put her canine teeth in the side of my neck
yandere!alpha!yae miko x female!reader (ao3) (old ao3 reupload to tumblr)
Yae Miko takes an unhealthy interest in the new omega shrine maiden.
content; piv sex (reader receiving), knotting, dubious consent, tampering with medication, choking (reader receiving), possessiveness, mentions of breeding
words; 3099
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You’re praying to the Electro archon, your head lowered, and eyes closed. It’s your first day at the Grand Narukami Shrine, and you pray for good luck and fortune in your new life.
“A new face,” a woman’s voice startles you from your prayers. You glance behind you, and your breath stutters when you realize who it is. Soft pink hair and mischievous violet eyes.
“Guuji Yae,” you say, bowing your head to her. You keep your head lowered and eyes averted as you speak to her. You introduce yourself and then continue. “I- I’m a new shrine maiden in your service, it’s my first day.”
“In my service?” The Guuji repeats. Her voice is a little lower, like a purr. The Guuji’s scent is thick and sweet, cloying. She’s an alpha, which is only to be expected of a woman in such a high position. You’re sure that if you weren’t on suppressants, you may have been on your knees already. Her fingers find your chin as she gently guides your face up. “Look at me when I speak to you.”
“Yes, ma’am.” You meet her eyes; you’re trembling a little. Her gaze is half-lidded as she examines you, her eyes travel down your body before raising to meet yours again.
“Not ma’am, sweet thing,” The Guuji says. She seems amused by you. You suppress the shiver that wracks your body at her pet name; you can feel your cheeks heating. “Call me Miko.”
“Yes, Miko,” you mumble. It feels awkward referring to her by name. She’s an authority figure; surely you must treat her with some respect?
“I hope you find the shrine hospitable,” Miko says. She drops your chin and seems ready to leave you be, but then she pauses.
Miko sniffs the air, and her ears twitch. She seems to look at you with a renewed interest, her head tilted just so. Could she smell your pheromones? Your heart lurches for a moment, but there’s no way; you took your suppressants, you take them every day. Maybe you just smell bad? You want to sniff yourself, but figure it would be strange to do so in front of Guuji Yae.
Miko smiles at you, her canines flash. “Carry on then,” Miko says. She touches your shoulder as she walks past, her fingertips lingering longer than necessary.
You spend the next week or two getting used to life at the Narukami Shrine. The other shrine maidens teach you your new duties, and you settle in quite nicely. You’re able to set a nice schedule for yourself and begin to enjoy your duties.
You see Guuji Yae rarely; she seems quite a busy woman, with her publishing house in the city and her dealings with the archon herself. The few times you do see her, she takes great interest in you; you often feel her gaze lingering on you, following your every move. You chalk it up to her paying special attention to the new shrine maiden. Surely, she was just making sure that you were acclimating properly?
Every night, you take your suppressants; you time it so it's when the other maidens are washing up. It is not illegal or taboo for omegas to work, per se; actually, a lot of progressive work has been done to give omegas more freedom. That doesn’t mean you want your coworkers to know, especially not when you all sleep in the same area. Not everybody has pure intentions, and you’re aware, as an unmated omega, how dangerous your heats can be.
You take your dose, two pills, and wash them down with water. You seem to be running low, and gently you shake out the remaining pills, counting them out. You have enough for the next week, which is good. If you’ve been keeping track, your heat week is coming up, but you will need to restock soon, and the nearest pharmacy is quite a while away.
“You’re not with the others?” a familiar voice inquires from behind you.
You flinch violently, the bottle clattering from your hand and the pills rolling across the floor. Cursing, you scramble across the ground to gather the pills, wiping the dirt from them onto your uniform. You cannot afford to lose those precious pills now. When you glance up, Miko has grabbed the bottle, and she’s reading the label.
“Suppressants?” she questions, her ears twitch.
“Y-yes,” you mumble. Gods, you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole right now. What terrible timing. You keep your eyes on the ground as you stammer out an explanation. “I’m an omega, yes, but! I won’t let it get in the way of my work, I promise. I’m very diligent with my pills.”
“What did I say about looking at me when I talk to you?” Miko asks, you can hear the grin in her voice, but there’s also a coldness. She is a woman who expects obedience.
You lift your head. “S-sorry.”
“Don’t be so nervous, little one. I don’t discriminate here,” Miko says, there’s not a hint of surprise on her face. She examines the label of your pill bottle more closely. “You’re hardly the first omega to work here.”
Really? You hadn’t noticed any other omegas. Though you supposed you’d been hiding your status, so it only stood to reason that others would too.
“In any case, you look like you’re getting low. If you need me to, I can pick up some more from Inazuma City,” Miko offers.
You blink in surprise; you hadn’t expected that much kindness. “Ah! It’s okay! I can do it myself.”
“I insist,” Miko says. She presses the pill bottle back into your hand. “It would be no extra trouble for me, I already have business in Inazuma city after all.”
You cup your hand to pour the fallen pills back into the bottle. They’re smudged with grime, dirtying the white of them, but you can’t afford to be picky. You shove the pill bottle in your hiding place under your stacks of neatly folded uniforms.
“That’s very kind of you,” you finally respond to Miko. Her gaze lingers on where you’ve stashed the bottle, and then she looks over at you again.
Miko smiles at you. “It’s the least I can do.”
The next couple of days pass smoothly, for the most part. There are signs that your heat week approaches. You find your body running a little hotter than normal, and you become painfully aware of the feel of your clothing on you. The suppressants help with the bulk of the symptoms, but they are never perfect. The warmth will get worse, but soon the suppressants will kick in. It’s uncomfortable but not unmanageable; you’ll still be able to do your work.
It’s a somewhat slower day today, and so you spend some of your free time cleaning up the shrine, using a broom to clean up fallen petals and dust. Meanwhile, you seem to be burning even hotter. Your forehead is slick with sweat, and you’re shaking a little, grasping at the broom too hard. What’s going on? Your suppressants have never failed you before.
You set the broom against a wall, sneaking off to your room to your bottle of suppressants. You’re not supposed to take more than two a day, but you’re trembling, and a lewd heat is building inside you. You need to quell that heat before it gets out of control. You tilt two more pills onto your hand; they’re pristine white, and you swallow them.
You get back to work, trying to ignore the pricking of your skin. It’s getting far more intense, but you convince yourself that the pills will kick in soon, any minute now…
“Are you alright? You look pale.”
You jump at the voice. It’s just another shrine maiden; she looks at you, concerned. The shrine maiden touches your forehead without warning, and the contact makes you shiver; you bite back a shaky moan.
“You’re burning up!” she exclaims. “You should take the day off.”
“Yeah,” you mumble. That would probably be a good idea; you just needed to lie low for a bit until your suppressants did their magic. You were only putting yourself in danger out here.
You stumble back to the shrine maiden’s quarters. Fuck. Why weren’t your suppressants working? They had to start working soon, or things could get really bad for you. You fumble with the lid on the pill bottle, your palms slick with sweat. Just as you pop the lid, a sweet, cloying scent floods into the room. Your heart drops, and you throw yourself to the other corner of the room in a panic.
“Stay away from me!” You screw your eyes shut, curling yourself into a ball. No, this was the worst possible person who could see you like this. Not an alpha, not the Guuji Yae.
Yae Miko enters the room, and she pauses to grab the bottle you’ve dropped.
“Sweetling,” she says, just that word alone oozing with worry. “How many of these have you taken?”
“J-just four,” you say, trying to shrink in on yourself.
“That’s double the dose.” Her voice sounds closer, and the smell of her gets stronger, filling your nose. You can’t think straight, you feel dizzy. “You could really hurt yourself,” she pauses, you hear footsteps, and then her breath caresses your cheek. “Look at me.”
You open your eyes and almost flinch back at how close she is.
“This is no good, you’re in heat, aren’t you?” Miko says. You flush in embarrassment. “What would happen if someone were to find you like this? You know some of those shrine maidens are alphas, right? A defenseless omega like you would get eaten right up, wouldn’t you?”
“Ha-?” The next sound out of your mouth is a confused huff of a whine. Miko almost sounds delighted at that idea.
“Come along, I’ll take you somewhere safe,” she coos into your ear. Her hold on you is surprisingly strong; you would hardly be able to deny her in this state. You stagger along with her, your legs too weak to hold you up properly at this point.
“Y-you shouldn’t- it’s dangerous-“ you try to protest; you try to convey to her that maybe a beta or another omega should help you out.
“Nonsense, I’ve been around five hundred years. I know how to take care of an omega.” Miko continues down her path.
You don’t recognize the route she’s taking.
“W-where are we going?” you ask.
“My quarters,” Miko answers. “Aren’t you so lucky? Not many people get to visit.”
The two reach a door, and Miko is quick to shove it open, dragging you in behind her.
The door closes behind the two of you, and suddenly, you’re pushed up against it. Miko’s thigh finds its way between yours, and she grasps you, dragging you down to grind against her. The stimulation catches you off guard but is not unwelcome. All that needy heat that you’ve barely been able to constrain floods freely. You whimper, your fingers scrabbling for purchase on the folds of her clothing.
“Miko-” you whine her name, and you sound so needy you almost can’t recognize your own voice. Some rational part of your brain is screaming at you to stop her, that this isn’t appropriate, that she’s essentially your boss. But the omega part of your brain is screaming alpha, alpha, alpha. Your core throbs with arousal, and your body burns with need.
“Please,” you cry out. You grind yourself down on her, your breath hitching when you feel her bulge press against you. It’s not enough; the friction only adds to the heat tearing through your body. “Please, it hurts, Miko, please.”
“Shh, shh,” Miko shushes you, her hand curls in your hair, and her lips slot over yours. She kisses you hungrily, her tongue shoving into your mouth, claiming you fully. Her teeth brush against your lip, and you shudder. “I’ll fill you up, sweetling. I’ll make you feel so good.”
Miko pulls away from you, and you keen at the loss of her.
“Needy thing,” she murmurs. She hauls you over to the futon, her grip tight on you like she’s afraid you’ll run.
Miko shoves you onto the futon, and she is quick to follow, undressing herself as she approaches you. She climbs up on the bed to join you, skillfully divesting you of your shrine maiden uniform.
Her sharp claws hook under your undergarments and shear them off your body, leaving you bare for her. Miko grips your thighs, her claws pricking into your soft skin. She spreads you open for her, and you watch as her eyes dilate, her gaze heated as she admires you.
“Needy, desperate, pet,” she says. Miko leans over you, her fingers running through the wetness gathered between your legs. “Poor little omega, vulnerable and leaking for me.”
Miko nudges forward, the length of her rubs against your clit, missing your entrance and resting against your tummy. She’s big, and the size of her makes you shudder, from excitement or fear, you’re not sure.
“I’m going to fit all of this inside you,” she purrs, amusement glitters in her eyes. You whimper, your core clenching around nothing, and you squirm against her, so worked up. She grips you tighter, drawing pinpricks of blood. “Patience. You’ll have me.”
“Please,” you try again, the word cracking at the end. How does she still look so composed? How are you the only one, panting and desperate for her? It’s really not fair.
“Greedy,” she admonishes you, but she pulls back just enough to fit the tip of her cock against your entrance. She forces herself into you with one sharp thrust, and white pleasure sparks behind your eyelids as she bottoms out.
You gasp as she fills you, your legs twitching. Your back arches off the bed, your hips lifting to take her in more fully.
“So responsive. Is this too much for you?” she coos at you, but her soft demeanor belies her true intentions. Miko sets a brutal pace, fucking you with devastating precision. Each drag of her length inside you has you seeing stars. “So wet and tight, just for me. You were made for me, weren’t you?”
You nod dumbly, unsure if you’re even capable of proper speech right now. All you can focus on is the feel of her, the way she stretches you so perfectly; each thrust seems somehow to further inflame that burning desire inside you.
“Use your words, pet.” She punctuates that demand with a particularly cruel thrust.
“Y-yes, I was made for you. Fuck- Miko,” you pant and shudder against her.
“Hmm,” Miko hums contentedly, satisfied by your answer. She leans over you; her lips touch your neck as she lays kisses down it. The pressure of her canines against your throat is all the warning you get.
Miko’s teeth close on the crook of your neck, she breaks into that sensitive skin of your throat, and it hurts. You jerk against her instinctively, pain ripping through your body. Miko snarls in response, her teeth digging deeper and her hands clawing into you, holding you down. It hurts, it hurts so badly you’re seeing stars and then… a wave of heat throbs through you and you whine for her, lifting your chin to offer more of yourself up to her.
“Good girl,” she pants against your skin. She nuzzles into your neck, her tongue hot against you as she laps up the blood still oozing from your neck. “Don’t fight me. You’re mine. I’ll do what I want with you.”
Her body is flush against yours, her hips still rolling into you. Impossibly, her pace picks up. She’s no longer pulling out fully between thrusts, instead fucking into you shallowly. You can feel the thickest part of her start to swell; she’s getting close.
Miko slips a hand between your sweat-slicked bodies and presses against your clit, circling it just so. Your breath hitches, and you dig your fingers into her back, clinging to her as the pleasure begins to crest.
“Miko-” you cry out her name, and she rewards you with firmer pressure against your clit.
“Come for me,” Miko says, and then she kisses you, swallowing your moans as you come for her. You writhe against her, fingers clawing down her back as pleasure rolls over you in waves.
You’ve already come, but you need more from her; you need her to fill you up. You feel her twitch inside you, and she fills you with a warmth as she comes. The bottom of her cock swells until she’s firmly lodged inside you.
You can taste your blood on her teeth, and she kisses you insistently, forcing her tongue into your mouth. You feel impossibly full with her knot inside you, but it’s still not enough for Miko. She shifts forward, forcing her knot deeper into you until you gasp at the overstimulation.
“Do you feel better now?” she asks, her breath ghosting against your lips.
“Mmhm.” You nod. That unbearable heat has cooled, leaving only a pleasurable warmth from the friction of Miko’s knot.
Miko sits back a little, her gaze predatory as she takes you in. You’re sure you look a mess, blood still seeping from your neck, your lips swollen from her kiss.
“We’ll do this again when the knot goes down,” Miko promises. She palms the bulge she’s made in your tummy with a loving expression. “I’ll take you from the back this time, more likely to conceive that way. We’ll make such beautiful pups together.”
“Pups?” you squeak in alarm, and it’s like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on you. “I can’t- I don’t want to get pregnant- I’m not ready for that.“
Miko’s eyes narrow at you, and her hand curls viciously around your throat. She squeezes until your eyes tear up, and you can hear your own pulse pounding in your head. “Don’t lie to me. You want this. You want to be in my service, isn’t that what you said? You want to be filled by me, you want to belong to me, you want to have my pups.”
Her hand loosens on you just as your vision is beginning to dim, and as you gasp and choke for air, her eyes soften a little.
“Don’t cry.” She leans in, kissing away those tears that threaten to fall. “You’ll be happy, I’ll show you, you just don’t know it yet.”
