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Till is an Omega and like all other omega's he has a nest. In his nest he has all the normal things.
An arrangement of comfort plushies, some of his mothers clothes that she gives to him after scenting regularly, different assortments of his friends clothes, and of course his roommates clothes.
Okay, that one might not be so normal, but he really can't help it!
The man is quite literally the perfect alpha, no matter how much it hurts Till to say it.
He's annoyingly intelligent, like 5.0 GPA intelligent. He's all wide shoulders and big muscles like a perfect alpha should be. Carries an air of confidence and calm that only someone at the top of the food chain could manage. And, most importantly he has the most heavenly scent.
He always just smells so warm. It never fails brings an odd sense of comfort to Till. The issue however, is that it's starting to not be enough.
The petty theft of an old worn down T-shirt, or jeans that stopped fitting mid high school aren't cutting it anymore.
During heats Till goes through the normal stuff. Feeling far too hot, perfuse sweating, producing sickeningly sweet pharamones to try and attract a mate, craving an unhealthy amount of dick, the usual omega package.
It's Till's pre-heats that are a little... odd.
Hyuna likes to say he goes a little feral every time his pre-heats come around.
Mizi says it's cute how protective he gets.
Sua just cringes and gives him any extra chocolate pastries they have.
During his pre-heats he becomes madly territorial, gets taken over by insane cravings and even crazier mood swings. The works.
On top of all that though, he has a big scents thing. Like, a huge scent thing. When they were younger Sua used to say he acted like an actual dog with how aggressive he got with scenting and protecting scented items.
So it's safe to say he's always had a scent thing.
It's just that the comfort of being enveloped by a loved ones scent is one of the only things that calms him in his pre-heat insanity.
So for the sake of him not mauling a poor passerby, his friends have always handed over scented items. They even over look a little bit of petty theft of clothing and regularly used items "for humanities sake." They'd say.
But as he said, it's beginning to not be enough for him.
A shirt or a handkerchief from his mother used to be more than enough to soothe him through his pre-heats and keep him calm enough to be semi-functioning. But the thing is, after he started taking Ivan's pharamones into his nest he hasn't been able to get enough.
Till swears the guy puts crack in his clothes to lure poor Omega's like himself.
He hates to admit it, but a lot of the time when Ivan leaves the house Till riffles through his laundry basket and picks up his smelliest clothes before scurrying back to his room and dropping it into his nest to huff like a drug addict.
Because that's honestly what it's becoming, a fucking addiction.
Till's nest used to be a good balance of his friends stuff to his own stuff. Now the ratio is thrown out of wack with the majority being Ivan's, and Till doesn't know how many more shirts he can take before the guy will have to start walking around half naked.
Not that Till would mind, but it's about his dignity!
Of course after his heats Till feels the shame hit him like three fucking buses. So he sneakily washes most of the articles using Ivan's detergent before returning them to his wash basket.
What Ivan doesn't know can't hurt him, has always been Till's logic
But now here comes the issues. He has been told he's becoming more snippy during his pre-heats but his usual methods aren't working.
He's tried getting more clothes from his mom, he's been scenting his friends for longer periods of time, tried some random concoctions he found off sketchy websites.
Hell, he even tried doing fuckass yoga!
But all of it did jackshit.
At this point, he's going to need to get it straight from the source.
This would usually be fine! Till has invited many friends over to his nest during the worst of his pre-heats. They sit in it together and Till preens them and cuddles with them until he passes out and they make their escape while they still can.
Ivan, however, just so happens to be the absolute worst guy ever.
See, he may be handsome, well built, smart, and smell absolutely delectable, but the issue is that he knows it.
He knows all of that and is a complete twat about it.
He's definitely the type of guy to laugh in Till's face if he found out he was stealing his clothes and using his scent for comfort. Never mind Till going up to him and inviting him into his nest.
A shiver goes down Till's spine just thinking about it.
So when Till starts snapping at the customers at his cafe job—more than usual—and Mizi and Hyuna give him that look he knows it's time to pack up shop and get ready for his heat.
He had already woken up feeling extra clammy, and even almost scented Ivan when he tried to leave. Then once he got to work he did scent Hyuna and Mizi, very thoroughly. Then when some guy got a little too close to Sua who was sitting waiting for Mizi, Till chased the guy away not before cussing him out.
Him having to leave early was truly the inevitable.
When Till gets home he knows that he'll be alone. It's one of the days Ivan has football practice and Till doesn't think the guy has ever missed a workout day in his life. No wonder he has the body of a fucking model statue.
Till of course takes this as his opportunity to take the guys stuff. It's his God given right seeing as Ivan is the supposed "perfect alpha" but he doesn't have a mate. So it's not like he's impeding on another omega's territory, no harm no foul.
Till only gets as far as their shared living room when he smells it.
The familiar and most decadent smell his nose has ever been blessed with smelling. Sweet and crisp vanilla mixed with a musky firewood smell and it's undeniably alpha.
His body moves on autopilot as he tries to track down whatever is giving him a nose orgasm is when, he sees it.
The object of his newfound desires.
Ivan's football jersey.
He doesn't even question how or why Ivan left it when he obviously needs it for practice. His brain power is going completely towards not trailing slick across their freshly mopped floor.
Till's brain is just completely taken over with thoughts of "My Alpha" and how fucking good it smells. It smells almost like he just took this thing off.
Till tentatively picks it up before giving it a cautious wiff and holy shit. This is definitely what he had been smelling since he walked in because Till's head feels like it's swimming and he immediately feel the space between his legs become tacky with slick.
Before this holy grail of a find can grow legs and run away Till grasps it tighter and sprints to his room.
He gently lays the jersey on the only open spot on his desk before beginning to reorganize his nest to make space.
He spends a good ten minutes at least, just fussing over everything. Moving around pillows and scented items from his friends this way and that.
Once everything is arranged to his liking he strips out of his work clothes into one of his moms old t-shirts and a pair of boxers before grabbing the jersey and throwing himself into his bed.
Wiggling around happily in his newly organized nest lets him enjoy the newest fresher scent mixing with all the others. Finally he gets comfortable and pulls his newly gained shirt to his nose taking a long sniff.
He almost moans when the scent forces his brain to finally chill the fuck out so he doesn't feel like he's going to punch a hole in the wall. Crazy what a jocks smelly shirt can do to a man.
Mizi would probably go on a long lecture about how "pheromones are more than just scents, they're emotions" and how it's "Linked to our feelings!" but right now Till can't find it in himself to care what that means for him. All he cares about is that the smell of Ivan makes his head go fuzzy and make him want to kill himself a little less.
Unlike the man himself who makes Till's head dizzy with anger instead of whatever the fuck he's feeling right now, subsequently increasing his urges to kill himself.
Usually this is when Till would throw whatever article of clothing back into his surrounding nest and begin snacking, but this thing is too precious.
It smells so much like Ivan, almost like his nose is pressed right against his scent gland, it's truly intoxicating.
Till has no clue when he's going to get another opportunity as good as this one ever again so he's gonna milk this for all it's worth. He doesn't even try to stop himself from practically inhaling the shirt.
"You having fun there"
Till freezes because there's only one person besides himself and his mom who has a key, and he knows damn well his mom doesn't have a deep velvety voice like that.
And just like that, there goes his good mood.
Ivan is just stood there in his doorway, hair dripping and only in sweat pants like wearing clothes is illegal.
Doesn't he know there are other people who live here?
Doesn't he know how sexy he looks with his sweatpants hanging so loosely on his hips that it makes Till want to feel his v-line?!
No respect for the poor and weak minded.
"Is this the stuff you usually do with the door wide open?" Ivan hums, clearly amused.
Right. He left the door open in his pheromone induced haze, stupid alpha with his stupidly pleasent scent.
Now because of one rookie mistake he's going to lose the most wonderful scent (and) be forced to drop out of university and live on the streets.
No, what's Till saying. This is his God given right! He deserves this.
He shouldn't have to feel shame for simply giving into his primal urges. He is only a man. A not guilty man!
So Till not-guiltily throws the shirt behind him. Not to hide the evidence. He just did it to, hide the evidence obviously.
"Why are you home so early." Till looks around nervously and he watches as Ivan's eyes lock onto every piece of clothing Till's stolen in the past week. He's so fucked.
"Dont stop what you're doing just because I'm here. Continue, I'm not stopping you." Ivan deflects easily and Till's face flushes remembering what exactly he had been caught doing.
Ivan walks into the room towards him and scans the bed.
He starts picking and prodding at some of the things in his nest and Till hisses at him, trying to swat his hand away. Ivan stays completely unbothered which pisses Till off more.
Just as he's about to yell enough to warrant a noise complaint and shoo him out of the room, Ivan let's out a wave of calming hormones. Till feels like someone injected chamomile straight into his bloodstream.
A sense of calm security washes over him and Ivan watches intently, like Till is his newest project. However Till is too blissed out to give a single shit.
"So this is where all my clothes keep going." Ivan mutters, a sly smile playing on his lips.
Normally this is when Till would freak out and be embarrassed, but all his self preservation was chucked out the window the moment Ivan became a human pheromone diffuser and turned Till's brain to mush.
On top of that the Omega in him is currently pacing because, "There's a prime alpha so close to your nest, pull him in already damn it!"
Till's only response is to hum noncommittally and let out his own pheromones on instinct in hopes to make him shut the fuck up and get in bed already. Or atleast take off the pants he's wearing and add them to the pile.
His is brain still feels a little like putty from the dizzying mix of his own lemon scent and Ivan's vanilla one mixing.
Suddenly Ivan cruelly yanks the jersey away from where it was pressee against his face and Till almost wants to sob. Even if its one of the less pathetic tthings Till has wanted he still has some dignity left.
However his pre-heat mind doesn't give two fucks about self preservation or Till's very fragile ego as fat globs of tears begin to well up in his eyes as he starts to sniffle.
His nose feels clogged with snot and his throat is starting to constrict from the effort of holding back whines. How pathetic is that. He's going to cry because his roomate is taking back his own shirt that Till literally stole.
He needs to get Sua to slap some sense into him later. Or at least a better self preservation instinct.
Ivan doesn't seem to mind the tears as he carelessly throws the shirt elsewhere in his nest which just pisses Till off. He puts a fuck ton of effort into how he organizes his nest! You can't just go throwing shit around willy nilly, theres a system to this-!
Before Till can inform him about the fucking system he has, Ivan throws himself straight into Till's arms, knocking the wind from his chest.
Before Till's brain can recalibrate Ivan's already wrestling him into laying on top of him with his legs on side of Ivan's hips.
Forced to take a quick breath after unwillingly losing all the air in his lungs, all his past grievances wash away when he get a smell of Ivan straight from the source. It's just as good as Till thought it would be.
The mixed scents of pure vanilla and firewood smell that much more divine without the interference of the detergent that clings to his clothes. Till sends up a silent thank you to the God's that Ivan uses scent free body wash.
Till can literally feel his omega going feral because "Theres finally an alpha in our nest!"
Till immediately sets to work at nuzzling at the sides of Ivan's neck, Ivan easily crooning his neck to give him easier access making Till purr.
He sniffs and scents Ivan thoroughly which Ivan is quick to reciprocate.
Once Till's satisfied he pulls Ivan's head against his chest—which Ivan easily complies with—and begins preening his lightly tousled hair. Fussing over how it's laying and picking out the few bit of dandruff with lazer focus.
Then he moves down to his pants, shifting them to the side so they sit properly on his hips. As much as he loves seeing a slip of his boxers the urge to fix him up is too large.
Till smooths out the soft material and ignores the fact that they probably cost more than the bed they're laying on.
He keeps smoothing and smoothing but he just can't seem to work out the lump in the center of his pants, so he decides to leaves it. Till chooses to ignore Ivan's whine when he pulls his hand away. Fucking freak.
Once everything has been fixed to the best of his abilities Till backs up and takes in the image. Ivan looks absolutely erotic laying in Till's nest, like some model on those stupid calendars you can get at sex shops.
Till purrs to himself at a job well done and Ivan seems disgustingly amused with that stupid grin on his face. But Till is too far gone to even care.
Finally satisfied with his job well done of grooming Ivan he throws himself straight into the scent glands on Ivan's neck.
He takes a few minutes contently taking in the familiar smell, allowing Ivan to rap his strong arms around his waist as he purrs. That is until he remembers himself and quickly pulls back to glare at Ivan, arms braced against the others chest.
"Why are you even here?" Till eyes Ivan up and down suspiciously.
Ivan looks amused and that just pisses Till off even more. Till knows he must look ridiculous in his moms old t-shirt and an old pair of boxers, his cheeks still feel flushed from their mixed pheromones clinging to everything in the room. On top of all of that he's still straddling Ivan.
He can take a wild guess why Ivan isn't taking him seriously.
This time he deems Till worthy of an answer, lucky him. "Practice ended early today." Ivan rakes a hand through Till's hair, chuckling when Till smacks it away with a growl. "The team decided to throw an impromptu party in place of practice. I wanted to wear a specific shirt and came to ask you if you had seen it, and well."
One of Ivan's hands leave his waist and reaches behind his head gripping onto something and thrusting it in front of Till's face.
Once Till's gaze comes back into focus he feels his face flush. In Ivan's hand grasps a black compression shirt.
That specific shirt's scent had been long gone and Till had been meaning to give it back in his monthly clothing returns. It just so happens that he had forgotten about it. It has nothing to do with it being one of Till's favourite shirts, of course.
"Mystery solved." Ivan drawls.
Till pushes as far away as he can with Ivan's arms still snaked around his waist and glares. It doesn't have the menacing effect he wanted it to, most likely because he's still bright red.
Till's brain finally catches up with what he just said and he feels anger boil up within him. Till knows his scent must have soured because Ivan's giving him a confused look.
His fake obliviousness just makes Till more irritated, digging his nails into the skin of Ivan's stupid strong chest with how hard he's gripping. He hopes it leaves marks, stupid alpha.
"Well now you know. Hurry up and leave for your damn party." Till turns his head to glare over at his closet instead, not even wanting to look at Ivan. However his grip tighten to keep him put. His mouth and body clearly having two different ideas of what Till wants.
Ivan is completely silent for a few minutes so Till chances a look at Ivan and is startled when he sees him already looking up at him. He has a lovestruck look on his stupidly handsome face and his pupils have completely dilated to a point it's almost scary.
"Aw, Tilly" Ivan coos, still staring at him like he's an angelic creature.
He's clearly gone insane. The prolonged exposure to Till's pheromones have probably rendered him more brain dead than he was before.
Till doesn't even get a moment to scold him for being such a patronizing asshole, refusing to actually respond to him before Ivan yanks him down towards him by the neck.
Till crashes back against Ivan's neck with a yelp and is immediately bombarded with the happy scent of warm vanilla and smokey embers.
Till tries squirming away and telling him to fuck off but Ivan just holds his head down and coos more sweet words into his hair.
"You know I wasn't planning on leaving, no need to be so jealous." He massages the gland on the back of Till's neck and he just melts right into him. The fight completely leaving his body with a singular action. Traitorous good for nothing body.
"I'm not fucking jealous!" Till scowls, nipping at Ivan's neck. "Do whatever you want, it's not like I care either way."
"What if what I want is to stay here?" Till feels Ivan smile against his head but his tone is dead serious.
Till's face grows hot and he rolls his eyes, even if Ivan can't see it. "I said do whatever, you never listen." He grumbles, nails digging into Ivan's chest again.
Ivan's grip tightens as well and he hums, making no attempt to move. Just laying there, enveloped in the sweet smell of vanilla and lemon.
Till supposes this months heat might not be too bad.