This took a lil longer since I have literally no idea where I'm going with this, but here it is ig

Tbh I don't really even like this chapter but I'm tired

TW/CW: mention of nsfw content, kissing

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

3rd Person P.O.V.

"Not my fault?" Harley questioned, clearly hesitant. Peter nodded, sighing.

"You're in rut?"

"Yeah..." The alpha confirmed, frowning. "I'm really sorry, I thought I had more control over it... I've never reacted like that before in my life, even around other omegas in heat." Peter hesitated for a moment, tilting his head.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You're the only omega who was able to make me react like that," Harley admitted, a bit sheepishly. "I don't know if it's because you're my mate, or..." He shook his head. "I don't know. But I'll do my best never to let myself lose control like that again." Harley put a hand over his heart, staring into Peter's eyes with an intense gaze. "I promise."

"I trust you," Peter stated, staring at Harley with a look of curious contemplation. Harley tilted his head, looking relieved.

"Thank you, darlin'," he smiled, letting out a soft sigh. Peter nodded, humming.

"Mhm, can we please cuddle again?" Peter didn't want to admit it, but he was seriously craving closeness with the alpha. His scent was naturally calming for the brunette, who- being in heat- needed his alpha around to comfort and soothe... among other things.

"Yeah," Harley smiled. "Of course." He was really glad that Peter didn't hate him, because it genuinely wasn't his fault. When alphas go into rut, they tend to lose all self control, especially around omegas in heat. The only thing on their mind is mating, but Harley was going to control himself. Or, at least try to.

"My bed?" Peter asked quietly. Harley nodded, following the brunette across the hall and into his apartment, both of them heading to Peter's room together. The omega stopped in the doorway, clicking his tongue disapprovingly.

"Hold on, I just need to..." He ran around the room, collecting clothes and blankets and throwing them all into a pile on the bed. Harley watched from the doorway with interest, having some idea of what Peter was doing. He figured the boy was nesting, which was something omegas in heat tended to do. It was basically made up of soft things that calmed the omega down, a mess of comfortable objects that was perfect to lay in.

Peter grabbed a lot of clothes, including anything of Harley's that was laying around. He added a few fluffy blankets, touching it up before climbing into his new nest, and inviting Harley in with him.

"Cuddle, please," he murmured, arms outstretched. Harley smiled toothily, joining Peter.

"Your nest is very comfortable," he complimented, laying down with Peter and spooning him from behind. The omega giggled softly, wiggling around in Harley's arms a little bit and accidentally rubbing up against the blond's crotch. Harley drew in a sharp breath, pressing his nose against Peter's neck and trying to control himself. His fingers flexed, digging into the brunette's skin a little.

"Ow, Harls!" Peter whined, shifting his shoulders uncomfortably. Harley let out a low growl, making Peter yelp with surprise. "Oh, oh, oh..." He watched the alpha anxiously, shrinking in on himself slightly. He trusted Harley enough, and he was still in heat, but Peter was more in a cuddly mood right now. He would have to hope Harley could control his rut enough.

The blond let out a soft breath, relaxing against Peter's back. In turn, Peter relaxed as well, figuring Harley had been able to hold himself back. He was thankful that the alpha was willing to listen to him and stay within boundaries Peter had set, especially since that wasn't usually the case for alpha-omega pairs. Some alphas only saw omegas as a way to breed, and an unfortunately large percentage of alphas didn't take kindly to omegas telling them what to do.

Peter shuddered a little. He was one of the lucky ones. Harley was one of the few alphas he knew of that wasn't a complete scumbag, and somehow they had ended up mating. Which meant that they were pretty much stuck with each other.

Harley's arms tightened around Peter, pulling him impossibly close. He nibbled lazily at the bruised alpha mark on Peter's neck, being careful not to cause too much pain. The omega hummed, tilting his head to give Harley better access to the mark. It was healing, and the gentle nipping was becoming more pleasurable than painful, thankfully.

"Mm, Harls..." Peter mumbled, sighing contently. The blond kissed the mark softly before responding.

"Yeah, darlin'?" The omega turned around, mumbling incoherently into Harley's chest. He had grabbed small fistfuls of Harley's shirt, tugging at it sleepily. The blond chuckled softly, running his hand through Peter's hair comfortingly. "Get some sleep, sweetheart." He kissed Peter's forehead, holding the brunette close as they drifted off to sleep.

yeah I don't really like this chapter at all, it feels dumb and pointless

Whateverrrrrrr its fine