#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.

[chrisaimen]

[coolrandommexicanlove]

First post ever!!! Really just a rant

Toxic Alpha female bully x Chubby Omega male victim.

Alpha female bully who viciously bullies the nerdy omega of her class. Throws him around, hits him, pulls his hair and whispers disgusting insults in his ear.

Alpha female bully who fights anyone who even dares to look at him, who nearly killed another alpha who hit the omega.

Alpha female bully who loves to force the omega onto her lap and make him grind on her bulge, palming his little thing and lightly gnawing on his neck. Edges both herself and the omega and makes him beg to finger him.

Alpha female bully who loves to squeeze his plump butt and bite on his fat stomach until he cries. Loves to grope his fat chest and asking him if he’s even an omega male and not an omega female.

Alpha female bully who corners him during the dance when she sees him talking to the alpha quarterback.

Alpha female bully who rapes him in the janitors closet and marks him, biting hard onto his scent gland. She knots him despite his protests and cries and promises to get him pregnant.

[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. 

[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.

[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

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Practical Demonstration

Kinktober Day 3: Exhibitionism Yandere Male Alpha Professor x Gender Neutral Omega Teacher Assistant CW: Noncon, public sex, exhibitionism, abuse of authority, knotting, musk, scent kink, biting, claiming bites, pheromones, overstimulation, a/b/o dynamics, slick, suppressants, manipulation, praise kink, general yandere behavior Word Count: 1.6k (Okay guys, hope you enjoy this given how long you have waited for it! PLEASE comment, comments feed me <3)

You were the teacher's assistant for the renowned and well-regarded Professor Reid Sullivan. He had degrees involving anatomy and physiology as well as the psychology of alphas and omegas, and the college he taught at was prestigious.

Professor Sullivan was a bit of a prodigy, already being a highly respected academic despite only being in his early-thirties. His unkempt shaggy hair, dark circles around his eyes, and slight stubble made him appear older. His classes were popular, though he refused to teach large crowds. They reduced his efficacy. At most, he would teach 24 students at a time. This class, though, was limited to 20.

This meant students were always clamoring to sign up before all the slots were filled. Not only were people eager to watch him teach because he was so accomplished and good at educating but also because he was considered rather attractive by many students.

It didn't help that he was also an alpha, and despite his tired nerdy demeanor, he was actually quite fit.

But the main reason his classes were so popular was that he often incorporated live demonstrations into his lessons. In the past, he had omegas demonstrate heat and alphas show off knots while he pointed to and described the anatomy and the purpose for it. He even had an alpha and omega pair demonstrate mating on more than one occasion.

Working under him wasn't bad at all. You were an omega, so you were naturally pretty nervous at first. Working with an alpha superior could sometimes be rather hard. Even in this progressive age, there was still a degree of discrimination and power abuse.

Professor Sullivan was exceedingly kind to you. He even got you coffee and something to eat every morning, even though that would typically be a task more suited to you. He also let you sit in his large cushy chair and was quick to let you use his jacket as you rarely used one, and his classroom tended to be cold.

He was very patient and understanding, guiding you through lessons and helping you learn how to handle a class.

Then, on the day of the final lecture, his true colors were revealed.

He locked the door and then stood in front of it. He put on the display screen a presentation about seducing and breeding an omega.

"Omegas are instinctively attracted to mates that provide them with food. It doesn't have to be major, but a daily coffee and small bit of food will make them naturally more receptive to you..."

The lecture went into greater detail on the subject, also explaining how he microdosed the coffee to make suppressants less effective, but you weren't paying much attention. You were too busy staring at the screen that had pictures of you happily sipping coffee or nibbling on muffins or bagels. It was all so surreal.

"For a shy omega, you can't simply bombard them with your scent. It could scare them away or turn them off completely from your continued advances. Instead, get them acclimated to it..."

The screen now showed how he slightly scented his chair and jacket and gradually scented it more juxtaposed with images of you grading papers while wearing the jacket and sitting in his chair.

You were mortified. Professor Sullivan was a monster! You tried to push past him and get to the door. It almost worked as he was taken aback by your determination to escape, but the extra few seconds that you spent fiddling with the lock were all he needed to wrap his arms around you from behind.

"If your omega acts fearful before mating then the steps we took earlier will help us now."

“G-get off!”

You thrashed and squirmed, but he licked, sucked, and nibbled at your neck until the overstimulation clouded your mind and made your resistance much more feeble. After that, he turned you towards him and, after disrobing completely, pushed your head under his arm so that you got a full dose of his pheromones.

The students gave the professor their undivided attention. One or two omega students envied your place as they stared with wide-eyed fascination at Professor Sullivan's now throbbing cock. The rest were a bit uneasy because you clearly hadn't been willing. They weren't actually too shocked, though, this type of thing wasn't exactly uncommon.

"See how limp the omega is? That's because I canceled any bothersome suppressants, made them accepting of my scent, and subconsciously had them see me as a provider."

The professor had a student roll over his chair to the center of the class before locking the wheels in place. He sat you down tenderly after taking off all your clothing and setting it aside.

"Gather around class, feel free to masturbate as long as you pay attention. This is especially important for you alphas."

Some of the students rubbed their crotches. The alphas encouraged the omegas since it would be helpful later to get them all hot and bothered. After the class formed a circle around the two of you, he continued.

"Now, before an alpha inserts themself into their omega, they must make sure the omega is properly slicked up. Some was produced earlier, but we will want more."

He demonstrated the proper neck stimulation techniques as well as how to slowly stretch out and prepare an omega by inserting gradually more fingers. Then he showed them how to massage an omega’s entrance with their cocks before penetration.

Before he even slipped his cock into you, you were already drooling with a dazed expression.

"Okay class, I said today would be an interactive lesson. The 10 alpha students were each delegated an omega and as part of their final grade, they were tasked with doing everything to their omega classmate that I have done to the TA. Omega students will be granted a participation grade."

The alpha half of the class began pulling the omegas close, stuffing the omegas' faces into their musky crotches or underarms.

The omegas were all bewildered. One gladly accepted their fate, a few were shocked into inaction, and most struggled. Only one managed to escape and get out the door but was chased down and brought back.

These were all students with dreams and goals, most didn't want to be an alpha's property and cumdump. At least not before they did things with their lives.

"I made sure all of your desks were sturdy enough for this, you can prop your omegas up on them if you'd like, putting your clothes on the desk and laying your omega on that will make them more comfortable, like a miniature nest with your scent."

The alphas were all stoked and barely able to hold back.

"If you have your omega in a state like our wonderful TA here is demonstrating then you may slip your cock into them, go slowly though, at least at first."

Professor Sullivan was the first to sink in, causing you to moan softly, soon the entire room was filled with the gasps and moans of a room full of omegas mingling with the grunting and heavy breathing of their alpha lovers.

The air was heavy with pheromones, musk, and the scent of slick.

Your mind wasn't really able to process what was happening around you, though. Your nose was focused on the scent of the one mating you as you instinctively wrapped your arms and legs around him.

"Oh, don't forget to praise your omegas, they may not understand your words right now, but the tone will soothe them."

He kissed you possessively.

"You're such a good mate for me. A perfect partner. So good at helping me teach this lesson. Taking my cock so well~"

He cooed into your ear lovingly as the alpha students praised and complimented their mates. Occasionally, an omega shuddered and squealed in orgasm with their alphas not too far behind.

Sullivan sped the pace up for you, and you didn't last much longer after that. You spasmed wonderfully around his dick as you came hard. Not the only time, though, as he coaxed several more climaxes from your trembling body before he finally came himself and tied you with his big knot.

"Once you've knotted your lover you should bite their neck to mark them as yours. This is essential to making your omega feel safe and loved and will make you secure in the knowledge that everyone knows who they belong to."

The professor bit your neck hard, causing you to moan more even as you flinched in pain.

"You look so beautiful with my mark."

After all the mating had finished and all the knots had deflated, the omegas were all still pretty out of it. Mating and being claimed took a lot out of them and it would probably be an hour or two before they recovered.

"Don't forget your homework! Aftercare is ESSENTIAL!!! Take your omegas to your dorms and make sure they are hydrated, well fed, and praised. If they get cranky at today's events, they probably just need another round or two of breeding."

Which, as it turns out, is exactly what he determined you needed when you wouldn't listen to reason at his home later. He tried to explain that it was all to enhance his teaching. He had been looking for the right omega to fall in love with and help with his lessons for YEARS!

And he finally found you. A TA aspiring to work in his field! You had always wanted a career in academics, and now you had one as his permanent assistant and live demonstration participant!

[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

[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.