Omega Ghost finding comfort in Alpha Soap's lap. It doesn't do it often, they aren't mated way after all, but in the quiet moments when they aren't busy or when they're in transit, Ghost will climb into Johnny's lap.
Need an omega so deep in heat, feral, seething over the alpha’s stamina they normally love because they aren’t getting the knot they need.
Grabbing their alpha’s ass, using their own slick to finger their ass, pressing hard against the prostate until the alpha is forced to knot.
“Messy little slut. Can’t even listen, can you?”
Riley looks up at him with glazed eyes, omegan instincts satisfied with a belly full of cum, but he always wants more.
“Not gonna quit ‘til I mount you? Fine, then. Get me hard again and I’ll teach you a lesson, boy.”
🔞‘09 soapghost omegaverse
Just thinking about omega Riley on his knees for alpha Mac, hiding under the captain’s desk as he pleasures his CO to get the addictive pheromones his body craves.
The heavy head resting against his tongue, alpha musk filling his senses, hand wrapped+
hands.
Cum splatters on his face, marking him as the alpha shudders through wave after wave of pleasure that came from Riley, he stays in position until Mac finally sags back against the desk chai.
He doesn’t stay there long.
The alpha grabs his chin and looks him over.