BE NATURAL

older omega/younger alpha

human/vampire

mars colonization

virgin student/teacher

warlock/supernatural creature

Following suit by taking his shoes off before heading in, Harry followed in behind Jaejoong. “Hey, don’t talk smack about my lil’ baby here,” he teased back, smiling down at the little gift, “Yeah, beer sounds good, thanks,” he nodded, “Cute place, Jae,” he called, looking around the place while the other busied himself with getting drinks, “Mine looks like the leftover rubble from an earthquake right now,’ he snorted, “It’s Laundry Day tomorrow,” he explained, “Have you been on your own for long?” he asked conversationally, curious to see what Jaejoong’s bedroom looked like but he figured all good things to those who waited.

"The little baby is a disgrace to all carnival prizes. You should’ve let me gone again, putting the cap at fifteen dollars per booth was a terrible idea.” So maybe Jae had gone a little crazy trying to win something just as nice as the bear he had gotten, but he was competitive, tunnel vision prize mode, and in the end probably spent more time losing than actually winning. At least he got a two dollar bear out of it. “So mental note to never take up your offer on going back to you place.” He joked back with a little snort, retrieving two coronas from the fridge and popping them open with the fridge handle. “I’ll give you the unofficial Jae Frat Pad tour if you really want it.” He stepped back into the living room with the two beers, offering one to Harry. “Uh-- yeah, since the ripe old age of eighteen. So around seven years. You?”

open to - boyfriend/girlfriend, fwb. tops preferred

“Oh come on, that is not fair,” Cyrus had looked up from his book, only to find the other standing in his doorway in clothing - or the lack there of - that was clearly meant to tease him. He huffed and sat up against the pillow, half-glaring at them as he put his book on the nightstand and crossed his arms over his chest, not amused one bit. “I told you I’m still sore from last night, that I can’t go again this morning, but then you come out of the shower looking like that? What are you trying to do, make sure I can’t walk the rest of the day?”

        sione moved like a dark cloud out of his office, quiet yet domineering, all the way to cameron’s desk. about five times a day he seriously prepared himself to fire the useless twat. about five times a day, he remembered exactly why he hadn’t yet. it was obvious from the stormy look in his eyes that sione was in another one of his conflicted states of mind.

       ❛ ———really, i can appreciate how difficult it must be for an empty headed bimbo to do anything but sit there uselessly,” sione interrupted, pressing the switch hook unapologetically. “but i have things to do and your voice is terribly grating. did you even bother to print out those expense reports yet?❜

The blond watched his boss move like a snake ready to pounce on prey, eyes narrowed and his body tense in the fresh pressed suit-- That Cam, by the way-- had picked up for him that morning. If anything, Sione should thank him for all that Cam did. Dry cleaning, snacks for the break room, fresh ink-- It time out of the secretary’s day and was he thanked, ever? No. The phone line suddenly cut off, Cameron leaning forward. “H--Hello-- Hey--,” There was a little frown on the man’s brow, ready to snap. “That was my roommate, by the way. Now I’m gonna’ have to call him back later.” He all but whined out.

The bathroom was practically a sauna, glass doors steaming from the hot water. Long day and long hours rolling off his shoulders with every second., hands running over his body in absolute bliss. He didn’t hear the man come up, not until he heard the glass doors sliding, Lincoln looking over his shoulder. “Didn’t know you were here.”

He wasn’t the type to masturbate, there was something too selfish in the act for Lincoln to ever please himself that way. But today, of all days, he had his jeans unbuttoned, briefs spotted with just how wet he was and he gave in, running a hand through the fabric until the door came wide open and Lincoln sat up, palm over his pussy and eyes wide. “God-- Fuck, don’t you know how to knock.”

It was his first heat since being turned, stuck with the slick lubrication every time his alpha came around, scent like a ton of bricks hitting his senses. A little frown came onto Reagan’s brow when asked how his day was, fully aware the alpha could smell it on him. “I’m horny. Literally all day.”

“I’m glad - I was worried it might not be your thing,” Harry smiled, his hands in his pockets, his much smaller bear tucked under his arm, “I - Um -” he scratched the back of his neck, looking at the door beside them and then back to Jaejoong, not knowing if it was appropriate or not but Jaejoong just looked so cute with the teddy bear he’d won for him so before he could reason with himself, he found himself saying, “Yeah, sure, lead the way.”

“No, no, It was fun--” Jaejoong had a large teddy bear in his arms, the man across from him with a, objectively, much smaller one, but AJ was never very good at throwing discs onto bottles. “I haven’t gone out in a really long time. Do you wanna’ come in for a sec?”

possible plot: cameron is literally the worst secretary/assistant ever but he’s too pretty to be fired and let’s his boss fuck him any time the man wants and wears tight clothes and shows off and gets away with everything (but this could be the “last straw” and his boss “disciplines him”)