#scenting

[Neteyam x Na'vi reader]

Warnings: Scenting, Marking, Established relationship.

Synopsis: Lo’ak, wanting to pull a prank on his brother, hugs you and leaves his scent all over you. How does your boyfriend react when he smells it?

Word Count: 917

“You want to prank Neteyam?” Lo’ak questioned, face lighting up with mischievous interest. A slow grin tugged at his mouth, the kind that told you he was definitely up to no good. “Oh, I have an idea.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “That sentence alone is concerning.”

He leaned closer anyway, lowering his voice. “Trust me. It’ll be harmless. For the most part,” he said, mumbling the last bit.

Reluctantly, you sighed and nodded. “Fine. But if he gets mad, I’m blaming you.”

Lo’ak laughed under his breath, clearly pleased, and before you could react, he reached forward and pulled you into a hug. It was sudden, but playful, his arms settling gently around your upper back. He was careful, and respectful with it, but he stayed a moment longer than necessary, chin resting atop your head, while his palms rubbed in circular motions against your back.

You rolled your eyes but smiled, hugging him back innocently, wondering what kind of prank he had planned.

“Just a hug? How’s that a prank?” you asked after pulling back, giggling and genuinely confused.

“You’ll see,” Lo’ak replied with a sly grin.

Unbeknownst to you, his scent clung to your skin afterward.

Later that day, the forest was bathed in the dim gold of the nearing eclipse when, from afar, you spotted Neteyam near the training grounds. He was focused, absorbed in the careful act of cleaning his knife, with a calm, relaxed aura surrounding him.

You called his name softly at first, then a little louder, jogging toward him with a smile that stretched across your entire face.

Hearing his name being called by a familiar voice, he looked up toward your approaching figure, and his expression softened the moment he saw you. Without hesitation, he set his knife and cloth aside, standing with open arms, followed by you crashing into him. His embrace was comforting and enveloping, his strong arms gentle around you, breath warm against the top of your head. Your cheek pressed softly against his chest, and your arms wrapped gently around his neck as you stood on your tiptoes.

Then, out of nowhere, his arms loosened from around you. You pulled back slightly, confused, and looked up at him just as his expression shifted. His brows were furrowed, eyes dark. Before you could ask what was wrong, his hands came up again, gripping your arms as he leaned down toward you.

And then, he inhaled, once, and then again shortly after, much to your confusion. Quickly, his nose traced the top of your head, following along your collarbone, then your neck, his breathing deepening with each inhale, as if he were trying to pinpoint the scent of someone familiar.

With the realization hitting him, Neteyam froze. He pulled back suddenly, eyes locking on you, jaw clenched, ears pinned slightly back in tension.

“Why,” he asked slowly, voice tight with jealousy, trying to compose himself, “do you smell like Lo’ak?”

You blinked, completely thrown off. Your mind went blank, scrambling to make sense of his sudden behavior and question.

Then, it came to you: the hug from Lo’ak earlier, that playful, innocent prank he had suggested, was playing out right now. Your confusion disappeared at the realization, and before you could stop yourself, a laugh slipped out, small and incredulous, as you looked up at his furious face.

Neteyam’s jaw tightened further. “This is funny to you? His scent is dripping off of you,” he said, with an irritated scowl on his face.

You quickly blinked up at him, cheeks warming. “I didn’t even notice! He just hugged me,” you stammered, laughing nervously.

Before you could clarify that it was a prank, without warning, his hands began moving almost instinctively, gliding over your body, sliding along your back, tracing the curve of your sides, holding you close as though he would never let go. He leaned down, pressing his cheek against the soft skin where your neck met your shoulder, and slowly dragged it up to the side of your neck, lips brushing just beneath your ear. Soft, involuntary sighs escaped your lips in response to his intimate touch.

Although you enjoyed his sudden affection, it left you confused. You slightly tilted your head away, and he followed immediately, matching your movements, and keeping you pressed close.

“Neteyam?” you whispered, heart racing from the contact.

He didn’t look up. His voice was gruff, breath hot against your flushed skin. “Mine,” he murmured, lips brushing over the pulse at your neck before latching on, sucking gently for a moment before pulling away. “I don’t want you smelling like him. You’re mine. You should smell like me.”

At his words, a soft whimper slipped from your lips, your knees going weak as your body melted further into his roaming touch, responding to the possessive marks and the raw jealousy lacing his voice.

He stayed pressed against you for a minute longer, inhaling his scent radiating from your neck, before pulling back just enough to take in your flustered expression, with a small, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

“Now,” he uttered, voice husky and low, “no one is coming near you, especially not my skxawng brother. And if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to skin him for touching my girl.”

Before you could protest, he strode off with purpose. You scrambled after him, calling out that it was just a prank, but it didn’t slow him down in the slightest. If anything, it only made him walk faster. Lo’ak really should’ve known better!

An omegaverse au where compatible mates starts to smell each other everywhere even when the other is not close by. The person's smell is also heightened than normal compared to other people's smell, so basically it acts like some sort of radar so that the compatible mates will always find each other whenever they are afar. It stays like that until the pair is bonded, in that case they could only smell each other now once they're officially mates.

...

"You stink." Jack casually mentions when him and Robby were up all night reviewing their notes. And Robby couldn't decide whether to be insulted or confused about what Jack just said.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Like I know it sounds weird or something but you absolutely reek of scent everywhere. I could smell you wherever I go and it's kind of annoying because I can't focus on things when I can smell you being stressed out although you're in another room."

"Jack-"

"No, hear me out. I know it's not your fault okay, it's just like that sometimes scents are complicated. But can't you please just wear a patch."

"But I am wearing a patch." Robby craned his neck so he could show his nape where his scent patch is, fully intact.

"Huh, so then why can I still smell you?" Jack moves closer as if he could prove a point by sniffing near Robby's neck, the omega's chamomile and petrichor scent bombarded Jack's senses like a drug.

"Jack, you're too close." Robby's face flushed cherry red and even though he was taller than Jack he felt submissively small under his gaze.

"You smell so good Mike, it's annoying."

And it's mostly true for will. he doesn't have the sickly-sweet scent of an omega, whose scent wafts into the room before they do. not the scent of an alpha, whose scent fills up a room once they're in it. in the enclosed space of a locker room, it's too much all at once. omega and alpha hockey players choke up a room with their sweating and literal and metaphorical dick-measuring contests. everyone wears scent patches for this exact reason, cycling them out whenever they need to, and sticking them over their necks, wrists, and thighs.

will, on the other hand, has never had to deal with that. his nose wasn't biologically built to pick up on those scents like the rest. still, he makes sure to carry scent patches on him in case any of his teammates need them, even if they tease him about. depending on the player, they say it's his omega instincts lurking inside. others say it's his alpha instincts. it's easier to laugh along with the joke. laugh along with the fact that he can't ever have beta instincts, to some people. he's grateful that he doesn't have to deal with the patches, nor be triggered by a scent/incapacitated by a heat or rut. he knows that his scent is null to the noses of alphas and omegas. there's hardly an ear to complain to about that.

he's caught between the two instincts: should he create a lopsided nest or shield and protect a distressed omega with his "soft" demeanor?

So that's how will gets along with everyone so well. it's no secret that both omegas and alphas tend to flock to what they view as the "neutral party." A neutral scent that won't overwhelm them. an opinion that isn't swayed by alpha vs. omega traditional bullshit. the sharks cherish their beta most of all, and they want him around for everything. they like that he plans things, is readily available, and is a nurturer + protector with a kind heart. the alphas on the team like to scruff him whenever they roughhouse, slowly but surely growing more and more endeared by the beta who curls his shoulders in towards his ears and goes limp in their hold. Yet, he's the same beta that takes charge of the room when necessary. in a small group of people, will's the one they look to. and no one dares or cares to scent a beta because it's just not done. would it even show up? would the beta respond to that kind of treatment like an alpha/omega would? why sniff or lick a beta when there's an omega/alpha with a more potent scent built for that kind of treatment? betas are perfect for each other, no?

Well, no one dares or cares to until macklin celebrini can't keep his hands or face to himself. a baby alpha, some would label him. Freshly presented a few years prior, and while mack's gotten his fair share of attention from both secondary genders, no one has quite had the allure will does. pressure is a word mack is familiar with. inside and outside of the rink, there's pressure on him to perform and be an alpha who sweeps an omega up and off their feet in the future.

the thing is, ever since he was young, even before presenting, he's had a sensitive nose. the rink was a sort of release from going to school and being outside, forced to mingle with alphas' and omegas' scents. even his own household proved a challenge. but at the rink, the players have to wear scent patches, and the most he could smell was a faint, lingering scent of an omega if they checked him against the boards. Other than that, it was artificial ice and his own syrupy, smoky maple scent.

Back in the day, before he could control himself, the brigade of scents would send him into near fits. he'd sometimes bury his face into his pillow, clawing and raging at the instincts inside him. he avoided school dances, get-togethers, parties, hangouts, just anything that would make his nose and eyes water from the sheer intensity of the citrus, or cocoa, or lavender, or white thyme, or mirabell plum, or that rare woody, earthy scent that would flip between pine or campfires depending on an omegas mood.

At first, when will entered their hotel during the sharks' dev camp, he panicked. Looking back, will must've assumed he was quiet and shy by nature. While he's not totally wrong, will had no idea mack was fretting over accidentally breathing in too deeply. Worried about having to sleep in the same room as an omega/alpha. he should've expected that he would be unable to help himself from breathing in when passing the steaming, damp will smith to take his turn in the shower. but when he finally caught a whiff of will after he came out of the bathroom, mack stopped in his tracks. literally. will didn't notice. instead, he wandered over to the phone to call room service, taking the liberty of ordering for them both even after only knowing each other for a handful of hours.

will turned to him, and asked, "do you want the steak medium or rare? somewhere in between?" to the phone: "is that possible? yeah, okay." will looked to him, giving him a thumbs-up to make sure that was okay. mack wasn't listening, he didn't give a single flying fuck about any steak.

"yeah. whatever you're having. I can take your towel if you're done with it," mack said in a rush, holding out his hand. "Hang it over the rack, y'know?" will smiles appreciatively, so unaware, and handed over the towel with a small, innocent "thanks."

The minute mack was behind that closed and locked door, he buried his nose into the towel, rubbing his face and neck and chest all over it. His eyes rolled when he inhaled, breathing in the scent of almost nothing. But it was there. he could fucking smell it. it was will's shampoo. close enough to coffee, not the bitter kind right from the pot, more milky, like when it's in ice cream. he could smell laundry detergent and softener, the kind that rubs off on your skin. there was a faint smell of mint that exposed to mack that will had dried his mouth off with it, and he was chewing gum in the shower. It was glorious. it didn't give him a headache to smell will, only made him feel guilty that, from then on, he would spend an hour in the shower. Thirty minutes sniffing will's towels, the other half actually showering.

Dumbly, mack thinks he can get by on huffing towels alone. whenever he can, he's sitting arm-and-arm with will. when they grow closer as best friends—going out to dinner, meeting each other's family members, training together, going for drives, doing everything and going everywhere they can with one another—mack's instincts give in, but finally in a way that doesn't leave him riddled with bullet holes of shame. whenever he wants will near him, to smell him, or because the beta shouldn't be too far from him in the first place, mack calls him over. A wave of his hand or a nod of his head, and will's stepping over teammates to sit by him on the bench. mack's pleased to find that the beta's the same way. it's new and good and so very addicting when will skates just behind his arm, talking through plays or cracking a joke.

At jumbos or patty's houses, mack indulges a bit more. usually it's an arm around will's shoulder or his waist on the couch, something he would only ever do away from cameras or friends. they would witness clear as day how badly mack wanted the beta to realize what he's doing. he doesn't need any teammates poking fun at it and scaring will away. will's oblivious and happy to give and receive the affection. and mack is doing soooo fucking good at playing the long game until he lets himself indulge too much. they're when it happens. Shoving and getting each other in headlocks that bring their bodies wayyyy to close together. And, because mack just can't fucking help himself, it seems, he drags his lips over will's itty bitty scent gland when he gets will locked in his arms.

Immediately, he shoves will away, pacing backward, neck and cheeks aflame. His heart is beating in all the wrong ways. will was supposed to be the person he could control those pesky, disgusting instincts around. mack can't even do that around a beta, of all genders? one with a calming, soft, barely-there scent? What is he going to do? Die alone? mack can't imagine how scared will is of him now. Probably thinks he's an alpha that doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself, just like the overwhelming majority. then, suddenly, his internal panic is cut off when will gently clasps one of mack's hands in his own, the other going to the back of mack's head, guiding him forward. with halting steps and wide eyes, mack goes and gets tucked right back into the beta's neck where he previously was.

With permission to continue, mack lets out a whiny growl and starts rubbing all over will's neck. Left side, right side, right in the middle over will's adams apple; it doesn't matter, mack is there. His tongue comes out to swipe over and lap up the muted scent, subconsciously leaning and pushing will back with too much brute force. only when will slides both hands into mack's hair, tugging and whispering near his ear to calm down and be gentle with me, does he stop, his alpha instincts (for once) happy to react to a command, not because of one. just like that, will get a handle on his flaring, energetic instincts. Like magic spoken into his ears, they curl up on the couch, and mack takes it slow. will holds him up top, mack holds him down below, and they fit together like a puzzle piece. It's a soft, non-sexual claiming and scenting, even if will has no idea that's what's happening. He saw an alpha in distress, and he stepped in to help.

This is what mack needed, and here's a wonderful beta offering to balance him out, both on the ice and with his alpha instincts.

So as this continues, soft and sweet, will has no choice but to stop the alpha when he migrates lower to the scent glands on his inner thighs. what shocks him even more is that, while mack's was going down, he could feel the distinct shape of the alpha's dick scraping down his hip and thigh. what the fuck? mack stops, of course, but he's confused and kissing over the exposed expanse of will's stomach, brows furrowed. will's not dumb, but he's been completely deprived of this kind of attention, so it only just now hit him what mack's attempting to do. What the alpha inside of him is attempting to do.

"you can't," will says, bluntly, and that familiar self-conscious anxiety that comes with being a beta rises up in his throat.

"what? why? I can't scent you down here?" mack punctuates his words by rubbing his thumb over the glands on will's thick, mouth-watering thighs. They're so small and so untouched. will's not even sure how the alpha can see them or be intrigued by that. mack slithers back up will's body, pressing their crotches together, smirking as he does so.

will ducks away from everything. the kiss mack tries to lay on his neck. the dick pressed against his own. "mack, i'm a beta. you want an omega. your scent won't stay on me. i can't produce slick. i don't even have a fucking scent to begin with. so, stop. I can't give you what you want."

mack's appalled. had he not made his moves obvious enough? he's not good with verbal reassurance, but wasn't it pretty damn clear that will's scent was more than enough? mack was all over him day in, day out.

"what? you smell so good. better than any fucking omega. what are you talking about?"

will shakes his head. no, it's never been like that, and it never will be like that. will would only set himself up for disappointment if he entertained mack's delusions.

"I was letting you false-scent to help you," will says. "leave it at that. you don't have to pity the beta by lying to him."

mack's not good with words, so he rolls his eyes. mack's not good with words, but he can try for his beloved, beautiful beta. "let me try. if you're right, I'll back off. but let me at least try."

will's nostrils flare. "you can't make me into an omega no matter how hard you wanna try. I'm a beta, and that's better than okay."

"I want you as a beta," mack says earnestly, inching forward until he's basically talking directly over will's lips. mack's so entranced by this fucking guy. he will not fuck with up. as he continues, he can feel will softening beneath him. clearly, no one has ever talked to will like this. "I want your scent as it is. all i'm saying is that your glands don't get enough attention. they're so small. let your alpha take care of it, please?"

"my alpha?" will echoes after a beat, lips twisting in amusement, and mack smiles back, relieved. mack can't fucking think when will's shy like this, so he just bites his lip and nods, staring at will's pretty pink lips and tan, inviting scent gland. "you're such a knothead."

"Uh-huh." mack's not listening, only inching closer. he looks up at will, whispering, "i'll behave. please, smit. please. you smell so fucking good."

will can do nothing but let mack devour him. after two weeks with nearly nonstop constant scenting, will's scent glands are blown wide open. after the sheer amount of friction, tongue, grazing of teeth, and short-lived sucks (no marks allowed), will's scent glands are rubbed raw. So raw that he has to bust out his stack of cooling scent patches and gingerly stick them on. mack, leaning forward in his stall, watches him do it hungrily, the promise of peeling those right back off dancing in his mischievous eyes.

And it's still true, will's scent doesn't blossom like a delicate flower or some bullshit. Instead, it starts to accept parts of the alpha's scent. every hour, will gets a new chirp from his teammates. three days after mack started scenting him for hours while they watched a movie, toff was the first to sniff it out. he says something like, mack also smells like lemongrass and wax...?

Slowly, the whole locker room's instincts get confused by the fact that they could smell two macklin celebrinis despite there being only one. the investigation didn't take long, and now they were all privy to this intimate thing will and mack were doing. after a while, will tried to be embarrassed by it, but it was hard to be when he would privately peel off the scent patches and prod at his own scent glands. back then, he could scratch the skin there with no problem. now, even ghosting his fingertips over them leaves him aching for mack, his alpha.

When mack finally can't take it anymore and begs to knot the omega, it's a week-long standoff this time around. eventually, he gets will to understand that he deserves will just as much as will deserves him. that he wants to knot him, and he means that. it's not a trial-and-error sort of situation alphas are known for; mack wants this beta, and he's certain the beta is going to fall apart on his knot as much as the next omega. mack wants to be the first and only alpha to knot him. it makes him fucking dizzy thinking about it.

so mack lets will build his shitty, yet endearing nest. he props will up on his stomach with far too many pillows than is necessary. there, he eats will out for an hour, suffering through the taste of lube obscuring will's natural scent. buried between his asscheek, mack moans and croons each time he curls his tongue inside will's hole. will buries his face into the pillow beneath him at the sounds coming from behind him. at first, will thought mack was playing it up, pretending that he tasted "so fucking good and sweet, just like an angel, smitty. fuck" because he was being sweet. then mack refused to ease up after giving the beta two mind-blowing, untouched orgasms. he only used will's own cum to slick his hole up even more, bearing down on will's hole with much more vigor when he first got a taste.

When mack finally fucks him, all will can do is curl his arms around the two pillows he's been hanging onto for dear llfe, and take it. the slide home is smooth and easy even with no natural slick, because mack had opened him up so good. mack's strong, huge forearms and hands plant themselves next to will, he rears back and starts to pound into will with no preamble. only once he's started does he ask, "okay?" too fucking late. will's eyes are rolled back so far in his head he's seeing stars, and his mouth is opening more and more with each thrust jostling him against the pillows, drool soaking mack's pillow. mack stares at the pretty blond in awe: the muscles on will's back, the recoil of his asscheeks each time he thrusts inside, the dimples right above that, and his cute little teeth poking out. it spurs mack on to fuck into will harder, going against the rules by leaving marks on will's thighs when mack urges them wider apart so he can hit inside of will deeper and deeper.

After a blissful while, mack's huge knot starts to inflate, and he buries his face into the side of will's neck, his alpha inside searching for that hypnotic scent. will, with half a mind and a broken whimper, cups the back of mack's neck, holding him steady. will encourages mack with each clap of mack's hips against his ass. Thing like, Yes, alpha. give me your knot. don't wanna knot your beta, baby? be good for me. you've been so good. i'll be good for you, too. I'll open right up. c'mon. c'mon. it's slurred and hardly intelligible, but mack curls his hands into the sheets and does just that. once his knot pops past will's tight rim, they're sealed and orgasming so hard they can't fucking hear.

“I have a scent...?”

She questioned, dumbfounded by his observation.

It's been a while since they met -she had been out of the city for a mission while Valko had been busy at the Laboratory- and they had just encountered each other. But as they hugged as a greeting, she felt his warm breaths fanning over her cheek and shoulder more and more frequently until his nose buried into her hair.

She froze at his awkward behaviour. 

“Are you... sniffing me?”

He tensed at her question, she felt the muscles of his back coil tight under her palms.

A beat of silence passed without any of them moving from their embrace. 

“...maybe.”

“You are.”

She insisted, not because she felt uncomfortable but... she could sense that there was something bothering him and she wanted to understand what it was.

“Fine... I might have.” Valko gave in and returned nosing at her temple, a frown appearing on his face.

“You smell different.”

“Do I...?”

She asked, still confused but her mind was beginning to get it.

She had taken a shower just an hour ago and had even shampooed her hair. She had used the same products as always and-

“Your scent... is different.”

And that was how she discovered that she had a scent.

It wasn't a concept completely stranger to her, because she associated people or places to some perfumes and smells too. But what Valko explained to her was a completely different story. 

It was more logical for a werewolf, since their nose worked differently from the human one... still, he did his best to make it clear to her.

And as he talked about his ability to catch the others' scents surrounding him, she realised that what she had thought was keen perception and attentiveness on his part was actually... this, a natural instinct that allowed him to read her like an open book.

Now she understood why he could tell so easily when she diminished her tiredness or stress after long days at work. He hadn't taken a guess whether she had eaten or not, he could smell her hunger even before her own body told her.

It was... mind-blowing.

She felt both flustered and touched that Valko could know her so well.

“...then what does my scent smell like?” She asked curiously as they sat on the couch, her legs draped across his lap. One of his hands rubbed soothing circles on her knee with his thumb, while his free arm was wrapped loosely around her waist to keep her close. 

Valko smiled softly at the mere idea of her scent.

He looked at her quietly for a while, admiring her curious expression -the way her eyes seemed to shine just a tad brighter and the smallest pout jutted on her lips as she waited patiently to know. A warm, fuzzy feeling bloomed inside his chest just like it always happened when she showed genuine interest towards his true identity.

“That’s difficult…” he murmured honestly and a low chuckle escaped from him as her eyebrows knitted together.

“I thought you said you always recognize it,” she used his own words against him.

“I do,” he stated with quiet confidence.

“...then why is it difficult?” She insisted one more time.

“Because humans don't have words for everything I smell.”

That made her blink, pause and let the admission sink in.

Valko watched the moment realisation dawned on her and she nodded in understanding but failed to hide the hint of disappointment from him. She cared to understand him better, so he tried to come up with an explanation that could satisfy her curiosity.

“It changes… it’s never the same. A mixture of everything, actually.”

As he began to talk, she unconsciously leaned against his chest, fully invested in what he was going to say. Knowing that he was trying to describe her through his werewolf senses was both fascinating and… overwhelming, but in a good way.

“Layered through the environments’ smells that cling onto your clothes, other people’s scents you meet or pass by… beyond the body wash and shampoo you use everyday, there’s something distinctively yours.”

Since he couldn’t find words that could convey what he smelled and recognised among a lot of different kinds of smell, he used metaphors in hope to be more understandable.

“It’s like wilderness, earth, open savannas and the wind. Other times it’s a stream, a mountain, a pretty moonrise…”

Her heart skipped a beat as she listened to Valko.

And she realised that he wasn’t just putting efforts in giving her a proper description but he had actually thought about this whole thing -her scent- enough to find figurative images just for her.

“And it can often remind me of a burnt pancake on the stove…”

But obviously he wouldn’t miss a chance to tease her and rile her up, always ready for a good banter.

She playfully swatted at his chest and bit her own smile when he laughed warmly at her flustered reaction.

“Just kidding-”

“It happened just once. And it was your fault,” she retorted and leaned in to gently bump her forehead against his.

“You distracted me. Did you forget?”

“Of course not.” He murmured, leaning into the touch, his forehead nuzzling against hers in an affectionate manner.

She huffed, her annoyed pretence crumbling almost immediately, and her arms reached out to wrap around his neck, hugging him closer.

He hummed lowly and tightened his own grip around her waist in return, enjoying having her sit on his lap -cozy and comfortable again after they had been apart for so long.

“How…? How have you been carrying all of this?”

She couldn’t help but wonder, the question slipping out of her lips before she could rethink. Because what Valko just admitted to her made her see him under another light.

He could experience the world through a sensory richness she would never fully understand.

But if she were in his shoes, she could only imagine how overwhelming that keen sense of smell could actually be.

“Must be though, mh?”

His golden eyes softened at her empathy and he nodded slightly as he pulled back just enough to press a light kiss on her forehead.

“Sometimes, yeah… but if I have you close, it’s definitely more bearable.”

The next evening, they agreed to meet again so they could have a proper date out.

Valko was a bit too enthusiastic about it and involuntarily reached her place half an hour before the time they had established.

He didn’t want to disturb her if she was still getting ready, so he didn’t text her and simply took the elevator to her floor.

Once he stood in front of her door, he barely had the time to lift his hand that it just opened.

He blinked, stunned.

“How did you know I was here…?”

She smiled in amusement and shrugged nonchalantly.

“I smelled you.”

His gaze narrowed at her playful callback.

“You absolutely did not.”

“I didn't.”

She laughed sweetly.

“I just knew.”

His heart did a somersault at her confession.

And when she stepped forward to hug him, Valko didn’t waste any time to welcome her in his arms.

This time he didn’t pretend he wasn’t doing it -his nose nuzzled against her temple and breathed her in.

She relaxed in his embrace and let herself enjoy the warm feeling of his breath against her hair and skin, wanting him to smell how happy she was to have him there.

Because now she understood.

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In some cases you can find concentrated pheromone oils/sprays for game animals. These are meant for hunters but nothing is stopping you from using it as a casual outing scent, other than some people being irritated by the smell. I wouldn't recommend putting them directly on the skin, I've gotten some on my hand and had mild irritation afterwards, but you can do roughly the same act by spraying it on clothing and rubbing the clothing against objects.

I also would recommend sticking to cheaper sprays for this since you'll have to spray *more than average* for anything to transfer, unless you're doing it seconds after applying which could feel unnatural. Theres also always the alternative of just spraying it directly on the object which takes less sprays for any scent to stay, I think thats what most people already do, but again it'll feel less natural doing it that way.