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“I’m your alpha, bitch.”
Shigeru was confused. But more than that, he was angry. He was angry. He was angry that this this man had followed him, spied on him, ruined his things. And then, he didn’t even have the decency to explain himself, explain why he was stalking him, why he’d terrorized him. Shigeru was confused, yes, but he was also pissed as hell.
“What… What does that even mean? Who the fuck are you? Why won’t you leave me alone?” He demanded, storming up to the savage before him, fear forgotten.
You could say Shigeru was smart. You could say he was brave, too. However, in that moment, he was only one of those things, when he would’ve benefited from the other more.
The brute’s hand snaps at his wrist like a snake, wrenching him forward.
Unprepared, and stunned by the sudden pain, there’s nothing Shigeru can do to stop himself from losing his balance, falling into his attacker’s hard and unyielding chest. Before he can recover, an arm wraps around his waist, pinning him. The grip on his wrist is harsh and bruising as he tries and fails to pull away from the man, barely even moving the freakishly large hand.
“It means,” he says, staring down at Shigeru, suddenly feeling much smaller in his clutches, “that you belong to me.”
Sickness stirs in Shigeru’s stomach, a feeling that was quickly starting to feel far too familiar since he began braving the forest. “Let go,” he demands, but it comes out shaky and quiet. He tries to muster any scrap of bravery he has left from his earlier burst of anger, tries to steady his breathing. “Let go!”
The bastard smirks. His canines look… awfully sharp. “You’ve got a lot to learn, omega,” he growls, looking almost excited, “I can’t wait to teach you.”
The hand on Yahaba's hip crawls up as he speaks, til it rests behind his neck. And as the man, the alpha, pulls him forward, he bares his sharp teeth, tilts his head, and bites.
Yahaba screams until his throat goes raw, until his breath runs out. He doesn't even realize he's crying until he has to breathe, and dimly recognizes the presence of a tongue at his wound, lapping up blood. When the pressure on the back of his neck gives, palm letting sweaty skin breath, Shigeru feels his legs quiver, before giving out. The brute lets him fall to his hands and knees. But just as soon as he's on the ground, a fist in his hair pulls him up sharply.
Snot-nosed, red faced, he’s forced to stare up at his attacker with teary eyes.
“Your alphas name is Kyoutani Kentarou,” he states, not an ounce of empathy in his eyes as he looks down on him. “Let's make sure you remember that, bitch.”
Kentarou's free hand moves to loose his belt buckle, as Shigeru watches, broken. His pants and furs fall away, and even flaccid, his cock is a monster. Just looking at it is harrowing. It looks thick enough that Shigeru would only just be able to wrap his hand around it, though, mercifully, only slightly longer than his own length. Kentarou’s hand traces his jawline as Shigeru whimpers pathetically, almost a caress, before he forces his thumb in, prying his mouth open. He guides Shigeru to his crotch, until it's all he can see, the thick musk all he can smell.
“Use your tongue, if you know what’s good for you.”
Shigeru hesitates for but a moment, and Kentarou growls, thrusting forward. The hardening cock enters his mouth, uncaring of his gagging.
“Use. Your. Tongue. Or should I take your ass instead?”
With a broken sob, muffled by the cock, Shigeru begins working his tongue along the shaft. It’s not skilled by any means; he hasn’t even met any other men in his life, so far as he could remember, let alone had any sexual experiences with any. Kentarou gives a frustrated sigh, but seems satisfied with his effort.
“That’s a good bitch. Keep at it, omega.”
It isn’t exactly confidence budding in Shigeru, or at least he wouldn’t want to call it that, but he picks up in pace regardless. As his tongue lathers against the underside of the cock, he can feel Kentarou’s pulse, and the sensation briefly raises bile in his throat. But the cock continues to harden despite his distaste for it. At some point, the thumb leaves his mouth, Kentarou apparently secure in the idea that Shigeru wouldn’t dare bite him. And he’s right. Shigeru only closes his lips around the length, taking the cue to suck at it. Kentarou grunts with appreciation, and Shigeru’s stomach twists harder than it had ever before.
“You’re learning. Good,” Kentarou affirms, “but not fast enough.”
As Shigeru inhales in terror, Kentarou pulls completely out, and in one swift movement, slams back in, crotch slapping against his lips, cockhead brushing against the back of his throat. Again, the thumb finds it’s place holding his teeth back in light of Shigeru’s violent gagging, forcing his mouth open as he struggles to breathe amidst the violent motions.
And then, it stops. Kentarou shuddering, as the shaking boy in front of him feels his knot forming in his mouth, confused and crying and drooling. ‘Just like an omega should be,’ he thinks, smiling cruelly. They said it’d feel like this. Said the act of domination over the omega meant for him would be the most amazing thing he ever felt. That there was nothing like claiming a bitch. His bitch. His girl.
“What a good slut you’ve been,” he says, and comes. He doesn’t let Shigeru pass out until he’s sure he’s swallowed.