Having soft thoughts about Omega Jon, just him wanting to be taken so seriously and stressing himself out so much that it sends him into heat. Jon who is just so out of touch with his body, not noticing till he’s holed up in his office after stealing Sasha’s scarf. Pressing the soft fabric against his face letting the Alpha’s scent wash over him.
Sasha the last to leave the office realizing her scarf is missing. Thinking she might have dropped it in Jon’s office she goes to check. Of course as soon as she opens the door a wave of pheromones hits her, and she can hear soft little whimpers.
Jon’s subvocals barely above a whisper as he’s clearly trying to keep quiet, asking over and over why he’s alone, isn’t he good? He can be so good just don’t leave him alone.
Sasha’s own subvocals answering immediately that’s she’s here, that she knows he’s so good. Finding Jon hidden under his desk her scarf wrapped around his hands as he presses it against his face, half trying to hide, half wanting to crawl into her arms.
Sasha pulling him into her lap, he’s so light and small, letting him tuck his face against her neck. It smells so much better than the secondhand scent from her scarf and he practically melts into her. Sasha holds him close stroking his hair as he continues to chirp that he can be so so good, and she rumbles back that he is good, so good for her, that’s she’s here and he doesn’t have to be alone.
Sasha setting Jon up with plenty of nesting material once she gets him back to her flat. Jon making a comfy nest being very particular about where everything goes, as Sasha keeps up a constant litany of good, so good, such a smart good omega. Jon preening happily at the praise, because yes he is very good,
Sasha finally pouncing on him once he seems content with his nest. Gently nipping at his neck as she presses him into the pillows he just finished arranging, her subvocals still constant. Such a good omega, so smart so pretty, so good all for me.
Jon whining in embarrassment but already squirming as her praise goes straight to his cunt. She helpfully presses a leg between his, and he immediately starts rubbing against her, leaving a smear of slick. While he’s busy rutting against her she starts on his tits, kneading and squeezing them, teasing him about how they’re just perfect handfuls.
If Jon had upper functions of his brain working he’d probably explode, but as it is it just feels so good. Right now all he can think of is how nice it feels to have someone there. How he just wants to be taken care of, it’s so much better than trying to go through a heat alone.
Sasha lazily fucking into him because why would she be in a hurry? He’s not going anywhere, not with how closely he currently resembles a puddle beneath her. Jon making little squeaks of pleasure every time she pushes forward. He’s not really even conscious anymore, lost in a haze of sensation just enjoying the feeling of being full.