2025-02-19 22:33:00 ¶ ●

Joncon omegaverse home invasion….

An alpha breaking into Jon’s home… maybe to steal, maybe because he wants to breed the omega living there. Creeping into Jon’s bedroom and finding him lying there, dead asleep. Jon wakes up, panics, of course. Trues to kick the alpha away but they pin him easily. Pull down his pants to expose his dripping cunt.

(And he’s so ashamed. Hates that this got him wet. His stupid instincts reacting to the attentions of an alpha (no matter how unwanted), responding to the aroused scent, the pheromones, the heavy body pinning him down. Preparing him for breeding.)

They open him up, rough and impatient but it doesn’t matter. His omega hindbrain excited by the presence of a powerful alpha, every touch sparking need and pleasure, hips helplessly rolling onto his attacker’s fingers even as he begs and pleads for them to stop. He’s so close, so close, going to cum just from his rapist’s fingers alone but then they stop right before he can tip over the edge. His hips lift, chasing the friction, even as he continues to try and weakly push them away, but he doesn’t have the strength.

They laugh at him. “I knew you wanted this. Don’t worry, I’ll knot you just like you want.” Flipping him over and mounting him. Jon wails as their cock is driven deep inside him, so full, letting out pleasured omega subvocals no matter how hard he tries to contain them. He feels so good and he hates how much his body seems to want this.

(He has no idea. No idea just how much it’s responding to the presence of an alpha intent on breeding him)

The alpha fucks him into the mattress, heavy balls slapping against Jon’s ass with every thrust as Jon keens and moans in pleasure beneath him. He hates this but it’s getting harder and harder to remember that when his omega instincts are so keen to submit, to do anything that will mean he’s finally knotted and filled. His rapist reaches a hand down, clumsily fingering Jon’s clit until he cums with a sob. Continues to pound into him until finally, finally, they still and pump their seed deep inside of Jon, huge knot locking them in places. The sudden rush of warmth inside them, the knot filling them, the knowledge that he’s been bred, it’s all enough to make Jon cum again, shuddering and crying put as he milks his rapist’s cock.

He tries to satisfy himself with the knowledge that he’s not at risk of pregnancy, not outside of his heat, but…

The powerful alpha pheromones, the load that was deposited into his womb… his body is responding by initiating an early heat, and it’s approaching fast. He wants to be fucked again, needs it. Hates what a slut he’s become but he’s already grinding down on the alpha’s cock in little helpless motions, clit hard and begging to be touched. The alpha is affected as well, cock not softening even as the knot goes down. they can smell the heat just beginning to take effect in Jon, hear those desperate, bitten off omega subvocals. They were planning on leaving after the first round, but why should they? When the omega under them is entering heat? Will soon be begging for their cock? To be bred? “Oh, you liked it that much? You need more? Aren’t you just a perfect little cumslut…”

And it’s so humiliating and Jon hates it but he clenches down on the invading cock and whines with need, and then the alpha is pinning him down and breeding him again and soon every thought has been fucked out of his head.

At the beginning he’s still lucid enough to protest, to try and fight back, to hate what’s being done to him (what his own body decided to do to him), but soon even that is gone as he just lies there and takes the breeding. Begs for more, harder, faster. Pleading for another knotting. It’s the most intense heat of his life, omega instincts utterly overwhelming him, reducing him into a desperate slut that can only think about getting bred. Bouncing on his rapist’s cock, grinding on their knot, anything for more cum.

The alpha leaves after two days. Has their own life to attend to. But Jon’s only barely halfway through his heat. When he wakes up empty and realizes they’re gone he panics and sobs for hours, even as he can’t resist touching his needy cunt. He spends the rest of the heat aching for his alpha, masturbating to the memory of their matings, pleasuring himself as he thinks about how at least he’s already been filled and bred, that surely he’s carrying pups.

Finally the heat is over, memory still and awful and burning in his mind. How he begged his rapist to breed him. How he spent days wailing for their cock, pleading to an empty room for them to come back and fill them. Feeling so hurt and conflicted because there’s a base, instinctual part of him that enjoyed it, wanted more. And he stumbles through the rest of the day in a haze, house clogged with the scent of his rapist, their matings, Jon’s own desperation and pleasure…