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-miles morales

corazón despeinado —angst, fluff

cielo en la mente — angst, fluff pt 2 to ^

un beso — fluff

"MINE, MINE, MINE."

pairing: alpha!geto x omega!fem!reader summary: your doctor won’t refill your prescription until you’ve reset your cycle. you’re desperate for that refill, but geto’s not having it. content: MDNI (18+ ONLY), a/b/o dynamics, nsfw, dubcon? (reader doesn’t want a heat but it’s medically necessary (LMAO what)), established relationship, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, pet names, knotting, slight manipulation, dacryphilia, somnophilia, spit, blood, oral (fem!receiving), so much licking and smelling?, geto and reader are just downright feral LMAO, lmk if i missed anything. a/n: have y’all figured out that i have a breeding kink yet… anyway, this is the first a/b/o fic that i’ve ever written but i just read one and was feeling *inspired*. if people want i might do a prequel sort of thing for this that goes more in-depth about how they met and stuff. lmk! also, i have a vampire gojo fic planned hehe get ready bbs. and remember, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! divider credit to: @cafekitsune wc: 5.2k

“No.” 

No? You shift in your seat, cold and plastic, sure you must have heard him wrong. 

“I’m sorry?” you ask. You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, an anxious habit.

“I can’t refill the prescription. I’m sorry, but, frankly, it would be completely irresponsible of me to do so. I’m shocked your previous physician prescribed them for so long.” Fingers find yours and twine them together. Your eyes flash to Geto, but he’s only staring at your new doctor, staring with that furrow in his brow he only gets when he’s worried.

Your new, soon-to-be old, doctor sighs again, running a hand through his thinning white hair. “You need to have a heat as soon as possible, allow your body to recalibrate. Indefinite use of suppressants is dangerous and unhealthy. They are meant to manage your cycles, not stop them altogether.” 

Sweat beads on your palms. He can’t be serious. But it’s his first opinion. Surely there’s another option.

“I-I’m sorry, doctor. I don’t think I’m understanding.” 

Another glance at Geto reveals that he’s frowning now. When his eyes find yours you see the decision there, one he’s already made without you. Your stomach drops.

The doctor sighs and suddenly the walls of the office feel small, tight, suffocating. The twinge of alcohol and chemicals in the air makes your nose scrunch. “Let me say this clearly. I will not refill your prescription for suppressants, nor will any other reputable physician. You have been taking them continuously for far too long. You risk permanent damage should you delay a proper cycle any longer.” The doctor glances to Geto, then back to you. “Go home with your alpha and allow nature to take its course. It’s what’s best.” 

Your eyes widen with realization– you are not leaving this office with what you came for. Your heart pounds and your palms sweat. “Th-that can’t happen, doctor. I need my suppressants. My job- I can’t be out that long a-and Geto can’t either, we–” 

“We will go home,” Geto interrupts, and his tone is final. “Thank you, doctor, for the advice.” 

Geto pulls you to your feet, gently but firmly. He leaves no question about the fact that you’re leaving. You can feel the intensity radiating off him in waves. You ignore it. You turn to your new doctor, silently smiting him. Why did your old one have to retire?

“Doctor, you don’t underst–” 

“Thank you again,” Geto interrupts.

Before you can make another sound, another protest, Geto pulls you through the door, out of the office, and back to the car. He opens the door for you, as he always does, except this time you’re not so eager to accept his chivalry. 

“Suguru,” you bite out. His eyes meet yours, but they are surprisingly gentle. So calm. How is he always calm? 

“Just get in, baby. We’ll talk about it in the car.”

You debate saying no, but you can’t bring yourself to start a fight when he’s being so good. You grumble when you climb in, buckling your seatbelt before Geto can do it for you.

The engine revs to life, but you hardly notice. You’re already scrolling your phone, the search bar reading a simple and straightforward “doctors offices near me”. You scroll right past the first ten, for once in your life wanting a doctor that’s a little sketchy. You scroll further– still not sketchy enough. Someone who’ll give you the prescription you need, even if it’s not necessarily… ethical. Or maybe you could get some on the street? Surely there was some kind of dealing ring for that. There was a dealing ring for everything, right?

“What are you doing?” His voice is soft, but his fingers are tight around the steering wheel, skin stretched tight across his knuckles.

You lift your phone to your ear, dialing the first office that looked relatively shitty enough. “Getting a second opinion,” you answer. 

Suguru plucks the phone so swiftly from your fingers that you hardly even notice it’s gone. You see him end the call and slip it into his back pocket, out of your reach. 

“Hey!” You scramble across the center console, hopelessly grabbing at your lost phone, your last hope. 

Suguru grabs your wrist, restraining you far too easily for your liking. “You’re not getting it back,” he says. His eyes never leave the road. 

Your brows pinch and anger boils in your stomach. “This is not for you to decide. It’s my body.”

He glances at you, unconcerned. Still calm. “And you’re not in a headspace to be making a responsible decision about it, so I’m making it for you.”

Your jaw drops and you pry your wrist free of his grasp. You escape, but you know it’s only because he allows it. “I am of perfectly sound mind, thank you.” 

He shakes his head and sighs. “You’re blinded by desperation.” 

“It’s still not for you to decide!” When you don’t notice any change in his expression, you switch tactics– from anger to honesty. You let your face fall, let your true feelings creep through. “You know how much I hate it, Su.” 

Finally, he cracks. It’s instantaneous, the way he melts for you- the way the soft smile finds his lips and his hand finds yours, twining your fingers together. “I know, but you have to, baby. You heard the doctor.” 

You clench your jaw and avoid the sting of tears behind your eyes. You had heard the doctor, but you weren’t ready. Maybe next month, when you’d had more time to mentally prepare. 

Your skin crawled. You hated it, hated this. You hadn’t had a heat in years, avoiding them like the plague. You hated how vulnerable they made you, how they put you at the mercy of another. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Suguru– you did. You trusted him more than anyone, anything, but you still hated the feeling of being so completely helpless, so completely out of control, even if it was Suguru you were submitting to. 

For most of your life, you’d successfully hidden your omega status. With the help of suppressants, you’d passed as a beta until your early twenties. Then you met Geto. 

You’d met at work. He was cute, beautiful even, you’d thought, but he screamed alpha– and alphas could be dangerous, especially for hiding, unclaimed omegas like you. You’d stayed away as long as you could and, for a while, you were quite successful. You avoided him in the halls, sat at the opposite end of the table in meetings, replied to emails succinctly but politely. All was well until you’d been trapped in an elevator with him one morning, biting your lip anxiously as you waited to reach the twelfth floor. He’d smelled so good that day, perhaps due to an oncoming rut. You hadn’t been able to resist inching closer, taking deeper breaths. Suguru would later tell you that he’d suspected your hidden status, but he had no reason to question you. At least, not until he had you up against the elevator wall with his face buried in your neck. One deep whiff was all he’d needed to know exactly what you were, even with suppressants in your system.

You’d dated for a little over a year, until you’d decided he was the one. Your fingers dust over the mate mark on your throat, the one that had not only made you undoubtedly Suguru’s, but also the one that had revealed to the world exactly what you were. There was no hiding your true identity with an alpha’s scarred mark on your neck. 

Suguru had never seen you through a heat– no one had. You’d taken your suppressants daily, ever since you met him and even long before that. He’d claimed you on a day like any other, no heat necessary. He hadn’t had a rut in all these years, either. When he felt one coming on all he had to do was pop a single pill and all was well– apparently with none of the nasty side effects that came along with your suppressants. Another unfair privilege of being an alpha you supposed. 

“Sugu, I can’t do this.” Your lip is raw from how much you’ve been chewing on it by the time you reach home. 

Suguru softly shuts the door behind you, lifting your twined hands to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles. 

“Yes you can. I know you can.” 

You shake your head. He doesn’t understand– doesn’t know what this will do to you, how it will break you. While you hadn’t had a heat in years, you had experienced them before. You loathed them more than anything, loathed the way your mind was a slave to your body and not the other way around, loathed the way your whole body pulsed and throbbed, loathed the way it made you feel so… weak. “I can’t. It’s-it’s-” Your hands come up to cover your face. You sigh and feel the blush crawling beneath your cheeks. “It’s embarrassing. Humiliating.” 

There’s silence for a moment, and then a soft sight. Suguru pries your hands from your face gently. When you meet his eyes, he’s all business.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.” 

You shake your head and pull away, pacing. “I don’t want anyone to see me like that, Sugu. Not even you.” 

Strong hands catch your waist, holding you still. “It’s not a question. It’s happening– for the sake of your health.” 

You scoff and shake your head. “It’s not–” 

His thumb presses to your lips with just enough pressure to demand silence. The omega in you coos to listen, to submit– the other part of you reels with annoyance.

“End of discussion.” 

He’s closer now and you can feel waves of his breath skating across your skin. It’s like a drug, one that the primal side of you can never get enough of. Give in, give in, give in, your omega begs. Listen to your alpha… You try not to focus on the fact that he smells good enough to eat. You know what he’s doing– using his dynamic to persuade you, to make you see his way, playing to the omega you can usually hide so carefully.

“Sugu…” you say. You intend to be angry but you trail off when his eyes catch yours. 

“I got you, baby.”

Your heart melts at the words. He waits. Maybe he knows that the smell of his skin on yours is playing tricks on your mind. You wage a battle within. Every instinct urges you to agree and with every passing second it becomes harder to disagree. Perhaps he’s right, perhaps it's time you give in for once. Let him take care of you, your omega purrs. You’re nodding before you realize what you’ve done.

Suguru kisses you quickly, allowing no time for takebacks. When he pulls away he gets to work. He whips his phone from his pocket and you listen to him talking to his boss, your boss, saying that you’ll both be out of work for a week on “family” leave. Your face heats when you realize that your boss now knows exactly what you two are going to be doing for the foreseeable future. Suguru kisses you one last time before he’s out the door, off to get enough food and supplies to last a week. You won’t be leaving your apartment for some time. You don't fail to notice that he doesn’t return your phone before he’s gone.

~

You don’t notice a difference, even after the sun is gone. It’s not surprising, considering you usually take your suppressants at night– it’ll take a little while longer for them to fully exit your system… you hope. When you’re brushing your teeth you stare at the empty prescription bottle longingly. 

You join Suguru in bed. The moment you crawl onto the mattress he pulls you closer into his bare chest. You savor the way your bodies fit so perfectly- like he was meant for you and you alone. His front curls around your back, a leg slotted between your thighs. 

“Feel anything?” he asks. 

You shake your head to hide your swallow. You almost shiver when Suguru buries himself in your neck, inhaling your scent. You feel him harden against your backside. He must be able to smell your approaching heat even before you can. Part of you expects instinct to take hold of him, for him to make a move, but he only presses a kiss to your jaw and holds you tighter. 

“Sleep, baby.” 

For once, you follow orders without a fight.

–

Hot. Too hot. 

When your eyes flutter open, you feel the pounding of your heart, the labor of your breath, and the growing ache between your legs. 

You sit up so fast you see stars, panic flooding your veins. No, no, no, no, no. This was wrong, you’d made the wrong choice. You couldn’t do this. Already, you could feel control slipping from your grasp, your consciousness giving way to something more primal, more feral. You scramble, preparing to stand, to find your phone, to lock yourself away and suffer through this on your own.

“Deep breaths, baby.” 

Only then do you realize Suguru is already awake. He’s behind you, hands on your shoulders, both a comfort and a restraint. 

“Can’t-” Your breaths are ragged and so are your words. “Can’t do this, Sugu-” 

“Yes, you can.” He whispers. He pulls you closer, tighter against him. “You will.” 

You shake your head frantically, tears pooling on your lashes. When you turn, Suguru is staring at your neck, at the mate mark on your throbbing pulse. His jaw is clenched when his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He’s restraining himself, you realize. A glance down reveals he’s already painfully hard in his pants. You wonder how long he’s been sitting there, taking in your scent, waiting for you to wake. No doubt his rut has already been triggered.

His eyes raise to yours and he pauses at the tears that leak down your cheeks. He leans closer, and the scent emanating from his neck makes you groan against your will. His kisses away the tears. Slowly, one at a time. 

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.” 

Your body pulls him closer, even as your mind pushes back. “My phone, Sugu,” you panic. “Gotta gimme my phone. C-call a new doctor.” 

He shakes his head and when you start to squirm he only holds you tighter, holds you in place. 

“No, baby.” 

You whimper, seeking the scent gland on his neck against your will. The smell makes your clit throb almost painfully. 

“Sugu, please,” you cry. Tears stream from your eyes, staining your lover’s skin. 

“‘S gonna be okay. Just let it happen. Don’t fight it, love.” 

With each passing moment, you feel your fight slipping further and further away. Suguru rubs at the muscles in your back until you’re slumped against him, pitifully moaning like a wounded animal. It’s not long before your body takes the reins, until you start desperately humping at his thigh, your clit throbbing almost painfully. 

“That’s it. Good girl.” 

Your eyes roll back at the praise and when Suguru grips your waist you cry out at the touch. Everywhere his skin meets yours feels electric. You’re burning, burning, burning. It’s not until Suguru lays you down on your back that you see the sopping patch of slick you’ve left on his thigh. You whimper at the sight. 

“‘S okay, baby. ‘Ve got you.”

Suguru is looking nearly as lost to the lust as you are. Only his willpower and intent keep him from shredding away your panties and breeding your cunt full that very second. He’s never been in the presence of a scent so intoxicating. He’s never been with you, or any omega, through a heat. He thought you smelled amazing before, but now… He is lost to you, lost to the heat he feels emanating from every inch of your skin, to the honeyed scent pouring from your neck, to the slick he sees staining through your panties. His dick twitches in his pants. 

“Love you so much, baby. Gonna take such good care of ya,” he whispers. Instinct drives him forward until he’s plastered his lips to your jaw, licking and biting at the skin. You nearly scream at the sensation. You feel his touch everywhere, all at once. With your last coherent thoughts you know that this heat will be unlike any other you’ve ever experienced. It’s already so intense you can hardly think, and you’ve only just begun.

“Sugu,” you plead. 

The sound of his name on your lips breaks him. His hand dips across your stomach, thumbing past the edge of your panties until he’s running his finger through your slit, gathering your slick and rubbing it against your clit. 

You scream and thrash, so sensitive it nearly hurts, but he only moves to pin you beneath him, forcing you to take everything he gives. 

“Gonna make you feel ‘s good, baby.” he hums. He’s lost to you, to your desires, to your needs. Every piece of him screams to please you, to take care of you, in every way possible.

He continues his messy circles on your clit and until you’re gasping, hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. 

“S-Sugu…” you whine.

The growl that rips from his throat has you arching your back and bearing your throat in an act of submission. You hear a tear and watch your panties hit the floor. Your shirt follows and then you’re completely bare beneath your alpha. His eyes go black at the sight, pupils blown so wide you can hardly see a smidgen of their usual brown. There’s a deep rumble in his chest that has you keening and reaching for him, needing him. He doesn’t waste time. His tongue finds your neck, laving sloppily at your scent gland and the sensation is so delicious that you writhe beneath him. 

His fingers slide down your stomach, dipping between your thighs and rubbing at your clit. The touch is somehow gentle despite the complete and total hunger in his eyes, but it has you whining nonetheless. Every place he touches you, which is nearly everywhere, stings so delightfully that your eyes are already rolling back.

But you can’t wait. You can’t. Your body is starved, rabid, and you know what you need.

“Ssssugu… please…” your words are hardly above a whisper, barely a breath, but your alpha still hears you, still knows what you want, what you need. 

“I got you, baby… shhhhh…” He gives a final lick to your scent gland before he’s leaning back on his knees, parting your thighs wide, exposing your leaking cunt. You can feel a puddle of slick beneath your ass, your hole clenching desperately around nothing, aching to be filled. 

Warm hands slide up your skin and settle on your hips, tugging you a little further down the bed. You whimper, but don’t have time to say anything before you feel him slipping through your folds. A glance down reveals his weeping tip, achingly flushed, bumping and rubbing against your clit. When did his pants come off? You don’t know, you don’t care, all that matters is that the sight steals your breath away. 

“Gonna knot you good, princess.” 

You nod, wanting nothing more than for him to make good on his promise. You claw and grip at his arms, chanting his name endlessly. His chest rumbles again and your thighs part further on instinct. Finally, he gives you what you want. You feel him pressing in, fat tip stretching you wide. One of his hands moves to press down on your tummy and the combination has tears pooling in your eyes. 

He slides in slowly. With every inch you think he must be done, that you can’t take any more. But you can, and you do. When he’s finally fully in your jaw is hanging open in ecstasy and your eyes are rolled back in your skull. His fingers brush your clit and your hips jerk. 

“That’s it. So good, baby. So fucking good.” 

Your tears flood over, racing down your cheeks. He’s over you again, loose strands of black hair brushing your skin and forcing a whimper from your throat. He licks away your tears, lapping at your cheeks like you’re a fucking lollipop. His hips start thrusting in time with his licks, and it’s more than you can handle. Your thighs tremble and suddenly you’re begging. Pleading, whining, screaming for more. He gives it to you. One hand finds yours, twining your fingers together as he pounds into you so hard he’s rattling your skull. He’s licking at your scent gland again, driving you further and further toward a cliff you’re afraid to fall from. You think this orgasm might shatter you, might break you so thoroughly you’ll never be put back together again. You can feel it tightening at your core with each thrust, each lick, each kiss. 

“Fuck,” you hear him growl and whimper at the sound of his voice so close to your ear. “‘M gonna bite you, princess. Gonna mark you up and knot you so good you’ll see fucking stars.” You pant beneath him, unable to word how excited you are by his words, how deliciously they roll across your skin and seep into your spine. “Tell me you didn’t take your pill, baby. Tell me I can breed this pussy full and it won’t go to waste.” He’s not talking about your suppressants you know, but rather the contraceptives you take in tandem with them. Of course you took it, but suddenly something makes you wish you hadn't. “‘M gonna flush ‘em down the fucking toilet. Never letting you take that shit again.”

The primal part of you surges forward at the idea. It chants deep in your mind. Yes, yes, yes…

“Suguuu… please…” It seems like those are the only words your tongue can form.

His lips press to yours, shushing you. “Shhh, baby. Don’ worry. I got you.” He licks across your cheek and down across your jaw until he finds your scent gland again. His thrusts pick up again and you think you might pass out from how good you feel, from how tight your muscles are coiling. You can feel his knot pulsing inside you, preparing to fill you to the brim. You’ve never felt more ready for anything. 

“Sugu–” 

And it’s at that moment that he makes good on his promise. His teeth sink into your neck and you feel your bond snap taut like a string, pulsing with the closeness of your connection. It’s pure ecstasy. Suguru’s knot swells, notching tightly inside you and when you feel his cum pulsing into your womb it’s all too much. You think you must be screaming from the pleasure but you only hear the ringing in your ears as your orgasm washes over you. Your muscles clench, your toes curl, your back arches, you see those stars Suguru promised. Heat tingles through your limbs and down your spine and you think you’ve probably just melted into the mattress. But you haven’t, and when your vision returns, you’re panting and staring at the ceiling. 

Suguru is above you and you can feel him still cumming, still releasing rope after rope of thick, hot cum into you. The sensation makes you groan and he laps at your neck, cleaning up the blood from the new mark he’s just given you. Your consciousness trickles back in, the primal piece of you partially sated for the time being. You remember the context of your situation, why you’re here and not at work, what you’re doing. You’re puzzled by why you’d been so panicked by the idea of a heat before. How could you have been so reluctant, so scared, when nothing has ever felt this right?

Suguru is peppering you with kisses now, pulling you tight to his chest and rolling you both onto your sides where you’ll stay until his knot softens. 

“Sleep, princess,” he says and he uses that tone that always compels you to listen, to please. You happily do as he says and when your eyes drift shut it’s not long before you’re lost to a world of comfortable darkness. 

~

You wake to the throbbing again. All of the pent up need Suguru had sated has returned with a vengeance. You need him again, but it appears he already knows that. 

You feel him between your legs, his hair fully loose now and tickling the insides of your thighs. He’s eating you out, slurping up the cum that’s leaking down your thighs and spitting it back onto your cunt. It’s filthy, disgusting, and you love it.

“Sugu–” you gasp and your hips buck. His eyes lock with yours and the smile he gives you nearly makes you come on the spot. He holds your gaze as he licks one last long stripe over your folds. You whimper and clench around nothing. Empty, empty, empty…

“Sorry, baby,” he whispers against your skin. He’s kissing his way up your body now, leaving little circles of spit that cool when they touch the air and make you shiver. “‘Y smelled so good…” 

You whine and whimper, clawing at his back and leaving scratches you think might draw blood. You’re too worried about getting him inside of you to check.

You’re gasping like you’ve never had a breath of air in your life, like you’ve drowned and every touch he gives you fills your lungs with much-needed oxygen. His hands rub gently at your waist, but it’s not enough. You want him to wreck you, ruin you. You say as much. 

“M-more…” you beg and when he hums against your neck you squirm desperately. Warm hands dig into your flesh and suddenly you find yourself flipped onto your stomach. You feel Suguru behind you, pushing your thighs apart with his knees. His hands find your hips again and lift, propping you up with your face still pressed to the pillows. When you whimper he runs a soothing hand up and down your spine. 

“‘S okay, baby. Relax. Lemme take care ‘ve you.” 

Yes, yes, yes, you think. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted anything more. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you still when he feeds his dick into you, one inch at a time. You cry out, tearing at the sheets and begging for more, even when you already feel like you’re splitting in half. When he’s finally seated inside you he drapes himself over your back, brushing your hair over one shoulder to expose your neck. He leans in to lick you again, thrusting sharply the moment his tongue brushes your skin. You wail, pressing your face to the sheets and attempting to rock yourself back against him. One of his hands smooths over the flesh of your ass as he sets a pace, one that makes you bite down on a pillow to muffle your screams. 

“No.” Suguru uses that tone that makes you listen, that one that calls instinctively to the omega inside you, that urges you to please. He reaches for your pillow, tossing it aside and letting his hand curl around your throat as he continues to fuck you, letting his fingers feel the vibrations of every noise you make. “Let me hear you, baby. Always let me hear you.” 

You nod, eager to make him happy, eager to do as he says. You don’t dare restrain a single sound, eyes rolling back. The angle he has you at has your thighs trembling. He’s so deep, so close. You feel his heartbeat against your back, feel his tongue on your skin, his hand on your throat, his cock at your cervix.

When he groans, you groan with him, feeling his dick pulse inside you, his knot beginning to swell. You need it, need it so bad you can hardly stand it. 

“P-please, please, please–”

He swells inside you, locking your bodies together as his orgasm hits. It’s all you need to find your own. You wail into the mattress, cunt clenching and legs trembling until you collapse, flattening against the beg. Suguru follows you down, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering in your ear.

“Take it all, baby. Good girl. Take it all…” 

You nod, not even sure what you’re agreeing to. All you can feel is his cum flooding your insides, pulsing and pumping so deep into you that you swear your tummy is swelling with the sheer amount of it. Still, your body wants more, clenching and milking him for every last drop, just like he asked.

When you both come down from your orgasms he pulls you into his chest once again, whispering promises of protection and love that lull you into a trance-like state of happiness. When you fall asleep again, he’s chanting a word that your omega repeats right back to him. “Mine, mine, mine.”

When you wake again it’s to the sound of Geto staying true to his word and flushing every last birth control pill you have straight down the toilet. Your omega surges at the idea, but one mewl from you and he’s back in your arms, like you’re somehow the one in charge, not him. With every passing moment, you being to think that might be true- that perhaps a heat does not makes you as weak as you thought. Your alpha submits as much to you as you submit to him.

The week is spent in a frenzy. You do not measure by the numbers on the clock or where the sun is in the sky, rather you know time only as how long it’s been since Suguru’s been locked inside you. If it were up to you, you’d never stop, but Geto forces you to sleep, to eat, to bathe. Of course, he’s never far away when you’re following his instructions and you usually get a kiss and his knot as a reward for being such a good girl. 

It’s ten days later when your heat finally starts to wane. It feels as though every inch of you is covered in him. Bites, hickies, kisses, cum… no part of you has been left untouched. Suguru has had you everywhere. The bed, the shower, the bath, the kitchen. Every surface in the whole apartment reeks of sex and slick. He never keeps you too far from the bedroom, though, where you’ve piled up mountains of his shirts and sheets. Anything that smells like him, anything that can keep you tethered in those brief moments when Suguru goes to fetch you food or water or run you a bath. He takes care of you, just like he promised. 

When you wake completely clear-headed for the first time in well over a week, it’s to Suguru’s arms and lips. He’s got you all wrapped up in him, his arms locked around your waist almost like he expects you to bolt. You almost do when everything comes flooding back to you, this time with a completely clear conscience. But then he kisses your neck and whispers a delightful little, “welcome back, baby” against your neck and suddenly you’re realizing how… revitalized you feel, like a part of you has finally been properly satisfied after years of waiting. You’d always hated this, always hated the part of you that begged and cowered, hated heats- but maybe with Suguru… they really weren’t all that bad.

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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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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 from your cunt, 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 seep 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 again.

“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, breathy 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.”

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𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦? (series)

(synopsis…) 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 - 𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙺𝚂 𝚁𝙰𝙵𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽 ❝You're a hard man to love and I'm. A hard woman to keep track of. You like to rage, don't do that. You want your way, you make me so mad❞

○○○ Y/N Heyward is Pope Heyward's younger sister. Growing up, She was always surrounded by his friends, John B, JJ, and Kiara, who are like her extended family now, While her brother and his friends are known for their daring adventures, Despite her young age, she's wise beyond her years and often serves as a moral compass for her friends and family. She is also a bit shy and introverted, preferring to spend her time with close friends or curled up with a good book. Y/N has never felt the need to join in on their wild escapades (until now), preferring to support her brother and friends from the sidelines. This never diminished her love and loyalty to her family and friends, though. Her sweetness and innocence have always made her a beloved figure on the island.

○○○ Rafe first saw Y/N when it was a hot summer day, He was lounging by the his familes private dock, nursing a hangover. He spotted John B. coming in from a day of work on the Cameron's yacht. With him was a her, She was carrying a basket of freshly washed towels for the boat, her face flushed from the heat. Rafe found himself captivated by her innocence and purity, so different from the usual crowd he hung out with. He was drawn to her kindness and empathy, characteristics that were starkly absent in his own personality.

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𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘....

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!

○○○ Strong language, sexual/suggestive content, angst, violence, dubcon, underaged drinking, substance abuse, toxic relationship, age gap, verbal abuse, obsession and stalking.

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓!

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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐑!

○○○ I do not own Rafe Cameron or any of the OBX characters. I don't own the plot of this series since it follows the plot of outer banks.

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒!

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄!

○○○ Hi... So, you may have noticed that I have a new story brewing after you've been left to tenderly babysit the last one for a few months. You're probably thinking, "Really? Another one? Doesn't this author know the definition of 'focus'?"

But I don't so...

Stay tuned, and stay patient.