You wished for him every night. Now heâs realâand heâs not leaving until he ruins you.
pairing : toji fushiguro x reader
status : completed
synopsis : you were just a college student with a growing obsession for Toji Fushiguroâuntil it took over your life. edits, fics, fantasies... he became your secret addiction. one night, while reading smut and touching yourself like usual, Toji appearedâreal, filthy, and way too eager to make all your darkest fantasies come true.
A/N: Title is a joke, I'm just too tired to think of something else that fits the story and starts with a P, the idea hit me as a joke but I genuinely cannot think of anything else now...
Warnings: poorly written smut, verbal abuse ( from a customer - I love customer service! )
W/C: 2300+
You were in a strange situation, caught somewhere between working and being a sugar baby for four ridiculously handsome men. When theyâd initially offered to pay you for essentially just existing you seriously contemplated it. The weight of your university costs, grocery expenses and general living prices ultimately outweighing any realistic chance you had at refusing that kind of money, however after contemplating with your moral conscience you ultimately decided to work in their pub for a hefty wage instead.Â
âEvening!â You grinned, waving at a very busy looking Johnny who pouted slightly at the lack of a âproperâ greeting before he quickly was forced back to his pans. âEveninâ bonnie.â He called back, catching the attention of Kyle who had just popped into the kitchen to chase Johnny for a meal. âEvening gorgeous.â He smiled, hands planted firmly on your waist as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. âHowâs it going Ky?â You asked, gently wrapping your arms around his neck. âBusy as fuck!â You heard Johnny call from the other side of the kitchen, âYou in here for a reason Kyle or are you just here to flirt?â He continued, shooting a jealous glare at the other man. âTable 14âs been waiting a while.â He hummed, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before waving a goodbye to a now fuming Scotsman. âSee you soon Johnny!â You grinned before getting to work yourself.Â
âSi, table 1 wants a vodka and soda but he said not to skimp on the vodka like a lot of places do.â You spoke, sliding up to the bar with a small sigh. âUh huh.â He nodded before glancing at you and pausing, âYou alright tonight?â He asked, eyebrows creasing in concern. âJust tired, my professorâs being a bitch about this essay.â You answered before being called back to your work.Â
It was about five minutes later that your attention was caught by the vodka man who was staring you down, snapping his fingers as a summons. Biting back your frustration at the action, you hurried over an apology on your tongue. âWhere the fuck is my drink, if you were doing your job right I wouldnât have a fucking issue.â He snarled, waving his hand in your face as he finished berating you. Silently, you hurried to the bar and grabbed his drink, praying to all the gods that Simon hadnât fucked with him for his earlier comment. As you dropped the drink off at the manâs table you made to leave, hoping to escape before he tried his drink for the first time, however this plan was quickly prevented as he grabbed your wrist, preventing you from leaving. âYouâre gonna stay here âtil Iâve tried this drink that you probably fucked up, like everything else.â He muttered, whispering something else under his breath that you didnât quite catch but made your cheeks flush in embarrassment all the same. Immediately after trying his drink he slammed it down on the table, an awkward silence filling the space around you as nearby tables stopped talking to look at the disruption. âDid I not tell you to make this properly, if you spent half as much time doing your fucking job as you did whoring yourself out in that fucking mini skirt thereâd be no problem. Fucking slut.â He berated, the last part whispered louder than before in a clear attempt to make you hear it. You stood there, frozen for a few moments before he continued, âWhat the fuck are you hanging around for, remake my drink and get me your fucking manager Iâm not paying for your services.â He nearly screamed, breaking you out of your trance. âRight away.â You whispered, hands growing sweaty and slightly shaky as you turned to walk away only for your eyes to meet the next two tables all staring at you.Â
You practically sprinted into the kitchen to get away from all the stares in the main restaurant, more people having witnessed you getting screamed at than you first realised. As soon as the door shut behind you, you felt tears building in your eyes and your bottom lip quiver slightly. âWhereâs Price?â You asked softly, staring at the floor in an attempt to prevent yourself from looking Johnny in the eyes. âUpstairs, why?â He responded, clearly not looking in your direction. âNothing important.â You answered, hurrying up the flight of stairs round the corner, the tears slipping down your cheeks as you did.Â
You quickly knocked on Priceâs office door, tears now streaming down your face at full force. You vaguely heard him call âenterâ before you walked inside. âWhatâs wr-â He began before looking up at you and immediately standing from his chair and hurrying over. âLove, what happened?â He asked, hands moving to cup your cheeks as he spoke. âThis guy.â You began before you began to cry harder, remembering all the faces staring at you that youâd have to go back to serving. âItâs alright.â John whispered, pulling you against his chest, his hand rubbing up and down your back as his other held your head against his shoulder. âWhatâd the fucker do to make you like this, huh?â He murmured a few moments later, the two of you seated on a run down sofa in the far corner of the room. âHe yelled at me in front of everyone, saying I made his drink wrong and that if I spent less time whoring myself out, I could actually âserviceâ him properly. Called me a slut in a mini skirt.â You whispered, bringing your knees up to your chin as you spoke, voice wavering slightly. A few seconds of furious silence followed before you heard Johnâs voice, âYou stay here, Iâll have Johnny run some food up and Simonâll cover your tables for a bit. Be back soon.â He muttered, pressing his lips against your forehead before leaving the room, the silent rage rolling off him in waves.Â
It was only a few minutes until the door opened again, this time as Johnny walked inside, holding a small bowl of garlic bread in his hands. âYa doinâ okay?â He asked, placing the bowl down next to you before crouching down in front of you. âIt was humiliating.â You muttered, the tears having stopped but the tear tracks down your face being painfully obvious. âI know, ya didnât deserve thaâ bullshit.â He comforted, moving slightly to sit down beside you, your head resting on his shoulder as you leaned into him. The calm silence that followed was quickly broken by banging coming from downstairs and a muffled yell before Gaz threw open the door yelling about how âSimon was going to kill someone againâ. Instantly, you and Johnny were running downstairs and into the dining area.Â
The scene before you was a mixture of heart warming and concerning; Simon had the man whoâd insulted you by his collar, John standing slightly in front of him, his arms crossed. âIf that whore could do her job properly!â You heard the man yell before Simonâs fist clenched in a way you were all too familiar with. âSimon!â You whispered, grabbing his arm, having run over to the two men the minute you saw his fist clench. âSi, heâs not worth it.â You muttered, your other hand coming to rest over his clenched one. You could visibly see him relax slightly as he glanced at you, his fist loosening slowly as his fingers intertwined with your own. That is until the idiot opened his mouth, âI see sheâs doing her rounds of the staff here tooâ, was all he managed to get out before a loud crunch sounded and the sounds of screams followed. You didnât see what made the sound as Price pulled you into him the minute the man began to talk, as if he sensed what was about to occur, but you heard it all the same.Â
You stayed in Johnâs office for the rest of the evening, Kyle or Johnny occasionally coming in to check up on you. âSorry for making you run food.â You muttered as John settled back behind his desk, the rush having slowed down enough for him to come back to his office. âWasnât you, blame the fucker who thought heâd have a dig at you âcause he thought youâre an easy target.â He replied, holding his hand out slightly, indicating for you to come over to his seat, an action you quickly did. âSorry anyway.â You continued, leaning against Johnâs chair as you read his computer screen over his shoulder.Â
As the restaurant cleared, you slowly made your way downstairs into the kitchen to help Johnny with packing up everything. âYou okay?â The Scotsman asked after a few moments of silent cleaning. âBetter now, howâs Simon?â You replied, glancing up at Johnny who took a few steps towards you before taking the cleaning rag out of your hands and gesturing at the door, an indication you took.
You assumed Kyle was out back as the dining area was empty save from Simon who was cleaning behind the bar, his back turned to from you as he was scrubbing down the far end of the bartop. Silently, you walked behind the bar to join him, carefully wrapping your arm around his waist, allowing him to tense before turning and seeing it was you and relaxing again, before leaning your head against his chest, your arms tightening slightly around him as one of his own moved to rest on your lower back whilst his other reached for your face, tilting it slightly so he could meet your eyes. He carefully flicked his eyes across your face, trying to make sure you were alright before ultimately deciding you were okay and releasing a small sigh of apparent relief. Slowly you moved a hand to the back of Simonâs head, having to lean up in order to do so, your eyes quickly glancing at his lips before returning to meet his gaze. Almost immediately you felt the hand on your lower back dip to your ass before he lifted you up and onto the bartop, a small laugh escaping your lips as he did so causing him to slip into a small smile, stepping in between your thighs the moment you were situated. Your arms quickly looped around his neck, pulling him closer against you then eventually pulling him slightly down to meet your lips with his. You felt one of his hands brace himself against the bar, allowing him to lean fully into you, whilst the other found your lower back again, sliding your hips down the bartop until they were pressed against his. A small whine escaped your lips as you felt his hardening cock rub against you only for the sound to be drowned out in his mouth, his tongue slipping past your lips at the first opportunity to do so. As he continued to suck into your mouth you felt his hand slide around to your front, slowly running up and down your waist before sliding down fully to the top of your thighs and stopping there until your own hand guided his under the fabric of your skirt, your mouth too preoccupied to beg vocally. Quickly you felt him slip under your panties, his fingers masterfully circling your clit making you more breathless than you already were before he gently entered a first finger inside you, your back arching slightly against him at the intrusion. âSi.â You whispered, separating from his lips and pressing your forehead against his shoulder as he began to slowly thrust the finger in and out of your cunt, his second hand moving to continue the ministrations against your clit.Â
By the time a second finger entered inside you you were practically biting down on his shoulder to muffle the sounds escaping your lips as you grew closer and closer to your finish, Simon having shifted slightly so his lips were able to suck at your neck whilst maintaining his actions with his hands and allowing you to follow his shoulder. âSimon I canât-â You whispered breathless against his skin as a third finger was inserted and the pressure on your clit increased. âYes you can love, come on.â He replied, his voice slightly muffled against your neck but containing the unmistakable huskiness he got whenever he was âengagingâ. âSiâŚâ You whined, head tilting into the curve of his neck as your eyes fluttered shut as your body was pushed over the precipice and your thighs began to shake uncontrollably. âThere we go, easy now lovey.â Simon muttered, pressing a lingering kiss to your now sweaty forehead as your breathing began to even out. âGood girl.â He continued, slowly bringing his fingers up from your thighs before calling out, âJohnny!â before waiting for the doors to swing open which they did after a few seconds. âYeah Si-?â The man in question began before pausing in the doorway and taking in the sight in front of him with a large grin. After a few seconds of happy staring he all but leapt over to the two of you, allowing you to shuffle your head over to his shoulder and off of Simonâs chest, his grin growing impossibly wider as Simon offered up his hand before Johnny quickly took the offer and slowly took a finger into his mouth, sucking on the digit with a small moan before moving to the next. âChrist, beautiful you taste divine.â He murmured in between fingers, bringing his hand up to stroke your hair. âIf we were at home gods bonnie.â He continued after cleaning the last of Simonâs fingers with a grin, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before turning his head towards Simon and using his free hand to pull the man towards his lips, an action the blonde completed more than willingly.
A/N #2: Can you tell this is my first time writing smut properly - I am so sorry if its poorly written I genuinely struggle with writing smut in a way that's realistic and fun to read. T.T
mdni dean loves your thighs
how dean reacts to an affectionate partner
plus sized reader
dean with a shy partner
sick!dean
dean with a sleepy partner
long distance with dean
embraces with dean
domestic headcanons
random bf!dean headcanons
sam winchester,
new relationship nerves
sam is your best friend platonic!
gentle affection with sam
sam with a shy partner
sam with a bubbly partner
jo harvelle,
jo with an anxious partner
fake texts
dean,
drunk!dean
dean attempts to confess
random texts with bf!dean, more
random texts with odd!reader
shy!reader texts
reader with ocd
sam,
drunk!sam
random texts with bf!sam
texts with bf!sam, under the weather
texts with sam and odd!reader
â ᨳଠ. SUMMARY. you and ino have been talking for a while, the two of you dancing along the edge of making things official. come the day of his biggest concert yet, he's been acting strange. little did you know, it's because the next song on the setlist has your name written all over it.
CREDS. dividers by @/cursed-carmine, pictures in smau found on Pinterest
CONTENT. Fluff, pre-relationship, ino is in a band with choso, suguru, Satoru, and sukuna, but skunk is on hiatus, nothing really else really, WC: 0
A/N. this is written with u + me = <3 ino and reader in mind. lmk if u want a pt 2 (:
for perverted sam thoughts for the soul- this extends to even before y'all start dating.
i LIVE for guilty pervereted sam so i'd imagine his eyes would gaze a little too long on reader if they show off their legs in some capacity or their shirt rides up a bit when they stretch, forearms, collarbones, if you wear anything that reveals straps of your undergarments, etc.
it'd be such little things like that which sams finds arousing. he'll jerk himself off in the shower (so that hopefully the water drowns out the noise, water washing away sins, whateva) when all reader wore was a pair of shorts and a tank top because it happened to be hot as hell that day.
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my eyes glazed over when i saw this anon. you understand... it's all in the details baby!! he's cataloguing every new sliver of skin you reveal and adding it to his spank bank STAT. he truly would be obsessed with every inch of you by the time you get with him sooo i hope you like a man that gets horny when your shoulders are out!!
i'm sure we're all suffering through a heatwave to some degree right now and i personally want nothing more than to rip all my clothes off 24/7. sam could never survive being around me fr he's holding back his urges while i walk around with my pants off idgaf. anywayyy, i started to write something in answer to this and tumblr completely deleted it so hereâs the heatwave drabble 2.0 extended edition (18+ content under the cut):
âIâm grabbinâ a soda from the vending machine. Yâall want anything?â Dean asks, sighing and standing from the bed.Â
âWaterâs fine,â Sam mumbles, pushing his sweat-slick hair back. You offered him a hair tie a while ago, which is relieving him of the hair at the back of his neck, but the rest is still damp anyway.Â
âIâll take two,â you mutter, spread out on the motel floor in nothing but a loose T-shirt and your underwear. âGrab a bucket of ice, too.â
âCan do,â Dean replies, holding a crumpled wad of bills in his sweaty palm. He exits, leaving you and Sam alone in the motel room.
Itâs 102 degrees Fahrenheit outside, and the sun is beaming down like a motherfucker. No hunting will happen today â if there are any spirits afoot in the general area, theyâll have to wait another day. The roomâs air conditioner is barely surviving the current heatwave, sputtering and coughing up lukewarm air from its vents. Itâs better than nothing, hence why your little trio is holed up here rather than anywhere else. At least youâre all comfortable enough to strip down around each other.
Too comfortable, perhaps. Sam keeps staring at you from his spot on the bed, tracing your body with his eyes. You canât get a good look at what heâs doing from his current vantage point, but he can see everything that counts: your legs are propped up, bent at the knees and idly swaying from side to side. The underside of your thighs glisten in the light, slick from sweat. Theyâre slightly spread â just enough that Sam can see between your parted legs, stealing a look at the blue underwear clinging to your body. Your shirt is riding up, too, offering a view of your navel. You lift the hem of said shirt to wipe sweat from your face, and Sam swallows thickly when he catches a brief glimpse of your bare chest beneath the cotton.Â
Sam was too nervous to shed all of his clothes â heâs wearing his boxers and a wife pleaser. It makes him feel awfully greedy, now, since he gets to see so much of you. He leans back on the bed, licking his lips, breathing heavy. The longer he looks at you, the more vivid his imagination becomes: he can see himself putting his big hands on the meat of your thighs, spreading them apart. He wants to bite them, leave marks all the way up the inside of that tender, soft flesh. He wants to tug your underwear down with his teeth, kiss your navel and your hips and down your middle. He wants to bury his head between your legs until he canât breathe.Â
He doesnât realize his cock is hard until itâs too late. Thereâs a sizable tent in his boxers, stretching the cotton thin. Fuck, he almost says aloud. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why did this have to happen now? When youâre both alone?Â
To make matters worse, the doorknob starts to jiggle. Dean is back, knocking his fist against the wood.Â
âForgot my key,â he calls, voice muffled.
âI got it,â you say before Sam can move. You roll over, and Sam chokes on his own breath when you get on your hands and knees, your ass perked up in the air. You stretch, shirt slipping higher up to show your back, and â are you doing this on purpose, he wonders? Teasing the ever-loving fuck out of him? Trying to get him to cum in his boxers? Or are you only this cruel by accident?
Whatever the case may be, Sam has to act before you notice his predicament and call him a dirty freak. He scrambles off of the bed, turning his back to the door when you stand to open it up. Before Dean can make it inside and catch sight of his brother very clearly aroused (by you), Sam runs into the restroom, slamming the door behind him.Â
You jump, the door swinging open just as Dean slides in with a bucket of ice, some waters, and a couple cans of Coke for himself.Â
âWhatâs his deal?â Dean mutters, having witnessed the restroom door swinging open and Samâs hurried behavior. The shower blasts on a second later, and you shrug, looking at where the other brother ran off to with a perplexed squint.
âI dunno,â you say, grabbing a cold bottle of water. âGot too hot for him, I guess.âÂ
In the restroom, Sam steps into the cold shower, leaning his back against the tiles. With his clothes off and his hand around his cock, he sighs, desperately jerking off to the thought of those legs of yours around his head.Â
PT2 to my neglected beta!reader x toxic 141 (excluding simon), gn!reader
WC: 7.7k part 1 here
Simon thought Johnny was bad enough getting into his head and convincing him to indulge in an actual friendship for once. It didn't help either that getting along with Kyle was as easy as making a remark and laughing together over it. The team created a perfect dynamic, almost unstoppable.Â
Then came you.
You were always hanging around them, fitting in easily, practically always smiling at his jokes even on missions. Maybe a snide remark back here or there, but it was never moreâ always balanced. He supposed it was in your nature, as a beta and all, to be perfectly in between like that. Not that Simon was the one to pay much mind to societal matters like that anywayâ the battlefield was very different to social gatherings, and the only language he knew was that of violence. It wasn't like he couldn't get by either; it felt like everyone grew up with that small talk ingrained in them from the start. The weather, the latest mission, annoying recruits, the bloody royal family if he really had to.Â
So, when he started to notice the change around you, he decided to stay out of it. It was plain obvious you felt disappointed when Johnny got an omega, Simon felt a little pang even if he didn't want to. But he didn't know what that feeling meant, and he sure as hell wasn't going to call you out on it. So, he didn't.
Then it was Kyle, and your scent only grew even more sour. Still, you didn't show it on the outside, so he chose not to comment on it again. He probably never wouldâve reallyâ after all, who wants to be âcomfortedâ by someone who can't even fix himself?
When the Sergeants hung out, you were no longer in their little circle, always off somewhere else. He asked Johnny once, why you hadn't gone to watch a movie with them, only for him to just blink at Simon. âOhâ them? Guess we kinda just forgot to invite them. Weâre not that close, anâ we got an omega ân all now.â
Is that what happens? When an alpha gets an omega? They forget everything they ever knew and just.. lock in on that? Still, Johnnys relationship with him never changed, not like he did with you. Something was wrong about all of this but what was he supposed to do, force the Scot to hang out with you again? This wasnt bloody nursery, besides, matters like this meant nothing with the weight of the nation placed on the team. Well, rather on the four alphas, since he soon learnt you were being taken off their shared missions too. For the first time, he faltered during the briefing with Price.
âYouâre not bringing them for this one?â He heard about you being taken off of Johnnyâs but this was a whole team mission with your file not in it.
âWe have to spread resources efficiently. Technically we dont need them anymore, with two mated alphas. Theyâll be placed with the extraction team.â
Ghost wasn't stupid, he knew that part of the reason for you being on the team was because of the regulation effects of having a beta on an all alpha teamâ itâs the same bias that got him into the SAS anyway. Omegaâs never got this high in ranks either. But thatâs exactly it, itâs meant to be a part of the reason not enough to throw you off an op.
âWhen we need to go solo, theyâll be on that op. Itâs not that bad, Ghost.â Price reassures him, and all he can do is sigh and nod along. He already anticipated how your scent would tighten upon the news, a hint of sadness seeping in. This time he couldn't help himselfâ this was something he knew. So, he immediately secured your place the second he received orders of his mission, stationed beside him like you belonged. Heâd always been able to recognise the change in scent, from the smallest degree, something that was forced into him at a young age. This time, it was clear you were much happier like this, beside one of the 141, on a mission, doing something.
That he could definitely relate to. Heâs no stranger to feeling out of control when he can't contribute to an objective.
Having you beside him had a much better effect than he perceived anyway. Not only were you skilled and efficient, but he felt he just worked better beside you. And so he decided to set up a trip to the pubâ give you a chance to hang out with Kyle and Johnny too. He was convinced that they had just gotten to in their heads with their new omegasâ a honeymoon phase he supposes.
He kicked himself for not saying more at that fiasco, not forcing Johnny to regret those cruel comments in the moment. But you had already retreated back to your barracks at the end of the night, and he was left staring at your closed door with a chest aching with regret he hasnt felt since he was far smaller. The next day he hounded Johnny until he went to apologise to you, listening from the other side of the door in hopes thatâd be enough. Still, he had figured you mightâve still been annoyed after yesterday, wouldn't even blame you really, but instead the acceptance was one of a prey who stopped fighting. It didn't satisfy the wound in his heart even for a second.
âWhy have you denied my team for the next mission?â He stands before Priceâs desk, an anger boiling in his chest that he hasn't felt for years. He swore to himself he wouldnt let his happen again.
âYou know I'm mated, Simonââ
âBut iâm not.â His palms press on the desk as he stares at his Captain, the man who gave him a reason to keep going ever since this force had started. But he cant defend this, not when heâs taking away your purpose. âPrice..âÂ
âIf i dont do it now, theyâll force my hand later. Itâs a better opportunity for them to work with other teams tooââ
âBullshit.â He knows thereâs no more arguing when Price gives him that look. Itâs not like youâd be happy in your new omega teamâ he wouldn't be surprised if you grew envious of them from how their existence had thrown you out of the entire team. He knows something violent would burst if it happened to him.Â
ââââ-
Thereâs a heavy haze on your mind when you try to blink your eyes open, like itâs muddling all your thoughts into one. Youâre extremely hungry.Â
A small groan escapes you and when you finally open your eyes, itâs like theyâre forced to droop. You can feel dried stains on your cheeks which explains why your eyes feel tired themselves. What happened?
Thereâs a small rumble behind you, startling you but you hardly have control of your body right now so thereâs not much you can do but blink in confusion. The last thing you remember is training for the mission with the team, and by the pain rippling across your body, something mustâve happened during it. Still, your chest doesnt pump with fear, in fact you feel calm, like your body is well aware that youâre safe wherever you are.
Again, you try to move, inhaling a sharp breath as you force yourself onto your back. The pain is instant and you have to breathe out slowly as if you dont feel like thereâs tears across your arms. When you finally sober up, you stop scrunching your eyes so tight and finally notice the weight next to you. Or rather.. around you.
âW-what theâ?â
âââ
He had woken up to the feeling of you shuffling beneath his arm, but the muffled pained sound is what made his eyes snap open. It takes him a few moments to realise the predicament he had foundâ or rather put himselfâ in last night. One arm draped across your stomach protectively with his nose pressed as close to you as he could manage.
âYouâre up early.â He glances at the clock behind you, sat on the dresser, the early time of eight am flashing beside âSaturdayâ. Even though he knows he should be questioning why heâs even doing this, his body feels strangely at ease. Itâs even better than the day after a successful op.
âLieutenant.. why are we in bed?â You croak out, trying to sit up from the embarrassment of it all but his arm tightens to keep you from going too far. It startles you, against his intentions, leaving you even more confused than before. âWasnt i on a mission..? Andâ and there was a hostage.. is she alright? Did anyone else get seriously hurtââ
âMission went sideways âcause of a bomb strapped to a hostage, everyoneâs out alright. You got the brunt of the damage saving them, the rest of them are already going home safe.âÂ
His alpha isnt as fiery as he remembers it the night prior, the ache in his chest now a warm thrum with you so close. Still, you look uncomfortable, and that hurts his alpha more than being away from you. So he pulls away, letting you sit yourself upright against the headboard.
You take a long breath of relief at his words of reassurance, and he can only assume itâs your own instinctive need to keep others safe. âAnd how I ended up here..?â
âYou had surgery to remove shrapnel and a stray bullet that skimmed you. When you woke, the anaesthesia had you terrified, flailing about like a fish outta water.â He murmurs, gesturing towards the bandages peeking out from the hospital gown you still wore. It had ridden up in the night and now showed the gauze and bandages wrapped around your middle. There were some on your calves as well and the way you wince he supposes you realised about the one on your back.
âThey called me in to help stabilise youâ figured youâd recognise me. You did, calmed down a bit and then..â He trails off for a moment and you look up at him curiously, watching as he leans back against the headboard. He pauses, unsure whether to tell you about what you had confessed to him in your drugged state. âJusâ started crying⌠not sure what about.â He swallows and then glances back down to you. âAnd well, yâknow how weâd get, when another got injuredâ
Theyâve always had their fair share of injuries, usually due to their own brashness as alphas. He remembers when Gaz got shot like it was yesterday, the three of them wouldn't leave his side. It took you all the strength you could muster to force John to let you treat him, even if Ghost had been glued to his side anxiously throughout the entire thing too.
âI took you away from there, brought you here. Stayed till you fell asleep, and then I mustâve passed out myself.â
Itâs obvious youâre extremely confused right now, and to be honest, even he is. Heâs never felt a pack instinct so strong in his life, not even towards the rest of the 141â itâs still shocking him, and yet, he still cant feel anything but calm.
âSorry.. for the trouble i caused.â You mumble out but he shakes his head immediately.
âYou didn't cause any. Just glad youâre okay.â He gets off the bed, mattress creaking from the relieved weight and springing immediately after he stands. âIâll go grab breakfast. You shouldn't move too much.â
âââââ
It took everything in him to force himself to leave you to head towards the mess hall. Doing so also cleared his mind from the tranquility forced upon it, letting him finally go over the events of last night to just five minutes ago.
He had forgone all professionalism, and snatched you from the infirmary like it was what he was meant to do.Â
When he got back, you practically shovelled the food in your mouth whilst he restrained himself from telling you to eat slower. Still, he offered to help you clean up, since seeing all those wraps didn't make his chest any lighter regardless of instinct. Though,that was enough for you to adamantly shake your head and accidentally shut the door straight in his face.
âThanks for making sure I was okay.â You say gratefully, dressed in some spare clothes and picking up your phone in your bag to see for any messages about reports or briefings. â I should head back to my room though.â
He freezes, you weren't supposed to just leave straight away. Well, technically you didn't have a reason to stay, but a burn in his chest makes it physically impossible to watch you step away now.
âStop.â
You listen to his command, turning to meet his eyes as you wonder what else he could really want. The chair creaks as he stands, making his way over to you until heâs just standing there, scrutinising you.
âYou smell.. off.â
âWell.. I'm not using my usual shampoo obviously.â You give him a meek smile, and even though itâs not enough to settle the craving he just nodsâ accepting it.
âShould probably check by the infirmary just in case.â He mumbles, fighting every urge to scent you before he lets you go.
âI will.â
âââ
Three days.
Thatâs all thatâs passed since that night, and still his mind is a turmoil he can't unravel. As much as his brain insisted you needed some space, he found himself insistent on making sure youâre okay.Â
Thatâs exactly why the second he saw you alone in the mess hall today, he was beside you in seconds.Â
âAre you feeling any better?â Your shoulders jump in a way that makes him wince, but you relax just as quickly when you realise and smile at him.
âWhat, better than yesterday when you asked me in the hallway?â He likes seeing you tease him like this, as if the pain wasn't eating you from the inside. You hadn't got the opportunity to talk more than in passing, so you answer more when he looks at you attentively. âThe nurses gave me ointment for the burns, and I'll be back on regular training soon. Just taking it easier with lighter gym sets, and running instead to keep my body moving.â
Right, he remembers the significantly less damage on your lower half; running must be a bit easier than any other activity for you.
âGood to know, Iâll keep an eye on you too.âÂ
You look embarrassed by his words, quickly turning your head away as you hurriedly step forward in the queue. âIâm not going to exert myself, you don't need to do that.â
All he can do is shrug, trying to push down the feeling that bubbles with your reaction. Instead he steps in front of you to dish out your portions of food for you. Not too much, or too little, just the way youâve always liked it. He even skips the sides you don't like.Â
âI do, actually. As a lieutenant, youâre under my care. And as my beta, I need to make sure youâre well.â
It slips out so easily before he can stop it and he pauses, waiting for you to narrow your eyes in disgust. Who is he to claim you like that? Although.. you don't even seem to catch it, but he does notice the small quirk of your brow when you finally process a few moments later. âWaitââ
âIm on grocery run on tomorrowâ havinâ a team movie night on Saturday. You should come too, get some steps in instead of being in this stuffy base for so longâ Before you can even answer he places your utensils on your plate and then locks onto the exit. âMeet me by our usual car, alright? Eight amsharp.â And then heâs already weaving through the crowds, leaving you standing on your own.Â
ââââââââ-
For the first time in his life, Simon Riley was excited to see you. He hadn't really had time to question it, between the brand new load of paperwork dumped on him today alone and a million other problems in his mind. And yet, every time he glanced at the time ticking towards tomorrow, his instincts roared.
Would you allow him any closer than before? Although, sleeping beside him was already past many boundaries he had only considered heâd need to ease through now. Heâs sure youâd flash him that exact smile when he saw you waiting by the car, positive youâd be embarrassed when he no doubt did something for your sake.Â
Or youâd back up in fear, your eyes flashing with the same hurt you directed towards Soap that day. Youâd realise heâs no different than the rest, infact probably just as cruel as they are.Â
âBit late to still be working, Lieutenant, even for you.â
âJohn.â He murmurs, voice on the quieter end as he watches from his seat on the Captainâs couch. There was a small wad of paperwork clutched in his hands like he needed reason to be here, and not solely for the true purpose.
âSimon.â Price returns, walking over to his desk to light a cigar before returning to sit infront of him. âGot a feeling I know why youâre here.â
Itâs silent for a few moments and John is convinced heâll have to lure the question out himself. But it never really is that simple with Simon Riley. Straightforward as ever, he can't help but jump right to the point âHow did you.. know? Your omega.âÂ
Price raises a brow this time, having not entirely expected that, but nods regardless as he breathes out smoke. âFeel it in your chest first. Like your instincts are controlling you really⌠pulling you towards them. Itâs not like you can even try to stop it either.â
âAnd then what..?â
âThe mating bite. The feeling will come soon after, fast evenâ youâll get violent. But itâs whatâs expected, nearly every alpha goes through it. Just advise your omega to not fight back and there won't be much to clean up.âÂ
He pauses when the air in the room suddenly becomes tense, taking another inhale of the cigar.
âThe sooner you do it, the easier itâll be. You don't know when youâll see them again with our schedules. I don't want to see you actinâ feral on a mission desperate for their scent.â
Soon enough, it was the next day, and he had driven you to the nearest Tesco Extra. Luckily you had come just in time for a sale.. although that meant there were a lot more people than usual. Despite offering to hold it, the basket dangles in his right hand while you glue yourself to his left side. The explosion had left your senses much more sensitive, so sticking to him was the best option.Â
âAnything else you want?âÂ
âMaybe another biscuit?â You tease since heâs been filling up the basket with them so far, making you snort a little. When you did hang around the team, him and you were the only ones whoâd eat them but you didn't know he liked it this much.
He rolls his eyes at your teasing, and leads you to the next aisle. âGrab what you want and meet me over there.â Itâs emptier here, so you nod and watch him go towards the tinned food, now facing the shelves of crisps he left you with.
Well you know Soap and Gazâs favourites already, and Simon loves kettle chips. Youâre not sure if the Captain would also be there, so you grab a mixed bag for him. Would it be weird after not seeing them for so long? Strangely enough, you really can't bring yourself to resent them for what happened.Â
Was it really their fault? No one ever seemed to have the same problems as you. There was only one time you confessed it to a fellow beta on base, although he had quickly become defensive, shaking his head at you. âWeâre colleagues at the end of the day. As long as it doesn't affect work, itâs totally fine.â
âDidn't get the crisps you like.â You jump as he appears, grabbing your favourite and tossing it in the basket. âCome on, weâll get some drinks and go.âÂ
You trail behind him as he carries on, noticing an obvious hunch in his shoulders. Heâs tense, which for some reason you find entirely out of place despite you not even knowing him that well. Itâs just that, ever since that morning in bed with him, he felt soft, and warm, like everything youâd find comfort in. Surely those same clenched muscles aren't the ones that laid beside you?
Youâre about to spiral further into analysing his behaviour when you realise youâre at the checkout with him. âO-oh, do you mind if I run to the beta section quickly? I just need to grabââ
âAlready got you one.â He picks up the scent refresher from the basket, scanning it through, as well as other medication heâs also seen you use before. You can only blink at him in surpriseâthe prices had hiked even higher recently, and you had to debate over buying one or being able to afford morning coffees anymore
It brought a sense of relief to your heart though, that comforting feeling settling in your gut once more. Heâs alright, probably just a tough mission coming up.
âââââââ
The past few days itâs like a switch had flipped inside him, too similar to how the others reacted after their new omega. Youâre at a loss really, itâs not like heâs being rude, but heâs being distant. Like heâs cautious of you. To be honest, you were half expecting him to tell you not to come to the movie night anymore.Â
Though maybe you were judging him too quicklyâ itâs not all alphas, right? It was almost sickening every time the small bit of hope bubbled up though, like it was stupid to think heâd actually be the one to stay longer than the rest. You just hope the reason for this wasn't because of something they told him about you.
You were.. surprised to say the least when you entered the rec room alongside Ghost. The both of you had retrieved the bags from his car after he surprisingly called to make sure you were still coming.Â
Soap and Gaz weren't lazily sprawled across the couch like they usually wouldâif anything they seemed antsy. They were both sitting there, shoulders tense, Gazâs leg even bouncing slightly. You did hear they all came back from a mission recently but they were never this agitated, all pent up like this, back when you were with them. Â
âOh, hi.â Gaz looks upon hearing two sets of footsteps and smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. You just nod, awkwardly fiddling with the plastic bags you grabbed from Ghostâs car. âWhatâre you here for?â
âGhost and I went to grab the snacks the other dayâÂ
âYâcan call me Simon, yâknow.â He takes the plastic bags from your hands and you nod sheepishly, not even realising you had been using his codename.Â
âOops, sorry.â He shakes his head at your apology and you quickly help him unpack all the snacks onto the coffee table for tonight.
âCompletely blew a mission and now ye come âere for a movie night?â Soap mustâve gotten up at some point, now brushing past you. His arms are like rocks when they hit into yours, and his tone is heavyâ almost accusing.
It catches you off guard, and you freeze, watching as he walks around the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water to swallow in one gulp. âWell.. we did always have the best ones, no?â Surely he didn't mean to be that harsh, clearly something had been holding their bodies in a tight limbo. It must be a poor joke, even if it dug deep.
He doesn't take your words in the tone you intended though, brows narrowing down at you in contempt. âDonât see why we âave to entertain the fuck ups. My omega was in thaâ mission, she couldâve died âcause of you.âÂ
âJohnnyââ Simon cuts in, voice low as he steps in front of you, his scent wrapping around you, weak enough to not fill your head too much. Heâs being careful for you.
Though before Simon can say anything more, you let out a soft huff, crossing your arms over your chest. âThatâs the risk of every mission, Soap. I thought as a demolition expert you would know that. Or are you forgetting the time you almost killed me?â
âThat was a calculated risk. And yer still standing, arenât ya?â He scoffs, rolling his eyes at your supposed argument. âYou were being reckless and stupid out there.â
âThatâs not what you said when I was on the team.â You snap back, anger starting to simmer inside of you too now. After all, they had constantly sung your praises when you were here. Itâs their own fault for throwing you into an omega mission when you werenât prepared enough.
âYou left the team.â
âBecause I was forced off!â
That pisses him off, because your words feel like an attack against him, and he walks right up to you, inches away. âWe never needed you anywayâ just a beta to balance us alpha out. Clearly youâre useless otherwise.â Though suddenly his nose scrunches, stepping back a moment before his eyes narrow into a glare. âYe fucking bastard. Coming in here, stinkinâ omegas, stinking of her?!â
Your jaw clenches as you watch his body language, something you picked upon living around alphas. They get explosive, very strong quickly. First his fists start to clench, the veins in his forearms starting to show. Then his scent starts getting thicker with anger, pumping into the air like a burning building. Itâs bad enough that it makes your own anger start to fizzle, hitting your head in waves of pain and you almost stumble backwards. Everything feels like itâs happening in slow motion, his hand rising upwards, the touch of skin against your cheek and the implosion of pain that spreads across your head.
Simon grabs you before you end up dropping altogether and pulls you away from him immediately, shielding you with his body. âI dont know what the fuck has gotten into you Johnny but you need to sort it outâ now.â His scent is thicker than youâve ever smelt it, in fact this is the most youâve ever been able to make of it. It smells like gasoline, sharp and lingering, and ready to destroy something completely. So toxic, it forces you to gasp for a breath.
âBoth of you, stand down, now.â
Priceâs voice echoes across the room and you instantly shudder, leaning against the counter weakly as you grasp your face. The bruise will darken tomorrow but you can already feel your cheek starting to swell. What really has you is the mix of scents all around, filling your head so strongly.
âCaptainââÂ
âNo.â Price doesn't hesitate to march over, standing in between them as Ghost thrums with anger. You look over to the doorway, hearing the small creak as it closes Gaz standing there with his arms crossed. âYou are soldiers, not fucking children.â He argues, pointing an accusing finger towards the Scot before turning to give Ghost an equally sharp glare.Â
Then his eyes find you. All you can do is stare back, wondering how heâll react. Would he blame you for all this? Would you be the scapegoat to keep his perfect little pack intact?
Would you let him humiliate you once more?
Youâre a soldier, a beta one, but a fighter nevertheless. Missions youâve fought through, almost died on, saved lives during. For this? To end up like this? You push yourself to stand despite the heavy scents weighing you down, regardless of the stare his alpha is directing to your beta. Everything tells you to submit, the haze in your head and the throb across your cheek.Â
âYou should go, I'll talk to you about this later.â Price commands, nodding his head towards the door. Surprisingly, his words weren't as harsh, in fact more exasperated than anything.Â
âEnjoy your movie night.â You murmur, grabbing your jacket where it was on the chair and throwing it over your arm.Â
âWaitââ Simon starts, backing away from his offensive on Soap instantly to follow you. âDonâtâ You hear Price stop him, his hand wrapped around his forearm to stop him chasing after you.Â
ââââââââ-
If that wasn't enough of a reason for you to give up on all of them, you don't know what is anymore. Theyâve treated you so horribly, it was hardly arguable anymore that you shouldnât have even tried with them again. This was all so stupidâyouâre so stupid for even thinking this time it could end differently. You could never coexist.Â
As for Simon, all you feel is a deep regret in your stomach. It was obvious really, of course he mustâve just been smelling omega on you this entire time. It was just a biological confusion, not a genuine interest in you. He didn't care about who you were, his alpha smelt an omega, and thatâs all that really matters. It makes you feel sick to your stomach, knowing that you had in some way probably tricked him. His alpha probably had him strung up all week, no wonder he looked so uncomfortable in that shop and every day past.Â
The chat with Price never happened. They had been briefed almost immediately after you left for an op, and you heard the chatters of their departure the next day. So with them all gone,it was time to get back to work. You had briefings to attend, reports to fill and to forget about everything that happened. Or what didn't happen between you two.
Except you can't.
Everytime you get a second alone with your thoughts, they drift back to him, to that morning and waking up beside him. The last time youâve woken to someoneâs scent around you was when you were very little, your family huddling together in the nest. That stopped as soon as you presented.
Now youâre stuck with this emptiness in your chest. At first you thought his scent had been too strong, and you even tried two pumps of the scent refresher to try and clear your senses. Not even that worked, if anything making it worse now that you longed for his scent even more.Â
Thereâs a small balcony you used to see him smoke at, when you first joined the team. He came up here once or twice, and then over the two years you spent with them, never again. In fact, you overheard the sergeants say he quit it altogether. You pause by it today, staring out at the worn railing, the remnants of ash sitting upon it, the mark of his shoe making an outline on the unused floor.Â
For some reason it makes your eyes water, mourning a connection you couldâve had but seems impossible now.Â
â-
Itâs late at night a few days later. You had taken the opportunity while they were gone to take all of your things out of the rec room. Sure, you shouldâve done it before, but a small part of you was still clinging on to possibility. Your blankets that you and the sergeants would swaddle yourselves in on colder nights, the tea strainer you bought to show Price how to use leaves instead of the bought bags, even the few mugs in the cupboard you bought to match them. You left behind the one Soap bought for your birthdayâ perhaps it belonged there more than it ever did to you. Can't forget the CD player you let Gaz borrow a million times either.
They don't suit your room, the colour clashes with the boring greys in here, and they look like a pile of junk from where youâre beneath the duvets, staring at them. Itâs almost midnight, and you know you should be sleeping, but it's a Friday night so to hell with that. You could afford late night wallowing; itâs not like you had anywhere to be tomorrow.
They were supposed to come back today. You heard it from Laswell when discussing something else; she must not know what happened between you. Either they chose not to tell her..or forgot, since you were never that important anyways. The clock blinks one am, maybe you really should sleep.
âââ
The knock on the door breaks your sleep, and you can only assume it wasn't the first as it continues, each one seeming to become.. slower. You crawl out of bed, mind trying to run a million possibilities through your awakening brain. An emergency mission? Bad news? A sudden attack? An intruder?
âPlease..â You hear the groan on the other side of the door, convincing you enough to open it instantly and reveal the other side.Â
Ghostâ or rather Simon, with his mask now fallen at your feetâ leans against your door frame, blood dripping onto the floor from a wound near his middle and his eyes glazed over. âBeta..â He breathes through a pained wince, chest sinking quickly.Â
âSimon?! You should be in the infirmary, not here- â You scoff, gaze flicking between the blood staining the floor, his hand clenched over the wound and the grime clinging onto his hair and neck.
âNoâ no- canât think..â He steps forward, every movement heavy with pain and hurt and yet his eyes stay locked on you. His words are desperate as his hand clenches the handle, sucking in a strained breath.Â
âA-alright, fine. Iâve got some stuff somewhereââ Opening the door fully now, you reach for his hand, letting him lean the brunt of his weight as you haul him towards your bathroom. Itâs only when you manage to get him to sit on the toilet seat do you free yourself from him, rummaging through your cupboards desperately. âHere- okay, lift your shirt we need to fix that quickly.â
Luckily the wound had just been leaking into the bandages so all you had to do was repack and replace, although you had to deal with his incoherent groans the entire time. Tucking the clean edge into the wrap, heâs finally alright again and you sigh in relief, stepping back.
âStopââ He grasps your wrist as you try to put the box back, forcing you to stay in place as you raise a brow at him.
âI need to put it back.â You sigh, unable to fathom what was up with him right now.
âStay.âÂ
âSimon, Iâm just going to the cabinet..â You sigh as he shakes his head adamantly, pulling you closer even as you try and resist. âLet me go.â
âNo.â
âSimon.â You say firmly, a fresh wave of your scent rolling through the air. Never have you used it on any of them before, in fact it only ever worked on inconsolable civilians youâve saved. Beta scentâs only had the purpose of calming down people anyway, not like an Alphaâs commanding force or an Omegaâs lure. âLet me go.â
So when he immediately goes lax, fingers grazing your palm as he gently lets go, you step back in surprise. What?Â
You keep one eye on him as you place the things away, but he just stays, unmoving. As you close the cabinet, you take a step towards him again, gently pulling down his shirt only to feel the soaked blood on it, as well as the gunpowder and grime. Definitely not a good mission then.
âWhy.. don't you wash up, alright? Iâll get you some clothes.â
For a moment youâre convinced youâll have to drag him yourself, but he takes a small inhale and nods quietly, standing the best he can before he kicks off his shoes and socks. Listening like a loyal dog.
â
You make your way to his room with your own mind full of questions from his strange behaviour. Why did your scent have that effect on him? Why did he come to you? Why did he always call you his beta?
The door unlocks easily with the card you nicked from his gear, and his room is in disarray. It wasnât uncommon for a pack to have scented items from each other, or very close friends; it usually helped with sleeping or just getting comfortable. You remember Gaz and Soap often had items in each other's rooms for that exact reason, though they never traded with you, even if you never asked yourself.
You immediately noticed Priceâs sweater on the floor, kicked to the door. Beside the dresser was Gazâs spare shirt, crumpled and half shoved beneath the base. Soapâs jacket was behind the bathroom door, hidden away from sight like something that couldn't bear to be seen. In the midst of it was a pair of gloves you lent him during a mission when he was damaged badly. Like a pillar in chaos, it was neatly placed beside a brand new scent refresher and a pack of your favourite snacks. Surely, just a piece of repayment, right?
ââââââ
The shower is quiet when you re-enter your room, and you hesitantly step towards the bathroom door, turning the handle. âBrought some clothes.â You murmur, watching the door handle turn.Â
âThank you.â He says, the same gruff tone but quieter, and takes the clothes you pass through the gap.
Surprisingly, he doesn't close it after, letting you hear his quiet shuffling as he changes. It feels weird standing on the otherside, knowing you can just walk in and see him bare like thisâ an alpha left vulnerable. Though, can an alpha truly be vulnerable before a beta? If anything, youâd always be vulnerable alone with him, and heâd always be the strongest in the room.
âI saw my gloves on your table.â You mumble out, stepping back to take a seat on the edge of your bed. His silence doesn't help your inability to keep in the thoughts running wild in your head.Â
His breath hitches behind the door, something youâve learnt to notice since you can't read his facial expressions. âI meant to return it to you. But.. I hadn't washed them yet.â
Just as you thought.
The door opens, and he steps forward, the grime washed off and bandages covered by the thin cotton shirt. He looks exhausted like this, like everything weighing down on him has finally caused him to crumble. Just like the others, his shoulders stay taut.
âYou left their things on the floor.â
Your beta is desperate to soothe, to understand the problems within his pack, and help him through them. No sane alpha would push away his packâs items, it has your beta ringing alarm bells across your mind.
âDidnât need them.â He murmurs, one hand tugging at the end of his shirt as it clings to his damp body. Youâve never seen him fiddle with things like this, running his tongue over his lips.Â
âYou didn't need your packâs items?â You huff out crossing your arms over your chest. âAt least make the lie believable.â Maybe this was his own strange way of pushing you away like they had, because you just wouldnât understand, would you?Â
âItâs not a lie.â He grunts, eyes flickering over you and then towards the doorâ like heâs about to bolt. Not now, not after everything.
You stand, blocking his path as you look at him. âWhy did you come here, Simon? Itâs not because you feel guilty about the other day, and you shouldn't anywayâ Soapâs right. Iâm not needed.â
âYou are.â
âIâm notââ You shake your head adamantly, turning towards the door. Thereâs no way you were going to sit around and be humiliated again, intentionally or not.
âWe need you.â He says firmly, hand grasping your wrist as his strong ash suddenly washes over you and thickens in the air. Itâs all you can smell, echoed by the weight of his words. Though, you feel his grip immediately falter afterwards, like instant regret. The scent calms quickly, back to the dull linger it usually is as his fingers fall to gently holding your palm. âI.. need you.â
For a moment youâre stunned, scent sprawling anywhere for something solid to grip onto as you try and weave through the possible meanings of his words. Him, Ghost, the soldier feared across foreign countriesâ soil and by his mask alone, needs you? A beta?Â
âI dontâŚâ understand. The word falls silent on your tongue, glancing down at his hand on yours in the low light. âI thought.. the omegaâs I work withâ their scent rub off on me. Thatâs the reason for all of this, isn't it?â
âNo, no.â His grasp tightens when you try to pull back, feet following you as you step back, until you take a seat against the edge of the bed. âYour scent, itâs been driving me insane. Itâs like I can't function without it.â
âBut thatâs not possible, Simon. Iâm not an omegaâ I can't lure you like that- even the sweetest scent is nothing more than cheap perfume.â You argue, because itâs the truth and there isnât anything more to it. Itâs facts, written and studied extensively in biological research that forms the foundations of society. There could be no other explanation because it just didn't exist, it never will.
His grip tightens again and this time his lip curls back, almost like heâs snarling.. except he seems to be more frustrated with his own actions than at you. âLust isn't going to save us soldiers.âÂ
You see it now as you look at him properly since patching him up. His eyes are half lidded but you can see how his pupils have expanded in the short time youâve had him here. Sorting out the blood spilling out of him mightâve helped, but he was crashing fast now that the pain-induced adrenaline was wearing off.
Now he just looked exhausted out of his mind, frantically holding onto his self control as his eyes locked onto the scent glands on your wrist. You could almost read his thoughts now, how he was slipping off the edge, fingers beginning to tremble. Wounded, exhausted and desperate for a moment of solace.
âSimon..â You whisper again, itâs been more than a few times tonight, but this time itâs different.
He drops to his knees before you, hitting the soft rug beside your bed as his hand holds onto yours. His mask had been off the entire time and yet only in this moment do you truly acknowledge the vulnerability before you. âPlease, scent me.â He murmurs, low and soft though not gentle with the rasp of greed that bubbles from his throat. Like he told you, he needs this. He needed you. âLet me be.. your alpha.â
The silence rings loud between you, even from the slow drops from the bathâs faucet and the whir of the bathroom fan fading into nothing. âOkay..I will.â You nod, breaking the dam holding him together and he doesn't even let out a breath until he presses his nose against your wrist. The inhale he takes is greedy, like he wants every last scent coating the air, and then the exhale comes, his body dropping like a bomb.
âThank you.â He breathes and you watch as he lifts your hand as he rises himself, and you realise now he doesn't have his gloves on from the feeling of his bare skin warm against you.
Itâs like he doesn't even hesitate, gently rubbing his wrist against the scent glands on yours. You knew what was coming, read about it a million times between alphas and omegasâ hell even heard a million more from them in your youth years.
Scenting, when the alphaâs scent envelopes your body, like a shot straight to your brain.Â
Except, this isn't like anything they described.
You can feel your scents starting to mix, intertwining together before separating once more. Theyâre tied in the middle like a promise and yet sprouting at completely different ends and filling the room. His scent changes, shifting from the harsh burnt tinges of ash and smoke like theyâve been washed up by yours. Itâs petrichor, the damp aroma whenever rain ingrains itself into the soil and washes over rocks. The smell is fresh, earthy and it feels like the relief of rain when it finally comes crashing down, washing over the ground and letting the dying flora renew.
But yours? Yours blossoms in magnitude, like a bubble that has grown and grown until it suddenly bursts. Youâve never smelt it so strong before, used to the quietness of it all, but itâs finally loud. Sweet honeycomb and chocolate, an appetising combination so rarely put together it makes his entire body melt. Itâs comforting like a warm drink on a cold day and refreshing like a breeze on a summer night.Â
You barely get a chance to shuffle backwards before heâs crashing into you, nose forcing itâs way towards your neck as his limbs one by one fall slack, muscles turned to the mere meat theyâre made from. A low purr rumbles through him, up his arms where they wrapped around your middle and his chest which is pressed against yours. His eyes have fallen shut, content to be pressed against your nose gland as he lets everything go.
âMy beta..â He murmurs, squeezing you tighter to the point youâre forced to exhale yourself and appreciate the warmth and comfort in the room. This was the first time youâve truly been able to appreciate a friendâs scent without feeling your head start to spin, and it felt amazing. Like everything in the world was set in place, nothing could even shift the balance in this room.Â
You squeeze him back, a small huff of laughter bubbling in your throat when he groans in contentment. His scent starts to settle once more, now the faint smell of smoke returning though with the gentleness of a campfire, easing your senses.Â
âAlpha..â You breathe out, letting your own body relax under his, eyes slipping shut in his grasp. Your beta was satiated, curling up for the first time in weeks, and you were more than happy to lay your heart beneath him.
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clingy
forgiven: clingy pt. 2
they're mean: bff!reader/pre-relationship
gcs
oops wrong gc
pick up lines
they're busy prank
the roommate situation
jealous leon
ashcroft!reader
decomposing
leon hcs
male reader
grocery store manager!leon
older boyfriend!leon
enjin x reader x gris
engris x reader pt 2
engris being domestic
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