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i love you in all the ways that are not right
(but i still love you so does it not count for something)
to be the slightest bit fair to eita, kenjirou had been the one to egg her on — as it is with most things in their life together. kenjirou had looked at her with big, doleful eyes, her pretty mouth parted in a slight pout, and she’d said “won’t you give your bite to me? i want it so badly.” then she blinked slowly, her scent thickening with arousal, and tacked on in a sweet, crooning whine, “please, alpha,” and that was that.
eita’s teeth sunk into her flesh so easily, and her blood smeared like nectar around her mouth; when the intensity of their newly-formed bond finally settled in, kenjirou had leaned back with the most self-satisfied smile on her face, then pulled eita in to kiss all that blood away.
so to eita’s credit and rapidly-dwindling self-control, kenjirou had begged for her bite.
but it doesn’t explain the way eita hungers.
even after mating — or perhaps even because they had been mated — eita can’t keep her hands off kenjirou. that first week after their shared cycles had found eita clinging to kenjirou, refusing to put her omega down on the floor anywhere, setting her teeth into the grooves of that freshly-scarred bite and pressing into it until she could smell kenjirou’s slick.
it’s like she’s magnetised to kenjirou now, and the bond only amplifies it. she can feel kenjirou’s emotions through that bond, simple and close, and sometimes it even feels like they can share thoughts. it makes eita’s teeth itch, makes her want to crawl into kenjirou and fuse them together so they can never never never be apart.
it’s obsessive, eita acknowledges, because despite her recent alarming loss of self-control, she still does have her wits around her. there are instances when alphas do get territorial like how she is after mating, but that was way back when, in the days of hunters and gatherers — not corporate, tie-wearing days.
but she can’t help it. something hot deafens her sensibilities when she tries to keep some modicum of distance between them, and at any rate, kenjirou looks at her with betrayal when eita so much as goes five minutes without touching some part of her.
so maybe they’re both a little obsessive. that’s perfect, because she had been born with all of her edges carved to fix perfectly against kenjirou. that’s not the issue here.
the real problem first arises when they’re in bed and kenjirou is lowering herself down onto eita’s cock in one beautiful, shuddering whine. eita fits her hands around kenjirou’s waist and tugs her down and pure arousal sings in her veins when kenjirou sobs a little and her cunt gushes around eita, wet and sloppy and perfect.
normally, eita would have taken the opportunity to print her fingerprints in as many places as possible, or urge kenjirou to rider her faster, harder, or to grope a handful of her soft, plush tits and tease her nipples until kenjirou groaned and batted her fingers away. but today, all eita can look at is the imprint of her mark in the hollow of kenjirou’s throat, directly over her scent gland. the imperfect ring of her teeth, permanently scarred over kenjirou’s perfect, unmarred skin; the reason why she can feel kenjirou’s emotions bubbling away in their bond; the promise that kenjirou had bitten into her own scent gland as well — that they are forever.
“eita?” kenjirou murmurs, grinding down onto eita’s cock. “you’re distracted. what, don’t i feel good?”
eita growls instinctively at that with something from deep inside her, insulted by the insinuation that her omega isn’t good to her. “you’re always a distraction to me, little omega.” then she wraps an arm around kenjirou’s waist and flips them easily, smug at the way kenjirou’s breath hitches and her pussy squeezes a little tighter around her. “and don’t you feel this, sweetheart?” she thrusts in a little, carving a space out for herself in kenjirou just to hear her mate whine brokenly, shuddering in her grasp.
“of course i can feel your stupidly big cock,” kenjirou bites back, even when her cheeks are red and her forehead is dotted with sweat from how hard she was riding eita earlier. “ i’m the only one that gets it, am i not?”
“only you,” eita says, leaning down to kiss kenjirou’s mating mark first, then plants a trail of kisses up kenjirou’s neck to her mouth. “everything i have is only always for you.”
whatever kenjirou wanted to reply with melts away when eita backs up a little and starts fucking into kenjirou properly, already feeling her knot swelling and teasing at kenjirou’s entrance. all kenjirou can moan is for her knot, and eita is helpless to her omega’s whims, as she always is. her knot catches almost immediately, and she has the privilege of watching and feeling kenjirou sob and moan in her arms, coming so hard she throws her head back and reveals the long, lovely line of her neck to eita’s predatory gaze, arms hooked around eita’s shoulders.
so eita takes the offering. bites dark bruises in a column along kenjirou’s neck and shoulders, and bites lightly over the scent glands at kenjirou’s wrist for good measure. makes sure that kenjirou will smell of her only after this; that everyone who ever lays eyes on kenjirou will know that this perfect, snarky, gorgeous woman is hers.
“gonna bite me there too?” kenjirou breathes out, coming down from her high. her eyes are dazed, but trained on how eita mouths over at her wrists, laving over them until even these glands that weren’t that sensitive were starting to swell as well. “quite the possessive alpha, aren’t you?”
the phantom feeling of pheromones dripping down her canines jolts eita away from kenjirou’s wrists, and she passes a discreet hand over her mouth to feel in her mouth, trying to make sure she isn’t actually chomping at the bit to put another mark on kenjirou. “don’t be silly,” eita says instead, and hooks kenjirou’s arms around her neck. “i’ve already put my mark on you.”
kenjirou leans up to kiss her — chaste and sweet and unlike whatever they’ve been doing for the past hour — and says what will be the death of eita. “well, i don’t mind more. i want as many marks as you can give me.”
eita snorts, and noses at the space behind kenjirou’s ear, kissing where she knows kenjirou is sensitive. “and you say i’m obsessive? you’re getting a little greedy here, sweetheart.”
“you can’t blame me,” kenjirou says, her voice like a siren call straight into eita’s ear. “i’ve wanted you for so very long.”
♡ — ♡
it’s like eita has fucking worms for brains after that. she’s embarrassed of the way she had acted — that she had entertained the thought of biting and scarring over kenjirou’s other scent glands, unsatisfied with just the one at her throat even though that’s already bonded them — but more than that, she can’t stop thinking of the way kenjirou had responded to her. that she had smiled prettily and kissed her and said that she wanted all of it.
eita doesn’t think kenjirou should want all of — this. all of eita, at least. she thinks if she began to explain the way she wants kenjirou, the way she hungers and desires and needs kenjirou, then her mate might not be her mate any longer. she loves too much and too deeply and it’s probably all a bit fucked up in her because she’s never learned to untangle passion from love and she thinks she would kill for kenjirou but she knows she is living now because of kenjirou.
so she can’t — musn’t act on these… urges. they’ll pass, she’s sure, and they’ll never have reason to bring it up again. she’s more than satisfied with the mark on kenjirou’s neck, and as she rubs a hand over her own mark, the one that kenjirou had left in the hollow of her throat, she feels her nerves settle a bit. yes, of course, all of this was just stemming from their fresh bond, and this would be the peak of her obsession. kenjirou is permanently and irreversibly bound to her, just as she is to kenjirou.
eita leaves her own musings at that.
but kenjirou doesn’t seem to get onboard with the agenda.
it’s been a month since they mated, and their life is back to normality now. they go off to work early and come back late due to overtime; they make the best of their time together in the nights and have a meal pressed so close to each other that it’s inconvenient but they don’t move; they sleep in on the weekends and kenjirou brings back treats from the bakery every saturday and eita brings back flowers every sunday. they do their laundry together and scent everything so it smells like them and eita teases kenjirou into dancing round their dining table at every chance she can get.
it’s perfect. it’s everything eita could ever want, and she knows it’s the same for kenjirou, can feel that happiness shimmering in their bond. they are living the future they once only tentatively dreamed of.
and kenjirou waves her wrists in front of kenjirou every morning before work for eita to scent and nose at, and pushes eita’s mouth against the scent glands in her inner thighs whenever they fall into bed together. she seems intent on remembering that one conversion from weeks ago, but words fail eita every time it happens. she thinks about the way her love burns so fiercely that it might hurt kenjirou, and she hesitates.
she can’t lose kenjirou. she can’t.
it goes on for weeks after that. kenjirou brings eita within biting distance of any one of her unclaimed scent glands, and eita’s fangs will itch and drip with pheromones, but she kisses over these glands chastely and instead sets about fucking kenjirou so well into the bed that the subject is forgotten entirely.
she doesn’t address the darkness that burns and burns and burns until one day kenjirou comes back from the hospital smelling like not her and she drops into a blur, scenting over kenjirou so aggressively that when she resurfaces kenjirou smells just like her, every trace of her own lemony sweet scent completely eclipsed by eita’s, smoky at the edges. kenjirou doesn’t even bat an eye at her actions, just lets eita at it until she’s satisfied, and then she kisses eita deeply when she’s done, like she can’t help herself.
it’s inevitable, the way they end up in bed. they barely give themselves any time to wash up before they’re kissing and grappling at each other’s clothes, and eita loves the way kenjirou has to lean forward on her tippy toes to kiss eita properly, hands on her shoulders to give herself the leverage she needs. she runs her hands firmly down kenjirou’s side, settling as she always does on kenjirou’s waist, but she can’t help but reach up and grasp at kenjirou’s wrist, nosing over the scent glands there, scraping her teeth over it because she can’t help herself.
“eita,” kenjirou says, and eita looks up, her voice a lighthouse to eita’s entire being. “eita, you just — why are you holding yourself back? i’ve told you ages ago that you can bite. i want you to bite.”
and so it comes to a head. kenjirou has finally brought it up again, and eita feels of all of this dark dark dark rush into her chest all it once, her canines itching to sink itself into tender, willing, flesh. slowly, she guides kenjirou to sit down on their bed, still grasping at her wrists and struggling to find a way to say everything that she’s been not thinking about for months.
“you don’t understand,” eita finally settles on, feeling all of her feelings lodged in her throat in an awful, sticky manner. “i - i love you in a way that… isn’t right. i want to have you in every conceivable way. i want - i want you to be mine only.”
kenjirou nods, and scoots over to press herself into eita’s side. “which explains the bites. but go on.”
eita swallows, and decides everything must be laid out at kenjirou’s feet. all of this love — possessive and dark and obsessive — is for kenjirou, anyway.
“i want to crawl under your skin. i want to bite all of your glands and make sure you can only stay with me. i want to be the only one who knows your scent because you’re always smelling of me. i would do anything you asked me to — but i cannot leave you. i can give you the world, but you can’t leave your place at my side.” she turns a little to look at kenjirou, heart thundering in her chest. “doesn’t that make me bad? that i want you so much i want to hide us away? isn’t this… too much?”
there’s only a split second of silence before kenjirou responds. “silly, silly, alpha,” she murmurs, moving over to sit on eita’s lap. “do you think i didn’t notice? i fell in love with you knowing fully what i was getting myself into.” she kisses eita full on the mouth, eyelashes fluttering high over her cheeks. “have you ever wondered why you weren’t getting any confessions anymore back when we were in university?”
eita blinks, a little dazed from the kiss her omega gave her. “... no?”
“that’s cause you reeked of me,” kenjirou whispers sweetly, kissing the line of eita’s jaw. “i fucking hated the way other people would look at what’s mine. bet you didn’t even notice because you were too busy being obsessed with me, and i was right. everytime you came over to mine, i’d make sure you leave smelling like me. when you helped me during my heats, i’d slick all over you so it’d stay. i kissed you all over campus because i wanted to show you off and make sure everyone knew you were mine.”
she reaches the base of eita’s neck, where her smaller omega canines had nonetheless left a permanent scar their, and she looks up at eita through her lashes, mouth pouted around a cute whine. “so, do you think you are the only one who loves too much, darling?”
it’s like something slides into place in eita’s mind. everything is clearer, all of a sudden. kenjirou — has always been so accepting of her actions, that she sometimes acts out of place and is more than what is socially acceptable for an alpha’s level of possession. but of course, it makes sense, because kenjirou is equally as possessive of her. she’d glared at every single person who had tried to approach eita when they were in high school, and when they finally got together in university, she had damned near growled when anyone so much as smiled flirtily at eita.
“if you think you’re fucked up,” kenjirou says, and her voice is nectar, “then so am i. i was born to fit against every jagged edge of you to make us perfect together. the way you love me couldn’t be any more perfect for me, darling.”
eita — just looks at her for a long second, then she cups kenjirou’s face and slides her other arm around kenjirou’s waist pressing her into the bed and kissing her thoroughly. kenjirou is always warm, but today it feels like the warmth sparks between them, and it’s so easy for her to kiss a line down kenjirou’s marked throat, teeth grazing over the lacy strap of kenjirou’s bra.
“if you’re gonna fuck me,” kenjirou says when they’ve gotten rid of their clothes, “you’ll have to bite me too. promise me — that you’ll give it to me everywhere.”
it’s just about the easiest damn promise she’ll ever make to her mate. “yes. yes, i’ll give you my bite everywhere.” like this, she can’t help herself as she positions kenjirou exactly how she wants on the bed, and she settles between kenjirou’s spread legs, ignoring the way her cunt is already wet and glistening for the moment.
she kisses the inside of kenjirou’s knees, and over every single scar and faded bruise that kenjirou had accumulated over the years. kisses over the firmness of her calves and the softness of her thighs, and the swollen, stimulated scent glands right in the very inner of her thighs — so intimate that kenjirou feels a little shy about it, her legs twitching like she wants to close them.
eita is having none of it. she presses her hands into kenjirou’s thighs to secure her movements and kisses her way up kenjirou’s thighs, feels how sensitive kenjirou is there for herself. she wants to tease kenjirou, wants to hold her down and hear kenjirou cry, but kenjirou smells so damned heady here that she loses herself a little.
it’s like she’s kissing the apple of temptation.
eita kisses at these sensitive scent glands until they’re swollen from eita’s persistent attention, then she fits her teeth gently over the gland in kenjirou’s left thigh; doesn’t move until kenjirou’s brings a hand down to press her head against her thigh, clearly wanting, and eita gives in. bites down into her thigh — slower and more plush compared to her neck — and kenjirou’s blood drips slow and thick in her mouth, perfumed with the very essence of kenjirou’s scent.
it’s terrifying.
the blood flow stems quickly, the bite already taking perfectly, and kenjirou guides her mouth to her other scent gland, and eita does the same. the bite goes the same, deep and slow and plush; and her blood drips the same, thick and honeyed and all iron.
it’s intoxicating.
eita cleans up the blood because it’s her duty as kenjirou’s alpha to take care of her omega, and she fusses over the bites, kisses and mouths and licks over them so they will heal perfectly, and she almost doesn’t realise that all of this is making kenjirou so wet until she comes out of her haze and smells all of the lush undertones of kenjirou’s arousal.
“my pretty omega,” eita breathes out, “did you get wet ‘cause i claimed you again?”
“what,” kenjirou hisses, about as scary as a bunny, “did you think would happen?”
“didn’t know you were gagging for my bite everywhere,” eita says, finally pulling away from the marked scent glands. “would’ve come clean so much sooner if i knew it was making you gush like this.”
she knows kenjirou is about to say something snarky or do something along those lines, so she decides to take it out of kenjirou’s hands instead. she settles back down between kenjirou’s legs and instead licks a long, clean line up kenjirou’s cunt, gathering her slick on her tongue and savouring the taste of her omega.
obsessed again and now with a goal, she parts kenjirou’s pussy with her fingers gently and tongues over her clit, delighting in the way kenjirou shudders against her. kenjirou is almost too sensitive here, but eita persists, sucking at it lightly and sliding two fingers inside, the copious amounts of slick making it so easy and so smooth even as kenjirou gasps and clenches around her fingers.
it’s so simple for eita to make kenjirou tip over the edge like this, mouthing noisily at her cunt and licking up all the slick that kenjirou leaks, only for more to gush out. kenjirou squeals when eita passes her thumb harshly over clit, and she comes undone with a high moan, cunt pulsing and slicking up even wetter around eita’s fingers. she briefly thinks about putting her mouth there again, but kenjirou tugs her up by her hair, mouth bitten red from trying to keep her noises in, and kisses eita, licking away all of her own slick.
“you can - you can use your mouth again later,” kenjirou says when she breaks off the kiss. “just — please, i - i want your cock now, eita —”
“anything for you,” eita promises, hitching kenjirou’s legs around her waist. “you won’t want for anything ever when i’m with you. fuck, i’ll give you anything you want, anything you need.”
“my darling alpha,” kenjirou says, the hints of a purr tinting her words. “my perfect, chivalrous alpha. come here and get your cock in me.”
eita is so, so weak to anything kenjirou asks of her. she hadn’t even realised till now that her cock was so hard it was almost unbearable, and the first slide of her cock against the wet mess of kenjirou’s cunt makes both of them groan, the head of her cock rubbing against kenjirou’s overstimulated clit. still, she can’t help but tease kenjirou a little, purposefully missing a couple times just to get her cock wet until kenjirou huffs and kicks her back lightly.
“come on,” kenjirou urges, and reaches down to spread her pussy, fingers slipping through her own slick. “eita, please just — mmph !”
it’s too much, the way kenjirou offers herself up.
so eita takes it up. she presses the head of her cock against kenjirou’s cunt, and fucks in deeply with one single thrust, pleasure sparking so wildly in her nerves that she has to bury her face in kenjirou’s neck for a minute, totally overwhelmed with how warm and wet and perfect kenjirou feels around her.
“eita,” kenjirou chokes out, fingers scrabbling over eita’s back, “so - so big — fuck — i can’t —”
“you can,” eita says, kissing kenjirou messily. “i’m yours, so you can take it.”
and kenjirou can. eita starts slow but deep, rocking in and out of kenjirou until she relaxes bit by bit, her cheeks already stained red and the corners of her eyes a little teary. eita almost forgets what she originally set out to do as she fucks her mate, intent on making her feel nothing but pleasure, but then kenjirou lifts one of her hands and sets the scent gland on her wrist against eita’s mouth and eita remembers.
“my sweetheart,” eita croons, “want me to bite you here too?” she thrusts in deeply just to tease, and smiles at the way kenjirou glares at her, eyes wet with no heat behind it. “you gonna ask me nicely, my love? ask me to put my teeth here?”
“you want me to beg for it?” kenjirou whines, but eita can feel the way she squeezes around her cock, thrilled by eita’s ask. “i’ve begged for it before already, you know.”
“can’t i hear my pretty omega ask for it again? you sound so sweet when you do.”
kenjirou sniffles a little, but her mouth is made lax with the way eita fucks into her slow and deep even when kenjirou has already come before. she groans and shakes a little in eita’s hold, but she fixes a teary, beseeching gaze on eita, and she is just so, so good at begging. “please, alpha,” she says, and eita hangs onto her every word because she’s lovesick, “give me your bite again. bite me — everywhere that you can find. i want it all, i want to be yours.”
so eita gives it to her. she sets her teeth in the gland on kenjirou’s right wrist, and when kenjirou presses her wrist against her teeth, clearly impatient, she goes for it. she bites in until she tastes blood — faster and more shallow compared to her neck — and gives the same treatment to kenjirou’s other wrist until she has matching, imperfect teeth marks there, scarring those glands forever.
the blood drips over eita’s mouth.
kenjirou pulls her down, and kisses all the blood away.
it makes eita’s cock jump, and she knows kenjirou can feel it if the way kenjirou smiles against her mouth is anything to go by. when they pull away, kenjirou’s mouth is tinted red like she’s worn lipstick; knowing that it’s proof of their shared love breaks some sort of frayed nerve in eita’s self-control, because she grips at kenjirou’s thighs and presses down, making sure she can fuck kenjirou properly, thrilled at how wet her omega is.
like this, she can fuck in so much deeper, and kenjirou clenches around her, whining that she’s too deep and that her pussy is too sensitive, but she cries when eita slows down, so eita has to give her what she wants. it’s all too easy for her knot to start swelling when kenjirou gets all whiney and teary like this, and if she doesn’t pace herself she’s going to pop a knot in the next minute.
“sweetheart,” eita pants, grinding against kenjirou’s cunt in an effort to fit her knot inside, as another idea occurs to her, “i’m gonna give you another promise.”
“wh - what?” kenjirou stutters out, clearly more distracted with eita’s knot, and she moans high in the back of her throat when eita finally gets in it, and she comes suddenly around the thickness, clenching over the absolute thickness in her.
“a promise to make you mine again,” eita says, unable to help the way her words are tinged with the edge of a growl because her omega had come just on the promise of being knotted. “open your eyes — look at me.”
kenjirou sniffles and opens her eyes, drooling a little out of the corner of her mouth. her cunt is still pulsing around eita with the way she’s coming down from her high. the highs of her cheeks are flushed and her thighs are hitched around eita’s waist, the scent glands there clearly marked with bites. she looks so fucking beautiful.
so it’s only right that eita takes kenjirou’s left hand in hers, bringing her fingers to her mouth, and makes sure that kenjirou is looking at her. she kisses over kenjirou’s knuckles chastely, an insincere apology for what she’s about to do, then she grasps at kenjirou’s ring finger in particular, studying its size intensely.
“eita…?” kenjirou whines, confused. “why are you —?”
“in the eyes of society, the heavens, and law,” eita says, and doesn’t really know where these words are coming from, “i’ll make you mine.” then she bites at the base of kenjirou’s ring finger until her imprint is there in a crude, awful facsimile of a wedding band.
“oh, you —” kenjirou gasps, but then eita laces their hands together, and tugs her knot teasingly against kenjirou’s entrance, stretching her omega around the thickest part of her knot just to hear kenjirou dissolve into whines and sobs again, clinging onto her like a lifeline.
“my wife,” eita says, and she feels a little like a new person because she can just say all of these things now. “i’m gonna be yours forever. you’ll never be rid of me.” she kisses the sensitive space behind kenjirou’s ear as she reaches a hand in between them to rub over kenjirou’s swollen clit, and is rewarded with a broken whine. she doesn’t let up on she teases, just keeps going until kenjirou’s cries pitch higher and higher and kenjirou squirts around her cock and knot, slick gushing slippery and wet everywhere.
“i can’t — i can’t — too much, too sensitive — mmh — i, i’m — alpha —” kenjirou can’t get a full sentence out, is only capable of scratching down eita’s back with her free hand, thighs trembling around eita’s waist as eita keeps fucking her with her knot and teasing at her clit. it feels as though every single nerve in her body is on fire and she’s not even done coming before her orgasm crashes down on her again, but she doesn’t even have the energy to be embarrassed about the way she squirts slick all over her alpha, getting both of them so wet that the sounds of eita fucking into her echoes in their bedroom.
she really doesn’t think she can take coming again, not with this intensity, but eita is always so perfect for her, because as she squeezes down instinctively on eita’s cock with her second consecutive orgasm, eita growls noisily into her ear and bullies her way into kissing kenjirou’s pliant mouth. her knot swells to its’ thickest size and locks them together, and kenjirou almost cries with the way she can feel eita’s come inside her, thick and hot and sticky; there’s just so much of it that it fills her up with a swell, eita steadily pumping more and more come into her.
really, kenjirou thinks completely dazed, the amount that eita always comes is downright obscene. was it normal for an alpha to come this much? at the rate this was happening, she would sooner make eita a sire rather than later — but she’s very much distracted with the way eita is kissing her, soft but heated, and lets eita move them until kenjirou is lying on top of her to be comfortable until her knot goes down. like this, she can’t help but feel a purr start to rumble in her chest, and almost immediately a matching croon starts from eita too, low in frequency and just for each other.
“my darling one,” eita murmurs after a few long moments of rumbling, blissful silence, “i really do mean my promises, you know. i’ll make you my wife soon enough.”
“i’m expecting a ring,” kenjirou says after a beat, still trying to regain her brain cells from being fucked so well she cried. then she inspects the bite mark at the base of her ring finger, where eita’s perfect teeth has made an impression in her skin. “this won’t scar, will it? do you think i can get a tattoo of your teeth here?”
“... are you serious?”
“do i sound like i’m joking?”
and then eita laughs, low and wonderful and so, so, perfect. “no, not at all, my love. if you want to get it done, then we will. i’ll make sure it happens.”
kenjirou smiles too, and presses in close like they aren’t already as close as they can be. she is so imperfect herself, and she doesn’t think she loves like a normal person either — but she isn’t made for anyone else. she is made for eita and eita only, and she only has to be perfect in the eyes of one person. no one else, and nothing else matters when it comes to them.
they are, after all, matched perfect in every sense of the word called love.