Pairing: Enigma!Top/Seme Male Reader x Alpha!Naoya Zenin
Summary: Your clan's council stays at the Zenin residence for a few days to sort out some business. The future heir, Naoya, is immediately intimidated by you and resorts to dealing with it by plaguing your existence. This results in him being put in his place and something else being put in him too.
Featuring: Scent fetish, hints of masturbation, possessive Naoya, brat taming, sub-space, omegaverse, choking, skull-fucking (like the oral one, not actually fucking an eye socket or anything), rawdogging, knotting, overstimulation, one-night stand, yearning, smacking/spanking, degradement, praising, backshots, public sex (exhibitionism), hints at pregnancy near the end.
Postscript: Who the fuck are you?! I'm a brat when I'm bumpin' that (Charli xcx)
So for the people who don’t really know much about the deeper lore of the omegaverse, Enigmas are basically like the top of the food chain and superior to Alphas. They are like the top dogs of dominance and can impregnate any other secondary gender—including Alphas. They aren’t talked about as much, however, because they are very rare and not many are born per generation.
Also, I definitely WILL be writing more about Naoya. I love love love this piece-of-shit man. His pregnancy is inevitable, and me scribing about it is too.
Naoya, who was threatened by you from the moment you two were first in the same room. Your clan's governing body had been expected to reside in the Zenin estate for a few business days so that all corporate arrangements and financial ordeals between the two lineages could be properly dealt with. He knew that much. What he didn’t expect, however, was for you to challenge his self-image or proclaimed masculinity—much less without even trying.
The Alpha was confident in his appearance, his strength, and definitely his second gender. Yet, it seemed as if the gods had decided to distort his inner view by letting a man with the most rare and powerful caste be at the estate. He’d gotten word of the fact an Enigma was visiting from your clan, but with how unwonted they were, he was expecting it to be an old fart on his last days, ready to wither away.
Imagine his surprise when he realized that said Enigma was actually also the head of the clan and only 30 years old. When he first stepped foot in the designated conference room, he had practically recoiled from the intensity of your pheromones alone. Moreover, it was obvious you weren’t even trying to release them in large waves; it just unintentionally occurred without much you could truly do.
Simply smelling your scent immediately set the tone for the room without anything having to be said—and unfortunately, it also set the tone for his downward spiraling ego the longer he eyed you. The moment you went to stand up to properly greet the heads of the Zenin clan with respect, he noticed how big you truly were. Both your pheromones and your frame were an overwhelming mass in the room. Your physique hovered above all of his relatives, including him, and the amount of bulk you had on you alongside your height did not help to ease his insecurities.
When it finally got to be his turn to shake your hand, you simply greeted him with a “Good to see you,” while giving him a penetrating stare. All he could properly muster out was a “Likewise” in a volume of voice much smaller than he would have preferred. After the formalities, Naoya found himself not being able to really do or contribute much throughout the actual in-depth part of the meeting.
His brain was still short-circuiting from the previous interaction, and for some odd reason, he felt weirdly worried about your opinions on him. What if he said something during the assembly that made you think lower of him? At least you were the head of your lineage while he was still just an heir as long as his father refused to kick the bucket.
It was all far too uncomfortable and unexpected of a reaction from him for the occasion. He never got like this about anyone. Hell, everyone in the clan and the heavens themselves knew his ego would shine through any and every exchange he’s ever gone through since he was a child, no matter his personal feelings. Yet, he felt a sense of need to…behave while in your presence. At least during these current moments where you were so obviously perplexed and mildly frustrated. It was as clear as day when he smelt your scent.
Naoya, who became oddly intoxicated with your pheromones. No matter whether you were frustrated, relaxed, displeased, or content with anything discussed during the meeting, he absolutely loved taking in whatever scent you released.
After both lineages had finished speaking for the day, he even offered to help lead you and your other members to the resting grounds. The speedster told himself he was merely doing it to get a better feel for the kind of person you were. Following the ego blow you had caused him, he needed in the pits of his mind to validate that he could still be equal to you. Enigma or not, clan head or not, his self-esteem required to be eased and stroked.
And he was definitely not doing it because he wanted to silently revel in your pheromones for a bit longer. Never that—why would he ever want to willingly absorb the musk of another man? Your addicting musk that smelt of wood and whisky was certainly not getting him more drunk and hooked by the moment.
No, that would be stupid. The man just felt like doing a good cause in exchange for leveling you too on even grounds—in his mind at least.
It didn’t mean anything that the next day, and the days following as well, he decided to stroll across your room. Not like he was doing it to catch a better whiff of your scent, or to nag one of the women cleaners that she was behind in work, and that he would do her the favor of taking your dirty sheets and sleepwear to the laundry room himself.
Now, if anyone asked why it took him an extra hour to actually deliver them there, or why there are stains on it that weren’t there before, that’s when he would get defensive. Why does it matter anyway? He, as a man, shouldn’t have needed to do it in the first place. The cleaners should just be grateful he even acknowledges them.
Naoya, who decided that if he couldn’t get on even levels with you, he’d affirm himself into thinking he was better than you. It had begun with him saying sly things during the briefings when he knew nobody would actually go out of their way to discipline him.
Making a joke about how many of your subordinates actually liked you, or “if they just tolerated you because being in proximity to an Enigma gave them a respectable reputation.” You raised an eyebrow to that, but after Naobito cleared his throat and gently pushed the conversation back on track, everything returned to normal.
Naoya kept that habit up throughout the duration you stayed at the estate, growing more and more confident by each day. It’s not like you ever actually responded to any of the slander. It was all just “friendly fire,” right?
At one point it even seemed as if he was going out of his way to get in yours. Passing by hallways or corridors you were routinely in, or intercepting a conversation you were having with one of his relatives—just to slide in a few douchey jokes here and there. You could take it.
Furthermore, it was subconsciously helping him to feel better about himself—and when has Naoya ever not taken that opportunity? He wasn’t talking down to you for any reason other than benefiting from it.
Not because he wanted you to remember him, even if in a questionable light. Or to verify that his scent was the strongest one that was on you, and that no other Alpha—or worse, an Omega—had recently been near you for long periods of time. In what world would he care about such frivolous nonsense?
Naoya, who one day took it too far with his teasing and finally got what was coming for him. It had been the night before the last day you’d be staying at the Zenin residence and returning to yours.
Business had all been resolved, and as a way of celebrating, both clans decided to share a few drinks. That’s how your current situation had taken place. You were 5 vodka shots in and still couldn’t tune out the Alpha’s dragging voice. If you thought he was already irritating sober, you would hate the headache he was when completely wasted.
Several of your subordinates had tried to step in and correct the Zenin and his overly disrespectful “jokes” towards you, but you had assured them that you were fine, ushering them to enjoy themselves instead. If there was one bad apple you could personally seclude so everyone else could have fun, you’d deal with it.
“I honestly don’t know how *hic* your men follow you,” stated the drunk male beside you, pointing a thumb behind him where your co-commanders were outwardly laughing and joking. “It honestly seems like the only place you’d lead a clan to is straight shit.”
Even with the pointing, the dyed blonde kept his eyes on you the whole time, fixated on seeing your reaction to his words. Not that there was one you were giving him. Your eyes were glued to your shot glass, seeing the ice inside it melt away the longer you moved it in a circular motion.
“Who knows,” you aimlessly responded, “Maybe they see something in me that you don’t.” Not giving the other party a chance to respond, you downed what was left of your drink—officially finishing your 6th shot—before sliding it away from you and moving to get up from your chair.
“Well, it was nice speaking with you, Naoya, but it’s getting late and I’m a bit tired,” you sighed, shooting a tense smile his way before turning around to walk to your room. To your dismay, though, the heir didn’t seem to agree with you departing so suddenly.
“Hey, jackass! You can’t *hic* just walk out on me like that!” he barked out, the audible sound of his cup slamming on the counter being clear before his quickening steps got closer. With your back still turned to him, you rolled your eyes, realizing that the younger’s torment was still not an event from the past.
Even with him on your tail, you continued to walk, making it around the corner of where the festivities were happening and still too far away from your designated bedroom. By this point the degrading statements from Naoya had not calmed down but instead got worse. At this rate he would wake up anyone resting near you two.
The same routine of biting your tongue was going to ensue until he said a statement that you, indeed, could not ignore.
“Fuckin' Enigma you are,” he snarled, mildly swaying side to side from the force he was speaking to you with, “you might as well be a bitch Omega with your fleeing tendencies. You’re no ruler, much less of a clan.”
That finally did it for you, making you snap and act before you even realized you did.
Sharply turning around, you immediately closed the few feet of distance between you and the Alpha, wrapping a stern hand around his neck and pushing him near a wall. The act completely caught the other off guard, as he had wide eyes by the time you had already pinned him. He went to claw and pull at your hand, which got tighter by the second, but nothing gave.
The shorter man’s eyes started to tear up now as he anxiously looked back between your face and the forearm deadbolted on his neck. There wasn’t even enough airflow for him to make a struggling noise.
“Listen here, you piece of shit,” you hissed out, nothing but days’ worth of pent-up rage and annoyance coming from your tone, “I’ve had it up to here with your bad manners and bullshit attitude.”
Your eyes stayed laser-focused on his as you spoke directly into his soul. So many attempts had been made to try to avoid this outcome. Everything business-wise was going wonderfully with the family, but this one little devil of a man had gotten under your skin so much that it would be crazy not to react.
“You have done nothing but provoke me these past days, and it seems that no matter how much leniency I give you, it’s. Just. Never. Enough.” Your face got closer to Naoya’s, the strong breath of the vodka you’d been previously drinking filling his nostrils. Aside from the alcohol’s scent, he could also smell your pheromones getting more bitter, representing your growing wrath towards him.
The smell had surrounded him in such a short amount of time—you were practically scenting the man with how much of it was seeping into his pores. You scenting him. That idea, mixed with the lack of air traveling to his brain and the several drinks he had, got thoughts to start circulating in his head. Before he even realized it, he was releasing his own pheromones. Yet, in contrast to yours, his had a bit more of an added sweetness to them.
You immediately caught on to it the longer he discharged them. Now your own anger was starting to be substituted with perplexion. It wasn’t until you finally did a double take to see the shine of need in his eyes and a lower glance at his clenched thighs that you correctly read the situation.
The fucker was getting off to this.
“Motherfu—,” you huffed out, not finishing the word as a small smirk stretched onto your face, “Is this why you’re always bugging me?”
Letting go of his bruised neck, the blond fell to the floor. He sat hunched over on his knees, coughing and trying to recuperate the lost oxygen back into his lungs. If he had the lung capacity to curse you, he would have. However, being too busy trying to focus his vision to stop seeing pairs of twos, he didn’t catch the sound of you undoing the cord of your pants.
Not letting him fully even out his breathing, you grabbed a handful of his hair and forced his head up, using the other to grab your now exposed cock. His vision was still coming in and out of blurriness when you made your tip touch with his lips. Sliding it side to side on his bottom lip, the precum began to spread.
“Open your mouth,” you demanded, pushing to breach past his teeth. You were instead met with a dirty glare before he tried pulling his head away from you.
“You have a lot of nerve to think that I wo—” SMACK.
A sharp strike sounded across the corridors. To match the sound, Naoya Zenin’s face now had a visible red bruise adorning his left cheek. Shocked by the action, he stayed completely still, only slowly looking back up at you when you yanked him forward to meet with your dick once more.
“I’m not going to ask you again,” you growled out, slightly tightening the grasp you had on his roots, “Open your fucking mouth.”
A beat passed before the sorcerer hesitantly widened his jaw. You started aligning your cock more, letting yourself inside little by little. It was three-fourths in when the speedster finally gagged; saliva started to drip from the sides of his mouth and onto his own pants.
For more efficiency—and a lesser chance of hearing him speak—you changed your grasp on him, instead moving your hands to have them extended and completely gripping both sides of his skull. Once you had a better hold on him, all of your remaining gentleness went out the window.
Forcing him to take your length down all in one fast go, you heard the panicked noises of the one below you trying to still breathe and make room for you in his esophagus. You instantly began a rapid pace, moving the Alpha’s head back and forth on your cock, daring to try going deeper into his mouth each time.
The gurgling sounds of saliva mixed with Naoya’s small noises as you used his oral as a fleshlight got louder. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, and clamping his pretty lashes together while he did nothing but take the assault on his throat. Due to the velocity and aggression you were treating his head with, he’d resorted to grabbing onto the material of your pants, hoping it would help stabilize the rhythm and make things a bit less hard for him.
“Fuck, you’re so much more tolerable when you have my dick in your mouth,” you panted, licking your lips at the sight under you. Who would have thought the quickest route to shutting up the heir of the Zenin lineage would be to fuck his oral cavity? The sorcerer looked back up at you with glossy eyes, yet he still attempted to put some sort of front up by pushing his eyebrows together, feigning a frown.
“Awww, don’t be like that,” you cooed, a small grin etching onto your features as you caressed the side of his face with your thumb. “You have too pretty of a face to be frowning.” That statement seemed to do it for him, as instantly after saying it, Naoya moaned into your dick, the vibration being a noticeable sensation despite your pace.
The small noise was enough to make some of your sympathy return. Though he was a brat, he still deserved to cum too, especially after how good he’s been swallowing your cock without breaks.
Halting his head's movement, you stepped back, dislodging yourself from this esophagus. He fell and hunched over again, using the opening to take in gulps of air before your next plan.
“Get up, right now.” You blankly stated, not giving any assistance as the other weakly tried to regain proper balance on his legs. The instant he did, though, your hands were immediately back on him. Grabbing his hips, you turned him around to face the wall, sliding one hand onto his back and pushing him down into a bent position.
“W-what the hell do you think you’re do—”
“Shut up,” you snapped, too jaded to play into his bickering, “Put both of your hands on the wall. If you move them, I’m hitting you.”
“Are you fuckin' ins—” SMACK. This time you landed a slap on his ass, the sound loud enough to reverberate through the walls. Keeping your hand up and ready to land another, you looked over at the other man’s face. He was wincing at the contact but took the message and laid his palms flat on the cold material in front of him. Had it not been for the fear of getting spanked again, he'd have laid a palm on the aching skin in an attempt to soothe the sting.
Continuing forward, you undid the sash of his own bottoms before letting them drop, not paying any mind to the different levels of exposure between you two. Leaning down, you realized there wasn’t a need to utilize your spit, as his hole was practically leaking out globs of slick. So his pheromones weren’t lying.
“Fucking slut,” you sneered, shoving two fingers into him without warning. This caused the Alpha to whine out, his back arching as the unfamiliar intrusion caused him to tighten his walls. Still, you pursued forward, massaging the area despite the tenseness. Placing your other hand near his on the wall, you leaned forward, your form cascading over Naoya’s.
While prepping him, you inched your nose towards his scent gland, taking a strong inhale before laying your tongue flat on his neck. This earned you a mewl from the other, as he moved his head away from you—"unintentionally" giving you even more access to the bare skin. Beginning to suck on it, you intently watched as he made weak attempts to not let any noises out, looking anywhere but at you.
“Did all that talk, and you can’t even look me in the eyes now, huh?” You teased, grazing your teeth over his trapezius. This made him finally look back at you, an expression of concern mixed with curiosity painting his face. The threat of your canines actually biting down made him feel a storm of emotions. You wouldn’t. But what if you did?
Ultimately, though, you ended up moving away from his neck, removing your arm from the wall and onto his hip bone instead. With the other hand used to stretch him, you pulled it out to grab yourself, pointing your tip towards his now puffy hole.
Quickly glancing up to verify he’s alright, you pushed yourself in, groaning at the heat inside his walls. You would have thought he was in rut with how hot his body temperature was getting. Once the full length was in, you could visibly see Naoya shaking, his hands sliding downward as he repeatedly tried to stay up by re-placing them on the wall.
On a normal occasion, you would ask if he’s doing okay or if he needs a moment to better adjust to the stretch. Yet, in this case, you knew the sorcerer would do everything but actually be sincere or polite about it, so you instead just began moving. He could take it.
A strained moan was pulled out of the Alpha as you began a steady rhythm, placing both your hands on his hips to handle him better. The wet noises of you going in and out of him, combined with the heavy panting coming from both of you, produced a lewd sound that could be clearly heard by anyone if they were near the corridor.
It didn’t help that Naoya just kept on getting wetter by the second, his slick making the noises made from you two being connected even louder.
“Are you getting off on me fucking you in a hallway that bad?” you berated, a small laugh following your words. “You like the thought of someone walking in on the scene, huh? God, you’re gross.” The bottom tried to deny it, shaking his head as nothing but dirty noises fell from his mouth.
“I—aughhh—I’m n-not that mmph!” he whimpered, not being able to put together a sentence to defend himself. It wasn’t fair. This wasn't how things went for him. He was the Alpha; he was supposed to be the dominant one! So why was he getting so soaked from you and your mean words?
This was all your fault. You were purposely going deep inside him—to touch parts in him that made him weak, pathetic, and unable to defend himself. If only he wasn’t so unguarded and feeling so good, he’d tell you off. He really would!
The longer you pounded into him, the more you felt yourself starting to build up. The familiar feeling at the pit of your stomach began to build; you knew you were close to your climax. The same could be said for the man under you, as he had lost more and more of his strength to remain standing the longer you basically banged him into the wall.
“I-I can’t stay up much longer,” he mumbled, head hanging low as he made his last left attempts to keep contact with the surface in front of him. Taking note of his words, you swooped one arm around his frame, pinning him to your chest and eliminating any space that was left between the pair of you, while keeping the other up to balance you both.
Holding Naoya’s entire weight on one arm, you kept your pace going, burying your nose in his scent gland again while rutting yourself into an orgasm. He had gotten there before you, a swollen knot forming at the tip of his own cock as he released an array of breathless moans. His vision had gone white for several seconds before he finally came down, which is when he realized you were still going—trying to reach your own release.
By this point he had completely stopped rebelling, pupils blown as he silently let you work your way to climax while he stayed put like a good dog. Aside from the small whimpers that came out—due to you technically fucking him into overstimulation—he mainly held his tongue, not making it any harder for you.
He could be good. He'll be good for you.
When you did cum, he made sure to release another wave of his pheromones for you to sniff at while experiencing your high. A whine etched with ache made it past his lips after your knot started to form inside him. It was big enough to make a protruding bulge at the bottom of his belly. But he still didn’t complain. He could take it, and you, as his mate, would take care of the rest.
Naoya, who left your room the minute he woke up the morning after the act. You’d been cordial enough to take him back with you when you realized that your knot wasn’t going to go down for a while longer, and since he was behaving so well, you didn’t note any discomfort or denial on his end.
Yet, he refused to have you wake up to him still being vulnerable, and much less in the same bed as you. He also completely refused to see you and your clan out when it was the time of day for you all to leave. Regardless of if his father told him it was bad manners for him not to, he refused.
He truly assumed that would be the end of you and whatever happened yesterday. It’s not like there was any proof of it, so no one could bring it up even if they wanted to. It wasn’t until he started to feel himself—or more so his secondary gender—miss you that it became a dilemma. The wolf in him yearned for you so badly that it nearly felt like torture whenever he re-established that you two would never see each other again, aside from necessary business conferences.
The Alpha in him would just have to deal with it. And its current way of doing so was eating—a lot more than he usually did. Sure, Naoya was never shy about his appetite, but it did start to feel as if he was eating for two at the rate he was ordering meals from the estate’s cooks.
It also didn’t help that his ears perked up whenever he heard mention of your clan or their recent action. He shouldn’t care. He didn’t care. There were other concerns in his own lineage that he needed to mind to.
For instance, the fact that he had been waking up with morning sickness for the past 4 days straight. Genuinely, what was going on with him? He has never had a weak stomach to begin with; why just now did it decide to become a problem?
No matter how little he ate—which wasn’t often because of his sudden increase in appetite—or what he did throughout a day, he always still woke up running to the toilet.
It had gotten so bad that he’d decided to actually visit the clan’s doctor, which he didn’t do often as a result of his ego. Nonetheless, all personal self-feelings had to be put aside for this instance because the sickness was starting to become too big of an issue in his life to ignore.
Wonder what nonsense the doctor will say is behind it.
