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Mizuki gets drunk surprisingly easily from just a bottle of beer and one strong shot of bourbon whiskey—which is great for when she’s about to break down over the most recent failed love interest of the week, but terrible for Chisato, who has to actually deal with said breakdown.
She’s lucky the other patrons at the bar are just as loud, just as unruly as the girl ugly-crying her make-up off her face, and Chisato has to count her stars that the only person looking their way is a concerned bartender and Kurumi, who scowls so hard a permanent shadow overcasts her eyes. When Mizuki, through all the crocodile tears and ruined eyeliner, asks the poor bartender for another shot of bourbon, both of them are quick to deny her.
Of course, this is met with immediate pushback.
“I deserve a drink! I deserve it!” Mizuki wails into the sleeve of Chisato’s (very new, very expensive) dress shirt, slobbering all sorts of snot on its fabric. “It’s not fair! I’m almost thirty— thirty! Could you believe it? And I haven’t found a good hunky Alpha in all of these years. That’s bullshit! Bologna! Someone call my lawyers!”
She’s twenty-seven, which, Chisato thinks, is a perfectly fine age to be unmated. In fact, she’d go on to argue that there’s no age limit to finding a hunky Alpha to sweep you off your feet, no matter if you’re twenty to two-hundred, but she’s not sure Mizuki would appreciate that commentary very much. She’s also not confident that Kurumi wouldn’t bring up the fact that Chisato herself was quite squarely mated, happily to the love of her life, since the age of eighteen; and the last time that was brought up, she almost lost an eye.
So instead of giving her any real response to work with, Chisato settles on patting Mizuki’s back and spewing out comforting white lies one would say when their friend is drunk beyond logical reasoning, on the cusps of fighting or falling in love with the next man that walks into the bar. Mizuki complains incoherently in the space of her neck, but there’s nothing more that would suggest a potential loss of a vital organ, so she counts this as a win in the end.
“Don’t worry, Mizuki,” Kurumi speaks up from her side of the bar. “I’m sure you’ll find someone dumb enough to mate you eventually. I mean, Chisato did, and she’s like, the worst when it comes to generally any category you’d want in a partner.”
Well, she would’ve counted that as a win. If Kurumi’s stupid mouth didn’t open up what was the Japanese equivalent of Pandora’s Box. Suddenly, fiery eyes and an accusingly pointed finger are on her, and she’s subjected to probably what would end up being the most mortifying ten minutes of her life. Great, this is great. This was how Chisato wanted to spend the end of the week. Truly, what an honor. What did she even do to deserve this?
She’d get that Kurumi back one day.
“Don’t even start with that!” Mizuki slurs. The stool beneath her quivers slightly, and Chisato has to hold her in place just so she won’t fall over. Instead of any form of appreciation, Mizuki grabs her shoulders, hard, and pushes their faces uncomfortably close. “I can’t believe you, of all people, got an Alpha before I did. You’re so… you! How? God, you are the most insufferable omega I’ve ever met in all my years, and somehow, you get a mate when you reach the threshold of adulthood. This whole thing is bullshit!”
She shakes Chisato with an intensity that leaves her dizzy, and it only stops when Kurumi grabs the back of her shirt and yanks her off through sheer will and determination. Chisato coughs the rest of her discomfort down her throat as Mizuki pounds her head on the table.
“Give me my youth back! Give me a six foot hottie willing to climb two radio towers to protect my virtue! I need someone wholly obsessed with me!”
Thankfully, finally , after a minute where Mizuki cries so much her tear ducts physically give up on her, she gathers just enough synapses to remain slightly bearable. Her fingers inch closer to a glass Kurumi smartly moves away as a kind bartender graciously offers them a bottle of water.
Though it takes an embarrassing amount of time, the full-on tantrum is reduced to… a steady, consistent sniffling. Mucus runs up and down her nose as dark lines trail her face, but Chisato can clean that up. This is a win. It is the biggest win of the night.
Kurumi at the very least has the decency to look bashful. As Chisato glares daggers right into her skull, she pulls her hands in surrender. “I thought I was being comforting! I didn’t know she’d get even more pissed. Come on, you know I’m bad at social cues!”
“Did we learn nothing last New Year's Eve? She almost killed me with a plastic spoon. A plastic spoon . She was going to scoop my damn eyes out!”
Ironically enough, it was thanks to Kurumi’s half-sober mouth that both situations ended like this. Why did she have to bring up Takina every time they talked about love? They’d avoid all risk of impending gouging if Kurumi would just steer clear of that topic!
“It’s just relevant to the conversation, alright?” Kurumi defends petulantly. “You’re just so… not the type of person to care about things like that. Could you blame us for being surprised that you were the first to get mated?”
If Chisato was just a little bit more cynical, she would’ve taken that as an insult.
“Like, you don’t have that vibe at all. And, no offense, but you’re not what I’d call a ‘normal’ omega.”
Okay, yeah, that was an insult.
“Are you seriously subscribing to that incredibly sexist Alpha-Omega dichotomy?” Chisato gasps with disgust. “Kurumi, I thought you were better than that.”
“Not what I said.”
“She means ,” Mizuki drunkenly interrupts, “that you don’t seem like someone who would partake in that traditional stuff. Uh, like, you— damn this is gonna suck in the morning —you like. You’re like… not someone we thought would even care about. When getting a mate. For getting a mate?”
“We didn’t take you for someone interested in romances,” Kurumi corrects.
“Yeah!”
Well, to be fair to them here, she wasn’t. She was all set to die at around eighteen for most of her life. Finding someone she fancied and dating them and actually, truly, being with them wasn’t ever something she seriously considered. It was only an incredibly serendipitous coincidence that she found Takina at the exact right moment.
Still, despite this, Chisato pouts. “It wasn’t exactly like I planned to find my soulmate the year I was expected to meet the business end of a tombstone. This is as much of a surprise to me as it is to you guys.”
“Oh blah blah blah ,” Mizuki groans, waving her hand carelessly around. “I’m sooooo sorry for you—being all in a loving mated relationship must really suck. Really sucks! I’m sorry that you get dick when you want to. Woe is me, you will be in my thoughts tonight.” She scoffs at her friend before chugging the water bottle in her hand and gesturing for another one. “These lovey-dovey couples are so annoying. They have the gall to complain about how happy they are. Come on, man, you’re living the dream!”
“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be, y’know!” Chisato argues weakly. “Even though life with Takina is good, there’s still some pretty heavy drawbacks to being in a bonded pair!”
Which is a lie. There really isn’t, but Chisato’s honor is on the line. Mizuki is just one heartbreak away from giving up on love and becoming a buddhist monk, and if she heard just how disgustingly happy Chisato actually was—it was too terrifying to think about. She shivers just picturing the inevitable clash.
“List them for me, then, genius,” Mizuki demands, glaring at her with the intensity of the sun. “ Please , I’d just love hearing about the downsides of being with your doting Alpha, who takes care of your every whim. Must be the worst thing imaginable.”
Oh, God, what were the downsides of being with Takina. The good sex? Homemade meals? Mizuki would kill her on the spot if she said that.
And Kurumi, that bastard, she’s laughing right at her! She’s even looking expectedly, as if she was interested in the answer! No way would that be right; Kurumi was as interested in mating rituals and secondary sexes as Mika was to women.
They’re doing it to spite her. They must be. She’s fallen into this trap like a deer to headlights. And Chisato can only do so much before she walks right into the road.
“Well— uh —for starters,” Chisato frantically searched around her surroundings, praying for a flying object to hit her head and get her out of this situation. “I…uh—y’know, think. We have, um, too much sex?”
It’s true, in hindsight. The day she bonded with Takina was also the day she lost her virginity, and it only spiraled out of control from there. Takina was always so relentless when it came to rising and grinding, with a high libido that matched exactly the energy typical of a trained assassin. If they weren’t having a round first thing in the morning, then it was a quickie somewhere in the afternoon. And if it wasn’t in the afternoon, then Chisato could count her precious hours of sleep goodbye. Seriously, her lust was insatiable!
And though there are several arguments she could come up with on why having such an active sex life was bad, from the way Mizuki’s hands were inching closer and closer towards her neck, Chisato doesn’t think she has enough time to explain them all before she dies of asphyxiation.
“Why you!”
“Mizuki, wait! Give me a second to explain!” Chisato yells out, just in time to miss the vengeful force of Mizuki’s wrath. Kurumi, once again, holds her back with the collar of her shirt, but from the way her hands struggle to keep their grip, they both know that won’t last forever.
She needs to diffuse this faster.
“Come on, imagine it for a second,” Chisato urges, holding Mizuki’s shoulder with one hand while the other secures her wrists. “It’s so hard to keep up with an Alpha when it comes to things like that, right? Like, for example, when Takina gets into one of her ruts, we don’t leave the bedroom for at least a few days. I have to fight her just so that we eat and all that. I even have to call in for that long. It’s like taking care of a big, horny dog!” She cringes at the comparison. “And then, I have to figure out how to trick her long enough so that I can take some contraceptives. When she’s all rut-crazy, she won’t let me go near a birth control pill.”
It’s an uphill battle just asking Takina for a break. She has to wrestle Takina into waiting for her to cook a meal before they start having sex again, and with the Alpha strenght she’s gained over the years—that’s not an easy feat.
Mizuki, remarkably, considers her words for a second. The tension in her arms relaxes as Chisato’s grievances sink in.
That was a good sign. Second win of the night.
“You think having a lot of sex would be fun, but it’s so exhausting!” She elaborates further. “You’re all out of breath, sweaty, and you haven’t showered for at least twenty-four hours, and you’re asking for just five minutes to take care of yourself, but they don’t listen!”
Kurumi whistles from behind. “Didn’t know Takina had it in her.”
“Yeah, it’s frustrating! It’s really cute in the long run, but when she’s giving me such a kicked puppy face after I’ve said no to, like, the thirtieth round, it makes me feel so bad. And then I have to help her and we end up doing it until the sun comes up.”
Chisato may be a first Lycoris, but even she had her limits. It was insane how much an Alpha’s sense of control dimmed in those situations. Takina was usually smart and cunning to a fault, but when her rut hits, her brain might as well be nonexistent.
Mizuki hums unevenly for a bit, playfully swirling her hair back and forth as she listens. “That does. That does…ugh, seems like it would suck. Like. Oh man. I—I can’t imagine going at it. For like, that…long. Jeez, I’d probably get so pissed!”
Kurumi nods in agreement.
“And the worst part,” Chisato continues on, grateful that the situation had finally settled down, “is that Takina isn’t exactly small . She’s ginormous! When we were younger, her dick could fit into a pair of panties no problem. But now, she’s gotten so big her boxers don’t even fit her anymore. Do you know how hard it is to get that thing inside me? It’s like trying to squeeze a goddamn monster truck into a residential road!”
This is probably a bit too much information to share, but to her credit, she’s a bit tipsy. Not as utterly inebriated as Mizuki is, just enough that her mouth comes loose.
“And another thing—”
“Chisato.”
As quick as lightning, dread shoots into her nervous system.
Oh.
Oh no.
She can recognize that voice anywhere. Slowly, achingly slow, Chisato turns around, praying despite herself that the person behind her isn’t—
“Hello Takina,” Kurumi says, nonchalant, as if she hadn’t just heard about the size of her overgrown dick. “How are you doing this fine Friday evening?”
The fates really do hate her.
Takina greets Kurumi curtly, mutters a small and shallow reply, and it’s evidently only out of ingrained politeness. Her eyes throughout stay on Chisato with precision, and she doesn’t know if the fire within them is out of love or rage.
She hopes it’s the former, but from the way Takina grabs her hand and pushes her up onto her feet, she might be hoping for too much.
“I’m taking Chisato home,” Takina states calmly, and Chisato has to wonder just how much of the conversation she heard for her voice to be that icy. “It’s around midnight, so I’d suggest you and Mizuki go home, too. Give me Chisato’s bill tomorrow.”
She doesn’t wait for a response as she drags Chisato outside, to the parked car just on the curb of the bar’s entrance.
Oh. Oh boy.
The ride starts off incredibly awkwardly. Takina focuses on the road ahead of them while Chisato squirms in her seat, fiddling with the skim of her skirt. She contemplates turning on the radio, just to fill the unbearable silence that seeps into the atmosphere, but Takina’s peripheral gaze keeps her from moving even a finger.
Her hair hides her eyes, and the way she grips the wheel is tense and tight, as if she were choking it out. Takina hits the gas pedal a bit too hard, and they must be speeding, because Chisato can’t even register more than the neon lights that pass them.
Dear lord, it’s unbearable. She wants to pull her hair out and run away from the rest of the world and hide from everything. She chants a curse upon her dear friends, praying that whatever God out there would age them seventy years into the future by the time they see each other the next day. Maybe then would Kurumi finally be able to enter a bar without an ID.
Suddenly, as she stews in the hilarity of wrinkly old Kurumi, Takina asks, “How is Mizuki?”
It snaps Chisato out of her paralysis. Takina doesn’t look at her as she talks, but Chisato still feels a rush of embarrassment and shame blast her nerves.
“She’s, uh, doing good,” She answers weakly, keeping her eyes low on her shoes. “Same old Mizuki with the same old problems. She’s getting up there in age and, well, y’know how it is with the graying generation. I’m sure she’d be happy to explain if you asked her tomorrow..”
Takina shakes her head. “I’d rather not get mauled.”
They settle back into an uncomfortable silence that makes Chisato want to jump out her seat. She was never good at staying put, and she hates the air they’ve created in the car. She didn’t do anything wrong, damnit! She wasn’t even the one to bring up her own love life!
Before she can open her mouth to fill the space, Takina begins speaking again. “What were you guys talking about?”
Uh-oh. Now that was a loaded question.
Her concentration stays on the shine of her shoes as she answers Takina. “Oh, you know, her failing love life and all that fun jazz,” She twirls her hair in her fingers as she continues. “She was crying because someone stood her up again yesterday—by the guy from the cafe. The big dude with the really long face, remember?”
“Vaguely.”
Chisato nods. “He asked her out last week and totally flaked on their date. And I just had to support her, right? It’s like an omega connection! No man left behind, stuff like that.”
Takina hums slightly, turning left onto a main road and speeding up again. “Is that all?”
Oh, is that all? No, of course that wasn’t all! Chisato is sure she’s walking into a trap again. Takina had to know what they were discussing right before she came. But admitting it now would be like waving a white flag and admitting defeat, and there’s no way that’s happening. Chisato turns her head stubbornly to the car’s side window and forces all her annoyance into a mean looking pout.
She wouldn’t be able to face Takina if she had to tell the truth. It’s mortifying enough that she had to spill that much to Kurumi and Mizuki of all people, but having her Alpha know that she thinks her dick is just too big to fit inside her? Chisato would rather dig her grave.
“Some other stuff here and there,” Chisato lies, “But that was mostly it.”
Again, Takina hums in reply. They get to a street she recognizes well, and Chisato feels elation that she’s finally close to home; she can forget about this terrible, terrible discussion, and all the stupid things she’s said in defense of her dignity. The conversation dies down just enough that a false sense of security settles in, and there won’t be any more uncomfortable talks for the rest of the night.
That was her first mistake.
Takina parks in the garage of their shared apartment, and Chisato moves to open her side of the door. But before she can step one foot into the reassuring ground of the outside world, Takina takes her wrist and pulls her back in.
“That was mostly it?” She asks, and Chisato knows she’s smirking in that incredibly arrogant, cocky way Alpha’s smirk when they want to fuck their omegas. “Are you sure that was it?”
Oh God, she knows . Chisato doesn’t dare speak. Her voice wouldn’t come out even if it wanted to. She fails to respond.
“Oh, but I’m pretty sure I heard you brag about my size,” Takina says innocently, as if they were talking about the daily news and not her fucking gigantic dick. “What did you say about it? Something about monster trucks fitting in residential roads?”
Her ears grow bright red as all the alcohol in her body leaves her. Chisato curses her big fat mouth and the fates and Takina and Mizuki and everything in between.
“I wasn’t bragging,” She weakly argues. “It was just—it really is big, alright? Every single time we have sex, it’s like I’m being split open!” She covers her face with her hands. This was the worst day of her life. “You’re so annoying!”
Chisato shifts in her grasp, but Takina doesn’t relent. Instead, she pulls them further together, until Chisato is forced to look at her.
Takina doesn’t mince her words. “Get on my lap.”
“ What? ”
“I want you right now,” She reasons, unbuckling her belt with strikingly fast precision. “You were so cute complaining that I got horny. Take responsibility.”
Chisato sputters incoherently as Takina stretches to grab the back of her thighs. In one movement, she’s on top of Takina in the driver seat of their car, right above the growing bulge that presses up against her legs.
Not good. Not good, not good, not good.
“Is there at least a condom in the car?” She whines indignantly.
Takina kisses the edge of her jaw. “None that I ever packed.” She undoes the buttons on Chisato’s shirt, ripping the string off their seams and exposing her breasts. “I’m sure we’ll be fine, though.”
“I could get pregnant, idiot!”
There’s a moment of hesitation before Takina stares straight at her. A flicker of worry flashes through her eyes before they disappear entirely, resolutely. “That’s fine,” She decides, shifting for space in order to free her cock. Chisato feels so starstruck by her answer that she doesn’t really notice until the head of Takina’s dick touches her inner thigh. “I think we’d be fine. You’d be a good mother. I’d take care of us.”
Just who is this reckless fool?
It sounds crazy, absolutely crazy, and Chisato is even crazier because she likes that idea. Dear Lord, she imagines it well; their little cozy home, in a nice little suburban life they could never dream of, where Takina protects them with all her might. It’s the omega inside herself that yearns for this so much, it must be.
Takina would be so sincere with their child. She’s getting persuaded. Takina didn’t even say much, but she’s already changing her mind.
They need to set their affairs straight. They need to find money to move into a bigger place and figure out what the best preschools are and read all about parenting.
Her Alpha is demanding a family. She won’t deny Takina. There’s no way she’d deny her.
“Plan a bit better,” Chisato musters out, pushing them apart, “And I’ll let you get me pregnant by the end of this month.”
She has a semblance of rationality left, though. They need to go into this a bit smarter.
Takina kneads her pink nipples tenderly with one hand, reaching under Chisato’s skirt with the other, idly pulling down her underwear. “You don’t have faith in me?” she asks, touching the lips of her sex with slow, steady fingers. Chisato jolts abruptly, whimpering soft little moans, which only further excites Takina. “You don’t believe your Alpha wouldn’t protect you from anything the world threw at us? That’s an insult. You’ve hurt my pride.”
She licks the nape of her neck lovingly as Chisato feels the air hit her cunt. This is happening, Chisato is going to get raw dogged in the middle of a parking lot. Her body shakes as Takina’s hand explores the expanse of her skin.
“I would do anything for you. How could you not understand that? There is nothing more precious to me than you,” Takina sighs dreamily. “I can’t stop imagining it. Our child would be so cute. Your eyes would suit them. You have pretty eyes.”
“That’s not the concern here!” She whines. “We have to put all our effort into parenting if we do this. We’d have to work a lot more, and there’s things we need to be prepared for, and I’m gonna get fat and ugly!”
These issues don’t seem to deter Takina in the slightest, evident by the way she pulls Chisato up and lines herself to her opening. No, oh no, Takina is more than firm in her decision, and she wants this more than anything she has ever wanted in her life, and there is nothing that can stop her besides Chisato.
It’s cute, so cute, and Chisato finally accepts that she’s going crazy when the tip of her cock splits her open and she finds herself agreeing to the nature of their situation.
It’s good raw. Having unprotected sex is her most shameful turn on, and Chisato knows that if anyone ever discovered that horrifying part of her, she’d have to go into hiding and never return to the light of day. But it’s true—she likes being able to feel Takina, and an even more deprived part of her likes the heat in her stomach when Takina finally comes. If it weren’t for birth control, she knows she would’ve gotten pregnant five times over already.
“You’d still look amazing no matter what,” Takina argues, gently pulling her down to the base of her dick. The burn hurts so well, and Chisato bites her tongue just to keep herself sane. “I have money. And if we need more, then I’ll work twice as much. I want this. I want this so much. Please?”
Oh, how could she possibly say no?
This is her problem! How could someone be so cute? How could she possibly refuse a request from Takina when she was being so earnest?
This is so unfair!
“ Fine ,” Chisato groans out. She relents, she approves, she lets Takina do whatever she wants. It’s not bad. Of course, it’s amazing, because Takina is loving and they’ve had sex over a million times at this point, and now they’re trying for a baby. Because they’re stupid and in love and this is how people that are stupid and in love behave.
This is fine. Takina eases into her insides, and there is something so addicting about the way her dick stretches her out.
She kisses the line of Chisato’s neck as they accommodate their position. And the wait takes so long that Chisato can’t decide if she wants to catch her breath or ask for more.
It doesn’t matter in the end, not when Takina thrusts up so roughly she can see the world spin on its axis.
“Takina!”
“You’re so tight,” Takina seethes out roughly, grabbing Chisato’s thigh in a vice-like grip. She moves up and down, in a steady rhythm that has them both reeling as Takina eyes the place where they connect. “So pretty. I want a baby. Take everything I give you, alright?”
And there’s nothing Chisato can really do except take whatever Takina gives her. She wraps her arms around Takina’s head as the pressure in her stomach becomes more unbearable.
Good, good, great, oh God!
Chisato can’t stop the moans that leak out her throat, and there’s an orgasm that gets closer and closer. Takina is a beast, who won’t give her even a second for air, and there is nothing in the universe that could stop her from her goal.
“I love you, I love you,” Takina chants weakly, as she keeps going at a punishing pace. “I want a baby, I want you, I want to be together forever. You won’t be able to run away from me ever again. I’ll chain you to me. I’ll make sure we’ll be fine.”
And there’s something so vulnerable about her, that at that moment, Chisato forgets her impending climax all in favor of holding Takina close.
“Yes,” Chisato whimpers, “I won’t ever run away from you. Don’t worry, don’t worry, oh Takina, you never have to worry about that ever again.”
Involuntarily, she tightens her grip on Takina’s cock as the pressure within her gets harder and harder to ignore. Chisato is close, so close she can feel the beginning of her orgasm creep up on her with gritted teeth.
Takina bites the skin of her shoulder hard enough to bleed out, but the pain doesn’t even register. Not when Takina hits her in just the right spot—Chisato feels herself crumble in her arms.
“Take it all, take it, alright?” Takina says eagerly. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come inside you, is that alright? I want a baby so much. Get pregnant. I’ll take care of everything else, I promise. I promise.”
“I trust you. I trust you, Takina, it’s fine. Of course we’ll be okay. You love me that much. You’ll love us that much, right?”
She doesn’t need an answer. Takina grabs Chisato’s breast as leverage as she pushes up, further and further, until she’s sure she’s right near her womb.
And it all really breaks down when Chisato comes, because her insides squeeze Takina’s cock viciously. She drags everything out of Takina. She takes what Takina gives her, and if it ends with a child, then so be it.
Takina would take responsibility.
The heat that greets her body is comforting. Chisato welcomes it. She tries to catch her breath as Takina pulls out of her.
Slowly, Takina tightens her hold on Chisato. She weaves her hands through her hair as they try to regain energy.
“You’re cruel,” Chisato mutters tiredly. She tidies up her loose buttons and hikes her underwear back into place. There’s a wetness that now exists that she has to deal with through the rest of the walk. Ugh.
She opens the driver’s door on Takina’s side, desperate to get out. Her feet, however, wobble for support as soon as she touches the pavement. She ends up face-first on the concrete of the parking lot.
“This is why I wanted to go home first!”
Takina has the decency to look embarrassed as she moves to pick her up. “You didn’t say anything, though! This was a two-person decision!”
“You were so insistent! This isn’t my fault!”