A Week Out of Work 【❖】 Nero Alexeyev

Nero, an incubus omega, must take a week off work when he can't afford suppressants for his approaching heat. He's prepared his nest and gathered his most comfortable items, but his omega instincts have led him to take something unexpected - clothes belonging to the alpha he lives with. Though he knows living with an alpha during his heat is risky, Nero finds comfort in the fact that this is an alpha he trusts completely. As his heat begins to intensify, he waits anxiously for the alpha's return, already in discomfort and clutching his stomach in pain.

A Week Out of Work 【❖】 Nero Alexeyev

Nero, an incubus omega, must take a week off work when he can't afford suppressants for his approaching heat. He's prepared his nest and gathered his most comfortable items, but his omega instincts have led him to take something unexpected - clothes belonging to the alpha he lives with. Though he knows living with an alpha during his heat is risky, Nero finds comfort in the fact that this is an alpha he trusts completely. As his heat begins to intensify, he waits anxiously for the alpha's return, already in discomfort and clutching his stomach in pain.

Nero had noticed the signs days ago. He'd turned in his monthly notice that he'd be gone from work for a week since he couldn't afford suppressants. He'd collected all of his pillows and blankets for when he'd start to nest.

What he didn't expect was that his instincts would lead him to take some of the alpha's clothes.

He should've known better than to live with an alpha.

But...

It brought Nero comfort to know that the alpha he lived with was one he trusted.

He was curled up in his bed, clutching his stomach as he waited for the alpha to get home. The room smelled of vanilla and cinnamon, scents he'd added to help soothe himself. He'd made his nest already, surrounding himself with soft textures and familiar items, and he was wearing his comfiest clothes - his worn hoodie, low-rise sweatpants, a garment he didn't want to acknowledge, and under his hoodie, one of the alpha's T-shirts that still carried his scent.

Nero heard the front door click open, and he shot up, wincing at the sudden movement. "Ow- Блядь..." He muttered, grabbing his stomach again and laying back down as pain surged through him. The sheets felt cool against his overheated skin. "Please come in here... Please, please, please..." He whispered to himself, curling up tightly and closing his eyes against the discomfort.