part 2 to yandere!alpha x beta!fem reader! Cw: lowkey stalking, breaking and entering, panty theft, and general perversion
If Xander gets close, really really close, he thinks he can smell you. Something not musky and not sweet, something fresh and oh so very faint. Like an orange still safely cocooned in its rind before it’s carved open and its sharp citrus sting spills into the air.
Xander wonders how you can be carved open. What he has to do to press his nose to your neck, your stomach, your inner thighs, your pussy, and fill his lungs with the scent of you. There’s more, a secret bit of more that you’re keeping from him, holding behind a barrier. And all he has to do is dig his thumbs in and pull.
It’s something like torture to sit next to you. He does it every time he possibly can. He stole the seat next to yours in the lecture— he got to class an unprecedented twenty minutes early to be certain he got it. Only when he got there, some uptight alpha wanted Xander’s seat. He’s had to growl her down for ten of those precious minutes, where you could walk in at any point and think he was just some aggressive alpha knothead and hate him and never want to talk to him again. Thankfully, she had moved on in a huff when you finally arrived.
He also doesn’t let anyone else sit near you in group meetings. You’re the only beta there, and he can tell it raises your hackles. You usually sit next to one of the omegas (and their scent gets all over you, drowning out the faint smell of you and it’s always bothered Xander but he thought he just wanted to fuck one of the omegas), but Xander always times his arrival to be just after yours so he can steal the seat next to yours.
And oh, it’s fucking good. You smile at him when he sits next to you. Ask him about his weekend. Talk about class. Fuck is it good. Granted, it does take Xander being overly on top of his portions of whatever project their on in the semester, doing his work well, and loudly agreeing with your opinions so the other two alpha’s in the group don’t even think of posturing to you (he’ll lunge for their fucking necks, he swears). But whatever, it’s not as if anything in this class is too hard to do.
But it’s not enough. Once small talk is over, you turn back to your friend to speak to her. Once the class or the group meeting is over, you leave before Xander can get enough of your smell. Leave him salivating. He knows where you go and what you do and who you do it with, but it’s not enough. He wants to be there with you. He wants to lave his tongue over your neck, inhaling you with his mouth to understand your scent better.
He’s desperate for it. So desperate he uses a hookup to get into your dorm building and blows her off with some excuse he doesn’t remember. He wanders every hall, scanning each door for your name plus your roommates’. And when he finds it, he (with no patience and much stumbling) picks the lock to get inside.
Thank fuck, you haven’t done your laundry. Xander dives face first into your hamper, inhaling greedily. Yes, the salt of sweat. Yes, the musk of sleep clothes. And yes yes yes, fuck, the tang of something else, something more, just there—
Xander pulls your underwear free from a pair of jeans. He swallows thickly and sniffs one more time. Fuck, it’s good. So so good. He tucks them in his pocket before turning tail to leave.
He breathes it in all night. Fucks his fist to the thought of you really being there with him. He’d make his den up for you, he’s bought the soft blankets and the slightly firm pillows and the soft hanging lights so he can make it all perfect. He hasn’t built it yet, he got so furious the first time he made up his cozy den for you to lie in (so he can touch you, hold you, rub your neck and your back and your tits, and then slide his tongue into your pussy while you’re aching with want for him—) and you weren’t here. He tore it down aggressively and threw it all out. Then bought new stuff the next day so he was perpetually ready for when he did bring you into his den.
As he lays in his half-done up bed, on the blanket he rubbed vigorously with your panties, and inhaled the mixing scent of you and him, he decides that maybe he’s in a good enough spot with you for the next step. It can’t be harder than all the omegas he’s pursued, can it? He’d even say that they were pickier than you. And he already knows so much about what you like.
Yeah, he thinks, idly stroking your panties with his thumb. Yeah, he’s gonna join you at lunch tomorrow if it’s the last thing he does.
