#intoxicate

Daniel Ricciardo, the hot alpha in his class that didn’t know Max existed. Max mostly knew why that was; he wasn’t anything special. Plus his father being the dean sure didn’t help things.

Daniel was popular, Daniel was charismatic. Max was nervous, he hoped he looked alright. It was Friday and he’d been working on a paper all afternoon. It would be too much, he thought, to go home and change.

He looked fine, Max assured himself as he walked up the stairs to the library. Daniel was stood off to the side of the entrance way on his phone. Max couldn’t believe that it really was him.

“Hi Daniel.” The omega greeted. Daniel looked up with a grin, Max could have sworn the alpha had been looking at his legs. It seemed that way, anyway.

“Oh hey, Max right?” Daniel asked, sheepishly raking his hand through already messy curls.

“Yep.” Max fought his blush. “I was thinking wet could go to the fourth floor. It’s usually really quiet and empty. No distractions.” Max babbled, looking back at Daniel while they walked to the elevator.

“Yeah no, that’s cool. Whatever’s best.” Daniel responded almost distractedly and Max dug his nail in the soft fabric of his bag.

They set up at a table in the back, near the windows. Max liked it up here because he kept a stash of study guides hidden away and no one usually bothered them.

“Gimmie a sec, I need to grab a book.” Max mumbled, walking quickly into the stacks. He needed a moment to breathe, to calm his racing heart. Daniel smelt amazing, all earthy with a sharp almost minty tone. Max could breathe it in all day. He’d looked up through his lashes a few times and saw Daniel already looking back at him. It was a little overwhelming.

Max took a deep breath, and relaxed his shoulders. He was fine. He was professional.

He reached up to the shelf above him for one of his study guides when he felt something press against him from behind.

Max mewled when Daniel’s scent enveloped him from all sides. The heat of the alpha’s skin seared Max’s exposed flesh, he felt the immediate peppering of goosebumps. Daniel’s nose pressed into Max’s neck while his hands rested on Max’s hips. Max shuddered an exhale and stilled.

“You smell delicious.” Daniel rumbled and Max squeaked at the almost immediate response of his body. One of Daniel’s hands ghosted over his belly, making Max’s muscles contract sharply in surprise. He gasped, the sound escaping his lips even as his tongue felt heavy.

Was this actually happening???

Daniel’s seeking hand stopped to rest on Max’s chest, thumb stroking and finding Max’s nipple with deadly precision. Max choked back a moan and clamped his thighs together.

“Shh shh shh.” Daniel crooned, mouthing at Max’s shoulder while his other hand gripped Max’s hip.

Max felt like he was in a daze. The alpha’s scent had deepened to something mouthwatering. Max knew he was flushed, crimson overtaking his skin. He could feel the wetness in his panties, how soaked he was with his slick. How aroused Daniel was making him.

Daniel spun Max around and pressed their fronts together and Max gasped at what could only be the alpha’s cock straining against him. Max’s eyes widened, he didn’t know what his face was doing much less his scent. But then it didn’t matter because Daniel kissed him.

Daniel pressed Max’s back against the closest wall and it felt like Max was being devoured. He’d never been kissed like this before. He didn’t have much experience— in general— and he felt caught up in the sensation of it all.

Daniel was feeling him up— just like that— and Max, shamefully, was letting him have his way. His objections were kissed aches licked away and Daniel’s explanation felt correct and doable to Max’s horny brain. His instincts were yelling at him to let this desirable alpha mount him, right then and there and in stacks.

Max tried to put a stop to this, but then Daniel was fingering him, lifting Max’s leg to rest on a shelf so that Daniel had more space to build a rhythm.

Max moaned loudly and Daniel swallowed it, whimpering as his body shivered. Fuck, Max didn’t have any thoughts outside of how big Daniel’s fingers were and how Max had never fingered himself at this fast speed before. His stomach tightened, the whispers of an orgasm were coming faster now and Max couldn’t stop his hips from moving if he tried.

Max clenched his hands on Daniel’s shoulders, fisting his shirt. And his eyes fluttered closed as an orgasm washed over him. His brain felt fuzzy, a pulsing chant of alpha alpha alpha as he watched Daniel suck on his slick wet fingers.