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i have beef with kanaya maryam bc she's just too fucking cool for a 13 year old it's not allowed. you can't be 13 years old and a lesbian vampire whose signature weapon is lipstick that turns into a chainsaw. she literally died and picked herself up and cut her murderer in half what the fuck

Going into heat in-front of big alpha ushijima while you’re interviewing him for an article, and he has no choice but to help you out of course! And obviously this leads to his rut and all hell breaks loose 🫣

alpha! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! omega! reader | mdni | 725 words | omegaverse, knotting, rough sex, claiming, possessive language, i want to be claimed by ushi :(

you think it’s nerves at first. he’s big and intimidating, so serious as he sits opposite you, his answers thoughtful but concise. there are signs, you’re too aware of his scent, woody and warm and so overpowering. your thighs squeeze together, fidgeting in your chair more than you should. but then you feel that deep twist in your belly, the aching feeling of emptiness setting in. and you can see his face turn as well, jaw tight and eyes blown, his fingers dig into the arm rests. his voice is deeper than before when he speaks. 

it all happens so fast. he’s dragging you by the wrist, his grip almost painful. he looks almost broader. bigger as he shields you from the predatory stares of lesser alphas. but he promises to protect you, that you’ll be safe in his hotel room. and he lets you bury your face into his chest, warm and comforting. 

but it only makes that empty feeling grow and slick dribble down your thighs.

“i’m sorry, i’m s-so sorry.” you must look so pathetic, sniffling and pulling at the sleeve of his jacket. your words come out all wrong and jumbled when you try to explain that this shouldn’t be happening, it shouldn’t be happening.

he’s towering over you now, breathing heavy as he presses his body into yours. it’s not his fault, his instincts taking over, resolve wavering. the wooden door almost giving way to his strength as he holds it open for you. and he will leave, he will leave, he should leave.

he doesn’t leave. not when your little fingers twist into his shirt. when you plead for him to please, please not leave you alone. so he doesn’t. 

you lie beneath him, clothes half torn off and trembling. his hand wrapped around your jaw, holding your mouth open as he tastes you, a kiss so deep you almost choke on it. 

his hands are rough over your feverish skin, pushing you down into the mattress, pulling your thighs further apart. so soft, so sweet under his tongue, completely at his mercy. his nose pressed into your pulse point, he can feel your blood burning through your veins, how your heart quickens, and that smell. sweet and comforting, like you were made for him. 

the face you make when he pushes inside you, eyes crossed and pouting, delicate fingers digging into his biceps. and you feel the tears running down your cheeks, unsure of whether it’s the relief of finally feeling so, so perfectly stuffed full, or the pain of being stretched around the girth of his cock. 

he knows he shouldn’t do this. his tongue leaving over your neck, teeth bared and grazing over the column of your throat, itching to sink into your soft flesh. but he can’t pull himself away from you. he’s never had an omega so perfect, already boneless and teary eyed from a few shallow thrusts. 

wakatoshi wraps his hand around your neck, holding your face so that you have no other choice but to look at him. and he can watch you break as he snaps his hips harshly, the tip of his cock pressed into your cervix, picking up speed as he ruts into you. 

maybe he wants to have you forever.

“is this what you wanted, omega?” there’s a wild look in his eyes, pupils blown and black.

“y-yeah.” barely even coherent, a sound between a gasp and a sob. “yes.”

he can smell it on you, the devastating need to be claimed. it’s intoxicating. then there’s the sound of your squelching pussy, dripping with so much slick that it’s covering his lower abdomen, running down his thighs. 

clawing at this shoulder blades as your walls clamp around his length, sucking him in. he can feel how close you are, his cock throbs at the sound of you your moans devolving into shrill sobs as he pounds into you. 

“such a perfect little omega.” 

you feel his cock swell inside you, and finally, finally the ache turns into searing pleasure. 

“you’re mine.” his head falls back into the crook of your neck. “say it.”

maybe it’s how you cum so hard that your brain feels like mush, or the instinctual need to obey someone so overwhelming, but you say it. “‘m yours.”

then his teeth sink into your neck 

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the way i remember every line said during the 'confession in the rain' scene of pride and prejudice but can't for the life of me recall what i studied yesterday