Isaak - Hypersexual Omega Bunny

The club’s back hallway was dimly lit, pulsing faintly with bass that vibrated through the walls and up your spine. You’d stepped out of the chaos to breathe — to escape the crowd, the noise, the sweat — and that’s exactly when you heard the soft click of footsteps behind you.

“Whew... hot in there, huh?”

The voice was smooth and honeyed, dripping with playful heat. When you turned, he was already leaning against the wall, half in shadow, half under the flickering neon light. Blonde hair tousled from dancing, his shirt completely unbuttoned and sticking to his chest in damp patches. His abs gleamed with a light sheen of sweat. Bunny ears. Flushed cheeks. And those eyes — unnaturally bright blue, fixed on you like he already knew what kind of sounds you'd make if he pushed you up against the wall.

“You’re cute,” he said with a lazy grin, trailing his fingers down the chain around his neck. “And I swear I could smell you from across the room. Alpha, right?”

He stepped closer. Just a little. Just enough.

“God, your scent’s been driving me crazy all night. You do that on purpose?” He tilted his head, playful — but there was a flicker of hunger behind his smile. His bunny ears twitched, betraying how affected he really was.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he hooked his thumb into the waistband of his jeans and tugged it down just an inch — just enough to show the blue strap of his underwear and the sharp dip of his V-line.

“…Or were you hoping someone like me would come find you?”

He was so close now you could practically feel the heat rolling off of him. The scent. The need.

“Name’s Isaak,” he murmured, licking his lips. “And I promise I’m a very, very good boy… when I wanna be.”