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Whatever you were expecting Jongseob to be wearing for the stage tonight was most definitely not this—all black that accentuated his enticing frame, hair long past his shoulders, and in a fucking collar of all things. 

You sit there on the waiting room couch, trying to pick your jaw up as you watch him shuffle over to the couch on the other side of the room and pull out his phone. 

You figure you can spend the rest of your time bumming around on the couch while you wait to go on stage with your group, or you can go over and busy yourself with him for the time being. The choice is obvious.

He doesn’t look up from his phone as you take a seat beside him, not until you clear your throat pointedly.

When he looks up, he has to double back.

“Woah,” he says, lips twitching up into a shy grin as he fumbles to shove his phone into his pocket. “You look nice.”

You raise a brow at him, giving him a crooked grin of your own. “Me? Are you looking at yourself?” 

You reach over to take a long lock of his hair, twirling the ends around your fingers. 

Immediately, he averts his eyes with a sheepish laugh. He’s always shy around you, but not usually this skittish. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” You scoff, your eyes locking onto the black leather wrapped neatly around his neck and the large metal ring attached to the front. “You look so pretty, Seobie,” you tease, tugging the strand of hair between your fingers.

You meant for it to provoke him, get under his skin a little. But the way he flushes at his ears and neck, surely under his makeup too, and starts averting your gaze instead of swatting you away like usual tells you everything you need to know.

“Getting shy on me now?” You ask, your grin pulling wider as you card your fingers through the tresses and close your fist around them.

You hear his breath hitch as he tries to laugh it off, weakly elbowing at you. “Quit that,” he says without any real bite. He still doesn’t look at you, hunching in on himself a little. “The stylist is going to be mad that you messed it up.”

You pout but oblige, untangling yourself from the soft strands. “Alright, alright,” you huff. When your eyes fall back to the collar, you feel the urge to reach over and pull. But you can’t go that far, not with people around at least. “Hey, Seob.”

He glances at you, still not able to keep your eye for more than a second before his gaze quickly skits away. “Yeah?”

“Keep the hair and the collar when you come by the hotel tonight.”

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You half expect him to not show up with them, but when you open your hotel room door to see him standing there in the exact same outfit from tonight’s stage, you nearly combust on the spot in pure excitement.

“Hey,” he greets with a sweet smile.

Nothing about what you’re thinking right now is sweet.

Before he can get another word out, you reach out, hook your fingers into the ring of his collar, and pull him inside.

He gives under your pull with a gasp, grunting sharply when as soon as your door is shut, you push him right up against it.

He stares at you with wide eyes, the smoky makeup around them only making you want to mess it all up. With his tears.

“Been thinking about this all night, Jongseob,” you breathe, letting your eyes drink him up. “Nearly messed up my choreo because I couldn’t stop thinking about having you like this.”

He swallows, the movement shifting his collar and you tug at it, just to watch his body jerk under the pull. The little noise he lets out, soft and strained, goes right to your head. 

“I-I couldn’t tell,” he stammers, squirming against the door as you close in on him. “You were perfect.”

“Yeah?” You whisper, tilting your head as your eyes land on his quivering lips. “So are you.”

With your grip on the collar, you yank him forward to crash your lips over his in a deep, hungry kiss.

He groans into the kiss, practically melting into it as your free hand cards into his hair. His hands find your hips clumsily, clawing at you to find something to hold onto as you practically devour him.

“Looked so fucking pretty up there,” you mumble messily into the kiss. “I swear I was gonna lose my mind. Wanted to jump you, fuck the performance. Let ‘em all know who this belongs to.” To drive in your point, you dig your teeth into his lip, hard.

He whimpers at the sharp pain, and when you fist your hand into his hair and pull, it hitches out into a loud whine.

The sound makes you feel manic with power. You pull his head back upright with the collar and he gasps, giving you the perfect opportunity to tongue your way into his mouth and swallow up the little noises he lets out.

He’s putty under your hands, pliant as he lets you kiss the senses out of him and tug off his leather jacket.

The move to the bed is a frantic, stumbled journey, but as soon as you have him on it, you lay him out on his back and straddle his lap. Poor thing looks so dazed and needy already, blinking up at you with those wide, bleary eyes, and his long hair fanned out all pretty under him.

You slide your hands slowly up his black tank top before digging your nails into his soft skin just to see him wince.

“I think I like you just like this, Seobie,” you coo and he lets out a soft noise in response, turning his head away.

Immediately, you grab the ring of his collar and pull, forcing his gaze back up to you. “None of that,” you scold and he lets out a shaky breath, digging his teeth into his lower lip as he tries to keep his body still under you.

You grind your hips down on him, taking in a sharp breath when you feel just how hard he is under you.

He squirms under the pressure and you laugh, short and satisfied. “You like being treated like this?” You hum, rocking against him slowly. “Like a pretty little doll?”

His eyes start to glass over as his lips part to let out short, sharp breaths at the steady stream of pleasure from you grinding down on him. 

When he doesn’t respond, you give a sharp tug on his collar that has him scrambling to answer. “Yes! Y-yes—mm—like it… Like being yours…”

You take a breath to keep yourself composed. Instead of fucking him right then and there, you tug at the hem of his tank top. “Off,” you demand, and he gets right to work, lifting up enough to pull the top off before tossing it aside.

You don’t let him go back down, grabbing his hook again to pull him up into another searing kiss. It’s short, one to simply reestablish your claim over him before you push him back down again.

“Good girl, Seobie,” you coo, and the furious flush that climbs down to his chest, the way he squeezes his eyes shut, and his body starts to squirm under you has you preening in pure glee. “Yeah, baby?” You ask, lifting yourself up before you start to work off his jeans. “You like being my good girl?”

He doesn’t answer while you tug down his jeans and his underwear, letting his leaking cock spring free. He just breathes, deep and heavy to settle his racing heart, and digs his fists into the white sheets. 

“Answer me, baby,” you urge, just sharp enough to have his eyes snap open, as you pull off your own shorts and panties before you sit yourself down on top of his cock. 

“Y-Yes,” he breathes, whimpering at the wet slide of your cunt over his pulsing length. 

“Yes what?” You hum, letting the tip catch against your entrance. You almost feel bad when he starts to tremble all over. 

“Yes…” He hesitates, then bristles when your fingers hook around his collar again. “Yes, I like being your—your good girl.”

You grin at him, sharp and satisfied, before you start to sink yourself down on his cock, so agonizingly slow that his eyes roll, his head tilts back, and his mouth falls open in a silent moan. 

You sigh at the stretch of him, at finally feeling full enough to sate your itch for him.

Normally, you’d drag this out. Tease him until he’s left in tears and begging. But you’re not feeling very patient and he already looks close to crying. 

So you hold down on his collar, brace your free hand on his chest, and start fucking yourself down on him with intent. 

The effect is immediate—he writhes and moans under your relentless pace, gasping your name as his eyes blink through tears up at you. 

You know he won’t last long like this. That doesn’t mean you’re ready to let him go so quickly though. 

“Close already?” You ask him through your own quick breaths, your grip tightening around the collar ring. 

He whimpers as he nods, pure pleasure etched into his features as he pants for you. “Close… ngh—not gonna last long… ‘m sorry.”

Your heart melts at how genuinely apologetic he seems at the mere prospect of letting you down. But how could he ever let you down when he’s giving up so sweetly for you?

You shush him, leaning down and pulling him up to meet him halfway in a sloppy, stuttered kiss as your body still rocks down on him. 

“It’s okay, pretty,” you breathe as you lay him back down with a push against his chest, readjusting yourself, before fucking back down in that same unforgiving pace. You moan, fingers digging into his chest when his cock starts to hit you just right every time you sink down on him. “Mm—You can come for me, but I’m not—fuck—I’m not stopping. Understand?”

He nods even past his struggle to keep his mind clear enough to understand your words. 

“Good girl,” you coo, then giggle at the sob he lets out, the tears finally sliding down his flushed cheeks leaving tracks of black eye makeup on their way. “Fuck, such a pretty girl for me, Seobie. Come on,” you urge, giving his collar a tug when his body starts tensing, when his cock starts pulsating rapidly inside you. “Cum for me.”

That’s all it takes for him to break. His body bows up off the bed as he lets out a strangled cry of your name, hips bucking frantically as he shoots rope after rope of hot release into you, steady tears streaming down his face and painting black over red. 

But even after he crumbles back down, sniffling and writhing frantically under you as you drive him into overstimulation, you don’t stop. 

Not even when he’s heaving his sobs, or even when his body’s a trembling mess, or even when he’s shooting blanks into you. 

No, you don’t stop. And he just lets you use him—as long as you keep praising him for being so good for you, keep telling him he’s taking everything you’re giving him so well, keep calling him your pretty girl. As long as you keep your hand on his collar and the other in his hair, and give yourself to him in every way he’s giving himself to you. 

He can’t get enough of it, it seems, being your pretty girl. 

Even when you’ve got him curled into your chest as he comes down to his body, shaking like a leaf and sniffling in your arms. 

He looks up at you with those big eyes, dark makeup smudged artfully enough that makes you want to take a picture, as he asks you so shyly, “Am I really pretty?” 

You smile fondly as you smooth your hand through his hair, slow and gentle, before twirling the ends around your fingers. 

“You’re so pretty, Seobie,” you whisper, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as your other hand traces the edge of the collar still around his neck, light and reverent. “My pretty girl.”

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When Kamden saw you last, you were eighteen years old. He had just turned nineteen, a few months older than you, and he had a certain aura about him. He’d presented earlier that year as an alpha, though you paid it no mind, and he carried himself much more confidently than he once did. You, on the other hand, still hadn’t presented yet. Which ended up being both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because you couldn’t smell his annoyingly strong scent, with him unable to control his scent when newly presented, and you were practically immune to his alpha charm. A curse because, well, as an alpha, Kamden had started getting a bit more attention. More than he already did. He was attractive, smart, and an alpha? He had omegas, male and female alike, throwing themselves at him. And you? You were in their way, though you knew that Kamden couldn’t possibly see you in that light. 

You’d both been friends since you were kids, grew up wrestling one another to play when you were bored, went to each other to talk about crushes — surely, Kamden must have seen you as a sister rather than a potential partner. In the end, you were simply Kamden’s friend. Kamden’s unpresented friend that had to play the part of being totally uninterested in him. Though you knew the truth, that you were completely, utterly, irrevocably, stupidly in love with him. You were in love with him. With Na Kamden, not his alpha, but himself. The dorky, awkward, silly him. Being unable to smell his scent like the others meant being able to create a meaningful bond outside of your societal roles, but it also meant being shoved into a totally platonic role. Always the best friend. The sidekick. Besides, there was also a chance that you wouldn’t even present as an omega. And if you did, there was still the chance of Kamden ending your friendship out of respect for his future mate, not wanting to be too close with another omega. But until then, you remained in the close best friend position. 

Which is how you ended up in the airport five years ago, sending Kamden off to Korea with high emotions. Tears welled up in your eyes as you held your arms open, inviting him for a hug. His lips are turned down into a pout, and he leans into your hold, putting his full body weight on you. You stumbled a little bit — he had begun to gain a little height and weight after presenting, growing into his alpha stature — but you held him tight. Instinctively, you shoved your nose in the crook of his neck, right where his scent gland should be and inhaled. You couldn’t smell much, but for some reason, you felt like you could smell him now a bit more than you could yesterday. Kamden nuzzled against you, mirroring your actions, trying to catch your scent, but he sighed in disappointment when there was nothing. It was as if he wanted to check one last time, as if he were going to savor your scent during his training period, but there was none. 

As if it were some twisted joke, you presented two days after Kamden left. Two days. It only took two days of him being gone for you to present as an omega. And suddenly, all of those times you snuggled closer to Kamden to share his body heat when you suddenly felt cold and began to shiver out of nowhere made a lot more sense. 

You hadn’t seen each other in person since then, though you regularly spoke on the phone. So, naturally, Kamden jumped at the opportunity to see you again. Somehow, though, it slipped your mind to tell him about being an omega. What could possibly go wrong by not telling your alpha friend that you were an omega? 

Neither of you had expected it to go like this. 

Kamden showed up when you were in the midst of tidying up your apartment, making sure that it was presentable enough for your longtime friend, though he had seen your bedroom at your childhood home in its worst state. It was different now. Back then, you were both teenagers with no responsibilities. But now, you were both adults with responsibilities and you wanted to look put together, and quite frankly, your omega would be very unhappy if you were inviting an alpha into your space and it wasn’t presentable. You were so busy cleaning up, making sure everything was clean and pristine, that you completely forgot about scent blocking. The scent neutralizing and blocking perfume and candles sat in the corner, untouched, forgotten about. Then Kamden was at your front door and you were leading him to your sofa in an instant.

“Do you want anything to drink?” You asked. “I have water, tea, a couple sodas, some beer?” 

Kamden shakes his head. “I don’t really drink alcohol. I’m okay. No drink for me.” 

Nodding, you make your way to sit on the sofa alongside Kamden, a comfortable distance away. Not too close, not too far. Despite him being your best friend, you still felt a little awkward due to the time spent apart. You anxiously rub your hands on your pants — ironically, a pair that you had bought while on a shopping trip with Kamden all those years ago.  When you look over, you see Kamden caressing his elbow, and you smile. Maybe it would be okay. Maybe things hadn’t changed as much as you thought. 

You quickly settle into comfortable chatter with Kamden, asking him how he’s been the past five years, how he’s liking his career choice, if there’s anything new in his life he hadn’t told you yet, and he directed those questions back to you as well. But somehow, some way, it continued to slip your mind to tell him about your presentation after he left. “It’s a little tiring, you know — I’m always busy. My life is just practice, sleep, practice some more, perform, sneak in a quick nap before we meet with fans, squeeze in a quick meal, rinse and repeat.” You hum, nodding along and resisting the urge to reach out and mindlessly twirl his hair around your finger like you used to when you were younger and his hair got shaggy in between haircuts. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything, though. How about you?”

“Me?” Kamden nods. “Nothing as exciting as your job. I just work a desk job now, making ends meet and trying to pay back my student loans. My life is just work, sleep, and more and more mind-numbing work. I still try to hang out with our friends sometimes, though, if we can all work it into our schedules. They all ask about you, by the way.”

“Really?” He can’t hide the excitement in his voice. Perhaps, all of this time away has him thinking about his high school friends, wondering if they ever think of him too, and now that you have confirmed they do, he can finally relax a little. “How are they? Has anyone chosen their mate yet?” 

You nearly jump in excitement, and scoot closer to him. Kamden can smell the faint scent of a spiced vanilla, but he brushes it off. Maybe it’s your shampoo or something. “You’ll never guess who marked each other as mates.”

“Who?” 

Kamden tenses as you get closer to him, squealing and excitedly gushing about your two friends claiming each other as mates. They had a friendship quite similar to the one you had, so his jaw drops and his eyes widen as you tell him all about it. He doesn’t miss the way the spiced vanilla scent gets stronger the closer you get to him, the more excited you get. In fact, he can’t miss it. It all but floods his senses and he can feel his stomach churning and he can’t focus on anything you’re saying. 

He tries to ignore it, tries to focus his attention on your words, but he just can’t. You keep getting closer to him and the scent gets stronger. You think about something new that makes you excited to fill him in on and the scent gets stronger. He begins to feel lightheaded. You get so close that he can feel your body heat and the scent gets impossibly stronger, and every time he takes a breath he feels a new sensation in his body. What is this new fragrance? And why is it making him feel like this? 

“You smell different.” 

You’re taken aback by his sudden statement. His voice sounded rather harsh, loud and raspy. It makes you flinch. “I-I don’t know why…I’m not,” A lump begins to form in your throat. “I still use the same shampoo and conditioner as before. And I’m not wearing any perfume or scent blockers right now so I don’t—.”

Oh. 

That’s your scent. 

Kamden takes a deep breath and immediately regrets it. The deeper the breath he took, the more he inhaled your scent, and the more he could feel it affecting him. The fuzzy feeling in his head, his stomach twisting up in knots, his body temperature rising. It had all suddenly begun to get overwhelming. All at once. He didn’t need to hear you say it. He knew. “You’re an omega.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat. You take a deep breath and nod. If you focused, you could smell traces of an oak wood scent. “Yes,” A deep sigh. “I, um — shortly after you left…I presented. As an omega….I meant to tell you, but I guess — I guess it just slipped my mind.” 

The woody scent gets a little stronger. 

“You don’t have a mate, do you?” You shake your head. 

The scent gets stronger. 

“A heat partner?” No. 

And stronger. 

Kamden begins to shift. It starts small — his leg bouncing, wrapping his arms around himself to rub at the skin of his elbow, which is a habit he’s had since you were kids. But it quickly turns into something different. He begins to twist his body, turning away from you, refusing to look you in the eye. The scent of oak wood, which you figured was his scent, fluctuates. It spikes and then it pulls back. You try to get closer, but he moves away. The scent fluctuates again. 

You can’t help but get a sinking feeling in your chest. “Did I do something wrong?” No answer, just Kamden trying to level his breathing while simultaneously seeming like he’s holding his breath. “Are you mad at me?” In all of the years you’d known Kamden, he never acted like this. Even when he first began to show signs of presenting, his mood swings were never this bad. One second he was fine, engaging you in conversation and catching up about your old friends that he hadn’t seen in a while. The next? Well, he was acting strange. There’s no other way to put it except to say that it’s strange. Here he is, your best friend, and he’s acting as if he’s uncomfortable around you all of a sudden. He’s still looking away from you, anxiously rubbing the palms of his hands on his pants, and trying not to inhale too deeply so he doesn’t inhale your scent. 

Did you smell bad? Or, oh, god, does he already have a mate? Is he mad that you’re an omega and you lied by omission? Even though it wasn’t on purpose, if he already had a mate, or if he was someone else’s heat partner, you could understand why he is upset with you. No alpha in their right mind would want to be around an unmated omega if they were already betrothed to another. Maybe that’s why his mood suddenly shifted and he was asking about your mating status. But, somewhere in the back of your mind, you can’t help but wonder if he was truly upset. If he was, why does the woody fragrance smell just so inviting? Shouldn’t it smell unappealing to you? 

You try to reach a hand out. To comfort him. To just touch him. The two of you had always been affectionate friends, nuzzling into the place where your scent glands should be, holding hands or laying with one another, or sharing his clothes even after he presented up until the day he left. “Kam, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—.”

“Don’t touch me!” He barks. The sudden volume and bass in his voice causes you to flinch, again, and jerk your hand away as if he burned you. Kamden could smell your scent sour slightly in fear and he winces. He didn’t mean to scare you. But he’s afraid of losing control of himself. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to be an omega, and even if you were, he wasn’t supposed to be able to smell you like this. When he became a trainee, they put him on supplements for this very reason. So that he, as an alpha, didn’t get a whiff of a delicious omega scent and become feral. However, being on tour for a month straight, he’d let a few doses slip past him. Between the busy schedule of practicing and performing late into the night and traveling early the next morning, his once steady schedule of taking these supplements had fallen behind. And he’s really starting to regret it. 

At first, the cloudy feeling in his head and the heat in his lower abdomen confused him. He can’t remember the last time he felt these sensations at once — probably when he first began to present, his hormones being uncontrollable when he was going through his second puberty. Back then, he’d been able to fake being sick and isolate himself for a week. But running away and faking illness now would only make you worry for him. And the tightness in his pants is slowly starting to become unbearable. He’s caught between two difficult choices; to stay here and suffer smelling your scent when he feels like he’s dangerously close to popping a knot on his pants like some horny teenager, or to leave right now and risk upsetting you. He feels like both options would change the trajectory of your friendship and he’s not sure there would ever be a way back from either of them. 

Ultimately, he decided that he needed to get out of there. 

He abruptly stands up but he can’t move. Suddenly his feet felt heavy. As if they were bolted to the floor. He doesn’t know why he can’t move — why his feet won’t budge. He needs to leave before he does something the both of you will regret. 

“Where are you going? You just got here.” Kamden doesn’t respond. He doesn’t look at you. Tears well up in your eyes and your scent sours more, becomes bitter. “You’re mad at me.” 

“I’m not!” He sighs. “I’m not mad at you. I just need to leave.” 

Finally, he wills his feet to move. He takes one step before he feels you grabbing him. Your hands wrap around his wrist and you’re trying to pull him back to you, almost selfishly, because you didn’t want him to leave. He just got here! Kamden still doesn’t look at you, but you’re looking at him. Looking for any sign of something. You don’t know what. Part of you is afraid that if he does look at you, you’ll see contempt in his eyes. Like you disgraced him by not telling him you were an omega. You knew that if he looked at you, he’d see something else in your eyes. Tears, mostly. Fear from being afraid of losing him. Silently begging him to stay, apologies, promises that if he stayed you’ll go put scent blockers on right now. But deep down, you felt something else. There’s an uncomfortable stirring in your lower abdomen. One that you can’t exactly explain. One that, weirdly, you feel only Kamden could solve. 

“Why?”

He squeezes his eyes shut. “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

You blink. “Hurt me? Why would you hurt me? You won’t hurt me. Please, sit back down. We can talk about this.” 

Kamden tears his hand away from you. Your hands stay frozen, suspended in the air from where they were holding him. There’s a tingling feeling in your fingertips. His wrist feels like it’s on fire. 

He turns to leave again and you jump up, bolting in front of him to try to stop him with your body. It was ridiculous; he was much bigger than you, stronger, and could easily push you out of his way if he really wanted to leave. But you knew that he wouldn’t. He would never carelessly push you to the side. He’s still avoiding your gaze, even as you try to defiantly make eye contact with him, so you take this time to look him over. It had been five years. His body had changed. Gotten bigger. More…alpha. You trail your eyes down from his handsome face to his neck, unmarked and inviting, though you shouldn’t say that because he is — was? — your best friend, to his slightly more defined chest. His shoulders were wider, too, arms a bit bigger. You couldn’t tell if that was due to him working out or if it was from growing into his alpha stature. Then you let your eyes travel lower, naughtily, all the way down his torso. Truthfully, you just wanted to innocently check him out (could it be so innocent?). You weren’t looking for anything specific. But then you see it and it feels like everything makes sense now. Why he was so urgently trying to get out. 

“Oh my god,” you blurted. “Are you fucking hard?!” 

Kamden immediately tries to cover his, now very obvious, bulge in his pants. Instead, he minorly miscalculated the pressure and ended up squeezing instead of covering. He makes a noise, one in between a moan and a growl rumbling in his chest. His scent spikes again, triggering yours to release pheromones in response. Suddenly, the push-and-pull scent spikes and his eagerness to not touch one another and leave makes sense. He was horny. You can’t help but feel a sense of pride — your scent did this to him. You did this to him. 

He tries to go around you, but you step in front of him again. And again. And again. It became a battle, almost, blocking his way every time he tried to move around you. Kamden was beginning to get frustrated. The tightness in his pants was uncomfortable. He’s so painfully hard that he feels like he’s throbbing. And the more he breathes in your scent, the less he thinks he can control himself. He doesn’t want to make a mistake. He doesn’t want to change your friendship so drastically just because his alpha is trying to do the thinking for him. 

In a last ditch attempt, Kamden tries to gently push you to the side so he can leave. His skin immediately feels like it’s on fire from where he touches you and he immediately retracts his hand. But when he tries to step past you again, you grab his arm and pull. Despite the fact that Kamden is much stronger than you physically, the force of which you pulled him with managed to knock him off balance. The two of you took a tumble; luckily you were still close to the sofa, so you fell onto the cushions before sliding to the floor. You ended up on top of Kamden, trying to pin him down and get him to talk to you, to stay, to do something other than run away from you. There was a struggle as he attempted to push you off of him so he could crawl away on his hands and knees. You grab his ankle and try to pull him back. 

“Please, Kamden, talk to me.” I miss you, you wanted to say. Miss you, need you, want you. Don’t run away from me now. 

The amount of strength you gathered to wrestle Kamden into staying surprised you. But it still wasn’t enough, because just a moment later, you were the one lying on your back, struggling in his grasp as he hovers over you. He grips your wrists and pins them to the floor beside your head.  Your eyes widen and your jaw hangs open. As you look at Kamden, you can see that there’s an unfamiliar look in his eyes. Something dark, but not scary or evil. He still looked like himself, just with a new, dark, wild look in his eyes, though weirdly, you thought that it still looked soft and caring at the same time. A low growl rumbles in his chest again and he bares his teeth. Typically, growling and baring teeth would intimidate you, make you feel small and want to run, but this? This is different. This is Kamden. Your best friend. And even though he has a complete advantage over you, having you pinned beneath him, realistically unable to fight with physical strength alone, you aren’t scared. He would never hurt you. In fact, you’re actually incredibly turned on. You know that your scent must be spiking so much right now. 

The two of you were, quite frankly, in an uncomfortable position. Your legs were tangled awkwardly with one another’s and he was supporting his weight only on his toes and his hands on your wrist, which was beginning to get a little painful. You’re not sure how long you stayed like that, staring intently into each others eyes, but it feels like forever. Then Kamden changes the way he’s positioned and it set your body alight. 

He moves to where he was between your legs now, both of yours on either side of his. And if that wasn’t enough, he rests on his knees and lowers his hips, accidentally rocking his hips forward into yours. You can feel his thick bulge pressing against you but it’s gone as soon as it was there. Still, though, it has the both of you reacting. Kamden couldn’t help but let out a moan and it triggered your scent glands to release pheromones in order to entice him. You wanted to lock your ankles behind his back and pull him forward to grind against you, get him to let out more of those lustful noises, have him nuzzle his face into your neck to inhale your scent as the both of you come. 

“Fuck,” he whispers. He squeezes his eyes shut, the sight of you beneath him, looking up at him with a look that he’s sure mirrored his own, was beginning to get to be too much. He could feel himself slipping away, his sound mind starting to fade to the back and his alpha beginning to stalk forward. 

“Please, Kamden,” you whisper back. Afraid that if you spoke much louder that it would shatter the bubble around the two of you, the tense atmosphere, and he’d run away. 

He turns his head away. “I-I can’t. I don’t…” he sighs. “I don’t want to hurt you. You-You’re too important to me, and I don’t think I could—”

“You won’t hurt me. I’m sure of it, Kamden. You won’t…I trust you. More than anything.” 

He can feel his resolve slipping further and further away. The muscles in his arms are beginning to feel stiff from holding himself above you for so long and he’s not sure how much longer he can hold out if you’re practically begging him to rip your clothes off and fuck you. To claim you as his mate. He needs to make a decision, and he needs to make it fast. “God, what are you doing to me?” 

It was quiet. So low and quiet that you aren’t sure you actually heard him say that until he opens his eyes and the two of you make eye contact. There’s a fierce look in his eyes and almost as soon as you register it as need, he all but pounces on you. 

Electricity buzzes from your toes to your fingertips, all the way up to your mind, making it fuzzy, as Kamden lowers himself. He lets go of your wrists and rests on his forearms now, hips and heavy bulge getting dangerously close to where you want him — and he wants to be — the most. You rock your hips up against him one, two times before he pulls back. You begin to get worried that you did something wrong again. 

“Are you sure?” He asks one last time. Gives you one more chance to back out. But you didn’t want to back out. “Because if I start, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stop.” 

You look at him and tell him firmly, “I don’t want you to stop. I want you to fuck me, Kamden. Alpha.” 

A shiver runs down his spine, making goosebumps appear on his skin and his cock twitch. He leans back, sitting on his knees to unbutton his pants and try to shuffle them down his thighs. You watch him closely, eyes trained on his fingers working. He has nice hands, and you can’t help but think that if the circumstances were different you’d like to feel them inside you. But, much like him, you were too horny and impatient for any of that right now. Only, you weren’t aware just how horny he was. And quite frankly, neither was he aware that he was so close to losing himself. He finally pushes his pants and boxers down and you watch as his cock springs free. It’s thick, heavy, bobbing from suddenly being freed of its confinements and it’s leaking. He was dripping precome, and if you had more time, you’d wonder how he tastes. Or how he feels on your tongue, if your jaw could even open wide enough for him. 

He hisses as you reach out to touch him, hips jerking at the pressure before he pushes your hands away. His fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts, pulling them and your underwear down at the same time. The fabric peels away, leaving a mess of slick all over your pussy and inner thighs. Kamden isn’t sure he’s seen anything so beautiful, so erotic. And with the fabric out of the way, he can smell your scent the strongest from your core. He continues to drag your bottoms down, rather calmly for how close he was to losing his mind. You help him get them off by lifting your hips and legs so he can pull them off and throw them to the side. 

Kamden spreads your folds and stares in awe at the slick leaking out of you. He uses two fingers to gather some, watching as it thickly coats his fingertips. He has half a mind to put his fingers in his mouth, to taste your slick and see if it tastes as good as you smell, but he refrains. Instead, he spreads your slick arousal along his aching length and loosely pumps his fist a few times. The light friction already has his mind reeling; he’s so worked up that he feels so sensitive and reactive, and he’s not entirely sure if he’ll even last long once he finally does fuck you. But that’s neither here nor there, because if he doesn’t do something now, he feels like he might burst at the seams. He puts both of his hands on your legs, pulling you closer and angling your hips so he can have easier access. The sudden movement and strength he used made your heart race (and more arousal to pool out of you.) 

He lets go of one leg and you immediately replace his hands with yours, pulling your knees up closer to your chest. You subconsciously hold your breath as he takes hold of his cock, guiding the tip up and down your slit. It takes everything in you not to rush him every time it catches at your hole, wanting nothing more than for him to push his way inside. Finally, though, Kamden seems to have had enough of his own teasing and begins to properly line himself up. He has to take a few deep breaths to hype himself up to do it. To finally push his cock inside you. 

The feeling is overwhelming. He watches closely as he breaches your entrance. His cockhead is thick, stretching your hole so wide that he can’t help but be amazed. The stretch of Kamden’s dick is unfamiliar to you, but not unwelcome, though it almost feels like it’s too much. It’s thick, heavy, big and you feel like it’s going to split you in half. You let out soft whines as he slowly presses into you, trying to remain relaxed so the slide is easier. 

“Fuck,” he rasps. “So fucking tight.” 

Your pussy is squeezing around him so tightly that he finds it a little hard to move. Had you never fucked your pussy open during your heats before? Was he the first? Or is it just that you’ve never had something this big inside you? Either way, Kamden feels himself slipping away from the front of his mind, his alpha desperate to be the first to ruin you, to breed your omega, to mold your insides to his shape. 

When his cock is fully sheathed inside you, Kamden stops. He notices the way your breathing is labored and wants to give you a moment to adjust to the feeling of being so full. So stretched. You drop your hands, now clawing at the floor beneath you, unable to get a good grip to ground yourself, the sensation being profound and mind-blowing. Your best friend, of all people, was hovering above you with his large alpha cock so deeply in your tight omega cunt. But still, somehow, it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward for you right now. All you could think about was how it feels like you were made to take his dick with how perfectly it fits inside you. 

He leans down on his forearms and nuzzles into your neck. Inhaling, pressing his nose directly to the place where your scent gland is, familiarizing himself with your scent. It’s a bit sweeter now than it was earlier, more vanilla forward, enticing Kamden more than he already had been. He loves the scent of vanilla, and he feels it’s only fitting that you of all people had that natural scent. Your scent is intoxicating and he can’t help but rock his hips against you. Small, insignificant movements that grind his cock ever so slightly against your spongy walls. Your hands fly up to grasp his shoulders, nails lightly digging in through the fabric of his shirt that he still hadn’t taken off. 

“Keep-Keep doing that,” you whine. “More.” 

He ruts his hips into you again, this time with more purpose. Each and every time he moves, he stimulates a new part inside of you that you didn’t even know could feel this way. Your body is burning from the inside out, the feeling of being filled to the brim already beginning to get overwhelming. Kamden isn’t much better — he’s never been squeezed so tightly before, feeling like he can barely move. It’s such a tight fit that he’s not sure if—. No, he can’t think about that right now. The thought makes his cock twitch, which elicits a moan from you. 

The first real thrust feels like it punches the air out of you. Kamden changes his angle, propping himself up in a more comfortable way (though how comfortable can you really be after a while on the floor?) and he finally moves his hips. More than just subtle grinding. He pulls out until just the tip is all that’s left and pushes all the way into you at once. It knocks the air out of your lungs, leaving you gasping and squirming beneath him. He sets a slow and steady rhythm of thrusting all the way to the hilt and pulling out to just the tip. 

He grasps your legs again, pulling you impossibly closer and lifting your hips. The new angle shifts his length inside you, making him repeatedly rub against your sweet spot. He quickens his pace, the sound of skin slapping and lewd squelching from your slick getting louder as he does. Each sharp thrust jostles your body, and if it weren’t for the hold he has on your thighs, you’re sure you’d be sliding uncomfortably. But you’re not, because he’s got a tight grip on your thighs, holding them open and lightly digging his fingernails into them and leaving crescent-moon-shaped marks in their place. Almost as if he were afraid that if he were to let go even the slightest bit that you’d run away from him. Like he’s been waiting for so long to be able to have you like this. 

And unbeknownst to you, he has. For years, he yearned for you. Even when there were other omegas throwing themselves at him, he still held out hope that, maybe, even if you didn’t present as an omega, you’d still give him a chance. Now that he has the opportunity, he’s not letting it slip away from him. If that means that he has to hold you this tightly so that he knows it’s real and not one of his many dreams, then so be it. This may be the only time he gets to have you like this, so he’s not going to let it go to waste. 

Not that he has much of a choice, with his mind being clouded entirely by lust and instinct. You just smell so good, and your pussy is so warm and tight. Feels like it’s made for his cock. Though he’s not sure if you can handle his fat knot — not that he’s ever tried to knot someone before. He always managed to have good enough control over himself, but with you, he can feel that control slipping further and further away. All he wants to do is put you in the mating press and shove his cock so deeply inside you that you’re properly knotted and bred, maybe even sink his teeth into your neck to claim you as his mate. 

Kamden gets so lost in his thoughts that he hasn’t realized that he had moved his hands and begun to press your knees closer to your chest. The angle lifts your hips even further, giving him access to get deeper inside you. He’s so deep that it feels like his tip is breaching your womb. Your back arches at the feeling, head rolling back and exposing your neck. The vanilla scent feels like it gets much stronger, and Kamden can’t help but lean down, nuzzling into your neck yet again. This position pushes your legs even further apart, almost uncomfortably so. He lets go of the backs of your knees, propping himself up on his palms, and you let your legs slide down his torso and rest on his hips. 

His thrusts get a bit sloppy, losing their rhythm, beginning to pathetically rut into you at a quicker pace. It gets harder for him to move as his knot begins to swell up at the base of his cock, trying to lock him in place inside you. Neither of you realize just how close he is to finishing until he’s there. His knot swells and stretches your cunt around him until it couldn’t anymore, keeping him inside. He still tries to rock his hips, although it’s rather difficult, and his fat knot constantly rubbing against your sweet spot has you clenching around him even tighter. You’ve never felt so full before, he’s never been squeezed so tightly, but somehow it feels perfect. 

With him being stuck, for lack of better words, inside you, he couldn’t help but come just as deeply. You feel his warm release flooding your insides, his knot pulsing as he pumps you full of his cum. The feeling triggers your own release, muscles spasming and contracting around him, which in turn milks him dry. He shoves his face deeper into your neck, taking in the way your scent smells. It’s intoxicating. His teeth ache to sink into your skin and claim you as his mate, to leave his mark so that everyone knows you’re his, even when he’s far away. But there’s something deep inside him holding him back, despite feeling like he’s no longer in control of his body. So he settles for grazing his teeth on your skin. 

He nips and scrapes his sharp teeth against your neck, enough to have your mind reeling, but not enough to bite down and claim you. You whimper and whine, baring your neck for him, silently begging him to do it. But he won’t. Not yet. Kamden loves you, he does, and he wants you as his mate, but he would like to do it properly and not in a lust-induced haze. Not when he’s two seconds away from losing himself entirely to his alpha, which isn’t saying much because he’s about ninety-eight percent there and has been for a while. If he were of sound mind and thinking logically, Kamden wouldn’t be in this position with you like this — if his mind wasn’t clouded, he wouldn’t be knotting his best friend on her living room floor and fighting his instinct to leave his bite mark on her neck, but here he is, doing exactly that. All because he hadn’t been taking his supplements like he should, you forgot your scent blockers and you smell oh so good.

It’s been a while since Kamden has popped a knot, so he severely underestimates how long it takes for it to go down enough to be able to pull out. When he shifts to a more comfortable position and his hips move, it pushes his knot further into your cunt. He’s so deep it feels like he’s centimeters away from breaching your womb with the tip of his cock. The two of you are connected at the center most part of your bodies and if it weren’t for your shirts, you’d be pressing bare skin to skin from your head to your toes. 

He’s still pushing his face into your scent gland, inhaling so much of your natural scent that it feels intoxicating. He feels hypnotized by the way it draws him in — just how ironic is it that his best friend of all people is an omega and smells like his favorite scent? Growing up, he always mentioned how much he liked the vanilla smell of your favorite ice cream shops and bakeries, and here you are with that being your natural scent. Only a bit spicier. It’s unique, Kamden thinks, and it suits you. It draws him in. It led him to where he is now, fully sheathed inside you and being milked of all his come from your tight pussy squeezing around him. He can’t move, and honestly, he’s not sure he even wants to. 

Even as his knot begins to go down and his painfully hard cock starts to soften, he doesn’t want to pull out. He would stay inside you forever if it meant getting to have you. Part of him worries that once he pulls out, it’ll all be over and you’ll never want to acknowledge this again. But another part, the more feral and prominent part of him just doesn’t want to pull out of your hole that just sucked him in so well. Welcomed him like it was meant to be there. He wanted to stay connected like this as long as possible.

He huffs and tries to push his hips further into you, but had no luck because he was already buried to the hilt. Skin to skin, pelvic bones touching. There’s no way he could get any deeper, but he still tries, and it causes the both of you to cry out. 

“No more,” you whine, voice a little hoarse from before. “Sensitive.”

Kamden doesn’t respond. Not verbally, at least. Instead, he shoves his hands under your back and leans back, pulling you to sit on his lap as sits up on his knees. The sudden movement caused you to squeal and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders for support. This angle, despite already being as deep inside you as he possibly could, shifts him in a way that rubs against you just right. His half-hard cock twitches in interest as you whimper and clench around him, but you shake your head and nuzzle into his neck. 

You try to lift off of him, but your legs are so shaky that you couldn’t even hold your own body weight up. He uses his grip around you to gently lift you up and you both sigh at the feeling. His dick falls limply against his thigh as he pulls out and a disgusting glob of cum drips out of your quivering hole. You all but collapse against him in exhaustion. Much like he had been earlier, you shove your nose directly against the scent gland in his neck, inhaling. Because finally, finally, you could really smell it. It’s strong, woody and earthy, and you can’t help but think that it mixes perfectly with yours as the two of you embrace like this. 

He grunts and moves you around yet again. Only this time to maneuver the both of you to lie on the sofa rather than remain kneeling on the hard floor. Even in this dazed state, he could feel the ache in his knees from this position and he could only imagine your back felt the same from laying there for god knows how long. 

The two of you lie there in silence for a while, catching your breath and basking in the moment you’d both been longing for for a while without the other knowing. But the silence doesn’t last long, because once you feel Kamden’s dick twitching as it begins to erect you can’t help but laugh. Not mockingly, but somewhat in disbelief and humor. Lying there entangled with you after what you had just done, without even cleaning up, Kamden was getting hard again. 

“Again?” You asked, amused. “What, are you some dumb alpha in rut now? Losing your mind over your best friend being an omega?” 

A low growl vibrates your chest where it’s pressed to Kamden’s own and you gasp. You barely have time to react before he swiftly turns the two of you over, face pressed against the cushions of your sofa and hips up in the air. Your pretty pussy was still glistening with slick, almost as if it were enticing him, inviting him back in. His cock stands at attention now, eager to be squeezed by your perfect hole again. The thought makes your heart race. 

Somehow, you feel like you won’t be able to wiggle your way out of this one. Like he won’t be satisfied until he’s sure you’re properly mated and bred with his pups. Which, quite frankly, you wouldn’t mind. As long as it’s him.