WIP Wednesday
Hello again for yet another fantastic wipsday. Thank you @monbons for tagging me, you're so loyal.
Work has been crazy, so I haven't had a ton of time to write, but I'm hoping to get some done tonight actually. (I had a job interview today!) This fic is so much fun to write, and I find it comes really easily. As everyone knows, I'm writing this fic as a gift to @valeffelees (my best friend) (my soulmate) in an attempt to make him smile, so it's really cool to see so many other people gaining an interest in this one! I guess the fandom was starved for omegaverse. Well, without further ado - eat up.
Warning: this fic is rated E and this snippet reflects that rating. Proceed with horny caution.
A feverish growl tears itself from Baz’s throat. He’s never cared for dynamics before, designations that mean little in today’s world. He’s never been in rut, has never felt the primal need to fuck something until it bears the fruit of his seed. It’s primitive. Base. Beneath him. He feels it now, though. Snow’s head whips over his shoulder and he makes eye contact for the first time. He’s bloody gorgeous like this, Baz thinks distantly. Snow’s face is flushed a beautiful dark red, his cheeks stained with tear tracks. He can see more tears welling up in those blue, blue eyes, desperation taking shape. At the sight of an alpha, Snow loses his goddamn mind. Baz bears witness as Simon whines, long and loud. He pushes the sheets with his clenched fists, thrusting his hips backwards, trashing and reckless. Another blast of pheromones hits Baz, making his fangs pop. Fuck. Tears spill past wet eyelashes and follow the trail of those before, falling in fat drops down ruddy cheeks. “Alpha,” Snow cries.
I'll swap back to Simon's POV for the next one! Tags and hellos: