wm omegaverse ft a lil bit of predator/prey play... is that what u call it lmao.
alpha!will with his hand on omega!mack’s throat. holding him, pressing him right up against the wall. his fingers and thumb are rubbing continuously at mack’s scent glands by his pulse. his scent is leaking out, sweetened up and cloying in the air, at the back of mack’s throat and will’s. except, will loves it, wants to breathe it in forever, wants it coating his tongue, to drink it right from the source.
‘mack,’ he says, a warning. his hand flexes around mack’s throat like he’s trying to wring more of his scent out. ‘are you gonna behave if i let go?’
mack’s eyes are glossy, pupils wide and wild. but he nods his head, murmurs, ‘yeah, yes, alpha, i’ll behave.’
but when will lets go, mack doesn’t behave. he snaps his teeth and fights against will’s hold. tries to shove past him and run off down the hallway. so will has no choice but to scruff him really. grab him by the back of the neck and hold his head down, bowed, so he’s staring at will’s feet.
the effect is instant. mack's whole body weakens: shoulders dropping, muscles going lax, almost doll-like in the way will can now manhandle him however he wants.
mack whimpers. doesn't make eye contact.
and will smells it. the sudden flood of slick. sweet, sweet slick. yeah, this is just what mack wanted.
will tries to discipline him and he just gets exactly what he wants. fuck. just the way they both like it.
he forces mack back against the wall. this time so he's facing it. growls, 'hands up' and mack does just that, puts both palms flat against the wall so he's leaning into it a little, hips sticking out.
'did you just lie to your alpha? said you were gonna behave and then pulled that shit? tried to run from me, huh, baby?'
macklin shudders, his words slur together so will has to tighten his grip, demands him to 'speak up, omega.'
'you'd,' mack gasps, 'you'd catch me anyway, alpha.'
'yeah, i fucking would. 'cause you're mine.'
mack nods his head as best he can in will's grip, overeager like a dumb pup. 'alpha. will - alpha?'
mack's hips sway a little. he widens his legs where he's standing, soaked through his panties and will can see it, smell it, because he tore mack's clothes off the moment the door shut behind them. got him down to his underwear all whilst will remained fully clothed, and remains like that still. he just thinks they look so fucking good like that: will in his suit, and macklin bent over, white panties damp and clinging to his pussy.
'i'm not running now. won't run. you can have me like this. please, please have me like this, alpha?'
'oh, baby,' will groans. his grip on mack's neck doesn't let up. 'oh, sweetheart.'
macklin keens, bends and bends until his back is arched, his perfect ass sticking out. will can see the shape of his cunt through his underwear because the thin material is plastered to it, wet through.
will steps forward then. knocks mack's legs further apart so he can press himself right up against him. his dick is hard, uncomfortably stiff in his smart trousers and he makes sure mack feels it. makes sure mack's slick seeps through onto his suit pants.
'you think you deserve it, omega?'
macklin doesn't answer that. he just whimpers, tilts his head and shows will as much of his throat as he can whilst will's still holding the back of his neck. he's submitting. succumbing to instinct so perfectly.
yeah, that's just what he needed. and will is the only one to give it to him.
'oh, mackie, that's right. good boy, good omega. okay. good job, baby. you can have it then.'
and he knots mack right there against the wall. and that's punishment enough: how uncomfortable it is standing there, waiting for will's knot to go down.