#omega male

[inkkaycee]

Kaycee so owes him big time for this, though I wonder why she needed the hand? Meet Miko! Little brother to Mina and one of Kaycee’s best friends!

[namujoon9401]

Alpha F!OC x Omega!Hoseok

A/b/o au

He just barely manages to get his keys and open the door to his apartment with how Yunha’s positively devouring him.

The alpha is kissing him so aggressively that it’s honestly a little ridiculous. The scent of bergamot is thick in the room, almost like she’s putting out more of her scent on purpose.

“Yunha,” he huffs between kisses, a giggle bubbling up in his throat. “I'm not going anywhere.”

“You're mine,” she murmurs against the omega’s throat.

Oh.

“Of course I am. What’s gotten into you-” he gasps against her lips, suddenly flustered.

“Didn't like the way that guy was looking at you.”

“What- ah, what guy?”

His head is spinning, she’s kissing him with such vigor that it’s hard to concentrate on the words coming out of her mouth.

“On the train. That guy was definitely checking you out.” She growls, nipping at the hollow of his throat, the spot blooming red.

There had, in fact, been a guy on the train, an older alpha with a receding hairline that was standing behind them on the crowded train. But he hadn’t been leering at Hoseok. Had he?

Ah. So that’s why Yunha had stood behind him.

He's pulled out of his thoughts as she kisses him again, grabbing his shoulders and walking him backwards until she's pushing him against the wall of the entryway.

She kisses him deep, her tongue licking into his mouth. The heat between them is intoxicating.

“Didn't take you to be- the possessive kind.” He pants.

She pulls back, pupils blown wide, her eyes suddenly worried.

“Too much, baby?”

God.

“No, no- its. Good. I like it.”

He tucks his face into her neck, blushing in embarrassment.

“Wanna show everyone I belong to you.” He whispers.

She growls, rough, kissing him deeply. She grips his hips hard, nails digging into soft skin and thumbs rubbing underneath his shirt as he gasps into the kiss.

“Yunha- ah-”

She kisses roughly, with bruising force, teeth nipping at his lips, tongue licking incessantly into his mouth.

Hoseok feels like he’s melting, the sensations overwhelming. It feels a little like he’s a live wire and all of his insulation has been stripped away, one raw nerve.

Kissing her feels so fucking good. He’s desperate for it, licking into her mouth like she’s the only water in the desert for miles and he’s dying of thirst.

And, god, she smells like- like desire and arousal and… dominance. Hoseok has the urge to just submit to the alpha, his instincts making him pliant and submissive in response to her pheromones.

If he wasn’t drunk on her scent before, well. He certainly is now.

She shoves a knee between his legs, savoring his responding gasp and whimper. He grinds down onto her thigh, mouth agape at the sparking pleasure that shoots up his spine, pooling low in his belly.

“Fuck! Yunha…”

She manhandles him to the couch and immediately pins him down, kissing him deep, all the while her chest rumbles in a pleased growl. His arms come up to wrap around her neck as they kiss hungrily.

“My pretty baby,” she rumbles. “Want me to mark you up? So you can show everyone how you belong to me, hm?”

“Yes- ah- want that…” Hoseok squirms, back arching and mouth open in a silent moan as she presses her knee up into him, hands skimming under his shirt, long nails scratching lightly at the soft skin.

She resumes her attack on his neck, biting and sucking marks in the delicate skin.

Hoseok feels dazed. He tilts his jaw up with a soft sigh as the alpha sucks red marks into his neck.

He’s still grinding on her, he realizes with a start. The hot trickle of pleasure licking its way up his spine hadn’t stopped after they moved to the couch, and now his hips are making pathetic little circles on her thigh.

Yunha hikes his shirt up, suddenly, bunching the fabric up to his armpits.

She lowers her mouth to his chest and he squeaks as she laves her tongue over smooth skin.

He knows he’s probably flushed pink down to his chest, but that doesn’t make the involuntary sound any less embarrassing.

He covers his face with his hands, flushing an even deeper crimson. If that’s even possible.

She pauses to move his hands away. Her eyes are dark, but soften as she sees the embarrassment written all over his face.

“Dont hide, baby. Wanna see you.” She smiles softly at him.

He just whines, looking away.

He gets so shy sometimes, feels self-conscious about his body, his lack of experience. It makes him feel inadequate, like he’s lesser somehow.

Hoseok does his best to dismiss those thoughts, and Yunha’s endless praises do help some, but.

It's hard.

she senses the shift in his mood and stops her ministrations, smoothing out his hair. He leans into her touch.

“Hey. You with me?”

“M’ sorry. I just-”

Horrifyingly, he realizes there’s tears welling up in his eyes and-

“Shit.”

He hides his face in his hands again and turns away as he sniffles.

“I’m sorry, I dunno- why I’m crying, this is s-so stupid-”

“Baby…”

She pulls him into a hug, burying her nose in his shoulder.

She doesn’t pressure him into talking about it, just lets him cry while silently supporting him.

“It’s just… I feel so insecure next to- to you, ‘cause you’re so pretty and-and I'm just-” he gestures at himself, his skinny body and average face.

He sniffles wetly. “A-and we were doing so good and- now I’ve ruined the mood.”

“Hoseokie… I know you don’t believe me when I say you’re beautiful but trust me. You are.”

She strokes his hair soothingly.

“And you didn’t ruin anything.”

The tears have stopped by now, but he's left red-faced, swollen and congested and gross.

“And I love you no matter what.”

“I love you too.” He wipes his tears, wraps his arms around her neck.

Her tone turns teasing.

“Does the baby need some emotional support cuddles?”

“Yes please.” He has no shame in asking, still soft and vulnerable.

Yunha laughs softly.

The omega snuffles into her neck as she carries him to her bed.

He takes a whiff of her pillow while she steps out to the bathroom to get ready for bed. The scent of bergamot and fresh linens fills his nose. He sighs.

He moves the pillows, some strangely innate urge prompting him to ruffle the sheets a little bit. Then he does it some more. He pulls the duvet so that its bunched up at the head of the bed-

He’s nesting, he realizes with a start.

He blinks.

When was the last time he felt comfortable enough to do this in someone else’s bed?

“Getting comfy?” she says from the doorway, leaning against the wall.

Hoseok blushes, looking away.

“It’s embarrassing.”

“No it's not. It’s perfectly natural.” She smiles softly.

“Look at you. Making a nest of my bed.” She coos, climbing in, giving the omega a soft kiss on the cheek.

Hoseok just buries his face in his hands.

She cups his face.

“You're so precious, babe.” She chuckles softly.

He just whines.

They snuggle for a bit, exchanging soft kisses. She wraps her arms around his waist and he slowly dozes off, feeling truly loved for the first time in a long time.

••••••••••

The next morning is. Eventful.

Hoseok wakes to the alpha snuffling in his neck. Her cold nose jolts him more awake and he huffs. She yawns, sleepily blinking up at him.

“Mornin’.” Her voice is raspy and Hoseok can't deny that it's kinda hot and their legs are tangled together, and her arms are wrapped around his waist and her soft chest is pressed against his back and he has to actively resist the urge to reach down and-

Wait. What?

The realization that his dick is hard comes down on him like a bucket of ice water.

He squirms, trying to get away, to do literally anything to put physical space between them.

Of course all this does is make things more awkward.

She pulls him in closer, sniffing at his hair. He panics slightly, eyes wide, forgetting that of course she can smell you freaking out, idiot, you’re so stupid-

“You okay?” Her voice is still raspy, deeper than usual, and-

God.

She can smell you getting turned on, too. Dumbass. “I'm sorry!”

“No no, this is good we can work with this.”

What.

She flips him over, pinning him down, grinning wide and he is suddenly overwhelmed with the surge of feeling in his chest.

He kisses her softly, suddenly feeling tender and loving for some reason.

Clearly she has other plans.

The alpha quickly deepens the kiss, licking into his mouth incessantly, like its the last thing she’ll ever do.

He hums into the kiss. He feels a bit lightheaded but he doesn’t care, he just savors the kiss, the taste of her lips, the memory of her tongue.

He kisses back, suddenly hungry for it, every press of her mouth and stroke of her tongue. He’s desperate, grabs at her shoulders and jaw and kisses her like he’s dying.

She breaks the kiss to climb on top of his lap, the heat from her skin suddenly burning through the thin layer of her pajamas and sending sparks of pleasure down his spine at every grind of delicious friction.

He pants into her mouth, moaning low every time her hips drag against his. He pants, licking into her mouth, desperate and needy.

Her eyes are dark with desire, lidded and glittering and looking like she wants to devour him.

“Can feel how much you want me, hm? You're so needy, baby. It's adorable.” She chuckles dangerously, not stopping her slow grind.

He gasps as she wedges a knee between his legs, pulling him into a more intense grind. The pleasure is white-hot, sparking the liquid fire pooling low in his belly.

She strokes at his hair.

“Please…” he whines, mouthing at her lips, the underside of her jaw, nuzzling into the decadent scent at her neck, all juicy bergamot and fresh laundry.

His mouth waters, opening his mouth to lap needily at the scent gland at the side of Yunha’s neck, whining softly.

“Shit, Hoseok-” she curses, growling low in her chest.

Her hand comes up to his neck, forcing his head to the side so she can sink her teeth into the tender flesh right below his scent gland, mere inches away from what would have been a mating bite.

“Fuck-” the bite feels way too good, it’s so much all once and it makes the omega dizzy, drunk on the scent of her desire.

[mpreg-nouveau]

Paternity photo time!

Some alpha female/omega male art of some OCS of mine

[wanderoyy]

AITA OMEGAVERSE

AITA for not letting anyone except my alpha and myself hold our newborn baby?

My alpha (27MA) and myself (24MO) just had a beautiful baby girl three weeks ago. We did not disclose the pregnancy to anyone until after the birth, and held a small party for our family and friends so they could meet her.

My alpha made it very clear to them that they could not hold the baby, but people still came up to me and became borderline aggressive because I wouldn't let them hold/ feed her. My sister (25FA) tried to take my daughter from me, and I (admittedly) got very upset. Now my extended family is contacting me and calling me very mean names, and accusing me of being rude. I'm still coming off my pregnancy hormones, and I only really feel at ease with my alpha right now. I genuinely think I'd have a breakdown if anyone besides him tried to take my daughter from me.

Am I the asshole here?

[huntress-den]

Having a pretty Omega on my lap, purring and nuzzling my neck while I ignore them to watch some 20th century show. Begging for my attention and for affection. Knowing I'm choosing to dismiss their cries until they just can't help but whine and whimper and start getting impatient, tugging at me and kissing me wherever they can manage, just trying to get any sort of reaction. Stopping only when I tug at their hair and graze their neck with my teeth and dig my nails on their hips. Whispering in their ear that if they want attention so bad they better handle it til I'm satisfied.

A concept™.

[theblueflower05]

Since posting my Omega!Neteyam, Omega!Lo’ak and my teensy tiny Omega!Jake ficlet I’ve had tons of asks and messages with people who are curious about the dynamic.

What does an Alpha!Female and Omega!Male look like?

Does it mean the female is masculine and the male is feminized?

And my answer is no. Not inherently.

I mean I’m sure it exists, the same way that it does in the real world. People are people and we all fall on a spectrum of both “masculinity” and “femininity”

But for my story, in my opinion, in my little escapism world that I’ve had a ball writing that just isn’t the case.

So I thought it’d be fun to think about some parings from other fandoms that I think portray the Alpha!Female x Omega!Male tropes

Below you’ll find a list, in no particular order, of couples that in my head are Alpha!Fem & Omega!Male:

Daphne Blake and Fred Jones- Scooby Doo

Padme Amidala and Anakin Skywalker- Star Wars

Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Melark- The Hunger Games

Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow- Game of Thrones

Brienne of Tarth and Jamie Lannister: Game of Thrones

Rachel Green and Ross Gellar- Friends

Lily Evans and James Potter- Harry Potter

I could go on but I think that kind of gives everyone a broad idea of what these pairings could look like!

Funnily enough, at least in my brain, female Alphas are extremely feminine. Like Divine Femininity incarnate. And male alphas are warriors, they’re as strong as they are soft.

Idk. I’m having a ball with this. Chime in and let me know some of your ideasssss. I’m trying to drop the new Chapter of Omega Neteyam either tomorrow or Sunday!!!

[corrupted-doll]

hey

This guy messages me out of the blue, asks me to hypnotise him and says that i can see his dick in return. He tells me nothing about himself and does nothing to entice me to hypnotise him even when I literally ask him to tell me about himself. Apparently "You can use me for your pleasure" is the height of his pitch.

[henitusemanor]

rare pair 🌹🥬

"he's taken." rosalyn possesively wrapped her arms around her omega's hip. strong intimidating pheromone filled the air around him.

cale smirks, proudly showing off rosalyn's bitemark on his neck to the male beta.

"i-i'm sorry!"

[theexodvs]

Your Greek alphabet soup bores me and will fade with the times. Whether I am an alpha, beta, sigma or omega male is secondary to whether my masculinity honors the Alpha and the Omega, the Word incarnate Who set His tabernacle among us, the Son of Man, thrice holy, Who was and is and is to come. 

[furbab]

as a trans man i love omegaverse because omega males give trans guy vibes. now don't get me wrong, it can be kind of gross the lack of consent, but a well done, powerful omega guy is chefs kiss

[namujoon9401]

F Alpha!Reader x M Omega!Yoongi

Yoongi pants, gasping into her mouth as she devours him.

The alpha is on top of him, straddling his lap and leaning down over him to reach his mouth.

She brings a finger to trace at his face, the contours of his nose, his cheeks, his lips.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.”

Yoongi just whines.

He's been on edge for what feels like hours. She finding endless delight in teasing him, making him out of his mind with need.

“Y/n, please.”

“Please what, baby?” She grins, predatory, eyes lidded.

“Stop- teasing, ah…” he begs.

She just growls as she pulls him in for another kiss.

It’s sloppy and dirty, her tongue licking in deep as she savors the taste of him.

The smell of bergamot envelopes him, all juicy citrus and heady musk making his head spin. He wants to drink it down, drown in her scent.

“God you smell so fucking good-” she snarls, kissing him with renewed vigor.

She nips at his lip, soothing the sting of teeth with her tongue.

She kisses down to his neck, tilting his jaw to the side as she kisses ever so lightly at his scent gland.

He gasps, the sensation like a jolt of electricity down his spine.

She laps at it, her warm wet tongue lapping at the sensitive spot, tasting his scent right from the source.

“Ah-“

He spasms, the sensation sparking hot pleasure low in his belly. He tries to squirm away when it gets to be too much, tilting his head back and gasping when she just doubles down on her assault on his scent gland.

“Ah-fuck! Y/n…”

“So pretty, baby.” She mumbles into his neck.

She kisses him again, hands roaming all over his bare chest, stretches of warm skin exposed.

Y/n trails fingers down his stomach, the touch barely there.

He’s so sensitive and keyed up from all the teasing that it feels good, muscles tensing as she traces shapes across the bare skin of his chest.

He breaks the kiss with a wet sound.

“Y/n, please. Need you.”

She pulls back to give him a wicked smile. “Want more?”

He nods, panting, at a loss for words.

A hand lands on his hip, pulling him into a slow grind against her thigh.

He gasps, the feeling lights up a wave of pleasure throughout his whole body.

“Fuck- oh my god, y/n…” he says, gripping at her arm.

She pulls back to just look at him.

He's a vision spread out under her, his black hair messy, his face flushed red and panting, his shirt pushed up, the bare skin of his chest flushed pink as well.

“So gorgeous,” y/n murmurs, leaning down for a kiss.

They kiss until they run out of breath, and then they kiss some more. Its like they cant get enough of each other, kissing like they’re starved.

“God, you wanna fuck me so bad, hm?”

“Please,” he gasps.

[nosyrobin]

Omega! Male reader who is just a baker in Gotham. He has daily break ins which causes three known vigilantes to check up on the poor omega daily. Nightwing, red hood, and Red Robin. These three just straight up show in their civilian clothes and persona, trying to get to know you. But they show up on different days, the poor alphas don’t even know their other brother is showing up to met the sweet omega. Damian is getting annoyed and tired hearing dick talk about the omega that’s a baker down the city’s street. So Damian goes, and he’s hook when you talk to him about art and your adorable dog that you showed a picture of as he eats the delicious sweet treats. you are worthy to date any of his brothers.

[jisreal64]

As a straight (albeit heteroflexible guy) I LOOOOVVVVVEEEE women and women adjacent people! And I’m not just talking about specific kinds, I like:

-White Women

-Black Women

-Asian Women

-Native American Women

-Pacific Islander Women

-Arabic Women

-Latinas

-Cis women

-Trans women

-Non-binary people who identify and/or pass as female

-Feminine Women

-Masculine Women

-Girly girls

-Tomboys

-WLM Butches

-WLM Femmes

-WLM Futches

-Feminine Bigender/Genderfluid people

-Straight Women

-Bi Women

-Pan Women

-Omni Women

-Skinny Women

-Fat/Chubby Women

-Clean Shaven Women

-Hairy Women (Except for facial hair, though I do think that they would look cute with mutton chops)

-Muscle Girls

-Furry Women

-Gamer Women

-Weeb/Otaku Women

-Neurodivergent Women

-Disabled Women

-Abled Women

-Neurotypical Women

-Women with long hair

-Women with short hair

-Dumb Women

-Smart Women

-Young Women

-Silver Vixens

-And many, many, MANY more!!!

My love for women is as vast as there are stars in the sky, and I can’t help but simp for all types of them! 😍🥰

Reblog if u love women

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Pollen and Pheromones

Kinktober Day 13: Sex Pollen

Male Alpha Yandere x Gender Neutral Omega Reader CW: Noncon, sex pollen, aphrodisiac, pheromones, knotting, biting, claiming bite, stranded, spaceship crash, sci-fi, outer space, alien planet, a/b/o dynamics, bigotry/prejudice against omegas, rivalry, breeding, general yandere behavior, tsundere, betrayal Word Count: 1.6k (Enjoy this kinktober meal I have prepared <3)

"Star log: This is Pilot 2418 currently operating vessel Starlion: Orion. I am currently on route to pass the threshold of our galaxy in less than five minutes."

You were a shuttle pilot, one of the Exploration Guild's best. Ever since humanity had achieved interplanetary travel, they had sought to extend themselves ever further. With the new drift-space drives, that dream was now a reality.

They were only currently suited for small 1 to 2 man shuttlecraft, and only a couple such craft had been made. Two different ones had been commissioned through the guild, with both pilots competing to see who could exit the Milky Way first. The new drive could only be used in bursts to prevent overloading, so the journey had still taken a few months. But it seemed like you were about to succeed. Then you could make a U-turn and start drift-jumping back towards the nearest station.

Since you were an omega, this was a great achievement, a notice to the universe that your kind could do whatever betas and alphas could. You would be able to help stamp out the lingering bigotry and inspire others all with one action.

You were just about to cross the finish line!

Suddenly, your opponent, Tetsunori, came out of drift-space behind you. He had been your long-time rival, with both of you being about equally skilled.

But this was unacceptable to him as he was an alpha and held to the knothead mindset that an omega's place was bouncing on an alpha's prick or maybe in a teaching or nursing job.

You weren't worried, though. You had a solid lead. There was no way he could close the gap.

You rolled your eyes at the incoming transmission.

"Why don't you just give up now? If you surrender nicely, I'll let you celebrate my victory by letting you keep my knot warm!"

The temptation to reply was too great.

"Ha! You may be good at navigating the stars, but I doubt you have ever found your way into an omega."

Conversing with him hadn't distracted you or made you pause, so he growled as he switched to another plan. He fired on his tractor beam.

What the fuck, was he insane? Stooping so low to make sure you couldn't have a historic moment? You fired an equal and opposite tractor beam through his, which forced him to disengage. Something only possible because both ships were similar in size and energy output. Did he think you were some amateur?

In a desperate bid to prevent you from winning, Tetsunori rammed his shuttle into yours.

This type of bumping wasn't unheard of. It wasn't lethal if both ships were similar and had their shields up. But the bouncing was pretty strong for both parties, which is why it was a last-ditch effort. It could push you past the line, or it could bump him further. Neither of those things happened, though.

Instead, you careened right into the gravitational pull off a planet. You did everything you could to slow down and stabilize, but nothing seemed to be working.

Tetsunori sped after you in his spacecraft as he spoke into the comm link.

"I'm sorry, oh my god, I'm so sorry! I just had to be first! What omega would want to be mates with someone who they bested??"

You didn't have time for his weird ass confession and barely registered it. Your shields were still online and he had started pulsing his tractor beam to slow you down, full usage of it at such speeds could rip your ship apart, thankfully he wasn't an amateur either and knew that.

You put all available power and quickly put it into overloading the shields. You hit the emergency crash button, and two nozzles came out from the sides of the cockpit and sprayed you with a rapidly drying foam that would reduce damage to you if you got flung about the ship. Tetsunori's reckless and speedy entry into the atmosphere may have been enough to save you, but he had lost control of his vessel as well.

As you crashed, he careened away and crash-landed as well.

It was a good thing the high-tech impact reduction foam was so effective. Despite having shields, the ship was still shaken pretty badly, and the inertial dampeners weren't powerful enough to thwart damage from such a landing.

You took stock of the condition of your systems.

Almost everything was fried. You could at least scan the planet. It seemed like you had actually lucked out. In the entire galaxy planets that supported life were incredibly rare. But you had landed on one.

It seemed there were no known biological hazards present. No recognized toxins, dangerous bacteria, or viral agents. You were cleared to remove your suit. The temporary foam had started to dissolve, so it wasn't hard to remove.

The scanner also indicated there was a strong human life sign. It appeared that Tetsunori was okay.

You took the survival kit from underneath your seat as well as some beverages and rations you had procured at the last station and headed in the direction of dust and smoke in the distance.

You didn't even need the ship's scanner to tell you that the great imbecile, Tetsunori had landed there.

As you got closer, you stepped into a field of flowers that surrounded the entire crash site. You were probably still a mile away, but all around you were odd glittery silver and gold flowers.

The smell of them made you just slightly lightheaded and tingly. You realized the tiniest bit of slick was dribbling down your leg. They must be an aphrodisiac. The scanner hadn't warned you of anything in the air that was truly dangerous, so it probably wouldn't matter very much. And it really didn't. For you. As you trudged through the flowers and pollen, the effects did not get worse.

But for Tetsunori, the pollen was much stronger. When it hit his nostrils, it immediately put him into rut. Not a typical rut either, one of the ruts you see in pornos where the alpha is almost feral and unable to control their mating drive. When you came upon him, he was sitting on a piece of debris from his shit and rocking back and forth in clear distress. Through his outfit, his bulge was immediately visible.

"T-tetsunori? Uh... are you okay? D-did you get hurt in the crash?"

You took a step back when he looked up at you. His eyes were red, giving him a demonic appearance.

"The flowers, I think... they... UGH! My thoughts are all jumbled..."

He started to rub and massage his crotch desperately. He finally caught a whiff of your scent, ripe from the recent hike over to him and from being without a proper shower since your last space station stop. Not to mention the smell of the slick the aphrodisiac had coaxed out of you.

He started wildly sniffing at the air.

"Y-you smell so nice. You can help!"

You started backing away slowly.

"Uh... help with what?"

He got up and closed the difference between the two of you. Sweat had his dark hair clinging to his head. He was significantly taller and looked down at you intensely before sniffing and licking your neck with lazy broad strokes.

"S-smell so gooood. Always wanted to knot youuuu~"

You tried to push him off.

"Tetsunori! St-stop!"

You slapped, smacked, kicked, punched, and flailed, but nothing you did deterred him in the slightest.

"I'm sorry, but I fucking n-need this!"

He pinned you to the ground, clawing and biting off all your clothing until only your underwear was left, he removed it more delicately before inhaling its scent deeply and putting it in his pocket for later.

"Please don't do this, Tetsunori, PLEASE!"

He looked down at you, and it seemed like he was genuinely trying to resist before the pollen-charged rut won out.

Tetsunori unzipped his pants and let his drooling cock and full heavy balls out.

"G-gonna put all my babies in you! Have to! Have to!"

The lust-drunk alpha wasted no more time in ramming into you, an insertion that would have been more difficult had the pollen not slicked you up. Though it was still sudden and slightly painful.

"A-aaah!"

You tried to kick at him, but he growled viciously before pushing you into a mating press and slobbering all over your neck with his eager tongue.

The pollen must have increased the potency of his pheromones, or at least your susceptibility to them, because his musk was starting to cloud your thoughts.

Your grunts of pain became gasps of pleasure as your body quickly accommodated to his large size. You winced as he bit down hard on your neck to claim you. He kept right on fucking into you without skipping a beat.

He licked and kissed the lightly bleeding bite mark, some part of him remembering to comfort you despite his dominating need to fill you with cock. And by that point, the last of your resistance finally melted away.

"T-tetsunoriiiiii~" You moaned as your toes curled and body twitched in orgasm.

He growled your name in response and gave a few hard, deep thrusts before cumming as deeply as possible.

A comforting fullness filled your hole as his knot locked the two of you together. He pulled you close as he sat down so that you were in his lap facing him. The two of you caught your breath, then remained in an awkward silence until his knot deflated.

"G-got it out of your system?"

"Yeah... for the most part... sorry about that..."

You lifted yourself off of his lap, his half hard cock springing free with a lewd plopping sound.

"Well... it wasn't your fault. It was just the pollen..."

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into his lap, his cock ramming directly into you, then began humping.

"Well... it wasn't just the pollen..."

[namujoon9401]

Into the den of the wolf

Friends to lovers, bedsharing but not like that, Alpha female lead, male omega lead, don't think too hard about their biology okay shhhhhhh, there's a bonfire, ofc jackson wang is here, drunk sex at a party but its consensual, no smut

“Heya, Kenji.”

Rina bounds up to him after class, ever the energetic alpha.

“Are you going to the bonfire tonight?”

“Yep.” He says, popping the “p”.

“Cool. See you there?”

“Of course.” She winks at him as she walks past.

And there it is again.

See, the lines are always blurred when it comes to Rina.

They've been friends since freshman year, when Kenji was little more than a shy omega with zero self confidence.

He’s grown since then, obviously. And Rina has stayed a constant presence in his life.

But recently, he’s a little confused on where exactly they stand.

She’s always been affectionate.

Giving big hugs, holding hands and even kisses on the cheek, at times.

But.

Friends don’t fall asleep in the same bed, even if it was an accident, sorry, Kenji, must have been really beat after practice today.

They don’t sign their late-night texts with love you and a heart emoji.

They don’t cuddle on the couch and lean into each other’s necks, inhaling deeply before sleepily rumbling, smells good. Like the spring.

(Kenji’s face had flushed a brilliant red, had squeaked out a th-thanks and valiantly channeled all of his energy into staying cool and stopping the situation in his pants from escalating any further as her nose brushed the sensitive gland there.)

Friends don’t act like that.

They just don’t.

Right?

•••••••••••

The bonfire that night is on the beach, the waves crashing against the sandy shore. The early spring sea breeze leaves Kenji shivering.

Rina waves him over from a spot near the fire, sitting on a small blanket. She’s chatting with Christian, another alpha he’s seen around campus a few times. Christian smiles at him as he heads over.

The scent of cedar lightly fills his nose.

“Hey, Christian.” He greets politely.

“Hey, Kenji, right? You’re Daniel’s friend.”

“That's right. You guys are on the dance team together, yeah?”

Kenji sets his bag down and sits next to her as Christian continues his conversation with Rina, the omega occasionally joining in.

The fire crackles in front of them, the smell of wood smoke mingling with the salty breeze and the scents of the people around them.

Rina’s scent is stronger than usual, maybe because of the light sheen of sweat on her neck, but its bergamot and sea salt musk is irresistible.

He’s hit with the urge to bury his nose in her neck and take a deep breath.

He pushes the thought away.

She looks radiant, half of her face illuminated by the orange glow of the fire, the flickering light making her features animated as she talks with the other alpha.

She looks over at him, catching him staring.

He flushes as Rina boops him on the nose.

He only just now realizes that Christian had walked away a while ago and now he’s just staring. Like a creep.

“Whatcha thinkin about?”

He smiles as he shakes his head, dismissing the thought.

“Just how Daniel knows so many people. I thought the dance troupe he was in was omegas only?” He lies, grasping for any subject matter to distract from his obvious staring.

Rina, thankfully, catches on and doesn’t mention it.

“I guess not. It’s weird that he’s still single, to be honest. Omegas like Daniel are a hot commodity.”

Kenji looks at her, slightly put off, as she continues.

“I mean. He’s attractive, athletic, and always makes people laugh. He's like sunshine personified. Plus, he knows how to dress. Any alpha would be lucky to have him.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kenji asks, brow furrowed.

Her eyes widen as she realizes the intent behind her words.

“I-i mean. Just, like. Objectively. He is attractive, you know. I have eyes. But I’m not into him or anything!” She scrambles to justify herself.

“Relax, I'm only joking.” Kenji pats her on the shoulder.

“What about you, anyway? Why are you still single, huh?” She turns to him, tone teasing.

You know why.

Ever since that day a year ago, when she had come to his dorm on Christmas eve.

It was winter break, and his entire friend group and both his roommates were gone for the holidays.

He hadn’t been able to afford the plane ticket home on the pay from his part time job, and he was alone at the dorm.

He had texted her im all alone :(

And she had been there in record time, showing up at the door beaming, a takeout bag of Korean fried chicken in hand.

He still remembered opening the door, taking in her face, the mask pulled down to her chin, her fluffy silver hair, the turtleneck and varsity jacket she wore under her coat.

She holds up the bag.

“Chicken and beer?” She’d said with a mischievous grin.

Oh god, I'm in love with her.

The realization had hit him all at once.

It was one of the darker periods of his life mentally, and she had helped immensely to pull him out of it.

Kenji had felt truly alone during that time.

It wasn’t just because everyone was gone for break.

He had been depressed. And even if it wasn’t true, it felt like everyone had abandoned him.

Everyone but Rina.

And ever since then, he’s fantasized about-

Her lips on his. The curves of her hips. Their bodies intertwined, skin against skin, searing hot-

Fuck.

“Kenji.”

Her voice brings him back to reality. Rina holds out a long skewer with a marshmallow on it.

“Look, s’mores.”

“Oh,” he blinks, taking it. He smiles. “Thanks.”

Rina sits next to him, a little too close for comfort, and holds her marshmallow to the fire. Her bergamot and salt musk is so strong now, it makes Kenji feel like he’s melting.

Her head slowly comes down to rest on his shoulder, and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to tamp down the spike of nervousness in his scent.

(Nervousness in the sense that he is nervous because his crush is leaning her head on his shoulder but whatever. It's whatever.)

God, Kenji. Be normal. You're so normal right now. The most normal person on the planet.

“You know, generally s’mores require that you roast the marshmallow.” She remarks.

“Right.” He says slowly.

He puts his marshmallow closer to the heat of the fire. Rina yelps as hers inexplicably bursts into flames.

Kenji laughs as she blows out the fire, pouting.

“Damn it. This always happens when smores are involved.”

“You’re not supposed to put it directly into the flame, you know.”

She takes a bite of the charred marshmallow anyway.

“Maybe ‘m just impatient,” she says, mouth open as she chews.

A comfortable silence stretches between them as he roasts his marshmallow over the fire, Rina digging in her bag for another one.

They talk for a bit, chatting comfortably. The chatter of the others mixes with the crackling wood of the fire.

“I saw on social media this cute little izakaya that opened up nearby. We should go.” She rotates her stick over the fire.

“Yeah, definitely. Let’s do it on one of my off days.”

“Yep. Tuesdays, and Thursdays, right?”

“Yep, we can go Tuesday after your class. Statistics, right?”

“Ugh.” She groans, leaning back. “That class is kicking my ass right now.”

He sucks his teeth sympathetically.

“I feel you. My O-Chem class is also, in fact, kicking me in the ass right now.”

“Damn, O-Chem? Mad respect for all of you STEM kids.”

“Thanks. At least Jun is in my class. He’s smart as hell, so he helps me with it sometimes.”

“You know you’re smart too,” Rina elbows him in the side playfully. “You never give yourself enough credit, Kenji.”

“It’s nothing really.”

“Oh come on, you basically get straight A’s.”

His scent colors as his face gets noticeably pink. He shrugs and laughs off the bragging.

Kenji rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Rina, please.”

“What? Smart guys are cuties.”

Rina catches herself.

“I mean. Objectively. Obviously,”

“Sure.” Kenji rolls his eyes playfully.

They talk a little more, and by the time the group even realizes it, it's already getting late, and most have already headed home. Christian, Kenji, and Rina are the last few stragglers who have stuck around.

Kenji groans. “Fuck me, I wish I hadn’t eaten so many marshmallows.”

“Feelin’ nauseous?” Rina asks.

“Extremely.”

The fire crackles, burned down to embers now, since they stopped trying to save it about an hour ago.

“Wanna head home?”

Christian raises an eyebrow at Rina, whose scent blooms as she blinks, embarrassed. The light from the fire lights up the smirk on Christian’s face. “Home?”

“Shut up,” she laughs in response. “We came together, that’s all.”

Christian stands, beginning to gather his things and head out.

“See you at the alpha phi party on Saturday?

“Definitely.” Rina waves at her alpha friend as he leaves.

Now its just the two of them in front of a dying fire, the ocean breeze flowing through Kenji and making him shiver.

Rina notices.

“Here,” she says, grabbing her jacket and wrapping it around his shoulders.

He’s immediately enveloped in her bergamot musk, sighing at the citrus and laundry scent in his nose.

“Keep it for now. I’ll pick it up later.”

“Aren't you cold?”

She smiles as she shakes her head, her silver hair swishing.

“I run hot.” She winks.

Kenji flushes.

Of course she does.

••••••••••••

The party is loud and chaotic even before he steps foot inside the frat house. Kenji is ninety five percent sure that they are exceeding the maximum capacity of this place.

“Kenji!”

A girl with short black hair stumbles out to meet him. He catches a whiff of black tea and cherries.

“Hey Joy. Are you already drunk? I thought the party started-” Kenji checks his phone- “half an hour ago?”

“I’m not drunk. But these are really good.” She holds up her red plastic cup. “Someone brought fresh squeezed orange juice for screwdrivers.”

“Sounds like something Daniel would do.”

“Probably. He’s bougie as hell.”

Joy leads him inside, the music pounding, sweaty bodies everywhere. Thankfully someone had sprayed scent neutralizer before the party, so the heady mix of foreign scents is muted and doesn’t immediately give him a headache.

Kenji spots a shock of peachy pink hair.

“Jun, there you are.”

The taller omega smiles at him. Christian stands next to him, drink in hand.

The alpha’s dressed in tight black jeans with a cream colored graphic tee and gem-studded leather jacket over top. Paired with his styled black hair, he looks positively sinful.

Kenji suddenly feels underdressed in his oversized black band tee tucked into baggy ripped jeans and Doc martens.

He also has a feeling that Christian had, in fact, dressed to impress.

“Kenji!” The boy greets.

“Hi, Junie. You look adorable, by the way.”

Jun smiles at him. The peachy haired man is dressed in an oversized yellow cardigan. Paired with a frog print graphic tee and brown corduroy pants, he looks extra cozy.

Standing next to Christian, the two of them couldn’t be more opposite in terms of looks.

Christian’s chatting Jun up, standing a bit closer to him than usual and laughing at all of his jokes. Kenji has a distinct feeling that he’s intruding.

“God, why don't they just bang already. It’s painfully obvious that they’re into each other.”

A new voice comes from behind him.

“Kiriko!” Kenji greets her.

“Hello, Kenjamin.”

He chuckles at the nickname.

“Have you seen Rina around?”

The female omega casts him a knowing glance. Her milky thai tea scent surges.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

She smiles to herself. “Let's get some drinks in you.”

Kiriko leads him to the kitchen. The aforementioned pitcher of fresh orange juice is, in fact, on the counter alongside an assortment of cheap liquor bottles and various sodas.

The girl plucks a lime out of a tub, drops it into her drink. Kenji goes about making himself a screwdriver, pouring what’s probably too much vodka into a plastic cup and adding the orange juice.

He takes a sip. It is good.

He chats with Kiriko for awhile. She’s in a few of his prerequisite classes as an English major. The girl has an emo style, with black lipstick and a short black dress with fishnet leggings.

She mentions casually that her heat’s coming up, and Kenji grimaces sympathetically.

“Thank god for modern medicine, am I right? Can't imagine having it every three months.”

“Yeah. Suppressants are great. Changing it from four times a year to once is honestly a godsend.”

As they talk, Kenji keeps an eye out for Rina. Kiriko notices him looking around and chuckles at him knowingly.

“How's it going with your crush, anyway?”

“Wh-what crush?”

The omega clicks her tongue. “Don’t bullshit me, dude. I can see it from a mile away.”

He deflates. “Is it that obvious?”

“Honestly? Yeah. You follow her around like a puppy. Everyone can tell.”

Except for her.

“I dunno, man. We’ve been friends for years, and… I don't know. I think it might be more than just a crush.”

She sucks her teeth. “Damn man. That’s tough.”

Kiriko chews her lip. “What's stopping you from making a move?”

“You know why. It’s the classic will they won't they situation. We've been friends for years, why would I throw all that away on the slightest chance that she actually likes me back? It's not worth the risk.”

But it could be.

He spots Rina on the couch, talking with Jackson and a few other alpha friends.

She follows his gaze and laughs.

“Go.” She waves him off. “Let me know how it goes later.”

Kenji goes over to the group of alphas, feeling slightly out of his depth.

Rina’s chatting with Jackson, Joy, and a couple other alphas he doesn’t recognize.

“Hey, babe.” She says, jokingly. The alpha greets him with a sloppy and obnoxious kiss on the cheek, right there, in front of her entire friend group.

Jackson and Joy exchange glances, a look that doesn’t go unnoticed. Rina, thankfully, is oblivious.

He makes a mental note to put rocks in all their shoes later.

They easily lapse into conversation, getting into a heated debate about the Dune movies, for some reason.

“Dune is the opposite of a white savior narrative, are you dense? Did we watch the same movie?” Jackson is asking, irritated.

“I'm just saying, Paul is coming in from nowhere to lead the brown people to liberation-.” Someone Kenji doesn’t know says.

“That's the whole point- Paul is a flawed character!”

Kenji just watches, amused, periodically getting up for more drinks as they talk.

Before he knows it the conversation moves on and his cup is, once again, empty.

He gets up to get himself and Rina a refill, the latter throwing him a smile and a wink as she requests “a rum and coke, please.”

He goes about making the drinks, expertly dodging the people making out against the kitchen counter.

He makes himself another screwdriver, carefully carrying the drinks back to the couch. He takes a long drink, handing the rum and coke to the alpha. She takes it with a thanks.

He throws himself back onto the couch next to Rina and closes his eyes, already feeling the effects of the alcohol.

Rina glances at him, concerned. “You okay?”

“M’fine. Feeling it now, though.”

“If you’re not feeling good, we could always leave early.”

“We?”

“Mm.” She sips from her cup. “Could go back to your place.”

Kenji tries to ignore the fact that she wants to go home with him.

It could mean nothing.

The alpha could just be wanting to make sure he’s okay after all the drinking.

But it could also mean something.

He gets up to do- something, he's not quite sure, but sways, unsteady on his feet. A hand grabs him by the wrist.

“Woah. You ok there?”

Rina looks up at him, gray eyes wide, a little unfocused from the alcohol.

“I'm fine. Just- just a little wobbly.”

“C’mere.”

Her hands come to his waist and-

She pulls him down onto her lap, his knees on either side of her.

Kenji immediately flushes a brilliant red.

(He chalks it up to the vodka.)

Her body is warm under him, her hands settling on his waist. He tries desperately to ignore the fact that, like this, he’s basically straddling her.

He knows instinctively that it probably smells like a lavender-scented bomb just went off in the room.

He tries to control it, but he knows she can smell it, knows that she knows the effect she has on him.

And judging by the glint in her eye, the responding spike in her scent-

The smirk that slowly spreads across her face, eyes hooded-

She knows.

They’re both drunk, not thinking clearly.

Which is why when the omega reaches for his drink, fishing out the orange wedge so he can suck on it-

She stops him.

Slowly, the alpha grabs his wrist, rubbing her thumb on it so that his scent blooms even thicker.

She guides his hand to her lips.

Slowly, the alpha puts her mouth on the orange and sucks.

Her eyes are piercing, molten and dark, her scent clouded with desire, her lips less than an inch away from his fingers.

He inhales sharply, eyes blown wide, glassy and unfocused.

His body heats, the pit of his stomach burning with want.

Rina glances up at him, a smug expression on her face.

She licks at the pads of his fingers, surely meant to tease Kenji more.

The wetness of her tongue lingers on his fingers, the warmth of her lips ghosting across them.

The omega squeaks, some sort of embarrassingly strangled noise escaping him, suddenly too loud in the room even though the music is pounding with bass.

He has to bite his lip to stop himself from making any more embarrassing noises. He takes a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

She smirks at him. “Cute.”

Cute?

His body is on fire, want burning through his veins and her hands, those damn hands, are still on his hips. Kenji wants to scream.

His lips are parted for some reason, jaw slack. He licks them, anxiously, and flushes as her eyes track the movement.

God.

“You know where the bathroom is?” She murmurs.

He shakes himself out of a daze, scanning the area. “No, but I’m sure we can look around.”

“C’mon.”

He feels like his brain is sloshing around inside his skull, thoughts hazy and murky.

They stand up and Rina takes him by the hand. “So that we don’t lose each other, yeah?”

Kenji nods.

They go down one of many hallways and stumble across an empty bedroom. They pause by the door, unsure of what to do next.

The tension between them is undeniable. It feels like the air between them is charged, crackling with static and heat.

He looks up to see her staring at him, an unreadable expression on her face.

“Kenji…”

He’s unsure of whether to keep his cool or drop the act.

“Yeah?”

She steps closer.

“We can’t keep acting like there’s nothing between us, y’know?” she murmurs.

“What do you mean?” He says, feigning ignorance.

She looks at him, eyes dark.

Drop the act.

Kenji looks around and leads her into the bedroom for more privacy.

Rina grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers.

“We can’t keep acting like everything’s normal. Like we’re still just friends.”

“What?” His head spins.

“I see the way you look at me. You want me.”

She leans in closer.

“I can smell it on you.”

The alpha steps closer to him. Their scents are so strong he can almost taste it on the back of his tongue.

The scent of bergamot overwhelms him, potent and so thick it makes his head swim.

He suddenly feels like he’s going drown if something doesn’t happen, he’s not quite sure what, but Rina keeps looking at him like that, like she wants to devour him, and-

She kisses him.

He kisses back hard, fervent and passionate. Their lips move against each other,

They break apart, chests heaving. There’s a pause.

And then they do it again.

Rina kisses him open-mouthed, suddenly frantic and desperate and rough, her tongue licking incessantly into his mouth.

“Rina,” he gasps against her lips.

She kicks the door closed behind them as they part.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” she growls, chest rumbling.

He takes a deep lungful of her scent, picking up-

Interest. Desire. Dominance.

Arousal.

He gasps against her lips.

The alpha grips his shoulders firmly as they kiss deeper, backing him onto the bed. He loses his balance quickly, chalking it up to either the alcohol or her scent clouding his senses.

The alpha looks at him spread out under her, her eyes dark. She smiles, predatory.

“So pretty, baby. Could eat you right up.” She traces a finger down his face, his jaw, to his neck.

Dear Lord.

“Please,” he gasps, whining, every bone in his body crying out for the alpha hovering over him.

Her lips lower to his neck, finally putting her mouth to the hollow of his throat, to his scent gland.

She kisses it, feather-light, but even the slightest sensation against the sensitive patch of skin has Kenji gasping, mouth agape as a high pitched noise escapes him.

“You smell.” She snarls. “So fucking good.”

“Need you, need you, Rina, please-” he practically sobs, so keyed up that he’s begging for her and they haven’t even gotten to second base.

She laps at his scent gland, hot little kitten licks that make his back arch, hot pleasure rolling down his spine and settling low in his belly, his hands scrabbling along her back as he-moans, it’s a fucking moan that she pulls from his lips.

Everything feels like- like Kenji is a live wire, like someone stripped away all of his insulation and is now exposed, one raw nerve.

This is everything Kenji’s been waiting for.

And he finally has it.

🐺🐺🐺🐺

They don’t talk about it.

Which is probably the worst thing they could have done.

(He had freaked out and left promptly afterwards, throwing his clothes on without so much as a see you later? In the alpha’s direction.)

They go about their days, acting like everything is normal, but-

It's not.

There's a strange feeling, an air of awkwardness in their interactions. And he’s pretty sure Rina is actively avoiding him.

He’s suddenly too aware of himself, too conscious of his every move, overthinks every word that comes out of his mouth, is too conscious of his scent around her.

Their conversations are disjointed, with long stretches of awkward silence.

The silence wasn’t awkward before.

•••••••••••

“What’s up with you and Rina?” Daniel asks, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

He sighs as the smell of oranges envelops him.

He might as well come out and say it.

“We slept together at Jackson’s party last week.”

Daniel blinks. “Woah, really?”

“I mean-“ Once the words start, it’s like he can't stop. “We were both really drunk, and- I've liked her for forever, you know? But I was- I was scared to make a move, I didn't want to ruin our friendship, y’know?”

He squeezes his eyes shut.

“A-and now I fucked up, and now everything’s weird, and what if we stop being friends? What if we drift apart because- because of this, because we were stupid-”

“Kenji, stop.” Daniel interrupts, scent souring.

He sniffs.

“Have you talked to her? She probably feels the same.”

“God no, I'm terrified. She probably doesn’t want to. What if she never talks to me again?”

“Kenji-”

Now that the thought is in his mind, he can’t let it go.

“God she probably hates me. I'm such a coward. We should have talked about it- I just panicked and ran away.”

“Kenji.” Daniel interrupts his imminent thought spiral.

“You need to talk to her.”

He smiles softly.

“Something tells me she feels the same.”

God, I hope so.

Daniel's soft smile turns mischievous.

“Was it at least a good time?”

Was it a good time?

“What do you mea- oh.” Flashes of memory hit him all at once.

Him pinned under the alpha, her lips on his. Panting into each other’s mouths, her hands searing hot on his hips, on his bare skin.

Her wet mouth, lips slick and cherry red, sucking bruises into his shoulder.

His chest.

His neck.

He flushes, shaking himself out of a daze.

He tries his damndest to school his expression into something neutral, to tamp down the embarrassment rolling off of him in waves. He’s sure his cheeks are pink.

“So it WAS!” The brunette howls.

“Shut up, Daniel.” Kenji shoves him lightly.

Daniel laughs raucously.

“Hey, man. Just trying to lift the mood a bit. You’ve seemed down recently, you know.”

The other omega elbows him gently.

🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺

Kenji walks into the brightly colored retro-style diner on his own. For once.

He’s seated at a turquoise booth, and pulls out his phone as he waits.

He’s supposed to meet Daniel for lunch, but so far the brown-haired omega has yet to make an appearance.

He scrolls social media for a bit before he catches a faint whiff of a familiar sea salt musk.

Oh God.

His stomach flips as someone approaches the booth.

“You're not Joy.”

He looks up from his phone to see-

Rina, looking worse for wear. Her normally bright complexion is sallow, with heavy eye bags. Her silver hair is disheveled, and her joggers have a stain on the leg.

Her scent is muted, almost defeated.

“Rina.”

They both stare at each other for a second, unsure what to say.

Kenji takes a moment to internally curse Daniel for setting him up. He should’ve known his friends would intervene.

She takes a seat across from him, sitting heavily, as if something was weighing her down.

There's a pause.

“So-”

She starts, but stops as the waitress comes to ask for their drink orders. Rina orders a strawberry soda, Kenji stays with water.

When she leaves, neither of them are keen to fill the silence.

“You start.” Kenji says.

“About what happened…” she trails off. She doesn’t need to clarify. They both know what she’s referring to.

“I know we were drunk, but that doesn’t excuse my behavior.”

What?

“I took advantage of you, and- and, God, Kenji, I'm so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, and you just- you seemed so out of it, and I just- I should have asked, I don't know why I didn’t-”

“What are you talking about?” He interrupts.

“At the party.” She says, slowly.

“Yeah.”

“I took advantage of you.”

“No, you didn't.”

Her eyes widen.

“I wanted it just as much as you did.”

He stares down at the table, not making eye contact. “If I didn’t, I would have said so.”

“So you-“ she takes a breath.

“Wanted to have sex. With me.”

“Yes.”

He takes a breath, steeling himself.

“And I don't regret it, either.”

He looks up at her, jaw set in determination.

“Maybe I regret the circumstances. I regret that we were both drunk, and I regret that it happened the way it did. But I... I liked it. And I want to do it again.”

Rina’s eyes look like they're about to pop out of her head.

“You… Want to have sex with me? Again?” She squeaks, voice actually cracking for once.

“More than just that.”

For fuck’s sake.

Might as well cut his losses.

“I like you, Rina. And I have for… a long time.”

And there it is. The yawning chasm of uncertainty has just been cracked wide open.

The alpha stares at him intently, mouth slack.

“You… what?”

He laughs, but it’s pained.

“You really didn’t know? God, Rina I- ever since that Christmas Eve, when I was alone and depressed as shit and you came over with that freaking bag of fried chicken-”

He cuts himself off, feeling a little hysterical because there’s no fucking way she didn’t know-

“Kenji. Wait. Stop. Slow down.”

He exhales, having to stop a slightly panicked giggle from bubbling up because what the fuck is happening right now.

“You like me?” Her voice is full of disbelief.

“Of course I like you.” He says, exasperated now.

“And it'd be nice if I could get an answer from you too.”

“Fucking Christ. Yes, I like you. Jesus.” The alpha sounds almost angry. She scrubs her hands over her face.

What.

“Sorry, could you. Could you say that again? I don't think I heard correctly-”

She looks at him dead on, the intensity of her gaze catching him off guard.

“Kenji. I am head over heels fucking in love with you.”

What the hell?

They’re interrupted once again by the waitress, asking for their orders. He realizes they haven’t even cracked open a menu yet and asks for a little more time to decide, please.

“You… like me? Really?” He asks, gripping the table, leaning forward, overeager.

“Yes.” she groans. “God, we’re so fucking stupid.”

There’s a pause as they both absorb the wall of information that has been dropped on them.

“So.”

Rina’s the first one to break the silence.

“Kiss me?” Kenji asks, feeling bold for once.

She looks at him, eyes wide.

The alpha leans across to the table to cup his jaw.

Their lips meet.

It’s slow, unhurried, lips moving against each other sweetly as each of them savors the moment.

They break apart.

“Shit, we should decide what to order. That waitress is gonna be pissed.”

Rina laughs.

They hurriedly order their food, laughing and talking comfortably, now. It’s as if nothing has changed, except.

Everything has changed.

They play a little bit of footsie under the table. Kenji blushes.

They kiss again outside of the diner, warm and fuzzy. She makes him feel all tingly inside, the kiss intense but short as they remember where they are.

“Can't believe you actually like me back,” she murmurs.

“I've said it like three times already. Want me to prove it to you?”

“Huh? How?”

“By going back to your place?” He asks, smirking.

Rina’s eyes darken.

•••••••••

They burst through the door, her lips on his.

“Need you- please, Rina…” he pants.

“Can’t believe you’re all mine, baby.”

“Took- ah, took you long enough.”

She kisses down the column of his throat. He tosses his head back as she sucks a mark there.

She laves her tongue over his scent gland and he gasps at the pleasure that flares through him, white-hot.

She pulls back to look at the expression on his face. Kenji is-

Face flushed down his neck, lips kissed red and slick, hair disheveled and eyes dazed.

“Come on. Come to bed.”

She guides him to her bedroom, kissing all the while. They almost trip on the coffee table and Rina stubs her toe against the wall, but they manage.

From there, things progress quickly.

They make out for a while, lips red and messy with spit as Rina hovers above him. She occasionally laps at his scent gland and relishes in the way his back arches and he moans in response.

Their scents flare thick in the room, Rina’s bergamot musk mouthwateringly decadent.

He leans up for a moment to bury his nose in the crook of her neck like he’s always wanted to do, and he’s rewarded with a low growl from the alpha. His nose skims her scent gland and, in a move that is decidedly bold, parts his lips and sucks a mark into her scent gland.

“Shit-”

She shudders full bodied, mouth dropping open, her lashes fluttering.

“Fuck, baby.” She pants. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

She inches fingers under the hem of his shirt and Kenji is on fire.

Her fingers feel almost cool on his overheated skin. The alpha’s hands skim over his chest, his sides, the soft of his stomach.

She hikes the shirt up, bunching it under his armpits. She sits up to enjoy her handiwork, so much creamy flushed skin on display.

“Beautiful,” she murmurs.

He squirms, suddenly shy.

“You look like you’re gonna eat me,” Kenji mutters.

“And who said I won't ?” She looks at him, eyes hooded and glittering with desire.

He flushes deeper. If that’s even possible.

She leans in closer to whisper.

“Let me make you feel good, baby.”

God.

He closes his eyes and lets her take him to the deep end.

••••••••

Epilogue

“God, I'm nervous.”

What for?

“Rina’s gonna bite me tonight and i'm nervous.”

What do you mean bite? Like-

“Like bonding, bro.”

Oh.

There’s a pause over the phone. Then:

Damn, congratulations man!

“Thanks Jun.”

What do you have planned? I mean- obviously i'm not asking for details, i just-

Kenji laughs.

“I didn’t wanna go too overboard, you know. Just some fairy lights strung up around the apartment and some flowers, plus dinner from our favorite place.”

Dude, you could get a fuckin’ mariachi band and she’d still love it. Because it’s from you.

Kenji laughs, putting the phone on speaker and fiddling with the flowers on the table.

“I know, I just feel like. I'm gonna mess it up. Make it awkward or screw it up somehow.”

Dude, you gotta stop overthinking it. It's not rocket science. You have sex and you bite each other’s necks. That’s it.

“You know it's not that simple!” Kenji hisses.

“This is one of the most important moments of our lives! This is my forever mate we’re talking about here! Excuse me if i want it to be special.”

Is that Kenji? A new voice filters through over the phone.

Yeah babe.

Tell him congrats from me. And to get his head out of his ass!

Okay. You got that, Ken?

The omega rolls his eyes.

“Yes. Anyway.”

“Like I said. I'm nervous. So sue me. I feel like something that happens once in a lifetime is worth getting nervous over.“

When does she get home?

“In….” He checks the time on his phone. “Half an hour, oh god, I'm so nervous.”

Go shower. And put on a sexy robe or something. You can't be stinky and gross for your hot and sexy-

“Yes, okay! Thank you! Great awesome cool.” Kenji interrupts, not calmly. “I will do that ‘kay thanks bye!”

He quickly presses the end call button before Jun can say anything else.

He sighs.

Better start on that shower then.

[titania-sleeps]

Submissive Omega Yandere x Alpha Reader

hi guys it's tmr and i was able to cut down some of the words! i left out the full ver of his first heat and your first rut so that'll be a dif post

idk if i should go fully into omegaverse stuff and just give reader a dick regardless of gender (cause apparently female alphas have retractable dicks) so i'm avoiding that for now

edit: more works featuring Adonis: Adonis Rides You, First Heat

warning: nsfw, dom reader, omegaverse (heats, ruts, yknow), minors DNI pls

• Adonis and you have been fuck buddies for three years now. At first, it was out of necessity; you were both teenagers with raging hormones, and being an omega and alpha respectively meant that the two of you had a difficult time taking care of your needs on your own.

• Adonis was surprised when you proposed the idea to him in your third year of high school. The two of you were good friends by then, and you probably knew of his plight. However, his heart raced nonetheless and he wondered if you secretly had a crush on him. He wouldn't have minded if you did, since you were his type! Sadly, you made it clear to him that you weren't interested in him as a romantic partner, only as a sexual partner.

• Adonis didn't let that deter him, however. He couldn't deny that he felt a little disappointed, but he didn't think too much of it at that time. As long as he didn't fall in love with you, everything would be alright.

• Adonis fucked up. Two months into your friends w/ benefit situation with him, he'd already caught feelings. Whenever he was around you, his pulse would increase and his senses would go into overdrive. Even when the two of you weren't fucking like rabbits, his hole was dripping for you.

• Adonis cursed at himself every time he went on a date with you. (They were dates because he considered it so and he would take no other opinions.) It was especially terrible when you went shopping with him. He couldn't help himself but think about you fucking him senseless in the changing rooms. Just the thought of it alone had him squeezing his thighs, his breaths heavy.

• Adonis tried to hide it from you, but you easily noticed his rose scent growing stronger. You would pull him to the side and ask him gently if he was in heat. The worst part was that he wasn't. He was simply always like this around you.

• Adonis loved that you never asked any further questions. You would quickly take him home and tell him to strip. And strip he gladly did. He didn't have the time to prepare himself for you, but you didn't need it. In a matter of seconds, your tongue was in his hole, thrusting in and out. Your hand rubbed his rock-hard member, sliding easily with his slick. During those nights, he would cum quickly and sleep deeply, arms wrapped around your waist tightly. He would not let you leave him.

• Adonis didn't understand how you were so nonchalant. He felt silly being the only one so affected by the intimacy the two of you were supposedly sharing. He assumed that you would've bitten him already, but you were so resilient.

• Adonis tried to ignore it, and he did a really good job at doing so! Well, for about a week. He just didn't get it; he was perfect for you and you were perfect for him. Your scent intoxicated him, and he was sure that his scent affected you the same way. So why didn't you want him more?

• Adonis spent the next year grappling with his situation. It only got worse over time; just a small whiff of your scent drove his instincts insane. He needed to be bred by you, for you to mark him. He needed you to claim him, to destroy his being and rebuild him from scratch.

• Adonis had his first official heat in the middle of the day at school that same year. It came out of nowhere, and the arousal he felt was far greater than anything he'd ever experienced in the past.

• Adonis didn't bother hiding it. You were talking to your friends, but he interrupted and dragged you away by the arm, his face flushed. You were concerned, as you always were, but his eyes were clouded in need. He pushed you into the janitor's closet, locking the door behind you.

• Adonis stuck onto you in the closet, trembling. Sweat trickled down his neck, glistening against his skin. His scent was stronger than it had ever been; no longer just roses but now with a hint of lemon.

• Adonis whined, grinding against your leg. His pants were already soaking wet, the sticky liquid coating your leg. You sighed; you knew were going to miss class for the rest of the day.

• Adonis clung to you for the rest of the school year, nearly attached to your hip. You had lunch with him every day, you walked him home every day, and even your weekends were spent with him. He was so happy that you were giving him so much attention!

• Adonis suffered greatly during your last year of high school. He was so close to confessing to you, but he didn't want to lose what he already had with you. But you were glowing, your demeanor so confident and charismatic. He could see the other omegas turning their heads whenever they walked past the two of you.

• Adonis knew that if he didn't act quick, another omega would try and seduce you. He couldn't stand the thought of that, especially since he laid his eyes on you first. He would be your first and only mate. No one else.

• Adonis's heart dropped when he witnessed a small female omega confess to you under a cherry blossom tree the day of your graduation. He was planning to do that. That was supposed to be you and him.

• Adonis didn't bother trying to think when he intercepted her confession. He grabbed your arm, pressing his chest against it.

"Who is this, darling?" he had asked. The shock and hurt on her face were worth every ounce of courage it took for him to do that. She ran away, sobbing, and he was left with you and a sense of pride. No one was going to come between you and him.

• Adonis was scolded by you afterward, but he didn't care. You were his alpha, his fated mate. You didn't need any other omegas. That night, you treated him roughly, your body pressed heavily against his and your teeth baring at him.

• Adonis grinned. You were going to bite him! Surely, this was where you would finally, finally bite him. Hurry, show him what bad boys get. Show him that naughty boys get bitten, claimed against their will, and used like toys.

• Adonis was disappointed when you left the morning after, no bite marks on his body. He was being so good for you, so why didn't you claim him? Did you have someone else? Did he have to resort to murder just so you'd look solely at him?

• Adonis swore to himself that this year would be the year you bite him. This year would be your final year as fuck buddies. Next year, you two will already be mates. And if there's one thing you need to know about Adonis, it is that he mates for life.

something in me wanted to name him adonis casanova bc that would've been really funny but he's just adonis. for now.

next adonis fic is gonna be his first heat (in detail) and then maybe your first rut (also in detail),,,

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