Alpha/Omega/Beta dynamics
T'Challa finds being a professor and an omega is one of the worse things he could have ever done. Especially when a lot of his attractive students and colleagues are alphas. Alphas who have tried to bed him.
Except you.
You're an alpha: tall, broad, and with beautiful naturally sun kissed skin, piercing black eyes, and a nice smile.
Today you are in black ripped jeans, a white tee, black sneakers and a black bomber. Your round, gold glasses sit on your face, complementing your watch, chain, and earring.
You approach his desk and T'Challa has to keep from showing his neck.
"Professor I need help with my paper. Can we talk after class?"
"Of course Aharon."
You smile and T'Challa blushes.
"Okay bet. See you afterwards."
You sit back down and smile at your friends who have entered the class.
You smile of spices, wood, and coffee. T'Challa feels himself become wet with slick and he whimpers. He prays you didn't notice but based on the look you are giving him: you did.
"You okay professor?"
T'Challa nods but then he feels warmth and curses. His heat...he wasn't suppose to get that blasted thing until tomorrow.
You sniff the air as a sweet smell hits your nose. Your eyes land on T'Challa and he looks away. You stand, walking over to him and leans forward.
"Your heat...professor...you're heat!"
"I'm fine Aharon! I swe—"
T'Challa moans as a wave of heat hits him and you growl, a protective feeling filling you. You packed his things up (and your own) and grab the bags. You pull T'Challa up and he follows you.
You close the office door and lock it, T'Challa leaning on you.
"You live nearby Professor?"
"Yes..."
T'Challa whispers the address and you nod.
"You drove or..."
"Walked..."
"Come on."
T'Challa takes your hand, following you. You two make it to your car and you get him in. He whimpers as your smell fills his nose. He aches with a need to be filled.
You get in and drive off.
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You unlock the door and T'Challa stumbles in. You hang his bag up, kicking the door close.
"Pro—"
T'Challa hugs your neck, kissing you. You give a surprised sound before kissing back, squeezing his butt. He mewls as you pick him up and take him to his room.
"Professor...you need to stop."
"No...mate...full..."
You always found your professor attractive but he's your professor! You are brought from your thoughts but T'Challa hugging your neck and pressing kisses all over your face.
He smells so damn good and with the way he's grinding against you, kissing your face, and just being cute you are losing this battle.
"Oh fuck it," you say as you kiss him, making him smile as he holds your face.
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T'Challa is riding you, mewling and groaning as your thick length fill him.
"Shit...professor you on birth control right?"
He nods and you smile.
"Need my knot?"
"Yes! Mate me!"
"You sure?"
T'Challa nods and you flip you two over, drilling into him. He wraps his arms and legs around you, head back as he begins to feel your knot expand. You snap your hips toward, your knot expanding and keeping you two attached. You smile before kissing T'Challa's neck, licking where the mating pulse is.
"You sure you want me as a mate?"
T'Challa nods.
"I'm a possessive alpha T'Challa."
"Don't care! Mate me!"
You smirk and bit the pulse, making T'Challa cum. You moan as he does the same to you.
You roll over, keeping T'Challa on top, hugging him.
"Relax," you murmur.
T'Challa obeys and moments later, he is snoring softly. You smile at your sleeping mate, rubbing his thigh and lower back.
T'Challa wakes up to an empty bed and his heart breaks. He showers and dresses, his heart aching. He pads to the kitchen for water when he hears the tv. He walks to the living room and all but tackles you.
"Woah. What's up baby?"
"Thought you left..."
"And leave my baby in heat? I'd be a shitty mate."
T'Challa chuckles as you smile, picking him up. His legs wrap around your waist and he hugs your neck.
"You were sleeping so peacefully I didn't want to wake you."
T'Challa smiles.
"Still need help with your paper?"
"Yes I do!"
He laughs as you carry him to the study.
T'Challa enters your apartment and you smile.
"My roommate may be here...Erik!"
"Yo! What is our professor doing here?"
"He's my mate."
Erik blinks and T'Challa blushes.
"You fucked and mated our professor?! Yo M'Baku is going to be so disappointed!"
You blush as T'Challa growls.
"Who's M'Baku?"
"He's the big omega on the football team. He has had a thing—"
"Erik."
"For Aharon here since freshman year and he—"
"Erik!"
"Is coming over and someone said his heat started—"
"Erik!"
The alpha finally sees you making a cutting motion to your neck and shaking your head no. Erik sees T'Challa is angry.
"Oh...But Aharon here wouldn't do anything—"
"Erik shut up!" You snap.
"Sorry."
T'Challa looks at you before walking to your room. You punch Erik in the shoulder.
"Sorry I didn't.."
You follow T'Challa. He's sitting on the bed, hugging your pillow.
"T'Challa..."
"Is what he said true?"
"Yes M'Baku is an omega. Yes, he has a crush on me."
"Would you..."
"If you didn't get your heat in front of me and I ended up fucking You that entire weekend: Yes."
T'Challa pouts and you sigh, sitting next to your mate, pulling him between your legs.
"Are you okay?"
"I feel bad."
"Why?"
"I just took you from someone who is not only closer to you in age but sounds like a friend."
"I mean...it's rare but...if you wanted and M'Baku agrees...I could take him as a second mate. But that's only if you agree. If you say no then M'Baku has to find a new alpha."
"Can I..."
"Yeah. Apparently he's coming over tonight."
T'Challa nods and kisses your jaw making you chuckle.
"Give me kiss."
T'Challa straddles your lap and peppers kisses to your face, you laughing the entire time.
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M'Baku looks at T'Challa and you can tell his heat is beginning to hit him.
"M'Baku."
He looks at you and whines.
"T'Challa has agreed to share me and you can be my second mate."
"I...I can?"
T'Challa nods and M'Baku smiles before moaning as you kiss his neck.
"Come on. You're heat is about to hit fully."
T'Challa can't help but wonder if he looked anything like how M'Baku looks as you knot the man. He has a look of pure ecstasy and he is whining as you kiss his face.
"I'm about to knot," you murmur.
"Please!"
T'Challa blushes at how M'Baku begs. Your knot forms and you bite the mating pulse. M'Baku relaxing into the bed.
T'Challa goes to grab a rag to clean up. You smile as T'Challa kisses you. M'Baku whines before purring as T'Challa runs his fingers through his hair.
"I got two beautiful mates. I'm lucky as fuck."
T'Challa chuckles as M'Baku smiles.
T'Challa and M'Baku glare at the omega touching your arm. He's laughing and he throws his head back.
"Alpha..." M'Baku says, making you turn.
"Hey! What's wro—"
M'Baku kisses you and you blink as you kiss the slightly shorter omega.
"M'Baku this is Loki. He's a transfer student from Asgard. His mate is Bruce. The nuclear science professor."
"Oh. Hello."
Loki smiles.
T'Challa walks over and grabs your hand.
"You have two?" Loki says in awe.
"Yeah. Guess they love the kid."
"I'm trying to convince Bruce to add Tony but he doesn't want to hear it. How..."
"Kitten eyes and heat."
Loki laughs.
"Maybe I should try that."
You smile.
"Good luck Loki!"
"Thanks! See you around!"
M'Baku and T'Challa drag you off, making you yelp.
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"I have two spoiled mates."
"No we aren't!" M'Baku exclaims.
"Oh you're not? Then explain how both of you managed to get me to go to the store?"
They look at each other before looking at you.
"That's what I thought."
You sit between the two on the couch, smiling as they cuddle around you as the movie begins.
"Do you regret us?" T'Challa asks.
"Nope. I have my sexy football player and my equally sexy professor. You know how many people would dream of bedding either of you? And I have both of you? I regret nothing."
They smile as you kiss their foreheads.
"Now, hush. Movie is on."
They cuddle closer, enjoying the time with their mate and alpha.