so uhh, thank god bunny's chill with us all joining the bitching fest bc i've had bitching brainworms for the last few days and then we started talking about slickicles and i had to whip this out.
Will frowned from his spot on the couch as the door to the guest house slammed shut with a garbled, strangled sounding growl, loud footsteps stomping towards Mack’s room. Mack had been out shooting hoops in the driveway for the last half hour, complaining that he’d felt restless. Will had known exactly what was going on when he’d suggested that Mack go out to try and burn off some steam. His inner alpha was still trying to fight off the way that Will’d been secretly bitching him for the last few weeks. It was useless, anyone who knew what they were looking for could see the changes, how Mack almost curled in on himself when he was standing next to Will to look smaller, how he was starting to get a little softer around his hips. How he was almost unable to rumble properly, the sound coming out more like a broken, chittering purr that got caught in his throat. More importantly, you could smell the changes in Mack’s scent. The musky alpha tang almost completely gone, drowned out by something sweeter and warmer. He was almost Will’s perfect omega.
But that alpha aggression was still fighting tooth and nail. It was a delicate line that Will was toeing, trying to keep Mack’s whiny, bratty side, while stomping out the bite and snarl. Paring him down piece by piece until only the soft parts that Will wanted were left.
That behaviour certainly wouldn’t do. Will had worked too hard over the last couple of weeks to shape Mack into his omega, and they were supposed to be getting dinner with Cat and Toff tonight, and Will didn’t want to deal with whatever alpha instinct Mack was still clinging onto. He wanted a nice meal with his friends and his sweet omega at his side; not the alpha that kept bristling just under the surface.
Will pushed himself up off the couch with a sigh. He had just the thing to settle Mack back down to where Will wanted him, docile and purring in his lap. He made his way over to the freezer and shoved all their premade meals to the side to reach all the way to the back of the shelf. He grabbed the silicone mold and carefully popped out one of the popsicles inside, holding it up for a second as it glistened, a thin layer of frost quickly spreading across the surface.
Right from the very beginning of his little project, he’d been microdosing Mack’s food and smoothies with a slowly increasing dash of cum from his ruts. At first he hadn’t noticed much of an effect on Mack, who had only complained once at the bitter taste of his protein shake when Will had accidentally used too much. But as time had gone on, it was having the desired effect, and now as soon as Mack got a taste, even the fowlest of his alpha outbursts could be soothed down to a tame omega, leaving only a bratty pout on his face instead.
The popsicle in his hand was kind of a nuclear option, made almost entirely of Will’s cum and a couple drops of food colouring. He’d tell Mack it was a creamsicle if he asked, it wasn’t technically wrong. But Will didn’t have the patience for Mack’s alpha today, not when he was so close to finally getting what he wanted. He could feel it in the way his teeth throbbed at the thought of finally being able to sink his teeth into the gland on Mack’s neck.
So he confidently made his way to Mack’s room, not even bothering to knock before he was kneeling at the side of Mack’s bed, trying not to wrinkle his nose at the way the sour scent of angry alpha was fighting against the clean, sweet smell of omega.
Mack was sprawled out on his bed, surrounded by the start of a messy nest made mostly of Will’s clothes, the fabric bunched up and twisted, like Mack had reached out for comfort and then aborted the thought. He had his face buried in his arms and his teeth bared, but Will didn’t care. He needed his omega to stop fighting his new instincts, and hopefully this would do just the trick.
“Macky?” He asked softly, bringing his free hand up to rest on Mack’s thigh. “You ok, baby?”
Mack’s whole body shivered at the term as he let out another strangled growl, the sound crackling in his throat. “Go away, Smit.”
Will ignored him. “Brought you a popsicle, thought it might help cool you down. You were out there for a while.”
“I don’t want it.”
“Yes, you do,” Will said, keeping his voice level but making it very clear this wasn’t a discussion. “C’mon, you’ll feel better.”
Mack barked out a humourless laugh. “Doubt it.”
“Just a lick.”
“Will-”
“Macklin.”
Mack’s arms instantly slid down to his sides at the tone of Will’s voice, his eyes a little glassy as he stared back at Will, unable to fight the instinct to listen to Will’s alpha. Perfect.
Will smiled at him, wanting to coo at the way Mack had obeyed, but instead, he pushed Mack’s sweaty hair off his forehead and held the popsicle out to him. “C’mon, you’re all sweaty and gross and this’ll make you feel better. Promise.”
Mack eyed the popsicle in Will’s hand and frowned. “Where did you get that?”
“Bought them at the store a while ago. I think they were on sale,” Will lied with a shrug. “Take it.”
With a sigh that was more annoyed than angry, Mack gingerly took the popsicle in his hand and gave it a half-assed lick. Immediately his demeanor changed, like a switch in his brain had been flipped.
Will watched with a growing grin as Mack licked it again, then again, and again before sticking it entirely in his mouth and sucking, greedy without even realizing. All the while the tension slowly seeped out of his body until he was fully relaxed.
“There you go,” Will cooed, letting himself thumb at a dribble of melted cum that had dripped onto Mack’s chin, holding it up for Mack to eagerly lick clean. “Bet you feel all better now.”
Mack immediately nodded as he hollowed his cheeks, his eyes fluttering as the sourness receded from his scent, slowly shifting to something sweeter, cleaner and unmistakably omega.
For a brief moment, Will wondered if Mack was finally at the point where he’d start slicking up. From the blissed out look on his face, surely they must be getting close, teetering on the edge of something irreversible.
He shuddered at the thought and let his hand snake around the back of Mack’s neck, the skin tacky with sweat. Carefully, he gently squeezed, waiting to see what Mack would do. A rush of heat swept through him when instead of swatting his hand away or growling at him, Mack whined around his popsicle, letting Will scruff him without complaint, melting into Will’s touch.
He couldn’t help himself as he pressed his thumb into the gland on Mack’s neck, looking a little more pink and swollen than it had been a few moments prior.
Gone was the angry alpha that had stormed into the guest house a few minutes ago. In his place was the sweet, whiny omega that Will had dreamed of, soft and pliant and utterly his.
Ive been waiting for you hestia 😌 you never disappoint 😩😩❤️❤️❤️❤️
