#aob

It was quite the shocker to well- everyone, but you paid it no mind. You had only one goal in mind and that was making money. You were there because you were damn good at your job and no one else could tell you otherwise. And besides, despite being Choso Kami’s secretary, he barely paid you a lick of attention which was usually perfect, except this time he seemed to be avoiding you all together.

“Y/N, my coffee.”

“Here you go sir. Just the way you like it with extra hazelnut. I also got you that matcha with caramel drizzle you mentioned the other day- almond milk of course.”

“Alright. You can go now.” Those tired eyes glanced up at you once before looking back down to the neat stack of paperwork on his desk. All organized by priority by you. You hum before turning on your heel to walk back to your desk right outside of his office, the large glass making it easy to see you and vise versa. He waited until the door closed to stare at you. Smile appearing on your face once another familiar face popped into view that he recognized to be Satoru Gojo.

The annoying, loud alpha who managed the marketing department. He watched curiously at the way Satoru seemed so comfortable enough with you to lean on your desk, eyes the color of the ocean pouring into yours.

He scoffs, fingers pressing the button on the machine connected to your desk, “Y/N.” His voice deep, spooking you. You apologize quickly to Satoru before coming into the big office. “Sir?”

Sir. The way it rolled off your tongue had Choso tapping his fingers against his desk, still refusing eye contact. “I’d like another matcha, thank you.”

“Yes sir. I’ll go grab you one from the coffee room-“

“From that shop that I like.”

“…Alright sir leave it to me.” He watched you scurry away, letting out a breath he didn’t notice he held in. The sudden smell of rosemary filling his nose.

Many of your colleagues wondered how the hell you got the job in the first place. All omega’s who typically fawned over the CEO, taking the time to flash their scents at him (and clouding the fuck out of his nose, while he couldn’t smell them, he could feel the intensity of them), were usually ignored.

It all started six months ago. You sat across from the tired-looking alpha, palms sweating as he reviewed your resume. Hand in the palm of his hands, humming curiously at the words. “Impressive.” He murmurs, setting the paper down on the polished wooden surface of his desk. Clasping his hands together, Choso- no, Mr.Kamo quirks a brow over at you.

“I don’t hire omegas to work with me this closely.”

“But you’ve chosen to interview me, sir.”

A small smirk appears in the corner of his lips, just slight. His tired eyes loc with yours, pretty. You carried yourself well, and most of all, you wanted the big bucks, and what job paid more than working for the Itadori business? Plenty, but compared to your former jobs, this one was a steal. Besides, you knew all about Choso Kamo’s “omega problem.”

“It says you can’t detect alpha pheromones. You may well be a beta.”

“I am not, sir. “ You cough, “It’s true I can’t detect alpha pheromones, which makes this setting ideal for me considering my experience. I won’t be able to smell you, and you won’t be able to smell me.”

Choso Kamo had a pheromone problem.

It wasn’t really a secret- more so he kept away from omegas who were wildly drawn to his scent, and it was speculated. He was even cautious around you, but there were times where he just..couldn’t.

The elevator incident 𐙚 .

“You have a meeting with Mr.Sukuna at 4 today, and there’s a dinner hosted by the company data and analytics department you’ve been invited to. Should I reject the invitation? Data and analytics is mainly ran by omegas. Oh-! There’s also a letter for you from Mr. Yuji, and fragrant department has a new sample they want your approval or disapproval on-“

“Are you…wearing perfume?” His voice cuts through the tense air of the elevator. The tension quickly filling back in as you pause the look-through of the documents in your hand.

“No sir-“

“Rosemary.” He sniffs the air, a soft hum lingering on his tongue. Choso felt an unfamiliar heat to his body, a soft blush coating his cheeks. The air felt light yet suffocating, his heart beating louder than usual out of his chest.

“…I dont understand what you mean sir.” You frown, hand bringing your arm up to your nose to take a sniff. If anything you smelled like your soap. “And i’m not picking up anything.”

But Choso wasn’t crazy (maybe a little) His hand grazes the hair on your head before pulling your head close to his body. Nose buried in your hair (maybe more than a little), he sighs, “I’m sure of it, it’s all over you. Right here,” And his face lowers to the spot below your ear to sniff, “here,” until his face was in front of yours. Never before had you ever been this close to Choso, not like this. And it was unprofessional! How long was the damn elevator running for?!

You place your hands on his chest, and you finally look at him. Flushed cheeks, sweat lightly beading his forehead, the loose strands of his pulled back hair sticking to his skin. He panted, breath fanning against your face. The elevator suddenly felt small with how close his lips were to yours. Your boss?! The Ceo of Idatori Co?! The rumors! “S-Sir…” What was this, some kdrama?

Your thighs squeeze together. The space felt heavy. “Hahh..” His forehead touches yours, “Something may be wrong… cancel my meeting.”

Choso took a step back, gasping suddenly as he covered his nose. The elevator dinged, and he left before you. “Sir-“ but he was out of your sights. Unbeknownst to you, Choso sat in his car, hand dripping in your scent while his cock sprang free. The sensitive pink dripping tip hit the small of his stomach before his eyes rolled back, a soft groan leaving his lips as he grabbed it by the base.

The work party 𐙚 .

“Sir- are you sure you’re comfortable being here? There’s plenty omegas.” The soft pout on your pretty lips made Choso’s heart thump. You were so cute. He hums, looking over your concerned face while he leaned on his hand. His thumb glides over your cheek before patting your head. Weirdo.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” He turns away, his hand gone just as quick as it got there. You had doubt for his words, and as his secretary you wanted the absolute best ( bust also nothing outside of your pay rate). “…Alright.” You murmur, watching those plump lips take a shot. Choso Kamo was…interesting. It was different, the way he interacted with other alphas and betas. A smile lit up his face. Ugh, work conversations-

“Y/Nnnnnn, have a drink with me!” Satoru Gojo. The white haired alpha that everyone in his department wanted a piece of. It wasn’t a lie that the man was beautiful. It was definitely understandable. He plops down into the seat in front of you, long legs touching yours underneath the table. “Cmon pretty boy, let’s celebrate you surviving being our darling boss’ secretary.” He winks over at Choso whose attention was now on the both of you.

“I can’t. I’m driver tonight for Mr.Kamo.” You shake your head, not being able to help the laugh that leaves your lips at the frown he makes.

Huh. He only ever laughs around Satoru.

Choso didn’t let things bother him, useless things couldn’t touch him. But the grip on his shot glass said differently, he reaches over your body, glass set in front of Satoru. “I’ll toast with you instead.”

“And don’t worry, I’ll only drink a little.” He smiles. Fresh pine fills your nose, making your body shudder. The feeling of a rainy day spent inside suddenly engulfs you. Your eyes wide as you stare at the muscular arm in front of you.

The alcohol fills Choso’s glass, the two alphas staring at each other with a shared thought. Except Satoru’s grin was wide, glasses clinking. “To Mr.Secretary.”

Choso looks down at you, to your eyes, down to your lips. Your mouth agape as you took in the scent.

“To my secretary.”

𐙚

“It’s late, come inside with me.” Choso stands alongside you at his home, his big home. His face flushed and red as he stared down at you.

“It’s alright sir, I can get back just fine. And besides, it’s the weekend so I’d rather you enjoy your time off than be worried about me in your home….and you’re drunk.”

“I wouldn’t have asked if that was the case.” And then he chuckles. “And I’m not drunk, Two shots isn’t enough to get me down.” Fresh pine and early rain. You stare at him in confusion, at his expression, confused with the smell, and confused with the sudden jump in your heart.

“Sir, is that a new cologne you’re wearing?”

“Hm? No it’s the same one. Let’s get inside before it starts raining.”

“It’s going to rain?” And he laughs. “You didn’t know?”

“No sir-“

“Let’s go inside.”

The interior of Choso Kamo’s home was different than anything you’d ever expected from your boss. It was warm and cozy, hues of deep orange and other warm tones chimed in with green. The carpet soft, little lights littering the home. It made you feel like you were in a different world.

And as the rain poured down, you sat with Choso Kamo on his couch, nervously palming the material of the borrowed shorts- his shorts, his clothes on your body, his scent. Fresh pine and early rain. Your face flushed, thighs squeezing together. Curious eyes glance over at you, “You’re tense. Are you nervous?”

You nod. Choso felt closer, his body heat colliding with yours, and you tremble. His thumb grazes your lip, so close, and he leans in. Your face flushes, gasp leaving your body at the sudden nose buried into your neck. “Rosemary.” He murmurs softly, hand grazing your hip.

“I like the way you smell, Mr.Secretary.”

“I..think you smell fairly nice as well sir-“

“Drop the formalities. We’re not at work.” His hand trails further up the soft skin, to your hip. “A-alright..”

“My name.” The warmth of his breath fanned against your neck and you whine. The pads of his fingers touching the hot skin of your stomach. “S-Sir?” The way his mouth moved against your neck- you wanted more. Your cock twitched in the shorts, heart beating fast. But Choso could hear everything. The small sounds, the whimpers, the nervousness.

“Call me Choso.” Tell me you want me, I want you so badly.

“Choso.” He moans against your neck, biting down softly. His hands all over your trembling body, wet kisses littering your skin. His nose inhaling your sweet sweet scent, “That’s it pretty boy say my name.” Teeth grazing the skin before he sits up between your legs, panting.

Your face flushed, the bulge in your shorts winking at the man above you. “C-Choso-“ Your hands find the softness of the couch as your hips buck. Heart pounding in your chest. This wasn’t the plan- the rumors- your money! “Please..”

It was hot, the pants coming from the alpha flooding your ears alongside your heartbeat. “Use your words, Mr.Secretary.” You watch as Choso lifts his shirt off his body, sweat glistening on his chest- his body so toned, and another twitch of your cock.

“Down there…fuck- fuck me.” His scent flooded your nose, clouding your mind. Your head leans back into the cushion, hips bucking once more as you whine. “Please, I can’t-“

“Good boy.” Rosemary kissed his skin, fingers worked your pretty legs out of the shorts and underwear, the material drenched as you leaked onto the surface of the couch. “Fuck, you drive me insane.” Your scent. He hated everytime Satoru even dared to speak to you.

Fingers felt hot on your skin as Choso held your legs up with one hand, the other one making it down to that sweet puckering hole, winking at him as you dripped. You whine, “Sir please.”

“You’re dripping, Mr.Secretary.” His thick fingers graze over the sensitive skin, gathering up your slick before a thick finger pushes it back in. The nasty squelch echoing throughout the room. “So fucking wet for me..” Choso bites back the moan that threatened to spill as he slipped in another finger, “Taking my fingers so well- hahhh…. you want it?” You nod quickly, eyes squeezing shut. And his fingers curl, “Y-Yes please.”

“Wanna be filled?” His mouth watered, another finger slipping into your dripping mess. “Yes- yes!” Faster. The loud whimper going straight to the strain in Choso’s pajama pants, while your legs shook. “Right there- fuck yes.”

Your hand grabs at your twitching cock, stroking fast to match with Choso’s pace of his fingers fucking into your slutty hole. “S-Sir-“

“Choso.” Another brush on that sweet sweet sensitive spot inside of you had you gripping your cock tightly, your body jolting. “Cho- mmpph! M’cumming—!” A loud sharp cry is ripped from your throat, your poor pathetic cock jerking at the sudden cool in your stomach, thick white ropes of warm cum spilling across your tummy as fresh pine filled your nose. His fingers slip from your hole with a slight pop !

You stare as his tongue wraps around his fingers, closing his eyes to enjoy the taste. The taste of you. He pulls your legs down to wrap around his waist, hard dripping cock springing free. “S’big S-Choso..” He leans down to kiss your chin, before colliding his lips with yours- finally. The breathe of relief that escapes him was almost comical had you not also sighed like you were waiting for it. He sucked on your tongue, your lips. His tongue explored the warmth of your mouth, the sticky mess on your stomach smearing while his biggggg dick rubbed against yours.

“W-Wait- Condom-“ You wriggled against him, the friction clouding your mind. Flooded with his scent- his scent, once unfamiliar to you, the rawness of this- all of it. You’re rubbing dicks with your boss!

He looks down at you for a moment, “You don’t want to take me raw?” And he had the nerve to look sad. “It’s just a safety precaution, Choso…sir.” you cough, looking away.

“You’ve seen my papers, I’m clean.” And he sulks.

“…I’m an omega sir, just because you can’t smell my pheromones doesn’t mean I can’t get pregnant. Condom.”

But Choso smelled something. He groans as he sits up, bringing your body with him. “Bedroom we go then, Mr.Secretary.”

The room filled with Rosemary and Pine. Hard rain knocking against the large windows that mimicked the ones from Choso’s office. The creak of the bed echoed throughout the room. “O-Ohhh- oh fuck s-sir! Right there…yesss right there.” The slick covering Choso’s dick made it easier for him to slip deeper inside of you, hitting that spot and further everytime. You hiccuped, tears staining your cheeks at just how good it felt, how warm your body felt covered in his pheromones. Suffocating.

The scent drowning you. His hands gripped the softness of your skin, pulling your hips back while he rutted into you. “S..Satoru could never have you- nghh- like this.” Satoru? You burry your face into the pillow that you gripped so hard, your sensitive cock slapping against your stomach with each thrust, pre cum joining the mess below your bodies.

“My Secretary.” Thrust ! “Mine.” Thrust ! Each snap of his hips sent you shaking, and you weren’t even in heat. Yet the cloud of fresh pine awakened something inside of you that you’ve never felt before. Babbling mess into the pillow, the repeated palp palp palp’s sent you shaking again, your cock coating the sheets.

Choso’s body leaned over your own, the arch of your back arching further. Surrounded by condom wrappers and lube. The amount of bite marks and hickies on your skin confirmed any rumor people had to say about your relationship with the CEO. Your eyes flutter, mouth wide open as you pant. “S’hot Choso..” His hand wraps around your neck, tilting his your back. This position…fuck you felt him slipping deeper inside of you. Condom full of cum didn’t stop the man’s ragged breath above you as he fucked into you. “Wanna cum inside.” He whines against your ear. Wanna cum inside you and claim you better than Satoru could ever imagine.

“Cum….c-cum in me-“

Because Satoru could not have you, Choso wouldn’t dare let that happen. He pulls out with a messy pop, your hole squeezing around nothing as you hear him take the condom off with shlick. His dick slipping back into that heat, raw, the rosemary filling his senses as he shoots those strings of cum deep into your womb.

The run for the matcha was a short one. You close the door quietly behind you as you entered Choso’s office, biting on your lip nervously as you set the drink down. “…Your matcha, sir.”

“Thank you, Mr.Secretary.” His eyes lock with yours before tilting his head. “Have a seat.”

“Oh? What for-“

A vibration and soft ping on your Pip-boy stirs you from nap. Your mind foggy arm lifting heavily as you look at the lit up screen and green letters.

‘Congratulations, you’ve been accepted to the marriage mart!’

You blink, reread it again to make sure you’re not imagining things. Your door bursts open and a an all too happy Lucy comes in with big brown eyes and a bigger grin. She holds up her Pip-Boy reading the same message as she rushes over and plops down on the bed beside you.

“We’re getting married!” She says excitedly and you frown.

“Well not us together obviously, I mean someone from vault 32!” She adds happily kicking her feet. It’s too early for this. It’s the afternoon, but, it’s too early for this.

“Oh come on! It’s exciting!” She groans when you don’t react like she wants. You sigh at her dramatics. For a Beta she’s always high in emotions.

“Thought you were the calm the one?” You tease before yawning and stretching.

“Were you napping?” She looks guilty quickly.

“It’s ok, the notification woke me up” she relaxes a bit at your words and nods.

“So?” She drags on wiggling her eyebrows.

“So what?” You poke her cheek making her laugh.

“What do you think! Marriage! Ugh I’m so excited, finally able to do something other than cousin stuff!” She rolls on her back and sighs heavily.

“Lucy as much as I admire your healthy sexual appetite and willingness to discuss it, I don’t wanna know” you snort out shaking your head.

“Oh come on, you can’t judge me, you won’t even look a man!” She exclaims.

“Have you seen the men here?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Well… I mean, Chet’s handsome” she says and you raise an eyebrow.

“He’s also thicker than these vault walls” you say and she gasps and slaps you making you giggle.

“He is a nice male!” She rolls her eyes.

“And you always come back telling me how boring he is” you point out making her groan.

“Doesn’t matter, what matters is we’re getting married!” She jumps up making you sigh, too much energy.

“Come on let’s go tell Dad!” She drags you out of bed gently, always mindful in her over eagerness, it makes you smile softly as you let her drag you out of your room and to your dad’s overseer office.

Once there your father beams at you both, opening his arms and hugging you both tightly.

“Ah my big grown girls” he sighs and kisses both your foreheads.

“So tell me how do you feel?” He grins mainly looking at Lucy. Your stomach clenches a bit, but you ignore it, Lucy was always the favourite child, eager, bright, happy, willing, the perfect child. Norman less so, and you, well you got the worst end of the stick. Ever since you were born you’d been a problem, health wise anyway, plus a natural born omega you spent more time in the clinic than you did anywhere else. It was easier before, young and naive. Your dad… well he was less inclined to help his disabled omega daughter and focus on his beta children. You listen to Lucy’s excitement, nodding or agreeing slightly to seem in the conversation. Truth be told, you’re terrified.

You stand at the vault gate, the numbers 32 blocked on there. Chet fumbles, he loves Lucy even though it’s a well known rule about cousins to not form relationships. Lucy consoles him, ever the good daughter, looking pretty in her wedding dress. What did you get? A vault suit, a slightly cleaner one. You’re not angry, maybe a little bit, your wedding day, you somehow imagined it better than this and wearing some form of white instead of blue and yellow. At least your make ups done and your hair looks nice. The alarm rings and the gate slides open with a loud noise. Vault 32 overseer steps in, an older woman with dark hair.

“Welcome to vault 33 I am overseer Hank Maclean” your father introduces. The woman smiles and nods.

“Overseer Lee Maldaver” she nods.

“We’re so sorry to hear what happened to the previous overseer and your crops, as promised we bring you grain” he gestures to the boxes.

“Thank you, in exchange we provide you with two breeders” two men walk out. One with an easy smile and brown hair, the other with a stern look and shaved head. They’re not… unattractive, just, different. Lucy forces a smile.

“Hi. I’m Lucy” she greets ever with a beaming smile.

“Monty” the easy going smile man nods. The bald headed man looks you up and down and you swallow a bit finding yourself taking a hesitant step back. A hands on your back, your father there to stop you from escaping as he introduces you.

“Gordon” the man grunts. You take a shaky breath, there scents are weird, no normal suppressed medicated betas, this is different, stronger, alphas? There’s very few alphas in the vault due to domination issues. Now that you focus the overseer smells like an alpha too, different as well.

“Shall we?” Your father beams.

Lucy goes first. Exchanging vows, kissing her husband. Then you, with less excitement and an awkward kiss that makes you want to throw up. There’s dancing, music and jello cake. It should be perfect. Vault 32 is a little weird, you notice none of them have their scents suppressed, is it different in vault 32? It’s a requirement in vault 33 avoiding unwanted smells and instincts that come with designations. Cant have a bunch of omegas getting emotional and nesty as your father says. You sit and listen to Lucy as she chats with her new husband, asking some rather private questions that make you choke on your jello cake while she just shrugs. When you dance you try to not freeze on the spot, your husbands hands are big, rough and uncomfortable, his scent is like dirt and off leather? You can’t place it. It isn’t nice.

“Show me our house” it isn’t a question, there’s no please or thank you just a gruff demand. You nod awkwardly and notice Lucy is already gone. You glance at your father who gives you a thumbs up before you’re awkwardly leading Gordon to your newly assigned home. Everything is new and smells like cleaner. There’s a gift basket on the table.

“This is it” you shrug awkwardly. Gordon grunts walks in and starts eating.

“Well I’m gonna freshen up” you chuckle nervously and rush to the bathroom. You sigh once in there, running a hand down your face smudging your mascara. You wipe it off and have a shower, trying to ignore your new husband and alpha. Once you’re finished you dress again in the same vault suit, you leave the bathroom and look at Gordon who is currently testing the bed while grunting.

“So, Gordon, tell me about vault 32” you try to make conversation but it doesn’t go very well. He looks at you and shrugs.

“Well what was your jobs?” You ask.

“Stuff” he replies. Stuff? That’s it? Is he like Chet? Just less good looking.

“Okay” you mumble and decide to sit on the other side of the bed.

“I’m gonna read for a bit” you grab a random book and sit down again. Thankfully he’s too busy being weird. Testing the water, the bed, eating food. The lights begin to dim and you feel your anxiety heighten. Everyone knows what happens on the marriage night, you’re not stupid. You ignore it, well Gordon, as you lie down on your side and pray he doesn’t try anything.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“Sleeping” you answer. He snarls, actually snarls and suddenly you’re turned onto your back with an angry alpha above you. You thought his scent was bad before, it’s worse now, angry and flared out, cloying your senses. You struggle against him, but he’s big and strong, and you while big are not strong. He tears your vault suit by the zipper.

“No, please, no stop!” You panic as he snarls and tears. Your vault suit is thrown off before you’re pinned to the bed again. He leans down by your neck and breathes deeply. You whimper and panic, you shudder and tense as a gross hot tongue licks your neck. You’re shaking trying to push him off as he squeezes your breasts too tightly and pinches your nipples to cause pain. You cry out in pain and he just smirks, he tears your tank top off before you hear a shot go off. You see a syringe in his back and he goes limp. Your name is yelled and you see Lucy rushing over, tugging the alpha off.

“Hey! Hey you’re ok I’m here” she hugs you tightly ignoring your lack of clothes.

“We’re gonna get you dressed and go ok?” She pulls back and you nod. You notice blood on her dress and freeze.

“I’m ok! I used a stimpack” she says and you relax a bit. You grab another vault suit from the wardrobe while Lucy keeps watch. You hear shots, screams, your brain and body goes into survival mode. You follow Lucy, ignoring the gore, ignoring the loud bangs and cries. She’s looking for Norman, you’re both looking for Norman. You find him being grabbed by a vault 32 person. Lucy shoots her before hiding Norman. You see your father go to you both and attack a man coming up behind you, drowning him in the pickle barrel. You just stare, unable to say anything at the carnage. Your Pip-Boys ping a location in the vault and you look at Lucy who looks at your father before you’re moving past the gore and to the location. You hold breath, people lined up on their knees, Steph, Chet, Betty and others.

“Raiders” Lucy whispers as you look to the so called overseer.

“Life’s full of choices Hank” overseer Maldaver says.

“Please” your father mutters shaking his head.

“Them, or them” she points to you and Lucy then the ones kneeling. Your father looks at you and you frown.

“Dad?” You question seeing tears in his eyes as he herds you both into a nearby room. He presses his fingers to his lips then to the door before he’s being knocked down.

“No! Let him go! Dad!” Lucy yells as you stare with wide eyes and shaky hands. The rooms muffled, you watch as raiders take your father away and then the rest of vault 33 runs away.

“Lucy-“ you grab her as the bomb goes off. You both duck and hide behind some shelves, the heat blasting the room, but the door holds.

He’s gone. Your father is gone. Raiders took him, raiders got into the vault. 33 cleans up, assess damages, fixes things. Your mind is… numb in times of crisis, you move like a robot helping your sister while others grieve. A meeting is held, Betty, Woody and Reg at the podium. People are arguing and chattering. Reg and Woody subtly fighting for the microphone.

“I’d like suggest something” Lucy stands up and you frown standing up to as silent support.

“Yes Lucy” Betty smiles.

“We form a search party and look for my dad” she says. There’s silence for a beat, then laughter. You frown watching people laugh. You hold Lucy’s hand and she gives it a squeeze.

“No, absolutely not it is not safe and we have problems here already” Betty says making your frown deepen. Lucy sits down tugging you with her, her hand squeezing yours almost painfully.

You lie in your room. Lucy beside you as you both stare at the ceiling.

“We need to get him” she says.

“How Luce?” You sigh.

“We go to the surface” she says and you frown.

“You and me” she sits up a determined look on her face.

“Lucy I’m not…” she cuts you off.

“You are, you’re my sister I don’t care what anyone else says I… I need you with me. Please” she turns and looks at you with big pleading brown eyes.

“Ok” you whisper.