Imagine a post estruspaual (:P) John going into heat again. His heats were done by 51, so he never worried about his alpha son with his immature knot living in the next room. But after a shootout, John is fatally wounded & the only way to save him is for Scott to give him the bite. A couple weeks later, he’s in bed, oozing slick and desperate for cock when he hears Stiles, Scott & Derek enter the house. He wants to flee, but with 3 alphas, his body won’t move. As their steps close, he presents.

cyberrat:

*rolls around* yeeesss. I’ll always be up for that. always. in the middle of the night I’ll jerk awake and be like I NEED JOHN SUDDENLY GOING INTO HEAT AND BEING A NEEDY BITCH ASAP

Especially wolf!John, oh my. He’s so new to everything, totally overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of smells; that thick, warm Alpha smell making his belly clench so hard he forgets how to breathe for a moment.

His hips are so warm and loose, it’s so hard to move onto his belly and get his knees somehow beneath him. His body is so primed and confused, he can’t even say whether it’s pleasure or pain that he’s feeling. He’s just ripping holes into his pillow with his new, little fangs and part of him is frankly shocked and disgusted and tries to tell himself that those are his sons that he wants to mount and knot him; the other part only registers them as Alphas, though.

Young and virile and probably with the biggest, juciest knots. And he can’t help it; needs to show them where he wants them, where he’s hot and silky with slick. Maybe dips his fingers inside to show them how easily he’d open up for their cocks.

(And when they’re frozen to the spot, just staring and not doing anything much, he’d crawl off the bed and towards them, all prowling wolf, eyes glassy but intent; finally close enough to nuzzle his face against their young cocks and get his mouth there until their pants are wet with it.)