11. I Didnt Know You Were So Sensitive.

11. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

14. “Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”

78. “I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

notes; paparazzi!minghao, dom!minghao, idol!reader, blackmailing??/humiliation!kink, dirty talk, sloppy seconds, degradation, name-calling, taking of sexual photos! booty rockin’ cowgirl come into my barn 🤠 kjhdkshf okay but,,,, 😗 had some mental images about this one cuz I’m ill and u know… u know kdjfksdfh minghao with a camera is dangerous is all I’m gonna say HAHAHAHA As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

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“D–delete it!”

You whisper harshly, hands balled up into Minghao’s button up shirt as he smirks down at you.

“Should I? Isn’t this the fifth time already? I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you after the third time, right? He must fuck you good if you’re risking being on the front of the papers like this, babe~”

“S–shut up and just delete the–the picture, Minghao!”

The way he laughs in a mocking manner has you whimpering - Jun’s cum soaking into your panties as you push Minghao harder against the brick wall of the building you’d just exited not too long ago.

Minghao was the only paparazzi that seemed to know every one of your moves; from scheduled events to your not-so-secret hookups with Jun, another idol, Minghao was at every single one of them catching your flattering and not so flattering moments.

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the a-list

❝ our friendship was already ruined the day i fell for you.❞

PAIRING ▸ park jongseong x fem!reader (ft. park sunghoon)

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, angst, gossip girl au, rich kid au, fake dating au, friends to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual tension !!, jay and mc are the chuck and blair, enemies to lovers dynamic but they’re friends i swear, toxic rich kids doing toxic rich kid things, jay calls you princess which definitely needs a warning, smut content, oral (f. receiving), oral (m. receiving), thigh riding, dry humping, fingering, multiple orgasms, corruption kink, dacryphilia, slight degradation

SUMMARY ▸ life seems to finally be going your way. that is, until your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend is back, and gossip girl appears to be out to get you. but there’s only room for one queen bee in the upper east side, and with a hand from your best friend, park jongseong, you’re going to make sure it’s you.

WORD COUNT ▸ 10193 words

PLAYLIST ▸ fever by enhypen • positions by ariana grande • daddy issues by the neighborhood • swim by chase atlantic

TAG LIST ▸ @msxflower​ @danyxthirstae01 @shusan @hobistigma @dearlylhs @3ggieyolk @jayparkfromenhypen @pc-yeolie @sunghonkers @yeetyyeetyet @papiibuprofen @seuomo @wifemeupforsan @kkmlhnng @kyleeanne @blank-velvet @god-is-a-homosexual @neovrse @luvjaysbae​ @heelariously​ @sxirx11 

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ this is sooo long overdue, but i’m so glad i wrote it because rich kid aus are my everything. also this fic was kickstarted by this and this :’) i hope you guys enjoy !! ♡ ps: you don’t need to know anything about gossip girl to read this 

IT MIGHT HAVE COME OFF AS A SURPRISE FOR ONE TO HEAR THAT YOU HAD THE PARK JONGSEONG WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER. He was a man of class, of refinery. Well, at least that was how he presented himself when he wasn’t being a complete and utter sleaze.

Coming from a family of old money, Jongseong’s father owned a chain of hotels and resorts worldwide. You weren’t quite at their level, but you couldn’t sell your father short. As a world renown fashion designer, your father styled several celebrities and was even good friends with the Parks. They were probably the richest family in Seoul, just barely topping their rivals, who happened to be your boyfriend’s family.

Said boyfriend, Park Sunghoon, wasn’t as perfect as Jongseong, and that was why your mother was a touch disappointed when you ended up dating the wrong best friend.

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WANTED : NEW ROOMMATE

pros : you get your own room, it’s cheap, near the campus, you get to live with us :) cons : you have to live with us :( for inquiries contact @ woozi @ wonu @ jun @ hoshi on twitter !!

suhnshinehaos presents…

synopsis : when yn’s exchange student roommates leave, they are left with the unfortunate task of finding a new place to stay. lucky for them, a room just opened up at apartment 5c, complete with the most interesting group of people they could ever hope to meet.

pairing : svt 96 line x gn!reader

genre/s : university au, roommates au, fluff, tiniest bit of angst (maybe), slice of life, humor

format : mostly smau + some written parts

taglist : open, just send an ask or reply to this post !!

—  episode list + note under the cut <3

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♡ CW/TW: fluff, domestic fluff, kissing, big spoilers for the JJK manga, humor, silly shenanigans, inappropriate jokes, description of an anxiety attack, hurt, angst, no comfort, not proof-read

♡ WORD COUNT: ~2k

♡ SYNOPSIS: A house has to look lived-in. At least that is what your lover always tells you. What's the thing that truly makes your apartment feel like home?

♡ A/N: First angsty fic on this blog! While it isn't that sad, this is very personal. I hope you enjoy. JJK manga spoilers in the fic, so be aware of that!

“You are being very overdramatic right now, Satoru.”

A mock gasp of shock leaves your boyfriend’s lips at that as he turns towards you, the pair of shoes he was holding falling out of his hands. They end up hitting the floor with a startling noise.

“And you are being terribly ungrateful. I am just trying to make sure that you’re safe, even when I’m not here and this is how you thank me?” he asks, his tone of voice overly whiny, before slumping down to collect the shoes, a pout on his lips.

This melodramatic attempt to make you feel bad for him only elicits a muffled laugh from you. Walking over to where he is currently standing – the hallway at the entrance of your apartment – you gently grab the pair of shoes from his hands and bend down.

Placing them next to your shoes, you make sure they stand out amid your footwear and finally stand up straight, once that’s done.

Satoru regards you quietly, seemingly anticipating something. With a sigh, you wrap your arms around the tall man’s neck, stretching to press a sweet kiss against his cheek. A cheeky smile lifts the corners of his lips and you conclude that it must be contagious.

“Thank you for keeping me safe from any delivery man with bad intentions, my knight in shining armor! As soon as they see your shoes, they’ll know that Big Foot is living with me and stampede away as quickly as they can,” you tease.

It’s quiet for a second, but your jab causes his expression to fall flat. He gives you an unimpressed look over the rim of his dark glasses as he looks down at you and you grin smugly.

“Leave the jokes to me, sweetheart,” Satoru proposes, wrapping his arms around your middle, before pulling you closer against his body. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, one of your hands moving to gently stroke over where his hair begins to grow on the back of his head.

Tilting your face up, you meet him hallway as he leans down, pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss. Soft lips meet yours and you sigh against contentedly, the familiarity of the feeling providing you with a deep-rooted sense of comfort.

Pulling away, you quietly whisper against his lips, “I’d do that if you were funny.”

A chuckle leaves his lips at that and his warm breath fans over your lips, the sound of his laughter warming you up from the inside.

“Well. I can make up for my sense of humor with other charming qualities of mine, no? My shoes aren’t the only big thing about me after all,” he tells you, shooting you a playful wink at the implication.

He’s met with an unimpressed look before you decide to shut him up with a kiss.

There isn’t one tub of ice cream in the freezer that’s unopened and you are irritated beyond compare. Who opens 7 different tubs of ice cream anyway?

Of course, you’re acutely aware of the perpetrator’s identity. He’s the only one who gets to eat the sweets in your house, aside from yourself.

Stomping into the living room, you soon spot the man guilty of committing the worst offense known to mankind – in the comfort of your four walls. Languidly stretched out on your comfortable sofa, he busies himself with some trashy dating show on TV.

“Satoru, can you just open one tub of ice cream and finish it, like a normal human being? Why would you open all seven that were in the freezer?” you question, moving to stand in front of the TV to obstruct his view.

He groans, stretching out his leg to push against your hips in an effort to move you out of the way, “Aw, come onnnn. I didn’t know which one I’d like the most, so obviously, I had to try all of them.”

A huff escapes your lips, as you smack his leg with ample force – not to the extent of hurting him in any way, but enough as to send a clear message.

Satoru pulls his leg back and pouts, acting like a wounded animal while muttering, “I’m sorry. Please only buy cookie dough from now on. That’s my favorite flavor.”

“I will not. You can buy it yourself if you’re going to be the one who ends up eating all of it.”

Yet, you end up buying 3 more tubs of that exact flavor the very next day, but you don’t mention it and he doesn’t bring it up, opting to just press a kiss against your cheek when he notices, before plopping down on the couch to cuddle and share his ice cream with you.

He had left his button-up shirt at your place again. Such an absent-minded man, once he’s in your presence. Sometimes you wonder if he truly doesn’t do it on purpose and if he’s truly this inattentive when it comes to his belongings.

Grabbing the shirt from its place on the back of your sofa, your fingers lightly glide over the expensive material. It’s soft. You already knew this, but now that it’s in your hands it feels even more delicate.

Bringing the shirt up to your face to inspect it more closely, you notice the faint smell of his cologne that still clings to the fabric. Burying your face against it, you take a deep breath, which is soon followed by a sigh.

However, you don’t get the chance to even think about how much you miss the man.

Muscular arms wind themselves around your middle and pull you back against a firm chest, causing you to shriek.

Hot breath fans across the side of your neck as your lover leans down, whispering so close to you, that his lips touch your skin ever so slightly with every word of his, “Now, what were you doing with my shirt, sweetheart?”

Wriggling in his hold, you try to escape the confines of his arms, but the man is a lot stronger than you – a fact that you tend to forget because he’s always so tender and gentle with you as if even the faintest show of strength would end up breaking you into a thousand pieces.

“Did you miss me that badly? Is that why you’re stealing my clothes now and sniffing them?” he taunts, playfully squeezing your body against his, until you complain.

“I didn’t steal this. You forgot it on the sofa. You always leave your stuff around the house and make such a mess, Satoru,” you complain, trying to move his arms away from you.

Swiftly, he spins you around, so your chest presses up against his own. He sounds surprisingly serious, as he speaks, “There’s nothing wrong with things being out of place. Makes the apartment feel lived-in. I like seeing proof of my frequent presence here.”

This stuns you, rendering you immobile and you stop squirming in his hold, looking up at him while you try to process his words.

Satoru’s eyes dart towards the shirt that’s still in your hand. An impish smile pulls at the corners of his lips and he teases, “So you were sniffing my shirt. Weirdo.”

Stunned, your lips open to defend yourself, to save the little bit of pride you have left, but the way he fondly grins down at you manages to make the words die on your tongue.

“I wanted to see if I have to wash it.”

“It stinks.”

“You stink.”

- All possible answers. All retorts, that he probably expects from you. You’ve always been weak for the man and with this weakness came a certain fear.

You’re scared of the way he dismantles the façade you’ve built up over many years; scared of just how easy he reads you like an open book and scared of how much you adore him.

So you sometimes get so tangled in your web of feelings, that you flail around and try to escape the situation with a few disarming, joking words.

Not this time though.

“I did sniff your shirt. You smell good and I’ve missed you.”

Now he’s the one who’s stunned, even more so, when you lean up to press your lips against his, the material of the shirt still soft against the fingers that hold on to it.

As you step into the apartment, it’s quiet. The cold from outside seems to not only have seeped deep into your skin but also into the walls of the building.

Closing the door, you take your jacket off, feeling as if you’re taking the weight of the world off your shoulders. With a satisfied sigh, you stretch your arms up in the air, feeling the tension in your shoulder slightly dissipate with the movement.

This only serves to provide momentary relief, but you’re fine with that.

Bending down, you take your shoes off, placing them next to the bigger pair, that serves to ward off any flirty deliverymen with suspicious intentions. Your fingertips trail over the expensive leather carefully.

The cold material shows no sign of being worn recently and you retract your hand, straightening up and making your way to the kitchen. Opening up the freezer, you’re met with a barricade of ice cream tubs.

All unopened. You’ll probably have to throw them away soon, lest they go bad. The empty space will be filled up soon enough, your kitchen always ready to be plundered by the tall man with a ridiculous sweet tooth.

Staring at the tubs, you don’t realize how long you’ve been holding the door of the freezer open until you hear rhythmic beeping. Stretching your arm into the freezer, you grab a tub and close the freezer for good.

Grabbing a spoon on your way out, you walk into the living room, your steps quiet and slow. Setting the tub and the spoon down onto the table in front of the sofa, you look around the living room.

A wave of anxiety tugs at your heartstrings and you feel your heartbeat speed up, your hands shaking as you pace around the room, frantically in search of the item.

When you spot the fabric on the floor, almost completely hidden away underneath the sofa, you scramble to grab it. Dusting off any non-existent dust, you pull it close to your chest, hugging the fabric to your body like it’s your lifeline, like it’s the only thing that’s holding you together and preventing you from falling apart.

Taking a few deep breaths, you finally calm your restless mind, choosing to sink onto the sofa. Burying your face against the fabric, you frown. Fingers digging into the fabric, you close your eyes, before mumbling,

“It stinks, Satoru. I haven’t washed this shirt for you. I’m sorry.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you continue to mumble apologies against the soft fabric. Your lungs burn and your eyes are dry, but it’s okay since Satoru can’t see you in your current state, so you can be as much of a weirdo as you want.

He would immediately comfort you, make sure you’d smile for him if he’d ever catch you like this, but this is probably better. You always detested seeing the hurt reflected in his eyes, whenever he felt for you.

It’s kind of him to give you the space to properly process your emotions, to work through your insecurities. He’s always been someone very patient and affectionate when it came to you.

You don’t think you possess the same patience. You’re not sure how much longer you can wait for him, how much longer you’re able to hold on like this.

It’s been 732 days since your apartment has become nothing but a cold, empty space, that only serves to house the empty shell of a woman. Someone, who is still waiting for her lover to walk into the shared space and breathe life into it – into her – once more.

Pathetic (M)

(I did not edit this picture. Weverse literally just dropped it and I’m so lazy)

Title: Pathetic

Summary:

When your best friend Jeongyeon drags you to a frat party, you aren’t expecting much. Certainly not to be fucked dumb by notorious man whore Yoon Jeonghan, but hey, what happens at a frat party, stays at a frat party.

Simplified tags: 6k words, Porn with Plot, frat boy!Jeonghan, college student!y/n, best friend!Jeongyeon, soft!dom to hard!dom Jeonghan, mean!Jeonghan (and y/n loves it), submissive!y/n, female!y/n (sorry gender-neutral friends), heavy degradation, light masochist!y/n, sadist!Jeonghan, mild pain kink, vaginal fingering, creampie, spitting, slapping, big dick!Jeonghan, blowjob, mentions of aftercare but I don’t write it happening he just says what he’ll do

Warnings: This fic is filthy, dub con (I personally think that the consent is explicit enough but I’m tagging it this way just to be careful since it is intense), Jeonghan is a fiend. There is spitting, a creampie, degredation, like Jeonghan calls you pathetic. You thank him for him treating you like trash. There is after care but there is also light slapping, I’m serious this is literally the filthiest thing I have ever written. I’m embarrassed to have written it, and I hope that the five people who like things like this enjoy it. Jeonghan starts off as a soft!dom, but quickly turns to a hard!dom

I have this… secret blog that I wrote one story on cause I was embarrassed by it and didn’t want it to be on this blog and on that blog I asked if anyone wanted this kind of fic and I had like twelve people like the post so here we go.

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“Really Jeonghan? Another fling that you just dropped for no reason?” Seungcheol asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Jeonghan hummed as he placed another lego block together, glancing over at the instructions for the house that he was building.

“Just not a good fit.”

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bounded

Geto Suguru x f!Reader

Bounded!Geto tag

summary: Despite being the only person in your clan with the weakest presence of cursed energy, you were not deemed entirely useless. To your father, you were the greatest offering they could give to Geto Suguru, and to your surprise, he accepted.

cw: arranged marriage, Geto becoming possessive, mild choking, unprotected sex, DUBCON, creampie, fingering, manipulation , a little bit of dacryphillia, loss of virginity, corruption kink, breeding kink

wc: 5.4K

a/n: hope y’all enjoy this one. It is rather sweet? But still a little dark. Geto will and can breed you, make sure that you’ll provide him the necessary heirs he needed. And in this fic, I imagine that he would actually be a very loving husband as time goes by, because his wife had no sin as bad as his that could make him hate her. uwu

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M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T

The tug at your hair snapped you out of your daze, reminding you of the present. Eyes focusing on the mirror from its blanked out state, you were met with a reflection you didn’t quite recognise. Golden ornaments adorned your head and was weaved into your hair, shimmering with red gems. Your makeup was done in a natural fashion, your mother keen on keeping your look natural, pure and radiant, to make sure the ‘buyer’ would be satisfied with what he was promised. The pure white wedding kimono felt heavy on your body, the fabrics not weighing much seemed to weigh like sacks of stones. To wear something so beautiful and intricate was something you weren’t used too as well.

“You make a beautiful bride,” your mother smiled behind you, a warm smile that made you tell yourself that despite the circumstances, at least she was happy.

And you were reminded just what you were supposed to do today.

To fulfil a duty only you in your family can do and was able to. You weren’t much use to your family due to you having under developed cursed technique. ‘You are weak’, they said. ‘You have cursed energy but it’s not strong enough like everyone else in the family.’ Because of that you were raised to do house chores well, taught about how to be a good wife and a mother. You were happy that even though there was a hierarchy of power in your family, they never abandoned you. They still treated you as a daughter, cousin and sister. If doing this will make them happy, then you’d happily oblige because for once, you were of use.

But why couldn’t you shake the heavy feeling in your heart, as you walked down the aisle in the temple. Your father’s arm linked with yours provided no comfort as you approached and managed a glimpse of the man who was your groom. Your soon to be husband.

Unlike the times you’ve seen him in the gatherings of his followers, he wore ceremonial black robes, a fit that radiated a different kind of superiority and energy than his usual Buddhist styles robes that he masqueraded in.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. You were going to marry the leader of the organisation your family devoted themselves to, a man so powerful and malicious that he massacred a hundred or more civilians in one night. A mass murderer. A man who deemed shamans and cursed users to be superior than normal humans. You barely knew anything about who he really was, only the stories, testaments and word of mouth from other devotees who would visit your clan.

The whole part of the ceremony went as practiced and as traditionally as you were taught but when it came to the part to where the bride and groom kiss, your hands that were in his large ones, hands that had caused so much pain and suffering, trembled. Unlike you, his dark eyes were warm and calm, his smile as well, but despite managing to remain composed, you were reluctant and frightened. Maybe it was because of how unreadable he was when he looked at you that way. That concerned you more than the fact you were kissing for the first time in your life, and more so, kissing a stranger.

The two of you exited the shrine, arms linked with each other as the people you called family and his followers, showered pink blossom leaves or rose petals in the air, celebrating the marriage of their leader. He thanked them humbly with a smile and nod of his head, the two girls who he had rescued also smiling and even tearing up at the sight. You had been with them before, your father asked by Geto himself to have his daughter be somewhat of a female presence for them, and that’s how you got somewhat close to the two girls, looked after them as if they were your little sisters.

You kept quiet on the way out and folded your hands neatly on your lap in the car that escorted the two of you to the new house you would be living in. This was the first time you two were alone and you couldn’t tear your eyes from your fingers, scared to see what expression he wore.

“I didn’t get to say this,”he broke the silence, his voice as alluring as always. “You look very beautiful.”

You didn’t expect that.

Out of respect, you stuttered a gentle, “T-thank you.” Also not expecting the soft chuckle that bubbled from his chest.

“My pretty wife can’t look me in the eyes.”

You missed the light joking tone in his sentence and panicked. Looking at him, wide eyed as you quickly blurted, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—

You were met with an expression almost mirroring yours. His eyes were wide and slowly blinking at your reaction, more surprised than your panic. His cheek had lifted off his palm that he had been leaning on, admiring you without you even knowing.

“I didn’t say that to scare you,” his brows raised slightly. “I was merely teasing.”

“T-teasing?” Your brows knitted together.

“Yes, teasing. Couples do that to each other.” He spoke in a matter of fact. You knew that. It’s just you didn’t expect this to be a normal marriage. Does he really intend to see you as his equal, his other half? Rather than just a woman bound to him by oath, whose duty was to bear him heirs. “You know what your duties are I assume. Your parents raised you differently from your siblings.”

You nodded, doing your best to not let your gaze waver, anxious if that should anger him.

“I’m to bear you children.”

“You are to be my wife.”

The both of you spoke at the same time. Each other’s words surprising one another once more.

Geto knew of his reputation and how it instilled fear, respect and admiration from his followers, but despite his deep seated belief in his ideology, he wasn’t as heartless as everyone believed. He asked your father, his clan being the only clan that severed their ties with Jujutsu Tech and risked their connections with other clans, to name a few, Zenin, Kamo and Gojo, to follow him, and to offer you as his wife.

“I will not be dishonest with my wife and not admit that the main intention of this marriage is to have heirs. My own clan. Once my goal has been reached, I would very much like to rest and watch the world that I have made for my followers and other sorcerers.”

“A world where sorcerers are not sacrificed nor obligated to save normal humans,” you recalled what he had said long ago, the first time you’ve ever heard or seen him. When your family pledged their allegiance and loyalty to him and his goal.

You noticed the little twitch of the end of his lips going higher, a proud, gentle and flattered smile adorning his face.

“Exactly.” He leaned his chin on his palm once more, legs spreading wider as he continued to stare at you with that look you didn’t quite understand. Was it mockery or interest? “Though your father offered you to me…”

Offered. The word echoed in your chest, making your heart sink at how you were given away like an offering to please a God.

“I already found you endearing even before.”

A merciful, kind, God perhaps.

The pit in your chest disappeared, and was now filled with a thousand butterflies fluttering as you felt your heart skip a beat. He had always been a charmer, he charmed people to follow him, to devote themselves to his cause and if they don’t, he instilled fear in them, threaten them.

The rest of the journey to the new house was silent, your heartbeat drumming in your ears. The large traditional Japanese styled home was funded by none other than one of the many donors that supported his cause. There was only the two of you when your arrived in the secluded home, surrounded by woods for privacy, unlike your clan, there were no maids or servants to maintain the upkeep of the lot. But Geto assured you, as he slid open the door that looked out the lawn, that there will be a maid or gardener that would come by, and that you won’t shoulder as much housework as you thought. It was just for the time being, he wanted to be alone in this new house with his wife.

After dinner and soaking in the bath, you found yourself in the master bedroom, in your cotton robe looking for your sleepwear. The clothes were new and the only ones that were yours were formal dresses you had in the past, other than that everything was new, from daywear to sleepwear. Not wanting to stay naked any longer under the robe, you slipped on some comfortable cotton underwear before putting on a silk set of a thinly strapped camisole and soft silk bottoms, that were shorter than the ones you owned but comfortable nonetheless.

While you were eying the low made bed in the middle of the lantern lit room, you didn’t hear Geto entering the room but a low whistle caught you off guard, making you turn quickly, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed. Your butt sunk into the soft mattress, your fingers clutching the comforter laid on top of it as heat rose to your cheeks and you averted your gaze.

But the image was still fresh in your mind, his hair messily beautiful in a loose bun, droplets of water leaking down his naked toned torso, your heart for the brief second you saw him, beating so fast at v line that pointed down his hips, only a cotton towel covering his lower body.

“Geto-sama,” you gasped, looking down at your lap, folding your legs beneath you.

“My wife should call me by my first name, don’t you think?” He raised a brow, his tone teasing as he stepped closer to the bed where his own robe laid on the corner.

You nodded, remaining still in your place, waiting for orders cause you were unsure of what to do in his presence, in your shared bed.

“You look very pretty wearing the clothes I’ve bought you,” he hummed, stepping closer, his hand unable to stop itself from reaching out and pushing your hair behind your shoulder.

His fingers brushing your bare shoulder made you shiver, warmth spreading from where he touched you to your chest, to your core.

“You’re so timid,” he softly said out loud, enamoured by the woman before him. A woman that he knew was untainted by the monkeys, someone raised to obey him, support him, stand by his side no matter what and the more he stared at you, the more he relished in the idea of being your first man, your first everything.

“Do you not like me?” He teased.

“No!” You quickly objected, the thought absurd, the panic in your voice catching him off guard. “Geto-sama is everything and more than I could ever ask for. I promise to be a good wife.” Your eyes finally met his, unaware of how your words made blood rush down to his cock. He wondered just how good you’d be for him.

“I don’t doubt your words, my dear.” He placed his hand on your shoulder now, warm palm covering your skin. He had half the urge to slip the thin strap down your shoulder.

You couldn’t stop staring at him. His raven black hair messily strewn behind his back, strands falling over his handsome chiselled face and dark eyes staring into yours, he wasn’t robed in the thick clothes he always wore, this was a side of him only you were honoured to see.

His long fingers traced your jaw before cupping your cheek, making you look up at him, his eyes glowing with something you can’t quite place but entranced you all the same.

“My dear wife, I ask you now, if you willingly offer your body, heart and spirit to me?”

You should’ve been scared. Should've been stubborn and have resisted. He was a stranger whom you only knew of from afar, a leader you and your family followed devotedly, and yet, your answer fell so softly from your lips selflessly. As if his very being took your breath away despite of the fear of the unknown. As if he was a god and you were a devote worshipper, ready to serve him and be at his disposal.

“Yes.”

Why did he make you feel like this? Was it because of his strong cursed energy that yours could never amount or compare to? Or was it fear of not fulfilling your duties as his wife?

All those questions soon disappeared when he pushes you on the bed, pinning you beneath him, palms on either side of your head and your thighs between his legs.

“Such a good little kitten,” he purred, warm breath tickling your ear and teeth nibbling at your lobe, a soft mewl squeezing from your throat.

“Obey me and you will be rewarded,” he pressed a kiss on your neck this time, lips hot on your skin and sending a heat straight down your core. He kissed along your jaw before he hovered his face above yours, his lips so close it almost touched your own. He forced you to meet his eyes, gripping your chin. “Stand by me and I will be yours.”

“I promise,” you swore breathlessly, wanting to feel more of him. To lose yourself in the way his presence overpowered you. “I promise to love you.”

“I’ll hold you onto that promise,” was all he said before his lips finally met yours with a heated passion that made your shiver.

Geto wasn’t trying to be romantic by any means, it just happened. The expressions you made whenever he spoke to you were cute and endearing, your voice and the way you offered yourself to him without a second thought fed his ego, and your timid,starry eyes , captivated him to the point where he actually wanted to make this an actual marriage for you.

Marriage bounded you to him. You were his, and something about that made him possessive.

You blinked hazily when his lips parted from yours, their warmth something you craved for. Geto’s hand caressed your mid-drift, the silk camisole rising and bunching under your breasts, the straps falling of your shoulders as he trailed his hand higher. His fingers brushed over the curvature of your breast, his fingertips making contact with your hardened nipple making you bite your lip and press your thighs together.

His touch was gentle. Something you didn’t expect from him. The way it made you feel was addicting. It was like rays of sunshine shining and warming your skin. You couldn’t believe you were letting a man touch you like this, it was embarrassing how easily you succumbed to him. But he was your husband.

You stared up at him, a tinge of coal colored fear prickling behind the dark red waves of lust. His slanted eyes were cold, demanding even. His dark long tresses fell over his broad shoulders as he shadow loomed over you, as if veiling you. His warm fingers now traced your collar bones, your chest rising and falling with anticipation, lips parted and swollen from kissing. You awaited his next move with bated breath.

“Say it again,” his voice lowered in volume, dangerously so. His eyes were moving all over your face, taking in every detail of your expression. Fear, confusion, lust. It was written all over your face. As well as obedience. Submission.

His long fingers enclosed around your throat, the action making your eyes meet his. He squeezed gently, forcing your lips to part in a cute little ‘o’, your brows knitting upwards as you tried to breathe in his hold. You weren’t even fighting back. Was that how much you valued your word?

“Tell me your sweet promise again,” he husked, his other hand gliding down and under the waistband of the satin shorts, fingers pressing against your clit through your panties, your slick seeping through the fabric. You pressed your thighs together, biting your lip

“I…” you tried to say, losing focus when he slowly drew circles over that sensitive part, your hips writhing not sure if it was to get away from his touch or to have more of it.

“Tell me, wife,” he squeezed the sides of your neck again, his thumb, despite the threatening hold he had, caressed your skin.

“I promise,” you managed to get out, voice pitchy and trembling, a soft moan leaving you when he pushed your panties to the side to dip his fingers between your slit; warm fingers tracing up and down, spreading your wetness before going back to massaging your clit. Your core clenched. “I promise to love you, Suguru.”

An unbecoming whine left you when you felt his finger slip past your entrance. Your gummy walls welcomed the intrusion, clenching greedily around his digit, even more so when he added another.

“I like it when you say that,” he smirked, satisfied and amused with how your body reacted to his touch, how sensitive you were. “Make sure to say it often. For me.” His hand left your neck.

You nodded, your hand coming over your mouth to muffle your voice when he began to move his fingers in a come hither motion. He was rubbing your sensitive spot so easily, your thighs were shaking.

“Can you feel how wet you are, darling? You’re dripping,” he leaned down, whispering in your ear.

You could. You could feel how wet you had become the more he touched you, the more he pumped his fingers in and out your cunt. Your arousal was leaking from your hole and you could only moan and whine at how good it felt. You didn’t want him to stop.

“And it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

You nodded your head quickly again, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close as your hips twitched and writhed with pleasure.

Getou could feel your tight heat clench around his fingers, signalling you were close to cumming. He internally swore at how tight and warm your walls were, he can’t help but imagine how good it would feel once he splits your virgin pussy with his cock.

“Suguru,” you panted, eyes squeezing shut, face scrunching at the overwhelming, new sensations. “I-I c-can’t.” You didn’t know what you were saying but somehow he knew.

“It’s okay, darling. You don’t have to hold back. Cum around your husband’s fingers,” he rasped in your ear, a smirk dancing on his lips before he nibbled at the sensitive part on your neck. Once you heard his words, as if on command, you felt that tightening knot inside you snap, it’s threads exploding in different directions form your core, pleasure licking at every fibre of your being.

“W-wait,” your hand barely wrapped against his wrist, your body still spasming from your orgasm, his fingers still curling and scissoring inside your cunt. “Too m-much.” Your hips tried to wriggle away, something he found cute as he tilted his head to the side, admiring the woman who would carry his child.

“I got carried away,” he said simply, pulling his fingers out and opting to slowly circle round your clit. He didn’t get carried away, he just wanted to get a glimpse of your expression should he overstimulate you. With the way you were breathing heavily beneath him right now, eyes bleary and blinking to gather yourself, he wanted nothing more than to breed you dumb.

You’d let him wouldn’t you?

“It’s okay,” you easily forgave him, voice small as your eyes moved from his face and trailed down his torso, stopping where his towel was still wrapped around his hips. You reached out, fingers slipping beneath the fabric, shyly tugging at it to loosen. “S’not fair.” You mumbled.

Geto chuckled. You only had cum around his fingers and you were already so drunk on lust. “I wasn’t sure if you would want to go all the way tonight,” he teased, bringing his fingers to his lips, tongue sliding along his long digits to taste you. Your eyes widened at the gesture, your walls clenching tightly with need as more heat crept up your cheeks. “It’s only our first night as husband and wife after all, and I am but a stranger to you aren’t I? I didn’t want to scare you.” He was telling you things that would make you give up to him, he wanted you to wholeheartedly beg for him to take you.

He continued to clean off his fingers with his tongue, his eyes never leaving yours as he did, knowing that it would spur you on.

You turned your head away as if embarrassed to have been caught looking at something you shouldn’t have seen.

“I’m not scared,” you murmured, a hint of shame swelling in your chest at how you so greedily wanted to feel more of him.

“You’re not?” His voice was light, playful even. He unwrapped the towel around his hips, letting it fall to the side before wrapping his hand around his hard, throbbing cock, his eyes on your glistening wet pussy.

“N-no,” you replied, your hands gripped the pillow under your head. You were not scared of him. You were far more scared of admitting you wanted more.

After all he wasn’t a stranger anymore, right? He was to be your husband for the rest of your life and what you two were doing was something so intimate between two lovers.

A unfamiliar heat prodding at your entrance made your head snap to face him once more, eyes wide and searching for what it was. His cock was lengthy and thick, the head flushed pink. It was hot and throbbing against your pussy as he slowly rubbed his length between your folds.

How was that going to fit inside of you?

“You’re staring,” he clicked his tongue in a teasing manner, hand on your abdomen, thumb slowly rubbing circles on your clit. He guided his cock along your slit, rubbing the bulbous tip on that sensitive bundle of nerves, making you moan so sinfully.

“S-Suguru…”

“Yes, my dear?”

“I don’t know if I can,” your voice trembled, clueless to the tears that collected on your lashes.

“I’ll take good care of you,” he caressed your cheek. “You promised to love me didn’t you?” He pushed the tip in, earning a sharp gasp from you. “You’ll let me do the same right?”

You were taking deep breaths, the feeling of the hot leaking tip inside your chaste cunt, stinging. You couldn’t believe the tip was in and it already had you keening.

“I promise to be gentle,” he cooed, continuing to rub your clit and leaning forward slowly, easing himself inch by inch into your tight warm cunt. He shuddered from the mere sensation of being inside of you. You were squeezing his cock so tightly, your eyes were a teary mess of fear and confusion.

“Relax,” he soothed, pushing deeper til he was buried to the hilt, a fullness you’ve never felt before.

“H-hurts,” you cried softly, eyes squeezing shut as tears streamed down your cheeks. “You’re t-too…”

“Too what?” He leaned forward, propped on his forearms so that his face was close with yours.

“Too big,” you whimpered, your walls spasming around his length, trying to adjust to his size.

“You feel so good. You’re squeezing my cock so tightly . It’s taking all of me to not to ravage you,” he rasped in your ear, such lewd words making your core tighten. “Oh?” He mused. “You react so well to me. Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?“

“K-kiss me, Suguru,” you forced your eyes open, tears flowing freely as the feeling of his cock spreading your walls began to no longer feel painful, your body now overwhelmed by the new sensations of pleasure. “P-please,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him for dear life.

If that would ease your pain, he will.

Being a ‘good husband’, he pressed his lips onto yours, drawing his hips back at the same time, to distract you from the discomfort of being your first and last man. Oh, how addicting the embrace of your walls were as he dragged his cock in and out of your increasingly wet cunt. He muffled your moans with his kisses, his tongue dominating your mouth, adding to the already dizzying sensation of his cock fucking in and out of you.

The fear you had disappeared away as your body melted for him. Increasing hot warmth, spreading through your body as your body begged for more. Now growing used to the rhythm of his hips, to the shape of his cock and his hot kisses.

“How lucky I am to have such a beautiful wife,” he muttered, your lower lip between his teeth as he leaned back, straightening up and holding your hips.

Praises spilled from his lips, his words only making you a slave to him, to his every word, every touch. Oh how you wanted to please him. You felt spoiled already. To have been shown and showered with the intimacy a husband and wife shares on your wedding night. You’ll keep your promise like an oath, you swore as you stared at his face. Were you the reason for the pleasure indulgent look on his face? He appeared feral as if he was a wolf going to devour you.

As your belly grew taut and the pleasure that was sparking throughout your body doubled, you’d let him. You’d let him do anything if it pleased it. Was this love? You weren’t sure but it felt like it.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in, drunk on the thrusts of his cock, the tip brushing against a particular spot inside you that you moaning so obscenely. “S-Suguru, ah, f-feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, fucking you deeper, your back arching. “You’re gonna cum again aren’t you?”

You nodded, legs squeezing tightly around his waist, his eyes watching your breasts bounce with each hard stroke, adoring the blooming marks he made on your chest. Your cries of pleasure were music to his ears, a melody that he only elicited from you. They got higher in pitch the closer you reached your peak, your words incoherent as your sweet cunt sucked him in.

Your velvety walls were heavenly, soft, warm and deliciously hugging his cock. Your arousal spilled form your cunt down your ass crack, leaking onto the bed as a ring of white at the base of his cock formed. He groaned at the sight, fucking into your harder.

Lips parting into a silent scream, nails digging into the flesh of his back, your walls clenched around him, so tightly his hips stuttered it’s pace. The warmth builded up in your belly exploded to every part of your body, trembling and spasming at the intense wave of pleasure that swept through you. You felt as if you were floating, your mind was blank, and the bed felt like clouds against your skin while all you could do was look at him.

“Good girl,” he cooed, able to draw his hips back til his cock almost left you before plunging into you once again, using the wetness from your release to bring him closer to his own. “You take me so well. You look so pretty like this,” he spoke, his compliments making you blush and turn away.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval, grabbing your face roughly with his hand. “Keep looking at me. Don’t hide yourself from me.” He seethed, his other hand pulling you down by the waist to meet each deep thrust.

“T-too much, Suguru. I-I cant anymore! Came already,” you panted, your much smaller hand wrapping around his wrist to stop him or to tell him to slow down.

“We’re not done yet, darling. The night has just begun,” his voice began to loose its steadiness. “I have every intention to fill you full of my seed.” He groaned, giving his final thrust as he spilled inside of you. Hot cum filling your womb, you felt his cock twitch inside and was not able to suppress a moan at how good that felt.

He fell forward but made sure not crush you either, his forehead rested against your own, and the heavy, staggered fanning of his breath on your lips matched your own. “We need to make sure it takes.” He said softly, eyes closed in bliss and kissing you.

Geto remained still inside of you, emptying himself in your womb and as he did, he peppered your chest and neck with kisses, letting you come down from your high before pulling away.

The emptiness that followed when his cock slipped from your cunt, made you shiver. Geto sat back on his heels, his large hands on your hips as he watched his cum leak from your abused cunt. “Mhm, don’t want that to go to waste now don’t we?” He chuckled softly, plugging your hole with two fingers as if to shove back his seed into you.

Eyelids heavy and blinking slowly, you steadied your breaths. Your core was still contracting little by little from your release, and inside your belly felt warm. A warmth you didn’t think you’d find comforting.

Before you could even come to, Geto gently flipped you over onto your stomach, your cheek pressed against he pillow as he lifted your hips up, propping your lower body on your knees. Your pussy was a mess, your slick dripped down onto your thighs and onto the bed, and every time your walls would squeeze around nothing, white cum would deep out your pink hole.

“I have no doubts about your promise,” he spoke, guiding his tip to your swollen cunt once more. “I have no doubts you’d be a good wife.” His hands massaged the fat of your ass, squeezing hard before slapping the flesh, making you whimper. “Do you remember your vows?”

“Ye—ah! Y-yes,” you shakily responded, shivering with pleasure when he plunged back into your cunt once more, the fullness filling you up once more.

“Say them again,” he commanded, thrusting languidly, giving you just enough friction.

“Suguru, p-please,”

He needed to hear your words of promise. Geto didn’t know why but he craved it. It was a reassurance that he didn’t know he needed til now.

“I, Y/N, take you, Suguru,” you muttered softly, hands gripping the sheets below as you slowly rocked forward with his thrusts. “T-to be my husband…”

He didn’t expect you to actually be able to say it and yet here you were, face pressed against the pillow with voice quivering and soft moans leaving you, ass up and taking his cock, reciting your vows from heart.

“….T-to love and to cherish,” you continued, your own hips moving, begging for more, meeting his shallow thrusts.

“And?” Geto stilled, leaning over to press his back against yours, his cock buried to the hilt and pulsing in the warmth of your walls.

“A-and,” your hands fisted the sheets when his hand snaked around your body to rub your swollen clit. “And to obey.”

Suguru moaned in your ear, breath and sweet, it sent shivers down your spine.

“Good girl. Never forget your vows. From here on out,” he carded his fingers through your hair before grabbing a fistful and straightening up, angling himself to reward you with pleasure and his seed. “It’s til death do us part.”