog. You felt the same. 

Anytime you had ever been scented, it was overwhelming, but this was something else. This was something you wanted to experience again and again. To experience forever. 

With that thought, everything was coming back to you suddenly. 

The alpha from your former pack was here, in this territory, in this very coffee shop. He’d tracked you down, and you couldn’t even imagine what he expected to gain from trespassing into foreign pack territory.

But Johnny was here, too, in this coffee shop, in this store room. He’d come in to see you, specifically, if his request to buy coffee specifically made from you was any indicator. You had barely had time to process all the implications of that before things had changed so suddenly. 

And then he’d scented you. Johnny . The alpha whose presence had consumed your thoughts since you’d arrived in the city. The alpha who had been opposed to your petition to join their pack. The alpha who was kind and funny one moment, cold and standoffish the next.

You looked up in his eyes, and found them to once again be a mystery. They held a look of concern, but what else was he feeling? Did he feel as overwhelmed as you? You assumed probably not, despite the shiver of hope that ran through you. Do you feel it too?

You looked away, nodding slightly, still trying to catch your breath. “Could we just stay here for another minute?”

“Yeah, of course,” he adjusted his arms, letting you hug him back, wrapping your arms around his torso. He was so warm, both physically and emotionally. It caught you off guard. 

His head rested on yours as you nuzzled your face into his neck, letting out a shaky breath. Despite the fear that had returned to you, you felt safe right here. You never wanted to leave his arms.

Johnny ran a hand over your hair, speaking softly, “Why is he here of all times? It's been months.” 

Was Johnny keeping tabs on you? Paying more attention than you realized? The idea wasn’t so bad now that you thought of it. You noticed him often. In the hallway, at pack meetings, on the street. And you liked his attention. It felt good to finally admit that to yourself. His attention was so vastly different from the alpha you had run from. 

You didn’t even need to think about the answer. Creeping up slowly, you were never not aware of the truth.

“He knew my heat schedule,” you replied, “I’m supposed to be close.”

There was silence for a minute. Your words hung in the air. 

“Oh,” Johnny said eventually, and a lot was packed into such a soft syllable. A lot was packed into such a soft sound.

Your heat was still a few months off, thanks to some emergency suppressants you were  granted while dealing with moving and transitioning into the pack. But it would come again and you were already fearing how bad it would be now that you had put it off for so long.

He cleared his throat and the vibration made you pull away slightly to look up at him. 

“Well,” he said, “He can’t be here for more than 48 hours without alerting pack leadership. As an unmated alpha, he should’ve alerted Taeyong regardless.”

You buried your face in his chest, letting the warmth of this alpha calm you.

“How did he even find me?” you asked, mostly to yourself. 

But Johnny answered anyway. “I don’t know, but I’ll figure it out.” 

You nodded into his chest, letting his scent calm you down. 

“And,” he gave you a squeeze as he said the words, “If he sticks around, I’ll take care of it.”

His works were firm, full of strength and power. In that moment, there was no doubt in your mind that he would protect you. You felt warmth coil in your belly at the statement. 

He finally pulled away, taking a step back. 

“You should get back to your shift,” Johnny says. 

You gasped at the realization. “Oh my god, your coffee! I’m so sorry, I’ll make it right now.”

He brushes it off as he opens the door and takes a peak out into the coffee shop. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says as he holds the door open for you. “But hey, I think I’ll stick around until the end of your shift, make sure you get home okay. Is that alright?”

You nod, feeling a rush of relief. You slipped back behind the counter and set to work making his Americano.

As you move around the small workspace, you realize you weren’t just enveloped in Johnny’s scent in the room, you were covered in it. Despite him going to sit in the corner near the entrance, his scent lingered, making you feel like he was right next to you. Even from far away he felt close. 

While you were busy making the coffee, you finally glance up to see the unwanted alpha isn’t gone, but staring directly at you, looking like you’re his next meal. Unlike when Johnny had looked at you similarly, this felt violating.

You thought you’d feel more scared, but with Johnny’s scent covering your senses, it dims the fear and leaves you feeling a little stronger than before. 

“Iced Americano!” You holler out to the shop, forgetting about the man watching your every move. He stands just as Johnny does. 

Johnny comes over and takes the coffee, but not without lingering. His hands envelope yours, holding the coffee together. 

He offers you a small smile, your worries melting away with his expression. Before you can pull away, he leans in, close like when he was scenting you just a few minutes ago. His lips ghost your ear. 

“You’re safe now, omega, I’m right here.” 

When he feels you nod, he sniffs lightly as he pulls away. 

“You smell good,” he smirks. 

I smell like you, you want to say, but the words do their job and have you fighting off a flustered blush. 

“Thank you, Johnny.” 

He lifts up his drink, “No, thank you .”

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After that, Johnny gets a little nicer to you. The next day, you both go meet with pack leadership to discuss the intruder in their territory and they promise to look into it more. You thank your lucky stars you haven’t run into him since he appeared in the coffee shop. Something about the confident way Johnny walks into the meeting has you questioning if he handled the situation himself before alerting the pack leaders. 

On the walk back to your apartment building, you notice Johnny seems a little more open with you, as he makes casual conversation about the weather and plans for the weekend. He keeps a protective stance as you walk, being the buffer between you and the road, and you see his head swivel to survey your surroundings as you go. 

Weeks pass and Taeyong tells you the alpha that had tracked you down isn’t a problem anymore. He is vague about the details and the relief you feel makes you not question the vagueness. Johnny looks satisfied when you share the news with him.

Your job gets easier and you start to enjoy it more as you learn the regulars, how to make popular drinks and bond with your coworkers. You make more friends and you start to realize you could actually consider yourself to be… happy, for the first time. 

It's a funny thing -- freedom, that is. 

As you get ready to head out to the monthly pack meeting, you hear rustling outside of your door. You assume Johnny is headed to the same place you are, and when you open your door, you see him standing there casually. 

He’s been coming into the coffee shop more often, and you suppose you could count him among your regulars. He always orders the same thing, and after the third time of asking you to make it, you just start making it by default when you see him walk in. 

Your heart always warms when he gives you that dazzling smile as he picks up the drink and gives you the cash. 

You aren’t really sure what he does for work, but he sometimes spends hours on his laptop in the cafe. He always takes a table with a view of the door, and occasionally you see him perk up when an unknown newcomer arrives.

He has a comforting presence and it makes you hopeful to find whatever animosity he held for you seems to have melted away. It’s not every day you have a big, strong alpha looking out for you.

Do you have a crush? Maybe. It’s fun to notice someone a little extra each day. Get a little giddy when you make eye contact. Your omega perks up and preens in his presence.

You’ve never even had the chance to have a crush before.It was kind of nice. 

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Mark knows something’s up. Mark took a liking to you from the start and you quickly became fast friends. Your energy matches well, and you find conversation is never dull with him. 

But now he likes to think he knows you pretty well. 

When you offhandedly mention Johnny one too many times during lunch, he scoffs. 

“So what’s going on with Johnny?” he asks. 

“What do you mean?” 

He waves his arms around at you, “What’s up with seeing him so much? You haven’t mentioned him before.” 

“Well he lives across the hall from me,” you reason. “But yeah, I guess we’re friends now.” 

You think back to him dropping off a dessert you like, or running into each other at the grocery store and unintentionally trailing after one other through the aisles. You think about how you let him borrow a book, knowing he would faithfully return it a few weeks later. 

“When did this happen?” Mark asks. 

You know he isn’t being jealous, just curious. Based on your conversations with Johnny, it seems like him and Mark have been close for a long time. 

“Remember when that alpha from my former pack came here? Around then,” you say. 

You pause but Mark’s raised eyebrow pushes you to continue.

“Johnny scented me… it sorta broke the ice I guess,” you say, hoping your small joke keeps Mark from thinking too much about it. 

But this is clearly news to the man.

“He scented you? He never scents anyone!” 

A rush of gratification flows through you but you tamper it down. “It wasn’t anything serious, it was just a safety precaution.” 

Mark gives you a look, like yeah, okay. “I think he likes you.”

“He does not like me,” you reply. “He’s friendly to everyone, you know how he is!”

“Still… interesting.” 

You poke your friend in the shoulder. 

“You’re just jealous that I’ve got a new friend.”

“And a new mate if this keeps up,” he replies. 

“Mark!”

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When it’s time for the monthly pack meeting, Johnny lingers in the hallway as you lock up, casually pausing before you both get on the elevator. He asks how your day was and you ask him the same. This has become routine now, unspoken but not unwelcome. 

He smells good today, like fresh laundry hanging out in the woods. While you’ve gotten more comfortable in his presence, his stature and status as an alpha seems to truly sink in. It's a basic instinct for an omega to fawn after an alpha. Normal, expected even.

And that’s just the issue isn’t it?

You love being friends with Johnny, from the little conversations to the funny jokes. The soft touches and the coffee shop routine.

But you also find yourself yearning for more. 

And sometimes you wonder if he might be yearning too. 

As soon as you get to the pack meeting at Taeyong’s place, he shuffles away to sit with his alpha packmates and you go visit with some of the omegas. Most of them are mated to the alphas already, but they welcome you with open arms, despite being a newcomer. 

Even while you settle in, and the leaders talk through updates and share important information, your eyes glance around the room. You can’t help the way your eyes drift to Johnny. 

Only to find him staring right back at you. 

You quickly glance away, feeling your heartbeat race. After a few moments, you look over again, to see him still looking your way. A ghost of a smile graces his lips when you make eye contact. 

It only takes a few moments for you to break away under the dominance of his gaze, feeling a flush rise across your cheeks. Was it always this hot in the room? 

The other omegas take you with them to dinner and you bask in their presence, enjoying being around them. Your last pack rarely let you interact with other omegas, facilitating your movements until you felt suffocated. 

You all end up at the mall afterward, strolling slowly through storefronts as the entire place begins to close. In one of the clothing stores, your group runs into a group of alphas doing the same thing you are. 

It's mere seconds before your eyes hone in on Johnny. 

His hair is a bit windswept and his face is rosy, like he’s been consuming alcohol. By the look of the rest of the group, he’s likely one of the more sober ones. 

You all walk back to your neighborhood as night descends upon your city. You hang back, watching the wild alphas try to make the omegas laugh. It’s amusing, and you can’t help but bask in the comfort you feel among your new packmates.

Johnny gradually starts walking slower, moving from the front of the pack to closer to you, until he’s strolling alongside you. He doesn’t say anything, but his presence is massive, and you find yourself smiling to yourself as you both walk along the sidewalk.

As you cross a street, a bicyclist comes out of nowhere, and Johnny is quick to pull you out of danger. His arm wraps around your torso and holds you close for just a minute longer than necessary, but as he pulls away, you nearly whine out. You don’t want him to go away, you want him closer. 

“Close one,” he says, as you both continue walking to catch up with the group. 

It's only a few more blocks until the group begins going their separate ways, and Johnny wordlessly guides you to your apartment building. 

As you walk up the stoop, you brace yourself to speak. Something in you wants to share a piece of your thoughts with him.

“Thank you, really, for everything,” you tell him as you walk into the lobby of your apartment. The elevator ascends slowly so you speak again. “I know things were rocky in the beginning, but I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me -- and the pack. I don’t even want to think about how I could’ve ended up in my last pack…” 

You catch his reflection in the elevator doors as he stiffens, like he doesn’t like thinking about it either. 

“I’m glad you’re here now.” His voice rumbles with the words.

The elevator dings and you step out ahead of him, pausing to look back at him. He looks like he might say something else, but he doesn’t.

“I’m really glad we’re friends, Johnny,” you say, trying to convey everything you feel. 

It’s a delicate walk you two step along, but you don’t want to overstep. He would say something if he was interested in you, right? He is the alpha afterall. 

Johnny makes sure you unlock your door before he steps back to unlock his own. The conversation is over now, you suppose.

You try not to question why your chest burns while you walk into your apartment.

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Spring arrives in the city and you feel more and more settled as the world defrosts. Work gets more manageable and you find yourself bonding with the members of the pack and enjoying exploring your new life. 

But something is looming. 

“Y/N, you need to find someone to spend your heat with,” Mark said in a serious manner. You weren’t sure you had ever heard Mark say anything so seriously before.

You sighed. This wasn’t new information. You knew he was right. You’d received an extra round of suppressants to delay your heat while you got acclimated to the city, but you could only do that so many times before it was dangerous. 

Your heat was coming whether you wanted it to or not. 

You had gone through a heat alone before and it was no fun. Running a hand over your face, you let out a groan. Why couldn’t you be even a tiny bit compatible with Mark? Spending a heat cycle with a friend was what your old friends used to do. You felt like your body was betraying you.

“Is there anyone in the pack you think you might be compatible with? Even just for a week?” he asked. 

Immediately your mind went to dark eyes and fluffy hair and broad shoulders. Overwhelming power mixed with a sense of humor. An alpha who brought you treats and made sure you were alright when you arrived back home every evening.

Mark’s eyes narrowed when your heartbeat increased. He might not be as attuned to your scents through your suppressants but he could still hear the little changes in your pulse. 

Your body was betraying you. Betraying your innermost thoughts that you didn’t want to acknowledge. You could barely admit your feelings for Johnny to yourself, let alone anyone else.

Even though Mark clearly knew.

“It’s Johnny, isn’t it?”

Your eyes went wide and in response Mark scoffed.

“Come on, Y/N, we can all see it.”

You nearly shuddered with embarrassment. Did the others talk about you? About how obvious you were?

“I can’t ask him to do that. He already does too much for me,” you reply, shaking your head vehemently. “Sure, he’s nice to me, but he doesn’t— no, he never seems affected by my scent. And anyways, he’s older, I’m sure he knows what he likes. And he’s an alpha, he would approach me if he liked me.” 

Your rationalizations sounded stupid as you said them out loud. And Mark clearly wasn’t buying it. 

“He likes you, Y/N. Why do you think he was so closed off at first? He was in trouble from the first moment he saw you.” 

You look over at your friend, letting the anxiety settle in your stomach. You wanted nothing more than to share a heat with Johnny. Share more than that. You wanted everything. But you loved your friendship with Johnny and it wasn’t something you wanted to lose just because you stupidly asked him to be your alpha for the weekend. 

It was all too much. Too many moving pieces. Too much at stake for a stupid heat to ruin. 

It all felt so delicate. 

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It didn’t matter if you were indecisive though. Your heat was coming and it was coming fast. 

You paced up and down the hall, trying to get the courage to knock on his door. Maybe if you did it on impulse, it wouldn’t be so bad when he rejected you. You could brush it off as no big deal when he says no.

But maybe he’d say yes. Maybe it would all be okay and not awkward at all and he would agree to fuck you all weekend, see you through your heat and maybe more— you couldn’t think like that. Just focus on one thing at a time.

You needed to get this heat over with. After so long without having one, it was making you especially irritated. You could feel your body temperature rising already. You were close. 

You could always go through it alone. That’s what you’d done in the past. You’d never gone through a heat with someone, but knowing Johnny was across the hall was causing your omega to wail at you. It would be madness to endure it alone with him right there, so close yet so far. 

You at least had to ask. 

You took a deep breath before knocking. 

As soon as you did it, you wanted to run but you heard shuffling on the other side of the door and then Johnny was standing there, looking as delicious as ever. 

He was wearing a button up shirt and slacks, his hair tousled in that usual way that looked so effortless but you knew him better now, he styled it like that. It made you want to ruffle your hands through his hair and mess it up for real. 

“Johnny, I have to ask you something.”

You’re sure he knows what it is before you say it. You can tell he smells you, and it makes you want to explode from the nerves. Your impending heat isn’t helping anything either. Omegas were not the ones who usually took the first step, and your behavior was grating against your instincts, but you had to do something. 

He gives you a questioning glance, rolling up his sleeves haphazardly, seemingly nervous to see you. Why is he nervous? 

Johnny glances behind him and you follow his gaze to his kitchen table, where a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates sits. You look back at him and see his dress shirt, his soft and freshly washed hair, and as much as it all sends a rush through you to see him like this, it also washes away all of your hope. 

You should’ve known. Of course he already has an omega for the season. He’s probably been wining and dining her for weeks before her heat. Buying her flowers, chocolates, dressing up for her. Your heart hurts at the thought. How could you be so stupid? He carried in your groceries and came to your coffee shop because he was nice. Why did you let Mark convince you otherwise?

You needed to retreat. Your omega was in distress and you needed to leave before this got any worse. You felt lightheaded from the complete turn, but it was fine, it was going to be okay, you’d done this before alone, you could do it again.

“I’m sorry, I’m bothering you, I should go—” you say, backing up. 

“No!” Johnny exclaims, reaching out to halt your retreat. “I’m not busy, ask me.” 

His eyebrows are knit with concern but you’re already shaking your head.

“No, it’s okay, you’re clearly busy—” 

“Omega,” he says, cutting you off. There’s a hint of an alpha command in there, and you think to yourself, oh, that’s what it feels like .

Johnny looks almost sheepish, like he wasn’t intending to use that tone. He lets out a breath before beckoning you to come closer. 

“I think I know what you came to ask me,” he says, and you feel as if you might die of embarrassment. Here it comes, the rejection, the ruination of your friendship with this perfect alpha across the hall. 

You open your mouth to apologize when he speaks again. 

“Let me help you.” 

You can’t help but be stunned into silence. What? 

“Your heat,” he says, a tone of determination laced into his voice as he stands at the threshold of his apartment with you.

“I know you’re close,” he says and your insides feel on fire as he speaks. He takes a deep inhale to prove his point. “I know you came over to ask me to see you through your heat. My answer is yes. So let me take care of you.”

Your cheeks are on fire at this point. “But what about—” you gesture to the items on the table. 

He lets out a sheepish laugh, running his hand through his hair. “It’s for you. I know we’ve been dancing around each other, so I just, I was trying to be romantic.”

“Oh,” you gulp. 

He smiles down at you. “You just caught me off guard.”

You attempt a smile but your brain is fried, and you’re sure there’s a line of sweat down your back at this point. Not only is your heat approaching, but you’re feeling overwhelmed by the alpha in front of you. 

Who is all dressed up, being all romantic, for you . 

You let out a shaky breath, and Johnny inhales deeply as you do. You know he can tell your scent is getting stronger. 

“Fuck, you’re close,” he says. “I was hoping to take you to dinner but I don’t think we’ll make it before…” 

“Before?” 

He grabs you by the waist, pulling you into him. You feel every ridge of his toned body, his warm hands, his eyes pouring into you. 

“Before I fuck you senseless for three days straight.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before kissing you. It’s forceful, like he’s trying to put all of his bottled emotions into the kiss, biting your lip and letting your tongue dance with his. 

But it’s also soft somehow, just like how you’d expect him to kiss. It’s dominant yet careful, assertive yet gentle. You clutch his shirt as he continues kissing you, and you don’t even think of how many wrinkles you’re causing until he abruptly pulls away. 

“But that’s okay,” he continues the conversation like he didn’t just kiss you within an inch of your life. What were you talking about? “Dinner can wait. I’ll take you out next week, alright? I promise. We’ll do things out of order, but it’s okay.”

You can’t help but giggle at his determination to do things romantically. 

He presses a kiss to your cheek, lingering there to trail kisses down your jaw to your scent gland below your ear. You both shudder at the sensation, his mouth spreading shivers down your spine as he sucks a mark into your gland. You know your scent is spiking even more. 

You push him back gently before you come right there in the hallway. He lets out a grunt of frustration but collects himself, knowing this isn’t the place to be doing this.

“Your apartment or mine?” he asks, running his hands up and down your arms softly. 

You think about your room and how content you are with your new home. You’ve been unintentionally nesting for weeks at this point, making everything ready for your impending heat. 

Typically an omega’s home is sacred, something only a few select people are allowed to see. When Johnny would bring in your groceries, he was always cautious, always asking permission to enter and being careful not to touch or move anything. 

But now you want him there. Want his scent to linger and for your home to be filled with him. For the next few days and forever. 

“Mine,” you reply, offering an affirming nod. 

He tells you to go back to your apartment and get comfy. He’ll be over in a few minutes after he grabs some clothes and items for the weekend. 

You pace around your apartment, with half a mind to just take off all your clothes before he gets there. But no, you can’t very well open your door naked. So instead, you tidy up your already clean apartment, moving things just right so that everything looks perfect.

Perfect for alpha.

Never before have your nesting instincts felt like they would be under such intimate scrutiny. 

A knock on your door brought you out of your reverie. You opened it to find Johnny looming in the doorway, a tote bag in his hand and a dark look in his eyes.

“Do you want this? Make sure you want this,” he says, not moving to enter your home just yet. Asking for permission.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks at this point,” you say. “I’ve been thinking about you, alpha.”

His chest puffs with satisfaction at your words, but he still doesn’t move. 

“I need a verbal confirmation, omega. Because if I come inside, I’m not leaving until your heat is over.” 

Your entire body tingles at the thought. You appreciate his need for consent but your body continues to burn hotter and hotter, leaving you itching to get closer to him. 

“Johnny, I want you to fuck me through this heat,” you say, opening your door wider, nearly pleading him to come inside. 

He takes one step inside your apartment, setting the tote bag down on the ground near your entryway. You see some food and clothes inside along with the flower bouquet; your heart squeezes at the thought. 

“And after that?” 

His question catches you off guard. You can barely think about the next five minutes, let alone the next five days. 

“After?” You squeeze your legs together. 

He cracks a small smile, almost like he forgot you were about to lose all normal sense once your heat started in earnest. 

“After your heat,” he said. “This isn’t just a one time thing for me, I feel like I’ve made that clear. We can talk after I just… if we do this, I’m all in.” 

You grab his collar and press a firm kiss to his lips. Your heat is nearly upon you, but you hope the kiss conveys everything you feel for this man standing in front of you. It’s too much for words to express. You pull away and gesture to the tote bag.

“Oh, just some things so we don’t starve. Some clothes for me later,” he says. “I’m not leaving this apartment until your heat is over.” 

You nod eagerly at his words and the serious way he reiterates that statement. Johnny looks around the space, and you watch his face carefully to see his reactions. You hope it’s enough for him, you hope you’re enough for him. 

But his eyes are back on you, looking up and down from head to toe. You’re the only thing he’s focused on.

“Are you getting hot yet? Feverish?” he asks. 

You gulp, noticing the way his voice seems to have dropped an octave. You roll up your sleeves, and realize that yes, the back of your neck is coated with sweat and your clothes need to come off. Soon. 

Johnny thinks so, too. 

“Take off your sweater.” The words are barely out of his mouth before you are doing what he says, thankful to be rid of the itchy fabric. You stand in front of him with just a camisole on. “Good girl.”

Your omega hindbrain preens at the praise, but you take a step back, feeling overwhelmed. 

Johnny stalks toward you, and you look up at him like prey watching a predator. Your backside hits the back of your couch, making you jump. 

“Are you sure you want this? You’re keeping your distance,” he asks. 

You grip the edge of the couch to ground yourself. 

“I guess I’m just a little scared.” you admit.

Johnny cocks his head. “Of me?”

You shake your head quickly. “No, just… this. I’ve never felt like this during my heat before, and it’s not even truly started yet.” 

His smile is sly as he finally steps into your personal space, and suddenly all you can process is his large body in front of you. 

“Do you trust me?” he asks. 

“Of course.” There’s no hesitation. 

He softly grabs your wrists, pressing his fingers over your scent glands. You let out a whimper from how sensitive you are. His touch is sending shocks through your nervous system and even though he’s barely touched you, you feel your panties dampen. 

“Remember when I scented you?” Johnny asks. 

You nod, unable to form words as he gently rubs the pads of his fingertips across the sensitive skin of your wrists. 

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about those little sounds you made,” he admits. “Wondered if I would ever get to hear them again.”

Before you can formulate a response, he brings one of your wrists up to his mouth, licking a long stripe across the gland. Quickly, he trades out to do the same to the other wrist.

You feel your eyes grow heavy as he presses kisses to your palms. He’s going slow, you realize, very slow. Warming you up, getting you comfortable with him. You haven’t been skittish around him in a while, but this is new territory.

Unfortunately, the slow pace is not what you want right now, no matter how much you appreciate it. 

“Johnny, can you just…” you trail off as he presses a long kiss to your wrist. 

“Hm? What’s that? Tell me what you want.” 

You flush thinking of everything you want. His lips, his body, his cock, his knot, his everything. Your insides clench at the thought of his powerful man standing in front of you, offering himself up to you on a silver platter. 

“You gotta tell me what you want, baby, how can I help if I don’t know what you want?” he teases, moving to press a kiss to your cheek, your jaw, your neck. 

You breathe him in, feeling lost in all the sensations. He’s been doing all the touching, so you place your hands on his hips, moving them slightly. Then you decide to be bold and palm his dick through his jeans. He’s big. You let out a shaky breath, thinking of everything that is about to transpire. 

“Just, just keep going? A little faster maybe,” you tell him. 

“Oh? Not going fast enough?”

He spins you around so your back is against his chest. He brushes your hair out of the way, sucking a hickey into the sensitive skin around your glands at the base of your neck. You let out a moan at the sensation, at the suddenness. 

His hands slowly roam across your torso, squeezing your breasts through your thin shirt. They are so sensitive, and you can feel a layer of sweat begin to coat your skin as your heat sets in more fully. Soon, you fear you won’t have any more coherent thoughts. Just Johnny and only Johnny.

His hands slide lower, lower, unbuttoning your jeans so smoothly, you barely notice it until they are already undone. He cups your core so firmly, your knees nearly buckle at the closeness of him. 

“This what you want?”

“Mhm,” you mumble, reaching up to card your fingers through his hair, bringing his lips to yours. 

You’re squirming against him at this point, feeling flush and sweaty but the most turned on you’ve ever been, rubbing yourself against his palm and fingers to get more friction. 

His tongue mingles with yours while you both rock your hips against each other. It's a slow kind of pleasure building, like the calm before the storm. 

Johnny trails kisses across your face, planting one last lingering kiss before pausing, drawing his face away from yours. 

You open your eyes— you didn’t realize they’d closed. Staring into his dark eyes brings you a bit of clarity, brings you back to reality. You’re currently pressed against the back of your couch, locked in his embrace, still presently rutting your hips against his hand. 

You let out a shaky breath, as you rock your hips against his hand, enjoying the steady pleasure emanating from him. 

“Feeling okay?” he says, his voice raspy. 

You gulp, feeling his fingers slide into your panties fully, his thumb massaging around your clit, not exactly pressing into it, but teasing. 

“Yeah.” Your voice is raspy, too.

He nods, petting through your hair with his hand not currently occupied in your panties. 

“Scenting should help the fever, calm your system,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, just as he directly rubs against your clit in the most perfect way. “You’re safe now, omega, I’m here.” 

The words burn your core almost as much as his fingers. What a gentle, soft thing to say while he teases your lower regions. You’re calm now but the fire is building exponentially. 

You left out a shaky cry, of pure emotion, of frustration and horniness. You just want to come just once. 

You grab Johnny’s wrist and push the flat of his palm against your core, rubbing yourself against him, trying to find the right pressure. You pant as you rub yourself against his hand. 

“I’m close, alpha.”

Johnny full on groans at the word, squeezing against you tighter, brushes his fingertips across a nipple that's now rock hard. Just as you’re finally starting to reach your peak, you feel him against your backside, hard and big, rutting against you himself.

His breath is heavy in your ear, panting for you.

“Take what you need, baby, I’m right here, I’m here for you,” he says. 

Those words are like music to your ears, as you finally reach climax, slouching across the couch as your legs turn to jelly. If Johnny wasn’t holding on to you, you’re sure you would’ve fallen over. 

You pant for breath, overwhelmed and overstimulated as Johnny keeps rocking into you, dry humping you like teenagers. 

The orgasm leaves your heat sated for the moment, but you know you don’t have long before the fever builds again. And this was going to last all weekend?

Once you’re safely standing, or at least leaning into the couch, Johnny unzips his jeans and furiously strokes himself, focusing on himself for a second while still keeping you close.

He nearly shouts as he comes, the sound leaving you shuddering. 

He picks you up after a few moments, carrying you to your bedroom. As you peel off your jeans and slide under the covers, you realize he’s slowly easing you both into this. Giving you what you both need without overwhelming you as your heat arrives. 

“See if you can sleep a little before your heat sets in fully,” he says, brushing your hair away from your face and stepping away. 

Panic slices through you. Where is he going?  

He gives you a soft smile when he sees your reaction. “I’m just going to change my pants. I didn’t expect to ruin my shorts like a teenager.”

You let out a sigh of relief and giggle a little at his words. 

“I’ll be back in a minute okay? Try to sleep,” he says again. “I have a feeling we won’t be getting much sleep this weekend.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He presses his lips into a firm line, standing over you. “Because the next time I come, it won’t be in my hand.”

Your core clenches, thinking about the image and you feel a rush of heat flow through you. 

Johnny goes to close the door behind him, “I’ll be back in a few minutes. I promise.” 

You nod, feeling yourself calm down. You trust him. This is Johnny and you trust him. 

You settle into your sheets and close your eyes, willing yourself to sleep for a little bit. The orgasm did make you tired. 

And you have a feeling you’re in for a full weekend ahead. 

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You wake up to heat. Feeling hot everywhere. You’re burning from the inside out. 

You kick off your sheets and try to sit up, but an arm across your stomach traps you in place. You whine at Johnny as you jostle him, trying to wake him up. 

He turns over, freeing you only to have you climb over top of him, straddling his hips. He lost his shirt in the middle of the night, and you’re at the point where you have no shame as you lick a strip across his clavicle, grinding down on his dick that’s already standing at attention. 

“Johnny, I need you,” you say, mouthing at his neck. 

He clears his throat, blinking sleep out of his eyes as your hands roam across his chest, memorizing every inch of this tantalizing alpha.

“I can tell, princess,” he replies, squeezing your hips as you grind against him. 

“I need more,” you whine. “I need everything, I need—”

He grasps ahold of you enough to get you to pause your hips, forcing you to focus on his face. His eyes are dark. He’s fully awake now. 

“What exactly do you need?” he asks, rubbing his thumbs across your hip bones. 

“I need your knot,” you say, surprised by how raw your voice sounds. 

“Yeah you do, baby girl.”

Before you can even think of a response, he flips you over, hovering over you like a predator. He immediately leans in, devouring your mouth in a hungry kiss. You loop your legs around him, trying to get more friction. You’re burning up from the inside, wondering if you’ll ever feel normal again. 

His hand dips between your thighs and his fingers circle your clit. Electricity and pleasure course through your veins, the sensation leaving you squirming underneath him. Your core aches, desperately needing more. 

His finger dips into you, slowly pumping it in and out and collecting your arousal against his fingers. It’s not long until another finger slides into your soaking cunt with ease. Pumping his digits frantically, the palm of his hand meets your clit over and over again. The nerves in your body burn as you’re feigning for more. 

Desperation entwines with your moans and he senses your need, causing his fingers to move at a brutal pace and helping you chase ecstasy. You come suddenly, the overwhelming feeling takes your breath away, leaving you panting. You’re so wet, you fear the stain your sheets will see after this.

As you try to catch your breath, you stare up at him, watching his eyes watch you. He doesn't move, and it leaves you a bit confused because 1. he said he was going to knot you, and 2. this orgasm didn’t provide nearly as much relief as earlier. 

You need more. 

Johnny knows it too. 

“No worries, omega, I’ll give you my knot,” he says, and it sends shivers down your spine. “I just need to make sure you can take me.”

You furrow your eyebrows as he slinks under the covers, and in a sudden movement, he leaves you bare when he rips your underwear off. 

“You won't be needing these this weekend…”

You don’t even have time to formulate a response before he flattens his tongue and licks a long stripe up your core, causing you to cry out from pleasure. 

If you thought you were wet before, it’s nothing compared to now. You feel feverish as he goes down on you like you’re the first meal he’s had after a month of starving. His tongue laps over your folds before the tip of his tongue flicks against your sensitive clit. He laps up your juices, tasting you and everything you have to offer him. He skillfully sucks on your ball of nerves and the coil in your abdomen tightens.

Your fingers grip the sheets, before you move to grab at his hair, trying to find something to hold onto as his tongue draws shapes across your clit.

He groans when you tug at his locks and you feel the vibration in your core, making you groan in return. 

It’s hard to believe this was the same man who held the elevator for you and bought flowers to ask you out. Right now, he seems like he wants to devour you. 

His fingers rejoin his tongue and the feeling is too much, it’s all too much.

Everywhere is hot and there’s too much sensation. 

“You gonna come on my fingers again?” he asks, peering up at you. 

As you stare down at his face, his mouth slick with your wetness, you’re overcome with emotion for this man, this alpha, and how much he’s doting on you. It seems as if your pleasure brings him pleasure and just the thought brings you nearly to the edge. 

“I’m close,” you reply. 

“Come one more time, baby, then I’ll give you my knot,” he says, peering into your eyes. “I know how bad you need it.”

You whine as he buries his face between your thighs and it's just a few more moments before you’re reaching your high. 

You feel worn out by the quick succession of orgasms but somehow still unsatisfied. You grab at Johnny’s shirt, pulling him back up to your level. He rests his head on the pillow next to you, gazing fondly as you come back to yourself. 

You can’t help but crawl into his arms, clinging to his frame even though you’re still so hot and feverish. The emptiness in your core causes you to cramp, clenching around nothing. 

“It hurts, alpha,” you cry out, finding yourself mindlessly rutting against his thigh, trying anything to cool the ache buried into your nervous system. 

“Ready for me to fuck you?”

You press kisses into his skin, sucking a mark into his neck just below his jaw. Coaxing him to give you what you want. What you need. 

“Yes please,” you sigh in relief as he disentangles himself from you to slide off his shorts. 

His cock springs out, full and hard, and your mouth waters a little bit from just the sight of it.

He chuckles as he settles you into the pillows. Despite the desperate need hitting you hard, he refuses to speed too quickly through this, taking his time to make sure you are as comfortable as possible as he positions himself over you. 

“Ready, omega?” he asks, nudging at your entrance with the tip. “Look at me.” 

You obey immediately, looking into his eyes as he suddenly thrusts into you, not fully, but enough to take your breath away. You’re so wet, there’s no issue as he slowly inches himself in further.

The both of you let out a throaty groan as he bottoms out in you, stretching you out perfectly. 

He stays still for a moment, letting you get adjusted to the feeling, as you move your legs to better accommodate him, letting him settle that much deeper inside you.

Despite the momentary stillness, you can feel him practically vibrating with want, raring to go. You open your eyes -- you hadn’t realized you’d closed them, feeling so full and content in the moment. 

“I’m good, you can move now,” you say, hoping you don’t sound too desperate for him to fuck you fully. 

He chuckles at your bluntness, but obeys your words, slowly rocking his hips against yours, gradually picking up the pace. 

As he sets a steady, ruthless rhythm, you’re unable to stop all the little sounds leaving your mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head from the feeling. Johnny seems to revel in it, nodding along to your moans and egging you on.

“Come on, baby, tell me how you like it,” he says, rutting into you.

You tighten your legs around his torso and reach up to loop your arms around his neck, playing with the short strands of hair near the nape of his neck as he thrusts. You want him as close as possible, despite the heat consuming you.

“Feels good, John,” you mumble out, not sure if you can say anything more coherent.

“Yeah,” he lets out a breathless agreement, pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. “Even better than I dreamed.”

Despite all the sensations running through your body, the words stick to your skin like sweat. Had he thought of this as much as you had? 

“Feel so full,” you say, unable to think of anything else.

“Gonna feel even fuller…”

The thought of his knot is nearly enough to climax again, and you run your fingers across your clit to get extra stimulation at he keeps fucking you. You get quiet as you focus, but it’s only a few more moments before you come, the sensation washing over you in a burst of ecstasy.

Johnny follows soon after, the way your pussy clenches enough to bring him to release. His knot swells, locking him inside of you as he collapses on top of you. 

The weight of him feels good in your exhausted state, but quickly becomes too much as you feel yourself adjusting to his knot, sated from your heat fully, at least temporarily. You nudge him to move, so he transitions to his side, hugging you close to his body. 

“How do you fit me so perfectly, omega? Beyond my wildest dreams,” he murmurs into your hair. 

The quiet air around you leaves room for confession, and you find yourself speaking as well, despite the tiredness consuming you. You feel warm in a way that has nothing to do with your temporarily sated heat. It’s just him. 

“I didn’t even think you liked me at first,” you tell him, drawing shapes across his chest. 

“I’m sorry I made you think that,” he says earnestly. There’s a pause before he speaks again. “I was thrown off. I was a goner the first moment I saw you.” 

You think back to the day you pleaded for sanctuary in this new pack. A little omega, face to face with an entire lineup of alphas, determining your future. It was just four of them, pack leadership, but the tall alpha on the end wouldn’t stop staring at you. It made you freak out, back then, especially when you realized he was the one emitting the delicious smelling pheromones. Little did you know, he was taken aback by you too. 

You clutch even tighter to this big alpha surrounding you, inside you, consuming your entire body, physically, mentally and emotionally. It was everything you had dreamed it would be. 

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You wake up dozing a little while later. You can’t tell how much time has passed, but it can’t have been long as you feel Johnny still buried deep inside of you. 

“Feeling better?” 

Johnny’s voice brings you to full awakeness, and you realize that yes, your heat is sated for the moment, your omega satisfied with the feeling of this alpha’s knot keeping you full and warm. 

You nuzzle your head into his neck, breathing in his heady scent. The room is full of pheromones that leave you in a lusty haze. 

“Once my knot goes down, we can eat something, that sound good?” he asks, threading his fingers through your hair. You made a sound of affirmation, but no words came out. “Keep resting, I’m clearly not going anywhere.” 

His chuckle reverberates through him and into you. His presence leaves you vibrating with pleasure, but as you shuffle your legs a bit to get comfy again, you find it's hard laying side by side while he’s still buried inside you.

“Can I be back on top?” 

He pulls back a bit to look at you, as much as he can while you two are locked together at the hips. 

“Yeah…” he picks you up and lays you on his chest, a sly smirk settling on his lips. “Does my baby like laying on me?”

You revel in Johnny calling you his, your omega bursting with emotion at the words.

“Mhm,” you rest your head next to his heart, finding his heartbeat a steady rhythm that could lull you back to sleep. “You’re comfy.” 

He settles in and wraps his arms snuggly around you, keeping you stationary. As if his cock deep in your cunt wasn’t enough to keep you close to him. 

You could get used to this. 

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The rest of the weekend goes the same, from scenting bouts to lots and lots of sex. It doesn’t take long for you to feel like Johnny’s meant to be here. In your home and in your life. 

He makes sure you both shower and bathe, makes sure you eat some food and drink some water before your heat flares up each time. He takes care of you in a way that doesn’t feel restrictive, it feels like love. 

Could that be what this is? 

By the end of Sunday evening, you both are eating some cereal after a vigorous afternoon of fucking on the floor of the kitchen. You’d initially come into the room to eat lunch, but seeing Johnny fit so perfectly into your home had you climbing him like a tree before you could even get the cereal boxes out. 

Despite the whirlwind, you can tell your heat is beginning to subside. A part of you will miss this simple lifestyle-- down to the basics and solely focused on each other. 

By the time you both are settled into bed once again, his knot deep in you, you know your heat is over. You’ll wake up feeling sticky with sweat and aching with exhaustion, but you won’t feel the unbearable need to fuck him like you did this weekend. 

But what comes next? Friday feels like a world away, when Johnny said he was all in. After the last 72 hours, will he still feel the same? 

You burrough your face into his neck, taking a deep whiff of his scent, trying to memorize it and hold onto it forever. If this is the last of it, you want to take it with you always.

“Is this the last of it, do you think?”

Johnny’s voice brings you out of your reverie. You sit up, still straddling him with his cock buried inside of you, pulsing and all consuming. 

“Yeah, it feels like it,” you tell him, reaching a hand up to move his hair out of his eyes, tracing the lines of his eyebrows, his nose, his lips. Memorizing everything. 

He melted into your touch, a soft smile gracing his lips. 

“Once we separate, I’ll help you change your sheets, clean up the bathroom. Do you want me to go after that?” 

Did he want to go after that? You’d never done this before. The thought of him leaving you all alone for the rest of the night felt isolating. Your omega couldn’t handle that just yet. 

So you decided to be brave. 

“Could you, maybe, could you stay?” you asked, looking at the headboard above him instead of making eye contact. 

When you finally looked back at him, he had a serious expression on his face, his eyebrows knit together. “Of course. I wasn’t sure if you wanted me out of your hair or not. I’ve never really gotten this far.” 

Your omega was awash with satisfaction to hear he’d never seen anyone else through heat. 

“I might be clingy for a few days…” you said. 

“That’s okay,” he replied. “Cling away.” 

He squeezed your hips in reassurance. 

“I meant what I said,” Johnny says. “I’m all in. I’ll take you to dinner this week, we can keep this going. However you want me, I’ll be there. Maybe one day I’ll even mate you.” 

You pressed your lips to his, unsure of what to say to his outpouring of emotion. How was he so perfect? It felt like he was everything you had ever dreamed of, everything you had told yourself wasn’t possible for you. 

“I like the sound of that,” you replied.  

fin.