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You're used to being the odd one out at parties. You're an omega without an alpha, it grabs people's attention, and typically it just makes you a little uncomfortable around alphas who aren't dating either just because they tend to be hormonal and aggressive. You don't like the whole "let me claim you" talk, and it's enough to keep you away from most party scenes. That is, unless you're being invited by your favorite beta in the world. Stu's big doe eyes could get you to commit a murder if he asked nicely enough, and you just can't say no to him when he begs you to come to his graduation party. You admit that graduating college is a big deal and you'll be there, just because you're more than a little proud of him for getting through it. There were times where you worried about him and his party lifestyle.
The overwhelming smell of alphas, booze, and weed when you step into Stu's house tells you exactly how your evening is going to go, and you sigh, looking for the beta in the crowd. Being friends with Stu means being friends with Billy, though, the two are inseparable, so the smell of leather, iron, and smoke that clings to the alpha filling your nostrils isn't a surprise. You turn to face the alpha and you tilt your head up at him. There's really no reason for him to be so tall, but Stu is even worse.
"What's the weather like up there?"
You tilt your head with a little laugh and Billy rolls his eyes at you, putting his elbow on your head and leaning against you like you're a pillar or a counter. You kinda hate it, but you let him do it anyway.
"Not nearly as bad as it must be down there. You look like you just rolled out of bed."
At Billy's teasing remark you pull his arm off of your head and push it back at him, making him stumble a bit, though you're sure it's just him being dramatic. He seems to have the tiniest soft spot for you, though you can't be sure. You might just be his favorite of Stu's friends. Though you know he hates omegas, so him tolerating you at all is a feat.
You remember the first time you'd met Billy. You'd come to Stu's to study since you shared a film course, and Billy had been sitting on Stu's counter, a beer in hand. Stu had told you to just come in when you got there and you had, and Billy, welcoming as ever, had his drink on the counter and you were pinned to the wall by your throat in a second.
"Who the fuck are you?"
His voice had scared you so badly at the time, that angry and territorial scent of his making you cower. You'd been terrified, and Stu had thankfully saved the day. It was months later that Billy drunkenly confessed that he hated omegas, and he'd wanted you to be scared of him because it was easier than being friendly. He opened up to you that his dad had fucked an omega in heat that wasn't his mom, and it had ripped his family apart. You never said that it wasn't the omega's fault, you think he knows that deep down.
"I did. I forgot about the party until like, thirty minutes ago but I'm here so where's our grad at?"
"Riiiiiight here!"
Stu slides between you and Billy in his socks with three beers in his hands, handing one to Billy and one to you. You frown at him and he takes the one he'd handed to you back, sighing.
"Yeah, yeah, no drinking away from home. You know, omegas get drunk at bars all the time. You're super over cautious."
"I'm not-"
"No, I'm not listening to you two tonight. Either Y/N drinks the beer or Stu puts it back, one of you better bend before I break both of you."
Whenever Billy talks like that it sends a shiver of fear through you, and you think he knows. He watches you out of the corner of his eyes and you look over at him, catching it last second. Stu makes a loud groaning noise before pretending to gag on his finger.
"The sexual tension between you two is disgusting. Fuck already."
Billy scoffs and rolls his eyes at Stu and you take the opportunity to slip away before either of them notice your blush. Billy isn't ugly. He's an alpha who hates omegas and treats all of them but you like shit, and he's arrogant and territorial and can be an absolute ass, but he sure as hell isn't ugly. You can't say your heat induced fantasies haven't starred him before. In fact more often than not he's the alpha you think of, and his is the name you moan when you're stuffing yourself with a fake knot. It isn't out of any real attraction, other than the heat brain, but it makes times where Stu comments a little awkward for you.
Billy disappears for the rest of the night, and at some point you lose sight of Stu. You end up with two other omegas who are kind and make you laugh, and you get comfortable with them quickly, their sweet scents calming your nerves and your natural instinct to form a pack taking over. It's a fun time which is a surprise for you considering your usual party experiences. That is, it's a fun time until the party winds down and everyone is starting to head home. Your shoes are on, and you're looking for your jacket when you smell the oh so familiar scent of Billy nearby. His hand comes down on your shoulder before you even get to turn around.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Did you walk here?"
It's a reasonable question, you tend to walk most places if you can just because it's easier and cheaper than driving, with the added benefit of being good for the environment. Unfortunately, Stu doesn't let you walk by yourself, anywhere, if he can help it. He's the one always encouraging you to drink and relax, but he's also extremely over protective. Part of you thinks he must be an alpha that's lying about his presentation, with the way he worries over you and his other omega friends.
"Yeah, but I'll be fine on my own, it's only like a twenty minute walk."
"Stu would kill me if I let you do that."
"So don't tell him."
You tilt your head, confused as to why Billy is even asking. Sure he's walked with you before, but Stu was always there too, the betas presence calming your nerves about being alone with such an intense alpha at night. Billy tolerates you, it's pushing it to say he likes you, though, and being alone with him just seems like asking for trouble.
"You know how he is."
"Yeah… if he asks you just can't lie to him with those puppy dog eyes of his. I'll call an uber if it'll make you relax about it."
Billy furrows his brows and you pause, a bit of confusion running through you. You don't understand why he's making that face, considering you didn't say anything that you think is weird or questionable, but he looks like you've personally offended him.
"Why?"
"So…. I don't…. walk… home…alone?"
You speak slowly, your sentence lilting into a question at the end, watching as Billy rolls his eyes and a quiet growl that makes fear spike in your chest escapes him.
"I'll take you. You don't need to waste money on an uber."
"What? No. You don't have to do that."
Quickly your hands are up and you move one like you can wave the idea out of his head. Being alone with Billy at night? When Stu isn't just asleep down the hall or upstairs? No, that sounds minorly terrifying if not entirely so. There's a huff from Billy and you can smell the annoyance on him.
"Billy, you've been drinking, you can't drive me home, and you can't walk back by yourself drunk."
"I'm not drunk."
"You have to be, you've never offered to take me home before and we've been in a situation like this plenty of times."
Your finger lightly pokes his chest and Billy grabs your hand before you can pull away.
"Yeah, because usually Stu is around, or you can just spend the night here. I don't want you walking home alone this late. You reek of omega."
His words stab some part of you, and you think maybe it's the part he's just inadvertently insulted. You reek of omega. What a shitty thing to say to you, considering.
"I am an omega, Billy, since you seem to have forgotten. I'll be fine, let me go."
The grip on your hand is almost painful now, and the low, annoyed growl in his throat is interrupted by a couple of people catching your attention so they can get by you two and out the door. Billy still doesn't let you go as he drags you away.
"Alphas don't know how to control themselves, you're not walking home tonight. Either you stay here or I take you home."
"You're an alpha and you control yourself just fine around me. I'm not that appealing of an omega anyway, so, just let me go home."
The house is closer to empty now, Stu still nowhere to be seen but the only remnants of the party are the mess and a few of Stu's closer friends. One of them eyes you and Billy and you look at him with pleading eyes. Randy would help you out, he's not a huge fan of Billy's alpha tendencies. You aren't sure you want to see the two alphas get into it, but the help would be nice. Though part of you so helpfully states, Randy typically doesn't rise to violence, or alpha pheromone fueled arguments. You're about to call for him when he winks at you and walks away and you're left more confused than you were when Billy first offered.
"You think…. Get your coat, I'm taking you home."
"No, yo-"
"Y/N. Coat. Car. Now."
There's no room for argument, the look in Billy's eyes the darkest you've seen in a while and his voice commanding in the way only an alpha can be. You whimper in response and his eyes widen as he searches your face and you gently pull against his grasp again. Finally he lets you go and you don't need to look over your shoulder to know he's behind you as you search the house for your coat. The smell of him is so thick you can barely stand it, and you wonder how no one else is coming to your rescue with how frustrated his scent is.
"Come on… stop drawing this out, I want to get to sleep some time before sunrise."
"I can't find it."
"You can't find it?"
"That's what I said."
"God, you're hopeless aren't you?"
In a movement you barely even register, Billy drapes his own jacket over your shoulders and just like that, you're warm, ready to face the cool night, and your cheeks are hot.
"I-"
"Don't. Let's go."
He turns around and starts heading for the door, making sure you're following him by looking over his shoulder at you. Something in his eyes tells you if you try to vocalize your thanks he might rip the cozy fabric away, and instead you follow after him silently.
You continue your silence into the car ride, sitting beside him with your legs pulled up to your chest as you look out the window. Billy doesn't even comment on your shoes being on his passenger seat. Typically he tears into you about it, when you're in the back. It's weird sitting in Stu's spot, but if Billy feels weird about you being there he doesn't give any sign of it.
"Why are you so afraid of me?"
The question is sudden and you squeak in shock at it, sitting up straighter and putting your legs down.
"I dunno. All alphas are kinda scary, like, being alone with them makes me anxious, and I… you're, I dunno you're just intimidating."
"Mmh. You're gonna hurt my feelings."
"Like you have any."
"Oh Y/N, you have no idea how many feelings I have. I'm a very sensitive guy, I'll have you know."
Billy has joked with you before, but this feels lighter, even without Stu there to take away the pressure. You feel yourself smile and roll your eyes.
"Hm. I believe it."
The way he looks at you for a second, taking his eyes off the road in shock, makes you giggle and he makes a noise that you think is jokingly offended.
"I'm never taking you home again."
"I didn't ask you to."
"I know. I'm just that much of a gentleman."
"Mhm."
Your hum is of playful and mocking disbelief and he nods.
"It's true."
"I believe you."
It's here that the issue rises. You sound so genuine when you speak. It makes Billy's cheeks tint the tiniest bit pink, and even if you don't catch it in the low lighting, you can kind of hear it in the sudden silence. It's only a few moments later that Billy pulls up to your apartment building.
"Home sweet home."
Your voice is stilted and awkward, considering, but Billy just nods and unlocks his car doors.
"Do you… want to come in?"
He's been in your apartment before, it isn't like it's a new thing, but his shock is poorly hidden on his face. You can't even put a finger on why you offered.
"I should get back there, make sure Stu doesn't choke on his vomit and die."
"Randy is there. So is Tatum, and I think Sidney is in the guest room. He'll be okay for a little while without you."
"For a little while."
You think he's just repeating your words back at you, and you're about to apologize for being pushy, and admit you don't know what's gotten into you, but instead he shrugs and moves his car so he's properly parked instead of just outside the building. Internally you're losing it, screaming at yourself for your idiocy because inviting Billy Loomis into your apartment to… hang out, wasn't your usual behavior at all. It's stupid. He's an alpha and he's dangerous and he's looking at you with eyes the color of autumn, and raising his eyebrows and…. You're leading him into your apartment before you know it.
"You need to clean up."
"It's one cup and a blanket. What are you, my mother?"
"It's your favorite mug. How long has it been since you washed it? I'm thinking at least three drinks."
You stop yourself from arguing because he's right, you have been reusing it since you're just putting the same drink in it and it isn't like you have anyone else living with you. Then it weasels its way into your head that he knows which mug of yours is your favorite and that's all you can think about. You pick up the mug and put it in the sink.
"Do you want something to drink?"
"Some water, yeah."
"Alright."
There's a stray bottle in your fridge and you hand it to him once you return to your living room, a bit of water in a cup for yourself. He raises his eyebrows at you in question and you shrug.
"I only had one bottle."
"Huh."
It's such a weird interaction that it leaves you reeling for a second when you sit down, your legs tucked up against yourself.
"I'm going to be honest."
"I would hope you are."
"Sh. Y/N, please let a man finish."
"Continue."
"You did it again!"
"Well if you don't want me to interrupt you stop pausing!"
"I'm not pausing you just don't let me speak."
The banter makes things feel better, less awkward and more like it typically does between you, like you're just chatting waiting for Stu to come back from the bathroom. Except he isn't coming back because he isn't here, and it's just the two of you.
"Like I was saying. I honestly don't get why you and Stu are friends."
"Ouch."
"Not what I meant and you know that. Just, he's so against letting presentations affect people and you let being an omega dictate your whole life."
"Ouch."
It's silent for a long couple of seconds.
"Billy, you let your hatred of omegas dictate your whole life. I think I'm the only omega you tolerate."
"You…"
It's quiet again, and you wait for him to finish.
"You think I tolerate you?"
His question catches you off guard and you almost recoil.
"Holy shit. That's so fucking rude, what the fuck?"
"No! No."
Billy's anger is evident in his scent and in his voice, and you know it's just frustration really, but when he gestures towards you with one hand you flinch. It makes him pause.
"I didn't mean that! You're so… ugh."
"You didn't have to come up if you don't like me. You're free to get out."
You push yourself off your couch and walk over to the side he's on, your legs slightly shaking but your brain telling you not to let him intimidate you. When you reach for the bottle of water to take it from him he grabs your wrist and pulls at you harshly. You fall in a heap into his lap.
"I don't want to get out."
"Billy, I really need you to tell me what the fuck it is you want because I'm more than a little scared at the moment."
Admitting your fear is a mistake but you remember Stu telling you that Billy gets frustrated when his emotions don't come across and to give him time, to let him know how he's making you feel. There's a deep breath beneath you and he groans, the hand that isn't holding you rubbing his head.
"I don't just tolerate you, Y/N."
Confusion still stirs in your chest and you shift slightly, trying to push yourself back out of his lap, only for his hands to grab your waist and pull you into his chest, so close that you can't see his face.
"I don't just tolerate you."
"I don't know what that means."
"It means that…"
His voice trails off and you hear him inhale deeply, his nose pressed against your neck, right where a mating bite would go. Shock courses through your veins as he sighs against your skin and you think at some point you must have had something to drink and this is a drunken dream, because Billy fucking Loomis, the omega hating alpha, nuzzles into your neck.
"It means that I want you, Y/N."
You stiffen. Your heat isn't for another month or so. You're lucky enough to get a heat maybe twice a year and you keep a very close eye on your cycle because you don't want it to sneak up on you. All of this to say you don't know why he's saying this, because it certainly isn't heat pheromones.
"Billy."
"Sh. Let me finish. I want you, not because you're an omega or anything like that. You know how I feel about omegas. They're nothing but whores and they cause trouble and they throw themselves at any alpha they can. You're different."
The way he's talking about omegas upsets you, and you really, really want to interrupt and correct him, but he breathes in your scent again, and his own scent calms down in kind. It's soothing, like a bonfire and a leather jacket. It's nice and you relax into his touch. You'll correct him later.
"It was never Stu's omega friend, when I thought of you. It was just Y/N. Just you. You were always so closed off to me, but then, seeing you with Stu I saw how you opened up. Around him you were a damn open book and I wanted that. I wanted to read you."
His grip on your hips tightens, but it isn't painful.
"I wanted you to open up to me. I thought it was some pheromone bullshit. Stu laughed at me when I told him, it was fucking humiliating, he told Randy, and of course that shit eating fuck told Sidney who told Tatum and suddenly they were all trying to help me understand that no, it wasn't an omega trying to seduce me that was making me feel this way. It was just a crush. I had, have, a crush on you like I'm some fucking teenager. It's pathetic. I hate it."
He sounds so embarrassed you can't help but feel a little bad, and your fingers trace through his hair. It's just as soft as it looks.
"I hated you for it, for a while. Then I just wanted it to go away. I wanted you to go away, but I knew you weren't going to and I knew, I guess, deep down that I wouldn't actually want you to go."
Billy being open and vulnerable with you isn't quite a first, but Stu has always been there to coax and help him through it, and it's always been for maybe thirty seconds before he closes up again. This is the most you've ever heard him talk about his feelings willingly, and while sober.
"So… here we are. I've tried fucking other omegas, tried dating them, but they're awful. I can't fucking stand them. They all smell sickeningly sweet and they're all heat headed whores, and-"
"Billy."
You interrupt him, and pull on his hair, tilting his head back.
"You need to calm down."
You don't know where the evenness in your voice comes from.
"You're getting emotional, and you're going to get angry for no reason. It's okay. They don't matter."
Teaching him to be respectful to omegas is a work in progress between you and the rest of your little rag tag group. Right now a lesson in sexism isn't going to help him.
"They don't matter, right now. I'm the only omega here."
In saying that, something clicks. He hates omegas, he's scared of getting attached to one and them leaving, abandoning him. He's been as scared of you as you've been of him. In entirely different ways, and yours is much more backed with science and statistics, but you understand how big it is for him to say he cares about you at all.
"Thank you for telling me."
You appreciate his vulnerability, and with his eyes on you the way they are, his breathing calming and his hair in your hand, you realize you're probably the most powerful omega for miles. He's a dangerous alpha that you've got in your hands like he's the submissive one by nature.
"Are you going to tell me how you feel too or was all of that embarrassing shit for nothing?"
Silence washes over you. You don't know how you feel.
"I've been scared of you for a long time. It's going to take a lot to unlearn that instinct. If you mean how I feel about any kind of romantic relationship with you, I can't really say I'm sure or ready to make a decision on that."
Annoyance filters into his scent and body language, but he only shifts his weight and nods.
"Alright."
Billy just nods and looks away from you, pink dusting his cheeks. You smile, getting out of his lap slowly, waiting for his grip to loosen. When he lets you go he looks more hopeful than disappointed. It's a good look on him.
"I should head back…"
His voice is quiet and he looks over your figure for a few seconds and you realize he's waiting for you to respond.
"Be safe, and take care of Stu for me."
"Yeah."
--
Your heat has been rough, the beginning of it has been burning you alive from the inside for days, and you've been answering texts and calls less and less. You just can't focus on anything other than your toys and the incessant heat between your legs.
Billy has been around much, much more often since your chat, the two of you have been getting closer. Stu's noticed, so of course everyone else knows now too, and you're more than a little embarrassed. They all know your heat is coming up with how harshly it hits you, making you a less frequent face for days before and after, and everyone has been encouraging you to invite Billy to spend it with you.
You aren't sure if you're ready for that yet, but for the past two weeks you have been inviting him over and visiting he and Stu's house, filling your overnight bag with spare clothes you don't think he'll miss and swiping things he leaves when he changes or showers at your place. Your heat nest is nice, if you can compliment your own nest, and you'd like to, considering how it smells so very strongly of Billy, and is very, very comfortable.
You're so slick, your body feels so warm, and it hurts. You need something to fill you up, and you know what would do it, you know what would be enough, but fuck you're nervous. The phone feels so heavy in your hand when you look over at it, but you manage to dial it anyway, smiling when you see Billy's name light up your screen. His voice has the tiniest bit of a crackle to it when he speaks, the phone not capturing the sweet, sultry timber of his tones quite right.
"Hey, what's up?"
He manages to sound so casual, and you whine at his tone as you press the speaker button, your breath coming heavily.
"I… fuck. Billy, my heat, it's, it's awful, it hurts so bad, and I wanted to call you before I lose myself to it."
"Yeah? What do you want me to do?"
The gentleness in his voice is almost mocking. He's not assuming that he's invited over to help you through it, and typically you'd appreciate it, and you'd be so, so happy for him to be respecting an omega's wants over their heat's strength, it's a big thing for him, but right now it makes you groan and sigh in annoyance and pain.
"Fuck me, Billy, I want you to fuck me. I need you to come over and help me, please, I need you to knot me."
"Are you sure, Y/N, cause when I get there, if I come over, I won't, your scent is really strong, I won't be able to stop."
It's so measured, so careful, and you're proud of him for making sure you're giving him your full consent, but it's so frustrating.
"Billy. I'm proud of you for all this, for making sure I want it, but I know I want it. I know I want you, so please just come fuck me."
"A-alright."
It's the first time you've ever heard him sound so uncertain.
"I, you, you want to right? If you don't yo-"
"No, no, Y/N, I'm just… you're vulnerable when you're in heat, it's a big deal for you to trust me with this. I uh, I'll be over in 5."
"It's a 15 minu-"
"I'll be there in 5."
The call ends, and you're a whimpering mess in your bed, pushing your clothes off of your sweating body. Every second feels like eternity, you feel painfully empty, you're burning alive, whining and desperate for anything. Your fingers feel like nothing when you slide two of them through your slick and into your entrance, and even wiggling and scissoring them does nothing for you. You need more. You reach for one of your toys, it's the smallest of the three you have, but it's the closest to you.
It's not enough, it isn't nearly enough, but it's something, and that's better than nothing. You sigh quietly.
"Billy."
Your voice is tiny, a whine so breathy it's barely audible, and you push the toy deeper, the knot on the toy pushing against your hole slightly. Finally the small knot breaks through and you gasp, another moan pulling from your lips.
"Billy."
You pull the toy out slowly, the emptiness feeling absolutely awful, almost excruciating with the way it makes your body flare up like a fire with gasoline, but the press back in makes the pain worth it. You keep going, fucking yourself with the toy, leaving the knot out as you go. It feels good but not nearly good enough, and you're whimpering, your eyes shut tightly. Finally you let yourself feel the pleasure of the knot pressing into you again, the silicone making your insides swell as you shift your hips.
"Billy…."
"Yes?"
The alpha's voice startles you and you sit up, the toy moving inside you and making you moan and gasp.
"Easy there, babe."
"You just startled me."
"I told you I was coming over. You asked me to."
"I didn't expect you to be here so soon."
You're crawling into Billy's lap before he can stop you, the toy not being big enough to stay knotted and slipping out due to your movements and your slick. The bit of your cunt that rubs against his jeans soaks through and he groans.
"You're going to kill me."
His voice is strangled with arousal and need, and if you couldn't smell it in the air you'd know by the bulge pressing against you.
"No, I'm not."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive, I like you too much."
"Yeah?"
"Mhm."
Your breathlessness against the rumble of his barely contained arousal makes the conversation sound much more intense than it feels, and you're about to try and get him as hot under the collar as you feel when he looks past you and picks up a piece of clothing from your nest.
"Is this… a pair of my boxers?"
Immediately your hands grab onto the fabric and you're pulling it back, putting it in its place and fixing your nest around where it had been moved from.
"Don't mess up my nest!"
Billy's voice sounds mildly incredulous when he continues.
"Are those clean?"
"They wouldn't smell like you if they were."
"So no?"
"I don't have to answer that."
His scent is starting to overwhelm you and you frown at him.
"Stop distracting me. I feel so empty it's like I'm going to collapse in on myself, I need you to knot me."
"Yeah, yeah, I guess you are just another needy omega whore, after all."
You're about to argue with him, about to refute what he's saying, when he takes a deep inhale.
"Oh my god, Y/N, you dirty little freak, you liked that."
"Huh?"
"You liked me calling you an omega whore."
"No I didn't! That's sexist, Billy."
"Oh, but you really do like it."
Billy drags two fingers through your folds, pulling them back and showing you how it webs his fingers together. The shame in your voice is audible.
"Th-that doesn't prove anything! I'm in heat! Of course I'm going to be wet."
"Oh yeah, you're right, let me see."
His fingers slide into your entrance and he looks up at you, a smirk on his lips as he speaks to you in a ridiculously sultry tone.
"You're just a heat headed slut right now, aren't you? Desperate for some alpha cock in this whorish little hole of yours."
The triumphant way his eyes light up when your walls clench down around his fingers and you whine is more arousing than his smug face has any right to be. He pulls his shirt up over his head, and you spend every second of the process watching him move. He's so beautiful.
"Okay, fuck, you proved your point, Billy, but this hurts, I need you. The strip tease isn't helping."
"Oh yeah?"
"Fucking, yes, I need you, and I need your stupid knot, okay? Please stop teasing me."
"Beg for it."
"...What?!"
"Beg for it, whore."
You hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes, he isn't joking, but if you don't like it he'll stop too. Billy knows that alphas make you uneasy, and the way alphas can make omegas feel like they have to obey is something you're terrified of falling prey to. He's looking at you in such a gentle way, but you see the desire in his eyes too.
"Y/N."
The concern is so obvious, but his tone is commanding. You feel comforted by it. You can do this. He's trusting you. You can trust him too.
"Please, alpha… I'm yours, I need your knot, please fuck me."
"Say it."
"Huh?"
"You know what I want."
His index finger curls under your chin, and his thumb is pressed against it.
"So say it, tell me what I want to hear."
"I'm a whore."
"Mhm. Come on, more."
"I'm a heat headed omega whore. I'm a slut."
"Yeah, and who's whore are you?"
"Yours."
"That's it. Good omega."
You nod. You don't know how or when you developed this kink, but good god is it there now. Billy's hand reaches out and he runs his fingers through your hair. Leaning into his touch feels so good.
"Thank you. Thank you, alpha."
A kiss is pressed to your temple, and Billy hums quietly.
"You're so very welcome, omega."
He pulls back away from you and you whine. It's a pathetic desperate noise. He laughs. Billy laughs at you, as he strips off his jeans and boxers, tossing them at you. The clothes smell of him and you tuck them into your nest. There's precum staining his boxers and it's smeared across the head of his cock. You want to taste him, but you need his knot. A tentative but strong grip on your hair decides for you.
"Open up that pretty mouth for me."
You do as he says, letting him lower you until your lips wrap around the tip of his dick. A quiet hiss of pleasure lets you know that the slow way you slide your tongue across the slit to taste him feels good. His hand in your hair keeps you steady as he sets your pace for you. He tastes good. You lose yourself in it as much as you can, with your heat screaming at you to fill your empty cunt.
"God, fuck, you're such a good little whore for me. My omega. My good omega."
A muffled moan sends vibrations through his cock, and he grips your hair, thrusting into your mouth with a groan. You gag, choking on his length and he sighs, a quiet apology on his lips as he pulls you off again.
"I'm sorry, did that hurt you, sweet thing?"
"Just a bit."
"Aw… that's okay. I know your needy little hole wants my knot in it. Bend over."
Without arguing, you listen to him. You bend over, your face buried in his clothes that make up your nest, filling your nostrils with the scent of him. Your head is cloudy with the arousal and the need. He fills you quickly, you're wet enough to make it easy.
"Fuck. Fuck you're so tight. You're so fucking…"
Billy's voice trails off as he thrusts into you, each one sending so much pleasure through you that it soothes the heat pains. It only works for seconds at a time, but it's so, so good. You need more. More.
"Please, alpha, please, I need you. I need your knot."
"I've got you. Your alpha is gonna take good, good care of you."
Billy's voice is a low growl in your ear, and you feel his lips on your neck, so close to where a mating bite goes. Fear grabs you. He wouldn't. He knows you aren't ready, but you're in heat and your heat pheromones cloud his head too, you've heard about accidental matings too many times to count. His lips come down on that spot and he kisses it. Through your heat pheromones clouding his mind, Billy knows you're not ready. He kisses you. It's a promise, you think, and you moan as you feel his knot growing against your entrance. Between his gentleness and the thrusts of his cock into you, you feel a peak rising in you.
"I'm so… fuck, fuck, alpha please? I need you, I'm so close, I'm so close."
"I can feel it, omega, I can feel your body giving in to me, come on, cum around your alphas cock."
Finally, finally Billy's knot pops into you, stretching you so fucking full, and it's just what you need to gasp and moan and whimper his name.
"Billy, oh my god, alpha, alpha yes, yes, fuck it's so good, you're so good."
"That's it, omega. Y/N, yes, fuck, that's it. You're amazing, you feel so good, fuck, I love you."
His voice, the confession, though you'll never mention it if he doesn't first, pushes you all the way through your orgasm, and you feel Billy follow right after you, his arms clinging to you. He kisses you sweetly, and in the unaffected few moments you have you decide two things. You could absolutely fall in love with Billy Loomis, and this is going to be the best heat of your life.