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kento comforts you when you're feeling down
contents: gn!reader, insecurities, pet names, this was written in like 30 mins so idk, 700 words, sfw
âkento?â you asked, resting your hands on your lap. from the other side of the couch, he turned, smiling softly, placing his thumbs between the pages of the book to save his spot. your head was buried in the cushion, and you stared at him, blinking slowly. âyou still love me, right?â
at first, he laughed, a small little sound that left his throat. then, when your face fell further, he cut himself off immediately, eyebrows drawing together tightly. âof course, i love you, sweetheart. i love you so much. why are you asking me?â
you shrugged, embarrassed, and looked away from him, at your hands locked together. âsometimes i just donât know why. it makes more sense that you wouldnât love me than that you do.â
a heavy frown drew on kentoâs face, and inched closer, reaching out. âwhat do you mean? did i do something that made you feel unloved? if i did, honey, iâm sorryââ
which only served to make you feel worse, because, most things werenât ever kentoâs fault. he was so patient and caring, the sweetest man youâd ever known. and you werenât sure that you deserved that kind of love at all.
âof course not, kento, youâre perfect.â
he smiled a bit, then, but that didnât erase the concern in his eyes. âiâm certainly anything but perfect.â his fingertips ran along the back of your own, softly. âtell me whatâs wrong, my love. i donât like seeing you upset.â
you sniffed, willing the tears away as you looked past him once more, unable to meet his gentle eyes. âitâs stupid.â
âdonât say that. nothing you feel is ever stupid.â
and when a tear fell down your cheek at the kind words, you wiped it away before kento could see it, scrubbing violently at your skin.
âiâm fine, kento.â
âyouâre not.â he paused, softened his voice. âitâs okay if you donât want to talk about it. i wonât make you. but donât keep it all bottled up just because you think youâre being silly. okay?â
you glanced over, blinked, stared at the way his smile was slightly tilted. the plumpness of his lips, the gentleness of his eyes. his soft, blond hair falling over his forehead, because it was sunday night, and he hadnât bothered to style it.
how dearly you loved him. youâd rather die than live a life without him.
a sob broke loose from you, and you covered your face with your hands, sniffling. âiâm sorry. iâm sorry.â
kento said nothing, but drew you closer, pulling you onto his lap. tears fell down your cheeks, and though you didnât want to look at him, he drew your lips to his own, the touch barely there, before he kissed across your cheeks, your forehead.
âwhy are you sorry?â
âi didnât mean to cry. iâm being so dumb. and sensitive.â
âhoney,â he sighed, stroking your cheeks, eyes almost pained from the sight of you so upset. âitâs okay. donât apologize for crying. i love you. i love you, i love you.â
you breathed deeply, trying not to cry harder, hating how difficult it was for you to accept him irrevocable affections, sometimes. âbut why? why would you choose me, kento? i donât think iâm an easy person to love. iâm so⊠boring, and average, and you are amazing in every way.â you squeezed his hand, still resting on your cheeks, and leaned into it.
kento stared, forehead wrinkling, before he pushed you down to his chest, holding you close. a long inhale breathed deep into his body. âyou arenât any of those things, you know? youâre so lovable. youâre beautiful, caring, intelligent. anything but boring. anything but average.â he ran his fingers up the knots of your spine. âperhaps, i was put on this earth to prove you otherwise.â
you gave him a sad little smile. âyou might be working on that for a while, ken.â
"that's okay." he laughed, soft, gently, enough to shake you against his chest before he kissed the top of your head. âthatâs what love is, isnât it? i'm not going to leave when things get tough.â
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pairing: alpha!geto x omega!fem!reader
summary: your doctor wonât refill your prescription until youâve reset your cycle. youâre desperate for that refill, but getoâs not having it.
content: MDNI (18+ ONLY), a/b/o dynamics, nsfw, dubcon? (reader doesnât want a heat but itâs 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 yâall figured out that i have a breeding kink yet⊠anyway, this is the first a/b/o fic that iâve 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
âNo.âÂ
No? You shift in your seat, cold and plastic, sure you must have heard him wrong.Â
âIâm sorry?â you ask. You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, an anxious habit.
âI canât refill the prescription. Iâm sorry, but, frankly, it would be completely irresponsible of me to do so. Iâm shocked your previous physician prescribed them for so long.â Fingers find yours and twine them together. Your eyes flash to Geto, but heâs only staring at your new doctor, staring with that furrow in his brow he only gets when heâs worried.
Your new, soon-to-be old, doctor sighs again, running a hand through his thinning white hair. âYou 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.âÂ
Sweat beads on your palms. He canât be serious. But itâs his first opinion. Surely thereâs another option.
âI-Iâm sorry, doctor. I donât think Iâm understanding.âÂ
Another glance at Geto reveals that heâs frowning now. When his eyes find yours you see the decision there, one heâs 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. âLet 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.â The doctor glances to Geto, then back to you. âGo home with your alpha and allow nature to take its course. Itâs whatâs best.âÂ
Your eyes widen with realizationâ you are not leaving this office with what you came for. Your heart pounds and your palms sweat. âTh-that canât happen, doctor. I need my suppressants. My job- I canât be out that long a-and Geto canât either, weââÂ
âWe will go home,â Geto interrupts, and his tone is final. âThank you, doctor, for the advice.âÂ
Geto pulls you to your feet, gently but firmly. He leaves no question about the fact that youâre 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?
âDoctor, you donât understââÂ
âThank you again,â 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 youâre not so eager to accept his chivalry.Â
âSuguru,â you bite out. His eyes meet yours, but they are surprisingly gentle. So calm. How is he always calm?Â
âJust get in, baby. Weâll talk about it in the car.â
You debate saying no, but you canât bring yourself to start a fight when heâs 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. Youâre already scrolling your phone, the search bar reading a simple and straightforward âdoctors offices near meâ. You scroll right past the first ten, for once in your life wanting a doctor thatâs a little sketchy. You scroll furtherâ still not sketchy enough. Someone whoâll give you the prescription you need, even if itâs 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?
âWhat are you doing?â 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. âGetting a second opinion,â you answer.Â
Suguru plucks the phone so swiftly from your fingers that you hardly even notice itâs gone. You see him end the call and slip it into his back pocket, out of your reach.Â
âHey!â You scramble across the center console, hopelessly grabbing at your lost phone, your last hope.Â
Suguru grabs your wrist, restraining you far too easily for your liking. âYouâre not getting it back,â he says. His eyes never leave the road.Â
Your brows pinch and anger boils in your stomach. âThis is not for you to decide. Itâs my body.â
He glances at you, unconcerned. Still calm. âAnd youâre not in a headspace to be making a responsible decision about it, so Iâm making it for you.â
Your jaw drops and you pry your wrist free of his grasp. You escape, but you know itâs only because he allows it. âI am of perfectly sound mind, thank you.âÂ
He shakes his head and sighs. âYouâre blinded by desperation.âÂ
âItâs still not for you to decide!â When you donât notice any change in his expression, you switch tacticsâ from anger to honesty. You let your face fall, let your true feelings creep through. âYou know how much I hate it, Su.âÂ
Finally, he cracks. Itâs instantaneous, the way he melts for you- the way the soft smile finds his lips and his hand finds yours, twining your fingers together. âI know, but you have to, baby. You heard the doctor.âÂ
You clench your jaw and avoid the sting of tears behind your eyes. You had heard the doctor, but you werenât ready. Maybe next month, when youâd had more time to mentally prepare.Â
Your skin crawled. You hated it, hated this. You hadnât 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 wasnât that you didnât trust Suguruâ 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.Â
For most of your life, youâd successfully hidden your omega status. With the help of suppressants, youâd passed as a beta until your early twenties. Then you met Geto.Â
Youâd met at work. He was cute, beautiful even, youâd thought, but he screamed alphaâ and alphas could be dangerous, especially for hiding, unclaimed omegas like you. Youâd 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 youâd been trapped in an elevator with him one morning, biting your lip anxiously as you waited to reach the twelfth floor. Heâd smelled so good that day, perhaps due to an oncoming rut. You hadnât been able to resist inching closer, taking deeper breaths. Suguru would later tell you that heâd 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 heâd needed to know exactly what you were, even with suppressants in your system.
Youâd dated for a little over a year, until youâd decided he was the one. Your fingers dust over the mate mark on your throat, the one that had not only made you undoubtedly Suguruâs, but also the one that had revealed to the world exactly what you were. There was no hiding your true identity with an alphaâs scarred mark on your neck.Â
Suguru had never seen you through a heatâ no one had. Youâd taken your suppressants daily, ever since you met him and even long before that. Heâd claimed you on a day like any other, no heat necessary. He hadnât 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 wellâ apparently with none of the nasty side effects that came along with your suppressants. Another unfair privilege of being an alpha you supposed.Â
âSugu, I canât do this.â Your lip is raw from how much youâve been chewing on it by the time you reach home.Â
Suguru softly shuts the door behind you, lifting your twined hands to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.Â
âYes you can. I know you can.âÂ
You shake your head. He doesnât understandâ doesnât know what this will do to you, how it will break you. While you hadnât 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. âI canât. Itâs-itâs-â Your hands come up to cover your face. You sigh and feel the blush crawling beneath your cheeks. âItâs embarrassing. Humiliating.âÂ
Thereâs silence for a moment, and then a soft sight. Suguru pries your hands from your face gently. When you meet his eyes, heâs all business.
âThereâs nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.âÂ
You shake your head and pull away, pacing. âI donât want anyone to see me like that, Sugu. Not even you.âÂ
Strong hands catch your waist, holding you still. âItâs not a question. Itâs happeningâ for the sake of your health.âÂ
You scoff and shake your head. âItâs notââÂ
His thumb presses to your lips with just enough pressure to demand silence. The omega in you coos to listen, to submitâ the other part of you reels with annoyance.
âEnd of discussion.âÂ
Heâs closer now and you can feel waves of his breath skating across your skin. Itâs 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 heâs doingâ using his dynamic to persuade you, to make you see his way, playing to the omega you can usually hide so carefully.
âSuguâŠâ you say. You intend to be angry but you trail off when his eyes catch yours.Â
âI got you, baby.â
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 heâs right, perhaps it's time you give in for once. Let him take care of you, your omega purrs. Youâre nodding before you realize what youâve 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 youâll both be out of work for a week on âfamilyâ 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 heâs out the door, off to get enough food and supplies to last a week. You wonât be leaving your apartment for some time. You don't fail to notice that he doesnât return your phone before heâs gone.
~
You donât notice a difference, even after the sun is gone. Itâs not surprising, considering you usually take your suppressants at nightâ itâll take a little while longer for them to fully exit your system⊠you hope. When youâre brushing your teeth you stare at the empty prescription bottle longingly.Â
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.Â
âFeel anything?â he asks.Â
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.Â
âSleep, baby.âÂ
For once, you follow orders without a fight.
â
Hot. Too hot.Â
When your eyes flutter open, you feel the pounding of your heart, the labor of your breath, and the growing ache between your legs.Â
You sit up so fast you see stars, panic flooding your veins. No, no, no, no, no. This was wrong, youâd made the wrong choice. You couldnât 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.
âDeep breaths, baby.âÂ
Only then do you realize Suguru is already awake. Heâs behind you, hands on your shoulders, both a comfort and a restraint.Â
âCanât-â Your breaths are ragged and so are your words. âCanât do this, Sugu-âÂ
âYes, you can.â He whispers. He pulls you closer, tighter against him. âYou will.âÂ
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. Heâs restraining himself, you realize. A glance down reveals heâs already painfully hard in his pants. You wonder how long heâs 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.Â
âIâve got you, baby,â he whispers. âIâve got you.âÂ
Your body pulls him closer, even as your mind pushes back. âMy phone, Sugu,â you panic. âGotta gimme my phone. C-call a new doctor.âÂ
He shakes his head and when you start to squirm he only holds you tighter, holds you in place.Â
âNo, baby.âÂ
You whimper, seeking the scent gland on his neck against your will. The smell makes your clit throb almost painfully.Â
âSugu, please,â you cry. Tears stream from your eyes, staining your loverâs skin.Â
ââS gonna be okay. Just let it happen. Donât fight it, love.âÂ
With each passing moment, you feel your fight slipping further and further away. Suguru rubs at the muscles in your back until youâre slumped against him, pitifully moaning like a wounded animal. Itâs not long before your body takes the reins, until you start desperately humping at his thigh, your clit throbbing almost painfully.Â
âThatâs it. Good girl.âÂ
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. Youâre burning, burning, burning. Itâs not until Suguru lays you down on your back that you see the sopping patch of slick youâve left on his thigh. You whimper at the sight.Â
ââS okay, baby. âVe got you.â
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. Heâs never been in the presence of a scent so intoxicating. Heâs 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.Â
âLove you so much, baby. Gonna take such good care of ya,â he whispers. Instinct drives him forward until heâs 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 youâve ever experienced. Itâs already so intense you can hardly think, and youâve only just begun.
âSugu,â you plead.Â
The sound of his name on your lips breaks him. His hand dips across your stomach, thumbing past the edge of your panties until heâs running his finger through your slit, gathering your slick and rubbing it against your clit.Â
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.Â
âGonna make you feel âs good, baby.â he hums. Heâs 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 youâre gasping, hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.Â
âS-SuguâŠâ 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 youâre 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. Thereâs a deep rumble in his chest that has you keening and reaching for him, needing him. He doesnât waste time. His tongue finds your neck, laving sloppily at your scent gland and the sensation is so delicious that you writhe beneath him.Â
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 canât wait. You canât. Your body is starved, rabid, and you know what you need.
âSsssugu⊠pleaseâŠâ your words are hardly above a whisper, barely a breath, but your alpha still hears you, still knows what you want, what you need.Â
âI got you, baby⊠shhhhhâŠâ He gives a final lick to your scent gland before heâs 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.Â
Warm hands slide up your skin and settle on your hips, tugging you a little further down the bed. You whimper, but donât 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 donât know, you donât care, all that matters is that the sight steals your breath away.Â
âGonna knot you good, princess.âÂ
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.Â
He slides in slowly. With every inch you think he must be done, that you canât take any more. But you can, and you do. When heâs 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.Â
âThatâs it. So good, baby. So fucking good.âÂ
Your tears flood over, racing down your cheeks. Heâs 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 youâre a fucking lollipop. His hips start thrusting in time with his licks, and itâs more than you can handle. Your thighs tremble and suddenly youâre 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 heâs rattling your skull. Heâs licking at your scent gland again, driving you further and further toward a cliff youâre afraid to fall from. You think this orgasm might shatter you, might break you so thoroughly youâll never be put back together again. You can feel it tightening at your core with each thrust, each lick, each kiss.Â
âFuck,â you hear him growl and whimper at the sound of his voice so close to your ear. ââM gonna bite you, princess. Gonna mark you up and knot you so good youâll see fucking stars.â 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. âTell me you didnât take your pill, baby. Tell me I can breed this pussy full and it wonât go to waste.â Heâs 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. ââM gonna flush âem down the fucking toilet. Never letting you take that shit again.â
The primal part of you surges forward at the idea. It chants deep in your mind. Yes, yes, yesâŠ
âSuguuu⊠pleaseâŠâ It seems like those are the only words your tongue can form.
His lips press to yours, shushing you. âShhh, baby. Donâ worry. I got you.â 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. Youâve never felt more ready for anything.Â
âSuguââÂ
And itâs 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. Itâs pure ecstasy. Suguruâs knot swells, notching tightly inside you and when you feel his cum pulsing into your womb itâs 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 youâve probably just melted into the mattress. But you havenât, and when your vision returns, youâre panting and staring at the ceiling.Â
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 heâs 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 youâre here and not at work, what youâre doing. Youâre puzzled by why youâd 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 youâll stay until his knot softens.Â
âSleep, princess,â 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 itâs not long before youâre lost to a world of comfortable darkness.Â
~
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.Â
You feel him between your legs, his hair fully loose now and tickling the insides of your thighs. Heâs eating you out, slurping up the cum thatâs leaking down your thighs and spitting it back onto your cunt. Itâs filthy, disgusting, and you love it.
âSuguââ 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, emptyâŠ
âSorry, baby,â he whispers against your skin. Heâs kissing his way up your body now, leaving little circles of spit that cool when they touch the air and make you shiver. ââY smelled so goodâŠâÂ
You whine and whimper, clawing at his back and leaving scratches you think might draw blood. Youâre too worried about getting him inside of you to check.
Youâre gasping like youâve never had a breath of air in your life, like youâve drowned and every touch he gives you fills your lungs with much-needed oxygen. His hands rub gently at your waist, but itâs not enough. You want him to wreck you, ruin you. You say as much.Â
âM-moreâŠâ 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.Â
ââS okay, baby. Relax. Lemme take care âve you.âÂ
Yes, yes, yes, you think. You donât think youâve 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 youâre splitting in half. When heâs 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.Â
âNo.â 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. âLet me hear you, baby. Always let me hear you.âÂ
You nod, eager to make him happy, eager to do as he says. You donât dare restrain a single sound, eyes rolling back. The angle he has you at has your thighs trembling. Heâs 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.Â
âP-please, please, pleaseââ
He swells inside you, locking your bodies together as his orgasm hits. Itâs 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.
âTake it all, baby. Good girl. Take it allâŠâÂ
You nod, not even sure what youâre 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, heâs chanting a word that your omega repeats right back to him. âMine, mine, mine.â
When you wake again itâs 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 heâs back in your arms, like youâre 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 itâs been since Suguruâs been locked inside you. If it were up to you, youâd never stop, but Geto forces you to sleep, to eat, to bathe. Of course, heâs never far away when youâre following his instructions and you usually get a kiss and his knot as a reward for being such a good girl.Â
Itâs 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 youâve 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.Â
When you wake completely clear-headed for the first time in well over a week, itâs to Suguruâs arms and lips. Heâs 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, âwelcome back, babyâ against your neck and suddenly youâre realizing how⊠revitalized you feel, like a part of you has finally been properly satisfied after years of waiting. Youâd always hated this, always hated the part of you that begged and cowered, hated heats- but maybe with Suguru⊠they really werenât all that bad.
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