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Yuuta had presented late, stunted by the trauma of his youth, so it was perhaps for this reason that he was oddly submissive for an alpha. Having grown up surrounded by them in the Zen’in clan, Maki had thought all alphas were the same: dominant, brutish, selfish, hot-blooded, arrogant. Her own father had been a beta, hence his inability to become the head of the clan, her mother a beta as well since an omega would’ve been shamefully used, but Maki was still a failure three times over.
Little to no curse energy, a girl, and, even worse, she’d abruptly presented as an omega a few months past her thirteenth birthday, a year after Mai.
She had thought, smothered by the stench of an alpha’s powerful scent and yanked about in their tight grips, that she knew everything about alphas and that she hated them. She’d promised not only herself but also Mai that she would never allow an alpha to fuck her, much less claim her, no matter how brutal and painful the heats could be. Whenever one came over her, seemingly out of nowhere, she’d fight through it, sweating and sobbing and beating it out until the horrible feeling passed a day or two later.
And then, the day after the Night Parade of 100 Demons, Maki was struck by the sudden change in Yuuta, realizing that the boy they’d all assumed was a beta, was most definitely an alpha.
However, unlike the smells of all the previous alphas she’d been surrounded by, even Gojo, his scent was…calming. She didn’t want to say it was pleasant, but she didn’t mind it. In fact, she didn’t mind a lot of things about Yuuta, who had slowly begun to settle into his new role. Perhaps a small part of her had been worried that he would start to change – not only physically, his body filling out more, but his kind and loyal spirit. He could be fierce and vicious, as proven by his savage fight against Geto, but he was sweet too. She didn’t want that to fade.
It hadn’t. If anything, it had gotten somewhat worse, not that she was complaining, especially right now, even if she tried not to seem like a total pushover omega.
Squirming in bed, Maki shifted against the solid body beside her, her heart fluttering at the sensation of lips pressing against her neck. “Yuuta,” she hissed, doing her best to not allow her body to betray her.
Easier said than done.
“Hm?” Yuuta barely managed to get the sound out, his focus solely on her as he woke up. They definitely should not be sharing a bed like this while at school, but he’d come back to campus late last night from a mission and had shown up at her dorm, almost like he hadn’t even realized where he was going until she opened the door.
They hadn’t done much except make out for a little, Yuuta swallowing any needy sounds she made with his lips on hers, until finally, they’d fallen asleep around three in the morning. It was nearing ten now, far too late to still be in bed, even on the weekend, especially considering that he wasn’t supposed to be in her bed. After he’d presented as an alpha, they’d been forced to lay down some fairly strict rules to ensure her safety and his own sanity.
Alphas like Gojo and Yaga could easily restrain themselves even when Maki fell into a heat, but Yuuta, completely new to such feelings and sensations, wouldn’t have been able to control himself. Shoko monitored her carefully, making sure a heat never came on without warning, and Gojo could pick up on a rut before it happened, so Yuuta was sent away both times to ensure nothing would happen.
Maki missed him terribly each time, although she would never say it out loud. That sounded like some omega bullshit, and she refused to accept such a stupid, illogical fate.
That didn’t stop her from melting a little when Yuuta began to lick at her neck.
It was a bad habit he’d picked up not long after presenting, nuzzling against her neck, rubbing his nose over her scent glands, one day growing bold enough to kiss the spot. She’d shuddered so violently that her knees had buckled, but he’d caught her, hands on her hips holding her up, as he kissed and sucked on the spot over her scent glands. He never bit down, careful to keep his teeth away from the vulnerable skin, but it felt desperately good regardless. She shouldn’t have let him keep doing it, but it was hard not to indulge him when he was so gentle, so unlike every alpha she’d known.
This wasn’t typical alpha behavior – it couldn’t be – and yet Maki knew from his scent that he was undoubtedly one, her body responding to his touch every time.
“You need to get up,” Maki told him, fighting the urge to moan.
“Maki,” he murmured reverently, his breath hot on her skin.
She shivered with pleasure, especially when Yuuta rolled onto his side to press himself against her and rested his hand on her stomach where her tank top had risen. He had calluses on his palm from his rigorous sword training, never stopping to improve himself, trying his best to prove that he was worthy of her. It still shook her to think back to when he’d told her that. Worthy of her, as if he was the one that had to be claimed.
His tongue dragged up her neck, lathing over her scent glands, and he sucked, soft but insistent enough that she knew he’d leave a mark. She should definitely stop him from doing that, especially when it led to distraction for the rest of the day. His eyes would find his way to the light bruise, zeroed in on her, and the nervous boy with a bright and awkward beam was gone. She would catch his scent flaring unintentionally, mixed in with his unusual and pervasive curse energy, unable to meet his gaze without flushing and glaring.
“You smell so good,” Yuuta mumbled against her neck. “So warm.”
His hand traveled further up her stomach, bunching the material of her tank top right under her breasts. Her breath hitched in her throat, feeling like she was right on the edge of something dangerous, only for a moan to escape her when he pushed the tank top up so he could palm one of her tits. His gentle squeeze of his hand and then a thumb on her nipple, combined with the way he was lavishing her scent glands with attention, sent a bolt of pleasure through her body.
She was also acutely aware of the hard press of his dick as he rubbed himself against her thigh. She didn’t think he was entirely conscious of what he was doing and its effect on her, his hips mindlessly moving in an attempt to get some friction as he touched and kissed her. It was impossible for her to forget about it though, her cunt fluttering and growing wetter at just the feeling of him rutting against her.
After all, for all their making out and his near-obsession with her neck and scent, they’d never had sex. Sometimes, Maki thought she might want him to fuck her more than he did, which was ridiculous since he was an alpha. The two years before she’d escaped to Jujutsu High had been miserable, any alpha in the Zen’in clan wolfishly hunting her down whenever she was in heat or they were in a rut. She had expected Yuuta to be the same, trying his best to needle her into letting him fuck her, but he never brought it up, even if his body reacted with desire.
It felt different right now, his rutting growing more insistent, along with his sucking. She would most definitely have a lingering mark on her neck. However, when she squirmed a little, just for some friction of her own, his grip on her breast tightened and a low growl slipped out from him, the barest brush of his teeth scraping on her skin making her freeze.
Her heart beat wildly in her chest. “Are you… Are you getting close to a rut?”
Yuuta softened against her, stopping his hips, but she could still feel the tension in his touch. “Yeah.”
His tone was sheepish, even ashamed. Gojo had explained what being an alpha meant in great detail. Yuuta had come out of that private lesson particularly red-faced and shy, unable to meet Maki’s gaze for days after. He might have continued to do that had she not hunted him down, forced him to spar with her, and then demanded to know why he was acting so weird with her now after pinning him on the ground.
I don’t want to hurt you, he’d blurted, sounding pained.
Irritation had flared hotly in Maki’s but, but he hadn’t meant that he thought her weak or anything like that for being an omega. He’d explained, in stammering words, that he didn’t know if he could control himself – if he had the strength to overcome his biology when it was so foreign to him, especially because Maki’s omega scent was the first one he’d ever experienced. Even without a claiming bond between them, he’d grown attached to her because of it, and she couldn’t deny its effect on her.
“Feels nice,” Yuuta mumbled as he rubbed himself against her again, his words slightly slurred. “Can I…?” He swallowed, the sound loud in her ear. “Can I touch you?”
It wasn’t a demand. He’d asked , giving her more consideration than any other alpha combined in her life. This was a terrible idea. He might not be in a full-blown rut, not yet, but it was already starting to affect him. They could sometimes get handsy with each other, and she’d felt his hard-on more than once, but they always kept touching over their clothes, save for her neck. His scent was different, she realized belatedly, muskier, stronger, permeating the room – and he was rubbing it all over her, coating her so that his scent took over hers.
“Maki,” he breathed, his hand sliding down her stomach.
“Yes,” Maki managed in a whisper. “But don’t…don’t take my shorts off.”
She could feel Yuuta’s lips curl into a smile, and he nuzzled her neck. “Okay.”
His movements were slow as he slipped his fingers under the band of her athletic shorts. He kept his hand over her underwear, but even with the garment on, he would no doubt feel how wet she’d become for him. She was panting by the time he cupped her mound, pressing a knuckle into her clit, her hips moving instinctively as he rubbed her at a methodical, tentative pace.
Yuuta practically whined in her ear, rutting into her hip harder. “You’re already so wet.”
Maki couldn’t get a proper response out, her mouth open as she breathed heavily. She closed her eyes, but it only made everything more heightened – his touch, his scent, his sound. It invaded her mind, blocking out everything else, until he was the only thing she could think about. That was the danger of an alpha. Even without being in heat, a strong alpha could overwhelm an omega, driving them to ridiculous lengths. It was even worse for bonded omegas, sometimes turning them into mindless things if the bond was abused enough.
The threat had been hanging over her head – and Mai’s – for years, and yet she didn’t kick Yuuta away, not even when he slid his fingers into her underwear so he could touch her directly.
Pleasure shot through her body like lightning, and she arched under his hand. “Yuuta–”
“Oh,” Yuuta said, sounding dazed. “You’re soft.”
That wasn’t usually a word used to describe her. In fact, Maki had never been accused of such a thing, not even by the men in her family that had beaten her. She normally would’ve expected herself to react poorly to such a description, punch him in the gut or slap him upside the head, but as one of his long fingers sank into her, she couldn’t find it in herself to be angry. During her heats, she was forced to work furiously at her cunt on her own, getting herself off on her fingers and even toys, anything to take off the edge of that painful and insatiable hunger just enough to survive.
It was nothing compared to the pleasure she felt now, even though two of Yuuta’s fingers couldn’t possibly fill her up as much as a toy. She craved the real thing, found her mouth watering over it, and had to swallow and press her lips together to stop herself from asking more of him. He thrusted his fingers into her, in and out, the sounds obscene. The more her hips moved in juncture with his fingers, the more intense he became, losing the gentle touch that she embarrassingly liked.
She’d thought she would hate him for getting rough with her, but she didn’t, especially when he kept his teeth to himself, never once threatening to bite down on her gland.
“Fuck, Yuuta,” Maki gasped, grasping onto his tense arm moving over her stomach. “Fuck, fuck –”
“I think about you like this during my ruts,” Yuuta admitted, his voice huskier than she’d ever heard from him. “What you’re like during your heats – how wet you are, what you taste like, if you’d want to take control or if I could…” He hummed happily, licking, licking, licking. She wished he’d nibble on her just a little. “I bet you’d make me fight for it. You’re so strong.”
Maki cried out, getting closer to that edge. “Yuuta, I need– I need–”
“I haven’t been with any other omega,” he admitted, right in her ear, the only one to hear this precious secret.
“Not even during your ruts?” Maki couldn’t help but ask.
Yuuta shook his head. “Gojo said it’s not healthy for me to ignore my needs for so long, especially since it’s been a year since I presented, but I don’t care. I keep getting omegas offered to me, just to get by, but I don’t want them. I just want you. I want you all the time.”
Maki came undone in that moment, a blinding pleasure like no other swelling over her entire body and whiting out her mind. Orgasms didn’t even feel this good when she was in heat. She had to wonder if it was due to Yuuta – his alpha scent, his unique curse energy, his adoring nature. Unlike with any alpha before, she felt safe with him, knowing that no matter how insane his ruts or her heats could make them, he would put her first.
She wanted to be his first too, she realized in that post-shock bliss as she came down from the orgasm.
“Yuuta,” she murmured, her body sinking into the bed.
He stroked her a few more times, absentmindedly more than anything, then pulled his fingers out from her underwear when she tensed from oversensitivity. She watched, lids heavy, as he brought his fingers to his mouth and lapped at them experimentally, his eyes a darker blue than ever before.
A dazed smile tugged at his lips. “You taste better than I imagined.”
If Maki hadn’t already been blushing from the orgasm, she would’ve flushed something terrible now. “Stop being such a weird alpha.”
“Can’t help it,” Yuuta said, his smile turning sheepish. “I don’t know any other omega.”
Maki frowned, thoughts turning over in her mind. “Maybe you should mess around with an omega during your next rut, just to get it out of your system. What if I…?”
What if she didn’t live up to his imagination? She would never be a good omega, too stubborn, too independent, too vicious and intense. The alphas in her family had done their best to beat her into a properly submissive omega, especially Naoya and Naobito, but it had only hardened her. Yuuta, sweet and considerate and loving as he was, deserved an omega that would treat him with the same amount of care and kindness.
Yuuta’s fingers brushed over the spot on her neck where he’d been sucking, and she knew without a mirror that he’d left a mark on her. “You could never,” he told her, knowing what she hadn’t been able to say out loud. “I’ll wait, even if you never want me to claim you.” He gave her a bashful look, so strange considering he’d been fingerfucking the shit out of her moments ago. “Can’t say I don’t think about it.”
“Is that why you suck on my neck so much?” Maki asked.
“Yeah,” Yuuta confessed. “I didn’t realize for a while, and you never said anything, but then Gojo made a comment about the bruise, and I figured it out. I can pretend you’re mine.”
Maki didn’t have the strength to tell him that she thought about it too sometimes. She had sworn on her life that she would never allow an alpha to claim her, but Yuuta wasn’t like any other alpha. In the first fifteen years of her life, she would have never expected to be this close to an alpha, much less comfortable enough to sleep in the same bed as one, when he could easily take advantage of her while she was vulnerable.
This was an uncommon relationship, she knew, one that probably wasn’t as secretive as she liked to think. There was no way they could hide this from everyone on campus, certainly not their friends, and especially other alphas and omegas around them. As a beta, Inumaki wouldn’t notice much, save for the marks and interactions, and he literally wouldn’t say anything about it either. Gojo probably knew, as loathed as she was to admit it, especially if he had pointed out the mark on her neck. He’d catch Yuuta’s scent on her too, explaining the knowing, little smiles that he gave them sometimes.
It didn’t really matter. Whatever this was, it was theirs, and Maki knew in her soul that, if anyone could break down the seals she’d set up around herself, it would be Yuuta, the boy who had changed everything in her world.