Alternate Universe, fantasy themes, Alpha/Omega dynamics, mpreg: I regret nothing
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You enter the office, happy at the silence of the early office. You enter your office and sit down, beginning to work. Soft beats played through your office and you didn't pay attention as the sun started to rise. The door opens and T'Challa pokes his head into the office.
"Kamau?"
"Good Morning T'Challa."
"What are you doing here?"
"I had work to complete."
T'Challa smiles at his coworker before walking over. You are looking over the work the new intern Erik gave in last night.
"He does good work."
"Yes. Exceptional. I'm upset that T'Chaka only hired him as an intern."
T'Challa sighs.
"Well, everyone needs a start."
You snort and T'Challa gives a tight smile.
"Okay...so maybe he didn't need to start there."
There's a knock.
"Come in!"
Erik enters holding a Starbucks bag and a tray of coffee.
"Good Morning Mr. Udaku. Good Morning Mr. Jafari."
"Good Morning, Mr. Stevens," T'Challa says.
"Morning Erik."
Erik gives you a shy smile and walks forward. You smile.
"How did you know?"
"Lucky guess?"
You smile and take a sip of the drink, moaning as the sweet strawberry hit your tongue. T'Challa shoots the other omega a look. What exactly is he trying to do?
Erik ignores the other omega and focuses on you.
"Sit Erik. You're making me anxious."
"Yes al—Mr. Jafari."
Erik sits on the other side of the desk.
"I believe you have some work T'Challa."
"Yes I do..."
T'Challa leaves the office as Erik sits quietly, sipping his drink.
"Your work is exceptional."
Erik beams. You rarely hand out compliments.
"I'm going to see if I can get you a permanent position."
"Really?"
You nod and Erik smiles. You smile at the omega.
"Now, get to work; I have to finish these papers."
Erik nods and leaves the office.
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Erik waits patiently for you to finish. You leave the office and smile at the omega.
"Come."
Erik follows, holding his bag as you two get into the elevator. You smell of coffee and vanilla. Erik nearly moans but swallows it.
You sniff the air. It smells like honey.
"Erik..."
His face is flushed and he's clutching his bag. You gently cup his face and he purrs.
