Bonnibel had always dreaded the day she'd eventually bring home an omega to meet her parents. She was the most dominant alpha in her region, it was expected of her since she first turned sixteen and had all those dumb hormones start acting up for the first time, but there was always a lingering anxiety in the pit of her stomach that dissuaded her from even putting thought into it. Her parents weren't even that embarrassing, just a little too inquisitive and were one hundred percent the type to bring up childhood memories on day one, so Bonnibel wanted to introduce Marceline as quick as she possibly could to avoid any possible conversations revolving around memories her parents had of her.
She almost introduced her as just a friend when she tugged the omega into her house. But Bonnibel supposed they already would've pieced together some things that had transpired between the two of them; what with Marceline's surprise visit and subsequent sleepover yesterday evening. Plus, Bonnibel didn't want to hurt her more-than-friends feelings, because that would suck for the both of them.
"This is Marceline," Bonnibel muttered, toeing her shoes off as she watched Marceline peer into the living room where her parents were seated. "She's-, we're, uh, dating." Yes, Bonnibel nodded to herself. Dating. Exclusivity. It was officially official. Marceline was sheepishly smiling at nothing in particular, too, so Bonnibel took it as a win.
Her parents didn't say much, thank god, but Bonnibel pinned that down to her ushering Marceline up the stairs and into her room as fast as she possibly could before her mother asked why Marceline had stayed over the night before. That would've been painfully awkward to try to explain.
Marceline's black school bag stood out against the rest of Bonnibel's pastel pink themed bedroom, tucked away beside her desk where Bonnibel hadn't even seen her remove it. Ignoring it, Marceline made a beeline towards the bed and flopped herself down, staring up at the ceiling with a dopey little smile that Bonnibel could only assume was the side effect of Bonnibel telling her parents they were dating.
"You wanna study for the test next week?" Bonnibel asked as she closed the door. The omega groaned in response, shaking her head against the duvet. "What about your homework?"
Marceline huffed. "Leave me to wallow in my mixed emotions of euphoria and guilt," she could only mumble. "Speaking of, I really am sorry about earlier today."
Bonnibel rolled her eyes, perching herself at the edge of the bed next to Marceline's legs. "It's alright," she soothed, patting her girlfriend's leg. Whew. That was going to take some getting used to. Girlfriend. Marceline was her girlfriend. Bonnibel scowled. "You claimed me."
Marceline blinked at the light fixture on the ceiling. "Hm?"
"You claimed me," Bonnibel repeated, ridding her person of the scarf around her neck. "This," she pointed at the hickey on her throat. "I can't believe you."
"'M sorry," Marceline mumbled, sitting up straight to prod at the side of Bonnibel's neck. "You said I did a good job, though." And there was a slyness to her voice, a little smirk quirking up the corners of Marceline's usually pouting mouth, that made Bonnibel scowl a little harder. "
"Alpha's don't get claimed, dummy," Bonnibel huffed, turning her head so that they were only a few inches apart. "I claim you so that people know you're my dumb pup."
Marceline sniffed, clearly feigning innocence as she continued to stare at the mark on Bonnibel's throat. "Maybe you were taking too long." And then the smile from before came back, all shy and the complete opposite of the bratty smirk she had donned a few seconds ago. "Dating, huh?"
"Don't make me regret saying that," Bonnibel teased, leaning backwards onto the bed. Though, she supposed Marceline would make it worthwhile, would probably ask to hold her hand in lessons and shyly kiss her in the parking lot after school. Bonnibel sighed, let her eyes slip closed, focussed only on the dip of the mattress beside her. For a while, Bonnibel was content with laying in silence. Only to crack her eye open to catch Marceline staring down at her and look away flushed. She smirked. "Weren't you going to apologise to me for outing us?" Marceline's blush deepened, threatening to creep down her neck and become one of those full bodied ones that Bonnibel loved so much, but made no effort to move or really open her mouth in any way. Instead she just shrugged and continued staring at the carpet. Bonnibel supposed that was a 'no'. "You don't have to," Bonnibel continued. "In fact, I'm okay with just watching a movie with my girlfriend."
Marceline hummed, nodded, fiddled with a stray thread from her shirt. Bonnibel sat up and pressed a kiss to Marceline's pink cheek, rolling her eyes when the omega mumbled out a 'thank you' in response. Honestly. Bonnibel wished Marceline knew she didn't have to thank her just because she wasn't expectant of sex. It made her feel like Marceline felt obligated. Which Bonnibel didn't want. At all.
Bonnibel slid off the bed to retrieve her laptop from her desk, smiling to herself when she saw Marceline shuffle out of her jacket and stack up all of the pillows before crawling under the duvet. "You have a specific movie you want to watch?"
"Anything Disney?"
Bonnibel could hear her friends laughing at her. Snuggling up with an omega under her duvet, watching a Disney movie of all things. Still, Bonnibel retrieved a film from her collection with the Disney logo branded on the box and turned back to the bed. It felt right when she slid under the covers next to Marceline, setting up the movie and pressing long slow kisses to her jaw as the opening credits rolled.
It felt even better when, by the end of the film, a stray tear ran down her cheek and Marceline didn't even say anything, just smudged it away with her sleeve and let Bonnibel scowl at the now blank screen.
"That was so dumb," Bonnibel scoffed. "Who made that film? It was dumb."
"I like bambi." Marceline hummed. "It's a little sad, sure, but-,"
"A little?" Bonnibel cut her off. "The forest burned down. Their homes. Marceline I'm sorry that's devastating and if you can't accept that then you're clearly insane."
Marceline chuckled and thumbed away another stray tear that had rolled down Bonnibel's freckled cheek. "Alright, it's pretty sad. Bambi's my favorite movie, though, so thanks for knowing that in your soul without being told."
Bonnibel rolled her eyes and let out a watery laugh. "It was a very pretty film. The animations were gorgeous and I guess the ending was optimistic."
"See? Bambi's your favourite film now."
Bonnibel sent her a flat stare and kissed her soundly before she could say anything else, bringing her hand up to angle Marceline's face a little better. Marceline hummed into the kiss and slid the laptop from their knees, rolling onto her side with her hands eventually finding purchase in Bonnibel's shirt, tugging her gently forwards.
"I'd like to make it up to you now," Marceline breathed when Bonnibel's hands had found themselves tangled in her friends hair. "If that's okay with you?"
"How about I make it up to you, instead," Bonnibel replied, pressing another chaste kiss to Marceline's pretty mouth. "For helping me out two times in one week." And bless her, Marceline's eyes widened farther than Bonnibel had seen them go before. "This isn't going to be an entirely one-sided relationship, Abadeer." Bonnibel scolded playfully, pressing a kiss to the tip of Marceline's nose.
Bonnibel trailed a line of kisses down her friend's neck while she was still staring in shock, returning the same treatment that Marceline had given her throat the previous night. Marceline whimpered when Bonnibel drew skin between teeth, biting hard but not hard enough that the pain would outweigh the pleasure. Bonnibel tugged off Marceline's shirt and discarded it with a flick of her wrist, mouth finding access now at her shoulder and collarbone, nibbling at bone and nipping at the thin skin there. Each time she introduced teeth earned her a mewl of pain, only to be swallowed whole by a gasp or whine when she sucked and ran her tongue along the bitemarks. Marceline thought she could claim her without getting away with it? Bonnibel had to laugh, really. The one little hickey she'd received would be gone in a few days, sure, but she'd make sure everyone knew that Marceline was her omega. Her mutt.
It was already somehow calming the animalistic instinct inside her to know that she was marking Marceline like this, but the scent coming off of her was challenging that calm, fueling a burning heat below her stomach, sparks to gasoline. It was the same challenge that made Bonnibel divert her course, a hand reaching behind Marceline to undo her bra, lips closing around an already pert nipple.
Marceline moaned, a real proper moan and Bonnibel wasn't sure if either of them were really going to last through her heat. She didn't want to give in and knot her straight away, she didn't want to do that just because they were both desperate for it, Marceline would end up crying just from the size. But god that sounded perfect. Fucking into her and filling her up slowly, knotting her and making sure she was taking every drop.
Bonnibel shook the thought from her head and diverted her attention away from Marceline's now heaving chest, undoing her friends zipper and hooking her fingers into both her jeans and underwear, tugging both away in one movement.
The omega had a hand covering her blushing face, pink fingertips trembling against even pinker cheeks as she whimpered against Bonnibel's every touch. Bonnibel cooed under her breath, trailing her fingertips along the younger girls rib cage and stomach, stopping just below her hip bones.
"You match my room," she observed softly, fingers following a vein in Marceline's thigh down to her knee and back up to her hip. Marceline peered over her fingers, hand now covering her mouth in case any more traitorous noises came out, and just watched as Bonnibel's eyes traversed every inch of her flushed pink body.
Bonnibel shuffled backwards down to the end of the bed, ignoring the way Marceline's knees instinctively knocked together cutely, and pressed a gentle kiss against her friends inner thigh, trailing higher up until she came into contact with sticky skin. Gathering some of the wet on her tongue, Bonnibel revelled in the way Marceline shook like a leaf in a storm.
"You taste sweeter than your scent," Bonnibel teased, pressing another open mouthed kiss a little higher up on her girlfriend's inner thigh. She didn't really think that was possible; Marceline had the sweetest scent she'd ever smelled and she wouldn't be surprised if she ended up somehow being one of the most submissive omega's in their region.
The omega whined at the attention, spreading her legs instinctively further and using her free hand to oh so gently nudge Bonnibel's cheek to guide her to where she needed it most. And of course Bonnibel wasn't going to torture the poor pup, gladly letting herself be manoeuvred accordingly, flattening her tongue and lapping at her omega's hole before closing her lips around her hardened clit, sucking gingerly and watching as Marceline's face crumbled into an expression of what she could only assume was pure euphoria.
Bonnibel slowly lifted a hand between Marceline's legs, finding her entrance with the tip of her index finger and massaging her while she worked her clit with her mouth. The moan of "Fuck," that tumbled from Marceline's mouth was met with a half-glare as Bonnibel pulled away slightly.
"My parents are home," she reminded her, pressing her finger forwards gently, watching as Marceline went to apologise only to bite her lip to muffle another groan. "You're so sensitive," Bonnibel hummed, inching her finger in deeper to the omega's warmth. "If you're this whiny with just my finger, I don't think you deserve my cock just yet."
"Please," Marceline blundered. "I'll be good I promise, I promise, please-," another moan cut her off, louder than the previous, as Bonnibel hummed and massaged her with her finger, pulling out just enough to introduce her middle finger. Marceline sobbed, another whine dying out in favour of a choked groan, tears of pleasure pricking the corners of her eyes.
Bonnibel was going as slowly as she possibly could, sticking only with those two fingers and her mouth as Marceline rode out her first orgasm given to her by another person, moans choked and whimpers muffled by a pillow she'd grasped at and pulled over her pretty pink face. And Bonnibel would've loved to have given her more, would've revelled in overwhelming her omega and finger fucking her into ectasy, but the way Marceline's body was already writhing from just one climax told Bonnibel that perhaps that was enough for the night.
"Move the pillow, dummy," she muttered into the skin of Marceline's thigh, drawing her hand away from where it had been pleasing her girlfriend. "I don't want you smothering yourself, we've only been dating for about an hour."
Softly, Marceline began to laugh. The pillow fell, forgotten about, and Marceline's still blushing face was revealed for Bonnibel to admire. Bonnibel clambered onto her forearms and pulled herself up so that she could give her omega a kiss, wiping at Marceline's tear stained cheeks with her thumbs.
"Are you staying over tonight?" She asked against her lips. Marceline gave a nod, pulled away ever so slightly to stare at Bonnibel with a smile. "They'll probably corner you into having dinner with us, you know."
"That's okay," Marceline replied softly. "When are we eating?"
Bonnibel arched a brow. "What do you mean we? I just ate."
It took a second for whatever was left of Marceline's still innocent brain to figure out the joke, but the playful shove and scoff was worth it when Marceline kissed her soundly once more.
Bonnibel let Marceline borrow her trusty scarf when they sat down for their dinner with her parents, even if that raised more questions than necessary.