Boyf riends one shots

jeremys in heat because fuck you

Jeremy clutches his pillow, breathing unsteady. he whines loudly, feeling heat grow between his legs. his face contorts from pain, tears and sweat streaking down his face. hes so fucked. he whines when his phone vibrates, the sound seems to go through his whole body. he shakily grabs his phone and sees Michael contact up. this is literally the worst time for michael to facetime him. he cant just not answer. he sets his phone down and accepts the call, immediately turning his camera off. michaels voice shakes his whole body and he can barely comprehend what hes saying. he takes a deep breath.

"wh-" hes interrupted by michael

"dude what the fuck is goin on with you??? you left like, halfway through the day yesterday and didnt even come today??? whats going on??" michael frantically said into the phone, panicking a little. jeremy melts into the words and snaps back into reality at the realization hes being asked a question.
he lets out a squeak.

"im sick" he states plainly and quickly, afraid he might slip up and break.

"well, weve hung out while you were sick before, im coming over" micheal states bluntly, hanging up before jeremys could panic. jeremy squeaks loudly and jumps up. everything hitting him at once. his crush, who is a beta, is coming over while jeremy is in heat. he is SO fucked.

his vision gets hazy for a moment and he falls back onto the bed, a whimpering mess. his body gets hot and his head fills with thoughts of michael. michael. michael. he lays still, trying to think any coherent thoughts. he manages to stay still for a moment, though it feels like forever. he tries to get up and manage to look decent but his senses are flooded with strong alpha pheromones. he tries to brush it off as just a passing alpha but it smells so familiar. he wants it to smother him and hold him and-

a loud knock shatters his thoughts.

its him. Hes the alpha. he needs him so bad. his brain short circuits. the smell is enough for his body to let out a pulse of slick. he whines loudly, hating the feeling. he had spaced out for a moment, whimpering at the thought of the taller boy. hes interrupted by his door slamming open, he jumps and practically falls off his bed.

"JEREM-

oH" michael pauses. jeremy realizes the state hes in. pant less, crying, leaking slick onto the floor, and hot. oh, so hot. so hot he cant barely think. the idea of michael doing anything makes him whine. he hates being like this. he cant speak. he brings his hands to his face and curls up, trying to find any coherent words to tell the other boy to leave.

"pl-plea-please-" jeremy stutters out, voice high and broken. Michael kneels down next to him, taking a seat. he puts his arms around jeremy. it feels like fire. he can barely focus enough to breath. he hugs back desperately, holding onto the boys hoodie tightly, almost enough to tear it. it was okay for a moment.

more
more
more
please
more

his thoughts were screaming at him to get more but another part just wished this would stop. he might regret it all. before he can finish the though, michael pulls away, studying the others expression. tears are still spilling down jeremys bright pink cheeks.

before either of them could thing, they lean into a desperate kiss it becomes messy quickly. neither of them know what theyre doing, but it feels fan-fucking-tastic. jeremy whines loudly when michaels hand creeps down his back. they pull away, gasping for breath.

( A/N my writers block is the biggest bitch. it gives me beginings of good smut ideas then just goes "lol what? you want finished ideas???" so, this is all yall get. bye -max)