𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

sumbission

He's burning up.

Worse than a fever, his monthly heat is here. He's curled up in his radio tower, panting as he scrambles to turn off his broadcast. How inconvenient, he'll have to think of an excuse when his mind isn't melting. His stomach churns, the hollowness inside growing like the fire in his veins. It sears his skin from the inside, his sweat making it sting. He fumbles with his clothes until he's down to nothing but his button-up and stumbles up using his desk for support. The pit in his stomach has grown, sinking him back down onto his chair. Slick sticks between his legs, making him cringe as his hand slowly separates them. He can feel tears welling up, he is quick to wipe them away, only for them to appear again.

He hates having to do this.

His fingers dig inside of him, poking and prodding for the spot he can never reach. He's read about it, he knows his heat will go away faster if he can just stimulate it, but no matter how far he pushes his fingers up he can't tap it. He gives up when his hand is coated in his slick, gagging from his scent. It's too strong, too sickeningly sweet. How annoying. The burning has died down to a simmer inside of him, stomach aching from the emptiness that he refuses to fill. He rummages through his drawer for suppressants knowing they won't work, they never have. He can have an entire bottle and all it'll do is slow his slick production. He's so sick of constantly leaking, even now he's soaked from the waist down.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

" Fuck ," he curses under his breath. His voice is whiny, "Give me a moment!"

Lucifer is outside his door, arms crossed and grimacing. Whatever Alastor's doing is making the hotel reek of pheromones. He's been trying to ignore it for hours but it's no use, his sense keep dragging him to the radio tower even when he tells his body to turn away. Alastor's in a rut, or maybe he has an omega over- that has to be it, the smell is too sweet to be an Alphas. Ok just you wait asecond what if he's an o- he stops himself from thinking that. Someone like Alastor wouldnt be an omega. Lucifer has given him more than a moment to get himself- or them, together, he twists the knob and steps inside. He freezes when he sees Alastor' his scent slapping him in the crotch. There he is, doe-eyes wide and hands shaky as they hold his shirt down. Has he always been this...small? He doesn't look as tall with his ears pinned down, his shoulders are tiny. The biggest thing on him are those thighs...they look soft...

"S-Stop staring and get out!" Alastor can't steady his voice or his hands, "Go!"

"And leave you like this?" Lucifer closes the door behind him, locking it. " You're the one making the hotel reek, unbelievable."

"N-No, I'm not...I'm not..." His eyes well with tears, how embarrassing. He jerks his head away, lips pursed. Lucifer knows now, out of everyone, him . He'll tell everyone, he knows he will.

"Oh, Omega , don't cry." Lucifer coos, knowing he should leave but he can't, his body isn't listening to him. His hands cup Alastor's face, wiping his tears. " Shh , it's okay, it hurts doesn't it?"

Alastor nods, nuzzling his hands. They're cool, soothing his burning face as it dries. Lucifer's thumb brushes past his bottom lip, sending chills down his spine. He looks up at Lucifer with hazy ruby eyes, mind reeling with sinful thoughts. He smells...good. Is it his cologne or his pheromones? Doesn't matter, it's comforting. Lucifer has to stop himself from leaning in, sucking those supple lips- dammit, think with the head on your shoulders not the one between your legs. If any other Alpha had gotten even a whiff of Alastor they'd probably have him pinned down, thankfully Lucifer has more self-control than most. His breath hitches when Alastor lays his head on his shoulder, his hands clenching Lucifer's shirt as a sharp cramp hits his stomach. He whimpers, sniffling quietly and hiding his face in the crook of Lucifer's neck, desperate for any touch he can get. A purr slips from his lips when Lucifer massages circles in his back, followed by a gasp when Lucifer's hand slides lower. His self-control is wearing thin, Alastor's too close, dripping his slick onto him and teasing him with those sweet little sounds. His tail is wagging from every touch, tempting Lucifer to run his fingers through it. He glances at Al, biting his lip when he sees him staring back with those lustful eyes.