𐙚 Ceo!Choso x Secretary! Male reader | A/O/B | mdni | divider by @/cursed-carmine | m.list | not proof read
𐙚 “Fuck, you drive me insane.” Where CEO Choso Kamo cant control himself around his hot secretary.
It all started with a small rumor. Well- it wasn’t really a small rumor, but a rumor that didn’t bother you nonetheless. You were new to the Itadori business, but that wasn’t what got everyone attention. It was the fact that their alpha boss had gained an omega secretary. Their omega-hating boss, gained an omega secretary. The one who’d be closer to him in proximity. You.
It was quite the shocker to well- everyone, but you paid it no mind. You had only one goal in mind and that was making money. You were there because you were damn good at your job and no one else could tell you otherwise. And besides, despite being Choso Kami’s secretary, he barely paid you a lick of attention which was usually perfect, except this time he seemed to be avoiding you all together.
“Y/N, my coffee.”
“Here you go sir. Just the way you like it with extra hazelnut. I also got you that matcha with caramel drizzle you mentioned the other day- almond milk of course.”
“Alright. You can go now.” Those tired eyes glanced up at you once before looking back down to the neat stack of paperwork on his desk. All organized by priority by you. You hum before turning on your heel to walk back to your desk right outside of his office, the large glass making it easy to see you and vise versa. He waited until the door closed to stare at you. Smile appearing on your face once another familiar face popped into view that he recognized to be Satoru Gojo.
The annoying, loud alpha who managed the marketing department. He watched curiously at the way Satoru seemed so comfortable enough with you to lean on your desk, eyes the color of the ocean pouring into yours.
He scoffs, fingers pressing the button on the machine connected to your desk, “Y/N.” His voice deep, spooking you. You apologize quickly to Satoru before coming into the big office. “Sir?”
Sir. The way it rolled off your tongue had Choso tapping his fingers against his desk, still refusing eye contact. “I’d like another matcha, thank you.”
“Yes sir. I’ll go grab you one from the coffee room-“
“From that shop that I like.”
“…Alright sir leave it to me.” He watched you scurry away, letting out a breath he didn’t notice he held in. The sudden smell of rosemary filling his nose.
Many of your colleagues wondered how the hell you got the job in the first place. All omega’s who typically fawned over the CEO, taking the time to flash their scents at him (and clouding the fuck out of his nose, while he couldn’t smell them, he could feel the intensity of them), were usually ignored.
It all started six months ago. You sat across from the tired-looking alpha, palms sweating as he reviewed your resume. Hand in the palm of his hands, humming curiously at the words. “Impressive.” He murmurs, setting the paper down on the polished wooden surface of his desk. Clasping his hands together, Choso- no, Mr.Kamo quirks a brow over at you.
“I don’t hire omegas to work with me this closely.”
“But you’ve chosen to interview me, sir.”
A small smirk appears in the corner of his lips, just slight. His tired eyes loc with yours, pretty. You carried yourself well, and most of all, you wanted the big bucks, and what job paid more than working for the Itadori business? Plenty, but compared to your former jobs, this one was a steal. Besides, you knew all about Choso Kamo’s “omega problem.”
“It says you can’t detect alpha pheromones. You may well be a beta.”
“I am not, sir. “ You cough, “It’s true I can’t detect alpha pheromones, which makes this setting ideal for me considering my experience. I won’t be able to smell you, and you won’t be able to smell me.”
Choso Kamo had a pheromone problem.
It wasn’t really a secret- more so he kept away from omegas who were wildly drawn to his scent, and it was speculated. He was even cautious around you, but there were times where he just..couldn’t.
The elevator incident 𐙚 .
“You have a meeting with Mr.Sukuna at 4 today, and there’s a dinner hosted by the company data and analytics department you’ve been invited to. Should I reject the invitation? Data and analytics is mainly ran by omegas. Oh-! There’s also a letter for you from Mr. Yuji, and fragrant department has a new sample they want your approval or disapproval on-“
“Are you…wearing perfume?” His voice cuts through the tense air of the elevator. The tension quickly filling back in as you pause the look-through of the documents in your hand.
“No sir-“
“Rosemary.” He sniffs the air, a soft hum lingering on his tongue. Choso felt an unfamiliar heat to his body, a soft blush coating his cheeks. The air felt light yet suffocating, his heart beating louder than usual out of his chest.
“…I dont understand what you mean sir.” You frown, hand bringing your arm up to your nose to take a sniff. If anything you smelled like your soap. “And i’m not picking up anything.”
But Choso wasn’t crazy (maybe a little) His hand grazes the hair on your head before pulling your head close to his body. Nose buried in your hair (maybe more than a little), he sighs, “I’m sure of it, it’s all over you. Right here,” And his face lowers to the spot below your ear to sniff, “here,” until his face was in front of yours. Never before had you ever been this close to Choso, not like this. And it was unprofessional! How long was the damn elevator running for?!
You place your hands on his chest, and you finally look at him. Flushed cheeks, sweat lightly beading his forehead, the loose strands of his pulled back hair sticking to his skin. He panted, breath fanning against your face. The elevator suddenly felt small with how close his lips were to yours. Your boss?! The Ceo of Idatori Co?! The rumors! “S-Sir…” What was this, some kdrama?
Your thighs squeeze together. The space felt heavy. “Hahh..” His forehead touches yours, “Something may be wrong… cancel my meeting.”
Choso took a step back, gasping suddenly as he covered his nose. The elevator dinged, and he left before you. “Sir-“ but he was out of your sights. Unbeknownst to you, Choso sat in his car, hand dripping in your scent while his cock sprang free. The sensitive pink dripping tip hit the small of his stomach before his eyes rolled back, a soft groan leaving his lips as he grabbed it by the base.
The work party 𐙚 .
“Sir- are you sure you’re comfortable being here? There’s plenty omegas.” The soft pout on your pretty lips made Choso’s heart thump. You were so cute. He hums, looking over your concerned face while he leaned on his hand. His thumb glides over your cheek before patting your head. Weirdo.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” He turns away, his hand gone just as quick as it got there. You had doubt for his words, and as his secretary you wanted the absolute best ( bust also nothing outside of your pay rate). “…Alright.” You murmur, watching those plump lips take a shot. Choso Kamo was…interesting. It was different, the way he interacted with other alphas and betas. A smile lit up his face. Ugh, work conversations-
“Y/Nnnnnn, have a drink with me!” Satoru Gojo. The white haired alpha that everyone in his department wanted a piece of. It wasn’t a lie that the man was beautiful. It was definitely understandable. He plops down into the seat in front of you, long legs touching yours underneath the table. “Cmon pretty boy, let’s celebrate you surviving being our darling boss’ secretary.” He winks over at Choso whose attention was now on the both of you.
“I can’t. I’m driver tonight for Mr.Kamo.” You shake your head, not being able to help the laugh that leaves your lips at the frown he makes.
Huh. He only ever laughs around Satoru.
Choso didn’t let things bother him, useless things couldn’t touch him. But the grip on his shot glass said differently, he reaches over your body, glass set in front of Satoru. “I’ll toast with you instead.”
“And don’t worry, I’ll only drink a little.” He smiles. Fresh pine fills your nose, making your body shudder. The feeling of a rainy day spent inside suddenly engulfs you. Your eyes wide as you stare at the muscular arm in front of you.
The alcohol fills Choso’s glass, the two alphas staring at each other with a shared thought. Except Satoru’s grin was wide, glasses clinking. “To Mr.Secretary.”
Choso looks down at you, to your eyes, down to your lips. Your mouth agape as you took in the scent.
“To my secretary.”
𐙚
“It’s late, come inside with me.” Choso stands alongside you at his home, his big home. His face flushed and red as he stared down at you.
“It’s alright sir, I can get back just fine. And besides, it’s the weekend so I’d rather you enjoy your time off than be worried about me in your home….and you’re drunk.”
“I wouldn’t have asked if that was the case.” And then he chuckles. “And I’m not drunk, Two shots isn’t enough to get me down.” Fresh pine and early rain. You stare at him in confusion, at his expression, confused with the smell, and confused with the sudden jump in your heart.
“Sir, is that a new cologne you’re wearing?”
“Hm? No it’s the same one. Let’s get inside before it starts raining.”
“It’s going to rain?” And he laughs. “You didn’t know?”
“No sir-“
“Let’s go inside.”
The interior of Choso Kamo’s home was different than anything you’d ever expected from your boss. It was warm and cozy, hues of deep orange and other warm tones chimed in with green. The carpet soft, little lights littering the home. It made you feel like you were in a different world.
And as the rain poured down, you sat with Choso Kamo on his couch, nervously palming the material of the borrowed shorts- his shorts, his clothes on your body, his scent. Fresh pine and early rain. Your face flushed, thighs squeezing together. Curious eyes glance over at you, “You’re tense. Are you nervous?”
You nod. Choso felt closer, his body heat colliding with yours, and you tremble. His thumb grazes your lip, so close, and he leans in. Your face flushes, gasp leaving your body at the sudden nose buried into your neck. “Rosemary.” He murmurs softly, hand grazing your hip.
“I like the way you smell, Mr.Secretary.”
“I..think you smell fairly nice as well sir-“
“Drop the formalities. We’re not at work.” His hand trails further up the soft skin, to your hip. “A-alright..”
“My name.” The warmth of his breath fanned against your neck and you whine. The pads of his fingers touching the hot skin of your stomach. “S-Sir?” The way his mouth moved against your neck- you wanted more. Your cock twitched in the shorts, heart beating fast. But Choso could hear everything. The small sounds, the whimpers, the nervousness.
“Call me Choso.” Tell me you want me, I want you so badly.
“Choso.” He moans against your neck, biting down softly. His hands all over your trembling body, wet kisses littering your skin. His nose inhaling your sweet sweet scent, “That’s it pretty boy say my name.” Teeth grazing the skin before he sits up between your legs, panting.
Your face flushed, the bulge in your shorts winking at the man above you. “C-Choso-“ Your hands find the softness of the couch as your hips buck. Heart pounding in your chest. This wasn’t the plan- the rumors- your money! “Please..”
It was hot, the pants coming from the alpha flooding your ears alongside your heartbeat. “Use your words, Mr.Secretary.” You watch as Choso lifts his shirt off his body, sweat glistening on his chest- his body so toned, and another twitch of your cock.
“Down there…fuck- fuck me.” His scent flooded your nose, clouding your mind. Your head leans back into the cushion, hips bucking once more as you whine. “Please, I can’t-“
“Good boy.” Rosemary kissed his skin, fingers worked your pretty legs out of the shorts and underwear, the material drenched as you leaked onto the surface of the couch. “Fuck, you drive me insane.” Your scent. He hated everytime Satoru even dared to speak to you.
Fingers felt hot on your skin as Choso held your legs up with one hand, the other one making it down to that sweet puckering hole, winking at him as you dripped. You whine, “Sir please.”
“You’re dripping, Mr.Secretary.” His thick fingers graze over the sensitive skin, gathering up your slick before a thick finger pushes it back in. The nasty squelch echoing throughout the room. “So fucking wet for me..” Choso bites back the moan that threatened to spill as he slipped in another finger, “Taking my fingers so well- hahhh…. you want it?” You nod quickly, eyes squeezing shut. And his fingers curl, “Y-Yes please.”
“Wanna be filled?” His mouth watered, another finger slipping into your dripping mess. “Yes- yes!” Faster. The loud whimper going straight to the strain in Choso’s pajama pants, while your legs shook. “Right there- fuck yes.”
Your hand grabs at your twitching cock, stroking fast to match with Choso’s pace of his fingers fucking into your slutty hole. “S-Sir-“
“Choso.” Another brush on that sweet sweet sensitive spot inside of you had you gripping your cock tightly, your body jolting. “Cho- mmpph! M’cumming—!” A loud sharp cry is ripped from your throat, your poor pathetic cock jerking at the sudden cool in your stomach, thick white ropes of warm cum spilling across your tummy as fresh pine filled your nose. His fingers slip from your hole with a slight pop !
You stare as his tongue wraps around his fingers, closing his eyes to enjoy the taste. The taste of you. He pulls your legs down to wrap around his waist, hard dripping cock springing free. “S’big S-Choso..” He leans down to kiss your chin, before colliding his lips with yours- finally. The breathe of relief that escapes him was almost comical had you not also sighed like you were waiting for it. He sucked on your tongue, your lips. His tongue explored the warmth of your mouth, the sticky mess on your stomach smearing while his biggggg dick rubbed against yours.
“W-Wait- Condom-“ You wriggled against him, the friction clouding your mind. Flooded with his scent- his scent, once unfamiliar to you, the rawness of this- all of it. You’re rubbing dicks with your boss!
He looks down at you for a moment, “You don’t want to take me raw?” And he had the nerve to look sad. “It’s just a safety precaution, Choso…sir.” you cough, looking away.
“You’ve seen my papers, I’m clean.” And he sulks.
“…I’m an omega sir, just because you can’t smell my pheromones doesn’t mean I can’t get pregnant. Condom.”
But Choso smelled something. He groans as he sits up, bringing your body with him. “Bedroom we go then, Mr.Secretary.”
The room filled with Rosemary and Pine. Hard rain knocking against the large windows that mimicked the ones from Choso’s office. The creak of the bed echoed throughout the room. “O-Ohhh- oh fuck s-sir! Right there…yesss right there.” The slick covering Choso’s dick made it easier for him to slip deeper inside of you, hitting that spot and further everytime. You hiccuped, tears staining your cheeks at just how good it felt, how warm your body felt covered in his pheromones. Suffocating.
The scent drowning you. His hands gripped the softness of your skin, pulling your hips back while he rutted into you. “S..Satoru could never have you- nghh- like this.” Satoru? You burry your face into the pillow that you gripped so hard, your sensitive cock slapping against your stomach with each thrust, pre cum joining the mess below your bodies.
“My Secretary.” Thrust ! “Mine.” Thrust ! Each snap of his hips sent you shaking, and you weren’t even in heat. Yet the cloud of fresh pine awakened something inside of you that you’ve never felt before. Babbling mess into the pillow, the repeated palp palp palp’s sent you shaking again, your cock coating the sheets.
Choso’s body leaned over your own, the arch of your back arching further. Surrounded by condom wrappers and lube. The amount of bite marks and hickies on your skin confirmed any rumor people had to say about your relationship with the CEO. Your eyes flutter, mouth wide open as you pant. “S’hot Choso..” His hand wraps around your neck, tilting his your back. This position…fuck you felt him slipping deeper inside of you. Condom full of cum didn’t stop the man’s ragged breath above you as he fucked into you. “Wanna cum inside.” He whines against your ear. Wanna cum inside you and claim you better than Satoru could ever imagine.
“Cum….c-cum in me-“
Because Satoru could not have you, Choso wouldn’t dare let that happen. He pulls out with a messy pop, your hole squeezing around nothing as you hear him take the condom off with shlick. His dick slipping back into that heat, raw, the rosemary filling his senses as he shoots those strings of cum deep into your womb.
The run for the matcha was a short one. You close the door quietly behind you as you entered Choso’s office, biting on your lip nervously as you set the drink down. “…Your matcha, sir.”
“Thank you, Mr.Secretary.” His eyes lock with yours before tilting his head. “Have a seat.”
“Oh? What for-“
“Wanna know what Satoru said to make you smile the way you did for him.”
This ... was NOT how Chad wanted this day to go. He had everything planned out perfectly, absolutely PERFECTLY!!
He was gonna come in to the office, show off his new techniques! Flash a smile and a grin, absolutely have Robert swooning. Chat the dispatcher up, flirt a little harder. Excude his pheromones and get Robert a little tempted. Chad could do it. He HAS done it!! Plenty of omega have lined up at his feet for him! Begged for his knot before they even finished dinner!!
Chad knew he was a prime Alpha who flaunted masculine, strong and powerful energy!!
So why ... in the absolute FUCK!!! Was Robert not taking the bait!?!? Chad looked good! He knows he does!! His hair was down and washed and styled! His clothes, a nice deep v neck to show off his chest, his pecs! Maybe not as deep cut as his Flambae costume, but fuck he certainly wasn't leaving much to imagination!! Jeans that looked like his ass was about to rip at the seams-- the fuck was wrong with this picture!?!
Chad was seething as he watched Robert toddle around, chatting to other fucking Alpha in the office, joking, snickering and then going to work with fucking-- that big ass islander guy- Royd?! The fuck!?!
Why in the shit was he being ignored!? Chad didn't think he could send out more of his scent or else all the omega from the next floor would come scrambling!! He had already fought off the ones on their current floor!
"Chad, Bae.... your smoking....." Prism says as she comes to stand next to him. He whips around with a look so venomous, even she took a step back. "Damn boy!! The fuck has your panties in a twist?!"
"Do I look like I'm ready to fuck right now?!" He growls out.
"... what?"
"Don't fucking 'what' me! Do I look fuckable right now!?!?"
Prism blinks once, twice. Three times. "I mean ya look hot is that what your asking--"
Chad grips at his hair. "I KNOW I look hot but do I look like I wanna fuck right now!?!"
"Boy, I dunno I guess why--"
A loud groan and slam of his head against the wall. He may have left a small dent. "You guess!?!?"
Prism growls back, "Why are you even asking"
"Becauseeeeeeee our fucking Dispatcher is either brain dead or doing this to purposely piss me off!!" Chad points across the way to Robert, who was chatting animatedly to Royd. Prism glances over, and then it clicks.
Ohh that's the problem. "You were looking to make a move today?" She asks (states) with a grin. "Annnnd Bobby boy isn't picking up what you layin' down is he."
Chad glares at Prism so hard, if his powers were linked to his eyes, she would be melted. She laughs. "It's not fucking funny!!" Chad growls out again, close to yelling.
"I'm sorry!! But it's kinda is!! You doing ALLLLL of this peacocking and Robert is just-- HA HA!! He ain't even payin' you no mind!!" She laughs nearly bent over, nearly falling to the floor and isn't that just a salt to the wound.
Chad can feel the vein forming in his jaw. "For fucks sake what does a guy gotta do to--"
"Have you ACTUALLY asked him!?" She says finally catching her breathe. Chad stops .... looks anywhere but at her.
".... no.... But cmon!! I'm standing here ready and waiting, I've given off more pheramones that cannot be taken as anything other than--"
"And when has Robert EVER said you have to do all that!? You-- WE-- all know Robert doesn't pay attention to any of that shit!! He needs pure, straight forwardness, Bae. You remember that visiting hero you nearly set on fire with how much he hung around Robert?? Yea Robert knew what he was doing to but didn't like being strung along like that. You know better!!" She informs before her comm went off.
" Anyway, I gotta get back. I get trying to woo him, but just be blunt, Bae... it'll take you farther."
And that ... is how Chad now finds himself, standing by Robert's desk, his face a little pink, and looking like a nervous teen.
"Hey .. Bob Bob.... you.... you have time to get dinner?" He asks quietly, even shy. Robert turns, looking at little startled, before that smile that makes Chad's heart beat just a little faster.
"Yea ... that sounds good... any place special you wanted?" As he asks, Chad gets just the littlest whiff of Robert's scent. Faint sweetness... like... vanilla?
Maybe ... just asking was always the better option.
I have a super cliché TimBern omegaverse headcanon: Tim/Alpha with coffee-scented pheromones (very cliché, I know) and Bernard/Omega with vanilla-scented pheromones. But there’s one thing I always love imagining when it comes to Bernard’s pregnancy and it’s… Tim suffering the pregnancy symptoms instead!
Just imagine it: Bernard doesn’t even realize he’s pregnant until Tim starts showing symptoms first. He gets nauseous during patrols, can’t stand the smell of certain chemicals, sleeps like he’s hibernating, and everyone comes to the conclusion that Tim is either sick or just dangerously overworked.
But Bernard starts getting suspicious when Tim suddenly develops bizarre food cravings.
“Why are you eating donuts with mustard? Wait… are you eating tomato!?”
“Yeah, for some weird reason I really wanted it.”
“Tim, you hate tomatoes. You despise them so much that I had to modify most of my recipes because of your openly declared hatred of tomatoes.”
Then after that day, Bernard goes to a Gotham clinic to get tested and surprise! Tiny baby on the way.
