You're Mine

by js_shadow

Summary:

Kyo was a deeply depraved man—a dominating, possessive alpha. All women were just bitches to him.
As head of the first level martial arts program at the University of Daijiyama, he often had students wandering into his office with a complaint or request. And his eyes would stalk each and every bitch that stood in front of him, only ever seeing the curve of their hips and the weight of their tits.
But being a possessive alpha made it impossible to properly knot anyone that wasn't his mate, and they were known for growing terrifyingly obsessed with their omega after marking them.
Kyo assumed this meant keeping complete and constant control over his omega, his mate, his bitch—she would be his, nothing more, nothing less.
And he was wrong in the worst way possible.
When he finally found his mate, she wasn't who she said she was at all. But that was fine; her past didn't matter, not even her name. After marking her, however, he slowly starts to realize the collar attached to a very tight leash was wrapped around his neck.

Kyo struggles as he's hormonally forced to take care of every whim and want of a girl in hiding.

Chapter 1: Found

Kyojirou was a deeply depraved man.

His dark eyes stalked each and every bitch that casually wandered into his office. They’d voice their annoying little complaints about a failing grade or an instructor of his feeling them up—as if he could blame them. Yes, he could technically hear them; but all he truly focused on was the curve of their hips and the weight of their tits, idly wondering what they’d look like on their knees. It didn’t help that his nose was stupidly sensitive—most unclaimed omegas wore a special perfume when they were in heat. While it did work in hiding their scent from most alphas, Kyo could smell it from five feet away. Not to mention how heats didn’t line up, creating a constant flow of naïve lambs in and out of his office.

Heat or no heat, he’d still blame those skimpy uniforms the university gave out. As if only covering an inch past their ass wasn’t completely fucking asking for it. They were taunting him, daring him to bend them over his desk and fuck their soaked cunts until he knotted them. Whoever designed the athletic uniforms was either a pervert or a sadist—probably both. There was absolutely no need for covering every bitch in a white shirt they’d sweat through. It showed off their bras—and sometimes lack of one—and made Kyo thankful he wasn’t working the courtyards as much anymore.

The University of Daijiyama’s martial arts department took up three levels of the terrace the campus spread out on. Each level had its own gym, but the majority of the land was an open courtyard that served as the classrooms. Kyo was the director of the first level; it was at the bottom and twice as big as the other two combined—18 classes full of beginners. The turn out rate was only so poor due to the university’s requirement for first years to enroll in his class for two semesters. While it was easy for Kyo to see the benefits of his own curriculum, there were some people that just weren’t cut out for it; forcing it on them was like pulling teeth. But the university was competitive—failing any class would result in automatic expulsion.

All this meant was a surplus of students struggling when they didn’t need to, and it was Kyo’s job to fix it.

Being called down to the courtyards to break up a petty fight was common; he had even served as a substitute a handful of times. He was often haunted by a delusional fantasy of being requested, needing his help specifically. Of course, he’d go down and help his students. He’d be led inside the gym, all the way back to the locker rooms. Once he got there, he’d realize it was the girl’s locker rooms—and it wouldn’t stop him.

Kyo would enter that hot, humid room and immediately hear the cries of desperate bitches begging for a knot—his knot. All unclaimed, all in heat with a primal need. The benches between the lockers and the showers weren’t wide or comfortable, only meant to be briefly braced on. He would slowly make his way over and find a dozen naked bitches bent over the bench that would leave harsh intents on their stomachs. Once they inhaled his scent, the room would fill with the echoes of their pathetic pleads, high off their own pheromones.

Please, please! – Your knot, I need your knot! – Alpha! – God, please! – I can’t take it anymore! – Fill me! – Fuck me! – Make me yours!

And like any sensible beast, he’d start with the strongest one. It wasn’t to prove he was no match for them—that would be idiotic and irritating, needing to assert his dominance to anyone. Kyo stood at 6’3”, likely double their weight, and there was an inherent fear that festered in his opponents when he stepped in the ring. No, it was to send a message.

Your strength and spirit mean nothing to me. I don’t need to believe in you to break you.

Kyo would have to keep a bruising grip on her hips to keep her in place as he mounted her, either trembling from fear or desperation. He’d be ruthless; thrusting his thick, aching cock into her virgin cunt so deeply she’d scream when he hit her cervix. It would make every other bitch realize what they had been blindly begging for—a cruel man’s knot and seed. But there would be nothing that could be done about that anymore. Kyo wouldn’t stop until he had swelled and spilled into all of them, until he had a whole god damn pack of omegas.

But that’s all it was—a fantasy.

Being a possessive alpha made it impossible to properly knot anyone but his mate. He had tried in the past, had his painfully hard cock lined up with some bitch’s desperately wet cunt, clenching around absolutely fucking nothing—and he just couldn’t do it. Even the heat from her sex had everything in his body screaming at him to shove her away, the growling in his chest completely involuntary. Twenty-eight years old and he had only fucked asses and throats.

Kyo hadn’t found his mate yet, and he found himself thankful for it. As soon as he bit the bitch, he’d become obsessed with her. He’d need her constantly by his side. It didn’t matter what she wanted obviously, but not even he would get a choice. Having something to rut into at anytime seemed convenient, especially one he could sink his knot into. But the idea of having the bitch by his feet yapping and complaining and whining all day would only temp him to just kill the pest.

It sounded like a nightmare.

 

October was a dreaded time of the year; it came just after the first month assessments. When Kyo became the director, he was met with a lovely surprise of only 48% of students passing it. He was genuinely stumped until he realized his instructors were using the same standards they do on the second and third levels. But those students wanted to be there, it was their intention to dedicate their time and effort to this art form. Their passion was already there; they had moved on to focusing on technique and winning matches. It didn’t make sense to expect every single body to be able to meet those standards.

Over time, Kyo modified the curriculum. It wouldn’t matter how good they were at fighting; it mattered that they showed up and did what they could. The university fought him on it a few times, claiming he was going too easy on them, made a comment on how surprising it was him making these changes. But Kyo was being realistic. What did it matter if an engineer could block a kick with perfect form? It didn’t, but connecting with their body, forming discipline, making a habit of standing back up every single time they got knocked down on their ass—these were a privilege to learn.

Three years later the passing rate rose to a solid 64%—not a loss, but certainly not a win either.

Kyo’s office had become a sanctuary, a refuge from the overcrowded courtyards and the small group of rowdy brats he taught on the third level. He worked on the third floor of the administrative building for the martial arts department, all the way up top. The view from his window overlooked all three levels and the city of Daijiyama in the valley below. It was a bit more modest than the other two directors—despite needing to organize 18 classes worth of paperwork—and he didn’t mind. He had a traditional, clunky wooden desk with the window behind him, a small seating area in front of him, and most importantly, a door with a lock. There were a few bookshelves on either side of him, though they didn’t hold much of his attention, only using them to store the cardboard boxes of paper he had everywhere.

And now, it was stained with the presence of freshmen; some with valid reasons to be there, most without. By Friday morning, Kyo had to put up a sign on his open door, fucking pleading with these idiots to stop knocking and just wander up to his desk like they were going to anyway. Wasn’t very effective—these kids didn’t necessarily excel in paying attention.

Kyo felt his cock twitch before the scent even hit him.

Oh, fuck.

Never had he been able to smell a bitch from so far away while she wasn't in heat. On her scent alone he could tell she was unclaimed and her hormones were in a healthy balance, though he had no idea how. And he just knew she was fully intact—an actual fucking virgin.

This little lamb was different. This little lamb was his.

Where the fuck is she!?

As she got closer and closer, drowning him in the very essence of her existence, all the blood from his brain drained and pooled right into his cock. It hurt. It literally fucking hurt being this hard. He winced merely readjusting himself he was just that sensitive. What was he supposed to do? Fuck her in his office? The sick thoughts in his head weren’t things he actually wanted to do (or at the very least, he’d prefer doing them at home). But he would. He could just feel it.

Kyo was worried he’d lunge at the sight of her, biting her neck until she stopped thrashing around, but he didn’t. Everything instinctual in him died when he saw the petite girl step in his doorway. He knew her. He knew this bitch. Miyuko—the student that had had three fucking instructors whining up a storm in his office this past month alone.

As much as he was unwillingly told about her incompetencies in great detail, he still didn’t quite understand why she was struggling so much. Plenty of other students also weren’t made for this class. That was fine. But the only thing that set her apart from everyone else was her mutism. A man like him would think that’s a blessing—and he did—but as an instructor, it had no bearing on his pedagogy.

Miyuko’s fault, his instructors’ fault, none of it mattered anymore.

Kyo had never seen the girl in person, only heard the horror stories attached to her. A week ago, she gave him a migraine, but now it was hard to convince himself he still had a brain that could work enough to be sore. Her student ID photo felt like a cruel comparison to how she looked in person. Miyuko had light brown hair that fell just a few inches past her jaw, soft like a puppy. His urge to grab a fistful of it and yank her head back until he saw tears was just as invasive as his desire to pet her until she fell asleep with her head in his lap. Her Bambi eyes were just a bit darker; they were big and round, sweet and vulnerable.

It wasn’t until his gaze slowly fell that Kyo realized he hadn’t ever noticed a bitch’s hair before her breasts, her eyes before her hips. Miyuko was small and a bit too thin, like a mild wind would have her stumbling. There weren’t any curves to take note of, but her chest seemed promising; he knew he could cup each breast with his hands and be able to have something substantial to squeeze. Still, he’d make her gain some weight, make sure she ate some real food—he had a feeling her diet consisted of crackers and energy drinks.

No fucking wonder she’s failing.

Miyuko was annoyingly adorable, though Kyo wondered if that was his hormones attempt at making this bearable for him. The little lamb wore a pair of basic blue jeans—skintight, of fucking course—and a light gray t-shirt from the university. She carried a dorky brown leather messenger bag that only served to make her seem even smaller. Everything about her seemed so boring, so plain, so invisible. Someone like her was born a shadow—forced to follow, easy to disappear, and impossible to shine. But she was his shadow now.

Her knuckles hit the door as she read his sign and stayed there. Her mouth opened, realizing she wasn’t supposed to. But she didn’t move, not her hand or any other part of her.

Why her?

“Hey,” Kyo warned, already feeling his impatience. Mate or not, this girl was going to get on his nerves.

She flinched with her entire body and her hand quickly retreated from the door. He managed to stop himself from rolling his eyes as she hesitantly turned to face him, keeping a death grip on the strap of her bag.

“I’m a busy man. What do you want?” Kyo already knew, of course, but he’d play along for now. Truthfully, he was a bit curious as to how she was going to talk to him without a voice. It seemed she didn’t know either, standing there like a deer in headlights. For a moment, he wondered if she could smell him, feel him. But that most likely wasn’t the case. Miyuko wouldn’t be that sensitive to his scent until after he marked her, claimed her, took her as his. Just the thought of it made his dick ache.

Fucking annoying bitch.

“What!?” he snapped a little too loudly, frustrated by finding his mate at all, and then trying to cope with the fact that it’s her.

Every single blood cell in his body boiled seeing her turn around, seething. As if she could ever just walk away from him, her alpha. Kyo was up and halfway across the room when he realized. A wicked grin grew as she closed the door with a soft click.

“Oh, you’re so stupid,” he whispered, quietly chuckling to himself as he continued stalking her. She entered a freeze response, something he found acceptable. Kyo slammed his hands against the door once he got close enough to drown her in his heat. Poor thing was barely eye level with his collarbones.

He bent his head down by her neck—further than comfortable, given her height—and took in her scent.

Fucking hell, this fucking bitch!

She filled his lungs with warmth, infecting every vein and vessel with herself until he softly moaned from the pressure. He stood in a meadow with a clear blue sky, and she was the gentle breeze running through his hair, wrapping around his body, kissing his lips. Faintly floral, recent rain, raw honey and so undeniably her it made him dizzy. Clean air, clean rivers, so fresh and so new. Pure, innocent. She had been waiting all her life for him. Waiting for him to come and take her, make her his in any way he wanted. She was a blank canvas, just for him.

You’re mine, mine, mine.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath, shoving her against the door with his chest. His hips jerked forward as he grazed the side of her neck with his lips, and then his tongue.

Miyuko whined, so small and quiet, so fucking submissive. She trembled in his embrace as he grabbed at her hips, holding them in his hands. And he licked and lapped at her skin, sighing with a shaking breath, moaning like an idiot at her very fucking existence. It would be so easy to cum like this, grinding against her tight little ass as he rocked her hips for her, guiding her.

She didn’t try to fight it, didn’t ever move her arms or even her hands. There wasn’t a shred a self-respect in this bitch—she was his prey, nothing more. Miyuko was born to surrender to him, expose her neck, fall limp in his arms. How the fuck was he supposed to live like this? Feeling such a constant need and ache to dominate, to subdue, to claim and knot and fuck—and being able to. He hadn’t even marked her yet.

Kyo backed off only enough to flip her around, and he grabbed her jaw, forcing eye contact. God, she was so little; it felt like he could crush her skull in with just one hand. The tears welling up in those big brown eyes of hers told him that she knew that. A twisted smile formed as his other hand pressed her against him by the small of her back, putting much needed pressure on his cock.

“Do you know what a possessive alpha is, Miyuko?” He kept his voice low and smooth, a warning and tease at the same time.

She shuddered as her doe eyes widened in terror, giving him his answer—she knew. Almost as if he was demonstrating the kind of nightmare her life would be turning into, his hand rubbed and kneaded her ass, earning him a small whimper. It was his to do so with.

“You know, not that I mind the silence, but can you really not speak?” he asked, genuinely curious as his calloused thumb brushed over her bottom lip. Soft, a pretty pink, just a bit puffy.

Miyuko raised a shaking, delicate hand to point at her throat before attempting to shake her head. He got the message well enough—but whether or not he believed her was a different story. Everything was there to convince him she couldn’t; or at the very least, he had no reason to think she was lying.

Kyo narrowed his eyes, studying her face as her hand lowered. Something felt off.

“If I find out later that you really can speak, I’m breaking a bone. Understand?” He raised his eyebrows expectantly.

“Yessir,” she immediately squeaked out.

A horrible, nasty grin spread across his face. “Clever little thing, aren’t you?” He bent his head down, tilting hers back at an unnatural angle, getting close enough to notice the little beauty mark at the outer corner of her right eye. Cute.

Focus.

“That will be the first and only time you lie to me. Won’t it?” Kyo’s grip tightened as his eyes darkened.

Miyuko did her best to nod, though he could more feel it than see it. He decided that was fine—for now. There were a few things he needed to figure out, he realized.

“Be back here at nine,” he simply said.

Her head tilted to the side, but he ignored the puppy’s confusion and shooed her out. He slammed the door shut and locked it right after.

 

Kyo rushed to his desk and frantically unclipped his belt. He should be rutting into that tight little cunt, not his fucking hand, but it was all he had at the moment. Her smell stained his clothes, making it all too easy to get off.

“God damn it,” he groaned to himself, somewhat quietly.

Fucking bitch should be sucking my fucking cock right now. Taking my seed. Taking my knot.

He had never hated his self-control like this before, not until he was pathetically stroking his own aching wet cock alone in his office in the middle of the god damn afternoon—and for no other reason than needing everything to be perfect. Kyo didn’t even know what that fucking meant. But it wasn’t the right time. Wasn’t the right place. Once he was balls deep in that bitch, there’d be no stopping him for hours. All fucking day. All fucking night.

Miyuko would be taking 15 years of pent up, burning sexual frustration all at once. But she seemed like a good bitch; she wouldn’t be his mate if she couldn’t take it (or at least recover from it). His little omega was born to take his cock—there wasn’t anything else to her. He’d put pup after pup in her, give her a beautiful purpose. Her belly would swell because he claimed her, mated her, knotted her. Everyone would know. They’d have to.

“Ah, fuck!”

Kyo pathetically came into a handful of tissues as he slammed his forehead down against his desk. He had a hand squeezing the ever living shit out of his thickening knot, so much he thought he’d pop. But he knew it’d never compare to the tense, tight walls of her cunt, contracting around him like a god damn viper. He was literally panting, having never cum like that before—and that was just from the thought of her. It was so stupid, getting off on breeding his bitch when he hadn’t ever seriously thought about what that would really mean.

He sighed to himself, annoyed already.

After screwing his head back on, Kyo went through the university’s database on his computer. He had never made any plans on what he’d do when he found his mate, but he figured a basic background check was warranted.

Miyuko Tsubasa was 22 years old, a transfer from a local college. It was her first year here, getting her master’s in physics.

Why the fuck do they have a graduate student in my damn class?

It seemed she was some kind of academic prodigy, never getting less than 100% on anything unrelated to this side of campus. There was much more to her ‘cleverness’ than she’d ever let on. But it was a choice to never mess up, though he couldn’t think of a reason to do so, to draw attention like that. For now, she’d only be using that mind of hers to please him, so he didn’t care, but he wouldn’t forget either. He was slowly starting to understand she was someone to keep an eye on—he was a given, but he wondered how many people actually ever saw her.

Kyo went back and forth a few times, debating if she’d stay enrolled or not. He couldn’t imagine her going to lectures by herself, though she probably didn’t even need to. Still, it seemed too complicated. He wasn’t interested in coming with her to her exams. He’d pull her out; she wouldn’t be working anyway. She already had her bachelor’s degree, the fuck else did she need? If she got bored, he could get her a book or something. Miyuko seemed easy to please, and it was always a good idea to keep a pet content.

Being a possessive alpha was exhausting. Kyo spent the rest of the day getting everything ready for her, like she seriously was a puppy he found and took home with him. Well, this puppy needed basic toiletries and clothes, her dorm cleared out with her things sent to his apartment, and a meal plan. There were a lot of messages sent between him and his personal assistance team to get everything and set up it all up. After seeing the dresses they got for her, he decided they’d be going out tomorrow and fixing that. For a few minutes he tried writing out rules before giving up—most of them could go unsaid with a girl like her. Dealing out corrections and punishments every now and then would be good for both of them, too.

He tried rounding up the necessary paperwork to legally declare her as his mate, but he got a migraine just thinking about filing it all, and he stopped after about ten minutes. His family would expect to be told, and he’d deal with that mess eventually, but her family was a bit of a mystery. Miyuko didn’t even have an emergency contact.

Kyo was right. This was an actual fucking nightmare.

 

At 8:59pm, Miyuko’s scent flooded the entire office floor. His jaw unclenched, his shoulders dropped, and he stopped bouncing the leg he didn’t know was moving. He wondered why this feeling of content and comfort had to come from her, and why he hated worrying about it wearing off after a while. But his mind strayed, amused to see her waiting until exactly nine to stand in his doorway. When she did, she kept her eyes down the entire time and waited for his instruction before even coming inside.

Damn. She actually remembered not to knock, didn’t she? Obedient girl.

“Come,” Kyo called out casually, as if his cock wasn’t testing the durability of his zipper.

She did as he said and approached with caution, passing the black leather couch and dark oak coffee table. Her hair was a bit roughed up from a day’s work, and he fought the urge to smooth it over. As she stopped in front of his desk, he noticed she was holding something behind her back.

“What is that?” His tone was sharper, more stern as his face fell into a mild glare.

Miyuko uncurled her arms and handed him a piece of paper.

 

My name is not Miyuko Tsubasa.

I am not 22.

I am in hiding.

 

Kyo stared at her neat and tidy handwriting, finding the cursive pleasant to look at and a bit baffled by the small stars she used as bullet points. It told him everything and nothing at all. But this wouldn’t be information she could write down if it was true, and he had a feeling it was. She was taking the no lying rule rather seriously—as she should.

“You wrote a note?” he asked plainly, tossing it aside to look in her eyes with a growing headache, though she didn’t meet them. He had a feeling she would become quite familiar with studying the carpet.

“Just to make sure I didn’t forget anything,” she quietly replied, shoving her hands behind her again. Her voice mirrored her handwriting, it was nice, maybe even soothing.

“Are you capable of forgetting things?”

“Only forgetting to do things…” She shifted her weight from one leg to the other.

“Okay, I don’t even know where to fucking start on that.” Kyo exhaled half his life force out of his body and leaned back in his chair. He crossed his arms and tilted his head back, supposedly thinking everything through.

Firstly—no, it seemed she wasn’t capable of forgetting anything. The girl was probably a walking encyclopedia.

Secondly—she was the most idiotic genius he’d ever met. In a god damn graduate program for physics worried about forgetting three things.

Thirdly—those things were pretty fucking important!

“How old are you?”

Don’t be a child. Don’t be a child. Don’t be—

“Eighteen,” she quickly and quietly answered, nervous to admit it.

His cock twitched at the thought of being ten years her senior, and then he wondered if he should be scheduling a psych appointment for himself. He sighed.

“Sit on the couch,” he ordered as he stood up.

And she did so eagerly, choosing the absolute fucking middle of it to sit her little ass in.

God, this fucking bitch.

After locking the door, Kyo moved to stand in front of her on the other side of the coffee table with his arms crossed, glaring at her. She had her hands tucked under her thighs and her head hung as low as it could get. He couldn’t even see her eyes.

“Hiding?”

She nodded.

“Elaborate!” he yelled, starting to feel more rage than lust. He rolled his eyes as she trembled.

“I’m h-hiding from the people that r-raised me,” she explained, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. For just a moment, she lifted her head to meet his gaze but bowed immediately after. And then her hands went into her lap, picking at them in a way he’d get her to stop doing eventually. “I learned things I shouldn’t have, and got caught…”

“What are their names?” Whatever she learned, whatever the reason they got mad at her for it—none of it mattered. She wasn’t theirs, not their responsibility or business. If they really had a score to settle, they could come to him and then reassess how much they cared.

Miyuko—or whoever the fuck—shot her head up with wide eyes, tears threatening to spill down soft cheeks. Everything in her was screaming so loud that he felt it. This kind of fear… Kyo wasn’t sure if he had ever experienced it before.

“Answer me right fucking now, bitch,” he growled from deep inside his chest, making his way around the coffee table. “Look at me!” He grabbed her by the throat and dragged her in front of him. His omega was shaking terribly, stumbling to find her balance, whining.

“They d-don’t have—”

Kyo dug his thumb along the center of her neck, but he loosened his grip when her hands faintly touched his wrist, silently begging him to come back.

“Orphanage,” she managed to cough out.

Fucking hell.

He let go and watched her take a step back away from him, but he’d allow it. Her face was flush, eyes irritated and glossy, and her neck was red. She’d bruise, and he honestly didn’t know how he felt about that. Did he lose control?

“Are they actively looking for you?” His voice lowered in volume, but he could still feel a growl crawling up his throat.

“I don’t know,” she whined, rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands. He let her shrink down until she was curled in on herself, rocking back and forth on the carpet.

These tears weren’t his.

These tears weren’t acceptable.

But he wasn’t getting anywhere with her like this; she wouldn’t be able to answer him no matter how hard she tried. And this wasn’t something he could fix right now.

“What’s your name?” he asked a bit quieter, calmer, crouching down in front of her.

Slowly, the little lamb lifted her head up off her knees and looked up at him. She took a moment to wipe away some of the tears and snot, and he ignored his desire to fuss over her hair, all messed up.

“Akku,” she hesitantly whispered. He could tell she was searching his eyes for some kind of reassurance, any hint of acceptance from her alpha. Her name was something she was offering to him, blindly trusting him to take care of it—to take care of her.

“No.” He shook his head, ignoring her lips parting. “You’re not Miyuko…” He took hold of her jaw, tugging her closer than she was expecting. “You’re not Akku.”

She blinked, mind completely empty.

“You’re mine,” Kyo declared with his entire being. Much to his satisfaction, her body responded to him, relaxing just a little. He leaned in and licked her cheek, collecting leftover tears, savoring the salty taste. She shivered as a quiet whine escaped her, but he could tell it was the only noise she was able to make right now. And that was fine.

“Don’t worry. It won’t take you long to understand what that truly means.” He swiped his thumb across the side of her face. Her skin was smooth, soft, and she blushed a vibrant shade of red when he met her eyes. With a small smirk he couldn’t suppress, he stood up and began walking towards the door.

As if she could hear every thought he tried to have, she was quick to leave the office first, letting him shut the lights off and lock the door with ease. And of course, she waited to the side, ready to do whatever the hell he wanted her to do.

Pretty little thing, entirely mine to break.

With a hand pressed between her shoulder blades, he guided her home.

Notes:

Thank you for reading!

This is one of those projects I started while avoiding working on my other ones lol. Thought I would share and see if there's any interest, what people think of it, etc.

Hope you enjoyed <3

Chapter 2: Bonded

Summary:

A rather indulgent smut chapter <3

Despite the late hour at the end of the week, campus was still buzzing with students who either did nothing but study and work or did nothing but drink and fuck. Kyo wouldn’t be surprised if most of the third level brats were still here, sweating and shivering from the evening autumn air. The courtyards only had a few lampposts around the perimeter, leaving most to prefer practicing under the sun. When he attended, a lifetime ago, he was also one of those morons up until one in the morning, fighting against his body more than anything else.

Kyo wasn’t naturally gifted like Yuichirou, his older brother. With no other siblings around, the two were compared quite easily. It had already been decided Yu was superior—a born prodigy. There was no reason to chase after him, blindly fighting to exceed expectations in a rigged game. But of course, for most of Kyo’s life, he did. His brother was tall and lean, quick and clever; that was all he needed to win every match. The only reason Yu wasn’t stronger than him was because the man would rather marathon a bookshelf than even one measly mile. He didn’t train for hours every day because he didn’t need to.

Every victory in Kyo’s life was fought for. He had strength he couldn’t hide behind a jacket because he lifted weights and opponents as often as he breathed. His technique was flawless because he spent hundreds of hours searing perfect posture into every muscle and bone in his body. Thousands of matches and mistakes made him a four-time world champion. The only thing that could be argued was handed to him was Akku’s submission. There were ways for her to challenge Kyo—his lack of patience happened to be a vulnerability for them both—but she was too smart to try anything.

Looking down at the nervous omega by his side, he nearly smiled seeing her attempt to keep her place half a step behind him. His long legs and endless stamina didn’t help. She’d need to get used to his boundless energy, but he was willing to walk a bit slower. Part of him expected to feel grief for the life he once had; he wasn’t one to make silent compromises like this. But he didn’t. Her permanence wasn’t irritating or intimidating. Akku was supposed to be here, and she was.

My little shadow.

The University of Daijiyama was older than Kyo cared to remember. They walked on somewhat level cobblestone paths towards the sky tram. The lecture halls were made of rusty bricks and covered in vines, spread out over the five levels of the main campus. Surrounded by plenty of gardens and sometimes fountains, there were only a dozen or so on each level. The terrace faced the ocean, though it looked and felt more like a void than anything else. They were too close to the city to see any stars, and the water seemed to disappear at night. Kyo caught Akku staring at it whenever she could, though he wasn’t sure what she saw.

At the very least, he worked on the fourth level with the sky tram being on the fifth. Not even a minute into the climb did he stop and wait for her to catch up. He hadn’t even realized he took steps two at a time until it was painfully obvious she didn’t. The day had begun to catch up with Kyo, making this slow trek up feeling twice as exhausting. It was the equivalent of a few flights of stairs, but he had started to wonder if Akku had asthma with the way she was breathing when they reached the top.

Weak girl.

“C’mon,” Kyo sighed, pressing his hand to her back. He didn’t bother to look for any potential pouting and kept his attention forward.

The sky tram was the easiest way to travel between the city and the university. There were a dozen lines that ran from the top of the terrace to the outer edge of Daijiyama. Several cars descended at the same time as another set ascended, moving in a constant rotation. Kyo typically took the green line; it was no different than any other, but being at the far end meant it was less frequented.

Each car was small, seating no more than eight on the two benches that faced each other. There was a window on every side, something his omega seemed to enjoy quite a bit. Akku was pulled to the front like a magnet, entranced with her obscured view. The sun had long set, leaving just the glow of the city lights to see, getting brighter by the second as they slowly descended the terrace.

Kyo walked up behind her as she kneeled on the seat. As he looked down at his omega, his mate, he noticed something that put an ache in his chest—her smile. It was so genuine, so sweet, and so very brief. As soon as she really processed his presence, it faded, dimmed, died. He rolled his eyes, frustrated with the influence this bitch had over him. It didn't matter if she smiled or not. With a bit of a petty huff, he moved to sit by the door on the other side. He stretched his legs out and tilted his head back to lean against the wall, all with the typical crossed arms and permanent glare.

What a god damn pain.

After a moment or two, he sensed her sit down on the same bench as him; not by any of the windows, and not too close to him either. An uncomfortable medium for the two of them. He thought it'd be the longest 20 minutes of his life, but biology was a blessing. It was hard to feel too tense when he inhaled her scent with every breath he took. He briefly wondered if she was using a calming scent on purpose; it would benefit them both if he wasn’t pissed off and hard at the same time in an enclosed space like this.

There was a light rail station at the bottom of the terrace and a seldomly used bus stop. Kyo led them in the opposite direction towards the underground parking garage. Everything seemed impressive to Akku. It was something he was expecting. His father was the city’s center councilman; wealth came naturally to their family. It wasn’t shown off, but it wasn’t hidden either. Still, did she need to act so shocked about a damn garage? It was heated, had good lighting, and was relatively clean—is that all it took?

A low maintenance bitch will be a grateful bitch. Fine by me.

Kyo led them to his stupidly oversized black truck. There were times when he had to haul some equipment from the school down to the city for tournaments; but mostly, it was the only car he could sit up straight in without crowding his legs. He opened the passenger door wordlessly and she climbed inside, needing to use the small step to even get in the damn car. She kicked her legs back and forth the entire ride she was just that short. Annoyingly cute.

The drive home took no more than ten minutes, but his body was wearing down by the second. Kyo needed this bitch or he'd fucking die. At the very least, the city traffic was relatively light this time of night; early evening rush hour was a nightmare. Akku might have been even more glued to the window here than the tram, lost in skyscrapers and neon signs. He couldn't deny it was a nice scene as it started to rain. Kyo's apartment complex had underground parking, letting them escape the rain and take an elevator straight up to the penthouse. There was an annoying amount of security verification he'd never noticed until now. Fobs and IDs and passcodes—took fucking forever.

When they made it inside, Kyo sighed with his entire being.

Fucking finally.

It was more of a simpler, open concept layout. Kitchen to their right blending into the living room on their left. But Kyo was only focused on the bedrooms straight ahead. After taking off their shoes, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her across the apartment, only reacting with a small yelp before following him.

His bedroom—or his den, he supposed—wasn't that big, he hadn't chosen the main quarters to sleep in. The canopy bed took up most of the room, leaving just enough space for two nightstands, a dresser, and a small writing desk by the windows. The view was nice, but he had a feeling she’d be more interested in begging to go outside on the balcony. Everything was kept dark in his room, making it feel even smaller. A wide-open space felt too vulnerable to sleep in.

"Get in the bed," Kyo ordered simply as he walked towards the dresser. She made her way over to the canopy bed without complaint. The brown leather messenger bag was carefully set against the nightstand before she pulled back the sheer black curtains and climbed in. He recentered himself in front of the mirror, taking off his thick gold watch and putting it away. Next, he took out the hair tie that gathered some of his hair at the back of his head—pure black waves, a bit disheveled all the same as Akku’s hair was. The only other things he took off were his socks, he'd make his bitch do the rest.

It was annoying how fast his heart was beating; he was almost nervous to mark her at all. He couldn’t put it off, he knew that, but the involuntary changes he’d be going through weren’t exciting. Still, this was his job, his responsibility. Whether he liked it or not, this was something they both needed. Fortunately, their hormonal desires to conceive could be manageable with birth control. He could knot his bitch as much as he wanted; the thought of it had him turning around to do just that.

Kyo walked towards his mate at the foot of the bed. He pushed aside the curtains, revealing Akku kneeling in the absolute dead fucking center.

How the fuck does she do that?

"Come here."

Watching her crawl on all fours towards him with glossy eyes made his head spin—it was decided, this would be how she approached him from now on. She stopped just a few inches away, probably knowing he'd want her close. And she was right. His omega folded in on her legs again and looked up at him.

Mine.

His rough, calloused hand cupped the side of her face, briefly running his fingers through her hair. Just as he suspected, the short length made it all too easy.

"Take off my belt," he told her.

Her eyes watched his hand return to his side, maybe missing the weight of it on her head.

"How about this?"

Wide doe eyes darted towards his.

"Every time I take off my belt, I beat you with it."

A nasty grin spread across his face when she suddenly had no problems unclipping his belt like a whore, like his whore.

"Good," he whispered, ghosting his hand over her hair, letting her know she could get pets if she behaved. It got a sweet little whine out of her as she raised her gaze, tears spilling. "Keep going."

Akku pulled on his belt, unwrapping it with a satisfying tug. He faintly grunted, thinking about how she'll be doing this over and over and over again until she died. She set aside his belt and looked to him for guidance. Her eyes automatically closed when he set his hand down on her head and slowly stroked her hair.

Oh, she fucking needs me already, doesn't she?

"Take off my pants," was his next instruction, making her eyes burst open. Just before he lost his patience, shaking hands reached for his groin.

Ah, damn.

Kyo nearly shivered just hearing them unzip, groaning when she grabbed the waistband and pulled. His gentle caress turned into grabbing a fistful of her hair, making her wince. With his other hand, he pulled down his briefs.

"God damn it," he hissed under his breath, stroking his leaking cock.

"Lick me, bitch," Kyo demanded with a bit of a rasp, a bit of a threat. He groaned when she looked up at him in terror, and all he did was push her head closer. On pure instinct alone, Akku lapped at the base of his cock, tasting him, touching him, tempting him.

"That's it, girl," he breathed, watching her lick up and down his shaft. A little mew left her, and he twitched, grunting through the urge to thrust.

Submissive fucking bitch licking me, fuck!

Without prompt, she pressed her lips against him, kissing him all over.

"Oh, fuck," he sighed, tilting his head back. Akku was lightly sucking on his shaft, hadn't even taken him into her mouth. But there wasn't any way he was lasting if she properly sucked him off right now. He groaned as he pushed her head away. "Center." It would have had to have been just a guess that he had wanted her back where she was before on the bed.

My clever little bitch, of course you knew.

"Take off your clothes," he told her when she settled. It was satisfying seeing how scared she was while obeying at the same time, sniffling as she took her shirt off. He rubbed and stroked his cock as his eyes stalked her, studying every inch of skin that was slowly unveiled. She would partially fold each piece and set it aside before moving onto the next.

Shirt.

Socks.

Pants.

Bra.

Panties.

Despite knowing her fate, Akku still folded her legs up to her chest, trembling as she hid in her knees. He unbuttoned his own shirt, tossing it aside without care, and then crawled towards her. Silently, he guided her to turn around, gently pushing on her shoulders. And she did.

"Mm. C'mere, baby," he whispered with a certain affection as he pulled her hips up, leaving her shaking on her hands and knees.

Perfect prey.

It was effortless to completely cover her, setting his hands down by hers. She whined feeling his cock lightly rub against her bare ass.

"What are you, Akku?" He bent his head down, scenting her neck.

Fucking divine.

"Y-Yours," she weakly answered, subtly turning her head to reveal more of her neck.

He moaned as he lapped at her skin, drinking her up in every way he could.

“That's right." She shuddered hearing his voice, gasped when he kissed her neck. Her ability to always have the right answer, always know what to do, and to always do it—it was going to make his life so much easier, relaxing. Her mind was able to keep up with his patience, his unspoken demands and desires.

"You're my omega, my bitch, and my mate," he continued, nipping at tender skin. He pressed a smile to her neck when she winced. "But you're nothing else, okay?" He spoke in a reassuring tone as he fussed over some of her hair.

Akku nodded regardless of her unneeded opinion on that.

"Nothing more, of course. But nothing less either. Do you hear me?" He licked up by her ear, unable to keep himself from dragging his teeth against the edge of her ear.

"L-Less?"

"Yes. That means I don't particularly care if you're happy, but you'll never go hungry," he said, petting her hair. He caught her pushing her head up against his hand, very faintly, very gently. "All the pain you'll feel will be my doing, no one else's."

Akku must have been fighting a damn war in her mind, desperate to process his words and their meaning, while also feeling his hand stroke her hair, his lips kiss her cheek, his cock grinding against her ass.

"Hm," he hummed. "Let's see how wet my little bitch got."

"Ah!" Akku yelped, feeling his fingers graze her soaking cunt.

"Fuck," he groaned against her shoulder. "That's it, girl." He kissed the back of her neck, making her whine as he rubbed between her shaking legs. "So slick for your alpha, aren't you?"

Kyo's hand left as he sat up just enough to fist his cock.

"Oh, fuck. God, yes," he moaned, digging into her folds and stroking her cunt with the head of his cock. Her whimpering only excited him.

Holy fucking shit.

He was practically panting already as he rocked his hips into her, pushing in and out of her tight cunt. Akku hung her head, trying to keep her crying and squirming to a minimum, but luckily for Kyo, she couldn't contain her whining. The kinds of moans that escaped his throat would have had him stupidly embarrassed, sounding like a whore; but how the was he supposed to care about that when her pussy ached for him? This was his place, mounting his bitch as she cried underneath him, taking his cock.

"Oh, that's it, that's it," he whispered as he pushed in deeper and deeper. His hand switched to holding her stomach, keeping her back flush with his chest. He could see her arms already shaking.

"It hurts," she whined, too high pitched and incoherent for him to understand.

"You can take it," he kissed into her neck, groaning as he thrust in further.

You fucking have to.

Kyo took his time stretching her out, knowing she'd tear if he just shoved his cock in all at once. Eventually she'd be able to, but he'd go easy on her tonight. She was already in enough pain that he didn’t see any reason for more. Besides, he wasn’t going to last long.

"Fuck," he hissed, thrusting into her as far as he could. He could fucking feel his own cock right under her belly.

"Mmm," she whined desperately, arching her back, seating him in even further.

"God," he groaned, rolling his hips right into hers, making her squeak. "Good omega girl," he praised without breath, sliding his hand down until he reached her clit.

"Ah, pl—!" she accidentally cried out.

"Yeah?" Kyo smiled as he pulled out an inch or two, and slowly pushed back in. He didn't even have to rub her, all he did was put a little bit of pressure down as he settled them into a slow rhythm.

"Y-Your hand," she whimpered, clenching around him like a damn viper. "I—!" She got cut off by her own moans of pleasure, covered in shame as she came unwillingly.

"That's it, bitch," he grunted, speeding up. His hand left her, giving her some kind of break; just until he licked and sucked and kissed the back of her neck as he got rougher and rougher.

"Fucking take it," he panted, tilting his head up as he blindly rutted into his little bitch. "Yes! Yes!" He held onto her hips as she collapsed, gripping the bedsheets as he relentlessly fucked her. "C'mon, girl. Take my fucking knot, god!"

He could feel the base of his cock swelling already, getting her to muffle a scream into the mattress.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Kyo whined, joining her flush against the bed. "Yeah, yeah! Fuck! Just like that!" He caged her in with his arms, groaning and nipping at her neck, getting ready to mark his mate.

He sped up until he caught on her hole, and just as he spilled, his teeth punctured the side of her neck near her shoulder.

"God!" Akku cried out, squirming under him. But his legs kept hers from thrashing, and his hands wrapped around her too-thin wrists, pressing them into the covers.

This was everything.

Kyo nearly passed out from the sensation of knotting a pussy for the very first time—his mate's. She was so small and tight, so warm and wet; but mostly, she just felt right. Being coupled like this was what his body had been aching for constantly, it was the purest connection they could share. The blood he spilled would bond them both to each other well past death. She would obey only his alpha commands now, no one else's. She would only take his knot, no one else’s. And she would only carry his pups, no one else’s.

He found himself licking the wound, his mark. Akku melted under him, saving all her strength for tilting her head back.

"Mm," she desperately whined, rubbing her head against his. He hummed in response, smiling down at his mated omega. She was looking at him with eyes still crying, panting, face beet red. His eyes fell to her lips, and she was already turning her head to kiss him back.

"Fuck," he moaned, biting at her lip. Her legs rubbed against his as he continued to kiss her, claiming her mouth. The little whines and moans and mews had him settled and satisfied. He didn't realize how much she had been bleeding until he pulled back briefly, seeing her own blood smudged around her mouth.

Gorgeous.

Akku moaned as their tongues met. His hand cupped her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. Never had he ever fallen into someone so deeply, so purely.

It wasn't until she winced that he felt conscious again, and by then his knot had already come down—but he didn't leave her, not yet. She rolled her head to the side, showing off her mark. It wasn't bleeding anymore but he understood. Kyo licked and lapped at it, and she sighed with her entire body, in complete relief. That was fine. He was more willing than he should be to simply lick at her all night. Sometimes he'd give her little kisses, gently sucking on her skin.

Eventually, they curled up together on their sides and he held her in his arms, covering as much of her body with his as he could. He was much more exhausted than he thought he'd be—they were both asleep in just a few minutes. When he woke up, Kyo would be a fully mated possessive alpha.

Neither of them could have known what that really meant.

 

"No," Kyo groaned, dragging Akku by her waist away from the curtains. He ignored the little whine she made and curled up around her again, still dead fucking tired. His omega wasn't trying to leave; she just wanted to look outside the window—but the sun was there. He felt like a damn vampire in the morning.

Fucking curtains are black for a reason.

The next time he woke up, he was on his back. Unusual. Akku was on her stomach, sideways, just next to his waist, staring in merely the direction of the window.

Is she serious right now?

Kyo's arm was draped over her slender back, though he was sure she probably just burrowed under it. He wondered if his rough hand stroking her bare skin was uncomfortable—not that he'd ever do anything about it—but she seemed to relax. She became quite pliant as he gently scratched her shoulder blades, setting the side of her head down against his stomach. Seeing her settle on him with her eyes closed, he wasn't quite sure how he felt about it. Before he knew it, he was stroking her hair.

Their morning was lazy. He didn't understand his fatigue, but she seemed more than fine. Eventually, he woke up enough to lay her on her belly and crawl over her. She was tense until he licked at her mate mark, which had her holding back moans.

"That's it, baby," he whispered as her breathing picked up and his cock swelled. "You'll be good for your alpha, won't you?" All he had to do was lightly graze her hip, and in an instant she raised them with a whine, burying her face into the covers.

Submissive little bitch.

Kyo smiled into kisses up her neck as he rubbed her hip, felt up her ass. "C'mere."

Akku turned her head, moaning into his mouth as he licked her lips. His hand wandered under her belly, groaning when she was practically fucking dripping for him.

"F-Fuck," she whined as he teased the sensitive bud that had her squirming. It didn't take long at all for her to bury her head into the sheets, shaking from just a little bit of rubbing between her legs.

"Jesus christ," he quietly chuckled. "My little bitch is so sensitive, isn't she?" he cooed into her neck before lightly sucking on her mark.

"Ah, pl—... p-please," she cried, though neither of them could quite tell what she was begging for.

"Alright, girl." Kyo sighed as he sat up, pumping his already leaking cock. He groaned as he rubbed the tip against her folds, getting slick everywhere, as if she got wet just from waking up.

"Oh, god," she tried to silently whimper as he began to thrust into her.

"Fucking hell, bitch," he grunted. She felt even tighter than yesterday as he rocked his hips back and forth, easing them into a slow rhythm. But he didn't take his time in fucking her as deep as he could, groaning every time he bottomed out. Kyo had never felt so physically satisfied. Mating his omega on a Saturday morning without a care in the world. Akku was so small under him, so completely at his mercy. She whined and shed tears as he stroked tense muscle with his thick cock.

"That's it, bitch. Take me," he groaned, picking up the pace. "Take my fucking cock." He set his hands down on the mattress and focused on rutting into his bitch, mating her as he should. She bounced under him from the force of every thrust, only making him moan uncontrollably at the sight of her.

"Mm, such a good bitch, getting fucked." Kyo hung his head, panting as he sped up. "Yes, yes, yes," he moaned. "Shit, just like that, bitch."

He could tell his knot was forming when she suppressed a sob and gripped the covers with white knuckles. "Oh, fuck," he exhaled, bending down to lick and suck on his claim.

"A-Ah," she mewed, rolling her head to the side to show off her mark.

"Shit!" he whined, ramming into her as hard as he could.

Akku screamed into the sheets when he clamped down on her shoulder, drawing blood as he came in her.

"God, that's it, baby," he moaned, thrusting into her one last time with a grunt. The low rumbling in his chest wasn't growling, but he had never been so content like this before. Kyo sucked and licked at the new mark. It wasn't a claiming one, of course, but Akku still struggled to pass off her moans as whines.

Fuck. This bitch is gonna drive me crazy.

He enjoyed being more awake while they were coupled like this, locked together. His omega was horribly sensitive to his knot, whining every time he even slightly moved around. So, of course, he was constantly groaning and grinding on her. Kyo wasn't as tired as last night after his knot went down; he didn't even think it was possible to stay hard after cumming, but he wasn't going to complain or question it. He pulled out, getting a faint whine from her.

"On your back," he told her with a calm voice, and she complied. She knew better than to cover her chest, keep her legs pressed together. His mate was tired, panting as she turned her head away, still too embarrassed to give in.

I wonder how many fuckings it'll take for her to beg for my cock.

Akku flinched when he cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb over her perked up nipple. As he thought, they were a good size and weight. Her skin was soft and smooth, just a bit lighter than his golden tan skin. He didn't spend too much time licking and sucking on her chest; though the way her back involuntarily arched, pushing her breast right into his mouth was deeply satisfying. The ache in his cock got more and more intense the longer he wasn't completely fucking buried in her.

Kyo sat up and rubbed the inside of her trembling thighs, spreading them apart, all the way down to that glistening cunt of hers. "Fuck," he sighed, keeping a bruising grip on her hips as he slowly thrust into her. He couldn't take his eyes off of his cock, pulling back completely wet.

So fucking good for me. Tight for me. Dripping for me.

He couldn't help but keep a rough pace, moaning from the whines his mate made. "Ah, god," he groaned, raising her hips up off the bed as he began to pound into her.

Akku shed tears she couldn't hide, covering her mouth with her hand to muffle the pain.

Such a good girl.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Kyo threw his head back, speeding up. Her whining was everything, blending with the wet slaps and claps of each brutal stroke. Yes, this is what he was meant to do. Fuck his bitch as she cried and shamefully moaned from his cock rutting into her without restraint.

"Shit!" Akku whined when he set her down, and leaned forward, rolling his hips into hers. He rubbed against her clit with every thrust, making it impossible to fight it. Fight the pleasure she gets from her alpha fucking her, mating her.

"God, that's it, baby. Yes! Yes!" He gripped the sheets on either side of her ribs, groaning as she tightened around his cock. "Fuck, cumming on my cock. Damn," he moaned, unable and unwilling to hold back his smile as she turned bright red. "So fucking good."

But Kyo didn't slow down, didn't show her any mercy as she attempted to recovery from her orgasm. He liked seeing her squirm and struggle underneath him. When he lowered himself down, Akku's arms wrapped around his waist.

"P-Please, please," she whined with tears, looking up at him.

He bent his head down and tasted her tongue, licking her just as much as he kissed her. She moaned and dug her nails into his back. "Fuck," he groaned, not expecting it to feel that good. "God, fucking my little bitch."

Kyo sped up uncontrollably, rutting into her as fast as he had ever. Even he whined as he sucked on her mate mark, feeling his knot forming.

"Good," she mumbled and moaned. "Feels so g-good."

Without warning, her hands lowered further down his back and didn't fucking stop.

"Ah, you sick bitch," he whimpered like an idiot as she squeezed his ass as hard as her weak hands could. It was too much; he hated how much hotter his body got from it. "Fuck! Fuck, baby!" Kyo whined as he came, ramming into her just as she clenched around him. "Oh, god.” He groaned, panting from the overwhelming feeling of cumming at the same time as his mate.

Akku found his mouth before he could process anything, moaning and scratching at his back. They stayed pressed together like that for an eternity, completely high off of one another. He couldn't stop lightly thrusting into her, rubbing his knot against tense muscle. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair, and he let her. Neither of them could breathe as they panted into every wet, clumsy kiss.

God, she's everything. And she's mine.

Eventually, he shifted to lick at his claim on her, something she melted from. He couldn't even remember when his knot went down, if he got soft, all he knew was he was hard inside her. Fucking her again and again was only natural. She was soothing; to hold, to kiss, to lick and bite. So, he did. There wasn’t any reason not to, nor was there anything that could stop him. In this room, in this bed, behind these curtains—Kyo only saw Akku.

Notes:

Thank you for reading!

I got a little carried away but oh well :]

Chapter 3: Watched

“Don’t be dramatic,” Kyo said dryly, pushing aside the curtains.

Akku was struggling to push herself up off the bed, her scrawny arms shaking unreasonably. It was pathetic, quite honestly. He might have kept fucking her until he was tired, but she couldn’t pull this crap every single time he had his way with her.

“Ah, w-wait,” his omega weakly whined.

“If I have to carry you off this damn bed, you’re joining me in the gym.”

As if the word ‘gym’ triggered an adrenaline rush, Akku sprung up and had no issue crawling to the foot of the bed next to him. Kyo rolled his eyes as she more or less fell off, stumbling to her feet with the balance of a 15-minute old horse.

My fucking god, woman.

He turned his head before he could see any puppy dog eyes. “C’mon,” he sighed, leading them towards the ensuite bathroom.

Of course, she couldn’t keep her mouth closed as she looked around. It wasn’t much, but to her, everything seemed to be made of gold. There was a decently sized walk-in shower across from two matching sinks. The grand mirror behind the counter would be a new favorite feature of his, giving him a much-needed view of him fucking his mate in the shower. He could see it—watching her tits pressed against the clear glass door, properly seeing how easily his presence swallows her whole. His mind went fuzzy with the sounds of hot water beating down on their bare skin mixing with her sweet whines and whimpers.

And yet, their shower could not have been any more underwhelming. Akku sat on the small ledge meant to hold shampoo bottles; instead, it held a half-awake omega that could barely keep her fucking head upright.

“Give,” Kyo demanded in a flat voice. She complied and lifted her arm for him to take. He felt like an overly exhausted parent bathing their ill child. The sponge he used was no doubt rougher on her than she was expecting, wincing and wrinkling her nose as he scrubbed her down. It left her skin red and irritated, but he wouldn’t be doing this babysitter shit again; she could lightly dust herself off to her heart’s content for the rest of her life for all he cared.

“Ah,” his omega hissed.

He didn’t bother reacting, continuing to rub between her legs all the same as every other part of her body. Dried cum and a bit of blood had his cock throwing a tantrum, but he was already too annoyed to care. Even the small squeaks she let out whenever he reached a tender area didn’t amuse him in the slightest. The faint hums he heard scratching her scalp as he washed her hair were almost enough to soften his edge—almost.

He worked quickly before the steam made her pass out.

Sensitive little bitch.

“Alright, go dry yourself off.”

She was given no choice as he stood her up and shooed her out the door. The thick black towel he set on the counter covered her completely, hiding either her trembling or her shivering, maybe both. It seemed her version of drying off was merely sitting down on the bench between the bathroom and walk-in closet, using the towel as a blanket.

Kyo rolled his eyes and took his time.

Always keeping Akku in sight was something he thought he’d need. While his body felt more settled with his eyes fixed on her, he wasn’t foaming at the mouth when he wasn’t. In fact, not much had changed since last night. Not exactly something to complain about but waiting for the other shoe to drop was tiring. If there were any noticeable changes in her, she didn’t let it show. Though they were practically strangers, he probably wouldn’t have been able to tell anyway.

Throughout his entire shower, his omega had stared at him with her full attention. Any other girl sitting on that bench would be doing so out of unrestrained lust, but Akku’s reasons couldn’t be that simple.

Right?

Kyo stepped out, dripping wet, returning her focused gaze. He caught himself about to smile seeing her shift her entire body away from him in a blushing panic. As cute as her embarrassment was, it still didn’t entirely explain what she was doing. She continued her subtle study as he dried off and made his way into the closet. Her face flushed a deep shade of red as he passed her, not bothering to take the towel with him. Part of him hoped she’d never get used to it.

The open wardrobes were sparse, only holding the bare necessities. Kyo had no particular interest in fashion, only caring enough to dress appropriately for work. He mostly wore black with the exception of his button-ups, and even those were quite muted. The blue of his shirt was just light enough to convince others he wasn’t attending a funeral. It felt different, putting his belt on, tightening and fastening it like a promise. There were only two ways the dark leather would loosen around him—and his cock would swell regardless.

The awkwardly shy puppy still sat on the far side of the room, waiting intently for instruction. Kyo held back a sigh. It would take a few days to settle into a routine, but until then, he’d be holding her hand the entire time. Some of it was necessary; Akku was right to stay put without clear direction to do otherwise. And the rest was everything she’d eventually do on her own—like getting dressed after taking a damn shower.

His focus shifted to the other side of the closet. A small variety of acceptable dresses were hung up, bright and flowy. She didn’t need to win best in show, but he couldn’t have his mate walking around in ill-fitting polyester—an issue they’d be fixing today.

"Alright. C'mere."

Akku sat up straight at the command and quickly did as she was told.

“Leave the fucking towel.”

Only after he rolled his eyes did her little pouting face fade away, replaced with some slight nerves. Standing up, she repeated her actions from last night, folding it before carefully setting it down on the bench. It was unnecessary, but not too annoying, so he let her. With a bright red face, she shyly padded across the carpet. The blatant attempt at hiding was nearly irritating; crossed arms, shitty posture, head hung with shame.

As if I haven’t already seen her as much as anyone could? As anyone would…

Kyo needed to move on. He was dwelling on the insignificant.

“White or yellow?” Two sundresses were held up in front of her. Slightly wide eyes darting between them told him she didn't particularly care, not that he could blame her for her indifference. "White," he decided.

Akku dressed without complaint, of course. The neckline was modest enough to cover her tits and distracting enough to reveal her mate mark entirely. His omega bruised so beautifully; it made her skin enticing, nearly enchanting. It gave him an odd sense of pride that her body took his claim so well. Other alphas had mentioned it—most unable to shut up about it—but Kyo had always found it uninteresting. He blamed his hormones for caring and moved on. It had become pretty clear she wasn’t used to wire bras, only mildly suppressing her discomfort, her nose scrunching for just a moment or two. He didn't have any specific preference, but flattening sports bras wouldn't do.

The hell did she even have one on for? I know damn well that bitch doesn't move around for fun.

Another sigh was held back, realizing she didn’t and wouldn’t ever get anything out of his class. Discipline, control, connecting with her body beyond merely existing in it—these never reached her. The thought crossed his mind that he could teach her some of the essentials, let her set goals and tell her how to meet them. He’d never put her in the ring, but that wasn't necessary, nor would it ever be relevant to her. Then again, it didn’t technically matter; or it wasn’t supposed to, at least. But the idea of his mate being so detached and distant from such an integral part of himself put a dull ache in his chest.

This shit is so stupid.

"Alright," he exhaled, feeling some of that exhaustion creep back in. "C'mon, girl."

Kyo led them out through the bathroom with Akku right on his heels, only briefly stopping in the bedroom to put his watch back on and tie up his hair. The smell almost had him coughing, even his omega lifted her hand to rub her nose. He opened the balcony door, airing out the scent of sex and sweat. If even they had reacted this poorly, he couldn’t imagine how the household staff would feel. Normally, he didn’t give a fuck about these things—he was already hesitant to let anyone in there at all—but he knew for a damn fact they didn’t get paid enough to smell that shit.

He had her sit at the kitchen island while he rummaged through the fridge. At this point, he ignored her reactions to the mundane—to him, at the very least—they’d soon be her mundane too. They were in the corner of the great room, forming a basic L style kitchen. Kyo couldn’t deny it went unused for the most part, leaving it as more of a set for a magazine cover than anything truly lived in. White marble countertops, slate black cabinets, gold fixtures, and a generous set of copper pots and pans hanging above the island all contributed to the idea of a perfect life. Though he had found that ‘perfect’ was just another way to say expensive.

They were running late, having fucked through breakfast, so Kyo only pulled out a few things for protein shakes. Not that there was much else he could have made—he rarely ever ate here. On any other weekend, he would have been on campus by now, getting a head start on the upcoming week. There was always something that came up that required his attention away from the office, making overtime necessary. More often than not, it was just some brat that needed to be put in their place.

Kyo briefly thought back to that old fantasy of his.

“Do you like bitter things?” He turned to the omega that made that dream a nightmare. She had been watching him quite attentively, something he would need to get used to.

Why the hell am I asking? She’ll drink whatever the fuck I want her to.

"Never mind," he said just as she opened her mouth.

He gathered everything he would need on the counter next to the blender and attempted to focus on measurements. Three-fourths of a cup of milk was now a cup and a half. He used to eat the other half of the banana he didn’t need, and now he didn’t have to. Half cups of raspberries and blueberries became full cups, five ice cubes becoming ten. But the scoop of whey protein powder never left the container. It was quite harsh and chalky, something even Kyo didn’t particularly enjoy.

After mentally bashing his head in a few times, he opened the cabinet next to the fridge and grabbed a jar of organic peanut butter. Akku might have been able to get out of the mediocre serving of protein this time, but she couldn’t just drink carbs. The fat would keep her standing until they could get actual food, and Kyo would be sneaking in extra calories whenever he could with her. He stirred in the separated oil before adding two tablespoons into the mix.

It didn’t take long for the blender to smooth everything out. He poured her a glass she wouldn’t be able to finish and set it down in front of her. It was a bit too thin for his liking and a vibrant purple from the blueberries. She was a curious creature, examining the color and smell before the taste.

“Drink all of it,” Kyo mindlessly ordered before turning around to add bitterness to his portion.

They sipped in silence as he stared his omega down, though she was quite fidgety, no doubt feeling his eyes on her. He could tell her leg was bouncing, had a finger constantly tapping the glass, and of course, she never dared to meet his gaze. Her hair was still drying out, forming a few curls—clumsy, but cute. The light coming in from the windows fell warmly against her skin, against her neck, against that bruise. It wasn’t any more than a few inches, but it had bloomed bright red overnight.

Disregarding the twist in his stomach, Kyo took a deep breath.

“The orphanage.” There was nothing more that needed to be said. Akku went as still as prey, and he began to feel that same rise in fear from yesterday. “Tell me the name of it and where it is.”

Kyo would not be waiting around to see if they were looking for her, and he needed to understand exactly who, or what, he was dealing with. Her records with the university were sparse, but passable enough to not get flagged. If her skills and intelligence weren’t limited to her field of study, it wouldn’t surprise him if she had faked everything herself. Akku was either born a genius, or she was made into one. He was hoping it was the former; dealing with the people that taught her would take more work than he cared to put in. It would get handled regardless, but he wanted this transitional period in his life to be quick and clean.

Fussy little bitch tried to finish the rest of her smoothie in one go just to buy some time to think. Kyo could barely believe it.

What the actual hell?

"I don't know where it is, and it doesn't have a name," Akku answered after catching her breath from needlessly chugging down almost a third of her drink. His initial assessment was right—his mate was an idiot. Her gaze didn’t budge from the counter, and her tight hold on the glass was a poor attempt to hide the trembling in her hands. But she continued before he ordered her to do so.

“Your family…” she faintly whispered.

Kyo’s entire body tensed as he set down his glass, taking a step closer. These were words she had no business saying, people she had no business mentioning.

“Do you work with them?” For the first time, his little lamb raised her head to look him in the eyes—right into them.

“You’ll be answering my questions regardless, girl,” he warned with a darkening tone, leaning in.

“I-I just meant,” she struggled to voice, body filling with a different kind of anxiety. “Who has access to your security system here?”

“What?” He felt a bit dumb being so caught off guard, furrowing his brows as his lips parted slightly.

“Does it record video and audio on purpose?”

Kyo hadn’t ever seen her so focused, so serious—he had almost mistaken it for confidence. Even her voice was as loud and clear as it had ever been, speaking how everyone else normally did. His chest tightened as her words eased into his mind.

On purpose.

It would make it easier to monitor him if half the work was already being done. The implication was subtle, but this girl had no doubts that anyone could make up for it. Hell, even she might be capable of that. And his family—his father, she surely meant—was a highly public political figure. This either involved something criminal or had a direct connection with the government of, at the very least, this city. If this was true, and by now he knew better, then he would not be able to make any real moves until he knew more.

God damn it.

“Stay,” he commanded firmly and headed towards his office.

And she did, of course.

Kyo closed his eyes and took a deep breath once he was behind a closed door. This wasn’t something he would let himself be intimidated by, nor inconvenienced by. There were a few people he knew that could get a head start with just ‘Miyuko Tsubasa’. He would need to take his time getting direct answers from her; he might be impatient, but he wasn’t sloppy.

A few messages were sent to Andie, his head personal assistant, on his private computer. She was discreet and would know exactly what to do. Kyo was honestly unsure how many and who all worked under her; she was paid enough to take care of the details. He knew a few of them, the ones that were trusted enough to drop off food and enter his apartment, and that was usually good enough. After this was all sorted out, he’d be personally going over everything with a fine-tooth comb.

Their agenda for the day would remain unchanged. Kyo wasn’t hesitant to take her out. The safest place in the world for her was by his side, no matter where they were. And quite frankly, they had shit to do.

“Alright, let’s go,” he decided, walking back into the kitchen. There was a slight head tilt that he ignored as he reached over the counter to grab her empty cup. She was told to, but he had given her an equal portion to his, he wasn’t actually expecting her to finish it.

This kind of obedience is taught…

His head started to ache as he washed their cups out in the sink. It was going to take an annoying amount of effort to fix her blindness. Forcing down a drink that’ll give her indigestion was one thing, but he didn’t need his puppy jumping off a cliff. More importantly, he would need to train her to ignore commands from anyone other than Kyo. For bitches like her, mindlessly following orders kept them invisible enough to pass by unscathed, and in some cases—alive. Akku wasn’t just a bitch anymore, she was his bitch. It wouldn’t be enough to obey his commands, she needed to obey his protection as well.

Kyo was going to rip everything out of her that wasn’t his, everything that wasn’t him.

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Chapter 4: Drowned

Lia’s wasn't far, so Kyo had them walk. It was ridiculous to even think about, but he was going to get this girl to exercise one way or another. He was a very active man, it only made sense that the bitch by his side would be too. Akku would be the one to acclimate to his life, and he wasn’t going to shy away from the responsibility of ensuring that would happen. Of course, many alphas had their own ways of handling their omegas. Some kept them at home as a glorified nest-warmer, while others pretended they were both betas, equal in everything.

There weren’t many that saw the world as Kyo did. He had rarely ever seen an omega properly cared for. Those that thought taking care of a dog was easy were the same to think finding their mate was only ever a blessing. In all fairness, being a possessive alpha made everything twice as complicated and difficult; it must be nice to leave them at home all day.

Akku’s tight grip on his arm only proved his point.

Helpless girl.

Kyo wordlessly locked the door as if he wasn’t witnessing the puppy develop separation anxiety in real time. Regardless of why—and there were plenty to choose from—it didn’t matter; she’d never be away from him long enough for it to mean anything. He put his hand in his pocket, prompting Akku to hold onto him like a safety pole, and led them outside.

The city of Daijiyama was home to little over three million and on a Saturday afternoon, downtown was as busy as ever. This had never bothered Kyo. For the most part, everyone kept to themselves, prioritizing tight schedules over petty manners. No one held open doors for others or bothered to stop and pick up whatever clumsy idiot had dropped everywhere. This wasn’t to say it was peaceful here, he had seen his fair share of bitter arguments escalate into pathetic “fights” (Kyo would not be acknowledging pushing and shoving as anything real). But none of this ever reached him. Anyone with eyes knew what he wouldn’t tolerate. Never once had someone bumped into him, thinking they were more deserving of the space he took up.

And the same could not be said for Akku.

Sure, it made sense. There were two kinds of people in their world—those that moved, and those that got out of the way. She knew which one she was, they both did. Kyo was expecting her to be hyperaware of her surroundings; instead, she kept her head down as far as it could go. Their shoes had captured most of his mate’s attention, leaving him to do the rest. He seriously wouldn’t have cared if it weren’t for the absurd number of freaks that tried to walk right through her. The second time he yanked her closer, his patience had run out.

Kyo dragged her under an awning outside a café.

“Are you a fucking ghost or something?” he muttered, tilting his head down to look at her. He shouldn’t have even bothered. All his omega did was stare up at him with those damn puppy dog eyes. At first, he thought she was trembling.

It’s not that fucking cold out.

After the brief distraction of realizing she would need a winter coat soon, he sighed in defeat. “Just watch where you’re going, so people know you exist. Okay?”

Akku merely nodded before immediately lowering her gaze too far down. She seemed sensitive to correction, something he’d keep in mind for later.

“Keep your fucking chin up,” he said a bit too sternly as he took hold of her jaw, jerking her head up. Kyo let go hesitantly as she leaned further into him. His mate briefly brushed her cheek against his shirt, and he hated the feeling in his chest. So, he ignored it.

Not a block later did Akku attempt to hide behind his arm to avoid some jackass on his phone. He knew what asking for it looked like, and this wasn’t it. There was something about her that begged anyone and everyone to walk all over her. This went past just being an omega—she was inherently and entirely submissive. Kyo wouldn’t be changing that, it’s what made her nearly perfect. But people only got away with that shit because she used to be alone, all by herself. She wasn’t now, and he would make sure no one saw her without understanding who was right fucking behind her.

“Alright, c’mon,” he said with a gentle voice as he shook her off his arm. As he suspected, those big brown eyes of hers were quick to hold tears. Once she realized that, Akku hung her head low, getting lost in the concrete they stood on.

Kyo managed to take a deep breath instead of rolling his eyes and then draped his arm around her shoulder. It was a little annoying he couldn’t rest his full weight on her, but if it meant no more interruptions, then he didn’t care. Her arm naturally wrapped around his back and grabbed a small handful of his shirt to hang onto. The blush across the bridge of her nose was a bit too charming.

Shy girl.

Kyo didn’t mind the short leash. It was more soothing to have her constantly pressed against him than he’d ever admit. The rest of their walk was without incident. He navigated the crowds with ease—the way he had always done. Barely ten minutes of Akku’s invisibility was enough to give him a migraine, he couldn’t fucking stand it. And she thought nothing of it. It wasn’t odd or surprising for her to experience that. He briefly wondered if it was on purpose to live unseen, unheard. But after this morning, this was likely something she was taught.

None of this mattered, however. Kyo was here.

 

Rather than a traditional store, Lia’s was more of a studio, hiding away in one of the many skyscrapers in the city. The building’s lobby had Akku’s mouth open in complete wonder. The ceiling was ten stories up, and anywhere that had windows for walls was impressive, supposedly. His omega was mostly interested in the art installation that seemed to float above them in the air. A few dozen blown glass spheres hung like ornaments, each one somehow a different color from the rest. In the center of everything was a bright red bulb, a few meters long. Catching on the sun, it stained the room in a hazy hue.

While Kyo couldn’t fault her for the enchantment she fell under, he ended up dragging her away. Akku was fussy about the simplest of things, hesitant of the metal detectors, eyes darting all over the place. If she was trying to assess any nearby threats, she wasn’t looking in the right places, in the right way.

How is she even alive right now?

The glass elevator was, of course, a treat for Akku. Her attention left his arm in favor of the window, watching the sculpture in earnest as they rose higher and higher. Kyo’s omega had a habit of finding anything and everything interesting, staring in complete wonder at what he had never bothered to look twice at.

“C’mon.” His arm reached across her, separating her from the window as he tugged on her waist. He didn’t need to do anything more for his mate to cling to him again. She didn’t need to, it wasn’t busy on this floor, but he didn’t particularly mind. Lia’s was straight ahead at the end of the hall, and Akku did her best to peek into every open door and window as they made their way over.

It was a relatively small space with no more than ten racks sparsely laid out. The back wall was mostly made up of white arch windows, bathing the space in an abundance of natural light. It complimented the light wooden flooring and simplistic style of the store and the pieces they produced. Kyo came to Lia’s on the rare occasion he needed something new to wear. Everything they made was cut in the appropriate way with the appropriate cloth, nothing more and nothing less than necessary.

Part of him was worried she’d be too indifferent, leaving him to pick shit out like a god damn mother. But his omega didn’t seem to mind looking around, doing her little investigations. Kyo followed a few paces behind, overly aware of every single person in the room, what they were doing and how close they were doing it. Only three attendants were present; one was sorting through one of the racks while another cleaned, leaving the last of them on standby for any comments or concerns neither of them would bother expressing.

He had rented the store for a few hours, unwilling to take any chances on who would be walking in and out of the front door. No way in hell was he going to let his newly mated omega strip half naked in even a semi-public place; he even made sure the dressing room was an actual room with an actual lock.

A few minutes in, Kyo caught her searching for a tag on one of the plainest blouses they had here, as close to a black t-shirt as a place like this could have.

“Nothing here’s gonna have a price tag on it.”

Akku flinched, startled despite the quiet voice he kept.

Did she fucking forget I was here or something?

His eyes narrowed as she mouthed something. ‘Size?’ she maybe tried to say.

"They're all tailored." He felt a little bad for the smile and slight chuckle he couldn't keep to himself. "That's just the model piece," he explained, gesturing with his eyes to the shirt, making hers follow. "They'll take your measurements and send them back to the apartment later tonight." He left out the fact that they’d actually be delivered to his team first to inspect, and then they’d be hung up in the closet once cleared.

The little pout was subtle, but Akku nodded her head anyway and resumed her search. There was a lot he didn't explicitly tell her because she was typically able to deduce the answer well enough on her own. He didn't have to explain that they were mates—hearing the words 'possessive alpha' told her absolutely everything she needed to understand that she was his now, completely. There was no disobeying, she was not to question him, and she would be doing as she was told. But it wasn’t likely she had heard of anything other than tuxedos getting tailored.

It was hard to know which things would stump the clever girl, but they had all been amusing so far.

 

“It’s too s-small,” Akku mumbled as silently as she could, sticking her head out shyly from the dressing room curtain.

Kyo begrudgingly turned his attention away from his phone. It wasn’t by any means fun to go through student assessments on a Saturday afternoon, but they wouldn’t be stopping by the office today.

“It’s the same size as the rest,” he replied in a flat voice. They had put out all of their medium pieces so they could size it down to fit the petite little bitch that was his mate. It was a bit annoying considering he’d have to get them all adjusted again once she started to gain weight, but he had a feeling she wouldn’t make it easy, so he had some time.

He stood up from the somewhat comfortable ottoman before making his way over. The changing room had just enough space for someone like Kyo to sit by the locked door while his omega tried on everything behind a curtain. He let her use it so she didn’t whine and fuss about being embarrassed, but mostly so his cock behaved.

There were an excessive amount of mirrors and one side table with a pathetic spread of stale crackers and room temperature mineral water. The rack of clothes made the space a bit cramped, but the frosted windows on the back wall helped open it up. What Akku picked out only filled a fourth of it, so he had an attendant fill in the rest with pieces she’d never dare grab herself—which was anything that didn’t completely hide her body.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Kyo frowned as he pushed back the curtain. “Is it tight, or pinch anywhere?” He ushered his blushing red girl in front of the mirror to rake his eyes over her.

“I mean, n-not really.”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes at the subtle pouting, picking at her hands, kicking at her own foot with her head hung low.

The offending garb was a black cocktail dress, as simple and classic as it could get. It hugged her body quite nicely, leaving nothing between her skin and fabric. It fell halfway down her thighs and left her chest covered enough that he was willing to allow her to wear it in front of others. But he could practically feel his pupils expanding at the sight of the thin straps and low neckline, showing off her mark, daring him to litter her skin with bruises and bites.

Standing behind her, his hands naturally gravitated towards her hips. She had just a little bit of curve, complimenting her thin waist—and she’d get thicker after she gained some weight.

Fuck.

“Hey, w-wait—”

Of course he didn’t.

Kyo tightened his grip, getting her to wince. A low groan settled in his throat as he rubbed her hips, her soft thighs. And then his hands wandered up. Akku whined feeling his hands gently stroke her belly, and a small smile formed at her blush. One day, he’d mark her, make her swell with his pups, leaving her heavy and full.

“Shit, baby,” he exhaled, bending his head down to her neck.

“Wait, pl—” She got cut off by the cute little gasp she made as just his lips grazed her mark.

He kissed her skin with a quiet moan, making her squirm in his embrace. And then she let out that sweet whine of hers when he cupped her breasts, involuntarily rolling her head back and to the side. An invitation to lick and suck on her neck. Everything about her was so consumable. His omega made an endless amount of little whimpers and mews as he pinched her nipples, roughly grinding against her ass. If he wanted to push her over and fuck her to tears, he could. It would be so easy.

Kyo had complained about the constant lust he’d been cursed with, but Akku made drowning feel so natural, so inviting and warm. When he held her, there were no deadlines or needless demands, no crowds or questions. There was just her intoxicating scent, her heat, her light, and most importantly—his belt.

Mine. You’re all fucking mine.

“God, my nasty little bitch,” he rasped. “Shit—”

Two knocks on the door had a deep growl form in his chest and rapidly brought him back up to the surface. He couldn’t help but lick up the length of her neck once more before backing off. Akku accidentally let out a breathy moan, and he chuckled when her hands flew up to her face to cover her mouth, doe eyes wide, soft cheeks pink.

He let out a brief hiss as he readjusted himself as he walked over to the other side of the room. When she closed the curtain, he cracked the door open.

“What?”

“Uh, sir. We, um. We need the r-room,” one of the attendants nervously voiced. She might have been even shorter than Akku and definitely wasn’t looking at him.

He sighed checking his watch; it was well past three. The image of his omega’s pouting face and the full stack of clothes he was going to buy were convincing to not make a fuss and leave—but honestly, his aching cock made the decision. There wasn’t any way he was going to last without bending her over.

“Five minutes,” he stated, and shut the door. They weren’t done, but now that they had her measurements, trying it on was more of a formality than anything else. She had enough daily clothes to get her through the week, at the very least. Unsurprisingly, she wasn’t overly fond of anything with a skirt. But it wouldn’t take long for her to see what an inconvenience pants were, a lesson he’d let her learn the hard way.

“Alright, girl,” he called out. “Let’s go.”

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Chapter 5: Pleased

“Sit.”

Akku obeyed, lowering herself to the floor by his feet as he worked. Kyo had wanted to use his office, but he decided that wasn’t a room his omega was allowed to be in. Until he felt comfortable leaving her on her own, even in the same apartment, they would sit in the living room on the couch. Or at least, he would. It made sense to keep his bitch by his feet—always in sight, never in the way. Not that it mattered, but the rug seemed soft enough to just keep her there.

As expected, Akku made no complaints, no puppy dog eyes or pouting she pretended to hide. She ate and drank what he told her to, dutifully finishing her dinner and the water he gave her. Every hour or so, Kyo would refill her glass, making sure she was properly hydrated. The only time he couldn't see her was when he gave her permission to go to the bathroom. And, of course, she was more than willing to resettle by his legs, like an actual bitch.

It was good that she was content to be like this, content in her place in his world.

Her only world.

They seemed to settle after eating. Once Kyo fell into that trance, it was effortless to spend hour and hours working. Only half of the students that failed their first month’s assessment came him for help, so he made sure to set aside every name that failed and didn’t care. It wasn’t something he could personally blame them for, but it was a choice they made. There were some that were able to improve on their own and that was more than okay with Kyo. Others needed tutoring, like his mate, for a frustrating example.

Feeling the slight pressure she put on his leg as she slowly relaxed into him made it difficult to care at all. He lightly pet Akku’s head and she melted from his touch. It was satisfying how sensitive she really was, amusing to see her cum from a few good rubs. Some alphas limited the number of orgasms their omegas had. Kyo wouldn’t be keeping count, but it was a good reward for a bitch and would encourage her to beg for treats, beg for him.

As the sky dulled into a hazy pink, Akku’s attention had shifted towards the windows. It had been a big day for them, their very first. He went back and forth over and over in his mind, debating just for the sake of it. With a sigh, he closed his laptop. There was more to be done, as always, but even as he had planned to work tomorrow as well, it wasn’t common for him to put things off. Today was different, he argued to absolutely no one but himself.

Kyo stood up to stretch out all the tension that had coiled in his body.

It had been such a long time, he had nearly forgotten where they were. A small wooden box was brought out with him onto the balcony, along with his omega, of course. If Akku had a tail, she’d be wagging it nonstop. He could just feel her eyes on him.

“Go on,” he muttered, refusing to even look at her. As he thought, the puppy was quick to explore absolutely everywhere she could outside. Kyo had started to feel his body as he set down his cigars onto the side table. The metal lighter made an unpleasant noise against the glass top, but he tuned it out as he set his chair to only slightly recline.

He sat down with a sigh before snipping off the end and lighting it. That first drag had his head tilted back to rest against the cushion, leaving him to watch the smoke disappear above him.

Fuck, this feels nice.

Akku never sat down and never stayed in the same spot for more than a few minutes. The balcony was bigger than it needed to be, he’ll admit. Kyo had an outdoor rug laid out, a few recliners, and an overarching umbrella. It was there to supposedly provide shade, though it was never positioned correctly and he hadn’t bothered to fix it after all these years. Just as he rarely ate at home, he was even less inclined to dig out his cigars, the only reason he ever came out here.

Kyo’s eyes lazily followed his omega around as he smoked, winding down for the night. She was able to see in every direction but east, so it took her some time to take everything in. There wasn't anything blocking the view of the bay or the sunset; though she had taken an interest in the empty flower beds lining the walls. The city could probably keep her entertained for hours, especially as it grew darker and darker. She seemed to like watching the traffic down below, with all the flickering lights moving in a chaotic rhythm.

He didn’t plan on coming out here any more often than he had before, leaving him to wonder if his mate would stay this overly excited every time she got the chance to come out here. It had been exhausting to even just witness the endless well of curiosity and questions she had for anything she laid eyes on—he couldn’t imagine she’d be able to keep it up once she got used to it all. There wasn’t any reason to be bothered by that, so he decided he wasn’t.

Kyo had only gone through half of his cigar when he noticed Akku slowing down. Her gaze and attention still wandered, but she kept to one spot. From this far away, she looked unbearably small and fragile. A debate ran through his mind as he fought the urge to walk up behind her, wrap around her, shield from everything he could. It didn’t seem right that others could freely see her. She was just his, she wasn’t here for anyone else.

I’m fucking insane.

The pressure in his head didn’t get a chance to build as he saw Akku turn around. Kyo thought he’d have to drag her back inside, but it made him uneasy that he wouldn’t have to. Her outside time seemed to wear her down a bit, something he'd keep in mind for later.

"C'mere." He patted his lap, seeing her stare at the concrete by his feet. His omega was more hesitant and unsure than he liked and moved slowly. But she didn't sit on one of his legs like he thought she would have—no, she straddled his lap and curled her arms around his neck.

Oh.

Kyo snuffed out his cigar and held her close.

"Hey, baby," he breathed, rubbing circles against her back while his other hand kept a tight grip around her waist. Akku let out a small whine as she nuzzled into his neck, hiding in him as best she could. He could feel himself relax, closing his eyes, slouching back just a little.

What’s wrong, girl? What do you see that I don’t?

Everything in him but his blood stilled when she placed a little kiss on his neck. And then another. His mind emptied, overly sensitive to just the feel of her on him.

"Fuck," he sighed, tilting his head back as she explored his skin. His omega rubbed her cheek against his throat—she was mixing their scents. It satisfied some of the most prominent, primal urges he had struggled with as an alpha. He felt like an idiot for not recognizing it, the way she placed her own subtle marking on his arm earlier that day in the street. Not all omegas did that. While rare and unspoken, it was possible for alphas to be rejected by their mates even after marking. But Akku was here. She may not have understood why she did it—if she even realized at all—but she was here with him.

Kyo held her closer, silently wanting this until he died.

My omega…

A light groan settled in his throat when she began to rub his shoulders much too gently. Soft, delicate hands worked their way up his neck as she hesitantly kissed his skin. Kyo couldn’t fucking take it anymore, feeling her tongue lap at his jaw. It was effortless to thread his fingers through her hair; he grabbed a fistful at the back of her head and pulled. She yelped in pain so pleasantly.

And then he kissed his needy—and apparently horny—bitch, mindlessly moaning into her mouth. Her whining as he felt up her ass got him stiff, and he couldn’t help but push her body against his. He hummed as their tongues met, amused at her squirming.

"You need something, baby girl?" Kyo deepened his voice, pulling back to force eye contact. She was blushing everywhere she could be, from the bridge of her nose to the tips of her ears, it had even spread down her neck. Her heavy breathing made his heart race, looking at him with teary doe eyes.

"Need your k-knot," Akku mewed as her gaze shifted towards his lips.

"Then come get it, bitch," he growled and bit her lip too eagerly, drawing blood too easily. But he didn’t care, feeling every wince and hiss from his omega deep in his belly, between his legs.

This girl is gonna be the absolute fucking death of me.

She started rolling her hips against him, rubbing her already ruined panties against his throbbing cock through his pants. He couldn’t stand it and reached under her dress to roughly stroke her thighs. Spread for him, sensitive and soft, whimpering into every frantic kiss they shared.

"God, that's it, baby. That's it." He moaned when she unclipped his belt without hesitation. “Mm, my little slut,” he mumbled under his breath, overly pleased and satisfied feeling Akku unzip his pants, grabbing at the waistband of his briefs with a starving need.

One hand held her hip, following every motion she made, while the other slipped past her underwear. Kyo nearly gasped feeling her drip on him.

"Ah, please!" Akku whined, grinding against just one of his fingers.

Jesus fucking christ.

"Cum for me, girl," he commanded in a daze, rubbing her slicked up, sensitive cunt.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck," she whimpered, riding his hand until she couldn't take it anymore. She buried her head in his chest, attempting to muffle the painful moans she cried out as she came.

"Mmm, such a good girl for me, aren't you?" he crooned without giving her a break, still stroking between trembling legs. "Yes. Yes, you are," he whispered into a kiss on the top of her head, hearing her let out a pathetic and weak sob.

Kyo moved his hand back slowly, enjoying every wince and whine she gave him at the same time.

"C'mere." He smiled as she lifted her head, panting like she just ran a mile. "Yes, that's it. There you go, baby."

She opened her mouth on instinct and sucked and licked her slick off his fingers.

I wonder…

Kyo supported the back of her head as he slowly pumped two fingers between her lips, going deeper and deeper each time he pet her tongue.

“Mm, a-ah,” his omega sobbed, clutching onto his shirt as he felt for her throat. Her eyes widened, body panicking.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay, baby.” He used soft words in a soft tone as she gagged on him for the very first time. A wicked grin grew on his face as she struggled to breathe again once he let up, chest heaving in terror. He let her hide in his shirt. “You’ll get used to it, won’t you?”

It really didn’t matter, so Kyo didn’t bother to wait for a reply. Before Akku, he was forced to find all the pleasure he needed in the throats of faceless, nameless bitches. But he had grown fond of having a little desk pet, something that would suck on him when work was particularly boring.

They fell into a slower rhythm as he stole her mouth, licking at her lips, her tongue. Her hands went through his hair; she took out his hair tie, but he didn’t mind, it felt good, so he let her. He groaned and nipped at her lip when she lightly scratched his scalp. Every small touch and movement felt different when it came from his mate. She was downright intoxicating—and all she had to do was simply be there.

“Fuck, c’mere.”

Kyo cupped that tight little ass of her in his hands, not needing to do anything else for her to understand what he wanted. Akku softly whined as she lifted herself up. He hooked a finger on soaked fabric and shuddered at how slick she had gotten. It felt good. It felt so fucking good on his cock. His mate was so warm, tight as she clenched in pain, still not used to the stretch.

He threw his head back as she settled, taking deep breaths. They belonged together like this. It was amusing to hear every small gasp she tried to hold back—his omega was feeling her alpha’s cock twitch for her. He was supposed to, so he did.

Akku didn't need to know anything or have any experience to ride him. Everything was instinctual, natural. Their bodies couldn't connect in a way that didn't feel good. And he savored it, every last second of it. He guided her hips as she kept a tight grip on his hair.

"Yes, yes. That's it, girl. Just like that," he exhaled, smiling into their next kiss. She let out an adorable little hum hearing his praise. It was satisfying in way he could feel in his chest.

Pleased. I pleased her.

Kyo couldn't get enough, whispering sweet nothings in between soft kisses, and she tightened around him every single time.

"Ah, I..."

A nasty grin spread across his face, realizing she was genuinely getting off on his voice, his small encouragements.

"C'mon, baby." He kissed her a bit deeper, a bit rougher.

"P-please?" she whined, speeding up all on her own.

"Shit," he hissed under his breath. "Yes. C'mon. Be good for me," he breathed, moaning into another kiss. "Cum on my cock, baby girl."

"I'll be g-good," she panted. "Y-yes, good. Good for y-you."

Kyo hummed in content as he began thrusting up into that tight little cunt of hers. The faint pain from her pulling on his hair had him groaning. "Fuck. Yes, yes."

"Kyo!”

Oh, shit!

"Fucking hell, bitch," he growled into her mouth as she clenched around his thickening knot. "God, yes!"

Never once had he ever cum because a girl cried out his name in complete bliss. But he did. Akku sung his name and he grunted through every spurt of cum he shot up into her. He found himself pushing down on her hips, trying to cum as deep inside her as he could. It was highly unlikely to conceive outside of a heat, so he let his instincts run wild. All his body wanted to do was pump her full of his cum until she fell pregnant with his pups. She’d grow round because of him. A pathetic little whimper escaped from him at the idea of a successful mate.

But Akku was quick to bring him back.

They were both panting like morons, unable to breathe and unable to stop kissing. She let out soft whines as he felt up her ass, obsessed with feeling her skin, dying to touch every part of her he could.

You're mine. Just mine. Only me.

Kyo couldn't be sure what made her seek out her alpha like this. Part of it was wanting to, feeling that inherent lust for her mate. But there was something else. Whatever it was, he'd deal with it eventually. All that really mattered was, at the end of the day, she'd always be able to come to him because he'd always be there. She'll never need him and not have him. And it was his job to make sure of that.

Wait. Is it? It is, right?

Once again, Kyo ignored himself in favor of the drowsy, overly affectionate girl in his lap. Slowly licking at her mark made her go down easy. It had kept her restless and needy every other time he so much as looked at it. That was fine, he had plenty of time to experiment with his omega.

Akku clung to him, hiding in his neck while he pet her hair, rubbed her back. She would mumble something every now and then, but he didn’t put in any effort to hear her. Maybe he’d be able to understand her one day, but for now, they were doing just fine.

 

“The fuck you doin’, girl?”

“Want,” Akku pouted, grazing her teeth against his throat.

Kyo was left unsettled by his omega’s movements. She seemed more than happy to take a little cat nap with his knot tucked up inside her, but once it came down, that stupid fucking bitch woke up. It was subtle at first, only getting a little squirmy. And then her hips formed a rhythm, slow and steady.

“God,” he groaned in frustration, holding her back by her waist. His dumb cock was already getting hard again, but that fatigue came back just as strong. This behavior was sharp, controlled; she knew how to grind on him, where to lick, when to whine.

“Wet, wet,” she pleaded, feeling up his shoulders and his chest.

“Ah, f—” Kyo stopped himself from gasping as her palms rubbed over his nipples. And she listened, of course she did. He puffed out his chest without wanting to, whining from how overstimulated he was getting.

Oh, dear lord. Fuck, what is this?

“Hey—” It was a mistake to make eye contact. That bitch had him moaning into her mouth in an instant, feeling her up instead of holding her down. Before he knew it, he had them on the floor with her back against the rug.

“Is this what you fucking want? Huh!?” Kyo kept a tight grip around her neck as he pounded into his crying little slut. Her eyes rolled back in her head, moaning with every rough thrust.

She’s getting off, isn’t she?

Frustrated beyond belief, he growled when he pulled out and ignored whatever high-pitched yelp or cry she made when he flipped her onto her belly. Eager for him, her hips raised all on their own.

“Pl—”

He bottomed out in the first thrust and didn’t stop. Bending over, he easily set his hand down past her shoulder and found her neck again with the other.

“God,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he slammed his hips into her as hard as he could. “Fuck, yes.”

Kyo had never been brought down to such a primal level before, he had no idea what was happening. All he could do was fuck his bitch. He didn’t give a fuck how loud they were, he didn’t give a fuck how they were outside. No, his entire being was reduced to just the need to cum.

Cum in her.

Cum in Akku.

“I will. I will. I will.” He mindless chanted into the back of her neck. “You’re mine. Mine. Mine!”

Blood coated his tongue and he opened his eyes.

Akku was in tears underneath him, taking his knot and his teeth. Her hair clung to her forehead and her neck, sweating an insane amount.

“Fuck…” Kyo whispered in defeat, hanging his head low. He didn’t need to look at her, the small whimper was enough to tell him to lick her wound. So, he did.

Everything ached as his mind slowly came back to him, feeling every overused muscle and slight movement he made with his hips. He covered her as much as he could, hiding her away from everything. Every taste was long and languid, drawn out in a haze.

“I’m… s-sorry.”

Kyo raised his head just enough to look at her neck. Like before, she wasn’t bleeding—

“I don’t know what’s happening.”

“What?” The fear in her voice cleared the fog in his head. He needed to get his shit together. “What do you mean?”

“It hurts,” his omega quietly whined just before burying her face in the crook of his arm.

Kyo instinctually scented her neck, eyes growing wide immediately.

No…

His heart raced as he took his time taking in her scent. It shouldn’t be able to change so quickly, so severely.

“Akku,” he called to her without breath, drawing her attention.

“Wh—?”

“Are you in fucking heat?”

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