Take Me To The Aquarium And I’ll Literally Do Whatever U Want After

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

"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."

-------------------------- Thank you for reading this! (ACK IT'S BEEN TOO LONG-)

Can't wait to post more stuff! Lots of luv 💕💕💕

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4lize0

11 months ago

Does bully!Eddie freak out when his girl misses a period, whether being actually pregnant or just a pregnancy scare, or does he lean into the dad role?

Follow-up is he disappointed when it's just a false alarm and he didn't manage to get his girl knocked-up?

Im gonna give two options for this cause I'm just obsessed with every outcome tbh lol

18+ under the cut, MDNI!! Tw: Period talk, illusions to s*x, illusions to oral f!recieving while bleeding, pregnancy, mean!eddie

If he was already trying to knock her up he would be so excited when she told him she was late. He would drag her out of school to go with him to a pharmacy to buy her a test. When it came back negative he'd be disappointed but he wouldn't show it Infront of her when he saw her sad lil face. Instead he would pull her to him, whisper dirty things about trying again in her ear and kiss her with so much intensity, she could've gotten knocked up from that kiss alone lol

If he wasn't trying and it was a genuine scare I think this is the event that would set off his breeding kink. At first she would be so scared to tell him, cause at this point he's still an asshole bully towards her.

She would be in the library trying to hide from him, sat on the floor behind a dusty bookshelf in the back but he found her anyway. He stood over her, shaking his head and tutting. Fuck he was scary when he wanted to be.

"I thought I told you to wait for me by the bleachers, little one? Wanna tell me why I had to find out from a freshman that you're sat in the library crying?"

Fresh tears spilled over her eyeline, and she hid her face in her knees. She hoped if she looked pathetic enough he would leave. Instead she felt him sit beside her, and wrap his arm around her, forcing her to lean into his side.

"I know you think being emotional would make me a little sympathetic towards you but I'll be honest, the whole pathetic crying thing? Really getting me going, Princess." His hand forced her to look up at him, "Who do I have to thank for giving me the chance to see such a sight, hmm?"

She sniffled, and tried to wipe her slightly runny nose but he beat her to it, pinching the tip and wiping away any snot that came away on his jeans.

"Well.. you know how th- um, when we *ahem* ... In your van?? I let you use me??" He nodded, eyebrows furrowing "I'm late.."

He waited for her to continue but she didn't. It took him a hot minute to understand what she was trying to tell him and he moved his arm from around her when it all clicked. His silence made her cry more. He was absentmindedly rubbing the scruff on his jaw as he tried to process the news.

"How late is.. late?" He asked without looking at her.

"About a week? I don't know, I'm just scared.." sobs started overcoming her, and his arm instinctively wrapped around her and pulled her to his lap. He quietly shhh'd and rocked her gently trying to help calm her down. He'd never been so soft with her but right now she felt so delicate he just wanted to protect her.

"There's still time right? Lets not freak out until it's a sure thing, princess." She nodded into his neck, and just let him take care of her too emotional and embarrassed to stop him. That was until he started acting like himself again.

"I must be some sort of sex god if I get you pregnant the first time you ever have sex, huh?" He laughed into her hair when her crying subsided making her scoff at him, and grab her bag. She stormed towards the library doors muttering about how much of a pig he was under her breath.

It was literally the next day when her period came so all those tears were for nothing. The cramps this time around were a bitch though so she called in sick from school. Eddie also skipped but it was because he slept in after being awake most of the night thinking about her. At first it was all innocent like how he was gonna provide for them both, where would the crib sit in his room, how the hell was he gonna fit a baby seat in his van which lead to how would he fit her giant belly in his van... her belly.. her big round pregnant belly... With swollen sensitive titties to match..

And it was his. He had done this to her and now they were bonded for life. She truly would never be able to get away from him. Well after that the inevitable happened and he couldn't stop jerking it to the thought of her naked rounded frame bouncing in his lap.

When he finally woke up he couldn't be bothered making it to school so he drove to her house instead. He wanted to wait for her in her room until she came home so he could fuss her but when he climbed through the window and saw her, he was so excited.

"Hey mama.. not at school today?" He asked, kicking off his shoes and plopping onto the bed next to her.

She huffed in response and turned to face him.

"I got my period..."

His face fell and hers wore a look of confusion. Why wasn't he happy about that?

"So... Not pregnant?"

She shook her head, and prepared herself for his celebration but it never came. When she looked back at his face, he looked like a pouty child in a candy store being told no more sugar until after dinner.

"Well, we'll just have to try again next month, right mama?" He smirked and pulled her towards him, manhandling her so he was big spoon.

"What?" She was about to wriggle from his grasp when his large warm hand found her abdomen and added pressure to relieve some of her pain. A small moan of relief escaped her, and her eyes closed, willing to let him cuddle her until her cramps subsided.

"The idea of you having my baby drove me insane last night, Princess. God, you're gonna look so hot when the bump starts to show!" He began nibbling on her earlobe, "wanna try again now?? Picturing you pregnant has me hard again"

She scoffed thinking he was messing with her and shook her head.

"Don't be so gross, no one has sex on their period!! It's messy.."

"you got a towel? I don't care about a bit of blood, mama. Actually it'd be pretty metal to have hot bloody sex, dontcha think?" She couldn't see his face yet she could somehow hear the smirk he was wearing.

"Not now, Eddie. I have really bad cram- oof!" He'd interrupted by flipping her onto her back, planting wet kisses down her neck.

"Another reason to do it! I hear orgasms are a fantastic pain relief!" He winked and trailed kisses down her body until he reached her frilly pink pj shorts. Making full eyecontact with her, he slowly tugged them down waiting for her protest but it never came. He always listened to her in case she didn't want to but he did ignore her when she said it would be gross. He didn't care, he wanted her to c*m on his face before he got to c*m inside her again.

She didn't get pregnant this time around but she did learn he was right about the pain relief...

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4lize0

1 year ago

"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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4lize0

2 years ago

i'm still in my feels because of that damn vlog and i'm here in bed thinking about minho just leaving little pecks on my shoulder before sleep 😭 i am So sad you have no idea i'm just gonna leave this here with almost no context bye

anon if you don't get out of my brain--

i am always, ALWAYS thinking about this. the soft lil kisses on your shoulder and neck, arms around your waist and he falls asleep like that, your warmth putting his heart at ease and lulling him into a deep slumber. minho's breath tickles your skin as he softly hums.

the hold on your middle would, depending on the day, be either loose and very tight. if he's had a physically tiring day he'd just pass out the second you hit the bed, arms loosely draped around you as he softly snores against your hair.

if he's had a particularly rough™ day you'll be his teddy bear to tightly hug, letting himself recharge by being as close to you as possible. or alternatively, let him sleep on you and burry his face in your chest or the crook of your neck.

poor baby can be a little insecure at times and end up having nightmares :(( *sobs*

you'll be woke from your slumber by the tight grip on your waist, soft whimpers leaving his lips. his hold on you only keeps getting tighter, squeezing the life out of you and you have to wake him up from whatever's haunting him. in the meantime in minho's head you're slipping away from his hold like sand. no matter how hard he tries to squeeze you to his chest and keep you close, you're just, gone. luckily, and before these thoughts consume him entirely, your warm lingering touch brings him back to earth, one hand soothingly rubbing his back and the other petting his hair as you whisper affirmations to help ground him, pressing kisses on his temples and wherever you could reach.

"baby? baby you're safe. you're alright, it's okay, i've got you." "you're good, min. i'm right here."

minho regains consciousness just as a gasp leaves his lips, eyes fluttering open and the first thing he needs to do is raise his head up and look at you.

you're there. just as he's about to sigh in relief, he blinks.

no. he needs to be sure. his arms hastily unwrap from around you to reach up and cup your face with trembling hands, breaths heavy. you take them in yours, smiling at him through the dim room. you're not even sure he can see you.

"i'm here, min." you peck his palm, and the biggest sigh leaves his lips before he collapses back on your chest, the two of you instinctively wrapping your arms around each other.

"don't leave." his strained voice breaks your heart. you want to protect him from the entirety of this world.

"i won't, i'll never let you go."

(yes i'm embedding it again you can fight me)

so this is love,

just hold me close.

i'll never leave.

i won't let go.

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4lize0

1 year ago

bully tsukishima who gets extremely jealous when he saw you laughing with hinata one day and for the next week he was especially mean to you as punishment. he cornered you after you left hinata and like a deer in headlights you froze while he glared at you, shoving you against the wall calling you a slut. tsukishima who is such a bully he laughs in your face while you're at the vending machine, sneering at you because of course you'd be at the vending machine where else would you be. while he's there he can't help but look at your plush thighs when you bend down to get your snack wishing that you had your skirt rolled up higher so he could see your ass. tsukishima who thought he was jealous before but then he thought he saw you and yamaguchi checking each other out when getting food from the vending machine, leading to him following you around all week as he calls you a whore and a slut while you tremble and try to hide from him whenever you spot him, only resulting for him to do it more as you tear up and shake. he's making you cry so much this week that all he can think about is every time he hears you cry and sniffle he wants to shove his cock down your throat as you look up at him with tears running down your face.

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4lize0

11 months ago

ddlg with older step-brother leon ^~^ your dad is just a piece of shit, it leaves leon wondering what his mom ever saw in him. the only thing you have in common with ol’ daddyo is your eyes and and last name. you look so sweet and cute, definitely a stark contrast from your father but by god, your attitude is out of this world. he gets sick of your shit real quick.

one minute you’re being sweet and helping him rearrange stuff in his room but the next you’re bitching in his ear and just being an absolute brat. or you’re helping him with dinner for barely three minutes before you’re leaving the stove unattended to hide up in your room. it drives him insane how intoxicating you are to be around but having to pay the price after the high of your sweetness comes crashing down.

as much as you annoy the living hell out of him, he can’t help but enjoy your presence on the rare occasion that you two are nestled up together on the couch watching a movie. it’s on one of these occasions that he notices you tense up when your dad is mentioned or even around, and then it clicks. he hates that it’s taken him this long to put the pieces together. you’re like this because of your father.

from that day forward he decides to be the daddy you always needed. he starts out by reprimanding you for small things, like not cleaning the dishes that you toss into the sink, or giving him attitude when it’s unprompted. then it’s controlling your bedtime, he’s already seeing improvements in your behavior after you get more than 4 hours of sleep.

catch him on a bad day with your attitude and you’re being pulled over his knees before you can even roll your eyes. his hands are heavy with each smack that’d delivered to your poor butt. it absolutely kills him to do this to his baby but it’s absolutely worth it when you’re clinging onto him after he’s done, whispering that you’re sorry for being such a bad girl for your daddy.

however; catch him on a good day with your improved attitude and you’re getting a cunt full of cock, meaty muscles draped over the small of your back. your face is pressed into the crook of his neck, hushed praises of how “dada feels so good” is enough for him to blow his load into your spongy walls.

(sorry that this is so long and not that great </3)

-🍥

oh my gosh anon you don’t understand how much i adore ddlg and incest but with a family member that’s not the dad like something ab it is so!!! like big brother leon putting you into check bc your daddy couldn’t bother!!

gosh just. he’s sterner now, doesn’t really have the patience he used to and leon’s sure that if his mom married when he was a little younger, before raccoon city, he’d just put up with your behaviour. just let you push him around, talk down to him and give him whiplash with your mood swings.

you’re so easy once you get put in your place! trained you so well, turns you into the most well-mannered little thing and it makes leon so proud :3 oh my gosh i love this sooooo much i will eat u up

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4lize0

1 year ago

bully tsukishima who shares the same university class as you. tsukishima complained when the new term started and saw you sitting there in his next class, refusing to make eye contact with him. he changed his tune when he was able to sit behind you everyday and make little distressed noises come out of you. he throws pens at you, hitting the back of your head, drawing attention to you both while you try to ignore the snickers from the people around. tsukishima much prefers getting as close as he can to you and pinching your sides, making you quietly yelp, it's the best when he's able to get close to you and squeeze your plush rolls on your stomach, all while you try and move away but he grips on too strong. sometimes he'll get so close he'll be able to smell your perfume and hear your heavy breathing. he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on to hear your sniffles and your breathing hitch while your body shakes. after the class ends you leave as quick as you can, not looking behind you and running away, it just makes tsukishima more determined to get you to look at him next time. for now though he smirks as he gets the best reactions out of you and tries to adjust himself so no one notices how hard he is.

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4lize0

6 years ago

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