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Ichiyo would have bet all the money in her pocket that the man before her had been an Alpha… no he was just a wolf.

Warnings: smut, age gap, swearing, Higuchi x DILF

Notes: here’s your Fukuzawa and Higuchi fic idk why but this came to mind first. Only term used is Alpha not beta, omega etc. I aint getting into that hole

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Ichiyo I didn’t like to presume another Wolf’s rank, especially when they were older than her.

She didn’t like to presume because people often thought she was low ranked, thought she was just this weak thing Alpha’s would walk all over.

It wasn’t like the humans didn’t do that, wasn’t like those who didn’t have something beneath their skin didn’t think of her as less.

Though it amused her, Mori never once questioned her skills… though that might be because she bit him when she was younger- in her defence he had just sliced open her grandfather's throat- but he had never downplayed her abilities, never once questioned her role in the organisation he'd overtaken.

So why everyone else deemed her unimportant? Who fucking knows.

She shook her head, thoughts no longer clouding her mind as she wandered through the small bar, following a scent like the dog she was.

It was a nice smell- something woodsy, hinted with cinnamon.

It was always a treat to find another wolf- they weren’t extinct or anything but for the most part it was a clan-based power, something so far beneath the skin that having an ability on top of it made it easier to hide some days.

She was stronger, faster, could hear, taste and smell better.

But of course, only Mori knew that she had an ability and Mori was the only Wolf in the port mafia she’d ever snapped at- ever shown her hand too. Sometimes she thinks she should do the same to Hirotsu, another wolf who thought she was below him… though he was much older compared to her.

The downside to being a wolf was heats. A feeling that was hard to ignore and regardless of her feelings towards a mortal man and since she wasn't taken and he'd never... aided her (why would he? Akutagawa doesn't know what she is) she found solace in finding people who would forget about her later- it made it easier.

Ichiyo paused beside a table, head tilting as she took in the man who had been calmly sipping his sake. Metallic blue eyes l locked on her just as her rich brown had.

Of all the scents to follow. Of all the scents to ignite that pool of heat in her belly.

How on earth did she find herself with him- he had to be an Alpha as well and two Alpha’s in heat were bad news.

“President.” She said, blinking owlishly at him, his scent spiked the second she said his title.

This was a bad idea. She needed to turn around and leave the bar, leave the man to his drinking… they were the only wolves here after all.

“Higuchi- correct?”

“Yes.”

“What are you doing here?”

Could he not smell it? Did he not notice how enticing he was at current- hell even the normal human women in the corner were drooling over him.

“Wanted a drink… caught a scent instead.”

His nose twitched, eyes widening slightly like it had just hit him.

She was breathing slowly, keeping calm and collected as she spoke to Yukichi Fukuzawa.

“Ah.”

Really white wolf? Just ah.

“I should go.”

“Have a drink.” The words were out his mouth before he had thought them by the look on his face.

She cocked her head to the side.

“Two alphas aren’t a good combination.” She sniffed, ready to accept defeat. If he fought her he’d win- human or wolf.

The look on his face told her he had no idea what she meant. Of course, she didn’t look like she could lead a pack (she did but that was a different story) but that just made people underestimate her which she supposed was a good thing.

“I’m not an alpha.” He said quietly. “But I wouldn’t mind a drinking companion.”

She blinked. Seriously?

She slowly moved into the chair across from him.

“You aren’t?”

“You are?” He laughed.

“Yes. Let me guess you don’t believe it?”

“My line of work didn’t have me around other wolves very often. I can't say I’ve spoken to a pack leader that wasn’t my own before.” He admitted. "Even then- I'm no longer in a pack so I do not have need of an Alpha."

A cup appeared before her suddenly, sake already present.

“So when Mori called you a lone wolf… he meant it?” Fukuzawa nods.

"He wasn't always a wolf-" The president began.

“I’m the one that bit him.” The admission was out before she thought more if it. Fukuzawa hummed, if he was surprised he didn’t show it. “He’d just killed my grandfather and I was an angry brat with fuck all control... whoops.”

She found his laugh did something to her- a fluttery feeling in her chest.

"That would be why he never told me how he turned then."

"No one wants to admit defeat by thirteen-year-old girl." She shrugged, bringing the beverage to her lips.

"Your grandfather... was he...?" She already knew what the question was and she'll admit surprise not even Hirotsu has figured it out.

"The old boss?" He nods. "Yes. Mori was going to keep me in the mafia no matter what- a big fuck you to the old man."

"Now he really can't get rid of you." Fukuzawa laughed again.

"Nope... means I can give him orders though... if you ever need some blackmail on him."

"I'll remember that." And he would, she could scent no lies in that regard.

"Good sake." She said after a beat of silence.

"Yes." They didn't know what to do now, a lull of awkward tension settled. "I come here often for it."

She should have left beforehand, being so close when he smelt so good and they were both in heat was going to be a disaster.

How was he so calm... was it because he was older? Did they get easier when you neared middle age? Was it like menopause did it just fucking stop?

Downing the last of her drink she stood, hand digging through her bag for some yen to give the older man.

"I should go- thanks for the drink." She nodded, passing him the money she had found.

His eyes seemed to darken just that little bit as he raised his hand to push hers away.

"No need, it's on me."

His hand was still touching hers.

She should pull away first, but his scent was getting stronger and no doubt hers was too.

~~*~~

She really should have left the second she'd found out who's scent she had followed. Ichiyo really needs to learn that sometimes running away is a good thing.

But who was she to complain when the older man's mouth was on hers, when their clothes were nowhere in sight- strewn across his dining room floor.

Who was she to complain when she had a sword master's body pressed against her own, lifting her up with such ease that she practically moaned into his mouth.

Next thing Ichiyo knows she's on a bed, his bed, with no intention of leaving it any time soon. She heaved, watching him with wide dilated eyes. She was surrounded by his scent and while she would prefer to leave hers on the men she slept with she couldn't deny how nice his was... how similar it was to her own- earthy and warm.

She rolled them, the president of the Armed Detective Agency now beneath her- his head hitting the pillows with a soft thud. His eyes were just as dilated as her own.

"You want control?" He questioned, quiet enough to not ruin the mood- how could it? His voice was practically liquid sex right now.

"I want pleasure." She replied, rolling her hips against his own- she was soaked and he wasn't even inside her yet. At least he was hard she supposed, she could feel just how much he wanted her right now with each little movement.

"That I can give."

"This isn't a good idea is it?" She asked, leaning forward, her nails dragging down his toned stomach towards his cock. He hissed as her hand wrapped around him- shit he was big, not that it mattered in the long run, good dick was good dick.

"No, it isn't." His hands rest on her thighs, nails digging into her skin.

"So long as no one finds out I suppose." She sucked in a breath as she settled back, a deliciously painful stretch following until she was fully seated. She moaned.

He let her choose the pace, a sentiment she appreciated but she knew she'd grow bored of if this ever happened again (she shook that thought away faster than it came). Her hands were flat on his stomach, fingers digging into the firm line of abs he'd had hidden beneath his usual Yukata as she lifted her hips and dropped down until she was flush against him. His fingers dug into the fat of her thighs, nails biting her skin and leaving moon shaped marks in their wake.

She'd be bruised for sure.

She felt him raise his knees behind her, giving her some leverage and somehow going so much deeper. Ichiyo swore as he bucked upwards and growled. Brown eyes stared down at blue as she pushed herself back against his thighs, one hand moving towards her clit while the other grasped her breast.

Well, if the male hadn't been turned on before (which he absolutely had been) he certainly was now as his scent permeated the air and she's sure hers had surged right back as a wave of pleasure overcame her. One orgasm down.

The next thing Ichiyo knows she's on her back again, the larger man towering over her, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist as he began thrusting- just that bit faster than she had been.

He growled, mouth trailing over her jaw, her neck, her chest- tongue darting to swirl around her nipple before doing the same to the other.

She snarled back as her nails dug into his skin, no not dug, clawed. She could feel the marks she was leaving behind as his hips moved against hers.

She wouldn't admit it out loud, but this was the best heat yet. Who knew she just needed to get into the ADA President's pants for a good fuck.

His lips met hers again with urgency, muffling both of their moans- just in case anyone heard them, questioned them.

Ichiyo raised a hand, tangling it in his silver hair as another hard thrust sent her spiralling. Fuck every movement was driving her insane, maybe it was the sake, maybe she was just delirious from her heat but... she had no idea how long they'd been at it.

Fukuzawa pulled away just as another orgasm was approaching and smirked. Stupid middle-age-man stopping her mid-

He flipped her, chest pressing into the soft cotton sheets where his smell overwhelmed her senses- in the best way. Her hands grabbed at his sheets, nails most likely cutting through the fabric as he enters her once more.

"Fuck." She whined as his thrust had her face pressing into his pillow.

His hands were on her waist, her hip, pulling her back against him with every thrust and maybe it was just her imagination, but she could have sworn he was going deeper.

He was leaning over her now, one hand still gripping her hip, the other holding his weight right beside her head though his forehead was now resting between her shoulder blades.

One sharp roll of hips after the other and she could feel herself tumbling, growling at the older man above her, taking her quite literally like a bitch in heat. She growled at the feeling of teeth along her back.

"No teeth President." Her teeth clacked together in warning- he grunted in return as another hard thrust pressed her into the pillows.

"Sorry." He huffed out against her skin.

She whimpered, that well of heat and pressure in her lower belly was returning again and going by the less rhythmic thrusts of the sword master he was close too.

"Good-fuck." She groaned out as white began to speckle her vision, her body falling limp in the man's hold as he pulled away- his release spilling across her lower back.

She heaved out a breath as her body melted into the bed- Fukuzawa now having padded towards his bathroom to get a washcloth to clean them both up with. He returned in no time to clean her up (how nice of him) before returning with the washcloth to the bathroom once more.

With a huff she sat up, eyeing the room for her clothes before remembering that they were practically thrown about his home.

"Do you need anything?" Fukuzawa questioned as he pulled on a robe.

"To find my clothes." She barked out a laugh and stood slowly (legs wobbling just that bit but she wouldn't say that aloud).

"Wait here."

So she did.

Not even five minutes later and she was dressed and ready to sneak her way out of the ADA dormitory- or whatever the complex was.

"Goodbye." She said nodding to the man- leaving a hook up was always the most awkward part. At least he nodded back, some recognition that this was irregular for them both.

And so Ichiyo left the home, footsteps feather light as she snuck out of the ADA's complex hoping to whatever god that no one noticed her- it was one am hopefully no one did.

How unfortunate it was that she didn't see the vibrant green eyes scrutinizing her from above.

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