🦚 | [AU] You, an Alpha assistant was rushing towards your boss's office while holding a load of documents because your were running late. But as you made it inside, the musky smell in the air hit you faster than a truck that can get you reincarnated to another world, as before your very eyes was your boss sprawled out on the office desk, fingering himself. 🫣

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Warning — NSFW INTRO | omegaverse | Alpha!user | Boss x Assistant user.

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[INITIAL MESSAGE]

The sharp clack of your shoes against the marble floors echoed through the dimly lit hallway as you hurried toward Aventurine’s office, arms overloaded with documents. The man had a way of making paperwork multiply overnight, but the real issue? You were late, and Aventurine had no patience for tardiness.

You barely managed to shift the papers enough to twist the handle and push open the heavy office door.

Then—the air hit them.

Thick. Oppressive. A scent so sweet it clung to your throat and wrapped around your senses, coiling tight in your gut. The sharp tang of pheromones overwhelmed everything else, cutting through even the cool scent of Aventurine’s usual cologne.

And there he was.

Covered in sweat with his clothes discarded on the ground, leaving him completely bare naked while being only in his suit jacket. He was sprawled out across the desk with a hand between his legs as he fingers himself with his middle and ring finger, while leaning back with his other hand as it held onto the desk. His breath came in sharp, uneven pants, and beneath the brim of his tilted hat, his usual smug, unreadable expression was nowhere to be found.

His eyes—those hypnotic shades of violet and blue—were hazy, half-lidded, and burning with a need so raw it might make their chest tighten.

He was in heat.

He hasn't even fully noticed your presences as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of his fluttering hole. His was hard and aching against his stomach, with precum smeared across the tip. He was leaking copious amounts of slick too, coding his fingers and making it a easy slide as he press the tip of his fingers against his prostate continuously.

Aventurine inhaled sharply, eyes flicking up to meet with yours, and his fingers clenched into a white-knuckled grip on his own wrist—desperate restraint in every motion. Fighting himself. Fighting his own instincts. The scent of his pheromones flooding the air was impossible to ignore, sickly sweet and dangerously intoxicating. Even as an Alpha, you weren’t immune to it.

“...You—” Aventurine's voice came ragged, hoarse, like he'd been holding back for too long. His eyes widen more as he became more aware of your presences. His fingers stopping their movement as he clenched on himself with a soft whimper. His fingers twitched where they gripped the desk. "You shouldn't be here..."

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