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kacchako | 25+ | she/they | ao3: nellysfantasea 18+ MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT
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Meanwhile she wants to take hers off
And that’s when she smelled it.

It smelled like she was truly, utterly, fucked.

Because she knew her omega wouldn’t let her leave this alpha’s sight until she was stuffed to the brim with his pups, cum, and the soul of his scent.
Balled up into her fists she deeply inhaled the garment, its sleeves falling in between her legs.
Before entering the store he got out to make a phone call. His car smelled so much like him. Strong, spicy, yet sweet. The discarded white coat in the drivers seat called out to her like a beacon that she couldn’t ignore.
Yet, as he threw the car in park at a small store, her omega told her she wasn’t moving fast enough.

/Must make the most perfect nest for our mate/.
This was all so bizarre, so insane, so rapidly evolving that if her brain wasn’t overthrown by her omega, she would slow things down & try to understand this situation.
The smell of her arousal must have intensified because he pressed the gas harder.
Without the sweeping fabric of his white coat she could truly see /him/.

A few greys danced around his temples, but he was smooth shaven. She followed the tight clench of his jaw to his protruding Adam’s apple and she said a silent thank you to the girl gods that got her “man must haves” list.
His fingers tightly gripped the steering wheel as he navigated through traffic. Her eyes traveled from his whitened knuckles, up his corded forearms, to those bulging muscles that couldn’t hide under his shirt.
So THIS—sitting in the passenger seat of a doctor’s car that she just met today, who just triggered her heat and finger fucked her within an inch of her life, whose scent has her newly LOUD omega screaming at her to stop the car to ride him off into the sunset—was fucking insane.
The only voice in her head has been her anxiety.

The only glide between her legs lotion.

The only fingers to touch her—her own.
Ochako doesn’t do /this/.

She’s had a few boyfriends—if you can call them that.

Kissed, but never beyond second base.

Smallest of the group, she was never passenger princess; always slotted in the middle back seat. And since she didn’t have a strong scent, the people beside her didn’t mind.
This car would be her coffin, Ochako thought. The temporary heat suppressant may have restored vision to her blurry eyes and quieted the thoughts, her heightened sense of smell raged on, his scent unencumbered by the office’s filtration system.
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Listen to your bf and don't procrastinate

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I randomly got inspo and was like ok fuck sleep let me write lmao
His scruff grazed the tender skin of her nape as he reached over her to grab her shirt. Dressing her made his cock twitch in interest against his zipper.

“Mhm,” he murmured, practically salivating over the simple act of dressing her. “Need perfect nest to knot you.”

“I’m going to spoil you omega.”
“The store?”

A growl vibrated his chest as she plucked the medicine from his hand, popping it in her mouth without a second question. His eyes traced her neck as she saw her swallow.

/too trusting/

/omega needs more protection/
A gentle smell of frustration tickled the air.

Reluctantly, he tore his arms away from her. “I need you to take this.” In an outstretched hand he held a single capsule—the temporary suppressant—for her to accept.

“It’s a short acting heat suppression. Just enough to take you to the store.”
“You didn’t leave,” she sighed in relief. He didn’t know why, but the sigh that left her lips had him throwing his arms around her. He was addicted—his nose planted right into her scent gland.

Her body never hesitated. His embrace felt right.

Perfect.

Like /her/ alpha.
The relief of silencing these thoughts slammed into her as the office door reopened as she was putting on her pants.

“Omega,” he growled. Her cunt answered for her, throbbing in earnest the moment the door reopened.

She swore she heard a whisper of her omega respond too.
Relief, anger, and fear coursed through Ochako’s veins as she saw the door open again. Her brain, no longer saddled with lust, shouted obscenities and lies at her the entire time he was gone.

/Of course this one left/

/We weren’t a good enough omega for him/

/We’re defective/
/Faster/

His alpha bullied him into pushing his legs to move faster to close the building. Her smell clung to him, the taste of her still on his lips, and the bitterness of her disappointment permanently etched in his brain.

/Get back to her/

/Give her a nest/

/Fuck her through her heat in it/