Main Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Finally putting this out there so everything is in one spot. All of my stories are written with a gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified. There's probably eventually going to be smaller lists created and added to this, but here's everything as of currently:

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Stray Kids X reader:

Falling in love with Skz [fluff]

Skz finds out you're not eating [hurt/comfort with some angst]

Skz finds you struggling with self harm [hurt/comfort with some angst]

Skz finds you battling suicide [hurt/comfort with some angst]

A flicker of hope [hurt/comfort]

Star lost [comfort/hurt]

Behind the light [comfort with some angst]

Cover me [comfort/hurt]

Comflex [comfort/hurt]

Love is a spider [comfort/hurt]

Youtiful [comfort/hurt]

Idle town [fluff]

It comes and goes in waves [comfort/hurt]

Not strong enough [comfort/hurt with fluff]

Don't let me go [fluff]

And I'll never go home again [comfort/hurt with angst]

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Chan X reader:

Room Temperature Noodles [fluff & comfort/hurt]

Happiness is a butterfly [angst without a happy ending]

I love you, I love you, I love you [fluff & comfort/hurt]

Experience [comfort/hurt]

Teacher's pet [angst with comfort/hurt]

Daddy issues [angst with comfort/hurt]

Kill this love [angst without a happy ending]

Will you have me or watch me fall? [mafia AU]

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Lee Know x reader:

Five, six, seven, eight [fluff with a touch of angst]

Fifty-fifty [comfort/hurt with fluff]

The art of being human [angst with comfort/hurt]

You're somebody else [angst with no happy ending]

To be alone with you [fluff]

Nothing new [comfort/hurt]

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Changbin x reader:

A pickle for your thoughts? [fluff]

Truce? [comfort/hurt]

Swan dive [comfort/hurt]

Northern attitude [comfort/hurt]

I miss you, I'm sorry [angst with no happy ending]

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Hyunjin x reader:

Possibility [angst with no happy ending]

My muse [fluff]

Stupid bird [fluff]

To Saturn and back [angst with no happy ending]

Straight shooter [mafia AU]

The cut that always bleeds [comfort/hurt]

Oranges to orange juice [comfort/hurt with angst]

Love, dad [comfort/hurt]

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Han x reader:

Honey bun [fluff]

Novocaine [fluff]

Enamored Remedy [fluff]

Gone away [angst with no happy ending]

Look after you [comfort/hurt]

Tetris [fluff]

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Felix x reader:

Sweet cheeks [fluff]

Cookie monster [fluff]

Cuddle bug [fluff]

Corroded love [angst with no happy ending]

The depths between [ Siren AU mini-series]

Devil's advocate [Mafia AU]

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Seungmin x reader:

Passionate kisser, unlimited trickster [fluff]

Time, love, effort, and cooties [fluff & comfort/hurt]

This is me trying [comfort/hurt]

Ice, ice, baby [fluff]

Waiting for us [comfort/hurt]

Mess is mine [comfort/hurt]

Birds of a feather [fluff]

Somewhere only we know [fluff]

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I.N x reader:

My baby [fluff]

We'll keep this love in a photograph [right person, wrong time angst]

Duck, duck, goose [angst & comfort]

Already gone [comfort/hurt]

Drowning [comfort/hurt with angst]

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Full length fanfics on Wattpad/Ao3:

Taste | Changbin | Slow burn enemies to lovers

N0 B0DY, N0 CRIM3 | Chan | Mafia/crime AU with a slow burn forbidden romance

Forget-me-not | Seungmin | Memory loss trope with a slow-building romance

He's got the whole world in his hands | Jeongin | Priest psychological horror AU with demonic possession and some forbidden romance

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Cause I love tentacles so much

Guy gets caught by tentacles, at first, he's afraid but the heavy smell of sex and aphrodisiacs in the air just makes him horny and horny, moaning and groaning as the slimy tentacles rub all over his body, letting the aphrodisiac slime spreads all around, as they rip off his clothes, letting his bare body be wrapped around and squeezed by the tendrils, driving him crazier and crazier with lust, as they start to do a few "modifications"

Let some nice ones with suckers attach right to his nipples, injecting something in them as they suck away, sucking and sucking, licking the tip of them, as more and more coat every inch of his body with slime, as one wraps around his cock, and starts to pump away, pumping and pumping, trying to get every drop of cum out of there. But as he begs and moans for more and more, a tendril appears, teasing his lips, making him be a good toy and open his mouth, as it face fucks him and lets him taste how good the tendrils are ~

Hours of this, of being milked and fucked, but a silly toy, so lost in the pleasure, doesn't notice as his chest expands, expanding and expanding, becoming fuller and fuller, as the first drops of milk come out. Being milked away, as the tendrils slide all over their body, slowly reshaping them, their pink slimy settling enough for them to move to the next step~ tendrils descend from the ceiling, eyeballs staring, soon turning to spirals, drilling into their head, telling them to be a good girl, to be a good breeder, to be a good egg laying, to be a good toy for the tentacles. Over and over, as they are reshaped more and more. Hips so wide, ass so big, even while their face fucked you can tell how big their lips got

Their hair growing bigger and pinker, a remnant from the slime. Nothing but moans and groans from the cute toy, only one more thing~

Cumming away over and over, how many loads, how many gallons, it doesn't matter, the slime has settled, all drained and ready to be remade, tendrils coming to push and remold, changing a cock and balls into a pussy and womb, slowly but surely, as the toy can only feel just how good it, as their new hole is made. Memories being forgotten, mind blank, filled with nothing about how to be a good girl, to be a good egg layer, to be a good breeder. Perhaps if you took away the tentacles, she could return, but what many would do that!

But there she is, beautiful, stunning, milky, but very, very empty; it must be remedied quickly! The tendrils pulled out all the stops, sliding into her new hole inch by inch, breaking whatever was left of her mind with the pleasure, letting the thoughts go deeper and deeper, filling not just her mind but her body with what a good egg layer can be. Fucked over and over by the tendrils, filled with cum and eggs, her womb grows, a bulge of cum and eggs, the tendrils finally leaving her mouth to let her breathe, as she drools and begs for more, but a kiss by a tendril tells her later, as she wrapped in tentacles, and comforted, her belly rubbed and rubbed, in a couple days she'll lay, but for now, she's such a good girl. Now she can enjoy a rest and listen to the words of the tentacles of how much a good girl and egg layer she is heheheheh...

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• HIDDEN INVENTORY ARC SERIES •

• GROUP SMAUs- Hidden Inventory Arc (HIA) group chat. cast ᯓ✦: gojo, geto, shoko, nanami, haibara, & utahime

─── texts

Gojo time out: part one

Gojo time out: part two

Gojo’s Big Back-tivites ❤︎

Barbie movies x GC debate

GCs fav disney princesses

Revision with the JJK characters

part one : GC x Y/N likes who?? + bonus priv texts ❤︎

⤷ part two : GC x Y/N’s ‘date’

GC x Girls on a trip ❤︎

Gc x Kiss, Marry, Kill

Who’s awake? x GC

Get this spider x GC ❤︎

Stupid questions x GC

‘The Perfect Couple?’ x GC ❤︎

Pick a movie ! x GC + bonus priv texts

Training [failed] x GC

Pre-Exchange event drama

Karaoke Day x GC

Babysitting x GC ❤︎ ⤷ P2 : babysitting Himari w/Haibara and Nanami -drabble

Game Night x GC

Gojo’s cookies: gone wrong x GC ❤︎

Gojo’s food combos x GC ❤︎

Pizza night x GC

Date?? X GC +insta post +priv chats ❤︎

Geto’s spice tolerance x GC

Injured x GC ︎ ︎❤︎

Dating advice x GC new post !

Late Dinner Plans x GC JUST POSTED !!!!

⋘ upcoming works… ⋙

Amusement park x GC monday @ 21:00 BST. ^^ 🔗 request

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• send requests and I’ll choose some to write for the upcoming week >.< •

─── drabbles

Babysitting Haibara’s younger sister with him and Nanami

─── social media

Happy Birthday Y/N insta smau

HIA characters as your best friend: part one

HIA characters as your best friend: part two

Night Out X HIA characters: part one

Night Out X HIA characters: part two

• CHARACTER SMAU AU

─── social media

Rockstar!Geto Suguru insta AU ❤︎

• HEADCANNONS + SILLY n FUNNY STUFF

JJK characters as cats: part one

JJK characters as cats: part two

Random things about JJK characters ❤︎

Hobbies JJK characters would have

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fics/drabbles

• it’s a date!

• he pays for everything

• long day

• arabella

• good morning

• sunny spring day

• save a horse…

• no days off

• big and strong

• oil change

• sun shining, breeze blowing, hearts thumping

• the sun’s hot but you’re hotter

• jealous!

• drunk texting

• the moon says hello

• back to bed

• spring cleaning

• washing your hair

• baby photos

• more than anything

• why not both?

• country sunrise

• worst case scenario

• showing off

• surprise visit

• rodeo night

• flower crowns

• yuuji coming to visit

• maybe dinner can wait…

• stargazing

• pre-wedding jitters

• handsy?

• please don’t get bored

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• wedding bells

• overworked

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• listen to me

• when you get jealous

• surprise!

• morning routine

• just a little longer…

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! 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨

ALPHA! GOJO x F OMEGA! READER

+ synopsis. you live in a world where omega and alpha qualities are medically treated at birth to become dormant later in life. present day, only betas & pseudo-betas exist, pheromones & its effects are left in the distant past, and heats & ruts are reduced to monthly cycles of being slightly hornier than normal, nothing more.

so, what happens when a curse you encounter induces a heat in you far worse than anything recorded in modern times?

+ alternatively. in which even a special grade sorcerer isn’t immune to the curse-induced heat of an omega — you, the partner he's pined for over the course of your entire friendship — forcing you and him to go back to your primal roots.

+ cw. forced A/B/O dynamics, lovesick! gojo, slight! geto x reader, sorcerer! reader, dubcon (technically sex pollen), reader is born an omega, gojo and geto are born alphas, gojo's infinity can't block scent for fic purposes, geto doesn’t turn au, use of restraints, mating call, mutual pining, it gets playful / lighthearted in the middle, implied 'medical' use of sex toys, dirty thoughts, lordosis, petnames (angel, love), pussy job, constant pov switches towards the end, cunnilingus, ass fingering, piv, cervix kisses, confessions, shared orgasm, creampie, knotting, no beta bye, 3.5k+ words, MDNI

+ masterlists. general ┆ jujutsu kaisen ┆ collab

♥︎ aki’s note. big thank you to raven (@raven-cincaide) for sprinting with me ♡ ++ this very late fic is part of my into the omegaverse collab ♡ please show some love to everybody’s amazing works when you can!

He came as soon as he heard. Plagued by his racing thoughts, Satoru stands still, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he watches you from behind the glass window. Though he appears to be calm, seeing you like this is torture.

“How long has she been in there?” Suguru puts his hands in his pockets, taking the spot next to Satoru.

“Too long,” he breathes. And it’s only been half a day. His 6 eyes have been agonizingly locked on your form the entire time, piercing blue eyes peering through the glass and into your poor disturbed soul. You’ve been crying non stop ever since they found you. Eyes glossy, pupils blasted, spewing incoherent words, skin damp and hot.

They needed to restrain your arms and legs to be able to perform tests on you, but that didn’t stop you from crossing your knees, relying on friction to rub your pussy as best as you can. All this, as your body wriggles beneath the harsh clinic lights. You’ve gone absolutely feral. Your cries are pitched an octave higher than what Satoru’s used to. And as much as he doesn’t want to believe it, it’s as if… “It’s as if she’s calling out to someone.”

“To you, you mean?” Suguru scoffs.

Paper seals secure the walls of your room. Remnants of the curse linger around your body and because of that, they’ve deemed it safer to assume only born-betas are allowed direct contact. For now, at least. Shoko says they don’t know if there are aftereffects — meaning, if exposure to a victim could also trigger a rut in an alpha. And now they’re dealing with pheromones, not just cursed energy, so infinity is out of the question. That means Shoko gets to stay with you, and the two born-alphas are to stay on this side until further notice. 

Satoru hates it – being separated from you by a wall like this. Not like you weren’t already normally separated by one, considering your room in the dorms is right next to his. But he particularly hates how this renders him unable to barge in on you any time he wants.

Right now, he wants to annoy you. He wants to poke fun at you. He wants to pull your strings because he likes it when you get fake-mad. You’re cute when you do that. Plus, he uses it to his advantage knowing you can never actually stay mad at him for too long — a weakness the two of you share.

“Heard the report got it all wrong.” Suguru pats Satoru’s back. “Special grade 1, was it? Quite the leap from semi-grade 1.” Suguru shakes his head, chuckling in disbelief. He’s never seen his best friend so distraught. But Suguru reassures him, telling him not to worry and reminding him of the fact that, at the very least, “She’s alive and kicking. Well, kicking too hard for that matter. Those knots are gonna bruise.”

“She should’ve called me. Fucking idiot.” Satoru clicks his tongue.

They have brought in experts — historians, even. They have tried every omega medicine known to man. Emergency suppressants that were once obsolete are concocted that same day. Everything should’ve shown immediate effects. And yet, it’s almost laughable how it all seemed like they were only giving you placebo meds, forcing you to down so many in so little time. Since nothing has worked, Shoko sent them away.

What’s worse is, the curse is exorcised. And in the world of Jujutsu Sorcery, killing a curse usually takes all its enchantments with it. So, if the curse is dead and you’re still experiencing the worst heat known to man, they could damn well consider your revert permanent if they don’t do something about it quickly.

The two men jolt back upon smelling a very pronounced aroma of burnt cinnamon on Shoko who’s left the room for the first time in the last 6 hours. Her hair is slightly disheveled, slightly damp from sweat. And the circles around her eyes have grown visibly darker and heavier.

“Can’t imagine our forefathers going nuts over that stench.” Suguru lightens the mood, fanning his hand in front of his face. He blinks his tears dry as a result of inhaling a whiff of the strong odor.

“It’s not that bad.” Satoru scrunches his nose as he’s suddenly taken aback, though he’s not particularly repulsed by the scent. If anything, he’s immediately convinced it’s something he doesn’t mind living with. “Plus, I heard it’s slightly different for every omega.”

“Finally, some fresh fucking air,” Shoko murmurs as she leans on the glass, head thrown back as she lights up a cigarette. Apparently, she hasn’t had one since they brought you in. “Welp, tried everything. Even left her alone with toys to do—”

“Herself?” Suguru teases.

Satoru scratches his throat. “Did it- uhm… did it help?”

“Not one bit.”

“Maybe you… didn’t give her enough time?” Satoru nonchalantly suggests, pouting as he subconsciously takes notes for himself if he ever gets presented with the opportunity.

“I let her at it for an hour.” Shoko huffs out smoke in the direction opposite to the two men. “I even gave her… options, you know.”

Satoru mentally kicks himself as his thoughts run wild. He can still see the tip of the pink silicone popping out of one of the trays, girth not so different from his. He hates Shoko for doing a shitty job at concealing it because blood rushes to his cock just by looking at that thing, knowing it had gone inside you. He thinks about what other toys Shoko had you use — thinks about which one was able to make you cum the fastest, which one was your favorite?

Fuck. Now, he has to keep adjusting his stance, marching in place like a damn soldier till he manages to get his half-hard cock into a better position in his pants. Using his hands then and there is not an option for obvious reasons.

“Satoru.” Shoko’s tone becomes more serious. “You can drag this longer than it needs to be. But you know there’s only one surefire tried-and-tested-literally-by-millions-way to cure a heat.” She takes a long puff, blowing smoke in between words, embers flickering on the end of her half-done stick. “You up for it?”

“Don’t be stupid.” Of course he is.

Suguru and Shoko shoot each other knowing glances, the former raising an eyebrow as if to say ‘watch this’. “Satoru, If you’re not gonna do it, I wi—”

“I’ll fucking kill you,” Satoru spits, not letting his best friend finish his sentence. The two quickly exchange low fives, chuckling at the expense of their lovesick friend. Satoru turns to Shoko, paying no mind to his friends so blatantly enjoying themselves in the middle of a crisis. “You’re sure you’ve done everything you can?”

“Everything I can, yes. You’ve exhausted all the favors you can ask of me, it’s high time you deal with your own problems.” Shoko prods two fingers onto Satoru’s chest.

“Want her to want it,” Satoru speaks softly.

“Are you blind? Did your fucking 6 eyes stop working?” Shoko looks at Satoru, puzzled, as if she wonders why Satoru isn’t seeing what she’s seeing. “Oh, I’m pretty sure she wants it bad.”

“Want her to want me.”

Shoko rolls her eyes and disposes of her cigarette though it’s a couple more puffs away from when she usually stops. She’s at her limit. “Wait here.”

Trying to prove a point, she goes to the supply room and comes back with two handkerchiefs — a white one and a blue one. She then pats the white one with the sweat off of Satoru’s nape, and the other with Suguru’s. “Pray with me, boys. One of you’s gonna have to return to their roots.” She cracks her neck, preparing to head back in.

The sound of your cries increase and decrease in volume when Shoko opens and closes the door behind her.

“Shoko, Shoko, please! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it—”

Shoko waves the blue handkerchief above your head, grabbing your attention for only a few seconds till you’re back to screaming in agony. She can almost hear Suguru scoffing on the other side. She then takes out the white cloth with Satoru’s scent, and like a moth to a flame, you’re instantly drawn to it. Your breaths have finally steadied. You take quick bouts of whiffs, head craning every which way she drags the piece of cloth.

She leaves you with the handkerchief after letting your arms and legs loose, allowing you to curl up in a ball as you desperately inhale Satoru’s scent. It’s the first thing that has calmed you in hours. Nonetheless, this relief is temporary. Pretty soon you’ll be needing something stronger. Something more potent. Something in its rawest form.

“S-satoru,” you breathe through the handkerchief, staring at the two-way mirror like a faint prayer to the god you know is there. “Shoko, please get me Satoru.” Your words are clear as day, and that’s the first coherent thing you’ve said all day.

Shoko’s eyes dart to where she’s sure Satoru stands. “Do you see it now?” she mouths.

Satoru’s jaw stiffens, stomach now a mangled mess of anticipation and guilt. On the one hand, he’s relieved. He’s not sure what he would’ve done if you’d reacted the same way to Suguru’s scent. On the other hand, he knows what’s going to happen now. Not like he didn’t see this coming.

…

Though she didn’t have to, Shoko chose to make a nest of Satoru’s clothes for you in his own bed. “Thought I’d at least make the effort to help make it romantic, no?”

Except nothing about this is romantic. Jujutsu dorm walls thankfully aren’t thin, but thin enough for him to hear your cries from behind his door.

Satoru takes a second to collect himself, getting square with the fact that this isn’t how he wanted your first time to go. He can smell you from where he stands, forcibly reminding him for every second he delays that you’re in there, waiting for him.

He’s played your first time over and over in his head as he fucked his fist — almost every morning in the shower, once or twice in your room when you were out on a mission, and many, many times in the very bed you’re nestled now. Out of the hundreds of scenarios he’s made up of him making love to you in his head, he’s never once pictured this.

His friends have pestered him about this for so long, urging him to take the first step or else Suguru — and on some occasions, Shoko — won’t hesitate to whisk you off your feet. But he tells them he has his reasons for constantly holding off. He says it’s because you’re perfect for him, and so he wanted your first to be perfect — plain and simple. He says it so matter-of-factly, too. But now, to hell with the perfect scenario because as it turns out, it’s mother nature herself who decides to give him one crazy hell of a push to make a move.

Satoru enters his room. Greeted with the raw and unbound fragrance of your heat, his heart pounds in his chest. He coos upon seeing you hugging his pillow, all plump and ready for him. Suddenly, it registers in his head that he’s seeing you naked for the first time, lying in his bed. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he says more to himself, trying to convince himself that this is real — that you’re real.

“‘M sorry, it hurts— hurts so bad, Satoru. ‘M sorry!” He’s sorry it has to be like this, too. But he’s not so sorry that you’d asked for him.

With dried up tears along your cheeks, and fresh ones in your eyes, your cried out voice croaks, “Satoru, help me please. I need you.” You roll on your belly, propping your forearms as you bury your face in his scent, whining into his pillow, back arching + ass perked up, as you shamelessly stroke your pussy to his face. “N-need you now, please, please, please?”

Fuck.

Even now, it melts his heart seeing you so full of want.

“Shh, shh, shh. I’m here aren’t I?”

Satoru doesn’t miss the way your hand grips the sheets as you watch him discard his clothes. He sees the absolute delight in your face, the flexing of your belly, the further bend of your back, the quicker strokes of your fingers around your clit. But it’s the sight of your nectar dripping out of you that finally makes him break.

With how hard he is and how much he wants to devour you like crazy, he could easily be mistaken for an alpha in a rut. He swears his chemical makeup has nothing to do with it. He just wants you that bad.

Suddenly, the space between you and him doesn’t exist. You moan out loud just by being touched by him. He engulfs you in his arms forcing you to sit up, hot skin against even hotter skin, your back pressed flush against his torso as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. And your slick — god, your honeyed slick — begins to coat his hard cock speared between your legs and along your puffy folds.

Fuck.

“Sweet angel.” His eyes roll back as he takes in all of your scent.

His cock twitches between your legs, pre-cum starting to drip off his tip. He feels a tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach as soon as he gets into contact with your slick. Your touch is so fucking electric. One hand wraps around your stomach while the other reaches for your breast, cupping and kneading the soft flesh, feeling your thuds of a heartbeat beneath his palm. You smell so fucking good upclose, your scent keeps hooking and hooking him in, and taking care of you is all he cares about. That's all that matters. He’s holding you now and yet he’s unable to satiate this mad need to be closer to you. He needs to be closer. He needs to make love to you. Needs to be in you—

“S-Satoru.” You guide the hand on your breast, intertwining with his fingers, pressing harder, rougher, against your skin. “You feel so good, Satoru. Please move. N-need more.”

Satoru releases a deep groan in your ear when you bring your knees together, locking his cock between your legs as you begin to grind your pussy on his erection, nectar lubing your every sway.

“E-easy, eaaasy,” Satoru’s voice is low and breathy. He hisses with every roll of your hips, breath hitching as your pussy drags his foreskin back and forth, balls kissing the back of your thighs. Mind hazy with want, he presses his cheek on yours, planting open mouthed and sloppy kisses on the side of your face.

“Not so fast!” Satoru holds your hips in place when you start to pick up the pace, making you whine, “Wha–”

“Too fast, I’m sorry.” Satoru trails apologetic kisses along your jaw. “Not there- don’t want to cum there.”

He apologizes as a tinge of guilt prickles his throat seeing you so utterly vulnerable. Your eyes plead for him to fill you then and there but he needs this moment to last as long as possible, even if it means prolonging your agony.

“S-Satoru, can’t wait any longer!” You try to move your hips but they’re locked in place. 

“No.” He says, firmly, and it hurts to tell you that. “Not yet.” Tears well up in your eyes as your chest heaved at the height of your confusion. Your mouth opens, trying to find words, but before you get to complain, he gives you a soft, chaste kiss — your very first one, he realizes — and tells you, “Get down for me.”

And with tears in your eyes, you oblige. He supposes this is the work of the reemergence of your makeup and raging hormones, making you so pliant and submissive, you’re willing to do his bidding even when you’re on the verge of insanity — when, before this, you always had a stubbornness in you he’d always been fond of. But then again, at this very moment, you’re desperate. And you’re desperate for him.

“Satoru, I don’t know what you’re up to b-but please, don’t take long- oh!” Your protests are quickly replaced with cries as you feel a soft, wet muscle slide across your folds. He’s always had that habit of not letting you finish. To think it’s something he takes to bed with him makes your stomach coil. “Fuck!”

Hot breath fans your folds as he splits your slit open with his tongue, and all you can do is shudder in place, wallowing in the extreme pleasure that dozens of toys weren’t able to give you. You’re practically leaking on his face, honey dripping down his chin, the tip of his nose pressing into your ass.

His tongue squelches with every lick, twisting your core in knots with every line drawn. And then it’s as if Satoru’s lips are sealed around your clit, puckering and sucking on the sensitive bud.

“Satoru, oh god. ‘Toru, so good, ‘s so fucking good~” Your eyebrows furrow, lips pursing as he relentlessly flicks his tongue on your clit.

“Oh!” You scream when a honeyed digit enters your ass, thumb hooking and pressing hard against your g-spot, all while his tongue remains fixated on your clit. “Fuck- mmm!”

You can’t help but mewl and cuss into your first orgasm — the first one he granted you, that is — wave of pleasure washing across your body as he eats out your high. And while it’s a sensation that gives you a sense of satisfaction, you’re left wanting more. You’re left needing more.

“Please fill me- can’t wait any longer- please, alpha~”

Oh, now you’ve done it.

“Sorry, love.” Satoru pulls you back into his chest and cups your cheek, making you look over your shoulder and into his face. “Neither can I.”

“Sato- Oh!” Gagged by the feeling of friction in your aching walls, the very first one you had welcomed since your heat, you’re at a loss for words when his cock enters you, bottoming out straight away. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ and he instinctively closes the gap, savoring your mouth, and with every click and swirl of your tongues, he thinks you are probably the softest, most delicate thing he’s ever tasted.

He knows he’s screwed, tasting you for the first time, knowing he’ll never want anything other than you, your lips, your pussy, this feeling ever again.

You feel as if every pump of his cock scratches that stubborn itch that’s spread across your pussy since your heat. And every satisfying ram of his hips kisses your cervix, bringing you closer and closer to your high, as if this — his cock, and the feeling of his body rocking your own — has been what’s missing in your life.

“Scream for me, angel,” Satoru grumbles against your ear as he feels himself nearing his own climax. Suddenly, his mouth is back on yours, kissing you, with you purring against his lips as he fucks you through your shared high.

“I–” When his pace comes to a full stop, you know what’s about to come. And he doesn’t know what to say. Shoko’s already briefed him on what’ll happen to an alpha who cums in an omega in heat, not that he doesn’t know what a knot is. He just doesn’t know what to expect. Still, he wants you to take it. Even now, he wants you to want it. But he studies that curious look on your face, and as he scrambles for words, it seems it’s your turn to finally shut him up.

“I love you, Satoru.”

Satoru chuckles. More to himself.

“I love you, too.” Satoru, with breaths uneven, relaxes his forehead against yours. Satoru steadies himself, and pretty soon, you collapse in his arms as his knot locks in your core.

...

"Hey," Satoru breaks the silence. "You know... taking my knot like that means you practically asked me to marry you."

"Shut up."

—

Shoko alternates between looking at you and flipping the pages of the report in her clipboard. It seems that you’re technically back to normal but she’s got that look in her face as if a couple of words are stuck behind her throat.

“It’s fine. Hit me with it,” you prompt. “What is it?”

“Well, you’re now a full-blown omega is what it is,” Shoko says without an ounce of concern in her voice. “But seeing as you’ve got… help now,” Shoko’s eyes dart to Satoru who’s standing in the corner, “there’s really not much to do about it.”

“Is that so?” You chuckle at the playful tension between Satoru and Shoko.

“You’re ‘help’, by the way,” Shoko addresses Satoru.

“A big one, too,” he adds.

“Keep it in your pants.” Shoko puts her clipboard aside and scratches her temple. “Still, it’s insane that this is what finally brought you two together.”

Shoko’s words put a longing, knowing smile to your face. "This silly guy waited too long."

“Hey, if that’s what it took. Who am I to complain?” Satoru shrugs, ego fluffed by the thought that you’re finally his. And the fact that he and you are the only active alpha and omega in the world? How special is that?

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