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Claim : Alpha!Johnny

🌙 staring. Alpha Johnny x Omega afab!Reader

🔮 preview. When a pack offers up you, an omega, to Johnny as a show of ‘good faith’, he knows he needs to get you out of there. The tricky part is introducing you to his all alpha pack and making it clear that he doesn’t have a claim on you and that you’re free to choose any mate you’d like. As your first heat living with Johnny looms, tensions rise.

tw/cw. a/b/o au, abo class systems, power dynamic focus, mentions of werewolf men being creepy to omegas, arranged ‘union’, sugar daddy Johnny, fingering, oral (f receiving), sex, overstimulation, mentions of oncoming heat, mentions of masturbation, general shenanigans, size kink, big dick Johnny, virgin!reader

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 18.4k

🍭 aus. a/b/o, arranged union, omega!reader, alpha!johnny, heat etc...

☀️ mlist + an. edited for minor tweaks + bonus patreon extension as of February 2023, find the masterlist for this au here

Your bed is cold but you can't find the energy to do anything about it. All you can do is stare at your ceiling, words repeating over and over in your mind: today’s the day.

You’re leaving one world of confinement to enter another. However, instead of a pack knocking you down and reminding you over and over again of your inferiority as an omega, you’ll have an alpha mate doing it. And the largest alpha in his pack no less.

Your pack had said they chose him because of his size. Strong babies, strong lines they’d insisted, as if it would have anything to do with them. You doubt you’ll see any of them again, as your new ‘mate’ lives in the heart of the downtown of the city, whereas your pack prefers the space of a manor house on the far outskirts. Besides, do you ever really want to see your pack again?

Today at noon, as a show of good faith and unity, your pack will all but gift you to an alpha who you’ve never even met. An alpha from a pack of alphas.

You don't even know what that entails and you don’t want to think about what it might mean in terms of your heat. Some packs adopt a more polyamorous lifestyle, throwing omegas around like a joint at a bonfire, is this what you can expect for your life?

Burying your face in your pillows, you fear the worst.

The first thing you notice as you’re escorted outside by the alpha of your pack is the three cars pulled up to the manor. They’re not the type of cars your pack would own, which are mostly SUV’s, black, more for practicality than anything.

The cars you’re looking at are anything but practical. They’re flashy, exuberant- an excessive show of wealth. Bright coloured too. All luxury cars, although you can’t name the brands off the top of your head.

One car is yellow with black stripes, one is red, and the last one all black. The alphas in front of you are city alphas. And on top of that, they’re a complete anomaly.

You watch in shock as the three alphas all form a line at the bottom of the steps to the manor. Shoulder to shoulder, they look united.

Next to you, your own alpha stiffens at the mere presence of them. He’s older than the younger alphas at your doorsteps, but the power that radiates off of them is obvious even to you.

Alphas. Stronger united.

Who would have thought it possible.

You finally pull your gaze from the cars, allowing your eyes to land on the three alphas who will become your pack the moment you leave this place.

Your eyes are naturally drawn to the massive one standing in the middle of the three, but you force yourself to inspect the other two first.

They appear to be younger than the big alpha, and they’re looking at you unabashedly.

Mischievous brown eyes glint at you, a sliced brow and a smirk that throws you off.

A soft smile greets you from the other alpha and you decide you prefer him, even if he does seem to be jittery, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

With a deep breath, you finally assess the middle alpha. The big one. Your alpha.

Like the other two, he’s in a suit, but his just fits different. The way the black jacket hugs his broad shoulders, which show strength, makes the omega inside of you purr with delight. His face is handsome, and your eyes meet. He flashes a smirk, winking at you, and you’re taken back by the handsomeness of his face.

Next to you, your alpha’s mate touches your arm. She’s softer, and you like her. She’s been through this before, an arranged mating. When it had been announced that this would be taking place, she’d talked with you for a long time about expectation and how to make things ‘work’ with an alpha if it’s a relationship lacking love.

Now is the part where you walk down the steps and start your new life, the touch on your arm is your reminder to move.

You hesitate a moment longer, which earns you a growl from the alpha next to you.

Swallowing thickly, you lift your chin to appear confident, beginning your descent down the steps of the manor.

With each step, you become more and more overwhelmed by the unfamiliar smell of the new pack, made all the more pungent by the presence of not one but three alphas.

You falter a little when the big alpha moves out of the line, but relax when you realize it’s just so he can open the passenger side door of his car for you. You can’t help but feel a little bit happy that he has the black car, the other two are a bit much for you.

Standing like sentinels, the two alphas your ‘mate’ has brought with him watch you walk past them to the car. You nod your head slightly at the alpha there and he nods back, closing the door behind you and locking you into your fate.

Only once you’re tucked away do the sentinels break free of their watch. Eyebrow slit goes for the yellow car, and soft boy takes the red one. A moment later, your alpha gets into his seat.

You face forward, holding your breath, trying not to let his scent be too overwhelming.

You’re not used to the smell of other alphas, and it’s throwing you off. Your skin is clammy, heart racing in your chest from anxiety, and you’re nearly shivering.

The man next to you says nothing as the cars all rev to life.

Red leads, your vehicle follows, and you guess yellow takes the rear. The road to the gates of the manor house feels extremely long, and when your fleet of luxury cars passes through them, you finally let out a breath.

It feels good to have escaped your pack, even if it’s just to be scooped up by another.

The moment you’re through the gates, you hear an engine rev again, and then the yellow sports car goes whipping past you. Red matches the new speed, but with the yellow having a head start, mischief boy takes the lead.

You wait for your own alpha to accelerate but he doesn’t, and soon the other two cars are out of view down the road.

You gnaw at your lip, hands fidgeting in your lap.

The quiet is no fun at all, but you’d be stupid to question your alpha this early. No, you’ve been taught to be a good omega. To be quiet. To be submissive.

A few minutes go by in silence, and then the car starts to slow, coming to a stop on the side of the road.

You brace yourself for whatever is to come. For whatever is about to happen.

“How do you feel?”

You’re taken back by his voice and his words. Your mind short circuits trying to deal with both at once, and it takes you a moment to collect yourself. “Good.”

“Liar,” the man scoffs, half turned in his seat to look at you.

You mirror his motion, having been taught to react accordingly to alpha body language.

“How do you really feel?” he clarifies, then his voice goes low; “Don’t make me force a response from you.” His smile appears again, “because I will.” He winks at you for the second time and you’re shaken by his behaviour and demeanour. He’s all over the place, which makes him hard to read.

“I’m feeling...” you look around, taking in the trees outside and the open road which will take you to - you assume - yet another confined place, “not good?”

“So like, bad,” he clarifies. “That’s definitely a feeling.” He nods to himself for a moment. “Try another one.”

“Confused?”

He nods again. “Another good word. Let’s see if I can clear anything up for you,” there’s a beat of silence, then, “First, I’m Johnny, it’s great to meet you, and you are…?”

“Y/N,” you respond.

He does the most curious thing next, he holds his hand out for you.

Your alpha wants to shake your hand?

He looks at your confused face and then down at his hand. “You know what,” he puts his hand down, “obviously there’s a disconnect here. So I’m going to tell you the story the way I see it, and after, you can let me know what you think, how does that sound?”

You nod.

Johnny looks at you a moment longer, opening his mouth then shutting it.

He sighs.

“So your old pack,” it’s odd to hear him call them your old pack when he’s had you all of what? Five minutes? “The alpha reached out about offering up an omega, and my first instinct was to decline, immediately.”

Another odd thing, for an alpha to decline an omega, almost unheard of.

“But then I thought, if I don’t ‘take her as a mate’,” Johnny air quotes, “they’ll gift her off to some other alpha who could be a douchebag. So I figured the best thing would be to accept, to get you out of your pack situation and bring you to a place where you’re not going to be forced to mate with just any alpha you’re offered up to. In fact, if you want to not mate at all, that’s fine too, I'll take care of you now, I promise.”

You can barely register his words. It all comes too fast.

Blinking at the alpha in front of you, you’re dumbstruck.

He gives you ample time to say something in response, and then nods when you don’t.

“Yeah, a lot to take in. I can only imagine. Looks like you had a pretty shit time back at that fucking manor house, huh?” He starts the car again. “No worries, you’re safe now. I’ll take you home and get you settled, we can talk when you’re ready.”

Taeyong owns the building the pack lives in, and each alpha has their own apartment that has been layered throughout the structure depending on preference when it was constructed only a year ago.

Taeyong’s place is on the top floor (which is shared with Doyoung, Johnny and Kun), and many pack meetings take place either in his dining room, or the private room at Johnny’s club.

The whole pack is ingrained in real estate, and Johnny enjoys having his own little party central anytime he feels the need for some entertainment.

Having reached the apartment building well after Haechan and Mark, Johnny spared you the interaction with them. The two men are actually some of Johnny’s closest friends, and he trusts them, but he knows it could overwhelm you to suddenly be around so many new alphas after being used to just one your whole life.

The elevator ride up to his home is quiet and Johnny doesn’t mind.

He understands that this is an adjustment for you, that you’re weary of him. He allows you to flatten yourself near the wall of the lift to get away from him, and he faces forward even as he feels your eyes on him.

You smell pretty, most omegas do, so Johnny breathes deeply. He enjoys the scent all the way up to the top floor of the apartment building, where he, Taeyong, Doyoung and Kun live. They’re generally considered to be four of the top alphas within the pack- although Haechan would argue otherwise.

But more importantly, their floor is quiet.

Johnny’s pretty sure he’s heard of some of the younger alphas being troublemakers down on the lower levels, (something about a fire at Mark’s place and a lack of any sheets at Jungwoo’s) but none of their childish behaviour can touch him, or you, up here.

When you reach his home, Johnny opens the door for you, offering a small smile as you step past him and into the space.

“Should I give you a tour or do you want to explore on your own?” Johnny asks, setting his keys down and loosening his tie.

He enjoys a good suit, but he gets tired of wearing one pretty fast. It had been necessary to look good when he met your family, it had been expected at least, and Johnny is more than happy to finally be in the comfort of his own home.

When you don’t answer, Johnny nods. “Okay. I’m going to go change, then I have to head over to Taeyong’s. Mark should have brought your suitcase up and put it in the spare room, which I guess is your room now. You’re free to anything in the fridge, and if you don’t like what I have, you can order food with an app-” he considers you for a moment, “you have a phone, right?”

You shake your head. Your last pack hadn’t allowed you to have one, another omega restriction.

“Ok, well I’ll fix that.” Johnny takes his suit jacket off, putting it on a chair and reaching into his back pocket to procure his own cell. “This is mine,” Johnny shows you, “I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone, so you can have it while I’m away. The passcode is 1234- I know, I’m a genius, right,” he sneaks a glance at you and is satisfied to see you crack a smile at him. “If you need to contact me, call Mark, can you remember that?”

Johnny watches you nod. He wishes you would be more verbal but he guesses that will come with time.

“I’ll be right next door,” he says, “but, I’ll be with my pack, and you probably don’t want to meet them just yet.” Another pause. “You know what, I’m also going to leave you with some money.” He pulls out his wallet next, fishing out a few twenty dollar bills. “You can pay for food you order with this, but my apps also have my card attached to them.”

Johnny wonders if he’s rambling. He wonders if you’re even fully processing the information. It must be a lot for you, and he wonders if maybe it’s best for you to just relax. He opens his mouth to tell you as much, to say ‘maybe you should just go sleep’, but he knows that his suggestion might sound like a command.

The last thing he wants is to assert himself as your alpha barking orders.

He’s your protector right now, not your alpha.

Johnny nods at the silence. He wants to stay with you and make sure you’re okay, wants to show you to your room and ask if you like it, but something tells him it’s best to just leave you to get used to the place on your own.

Johnny’s accustomed to living alone, so he doesn’t even bother to close the door to his room as he heads inside, buttons of his shirt already half undone.

The white dress shirt falls to the floor of his walk-in closet when he enters it. Then the alpha heads over to grab a hoodie and some sweats from the comfort section of his vast collection of clothes.

When Johnny exits his room, he finds that you’re no longer standing by the door. He smells you inside the guest room as he passes by, but he doesn’t look inside, another conscious decision to give you space.

When he reaches his front door, he pauses before grabbing the handle. The alpha inside of him is saying ‘Don't you dare leave this room. Don’t you dare leave her.’

Good thing Johnny has a handle on his primal self, and he easily pushes the thoughts back.

Outside of his apartment, Johnny runs into Doyoung stepping out of his own home to go to Taeyong’s.

The stoic alpha looks Johnny up and down, nose crinkling. Johnny assumes he’s seeing if he can smell omega, but a frown shows that Doyoung has come up empty handed.

‘Good,’ Johnny’s alpha side purrs, oddly territorial of your scent already. Johnny dismisses the possessive connotations, deciding that he’s simply happy that the scent blocking doors they had installed are working... to some degree at least.

Most omega scent isn’t strong enough to linger on an alpha unless the omega is in heat, however the location one lives becomes pleasantly perfumed by them.

Johnny can’t have alphas coming and drooling at his door every day when they’re bored and need something to fuel a good self love quickie, because he’s pretty sure some of the younger alphas wouldn’t be against the idea.

“Is she in there?” Doyoung asks.

Johnny nods, locking the door behind him.

“Aren’t you worried she’ll leave while we’re at the meeting?”

The large alpha shrugs. “if she leaves then she leaves, I don’t own her. But I don’t think she’ll do anything rash.”

“What makes you so sure?” Doyoung studies his older friend as they walk the few meters to Taeyong’s door, knocking.

Johnny shrugs again. “It seems like she was pretty constricted at her last pack’s manor house, the city is way too dangerous for her to be out alone in it. I don’t think she’ll put herself in that position.”

Doyoung nods and they both listen in on whats happening behind Taeyong’s door. Johnny can hear the words ‘knot’ and ‘condom’ and laughs to himself that Taeil seems to be stuck teaching someone about the birds and the bees.

The door opens, revealing a happy looking Mark. The young Canadian alpha ushers them into the massive apartment which is full of their pack.

“Johnny’s here!” Haechan’s voice rings over the chatter, and suddenly eyes are all turning towards the new men in the room, who make up the final members of the pack, signalling the meeting can begin.

“I’m here too,” Doyoung glares at Haechan, who continues to ignore him, instead handing Johnny a beer.

“Is she here?”

“Can we meet her?”

“Why did you take Mark and Haechan to get her and not me?”

“Does she smell good?”

“What’s she look like?”

“Is she nice?”

A flurry of questions hits the Chicago native and he simply laughs, going and taking a seat at the massive dining table where Taeyong is situated at the head. Johnny takes the chair next to him, fulfilling the position as right hand man.

“Did it go okay?” Taeyong asks.

Johnny nods, suspecting Mark and Haechan already gave a run down of the day to the pack. “She’s just getting used to the apartment.”

“I think she should have someone there guarding her to make sure she doesn’t leave,” Doyoung quips, sitting down opposite Johnny.

“She’s not a prisoner,” Johnny sighs.

“But she’s an omega, she might do something stupid like run without knowing it’s a bad idea. She doesn’t have an alpha to stop her from making the wrong decisions right now,” Doyoung argues back.

“You’re right, she has twenty three of us sitting in the room next door.”

“Twenty two,” Doyoung states.

Eyes look around the room for something missing.

“Who did the count when we got here?” Ten asks in confusion. They’ve gotten used to counting out all twenty three people before every meeting.

“Renjun did,” Mark answers, throwing his friend under the bus and making everyone look to one of the smaller members of the pack.

“No I didn’t,” Renjun defends himself, “I said ‘it looks like almost everyone is here’ and then Haechan said ‘everyone except Johnny’ and we all just went with it.”

“So who are we missing?” Taeyong groans and looks around.

“Lucas!” Kun’s voice fills the room and everyone realizes that of course Lucas is missing. Other than Johnny, he’s one of the bigger members, and it’s a shock no one realized that the resident happy virus puppy was missing.

The door to the apartment opens and Lucas saunters in with a grin, “Me!?”

It’s obvious he’s only caught the tail end of this, his name. He has no idea what the pack is talking about. No idea that they’d all just forgotten of his existence.

“Lucas!” Hendery runs over to his friend.

“Sorry I’m late,” the big alpha says, heading into the kitchen to grab a snack because he prioritizes food above all else, “something weird was happening down in the lobby.”

“Something weird?” Taeyong sighs. First Lucas interrupted the meeting, and now he’s going off topic, but Taeyong feels like this is something that should be addressed.

“Yeah, there was this girl- and she kinda smelt like Johnny-”

Taeyong jumps to his feet, and the smirk Doyoung flashes at Johnny says ‘I told you so’.

“Did you talk to her, did she leave?” Taeyong asks, questions coming out in rapid fire.

Lucas shakes her head. “She was just kind of standing there and looking outside.”

Johnny stands up slowly, sighing. “I’ll go get her.”

People walk by outside, unaware of your watchful eyes, hidden by the glass doors of the apartment building.

Johnny’s hoodie is heavy on your shoulders, masking your omega scent with the smell of an alpha. It’s your werewolf invisibility cloak, protection… or is it?

The alpha who had walked in earlier had given you a strange look, and you’d felt your heart leap in fear. You’d been glad for his headphones or he would have definitely heard your racing pulse and known something was up. Is this hoodie really enough? Will you be safe outside?

You’re pretty sure your window of opportunity is coming to a close. The longer you stay standing here, the less likely you’ll be able to escape.

But the world out there is scary. Two more people walk by, and you wonder what they are. Alphas? Betas? Threats?

Definitely threats.

In your pocket is the money Johnny gave you, and the cell phone.

Something isn’t sitting right.

Escape has always been on your mind. You’ve never come this close before.

But maybe that’s because you no longer are in a situation you need escaping from.

Gnawing on your lip, you take one last look outside. A deep breath in and out.

You turn and head back to the elevator.

You don’t have to wait long, as soon the doors are opening to reveal your alpha.

Your alpha.

You pause at the thought, looking up at the man who had only come into your life a short time ago. He looks back at you, there’s no judgement in his eyes. There’s no anger at having just caught you in the lobby of his building. You watch him take in the hoodie adorning your body.

“Smart,” he says, breaking the quiet, “you smell just like me.”

Johnny steps to the side so he’s no longer in the center of the elevator, giving you a spot to join him.

You step into the enclosed space, fiddling with the long sleeves of the hoodie as Johnny hits the button for the top floor.

When the elevator begins to move, you finally find your voice, swallowing thickly before saying, “I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” His response is immediate and he turns to look down at you. You avoid his eyes, fixing your gaze on the floor. “But if you want to go outside, it would be nice for you to have someone to go with, just to make sure you’re safe.”

What he says makes sense. An unclaimed omega would get eaten alive in the world outside alone. Your manor house had always enforced protection, restricting you, never letting you go out and experience life amongst other people. The enforced protection hadn’t felt much like protection.

This does.

“Would you like to see the city sometime?” Johnny asks softly.

You nod, continuing to play with the fabric of the hoodie.

“I’m a decent guide,” Johnny says thoughtfully, “but maybe you’ll want to go with Doyoung or Taeyong, they know more about the city than I do because they’re from around here.”

The names register in your brain. You’d been given a rundown on Johnny’s pack when he’d agreed to take you in.

Taeyong is the ‘alpha alpha’, and if you remember correctly, Doyoung is a top dog too. You believe there’s one or two more people at the top, other than Johnny of course, someone named Kun and the other is- you can’t quite remember his name, but you remember he’s from Japan.

You reach Johnny’s floor and you follow the tall man as he lets you into his apartment for the second time today. “Do you like your room?” Johnny asks when you immediately head towards it.

“It’s nice,” you respond, remembering your manners, “thank you.” You close the door softly behind you and head over to the bed, collapsing onto the mattress.

Your pocket buzzes and you remember that you have the alpha’s phone. What was the passcode again? Right, 1234, he’s a genius, you remember.

The new message is from “Tyong” and it reads: “is everything okay?”

You ignore the text, instead looking at the previous conversation between your alpha and this ‘Tyong’, who you assume may be Taeyong. It looks like they’d had a lengthy exchange this morning, before Johnny had come to pick you up from your manor house.

Tyong: who are you taking with you?

Johnny: Mark and Haechan, they’re not very intimidating

Tyong: don’t let Haechan hear you say that

Tyong: do you still think this is a good idea?

Johnny: yes. We can’t just do nothing

Tyong: i can’t believe some packs are still like this, just giving us an omega to strengthen our ‘friendship’.

Johnny: honestly, after this, maybe we shouldn’t deal with that pack anymore

Tyong: agreed. Have you left yet?

Johnny: no but soon

Tyong: once you bring her back, what’s your plan?

Johnny: show her the guest room then come to the meeting.

Tyong: I mean what’s your plan on introducing her to the pack?

Johnny: well, just because i’m the one going and getting her doesn’t mean she’s mine. She gets to choose when she meets everyone.

Tyong: hmmm. I think she should meet Doyoung, Kun, Yuta and I, just so she sees that she has more than just you as an option

Johnny: right. Ten said that Kun was talking about omegas the other day, maybe he’ll be interested

Tyong: Kun’s a really nice guy

Johnny: probably one of the better ones of us for sure

Tyong: what if she doesn’t like any of us?

Johnny: then she doesn’t like any of us and I have an omega roommate who we protect and make clear is part of our pack and isn’t to be fucked with.

Tyong: I hope you know what you’re doing Johnny

Johnny: i never do but that’s okay. I'm sure this will work out.

Tyong: that makes one of us

Another new message pops up from Tyong that reads: “we’re coming over soon” and your heart lurches in your chest.

You put Johnny’s phone back in your pocket, feeling a little guilty for snooping, but much more secure now that you’ve read the conversation between Johnny and his pack mate.

Hearing Johnny tell you that you’d be free to make your own choices was one thing, you’d considered the fact that he could be lying to you, but this is proof. His text messages show that Johnny is being sincere with you in every way, and you can’t help the way your heart squeezes in your chest at this discovery.

Adjusting the hoodie on your body, you head to your door, peaking out.

You can hear Johnny in the kitchen, and you can smell food. You really don’t want the alphas who are coming over to disrupt the sacred space of your room, knowing that the scent they’d leave in their wake would be too much for you to handle near your bed. So instead, you step out of your new room, closing the door behind you, and head to join Johnny in the kitchen common space to await the arrival of more alphas.

You trust Johnny now. You hadn’t been sure before, but now that your anxieties have been appeased by the text messages, your omega side has free reign to naturally fall in line under the instruction of your new alpha. Johnny thinks it’s a good idea to meet his pack, so you will. Or, at least, you’ll meet the four alphas heading over who make up the inner workings of the pack.

“Someone texted you,” you say, causing your alpha to look at you from the stove.

There’s no doubt he heard you come into the kitchen, but he didn't acknowledge you. You’re not sure how you feel about that yet, whether you want his eyes on you or not. Both give you mixed feelings.

You approach the tall man, holding out his phone and allowing him to accept it from you. Johnny’s eyes scan the screen and then he looks up at you. “Are you alright with having visitors?”

You nod. Wrapping your arms around yourself sends a puff of air up the neck of your hoodie, and Johnny’s smell hits you straight on, disorienting you for a moment and making your face scrunch up.

Johnny laughs heartily at you, and you guess that he could smell it too. “I’m a little surprised you’re still wearing that,” he says, turning off the stove and retrieving mugs from the cupboard. “I’ve always heard omegas don’t like a new alpha scent right away.”

“Who said I like it?” The words leave your lips before you can stop them and they shock both you and Johnny, who turns and looks at you with his jaw dropped, faking harm.

“Ouch,” he says, then laughs. “You have a mean side to you, huh?”

You gnaw at your lip. Not a mean side per se, a defiant one. A stubborn part of you that wants to question alphas, after all, your last one hadn’t been much of a leader, not to you anyways.

Respect is earned- except with omegas, it’s always deemed to be a given. You may have a naturally submissive temperament, especially when you’re near alphas, but at heart, you’re still a girl who doesn’t want to be controlled.

“Alphas sometimes go crazy when they smell omega,” you say quietly.

Johnny nods. “So that’s the propaganda they’ve been feeding you at your old pack.”

“Propaganda?”

“There’s some truth to it,” Johnny explains, “some less controlled alphas go a little crazy for omega scent, but only when you’re in heat. When you’re not, you’re completely safe, especially here.”

You feel your skin warm at the mention of your heat. It’s odd to think about that time of the month now that you’re with him and not your old pack. At your old home, the week was spent on suppressants and locked away, which, to be fair, wasn’t too far from the normal scheme of things.

“When you do have a heat,” Johnny’s soothing voice continues as he serves food into mugs, “you can have suppressants, in which case, staying here the whole week would be safe. But we also have hotels just for heats, so I can get you a room and you can go stay there the whole week doing whatever you want, suppressants or not.”

Johnny turns and approaches you, holding a mug that is now filled with ramen. His brown eyes match the softness of his smile as he holds one out to you.

The information is a lot to take in. You’d been raised to fear alphas, to submit. Raised to think that your future alpha would be an asshole, like the one you had been used to.

Every moment you spend with Johnny, you realize that more and more of what you thought was true, isn’t.

This alpha isn't an asshole.

He’s respectful and kind. He exudes the kind of warmth that is evident everywhere, from the pretty glint in his cheerful brown eyes, to the way he moves, fluidly but warily, conscious of his space and proximity to you.

He’s treating you like a precious little china doll, and you’d expected your whole life to be sadistically broken by any alpha you ended up with.

You open your mouth to say something, but there’s a knock on the door and your mouth shuts, eyes whipping towards the sound.

“So jumpy,” Johnny says to himself as he goes to open the door.

You move backwards without thinking about it, getting as far into the room as you’re able to so there can be as much space between you and the new alphas as possible.

Even after Johnny telling you they’re harmless, old habits die hard, and you still think being distanced from the alphas is a good idea.

The first man who enters is much smaller than Johnny, with big beautiful eyes that lock on you the moment he's in the space. He’s lithe, moving fluidly as he heads into the kitchen, still assessing you as he makes way for the others to enter behind him.

Next comes a stoic man with a handsome, if not stern, face. His hair is dark, and his arms are crossed over his chest as he goes to lean against the kitchen counter near the first man. He also watches you, but his eyes dart all over, unlike the first man whose gaze stays fairly fixed on your face.

Third is a blonde alpha, and he is wearing a big smile. He’s the first to actually speak to you, heading towards you instead of into the kitchen like the other two and the final man who joins them, arms crossing over his chest.

The smiley alpha holds out a hand, bending slightly so that he appears smaller, “Hi, I’m Kun!” he greets you, not coming all the way towards you, but stopping half way. You look at his extended hand, much like Johnny’s hand only a few hours ago.

This time, you’re going to shake it.

Taking a breath for courage, you step forward, reaching and shaking the man’s hand softly. His skin is warm, and his smile widens at the contact. “It’s very good to meet you.”

“She’s a little quiet,” Johnny says when you don’t respond right away, giving you all but a free pass to be as silent as you’d like.

Kun takes a seat in the living room near you, and you head back to be near the windows, still weary of the three alphas who have yet to do anything but be intimidating in the open concept kitchen.

Johnny, surprisingly, heads over to where you are. He positions himself about a meter away. “You like the ramen?” he asks you, taking a bite of his own from the mug he holds in his hands.

You nod, following suit and lifting a scoop of noodles to your lips.

Your alpha is a decent chef, you’ll give him that.

“Are you guys going to introduce yourselves?” Johnny says next, looking up at the men who haven't said anything yet.

The one with the big eyes is the first to react, adjusting his stance. “I’m Taeyong.”

“Doyoung.”

“Yuta,” the final man to have entered the apartment finishes the introductions.

You’re surprised that it’s the smallest of all five who’s the ‘alpha alpha’, but you suppose there’s something different about his eyes, other than the sheer size of them.

His gaze is strong, and you can see strength and intelligence in his face. The stubborn set of his sharp jaw makes you think maybe there’s some merit to not pissing him off.

But then again, you’re unlikely to try to piss any of these men off any time soon.

“How are you liking the city?” Kun’s voice draws your attention, and you find yourself once again looking at the man with a welcoming smile.

You look at Johnny and he swallows his food, picking up on the fact that you’d like him to answer for you. “She hasn’t seen much of it yet,” he reminds them, “we talked about maybe doing a tour with me or one of you.”

Your hand instinctively reaches for Johnny’s shirt, and you grab the fabric near his waist, tugging gently to get his attention.

Your alpha shuffles closer to you immediately, until his arm is nearly touching yours, and he looks down at you. Your eyes search his and you attempt to convey your feelings non verbally.

After a moment Johnny nods. “Actually, I’ll show her around the city.”

He’s very good at picking up your cues. If this is the group of guys who you can choose from to be a guide for the city, you don’t want them. Well, Kun seems nice, but you feel protected by Johnny.

His body is warm, you can feel the heat radiating off of him as he stands next to you, and it’s comforting.

You realize that you’re already becoming acclimated to his smell; him standing close to you doesn’t give you a whiff of power as it had when you’d first met him, at least, not the type of power that would make you cower away immediately.

No, Johnny’s scent is a good one, and you’re already starting to associate it with the feeling of safety.

“Was she still in the lobby when you went down?” The voice belongs to the stoic man, Doyoung, and you know before you look at him. His eyes aren't even on you, he’s looking at Johnny, acting as if you’re not even in the room.

“Yeah,” Johnny says after a bite of ramen, “she wasn’t going to leave, she just wanted to see if she could, right?” His hip buts your slightly, and the motion is a little shocking, causing your body to jolt from the sudden connection.

You’re quick to nod.

“See? She’s not going anywhere,” Johnny assures the other man. “And as I said before, she’s not a prisoner, it’s just better if she goes out with one of us so that she doesn't get hurt, we talked about this already.”

“And you talked about options?” Taeyong asks.

“I told her she’s not mine, you know you’re not mine, right?” Johnny looks down at you again and you’re quick to nod. “Yeah, she knows.”

“You’re part of our pack now,” Kun’s soft voice says. “I know you’re only meeting us right now, but there are twenty three alphas in total. The younger ones don’t have much experience with omega’s, only with other alphas. They can be kind of rough sometimes which is why we thought it best if you meet us first.”

“She’ll be fine,” Johnny assures them, “she has a mean side.”

His voice is teasing, and you can’t help but look up at him in shock that he’d say something like that, your jaw dropping. “I do not!” you protest in a small voice..

“There it is,” your alpha chuckles, brown eyes shining as he smiles broadly. “See, she stands up to alphas just fine, if anyone does anything out of line, she’ll let them know.”

Standing up to alphas. Having a mean side. Talking back to a six foot man who all but accepted you as a gift only a few hours ago-

You never would have even dreamed of doing these things this morning.

As you look around the room at the men who now make up the inner circle of your new pack, you realize that a whole world can be flipped upside down in an instant, and that this new upside down land is way better than the old world you were used to before.

“He likes her for sure,” Yuta says when he reaches Mark’s room, joining the impromptu gaming night that had somehow been concocted at the meeting earlier.

“Johnny?” Jungwoo asks, cheeks stuffed with bread from the sandwich he’s eating. His eyes are big and thoughtful. He doesn’t care so much about the new omega, but he does care about his friend.

The other men in the room, however, are more interested in the other side of the story, the ‘you’ side.

“She’s hot, right?” Haechan asks, having only gotten a short glimpse of you in the morning, but it had been enough.

“She’s cute,” Yuta answers, walking over to sit on the couch between his younger friend and the Canadian holding the other gaming controller, “but, like I said, Johnny likes her.”

“So? She could not like him,” Haechan points out, eyes focused on the screen as he works hard to kill Mark. This is one of his favourite pastimes.

“She was wearing his hoodie and wouldn’t come near any of us but stood next to him the whole time,” Yuta responds, picking up a remote, “and they’re living together.”

“You can be platonically friends with an omega and take care of her without falling for her,” Mark says, somewhat naively.

Yuta just laughs.

One day they’ll understand. One day Johnny will understand too. But until then, Yuta is content to just watch the mayhem with a smile on his face. “Sure they can Mark,” he says softly, “sure they can.”

The air feels nice on your skin, but it’s full of smells that you’ve never had to deal with out in the openness of the country where your manor house is situated.

Here in the city, everything is gritty and intense, a flurry of scents that make you press yourself closer to the tall alpha next to you the moment you’re outside of his apartment building.

“You okay?” Johnny asks.

You nod,.“It’s just-”

“Loud? Smelly? Dirty?” He throws words at you and, unfortunately, all of them stick.

“It’s like that at first, but you’ll get used to it. I’ll show you the lights down by the clubs,” he says. “The sun’s setting now, so soon all the neons will be glowing. I think you’ll like it.”

All the neons. He makes it sound so wonderful.

Someone sneezes down the street, and the loud noise makes you jump, latching onto Johnny’s arm.

You’re still in his black hoodie, and your alpha is in a matching one, the fabric big and bunching when you attach to his side. You’re all but drowning in the sleeves, but having more of your skin covered feels safe. Johnny had even put your hood up for you when you’d exited the elevator, and the fabric covering your head and neck definitely makes things feel more protected.

Your eyes take in everything about the new city space you’ve found yourself in.

Johnny’s legs are much longer than yours, and you think he’s purposefully walking slow to allow you to look around. He doesn’t say anything, but the quiet is nice, it frees up your ears to enjoy the city sounds: A siren wailing down the block, getting quieter as it races to save lives, a pedestrian light dings green and lets out a noise to make people aware of it.

Suddenly, Johnny stops in his tracks, causing you to come to a halt too since your arm is still laced with his.

You turn to follow his gaze and realize you’re in front of a phone store. “What time is it?” Johnny says to himself. The arm you’re holding onto is his right one, and the hand that had been in his pocket now comes out, causing you to let go of him so he can look down at the watch on his wrist. “Hey, they’re still open!”

His hand falls back to his side again, and instead of waiting for you to grab onto him, Johnny takes your hand himself, pulling you with him into the store.

There’s a man at the counter and he smiles when you come in. “Hello! What can I help you with today?”

Johnny seems to know what he wants, heading straight up to the man and saying, “The newest Iphone, and I already have an account here so we’ll just give her the same plan I have.”

You’re taken aback by how strong he sounds, looking down at the poor beta worker who scrambles to do what the alpha wants.

“The phone comes in a few different colours-” the worker says.

“Y/N,” your name sounds interesting on his lips, and you look up at your alpha, “what colour would you like?”

You point at your selection and Johnny nods. “That one,” he says, although it was already quite obvious to all three of you what you’d chosen. You like the added command though, the words coming from the alpha, not you.

Giving orders- well, you’ve never really tried to give orders before.

You’ve never really been asked for your opinion on things, and you watch greedily as the worker removes the new beautiful phone from its box to set up the SIM card.

Within ten minutes, you’re on the streets again and you have a new phone. It’s secured in your pocket, although your hand keeps finding its way back to check to be sure it’s there.

The third time you do this, Johnny says, “are you worried you’re going to lose it?”

You nod.

“Then I guess we have to buy you a purse to put it in.”

Soon you find yourself in a store. You and Johnny are the only ones there, as things are closing soon, but that just means you have the full attention of the women working there.

“We need a purse,” Johnny says to the lady, “no budget, whatever she wants, and I’m going to look around a bit.”

Your heart leaps at his words and Johnny flashes you a smile before heading over to look at some jackets. He’s only a few meters away, leaving you with the store clerk, but it feels odd not to have him right there next to you.

“Purses are over here.” The lady shows you to the section with bags, and she asks you questions about colours and styles. By the time you’ve picked out the one you want and headed to the till, Johnny has showed up holding a few jackets.

“Try this on,” he says, holding out a denim jacket. “Denim over a hoodie is a good look.”

You accept the jacket and slide it over top of yours. Johnny looks you up and down and nods. “It’s nice.” He can tell you don’t believe him and rolls his eyes at you, sighing. “You don’t believe me?” his hand reaches for yours and then he pulls you to a mirror so you can see yourself, settling you in front of him.

His hands are on your waist but you barely even notice, eyes fixed on yourself in the mirror.

He was right about the denim over the hoodie, it does look good. You look good. And you’re wearing clothes your old pack would have never let you wear.

They’d always had you dolled up in feminine things.

Not only are you wearing Johnny’s hoodie but you also have a pair of his sweatpants. When he’d looked into your room to find only dresses in your suitcase, he’d told you there was no way you were going out in the city in a dress, not only because it would be cold, but because it would be testing the waters with other alphas, and he didn’t want you to feel unsafe because of it, even if he was certain no one would challenge you with him at your side.

“We need to get you a full denim look,” Johnny concludes, looking you up and down one more time. You’re pretty sure he’s sizing you, because the denim jacket fits well, even over the hoodie.

It seems Johnny has some experience with clothes, which is surprising, but in a good way.

“The store is closing soon,” Johnny says, once again checking his watch, “there are a few staple outfits we need to get you, I’ll grab those, but anything you want, just grab it. We’ll buy it and if it doesn't fit, I'll bring whatever you don’t want back tomorrow.”

This is how you end up walking through the downtown, one arm looped with Johnny’s and the other hand holding shopping bags. Johnny also carries a few, and as the lights of the city begin to flicker to life as the sun fades over the horizon, the excitement of neons makes your heart pick up speed in anticipation.

It’s been a while since you ate ramen, and when your tummy growls, your alpha hears it.

“Hungry?” he asks. You nod. “Do you know what you’d like to eat? There’s a good Chinese place down the street, or a Thai restaurant a ten minute walk from here, I have it on good authority that it’s authentic.”

“That sounds good.”

Clinging to Johnny’s side, you can almost forget about your fear of others.

Besides, anyone who passes you on the street doesn't even pay you a second glance. All they probably smell is two alphas. You think you might get used to wearing his clothes any time you’re out of the safety of the apartment building.

“You know,” Johnny says as you enter the restaurant, the alpha holding the door open for you, “I keep thinking you’re going to say something about how you’re feeling.”

You think ‘how are you feeling’ must be his favourite phrase in the world given the number of time’s he’s used it on you. Unlike this morning, where your response had been ‘not good’, you now say “not bad.”

Johnny laughs immediately, and you think he must see what you’ve just done. “You’re funny. Not bad,” he chuckles to himself as the hostess shows you to a table in the back. “We’re really going to have to work on you using your words better, huh?”

You shrug as you take your seat, facing the beautiful alpha who’s grinning at you still. He shakes his head, running a hand through his dark locks. “What did you think about the other alphas?”

You shrug.

Johnny sighs, his broad chest expanding and then collapsing with the motion. You watch a muscle jump by his sharp jaw, a teeth clench, annoyance you think.

Then your alpha leans forward, looking at you intently with eyes that burn red around the iris, contrasting their usual lovely chocolate colour. “What did you think of the others?”

“Doyoung seemed mean,” you respond immediately, swallowing thickly as your omega side betrays your inner thoughts. You hadn’t meant to be so blunt, after all, you just dissed Johnny’s friend- but he’d played dirty by exerting some of his alpha power over you, so you think maybe he deserves the harsh truth about who he hangs out with.

Instead of looking upset, Johnny simply laughs, his eyes returning to their pretty hue. “You’re right about that. He had to be there because he helps make decisions, but you probably won't have to see much of him after today. He’ll avoid you, I promise.” A pause, he studies your face. “How about Yuta?”

“The ones in the kitchen all seemed not to like me very much,” you respond, looking down at your menu, hoping this will be the end of the conversation.

“But Kun’s nice, right?” Johnny asks, and when you look at him over your menu, you see that he’s smirking.

Is he… he’s acting as if he’s a girl who wants to talk about who you think is cute.

You’ve had a few conversations like these, however your options had always been so limited, and you’d been stuck to watch your beta friend go follow her sexual instincts while yours had been hobbled and you’d been segregated when you became of mating age.

Does your alpha want you to like Kun?

Your brows furrow, your mind racing a million miles a minute as you try to figure out what Johnny’s angle could possibly be on broaching this subject with you.

“Come on, share your thoughts,” Johnny says when you don’t immediately respond.

“I just- you’re very confusing,” you tell him, looking down at your menu then back up at the alpha, who is still leaning in, watching you with those gorgeous eyes of his- it’s too much distraction. You can’t concentrate like this.

“I am?” he laughs. “How so?”

“You said I don’t have to find a mate if I don’t want to, and now you’re trying to- I don’t know- you want me to like Kun?”

“I’m just trying to get you to warm up to me, honestly,” Johnny shrugs, then that mischievous smirk of his appears again, “but, I mean, Kun is cute right?”

You groan, lifting up your menu and using it as a barrier to hide behind.

Johnny’s laugh rings loudly in your ears, but, to your surprise, he leaves the topic.

Instead he sits back in his seat, lifting up his own menu- only to set it back down. You eye him, amused by his behaviour, which you’re starting to see has a tendency to be somewhat erratic.

Your expression must be judgemental enough to merit an explanation because Johnny says, “I've tried everything on the menu, so I don't need it.”

He must come here a lot, you realize. You gnaw on your lip, finally verbalizing your assessment.

“I do come here a lot,” Johnny nods. “Ten and I find ourselves here on nights when we can't sleep.”

“Ten?”

“You’ll meet him. He’s in the pack. He’s from Thailand, and he’s a great guy.”

You think it would be nice to meet Johnny’s friends. You have a feeling that the men who showed up at the apartment today, while in the main circle, are not, in fact, Johnny’s closest pack mates.

You’re curious to see how alpha pack brothers interact, even if the idea of being around more and more alphas still strikes something like fear in your heart every time it comes up.

You need to unlearn everything you thought you knew about alphas, and as you watch the petty man pull a baseball cap out of one of your shopping bags and plop it onto his head backwards, you realize that there’s no one you’d rather have show you that alphas can be something other than crazy, dominant, assholes.

Johnny’s skin is flushed a pretty pink colour from the shower, and he assesses the way he looks in the mirror as he brushes his teeth. There’s a mark down by his hip bone that his eyes focus on. He’d been hoping the slice wasn’t deep enough to scar, but he supposes when you get accidentally stabbed by a drunk Canadian at a barbecue, you might as well come out of it with a souvenir to go with the story.

Letting out a breath, Johnny bends over the sink to spit. His large hands are flat on the white marble countertop, and Johnny likes the coolness the surface provides.

He straightens again, running a hand through his wet hair, which loosens some stray droplets of water and prompts them to slide onto his broad shoulders.

Even as he does this, his ears are focused on the sound of your breathing. It’s faint, after all, you’re across the apartment in the safety of your own room, behind a closed door.

You went to sleep a little while after you got back from the restaurant and Johnny doesn’t blame you, you had a long day.

It’s kind of odd to have another person in his space, another heart to listen to.

Yours is steady, restful, and Johnny’s happy about that. After listening to your pulse pick up at all times today, scared at the smallest of things, he’s glad your body is getting some time to recuperate.

The floor is cool against his bare feet as Johnny saunters into his bedroom. He swings his arms, stretching the muscles of his back then his shoulders. Standing next to his bed, the big alpha closes his eyes and simply enjoys the feeling of motion, of releasing tension that had built up during the day in his trouble spots.

Today had been more work for him than he’d care to admit.

He’d been worried about making a good impression on you, and Johnny is not the kind of person to worry about the opinions of others.

Johnny thinks about Kun, who had been nothing but charming in the brief interaction with you. He knows Kun is a nice guy, and Kun, better than anyone, could take care of an omega. Kun can cook, he’s sweet, he’s even-tempered, he likes kids- Johnny sighs. He can’t make this decision for you, but he can’t help but feel responsible, and Kun truly seems like the best bet out of the bunch. Johnny would know.

But something else is nagging at Johnny. The alpha inside of him raises its hackles at the mere notion of giving up his omega to someone else.

There’s a darkness blooming in Johnny’s chest the more he thinks about you and Kun, and finally the taste gets so bad in Johnny’s mouth at the idea that he has to shake his head and force himself to be distracted.

Instead, Johnny puts his attention on his breathing. He closes his eyes, inhaling in through the nose and out through the mouth.

As he’s about to get into bed, the steady, pleasant sound of your heart begins to increase, drawing the alphas attention.

His eyes shift to his open door, and a moment later he’s standing by it, motionless as he listens.

There’s a small sound, and Johnny takes off towards your bedroom, the noise too whimpery and painful for his liking. He stops in front of your bedroom door, hands flexing at his sides as he decides what to do.

Another small sound, your heart races quicker- then a gasp, a ruffling of sheets. You’re awake, and suddenly Johnny feels odd for being at your door. He can’t just stand here quietly, and if you notice he’s there without him first saying something, you might think he’s some creep who’s been listening to you sleep.

His knuckles rap against the door, and your gasps go quiet.

“Are you okay?” Johnny asks, his voice coming out way lower than expected. He shakes his head to get a handle on himself, closing his eyes to pretend they’re not red with worry.

At first there’s no response, and Johnny cranes his ears. There’s another sound of fabric on fabric, a pillow moving, maybe.

“I’m okay.”

“Did you have a nightmare?” His next question comes immediately.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight Johnny.” More movement, then a sigh. Your heart rate has gone down. You’re not sleeping yet, and Johnny thinks maybe standing next to your door until you pass out is a bad idea.

He’s not satisfied with this interaction. Or, at least, his alpha side is not. It’s still telling him to bust through the door and make sure you’re okay. To see with his own two eyes that you’re not hurt or in pain.

Johnny takes a deep breath, but since he’s outside your door, this just makes your scent burn down his throat, his mouth watering at the sweetness.

Forming a fist, the Chicago native forces himself to stop breathing. This helps a little, and after a moment he has the strength to pull himself away from your door and head back to his own bedroom.

By the time he’s under his own covers, your heart rate tells him you’ve fallen back asleep.

Johnny wonders if you’ll dream of him the way he knows he’s going to dream about you.

You find a note on the fridge when you wake up, and a text message on your phone. It seems your alpha is being very thorough in making sure you know exactly where he is and that he didn’t abandon you.

Waking up to no sound of a heavy, alpha, heartbeat had been disconcerting at first. But having the apartment to yourself, for most of the day- it excites you.

You spend much of the morning exploring the space, looking in every cupboard and reading the back of every book he owns. You avoid his bedroom, in fact, you close the door to it. You find that too much of his smell comes out, and it’s distracting to always have that heavy scent.

Johnny smells like the forest, all woody and strong, with spikes of smokiness- you assume a few of his friends might be smokers. It’s a wonderful smell, it’s just a lot to take in, especially since your omega side feels the need to nest in this new space.

Soon, you become bored, and your eyes find the clock. Johnny’s text said he’d be home with lunch. You think you must have woken up right after he left. You calculate how long you have to wait until he’s home and then sit on the couch, turning on the tv, this will help pass the time you think.

It doesn’t.

You find yourself looking at the clock every five minutes, and at around noon, when you hear the sound of someone's feet come to a stop outside the apartment door, you leap up in excitement. You take a step forward, as if you’re going to go to greet him, but decide against it, stopping and waiting instead.

A moment later, the door opens to reveal Johnny. He looks a little disheveled, hair windswept, long brown duster covering an all black outfit. In one hand he has some shopping bags, and in the other, what looks to be Chinese takeout.

You could get used to this.

His eyes land on you and he breaks into a smile. “Hungry?” He holds up the hand with takeout.

You nod and head over to join Johnny in the kitchen, where he’s sat things down on the counter. You go for the other bags, curious as to what's in them, and Johnny tugs them away before you can pry. “Hey,” he laughs, “nosey.”

You smile at the name.

“Bet you’re hoping i have a present for you in one of these, huh?” he teases, grin widening. “Fine, take a look.” He pushes the bags back towards you and you eagerly open the first one, peaking inside.

“Do you like it?” he asks.

You pull the beautiful jacket out of the bag, marvelling at it. The look on your face must be enough to show how you’re feeling because Johnny smiles, busying himself with unpacking the food. “Try it on,” he suggests, turning his back to you to grab plates.

You’re dressed in the new lounging clothes you’d bought yesterday, some soft sweatpants and a little tshirt. The jacket is a very different style; sophisticated, classy- but you put it on anyways.

When Johnny turns to look at you again, his eyes scan you up and then down, and he breaks into a grin again. You think his cheeks must hurt from smiling so much. “That looks great!” he tells you, “but maybe,” he pushes one of the shopping bags forward, “you should try this on underneath instead.”

You grab the gift and dart off towards your room, not bothering to check inside the bag first because you know it will be a cute outfit.

Once in the privacy of your own space, you strip of your clothes and pull out the new things you’ll be trying. It’s a pair of nice black jeans, and a black turtleneck. The sizing is perfect and you’re reminded that Johnny has an eye for these things it seems.

Assessing yourself in the mirror, you think you look cute. It’s interesting to have all your skin covered, all the way up to your neck. But it feels safe, unlike the flimsy dresses your pack had forced you to wear. No, your legs are covered, as are your arms, and the jacket is heavy, which oddly enough, provides some comfort.

You go to join Johnny in the kitchen again, and when he looks up at you, this time, his jaw drops. Then he lets out a whistle, his beautiful smile returning. “Damn, someone call 911 cuz this girl is on fire!”

You can’t help the way your skin heats up at his words, even if he is overdoing it a little. It feels nice to be praised like this, to have kind, affirming words from your alpha. You realize a moment later that you and Johnny are now in somewhat matching outfits; the all black with a super aesthetic jacket on top.

“This is a staple look,” Johnny says, “you always have to have one full black outfit to pair with a cool jacket.”

Food is all ready to be served now, so you remove your jacket and place it on the back of a chair at the island in the kitchen. Then you go to join Johnny, and he hands you a plate. “Does any of this look good to you?” he asks, wanting to be sure he actually ordered something you’ll like.

“Yeah.”

Johnny gives you a sideways glance and smiles to himself.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing.”

“What?!” you raise your voice a little, challenging the man next to you-

“It’s just,” Johnny shrugs as he scoops some Chow Mein onto his plate with chopsticks, “you actually said ‘yeah’ instead of just shrugging or nodding.”

You pause, considering his words.

He’s right.

You’re warming up to him, you admit it, but it’s odd to think that he’s conscious of your slight changed behaviour. What else does he notice?

You stay quiet as you move to sit at the dining table.

You wait patiently for Johnny to come join you before you pick up your utensils. Old habits die hard. However, today, instead of waiting for him to take the first bite, as you’d been trained to do at your old pack, you tentatively shovel some noodles into your mouth.

Johnny doesn’t even look up at you, busy focusing on trying to get a piece of beef with the veggie he wants to try.

Eating with Johnny in a comfortable silence, there’s no power dynamics to speak of. It’s simply two souls replenishing their energy stores together.

This, you could also get used to.

“How is she doing?” Mark asks when Johnny shows up to his apartment without you, yet again.

It’s been a week since you showed up now, and every day, Johnny says he’s going to encourage you to come with him to meet a few more of the pack members, but every day he shows up alone.

“She’s okay, still getting used to things,” Johnny answers, throwing his jacket over the back of Mark’s couch to join him.

Johnny’s been visiting friends a lot recently, giving you space to get used to the apartment without the constant presence of an alpha. He knows you’re as aware of him at all times as he is of you when you’re both in the shared space.

“How are you doing though?” Haechan’s voice comes from the kitchen where he’s standing and munching on a bag of chips.

“I’m fine.” Johnny laughs. “Why?”

Mark and Haechan exchange a look, a wordless communication that Johnny can’t figure out, and he speaks multiple languages. He can’t have them talking shit about him with their eyes while he’s in the same room and not know what they’re saying.

“What?” he asks again, “come on, don’t make me force it out of you.”

“We just-” Mark sighs, unable to find the words.

“A few of the guys have been saying you’re keeping her all to yourself,” Haechan says bluntly.

“We get it if she doesn’t want to meet us though-” Mark is quick to add. “We just- we wish you’d just tell us you like her and make a claim. Having things be up in the air with whether or not she’s staying with you, or going to see Kun, or- it’s just- it’s confusing.”

“It’s only confusing because you guys keep treating her like she’s just an omega and not a person with feelings and opinions.” Johnny’s voice is harder than he would have liked, but he’s a little frustrated that his younger friends don’t seem to be understanding this. He supposes it’s only natural, since they don’t have experience with omegas and only know what society has taught them; that omegas are for breeding and belonging to their alphas.

They’ll meet you and then they’ll understand. He’s sure of it.

“I’m not going to make a claim on her,” Johnny continues. “She can do what she wants. You guys just have to start thinking of her as a member of the pack, because she is.”

“She’s just a member of the pack,” Haechan repeats Johnny’s words, “except once a month she’s going to smell like candy and make all of us go crazy.” Haechan crosses his arms over his chest, not happy with being talked down to by the older alpha in the room.

This is where problems start to arise, and Johnny can see that this situation is a disaster waiting to happen. Alphas challenging other alphas- in the same pack no less- things could get dicey fast.

But Johnny can’t help himself. Haechan can’t challenge him over this. Who is he to know better than Johnny does?

Johnny stands up, squaring his shoulders as he faces his younger friend.

Mark jumps to his feet a moment later, scrambling over the couch so he can hold Haechan off in case things go south. If one of them is going to start throwing hands, it’s not Johnny.

“And when that happens, and she goes into heat, I’ll deal with it.” Johnny’s fist clenches and then unclenches at his side, he lets out a breath, calming himself down as he says, “Haechan, you may have a primal side of you screaming to give into urges when you’re around omegas, but you’re still a man with morals. You’ll just have to learn to control yourself and respect her for who she is, not just because a specific alpha has a ‘claim’ on her. If you can’t do that, well, I guess you are no better than the alphas who go mad dog crazy over omega heat scent.”

The air of the apartment feels odd against your bare skin after going a week wearing hoodies and sweatpants, but you can’t deal with all the fabric anymore, your skin increasing temperature in preparation from a coming heat.

You feel your anxiety rising with the warmth, and you itch at the skin of your bare leg, exposed by a pair of sleeping shorts that you’re not sure is a good idea to wear around the apartment. Then you remind yourself, this is Johnny you live with, not someone else who’s going to take one look at you and go psycho.

Your alpha in question isn’t home.

He spends much of the afternoons away, which is a blessing and a curse you suppose. It’s nice to be alone and not hyper aware of an alpha in your midst, but you’re also just more at ease when Johnny is around, oddly enough.

It feels counterintuitive because Johnny makes your heart race, but not out of fear. Even though looking at Johnny seems to bring out your primal omega side, your pulse always relaxes after a while of being in his presence and acclimatizing to him.

Watching a movie with Johnny every night seems to be the highlight of your day. You enjoy the way that the silence is comfortable with him, and you enjoy every time he breaks it to give you a fun fact about a film or throw out an opinion.

The sound of someone at the apartment door draws your attention from your warm skin, and your eyes dart in that direction. You’ve spent the entire afternoon working up the courage to have a discussion with Johnny about your heat, and now that he’s nearly home, you’re suddenly second guessing everything.

The door opens and Johnny stops at the threshold, eyes locking with yours. He cocks his head at you, and you realize you must look kind of odd simply standing in the middle of the living room.

Johnny’s eyes don’t look you up and down, in fact, they stay curiously fixed to your own, as if he’s making a conscious effort- the thought delights you.

Does he want to look at your legs or your arms? Does he like the show of more skin?

“Are you okay?” Johnny steps into the apartment and slowly closes the door behind him, staying where he is and still watching you.

“Yes, are you?”

“Yes.” His eyes narrow a little and he looks around the room, as if he’s searching for something. “Something's off,” he says finally. “Let’s try this again,” his eyes return to yours, however this time, they’re red, “tell me what’s going on.”

The omega inside of you caves, your arms wrapping around your body to protect yourself. You don’t like it very much when he exerts his power over you, but at the same time, it releases you from all the anxiety you had been feeling on broaching the subject yourself. Maybe giving into Johnny sometimes is a good idea, it seems like he only whips out his aggression when it’s beneficial for you, and you know you have to get this off your chest.

“My heat is coming soon.”

Johnny stands completely still for a few moments, simply looking at you. “That's why it smells a little funny in here,” he says finally.

You gape at him- is he making fun of your scent at a moment like this?!

“Funny in a good way!” He’s quick to assure you, moving away from the front door and into the kitchen. You’re happy he has his back to you when he says “I like the way you smell” because heat ripples across your skin in response, your breath catching in your throat as you watch him fill a glass of water with ice. “Do you know if you want suppressants, or how you want to deal with this?”

“I think the hotel sounds like a good idea.”

“Do you know when your heat actually starts?” He’s still not even looking at you, and it makes it easier for you to answer these questions for whatever reason.

“Maybe on Monday?”

It’s Friday now, this gives you two days, give or take. It can be hard to tell when heats are coming, and sometimes, during particularly intense ones, the effects start a little bit before the actual heat and linger afterwards for a day or two as well.

You’ve also heard about pack synching of heat and ruts, another variable that could throw off your schedule.

“When would you like to go to the hotel?” Another direct question.

You flounder with your answer. You’d assumed he would simply take charge of the situation and tell you when you’d be leaving. Now that you have a choice- well, when do you want to go?

The idea of being away from Johnny for a whole week- the idea of being alone- you don’t like it. You don’t want to go until you absolutely have to. You study Johnny, he seems to be fine with your pre-scent. If he had an issue and needed you to leave earlier, he would say so, right?

“Sunday night maybe?”

“You want to stay here tonight and tomorrow?” Johnny finally looks at you, shock evident on his face.

“Yes?”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm?”

“Yeah, hmm,” Johnny repeats, then lifts the glass of ice water to his lips. He sighs as if deep in thought then turns to face the sink, filling his cup again. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to stay here up until your heat? Before I have a rut,” your skin flushes again at the mention of his own ‘time of the month’, and you’re extremely happy his back is to you, “things always get more, uh, intense for me.”

Intense. He’s saying he gets horny before his ruts, and to be fair, you understand the feeling.

You have to admit, you’ve been feeling those effects as well. Last night, as you lay in bed to sleep, you’d considered relieving some of your tension- only to remember that if you did, Johnny would be able to hear and smell it.

Neither of you have done anything sexual in the apartment this entire week, of that you are certain. If Johnny had, you also would be able to smell it in the air.

You study the alpha who has once again turned to look at you. How long do you expect to live together without being able to relieve your tensions in the solo safety of your rooms? Nothing is private when you’re part of a pack, and you have to accept that Johnny is your pack now.

“Things get… intense for me too,” you admit, going over to the windows to let in some fresh air and cool your skin, which is getting increasingly hotter as this conversation continues. “But, I- it feels safer here-”

“Hotels are safe,” Johnny points out.

You shake your head. “I'm used to having my heat in my own room, I'm used to being at home.” You stop, assessing your own words. Home.

This is your home.

It truly is.

And the omega inside of you already has your happy little bed nest, a jumble of quilts and pillows which make you feel very comfortable. Suddenly, you don’t want to go to a hotel at all. You want to stay here.

With Johnny.

“You’re right,” you say finally, heading off towards your room without looking back, “book any day and I’ll go.”

“The shit I do for you,” Yuta groans when Johnny comes out of his bathroom, hair still wet from his shower. The gust of steamy air is tinged with the salty scent of Johnny, and Yuta scrunches his nose, “close the door and turn on the fan.”

Johnny chuckles, kicking the door shut behind him. “I tried to cover it with the smell of body wash,” he says.

“Yeah, well,” Yuta sighs, “it didn't work. I can’t believe you haven't jacked off in a week, I think I would die.”

“You wouldn’t die, you’d just have massive blue balls.” Johnny pulls on the hoodie he brought with him, adjusting it over his sweatpants then running a hand through his wet locks. “It’s not the worst thing.”

“What made you finally break?” Yuta hadn’t bothered to ask when Johnny had shown up at his door and said ‘I need to masterbate or I might kill someone’, he’d simply opened the door wider and went back to the tv.

Now, he’s curious to hear the story. After all, Johnny is known for his control, and this looks like a break in that control, if Yuta is any judge.

“Y/N’s heat starts on Monday.”

“Oh shit.” Yuta stifles a laugh. He feels somewhat bad that he’s laughing at his friends' distress, but to be fair, out of all the problems a young alpha could have; ‘my omega is going into heat’ isn't very high on Yuta’s list of ‘problems’ per se, more like ‘blessings’, but that's another conversation that he doubts Johnny needs right now.

“Yeah. The apartment smells like her.”

“Damn, is it good?”

“Really good.” A groan, and Johnny tosses his hand over his eyes, sinking into the couch. “I couldn’t even look at her. And her temperature is rising so she’s wearing these little shorts-”

Yuta smirks at Johnny’s story, listening intently to the plights of his alpha friend.

He’s happy Johnny is acknowledging his attraction, finally.

“Did something happen between you two?” Yuta asks, hoping that maybe there will be details of a cheeky kiss, or something that would have made Johnny come barging down here at midnight.

“I think we had an argument about when she’d be going to the hotel. She wants to stay at my place until right before it starts, but she already smells so good-” Johnny sighs again. “She stormed off to her room and I waited until she went to sleep to come down here. I’ve been trying not to breathe too hard for hours.”

“Why didn’t you come down earlier?”

“I couldn’t leave her. She doesn’t like it when I leave, it feels less safe. It’s so close to her heat- I don’t think it would be a good idea.”

“So let me get this straight. Your omega is in pre heat, and she smells like a fucking snack, and because she’s sensitive right now, you have to be with her the whole time, and you can’t touch her or kiss her or anything because you won’t admit you want her as your mate.”

Johnny grabs a pillow and pushes his face into it, collapsing off the couch and onto the floor face first. “She gets to choose her mate not me,” he groans loudly.

“You keep saying that to everyone but at the same time it looks like your omega is an indecisive little shit-”

A growl tears from Johnny and the man on the floor is suddenly sitting up abruptly, eyes glowing red, teeth showing. “Don’t call her that.”

“You’re totally in love with her man,” Yuta laughs, relaxing into his couch. “But like I was saying. She’s indecisive. I know you’re all about omega alpha equality, or whatever, and allowing her to make her own choices, but she’s an omega, it’s against her nature to make decisions like this, just as it’s in your nature to choose for her and just claim her... don’t you think?”

Johnny studies his friend for a moment and then lets out a frustrated sigh for the umpteenth time, flopping back onto the floor. “I don’t know.”

“You’re her alpha, so I’m guessing you gave her the heat options, hotel, suppressants,” Yuta counts on his fingers, and then looks up at Johnny, cocking a brow, “but did you offer the good old fashioned ‘how about I fuck the shit out of you’ route?”

Johnny had not.

Yuta’s laughs, “Wow, that's a dick move.”

“No it’s not!” Johnny insists, “you can’t just offer that-”

Yuta interrupts by asking, “Johnny you like math?”

“No.”

“But you understand math.”

Johnny rolls his eyes.

“In her last pack, her alpha made a hundred percent of the decisions, right?” Yuta asks, earning a nod from the man who’s still laying on his floor. “And you want things here to be more fifty fifty, so you’re only doing fifty percent, but how do you expect this poor girl to go from making no decisions, zero, to being at fifty percent? It makes no sense, Johnny.”

“When did you become so smart?” Johnny asks suspiciously.

“The moment that omega showed up and turned you stupid,” Yuta answers, standing and heading into the kitchen to grab a beer. “If the chance comes up, you move towards her, lets say eighty percent of the way, and if she closes that twenty percent to kiss you back, then you know it’s still her choice and that she wants you too.”

“Do you really think she might like me?”

Yuta sighs, not only has Johnny’s omega made him dumb, but blind too.

“This is what happens when you haven't cum in a week,” Yuta says, “now get out, and if this shit continues and you don’t make a move, you can’t come here looking for a place to masterbate when you’re horny again.”

You’re still asleep when Johnny gets home from Yuta’s place, and the large alpha moves quietly through the apartment.

As usual, he keeps his door open so he can hear if you need him. You’ve been here a week, and already you’ve had scary dreams wake you up more than half of the nights.

Johnny’s becoming used to going to your room to check on you, even if it’s a supportive role in a quiet sense.

He knows you can see his shadow outside your door, and that you can hear his heart at all times, giving you a decent idea of where he is inside the apartment at any given moment. Usually you don’t say anything to him, but sometimes you’ll whisper ‘i’m fine, go back to sleep’. Johnny always goes back to his room when you say this, but he doesn't sleep until after you’ve already gone back to dreamland.

As the alpha gets ready for bed, the soft beat of your heart sounds like percussion, Johnny’s very own instrumental music.

He enjoys it best when the tempo is slow, comfortable. The alpha feels more at ease now that he’s had some release, and definitely more in control of himself. But when the music suddenly crescendos, accompanied by new vocals - a gasp - Johnny is rushing from his room, the notion of relaxed countenance gone.

When he reaches your door, he realizes that - while elevated - your heart rate doesn’t suggest wakefulness.

The protective alpha leans towards the door, and that's when two things hit him. First, your scent is much stronger tonight than it was even a few hours earlier, seeping under the door and tantalizing him. Second, a new sound joins the music of your racing heart, but this time it’s not a gasp, it’s a moan.

Realization floods Johnny’s body.

You’re having a wet dream.

Johnny’s mouth feels dry, and embarrassment floods his system. He shouldn’t be listening to this, shouldn’t be smelling this- but on top of that, he feels bad that your own body is betraying you.

He’s had his fair share of wet dreams, and he knows that they’re uncontrollable. He knows how much you work to cover your skin around him normally, and keep a respectful distance- if you woke up and found out he was witnessing this, you’d be-

“Alpha-” a moan that makes Johnny’s mind stop racing momentarily, only to pick back up and go faster, his heart matching the feverish speed of his thoughts.

Who are you dreaming about? Are you dreaming about him?

Johnny groans when another wave of your smell hits him, the sound slipping out before he can stop it. The alpha’s fingers scrape against your door only to form a fist- he’s determined to pull himself away, to go back to his room and pretend none of this ever happened-

Sheets move abruptly, and Johnny recognizes the sound as you sitting up in bed. He’s noticed that you often wake from a heart racing dream with a start, and your heart rate confirms your wakefulness a moment later.

Johnny’s skin feels frozen, and he’s paralyzed at your door.

“Johnny?” His name breaks the quiet.

Usually Johnny would be quick to respond, but when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out. He lets out a breath but this only makes things worse because when he inhales, all he can smell is you.

You haven't spoken since you stormed off after talking about your heat with him, and Johnny worries you might still be upset at him. The whole situation had been confusing, but you’d conceded to him-

Johnny wonders if Yuta is a genius. Had this whole thing been as simple as you wanting him to ‘command’ things? This whole time he’d been desperately trying to let you know that you’re the one in the driver’s seat, but had he not realized you’d never wanted to be there in the first place?

Johnny’s alpha roars to life in his chest at the notion, pushing at the young man to be released after being painfully restricted for so long.

Johnny takes a deep breath, and he lets go of all the things holding him back.

“Can I come in?”

Okay, well, maybe he’s not ready to fully give into the alpha inside who wants to kick the door down, but this is still a good thing. Johnny can hear the racing of your heart, the way it jumps after his words, and instinctively, he wants to smooth things over.

Always indecisive, you don’t respond to his question, and Johnny gives you ample time. He takes another deep breath, then he turns the door knob and pushes the door open, only to be hit by your pleasant smell again.

You’re sitting up in bed, as he’d assumed you would be.

Your hair is a little tousled from rolling around, and Johnny enjoys the way you look, but not as much as he enjoys the sight of his shirt adorning your body.

It’s a simple t, one of those that he keeps in his gym bag in the entryway closet. He’d wondered where it went two days ago when he’d gone to put it on after a work out only to find it missing, but he’d explained it away as being his own fault.

Yet, here’s the shirt.

You blink at him like a deer in headlights, and the predator inside of Johnny naturally wants to pounce, but he settles for stepping into the room instead.

“So that’s where my shirt went,” he says, voice a low growl, nowhere near the tone he had been planning to use.

“It smelt like you,” you respond, wrapping your arms around yourself as if to get closer to the scent.

The way you’re looking at him makes Johnny realize that you are deep in submissive omega mindset. It could be that you’re half asleep and naturally more relaxed right now, more open, or it could be your oncoming heat. It could also be the fact that you just had a wet dream and are still feeling it’s effects-

Johnny realizes there are too many variables at play for him to tell if this is a good idea or not, but his alpha side pushes him closer towards you, lungs filling with air tainted in your pretty smell-

“You gasped in your sleep, I was worried.”

“Oh.”

Even in the dimness of the room, he can tell that you’re probably flushed with heat, as your heart rate rises as well.

He’s almost at your bed now, and Johnny is aware that standing there feels somewhat awkward. But at the same time, looking down at you, huddled up in the center of the bed in his t-shirt, and are you wearing shorts? Or-

Johnny licks his lips as he realizes you’d only worn panties under the shirt.

If he doesn’t turn around this instant-

“Johnny?” your voice is soft, and it clears all the thoughts from the alpha’s head, his mind going blank as his eyes take in your face. You’re not moving, not trying to stop him from getting closer.

One step, then another.

He swallows thickly and sits down on the bed, angling his body towards you.

This close, he can smell you even better, and it makes his heart race. “

When we talked about options for your heat,” he listens to the way your pulse jumps, it seems this whole thing is having a similar effect on you as it is him, which is a good sign he thinks, “I said you could have suppressants or go to the hotel, but I didn’t offer to help you myself. And I’m sorry about that. It was my responsibility to offer-”

You shake your head, “Johnny-”

“It was my responsibility,” he says more firmly, which makes you close your mouth. “As an alpha,” his eyes dart down to your lips then back up, “as your alpha.”

The words hang in the air for a moment, registering, and then everything happens at once. You’re not sure if you leap at him and he catches you in a kiss, or if you meet half way- or maybe- are his lips on yours first? Regardless, you close the space between your bodies.

You half crawl up on the bed towards him, and Johnny’s hands grab you, pulling you to straddle his lap with ease.

Fingers dig into your hips and you grab at his face, kissing him feverishly.

His lips taste like toothpaste, and his woodsy scent enwraps you in a comfortable safety that both excites you and reminds you that you can be slow with this, that you can enjoy yourself, that you’re not going to be hurt.

You let out a little squeak when Johnny falls back into your bed, pulling you down on top of him. He grins against your lips, securing a hand behind your head so the kiss can deepen.

His frame is so massive underneath you, and even with your weight on his chest, you know it doesn't bother him.

You’ve never been in a situation like this before, having been sheltered your whole life. But your body seems to know what to do instinctually, hips rolling to create friction on your core. The motion makes you remember you’re only in panties, pussy fluttering with delight as you drag it across something hard-

Johnny rolls you suddenly, and your eyes open, looking up in shock at the man who’s now the one pressing you against the bed. He fits so well between your legs, and he holds himself off of you slightly, meeting your gaze. He’s breathing hard, like you, and his lips are slightly swollen already- had you been kissing him that hard?

“Were you dreaming about me earlier?” he asks.

Your heart catches in your chest, embarrassment flooding through you again. You want to hide your face, but there’s nowhere to go while pinned under your alpha, who’s watching you with a big smile.

“You know the answer,” you say, adjusting your legs hold on his hips and beginning to play with his hair.

“What was I doing in the dream, baby?”

Your heart flutters at the pet name, the first one he’s given you, and it prompts you to kiss him again. He gives in to your lips his tongue swiping across your teeth delightfully- but then he pulls away. “Was I touching you in the dream?”

A small moan leaves you at his words, a whimper really, your lower lip trembling as you nod.

Johnny chuckles lowly, leaning in and letting his mouth ghost over your neck, which you instinctively expose for him, turning your head to the side. The skin there is sensitive, and your breath catches.

Lips press against your pulse point and you dig your nails into Johnny’s shoulders, hips pushing up against his.

“If you don’t learn to use your words,” his nose brushes by your jaw then his teeth gently tug at your ear lobe, “we’ll just have to stay like this.”

You groan in frustration. “Please?”

Now it’s your alphas turn to let out a noise of pleasure. “Was I touching you here?” A hand slides around your throat. Barely any pressure is applied but it still makes your heart race in your ribcage.

“Lower.”

His fingers tease down, circling your pebbled nipple poking up through the fabric of the shirt you’d stolen from his gym bag. You’re happy you hadn’t worn a bra to bed.

“Here?” He presses more kisses to your neck and the stimulus from it makes you gasp, sensitive everywhere.

A whimper, then, “Lower.”

Johnny smiles against your neck, shaking his head slightly. He thinks you’re adorable. His hand begins it’s decent-

His body goes rigid as he realizes, “baby girl,” a kiss to your neck, he doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it, “is this your first time?”

Now it’s your turn to bury your face in his neck, but not for kissing, for hiding, and Johnny knows he’s hit the nail on the head.

He hadn’t even given this much thought, but he supposes it makes sense you’re a virgin, after all, once an omega is claimed by an alpha that’s that.

Most alpha's claim their omegas the first chance they get, or so Johnny’s heard, and you’re unclaimed because you grew up secluded. Of course this is your first time.

“It’s okay,” Johnny coos, “i’ll take care of you, I promise.”

You don’t release your hold on him, your face still buried in his neck, and Johnny doesn’t mind. He allows you to cling to his body, hugging him, while he simply holds you.

You’re not sure how much time passes in his embrace, but his warmth calms your racing mind, which feels counterintuitive because you’re so close to heat and your skin is inherently warmer than usual. When you finally pull away from his neck, Johnny does the same so he can meet your eyes.

You press a kiss to his lips, a quick one, studying his reaction, then you kiss him again, deeper this time.

You’re ready for this. You want this.

Your legs tighten around his waist again, forcing more pressure against your core, which makes you whimper against his lips.

Johnny’s hand is on your waist, but it moves up again, giving attention to your breasts. The feeling is wonderful, his thumb brushing the sensitive bud and making you whine again, hips pushing up-

“Can I take this off of you?” he asks between kisses, tugging at the shirt that's keeping him from fully touching you.

“Yes.” The word feels slightly foreign, but you know he wants verbal responses, and you’ll do your best to comply, especially if he’s making you feel this good as a reward.

He has to take his lips off yours to follow through, adjusting so he can sit up better. His fingers tug the fabric up slowly, exposing more and more skin.

You lift your arms to allow him to pull it off completely, and then he covers your body with his own again, lips returning to yours.

It’s a new feeling to have your bare breasts pressed against his chest, and the fabric of his shirt feels odd against your sensitive nipples. You tug at the material, and Johnny smiles into your kiss.

He doesn’t immediately give in, instead he lets you tug at the fabric at his shoulders for a little while, until you’re whimpering for him, and only then does he sit up again to join you in being bare from the waist up.

You watch, bottom lip caught between your teeth, as Johnny straightens and reaches behind his head to get a grip on the scruff of his shirt, pulling it up and over, tossing it away. His muscles move beautifully under pretty skin, and your mouth nearly waters at his physique. This is what he’s been hiding under hoodies and excessive jackets?

You reach towards Johnny, wanting him back in your arms, and he complies, smashing his lips to yours again. His hand feels massive on your waist, sliding up until his thumb brushes under your breast.

“Johnny-” you push your chest up against his, eager for more, eager for him to give you everything, to take care of you, as he promised he would.

His large hand cups your boob, massaging the flesh and making pleasure surge through you, heading right to your core. His thumb moves over your nipple and you gasp into his kiss, hips moving up, looking for friction, of their own accord.

Johnny’s kisses move to your jaw, and he noses your face to the side to gain access to your neck, peppering the skin there next. His descent continues, dark hair tickling your collar bone slightly before his lips wrap around your nipple.

The sensation is foreign but it sends shivers of delight through your body. You thread your fingers through Johnny’s soft hair to ground yourself as his teeth graze you, bringing more pleasure.

You can smell yourself at this point, that’s how insanely wet you are just from a bit of kissing and grinding.

“Johnny, please,” you whimper.

Immediately, the alpha continues to kiss down your body.

It seems that all you need to do is say please and he’ll give you what you want. The thought makes you smile to yourself only to gasp when Johnny’s lips reach the band of your panties.

He’s laying on the bed between your legs now, which are open to accommodate his broad shoulders.

The alpha adjusts your legs over his shoulders, and he begins speckling your skin in kisses. He skips the place you need him most to continue worshiping your inner thighs, breath teasing you.

“Sorry.”

You’re a little confused by the word, but a moment later it becomes clear what he means. Your panties tear in two places and are ripped from your body, exposing your core to the coolness of your room.

Johnny groans deeply, breathing in your smell and making your skin flush with embarrassment. “So good,” he says, voice nearly a growl, “you’ll let me make you feel good, right?”

“Yes, please.”

His mouth dives into your pussy and you scramble to grab his hair, shocked by the new and sudden feeling. His tongue laps at your entrance, pressing flat, not poking in, just tasting, just teasing-

His nose bumps your clit and your legs shake on either side of his head, another sound of pleasure leaving your lips. You allow yourself to relax a little into the bed, putting your head down and closing your eyes, which amplifies the sensations.

His tongue dips a little more into you, another new sensation that sends delightful tingles across your skin. Then his mouth moves up, lips wrapping around your clit.

Your back arches off the bed, fingers pulling at your alpha’s hair, “Johnny-”

There’s a tension in your stomach, and you’ve had orgasms by yourself before, so you know what it is. But this feels a bit different, it feels more intense, which is no surprise.

Small sounds are leaving your lips as he continues to switch between flicking at your clit with his tongue and sucking lewdly.

“I’m gonna-” you don’t even finish your sentence, orgasm taking over, the chord in your tummy snapping as waves of pleasure wrack your body.

All you can do it hold onto Johnny’s hair while he continues his assault on your entrance, every flick and slurp creating more and more intensity until your legs are shivering on either side of his head and you’re nearly crying from stimulation.

When Johnny pulls away from your core, you don’t even open your eyes to look at him, simply letting go of his hair and allowing him to leave.

You lay there, trying to regain some semblance of composure while Johnny’s breath fan over your pussy.

“I’m going to have to stretch you out now,” he says, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “You ready?”

You moan loudly. Of course he has to stretch you out and prepare you. You bet his cock is giant like the rest of him. Another wave of tingles washes over your body at the notion.

Johnny’s finger slides into you easily, and you gasp at how much longer it is than your own. “So wet,” another kiss to your thigh, “so pretty.”

Your skin flushes in embarrassment at the compliment, eyes opening to look down at the man between your legs. “No, you.”

Johnny just laughs, shaking his head and looking down at your core again, a second finger slides into you and makes you gasp.

He scissors them a little then pumps them in and out, you can hear your slick with each movement. His digits crook up inside of you, which feels amazing, you had no idea fingers could make you feel this good- but then you think maybe it’s not ‘fingers’, it’s the fact that this is Johnny.

His pace picks up as you get used to having two digits inside of you, and as you begin to let out more moans, signalling your orgasm is approaching again, Johnny brings his tongue back down to your clit.

Instead of reaching for Johnny’s hair, you grab the bedsheets, bundling the fabric in your fists. It feels as if you could lift off the bed and float away without an anchor, mind becoming fuzzy as Johnny helps your ascent to cloud 9.

Soon, another orgasm crashes into you, waves of pleasure lulling your body as Johnny continues to work you through it.

You feel safe with him, like you can simply enjoy the feelings, the euphoria, that he’s giving you.

Every good thing must come to an end, and when you finally are released from the delightful spasms of your orgasm, you instinctively reach for Johnny.

“I have to go get condoms.” A kiss is pressed to your inner thigh. “I’ll be right back.”

You open your eyes to watch Johnny head to the door. His shoulders are so broad, and his waist much smaller, sweatpants hanging low on his hips- then he’s out of sight and you’re disappointed.

Condoms. You’d forgotten about those. This is why he’s the alpha and you’re the one being taken care of, you think to yourself pleasantly.

You enjoy it this way.

He’s back a moment later, stopping at the foot of the bed and looking at you, the condom packet in his hand. “You still want this?”

You open your legs as a response.

Johnny chuckles to himself and pushes his pants down, releasing a cock that’s exactly as big as you thought it would be.

He rolls the condom on and joins you on the bed, letting you wrap your legs around his waist, but he doesn’t immediately press into you. Instead he kisses you, his fingers returning to your entrance.

He collects the wetness there, spreading it over your pussy and then his own cock. “If this hurts-”

You kiss him to shut him up, he has no idea how much you can handle. You’re stronger than he thinks. You can take it, after all the things you’ve gone through and overcome so far, you’re sure this will be the easiest.

His cock presses against your entrance, the head pushing in and making you groan. Johnny peppers your face in kisses, sliding in a little more. He takes his time, giving little test thrusts which help coat him in your slick until one thrust has him sheathed fully inside of you, causing you to gasp into each other's mouths as you kiss, your fingers pulling at his pretty hair.

“You’re so big-” you whimper, body still trying to adjust even though it feels like he’s splitting you in half.

The pain is there, but so is the pleasure, and the melding of the two contrasting experiences is interesting, pleasure coming out as the dominant feeling the moment Johnny begins to move.

Your noises tell Johnny that it feels good, that he can go faster, that he can finally lose control and ravage you after trying to go slow for so long.

He lets out a sound that goes straight to your core, a deep sound that brings forth your own primal side.

A whimper leaves your lips and you move your kisses to his neck, licking the skin there.

“Claim me.”

His fingers dig into your hips and he groans. “Fuck, don’t say things like that-”

“Claim me,” you say, harder this time.

“Baby-”

“Claim me!” You scrape your nails down his back.

“Claim me first,” he responds, voice breaking a little at the words.

Omega’s can’t claim alphas. That’s not how this works and you both know that. But you immediately understand his words, placing your mouth on a particular spot of skin on his pretty neck and sucking.

Your teeth nip at the flesh and your tongue darts out to sooth it as you suckle at him, marking his neck with a little hickey that will be gone by morning anyways due to his healing abilities.

It feels immensely intimate to be doing this, imprinting a mark like this on your alpha while he fucks you into your mattress.

Satisfied with what you’ve done, you move away from his neck to inspect your work. “Now claim me,” you tell him, exposing your throat yet again.

“Cum first.” He shoves his hand between your bodies, fingers finding your clit.

You’re still sensitive, so the motion sends jolts tingling through you, increasing the pressure in the pit of your stomach. You let out a whine, eyes closing as you simply take what he’s giving you. Each thrust feels amazing, his cock filling you completely, only to leave you empty, and repeat- you think this must be what heaven feels like.

You’re so close-

You open your eyes and look up at Johnny, bringing his lips to yours again. “Cum with me?” you ask fervently against his mouth, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

Johnny smiles against your lips, a yes, you’re sure of it.

His pace gets quicker and each thrust makes you practically squeak in pleasure, pitch getting higher as you get closer and closer-

“Alpha-”

That’s all it takes for Johnny to snap, his mouth moving to your neck. The moment his teeth sink into your flesh, marking you, claiming you as his, you explode on his cock, pussy clamping down for everything you're worth and dragging him over the edge with you.

You claw at his shoulders, noises of pleasure leaving you as his hips carry you through your orgasms, his lips returning to yours a moment later. There’s a slight metallic taste now, but only slight, and it’s mostly hidden by the spearmint flavour of Johnny’s toothpaste, which you’re thankful for.

Tongues clash, moans are exchanged, and nothing else in the entire world matters.

When Johnny’s hips stop moving, after you’ve both finished, he stays inside of you for a moment, pulling away from your lips to look at you. Your noses touch, and he gently rubs them together, affectionately, making you giggle.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you say back immediately.

“How do you feel?”

You laugh a little at the question, transported back to the first interaction with him. In his car, having just escaped the life you knew, everything was different. You hadn’t known what to say, hadn’t known if you could tell the truth to the alpha.

But now you know he only wants the truth from you, he truly wants to know how you're feeling. And the answer is easy, “I feel happy.”

And it’s the truth.

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“So I know you said you like being in your own home during your heat,” Johnny says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “but I was thinking, maybe… for this next one, we could try out a hotel.”

You take one last look at the view of the city before turning in your mate’s arms, hands flattening against his chest. “Why?”

Johnny chuckles, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. He pinches your chin gently between two fingers, prompting you to tilt your head and allow him to press his lips to your own. “Well,” he lets out a sigh, holding you closer, “as I’ve mentioned before, they’re safe-”

“Here is safe,” you insist, looking around the apartment you’ve grown to love in the few months since you were whisked away from your old pack and into the life you’re now living.

“True,” he nods, “but… since our cycles are synced up… I was thinking room service could be nice.”

You consider his words. Your last heat had been a little messy as the first time your cycles had partially synced- Mark had become an errand boy for three days of it, solidifying himself as your favorite alpha other than your own mate.

“Also,” Johnny leans down, lips brushing over your jugular, where a scar of his bite mark shows everyone who looks at you that you’re taken, “we can get a room with a large bath. That could be fun, right?”

When he’d first brought up the idea of spending your heat at a hotel, it had been under the assumption you’d be going alone, and it had made you want to burrow into his apartment even more. But now that he’s suggesting you both go… you’re starting to see the benefits.

“It could be like a couples vacation,” you realize.

“Exactly,” Johnny smiles down at you, adoration twinkling in his pretty brown eyes, “a couples vacation. We deserve that, don’t we?”

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