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It's a cold winter night, a night where the air bites the skin when you walk outside. It's a night where you'd stay inside where it's warm, comforting, safe.
Yet despite being inside, tucked away from the freezing breeze, it's so terribly uncomfortable. An uneasiness that looms over.
It's a constant adjustment of pillows, blankets and sheets. Moving them elsewhere doesn't seem to ease the discomforting restlessness.
Frustration builds up fast for Kirara.
She's not sure what it is but her nest is just not looking, feeling.. just isn't right. She paces around the room, biting her lower lip trying to think of other ways to arrange the pillows, blankets and sheets to be comfortable enough to stay on.
She could tell her hormones have been off lately. Maybe her heat again? She didn't know, she didn't normally track her heats. She should.. but she's never been one to track things. She's been forgetting taking her medications lately... The thought fills her with dread.
It's so hot even with the aircon on. She feels hot and sweat and uncomfortable. She feels so sluggish, the weight of the world on her shoulders and the core of the Earth radiating in her empty core.
Fortunately, the realisation of her heat coming makes her scurry to the drawers.
Maybe it was the smell of her nest or moreso the lack of scent of her mate. She grabbed a pair of Hakari's boxers, bringing them to her face. The scent warming her even more from the inside, calming down her restlessness ever so slightly, god this was what she needed in her nest.
The boxers were washed but it was good enough.
Despite being hot, she took off her own shirt and grabbed her partner's hoodie to wear it before jumping onto the bed and basically forcing all of her senses to take in the scent of Hakari, the scent of wood with a hint of spices and the laundry detergent they had used, one that is eerily similar to her mate. It's not the same, nothing can replicate the scent of your mate perfectly but it's good enough for now, there's some resemblance.
God... desperation was swelling inside her. Where is Hakari right now?
It hurts... the empty feeling in her stomach. Her core was throbbing and aching.
The churning and yearning. It makes her all sick to admit that she's going into heat. The strands of consciousness that she did have was just making her feel ashamed. Being submissive like this-- being so vulnerable-- it made her all so embarrassed.
She needs someone-- no, not anyone-- Hakari to knot her, breed her, fuck her senseless until she can't think, until she stops feeling this way. The thoughts are intrusive and throbbing around her mind, aching and loud. Her body is tingly and sensitive.
"Hakari, where are you,,? Please..." She whispers, slightly delirious and confused, her voice breathy, burrowing her head into the boxers even more to try grab onto the scent and make sure that her very existence was now living for the embodiment of Hakari's scent. It's the only thing calming her down and making the emptiness slightly tolerable.
She tries to grab her phone, failing a few times. The glaring light is unbearable to look at, making her senses tingle. She clicks a few buttons with her eyes forced shut, a few rings come through.
"Kirara, what's up?" His voice is so clueless. So attractive.
"Want you," She says, "now.." It's a loud plea. Whiny and desperate. She brings her legs to her chest, grabbing a pillow before grinding her hips on it. Her face flushed and sweaty.
"What's wrong?"
Kiarara doesn't answer, instead small moans can be heard by the other side of the phone.
"Use your words, darlin'," Hakari says. God.. his voice, his soft demands, it makes her feel wetter, harder, needier. It makes her feel even hotter. She's burning up and the feeling of needing to be filled is swelling up inside her.
"Need you.." she breathes out, feeling the blood rush to her face as she hesitates to answer her mate. Too embarrassed to admit the issue at hand, the fact that every part of her body is basically begging for Hakari to be there with her. "Please..? Come home.. It hurts.. need you here now..." She begs, grinding her hips even faster, a trail of slick covering the pillow. She's not sure if Hakari has got the message yet but she blushes even thinking about how Hakari might see her.
"Okay-- I-- fuck baby, okay." Hakari stammers, not asking anymore questions, it's painfully obvious now, "I'll be there in 5 minutes. Can you wait that long?" 5 dreadful minutes alone without her alpha? Kirara whines in response, her words falling useless. "You'll be okay, I promise. I'll take care of you, just be a good girl and wait for a little bit, can you do that baby?"
Desperation makes it so.. so hard to be a good girl right now. She doesn't want to wait. She needs Hakari. She needs his scent, his bite, his knot. God-- her thoughts were so intrusive. She mumbles, "can you stay on call?"
"Sure baby, I'll stay on call," Hakari answers.
The rest of the call is mostly silent, disrupted by quiet moans, "are you okay?"s and momentary begging.
Hakari is rushing home, admittedly-- he's speeding. Not his first time... but he sure as well doesn't want it to be his last time either. Occasionally from his phone, he hears whimpers, begging and crying and it takes everything in him to not go faster. He grips at the wheel, trying to focus on the road rather than his girlfriend who is in heat. He hopes he doesn't get pulled over because admitting that his omega is in heat is an excuse every police officer has heard at least once. He also.. doesn't have the best record and he really would rather avoid a ticket right now.
When he makes it to their house, it's overwhelming how much the scent of arousal and desperation is practically leaking out of their house. The scent of whipped cream is strong even though it's dispersing into the cold winter night air. As he unlocks the door, the scent gets stronger, his nose sniffing and taking it all in. God-- it makes his head foggy, instinct forcing itself through to his frontal lobe, arising within him is a pure force of needing protect and take care of Kirara, it takes everything inside him not to slam the door and rush to her.
The idea that any alpha could be strolling by and smell the scent of his whipped cream makes him furrow his eyebrows. It makes him feel so utterly irked even if it's an irrational idea. He's never really been the jealous type but something possessive is growling inside of him. "Kirara, I'm home," He speaks into the phone, he's not met with an answer. He hangs up.
He shuts the door behind him, his steps fast, walking closer to their room. There's a fog consuming the house, a sweet creaminess that intensifies every sense that he has. It makes him want to crazy. Every thought of his right now is purely primal; 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 - 𝘩𝘦𝘳 - 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 - 𝘩𝘦𝘳 - 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 - 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 - 𝘩𝘦𝘳 - 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘵 - 𝘩𝘦𝘳 - 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 - 𝘩𝘦𝘳 - 𝘶𝘱 - 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 - 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 - 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘴 , and it makes him want to gouge out his brain until he's thinking about literally everything else. Right now it's not about him but everything in his body is twitching for Kirara.
He doesn't hesitate to open the door, arousal and desperation basically hit him like a punch in the face, intruding his senses and everything inside him tenses. His own scent becoming thicker, feral and stronger. There Kirara is, eyes, pillows and thighs soaked with wetness, her back arching as one of her hands was stroking her cock and the other inserting fingers inside her pussy. Head on the mattress while his boxers were on Kirara's face.
The sight is overwhelming to say the least. But god.. she looks fucking delicious. He just wants to eat her up. He wants to sink his teeth into her skin and mark her all over, making sure that she reeks of wood and spices.
Kirara's pace fastens as the scent of Hakari's enters her nostrils, she gets whinier, needier and restless. "'Kari..?" She whines, shuffling ever so slightly looking up and looking at him.
Hakari clenched his fist, nostrils flaring, still, watching, attentive. He was holding himself back. Fuck, he was so hard right now.
He just wanted to make sure he broke Kirara until she stopped working, fill her up with his seed and leave her there.
That wasn't-- right though. He knew that. He knew that's not want he wanted, he wanted to take care of her.
"It's okay now, I got ya," He says, coming closer. His voice gentle hesitant, soft. He feels like he's using every ounce of strength not to pin Kirara against the bed, fuck her like a rabid dog. He crawls towards Kirara. Fuckherfuckherfuckher. That's all he can think about.
Kirara grabs Hakari's wrist. Her body exuding warmth. "I want you.."
God.
He was caving.
He was going to reach for her, toss her onto the bed and fuck her guts until they were a slurry. Both of them were tangled between pheromones, Hakari leaned in, kissing Kirara's neck, taking a big whiff of the sugary goodness.
Hakari doesn't feel strong enough for this, everything inside him wanted ruin Kirara until she was crying, until her face was all pretty with pleasure.
Kirara kisses his wrists, smiling at him with a dazed look. "Ruin me..?" She whispers, her voice meek and weak, "I need you, please..?"
He growls ever so slightly, pulling down his pants to reveal his cock. "Tell me where you want this, baby. Be a good girl and tell me,"
Kirara whined at the idea of using her words, Kirara's not so used to being so easy, but every instinct inside her aches to be submissive. Her tummy screaming to be filled. "I want you inside me, 'Kari. I want you inside my pussy, breed me and fill me up with your pups...!" God, the words sound so foreign to hear out of her mouth yet she's salivating for it. Hakari pushes against her thigh, spreading them, a meal before him that he just wants gulp down without any signs of crumbs.
And like that, something snaps inside of Hakari. Something primal spreading throughout his body as he grabs Kirara's hands and pins them above her head. His breath was hitched, his chest heaving, "do you even know what you're doing to me, 'Rara?" He asks.
Kirara nods.
Below him right now is a whimpering mess, dripping even more. Hakari puts his cock to the slit, guiding it, Kirara's hips twitch. His tip basically gliding against her clit. Hakari uses one arm to keep Kirara's arms above her head and the other to wrap around her waist.
"Inside... put it inside," Kirara mewls, impatient and desperate.
"I know, baby, just.. gotta make sure I stretch you out." His tip goes in easily, the lubrication of slick welcoming him almost too easily. He could feel Kirara trembling beneath him, pure desperation emanating and seeping from her pores. "Gonna fill you up now," The rest of him goes inside Kirara, her pussy clenching into him like a vice.
"Mmhnn..!" Kirara's mouth was agape, wide open. Without thinking, he let go of Kirara's hands and stuffed his fingers inside her mouth.
"Suck," He ordered, Kirara abided, choking a bit as he shoved them down deeper, his mate started to swirl her tongue around his fingers, practically drooling around them. And god.. did she felt so good around his cock.
As he moved back, he would feel Kirara squeeze around him, begging him not to leave her before shoving with full force, kissing her cervix. He loves the way Kirara fits in his hands like a toy, she's tiny, she's small, she's fragile-- not like a flower but like a bomb, really to explode at any second. Hakari wants to break her so badly.
He starts to move faster, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. He can feel his knot swelling, can feel it catching on Kirara's pussy with each brutal snap of his hips. The sound of squelching and wetness fill the room. He buries his face in the crook of Kirara's neck, inhaling deeply. The scent of whipped cream and sex and submission is intoxicating, making him lose all sense of control.
"Gonna mark you," he growls, his teeth grazing Kirara's skin. "Gonna bite you, claim you, make you mine in every way possible." He starts to move faster, his hips pounding into Kirara's body with brutal force, balls basically slapping against his soft skin. Kirara arches his back, biting onto his fingers as muffled moans come out. Hakari's hips rock forward in a steady, claiming rhythm, his heavy balls slapping against Kirara's pussy with each powerful thrust. The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with the grunts, groans and growls that tear themselves from his throat. "I'm gonna breed you, gonna fill you up with my pups,"
Kirara pulls away from his fingers, a string of saliva connecting the two before breaking and dispersing. "Right there, there-- please! Please..!" Hakari grabs Kirara by the hips, angling her and she starts to quiver even more. His dick was rubbing against her g-spot, going deeper and faster.
"'M gonna cum..!"
"You gonna cum for me, baby? You wanna cum?"
"Mhm...!"
"Use your words, darling, be a good girl and use your words." He says, using his thrusts as a way to punctuate every single syllable. "You're so perfect, so pretty, you feel so good around me, baby." His knot throbbed inside of Kirara, pulsating and radiating pure lust and desire.
Their whole room smelt of arousal.
He could feel the way Kirara was begging for every movement, every single thrust.
Her omega scent hit Hakari like a bomb. It was so strong. Oozing, seeping and basically flooding his senses. His body opened up, welcomed each thrust, basically greeting his dick at the cervix, walls clenching around him like they didn’t wanna let go.
"'M gonna cum for you, Hakari.. 'm gonna cum.."
"Not yet baby," Hakari says, "you gotta be a good girl and wait for me, okay?" He says, commanding her.
"Wanna cum so badly, 'Kari.." She says, whimpering and whining.
"I know baby, you're doing such a good job, being so strong... so good for me." Kirara's thighs are quivering, shaking, her head flung back as her mouth hung open. Moans filling the room, bouncing off of the walls and fuelling Hakari even more.
"Too much.. ghhnnmmh...!"
"Aw my poor baby, can't even think anymore, can you? Just full of my cock and taking it like a good girl."
He can feel the way the muscles inside Kirara's pussy spasm, jerking and basically clenching. He slows down, going slower to savour every single moment of being inside Kirara. "I said you're not cumming yet," He says, it's followed by a submissive whine, a plea.
He growls ever so slightly before leaning forward and making his way to Kirara's scent gland. His fangs elongated, "gonna mark you, baby, make sure everyone knows you're mine."
He wanted to devour her until there was nothing left.
It only takes a bit of force to sink his teeth into her glands, blood pebbled immediately as he broke skin. Licking and sucking onto the blood, leaving a mark there. Euphoria made Kirara jerk his body before she came limp for a full second.
Despite being a bite, a mark isn't painful.
It's a seal and when it happens, oxytocin and dopamine and serotonin and endorphins are becoming extremely concentrated in the body. And the area where it's bitten, the blood is extremely sweet and god.. it makes Hakari to keep sucking her until he drains Kirara of all her delicious blood.
Kirara was shaking, taking deep trembling breaths. She was so tired, so consumed by her heat, so utterly full with cock yet her pussy was taking it all in, begging for more, being so utterly greedy. Every sound, squelching and wetness was pleading for it. Her pussy was practically pleading with Hakari cock to be milked dry.
Every thrust felt like it might break her in half, her body overworked, sweaty, hot and aching. Her thighs trembling. Kirara was a mess beneath him—shaking, whimpering, eyes rolled back as Hakari slammed into her over and over.
A tiny bulge making its way to her stomach every time Hakari would move.
Her slick was everywhere—coating his hips, the sheets, dripping down onto the floor, creaming around his thick, rut-hardened cock like her body was desperate to be bred.
And god did it smell good, sweet and sweaty.
"You wanna cum?"
"Please..!" She says, desperation filling his chest as she looks back at Hakari with glassy eyes. ".. ase..!please please..!"
"Go on, cum on my cock," He commands.
Kirara started to buckle, pussy tightening around his cock, slightly grinding and she twitched all around his knot. Moaning louder. Her cock soon squirting her stomach with cum.
"That's right, moan so everyone can know who you belong to, let them know what you sound like when you're a bitch in heat begging for your alpha to breed you."
He kept going with a sturdy pace, feeling how raw Kirara's pussy was, gradually overstimulating it even more until she was a babbling crying mess. God, she looked so pretty when whining and tears flowing down her face.
His knot was swelling, he felt his balls tighten as he felt orgasm creep up on him.
"Fuck.. I'm gonna cum." He grunts, slamming his cock inside her faster but Kirara doesn't reply. She's basically saying gibberish with moans and drooling. He takes another whiff of sweet whipped cream and with a slam, he puts all his force into getting to the deepest parts of Kirara's cunt. Stretching her cervix, finally knotting her, "Gonna breed ya.."
He would pump his omega full, flood her womb with his thick, potent seed until he was swollen with it, until everyone could see that she belonged to Hakari, body and soul. He could feel the thick, scalding ropes of his cum painting Kirara's insides white, each powerful spurt of his release making her omega belly swell slightly with the sheer volume. He groaned, grunting as he slowly grinded, breathing heavily.
Below him was a beautiful mess that had become undone. She was sweaty, so utterly sweaty and oozing with the scent of his own. She twitched, trembled and shivered underneath him.
They'd be stuck like that for a bit.
He leaned forward, kissing Kirara all over his body, "you did such a good job. You okay..? I'll clean you up soon, I'm sorry if I was too rough." His lips grazing against her skin.
"I'm okay, it's okay," Kirara mutters, her voice soft and breathy, her heat calming down and her body slowly cooling down. Her scent becoming less thick and pungent, slowly dispersing throughout the air.
It takes a few minutes before his knot calms down, finally pulling it out and watching the cum leak out of her pussy. Admittedly, the sight made his cock twitch again. He shakes his head trying to clear his thoughts. God-- he felt so bad being so rough. Admittedly, it turns him on seeing Kirara so submissive. It wasn’t an easy task to get Kirara into a truly submissive state of mind, it was normally a playful fight before he would get Kirara to ever comply to anything.
"Let's get you cleaned up," He slowly scoops up Kirara , carrying her bridal style. Her body is pliant, yielding to whatever position Hakari wanted her, Kirara was nuzzling into his chest, sniffing him, inhaling his essence, his sweat and the dispersing arousal.
"You smell so good," Kirara says, whining under his breath, almost afraid to let the shower wash all of it away.
Hakari walks to the windows, opening them to let the strong smell distribute, the cold winter early-morning air flooding their room. Continuing to carry Kirara to the bathroom. "Gonna set you down, okay?" She's still out of it, dazed, swaying ever so slightly, so Hakari gently directs her to sit on the toilet lid.
Kirara whines softly in protest, clinging to his wrist. "I'm right here, Kirara." He soothes before stepping a few steps and grabbing the tap and turning it, letting the soft platter of water rush onto the floor before returning to his omega.
Hakari helps Kirara to her feet, making sure that he's there to catch her if she falls. Holding her hips and waist.
Kirara stumbles a bit before stabilising herself. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine," She answers, looking up at Hakari and smiling. Hakari raises his eyebrow, egging her to elaborate. "I'm just tired, a bit sore," she mumbles, she steps closer as the water runs off of their skin, the warm sensation flowing through their bodies. Kirara leaned forward, making sure her skin was against Hakari's.
Even though the water was warm, Hakari was warmer. Always was. Always had that warmth emitting from him. It was so comforting. She wanted to be consumed by Hakari's heat.
"It's fine, we'll get to bed after this,"
Silently and quickly, he grabs the shampoo bottle, squeezing some liquid into his palm. "Gonna wash your hair now, okay?" Beginning to lather the shampoo between his hands before incorporating his hands into Kirara's hair, massaging her scalp. The girl was practically melting into his touch. Hakari just had that sort of effect on him. Once he was done with her hair, he let the water deal with it, soap drifting off of their body.
He began to massage Kirara's body wherever he could reach, further helping her loosen up. He leaned closer to Kirara, "you're the best," he whispers, his hands grazing against Kirara's scars.
"Stop it," Kirara immediately retorts, blushing, "you're the bestest." She says, rolling her eyes as she exhaled.
"You're even better than that,"
"I'm not having this argument with you," Kirara narrows her eyes, groaning, "I'm too tired to bicker with you."
For Hakari, that was a win enough. Kirara further groaned at the idea that Hakari was satisfied, he could see it in his face, his cockiness, Kirara grabs him by his shoulders and getting on her tippy-toes," You're the most bestest person I know." Before Hakari can retort her statement, she kisses him, shutting him up.
Hakari doesn't want to pull away but he does, a string of saliva connecting them before becoming one with the water. "Kirara," he breathes, Kirara looks at him with love, admiration, obsession. It takes everything inside him to refrain from the want to just kiss her until she's left breathless.
"Hm?" Ready to say 'I love you' back.
"You gotta start taking your meds," He says, Kirara rolls her eyes, almost disappointed by what she hears. Depleting slightly.
"Whatever," she says.
"I'm serious. You keep forgetting. First your antidepressants and now your heat suppressants?" He says, as much as he would love to stay home and just stay with Kirara, take care of her and be spend his every waking moment with her, running the club means he has other responsibilities.
Kirara whines, looking away as she groans. "I thought you love seeing me all submissive?"
"I never said I didn't. I just-- do you know what you do to me, 'Rara?"
Kirara smiles, acting clueless, "not sure," Giggling, "Wanna tell me?"
Hakari chuckles, rolling his eyes, amused, "I just wanna love you, I wanna claim you as mine, claim in you ways beyond reality. I wanna spend all my time with you and I wanna forget about everything else when you're in my sights." He knows it's not possible, not when they have other responsibilities but that's what he truly wants.
"You're such a idiot. What a shame that you can't then. I'm sure they'd all be fine if they knew you were taking care of your omega,""
"Probably. But I gotta find some way to spoil ya,"
"Ugh, whatever," Kirara groans, looking away before Hakari cups her cheek.
"I love you, Kirara.
"I love you more, Hakari."