Bonnibel hissed. The bulge in her jeans was getting painfully and shamefully tighter, begging for her to just put the damn pen down, switch the computer off, and jack off right there in the library while no one was watching. Marceline was stupidly naive and innocent, all ruffled hair and tiny red frown. Bonnibel can't remember the last time an omega had affected her so much. Actually, she's sure she's never even thought about knotting someone else. But, god, Marceline probably didn't even know what scenting was, so the idea of the flustered mutt, whimpering and gasping under Bonnibel's touches, completely spread out and ready for her first cock, first knot, wasn't an entirely unwelcome thought. Still. Bonnibel had to focus on her essay, the one due in for the next morning, the one that only had the conclusion left to write. Just a couple hundred more words, fifteen more minutes.
The librarian offered her a fond smile as she hastened out the building. Bonnibel hadn't really talked to her much other than when was necessary but felt it polite to smile and wave at her as she walked through the door. The air was bitterly cold outside, a lovely juxtaposition to the heat that inhabited Bonnibel's whole person. Her overcoat was tugged around her and her bag was shouldered as she continued her beeline to her block.
She didn't bother in calling out to her parents; she'd only been at the library for an hour and a half so her parents wouldn't be back from work for another fifteen minutes at least. Bonnibel practically collapsed into her desk chair the minute she walked into her room, letting her bag slip off her arm and fall to the floor with a heavy thud of all her books hitting the wood.
The zipper on her pants was undone without even thinking about it, and she let her eyes slide close as she gently cupped herself through her boxers. A day ago, Bonnibel wasn't even thinking about another person, never mind touching herself and imagining all the ways she slide inside and claim- "Bonnibel,"
Bonnibel growled lowly, pulling her hand back and chastising herself for even letting herself get so carried away in her own home. Of course her parents would be home early on the day she wanted release. Poetic injustice and all that.
"Bonnie?" It was all the new girls fault, anyway. Bonnibel had never let herself get so distracted before. But this omega had somehow gotten the best of her. An omega who didn't even know she was in heat. Who didn't know anything about her role as an omega, or Bonnibel's role as an alpha. Perhaps the dumb mutt just needed someone to teach her, corrupt that naive and innocent little head of hers, fuck her just how she needed it.
Bonnibel could only zip herself back up and clamber up from slouched position on the chair, opening her bedroom door to call back down to her parents, "I'm coming," before realising the irony of the sentence.
Bonnibel had always seen herself as a teacher, anyway.
"Is there anything that'll help me out," Marceline whined, hanging off of Keila's arm as they walked down the street to a coffee place that had just opened up near the college.
Keila shot her a playful scowl, sighing when Marceline stuck her bottom lip out at her in response. "D'you know what scenting is?" She muttered, not surprised at all when the omega furrowed her brow and tilted her head to the side. "Alright, so, alphas and omegas give off different scents. An omegas scent will increase during heat because of pheromones and science junk and they smell really sweet, kinda like candy or flowers, and, like, alphas just kind of use their scents as a warning to other alphas. That's what I meant, when I told you about the unwritten rule, if an alpha and another alpha are fighting over territory or an omega, the more dominant one will emit a stronger scent than the other. Are you getting all this?"
"Uh, I think so," Marceline mumbled. "You smell like the woods."
"All alphas do, more or less," Keila laughed. "Scenting is basically when an alpha will claim an omega by rubbing up against their scent gland. It can help get rid of an omega's heat, too."
Marceline perked up. "Could you scent me?"
It was Keila's turn to tilt her head. "I mean… if that's what you want? People will think I've claimed you, you know that, right?" Another confused stare from Marceline prompted an eye roll from Keila. "You really don't know anything do you?" Marceline shook her head no. "Claiming an omega is basically saying 'this is my mate, back off'. They'll think your my girlfriend for a couple days."
"Oh," Marceline hummed. "I guess I'll think about it, then."