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i can’t believe some people have the fucking audacity to bring others down to feel better about themselves. even when we know HE ISNT SATISFIED WITH HIMSELF. just what type of person does that? honestly i don’t understand so i’m sharing this today, because although it may get lost in thousands of others i need others to see it. so,

han jisung,

please, please never listen to them. they are wrong, you have thousands of people who love and adore you because you are YOU.

first, you are handsome, beautiful, adorable and anything you ever want to be. your eyes shine with hope even on the darkest of days and it brings light to everyone else. your smile is contagious, your lips form into a heart shape that is absolutely adorable, just seeing you smile, seeing you looking truly happy is enough for me. that’s what you deserve in your life.

your hair, oh my god where do i start, how badly would i love to touch it, to run my fingers through your always fluffy hair. you are such a beautiful human being i don’t know how you’re real.

second, at just 18 years old look how far you’ve come in life. we don’t deserve someone so damn talented, i love listening to your rap when new songs come out, it’s so captivating with your lyrical style and such a bop when you spit fire.

not only can you rap but you can sing, and i don’t know how but it is something just amazing to listen to, you can reach those high notes after you practice for so long. and i know how much you work, i know, and i don’t want you to overwork yourself. the lyrics you and the other members come up with are so meaningful and thought out, sometimes i wonder if you have the whole world figured out at such a young age. you write to tell a story, to send a message, to make others feel better. and trust me, it really works.

although it may be looked over by others, your dancing is amazing. you just flow with the music and you work with it so well. you can master anything and everything when you try your best, and i know you do everyday.

i hope you know others care for you, that you’re being loved everyday, i hope you eat and rest well and always remember to take care of yourself. i hope you know how much i love you, how much WE love you. there were so many times when i wasn’t feeling too well that day but just seeing your smile or listening to your voice? instantly better. just the other week i was having a bad day, literally yelling at everyone. i pressed shuffle play on my playlist and your rap during get cool just shoved a smile on my face no matter how hard i attempted to make it go away.

i hate that you aren’t happy with yourself, because i am, i am so happy you exist, so happy that i can wake up and listen to your voice. look at your photos, knowing i may never see you in real life breaks my heart everyday but i know you bless those who have that chance.

i know you don’t post much on instagram, maybe your scared? not happy with how you look? and just the thought of that hurts me so much, your photos are so cute, so adorable no matter what you do. later on i hope to see more

you are so caring, so thoughtful of everyone around you, know that. i need to know that you know. i wish i could tell you in person, i wish so badly i could hold your hands and tell you that i won’t let anyone hurt you. that you are so talented, and beautiful and kind. you’re so kind. you may not even realize it.

what would i give to make sure you know all this

anything

anything and everything

because you deserve it, i don’t give a shit about what anyone else says, and neither should you, you’re too good for that. there’s so much more i could write, i could probably write 500 pages on the 18 years that you have lived, but not today. i’ll do that another time. but today, just today i want you to know

you, han jisung are perfect in every way, we need no more, no less. we love YOU just as you are. because you are everything we could ever need.

"MINE, MINE, MINE."

pairing: alpha!geto x omega!fem!reader summary: your doctor won’t refill your prescription until you’ve reset your cycle. you’re desperate for that refill, but geto’s not having it. content: MDNI (18+ ONLY), a/b/o dynamics, nsfw, dubcon? (reader doesn’t want a heat but it’s medically necessary (LMAO what)), established relationship, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, pet names, knotting, slight manipulation, dacryphilia, somnophilia, spit, blood, oral (fem!receiving), so much licking and smelling?, geto and reader are just downright feral LMAO, lmk if i missed anything. a/n: have y’all figured out that i have a breeding kink yet… anyway, this is the first a/b/o fic that i’ve ever written but i just read one and was feeling *inspired*. if people want i might do a prequel sort of thing for this that goes more in-depth about how they met and stuff. lmk! also, i have a vampire gojo fic planned hehe get ready bbs. if you want more of my omegaverse fics check out my alpha!gojo fic here! and remember, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! divider credit to: @cafekitsune wc: 5.2k

“No.” 

No? You shift in your seat, cold and plastic, sure you must have heard him wrong. 

“I’m sorry?” you ask. You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, an anxious habit.

“I can’t refill the prescription. I’m sorry, but, frankly, it would be completely irresponsible of me to do so. I’m shocked your previous physician prescribed them for so long.” Fingers find yours and twine them together. Your eyes flash to Geto, but he’s only staring at your new doctor, staring with that furrow in his brow he only gets when he’s worried.

Your new, soon-to-be old, doctor sighs again, running a hand through his thinning white hair. “You need to have a heat as soon as possible, allow your body to recalibrate. Indefinite use of suppressants is dangerous and unhealthy. They are meant to manage your cycles, not stop them altogether.” 

Sweat beads on your palms. He can’t be serious. But it’s his first opinion. Surely there’s another option.

“I-I’m sorry, doctor. I don’t think I’m understanding.” 

Another glance at Geto reveals that he’s frowning now. When his eyes find yours you see the decision there, one he’s already made without you. Your stomach drops.

The doctor sighs and suddenly the walls of the office feel small, tight, suffocating. The twinge of alcohol and chemicals in the air makes your nose scrunch. “Let me say this clearly. I will not refill your prescription for suppressants, nor will any other reputable physician. You have been taking them continuously for far too long. You risk permanent damage should you delay a proper cycle any longer.” The doctor glances to Geto, then back to you. “Go home with your alpha and allow nature to take its course. It’s what’s best.” 

Your eyes widen with realization– you are not leaving this office with what you came for. Your heart pounds and your palms sweat. “Th-that can’t happen, doctor. I need my suppressants. My job- I can’t be out that long a-and Geto can’t either, we–” 

“We will go home,” Geto interrupts, and his tone is final. “Thank you, doctor, for the advice.” 

Geto pulls you to your feet, gently but firmly. He leaves no question about the fact that you’re leaving. You can feel the intensity radiating off him in waves. You ignore it. You turn to your new doctor, silently smiting him. Why did your old one have to retire?

“Doctor, you don’t underst–” 

“Thank you again,” Geto interrupts.

Before you can make another sound, another protest, Geto pulls you through the door, out of the office, and back to the car. He opens the door for you, as he always does, except this time you’re not so eager to accept his chivalry. 

“Suguru,” you bite out. His eyes meet yours, but they are surprisingly gentle. So calm. How is he always calm? 

“Just get in, baby. We’ll talk about it in the car.”

You debate saying no, but you can’t bring yourself to start a fight when he’s being so good. You grumble when you climb in, buckling your seatbelt before Geto can do it for you.

The engine revs to life, but you hardly notice. You’re already scrolling your phone, the search bar reading a simple and straightforward “doctors offices near me”. You scroll right past the first ten, for once in your life wanting a doctor that’s a little sketchy. You scroll further– still not sketchy enough. Someone who’ll give you the prescription you need, even if it’s not necessarily… ethical. Or maybe you could get some on the street? Surely there was some kind of dealing ring for that. There was a dealing ring for everything, right?

“What are you doing?” His voice is soft, but his fingers are tight around the steering wheel, skin stretched tight across his knuckles.

You lift your phone to your ear, dialing the first office that looked relatively shitty enough. “Getting a second opinion,” you answer. 

Suguru plucks the phone so swiftly from your fingers that you hardly even notice it’s gone. You see him end the call and slip it into his back pocket, out of your reach. 

“Hey!” You scramble across the center console, hopelessly grabbing at your lost phone, your last hope. 

Suguru grabs your wrist, restraining you far too easily for your liking. “You’re not getting it back,” he says. His eyes never leave the road. 

Your brows pinch and anger boils in your stomach. “This is not for you to decide. It’s my body.”

He glances at you, unconcerned. Still calm. “And you’re not in a headspace to be making a responsible decision about it, so I’m making it for you.”

Your jaw drops and you pry your wrist free of his grasp. You escape, but you know it’s only because he allows it. “I am of perfectly sound mind, thank you.” 

He shakes his head and sighs. “You’re blinded by desperation.” 

“It’s still not for you to decide!” When you don’t notice any change in his expression, you switch tactics– from anger to honesty. You let your face fall, let your true feelings creep through. “You know how much I hate it, Su.” 

Finally, he cracks. It’s instantaneous, the way he melts for you- the way the soft smile finds his lips and his hand finds yours, twining your fingers together. “I know, but you have to, baby. You heard the doctor.” 

You clench your jaw and avoid the sting of tears behind your eyes. You had heard the doctor, but you weren’t ready. Maybe next month, when you’d had more time to mentally prepare. 

Your skin crawled. You hated it, hated this. You hadn’t had a heat in years, avoiding them like the plague. You hated how vulnerable they made you, how they put you at the mercy of another. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Suguru– you did. You trusted him more than anyone, anything, but you still hated the feeling of being so completely helpless, so completely out of control, even if it was Suguru you were submitting to. 

For most of your life, you’d successfully hidden your omega status. With the help of suppressants, you’d passed as a beta until your early twenties. Then you met Geto. 

You’d met at work. He was cute, beautiful even, you’d thought, but he screamed alpha– and alphas could be dangerous, especially for hiding, unclaimed omegas like you. You’d stayed away as long as you could and, for a while, you were quite successful. You avoided him in the halls, sat at the opposite end of the table in meetings, replied to emails succinctly but politely. All was well until you’d been trapped in an elevator with him one morning, biting your lip anxiously as you waited to reach the twelfth floor. He’d smelled so good that day, perhaps due to an oncoming rut. You hadn’t been able to resist inching closer, taking deeper breaths. Suguru would later tell you that he’d suspected your hidden status, but he had no reason to question you. At least, not until he had you up against the elevator wall with his face buried in your neck. One deep whiff was all he’d needed to know exactly what you were, even with suppressants in your system.

You’d dated for a little over a year, until you’d decided he was the one. Your fingers dust over the mate mark on your throat, the one that had not only made you undoubtedly Suguru’s, but also the one that had revealed to the world exactly what you were. There was no hiding your true identity with an alpha’s scarred mark on your neck. 

Suguru had never seen you through a heat– no one had. You’d taken your suppressants daily, ever since you met him and even long before that. He’d claimed you on a day like any other, no heat necessary. He hadn’t had a rut in all these years, either. When he felt one coming on all he had to do was pop a single pill and all was well– apparently with none of the nasty side effects that came along with your suppressants. Another unfair privilege of being an alpha you supposed. 

“Sugu, I can’t do this.” Your lip is raw from how much you’ve been chewing on it by the time you reach home. 

Suguru softly shuts the door behind you, lifting your twined hands to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles. 

“Yes you can. I know you can.” 

You shake your head. He doesn’t understand– doesn’t know what this will do to you, how it will break you. While you hadn’t had a heat in years, you had experienced them before. You loathed them more than anything, loathed the way your mind was a slave to your body and not the other way around, loathed the way your whole body pulsed and throbbed, loathed the way it made you feel so… weak. “I can’t. It’s-it’s-” Your hands come up to cover your face. You sigh and feel the blush crawling beneath your cheeks. “It’s embarrassing. Humiliating.” 

There’s silence for a moment, and then a soft sight. Suguru pries your hands from your face gently. When you meet his eyes, he’s all business.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.” 

You shake your head and pull away, pacing. “I don’t want anyone to see me like that, Sugu. Not even you.” 

Strong hands catch your waist, holding you still. “It’s not a question. It’s happening– for the sake of your health.” 

You scoff and shake your head. “It’s not–” 

His thumb presses to your lips with just enough pressure to demand silence. The omega in you coos to listen, to submit– the other part of you reels with annoyance.

“End of discussion.” 

He’s closer now and you can feel waves of his breath skating across your skin. It’s like a drug, one that the primal side of you can never get enough of. Give in, give in, give in, your omega begs. Listen to your alpha… You try not to focus on the fact that he smells good enough to eat. You know what he’s doing– using his dynamic to persuade you, to make you see his way, playing to the omega you can usually hide so carefully.

“Sugu…” you say. You intend to be angry but you trail off when his eyes catch yours. 

“I got you, baby.”

Your heart melts at the words. He waits. Maybe he knows that the smell of his skin on yours is playing tricks on your mind. You wage a battle within. Every instinct urges you to agree and with every passing second it becomes harder to disagree. Perhaps he’s right, perhaps it's time you give in for once. Let him take care of you, your omega purrs. You’re nodding before you realize what you’ve done.

Suguru kisses you quickly, allowing no time for takebacks. When he pulls away he gets to work. He whips his phone from his pocket and you listen to him talking to his boss, your boss, saying that you’ll both be out of work for a week on “family” leave. Your face heats when you realize that your boss now knows exactly what you two are going to be doing for the foreseeable future. Suguru kisses you one last time before he’s out the door, off to get enough food and supplies to last a week. You won’t be leaving your apartment for some time. You don't fail to notice that he doesn’t return your phone before he’s gone.

~

You don’t notice a difference, even after the sun is gone. It’s not surprising, considering you usually take your suppressants at night– it’ll take a little while longer for them to fully exit your system… you hope. When you’re brushing your teeth you stare at the empty prescription bottle longingly. 

You join Suguru in bed. The moment you crawl onto the mattress he pulls you closer into his bare chest. You savor the way your bodies fit so perfectly- like he was meant for you and you alone. His front curls around your back, a leg slotted between your thighs. 

“Feel anything?” he asks. 

You shake your head to hide your swallow. You almost shiver when Suguru buries himself in your neck, inhaling your scent. You feel him harden against your backside. He must be able to smell your approaching heat even before you can. Part of you expects instinct to take hold of him, for him to make a move, but he only presses a kiss to your jaw and holds you tighter. 

“Sleep, baby.” 

For once, you follow orders without a fight.

–

Hot. Too hot. 

When your eyes flutter open, you feel the pounding of your heart, the labor of your breath, and the growing ache between your legs. 

You sit up so fast you see stars, panic flooding your veins. No, no, no, no, no. This was wrong, you’d made the wrong choice. You couldn’t do this. Already, you could feel control slipping from your grasp, your consciousness giving way to something more primal, more feral. You scramble, preparing to stand, to find your phone, to lock yourself away and suffer through this on your own.

“Deep breaths, baby.” 

Only then do you realize Suguru is already awake. He’s behind you, hands on your shoulders, both a comfort and a restraint. 

“Can’t-” Your breaths are ragged and so are your words. “Can’t do this, Sugu-” 

“Yes, you can.” He whispers. He pulls you closer, tighter against him. “You will.” 

You shake your head frantically, tears pooling on your lashes. When you turn, Suguru is staring at your neck, at the mate mark on your throbbing pulse. His jaw is clenched when his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He’s restraining himself, you realize. A glance down reveals he’s already painfully hard in his pants. You wonder how long he’s been sitting there, taking in your scent, waiting for you to wake. No doubt his rut has already been triggered.

His eyes raise to yours and he pauses at the tears that leak down your cheeks. He leans closer, and the scent emanating from his neck makes you groan against your will. His kisses away the tears. Slowly, one at a time. 

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.” 

Your body pulls him closer, even as your mind pushes back. “My phone, Sugu,” you panic. “Gotta gimme my phone. C-call a new doctor.” 

He shakes his head and when you start to squirm he only holds you tighter, holds you in place. 

“No, baby.” 

You whimper, seeking the scent gland on his neck against your will. The smell makes your clit throb almost painfully. 

“Sugu, please,” you cry. Tears stream from your eyes, staining your lover’s skin. 

“‘S gonna be okay. Just let it happen. Don’t fight it, love.” 

With each passing moment, you feel your fight slipping further and further away. Suguru rubs at the muscles in your back until you’re slumped against him, pitifully moaning like a wounded animal. It’s not long before your body takes the reins, until you start desperately humping at his thigh, your clit throbbing almost painfully. 

“That’s it. Good girl.” 

Your eyes roll back at the praise and when Suguru grips your waist you cry out at the touch. Everywhere his skin meets yours feels electric. You’re burning, burning, burning. It’s not until Suguru lays you down on your back that you see the sopping patch of slick you’ve left on his thigh. You whimper at the sight. 

“‘S okay, baby. ‘Ve got you.”

Suguru is looking nearly as lost to the lust as you are. Only his willpower and intent keep him from shredding away your panties and breeding your cunt full that very second. He’s never been in the presence of a scent so intoxicating. He’s never been with you, or any omega, through a heat. He thought you smelled amazing before, but now… He is lost to you, lost to the heat he feels emanating from every inch of your skin, to the honeyed scent pouring from your neck, to the slick he sees staining through your panties. His dick twitches in his pants. 

“Love you so much, baby. Gonna take such good care of ya,” he whispers. Instinct drives him forward until he’s plastered his lips to your jaw, licking and biting at the skin. You nearly scream at the sensation. You feel his touch everywhere, all at once. With your last coherent thoughts you know that this heat will be unlike any other you’ve ever experienced. It’s already so intense you can hardly think, and you’ve only just begun.

“Sugu,” you plead. 

The sound of his name on your lips breaks him. His hand dips across your stomach, thumbing past the edge of your panties until he’s running his finger through your slit, gathering your slick and rubbing it against your clit. 

You scream and thrash, so sensitive it nearly hurts, but he only moves to pin you beneath him, forcing you to take everything he gives. 

“Gonna make you feel ‘s good, baby.” he hums. He’s lost to you, to your desires, to your needs. Every piece of him screams to please you, to take care of you, in every way possible.

He continues his messy circles on your clit and until you’re gasping, hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. 

“S-Sugu…” you whine.

The growl that rips from his throat has you arching your back and bearing your throat in an act of submission. You hear a tear and watch your panties hit the floor. Your shirt follows and then you’re completely bare beneath your alpha. His eyes go black at the sight, pupils blown so wide you can hardly see a smidgen of their usual brown. There’s a deep rumble in his chest that has you keening and reaching for him, needing him. He doesn’t waste time. His tongue finds your neck, laving sloppily at your scent gland and the sensation is so delicious that you writhe beneath him. 

His fingers slide down your stomach, dipping between your thighs and rubbing at your clit. The touch is somehow gentle despite the complete and total hunger in his eyes, but it has you whining nonetheless. Every place he touches you, which is nearly everywhere, stings so delightfully that your eyes are already rolling back.

But you can’t wait. You can’t. Your body is starved, rabid, and you know what you need.

“Ssssugu… please…” your words are hardly above a whisper, barely a breath, but your alpha still hears you, still knows what you want, what you need. 

“I got you, baby… shhhhh…” He gives a final lick to your scent gland before he’s leaning back on his knees, parting your thighs wide, exposing your leaking cunt. You can feel a puddle of slick beneath your ass, your hole clenching desperately around nothing, aching to be filled. 

Warm hands slide up your skin and settle on your hips, tugging you a little further down the bed. You whimper, but don’t have time to say anything before you feel him slipping through your folds. A glance down reveals his weeping tip, achingly flushed, bumping and rubbing against your clit. When did his pants come off? You don’t know, you don’t care, all that matters is that the sight steals your breath away. 

“Gonna knot you good, princess.” 

You nod, wanting nothing more than for him to make good on his promise. You claw and grip at his arms, chanting his name endlessly. His chest rumbles again and your thighs part further on instinct. Finally, he gives you what you want. You feel him pressing in, fat tip stretching you wide. One of his hands moves to press down on your tummy and the combination has tears pooling in your eyes. 

He slides in slowly. With every inch you think he must be done, that you can’t take any more. But you can, and you do. When he’s finally fully in your jaw is hanging open in ecstasy and your eyes are rolled back in your skull. His fingers brush your clit and your hips jerk. 

“That’s it. So good, baby. So fucking good.” 

Your tears flood over, racing down your cheeks. He’s over you again, loose strands of black hair brushing your skin and forcing a whimper from your throat. He licks away your tears, lapping at your cheeks like you’re a fucking lollipop. His hips start thrusting in time with his licks, and it’s more than you can handle. Your thighs tremble and suddenly you’re begging. Pleading, whining, screaming for more. He gives it to you. One hand finds yours, twining your fingers together as he pounds into you so hard he’s rattling your skull. He’s licking at your scent gland again, driving you further and further toward a cliff you’re afraid to fall from. You think this orgasm might shatter you, might break you so thoroughly you’ll never be put back together again. You can feel it tightening at your core with each thrust, each lick, each kiss. 

“Fuck,” you hear him growl and whimper at the sound of his voice so close to your ear. “‘M gonna bite you, princess. Gonna mark you up and knot you so good you’ll see fucking stars.” You pant beneath him, unable to word how excited you are by his words, how deliciously they roll across your skin and seep into your spine. “Tell me you didn’t take your pill, baby. Tell me I can breed this pussy full and it won’t go to waste.” He’s not talking about your suppressants you know, but rather the contraceptives you take in tandem with them. Of course you took it, but suddenly something makes you wish you hadn't. “‘M gonna flush ‘em down the fucking toilet. Never letting you take that shit again.”

The primal part of you surges forward at the idea. It chants deep in your mind. Yes, yes, yes…

“Suguuu… please…” It seems like those are the only words your tongue can form.

His lips press to yours, shushing you. “Shhh, baby. Don’ worry. I got you.” He licks across your cheek and down across your jaw until he finds your scent gland again. His thrusts pick up again and you think you might pass out from how good you feel, from how tight your muscles are coiling. You can feel his knot pulsing inside you, preparing to fill you to the brim. You’ve never felt more ready for anything. 

“Sugu–” 

And it’s at that moment that he makes good on his promise. His teeth sink into your neck and you feel your bond snap taut like a string, pulsing with the closeness of your connection. It’s pure ecstasy. Suguru’s knot swells, notching tightly inside you and when you feel his cum pulsing into your womb it’s all too much. You think you must be screaming from the pleasure but you only hear the ringing in your ears as your orgasm washes over you. Your muscles clench, your toes curl, your back arches, you see those stars Suguru promised. Heat tingles through your limbs and down your spine and you think you’ve probably just melted into the mattress. But you haven’t, and when your vision returns, you’re panting and staring at the ceiling. 

Suguru is above you and you can feel him still cumming, still releasing rope after rope of thick, hot cum into you. The sensation makes you groan and he laps at your neck, cleaning up the blood from the new mark he’s just given you. Your consciousness trickles back in, the primal piece of you partially sated for the time being. You remember the context of your situation, why you’re here and not at work, what you’re doing. You’re puzzled by why you’d been so panicked by the idea of a heat before. How could you have been so reluctant, so scared, when nothing has ever felt this right?

Suguru is peppering you with kisses now, pulling you tight to his chest and rolling you both onto your sides where you’ll stay until his knot softens. 

“Sleep, princess,” he says and he uses that tone that always compels you to listen, to please. You happily do as he says and when your eyes drift shut it’s not long before you’re lost to a world of comfortable darkness. 

~

You wake to the throbbing again. All of the pent up need Suguru had sated has returned with a vengeance. You need him again, but it appears he already knows that. 

You feel him between your legs, his hair fully loose now and tickling the insides of your thighs. He’s eating you out, slurping up the cum that’s leaking down your thighs and spitting it back onto your cunt. It’s filthy, disgusting, and you love it.

“Sugu–” you gasp and your hips buck. His eyes lock with yours and the smile he gives you nearly makes you come on the spot. He holds your gaze as he licks one last long stripe over your folds. You whimper and clench around nothing. Empty, empty, empty…

“Sorry, baby,” he whispers against your skin. He’s kissing his way up your body now, leaving little circles of spit that cool when they touch the air and make you shiver. “‘Y smelled so good…” 

You whine and whimper, clawing at his back and leaving scratches you think might draw blood. You’re too worried about getting him inside of you to check.

You’re gasping like you’ve never had a breath of air in your life, like you’ve drowned and every touch he gives you fills your lungs with much-needed oxygen. His hands rub gently at your waist, but it’s not enough. You want him to wreck you, ruin you. You say as much. 

“M-more…” you beg and when he hums against your neck you squirm desperately. Warm hands dig into your flesh and suddenly you find yourself flipped onto your stomach. You feel Suguru behind you, pushing your thighs apart with his knees. His hands find your hips again and lift, propping you up with your face still pressed to the pillows. When you whimper he runs a soothing hand up and down your spine. 

“‘S okay, baby. Relax. Lemme take care ‘ve you.” 

Yes, yes, yes, you think. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted anything more. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you still when he feeds his dick into you, one inch at a time. You cry out, tearing at the sheets and begging for more, even when you already feel like you’re splitting in half. When he’s finally seated inside you he drapes himself over your back, brushing your hair over one shoulder to expose your neck. He leans in to lick you again, thrusting sharply the moment his tongue brushes your skin. You wail, pressing your face to the sheets and attempting to rock yourself back against him. One of his hands smooths over the flesh of your ass as he sets a pace, one that makes you bite down on a pillow to muffle your screams. 

“No.” Suguru uses that tone that makes you listen, that one that calls instinctively to the omega inside you, that urges you to please. He reaches for your pillow, tossing it aside and letting his hand curl around your throat as he continues to fuck you, letting his fingers feel the vibrations of every noise you make. “Let me hear you, baby. Always let me hear you.” 

You nod, eager to make him happy, eager to do as he says. You don’t dare restrain a single sound, eyes rolling back. The angle he has you at has your thighs trembling. He’s so deep, so close. You feel his heartbeat against your back, feel his tongue on your skin, his hand on your throat, his cock at your cervix.

When he groans, you groan with him, feeling his dick pulse inside you, his knot beginning to swell. You need it, need it so bad you can hardly stand it. 

“P-please, please, please–”

He swells inside you, locking your bodies together as his orgasm hits. It’s all you need to find your own. You wail into the mattress, cunt clenching and legs trembling until you collapse, flattening against the beg. Suguru follows you down, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering in your ear.

“Take it all, baby. Good girl. Take it all…” 

You nod, not even sure what you’re agreeing to. All you can feel is his cum flooding your insides, pulsing and pumping so deep into you that you swear your tummy is swelling with the sheer amount of it. Still, your body wants more, clenching and milking him for every last drop, just like he asked.

When you both come down from your orgasms he pulls you into his chest once again, whispering promises of protection and love that lull you into a trance-like state of happiness. When you fall asleep again, he’s chanting a word that your omega repeats right back to him. “Mine, mine, mine.”

When you wake again it’s to the sound of Geto staying true to his word and flushing every last birth control pill you have straight down the toilet. Your omega surges at the idea, but one mewl from you and he’s back in your arms, like you’re somehow the one in charge, not him. With every passing moment, you being to think that might be true- that perhaps a heat does not makes you as weak as you thought. Your alpha submits as much to you as you submit to him.

The week is spent in a frenzy. You do not measure by the numbers on the clock or where the sun is in the sky, rather you know time only as how long it’s been since Suguru’s been locked inside you. If it were up to you, you’d never stop, but Geto forces you to sleep, to eat, to bathe. Of course, he’s never far away when you’re following his instructions and you usually get a kiss and his knot as a reward for being such a good girl. 

It’s ten days later when your heat finally starts to wane. It feels as though every inch of you is covered in him. Bites, hickies, kisses, cum… no part of you has been left untouched. Suguru has had you everywhere. The bed, the shower, the bath, the kitchen. Every surface in the whole apartment reeks of sex and slick. He never keeps you too far from the bedroom, though, where you’ve piled up mountains of his shirts and sheets. Anything that smells like him, anything that can keep you tethered in those brief moments when Suguru goes to fetch you food or water or run you a bath. He takes care of you, just like he promised. 

When you wake completely clear-headed for the first time in well over a week, it’s to Suguru’s arms and lips. He’s got you all wrapped up in him, his arms locked around your waist almost like he expects you to bolt. You almost do when everything comes flooding back to you, this time with a completely clear conscience. But then he kisses your neck and whispers a delightful little, “welcome back, baby” against your neck and suddenly you’re realizing how… revitalized you feel, like a part of you has finally been properly satisfied after years of waiting. You’d always hated this, always hated the part of you that begged and cowered, hated heats- but maybe with Suguru… they really weren’t all that bad.

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Take me to the aquarium and I’ll literally do whatever u want after

Need to be manhandled by a guy twice my size

oh, he’s flirting

brat in pink I

────── toji fushiguro

⤷ mom’s bf!toji who can’t keep his eyes of you and your little slutty behavior at the small pool party you threw at your house.

tw: age gap (20s ; 40s) , toji is dating your mom (step cest??), corruption kink, daddy kink, starts as hcs, dun con, size kink, jealousy, filming (slightly), doggy, riding, squirting, breeding kink, spanking, slight dacryphilia, slapping, not proofread (wrote this at work lol), MDNI

part I - part II

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who grunts in annoyance when you beg your mom to let you throw a party in your house to celebrate your twenty first birthday. as much as he tries to look away, he can’t stop gazing at your pretty perky tits that are bouncing as you jump around following your mother.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who listens to the people you want to invite to your pool, his jaw clenching each time to mention a boy. especially when you mention gojo a light blush dusting your cheeks.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who is lowkey pissed that your mother finally agreed to your pleas, having to watch you dance around half naked in front of other men. he’s even angrier when he’s left all alone to supervise you since your mom will be away for a few days.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who balls his fist and glares at you when you start taking sexy picture in your small pink bikini, your ass and tits almost out as you pose sultry for the camera. he is pissed that you are taking more pleasure seeking the dumb young boys’ attention around you than focusing on having his. although you did.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who watches you closely as you dance against the white haired man, his hand dipping in your flesh as he sheepishly whispers in your ear. you catch him staring, a weird feeling rushing through your core as his eyes gaze at you, the goosebumps on your skin rising.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who makes up an excuse about how some chemicals got in the pool so all your invitees would leave. “i’m so sorry,” you repeated as they left, an understanding grin on their face. as gojo went to kiss you goodbye, toji stood next to you, pulling you closer to him. the young man took the hint as he stayed away, waving at you before leaving.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who silently watches you pick which picture looks better to post it on your feed. “you’re not clothed enough.” was his response when you went to him to have his opinion.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚mom’s bf!toji who wants to teach you a lesson about being a good girl instead of spreading half naked pictures of yourself for the world to see. he should only be the one to see them.

“daddy…” you whined as his hips rutted against your ass, his grip on your hip hardening at the nickname. toji threw his head back, watching you bury your flushed face between your plushies as he fucked you on your pink sheets. “daddy’s so mad at you for acting like a dirty brat, fhuck,” he grunted, pushing at your lower back to deepen your arch, your tiny cunt feeling tighter. “you’re gonna suffocate me, shit,”

toji was gripping your hands behind your back, pulling you up to play with your pretty nipples, occasionally pinching them to hear you yelp in pain, then bring you down again to keep thrusting hard. “‘m gonna ruin you for any other guy, especially that gojo,” hearing his words make you clench on him harder, the doubt and shame you had about fucking your mother’s boyfriend now gone. “you’re squeezing me baby, is it because i mentioned his name?” he harshly barks, spanking your plump ass. you whined and yelped, your lashes glossy as you try to push him away by wiggling your hips.

“nuh uh, no running from me,” he chuckled, his scar turning up with his lip as he grabbed your hair to pull your head up, your moans and tears turning him on even more. “i clenched because o-of you daddy,” you whimpered, your submissive self delighting him, his hips moving at a slower yet deeper pace. toji smirked before pulling out, a small whine leaving your lips as you were left to throb around nothing, you tiny hole clenching. it was adorably filthy. he was ruining you and he loved it. you heard him grab something before you saw a flash, realizing he was recording. “since you love looking like a whore,” he muttered, rubbing your ass before spanking it. “might as well get it on film.” he laughed, pulling you back on his swollen tip, his girth stretching you all at once.

“n-no, wait!!” you tried to stop him, but he didn’t listen. he pounded into faster, your body acting the opposite of your words as you found yourself throwing yourself back on him to meet him half thrust. “such a dirty brat,” he squeezed your ass, his hand going around your waist to rub your clit. “so good,” you lulled out your tongue, eyes half lidded. he pulled his sticky hair back before bringing your body up. his thumb pressed against your tongue, opening your mouth even more before taunting you: “who else can make you stick out your tongue like a filthy slut huh? who?” he bit your neck, your whines accentuating as he stimulated your clit, your orgasm close.

“just you, no one else b-but you daddy, i wanna cum,” you cried, your head heavy as you threw it back on his shoulder. you went limp. his hips pounded you faster before throwing you back on the bed, your legs spread out as you gushed on your bed, squirting and making a mess on your pink sheets, your pretty pussy quivering.

“cum for daddy that’s it, make a mess baby,” he stroked his cock as he watched you go dumb, slapping your pussy a few times just to watch you shake. he ended the recording, smiling at the video before throwing his phone away.

“we’re not done yet sweetheart, up.” you whined as he handled you, turning you around to kiss you lips, his tongue parting your lips to deepen the kiss. he sat on the bed next to you, pulling you to his hard cock, slamming you on top of him. you whimpered against his lips as he fucked up into you, his hands digging into your hips, hoping his fingerprints would replace gojo’s. “he’ll never be able to fuck you like this. hear me?” he slightly slapped your cheek then grabbed your jaw to make you look at him, your face fucked out. he was fucking dumb and you were becoming incoherent. the only thing that was coming out of your mouth were the whines and moans as he sucked on your tits the while he slammed your small pussy.

you were so small compared to him, so easy to hold, to fuck and to manipulate. you were so easy to corrupt and he was enjoying every second of it. “daddy, ‘s big, so big,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. toji held on your hands to guide it to your lower stomach, making your feel his depth. “daddy’s here baby,” the overstimulation made you moan, you legs bucking uncontrollably as your second orgasm hit you.

“know what, fucking hell, you feel so good baby, so fucking tight, my cock’s gonna stretch you so good,”

“gonna breed you, so no one else can touch you, huh? what’d you say,” he chuckled as he slammed a few more times inside you, emptying his heavy load inside you. your insides felt warm and good as his cum filled you up, your head too heavy to even react to what was going on.

you woke up the next day on new sheets and naked on your bed. you grabbed your phone to find an airdrop message. you gasped when you saw the video that toji took from you last night, your thighs squeezing as you recalled how his fat cock felt inside you. shamelessly, you airdropped him back a well taken picture of you spread out on your bed, biting your nails and pussy puffy. it didn’t take him a lot to come rushing through your bedroom door to ruin you again.

“Work-out Buddies ”𓆪

⚠︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀᴛ⚠︎

—𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬 ! * nsfw. Smut, drabble/scenario

—𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑺 ! *size kink/difference, baby trapping, creampie, struggling, dacryphilia, overstimulation, slight choking, cunnilingus, suggestive thoughts, dub-con, pinning, overprotective, slight blood, reader implied small, virgin reader, scratching, marking, slight age gape(26-31), unprotected sex, fingering, pretty sure i missed one, bad smut

𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒊’𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 !* Credit to @smuthospital since they have a problem of me forgetting(and i don't wanna start drama at all)

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💌Yandere! Male work out buddy who absolutely loves your body. Rather you'd be insecure about it, he still loves your body. He glares at any men that dares to spare a glance at you while you exercise since you have short shorts that keep riding up your thighs.

🎀Yandere! Male work out buddy who gets boners every time you greet him. You're just so shorter than him he has to constantly look down when you get his attention.

💌Yandere! Male work out buddy wishes you aren't seeing lovers when you leave the gym. He wants you all for himself, to protect you from the world.

🎀Yandere! Male work out buddy who daydreams about you on his cock 24/7. Just to see you struggle to take his big girthy, long cock into your sopping cunt.

💌Yandere! Male work out buddy gets off to you when you wear those short shorts again. You can barely maintain eye contact when you talk to him. He could see the visible sweat running down your forehead. He also loves that about you.

~~~Quick drabble

You were currently a little late to the meeting you had with your work out buddy. You stumbled through the automatic doors of the gymnasium and ran to the occupied area of where your work out buddy was.

He was listening to music through he wireless headphones, not paying attention to any surrounding noises or people. You sat your stuff down on a bench next to his stuff and got yourself ready by doing quick stretches.

You jogged over to him while he was bench pressing with a relaxed face. You lightly tapped him on his bulky shoulders that were exposed due to him wearing a black muscle shirt.

He opened one eye to see your small figure staring at him. You quickly looked away while red stared to burn your cheeks. He internally chuckled and placed the weights back in position.

"Hey Y/n, are you ready?" He asked. You asked him if he could help you lift weights since you are getting there to lift. You nodded quickly still not giving a single glance.

He wants you to look at him. "Are you sure?" You nodded again this time fiddling with your fingers. He smiled at you and walked off signaling you to follow him.

He took you to the weights that weren't as heavy and could support your body structure.

You got under the weights with him behind you in case you drop the weights on you. He was vigorously close to you. So close that you could feel the bulge of his cock rubbing against your ass.

You both got into position and squatted down. He didn't want to take control over your body. You squatted down fully but he was mostly down to your lower back.

"I-it's a bit m-much.." you trailed off your voice.

"We could stop if you don't wanna go too far." He replied.

"Nhh.. No it's fine." You groaned.

You managed to squat down almost close to the floor but let out a deepened breath. "O-okay, can we stop now?" You panted.

He nodded and put the weights back in place. You went over and sat over at a bench, panting as hard as a dog that ran a mile.

"Here," he said handing you a water bottle. You grabbed it and took a big sip.

Sweat was dripping down your body and he wanted to take advantage of that. He wipped the sweat off your forehead which made you pause in your tracks. You felt yourself getting warmer and just looked down at the low carpeted floor.

He audibly chuckled at your antics. He got up and went over to pack up for the day, grabbing his and your bags, "Wanna come over to my house to make a protein shake?" He asked looking over his shoulder at you.

"I-I don't k-know. I d-don't wanna be a bother.." you trailed off while shakily playing with your fingers.

He grabbed you by your wrist. "Don't worry, it won't be." He gave you a calming smirk but you didn't know the true intentions behind it.

You nodded and let him drag you off to automatic doors leading outside of the gymnasium. You both walked into the parking lot and went over to his car. He has a nice car surprisingly.

He went over to the passenger side and opened the door for you. You oblige and gave him a nervous smile.

He shut the door and went over to the driver's side.

A few minutes passed and you arrived at a luxurious apartment complex. You stared in awe at the minimalist apartment.

"Wow, you live here?" You looked at him with your doe eyes which made his heart jump. "Yeah, it's not much." Your jaw dropped but quickly closed it.

You both got out of the car and you grabbed the bags of gym equipment. He ran to your side and took the bags out of your grasp. You gave a look of concern but shook it off.

You both arrived at his apartment door and he unlocked it. He had a simple color theme: Beige, darker beiges, and black.

He told you to make yourself at home. You walked towards the kitchen and sat on one of the barstool chairs.

He didn't want to make a protein shake with you. He wanted you, to breed you to the brim. Some way somehow he'd get you to have sex with him. Even if he has to manipulate you into saying sex is a better exercise.

"Hey, you still wanna make them?" You asked glancing away from your phone. "We'll do that later. C'mere," he said motioning you to follow him.

"U-uhh, sure." You said placing your phone face down on the counter top.

You followed him to his room with a king sized bed for a single guy. "H-hey, are you single?" You asked. "Why? Are you interested?" He had a smirk in his voice.

You started to panic. "N-no! It's b-because you have a king- s-sized bed.." you replied shyly. "Don't worry your pretty little head, I live alone." You let out a relieved sigh.

"So what are we gonna do?" You asked.

"There's one thing I wanna do." You tilted your head waiting for him to continue. "Theres this exercise that helps with stamina and helps it build up quickly." He said.

"W-what's it called?" You kept your head tilted.

"It's called 'sex'." He said with a poker face. Your face went up into flames(not fire), you were pretty sure intercourse wasn't for exercise purposes, maybe for practicing but not that.

"I-if it helps w-with my stamina they y-yeah.." you said. You felt the lower part of your body throbbing at the thought of that.

You noticed he had a big bulge in his pants that stuck up.

He grabbed you by the wrist and slammed you on the bed. You yelped as he ripped your sports bra off exposing your tits. The cool air brushed against your nipples which made them harden.

"I'll buy you new ones." His voice was laced with lust and need. His eyes were glowing a lighter shade.

He ripped off your shorts and tossed them somewhere on the carpeted floor. "I don't think you need preparation due to how wet you are, hmm?" He said while rubbing your clit. Your breathing got faster and your eyes were half lidded. You were squirming a bit much which made him grip your waist tightly which caused a yelp to leave your mouth.

He stuffed two fingers inside your cunt which you moaned loudly at.

He fingered you at a steady pace and you were already close to coming. Your panting got more faster as you were now close. He pulled out his fingers before you could come.

"W-why'd you st-" you got cut off by feeling his long, girthy cock tap your thigh. Your eyes widen at the sight.

You gulped and whined as he aligned the tip of his cock against your pussy. He slowly pushed in, being addicted to you squeezing around his cock. It felt as if he was splitting you into two.

You screamed loudly and he had to place his hand on your throat. "Do you want the neighbors to think I'm killing someone?" He gave you a very serious look. You shook your head quickly and he picked up the pace of rocking his hips back and forth.

Your juices were webbed around his cock. A prominent bulge appeared in your stomach as he rammed into your cervix.

His thrust got faster which startled you a bit and caused you to scratch him. You scratched him hard it was easy enough to draw blood which it did.

He let out a pained groan and leaned down to your neck to place a bite mark on your neck. You were sure people could see it if you didn't cover it.

His thrust got sloppier and you came for the nth time.

You let out a loud moan which caused him to release sticky ropes of cum into you which reached your cervix.

You were both on edge of panting. He was still letting loads of cum into your hole. You were sure to get pregnant and thats what he wanted.

"Loser! 🥴" | Bully Sukuna x Nerd Reader |

Modern AU! College AU! - Bully Sukuna x Nerdy Pervert Reader!

WARNING: Teasing, bullying, OOC Sukuna, dom Sukuna x sub reader, first time! reader, exhibitionism, voyeurism, spanking, fingering, oral (male receiving), anal (female receiving), throat training, cervix fucking, desk sex, classroom sex, possessive, claiming themes, (slight) breeding kink, Enemies-to-Lovers AU, Modern AU

READER: Nerdy Pervert! Fem! Reader

PLOT: Bully x Nerd (Idk how to describe it-) Smut with a little plot (?)

WORDS: 3.68k

Thank you for reading this bit, enjoy! <3

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You sat at your desk, reading over your science work and making sure your answers were correct before standing and walking to the teacher's desk.

"Oh?" She said, pulling her caramel hair into a bun. "Finished already, Y/n?"

"Yes." You nodded, feeling the burning eyes of your bully.

Please stop staring..

"Wow, great job!" The female smiled, nodding at the work.

"Okay, you can go sit now."

Giving a slight bow, you walked back to your seat, swallowing a lump in your throat at the hole that was probably burned through your head. His ruby red eyes glaring daggers into your neck with disgust written on his face.

You knew Sukuna Ryomen never liked you, and he showed you everyday why he didn't. Being at the top of the class, of the school, wasn't exactly putting you in the right light for him.

"What? Do you think you're better than me because you're smart?"

Sighing, you pulled out some unfinished history homework to work on until the bell rang, signifying your lunch break. Before you could put away the work, you heard a loud thud in front of you land on the desk.

Without even needing to glance at the black nails, you knew it was him.

"Hey, girly." His teasing tone makes your cheeks burn. "Did you finish my work like I asked?"

"No, but I was going to during lunch." You responded, putting away the papers and zipping up your bag.

"Give it to me before lunch ends, got it?" He said, furrowing his brows and looking over your small figure.

"Meet me in the empty classroom across from the gym, 'k?"

You stood, giving him a nod and avoided looking at him. Biting his lip for a moment, the tattooed male glancing at your body before up at your face again. A small tsk left him before he pushed past you and to the gym, where he usually sat and smoked during lunch.

Why am I his main target? You asked yourself, watching the grumpy man leave.

He only glanced back at you for a moment before scowling and heading down the hall. Walking the opposite way, you jogged over to the open cafeteria and grabbed a small bento. Waved to a few friends before running over to an open bench.

"Okay," You started, eating some of the fried pork. "time to get this finished.."

After looking over the completed science work, you gave a weak smile and pushed the work into your bag once again. Finishing the leftover rice and veggies in the bento, you tossed it and wiped off any extra food that escaped onto your clothing.

Glancing up at the clock, you noticed you were a few minutes late to meet up with Sukuna.

"Shit.." You muttered.

He's probably going to slap me. You think to yourself, looking at the gym's direction. Like I'm a low-life, good for nothing, bitch..

A heat rose in your tummy, making you blush and bite your lip. Shaking your head, you ran over to the empty classroom and past some teachers and students gathering into the rooms. Once you got to the slightly ajar door, you felt your legs buckle, seeing the room dark.

You can do this..

Pushing open the door, light gently teasing everything in the room, you stepped inside and closed the door. Looking around and trying to focus on anything in the room that'd make it obvious you weren't alone.

Where is he?

Arms wrapped around your waist and pushed you over to a nearby desk, a hand bringing your face down to press against the cold wood. A choked out scream left your throat, making the male grunt and cover your mouth.

"Shh. You don't want to ruin my mood, do you?"

Sukuna.. You blushed, feeling a bulge pressing against your lower back.

With your cheeks heating up, doubting Sukuna didn't feel it, you glanced back at him. His still body makes yours shiver and grow hot, his firm chest pressing against you and keeping you in place on the unused desk.

"Came here with the work, right?" He asked, his other hand managed to find your hip.

You could only nod, closing your eyes tight and praying he didn't find your wet mound. Sukuna nodded, rubbing his thumb against your side with a snide smile.

"Such an innocent girl you are." He chuckled, looking down at your hips and lower back.

"Bet you've never felt a cock before, hmm? New to everything, right? God, I bet your virgin cunt would feel tight as fuck.."

"Phukuma-" You tried to say his name, seeing the suddenly hungry look in his eyes as he looked down at your ass.

"I bet you have an ass to die for, too." He muses, ignoring you. "It's always the quiet, shy, little nerds with the most kinks."

Without another word, Sukuna rubbed his free hand up your thigh and under your skirt. The fabric lifting up and exposing your black panties, a deep growl leaving the horny male when he sees them.

"Naughty underwear for a naughty girl, huh?" Sukuna teased, his thumb pushing the lace panties to the side.

His fingers grazed your dripping folds, the soft lips sliding against his fingers as they pushed into your hole. You whined underneath his grip, unable to break free from his strong arms.

It feels good- You blushed, closing your eyes languidly as the pleasure started to erupt in your tummy.

Not denying the man what he wanted, you lifted your ass up more, tearing up at the unfamiliar feeling of his fingers inside of you.

"Oh~ getting more obedient, are we?" Sukuna asked, leaning down to bite your neck.

"M-Mmm-" You whimpered, your pussy clenching down on Sukuna's fingers.

They curled and pressed against your walls, looking for your spongy center and teasing you. Sukuna's lips grazed your neck, looking for your weaknesses as he touched and pleased your body.

"Phukuma- mmm~" You whimpered, arching your back and whining.

Sukuna uncovered your mouth, smirking and kissing your cheek. A quiet moan left you, the feeling of his fingers scissoring your pussy and pushing them deep, making you want to cum.

"O-Oh fuck~" You whined. Sukuna let go of you, knowing you wouldn't run off, and started to fiddle with your shirt.

Expertly unbuttoning your blouse and looking for the clip that held your breasts. Still kissing your neck and shoulders, peppering small hickeys all over, Sukuna managed to push down your bra and clasped his large hand to your chest.

"Mmm~" Sukuna hummed, smirking. "Nice tits, loser."

Heat rose in your face, looking down at the hand massaging your tit and biting your lip. Sukuna's thumb softly pressed against your clit before circling around the sensitive bud. A squeak left you, a moan following soon afterwards.

But when his fingers pulled out of you, a pout formed and it made him laugh.

"Can't I have a little fun?" He asked, pushing his liquid covered fingers into his mouth and tasting your juices.

A growl left him, cleaning his fingers and a broad smile on his face. He looked down at your lips, biting his own and standing you up.

"You're not going to run, right?" Sukuna's voice makes your body ache.

Shaking your head, you blushed and saw the smile on his face.

"Good. Now, drop down onto your knees."

Doing as he asked, you got to your knees and looked back up at him. Sukuna's brow raised for a moment, before he chuckled and started undoing his belt. Your eyes widened at his actions, the male watching your expression with a new interest as he undid his clothing.

"Never seen something like this," He started, smiling. "Have you?"

You responded like before, a quick shake of the head. His eyes glowed a deep red, lust coating them as he looked over your body again. Sitting silently and watching as Sukuna's length got unwrapped, nearly poking your nose when it finally broke free from it's restraints.

"Oh-" You mumbled, going wide eyed at the size.

That'd rip me in half.. Looking over the member with an awed expression.

Like much of his body, it was tattooed too. Two rings of black wrapped around it, placed right around the tip shined with pre-cum. You'd be a dead liar if you didn't say you thought his cock was pretty.

"Don't just stare at it. Suck it." Sukuna ordered, pulling your face closer to his cock.

You closed your eyes for a moment and took a breath, your hands reaching up and wrapping around the trembling limb. Sukuna smirked, watching your inexperienced brain go into overdrive over the moment.

He found it adorable, sexy even, that he was going to be your first.

Sukuna knew you weren't like other sluts; sleeping around with anyone and living the college dream. You were a book-smart, little goody two-shoes that hadn't even so much as looked at a man in the eye. And it was true, you hadn't.

But, you had to get good grades to stay in your classes.

You licked your lips, staring at the angry red tip and kissing it gently. Let your mouth wrap around Sukuna's length and stretch over his member. A satisfied sigh left him, feeling your puffy lips taking him into your wet cavern of a mouth.

"Feels good, doll." He smiled, closing his eyes and holding the back of your head.

Sukuna's rough hand guided your lips up and down his shaft, and soon, he became greedy. His cock roughly enters your throat at an inhuman pace and makes your vision blur. Looking up at the rabid male, you saw his deep ruby eyes looking back at you.

Their lust coated glare piercing into your soul, grabbing a hold with a vice grip. Your gagging and choked out moans caused spit to drip from your chin, coating Sukuna's cock in a self-lube and making the penetration into your mouth easier.

"Aah, fuck- I'm so close, mm~" Sukuna groaned, biting down on his lip hard.

His teeth nearly drew blood as he continued to thrust into your mouth. When Sukuna's cum coated your throat and tongue, you swallowed some of the sticky liquid. The rest drips down your chin and onto the floor, hot and fresh.

"Fuck yeah, doll." Sukuna chuckled, shivering from the cold air.

Lifting you from your knees, Sukuna pressed you against a nearby window and lifted your blouse. A deep red covered your cheeks and a shiver ran up your spine. Sukuna groped and teased your tits as long as possible before flipping you around to press your chest against the cold glass.

"S-Sukuna, wait! This is embarrassing-" You pleaded, your eyes darting down to the football players on the field.

"But it'll feel so good, sweetheart." Sukuna whispered, kissing your neck and grinding against your ass.

With a final prayer to God that you weren't spotted, you let Sukuna's hands grope at your hips and ass. Spread the cheeks apart to inspect your dripping cunny and hole. Biting his lip, Sukuna's fingers grazed the slits gently and collected your arousal.

"Mm, such a sweet taste, baby." He complimented after tasting the juices on his fingertips.

"I must get a better taste of you after classes."

Once your skirt was hiked up enough and your panties were pushed to the side, Sukuna pressed the leaking tip against your entrance. The cock-head collects from your slick and pushes past your puffy walls. Your wet folds stretched around Sukuna's girth with a painful sting.

"O-Ow-" You whimpered, squirming under the pressure. "'Kuna, wait- It hurts-!"

"I know, Y/n." Sukuna kissed wet streaks on your face. "Just give it a second, it'll go away."

Sukuna kept pushing into your cunny, the stretch making you tear up and whine. His large hands groped at your chest, trying to distract you from the pain in your lower abdomen. The sting soon left and nothing but pleasure was felt as Sukuna's length rocked inside of your clenching walls.

"-so good, 'Kuna-!" Your sore throat choked out moan after moan.

Closing your eyes, you let your body envelop the brutal feelings in your gut. It felt too good, and your core was going to burst if Sukuna kept it up.

"Mm, yeah. You like that?" Sukuna asked, whispering into your ear and making you blush.

He continued his quiet dirty talk as your walls constricted around his shaft. Thrust after thrust, Sukuna's cock brought you closer and closer to that lovely climax you wanted so badly.

"My dick feels so good inside you, yeah? Mewling like a kitten, baby girl. Aah, shit- You're squeezing me so good, keep doing it~"

"K-Kuna- s-s-so good! Please-" You whined, tears brimming in your eyes as another fresh coat covered your cheeks.

"Beg your daddy to let you cum on his cock." Sukuna laughed, rutting into your soft cunt as slow as possible. "Be a good girl for him, yeah?"

He watched as your plump ass bounced against his pelvis. The sight makes him want to go harder and rougher; cover your sweet ass with enough marks to make it hurt for you to sit down. But, he knew he could do that another day.

Right now, he just wanted to fuck his cute little pervert.

"L-Let me- a-aah fuck -please, let me cum, 'Kuna-" You begged, wanting to cum on your bully's cock.

And with a few final thrusts, you came on his dick. The liquid ran down your thighs as Sukuna began to chase down his own high. The quick snaps of his hips make you see stars. His tip practically bullied your poor cervix into submission, pounding away until his cum erupted from his tip and coated your insides in his milk.

A few sighs and moans left him, Sukuna's eyes closed and his head lifted up.

"F-Fuck yeah-" He let out, finally opening his eyes to look down at your shaking figure.

"God, I've been dying for this."

"W-Wait, wha-? AAH~!" You covered your mouth, feeling Sukuna's cock start moving again.

"Shut up, Y/n." Sukuna giggles as his bullying tone returns.

You cried out as Sukuna pulled your ass back towards him, watching the fat bounce under your dirty skirt. He let out a groan, feeling your pussy lips clench around his dick again as you came.

Once you stopped shaking, Sukuna pulled out and pushed you to lay on one of the abandoned desks. His cock, still rock hard from not cumming inside you, pressed against your ass, grazing the small hole.

You whined at Sukuna's tongue on your thigh, feeling his fingers graze cum over the unused hole before pushing in with a groan. Clenching your thighs around his head and whining, Sukuna continued to prep your ass for the pounding it was going to endure.

"Ryo- what are you- a-aaah~" You looked down at the male that was eating you out like his final meal.

Sukuna's soft tongue lapped at your puffy cunt, eating the mixed cum out and pleasuring your holes. His hand squeezed your plump thigh resting on his shoulder, groaning against your lower lips and making a needy growl leave his throat. Once he felt satisfied with his work, Sukuna stood and lifted you legs up enough for his cock to pierce your ass.

"Mmm~" Sukuna hummed, letting go of your legs and pressing them against your chest.

"Don't look at me like that. I gotta teach you how you can feel good everywhere."

After getting adjusted to the new feeling, Sukuna pressed his thumb to your clit and began thrusting into your ass. The brute force of your squeezing ass made the man groan, his middle and ring fingers plummeting into your soft pussy.

"-too much- 's too much, 'Kuna-!!" You cried, a fresh wave of tears streaming down your cheeks.

Sukuna brought a hand down on your ass, a mark forming before he made another. The sound of skin slapping and a table rocking probably echoing down the empty halls. The thought of people probably seeing you on the window making you clench around Sukuna's member and digits made you blush.

"Such a good slut for me, hmm?" He teased, grinding his cock into your ass.

He continued to roughly use your holes, attacking them and over stimming your nerves to their breaking point. Your brain fuzzy and spinning to the sheer size of his cock, making you cream all over. The desk covered in your leaking cunt's juices, Sukuna's fingers still working their way around as you rode out your third high.

Removing his fingers from your puffy pussy, Sukuna began chasing his high; roughly rutting into your tight ass with everything he got. The burning knot in your tummy made you cry out, probably catching a few students' attention and looking at the door to exit the classroom.

Sukuna lifted your legs over his shoulders and grabbed your hips to keep you in place. His feral pace made you see stars as you uncontrollably came like a slut to it. Beads of sweat covered Sukuna's forehead and chest, making your mouth water when looking up at such a man.

"Such a cute- A-Aah, fuck yeah~- look on your face, doll~" Sukuna teased, biting his lip and shuttering.

His hot cum pooled into your tight hole, the full feeling in your lower bits heating your face. A deep blush covered as another load was rutted into a few moments later and Sukuna finally let you up.

"There we go. Now everyone will know who you belong to." He finalized, picking up your discarded skirt and undies.

Sukuna lifted the undergarments up your plush thighs, kissing a small trail as he dressed your lower half. Once finished, Sukuna got himself situated and motioned towards the door.

"Let's go." He muttered, reached down to grab the finished work and stuffed it into his own bag.

Sukuna chuckled at your struggling frame, watching your body shiver and tremble thanks to him. He would love to kill the time by simply watching your struggle to pick up your things, but he had classes he needed to get to.

"C'mon, you little weirdo. I gotta show off what's mine."

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Father’s Friend! John Price Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, Forbidden Romance, Age Gap, Implied Smut, Brief Descriptions of Smut, Cock Warming, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Cum Inflation, Stomach Bulging, Teasing, Older Man/Younger Reader, Pet Names, Profanity, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

He tells you to keep quiet when you’re being intimate; he silences you with a sibilant “Shhh,” when your moans get too loud, telling you to “Keep your voice down, Sweetheart. Wouldn’t want your dad to walk in on his precious little angel getting fucked by his best friend.”

He’s a tease, too. “Or, maybe that’s what you want. Want me to fill you up and send you out there with your belly pumped full of me. Show em all how much you like getting speared by an older man’s cock.”

And if he finds it you’re going on a date with someone who isn’t him — WHOO, that will NOT end well for you.

He’ll bend you over the nearest sirface and pound into you. Gently enough that you can still walk after the encounter, but hard enough to remind you who you belong to.

“Can he fuck you like this?” John pants, teeth gritted and eye twitching as he feels you clenching around him, speechless. Drooling onto the cover of your bed beneath you. His hand slides up your front. Presses into your stomach. He growls as he feels himself there, his tip throbbing inside you. “D’you think he can make you feel like this?”

And when your date arrives to pick you up, he watches you walk, a hand placed over your stomach to hide the bump formed there, your thighs together pressed together to try and stop John’s semen from leaking into your underwear. And John watches you, a thin, sly smile on his face as your gaze finds his. He waves you off, knowing you’ll back. For more. For him.

For the rest of the evening, all Price can think of is you trying to go about your business knowing that you harbour a secret in your stomach; namely his cum sloshing around inside you. He can just imagine the surprise on your date’s face if you decided to get intimate with him, only for him to tear your underwear off and find you already wet with another man’s cum oozing from your hole and rolling down your thighs in thick globs.

John’s life has been a series of high-action, adrenaline-filled moments. But none of those compare to when the two of you are hiding your forbidden relationship from everyone around you.

Price’s unwavering love of cock warming has almost led to the two of you being caught multiple times; namely when you’ve been sat on John’s lap, squirming as his dick lays nestled deep inside you, only for someone to come bursting through the door, making you jump, tighten around John. He has to try and stifle the guttural growl clawing up his throat you’re squeezing — milking — him in your moment of panic.

Luckily, John’s ridiculously large desk - the one you’d often remarked he only got to comfortably fuck you on - hides what lays beneath the surface of this particularly dark and colossal iceberg. It conceals the outline of John’s cock inside you, the material of your shirt seemingly too thin for the job.

John dismisses the person who rudely interrupted you. Sure, they gave the two of you a strange look upon seeing you sat in John’s lap, but as far as that person’s concerned, that’s all it is. Flirting at most.

John’s interest in you isn’t purely sexual, though. He cares for you. Truly and utterly. You remind him of the feeling of first love — the one he never got.

He takes you out to fancy restaurants, ones far enough out of town that nobody knows who either of you are, letting you act open with each other. Hand holding, forehead touches, fingers running up your thigh, quick kisses, slow kisses, kisses that stray into dark waters.

Speaking of a hand running up your thigh; John’s classic, default move whenever you’re at a crowded event together (especially in the presence of people you know). You and John always sit beside each other, which always leads to his hand slipping beneath the tablecloth and up your leg, stopping only when he reaches the warmest spot — the inside of your thigh.

And he does this all while maintaining conversations with other people while you’re left mute and wanting.

Of course, he always delivers.

He’ll pull your underwear to the side and start toying with you. Gently, at first, his pace slow as not to attract attention. Then, when your face starts to get red and your voice is but a string of whimpers, he leans in, closely, so you can smell his cologne that charges hundreds by the drop, feel his beard tickling the side of your face, and whispers: “Don’t get yourself all worked up, Love. We’re with guests, after all.”

John will never let you cum under these circumstances. He’ll take you to a nice and isolated room and have his way with you until you’re having to lean on him for the rest of the evening, his arm about your waist and his semen pooling in your underwear. Heavy. A mistaken gesture of friendship.

If anyone ever did get suspicious of your relationship, John would tell you immediately.

“I can’t risk losing you,” he’d say, stare solemn. “We’ll have to keep our distance — just for the time being.”

God forbid you start crying, otherwise he’s on his knees, taking your hand in his and pressing long, deep kisses to your knuckles, his breath nigh-frantic and hot against your skin.

“I promise, Darling, this is only temporary.”

It would have to be, because John can’t go two minutes without thinking of you, needing you.

He sees something that’s your favourite colour in a shop window ? There you are, in the forefront of his mind.

You still interact with each other, of course, but you can’t be as close to one another as you’re used to being. As you’d like to be.

John can only watch you as you fraternise with other guests, party-goers, your father’s lawn party a hit. And yet all he can think about is having you by his side, fingers interlocked and looking down at you with all the love he’s never been able to give to anyone else.

These avoidant periods usually always end with John coming to your door and knocking profusely, his visage that of a man who’s seen nothing but ghosts all his life. And he takes you in his arms, pressing kisses to every inch of your face, leaving the two of you gasping for breath by the end of it, his eyes filled with adoration he’s never known and will only ever know for you.

Usually, you can expect a mountain of gifts to be waiting for you after your suspicion avoidance era ends - a collage of everything John collected that reminded him of you in your absence.

Some of it he purchases solely for you to wear for him and him alone, to put on a show for him. Sure, it’ll get torn off shortly after, but John can’t deny that you look like a present wrapped up just for him to unravel, to ravage.

Clothes, jewellery, accessories, shoes; he watches you wear them out and about. Something about seeing you wearing things he’s bought for you sends him feral — the fact that you’re drenched in his wealth while nobody else knows what lies beneath the surface. Beneath the layers of satin and silk and silver are the remnants of the night before. Teethmarks, bruises, scratches; the etchings of hours of pure, uninterrupted love-making. Breathless confessions, promises of a life together where you don’t have to hide your love.

Every outfit, every coat, is the disguise for many a night more.

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