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Bruce was getting fed up.
The irritation he was feeling was a constant companion in his life, simmering beneath the surface as he glared down the length of the dining room table. Hiding partially behind his raised coffee mug, his eyes focused on the Alpha at the other end.
Clark. Fucking. Kent.
Even thinking the name sent a fresh spike of annoyance through him.
As though he could sense the weight of the Omega’s stare, Clark’s gaze flickered up from his plate. His beautiful, stormy-blue eyes met Bruce’s for a single moment before he did something absolutely despicable: He smiled.
Not condescendingly, or mockingly. No, it was the kind of smile that made Bruce’s stomach twist. Heat began to pool low in his abdomen before he could even think to stop it.
He hated that beautiful, perfectly-shaped, chiselled, handsome face.
In reality, he wanted nothing more than to despise this man, who violated him so wholly in the woods; who claimed him as though he were something to be owned. Only three weeks ago, this same brute had hauled him over his knee and disciplined him like an unruly pup.
He hadn’t tried to lash out since. Not because he wanted to behave and earn the Alpha’s favour. No, he didn’t lash out because it was… best for him if he were to remain in tip-top shape, that’s all.
Not at all because a rosy-red ass, bruised from a spanking, made sitting in a board meeting unbearable.
His eyes dipped back down to his breakfast, jaw tightening as he stabbed a piece of cantaloupe with more force than necessary. The fork scraped loudly against the porcelain.
It was unfair that his body reacted so readily to Clark. He couldn’t stand the way instinct clawed at him so cruelly, encouraging him to lean into urges he had no desire for. Some deep, traitorous part of him leaned toward the Alpha; craved to be pupped full.
In reality, there was nothing he wanted less. The only thing he wanted was Clark fucking Kent out of his home and out of his life.
But… He couldn’t deny that the Alpha made that nearly impossible. Every single day, like clockwork, he would return home from the Daily Planet with something in hand. Never once were the gifts overly expensive or extravagant.
They were always small, thoughtful things.
“I saw these on my drive home, sweetheart, and I simply couldn’t bear to drive past them.” He would say, as he presented a handful of roughly plucked wildflowers, petals torn and missing. “They would look lovely on your nightstand, don’t you think?”
Or, “This new bakery opened up just beside the office, sugar, I thought you deserved something just as sweet as you.” He would rumble, presenting a delicately wrapped box containing a picturesque treat. It was always something Bruce adored, despite never telling the Alpha about his preferences.
And worst of all, there were the times when he was more than thoughtful. “You look tense, sweetheart. Why don’t I run you a bath, hm? I can give you a massage while you tell me about your day?” He would offer, as though running a newspaper wasn’t stressful enough, too.
Bruce hated it.
The anger, the shame, and the unwanted lust he felt warred constantly with one another. They tangled together relentlessly beneath his skin until he felt simply feverish.
He stabbed another piece of fruit. The metal tines of the fork scraped against the plate even louder than last time. Clark looked up again, intently peering at him over the rim of his glasses. “Is something bothering you, sugar?” He asked, eyebrow raising as he sipped his own coffee.
Bruce’s jaw clenched. “I’m fine, Clark.” He snapped, voice tight as he shoved the fruit into his mouth. It tasted bland, wrong, even.
Everything felt wrong.
He shifted in his seat, discomfort prickling along his skin. All of a sudden, the custom-tailored, sickeningly expensive silk dress shirt he was wearing felt like it was made out of the most irritating, coarse fabric known to man.
But, as always, Clark didn’t react to the Omega’s snappy behaviour, or to the bitter scent of annoyed Omega filling the dining room. Barely a moment later, as though sensing the tension in the air, Alfred stepped forward with impeccable timing to refill their mugs.
As customary, Clark’s was replenished first. When Alfred moved toward Bruce, he was halted by the Alpha’s hand on his arm.
“Perhaps switch him to Herbal tea, Alfred.” He said calmly. “One cup of coffee is enough; he’s already quite jittery today.”
Alfred paused, eyes flicking towards his pseudo-pup who was silently seething at the other end of the table, before turning to give the Alpha a respectful bow of the head. “Of course, Master Clark. Will jasmine suffice?”
“That’ll be perfect, Alfred. Thank you.” He said, smiling warmly at the butler.
The decision being made so casually on his behalf only served to make Bruce snap. His fork clattered loudly against the plate as he dropped it, the sharp sound cutting through the quiet of the room. In one swift motion, he shoved his chair back and stood.
“I’m done.” He muttered, already turning to storm out.
Ever patient, Clark didn’t move an inch, only keeping a vigilant eye on the feisty little Omega. “Now, where are you off to in such a hurry, little one?” He asked with that same irritating calmness in his tone.
Bruce glared at him over his shoulder. “I need to change.” This shirt was far too uncomfortable and warm, despite the chill in the air today. “And,” He paused, before huffing. “I don’t want to look at your face anymore.” He said, stomping out and up to the master bedroom.
The moment the bedroom door shut behind him, Bruce wasted no time to deftly unbutton his shirt. He shrugged it off his shoulders as he moved toward the closet, tossing the silk aside as though it personally offended him.
Immediately, his hands skimmed over the shelves, fingers brushing against every single shirt folded neatly in even rows. Each texture sent ripples of irritation across his skin; it was all simply too much.
With a frustrated huff, he yanked a cashmere sweater off a hanger and pulled it on. Despite how awful it felt against his sensitive skin, it was truly the least offensive out of all the options.
He was just about to head back downstairs when he caught sight of his bed from the corner of his eye. A strange, restless unease began to build in his chest the longer he stared at it. For all intents and purposes, it was a perfectly functional bed. One thick duvet, and two pillows on each side.
But… There was something wrong about it. He just couldn’t put his finger on what exactly that was.
Without thinking, he stepped out into the hall and made for the linen closet. Grabbing handfuls of the thickest blankets and fluffiest pillows, he carted them back into the master bedroom.
His hands moved instinctively, before his brain could even consider catching up. He was careful to work layer by layer, establishing a thick foundation of blankets before weaving spares around the edges of the mattress. Pillows were piled along the border and near the top, carefully arranged and tucked into the perfect spots.
Once he was certain it was structured properly, he stepped back to look over his handiwork. The formerly pristine bed was transformed into a plush, carefully constructed nest.
Despite how beautiful it looked, there was something missing. Something… he couldn’t put his finger on.
He glanced around the master suite, blindly relying on instinct to guide him. His feet moved before he could think twice, leading him back into the closet and stopping before the laundry basket. Once again, before he could think otherwise, he was rifling through it until he pulled out the t-shirt that Clark was exercising in yesterday. The fabric was saturated fully with the Alpha’s scent.
He brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. At once, slick gushed into his panties. He couldn’t even be ashamed of his body’s reaction when this was the perfect addition for his nest. He made sure to wind that shirt right beside his pillow, so he could keep that scent as close as possible.
This was much better, but it was still missing something. For a brief moment, he thought of the soft bergamot scent that typically followed Alfred around. Without hesitation, he was trailing down the stairs and sneaking into Alfred’s quarters to liberate him of one of his favourite handkerchiefs. Bruce was swift in incorporating it into the nest once he scurried back upstairs. Only then, when the fabric was wound into the plush nest, were the most primal parts of his being satisfied.
He couldn’t stop himself from undoing his pants, the expensive, irritating wool pooling around his ankles. He kicked them off with unnecessary force before climbing into the carefully constructed plush nest, leaving the equally irritating sweater on, for now. His scent swelled sweetly as he carefully reorganized the contents of the nest, rubbing the scent glands in his cheeks against every pillow, marking everything in the nest with his scent as distinctly his.
Despite shedding most of the offending layers, heat still bubbled uncomfortably under his skin. He didn’t know why he was so warm, not when it was a typical Gotham day, damp and frigidly rainy. He couldn’t help but squirm against the bed, the cashmere sweater digging into his oversensitive skin just as badly as the Italian silk had.
To distract himself, he buried his nose in Clark’s workout shirt, inhaling the overpowering Alpha pheromones that saturated the fabric so heavily. A shiver of pleasure slid down his spine, and he fought the urge to drag his tongue over the fabric, wanting to capture every drop of that addictive scent. He didn’t need to look to tell that slick was readily pooling in his underwear with each crisp inhale of Clark’s scent.
His eyes flicked towards the closed door, fisting the shirt tightly in one hand.
The warmth building up in his stomach was too much to bear, an unfamiliar ache of need. He had never once pleasured himself; he was far too proper for something like that. But… he’d seen Omega porn, of course. His friends at boarding school would pass around videos, talking about how pretty the Omegas were, or how their slick might taste. He always feigned disinterest at the time, despite sneaking glances out of the corner of his eye.
It didn’t seem that difficult to do.
His eyes flicked toward the doorway just once more, just to double-check that he was still alone.
Bringing the shirt to his nose again, one hand slid down his stomach. His breath hitched as his fingers made contact with the soaked silk. The fabric was utterly saturated, clinging to his swollen folds like a second skin. He couldn’t recall ever feeling so… needy like this, so desperate for something he couldn’t put a finger on.
With a soft gasp, he pushed the damp silk to the side, fingers innocently tracing over his swollen lips, tracing over the slick-coated flesh. When one digit circled his sensitive clit, his body arched off the bed, a hitched moan slipping from his lips before he could stifle it.
“Clark,” He whined, the word muffled by the fabric of the man’s shirt, a mindless instinct to call for his Alpha. It didn’t help that Clark’s scent was all-encompassing; so strong that he could taste the Alpha on his tongue, making his mouth water with a hunger that had nothing to do with food.
He was purely scent-drunk as he breathed in Clark’s intoxicatingly electric pheremones. After all, there was nothing better at removing all forms of higher brain function than a healthy dose of Alpha pheremones.
Emboldened by the dizzying pleasure pooling low in his gut, and all too aware of the blistering memory of how Clark liked to use his fingers to make him cry, he slowly pressed one inside his little hole. The tight, wet heat of his cunt clamped down around the digit. The feeling alone was… odd. And, well, one of his fingers was nothing compared to Clark’s, which were longer and thicker, and curved just right.
He bit his lip hard as he worked a second finger in alongside the first, stretching his little cunt wider. The burn was minimal, compared to the waves of pleasure that washed over him. His vision blurred as he threw his head back against the lush mound of pillows. Shifting his hips off the bed, he pressed the pad of his thumb against his throbbing clit, grinding against his own hand as he chased his release.
But, try as he might with his clumsy, frantic strokes, he simply couldn’t reach that spot in his pussy that made him see stars, the way that Clark could. His fingers were clumsy in comparison to the Alpha’s, lacking the precision, the angle, the intimate knowledge of how to reduce an Omega to a begging, mewling mess.
Frustration fueled his movements. He plunged his fingers into his slick-soaked cunt with renewed desperation, rubbing his clit hard and fast with his thumb, his hips writhing in a frantic rhythm against the bedding. Soon, the room was filled with the lewd, wet sounds of his fingers fucking into his own body, punctuated by his breathy moans and whines. The air grew thick with the cloyingly sweet scent of Omega in distress and the sweet scent of slick.
As he breathed in more of the Alpha’s electrifying scent, he couldn’t help but imagine that it was Clark’s fingers inside of him, Clark’s thumb rubbing his clit, Clark’s body pressing him into the mattress and making him cum until he was a blubbering mess. The fantasy alone of being taken by his Alpha sent him spiralling over the edge. Slick gushed from his convulsing cunt, coating his hand and thighs as he threw his head back. Bruce sank down against the base of the nest, dazed.
The low pool of heat in his lower stomach didn’t abate whatsoever, despite his orgasm. If anything, it burned hotter now that he had been given a taste of pleasure. He was so lost in his post-orgasmic haze that he hadn’t even heard the door open. It wasn’t until a low rumble echoed through the room that Bruce forced his heavy-lidded eyes open and pushed himself up on one elbow. His cheeks flushed as his gaze locked with the Alpha’s
Clark stood in the doorway, his broad form filling the space. Bruce didn’t need to guess as to why the Alpha was staring at him with such a dark, predatory, and lustful gaze. For any Alpha, the scene Bruce had established would be maddening: An Omega, flushed and dishevelled, fingers buried deep in their own cunt, the air thick with the unmistakable scent of pre-heat and sweet Omega cum.
It was a sight porno websites could only dream of replicating.
Clark’s scent intensified, if that were even possible. He flooded the room with wave after wave of thick, dominant Alpha pheremones. Bruce's body responded instantly, a fresh gush of slick coating his thighs as his inner walls fluttered around his fingers, as if trying to milk them.
“You should have mentioned that you weren’t feeling well, sugar.” Clark rasped, voice rough. His sharp Alpha fangs pressed against his lower lip. He stepped closer into the room, slowly. “You didn’t tell me you were about to go into heat.”
Bruce fidgeted helplessly under Clark’s intense gaze, his pussy continuing to pulse and clamp around his fingers in time with each of the Alpha's advancing steps. He knew he should take them out for propriety’s sake, but the thought of leaving his aching cunt empty for even a second was simply unbearable.
His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as he stared at the Alpha with wide, innocent eyes. “M-My… Heat?” He choked out, shaking his head slowly. “I don’t… I’ve never… I’m not in heat.” A bead of sweat slid down the column of his spine, despite his protests.
Was he in heat? He truly didn’t know; he’d never had one before.
“Oh, sweetheart, is this your first heat?” Clark crooned, a devilish smile spreading across the older man’s handsome face. “You must be awfully scared, huh, little one? Don’t you worry, Daddy’s gonna make you feel so much better.” He purred.
Bruce could only stare wide-eyed at the Alpha. Heat? There was no way he could be going into heat! That’s what his suppressants were for!
Oh. He did take suppressants before Clark stormed through the manor like a force of nature, rooting out every single bottle he could find. And Alfred was all too willing to assist, particularly in locating Bruce’s hidden stockpiles.
“Heat.” He choked out, blinking slowly. It felt as though the world was turning on its axis.
Clark didn’t dare step foot into the sacred boundary of an Omega’s nest. Instead, he reached to push Bruce’s sweat-soaked hair from his forehead, stroking his flushed cheek with his thumb. “You’re in pre-heat now, baby,” Clark explained, “That’s why you’ve been so irritable today,” He mused, as if solving a simple puzzle.
His eyes dropped to where Bruce’s hand was still between his thighs, lingering as he admired the way Bruce’s hole fluttered around his fingers. “Now, you just keep playing with that pretty little pussy, hm? I’m going to go call out of work and grab some heat supplies.” He murmured, running his thumb over Bruce’s lips. “I won’t leave you after that, alright?”
Bruce wanted to shove the Alpha away, to reclaim a hint of dignity and autonomy, but he simply couldn’t. Not when Clark’s hand was so big and strong, and two of those big fingers would reach so deep, would find that perfect spot deep inside his little cunt and-
He shivered violently at the thought, nodding slowly at Clark’s words. A fresh trickle of slick escaped him at the mere idea of Clark fingerfucking him until he forgot his own name.
“Good Omega. Now, stay here, hm?” Clark groaned, eyes burning with lust as he tore himself away from Bruce, already pulling his phone out as he walked with haste, the door closing with a soft click behind him.
With the Alpha gone, Bruce pulled his trembling fingers from his cunt just long enough to yank the offending cashmere sweater over his head. He thought, desperately, that if the sweater was removed, he would have some relief from the blistering fire rapidly spreading through his veins.
He rolled onto his stomach, face pressing against Clark’s shirt again as he shifted into a presenting position for better access to his cunt. His rosy, peaked nipples brushed against the soft nest, the sensation making him gasp with unfulfilled need. Every nerve was a livewire; he needed more and more.
Time lost all meaning as he inhaled Clark’s scent, three of his slender fingers trying desperately to stretch his little cunt open, and fucking into it with frantic thrusts. Frustrated tears slipped down his face, more slick dripping down his thighs as he tried to pleasure himself.
But it was of no use; it was like trying to put out a bonfire with a thimble of water. The only thing that would soothe the burning ache deep in his core was a knot.
The door creaked open again, when he was desperately trying to shove his fist into his cunt, attempting to mimic a knot. He froze in place, fingers jammed in his hole. He didn’t need to look to see who it was, not when Clark’s scent flooded the room with the scent of pure, strong, virile Alpha. Bruce shuddered, cunt clenching hard around his fingers.
“What’s this?” Clark’s voice was low as he entered the room. “Can’t get deep enough, can you, baby? Your little fingers not big enough?” He growled.
Bruce managed to turn his head, eyes watery as he gazed upon his alpha. Somehow, Clark had found time to change in his absence, now only donning a pair of grey sweatpants. His thick, delicious Alpha cock bulged out the fabric, making Bruce’s mouth water. The Alpha set down a tray of water bottles, electrolyte drinks, and protein bars.
Clark’s eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with unrestrained arousal as his gaze fixed on Bruce’s naked, writhing form. He breathed in slowly, filling his lungs with the sweet, addictive scent of an Omega in heat.
With a wet squelch, Bruce’s fingers popped out of his own slick-soaked cunt, the sound obscene in the quiet room. Words felt beyond him at the moment; all he wanted was his Alpha. His lip quivered as he rolled onto his back, looking up at his Alpha through a film of unshed tears, icy-blue eyes dilated with need.
Clark’s dark gaze was nothing more than a predatory scan, moving with deliberate slowness down the length of Bruce’s flushed body. He lingered on the Omega’s heaving chest, on the pert, rosy nipples that peaked so perfectly. His gaze dipped lower, down to the apex of Bruce’s thighs. There, the Omega’s pretty cunt was on full display; glistening and swollen, the pretty petals dripped slick onto the silken nest below him.
In his instinct-ridden haze, Bruce didn’t understand why the Alpha wasn’t making his problem go away; why he wasn’t stuffing his holes full of Alpha cock and cum and breeding him full of pups. A desperate, keen tore from his lips, a needy call to an Alpha of help-come-fuck me. Bruce never allowed himself to make such primitive noises, but now, he was acting purely with biological need.
That noise was all Clark needed to spring into action.
In a heartbeat, Clark was pulling his sweatpants off, freeing his erection. His cock sprang forth, monsterously thick and long as it bobbed against his lower stomach. A bead of pre-come welled from the slit and slid down the shaft. Immediately, Bruce’s eyes locked onto it, his tongue darting out to wet his parched lips. This was the first time since that awful day in the forest that he’d actually seen the Alpha’s monstrous cock.
Clark let out a soft, reassuring chuff: an Alpha sound meant to soothe a distressed Omega, before finally stepping into the sacred circle of the nest.
“Aren’t you such a pretty little thing?” He purred, those large, warm hands sliding immediately along Bruce’s sides and coming up to his tits. His thumbs found those pert nipples, rubbing them in slow, teasing circles. Bruce whined instantly, back arching up into the touch. “So responsive.” Clark murmured, “I can’t wait until these are full of milk, sugar. Swollen and leaking, just for me.” He groaned, then leaned down to drag his rough tongue over one peaked nipple.
Bruce’s hands found their way into Clark’s unruly curls, tangling roughly in them.
“Please,” He begged, hips rocking against the bed. “Alpha, please,” Tears overflowed, tracing through the sheen of sweat covering his skin. His cunt was aching fiercely; he was sure he would die if it wasn’t stuffed full.
A low, rumbling growl vibrated through Bruce’s chest as the Alpha’s tongue dragged over his dusky nipples. “Please what, baby?” He murmured, breath hot as his teeth caught the stiff peak.
Bruce whined louder, a continuous sound of Omega in distress. He tugged Clark’s head up by his hair, pulling him off his nipple. “Knot,” He whimpered, hips lifting off the mattress as he sought the impossible stretch that Clark’s cock would bring. “Need your knot, Alpha, please!”
With a placating smile, Clark leaned up to give Bruce a deep, mind-numbing kiss. His tongue shoved deep into the Omega’s mouth, nearly choking him with the insistence the Alpha used to plunder his mouth. His breath was stolen from his lungs; replaced entirely by the suffocating Alpha pheremones. When Clark pulled away, he admired the glazed, vacant look of submission in his Omega’s eyes.
“It must hurt, huh, sugar?” Clark cooed, a dark pleasure in his tone. He shifted his weight, body settling heavily between Bruce’s spread thighs. Hooking his hands beneath Bruce’s knees, he hitched the Omega’s legs up and tossed them over his shoulders in a twisted mirror of that first violation in the forest.
But now, the Omega was begging for it. This was a gift.
With one hand, Clark spread Bruce’s weeping lips apart, exposing the fluttering pink entrance. With the other, he guided the dripping head of his cock to Bruce’s slit, getting it nice and soaked in the Omega’s slick. By simply looking at the size difference, it was evident that the fit would be obscene. Clark’s cock was massive compared to Bruce’s tiny little pussy.
Even with Bruce’s desperate attempts to stretch himself, it would still be punishingly tight.
Not that Clark minded. A tight, clutching cunt was the mark of a good Omega. And, well, it felt infinitely better for the Alpha.
And in the end, that was all that mattered.
“Tell me, baby.” He mused, voice rough as he rubbed his cock slowly against Bruce’s slit. “Who does this pretty little cunt belong to?”
Bruce whined, a high, desperate sound. His mind was empty of everything but the burning need to cum, to be knotted and bred and fucked full. “You! It’s yours, Alpha, please-” His plea was cut off sharply as Clark finally pushed inside.
This wasn’t the slow, careful breach that he’d done in the forest, when he took Bruce’s virginity for himself. No, he drove forward in one long, relentless stroke. He buried himself to the hilt, forcing Bruce’s tight cunt to accommodate his monstrous cock.
A scream of pained pleasure tore from Bruce’s throat. His back arched as his hands slipped from Clark’s unruly curls onto his shoulders, where he left a myriad of claw marks across toned muscle.
Clark held still, buried deep for only a moment. His own breath was ragged as he ducked his head to Bruce’s throat, tongue lapping over Bruce’s scent gland. “You’re still so fucking tight, baby, even after I bullied your little cunt open,” He grunted. “Good Omega.” He growled, the praise shooting straight to Bruce’s core. His cunt clenched.
Clark pulled his hips back minutely before driving them forward into Bruce’s cunt once again, grinding his hips against Bruce’s. The initial pain of being cleaved in two was rapidly diminishing, replaced instead by a fullness so profound that Bruce was sure Clark carved out a space inside of him.
That awful, hollow ache of emptiness was gone, replaced by the firm, insistent pressure of Clark’s tip battering his cervix. A broken, relieved sob fell from his lips.
“That’s it, little one,” Clark murmured, nibbling at the skin over Bruce’s scent gland. He wouldn’t mark him, not yet. A mating bite came with a knot, as was proper. “Just breathe for Daddy, hm? Let your body get used to me.”
One of Bruce’s hands fell to his stomach, to the prominent bulge of Clark’s cock stretching him out from within. The Alpha growled lowly at the sight of the Omega’s sweet, innocent awe at being stuffed so full.
It was hard to remember that nearly everything was a new experience for the sheltered little Omega.
When Bruce rocked his hips against the massive intrusion, Clark chuckled darkly. “Such a greedy little pussy, baby, already trying to gobble me up.” He purred, dragging his cock almost all the way out, letting Bruce feel every single inch of the retreat. Immediately, Bruce cried out desperately at the loss.
But before he could cry too hard, Clark slammed back in to the root. From there, the pace was set. Clark’s thrusts were powerful, piston-like in their force as they drove into Bruce. The bed shook beneath them as he fucked hard and fast into the mewling Omega. Between Bruce’s ragged cries and Clark’s guttural grunts, the room was a cacophony of primitive noises.
Each thrust punched a moan or a sob from his lips. With his Clark bent over him, he was folded nearly in half, nothing more than a hot, tight sheath for the Alpha’s perfectly fat cock. His nails still dug into Clark’s shoulders, desperate for some sort of hold.
Pleasure, sharp and overwhelming, built up with every brutal stroke. Clark’s cock was a brand, hitting depths within him that he didn’t even know were possible. And with each thrust, he managed to brush against that perfect spot that his fingers alone couldn’t reach.
Stars exploded behind his eyes as Clark hit it, head-on. “Nng!” He groaned, drool spilling down from the corner of his slack jaw as he gasped for air. “T-There, Alpha!” He screamed, word slurring as he drowned in indescribable pleasure. Clark’s hands gripped tighter on his thighs.
“I know, baby,” Clark growled, driving into that same spot again and again. “Cum on my cock, sugar, then Daddy’s gonna pump this tight little cunt full of cum, fill you with pups. You’d like that, huh? Being round with my pups?”
The coil of pleasure in Bruce’s core wound tighter. The friction, the fullness, the mind-numbing scent of his Alpha… It was all too much. When Clark mentioned pups, of breeding him full, his orgasm crashed over him without warning, ripping a scream of explosive bliss from his throat. His cunt convulsed around Clark’s cock, slick gushing around it.
Bruce was still shuddering through the aftershocks when he felt it. Exactly the same as last time, with each thrust into his wet cunt, something was catching on his already stretched-full entrance.
Alpha’s knot. His mind supplied.
Despite his body’s overwhelmingly desperate desire to be knotted, panic cut through the haze of pleasure. “A-Alpha, it’s - it’s too big, I can’t-” He whimpered.
“Shh, you can,” Clark soothed, voice tight with his own impending release. “You’re an Omega, little one, you’re meant to be takin’ knots,” He brought both hands to Bruce’s waist, wrapping around it. In one smooth motion, he rolled them over. Now, Clark was on his back, and Bruce was straddling him, impaled, with Clark’s cock buried to the hilt inside him.
Then, the knot blew.
His eyes rolled back in his head as knotting hormones flooded his system, short-circuiting any form of higher brain function. His mind went blank immediately, white noise filling his ears. Despite having cum only moments ago, his body convulsed with another intense orgasm, back arching as his cunt worked frantically to milk the knot locked deep in his cunt.
Clark roared as he came. Hot, fertile cum painted the walls of Bruce’s cunt, pumping straight into his empty womb, load after load, until the Omega’s stomach was bulging from the sheer amount. Only then, when he had filled his chosen mate with his cum, did he wrap his arms around Bruce and pull him down onto his chest, sinking his sharp Alpha fangs into Bruce’s scent gland.
Claiming him, permanently, as his mate.
Immediately, Bruce went boneless against Clark’s chest, overwhelmed with overstimulation of being knotted and mated and exhausted by the fire burning low in his core.
His eyes drifted shut as he melted against his Alpha. Before he knew it, he was dozing off, content to listen to Clark’s steady heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest.
He only stirred when a large, warm hand began carding through his sweat-soaked hair. The fingers caught in the tangled locks, tugging gently. “Come on, little one,” The Alpha’s voice murmured from above, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. “You need to stay hydrated, sugar. You can nap after.”
Something cool and smooth pressed against his lips. His nose wrinkled at the interruption. The world was a blur of warm skin and the scent of an Alpha, and he was too content to want to move. Blinking his eyes open took too much out of him; his eyes were heavy, lashes sticky with dried tears. He was able to tilt his head back just enough to see Clark’s beautifully handsome face looking down at him.
The Alpha gave him a blinding, affectionate smile. With his free hand, he reached down to gently wipe a stray tear from Bruce’s cheekbone. “C’mon, princess,” Clark crooned. “Do you think you can drink the bottle for me?”
Bruce blinked slowly, his mind hazy. The idea of moving, of doing anything, felt like a Herculean task. He was so perfectly comfortable, anchored on top of the Alpha’s warm chest. He shifted his hips minutely, a pathetic whine falling from his lips as the motion tugged on the knot stuffed in his cunt. His cunt clenched around the intrusion. “Alpha,” He breathed out, the word barely audible. It was a sigh of pure, instinctual recognition.
It was the only concept his heat-addled brain could reliably grasp.
Clark chuckled softly. “That’s right, baby,” He cooed, his thumb now stroking Bruce’s cheek with nothing but tenderness. “I’m your Alpha. And your Alpha says you need to drink.” He tilted the bottle again, the plastic lip nudging more insistently.
Obediently, Bruce parted his lips and let the cool, sweet liquid flow into his mouth. The artificial cherry flavour was overwhelming, but not unpleasant. He managed half the bottle before he turned his head away with a weak noise of protest.
With a fond, exasperated huff, Clark set the bottle down on the nightstand. “Stubborn as ever, aren’t you, baby?” He mused. Reaching for a protein bar, he broke off a small piece and held it up to Bruce’s lips. “Here. Just a little, for me?”
Bruce’s hooded eyes focused on the morsel, and then on the Alpha’s deliciously thick fingers holding it. Slowly, he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Clark’s fingertips, his tongue curling around them and lapping at the salt of his skin before drawing the piece into his mouth with a soft, wet suck. His lust-blown eyes held Clark’s gaze as he did.
Clark’s breath hitched. His eyes, which had been soft with adoration for his little mate, darkened with desire. “Who knew,” He breathed, voice low. “That underneath all that ice of yours, you’d be such a slutty little minx.” The crude statement was said with nothing but awe. He didn’t pull his fingers back; instead, pressing them back onto Bruce’s tongue.
The Omega was more than eager to comply. He suckled at the digits, tongue lavishing attention on each one as he moaned weakly around them.
Clark watched, mesmerized, as Bruce fellated his fingers. “Fuck, baby,” He groaned, pulling them free with a soft pop. He brought them to his own mouth next, sucking them clean of the Omega’s saliva. “I can’t wait until I teach you how to suck cock, princess. You’re a natural.” He leaned down to press a hard, possessive kiss to Bruce’s mouth.
“Now, get some rest, sugar. You’re going to need your rest before we go again.” He murmured, guiding Bruce’s head to rest against his chest once more.
Bruce couldn’t argue. He nuzzled back into Clark’s chest as he went limp, the knot inside him leaving him pleasantly full as he dozed off.
The next week continued much of the same way; a feverish blur of endless sensation. Bruce’s consciousness ebbed and flowed, his entire world reduced to the burning heat of his core, and the relentless pounding of Clark’s cock cleaving him in two.
He would wake from a dreamless sleep only to find himself already being used. Clark would be spooned behind him, buried to the hilt in his sloppy cunt. The thrusts were slow and lazy, pressing firmly into his cervix with each drive forward. A pathetic, needy whine fell from his lips before he was even aware.
“Shh, I know, sugar. I know it hurts.” Clark soothed, arms tightening around Bruce’s middle to pull him closer. “It’s okay, Daddy’s here. I’m gonna make it all better for you,” He would say, driving into Bruce’s lush cunt with renewed fervour now that his mate was awake. He didn’t tease or take his time. No, he was an Alpha fucking an Omega through their heat.
Bruce could only moan a weak, continuous sound of overwhelming relief, surrounded fully by the sensation of being fucked, the scent of his Alpha, and the building heat in his core. It didn’t take long with the friction and angle for him to spill over the edge in a mind-blowing orgasm. His cunt clenched around Clark’s driving cock to milk it dry.
And every time, Clark would follow only moments later. The swelling knot stretched his cunt open, before blowing completely and locking them together. His mind blanked as knotting hormones flooded his system, back arching as Clark flooded Bruce’s overstuffed womb with another hot, claiming rush of seed.
Each time he blinked back into awareness, he was always in a new position. Once, he found himself with his face pressed fully into a sweat-soaked pillow. His body was arched, ass in the air as large hands gripped onto his hips. Clark’s cock was driving into him with punishing thrusts. The sound was obscene as seed from their previous couplings dripped down Bruce’s trembling thighs; frothing from his stretched entrance with each inward drive.
“Welcome back, baby,” Clark growled from above him, punctuating his words with a particularly deep, grinding thrust. Stars exploded across Bruce’s vision, a broken stream of moans and whimpers pouring from his lips. “I missed those pretty sounds, sugar.”
Bruce couldn’t answer. His mind was a scrambled mess, devolved entirely into nothing more than a mindless, quivering little fuckdoll. The overwhelming scent of sex and Alpha penetrated the nest. He was nothing but a tight, wet sheath for his Alpha to breed full of pups.
Clark’s thrusts grew shorter, hips grinding against Bruce’s ass as his knot popped in again. The moment it plugged him full, his body convulsed violently, back arching, cunt clamping to milk the knot. His world dissolved once again into white noise, darkness claiming him.
The final time that Bruce woke, the burning ache had faded entirely. The world was no longer a cacophony of lewd sounds, of Alpha pheremones and the scent of slick. He was submerged to his chest in deep, jasmine-scented water. His back was pressed against a solid, familiar wall of muscle.
Clark’s chest.
Large, warm hands moved over him with a methodical tenderness. A soft, soapy cloth was being drawn in slow circles across his shoulder and down his arms. The touch was possessive, but so, so very gentle.
Bruce purred; a low, instinctual sound that vibrated through his sore throat. His entire body felt utterly spent, weak from overexertion.
“I think your heat’s finally broken, baby,” Clark murmured, a low rumble spilling from his own chest in response to Bruce’s content purrs. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the shell of Bruce’s ear before continuing his ministrations and sliding the cloth down the plane of his chest.
The drag of the fabric over his skin, even with the soap, made Bruce shudder. His entire body was sensitive; every nerve ending was on fire. He didn’t need to look down to know what he looked like; he could feel the throbbing ache of countless love bites scattered across his shoulders, his chest, his thighs. Handprints marked every inch of him, too; his hips, his waist, his arms.
Clark took a savage pleasure in marking the Omega, ensuring that the world would know of his claim.
“H-How,” Bruce rasped, voice wrecked from a week of screams and sobs. His eyes fell shut as he relaxed against the Alpha. “How long has it been?”
“About six days,” Clark murmured in response. His soapy fingers slid down Bruce’s toned stomach. They slid past his navel, inching lower towards the sore, swollen flesh between his legs.
A jolt of instinctive panic, or exhaustion, shot through Bruce. “N-No,” He whined, the sound weak. He made a feeble attempt to shove Clark’s hand away, but his arms felt like lead weights.
Clark easily caught his wrist, grip firm, but gentle. He brought Bruce’s hand to his lips and pressed a loving kiss to the knuckles before placing it back in the water. “Shh,” He soothed, nibbling lightly on Bruce’s earlobe. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine. “Let me take care of you, baby,” Clark murmured, voice low. “You can come once more for me, can’t you? Just once more. Be good for your Alpha.”
His fingers finally made contact. Thankfully, they didn’t plunge straight into his abused little cunt. Instead, they began to circle his swollen clit. With a gasp, Bruce’s head fell back against Clark’s shoulder. It was all too much; his body was worn out from days of constant use.
“Clark, please… I’m s-so tired,” He whined, tears of exhaustion pricking at his eyes. His cunt began to slick up, nonetheless.
“I know you are, sugar,” Clark cooed, his free arm wrapping around Bruce’s waist to hold him securely. “Just relax, hm? Let me do all the work. You don’t have to do anything.” His fingers continued their gentle, insistent circles.
Bruce fought against it for a moment longer, his body tense. But the warmth of the water, and the skilled touch began to wear him down. A broken moan fell from his lips as he twitched. Pleasure began pooling low in his core once again.
“That’s it,” Clark whispered, holding the Omega close. “Just like that. Let go for me, baby.”
When he came, it was nothing like the mind-shattering, knot-induced orgasms. This was a slow cascade of pleasure that left him breathless. A quiet sigh fell from his lips as his head tilted back.
Clark held him through it, fingers still moving to draw out the pleasure of his mate’s orgasm. Only when Bruce went completely boneless and limp against his chest, did he still his hand. “Good boy. You did so well for me.” He praised, pressing a soft kiss to Bruce’s temple.
The next several minutes were spent in silence as Clark resumed washing Bruce with nothing but reverence. Soft apologies and adoring kisses were peppered onto Bruce’s jawline as he gently wiped away the evidence of their couplings.
Finally, when Bruce was spotless, Clark lifted him from the bath. He dried him with the largest, fluffiest towel he could find. He didn’t bother with clothing. Instead, he carried his naked mate back to their dimly lit bedroom.
The nest had been stripped, the soiled sheets and blankets replaced with clean materials. Clark gently lay his naked mate down in the plush bed, eyes raking over his form with hunger. His eyes dipped down to that lush cunt, nestled in soft dark curls. The lips were swollen, puffy and glistening from constant use.
His hand moved to his hard cock as it bobbed against his stomach. He fisted it in slow, lazy strokes as he kept his eyes fixed on Bruce’s body; on the slight bulge of his cum-stuffed womb.
Blearily, Bruce blinked up at the Alpha, tired eyes struggling to focus. His gaze drifted, falling to the thick appendage in Clark’s hand. A helpless whine spilled from his kiss-swollen lips. “A-Alpha?” He murmured, scent swelling briefly.
“Shh, nothing to worry about, princess,” Clark murmured, his voice a low rumble. He moved slowly, sliding onto the bed beside his mate and pulling him against his chest. He kept one arm locked around him to hold him still. His other hand continued its slow stroking.
Bruce’s breath hitched nervously. Clark nudged his thighs apart with his knee before guiding the weeping head of his cock to Bruce’s sore little hole. Rather than burying inside as Bruce expected, he simply tucked it between those slick cunt lips.
With a low grunt, Clark squeezed the base of his cock with one hand, right where the knot normally formed. Rope after rope of thick, sticky cum flooded directly into Bruce’s greedy cunt. He jolted at the sudden sensation, at being stuffed further with more cum.
“There,” Clark murmured, voice rough as he pulled his softening cock away. A thin strand of cum connected them before breaking. With a hum, Clark used his fingers to push the droplets back inside Bruce’s fluttering hole. “We’ll keep you stuffed full, baby. Every day if we have to. Until we’re sure it takes.” He pressed a soft kiss to Bruce’s shoulder.
Bruce shivered at Clark’s next words, whispered into his ear. “You’re going to look so pretty when you’re all pupped up for me, baby.”