#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-“

The first time you ever saw the master chief he was intimidating to say the least. He was big in all that armour and menacing as were the other Spartans but the master chief held an aura around him. After Dr. Halsey disappeared and the Spartans returned from the covenants planet things were changing. Master chief had returned unconscious, Kai didn’t know what happened to him apparently he just slumped at the helm of the ship and he hadn’t woken up. His internal organs were damaged badly, he would take weeks to heal even with his enhancements. You kept check up on him making sure his vitals were stable.

“Evening Doctor” you jolt about mile at the sound of Cortanas voice.

“Cortana” you answer startled.

“Apologies Doctor” she says and you nod sighing a bit as you check over John. Cortana had explained to you what happened, how she took over John’s body to fight off the covenant fleet and bring them back alive.

“He is still stable” she says and you nod sighing a bit as you look over his overly still form.

“Come on chief” you mumble.

It’s the middle of the night when alarms blare and there’s a rush of soldiers. Your comms are pinging and you rush to the medical bay still in your pyjamas. John is up, staggering around his eyes unfocused. You push past the soldiers as they try to steady him but he just shoves them off. You frown when you approach the heavy scent of alpha coming from him. Each spartan was an alpha but they never displayed.

“John” you call and his eyes snap to you. You jolt at the intensity of them he stumbles over to you tall and imposing and you gulp a bit thinking he might shove you through a wall but the alpha sags on you. You let out a sound struggling to hold him up as he rests his head on your shoulder and breathing deeply.

“John-“ you struggle a bit before he finally holds most of his weight up making you sigh a bit in relief. He doesn’t move away though, his nose right by your scent gland on your neck making it very hard not to shiver or make a noise in front of the soldiers. The other doctors give you confused looks but you’re just as confused by his behaviour, despite his chip taken out his rank chip was still in, at least you think it is.

“Everyone out” you order and the few soldiers and other doctors leave nodding.

“Cortana?” You call.

“I’m here” she says.

“Can you check his rank chip?” You ask.

“Checking it now. Doctor…” she trails off a bit.

“It appears his chip was broken during the battle, he’s experiencing alpha tendencies, at the moment I say he’s using you to calm down” she says and you sigh.

“Great” you mumble a bit.

“Chief?” You hear Kai’s voice behind you. John growls though his arm going around you and stepping back forcing you with him.

“Kai stay back” you say.

“What’s going on?” She asks behind you.

“His rank chip was damaged he’s currently experiencing his alpha tendencies in one hit, he may see you as a threat” you explain trying not to work the alpha up too much.

“Oh” Kai says behind you.

“Look, come back later I’ll tell you when he’s calmed down ok?” You say.

“Ok, good luck” she says before leaving.

“Cortana, how badly is the chip damaged? Do we have to remove it?” You ask.

“It’s shattered doctor, you’ll have to surgically remove it” she says and you nod.

“Alright, John?” You ask softly but he doesn’t move from your neck.

“John?” You try again, nothing. You swallow a bit hesitating.

“Alpha?” He tenses lifting his head a bit his eyes narrowed and intense.

“Your rank chips shattered ok? We need to get it out so it doesn’t cause anymore problems” you explain almost like you would a child. You feel bad but right now his hormones are going haywire.

“Can you lie down again?” He glances to the bed behind him before complying and lying down. You sigh a bit in relief that at least he’s not leaning on you like an over grown bear. You grab some surgical items, putting gloves on before grabbing some numbing serum.

“This’ll numb you while I take the chip out ok?” You say and he nods simply lying very stills. You nod and inject it into his neck, you wait a few minutes before you grab a scalpel and slice where his chip is. You grimace a bit the chip is shattered under the skin. You remove each bit glancing at him occasionally, he just lies deathly still staring at the ceiling. Once you’re done you stitch him up and sigh.

“All done” you say as he sits up slowly.

“Cortana?” You ask softly.

“He’s stable for the most part, his hormone levels are very elevated, but that’s expected” she says and you nod. Shortly after John returned on the ship, you touched for Cortana to be integrated into the system of the base, she’s been immensely helpful, sometimes scaring the shit out of you, but helpful.

“How do you feel John?” You ask taking your gloves off and washing your hands by the sink nearby. He stands and walks over his large form behind you before he rests his forehead on your shoulder once more. It can’t be comfortable for him to hunch over like that, but you try not to move a little scared to set him off. Having his emotion chip removed was a fun walk in the park and now this? You just hope he doesn’t go into rut or something like that.

John recovers, starting to go back to his normal self, but he is different with the lack of his rank chip he looks at everyone differently even more so than before. You watch him, for medical reasons obviously, as his nose flares when people walk by, or if he doesn’t like their scent his nose scrunches up, he towers over everyone naturally but now with his scent strong everyone reacts even more to him, especially the betas and omegas in the facility, they give him wide birth. You’re standing in your lab going over some patience’s vitals when your door opens.

“Kai” you smile and greet.

“How did your talk go with chief?” You ask.

“He’s weird” she says bluntly.

“That’s one way to put it” you say crossing your arms and leaning against your desk.

“He sniffed me” she says pacing a bit.

“That’s expected unfortunately” you say sighing.

“Then glared at me like I hadn’t showered in a month” she says her eyes narrowing her cheeks slightly reddening.

“Alphas are more sensitive to scents, since you have your rank chip in, he can’t scent you that’s probably why he death glared you” you explain.

“But doesn’t majority of the base have chips?” She asks.

“Our chips are different to yours, yours are hardwired to stop all traits of your rank where as our normal chips stop things such as heats and ruts and the more aggressive tendencies of alphas” you explain and she nods taking the information in.

“What happens if you remove mine?” She asks and you tense.

“Well with how Johns reacting I’m not sure, he was surprisingly calm, he didn’t attack anyone out right” you sigh a bit.

“And who knows if he will go into rut with the chip being inside him his whole life he’s never experienced anything an alpha would” you say your worry rising more the more you speak.

“He’s a walking time bomb” you mutter mind reeling a bit.

“Cortana?” You call.

“Here” she answers appearing on your many table.

“Cortana make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid” you say.

“Well he’s currently walking out in the gardens” she says.

“The public gardens?” You ask face paling a bit.

“Yeah” Cortana says.

“Damn it” you sigh.