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When an alpha gets bitched, it takes one week for them to properly transform into an omega.
On day one, there aren’t too many noticeable changes, as it’s the internal anatomy that’s the first to shift.
On day two, body fat begins to get redistributed, centering around the chest, stomach, hips, and thighs.
Day three, the penis starts to shrink, as if it’s retracting back into the body.
Days four and five are much of the same, with the previous changes only continuing to develop.
By day six, the penis is almost gone, having shrunken into a pathetic little nub, entirely unusable.
And finally on day seven, the penis has been replaced entirely by a fresh new cunt. Wet and waiting to be bred.
And poor Ben is already on day eight.
He’s survived the week of hell, but at what cost?
His dignity, pride, manhood, and dick and balls, for starters.
Once again wishing for this all to be one big, horrible, fucked up nightmare, Ben sits up in bed, causing it to creak beneath his weight. Go figure Butcher had the cheapest furniture, right? But at the very least, the man had been kind enough to sacrifice his bedroom to the suffering soldier, who locked himself in and never looked back, leaving Butcher to crash on his own couch for a week.
Ben looks around at the room, taking in the destruction around him. In his defense, the transformation into an omega was a lot more painful than he had been expecting. Having your dick shrink back into your body doesn’t exactly feel like nothing. Drawers had been ripped out, closet doors thrown off their hinges, curtains torn down, and there were even faint scratches on the walls. Ben had truly felt like an animal these past few days, and it was humiliating.
But nothing was as humiliating as the bed he lay in.
As the transformation had furthered, he’d found himself struck with the instinct to nest. One of the most basic omega instincts. He’d felt disgusted with himself and tried his best to refuse the urge. But all that did was make him feel worse. So, he swallowed his pride yet again and made himself a nest. One primarily composed of Butcher’s seemingly endless collection of Hawaiian shirts. Whatever it took to make the ache go away, even if just for a little while.
God, he feels fucking pathetic. He’s endured torture objectively so much worse than this. Torture that has left him with a battlefield of emotional scars. And yet this is what he caves to. What a fucking disappointment he is.
Just as he’s about to roll over and go back to sleep in hopes that this is all just one big nightmare, there’s a loud knocking at the door.
“Oi, Sleeping Beauty, your week’s up.”
Right. His agreement with Butcher was that he was allowed to have the room just for the week of his transformation. Nothing more, nothing less. In hindsight, he should’ve demanded more time because he is not ready in the slightest.
“Give me a fuckin’ minute.” Ben calls out as he wrestles himself out of the sheets then out of the bed.
“I gave you seven fucking days!”
Ben can hear the doorknob turning, and it frustrates him— more than it likely should. But cut him a break, he’s been through a lot this past week, he should deserve some fucking grace here. Except clearly Butcher disagrees.
“Alright, alright, I’m fucking coming!” He hardly has enough time to pull up his previously discarded pair of sweatpants before opening the door for Butcher.
Immediately, he’s hit with what feels like a brick wall of scent. As an alpha, he could smell Butcher well enough. It wasn’t to his personal taste, but then again, most alphas don’t particularly love the scents of others.
But now, as an omega? He can pick up on every tiny little note there is in his scent.
There’s a strong base of tobacco, with hints of whiskey and ash, finished off with a note of pure musk. Ben hates it. He hates how Butcher smells like one big, beautiful vice.
Fortunately, or not, he isn’t given much time at all to bask in the scent, as Butcher breaks the silence.
“Christ, you look terrible.” He clearly says it without thinking, though it’s not like he seems to regret it.
“Thanks, I feel fucking terrible too.” Ben scoffs, turning his back on Butcher and heading back towards the bed. He deserves more time to rest.
However, Butcher doesn’t seem to agree, as he follows Ben into the room, eyes immediately scanning across the sheer destruction that had ravaged what was supposed to be a semi-safe space.
“Fuckin’ Hell…”
“Oh yeah, you’re gonna need to replace your closet door.” Ben mentions nonchalantly as he climbs back into his nest.
Butcher considers yelling. He truly does. He had let Ben into his home and into his room, and what does he get in return? A whole new mess he has to clean up. How fucking generous of the supe. But when his gaze travels to his bed, he can’t help but soften at the sight in front of him.
His bed is overflowing with his shirts, strewn over blankets and pillows in what he’s hardly able to recognize as a nest. And in the center of it is Ben, curled up and facing away from him, likely a poor attempt at hiding. It’s… cute. In a way.
“Made yourself nice and comfortable, didn’t you?” Butcher says in amusement as he walks over to the bed, a bit shocked he doesn’t get a pillow to the face.
“I wouldn’t call any part of this comfortable.” Ben’s voice is muffled through the blanket he pulled halfway up his face.
“Oh come on, it can’t be that ba-“
This time, Butcher does end up with a pillow to the face, and an angry looking Ben glaring daggers at him.
“Shut your fucking mouth. You have no idea what I’ve been through, so don’t you fucking dare try to downplay it, you piece of shit.”
Ben looks downright furious, looking up at Butcher with a fire in his eyes the man hadn’t seen in quite some time. His eyebrows furrow deeply, accentuating the shockingly few wrinkles for someone of his age. He really is an incredibly attractive man, Butcher thinks, —partly thanks to the fact he stopped visibly aging sometime in his early forties— even when he looks like he’s about five seconds away from going nuclear.
The train of thought almost makes Butcher forget to respond, stumbling his words just to get something out.
“And- And how do I know you’re not just being dramatic, hm? I know all about your little diva attitude, so sorry if I’m not feeling the most sympathetic.”
“MY COCK REVERSED ITSELF INTO A PUSSY! HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU FEEL IF THAT HAPPENED TO YOU, HUH TOUGH GUY?” Ben suddenly yells, launching another pillow into Butcher’s face. Thank God it’s soft, otherwise there definitely would’ve been enough force to break his nose.
Rather than shout back like his instincts tell him to, Butcher pauses. He’s always known omega’s all have cunts, regardless of their gender, but he didn’t realize the same applied to alphas that had been bitched into omegas. The thought is titillating, to say the very least.
“…You’ve got a cunt now?” Butcher’s mouth is suddenly dry, and his tongue feels like lead. All thoughts of anger and frustration gone, as if they were never there in the first place. The only thing he can think about now is what’s between Ben’s legs.
“Of course that’s all you heard!” Ben throws his arms up in frustration, feeling the weight of his situation suddenly come crashing down on him in full force.
He’s an omega now, with no possible way to turn back into an alpha, and completely at the mercy of the same alpha who had done this to him in the first place. The same alpha he had stupidly decided to get fucked and knotted by. Like the idiot he is.
Somehow, he must’ve made a look that really showed his distress, as Butcher’s face softens. It’s Ben’s first time seeing his hardened features melt into something almost resembling nice, and it feels weird. Far too weird.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Ben-“
“Don’t call me that!”
“Ben,” Butcher repeats, ignoring the man’s cry. “Look, you’re right, I have no idea what you went through. And maybe I was downplaying it just a tad bit—“
“You think?”
“I wasn’t finished.”
Ben rolls his eyes, but allows Butcher to continue.
“Honestly? I’m just a bit shocked that that of all things is what fazed you.”
A curious eyebrow is raised.
“I mean, bloody hell, you’ve never sulked this much over what happened back in Russia.” Butcher knows better than to bring up Ben’s tendency to black out during his PTSD episodes.
“That’s because…” Ben hesitates for a moment.
“None of that shit changed me physically. Nothing they did to me caused anything permanent. But this?” He vaguely gestures towards his crotch. “This is fucking permanent. I’m stuck with a pussy now. It’s fucking pathetic. I’m pathetic.”
His words hang heavy in the air, looming over both of them. It’s been a while since Ben has even remotely opened up, with the last time being when he tried bonding with Butcher over their shared daddy issues. Butcher can vividly remember how easily he brushed the man off then, and he’s determined not to make the same mistake now.
He can see the vulnerability in Ben’s eyes. Despite his face looking the same as it always has, there’s a distinct softness in his gaze that Butcher has never seen before. Quite honestly, it makes his heart melt a bit, and fills him with a need to protect the omega.
With a heavy sigh, Butcher sits down next to Ben, leaving about a foot of space in between them.
“You’re not pathetic. So what if you have a cunt now? That doesn’t make you weak suddenly. Look, someone I know once told me this— cunts are flexible, they can take a pounding, and they’re the reason behind 98% of my life’s decisions.”
“Who the fuck said that?” Ben hates how he begins to crack a smile.
“That’s not important. Anyways, what I’m trying to say here is— just because you’re an omega now, that don’t mean you’re weak. Hell, you’ve probably just earned the title of World’s Strongest Omega!” Butcher pats him firmly on the back.
“You’re terrible at comforting people. You know that, right?” Ben rolls his eyes at the man.
“Made you smile, so apparently I ain’t too bad.”
“Christ, can you just shut up already?”
“Gladly.”
No more words need to be said between them as they lock lips together. It’s their first kiss since “the incident” and it shows, with both of them immediately parting their lips and shoving their tongues in the other’s mouth. It’s heated, sloppy, but most of all passionate, keeping Ben subdued as Butcher slowly pins him down against the bed.
Upon feeling his back hit the mattress, Ben breaks the kiss. “Butcher-“
The name falls on deaf ears, as the other man kisses Ben’s jawline, then moves down his neck, planting open mouthed kisses across the not so delicate flesh.
“It’s a shame that you’re a supe,” Butcher mutters against him. “I’d fuckin’ love to mark you up. Make you look real pretty for me. My beautiful little omega.”
Ben should hate it. He should hate being referred to as pretty and beautiful. Those are things girls are. And he’s not a girl, he’s a man. He’s a man, dammit! So why does it make his pussy throb?
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Butcher murmurs as his kisses move to Ben’s shoulders. “I can smell your little cunt… she’s dripping for me, ain’t she?”
“N-No-“
“Don’t you dare lie to me.” Butcher bites down on Ben’s shoulder as he presses a hand between his legs, feeling up the damp patch on his sweatpants.
Ben can only whine in response, knowing he’s been caught. Truthfully, he’s wetter than he ever thought physically possible.
“Butcher-“
“I know, Princess. You want Daddy to finger you til you turn into a fire hose, don’t you?”
“You and your stupid fucking na-“ Ben fights back a moan as Butcher begins grinding his palm against him. Even through the thick fabric of his sweatpants, Ben can feel it. God can he feel it.
Ben digs his heels into the mattress and bucks his hips up, trying to do whatever he can to increase the friction. As much as he tried to deny it, he’s hornier than he’s ever been in his entire life. And he’s not quite sure how to feel about that.
“Now that’s more like it… you’re much better when you can’t talk.” Butcher pulls his hand away in order to give Ben’s clothed cunt a firm pat that borders on a spank. Not that it really matters what it is though, as it has Ben gasping and bucking his hips up all the same.
“Butcher- fuck- c’mon…” He whines, gaze switching repeatedly between Butcher’s face and himself in a silent plea.
“You know I won’t do anything unless you use your words. So get to it.” Butcher grins, delivering another pat that leaves Ben breathless for a good few seconds.
“Just fuck me already… or at least finger me or eat me out— fuck, I don’t care what you do, just do something!!” Ben spreads his legs as far as they can naturally go, doing his best to be as enticing as possible. He needs Butcher to say yes, just for his own sanity.
“I didn’t hear a ‘please’ in there.”
Ben groans and tosses his head back momentarily in frustration. He hates this part of their hookups. When he’s yet to fall into subspace, yet Butcher demands he beg. It’s so much more humiliating this way— likely because he still feels in control of his mind and body.
“Butcher… you can’t fucking do this to me.” Ben whines, bringing his gaze back up to the man positioned above him. “You already know I’m fucking soaked. And that I need your dick. Do I really have to beg for it?”
Butcher just stares at him for a moment. Then he begins to laugh. He fucking laughs.
Ben can feel his cheeks immediately flare up in embarrassment.
“You are just too cute, you know that?” Butcher says with a chuckle, looking Ben up and down so he can admire the man’s flushed face and body. “But yeah, you gotta beg. Don’t worry though, I’ll make it easier on you.”
In less than a second, Butcher tightly secured his hand around Ben’s neck, squeezing it with most of his strength, causing him to immediately start choking. Ben’s hands shoot up to Butcher’s wrist, attempting to pry him off, but to no avail.
He gasps for air, barely getting any sucked into his lungs. His Adam’s apple weakly bobs against Butcher’s thumb as he chokes, only the most pathetic sounds escaping his mouth. Just as his eyes are about to start rolling back, Butcher relaxes his grasp.
Immediately, Ben sucks in a deep breath, followed by several quick, shallow ones. However he isn’t given much time to relax, as the hand tightens again, though only a slight bit.
“Beg, omega.” Butcher commands, eyes narrowed and darkened.
“Pl-Please…” Ben barely manages to squeak out. “Fuck…fuck me… need… cock…”
Each word seems to take a substantial amount of effort. Good. That’s what Butcher wanted. To see the omega beneath him lose his pride and come undone. To become the whore he knows the man is.
Fucking diabolical.
But it’s not enough. And Ben knows that when Butcher’s hand doesn’t let up.
“Please…my pussy needs your fuckin’ cock… I need to cum on it… need to cum on your fat cock, Daddy.”
Oh.
Now isn’t that delicious?
Satisfied with the begging, Butcher gives Ben’s neck one final squeeze before pulling his hand away, and instead moving down to his sweatpants. His fingers curl beneath the waistband, waiting a teasing moment before pulling them down to finally reveal Ben.
Butcher’s eyes widen at the sight before him— quite possibly the hairiest cunt he’s ever seen. With thick, curly hair slicked down by Ben’s sheer amount of wetness.
“Fuck…” Butcher exhales, pupils blown wide and eyes even wider. He’s always been a fan of hairy pussy, but all his partners kept theirs neatly trimmed. He never got the full experience. But with Ben? Good god.
“I didn’t beg just for you to stare at it…” Ben whines, snapping Butcher out of his brief daze.
“Right. Yeah.” He clears his throat as he finishes removing Ben’s sweatpants, throwing them off somewhere to the side. Clothes are the last thing they need right now. And that includes his own. So Butcher wastes no more time, quickly stripping himself down until he’s as bare as the man beneath him.
Despite the fact he’d yet to be touched, Butcher is hard. Incredibly so, with his veins prominent and foreskin peeling back, and even small beads of precum collecting at his tip. Ben can’t help but bite his lip and whimper at the sight. He needs that dick inside of him, and he needs it now.
Except Butcher knows better than to slam into a fresh new pussy with zero prep, even if he’s certain that Ben can take it. He justifies his kindness in his mind with the fact the poor man has already been through enough, having his body change so dramatically and all. Though there is a greedy part of him that just wants to say fuck it and do whatever he damn pleases.
“Goddammit I told you— stop staring and just fuck me already!” Ben scoffs, throwing his arms across the sheets in frustration, easily catching Butcher’s attention.
“Tsk tsk…” Butcher clicks his tongue as he shakes his head. “I thought you were done with this little attitude of yours. Even called me Daddy. But I guess it takes more than a bit of choking to tame a brat like you, don’t it?”
“I—“
“That was a rhetorical question, Princess.”
Ben attempts to speak again, but is kept silent by Butcher flipping him onto his stomach and forcing his head down into a pillow.
“Since you don’t know how to behave, you’re gonna stay nice and quiet while I finger your little cunt open, yeah? I hear any noise, and I’ll say fuck it and split you open on my cock. And truthfully, I’d hate to ruin such a pretty little cunt so soon.” Butcher explains with a shark-like grin on his face, pulling Ben up onto his knees so that his precious cunt is presented to him.
It’s so pretty from this angle, hair slicked down in wet mats, allowing him to get a proper look at what lay beneath. As cute as it would be for Ben to have a proper porn star pussy, that’s far from what he has. Instead, the dark flaps of his inner labia peek out between his lips. Butcher can only imagine how they’d hang out of a cute little thong— an idea he’ll stash in his brain for later.
Using his thumbs, Butcher spreads the wet lips apart to expose Ben’s awaiting hole. And god— is it beautiful. The poor thing is already pulsing with need, causing strings of slick to drip down and onto the bed. A mess for later.
With one hand keeping him spread, Butcher slowly slides a finger in, taking his sweet time just to fuck with Ben. Which works, as the man nestles his face into the pillow, likely in order to stifle any sounds. He’s just too cute.
“That’s right Princess, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s gonna take care of ya.” Butcher coos as he begins carefully thrusting his finger in and out at an agonizingly slow pace.
He doesn’t have to, of course. He knows Ben can handle him being rough. Hell, he’s a supe, his cunt probably doesn’t need any prep at all— he sure seems wet enough. But that’s not what this is about. It’s about slowly breaking Ben down in order to destroy him.
Butcher keeps up with the steady pace of his finger for a good minute before he’s generous enough to add a second, which he doesn’t even use to scissor Ben open. Instead, he continues exactly the same as before, intentionally missing Ben’s gspot with each thrust of the digits.
He can tell the lack of proper stimulation is getting to the man, with the lewd sounds his cunt makes and the way his hips begin to carefully rock back, as if he’s trying not to make it too obvious. It’s a pitiful attempt, one that Butcher can’t help but chuckle at.
“Oh, I’m sorry, is this not good enough for Princess? Let me fix that.”
As much as Butcher wanted to continue to go slow, his desire to fuck with Ben in any way possible is so much greater, so he suddenly adds two more fingers in, damn near fisting the cunt’s cunt.
Ben’s reaction is immediate, letting out a loud groan into the pillow as he holds onto it like he needs the damn thing to live. To be fair, it’s quite the jump in size, even for some super-abled like him. And Butcher knows that.
Now done with going slow, Butcher quickly pistons his fingers in and out of Ben, relishing in the muffled moans and filthy squelching that escapes the supe.
“That’s my girl, taking my fingers like a proper whore.” He knows how much Ben must hate his words— the amount of feminizing language he uses on him. And that’s wholly intentional. Because the angrier Ben gets, the tighter he clenches down around his fingers, holding them like a vice.
It takes more force than Butcher would like to admit in order to pull them out, briefly relishing in just how soaked they are. Using his other hand, Butcher grabs Ben by the hair and jerks his head back, pulling his face out of the pillow. Ben tries to use this as an opportunity to speak, but Butcher keeps him quiet by forcing his fingers into his mouth.
“Go on, love, taste yourself.” He encourages with a surprising softness in his voice.
Unable to do much else, Ben obeys, running his tongue across the thick fingers and lapping up the thick layer of juices coating him. He tastes sweet, with a hint of bitterness that he half assumes comes straight from Butcher.
Once satisfied with Ben’s work, Butcher pulls them out, a thick string of saliva connecting the digits to his lips for only a split second.
“I knew your mouth was better for something other than complaining.” He brushes the pad of his thumb across Ben’s swollen bottom lip before pulling away entirely, bringing his focus back to the man’s dripping cunt.
“She’s a real beauty, y’know. It’s almost a shame I’ve gotta break her in.” He tisks as he takes his own cock in his hand, giving it a few strokes to coat his length in a mix of Ben’s saliva and his own pre.
“Please… stop teasing and—“ Ben stops himself, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Please, Daddy… I can’t take any more teasing. I need your cock so fucking bad. Please let me have it…!”
Part of him wants to feel ashamed for begging without even being prompted to. But that part gets pushed deep, deep down as Butcher presses the tip of his cock against Ben’s soaking wet cunt.
Any and all thoughts of further teasing fly out the window as Butcher feels Ben’s hole flutter against him, beckoning him inside. He’d be a monster to resist an omega that’s begging oh so nicely.
With one hand on Ben’s hip and the other tangled in his hair, Butcher slides in, bottoming out with a single smooth thrust that has Ben’s eyes rolling back into his skull.
“Ohfuck—“ He gasps, clutching the pillow beneath him for dear life. It’s so much more intense than he could’ve ever imagined. His cunt burns as it stretches to accommodate Butcher’s girth, hurting in just the best way possible.
Butcher feels a similar euphoria, buried deep in Ben’s pussy. It feels like a vice around his cock, nearly threatening to rip it off if he’s not careful. He can hardly believe this is what Ben feels like after four fingers— and is suddenly very glad he decided against going in completely raw.
“So fuckin’ tight around my cock, aren’t you, Princess? You’re gonna milk me fuckin’ dry.” Butcher chuckles as he begins to thrust.
Despite every muscle in his body telling him to brutally pound Ben until the man can hardly breathe, he decides to take it slow for now. To gently work that pretty cunt open, ensuring that Ben can feel the drag of thick veins against his plush walls. And oh, can Ben feel it. Unable to continue holding his head up, he collapses down into the pillow, muffling the small symphony of moans that escape past his lips.
He can feel everything, from the way Butcher’s cock splits him open, to jagged nails digging into the soft pudgy flesh of his hip, and even hot breath puffing down his back. Every nerve in his body is on fire, and it’s better than anything he’s ever experienced before in his life.
Drool seeps into the pillow as Butcher finally begins to thrust, slowly dragging his cock back against Ben’s sensitive walls before slamming back inside. It’s a slow yet brutal pace, reducing Ben to a pathetic mess, writhing beneath the Brit’s brutish strength.
Unsatisfied with the lack of sound managing to escape past the plush barrier, Butcher pulls Ben’s head back by a fistful of hair and holds him in place, knowing he lacks the strength to do so himself. Once again bottomed out inside the man, Butcher leans in, blanketing his torso over Ben’s back so that he can whisper directly into the omega’s ear.
“No more hiding your pretty little noises, Princess. I wanna hear every sound you make while I ruin your tight little cunt.” His voice is deep and husky, practically dripping with a desire so palpable that Ben can taste it.
“Daddy…” Ben whispers, as if testing the waters. He hates calling Butcher that name, but what results from it is just too good.
“Fuck, Princess… That’s it, moan for Daddy. Moan for Daddy while he fucks you.” Butcher grunts.
Butcher’s affinity for being called Daddy is not only obvious from his encouragement, but in the way he immediately picks up the pace. No longer satisfied with slow, teasing thrusts, he’s graduated to a nice medium-fast pace that still allows him to bury himself to the knot with each thrust, causing Ben to cry out in pleasure.
The poor omega can hardly take it, having his cunt so blissfully full and thoroughly fucked. He squeezes his pillow for dear life, like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded anymore. Like it’s the only thing preventing him from getting fucked so hard he goes flying off into space.
His mouth hangs wide open like a whore’s, letting out the most sinfully delicious moans Butcher has ever had the absolute pleasure of hearing. Each and every one leaves his cock and knot throbbing.
“Buh…Mmbuhhh…” Ben moans out, finding himself unable to form words anymore. A clear sign he’s been fucked stupid.
“Poor thing… can’t even use your words like a big girl anymore, can you? Aww…” Butcher plants an open-mouthed kiss on Ben’s neck, then a few more. All the while, the hand on the omega’s hip slowly slips down between his legs, joining the wet mess.
Rough fingers find Ben’s clit and begin rubbing in circles, causing him to cry out in broken moans.
“Ah- Ahh- Hahh-!” He can feel the pressure in the pit of his stomach rapidly growing,
Every nerve in Ben’s body feels like a live wire, with jolts of pleasure coursing through him every second like an electric surge. Never in his life has he felt such pure, raw pleasure— nor has he even thought it possible. He had assumed his sexual peak was long behind him, though clearly, he was mistaken.
As Ben finds himself hurling closer and closer to the edge, Butcher begins to speed up his thrusts, being able to sense the omega’s closeness. Most likely thanks to the way the walls of his pussy flutter and clench around his cock.
“You’re close, aintcha Princess? You gonna cum on Daddy’s cock like a good girl?” Butcher whispers into his ear, nipping at his lobe.
The poor omega can only moan and nod in response, head rapidly bouncing up and down like a bobble head doll, spit flicking off his lips and onto the headboard and pillows.
“That’s it, Princess. Cum for Daddy.” This time, Butcher sinks his teeth into Ben’s neck, hard enough to taste the bitter tang of blood on his tongue.
And oh, if that doesn’t send Ben barreling over the edge.
He cums with a broken sob, his eyes rolling all the way back until only the whites are visible, his pussy spasming around Butcher’s cock, and his entire body shaking as his orgasm crashes through him like a tidal wave.
“Fuck—!” Butcher hisses, feeling the already tight cunt around him become even tighter, holding his cock like a vice and practically begging for more. Well, if more is what his omega wants, then it’s more he’ll get.
With one final slam of his hips, Butcher thrusts all the way inside of Ben, knot and all, filling his cunt to the absolute brim in utter ecstasy. Butcher is fairly certain he can feel the tip of his cock kissing the omega’s cervix.
That thought, along with the continued sensation of Ben’s pussy squeezing his cock causes Butcher to tumble over the edge as well, cumming with a loud grunt. He digs his fingernails deep into Ben’s scalp and bites his neck again, breaking the skin once more to release more blood as he releases load after load of hot, thick cum inside the omega’s precious cunt. Butcher can almost picture it in his mind, cumming directly inside of Ben’s uterus, surely impregnating him. It’s a purely pornographic image, but one that keeps him pumping load after load inside the man for a good thirty seconds.
The second their orgasms are over, the two collapse into a messy pile of tangled limbs and stray bodily fluids, panting as they bask in their collective afterglow.
Minutes pass in relative silence, room filled with only the sound of their heavy breathing, before Butcher decides to turn them onto their sides, putting them in a proper spooning position. He opens his mouth to speak, but is cut off as Ben breaks the silence first.
“Y’know… on second thought, maybe this whole… ‘being an omega’ thing isn’t too bad”
Butcher blinks in surprise, with that having been the last thing he expected to come out of Ben’s mouth.
“Yeah? That so?” He’s glad Ben’s back is still facing him, so he can’t see the pleased grin that crosses his face.
“I mean, if this is how you’re planning on fucking me from now on? Yeah, I could get used to this.” Ben lets out a soft sigh of satisfaction, nestling back into Butcher. “Best O of my fuckin’ life.”
Butcher can’t help but chuckle at that. He’ll always love how Ben always says exactly what’s on his mind, even if it can occasionally get on his nerves.
“Happy to hear it, love.” He presses a chaste kiss to Ben’s temple, accidentally smearing a bit of the man’s own blood against it, quickly reminding Butcher of the mess they’ve made.
“…We’re gonna have to do quite some cleaning later.”
“You mean you’re gonna have to do some cleaning. I’m not doing shit.” Ben huffs as he closes his eyes, likely planning on taking a nap.
“And that right there is why you’ve earned yourself the nickname of ‘Princess’.” Butcher rolls his eyes, but doesn’t argue any further. Even though he’s a bit annoyed at the thought of having to clean everything by himself, he does have to admit that Ben has earned some rest. And as a bonus, he gets to hold him while he does so. Truthfully, he can’t complain.
It’s what any alpha would ever want. A beautiful omega in their arms, freshly stuffed full of cum. Butcher can’t help but let one of his hands drift down to Ben’s stomach, rubbing gentle circles around it. Maybe if he’s lucky—
“If you knocked me up, I’m getting it aborted.”
Maybe not.