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It's been a week since the nerds and Steph played a prank on Max. It was supposed to scare him into being a better person. But it failed successfully, somehow. He didn't get so scared he realized his mistakes. He was… so touched and honored they cared about him enough to pull a prank that he agreed to be nice. How the fuck that happened no one knows other than Max. But now something even crazier happens.
“Hey nerds!” Max shouts from the doorway, taking the group of five off guard.
“What do you want, Max?” Pete asks cautiously.
All of them have been on edge. Richie admits that Max is being much nicer, but none of them want to take any chances.
“My dad's out of town and I'm throwing a party for the whole fucking school. Make sure you cum stains are there!” Max runs off, presumably to tell more people about the party.
“Oh my god! We're totally going!” Ruth almost moans out, “A party with everyone? All those naughty school girls getting drunk and just ready to-”
“Jesus Christ Ruth! Calm down! You'll set your monitor off!” Pete interrupts.
“There's no way I'm going. You guys have fun, I'd much rather stay at home and binge One Piece.” Stephanie looks at Richie confused and laughs.
“Again?” Richie's cheeks tint pink but he nods.
“No, we are going! Steph, come on! You agree, right?” Steph nods with a big grin.
“Yeah, we're fucking going. I never miss a party. And this one's gonna be a fucking rager. Brenda throws good parties but when Max actually gets the chance they're always insane.” She laughs and smacks her leg as she continues, “Last time, Brenda and Kyle, right? Max won't let them date or whatever. But last time, Max caught them while Brenda was almost knot deep-”
“Nope! I don't need to hear this!” Richie stands up, face fully flushed now.
He had yet to inform his friends that his heat was supposed to start today. Unlike Pete whose heats are very regular, and Ruth who's never really had a heat before, Richie has them sporadically. Paul says it's something to do with genetics, that he was the same way until he found a mate.
“I'm not going to that party and you can't convince me to!” Pete sighs softly.
“I'm going if Steph is, so you're on your own here Rich.” Richie looks aghast.
He turns to the only person left, Grace, who's been unceremoniously quiet. She takes out her ear buds and tilts her head.
“Hm? Sorry, anytime Max walks into the room I put on a Bible study audio book. What's happening?” Richie groans.
“Max is throwing a party and invited us. I'm the only one not going so you have to not go too!” Grace seems to consider this before shaking her head.
“Sorry, Richard. I'm going too. It's a perfect time to convince people to cancel homecoming. With everyone there it'll be easy I'm sure!” Richie flops in his chair and sighs.
“Richieeeeeee!” Ruth giggles, pulling him into a forceful hug, “If you go I'll buy you that figurine you wantedddd!”
“Okay I'll go!” He shouts with a little too much excitement, his voice cracking.
“How much was that one again, Rich?” He smirks evilly.
He's not gonna let her off the hook that easily.
“300 bucks. Or you could get it with a coupon, at $250.” Ruth shrugs and they shake on it.
“Worth it to finally go to a party!” They all agree to meet up at Richie's house for Peter to drive them, he's the only one with a license after all.
They all go home and Richie is generally excited, even if he is also terrified. A lot of the students at Hatchetfield high are alphas, just showing their cool kid privilege off even more. He's terrified that they'll be able to smell his heat coming. Steph and Grace have never had an issue with it before. Steph says it's because she's a sapiosexual and apparently Richie is too dumb for her. Grace just says the only one who will tempt her is Jesus, which we all know is a lie. She isn't exactly subtle when staring at Max while he works out.
Ruth is actually the only one of the group who's had an issue with the smell of Richies heat, but that's more because of her sensory issues than anything. She's been labeled as a beta by the cool kids, but that's because they don't know about the sheer amount of heat blockers she's on. Ruth has a genetic condition that causes her heats to be unbearable, her doctor literally has to sedate her during heat time because otherwise she would be pregnant with pups within a day. She's legitimately not able to control it and its painful. She has a monitor on her arm to track her hormones and if it spikes too high it delivers a sedative into her bloodstream. She also takes heat suppressants on top of that to manage. Why she was allowed to go to a party is beyond Richies knowledge.
Richie gets home and his uncle Paul is still at work. He shrugs it off to get changed. He needs to wear something comfortable but thick so no one can smell him. He puts on some baggy cargo shorts. Then, as usual, he puts on four different top layers. A thin shirt as a base, a sweater above that, another shirt this time with a big photo of Hatusne Miku on it, then a flannel over that. He nods as he sees himself in the mirror. This is a good outfit, he thinks, oblivious to it being garbage.
Richie is ripped from his thoughts by a familiar car horn outside. Everyone else must be outside and ready to go. He grabs his wallet and races out of the house, locking the door. Standing outside Pete's minivan is Ruth and Grace. Grace was wearing a modest blue dress, with the same tennis shoes she always wears. Her hair was curled at the ends and her butterfly clips replaced with pink bows. Ruth was… the polar opposite. She was wearing what can only be described as a softcore dominatrix. She had black, knee high platform boots that still barely did a dent in the height difference between them. She had deep red and skin tight booty shorts on with a crop top of some metal band. The only thing ruining the outfit was her headgear sticking out.
“Why are you wearing that? We all know you don't need it, why not make tonight the day you stop for good?” Richie asks with a huff.
“Because! Then I won't have anything keeping the ladies off me!” Everyone snorts and laughs but Ruth ignores it.
“I tried to tell her to dress a bit more modestly, but apparently this isn't that kind of party.” Grace pouts, but Ruth is quick to argue.
Pete was sitting in the driver's seat in the same outfit he went to school in, and Steph fared no better. It was a different but all too similar outfit. Richie felt both under and over dressed. They piled into Peter's van and are on their way to the monster's house.
Though, house is the understatement of the fucking century. It's closer to a castle, perched upon a hill making it feel almost untouchable. Richie feels like that's familiar to him but can't quite place how.
“Alright guys. Now everyone just be cool. This is your first party but try not to make it too obvious… Ruth, I'm talking to you.” Ruth tries to complain at Steph's words but we all know it's true.
The van makes the long trek up the hill and finally it's parked. There are people everywhere, some strewn about the estate making out, others sitting on chairs and stargazing. The nerds and Steph get out of the car and Pete locks it, terrified that Ted will kill him if someone steals it.
“It's only 10pm, so everyone keep an eye on the time. I have to be home by 2am or Ted will lock me out. If you're not back here by 1:30 I'm leaving your sorry asses.” Pete sighs before Steph grabs his hand and they walk happily into the party.
“Wait, we're all just splitting up?” Richie asks nervously.
He needed them with him in case his heat started, he can't handle this.
“Sorry Rich! But I need to go see everyone!” Ruth runs off, Grace nervously follows.
“Sorry Richard, I refuse to be bested by this sinful display.” Richie is left alone by the van.
“Great. They force me here and don't even wanna hang out.” Richie walks in begrudgingly, already getting overwhelmed by the sounds and smells.
He makes his way through the crowd and stumbles into the kitchen. Now, Richie was no bitch, he's had a beer or two before with Paul and Emma, but he's by no means a drinker. It runs in the family to have barely half a beer and be wasted. So imagine his horror when he grabs a water bottle and it's full of vodka. He spits it out and coughs at the burn.
“Damn, scrawny calm down!” Richie looks up to see Brenda and Kyle in front of him.
“S-Sorry I just- I wasn't expecting this to be fucking vodka.” Kyle just laughs and squeezes Brenda's side lovingly.
“Bren thought it was a good idea! Helps people get fucked up quicker!” Kyle hits Richie's shoulder in an act of play. But it is probably just gonna leave a bruise.
“Enjoy the party, nerd! Kyle, wanna go find a closet or-”
Richie mindfully ignores the rest of the question, walking away. He spots a staircase and figures there'll be less people up there. And he's right to an extent. It's still packed tight but not nearly as bad as the first floor. Richie sees a second set of stairs and ascends them. This floor had significantly less people. The heavy smell of weed filling it. Ah, this is where all the stoners are. He thinks to himself. He makes his way through the smoky corridors, trying not to trip over anyone sitting on the floor. He can't stand the smell any longer and dips into the first door he sees.
It seemed to be a bedroom, poorly decorated. Now that he thinks about it, none of the house had decorations. No photos, posters, not even some basic wall art saying “live, laugh, love”. The only thing Richie had seen was a huge painting of the Jägerman family. Richie takes a seat on the bed and a shiver goes up his spine. The smell of weed and booze is gone, the only thing filling Richies nose is a musty smell of applewood and cinnamon. Richie clenches his thighs together as he lays onto the bed, breathing in the smell like it's healing him.
“F-Fuck…” Richie mumbles, the feeling of his cock pressing against his boxers breaking him from the smell.
“Shit- Shit no I need to leave.” When he tries to stand up his legs feel like jelly, giving out and causing him to fall back into the bed.
His heat was coming on fast, and if he didn't leave this room he would be stuck here for god knows how long. He desperately tries to pull his phone from his pockets but realizes he left it in the van. He groans and whines, slick starting to stain his boxers, he can feel it.
“T-Think Richie… focus on anything else. Foc-Focus on how shitty this party is. How your friends ditched you!” His legs quiver as the smell grows stronger.
His heat is happening and he can't stop it. He prays that nobody uses this room regularly, that he can stay and let it pass for today, just for today. When Pete sees his phone in the van he'll come looking for Richie. Without realizing it, Richie had started humping into the bed, his face deep in the sheets. The smell is so strong, so thick. It's clearly from an alpha, and a strong one at that. Richie runs a hand down to his crotch and can feel how sticky his shorts have gotten, a dark, wet patch growing.
He whines, desperately pulling his shorts and boxers off. His small cock throbbing with need as he tries to alleviate any of the pressure. He touches and strokes his cock but he knows it won't be enough. He needs to be filled, stuffed full until he's screaming. He covers his fingers in slick and desperately tries to fill himself with them, but his hands are too slight and don't help at all. At this point he's almost sobbing, whimpering and moaning in frustration. He's so deep into the sheets he doesn't even notice someone entering the room until he hears them chuckle.
“Seems someone should have stayed home.” An all too familiar voice says.
Richie looks up in shock, but is returned with just as much shock.
“S-Shitlipz!?” It's clear Max had no idea who was half naked in his bed until this moment.
Richie starts to cry at the sight of the alpha. He doesn't know if he wants to be rushed home, die of embarrassment, or beg the Alpha to breed him until he's unconscious. He goes for a secret fourth option, which is to pretend Max isn't there. He hides his face deeper into the pillows and sheets, desperately trying to fuck himself with his all too small hands.
“F-Fuck… P-Please no I can't… S-Smells so good-” Richie is cut off by a low growl.
“Getting your filthy slick all over my sheets, Shitlipz, I just had those cleaned.” Max huffs and Richie finally notices something.
The smell has gotten so much stronger since Max walked in. Have I been jerking it to Max's smell!? Richie screams in his head.
Richie wants to get up and beg for forgiveness, plead with Max to just take him home and not beat his ass. But all of that is thrown out of the window when Richie sees Max's hard on, begging to be released from jeans prison.
“M-Max please I- Fuck! Fuck, Max please I-I need help!” Richie whines.
Max smirks. It's not the smirk Richie is used to when he's about to get beat up, but a sickeningly sweet smirk.
“Yeah? You need help?” Richie nods and whimpers, “Show me. Show me what you need, Shitlipz.”
Richie feels like he could die right then. Despite his embarrassment he slowly opens his legs to show Max his pathetic cock and sloppy cunt.
“N-Need to be full please I-I don't know what to do please…” Richie wasn't lying, he is still a virgin.
Sure he's managed his heats in the past with toys and suppressants, but the most he's ever done with another person is kissing Ruth during a game of truth or dare in middle school. Richie wish he could make out what Max was thinking, wish he could see if Max was tempted to leave him here as torture.
“Fucking pathetic.” Max mumbles out before starting to take off his shirt, “Fine Shitlipz, I'll help you out but you owe me one. Next time I need help with something you better be there, got it?” Richie didn't even think about it, just nodded and whimpered desperately.
Richie is taken aback when Max starts to take his many layers off.
“Can't fucking stand all these layers, always pissed me off.” He mumbles, licking his lips when he finally gets down to skin.
Richie was now fully naked in Max's bed, he could still hear the party raging on the floors beneath them, but all he could focus on was Max's abs. His cunt drips more slick as he whimpers.
“Like what you see, nerd?” Max presses his still covered cock against Richies hole and the omega mewls with a nod.
Max just laughs at him, taking his pants off and slowly removing his boxers. His hard dick springs out and Richie feels his stomach churning just at the sight. There's no way it'll fit! He thinks but dare not utter. One wrong word and Max will leave him here, naked and desperate. Max slaps his cock next to Richies.
“Fucking pathetic, Shitlipz. Can you even call that a dick? It's more like a clit at this point.” Richie tries to argue but can't get the words out past his heavy breathing.
Richie was shocked at how much the words affected him. Must be all hormones, he thinks. Must be. Couldn't possibly be because Richie was getting off on being insulted.
Max wasted no time in teasing Richie more, poking just the tip at his leaky cunt and groaning.
“Damn…” Max growled out low and gravelly, “Gonna stretch you out so well, shape your body to my cock.” Richie moaned and pleaded.
“P-Please Max! Need it, need it so-so bad! Please Max- Alpha please!” Max's eyes went wide and his smirk even wider.
“Yeah? Need Alphas cock, pathetic bitch?” Richie let out a sob and nodded.
“Fine, I'll give you what you want, Richie.” The use of his actual name followed by the sudden thrust into him sent Richie over the edge.
He didn't think he could cum that easily, his tiny cock squirting a pitiful amount of cum onto his belly. But one orgasm wasn't enough. As much as he thinks he'll regret it later, he needs Max right now. Max grunts and groans, leaning down to look at Richie.
“Not even half way in yet, Richie. And you're already fucking creaming. Fucking nerd, this is your first cock huh?” Richie nods, whining as Max bends his legs up to get a better angle.
He teases Richie by pulling out and pushing back in slowly, his cunt throbbing from the unfamiliar stretch. But neither of them care, it felt too good. Max pants and decides he can't take it anymore, forcing his cock in till the base. Well, almost the base, his engorged knot resting comfortably outside. They stay like that for a moment, panting and moaning before Max smirks.
“Look at that…” he presses a hand on Richies abdomen and the smaller boy jolts, “You're so small you can see my cock all the way in your guts.” Richie whimpers and whines.
“P-Please alpha I can't-I can't take this.” Richie manages to stutter out.
“Oh don't worry baby, your alpha will take good care of you.” Richie feels like he could cum just from the words
Max leans down to speak softly into the omegas ear, “Gonna make you my bitch, Shitlipz.” Followed by a harsh thrust forward.
Richies vision goes blurry as Max starts pounding into him at inhuman speeds. All the while Max is laughing and teasing Richie for the noises the boy is making.
“You sound so pretty for me, omega. Gonna fuck you full until you're screaming, you want that don't you?” Richie moans loudly, nodding, “Say it, bitch.”
“I-I want you to fill me, Max! P-Please please please I need your knot!”
“There's my good boy, fuck you're so pretty.” Max starts to bite at Richies shoulders and neck, groping his chest like it was the softest pair of tits Max has ever felt.
Richie sees stars. His hands and dildos will never compare to this, no one could ever compare to this. The painfully nice stretch of his cunt, the bump in his stomach just from Max's size, the few but loud sounds of pleasure coming from Max. Nothing could ever beat this.
“A-Alpha alpha! Need your knot please please-”
“I know baby, I'll give it to you.” Max grips Richies hips tightly, his fingers melting into the softness.
In one smooth motion Richie is on his stomach, Max's cock reaching even deeper into his cunt and threatening to break him. Richie is screaming, his vision is blackening but he can't pass out yet. He can't miss a single second of this. Max's chest is pressed against Richies back, moaning and grunting into his ear.
“Fuck R-Richie… I can't fucking take it anymore.” Richie just nods, incapable of doing anything but sticking his tongue out like a filthy mutt.
Max's hips stutter and with an even more painful stretch his knot has broken into Richie. Max groans loudly, an inhuman amount of cum starting to shoot into Richies poor, abused cunt. Richie cums hard, harder than he ever has before. He can feel his abdomen expanding, the cum stretching it taught. He thinks things will calm down now that he's been bred, when he feels Max licking and rubbing on the back of his neck.
“M-Max what are you-”
“Shut up! Need to make sure no one dares to fucking touch you…” Richie struggles to pull away even a little but it's too late, Max's teeth have sunk into the spot, breaking the skin.
Richie tries to hide it but his body betrays him, spasming into another orgasm as he lets out a silent moan. He can't deny how badly he wanted to be marked and claimed. He thought about it almost every day. He just never thought that Max Jägerman would be the one to do it. Up until now he never even considered that Max would agree to something like this. Max bites and sucks on Richies neck like it was the best thing he's ever tasted and Richie was a whimpering wreck.
“M-Max please I-”
Max growled low and deep, it would have been almost inaudible if not for the rumble that it sent through Richie's body. Max rolled his hips into Richies and the smaller boy stuttered out a moan. He could feel how big Max's knot still was, they weren't going to be separated for a while.
Unlike Max, who seems to still be lost in nutting heaven, Richie is deep into post nut clarity. He's starting to panic, thinking about all the implications this'll bring. For one, Paul is expecting him home soon. Secondly, why the fuck did Maxwell Jägerman claim him!? This had to be some sick joke, Richie could not think of a single reason why Max would do that other than to bully him or he did it in a haze of hormones. Max finally eases up on Richies neck, licking at the blood that bubbles up.
“Fuck… You did so well for me, Richie… My omega.” Max purrs out sweetly.
Richie's heart hurts at the words, he knows it won't last. He knows that Max is just here to get off. Richie is in heat and was probably the easiest lay Max could get tonight. That's the only explanation. And now Richie has a claim mark that he'll have to explain away to the others and Paul, and it means nothing. He knows that he'll be okay to go home now that his heat has been fulfilled. Not only will he have to explain the mating mark but he'll have to go through so much to make sure he doesn't get pregnant. His eyes start to well with tears and he tries to force them down. If Max sees him crying it'll only make everything worse.
“Okay… I think my knots gone down enough. Let me…” Max starts to slowly pull out of the omega, who chokes back any moans.
Once Max is fully out and his cum is dripping down Richies legs, the smaller boy wobbly stands up and starts to pull on his clothes. Max looks confused but doesn't say anything.
“What time is it?” Richie asks shakily, trying not to let his voice crack.
Max checks his phone quickly, “1:15, why?” Richie tries to ignore the cum running down his legs.
“Pete is gonna leave me here if I don't leave right now.” As Richie goes to walk away Max grabs his wrist softly, softer than Richie thought was possible.
“You don't need to rush, I can drive you home.” Richie can only scoff in return.
“You're drunk, you can't drive.”
“No, I didn't drink at all tonight. If I got wasted I wouldn't be a good host.” Richie is shocked but ignores it.
“But this is your party, you can't just leave and-”
“Richie, I've been here fucking you for over an hour and no one's even noticed. I don't think they'll care.” His face flushes but he can't deny that.
He wants to just go with Pete and the others, staying with Max will just hurt more. But if the losers and Steph see him they'll know something happened.
“F-Fine. But can I at least take a shower before you take me home?” Max nods and shows him to the bathroom connected to his bedroom.
“Take your time, shitlipz, we both know you need it.” Max smirks, smacking Richies ass before going to clean up the bed.
Richie feels disgusting. Did he enjoy himself? Absolutely. He loved every fucking second and he wants nothing more than to go brag to his friends about Max Jägerman claiming him. But he knows better than that. He knows Max doesn't actually like him. Richie doesn't regret a single thing but he still feels terrible.
Richie gets out of what clothes he managed to put on and gets in the shower. His heat has been satisfied and he won't have to worry about it for a while, but he still feels a bit off. If he had stayed home he would have been stuck in bed for the whole weekend, maybe even Monday if he wasn't lucky. He sits on the floor of the tub, opening his legs wide to try and force Max's cum out of him. As much as he wanted to be bred he knows he can't get pregnant right now.
He doesn't like me.
Richie watches the cum leak out of him.
He doesn't like me.
Richie feels the ache of his body, seeing all the hickeys and hand marks.
He doesn't like me.
Richie's neck throbs from the claiming bite.
He doesn't like me… right?
He shakes the thought from his head, washing his body and hair of sweat before getting out and putting on his clothes. His boxers are still damp with slick from earlier. He leaves the bathroom and sees Max fully dressed sitting on the bed.
“All done? Ready to go?” Max smiled.
Not a smile that Richie is used to. He couldn't see any malice behind it at all. He nods to the larger boy and they make their way out of his room. There's still people throughout the house, most of them seem too wasted to leave so they've just passed out.
“You're just gonna let them sleep here?” Richie asks, confused.
“Huh? Yeah! My dad isn't back till Monday so when these fuck nuggets wake up in the morning they'll leave. Plus the housekeeper is chill, he'll clean up for me.” They make it to the driveway and hop into Max's truck.
It was surprisingly clean. Richie would have expected it to be filthy and smelly, but it was pleasant. Richie grips his wallet as Max begins to drive off.
“Why the fuck are you so tense?” Max asks with a laugh.
Richie can't tell if he's being genuine or not.
“I left my phone in Pete's car, I can't tell Paul I'm on my way.” Max tosses his phone at Richie without question.
“If you know his number you can call him. I don't give a shit.” Richie thanks him quietly and puts in Paul's number.
Richie never answers calls from unknown numbers, if it's important they'll leave a message. Paul, on the other hand, answers every call within a few seconds. He hates the ringing but also feels bad sending people right to voice-mail. Just as expected, Paul picks up.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Paul. It's Rich. I left my phone in Pete's car and he fucking left me at the party. So I'm catching a ride from someone, I'll be home in like 10 minutes.” Paul yawns and groans on the other end.
“Alright kid. As long as you're not hitchhiking. See ya in 10.” Paul hangs up and Richie sets Max's phone down
“Who's Paul?” Max asks, eyes not leaving from the road.
“My uncle. My parents left me with Paul as a baby. Never even met my parents.” Max chuckles and sighs.
“I wish my parents left me with someone…” He mumbles.
Richie thinks he wasn't supposed to hear that so he decides to ignore it. They sit in mild silence, the only sound being the buzzing of the car flying down the street. Richie absentmindedly starts to rub at the bite on the back of his neck. He really would be happy about it if he wasn't so sure Max had ulterior motives. He sighs as the truck stops. He grips his wallet and gets out of the car.
“Thanks for the ride… See you on Monday.” Richie refuses to make eye contact, shifting on his feet uncomfortably.
“Don't mention it. But you owe me a favor for tonight and don't you forget it, Shitlipz.” The words sting, even if the smile on Max's face seems genuine.
Richie doesn't even give a response. He just walks into his house and passes out on his bed.