More omegaverse Hollanov please? How did Shane and Ilya get together in this universe? What did Ilya think of Shane, knowing that he was an omega? What did Shane think of Ilya? What was their first time like?
love this, love omegaverse <3 thank you for the prompt!
gcu prompts = still open :)
Ilya looked up, and was met with determined brown eyes and a constellation of freckles, as well as a hand held out in an offer for a handshake.
"Shane Hollander. I wanted to introduce myself."
Ilya reached out, taking the offered hand, feeling the nerves tingle up the inside of his arm. He forced himself not to pull back, and lit his cigarette instead.
"Oh, uhm, I'm not sure you're supposed to smoke here." Hollander's eyes flitted towards the No Smoking sign Ilya had ignored so artfully earlier.
"Okeh," Ilya said cooly, taking a drag. Hollander's eyebrows furrowed and his nose wrinkled, clearly disapproving of the smell. It did something to Ilya's insides, curling low and deep. Fucking Canada, requiring scent blockers.
"You're an awesome player to watch," Hollander tried again, all Canadian politeness.
"Yes," Ilya said, then added, "You are omega, yes?"
Hollander's polite expression derailed into a confused, defensive snarl. "Is that what matters to you?"
Ilya shrugged. "Omegas do not play in Russia. Only Alphas."
Hollander scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Will be a new experience for you then, getting your ass kicked by an omega."
Ilya felt a crooked grin tug on his lips. "We will see."
Ilya had foregone the scent blockers for the commercial shoot. There was nothing about it in the contract, and they weren't playing a game today, so.
Hollander's nose curled the second they met, both of them powdered and dressed for the camera.
"You look pretty today," Ilya said under his breath.
"And you reek," Hollander retorted. Under his mask of powder, Ilya could see him blush. "You know, using scent blockers is considered polite in a work environment."
"Is it distracting you?" Ilya asked, giving Hollander a smirk.
"No." Ilya could see in his eyes that it was a lie, his pupils blowing wide when Ilya inched closer.
Ilya was no stranger to sex. Obviously.
And taking off an omega's clothes always felt a bit like winning a conquest, like he was a wild animal finally catching his prey, alpha instincts going haywire.
He had his face buried between Hollander's legs, Hollander's thighs on his shoulders, his entire face covered in slick, and the only thought going through his head was, bury me here.
Hollander moaned, fingers tangled in Ilya's hair, tugging desperately on the curls, a stream of "Oh fuck, Rozanov, oh god-" falling from his mouth in uncontrolled whimpers.
Ilya had fucking knotted from a blowjob. This had never happened to him, not even as a nervous teenager.
Thankfully, Hollander was too inexperienced to realize how weird this was, and then too fascinated by the huge amount of cum to care. And now, Ilya was going to make him come so hard that he'd just forget about it and never question it.
"Fuck, Rozanov, I'm coming-," Hollander whimpered, and a second later, Ilya's mouth was filled with a wave of slick, hot and sweet and so fucking good-
His knot throbbed painfully, another wave of cum seeping into the hotel sheets.
This... this was going to be a problem.
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