#alpha izana

you being delicate makes him feel both protective and flustered. protective because you feel like something he has to shield from the world, and flustered because he can’t believe someone so pretty and soft actually wants him.

your nurturing side wrecks him. when you fix his collar, smooth his hair, or make tea for him after a long day, he just melts. shinichiro’s not used to being taken care of as he’s always been the one responsible for everyone else, and this side of you really makes him weak.

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♡. ALPHA! IZANA

izana is overall really unstable, so your softness is like the opposite of everything he has ever known.

he doesn't really understand why you're like that at first : so gentle, so weak, so pretty. but he surprisingly gets addicted fast to everything you embody.

he loves that you're always so dressed up, delicate and soft-spoken, looking up at him through your eyelashes to seek his reassurance. it makes him feel special, like you belong to him even more because such a soft omega like you chose a violent and dangerous person like him. you're something fragile only him gets to keep and claim.

he's actually lowkey obsessed with seeing you so weak and dependent on him. if you ask him to open a jar, reach something high, or walk you home, he lights up. he needs you to need him.

izana is also quick-tempered and tells himself he doesn't need anyone. however, while he would never openly admit it, he's addicted to the way you dote on him. you're soft where he's rough, you're patient where he's restless, and it makes him feel so comforted. even though he doesn’t understand why you would stay with someone like him..

with the way you carry yourself, all cute and pretty, drawing attention from other alphas, izana gets even more territorial. your gentle voice should only be his, your shy smiles and comforting touches too. which is why he keeps you close to him in public, with a hand on your waist or his scent heavy in the air. it's a warning.

he also gets jealous fast. he’s the type to go from calm to violent in seconds if someone makes a comment about you, even a “harmless” compliment. you usually have to step in, soft voice grounding him before he takes it too far.

izana has a habit of testing you. he’ll say something like, “you could do better than me. why are you still here?”. but he’s watching your every move, analysing each of your words, desperate for reassurance that you won’t leave. and when you smile all sweetly, looking like you'd trust him with your life, he calms down a bit.

indeed, when he's spacing or spiralling into his darker moods, you never raise your voice at him, you never get scared either. instead, you just quietly move closer to him, speak softly and sometimes hold his hand.

he doesnt know how to handle the way you baby him sometimes. it feels weird and unusual, he's unsure as he's never been used to that sort of gentleness in his life. like setting aside food you know he likes, or insisting he sits down so you can stitch his clothes. he’ll grumble about it, but he always lets you, because he's secretly starved for your attention.

and your softness makes him protective in return. to him, you’re glass — fragile, breakable, too good for the world he drags you into. he doesn’t trust anyone else with you, because he’s terrified they won’t be as careful as he is with you.

izana also secretly loves all your "girly" habits. he'll often act indifferent when you ask him about which bow looks better in your hair, telling him about your new nail polish and your sugary perfume you just bought. he listens to you humming while you get ready for the day. but as cold as he can be, he actually memorizes everything you tell him, down to every color and detail of your beauty products.

at night, he clings to you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. his arm is always locked around your waist, his face pressed into your neck to breathe your vanilla scent. it’s the only time he looks peaceful — cuddling with your smaller form, feeling so delicate and weaker compared to him.

he's not someone who trust others easily, but the way you care for him like he's someone who can do nothing bad in your eyes makes him trip. the way you feed him, fix his shirt and press a cute kiss to his cheek feels extra precious to him. it terrifies him how much he depends on you, but he couldn't stop even if he tried.

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♡. ALPHA! HAKKAI

hakkai is absolutely gone the moment he realizes you’re actually his omega. your delicate, gentle nature hits him hard because it’s everything he doesn’t think he deserves but actually craves.

he gets shy about it too. you’ll do something as simple as brush dust off his jacket or smile sweetly at him and he’s flushing to his ears. he’ll look away, but inside he’s melting.

your very feminine energy makes his protective side kicks in nonstop. he’s hyperaware when you’re out together : scanning crowds, glaring at anyone who stares too long. he doesn’t say much about it, but his body language makes it clear that nobody should get too close. he might be the softest giant with his precious omega, but he never lets anyone overstep your boundaries — he knows you're sometimes too shy and soft-spoken to stand up for yourself, and so, hakkai will gladly do it for you.

hakkai absolutely cherishes you. he likes the way you cook for him, bringing him homemade snacks when you see each other, or the way you tell him all about the pastries you ate with your friend with sparkles in your eyes, but also how you fuss over any new injuries on his knuckles and patch him up with cute pink bandages that he'll wear proudly no matter what.

hakkai adores how soft and dressed up you are. lace, ribbons, soft dresses — he thinks you look like you stepped out of a dream, what he dreamt of when thinking about having an omega to call his own, and he can’t believe you’re walking next to him. sometimes he’ll catch himself staring and have to cover it with an awkward cough.

he’s constantly torn between wanting to wrap you up and hide you from the world and wanting to show you off so everyone knows the perfect omega chose him.

hakkai is pretty inexperienced with words, so instead he expresses how much he loves you through actions : carrying heavy things without being asked, making sure you walk on the safe side of the street, giving you his jacket even if he’s cold.

and when you nest, he’s done for. seeing your delicate little hands smoothing blankets, arranging pillows, creating a soft, safe space for the both of you to enjoy. it hits him in a place he didn’t know existed. he’ll crawl in with you and just cling, quiet but overflowing with love.

hakkai doesn’t think of you as just a dream omega. he thinks of you as the proof he finally got something right in his life.

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♡. ALPHA! KOKONOI

kokonoi would actually eat that up. like, you're exactly his type.

kokonoi notices you immediately. he has an eye for detail : the pastel dress, the little gloss on your lips, the way you move so carefully, almost fragile. it’s like you’re made to be looked at, and kokonoi takes a nice good look at you.

he’s not shy about it either. unlike hakkai who fumbles, kokonoi plays right into it. “you really know how to make an alpha lose his head, don’t you?” he will say things like that casually, but the way his scent sharpens around you gives him away.

he adores spoiling you. pretty omegas deserve pretty things, and kokonoi lives for the way your eyes light up when he gifts you jewelry or takes you shopping. he’ll always say it’s nothing, but deep down, it’s his way of claiming you, showing you off with what he bought and the clothes he helped you choose. saying to the world that you're his.

he’s weak for softness. the way you brush your hair back gently, your careful manners, even the way you speak softly, it really wrecks him. sometimes he just watches you, not even hiding it, like you’re his favorite thing in the world.

kokonoi also gets possessive quickly. people stare at you ? he notices right away. and while he might not start a scene, his hand will settle heavy on your lower back, his scent threatening enough to drive others away.

he’s very tactile : always smoothing the hem of your dress, adjusting a bow in your hair, tilting your chin to admire your lip gloss. making up little excuses to touch you everywhere, to remind himself that you’re his.

"Come here," the man seated in the leather chair beckoned to you, his fingers curling in a frivolous gesture as if calling a dog, the smile at the corner of his mouth both scornful and mocking. "Crawl over."

Kneeling by the door, you looked at that seemingly glowing hand but felt nothing but utter humiliation.

Your legs felt weak, somewhat unable to exert strength. You had just been forcibly brought from the party, pinned against the door and played with at will. Your body, already in heat, was extremely sensitive, radiating warmth all over. Just as his teasing intensified your physical reactions, your powerless body slid down along the door but the man let go of the hands that had been supporting you all along.

Kurokawa Izana leisurely took off his coat and sat down in the black leather chair a few steps away, commanding you to crawl over.

"You..." Gritting your teeth, you stared at the mocking smile on his face—a look that seemed so certain you would obey. Anger burned hotter in your chest. "Don't even think about it!"

So what if he had noticed you were in heat and brought you here? Did he really think you would just submit to him?

"Oh? Are you really going to defy your Alpha, or..." His tone shifted abruptly, laced with disdain. "...do you want Mikey to see your body like this, dripping and desperate?"

"Shut up!" Your Alpha? This guy had simply taken advantage of you when you were vulnerable and disoriented during your heat. He had dragged you away and forced his mark on you. How dare he call himself that now?

But Mikey... You really didn't want Mikey to see you like this... Like this, all flushed and weak, looking like some useless, shameful Omega who would cling to any passing Alpha... You would rather die than let him see you this way.

Because Mikey hated Omegas who couldn't control their pheromones and went into heat indiscriminately.

"Are you going to waste time there all day?" Izana raised his left wrist and glanced casually at his watch. "You're needed at Mikey's side for the end of the banquet, you know."

Today was a reception hosted by Bonten, celebrating the organization taking over Tokyo's largest territory. There was a ceremony at the end that required your presence.

Time was running out.

You looked at Izana, who was lounging in the chair not far away, boredly propping his chin in his hand as he observed the expressions on your face. Then you looked at the short distance between you. The man's lips curved down slightly, as if he were a little troubled. After a moment, he spoke.

"It's simple... If you just come over here nicely, I'll help you," Izana said, his fingers stroking his jaw, his eyes smiling as he watched you. "There's no one else here. I promise no one but me will see you..."

Under the dazzling light, the man's eyes shone with a strange, alluring glow. His voice was deep and pleasant, like a demon's whisper, tempting your senses.

With little time left before the banquet ended, you couldn't go out there looking like this—it was obvious you were in the throes of a severe heat.

The man before you seemed to be your only choice.

Looking at the short distance between you, you clenched your teeth, swallowing your humiliation, and pressed your legs together.

Earlier at the banquet, you were confirming that every item on the agenda was proceeding as planned. All the invited guests on the list had received thoughtful hospitality and arrangements, and the occasional small issue was adjusted and resolved smoothly by you.

Just as you took a deep breath, ready to take a short break and find Mikey, a sudden change in your body made your face instantly pale. You could hardly remember how you managed to support your suddenly reactive body to the restroom. Looking at the flushed cheeks reflected in the mirror above the sink, you desperately splashed cold water on your face, but it did nothing to suppress the surging heat.

You could even smell the scents of the Alphas coming and going outside the restroom, and you felt the shameful urge to rush over and grab just anyone to satisfy your physical needs.

It had never been like this before.

Everything started not long ago.

You presented later than most of your peers. You had thought you would be one of the vast majority of Betas, and had even felt relieved about it.

While Alphas and Omegas are considered more precious in society, just thinking about the troublesome heats, ruts, and being constantly affected by pheromones like an animal unable to control its instincts seemed like such a hassle.

All that talk about them being superior, stronger, higher quality... In your view, it was just residual, uncontrolled animal instinct, a sign of incomplete evolution.

In the future, Alphas and Omegas would only become fewer and fewer, until society was composed solely of ordinary, rational Betas, untroubled by various conditions.

That would be true, normal evolution.

However, all of this changed the day you presented as an Omega. From then on, you had no choice but to deal with frequent, troublesome heats, and to feel anger and frustration over smelling the pheromones whether unintentional or deliberate of Alphas and Omegas.

Because of this, you had been taking suppressants.

Because your childhood friend Mikey hated Omegas who couldn't control themselves and were easily swayed by pheromones. Sano Manjiro was a Beta. Since childhood, obsessed with becoming the top delinquent, he had seen all kinds of Alphas and Omegas entangled in dark corners and deeply despised it.

So, you had always hidden your status. After you presented, you never told him.

You hid it well. No one in your daily life discovered your true secondary gender. Occasionally, when someone caught the faint scent of citrus around you, you always covered it up with perfume.

Your scent wasn't strong, and combined with your constant use of suppressants, the secret was kept for a long time.

Until recently, your pheromones became irregular. Then, one day, while you were handling affairs at Bonten as usual, your heat arrived without warning.

You collapsed under the large desk. Your body, completely out of control, was desperately releasing the soft pheromones of an Omega in heat. You had no strength left, your mind was almost entirely lost, burned away by desire.

Just as you were trapped in this agonizing hell, someone pushed the door open and walked in.

He approached you, kneeling on the ground, and lifted your soft body up. "...Can you... hear me?" The person called out several times before your consciousness slowly returned. You saw his short silver-white hair, his bright eyes, and the long, narrow earring swaying gently on his earlobe.

"You've been pretending so well all this time. Can't handle it now?" The man's fingers brushed the corner of your mouth, wiping away the dampness there. "Do you want me to help you?"

Your body, tormented by the heat, felt like it was burning in a fire. Even though this guy was someone you deeply disliked, at that moment, you wanted to cling to him and beg for his help.

No... Izana is terrible.

Just as you were struggling to refuse your instincts, your hand, acting against your will, grabbed Izana's and pressed it against your cheek. Then, the door to the room was pushed open again.

"...(name), what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Mikey looked at you, sitting on the floor and held in Izana's arms, his brow slightly furrowed in confusion. He walked over, crouched in front of you, and made a move to take you from Izana. "I'll take you back to rest."

If Mikey took you back, he would definitely realize something was wrong and find out you were an Omega... No. You would rather die than be hated by him. You had seen too many Omegas he had despised and pushed away.

"...Izana," you said, just as Mikey was about to take your hand and pull you into his embrace. You weakly lifted your arm and hooked it around Izana's neck instead. "Take me home."

You didn't look at Mikey's expression at that moment, and you didn't dare to. You just wanted to get home quickly and deal with your body's terrible state on your own.

In your dazed, hazy mind, you faintly heard Izana's soft laugh, followed by his voice speaking to Mikey, "I'll take her home first..."

He got you home safely, just as he said he would. But he did not leave.

The man, Kurokawa Izana, a high-quality Alpha, faced with an Omega in heat, willfully released his oppressive, coercive pheromones.

You, already too weak to resist, were completely at the mercy of the powerful Alpha's dominance.

He not only forcefully held you, but he also marked you. From then on, you could clearly and easily sense changes in his emotions and became even more susceptible to the influence of his pheromones.

It wasn't that you hadn't thought about removing the mark. It would be painful and could affect your health. Every time you thought about it, you wanted to bite Izana to death.

That despicable man. He had probably sensed your true secondary gender long ago. He intentionally got close to you, occasionally releasing his pheromones to test and toy with you, enjoying the sight of you flustered and affected by him.

Emerging from the distant memory and thinking about how weak you were in the restroom, and then how Izana half-held, half-dragged you, forcibly bringing you to this room.

Your hands pressed against the cold floor. Your knees, separated by thin fabric, knelt on it as you crawled forward bit by bit. The distance wasn't far. Even though you moved slowly, humiliated, you soon reached Izana's feet.

Looking at the man's polished shoes right in front of you, you clenched your fists, really wanting to punch him hard.

Something warm and soft suddenly touched your cheek, making your body tremble. It was Izana, using his hand to stroke your face. "Good. Now, show me the part you want me to play with."

This bastard.

Not only did he make you crawl like a dog, but he also wanted you to actively expose yourself... He'd probably make you beg him next.

"Like this, I don't know what you want me to do..." Seeing you motionless, Izana spoke with feigned trouble. "Time, after all, waits for no one."

Damn it.

Grabbing the hem of your skirt, you lowered your head, kneeling on the floor at his feet, and slowly pulled down the side zipper. Then, you took the skirt off.

Now, you were only left in your underwear.

Your chin was suddenly lifted, forcing you to look up at the man in the chair. Izana's bright eyes gazed deeply into yours, no longer holding mockery or playfulness, but something deep and unreadable to you. "Breathe it all in. Until you're crazy with want for me."

Holding your chin, the man wantonly released his pheromones. The strong scent of alcohol instantly wrapped around you, imprisoning you within it, leaving no escape.

Your body reacted almost immediately. The place he had rubbed through your skirt earlier began to grow wet. You could even feel inside yourself slowly becoming soft and damp as you inhaled the Alpha's scent, craving to be penetrated by something thick and burning hot.

"Ah..." Even if you didn't want to breathe it in, even if you wanted to refuse, the instinct of your body in heat and the powerlessness of an Omega facing an Alpha made it impossible for you to deny him.

Your body grew hotter and hotter. The little spot between your legs was thoroughly wet, as if love juices were trickling down your thighs. On top of that, looking at Izana's thin lips and sharp jawline, your brain was going crazy wanting to be with him. You even felt like kneeling at his feet and rubbing your burning cheeks against his thigh, begging him to give it to you quickly.

"Heh, you really breathed it all in," Izana laughed, pinching your cheek. "You like my pheromones that much..."

...Wasn't he the one who forced you to breathe it in? He made your heat worse, and now he was mocking you for it.

Why... Why could he still be so calm, as if he wasn't affected by your pheromones at all?

"Come, sit here." Izana patted his thigh, smiling as he signaled you. At this point, you couldn't refuse at all, whether it was due to Omega instincts or the current situation.

Holding onto his thigh, you slowly stood up from the floor. Your soft body felt even weaker now, your legs were trembling from the torment of desire.

You had barely stood up, not even found your balance, when an arm abruptly wrapped around your waist. The man held you and, with a slight exertion of force, pressed you down to sit on his lap.

"Ah..." The moment your hands grabbed his shoulders, you bit your lip. Izana, holding your waist, had slipped his fingers into your underwear. His calloused fingertips brushed against your damp petals, expertly found the entrance hidden between your legs, and pushed in without warning.

"So soft like this... looks like you've been holding back hard..." He teased you while playing with you using his fingers. His fingers moved and curled inside your wet heat, and soon you were panting unevenly again under his touch.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up..." You pressed on his shoulders, looking at the man holding you, feeling like even your exhales were scorching hot. "Put it in."

He was just a living toy for you to use. Once you found a way to fix this irregular heat cycle, you could discard this tool.

If your heats were stable and you could prepare in advance, you wouldn't have been reduced to this state, yielding to him. It was all because of the excessive suppressants you took before that triggered this chaotic heat.

It was fine before. But now, within Bonten, everyone is a high-quality Alpha. Being surrounded by them every day, it's no wonder your heat cycle is acting up.

You remembered the doctor smiling at you and telling you the solution to have more sex. Just go with your body's natural instincts.

Yes. That was it. Have more sex now, then after this period passed and your physical condition improved, once you discarded Izana, you could have normal, gentle sex with Mikey.

"Ah... damn you..." Just as you were thinking this, your waist was suddenly gripped tightly by the man's hands and forced down. Before you could react and refuse, the Alpha's cock thrust sharply into your pussy, sheathing itself to the hilt in one deep move.

Your whole body trembled lightly. The pale skin of your inner thighs spasmed and shook from the stimulation. Your hands gripped Izana's shoulders, your head fell back, and your lips parted as you stared at the ornate chandelier above, your breathing rhythm lost.

That single thrust felt like Izana had fucked right into your soul, leaving a chaotic dizziness deep in your brain. You didn't need to look to know your expression was one of being utterly dazed by a man.

Finally catching your breath, you lifted your weak arms to tug at Izana's tie. "...Who said you could go all the way in like that?"

Even though your body in heat was already prepared for mating, being fully penetrated in one go was still uncomfortable.

"I wanted to." Izana kneaded your buttocks firmly and, while speaking, pressed down on your waist and thrust hard two more times, making you go limp in his arms, powerless to argue with him.

Your head buried in the man's chest, your slightly parted red lips let out intermittent moans with each of his movements. Your fingers crumpled his neat shirt. Smelling the man's pleasant pheromone scent, you gently closed your eyes.

Right. You damn well missed this.

Ever since that sudden heat where he forcefully took you, you had missed this scent, missed being held tightly in his arms.

...It was true. Alphas and Omegas were a natural physical match, even if you hated him.

The man's hands wandered and caressed your body incessantly, as if utterly enthralled by you. His warm fingertips slid over the delicate skin of your spine, making a subtle itch creep across your entire body.

He cupped your buttocks, then pressed down hard. His cock slid along your joined parts, rubbing deep inside your pussy. A tingling, numbing pleasure spread through your veins to your whole body, making you cling tightly to his neck. Your fingers gripped his shirt as if you wanted to tear it.

"So eager. She’s squeezing and pulsing down there... you've made my pants all wet..." Izana kissed your collarbone, his wet tongue pressing into your soft skin before moving to your sensitive nipple.

"Stop... stop talking..." This bastard always said such shameful things when he was with you. Since when do men talk so much during sex?

His tongue circled your nipple, occasionally giving it a light suck, making your whole body tense up. Your fingers unconsciously tightened in his hair.

"You love this, don't you? You love it when I lick you like this," the man said, letting you pull his hair, indifferent to the pain on his scalp. His bright, almost unnaturally intense eyes looked at you.

So, you saw the lewd sight of the man sucking on your nipple. In response, your pussy seemed to be stimulated and clenched him even tighter. "Mmm... are you going to ignore the other one?... Don't just lick there..."

Probably because your brain was completely dominated by lust and your heat, you grabbed Izana's hair and arched your other nipple toward his lips, offering it to him.

"Heh..." The man's low laugh reached your ears, making your face burn hot. Then you felt his warm palm kneading your buttock before he spanked it hard. "You've really become such a slut for my cock..."

"Ah...!" A sharp, stinging pain hit your buttock, making your body shudder violently. The humiliation and anger from being hit didn't last long because you soon found your body getting even more aroused. Your pussy clung tightly to Izana's thickness, almost not wanting to let him pull out.

That intense pleasure seeped into your bones, making you unable to resist. You could only wrap your arms around Izana's neck and frantically bite his chest and shoulders through his shirt, trying to slightly relieve the pleasure that was almost dissolving your nerves.

"Ha, you're holding on so tight..." The man watched you wreak havoc on him, brushed the sweaty hair from your forehead, and saw your wet eyes. He kissed your cheek, chuckled lowly, and then thrust into you even deeper.

Your body reached its peak quickly. After coming once, your nerves settled slightly. The chaotic, heat-induced feeling that had almost driven you to the edge faded a bit, and you regained some clarity.

You saw yourself held in Izana's arms, completely naked, while the man was still fully dressed, his shirt only rumpled from your grasping.

The contrast made you feel ashamed and uncomfortable. The memory of your recent intimacy made you want to sink through the floor... Was that really you, so shamelessly begging Izana for it.

"Let me go," you commanded him coldly. You needed to get dressed and prepare for the banquet's closing ceremony.

Hearing this, Izana's gaze turned cold. As you impatiently tried to pry his hands away, the man suddenly gripped your waist and lifted you up.

He carried you the few steps to the large bed in the room, holding the back of your neck as he pressed you down into the mattress. Your head sank into the soft sheets. Before you could gather your wits to resist, his heavy body came down on top of you from behind. A pillow was shoved under your hips, and then his hard length, which had just been ravaging your insides, nudged against your wet opening before thrusting back into you.

"You think you can use me like a toy and then just run away? It doesn't work like that." The man held the back of your neck, his hand pressing on your waist, driving into you without mercy.

Your body was pinned firmly under his, unable to struggle even a little. You could only tremble under his nearly savage thrusts, biting the soft sheets beneath you to muffle your sounds.

Izana was inhuman when he lost control.

His cock rubbed against the soft walls of your pussy as he pushed in, his movements fierce and wild. The wet, lewd sound of his cock moving filled the room, making you want to cover your ears.

He seemed to love seeing you like this—powerless to resist, forced beneath him as he took what he wanted. Noting your reddened ears and how your whole body shook, Izana flipped you onto your back. He grabbed your calves, throwing them over his shoulders, and entered you from the front.

Under the light, the man's face was handsome and striking, like a devil mesmerizing a soul.

"You motherfucker... be gentler... ah...!" You glared at Izana fiercely, trying to warn him, but your threat was cut off by a deep thrust that shattered your focus. Your eyes lost concentration, and your pussy trembled, releasing a small gush of fluid that splashed against the head of his cock, wetting his balls.

He was going too deep, making it hard for you to take it. Your calves rested helplessly on his shoulders, the pale soles of your feet curling tightly.

"You're still trying to fight your Omega instincts, even like this?" Izana mocked you between thrusts. He grabbed your weak, limp calves, bending them toward your chest. Your hips were forced higher, making his invasion even easier.

The man was buried deep inside you, holding you clamped in his arms as if cradling an infant.

He bent down to kiss your slightly parted lips, your chin, and then bit your nipple.

When you couldn't help but respond to him, he bit your earlobe and laughed lowly. "Just follow your instincts. You can't refuse me..."

Yes, you couldn't refuse him.

Even before being marked, you couldn't resist the invasion of his pheromones, let alone now, after your body had been marked by him.

"Ah..." A clear bite mark was left on your chest, another imprint Izana left on you. He seemed obsessed with doing this, the first time, he left bite marks all over your inner thighs.

You hated the helplessness of being an Omega. You couldn't refuse his body, couldn't resist his invasion, could only lie with your legs spread wide. You were utterly dominated and used before him, drowning in sinful pleasure. Your pussy trembled with excitement and joy with every thrust, growing wetter and softer because of him.

Damn it, why did you have to be an Omega.

"Because I am an Alpha," Izana pressed down on you, his forehead touching yours, forcing you to see the desire in his eyes. "So you were always destined to be my Omega."

Hearing the filthy word spill from his lips, your body trembled violently, your insides clenching around him. The man's gaze grew dark and intoxicated. He spread your legs wider and thrust his cock in forcefully. The thick head rubbed against your sensitive inner walls, hitting the even softer, warmer depths of your womb. The extreme mix of pleasure and pain nearly drove you insane.

"Get out... get out of me..."

You didn't want him inside you there, in that place where a child could be made.

The man laughed lowly, held your thighs, slowly pulled himself almost all the way out, and then slammed back in, even harder and deeper.

"Ngh..." Your mind began to fray. Uncontrollable moans carried a sobbing tone from being touched so deeply, which only drove him wilder.

He held your body tighter, pressed together with no space between you, not even below. When Izana wanted to completely invade someone, he could do it, whether it was their body or their mind.

He was fully inside you, his cock stretching you deep, filling your womb as he moved with a powerful, relentless rhythm. It felt like your entire consciousness was being violated. You could only sob helplessly beneath him, your hands weakly clutching his wrinkled shirt, tears streaming down your face as you looked up at him.

The man's breathing was heavy and ragged. He bent down, burying his face in your neck to bite your shoulder. The way he moved and sounded, like an animal marking its possession, made you tremble uncontrollably. Your body kept shaking even after he came inside you. Your pale feet feebly rubbed against his waist as your body tangled with his, clinging to him on pure instinct.

Smoothing out the crumpled shirt of the person in his arms, Izana took one last look at the girl's sleeping face before opening the door to leave.

The banquet was winding down, guests making idle conversation. He spotted a familiar figure and walked over.

"She wasn't feeling well, so I took her home," he said, glancing back at the girl draped over his shoulder, covered by his jacket. He then said goodbye to a concerned Mikey.

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𐙚. RIN

rin's jealousy is cuter, maybe less invasive and annoying. he does take a peek over your shoulder to see who has your fingers working so hard to hold a convo but doesn't go further than that.

when he notices it's a guy who has your attention right now instead of him, he still has the decency to ask who he is and what you both are talking about and not outright look at your texts. you answer him and tell him about your friend and he just hums before poking your side and stomach, trying hard to make you laugh and giggle and make this damn phone fall down and get your attention off of it.

he's sweet and understanding with it, contrary to his brother.

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𐙚. IZANA

izana isn't letting it slide but if you're in a relationship with him, it means you probably already have come to term with the fact that you have little to no privacy. he looks through your phone and knows your password, checks your gallery and your texts. izana insists he has that same transparency with you so you have free access to his phone as well, even though you trust him enough to not do anything with it.

if you're texting a guy he doesn't know, it means he's a new friend you just made and that you actually don't know much about him either. izana uses that excuse to make you drop the convo with him and have your attention back on him. if you disagree, he's quick to get annoyed and could even go as far as deleting the guy's number without any regard for your opinion.

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𐙚. MIKEY

you often spend time together like this on the couch, mikey with his head on your chest and his eyes glued to your phone. if a text of a random dude he doesn't know pops up, he isn't quick to jump to conclusions but is rather curious, especially if you try and dismiss it. he wants to know what's your relationship: classmates? colleagues? friends? either way mikey will find a way to belittle and badmouth him even without knowing anything about that person.

he'll get grumpy and sometimes a bit angry each time his name appears on your screen so you start interacting less and less with that friend, until you eventually don't anymore.

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𐙚. SHINICHIRO

he jokingly acts sulky and pouts to get a reaction out of you, he loves to have his pretty omega all over him and absolutely adores the attention you give him. of course it's nothing serious in his eyes so he simply shrugs it off and keeps an ear open whenever you talk about that friend because he knows you don't have a lot of guy friends, so he's both curious and wary.

that guy better not be an alpha though because shinichiro is quick to get jealous. he can't help but seeing him as a rival and his instincts are quick to turn him possessive.