[One Weird Omega] Kanbe Daisuke x Reader (Omegaverse)

Chapter 8: I don't blame you

Her body was all sore and aching, the room she resided in smelt musky yet sweet. Y/N blinked her eyes a few times, the light from the frosty window blinding her. She stared at the ceiling for a good couple of seconds before she sat up abruptly. Yesterday's activity was flashing back in her mind as her eyes scanned the room that had condoms littered everywhere.

DID I FUCKING FUCK MY FUCKING BOSS?!

Her heart raced as it throbbed from overthinking. She got up, legs still slightly wobbly before she went to pick up every single condom that was dispersed on the floor. It made a pile in the trashbin and she sighed at herself. Y/N did not expect herself to be... like that. Her job, life, and image were at stake. A soft knock sounded and she scurried to put on a bathrobe that hung in the closet.

"Y-Yes?"

"Ah, I see. Ms. L/N, are you feeling better?"

It was Daisuke. His husky low voice was sending chills down her spine but the effect wasn't as bad as yesterday. Only the memory of his groans sounding in her right ear made her shiver.

"Y-Yes, I am. Sir..."

When the door opened and she made eye contact, she went down on her knees with her head on the floor.

"I-I apologize for whatever I d-did yesterday!"

Silence. Silence was all she got before a loud sigh.

"Get up. It's fine, really. Don't blame yourself for it because it's part of the Omega system. There is something I'd like to discuss with you. And if you could, please change into these clothes and meet me at my office down the hall."

Does he have an office in his own house?

Her legs had the bare strength to lift her up again. She looked down and bowed at him, taking the clothes in his hands before he turned to leave. 

I'm going to get fired.

Y/N spread the clothing out, a simple dress that looked a tad bit too fancy for her status. Well, it was Kanbe Daisuke for a reason. She put it on, washed up, and left the room. Her feet brought her down the hall and she faced a rather large wooden door with gold ornaments.

Yep, definitely his office.

Her shaky hands knocked on the door softly and a nearly inaudible 'come in' came from within. She opened the door, head still down, as she walked towards his desk.

"Ms. L/N heads up. Or... should I say, Y/N?"

HE'S GOING TO FIRE ME. NO MORE MONEY, CAN'T PAY DEBTS.

"Y-Y-Yes, sir."

Her head slowly moved up, jaw trembling as her eyes made contact with his orbs.

"First... Don't you worry. I'm not firing you."

"Y-You aren't?"

"Why should I? You've been doing a great job."

"Because..."

"As I said, don't blame yourself for it. It's good that I did not mark you because then it would have been a different story."

"Y-You didn't mark me?"

She felt the collar on her neck, seemingly tighter than when she had put it on.

"Yes. It is against my values to mark an Omega without her conscious consent. Sex was another thing."

S-Sex? How can he s-say it so n-nonchalantly?!

"I have serious things to discuss. Things to do with yesterday."