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"I presented as an alpha!" Becky grinned at Anya as the other absentmindedly chewed on a peanut.
Anya swallowed, "Mm, you did smell kinda different today, similar to what my mama does."
They were at the age where you started presenting, a few of her classmates already changing with their smells. Anya could usually hear what they presented as when her telepathy was turned on. It was shut off and she was still hearing people whispering about what they're second genders could be.
Becky nudged her arm, "I think you're starting to present too. Your scent doesn't smell as neutral anymore, like it's going to change."
Anya tilted her head as she reached in her peanut bag, pink hair falling on her cheeks, "I think I'll present as an omega like my chichi!"
"I thought that too! Your qualities remind me-"
Becky's cut off, flinching with a yelp as something bumped into her shoulder. Anya jumped as she heard her friend yell, turning her head toward the direction.
Anya blinked, "Sy-on boy?"
Damian is rushing past them, speedlining towards the hallway. He looks like he's in a hurry, unexpectedly ignoring Becky yelling at him Instead of snapping back.
"Sy-on boy is acting weird today, not even the usual weird!" Anya exclaimed, crossing her arms with a confused hm. Becky sticks a tongue out in the direction Damien went.
She blinked when she sees Emile and Ewen settle in front of them.
"Boss man has been extra weird!" Ewen complained, fork picking at his lunch.
"He'd been avoiding us since math." Emile chimed in, "He ran the other way when he saw us."
Anya was really starting to get worried now! Damian was never without Emile and Ewen or ignored Becky. Now that she thought about it, Anya didn't see Damian walking up to her at all like he usually does.
Anya immediately stands up, startling the other's as the table clatters.
"Anya?" Becky looked at her questiongly and Anya put on her determined face.
"I'm going to check on Sy-on boy." The pink haired girl declared.
"You sure, Anya? He's probably upset about when you beat him in basketball." Becky rolled her eyes, smoothing down her uniform.
"He did not lose!" Emile retorted.
"Bossman's always on top!" Ewen added.
They start to argue and Anya takes that moment to leave the table while they're distracted. Anya skipped past the tables, following into the hallways.
Where's Sy-on boy?" Anya thought as she walked through the deserted school area. Usually the halls would be filled with students, but most of them were at lunch or in class.
Anya huffed, resorting to turning on her telepathy to find Damian. It was unnaturally quiet, his thoughts not as loud as they usually are. Soon enough she hears whispering, saying words that she can't infer. Anya recognized how Damians thoughts felt, and this meant Damian was near!
Anya walked along the smooth floor, heels clicking against the surface. His thoughts were getting louder, and louder she walked forwa-
"Oof!" Anya squeaked as her head bumped into a door. She hastily rubbed her forehead, taking a moment to regain her surroundings.
"Mr. Janitor's office?" Anya stared at the sign that read Cleaning Supplies. Why would Damian be in there?
Anya tentatively knocked on the door after she shut off her telepath and called, "Sy-on boy? Are you there?"
A hoarse voice called out, "G-go away."
"Mm not leaving! Somethings wrong." Anya insisted, hand moving to rest on the doorknob.
"Jus leave me alone, you annoying commoner!" Damian slurred from behind the door, voice weak unlike his usual smug tone.
"Nuh-uh. I'm worried about you Sy-on boy, and I'm gonna find out what's wrong." Anya said, hand curling as the knob slowly twisted open.
The door slowly opened, as Damian squawked, "Wait-"
Anya immediately felt warmth pool in her gut, the door like an opening letting a push of hot air through. The closet smelled sweet, like a honey filled cream cake. Anya felt her mouth slightly salivate from it, inhaling the delectable scent. It was even more sugary than her chichi's faint smell that Anya could often smell when he picked her up.
Curled up on the floor was Damian, brown hair a mess around his face. His uniform was crumpled, the upper coat ripped off to reveal the uniform's white undershirt. Sweat glistened on his forehead, legs pulled up to push his face in his knees.
Anya's mind clouded as she felt the pheromones infect her surroundings, mind too distracted to control her mind reading.
Alpha, alpha, alpha.
Those words chanted in Damian's mind, more clear than ever. That was what she heard Damian think earlier.
Damian Desmond is an omega.
Omega, Anya thought, the word getting louder and louder in her head.
Soon enough all she could focus on was him, the omega's delicious smell, the omega's addicting pheromones, what the omega would feel like.
The idea of being inside Damian pleased the alpha, overpowering the voice in the back of Anya's head telling her to focus. That enough made Anya detach, letting her alpha reign her instincts.
The pink haired alpha closed the closet for privacy, kneeling on the floor to crawl towards the omega.
"Forger, what are you-!" The omega squeaked as she moved forward to bury her face into his neck, Anya moving to tighten her hands around his slender waist. She could hear the omega's heart beat rapidly, could feel his hot skin rubbing against hers.
She felt her shorts tighten, an uncomfortable ache as her hardness pressed against the linen fabric.
Anya hastily pulled down his pants, arms shaking as the fabric went lower and lower to reveal smooth thighs. She stopped when it reached his knees, curling a hand up to press in between his untouched parts.
Anya let her fingers rub at his entrance, feeling his slick pool onto her hands. She could hear the omega whine, desperately pushing against her touch.
Quickly, she pushed in a finger, wall tightening from the intrusion. The alpha rubbed against his walls as the brown haired omega cried out, twitching when she added a second finger to scissor him open.
She decided he was ready, inching her shorts and underwear down. Anya shivered when her length was free, nudging it in between the omegas plush thighs.
Anya rubbed the tip onto his hole, the omega tensing underneath her. With an inhale, she pushed it inside his entrance.
"Oh.." She moaned, feeling tight walls around her. The inside of him was so deliciously hot, squeezing against her cock. Anya stayed still for a moment, relishing the way he clamped and repeatedly opened on her cock.
Suddenly, the alpha jolted, feeling arms slide up onto her neck. She stared down at the omega and- oh.
The omega, no Damian, had tears streaming down his flushed face, body shaking as she leaned forward to wipe them. Anya felt her mind clear up again, horror and arousal lingering in mind when she realized what happened.
"Damian, I'm so sorry." She whispered, "I'll get suppressants for you-"
Anya froze as she felt his lips against her cheek. Damian pulled away with a sigh.
"Forger, you idiot." Damian murmured.
She blinked, feeling her cheeks go pink at his soft tone, "Does that mean..? I really can..?"
Damian huffed, that prideful look back in his eyes, "Just fuck me already, Forger."
The comment redirected her attention to her pulsing member, and Anya gripped his thighs. With a nervous look towards Damian and a smirk given back, she instinctively rocked forward.
Damian gasped underneath her at the same time she did, and Anya groaned as she deepened inside of him. The pleasure traveling along her body encouraged her, and Anya began to start thrusting out and forward.
Her knot swelled as electricity swallowed her mind whole, her size filling the moaning boy up. With every thrust and moan from Damian, her knot pushed inside more and more. Anya gripped his hips to hit a better angle, burying herself inside of him.
She was so close, so close..!
Anya gave a final slam against his hole, bottoming out as she came inside of him. Damian moaned and whined as hot liquid dipped into him.
Anya hurriedly pulled away before her knot could burrow inside of him, giving an uncomfortable hiss as it went down.
Damian whimpered underneath her, white cum slipping out of his hole and dripping on the floor. He was limp against the floor, giving a small quiver at post-stimulation.
Anya fell on top of him, chest against his back. She buried her face in his neck, scenting him out of reflex. Damian nestled in her soft touch.
Surely, they could be late to class just once.