Omega Price who thinks no one would want an omega like him. Old, large, unomega like. What alpha would want him. He hides his insecurities well, but not well enough. You see, not only do you see, but you see a way to get what you want.
Start small, notes hidden in a desk drawer. Explicit notes, ones that would have his omega insticts go haywire.
The first time he found one, he froze. Staring at the little piece of paper with a blush on his cheeks and his pussy starting to get slick.
I couldn't stop thinking about how good your pussy would squeeze my cock.
Every note gets him all worked up and his instinct screaming for him to find the mysterious alpha and let him do everything he said.
Build it up, leave notes for weeks. Then, leave a clue. Give him something to work with so can figure out its you. But make it subtle so he thinks its an accident. Once he starts looking at you intently, send one more note.
You would look so pretty spread out on my bed in pink lingerie.
Then, wait. You'll only have to wait a day or two.
Price was laying across your bed, dressed in a pretty pink lingerie set. A bralette over his perfect tits and the pussy you had been aiming for, covered in panties. A wet spot showing how excited he was.
He was blushing, rethinking his decision but thats easy to stop. Drag him by his ankle to the edge of your bed, spread his legs, and let your mouth do the convincing.
His slick was sweet, dripping onto your tongue as he writhed on your bed. Pretty moans coming from his lips as your tongue teased him. Push his panties to the side, pull his hips into your face a bit more, and slide your tongue in.
He'll gasp and squeal, choking on his own spit at being filled with anything. His hips will rock against you, toes curling as his legs were draped over your shoulders. His legs will lock around your head as he cums, holding you right where you want to be.
As you pulled away, as he's coming down from his high. Nip at his clit, he'll squirt immediately.
