Jayce/Viktor – teacher/student; age difference; old!Jayce; young!Viktor; A/B/O; Alpha!Jayce; Omega!Viktor; drugging; rape; hurt/comfort; feral behavior – Part 1/9 – Professor Talis knocks heads with one of his students. He does not anticipate that that will end in quite a traumatic, but oddly enough also hopeful, night.
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Professor Talis looks a little sunken in as he leans back in his chair and stares at the ceiling. He looks older than his pushing-on-sixty, too. Aggrieved, even.
“Dmitri,” he says on a groan before struggling to put himself back together. To be professional. He sits up a little and looks at the young Alpha positively steaming on the other side of his desk. There’s a mulish look on Dmitri’s face that has been there since he stomped into Jayce’s office, waving that infernal paper through the air.
“I simply can not give you more points for this. I told you beforehand that you had to seriously revise your points on the omegan aspect of your work. Your thoughts are…” he tries to find a word that will be somewhat diplomatic but eventually settles – again – on: “Outdated. Grossly, I might add. To the point that even I have to say they are ancient. And I am already ancient, yes?”
He tries to lighten the mood, but Dmitri’s face stays scrunched up and the scent wafting off of him was… unpleasant, to say the least. An angry, upset Alpha that is too stubborn to know when to back down.
“You said my thoughts were good,” Dmitri insists. He glances down at the paper he’s thrown onto Jayce’s desk and then back up at the older Alpha.
“I did, and they are.” Jayce thinks this must be a special kind of Hell devised just for him. He must have done something to deserve it. He’s on a record that keeps jumping back to the same point over and over again and he does not know how to put his words together to finally make the stubborn young Alpha understand.
He leans forward some and lowers his voice. “Your thoughts are good. You have a bright future ahead of you in terms of biomechanical engineering. But you are not applying your talents properly. Your outlook on how your inventions could affect society is… frankly, it’s making my hair stand on end. Your thoughts on Omegas are, quite frankly, insulting. You do not put proper consideration into their needs and wants. They are only mentioned in passing and like they will have to simply be happy with what they can get.”
“Oh my God! What do you even know of some dumb Omegas? When’s even the last time you bred one? Holy shit, this is dumb!”
Jayce blinks, taken aback by Dmitri’s sudden explosive outburst. The young Alpha has jumped up from his seat, hands balled into fists. “Who the fuck cares about Omegas?! My thoughts are good! My math is perfect!”
Jayce opens his mouth, then closes it again, unsure where to even begin to unpack-
There’s a soft knock at the door and before anybody can answer, it opens and his assistant’s head pushes inside.
Viktor’s gaunt face is pulled tight, thick brows furrowed.
“What is going on in here?” he asks with the strict kind of air a professor should have. Jayce feels immediately humbled. He has to squash down the instinct to get out a childish ‘It wasn’t me’ just so his spirited omegan assistant wouldn’t think he was the one making such a ruckus.
“Nothing, Viktor. Dmitri and I are simply having a… civilized… disagreement.” Jayce’s eyes slide toward Dmitri, willing him to come to his senses and just calm down.
Instead he sees the young Alpha glaring at Viktor now, his cheeks flushed with anger and his balled fists shaking at his sides.
“Whatever. Whatever. Fuck this.” Dmitri exhales roughly and rolls his shoulders. He does not look again at Jayce before stomping out.
There’s something primal and sharp twisting inside Jayce’s chest when he sees the angry young Alpha approaching Viktor who fearlessly watches him approach. Just a second before Dmitri reaches him, Jayce is about to get out of his chair, heart thumping. In his mind’s eye, Dimitri will bodycheck Viktor to the side just to get out of the room – but Viktor suddenly opens the door wider and laconically gestures out.
The younger Alpha’s steps hesitate. Jayce can see his hackles, the short hair at the nape of his neck, rising. Viktor just stares at him with a stern and disappointed glare, like he is not aware of any apparent danger.
Maybe he knows that Jayce would go between whatever might arise. Or, more likely, he’s just that much of a spitfire Omega to be ready to fight back if threatened.
Jayce’s throat tightens in preparation for a little warning growl that he does not think he’s made in decades, but before his vocal chords can start vibrating, Dmitri suddenly exits the premises just like that.
Viktor puffs one gaunt cheek out as he looks after him with a frown, then turns to peer at Jayce with mild curiosity.
“Are you alright, professor?”
Jayce stares at him. All at once, he slumps back in his chair like a puppet with its strings cut when it occurs to him his frail omegan assistant had been protecting him. Feeling humbled all over again and bewildered by the dull ache creeping through his chest, Jayce forces himself to nod and throw a wobbly smile toward Viktor.
“Yes, of course. I am used to these kind of altercations. Young Alphas often still struggle keeping their hormones in check.” He waves a laconic hand but when he sees Viktor’s critical gaze, he realizes that he must not be all that successful in pretending not to care.
Jayce clears his throat and sits up properly in his chair once more. He gathers the papers that Dmitri had left behind and starts to stack them neatly to have something to do. Something about Viktor’s quiet disappointment sits odd with him.
“You may go home now, Viktor. It is far too late anyway.”
Viktor narrows his eyes slightly. “...for an Omega?” he asks, slow. His accent makes the ‘r’ roll in a tiny trill that Jayce finds exciting and threatening all rolled into one. He clears his throat. “For a teacher’s assistant,” he clarifies sternly. “Please get some rest.”
Viktor watches him for a moment longer before he sniffs daintily and stands from his slouch leaning against the doorframe. He reaches for something outside and Jayce realizes that his disabled assistant has left his crutch sitting out of the way of any potential fighting. He had been ready to defend his old Alpha teacher.
Jayce feels… conflicted, and even more conflicted because of that. After how he lectured Dmitri, he really would have thought himself immune to these base alphan urges, but alas…
He stands up and comes around his desk, noting how Viktor relaxes and tilts his face up toward him. Nice and pliant and trusting. A whole different sight to his stand off with Dmitri a minute ago.
“I will still be on the premises,” Viktor says in a low voice. “I have some projects to tuck in.”
He speaks of them as if they were his pups and that endears Jayce to no end. He reaches out, sees Viktor’s pupils dilate in anticipation, and chickens out at the last second, grabbing the doorhandle instead of his assistant’s… anything. His arm. His shoulder. His jaw.
Jayce is afraid what might happen if he were to curl his fingers around Viktor’s bicep and note that he could almost touch them together.
Viktor’s eyes flick toward the hand on the doorhandle. He huffs. Is he disappointed? Annoyed? Jayce swallows thickly. He’s unmoored since Dmitri’s horrible behavior.
“Please don’t overdo it,” he murmurs softly, voice pitched a little lower, aimed to soothe a ruffled Omega’s feathers. When Viktor opens his mouth with a sardonic glint in his eye, Jayce cuts him off. “...Because I have a class tomorrow and I expect my highly competent and very diligent assistant to be there.”
Viktor’s lips twitch. He looks thoughtful but after a second he tilts his head to the side just so. Enough to be notable as a coy little omegan tease but subtle enough to let slip beneath the rug.
Before Jayce’s tripping brain can come up with a reaction to that gesture, Viktor turns away.
“Very well. Goodnight, Professor Talis.”
“Goodnight, Viktor,” Jayce replies, throat tight once more and voice pressed because of it as he chokes down an alphan purr.
Viktor throws him the tiniest look across his shoulder, letting him know he’s been found out.
Jayce takes a hurried step back and closes the door, flustered and wound tight. He’s easily three decades older than Viktor. This is not…
He swallows thickly a few times, willing his heart and throat to calm down.
There are far, far too few fem!alpha x male!omega omegaverse stories out there.
Why aren't their more?
Like, seriously, I need some Omega!Vlad Masters x fem!Alpha reader smut! Or Omega!All Might x fem!Alpha reader smut! Or Omega!Arcane Men x fem!Alpha reader! Or Omega!Miguel O'Hara x fem!Alpha! Or Omega!Ganondorf x fem!Alpha!
Just a fem!Alpha doting on & pampering her stressed out male!Omega. Big, powerful men being needy & subby & clingy & touch-starved & absolutely wanting every ounce of affection she's giving him despite how much smaller she is than him. Because he's just got such a stressful job & he needs her. Wants to give up control for just a little while & be taken care of.
And she treats him right. Like he's something truly precious. And he's just begging for her to ride him & take whatever she wants from his body.
