I was reading an Omegaverse book and I got Thoughts™️
Beta! Reader being scent matched with Omega! Soap. You're both nine when you first meet, you an early bloomer and Johnny not yet presenting, but his wild ways make some think he'll be an alpha.
From the very moment you lay eyes on him, there's something there– an extra feeling that's unfamiliar to you, new, unique, only for him.
When you tell your parents about it– also scent matched– they congratulate you, help you realise he's yours.
"How'd you know, mama?" You ask your mother, wondering how to bring it up to the mischievous boy you were becoming friends with. "Did you talk about it?"
Your mother simply smiles and says, "We just knew."
And you, 9 years old and extremely impressionable, take that to heart.
Johnny presents at 13, shocking everyone by being an omega. But that doesn't change many things. He's still Johnny. Headstrong, boisterous, mischievous, dominating– the older he gets, the more his 'take-charge' attitude increases.
And you, knowing him, wait for him to make the first move. Because that's how it works, right? The alpha or omega makes the first move in their own way– and Johnny will certainly do it in his own very special way– and he's your scent match, which he obviously knows as well. How couldn't he? He'd smelled you more than once, scented you when you were both fifteen. Hell, during sleepovers he tended to nuzzle your neck.
So, patiently, you waited for the day your other half would finally take things to the next level.
And then Johnny told you he was leaving to join the military, and you were... confused. Was he not going to claim you? Did you... do something wrong? Something had to be wrong, right? He'd never even acknowledged your bond and now he was leaving for– what? Months? Possibly years?
You don't get it. Everyone said they just knew when they met their scent match, rare as it is, so why won't Johnny acknowledge it? Why was it that, when everyone else was with their scent match, yours still hadn't kissed you? Still hadn't asked you to comfort him during his heats o-or claimed you?
Did you misunderstand something? Did you miss something?
Why was he leaving you? He was supposed to be YOURS!
But you've been patient all this time, right? You can be patient a little longer, right? He'll come around. He has to.
... he doesn't. Ten something years go by with barely any contact between you two. You feel like an idiot, feel like you're wasting your life– but you can't be, right? Your parents had always assured he'd come back and everything would be right. Society had said the same, every article, study, and story about scent matches proving that.
The next time you hear about him it's about how he's been shot in the head and is in the hospital. His mother calls you, tells you about it. She begs, crying, for you to go.
It's known that the scent/presence of mates and scent matches can increase the odds of survival, kinda like how purring can soothe you and ease stress.
And how can you deny this woman that? She knows. Of course she does. She'd never miss how you'd looked at her son all these years, even if her omega son had been blind to it.
So here you are at the hospital, a sealed plastic bag with an absorbent cloth drenched in your scent in it. A nurse leads you there after confirming who you are. When you enter, four pairs of eyes look up.
You stop.
Oh.
You'd... heard he'd gotten a pack, but... you didn't know they were...
Johnny's mates give you weary looks, distrustful, protective over their hurt mate. The one in the skull mask gives you the most hateful look, almost like he was daring you to try something so he'd have an excuse to release all his anger.
You take one look at Johnny– your Johnny– and feel something in you break completely. Bite marks litter his neck, the cloth covering a few up as the nurse places it there.
He's not yours anymore. If he ever really was, that is.
You rush out before any of the men can question who you are, getting into your car and driving away, fast. You almost consider doing something reckless as you realise just how stupid you are.
All these years you'd assumed... you thought... had he truly no idea? Or was he leading you on? Or did he assume youdidn't know? Because– because he had to know, right? It was so obvious! He'd scented you before so– no– what if–
Meanwhile, as you have a mental breakdown over every single choice and moment you've made since you turned 9, back at the hospital Soap wakes up, shocking everyone.
As his mates clamour around him, John, Kyle, Simon, and Gary checking on him, Soap stares at the cloth, the scent familiar and... appetising.
And then he knew with a bone deep certainty. Surrounded by his mates, his pack, Johnny only felt the void where you were supposed to be.
BTS Scenario: An omega arrives in your pack (Hyungline x alpha/beta fem!reader)
Summary:
An omega joining a pack is a blessing - an unmated one is a miracle. So when the village elder came to you not with authority in her eyes but pity and pleading for understanding, you had no choice but to let him go.
Or, an omega joins the pack and you’re an alpha/beta in a relationship with another alpha. The community asks for your sacrifice.
Warnings/Notes: Implied Smut, slight ass play, Angst, Drabble (no resolution... yet) I wanted to explore a different dynamic in the ABO Universe, since it’s usually Alpha BTS x Omega Reader but how about the Beta or even the Alpha reader? Hope you enjoy!
Word Count: 2k+ (500 per drabble)
KIM SEOKJIN
(after he’s called to participate in the matching, and Jungkook is an unmated male omega who’s always had a crush on you) (though crush is a understatement)
He’s here for a final goodbye, you think as you allow him to push you back against the wall.
He kisses you with desperation, all teeth and tongue, as if he wants to devour you whole. He reeks of her but you push it at the back of your mind, together with your instinct to gain the upper hand.
If this is goodbye, let it be as soft as you two could be.
You close your eyes to blink back the tears and wrap your arms around his neck. You match his passion kiss after kiss until you both are panting, breathing in each other.
Seokjin slows it down and pulls at your shirt, slipping it off your head. His eyes are wan, and he hasn’t met your gaze the whole time. It feels wrong, but then again, everything is.
So you try to bring back some normalcy and let the urgency in your touch show. Your arms slid down his shoulder, pushing him back into your room, your strength easily matching his.
In the dark of the room, you tug at his shirt but Seokjin grasps your hand away from his chest. You thought he’s going to lead you to his cock just as he did many times before, but he pulls you closer until there’s no more space between your chest and his and leads your hand to his hole.
He’s dry as the dessert but her pushes your hand closer, until your fingers tap his puckered hole.
You can feel him force himself not to tense up, breathing deeply and dropping his head to your shoulder. His back is caved over you, like a tall child and he turns to graze his lips against your ear.
“I’ll let you fuck me too, if that’s what you want, jagi.”
Your eyes widen and you try to pull your hand away but he holds it still. Your other hand tries to push his chest away but his other arm wraps around your shoulder blades, unwilling to let go.
He keeps still in the crook of your neck, murmuring words you never imagined you’ll hear from the alpha, “I’ll moan like he did. Beg like he did.” His voice shakes, and you startle at the tears wetting your skin. It doesn’t even occur to you to wonder how he knew about Jungkook, and what had transpired the night before because here he is.
He’s crying. Your alpha is crying.
“Just please don’t leave me.”
MIN YOONGI
(Your love for Yoongi knows no bounds, you can give him this. In which your arranged marriage is thwarted.)
“It’s a good thing we’re not bonded yet, huh?”
You try not to wince at the relief in his voice and instead you laugh, hoping that the dark is enough to conceal the wobble on your lip.
You are both lying on your bed, exhausted by your hours long of… what do you call it again? Ah, he did call it his favorite recreational activity. He figured sexual compatibility is an important factor in arrange marriages earlier on your engagement.
And you, in love with him for more than half your life, said yes.
His fingers are playing with your hair, while his other hand lifts a lit cigarette to his lips. He glances down at you, his cat-like eyes half-lidded.
“You want a smoke?”
Pulling the blanket higher to your chest, relishing in the slight flicker of interest in his eyes, you shake your head. “Actually, can you not smoke on my bed tonight?”
Yoongi raises an eyebrow but says nothing and puts out his cigarette against the ash tray on your bedside table. Usually, you take up on his offer, and he’s not gonna lie and say that the image of your lips around a cigarette doesn’t stir his cock alive.
“Not feeling well?” He asks, the only time you refused his offer was whenever you’re feeling the drop after your activities. But usually, you’ll tell him outright, communication being as open as you both could.
You let a small smile touch your lips at his tone. He cares for you, you know, maybe not as much as you want him to, but it’s enough.
Or it used to be enough.
“Just a mild migraine,” you lie before pressing a kiss against his shoulder.
Yoongi smiles and kisses the crown of your head, “You know what cures migraines?”
Your smile grows wider as you look up to his grin, his hand already sliding down the small of your back under your blankets. “I think I have an idea.”
By the time he’s pulled out 3 more orgasms from you, the moon has started fading from the night sky. The brisk winter air entering your room by the open window, drawing goosebumps on your skin.
Beside you, Yoongi sits up and pulls his shirt over his head.
“You’re not staying the night?”
Yoongi shakes his head, “The trials start the day after tomorrow, I’ve got to get a head start.”
Your press your lips together, your hand sneaking down your belly. You imagine your child, the size of a pea, hoping they do not hear your breaking heart. “I thought you didn’t like being choices taken away from you.”
That was one of the major points of discussion when your parents arranged your marriage. It’s also a source of your many arguments at the start, before slowly becoming some sort of unwanted roommate in your makeshift relationship.
Yoongi pauses, there’s something in your voice that he can’t pinpoint. He turns to you, for once, you are unreadable. “This is different.”
“Oh,” you breathe. How so, you want to ask. How come a choice robbed by our secondary natures so much different than the ones robbed by our parents? How come it’s the lesser evil in your eyes?
How come I was never a palatable choice in the first place?
But you don’t. Instead, Yoongi presses on. “At least now, you know, if it turns out that it’s me, you’re free. You can go to university just like you want.”
“Yeah…” you chuckle dryly, “Well, good luck then.”
You don’t beg him to stay, you’re an alpha too and an alpha protects their pack. As your hand travels down to your belly again, you remember - you have your own to protect now too.
JUNG HOSEOK
(You’re just his best friend. What can you say?)
“She smells like lilacs! No, wait, honey! Honey and cream.” Hoseok sighs, all lovestruck on your couch over the new omega girl in town.
As part of the search party that found her, he hasn’t stopped talking about her for weeks. Giving you updates on her recovery in the beginning, and then her smile, her eyes, and the way she laughs as time went by.
At first, you didn’t mind. An omega joining the pack is a blessing, given their rarity. They symbolize fertility and bounty, and you are nothing if not loyal to the community. You foster the village children as their teacher, you teach them the ropes of the land - how to feed the cows, how to plant the seeds, and how to prepare for harvest - after all.
But as time went by, as Hoseok’s visits to her home frequent and his visits to yours lessen, it’s become harder and harder to keep the bitter thoughts away. Hoseok may still visit you, but when was the last time you two talked about anything other than her?
“The trials for her mate starts next week,” Hoseok starts, almost as if waiting for you to say something, “I’m thinking of participating.”
From the kitchen, you tighten your hold on the tray balancing your tea and snacks. Without a wobble, you inquire as you step back into your living room, “Oh?”
“Yeah,” he picks up one of your cookies, suddenly looking all bashful, “I’m unmated and I’m not getting younger so, might as well give it a shot you know?”
You frown behind your tea cup, “We’re barely past our mid-20s, Seok-ie, that hardly qualifies as old.”
Hoseok leans back and tilts his head on the back of your couch until it hangs in relaxation. “It’s different between you and I.”
It’s true, betas are not so pressured to reproduce early. After all, there’s nothing special to be had in your genes, you think bitterly.
“Besides,” he continues, “I think I like her. You know, maybe we should invite her next time we hang out! You can get to know her too!”
“I’d rather not.” It spills over your lips before you could control it, and Hoseok stiffens before turning his gaze to you.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re jealous.” Hoseok teases, unaware at how his words hit home.
You stiffen, biting your lip before the dam breaks. “Maybe I am.” you whisper.
He blinks in surprise at the feebleness of your tone, “B-but… you’re a beta.”
You know. You know your place, in this village and in his life but somehow it’s different hearing it from him. Standing, you turn away to step back into your kitchen when a hand grasps your wrist.
“I don’t understand.” Hoseok whispers, trying to look up to your face but thwarted by your hair. He doesn’t need to see your watering eyes to know there are tears in them. He’s reeling from the sudden change of atmosphere, smelling your distress in the air.
Suddenly, you’re overwhelmed by the sense of inferiority and your heart caves into itself. With the last of your strength, you shake off his hold, pointing to the door.
“I think it’s best you leave.”
KIM NAMJOON
(Namjoon has always been a man of duty, and though you are tough and strong, there are limits to what you can and will endure)
You pride yourself to be level-headed, calm, and objective unlike many of the alphas in the pack. You’ve never lost your control, or flown into fury even during your youth but at this very moment, you summon all your discipline to keep your lips from pulling back and snarling at the older alpha in front of you.
How dare she?
How dare they ask this of you?
“It is his duty.” She repeats and beside you, Namjoon is silent. Eyes straight ahead, back as rigid as the trees outside your home. The home that you two built for your children that will come after your wedding.
The wedding that’s supposed to be in a month.
But the longer Namjoon stays silent, the farther that future seems to be. By the time the elder leaves your home, you don’t even see a speck of it in your mind’s eye.
The silence continue as you clean up the cups and uneaten rice cakes. The silent clink of the utensils echoing in your quaint home.
As you wash the dishes, you feel like an outsider watching your body go through the motions. Scrubbing the plate clockwise, once, twice, three times, before running it under the faucet. Next, you pick up the cups, here, clockwise, once, twice —
“It is my duty,” you hear Namjoon, and oh, he’s beside you, hand on your wrist, pulling your hands away from the frigid waters, “you know that, right?”
As one of the strongest and wisest alphas this pack has ever seen in generations, your betrothal to Namjoon was tolerated at best. Alpha bondings are common nowadays, with the scarcity of omegas. So yes, your betrothal was tolerated - just tolerated, even with you being as strong and as wise as your betrothed - but now?
With that young omega in the picture?
They are making you feel as if you’ve committed a grave sin against the community, as if it’s not within your rights to rage against the unfairness of it all.
They’re asking you for your love.
And he’s so willing to be taken away. Your heart breaks but you nod quietly, “I know. I understand.”
Namjoon stupidly thought that was the end of it. That you knew he’ll always come back to you, omega or not.
Maybe he was naive, or he truly was selfish to ask it of you but when he gets home the week after the trials to a dark cold house the surprise knocks him to his knees and drops his heart to his stomach.
You left the kitchen untouched, his mug still next to yours but, Namjoon pauses at the threshold of your room. There, glinting under the moonlight, sits your ring and the last of your scent wafts away.
END NOTES: Hearts are appreciated but comments are gold. Let me know if this should have a second (or even third) part! :)
Growing up, you'd always had a feeling you'd be a beta.
As you grew older and closer to the age range of puberty, you showed no signs of excessive dominance, leadership, or protectiveness; nor did you show signs of extreme submission, caring warmth, or seek to comfort. Before you'd even presented, your parents knew you'd be a beta.
Which was perhaps a good thing, considering they never lived long enough to witness it. No, they'd died years back, attacked by fearful villagers all because their daughter had befriended the yokai of the woods– Sukuna.
During that time together– years spent scavenging, suffering, bonding, trying to make a life together on the run– you'd assumed, like everyone else who met the four-eyed boy, that he'd be an alpha. Sukuna exude power and dominance, so much so even other alphas backed down just from a mere glance.
Which... may have been the most obvious sign, looking back on it.
No, when you and Sukuna both presented your secondary genders– within a mere month of each other (Sukuna liked to believe you'd triggered his, the romantic)– you, as stated before, presented as a beta, scent subtle yet unique, a clearheadedness settling over you, making you immune to the overly strong hormones oft experienced by and coming from alphas and omegas.
Sukuna, however, did not present as an alpha. In fact, for a long while, neither of you knew what he'd presented as.
Sniffing him, you shrug. "I dunno, Kuna. You just smell normal to me. Stronger, more... intoxicating, but normal."
"Great," grumbled the other thirteen year old. "So I'm still a freak, even in this." He muttered. Immediately, you cuddled up to him, trying to purr for him. He accepts it with a smile.
For years, neither of you would know what he was, only noticing how others reacted to him.
Other betas immediately baring their necks. Omegas damn near going into heat at the first sniff of him. Alphas submitting almost instinctively.
Then, one day, you found your answers in an old book.
"Enigma," you read aloud, perched on Sukuna's lap. "A rare, non-traditional secondary gender, oft considered to be the 'alpha of alphas'."
You share a glance, Sukuna picking up.
"Hmm, highly dominant... strong pheromones... can impregnate any of gender, including alphas..." He trailed off, eyeing you. "Mysterious, manipulative, unknowable– who the fuck describes a gender that way?" He snaps.
"Well... if they're so rare and unrecorded, it makes sense." You say, gently pushing the hand holding the book aside, cuddling him instead; gently, you nuzzle your necks together, scent glands rubbing together and perfuming from the friction.
"Tsk, still stupid..." He muttered, yet held you close, returning your affectionate gestures.
At least it explained thing, he thought. Like why everyone but you was so scared of him– even when he hid his features and kept his cursed energy locked tight. He'd been giving off pheromones that made everyone's instincts pretty much go present or die.
Lovely.
You would not lie and say you didn't feel insecure some days.
As a beta, you knew you were... plain by most people's definition. Typically, betas mated amongst themselves, very rarely being chosen by the other genders.
You knew this. Had witnessed this.
And yet Sukuna stuck by you anyway.
Obviously, you didn't want to be an omega or anything– gods no. Lord knew how much more difficult things would've been with you going into heat multiple times a year while homeless you would've been even more dead weight for Sukuna then. But as an enigma, Sukuna was supposed to have an omega– multiple, in fact. It was simple biology.
Packs formed often, with either a bunch of alphas and a single omega, or vice versa. Betas, as one may guess, typically were monogamous with the rare exception.
And Sukuna, as an enigma, should have a whole harem of omegas and even alphas to serve him. The book you'd found said so, that his mating instincts should drive him to do so, that...
But no matter what you thought he should or shouldn't want, Sukuna only wanted one thing: you.
He told you as such the one and only time you spoke of your doubts to him.
"Wife, my mate, I shall only say this once," he tipped your chin up, "That is the stupidest shit I've ever heard."
You hesitated. "But–"
"No." He said, all eyes on you. "Do you truly think I want anyone else? What use is an omega to me? They're all sluts. They'll go into heat at the most inopportune time and beg for the nearest alpha to mount them. And I'm supposed to wantthat? Tch."
He flicks your forehead. "Stupid beta. And you're supposed to be the logical ones." He mutters. "I don't want omegas. I don't want alphas. And I certainly don't want any other beta." He said, tone beginning to soften as he sighed, gazing at you the same way he did that day as a pup, when you offered him nought but a fruit and your friendship.
"I only want you, my heart."
It's amazing how fast your doubts disappear, how easily Sukuna can assuage your worries.
"I love you too, Sukuna. And I only want you as well. Not even if I was offered a thousand loyal alphas would I leave you."
Your words make him snort.
"Because I'm an enigma." He says, a touch playful. You shake your head in response.
"No," you smile. "Because you're you. I'd love you if you were an average alpha, a beta, or even an omega."
That makes him scoff, a jeering smile on his face. "Oh, the insult! Do you truly believe I'd ever be a pathetic omega?"
You shrug, playing with his hair. "Maybe. In a world where omegas dominate? Absolutely."
He chuffs. "That's right. Never any other way, mate." He says, giving your cheek a few gentle licks, the both of you beginning to groom each other, bathing each other in your familiar, comforting scents.
