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“Willll,” He called out softly, voice low and teasing as he shrugged off his uniform jacket and threw it over his own bed. “I got your favorite one, even though I shouldn't have but since you're my favorite, I got you a generous amount actually.”
He didn't look away as he took the two plastic containers of Blueberry Pie out and placed them on the nightstand, “Apparently there was a new flavor in the market but lowkey I didn't want to waste shit on something I haven't tried before so I played safe and bought us the usual shit.”
There was no answer from Will and Mike sort of felt like he was talking with the wall by now.
Mike glanced at the walls— what time was it? Fuck, was there no clock in this damn apartment room? Pity.
can't he buy a damn clock? Mike glanced away from the walls, tutting, he decided to not swell on a damn clock and focus on what he should.
His eyes soon fell onto Will's covered back on the bed where he sleeps on— he had a blanket laying on himself and he stayed unmoving which just caused Mike to make a noise.
He toed his shoes off with a soft noise of relief, flexing his toes before he kicked his shoes to the side. His feet felt so damn sore.
“Bunny are you sleeping? i got you stuff, loook.” He said out loud and approached the bed in lazy steps.
Will was doing commissions the whole fucking day of course the boy was exhausted.
Again, there was no answer from the brown haired omega causing Mike to huff, “C'mon, you're acting like you're eighty years old or something— how can you be tired after this? Eat with me and then you can go to bed.” He reached out and shook the brown haired man, practically pouting.
Will was naturally a deep sleeper, he always has been ever since Mike has known him.
It was actually a hassle to even get to wake him up successfully because that's just how deeply he sleeps, regardless of whether he's tired or not. He's practically like— what did Max say about it? Ah, yeah, that he's practically in a coma when he sleeps.
And Mike could never agree more.
But since they were best friends and there was no one other than Mike who knew every and each part of Will— one way to actually successfully wake him up was well— when it was cold.
Will despised feeling cold and that's actually one of the reasons he was always coddled with all sorts of blankets and pillows.
It was funny because Mike once joked about it that Will looked like he was nesting one way or another and it had slightly offended Will and he ended up throwing a pillow at Mike that he effortlessly dodged. You could almost deem it as that Will was a natural nester— even if he wasn't in heat.
It was cute.
He was sort of nesting too right now with how he was surrounded by pillows except it was only one thin blanket that covered his body and to nest you have to be covered in all sorts of blankets and your mate’s clothes and whatnot.
“Will, if you don't wake up right now, I'm genuinely turning the damn air conditioner on and I'm leaving you with nothing on.” The curly haired man threatened not so genuinely, “I'm serious.” He added.
There was no answer except small little snores. That was so fucking cute but not cute enough to convince Mike.
“I'm filming you snoring if you don't wake up.” He shook the brown haired man again, rougher each time until Will merely hummed sleepily but never woke up, his face scrunching just slightly before relaxing.
Mike felt his heart flutter.
Everything Will did was so endearing for Mike.
It didn't matter that he was a mouthy and grumpy little thing that somehow always got his way with Mike but the thing was that Mike always let him do whatever he wanted. Max always jokes about it— about how Will always managed to order Mike around, always managed to win every argument because in the end, Mike genuinely can't have Will being upset with him.
Sure, the alpha was one difficult little shit too and there was no one other than him who teased the shit out of Will first but after getting the reaction he wanted from Will— Mike always finds himself kneeling down and asking for forgiveness, and he means that both metaphorically and sometimes literally.
“Will, Willll, c'mon, it's just food to eat with me and then you can sleep all you want.” Mike was starting to get more and more impatient, his eyes narrowed.
Will merely hummed again, dismissively almost.
Bratty little shit.
Mike scoffed, “Willll— you know what? You brought this on yourself.”
Mike suddenly pulled at the blanket roughly and yanked it away from Will's body.
Will was out cold, curled on his side facing away from the door, one long leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out and that was just his usual pose to find comfort in and sleep and that's not what Mike's eyes fell upon.
Will was— he was—
Mike felt his lips fall open and his grip loosened on the blanket.
Will was wearing some sort of an oversized sleep shirt that he probably either borrowed from Mike or it was his own and if it really was Mike’s shirt, that little thief, Mike didn't mind though.
His shirt had ridden all the way up to the middle of his back, exposing the smooth dip of his spine and the obscene swell of his hips and below that—
Mike felt his mouth run dry.
panties.
Fuck, Will was wearing panties.
sweet mother of pearl.
It was black lace, delicate as sin, stretched taut over the most ridiculous ass Mike had ever seen in his life— it was literally fucking enormous like genuinely too big to be natural for a man. There's no way a man can possibly be shaped like that, holy—
It wasn't just big, it was fucking massive.
Two fat, plush globes that jiggled slightly with every slow breath Will took, the lace of the panties digging into the soft undercurve where thigh met cheek, creating these perfect little rolls of softness.
The fabric was so thin it was basically see through in the lamplight, Mike could make out the dark shadow of his crack, the way the panties wedged up between those cheeks like they were begging to be ripped off.
Mike's eyes trailed down even when they shouldn't have and fuck fuck fuck—
Will's pussy was half bare, he could almost see all of it.
It was peeking just a little between his thick thighs because the cut was so low and obscene, the panties practically stayed glued to the outline of his cunt.
Mike’s mouth went even dryer but then flooded with spit.
Will was built like a damn disney mom and that was not okay— he means it's okay, god, its more than okay but it's not okay in a sense that fuck— in a sense that— it's not okay for Mike.
The alpha breathed in deeply, a hand coming over to rub his face roughly.
Will even slept like a damn princess.
He looked so unbothered, in a position so vulnerable that Mike felt morally challenged suddenly because what the fuck is he supposed to do with this information?
His best friend— who he never imagined something so filthy about (lie) wore panties.
Mike was ashamed to say that his cock twitched in his pants.
“Holy fucking shit,” Mike breathed, stepping closer on shaky legs.
The Pie was long forgotten on the nightstand and it's a shame that not too long ago he wanted to eat with Will but fuck now he thinks he wants to eat something completely different.
He didn’t even care.
Will suddenly shifted in his sleep, just moved his pretty leg a bit with a soft little sound causing his panties to just stretch more over his pussy.
Mike's hands flexed at his sides, eyes glued to the way Will’s ass moved when he shifted in his sleep— those cheeks spreading just enough to show the damp spot growing right over his hole.
He looked like a fucking wet dream.
Beautiful, brown hair open and fanned out over the pillow like a silk, lips parted, long lashes fluttering over his cheeks. That body— curved and soft, waist tiny, hips wide, thighs thick and soft and made to be spread open.
Mike wanted to bury his face in them.
He wanted to bite those cheeks and thighs until they bruised purple, he wanted to peel those panties down with his teeth and tongue fuck that pretty little cunt until Will was sobbing.
“Fuck” He whispered, voice wrecked, “Will.” He breathed out, trying to call for the brown haired and man wake him up.
He reached out, fingertips brushing the warm skin just above the lace. Will didn’t stir but Mike’s cock throbbed so hard he had to palm it through his pants, squeezing the base to keep from coming right there like a teenager.
He couldn’t stop staring even though he knew the right thing would be to just slip the blanket right back onto Will's body and act like this never happened and he didn't see anything but fuck, the way the lace framed everything was obscene.
Mike’s cock was already swelling up, pulsing with the need to lock in and creampie— no no no shut the fuck up, what was he thinking about his best friend— fuck but a creampie in that sweet little cunt of his would look so good.
Mike crawled onto the bed slowly, the mattress dipping under his weight. Will mumbled something incoherent, face pressing deeper into the pillow.
“Will,” Mike tried again, voice a low growl now. He leaned down, lips brushing the shell of his ear, inhaling his cozy scent softly, “Baby, wake up.”
A soft whine. Will’s brows furrowed, then his eyes cracked open, hazy and unfocused, eyelids heavy as they forced themselves open.
“Mm, wha— Mike?” Came his groggy little voice as his vision focused on the intense blue eyes that bore into him.
Mike swallowed thickly.
“Did I fall asleep?” Will asked tiredly as if that wasn't his plan all along, “Fuck, I didn't mean to— I was just dozing off— fuck, what time is it? Did you get us food already?”
His voice was all sleepy and raspy and fuck, that little rasp went straight to Mike’s balls and Will shifted, ass flexing, and the lace pulled tighter. Mike’s breath hitched.
“What’s wrong?” Will mumbled, starting to roll onto his back but then he froze as if realizing.
"You wear panties?" Mike shamelessly blurted out, eyes wide.
Will's eyes went wide suddenly and he didn't look as sleepy as he did before, he focused his vision more to see Mike hovering over him, pupils blown black, lips wet, one hand already palming the massive bulge in his pants like he was seconds from ripping them open.
“You, what, I what?— Mike?” Will’s voice cracked, high and embarrassed. He tried to sit up but Mike’s hand shot out, pressing his shoulder back down.
“Stay,” Mike rasped. “Just let me take a look, fuck, look at you.”
Will’s face burned crimson.
He glanced down at himself—shirt hiked up, panties on full display and his ass was still half exposed, cheeks fat and plump where he was laying down.
“Oh my god.” The brown haired omega gasped, cheeks flushing red.
His mouth fell open, he was soon scrambling, hands flying down to cover himself. One palm slapped over the front of the panties, trying to hide his cunt.
The other reached back awkwardly, trying to tug the shirt down over his ass. It was useless because he fabric was too short and his ass was too fucking big. All he managed to do was push his cheeks together, making them look even plumper.
Mike groaned like he’d been shot, “Fuck, Will, you need to stop doing that shit to me.” He grabbed one of Will's hands to stop him from doing anything else or even moving.
“Doing what? Get off of me, Mike.” Will panicked, heart skipping a beat.
“Why didn't you tell me?” Mike suddenly growled out, leaning down to push himself closer to Will's trembling body.
The brown haired omega hissed, brows furrowing in humiliation, “Tell you what, you fucking pervert?” He growled back, face a beet red.
“Why didn't you tell me your ass was this big?”
Will wanted to fucking cry.
Not only because Mike had just asked him that but because he was damn dead serious too. God, Will hated alphas so much.
“Fuck, it's so big, is that why you wear those ridiculously big pants? To hide all this from me?” He growled, voice thick with hunger, “I already saw everything, that fat fucking ass in those little panties— holy shit, Will, you trying to kill me sleeping in your damn panties like that?”
Will made a mortified sound, curling in on himself as he tried yanking his hand back to cover his face in embarrassment, “I—I thought you were getting pie! I didn’t know and for your information, I always sleep like this, it’s comfortable! I didn’t think you’d show up and rip the damn blanket off!”
“Comfortable?” Mike laughed, dark and filthy, "So you always sleep in your panties?"
He grabbed Will’s wrist—the one trying to cover his ass and yanked it away. “You sleep in cock sucking panties and expect me to just what? Go to bed like a good boy after seeing this?”
“Cock sucking panties?” Will parroted in a squeak, absolutely mortified by those words yet he wanted to laugh too, “Don't call them that! They're normal fucking panties!”
Mike ignored him and squeezed one of those fat cheeks hard, fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh. Will yelped, hips jerking, “M-Mike—”
“Smells so fucking good,” Mike muttered, leaning down to drag his nose along the curve of Will’s hip. His tongue flicked out, tasting the sweet skin. “You’re already wet, aren’t you?”
Will was shocked to say, absolutely shocked because Mike never talked to him like that, he pressed his thighs together and frowned. “Shut up and get off of me already, Mike, this isn't fucking funny.”
“No.” Mike’s other hand shoved between Will’s legs, cupping his cunt through the soaked lace. The fabric was drenched, slick dripping down his thighs. “Fuck, Will, you’re sopping. Are you wet because of me? You're so wet, did you want me to see you like this? With your cunt out—”
Will’s breath hitched, eyes fluttering. His pussy throbbed hard in the panties and growled as he tried pushing the alpha away but to avail, “I—I was tired and it was hot, I didn’t mean for you to see me like this—”
“Didn’t mean to look like the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen?” Mike spat out, rubbing slow circles over Will’s clit through the lace causing the omega to bite his lip, “Didn’t mean to make me so hard I could fuck you through the floor?”
He ground his clothed cock against Will’s thigh, letting him feel the massive length, the swollen knot.
Will breathed out softly, head falling back, “Stop.” He said, not meaning it.
“These panties are fucking lace— who the fuck wears lace to bed?” Mike continued, hooking a finger under the waistband and snapping it against the skin. “You wear them for me, don’t you? Want me to ruin them. Want me to rip them off and stuff this fat cock in your greedy little cunt.”
Mike just then dragged himself a bit lower on the creaky bed so that he was closer to Will's legs this time, his face almost between his legs but more or less, he was in a position where Will had his legs closed, knee pressed to his other knee and Mike was seconds away from forcing them open.
Will’s face was scarlet, but his hips were rolling back against Mike’s hand, chasing the friction. “Mike— wait, please—”
“Please what?” Mike pressed a kiss on Will's knee before trailing down to his leg, “What do you want me to do, Will? I'll do anything for you.”
He pushed Will more onto his back in one smooth motion, yanking the large shirt up higher to reveal his pretty stomach.
“Tell me what you want,” He growled, voice pure alpha command. “Tell me you wore these for me to find, fuck, I could eat your pussy— can I? I mean I don't mind it— let me eat you out—"
Will shuddered, face suddenly buried in the pillow as he stared rather timidly at Mike, legs squeezed harshly together, “You can't eat me out, idiot, I didn't shower before bed.”
“So? You smell so fucking good. I don't mind anything, besides it just adds onto the taste—”
“Mike.” Will growled, kicking him across the chest with his foot and black polished toenails, a bad mistake because Mike grabbed his foot and just kissed it shamelessly causing the omega to quickly retreat it back as if burned.
“What? I wanna do something to you, Will. Can I? Please tell me what you want, Will— I can eat you out or I can fuck you open with my cock.” Mike’s grin was feral as he spoke, forcing himself between Will's legs.
“We're not having sex, Mike.” Will said, rather flustered than authoritative.
“Why not?” Mike practically whined, “Please? I'm so fucking hard right now, it's sort of painful for me.”
“Go jack off to something, I don't know? Go watch porn or your damn hentai—”
“I don't wanna watch porn when you're here with me.” Mike growled rather impatiently, “Fuck, please? Just a lick? I just wanna taste your cunt, that's it.”
Mike pouted, spoiled like the kind that promised he wasn’t going to ask twice.
“Just a lick,” He repeated in earnest, voice dropping so low it vibrated against Will’s spine. “That’s all I’m asking, one taste and if you hate it, I stop. Pinky promise.”
Will let out a strangled, incredulous laugh that cracked in the middle, “You think I'm gonna let you eat my pussy on a pinky promise?”
“I never break pinky promises." Mike’s fingers were already hooking under the soaked lace again, tugging the crotch aside with deliberate slowness so the wet fabric peeled away from swollen folds with an obscene little sound.
Cool air kissed Will’s exposed cunt and he jolted, thighs trying to snap shut on instinct.
Mike wedged his shoulders between them before he could succeed.
“Jesus christ it’s so pretty and pink,”
“Keep ‘em open for me,” He ordered softly, almost sweetly, and then without waiting for another protest, he lowered his head and dragged the flat of his tongue from clit to entrance in one long, shameless stroke.
Will’s whole body seized.
A choked, mortified moan tore out of him before he could swallow it back. His fingers clawed into the sheets, knuckles bleaching white.
“Mike.” He breathed out, mouth falling open, “Fuck, you really licked it?”
“Mmm.” Mike hummed right against him, the vibration making Will’s hips buck involuntarily. “Told you, sweet as fuck.”
He didn’t give Will time to process, didn’t even give him a second to catch his breath.
He sealed his mouth over the entire cunt and sucked—slow, greedy, like he was trying to pull the soul out through Will’s clit. His tongue flicked mercilessly over the hood, then dipped lower to spear inside, fucking in messy, eager thrusts while his nose nudged relentlessly against the oversensitive bud.
And just to add more to the filth and Will's humiliation— Mike inhaled deeply through his nose.
Will’s back bowed just then, “Did you just smell my fucking— agh fuck, my pussy?” He gasped out, fingers burying themselves into Mike's hair.
Mike pulled back just long enough to speak, lips glossy, chin dripping with slick and his own spit. “Yeah, what do you expect? I'm an alpha, shit like this is practically cocaine to me.” He grinned, “It smells so fucking good too, so pretty, omega.”
Will panted, staring at him in disbelief.
“Too much?” Mike suddenly asked and licked a slow stripe up the length of Will’s slit again, eyes locked on Will’s flushed, glassy face.
And just as Will nodded, eyes tearing up, Mike sucked hard on the clit again, sharp, sudden and Will’s thighs clamped around his head like a vice, trying to suffocate the alpha almost.
“Mike!” Will's voice came out high pitched, toes curling as he felt Mike's hands curl themselves onto his plump thighs to pull him closer.
Mike groaned in approval, the sound muffled and filthy. One of his hands slid up Will’s arched spine as his mouth worked eagerly on his cunt.
Will’s head snapped back with a sharp gasp, throat exposed, lips parted on a soundless cry.
“Look at me,” Mike growled against the wet folds as he parted away to speak, “I wanna see you cry, Will.”
Will’s eyes were dark, teary, pupils blown as they locked with Mike’s. The alpha’s gaze was feral, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and shining.
The omega looked ruined already and he hadn’t even fucked him yet— he looked so pretty, Mike thinks it only adds to how fucking strong Will's pussy smelled and it was intoxicating how he smelled down there— delicate and so good.
Mike breathed heavily as he dove back in with renewed hunger.
He ate like a man possessed, burying his nose into the coarse and trimmed hairs of Will's cunt as he ate him out in a sloppy, loud, shameless manner. Slurping noises filled the tiny room, obscene and wet. His tongue fucked deep, curling against that spot inside that made Will’s feet arch up and his voice crack into helpless little sobs.
Mike's hand slid down and gripped one fat cheek, spreading it wider so he could bury his face deeper, nose grinding against the clit while he tongue fucked without mercy.
Will was shaking now—full body tremors, hips grinding back against Mike’s face despite the embarrassment burning through him.
“Mike, oh my god, oh my god—” Will whimpered, thighs shaking.
Mike snarled into Will's cunt, face and lips drenched as he sucked on Will's clit before turning his head and angling it at a point where it allowed him to roll the clit around his merciless tongue.
He sucked hard, relentless and flicked the tip of his tongue over the clit in fast, little strokes.
Will shattered, his stomach sucked itself in as he shook harshly and while one of his hands stayed buried in Mike's hair, the other scrambled up to grab a pillow and he buried his face into it.
His scream was muffled into the pillow, but it still came out raw and wrecked.
And fuck, he came.
His cunt clamped down hard, pulsing, gushing slick in rhythmic waves that Mike drank greedily, groaning like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. He worked him through it—tongue lapping slower now, gentler, until Will was whimpering from overstimulation, thighs quivering uncontrollably.
Only then did Mike pull back.
His chin was soaked, lips red and swollen, eyes wild.
“Fuck, did I overdo it? Y- You almost fucking choked me to death there.” Mike panted, licking his lips greedily.
Will whimpered, “My clit feels fucking numb, you asshole, I- I should've ch- choked you to death—” He cried breathlessly, legs shaking so badly.
“Sorry, baby, you just smelled so damn good down there, I couldn't help it.” Mike suddenly got up from between his legs and sat up to cradle Will close.
To say that he was expecting to be pushed away or either lashed at like Will usually does when he gets grumpy or bratty like this but it was strange that Will didn't say anything as Mike pressed closer to him.
Instead, Will all while immediately latched himself to Mike, grabbing his neck and burying his face into the cook of it with a needy noise.
“Do you need a cuddle after coming? Poor little baby, I wish you would've shown this side more, Will, delicate little thing, aren't you?” Mike cooed, laughing as he felt Will's legs wrap themselves around his waist, “It's okay, Will, I know it was too much for you.”
“Shu- Shut up, Mike.” The brown haired omega mumbled back, body trembling.
Will’s thighs were still trembling when the last ripple of pleasure finally floated away. His chest heaved in uneven bursts, lungs burning like he’d sprinted up a mountain instead of simply lying there while Mike systematically unraveled him with his mouth.
Slick still coated his inner thighs, cooling in sticky trails, and the ruined lace panties were bunched uncomfortably to one side, soaked dark and clinging. He felt obscene and exposed, wrecked in the best yet worst way.
And Mike— well, he looked down at Will like he’d just discovered the meaning of gravity, grinning proudly and cockily. He swears he would've been even more crazed if they weren't on heavy suppressants and blockers for the sake of their own sanity because ehe knows if he just so smells Will's delicate scent he'd go absolutely nuts over it— he's smelled the omega before.
It wasn't really on purpose that it happened but it was during when Will first presented as an omega and his scent was all over the place before being put on suppressants and blockers by the school regulations because who in their right mind would risk things like that? Especially in a mixed alpha, omega and beta school. He remembers getting a whiff of Will's scent and god— he remembers his teeth baring, sweat rolling down his forehead and just—
“You sure you okay?” Mike’s voice came out just a little hoarse, cracked at the edges from how long he’d spent groaning into wet heat.
Will didn’t answer with words.
Instead he reached down with both hands, fingers sliding into his curls, and tugged—gently this time, coaxing rather than demanding and pulled Mike closer.
Mike blinked once, surprised, then let himself be pulled closer, “You’re shaking,” He murmured to the omega, fond and endeared by him at the same time.
“So are you,” Will whispered back, softly, bratty and accusingly, rather stubborn.
He tightened his hold regardless, one hand cupping the nape of Mike’s neck, the other splaying wide between sharp shoulder blades, then— because apparently tonight was the night for embarrassing things— he buried his face against the side of Mike’s throat and inhaled deeply.
Mike smelled like sweat, like smoke from the exploded temple, like the cheap hotel soap they’d both used earlier, and underneath it all— something unmistakably alpha, warm and electric and safe in a way that made Will’s chest ache.
He nuzzled closer, nose dragging along the column of Mike’s throat until he found the spot just under his jaw where the scent gland sat.
Then he pressed his lips there—soft and open mouthed, not biting, just resting.
Mike made a small, punched out sound, “Will?”
“Yeah.” Will’s voice was wrecked, needy, it didn't really feel like he was actually responding to Mike.
The omega suddenly shifted, maneuvering them until Mike was the one on his back and Will was half draped over him— long legs tangled with even longer legs, chest to chest, one of Will’s thighs slotted between Mike’s until the alpha eventually adjusted them so that they were on the either side of his body.
Will's oversized sleep shirt had ridden up but he didn’t bother fixing it, instead he hooked his chin over Mike’s shoulder, nose tucked behind his ear, and made himself as small as he could on the alpha's body, purring.
Mike’s hands hesitated, hovering before finally settling, one at the small of Will’s back, the other cradling the back of his head, fingers threading gently through brown strands.
“You’re being weirdly clingy,” Mike said, but the words came out soft, almost shy.
“You just ate me out until my clit was numb,” Will mumbled into his neck. “I’m allowed to be weirdly clingy.”
A quiet laugh rumbled through Mike’s chest, “Fair.”
Will hummed agreement, then because he apparently couldn’t stop humiliating himself tonight—he started pressing tiny, absent kisses along the edge of Mike’s jaw.
Mike’s breath hitched, “You’re gonna kill me,” He whispered.
“Good.” Another kiss, this one lingering at the corner of Mike’s mouth.
Mike turned his head just enough to catch Will’s lips in a slow, lazy kiss— less desperate now, more like they were sharing the same breath, when they parted, Will didn’t go far, he tucked his face back into the curve of Mike’s neck and sighed, long and shaky.
None of them realized the haze of their relationship— two best friends (?) kissing like lovers would on an intimate and meaningful night, bodies pressed against each other and their breaths lingering on the other's lips.
Will stared up at him—dazed, chest heaving, cunt still twitching with aftershocks.
“Do you want me to fuck you that badly?” Mike chuckled, hands reaching down to grab Will's ass suddenly, “You're being so needy, Will.”
Will’s eyes widened, “That's my ass, Mike.” He hisses out, brows furrowing in anger.
“I know it is” Mike cut him off, voice hoarse, “Because I'm gonna fuck it.”
Mike’s hands were already on him before the words even finished leaving his mouth—big, greedy palms sliding down the curve of Will’s spine, over the rumpled sleep shirt until they cupped those fat, lace-covered cheeks and squeezed hard enough to make the omega jolt.
“You’re gonna fuck it?” Will echoed, voice cracking halfway between outrage and a whimper, cheeks burning hotter than the cheap hotel lamp, “We're gonna go all the way? Shouldn't like— shouldn't we wait till like— you know?”
Mike smirked, “Till what? We're married?”
Will flushed, feeling Mike's chest rumble in a laugh.
“You wanna marry me, Bunny?”
Will didn't say anything for a moment, feeling flustered and embarrassed, “No.” He mumbled, scoffing.
“Don't worry, I'll marry you anyway.” Mike was already moving.
His hands places themselves on Will's hips to stable the omega,
“Take off my pants.” He told Will, breathless and the omega did as told, eager to please and needy with haziness.
He hurriedly unbuttoned Mike's pants, fingers slipping once or twice before it finally popped free but Mike didn't make him do anything else next even though he certainly did ask for Will to take his pants off.
He just grabbed the hem of his pants and shoved them down along with his underwear but eventually Will did help him take both his shirt and pants off all the way until they were discarded somewhere in the room.
Will stared at the alpha's body needily, “Have you been working out?” He asked, feeling himself get wet just by looking at Mike.
“You like it?” Mike grinned,
Will didn't answer, he merely looked over his shoulder.
The alpha’s cock had sprang free from his pants soon enough—thick, flushed, and leaking and pressed up hot and heavy against the soaked crotch of Will’s ruined panties, the fat head nudging right against his swollen folds through the lace.
Will whimpered at the sight. Fuck, Mike was so big—
10.4 inches to be exact,
Thick and veiny too. His pussy clenched needily around nothing.
“Take your panties off.” Mike growled, voice low and filthy.
He hooked two fingers into the waistband of the black lace to help Will to take them off and just as the omega made an effort to delicately slip them off his long legs, Mike tried to rip them off.
“Mike!” Will growled, smacking his hand, “They're fucking expensive, you know? Don't you dare try to rip them off— they're limited edition, asshole.” He said in a disappointed manner before he slipped them off properly and threw them on the bed.
"Well, you were taking your damn time taking them off— if I wanted a strip tease I would've fucking asked." The alpha spat out, rolling his eyes.
Will mumbled something under his breath
"Look at you though," Mike suddenly groaned, his hands sliding up Will's body and under his shirt to feel the softness of his skin.
"Look at you, Will," he said again, "My pretty girl."
Will's breath hitched.
Girl
And fuck fuck fuck, the next thing was worth billions, trillions, Mike didn't know how much he would actually pay to see it again and again and again because Will, with his stupid little blush, gripped the hem of his little shirt with trembling fingers and slowly, so damn slowly brought it over his body, inch by inch revealing his pretty tits.
He threw the shirt over his head, immediately covering his little tits, a shy flush taking over his shoulders and chest.
"Fuck, Will," Mike stared in awe, both mesmerized and fucking horny— he was so damn hard that it hurt. He immediately grabbed Will's hand that was covering his pretty chest.
"Don't hide yourself, baby, show me— show me everything," he gasped, eyes greedy, "There's nothing to hide anymore— you're already making such a mess on my cock and I haven’t even put my cock in yet."
Will's breath hitched, hands flying to Mike's chest for balance as the cool air kissed his exposed hole, he brought his hips back to rub his cunt on Mike's cock— in return leaving his chest bare and exposed for Mike.
"Shut up— Mike, ungh, hurry up already— stop being shameless." He hissed, but his hips twitched anyway, dragging his slick folds along the underside of Mike's shaft in a slow, involuntary grind.
Mike laughed, dark and delighted, and spread his legs wider beneath Will, forcing the omega's thighs to open further as his hands slid up from Will's stomach to grope at his tits.
"Shameless? I’m not the one who sleeps in panties and gets soaked the second I look at him." He flicked Will's nipple causing the omega to flinch but the alpha didn't waste any time and slid his hands downwards.
One hand stayed on Will’s ass, kneading the plush flesh, while the other reached down to fist his own cock, smearing the leaking tip through Will’s folds.
"C'mon, Will, sit on it, baby. Show me how bad you want me splitting your pretty cunt open."
Will's face burned crimson, tears already pricking at the corners of his eyes from sheer mortification and overwhelming need.
He was shaking, thighs quivering, but he didn't pull away. Couldn't. Instead he rose up on his knees, one trembling hand reaching back to guide Mike's cock to his entrance.
The first press of the blunt head against his hole made him whimper. "Mike, it's too big, I can't, you have to help me—"
"Too big?" Mike mocked, voice dripping with fake sympathy as he gripped Will's hips and yanked him down an inch. The fat head popped inside with a wet, obscene sound, stretching Will open.
"What do you want me to do about it, Will?" He teased, cooing at the omega.
Will cried out, high and broken, as he sank down another inch.
The stretch burned so good, Mike's cock thicker than anything he'd ever taken, pulsing hot inside him.
"I- I can't, Mike." Will gasped, walls clenching tighter around Mike's cock.
"Fuuuck, that’s it," Mike groaned, head tipping back, lashes fluttering.
Both hands moved to Will's ass, spreading the fat cheeks wide open so he could watch every inch disappear inside that tight, slick heat. "C'mon, Will, just a little more, it's almost all the way in."
"L- Let me rest— Mike—" Will gasped.
It was expected— the both of them were sort of inexperienced when it came to sex. Mike didn't have many partners, especially when it came to sexual experience. Like the farthest he went was fucking his omega girlfriend's thighs back when he had one but they broke up not even after three months of dating.
And for Will it was just kissing some beta because he fucking hated alphas and their egoistical asses— he mostly shared kisses with a beta and now that he remembers, he actually kissed Max once and only because she was the only alpha (along with Mike) that he trusted enough to scent him or take care of him.
She only kissed him to calm him down that night because he had gotten into a really bad argument with Mike and his scent and hormones were all over the place but now if he remembers she has an omega too.
"No, it's fucking fine, I can take it." Will huffed out.
"Don't pull out."
"No! Wait, please— Mike—"
"Fucking hell— fuck Mike Wheeler and his damn mouth. Where did he learn to talk like that?"
Will's breath hitched, eyes widening, "Shut up— Mike."
"Last warning, Will."
Just then, Will tutted and quickly mumbled something under his breath which Mike couldn't exactly catch, "Louder, baby, say it louder."
"I want a cream— fuck— I- I can't—" Will whined, "Just come inside, Mike—"
Mike's grin turned feral.
And just then, the asshole began pulling his cock out causing Will to immediately clench down on it, his eyes widening,
"No! Wait, please— fine, fine, I'll say it— don't pull out." He whimpered, pushing himself down on the alpha's cock before it could even slide out of his pussy.
"Go on."
"Please— a creampie? I want a creampie from you— please I already said it— please Mike." Will felt tears slide down his face in humiliation because why the fuck was Mike being so mean to him all of sudden.
Regardless, the large and predatory grin that spread on Mike's face scared him even more.
"Good girl."
Mike groaned like he’d been punched, hips snapping up hard and fast again with newfound motive, fucking into Will with brutal precision.
"That’s my good girl," He panted, feeling the way his cock disappeared over and over into that dripping hole nastily.
Will was sobbing openly now, broken little cries of "yes yes yes" spilling against Mike's ear with every thrust. His cunt clenched rhythmically, milking the alpha's cock, slick gushing down to soak Mike's balls and the sheets beneath them.
Mike's knot started swelling at the base, catching on every pull out, stretching Will wider. "Feel that? That's fucking it—"
"Yes yes yes, Mike, Mike—"
With a guttural snarl, Mike slammed up one last time and locked in—knot popping past Will's rim and swelling huge inside him.
Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded Will's cunt instantly, pulse after pulse, so much it made the omega’s belly feel warm and with just that feeling alone.
Will squirted weakly on Mike's stomach, body twitching mindlessly.
Will cried into Mike's ear, body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through him, cunt spasming wildly around the massive knot. Tears streamed down his face, body shaking and clinging as Mike kept grinding up in tiny, shallow thrusts, milking every last drop into him.
"Fuck, that’s it— take it all, baby. I wish I could pup you right now if weren't on those fucking suppressants." Mike whispered hoarsely, one hand still spreading Will's cheek so he could feel the way his knot stretched that pretty hole to its limit.
Will could only sob and nod against Mike's neck, ass still twitching around the knot, tears soaking Mike's skin and chest— he hiccuped once before twice as his body trembled against Mike's.
"Yeah? You'd like to be pupped wouldn't you, Will?"
Will went limp the moment the last violent pulse of Mike's and his own orgasm faded.
His body collapsed fully against Mike's chest like every string holding him upright had been cut at once, damp with sweat and tears.
His hands were pressed against Mike's chest, sweaty and trembling— fuck, he was completely spent.
He just gave soft, shallow little pants against Mike's throat along with tiny, hiccuping breaths along with a low, broken purr that vibrated through both their chests whenever Mike shifted even slightly inside him.
Mike exhaled long and slow through his nose, arms sliding up to cradle the omega properly now— more greedy but less punishing.
One of his big hands splayed protectively over the small of Will's back, the other cupping the nape of his neck, thumb stroking gently through sweat damp strands at the base of his skull.
And even though touching an omega's nape was sort of forbidden considering that's one of the weakest assault points to exist in their body, this felt different because Mike was no alpha under any influence of hormones or pheromones, he touched Will's neck just to soothe him.
If he was out of his mind, he would've long bitten and marked Will up.
Which he really wants to do but that's a very big commitment that he knows both of them are willing to make but just not right now— soon.
"It's okay, Will." He cooed, breathing heavily, he hands roaming and rubbing Will's back, squeezing his ass, stroking through his hair, tracing the delicate line of his spine.
Will's purr grew steadier as Mike tucked Will's face back into the crook of his neck after he decided that was enough kissing for now. He pressed a final, lingering kiss to the top of his head.
"Sleep," He whispered, still knotted deeply inside of the omega.