Hello! I’m the anon who asked about omega Jay. I absolutely loved your take on it! When you have time, I would love to read an omega Jay and alpha Carlos fic. It would be so cute! Your writing is always super amazing and your omega Jay and omega Carlos fic was so so cute!
Thanks love!
This ask is based off this post. And here’s another one shot with omega!Jay.
Warning for Jay being a perv and sexual themes. No sex happens, but it’s discussed in depth.
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He’s just so fucking cute. With those freckles and big eyes and tight curls. Way too cute to be an alpha.
But that’s what Carlos is, Jay can smell it on him. And Jay can see the insecurity, the confusion in his tense shoulders. Poor boy. Probably doesn’t know how to dominate someone even if they presented their ass to him.
Jay should try that, just to be sure.
“Hey hot stuff,” Jay says as he leans against the lockers, right next to Carlos and his little mountain of books. “How are you doing?”
Carlos blinks at him and looks around, as if there might be another person Jay is talking to. “Uh, I’m-I’m okay. Hi.”
“Hi.” Jay echoes back and slowly pulls his hair behind his ear, tilting his neck as he does so.
Carlos’ eyes widen and he blushes, catching the intentional way Jay exposes his throat. “Are you here to make fun of me too?” He asks after a pause.
Oh yeah, Jay has made fun of Carlos before, a lot actually. Even after Jay presented as an omega and Carlos was still some odd unknown - assumed by everyone to be a beta. But not now. Or, well, maybe Jay’s only making fun of him a little. “Me? Never.” Jay puts a hand to his chest in offense. “I’m only here to come check out what’s new.”
“Well everyone is coming over for that.” Carlos slams his locker shut. Err, he closes it forcefully. Poor alpha can’t even slam something. “I don’t have an explanation for it.”
“No one has an explanation for why anyone presents as anything.” Jay shrugs his shoulders. “I have no clue how I’m an omega.” He waggles his brows. “See?”
Jay grabs the back of Carlos’ neck and pulls him close, forcing his nose directly into Jay’s throat. Carlos gasps - breathing in Jay’s scent - and he makes some preciously pleased noise from the back of his throat. Jay even lets go of his neck and Carlos doesn’t move back, choosing to stay and nuzzle Jay’s skin, inhaling the sweet scent of an omega.
In fact, Carlos stays there a little too long, students in the hall giving them odd looks. Actually, they’re giving Carlos odd looks.
Jay presented years ago and even though it infuriates Jafar to no end, Jay’s not that bothered. His scent and faux submission get him nearly double compared to what he used to steal. Alphas that turn to goo at him batting his eyes and lose focus when Jay bares his throat, they’re all such suckers.
And he likes fucking. And being fucked. Maybe he’s not genuinely submitting to some creepy alpha or pushy beta, but there’s a couple students Jay doesn’t mind bending over for.
Carlos De Vil, to Jay’s own surprise, might be one of them.
His cheeks are pink and his pupils are huge and he’s nearly drooling. “Why did you...?” Carlos shakes his head, but his flush doesn’t fade. “Don’t do that again.”
“Yes, alpha.”
Carlos nearly loses his grip on all of his books. "Don’t!” He hisses.
“Why not? Don’t you like how I smell?” Jay grins and leans close to Carlos’ face. Their height difference isn’t lost on him. How odd to be flirting with an alpha shorter than him, but Cruella De Vil was a stingy woman who liked her son to be easily pushed around.
Speaking of the devil...
“How does your mom like the new you?” Jay pulls back and leans against the locker again. He’s actually curious and doesn’t want to be distracting this baby alpha.
“She hates it.” Carlos mumbles and turns away, but Jay follows him.
“Not a fan of her son being dominant? Strong?” Jafar would have hit the fucking roof if Jay had presented as an alpha years ago. It maybe would have made him proud, if only for a day.
“No. She wanted me...” Carlos doesn’t look at Jay.
To be an omega. Jay can figure out the rest. Of course Cruella, who saw Carlos as her slave and the whole Isle knew it, wouldn’t want her son to ever overpower her, ever stand up to her.
It’s why his shoulders are bunched up and he’s still looking small and nervous instead of confident and tall. “You’ve never been treated as anything but an omega.”
Carlos looks at Jay from the corner of his eye and doesn’t say anything.
All this serious talk, or serious silence, is making Jay uncomfortable. He didn’t come here to chat about their feelings and shitty parents, no, he came over for a better reason. “I bet you're the kind of alpha who knows how to treat an omega, huh?”
“Please go away.”
“Ughh, that’s such a pitiful command.” Jay steps in front of Carlos, stopping both of them. “I bet you're the kind of alpha who goes down on his omega.” Jay grins. “You cuddle after sex. You like to scent.”
Carlos sputters and hides his face in his books.
“You’re not denying it.” Jay winks. This is the most fun he’s had in a while. “Tell you what, alpha,” he purrs and steps closer, Carlos’ face still hiding, but Jay leans right down to his ear to whisper, “you let me know when you’re ready to fuck an omega, maybe even pop your first knot,” Carlos gasps, “and I’ll show you what a good boy I can be.” Jay bites at Carlos’ ear, just a little nip, but Carlos whines. “Maybe you’ll be a good boy for me too.”
When Jay pulls back, most of the students have left. No one wants to stay after in this shit hole and no one wants to fuck with Carlos when Jay is already so publicly staking his claim.
Carlos won’t look up at him, whole body tense and trembling, but Jay can smell the arousal on him, the desire to follow through on Jay’s words.
Jay wants to see him stop being so tense and start relaxing, letting his instincts come out and play.
“Come find me when you’re ready, baby boy.” Jay says with a wink, even though Carlos still isn’t look at him, and turns away.
