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God, he was so pretty.
Who the fuck even made men- alphas- pretty like this? Simply an unfair evolutionary advantage to better suit the needs to birds, apparently, not 6 foot 5 inches of pure muscle, hellfire and brimstone rage.
Seriously, who’s making these people?
“Are you just going to stare at my ass or actually work on those drills I asked you to be done with twenty minutes ago?” A raised, unimpressed eyebrow over a pitch-black eyepatch froze the blood within your veins.
Your eyes razed a path- from a source you had no conscious idea of how it found itself there- from said rudely covered cheeks up to the blazing red of too-many eyes and too much devilish bemusement. The flames of pure, humiliating embarrassment fanned itself across your neck and up into your scalp. You grinned like a dumbass at the older alpha glaring you down.
“Drills. Now. Add three miles to that list of shit you need to do before I come over there.” Manually nodding your head took an act of god to unglue the perfectly aligned muscles of your neck to accomplish. Eyes- fuck even with an eyepatch there’s too many- gave you a blatantly unenthused once over before leaving you to your scrambling devices. By the time the older man turned his back to you once more, your muscles melted, and you flung a hand out to grab a training staff to start up on drills you actually weren’t sure the assignment of.
It quickly became clear you should’ve been paying closer attention to the words leaving the lips you couldn’t quite take your eyes off of, but alas, a wild bundle of pure mass and no cushion slamming into your unaware body removed any coherent thought being considered before you were fully blacked out in front of said beautiful jujutsu special grade.
You couldn’t even begin to consider your awakening wondrous or refreshing. Regardless of specialty with the healing sector of the jujutsu world, even Shoko had her limits to removing the absolute horrors of the post-healing migraine that ravaged your entire being.
You woke up screaming bloody murder, not that that’s much of surprise with how often you’ve undergone these reversal healings.
Peeling your eyelids open was an even harder struggle. Vision swimming and severely unfocused- more concussion and less sleep induced- had your stomach rapidly turning from neutral to holy fuck where’s the trash can-
“Jesus, your generation can’t handle a thing, huh?” The rhetorical question was not on your list of appropriate things to ask while dry heaving through a concussion, but alas, not everyone has the pleasure of Ryomen Sukuna being their professor.
“Phh-uck, eugh, fuck off-“ the gag that follows was not pretty, but flicking off the professor made up for your losses in dignity.
An amused, wonderfully rich chuckle filled your ringing ears. “Alright, just making sure my least favorite student isn’t wounded beyond repair. Need you out on the field in the next hour. You owe me laps and then I got a mission for ya.”
You groaned miserably into the threadbare pillow under your spinning head. You take back everything you ever fantasized about the special grade- fuck the alpha and every horse he rode in on.
A hand settled heavily along your shaking shoulder blade- body propped awkwardly on an elbow while your stomach revolted- spreading wondrous warmth and a spiced, barrel-aged bourbon scent that somehow eased the discomfort within your stomach. Never mind, I think I’m in love again.
“Up and at ‘em, twinkletoes, put a move on.” The hand- traitor- fully turned into a scruffed grip around the nape of your neck, effectively removing any potential fight you may have sought to incite with the professor. Pup pheromones swarmed the air, mingling enticingly with the delicious scent of a seasoned alpha, relaxing you further into the, ideally, safe hold around your most sensitive glands.
You quickly saw the error in your ways; instinctual safety being damned to hell the moment Sukuna decided to use his grip around your neck to lift you bodily off the fucking bed and deposit your awkwardly locked limbs onto the floor of a hallway leading to the outside fields. You couldn’t help the whine of pure despair from leaving your mouth. Sukuna simply grumbled some bullshit about it, the asshole.
“I’m not asking again, move.” The demand wasn’t quite an alpha command but had enough bite and growl tinging the words to get your ass off the ground and moving in a very robotic march towards the fields. This movement was not medically cleared by any professional, however the spinning of your head was voided immediately upon insinuated threat-to-your-life induced adrenaline. You hightailed it out of Sukuna’s grabbing range and all but sprinted out of the hallway.
“Three miles!” The nerve rattling roar of a grumpy alpha had you nearly setting track records for yourself around those fuck ass sports fields, concussion be damned.
The same traitorous hand that gripped you like the jaws of life and dangled you like a doll, descended upon your shoulder once more. Only this time, you bodily jolted away from the burning warmth of too big of a hand, stumbling over your useless limbs as you made to get away from any further manhandling the older alpha decided to put you through.
A small grunt of disapproval was your only reaction for your efforts; however, Sukuna cleared any further response to your pup induced mistrust, carrying on with whatever the man had planned for your tutelage- torture.
“Higher ups had a mission for you, however the situations changed, need more backup than a student on this one,” the pleasant rumble of your professor had your attention honing in on the words leaving his mouth. You turned and straightened yourself up- headache not enjoying any of this- giving your full attention to the alpha.
“While I don’t exactly agree with the need for me to be there, you’re old enough to handle this yourself, those old fuckers want me there since the cursed energy has dropped into special grade territory.” The alpha rolled his visible eyes, apparently exasperated with the whims of the elderly council. “Should just have you registered as special grade, fuck this first grade nonsense.”
Except that would never be possible without your presentation into a secondary gender.
With the genetic mutations of secondary genders having been factored into the existing chaos of the curse grading system of the jujutsu world, special grades had been exclusively relegated to both the powerful and presented. Rarely have there been cases where pups- unpresented secondary genders- were deemed worthy enough for a special grade rating.
However, Sukuna seemed adamant about not giving a fuck about social elitists- his own self-righteous opinions adamantly apparent to every soul within a fifty-mile radius of those in charge of Ryomen Sukuna. The same alpha who treats every pup under his wing as a seasoned special grade, regardless of schooling status.
“You know for a fact the council would never let a pup in high school be registered as a special grade,” you stated the obvious, but Sukuna was on a roll and needed his angst reeled in. “And I know, for a fact, that the council is full of old ass betas who couldn’t see talent if it was bouncin’ on their dicks.” The vulgarity of the statement removed your comprehension of an insanely flattering compliment from the alpha. You couldn’t help but appreciate his sass.
“Okay, so, special grade situation, where?” At this point, your concussion was beginning to catch up as the adrenaline wore off from your run, therefore moving onto the mission was important should your body choose rest over getting shit over and done with.
“Miura, in the Koajiro no Mori Forest. Hikers goin’ too deep into the forest and goin’ missing, have the locals scared to even go near the woods. Readings on curse activity been skyrocketing about 2 kilometers into the forest, further off the trails,” the alpha explained, tone flattening into the informative professional the special grade sorcerer truly encapsulated.
You nodded along, absorbing any and all details on the provided debrief, a touch confused on sources the cursed energy was stemming from. “Any ideas on the source?” “Nah, no witnesses or survivor reports to speculate anything. That’s why they’re sendin’ us in. The monitored electromagnetic spikes have started increasing, apparently it used to only be a third grader, but the uptick in energy and disappearances requires special treatment.”
Nodding in confirmation- wincing from the jerky motion rattling your throbbing brain- you started making your way towards a vacant table to set down your training gear and begin plotting your plan of attack for dealing with the situation. A hand gripping your upper arm stopped your progress.
“You learned your lesson,” was your only warning before a riptide of contrasting cursed energies began to flood your core. The yelp you let out was not masculine in any way, yet you were left open mouthed and glued in place as Sukuna’s induced positive energy began to mend the throbbing dizziness of your concussion. By the time Sukuna pulled his hand away from you, the skin burning white hot under the remnants of conductive cursed energy, you were left breathless and crouched in the grass field as your body finished mending itself.
It wasn’t even that you weren’t used to the feeling of a reversal technique, it was purely due to the raw power driving it through your system. A seasoned alpha with too much cursed energy that could level cities, refining it and letting it safely course through your own core-tangling and manipulating the negativity into the positive energy required for healing physical ailments. All of it left you panting, the alpha’s cursed energy a weighted burn through your entire being- a lava flow of injected chemicals into a death-row inmate, spiked with the heady influx of spiced bourbon and lethal in its potency. Your skin crawled with the rivulets of cloying energy, your body relaxing as its hurts were aided.
“Do-don’t, fuck, you couldn’t have knocked me out before doing all that?” Your exasperated breathlessness did little to support your annoyance with the man, a resounding huff of amusement your only response. Sukuna then turned his back to you, his gait lax and easy as he made his merry way off to your intended first location. Meanwhile, you were shaking off the remnants of tingling reversals, head finally clear of the dull throbbing and eyes finally beginning to focus on the finer details of the world surrounding you. You followed Sukuna off to the tables along the outskirts of the fields.
“You know, I know the council likes to withhold their funds for practical things like updating the gym and the classrooms, but I fear the purse strings are a little too tied up.” Saying the lodgings you and Sukuna were supposed to stay within for the duration of the mission was nice was too generous of a word to properly describe the actual dump the school was shacking you both up in.
“Not like we’re gonna be staying here much, pup,” Sukuna grumbled, dropping his belongings along the peeling wallpaper at the foot of the bed. “Plus, this is a fishing town, everything’s either an inn or campsite, quit yer bitchin’ and let’s get the mission done with.” The alpha disappeared into a bathroom that almost required a Sukuna shaped frame in order to properly fit his mass within. The annoyed sounds of shuffling and banging eventually resulted in a slamming, creaking door and a deadbolt latching.
You sighed, annoyed by the entire situation you were finding yourself forced into with the sorcerer. Deciding to organize your thoughts, you went about lightly scenting the comically small room, rubbing wrists along the pillows and entryways, the milky pheromones of pup beginning to fill the stale air, soothing your tense instincts.
The plan was supposed to be relatively simple- as is the case ninety percent of the time when planning special grade missions- however the longer you sat stinking up the cramped room, the longer a sinking gut feeling of dread began to fester. The cursed energy, a looming, dark cloud of suffocating agony, was much more apparent the closer to the forest you and Sukuna found yourselves. Even within the ideal safety of a lodge not far off the coast of the peninsula, miles away from the actual source of the darkness seeping into the town, the hair-raising unsettled feeling that made your internal energy twist and writhe against the pressure of was furthering your discomfort with carrying out the mission.
“Jesus, open a fuckin’ window, I’m suffocating, kid.” The reverb of older alpha vocalizations ripped you from your musings, head spinning painfully to shoot an annoyed, mildly fearful look at the sorcerer. Your professor had changed outfits, teaching garb replaced with muscle clinging tactical gear you found yourself shifting uncomfortably from a new rise of emotions and thoughts. You blinked dumbly as the alpha scoffed and traipsed his fitted self across the room to jerk up a squealing window in order to air out your stink.
“Hurry up and change, pup, wheel’s up in ten.” The western phrasing was almost lost on you before the alpha pinched a scent gland along your throat that had you startling into motion to hole yourself up in the tiny bathroom and mentally prep yourself for something that wasn’t salivating for your professor.
Mission uniform promptly zipped up, cursed weapons strapped to your body, and face finally cooling from the water you splashed onto it, you were finally ready to face the danger of curse extermination.
“Gonna have to hike the trail first, looks like we’ll get into the perimeter of the energy field around sunset, make sure you bring a backup light on the off chance you forget you can use curse energy,” you rolled your eyes at the teasing, the alpha giving a smug smirk for your troubles as you both made your way out of the lodging and into black car the school kindly provided.
Of course, with Sukuna driving he just had to pull all the attractive tropes that came with reversing, manhandling the steering wheel with a solitary hand, and driving at what was clearly well above the speed limit with safe, sane understandings of what the car could handle. You relegated your gaze to watching the bay as it transitioned into water reclamation and sprawling greenery.
Gravel shifted with the maneuvering of tires off pavement and onto wildlife conscious rock filled paths, the car bumping and jostling the alphas hand from its perch on the stick shift onto your upper chest- a bracing that wasn’t necessary yet seemed a subconscious response to jarring changes to the status quo. Your legs nudged closer towards each other at the action.
“R-right, I’ll grab our packs and meet you at the trail entrance,” you asserted roughly, voice catching on the rough lump slowly making itself noticeable in the back of your throat, scent tinging something less innocent or pup-like and more spiced and heavier. You swallowed harshly to ease the discomfort.
The alpha nodded, stepping out onto the crunching trail, nose upturned as he began to scent the air heavily- mind turning its full attention to the mission at hand. Meanwhile, you scrambled like a mad dog to grab both of your packs and haul the things towards a hyper-focused sorcerer.
“We’ll head north along the trail. Keep your nose on for any increases in sulfur scent, shits already irritating my sinuses, it’s only gonna get worse the closer we get.” You nodded silently, handing off the alpha’s pack before shrugging your own onto your shoulders. The sorcerer’s mouth was parted, clearly allowing for deeper scenting of the thick and dense forest air, vomeronasal organ working double time to decipher location and severity of the cursed energy beginning its creep around your figures.
With Sukuna scenting the air, you kept your eyes out and on high alert around you, that sinking feeling returning to your fraying nerves- instincts on high alert once more as the scent of sulfur and decay began to settle into your sinuses. Making your slow trek up the nicely made trail, you both stayed on guard. You reached back into your pack to grab an EMF meter, flicking it on, the loud clicking of the device earned you a sharp glare from the alpha burning with cursed energy beside you. Shooting the man a grin, you continued monitoring the electromagnetic field spikes-the closer you got to the source, the more rapid the spikes.
The sudden scream of the EMF meter, followed by the rough grip of the alpha yanking you towards the tree line, had you dropping into a defensive position. Meter clicked off and shoved into your pack in one smooth motion, your eyes began to flit around, calibrating movement and cursed energy pulses. You hadn’t yet moved to pull out cursed weapons, yet your hands remained loose and open at your sides, following along with Sukuna’s urgent tugging on your student cowl neck.
“Dude, let me walk, you’re gonna make me trip and roll an ankle at this point-“ the alpha shushed you viciously at your whispered commentary. All efforts to lighten the quickly darkening instinct to run falling on hyper-fixated ears towards any and all sounds within the suddenly deafening silence of the looming trees. Predatory instinct- something forcefully shoved aside in scenarios like these- flared and hissed at the threat lurking in places unknown. Your mind quickly took the fluctuation of horrific sulfuric curse scent as initiative to remove comedy from the picture.
The older alpha leading your expedition into the forest stopped abruptly. You took the sign for what it was- resorting to field tactics for more naturally sounding, quiet communication. As quietly as you could, you shifted your pack off both shoulders, dropping it into the underbrush of the surrounding flora. Sukuna, having made quick work of scaring the living daylights out of you for his deathly silent de-cluttering of his person, shot you are sideways look from a lower eye are you sure? You nodded once.
Satisfied with your confirmation, your professor began to make his way further beyond the safety zone of curse activity towards its core. Carefully following at his six, you kept your eyes and ears on high alert for sounds that weren’t the rising buzzing in static electricity- hair and nerve alight with agitation as the two of you continued your slow stalk.
Sukuna once more ceased movement, arm coming up to show two fingers in a v, signaling a split off of your grouping. You chirped in response, the sound primal yet mimicking of bird call- effective in confirmation. Sliding from behind the older alpha, you pulled a cursed blade from the strap around your thigh.
The two of you began a side-stepping semi-circle, stalking further and further away from each other and yet closer and closer into the teeth chattering discomfort of volatile charges. Each step into an ever-pressing darkness was followed by a distancing alpha vocalization from your professor- answered in tandem with your pup chirps. No longer able to see- or even feel- the presence of the sorcerer, the vocalizations carried until the violent rushing of negative charges seemed to hold a breath.
You’d made it to the domain barrier.
No further sounds could make it across the surface of the barrier- light the only thing capable of cutting through such a densely packed volume. However, a tactic such as this would ruin any ambush plotted externally of the barrier- light bending abstractly and far too unreliably within any given barrier for such a communication tactic to be effective. Your only solution was in. And the only person capable of such a plot was the alpha some meters away from you.
The special grade seemed to have access to something to create such a power draw for a domain barrier to be fully formulated- your own cursed energy flaring in an imitation of a Halloween cat at the clashing of very horrifically different power potentials.
Except, suddenly, you’re being sucked into the black hole of Sukuna’s domain- spiced alpha scent and liquid gold infiltrating your every sense as the sorcerer encompassed the curses domain with you along for the ride.
Blood too chilled to be fresh, plucked clean bone stacks, a temple of teeth and too many skulls. The older alpha’s domain scared everyone- friend or foe- with its enormity of pure, spiking electricity. Your entire being shuddered with too much as the special grade sorcerer flexed a muscle all too natural.
You could barely rub the braincells comprehending the domain before a flash of green streaked past you- hand adjusting your grip on the curse blade before spinning on toes to slash a monster before it could land anything.
Nothing could’ve really prepared you for a power-drawing special grade. The thing, wildly waving forked prongs of arms at you, had you fighting for your footing as the curse descended upon you. A sweat broke almost immediately. Jumping, rushing, slipping on the fucking bones, I swear to god, you were backed away from your edge of the domain and towards the throne of animal carcasses.
Immediately being on the defense was not the ideal- especially in a more powerful sorcerer’s domain. The mantis looking curse screeched its horrible sounds and matched your every move until you were virtually running from it to buy yourself a breath before it killed you for your stamina.
The thing suddenly lunged forward, your ankle being swiped aside in your fleeing. Crashing into the murky red of the domain floor, you gasped desperately before twisting onto your back to catch the rush of acid spew from hitting you dead-on. Slashing away curse flux, you made a mad scramble to get your feet under you. The curse couldn’t be assed to give you breathing room, however- the fucker deciding to scream a deafening sound before plunging a prong into the grime between your legs. Having now been sprayed in curse stomach acid and the unknown bloody substance of domain aesthetics- you were a bit more than peeved at your singular luck with this entire scenario.
Molars clenched and pup fangs officially bared, you threw yourself into a barrel roll away from the curse, shoving yourself off the ground and rebounding backwards into a now offensive posture. Flinging the excess curse juice off the blade, you wasted zero time waiting for the creature to turn towards you. Arms a blur beside you, you flung yourself in a controlled frenzy towards curse dismembering.
You slid across domain murk, flying sideways into a crouch under the curse, blade swinging in an arc right at your estimation of an underbelly. The thing screamed once more, forcing you into a cringing stumble- to your detriment as the curse used your human weakness for its personal gain. Pain blossomed hotly across your right thigh and deltoid, the absolute fucker of a curse backing you up right into bony spikes.
Blade cutting back, the thing screeched as a pronged limb was hacked off its form. Grimacing at the painful probing along your spine, you strengthened your offensive stance, blade once more swinging forward to take care of the other poised limb previously accosting your thigh. With a ear piercing wail, the thing staggered back- however you weren’t at all prepared for the gush of bright yellow curse spray suddenly being pumped into the domain from the creatures chopped stumps.
Confusion sobered up your adrenaline rush of survival, however you quickly fell back as the floating yellow clouds began to overtake you, coughing and beginning to wheeze as the burst of horrible, cursed energy filled your lungs and coated the back of your throat.
You choked on an inhale- gasping for any sort of fresh air- stumbling over your own feet. The smog completely coated you, blade dropping with a muted splash as your vision began to blur and the horrific stench of distressed pup began to pump into the domain air. Almost immediately, the creature was rising up for the kill, stumps writhing with its hazy energy release. You could just barely make out the abnormal shape of the curse through the blackspots tunnelling your vision, crashing into the watery ground as you began to attempt dragging your sinking body weight fucking away.
Your body revolted, stomach lurching and scent glands working overtime to emit enough warning signs to the nearing threat- but most importantly, Sukuna. Fucker just had to leave you on your lonesome for this- except the thought was half-baked and shoved aside the moment you caught the enticing whiff of burning alpha wrath.
The burning feeling at the back of your throat strengthened upon contact with the alpha’s scent- ripping down your throat and settling viciously into your guts. You whined pitifully, arms shaking under the burden of moving uncooperative muscle mass. You could no longer see the creature, vision blanking out so aggressively you could feel your brain throbbing and eyelids growing heavier and heavier- every blink an exercise in wakefulness. Your ears began to perk, however, as the sound of aggressive, primitive growling followed by ear-covering screaming began to fill the yellow tinted air.
You weren’t- in any way, shape or form- expecting the sudden rush of stomach cramping fire filling your veins and settling deep into your core. The onset of overwhelming, nerve tingling arousal filling out every available blood vessel in your groin was absolutely, 100%, not the expected reaction to the alpha’s impressive display of power.
Sure, pulling one off to your hot professor is a normal occurrence- that is, off the battlefield and alone in your bed way after curfew. Never- well, sometimes- have you had such a hormonal reaction- to this extent- at the older man. Dick suddenly overstuffed with blood and standing very proudly at attention and chafing painfully, ow, fuck, why does that feel better-
Your back arched painfully as the heat now spreading like a wildfire through your entire being left you a writhing mess of hormones and dick twitching cramps in the gross lapping of cold blood. In the periphery you were too far gone to notice, the creature continued its horrible screaming and wailing as the older alpha effectively ripped its entire being limb from limb. Yellow mist continued its pumping, cursed energy infiltrating the domain until you were spitting up and gagging on the stench of burning sulfur.
At this point, the alpha’s scent was so obscured by curse energy, your hazy mind was beginning to piece together that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t just an overreaction of a hyperactive imagination of a fantastical romance. Maybe, holy fuck I might cum, the sulfuric stench was the cause.
Arching and trembling and shoving your hands down to push harshly into your throbbing dick did fucking nothing to stop the ache of too many hormones being pumped directly into your bloodstream. You weren’t even conscious of the noises you were making until you choked on a particularly wet whine and immediately absolved into the horror of what this may look like to the alpha should he find you.
Crushing your palm to your mouth and biting into the flesh, you twisted yourself into a half crawl. Knees sliding and free hand scrambling for stability, you attempted to drag yourself as far the fuck away from the haze of cursed hormone enhancers and a raging, enticingly alluring, overwhelming, and fuck this domain-
Your legs fully slid out from under you, a cry of annoyed frustration filling the yellow air. Laid out like an idiot, your dick found a pleasantly jarring sensation of pressure against the unearthed animal bones under it. Feeling dumb, you ground down and felt your eyes roll back at the sudden onset of blissful pressure along every nerve ending flaring along your perked up dick.
Except the feeling was quickly followed by the sick, gushy ooze of something woefully unprepared for in this fucked up scenario you found yourself subject to. In a wide-eyed horror, you turned your head slowly towards the backside of your mission suit- tunnel vision narrowing dizzyingly at the darkening black at your arse cheeks.
No fucking way. There’s no fucking way this was happening.
Every medically inhibited urge and secondary-sex related piece of information flashed through your memories in a swarm of stinging wasps- or maybe that was a burn of gathering tears along your lash line. You shook and trembled as another cramp had you shoving your dick down into beautiful pressure and, to your gross amazement, omegan slick also began to creep down the swatch of bare skin and tickle the edge of your overly full ball sack.
This couldn’t be fucking happening.
You dropped your head into your propped elbow, body shivering with every sulfuric inhale and subsequential cramp that followed- something you were slowly beginning to realize were growing in intensity and stretch of time.
It quickly became apparent that the fresh new presentation of a secondary sex was forcing a riptide of fever-pitching heat through your entire body, trembles bringing on fresh goosebumps and cloth soaking sweat. Aching, cramping, and becoming increasingly frustrated with your clothing, you found yourself yanking and pulling at your mission uniform- black dry-fit being stretched and torn with every whimpering whine forced out of your mouth.
The haze-cutting growl of a beyond feral alpha froze up every muscle within your body. The yellow tint to the air swarming you did little to suppress the flare of bright curse energy emitting from the sorcerer behind you. Jerking your head around on tight neck muscles, you forced yourself to confront the intensity of what you assumed to be a curse-induced rut craze.
The thing was clearly taken care of- you wanted to be taken care of- but your brain fixated on the threatening prowl of a large predator emitting loud pheromones of what you could only respond to with breed breed breed.
The sorcerer was on you in an instant- teeth clacking loudly beside your cheek before you felt the harsh press of too much muscle and wait how many limbs?
Brow furrowed, you panted roughly at the insinuation of what feral alpha might look like for an overpowered special grade- regardless of teaching status. Ryomen Sukuna, special grade, alpha through and through, who had a few too many eyes and a god-like control over his curse techniques- had four fucking arms.
The beast of man pressing his weight into your why am I still clothed? form, had too many limbs and too much proportionality to match. He felt bigger, stronger, and you were nothing if not a ball of hormonal instincts preening at the overwhelming feeling of strong alpha and delicious, throat burning bourbon overtaking your senses.
The gagging taste of sulfur was quickly replaced with wonton alpha pheromones. You inhaled harshly, greedily sucking in a tasting of the salivating scent of primed alpha. Sukuna had clearly lost his mind, too far gone in sulfuric instinct inducers to rationalize how he was somehow pressing burning heat into your already feverish, freshly presented skin.
“S-kuna, kuna please-“ the alpha grumbled something unintelligible, his temple knocking your cheek out of the way so he could force his broad nose directly into the source of your appeal. You lurched upon contact, mouth dropping open on a strained gasp as the pressure of wet teeth and flaming muscle stationed itself on your scent gland.
You had never felt this before. Pup scent glands were always sensitive, yes, but this- this was ecstasy. Your hips jerked wildly at the sudden huffing sound filling your ears, a cry of pure want echoing within the domain. The older alpha only shoved his face in harder, a deep, rumbling, brain rattling purr suddenly filling the air around your bodies. Whatever instinctive sex presentation that scratched at your hind brain purred in delight- alpha approves.
The cry you let out startled you- nerve endings firing like sparklers as the alpha fully lifted off of you. The scratching of your subconscious becoming claws on a chalkboard at the sudden removal of alpha safety and strength. Almost immediately, pleading whines dropped from your mouth, brain offline entirely as you begged your professor- you alpha- to fucking come back, please please, don’t leave me.
A large, calloused hand was then on your neck, fingers digging meanly into jugulars, using his greater weight to push your face down into the gross domain floor. Gurgling on murk, you flailed like a madman at the sudden change in pace. “Stop moving.” The growled command- an alpha command- had your muscles melting into a puddle of compliant omega.
A shift in the air began to rock your body, the floor writhing and surging as you recognized, subconsciously, the dissolving of Sukuna’s domain. The alpha shifted his grip, fingertips pressing blissfully into the scent glands emitting the twisting scent of omegan presentation. Relief washed over you, the tide of dick twitching achiness pulling back to reveal comforting ease. The alpha- your alpha- was there to help, make the pain go away, take care of you.
It wasn’t until an earthen, rich scent filled your nose did you realize, fully, that you were now being pressed into the grass floor of an actual forest you were struggling to rationalize why you were inside of. “Breathe, pup, need to- fuck-“ the word was spat out through clacking teeth, and you writhed in pure ecstasy at the throaty bass of the alpha’s vocalizing. Chirping like a loon, high on endorphins, you arched your back. Knees slipping on their quest for grassy purchase, you tried, tried desperately to force your unaccustomed body into something so fundamentally primal it had the sorcerer holding you down fighting his own reactive instincts.
Your professor bit off a harsh sound, a wet noise following the saliva coated, jaw tensed gulp of sobering clarity. The alpha seemed to jerk himself away from your sweaty clothed presentation- for what you couldn’t quite understand why -the sorcerer thought was for the wrong alpha. You were helpless to the tugging riptide of want and need, and apparently that wasn’t good enough for this drool-worthy alpha to take.
The thought immediately took root into the horrible subconscious of primal hunger- that your alpha didn’t want you. Shaking with fever yet determined enough in your insanity to attempt something equally as stupid, you jerkily pulled useless limbs around until your hands were clawing into cold, wet dirt. Using every muscle not working to clench hot, disgusting slick out of your presenting body, your arms made a valiant effort to pull your body out from under the looming bulk of burning alpha.
Your escape attempt lasted about as long as your will to run, except it wasn’t muscle fatigue that ruined it, it was the iron cuffs of too large hands wrapping around a- holy fuck he makes me look tiny- wrist and yanking it from the earth and into a bind. You howled at the rush of helpless motion, arm now held painfully in place along your lower back, other arm uselessly slapping mud. The brain melting bass of a snarl left your wriggling to the wind. “Fucking stay.”
The finality of the command, along with the deliciously firm pressure of four-armed bulk pressing into your lower back, had your subconscious fight officially squashed. You whined pathetically as the resulting clench of- what your body thought was useful- muscle had omegan slick further dripping from an overworked hole. The warm drip of the stream, along a furry perineum, past tensed balls and further down your dick, felt less like a trickle and more like a lake your tactical pants were officially drowning in.
Your brain short circuited at the sudden press of rock hard, undeniable proof of the alpha’s reaction to your curse induced presentation.
“K-kuna, S’kuna plea-please, fucking- fuck, do something!”
The older sorcerer let out a goosebump rippling sound of defeated heat- a sacrificial acceptance to being the one responsible for taking care of you. The pain of the thought didn’t even register until the older man overlaid his furnace of warmth across your fever hot body to better grip your other arm still stretched forward your body.
“You don’t want this, omega. Shouldn’t have fuckin’ brought you out here-“ you cut the alpha off with a pleading chirp of denial. Denial of his words, denial of his righteousness, denial of why doesn’t he want me?
The thought came as desperate and annoying, had you been in any other headspace, you’d have cringed at the mere idea of begging for the attention of another man. Yet you were helpless to the override of rational thought. You simply wanted. No, you fucking needed- the overly powerful sorcerer compressing your body into the forest floor- you needed him to help.
You viciously shook your head, making yourself dizzy in the process, yet you couldn’t stop the bodily reaction to the mere idea the alpha didn’t want you. “N-no, no, Sukuna, alpha, need you so fucking bad- it hurts, it hurts-“ the alpha purred in response, liquifying every nerve ending and muscle strand until you were a limp thing on the ground.
“God please, never stop.”
The sorcerer froze for what felt like eons, seconds, hour- you didn’t know- before slowly lowering his mass atop your arching back. Crushed fully under delicious, heavy, fuck- you were only allowed the throat burning swig of spiced bourbon and sea water. You gasped desperately for air- more, more- choking on the heady pheromones. “Gonna fucking regret that, omega.”
The sound you let out couldn’t be defined- the special grade sorcerer branding iron heat directly into your leaking hole with a filthy squelch. The cuff pressing your wrist bones together shoved your lower back deeper into a filthy arch, a choked off whine the reward. Nerve endings flaring with sensation, your brain clicked off in its entirety- a feral adrenaline overriding any other higher brain function.
A harsh grunt filled your ringing ears, strong hips flexing to further push blood plumped flesh into welcoming- covered, why am I still wearing clothes?
Your mission uniform being ripped to shreds suddenly filled the humid air. You gasped hotly into wet grass as cool air met overheating flesh- wait how? Two hands still holding you in whatever shape the alpha desired of you, your subconscious licked salivating maws at the promise of more- more skin, more pressure, more hands.
Pretty pleads began to fill the otherwise quiet clearing. Tearing cloth and growling frustration matching your higher pitched noises. A relieved moan echoed through flushed ears upon first drag of rough callouses up bared hamstrings and up- please further up- across shaking flanks.
“Fuck- knew you’d be fucking pretty-“ the bit off comment had blood filling too many places to the point of dizzying glee. Head spinning, vision swimming too violently to see the blades of green grass in front of you- alpha approved- “- mega, fucking knew it.”
Harsh fingertips dug into yielding flesh, pulling until your mouth was dropping open for the responding delight at cool air fanning swollen skin. Panting harshly, you fought ironclad bonds to try and push back towards the biting grip of too in lust hands. The sharp clack of teeth gnashing above you yanked a responding chirp from your chest- breath getting knocked out of your lungs as hands- too many hands- kneaded and spread you out for sinful viewing.
The gruff purr of approval had you purring in tandem, held open hole clenching up to reward the older alpha with a fresh wave of scent- freshly presented omega blurring deliciously with rampant brown liquor- dick pulsing uselessly between tensed thighs. Your head lolled between taught shoulder muscles, huffing harshly for more.
“Can’t get enough of this- fuck, ‘mega. Scent’s been coating everything I fucking own, stupid pup- need to fucking taste-“ a throaty growl was your only warning before large thumbs were sliding across wet skin to dig deep into the twitching ring of slick muscle. You howled as digits firmly tugged your hole apart to wink desperately at the alpha. The fuckkk resounding from the base of the chest hovering over you had you once more breathless.
Whining pathetically, you pushed held hips backwards, aiming- trying- to shove a greedy, weeping hole further onto teasing fingers. The sharp crack of skin didn’t even register until the riptide of sensation had your asscheek smarting. Purring, you cracked an eye- when did those close- to take in the hulking wall of muscle and power atop you- spanking you?
Every inch you sought resulted in the jerking of your entire body as powerful blows were dealt to one cheek. Gasping for breath, you finally took the overwhelming hint to stop fucking moving. “Fucking finally-“ only to wail as fingers- too many big fingers- stuffed themselves into your soaked hole.
You didn’t even realize you were on an edge until hooked fingers- fuck how many are in me- were dragging your nerve endings through hellfire and digging and you were jerking away from the pressure but it wasn’t enough and holy fuck holy fuck-
You screamed- body thrashing under the weight of a boulder across sweat coated grass as your entire being was flooded with hormonal tsunami’s. Ears ringing, muscles twitching, mouth suddenly full of dirt you couldn’t be assed to realize- Sukuna officially rendered everything you thought you were to the most basal, primal foundation of omegan presentation: needy heat.
Deep, bone rattling purring filled the space between your veins and singed away any ache you thought would ruin you. Slack in mud, cum, and slick- you jerked the arm still pinned to the ground to try and reach for something, anything- you just needed to touch him. The hand removed itself from a bruised wrist, allowing you sluggish freedom to twist your shoulder back and raise stained fingers to smooth up along heaving obliques.
A heaved sigh brushed the exposed skin of your lower half, weight crushing your stomach to the forest floor easing back to better prop your dropped ass back up to meet rough fabric. The harsh press forward with a spine stretching pull to better connect non-too-gently opened hole to bulging iron had a slurred whine slipping past your teeth.
Your shoulder ached something fierce at the prolonged hold the older alpha had on you, body quaking with shifting tectonics as your slick was rubbed raw all across the crotch of a still zipped up mission suit. Jaw cracking as it gaped open, you shot a bewildered glance from glossy eyes at the sheer will strength of the seasoned sorcerer.
Here you were, fever chilled and dirty, and the alpha hadn’t even bothered to strip.
A gasping huff of laughter shook your twinging shoulders. You couldn’t fucking believe this man.
“‘so funny, ‘mega? No fuckin’ way yer outta this heat, yet.” You shook your head where it was pressed into the ground, licking dry cracked lips while your brain breathed in the momentary relief of alpha-induced heat reprieve. “Just can’t- ah- can’t believe your dick ain’t out. Forget how to fuck-k, old man?” The beast atop you froze for moments that stretched on for a millennium.
“T-told me- uhn- told me I’d-I’d regret it-“ you yelped a horrible sound as the alpha completely bypassed your ass cheek and brought an unyielding hand down directly on your hole- fucker!
“-n’t wanna fuckin’ break you on my dicks but I guess a fuckin’ pup like you will never learn their fucking lessons-“ wait “-guess yer just gonna have to take it to finally get it through your dumb skull why I don’t want you to fucking move.”
Hands left you squirming for their return in order to leave the echoing threat of a fly being unzipped to fill cottoned ears. Your vision failed you entirely, resorting to adrenaline driven fear at the sudden oncoming insinuation of being cracked open onto not one, but multiple fucking cocks. No part of you was ready for the searing slaps of velvet wrapped steel landing on either side of your swollen arsehole.
“Wait- wait, S’kuna, no-please- I t-take it back, I-I’ll stop moving-guh- I’ll stop, I swear!” You wailed as another searing smack! landed on your bruised hole, followed up with a mean dig of large fingers into your slick gushed arsehole. A snort of amusement that wasn’t quite lighthearted enough to be aimed at your begging, wafted itself across the flushed, goose-pimpled flesh of your lower back.
“Not gunna hurt ya too bad, ‘mega, but you did ask for this-“ a grunt filled the air followed by a truly punched out sound from your tense form in the dirt. The alpha plunged four mean fingers into a honey pot of too wet hormones. Inhaling wetly, your body flushed something horrible at the sudden onslaught of new pressure, new sensation, new fullness began to infiltrate your entire lower half.
What you originally thought to be a final reprieve from the overwhelming heat inducers from the curse, quickly faded as a rearing bull of fresh heat flushed your cheeks and had your hole clenching futilely around big to try and slick everything in its cavity. You gagged on the burst of saliva suddenly coating your tongue and sliding uselessly into the grass.
“Such a pretty, wet lil’ hole. Ever fuck him? Stick your pretty fingers up him to see if you squeal?” The dirty talk caught you even more off guard- throat constricting as a wave of new scent choked you on its filth. Helplessly, the only thing you could reply with was a filthy arch of your back and a pain jerk of the wrist still pinned in place along your back. The older sorcerer released its death grip on you, finally allowing your shoulder to flop onto the ground with both a relieved sigh and a noise of disappointment- your subconscious a war of conflicting thoughts and wants and needs you were lost to rationalize. Must be the omega-
You wailed at the sudden grind of fingers directly along the front all of your ass- the burn of excessive stretching and delicious gaping had your numb arm scrambling to grip into long grass. A purr of approval had your gape once more relaxing around prodding and pulling fingers, muscles melting and eyes rolling as the thing in your hindbrain went belly up in response. “Gonna take my fist for me, ‘mega? Know you like when I land a few punches on that pretty head of yours, but I think you’d like takin a fist here much more than that dumb noggin’,” the alpha’s smugness had yours tongue lolling out as if to taste it from the air. Dumb to the implication your professor knew- he fucking knew- about your pup crush on him, you happily decided to turn that part of rationalizing off to nod blankly at taking the man’s fist-
“Good boy-“ you could do absolutely nothing but lay there as the sorcerer took what was his and curled his fucking fingers- fuck!
A howl was effectively punched out of you the moment the alpha thrust his fist fucking deeper into your weeping hole. Dick kicking, hole squeezing- fighting, clenching, holy shit- the alpha gave zero breathing time before pulling back to follow it up with another horrible, gut churning shove into your soaked hole.
Except the continuous piston motion of back and forth cut short the moment the sorcerer fucking growled with enough reverberation to shake the entire forest, your scream of No! quickly replacing the primal sound. Fucker ripped his hand free of your clutching muscles with a humiliating, suctioned pop!
Only you weren’t left scrambling across the forest floor for longer before hands- so many fucking hands- were manhandling your body into a position better aimed for to many fucking dicks.
Hands caught- both wrists grinding into each other in the firm hold of one massive hand- you wriggled like a worm as your shoulders once more protested the tugging of your arms into a fucking handle along your lower back. You gasped like an idiot when the harsh rip of fabric filled yours ears and allowed for cool, wet licks of forest air to lap across your upper body. Fucking finally- the hand ripping your shirt off firmly latched onto your overplumped, overstimulated, overproducing pheromone gland right at the crook of your neck. Squeezing out more Omega stink, your panted and twisted in too firm a grip to try and push into- pull away- from the rough grip into something too fucking sensitive-
“Imma say this one more fucking time- stay still-“ nodding your dizzy head deeper into the grass doing nothing to filter the blending of bourbon and something so inherently omegan, you awaited your arseholes fate as two more hands settled either side of your hole, pulling meanly just to hear your hiss at the stretch.
Held in the most humiliating presentation of your lifetime, you sucked in your breath and tried to find sanctuary in the erratic pulse of your blood in your red ears. The older alpha seemed to hold his breath with you- hands frozen on your skin, muscle bulk flexed in a hold you would later come to appreciate- however your subconscious instinct to whine and beg was running the montage of your humiliation and yanked a fucking whimper from choked vocal cords.
Whatever self control the sorcerer fought to maintain seemed to snap like a twig- the sheer pain that whimper seemed to stab the alpha need to provide right at its source. All at once the wall of muscle behind you moved, hands cinching your bones a little too tight, hips jerking forward to plant two burning rods of iron wrapped in velveteen skin- right on top of your fucking hole.
The thing inside your brain wailed for it, had begs and pleads and pretty little whines babbling out of your spit coated lips as the pregnant burst of control had your omegan instincts flaring to life in a wildfire of nerve ending excitement. The alpha purred something fierce above you, sliding a hand off your arse cheek to glide atop the lengths to better align them atop your hole- adding just enough pressure to have your brain effectively clicking off and the shake of fear to begin rattling your bones.
Flustered birds flew from perches within the circumference of the echoing scream that seemed to shake the very trees they sat within.
Hot, searing, disgusting, riveting, burning- every sound was immediately cut off as your arsehole was made to take and take and fucking take it- the horrible, god awful, skin splitting sink of not one, but two fucking cocks into your very soul had your entire being vibrating out of its flesh.
“Breathe-“ you gasped harshly, coughing and choking- lungs burning in time with your hole- you couldn’t fucking see-
Fingers clenched around the pulsing along your throat and shoulder, bringing forth another gush of both airborne rut inducers and mind melting slick. “-an’t, can’t- ‘uck- ‘kuna, ‘oo much- too- too much, S’una! Kuna!” The hand holding your wrists against each other suddenly shoved downward with the weight of a boulder, shoving every last ounce of fresh- heat infused- air out of your very lungs-
The deep, gaping plunge of two burning hot cocks stole any attempt of inhaling with it. Mouth gaped, ass gaped- your entire body and soul was flayed open and fucking observed. The spine searing lightning bolt that shook your entire nervous system with the wrath of gods- you were absolutely, wholly, divinely fucked.
Lungs fighting to breathe back in the air manually removed from it, your entire body trashed as something heaven reaching and hell seeking ripped your being hole to skull. Limbs numb, ears ringing something horrible, you hadn’t even noticed, much less comprehended the babble of praise- omega preening- dropping like splattering hisses of too hot coals into cold water. Your body sweated through whatever intervention it experienced, fever pitched beyond safe temperatures for neuron survival- and the fucker had the audacity to continue fucking you through it.
Oh, there’s the screaming-
Shock finally finding your voice, your slammed your head into the ground as brutal, painful, battering rams of pressure push and pulled your guts apart and then further apart with every pound the rut-crazed alpha dealt you.
Skin bruises, arsehole throbbing at the overstretched abuse it was currently being forced through- you could do nothing but take it. The alpha cut off any form of coherent sentences and replaced them with feral grunts and bitten off growls, secondary vocal cords purring through the entirety of it. You’re entirely sure your body would have disintegrated into the dirt had it not been for the firm, bone breaking hold the alpha was subjecting your body to.
A warning, nerve quaking growl ripped through the air and into your omegan hindbrain- your own purr of delicious approval the only reply your omegan instincts were capable of before you felt the sudden jerky hitch to the forceful hip movements shoving painfully hard cocks deeper into you. Purring prettily, your gaping, muscle spasming hole tried its hardest to cinch up around the pounding flesh holding it open- attempting to fucking milk the cum out of this alpha’s overfilled sac.
“-fuckin’ breed this hole, ‘s my fuckin’ hole, my ‘mega-“ the bitten out words cut off entirely the moment the defined adonis belt were slammed once, twice, thrice into your bruised arsecheeks before the delicious, omega soothing pump of alpha cum began to override any and all attempts at thinking or feeling anything other than alpha alpha alpha-
You shook and moaned painfully as if the alpha’s orgasm was your own. Body pinned so thoroughly against the ground and up against the firm press and grind of filthy, cum soaking pressure- you were to sit there and take every last drop your alpha provided you with. Your omegan subconscious lapped it up with saliva-soaked determination.
It wasn’t until the sorcerer finally stilled- pressed fully within your fever chilled, sweaty body- that you finally let the full weight and tension of your muscle relax into the ground. Rim numb to further sensation, the growing tug of your hole around flushed and plump knots didn’t even begin to register. Your body simply lapped up the delicious filling the inner depths of your presentation-induced developments.
You were full- gut wrenchingly full- of the one thing you entire being ached for since you had first wafted the toe curling scent currently vibrating the very air surrounding you. The sorcerer atop you stretching to further cover your body, heavy bulk and too many limbs awkwardly- perfectly- moving to better smother you in sweaty, nerve tingling pressure.
“-‘mega, hey, you back in that brain of yours yet?” The words rumbled through you- barrel chest heaving a sigh of relieved amusement against your pinned shoulder blades. Using saliva coated teeth, the alpha nipped the gland throbbing under your trapezius, shocking your nervous system into a clarity your body wasn’t quite ready for.
Muscles seizing- the moan wrenched from both of your vocal cords echoed far too loudly in your ringing ears. Any words you thought of forming were effectively shoved out of your lungs at the resulting shove of rock hard, velveteen flesh deeper into your swollen innards. Teeth dug harder into the gland, earning a keening whine of submission for the sorcerers’ efforts.
“Fuck you- don’t fuckin’ do that or we’re never gonna leave this fucking forest.” The threat truly went in one ear and out the other, not bothering to be processed as anything other than sounds filling the air. A tongue lapped along your shoulder and up your neck. “C-can’t- can’t help it, too, ah- too full.” The words were choked out under the weight of alpha muscle and cloying, amused- the bastard- wafts of simmering dark liquor.
The alpha huffed, continuing the soothing laps across your cooling skin- a relief to the previously sweltering fever finally waning its wrath upon your instincts. “Mmm- why not claim me? S-said I was yours-“ teeth clamping around your scent gland cut your voice out like a short circuiting lightbulb. “Not gonna claim my fuckin’ student on his first heat. Don’t know if you’re aware: I have self-control. ‘s not my first go around with a special-grade spewin’ out pheromone stimulants.” You huffed, brain finally blinking online as the come down of your presentation ebbed and flowed along with the rumbling timbre of the voice half muffled by its fascination with your throat.
“Would you want to? Bite me?” You were truly expecting the older sorcerer to reel away from your body in horror at the insinuation- only your subconscious thrilled at the approving purr that was pressed into your neck.
“Gonna do it right. Yer gonna graduate first, get used to your designation. ‘m not gonna force you into this bondin’ shit this early in the game, fuck kid, you’re only what? 16? 17?” You huffed, ignoring his stab at your of-age youthfulness. “How noble of you. I’d let you, yaknow, been preening like an omega since I was assigned to you- your scents always affected me. ‘s like it was dialed up to 11 even before this designation shit. Knew I was yours-“ the older alpha groaned helplessly into your scent gland.
“Shut up. Can’t be sayin’ that shit- ‘specially not while I’m two dicks deep in you.” You flexed your sphincter muscles just to torture the alpha some more, yelping at the harsh swat your arse earned for your troubles. “Cut the shit, I’ll fuckin’ bite you when yer ready.”
“Wait, you’re not, like, gonna walk out on doing this, right? We can keep doin’ this?” The special grade chuckled and gave a mean grind deeper into your already overfilled channel. “I’m bein’ good by setting a boundary to try and preserve your youthful free-will. ‘m not a good man, kid, couldn’t give this up even if it killed me.” Teeth clamped gently- a threat of all things- around your jugular. You hummed thoughtfully, tilting your head on the ground to better allow the sorcerer to do as he wished with your body.
“Good thing no one can kill you,” you whispered, body finally relaxing into the lull of a post-heat endorphin rush and the mind melting rumble of the alpha’s purr.
Silence filled the air for a pregnant moment, teeth retracting from your throat and warm muscle shifting atop you. You held your breath as the sorcerer found comfort in your flesh, pink hair tickling your jaw and cheek, huffed breaths of air fanning the thin skin of your scent gland.
“Losing you would.”
You exhaled.