#alpha!suguru

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Heatwave: Day 5

tw: explicit content, noncon/heavy dubcon. 4k+ words. Satoru/Reader/Suguru poly. afab!omega!reader, alpha!gojo, alpha!geto. yandere gojo and geto.

mind games, de-socialization/infantilization, caregiver/dependency kinks, piss kink, humiliation/control, captivity, stockholm syndrome, physical restraints, force-feeding (briefly), restricted bathroom access, suggestions of heat/breeding/pregnancy, reader has a panic attack.

Prompt: An omega is made to regularly piss themselves to show submission to the alpha(s) around them.

It’s for different reasons that Gojo and Geto force you to piss yourself during your captivity, but it always ends the same.

Laughter in your ears. A teasing joke – kinder, if it was from Geto – and perhaps they force you to sit there, soaked, for a few minutes until they tire of taunting you and carry you to the bathroom to wash it off.

They never leave you in there unsupervised, so it’s not like you’re ever relieving yourself without either of them present, as awful as the thought is.

That had happened only a couple times, early on.

Gojo had snapped that if you wanted to be left alone so badly, then he’d do it, even as Geto frowned in disapproval.

He’d continued to deliver you meals but otherwise went along with Gojo’s plan… even though you were chained to the bed, unable to so much as go to the bathroom on your own volition.

It was in part due to your own pride that you didn’t ask one of them to help you. You held it as long as you could – surely Geto would have to know.

He’d even asked if you needed anything one day in, and you were just about to ask him to take you to the bathroom when someone – Gojo, presumably – dragged him away.

Then you’d been left in the humiliating position of being forced to soil yourself. Literally, there’d been nothing else you could do.  

Afterwards, you’d gone on something of a hunger strike. Couldn’t have your bodily functions and sanitary conditions held hostage if you didn’t eat or drink, right?

You would have been proud of how long you lasted, were it not for how it ended.

It was hard – very hard – to keep on declining food after Gojo started to get desperate, realizing that you really were starving yourself.

He started bringing you offerings of all the best food and drink you could think of. Tempting you with a picnic on the balcony, what would’ve been the first fresh air you’d gotten since they kidnapped you.

That might have been his rut coming on, which would explain his shitty attitude. Being possessive over Geto, over you.

Wanting to provide for you, feed you, growing utterly distraught that you refused to eat the food he presented. Going through a thousand options to please you, like you were his mate.

He was scary. Gojo had always been scary, so upfront and outright with his desires, so unwilling to ever hold anything back.

And it pleased you, somewhere in the dark part of your heart, to make your displeasure – your rejection – so plainly known to the alpha before you.

Later you'd realize that Geto was the scary one. He’d come in one last time, made a final offering and a strict but firm warning.

You turned him down again and he’d returned with a cloth soaked in chloroform.

When you woke up, it was to a tube down your throat and your arms and legs strapped down.

Geto waiting patiently at your bedside for you to wake up, shushing you as you struggled and tried to choke it out, holding your head down gently so you didn’t hurt yourself.

He cooed that you were just so helpless, you couldn’t take care of yourself, couldn’t even eat without being made to, so you absolutely needed to be taken care of.

Couldn’t you see? This was for your own good. You were literally starving yourself, and for what?

Geto reeked of alpha pheromones, which was worse. While Gojo had been inconsolable, seeking your approval and acceptance, Geto’s scent was all delight and satisfaction at having given you what you needed.

Your alpha who knew what was best for you, better than you did yourself, and he was easily able to wrestle his stubborn little omega into submission.

It hadn’t been all his patronizing rambling and smug proclamations.

It had been the fact that you were physically incapable of talking back, telling him he was wrong, telling him you were starving yourself because they did shit like this and you didn’t want to fucking LIVE LIKE THIS –

The fury had choked you, leaving you coughing around the tube for Geto to fuss over you some more, inordinately pleased with the situation.

He’d left you with the tube for two days. You’re sure he would have done it longer, would have left you miserable and uncomfortable like that, forced you to soil the special bed padding made for elderly patients, forced you to endure even more sponge baths like you were an actual invalid.

But Satoru whined about how lame it was to have to change and clean and check your tubes instead of sharing a nice meal together, how boring it was that he couldn’t speak with you, that you’d definitely learned your lesson now, right? Right?

You weren’t even embarrassed to nod as they both stared at you. Look me in the eyes, darling. You wouldn’t put us through that again, right?

Put THEM through it. Like you weren’t the one starving, locked in a room, treated like an actual fucking animal for not wanting to be cozy with your captors.

It’s worse because it plays into your instincts. That’s why they have these expectations, why they go along with all these insane things.

At first you’d been angry, as reluctant as any abductee would be, but the longer you were exposed to their scents, the more you grew accustomed to them.

The more they tried to take care of you, the more you wanted to let them. Two beautiful, strong, lovely alphas who wanted so badly to be good to you, isn’t that what any omega would want?

They knew it, too. That was the worst part.

Your heat was coming up, the first since they’d taken you away, and you weren’t proud or delusional enough to think you’d make it even a day without begging one of them to knot you. If Geto wanted to hold out, you knew Gojo would give in, all you had to do was whine for him.

It fucking stung, the fact that you’d already thought about it so thoroughly. It stung to know their plan was working, that you knew and expected yourself to fuck them during your heat, even as sexual encounters with them became more and more commonplace.

None of them were really consensual, but you weren’t confident calling them rape, either.

Not when they always did stop when you’d asked them to, even once or twice when you’d wanted it bad so so fucking bad.

Pheromones hot and sticky in the air, the scent of pleasure and desire tugging you in. Making everything perfect and right and safe with your alpha for just a few precious moments.

Just by his scent, you knew the alpha was just on the cusp; it was the most arousing thing you’d ever felt in your fucking life and everything inside you screamed to make them cum and give you more of those comforting, arousing, pleasurable pheromones… and you’d told him to stop anyways.

Just to prove that you didn’t actually have any power, this was all because of them. They were in control and they’d fuck you whether or not you wanted them to.

But they did stop.

Even when Geto’s impeccable self-control was in tatters, even when Gojo had gone feral with need fucking you hard; if you told them to stop, they would.

If you told them to get off you, they did. If you said not to touch, then they wouldn’t. At least, not for sexual purposes.

It didn’t stop either one from jerking themselves to completion in front of you; your alpha moaning and whining with a flushed face as he locked eyes with you.

What a tease, Geto would say, Needy little omega wants me to put on a show?

Gojo was no better, Fuck, babe, you kill me, you really do… but what my omega wants, my omega’s gonna get.

Utterly unfazed by rejection, by denial. It wouldn’t even stop him from cumming, from finding release as he gazed at you. The scent of his arousal was more than enough to keep you hot and wanting, hand moving to rub yourself without your permission at the sight.

Sometimes the other one would come and help your partner out, drawn in by the heated noises and obvious arousal thick in the surroundings. Eager to assist with a warm hand or a wet mouth, even locking eyes with you while he did it.

Something dark and possessive flaring inside you at the sight of the alpha that had been inside you seconds ago brought to completion by another. 

Something almost worse filling your core with heat at the sight of your alpha being ravished, and another alpha your alpha fluttering his lashes at you as if to say don’t you want to be next? Next to cum, next to us? Inside us, around us, a part of us, like we’re entwined now?

Insane. Insane insane insane they’re driving you insane with this behavior. This façade of care and consideration.

Like you’re really lovers except for how you’re not allowed to choose what room you want to be in at any given time.

You can’t go to the restroom without permission. Can’t eat except for what they feed you. Can’t pick what show to watch, can’t go on the internet, can’t read a book or do anything to entertain yourself without their say-so.

They’ve arranged it somehow so that one of them is always with you. Even your bedtime – in the king-sized bed in the main room of the penthouse – is determined by them. No doubt they schedule it intentionally, so that if they both need to be gone, you’ll be asleep.

You can’t choose anything for yourself, but that’s not an omega’s place. Your alphas will present you with everything you need or want. It’s their duty to know you well enough to keep you satisfied always.

And when you do need to make a choice, when you need that element of control, they’ll give you the options to pick from, so you don’t get too overwhelmed.

Fucking archaic. No one thought that way about omegas anymore. No one treated omegas – anyone ­– like that anymore.

Nobody but Gojo and Geto, the only alphas in the world with both the power and the perceptiveness to provide so perfectly and so thoroughly.

But even those little moments where they offer you some choice, something they’ll actually follow through with, where your opinion truly counts – even that is just the illusion of power. They decide what to give you, when to give it to you.

And they do what they want, ultimately, hence the current situation. They like to make you drink, bring you glasses of water throughout the day for you to finish, “keep you hydrated”, and it’s laughably transparent what it’s in the service of.

But what can you do? They’ve proven they’re not afraid to force things down your throat. This is infinitely more comfortable than the alternative.

Sometimes if you complain enough they’ll bring you something other than water. Once or twice, Geto would let you pick – “Apple juice or orange, darling? You can always still have water, if it’s too hard to choose.” – and to your utter despair, you felt grateful.

Gojo, you think, genuinely gets off on the scent of your piss.

He’s a bit of a freak, though you’d known that from the beginning. Prone to nuzzling into the scent glands on the side of your neck while he took you from behind against some surface.

Inevitably, he pressed you into it, hard enough to pressure your lower abdomen. Between the pressure of his cock filling you entirely, and the press from outside your body as he fucked you against it, all you could do was whimper.

“S-Satoru,” He’s nicer when you call him by his first name, “Satoru, please, please, I – I have to go – ”

Another thrust, hot, heavy, harder than the rest you think, a grin you can hear, teeth against your ear, “I’ve got you, baby.”

“Eugh – please Satoru I can’t hold it – ”

“If you gotta go, baby, go,” He purrs into your ear, “Just follow your instincts. You can do that, right? Just let go.”

His words make it all the harder to hold back, the innate desire to please an alpha surging through you as your release approaches.

And you’re close, too, about to cum even as you can feel the urge to pee swelling with it. It’s gross, it feels awkward, but you just want it to be over –

“Aww, little omega needs some help? Let alpha help you along~”

Fingers trace over your clit and you squeak, Gojo just laughs while he rubs tighter against you, bringing you all the way over the edge. You cum with a cry, a shudder, clinging to him at your involuntary, humiliating release.

“That’s it, there you go, baby,” He pants, deep breaths as he thrusts his own release into you, “Piss all over my cock. Mark your territory. I can smell you.”

Heat shoots up your body, your cheeks. A sigh of relief as your bladder empties itself. Burning shame. It roils, churns; your thighs feel sticky with more than just cum.

You quiver, burying your head in his neck to avoid the smell. Gojo’s scent is sweet with delight as he rides you through the aftershocks.

He strokes your back while he coos, “There you go, wasn't that nice, baby? Didn't that feel good? Don’t worry, just leave the rest to your alpha.”

He made you do this. But it’s no use getting angry, tensing up or doing anything, really. Your omega instincts are telling you to give in, go limp and obedient and he’ll take care of you.

And you do. It’s either that or soak in your own piss. Gojo’s breaths are deep and he hardens inside you at the scent in the air, and all you can do is whimper.

You don’t complain when he fucks you again in slow strokes to avoid overstimulating you. When he gets fully hard again, you’re starting to clench against your will, and he starts pressing into your clit again in short circles.

His fingers are wet, warm, and it’s not long before he brings you to another peak, warbling high, soft noises while he purrs in satisfaction.

You try not to think about the mess on the inside of your thighs, on his cock. Gojo brings his finger from your clit to his mouth. Blue eyes boring into yours, grinning, while he licks it clean.

So you wait a little while before you whine at Gojo, “Bath,” leveraging the alpha’s need to coddle you.

It usually works. You’re usually only made to sit in your disgust for a few moments of hot, sticky, uncomfortable pleasure before he scoops you up and takes you to the bathroom.

You have a surprisingly thorough skincare routine. Geto likes routines, you think, and Gojo likes sweet-smelling soaps and lotions, and they both like pampering you.

Pretending that you’re their sweet little omega girlfriend they spoil rotten instead of a prisoner who can’t leave.

It could almost be nice. Gojo’s large form in the tub beside you as he carefully scrubs you clean, massages his favorite fruit scented shampoo into your hair.

Grooming you with a diligence that you wouldn’t expect from him, all soft hands and gentle circles. Rinsing everything out.

Your tongue darts out over your lips, purely reflexive, as he cleans you up. For his part, Gojo doesn’t even try to resist the desire to lick over your scent glands when he towels you dry.

You smell like him, after. It makes him hard, but it’s easy to make Gojo hard, like that’s his default state whenever you’re around.

Your bare neck does things to him, you think. It’s stranger that smelling Gojo on you makes Geto hard, when he comes in to make sure he's following your routine correctly.

Gojo kisses at the corner of your mouth before he pops out the cleanser. You sit down obediently for him as Geto walks in, like he can tell you’re going to be put to bed soon.

They fuss in unison; Geto wants a leave-in conditioner for your hair, Gojo thinks that’ll weigh it down. Taking turns massaging your face, your hands, with one product or another. You feel like a doll sitting there – they certainly treat you like one.

Neither of them ask for your input on anything. Gojo styles your hair as he likes, using the hair dryer on you. The one time he hadn’t, Geto threw a fit, saying you could catch a cold.

It feels nice. Hands running through your hair, brushing it. You could almost catch yourself purring. And then Geto will mention a trim, of Gojo will suggest some styling, and you’ll remember with frigid clarity that it’s not really your hair anymore. Just the hair on their pretty little omega doll.  

Frighteningly, the thought makes you wet, sometimes. Sometimes you think you’re conditioned to get wet when you feel helpless, because that’s the only useful thing you can do. Get wet enough to make one of your alphas purr and kiss and fuck you into blissful comfort.

Gojo thinks it’s cute, thinks it’s darling, he’ll usually give in to you right away.

Geto actively tries to make you feel helpless. You think that’s what it is, when he makes you piss yourself, that’s what he gets off on. Making you drink more and more, knowing you can’t really refuse. Asking you to hold it just a little longer.

“Come now, we don’t want to make a mess, do we? Just another minute, little omega.” Geto likes it when you make a mess.

Or rather, he likes when you need him to clean you up. When you need him, in general.

“Needy little thing.” He sits you on his lap. The arm wrapped around your waist pressing against your abdomen. “One more minute, love, then we’ll head to the bathroom.”

He doesn’t encourage you like Gojo, but he wants the same thing. You’re not sure which one you hate more. He’s only pretending to fix your hair. Gojo and him are the only ones who see it. It’s not remotely critical, not like your bodily needs –

But you don’t get to decide what’s important. Geto does, and he says you stay here, even when you desperately, desperately need to go.

“Suguru,” You whimper, squirming. You just want it to be over. “Suguruuuu.”

No pretense, anymore. His hand that isn’t constricting your middle darts down between your legs. Rubs your clit over your underwear.

Rock hard. You can smell the arousal on him. But Geto’s worse than Gojo, because Geto doesn’t always care about getting off. Sometimes he’s happy just to finger you. Sometimes he either jerks himself or gets Gojo to get him off. Sometimes he’ll eat you out for hours, claiming you were too fussy, and if he puts his dick in you, you’re not awake for it.

The scent of his arousal has you dripping quickly, it’s not even worth it to stave it off. The best you can do is get him to do it faster, and even that’s not really up to you.

The pleasure comes beneath his fingertips, but it’s sharp, tapered by friction, and he keeps a steady pressure around your abdomen that has the pressure building in your bladder. It’s a painfully familiar feeling.

“Hold it.” He commands, your alpha, and you do, you really do. You don’t want to piss yourself, but you know he does, and he’s just fucking toying with you while he gets you there. “Hold.”

It’s hard, hard, pulling against the tide, fighting the promise of release that swells beneath his touch. You can’t do it long. Full to bursting.

“There you go, just a little more.” He finally drags his fingers beneath your panties. You’re ready to start crying. “So wet. You don’t want to make a mess, do you? Just wait a little longer.”

Lying lying he’s lying and the thought makes it so much harder to control but you don’t WANT to. You don’t!

You really do cry, a sob that catches in your throat when he dips a finger into you and you feel a dam begin to swell against the increased stimulation.

“What a good omega,” He purrs, like he’s noticing your discomfort and trying to relieve you, instead of enjoying it, “Hold it. Hold it.”

Another finger in. So full, you’re so full, it’s like his cock is inside you, there’s so much that it hurts, you just want to let go. He starts rubbing faster against your clit, a sweet friction that you have to fight not to buck into, muscles spasming, control faltering.

“Suguru,” Reduced to pitiful mewls. Just how he likes you.

“Hold it.” He says, and he knows, he fucking knows, he must know –

Fingers darting deep inside you, arm clenching violently against your lower half. Squeezing, squeezing, so hard, all while he pinches tightly at your clit. White hot pleasure pours through you, heady, flooding, and all you know is relief.

“Oh,” He says, like he’s surprised, even though you can feel his smile widen against your neck, “Oh, poor little omega. Had an accident, have you? It’s all right. It’s okay.” He prods tenderly at your clit, nursing you through it.

“I know how it is. You can’t help it, can you, baby?” He kisses against your neck from the left. “Poor thing. Don’t worry. Your alpha will take care of it. It’s only natural, silly little thing like you, you just couldn't help yourself.”

It’s a constant refrain they both like to repeat. Not to be ashamed of your instincts, your body, your needs.

You know why. To your great misfortune, you were born an omega, and so once you go into heat you’ll be struck with the insatiable desire for their knots, and it’s in their best interest for you not to resist that.

The less you resist, the better the chances their claiming bites will stick. Gojo already loves to chew at the glands on your neck – you think he’s even ‘called’ the right side, gnawing at there lazily while Geto is in the room.

For Gojo, it’s just dirty talk, but Geto likes to lecture you. There’s no one in your tiny world who has any level of disgust for your bodily functions.

They’ve seen it all, seen you helpless, sick, all kinds of messy, and they loved you, loved taking care of you. It was an honor for them to see you so vulnerable, an honor only your alphas deserved.

Sometimes he calls it desensitization training, like there’s a purpose to making you piss yourself besides getting high on control and making you humiliate yourself into submission to their whims.

But you do think there’s more to that for Geto.

If they had their way, you’d be a complete degenerate, an invalid, helpless by choice and totally disinterested in changing that.

A spoiled, mewling omega just a few steps away from ferality. They already don’t let you do much on your own, attending to even the simplest things all by themselves.

Knowing only to whine for your alphas to entertain you, provide for you, comfort you, because that’s all you ever needed to do. Utterly incapable of functioning in normal society, and unable to see anything wrong with that.

It’s coming. Soon. You know it is, and you’re sure they do, too. Geto in particular probably knows your body better than you do; probably tracks your hormones and cycles, may even be feeding you suppressants or stimulants.

You can only pray he’s bothered to give you contraceptives, too. Gojo’s a lost cause, he’s probably chomping at the bit to put a baby in you, but Geto would at least be concerned with the implications.

They’d chained you to the bed and locked you up for a couple days alone but they couldn’t leave you alone if you were pregnant. Their instincts just wouldn’t permit it.

Thinking about it makes you shake, uncontrollably. In your shared bed, in their arms, even with their voices cooing in your ear and their purrs and cuddles desperately soothing you.

Your heart trembles. Your heat is coming, it’s coming, and after that you could get pregnant.

They couldn’t leave you alone if you were pregnant. No alpha would ever be able to tear themselves away.

Alone, alone, locked in that tiny room. Chained up. You couldn’t even relieve yourself. Stuck in your own filth, abandoned by your alphas, the ones who were supposed to love you, protect you, provide for you.

They couldn’t, they wouldn’t. No alpha could abandon their omega. But they had once. They had once. They do whatever they want with you, no matter how much you hate it.

You tell yourself desperately you don’t want to be bred, and even you can’t tell if you mean it, excuses flashing back and forth in your mind.

What if they got you pregnant and decided you didn’t deserve their company? Decided you weren’t grateful enough for the calming presence of an alpha during your most vulnerable time? What if they thought you’d look cute, all pregnant and desperate and crying for them?

There’s no fix for this, nothing you can do about it, they’ve taught you that you can’t control anything in your life anymore.

Realization after realization crashes down, each little thing, can’t stop them from leaving, can’t stop them from breeding you, can’t stop them from fucking you in your heat, can’t do anything can’t you can’t you can’t –

They’re going to leave you. You’ll be heavy with child, longing for comfort and affection.

They’re going to make you need them. They’re going to make you weak in the worst possible way. They’re going to use it to hurt you.

Jerking, sniffling. Someone comes closer – it’s warm, paler, probably Gojo – but the shivering just gets worse.

Come closer, leave you alone. They’ll do whatever they want to do. You’ll just have to accept it.

They’re going to leave. Leave you alone. All alone. All by yourself. Locked up, in chains, unable to do anything. They made you need them and they’re going to leave –

Wetness pools in your eyes, and you blink it away without really trying, without noticing so much how the tears roll down your cheek.

The numb terror overwhelms everything. Cold, it’s cold, and somehow so hot. Your heart is trying to bolt out of your chest.

A name you distantly recognize as yours rings in your ears, but you don’t notice, don’t understand.

You’re too busy trying to breathe through all your panting, all the adrenaline rushing through you with the panic.

You feel helpless, completely helpless. Pinned between the two of them.

Larger, stronger, alphas who can subdue your resistance just by existing, emitting pheromones that send you into dizzy complacence or heady lust.

Alone. Alone, alone, they’re here now but it’s not because you want them they don’t care what you want they do what they want you can’t have anything can’t do anything you can’t you can’t you can’t.

The thoughts coil endlessly through your mind, spinning, spinning, spinning in place. A hand rubs against your back, a desperate purr in the distance.

Background noise. You're alone, trapped in your head, trapped with thoughts that won't stop coming.

Spiraling despair that just goes deeper and deeper, new fears unearthed with every thought.

You feel like throwing up.

Would they feel like cleaning you up? You’d be at their mercy, caked in your own vomit.

You feel like you’re dying.

Mabe you are. Maybe this is how they kill you, from the inside out.

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I updated my fic if anyone's interested uwu

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Werewolf // Cinna’s Monstertober Writing Challenge

Tags: Werewolf!Geto x Fem!Reader, Alpha!Geto x Omega!Reader, A/B/O mechanics, marking, scenting, nesting, fated mates, description of violence including murder, NSFW, MDNI

Synopsis: Suguru knew you were his before you even presented as an omega, but the pack elders did not take too kindly to him marking you at such a young age. He kills anyone who gets in his way to you.

An: If you don’t like a/b/o or omegaverse, skip this one :3. If you’re a freak like me, enjoy! Also, this was my first time making my own banner in Canva.. what are we thinking?? I am also so sorry that this one is so late.

“Satoru… I’m going to kill them. I’m going to murder them all. I can’t do this anymore. She needs me.”

Let’s rewind, shall we?

Living in a small pack has its perks. Everyone is protective over one another and will always offer to help no matter what. Pack relations are strongest when the pack is smaller, and the pack is more likely to survive.

There are, of course, some cons as well. Everyone knows your business, and everyone wants a say in how you live your life.

For the longest you can remember, Suguru has been by your side. You two would spend a lot of time down at the creek together as kids. You two practically learned everything together: how to hunt, fish, trap, and forage.

He was your insistent shadow, and the pack elders thought it was adorable when you two were younger. He would without fail abandon the other small children to always go hang out with you. The two of you were like little partners in crime together.

Though their adoration turned to concern when Suguru never quite left your side. In fact, it was getting worse as he grew older. By the time he turned 13, He was abandoning hunting trips early to come home to you. He’d sneak out of his tent to go to yours late at night. Your parents would have to kick him out every morning, chastising both of you.

Though, the straw that broke the camel’s back wasn’t simple sleepovers and abandoned hunting trips. It was when he presented as an alpha. Everyone knew he would with how physically gifted he was as a young teen. He was also too damn protective for his own good, going as far as to breaking another kid’s nose for simply grabbing your wrist.

You were only a few months younger than Suguru, but you hadn’t presented yet. When he presented first, your parents forbade him from sleeping over. They were just trying their best to protect you. You two were “too old” and “not old enough” at the same time to be sleeping together.

Suguru, given that he now had the talk from his parents, knew what your parents were suggesting, but he hated it. He didn’t understand how your parents could think so lowly of him overnight just from presenting.

He lasted three nights. Three whole nights of not snuggling against you, not smelling your hair while you two drifted off to sleep, not hearing your soft snores in the dead of night. It was three sleepless nights.

Suguru always had an inkling that you were his. It was a rather strange feeling of possession, like he shouldn’t have to listen to your parents’ rules because you weren’t theirs. You were his.

His frustration only heightened when the pack started to impose longer hunting trips on him. Shorter hunting trips were reserved for those who hadn’t presented and mated alphas. Since they were mated, they couldn’t be away from their mate for too long; thus, getting the smaller trips.

All these things led him to the conclusion: you’re his mate, and he needed to mark you to prove it.

After a particularly taxing hunting trip, Suguru’s eyes filtered through the camp. Everyone was as painfully jovial as usual: sitting around doing absolutely fuck all. His eyes landed on you, and he could feel the tension melting away from him almost instantaneously. You were in charge of looking after the small children, even though you yourself were still a child.

His feet stomped over toward you without a second thought, and his hand wrapped around your arm tightly, pulling you along behind him.

“Ah- Sugu. Where are we going? I’m working-!” You shout as he continues to drag you along silently. “Sugu- The kids…” You murmur as the two of you head further into the forest.

“They’ll be fine for a few minutes.” He responded calmly before he glanced behind him. The camp was far enough away now. No one would be able to see the two of you unless they were specifically looking for you.

“What are we doing, Sugu?” You asked with a small nervous smile. You had started to have to look up at him these days. It was as if he was growing taller overnight. No longer just a boy.

He also started to stink — well, it wasn’t like a smelly smell, but it was unfamiliar. Your parents had explained pheromones. You didn’t particularly like them since you hadn’t presented yet.

“I need you to sit still, and don’t scream.” He instructed before he dipped his head between your shoulder and jaw. He experimentally sniffed at your neck — completely scentless. The only smell coming from you was your strawberry shampoo that he had grown accustomed to.

“Why would I-“ His large hand covered your mouth before you could get out another word, and he opened his mouth before clamping down on your neck. His K9’s punctured your skin, allowing for blood to trickle down your skin.

A pained cry fled your mouth, but it was muffled by his hand. Suguru felt his heart begin to race. It was happening. You were finally officially his. No one could tell him otherwise — not even your silly parents.

He calmly reassured you that you were okay while you softly wept. Your hand covered the bloody mark on your neck. He was just marking you. You know, like it was no big deal.

After sweetly kissing your tears away, he proudly walked you back to camp once you had calmed down from crying, satisfied with himself. Your hands were laced together like true mates.

The first to immediately notice was Satoru, another alpha who was barely a year older than Suguru. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of your marked neck.

“Suguru, what did you do?” He asks like a mother scolding her son. Usually, this was the other way around. Satoru would’ve never expected Suguru to do something as reckless as this.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Satoru. I just marked her.” He shrugs nonchalantly, still so proud of himself.

“You don’t understand. She hasn’t presented. This isn’t good. We need to-“

Your face was flushed a bright red, and Satoru could see your breath becoming more and more labored with each passing second. He frantically looked around, trying to think of what to do. Suguru probably didn’t even know that he just inadvertently forced your body to present. Having been marked, your body was now plummeting itself into a heat.

Suguru could feel you gently tugging on his hand, trying to get his attention. When he looked back at you, his eyes widened. He could tell what your body was going through, but he was just a boy. He didn’t know how to handle it.

“What are you three up to? Why aren’t the children being tended to-“ A clan elder asked after seeing the small children running around without you to watch them. His eyes landed on you, and he immediately tensed up at the scene. “What- How… Geto.”

*** *** ***

“He’s just a boy!” Suguru’s mom pleaded with tears in her eyes. Her hands clasped the young boy’s shoulders. “He has a whole life ahead of him! Don’t do this to him.”

“You’re right. He is just a boy, so it was your responsibility to teach him about these things.” A pack elder spoke.

“He’s an alpha. Even if they taught him those things, he would’ve acted on his own volition anyways.” Another spoke.

“Who even allowed him to be around her? He was suppose to be on a hunting trip, no?”

“We got back early. It was my responsibility, but we were carrying back a large buck. My mind was preoccupied. I accept full responsibility for his actions.”

“You can’t take on the full burden of responsibility. Geto is old enough to know right from wrong, and he chose the wrong path. He took that girl in the woods and marked her before she even presented as an omega.” The pack leader spoke.

Suguru stood completely motionless in front of his parents. He stayed looking down at the ground. While they argued over his future in the pack, his mind was stuck on you. They had ripped you away from him the second that the pack elder had realized that your body was in heat. He wondered if you were being taken care of okay. He wondered if you missed him as much as he missed you already. He wondered if he’d get to see you again.

“He’s done so much for this pack at such a young age. Please.. Don’t do this to him. He has his whole life ahead of him.” His mother pleaded once again. “We’ll keep a closer eye on him. We’ll do whatever it takes.”

“What about my daughter’s life?” Your dad finally spoke up after being silent for far too long. “That bastard tainted her. She could’ve presented as anything: alpha, beta, or omega, but no, he forced biology upon her with a godforsaken mark. He should be shunned from the pack.”

“He can’t be allowed to be in the same space as her. He’s already proven that he can’t be trusted. The last thing we need is for a young omega to fall pregnant because an alpha doesn’t know restraint.”

“Don’t you two have family anywhere she can stay with… just until she’s a bit older? The mark might fade after they’ve been separated for a while.” Another pack elder spoke up to your parents.

“You’re seriously removing our daughter instead of the problem child? That’s fucking rich. So, what will happen when he marks another omega far too early, huh?” Your dad argued, clenching his jaw.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Suguru finally spoke up, looking your dad in the eye. A stare off between the two ensued.

“If this is how this pack operates, fine. I don’t want her in here if we protect alphas simply due to their gender instead of the innocent.” Your dad finally grit out before stomping away from the meeting.

It took three full grown alphas and Satoru to hold Suguru back while you were leaving. They wouldn’t even allow him to say goodbye to you, not even when you cried out his name. Not even when you begged, pleaded, asked why.

*** *** ***

Suguru was never quite the same after you and your family left. It had been years. He was just a boy when they took you. Now, he’s a twenty year old brooding alpha. He was aloof towards everyone, and he only confided in Satoru. His friend seemed to he the only one who understood that he wasn’t trying to hurt you. He didn’t know that his mark would cause a great deal of stress on your body, and had he known, he wouldn’t have done it.

The rest of the pack looked at him with reserved disdain. He was a stain upon their community. Your parents were well liked in the pack, and he was the reason they weren’t there anymore.

Words kept getting tossed around, and the pack members who weren’t there for the meeting were terribly misinformed. As the rumors spread, the story became more and more horrid. They painted him out to be a monster who held you down while you begged him not to and bit your neck forcibly.

Suguru never tried to correct the stories. He had nothing to prove to these people, the people that sent you away from him. They could all think of him as a monster, especially if it meant they stayed the hell away from him.

The only thing that kept Geto from expulsion from the pack was his innate ability to hunt. His beast from was truly that of an apex predator. He went on extravagant hunting trips often, and he kept the pack fed on wonderful meats.

He looked for you, his mate, on every hunting trip. He tried to remember the faint smell that started to emit from you when your body went into heat. He looked for every sign of you.

He knew the mate bond was still strong because he could feel everything through it. He hated when you felt sad. He knew you experienced some sort of nightmares without him there to care for you while you slept. Your happiness made him feel bittersweet. He wanted you to be happy, but the thought of you being happy without him made him sick.

Your heats were the worst. Suguru would sulk in his tent in a state of horny depression. He should be taking care of you, tending to your body and every desire you had. He should be helping you nest and kissing every spot on your body while cooing praises to you.

Instead, he’s laying in his own sweat and cum, too much of a sad sack of shit to make himself go get cleaned up. His tent stunk of potent pheromones. Your heats, even while being so far away, managed to throw him into a rut each time.

He could feel your dissatisfaction. You were pining for him to come help you. It was as if you were screaming down the mate bond for him to come save you. He missed you so damn bad that he started to hate the smell of strawberries. They smelled too much of you and reminded him of what he couldn’t have

He knew that the elders still kept in touch with your parents. They were high ranking leaders in the community after all. They knew where you were, and they still opted to keep you away from him.

You and him were suffering because of the fucking elders. They caused all of this. If they would’ve kept their fucking noses out of y’all’s business, none of this would be happening.

“Satoru… I’m going to kill them. I’m going to murder them all. I can’t do this anymore. She needs me.” Suguru was practically crying for help. He was sat in his tent, holding his head in shame. His arms and legs were practically trembling.

The homicidal thoughts started when you left. It was sneaky at first, but they only got worse over time. His friend was the only one who knew about them. He knew how badly Geto craved to end their lives.

“Let me talk to them. They might listen to me.” Satoru spoke calmly as he gazed as his heartbroken best friend. The tent was heavy with the scent of alpha rut and distress. He could tell Suguru was really going through it right now.

*** *** ***

Suguru’s beast form was nothing short of a monster. He was the strongest, right next to Satoru.

His black fur was matted with blood as he pawed at the remains of the pack leader. Satoru had tried to talk to them, but they instantly shut him down. Then, to make matters worse, they sent him away on a hunting trip that same day.

Without Satoru there to keep the thoughts at bay, Suguru literally couldn’t help himself. The beast shifted before he could even do anything about it, and he was instantly blood hungry.

Tears coated his face as he shifted back to his human form. Killing the elders didn’t even help soothe him. He just wanted his fucking mate for christ’s sake. He sat on the floor in a scatter of papers from where the two beasts had fought valiantly.

Nothing could replicate the feeling of emptiness that filled him in that moment. His best friend wasn't there. His mate had been gone for oh so long. The pack leaders were now all deceased. When tomorrow morning rolled around, he'd likely be ostracized from his pack for the murders.

He laid his head back against the wall with his hands covering his face. He just wanted to see Satoru one last time before he was expelled and shunned. He wanted to apologize and thank Gojo for sticking by him for all these years.

At some point, the sleep deprivation got to Geto, causing for him to fall asleep naked in the massacre that was the pack leader's tent. Nightmares of slaughter plagued his dreams. Your face haunted him. He wondered what could've been had he known better than to mark you at an early age.

It felt so real, that he swore he heard your voice, though it was different in his dream. Your voice wasn't as squeaky as it use to be. It was smooth with age and experience yet still soft spoken. Maybe he was forgetting the way you sounded? The thought terrified him. His memory was all he had left of you.

You were... laughing? No, it couldn't be you. The voice sounded more like Gojo's-

The tent unzipping. A gasp. "Shit. Don't-" Gojo's voice.

Geto fluttered his eyes open to see Gojo standing in the small doorway of the makeshift shelter. He had... a woman's eyes covered. Her bottom lip was trembling.

"Suguru, what did you do?" Satoru asked like he did all those years back, and suddenly, Suguru felt like a small child who had no impulse control. He quickly scrambled up to his feet, using a random sheet of paper to cover his manhood.

"You were gone, and I just... I just really fucking..." His words trailed as his eyes looked over towards the woman. His heart started to pound in his chest. She looked... so much like you. It was as if he was being confronted with the ghost of his past once again.

"I went to go get her, Suguru." Satoru calmly explained with a hint of bite in his tone. "You really think I'd listen to what those old geezers said about not going to look for her? I grilled every last one of them until they slipped up and gave me enough information to find her."

Geto's eyes were as wide as saucers, and his pupils were dilated as he stared at the woman who was quietly trembling next to Satoru. His hand covered most of her face. "Is that...?"

"In the flesh." Satoru said as his hand slowly dropped from your eyes. Chills shot through Geto's body as he saw his mate's face again.

"Sugu..." Your little nickname for him. His breath went labored as he took in the sight of you for just one moment. His eyes involuntarily filled with tears before he dropped the sheet of paper and lunged for you.

His large muscular arms wrapped around your frame, pulling you into a tight embrace against him. "I'm so sorry.." He whispered in your ear like a mantra. His hands roamed across your back as if he was double checking that this was real.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry.” He whispered again in a pained voice. This was not how he wanted you to see him. He was at his lowest. “I’ve missed you so much. It feels like I’ve been underwater this entire time.”

You gently nuzzled your face into his chest, and you took a deep breath, savoring his scent. A content hum fled your lips. He smelled like home. “I’ve missed you too, Sugu.”

Suguru had grown so much since you last saw him. His body was now muscular and toned. His hair was even longer. It was tied up in a half knot while the rest of it messily splayed down his back. He wasn’t just a boy anymore — a man now.

“I hate to be the one to ruin this reunion, but there’s dead pack elders that we have to deal with.” Satoru spoke up as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Suguru reluctantly pulled back from you, not ready to let go of his missing mate. “I have no intention of staying here.” He said, eyes glancing over to the corpse on the ground. “This pack is a shit show.”

“So, what do we do?” Satoru asked, cocking an eyebrow at his friend. It was never a question in his mind. Satoru was going to go wherever Geto went.

“We start our own pack.” Geto casually threw out the idea with a small shrug. “It’s not impossible. If those incompetent creatures could do it, so can we.”

*** *** ***

You were happy and content to follow Geto and Gojo wherever the two went. It had been so long since you’ve seen the two males. You had almost forgotten how much mischief they could get up to.

Every day was filled with hiking, trying to find a new place to settle down. Every night was spent around a small fire, listening to the stories of the two while you were sent away.

When you and Geto would finally lay together next to the fire, he’d lazily play with your hair and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. He’d tell you how beautiful you were and how there was never a day that went by when he didn’t think of you.

“Have I mentioned how terrible it was without you?” He murmured in your ear while his large hand was gently caressing your hip. He would carefully slip it underneath your shirt. The pad of his thumb caressing your soft skin.

“Only a million times.” You giggled in response, looking up at him to meet his gaze.

“Make it a million and one then. It was terrible.” He quietly laughed, not wanting to wake up Satoru who was snuggled on the ground on the other side of the fire.

“I missed you too.” You replied. Your hand carefully reached up and cupped his cheek. Your head was resting on his bicep while your legs were intertwined. “I tried calling out to you often through the mate bond.”

“I felt it each time.” He admitted as his hand slowly snaked higher up your torso. “I felt each time you went into heat and needed me.”

The fire calmly crackling masked the small whimper that fled from your lips. “I’m sorry. I know that probably drove you crazy.”

“You have no idea.” He muttered as he leaned in and pressed a small kiss to the mark on your neck. It hadn’t faded in the slightest. Your body knew you were his before you presented as well. “I dreamt of going out to find you.”

“Yeah? What would you do had you found me while I was in heat?”

“Mmm..” He hummed in a low tone as he gazed at you with a small smirk on his face. “I would sneak into whatever tent you were in like I use to when we were kids.” He spoke softly as his hand continued to trail up your side slowly.

“I’d find you lying there, already such a mess for me.” He went on, painting the picture vividly for you. Your eyes slipped shut as you imagined it for yourself. “Then, I’d pin you down to your nest, stopping you from taking care of yourself.” He went on, and he rolled on top of you, pinning your arms down with his free hand.

The sickly sweet scent of your arousal building lingered in the air, making Suguru’s heart pound in his chest. You smelled even more yummy than he imagined you to.

“What next?” You ask softly in a breathless voice.

“I’d kiss your lips until they were bruised.” He mumbled, and he leaned down to you before pressing his lips harshly against yours. He groaned softly as soon as he could feel you kissing back. He poured all of his love and hunger into his affections. He needed you like he needed air. You were his sole salvation - his reason for living

He carefully pushed your shirt up over your chest, and he skillfully reached behind you, unclasping your bra within a few seconds. You worked with him, pulling it away from your body before you wrapped your legs around his waist.

His hand came up and carefully cupped your breast. Hs kneaded on the soft pillowy flesh with another groan. He gently bit your swollen lip, asking for entry before proceeding to deepen the kiss. He swallowed up your small moans and gasps.

"Then," he softly pant out after parting from the kiss, "I'd mark up your neck again and again. I never want you to forget who you belong to." His head dipped into your neck, and his lips latched on to the soft skin.

He sucked, nibbled, and bit his way up and down your neck, making good on his promise to mark you up. Your hips raised up to meet his, needily searching for friction to ease the ache between your thighs.

"My poor omega.." He mumbled softly against your skin before allowing his hand to trail down and to grope you at your core.

"Fuck- Sugu.." Your voice was a soft whine, forgetting all about Gojo who was asleep not even 10 feet away.

"Shhh, princess. Don't wake him." Suguru shushed you softly with a impish grin. His hands now worked to take your pants and panties off. "Want me to keep going?"

"Please..." Your face is illuminated by the warm glow of the fire before you two. A soft blush spread across your cheeks.

"Mmm, then you have to be quiet." Suguru teased before he allowed himself the pleasure of gazing at your glistening cunt. "Oh, so pretty." He mused before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your folds.

Suguru's mind was running haywire as he generously lapped at your wet heat. He had imagined this happening so many times while he fucked his own fist. It's all finally worked out. He's finally gotten to taste you, to hear you moan his name.

Your fingers entangled in his hair, holding onto him for support while he devoured you thoroughly.

"Mmn.. Sugu~ S'close... please." You quietly whimpered out, warning him of your impending release while he slurped at your cunt, drinking down your slick as if you were a fountain of youth.

"Can you hold it, baby?" His voice was muffled as he didn't dare part from you.

"N-no, I-" You softly whine, starting to rock your hips back and forth across his tongue. You were desperate for release, nearly riding his face to get there.

Suguru tugged back away from you. "That just won't do, darling." He mumbles as he unbuttons his pants and pulls his pants and boxers down just enough. "I need your first time finishing with me to be on my cock. Think you can do that for me?"

You're quick to nod in agreement with his wish, desperately needing the approval of your alpha. You had already caught a glimpse of his size when you and Satoru first arrived. Even when soft, Suguru still isn't small. Now that he's fully hard, it's almost intimidating.

"Mmm~ such a good girl." He quietly praised as he carefully guided his cock between your slick covered folds. He held your gaze as he rubbed his tip up and down, creating a wet "schlick" noise with each movement. His poor neglected cock leaked sticky pre-cum along your core, making everything so messy.

"Bite on my hand." He instructed as he placed his hand over your mouth. "Don't want you makin' too much noise." With a small huff, you bite down onto his hand.

Humping you a few more times, Geto finally decided to push himself into you. Your body immediately went rigid as you tried to cope with the new pressure between your legs. It felt as if he was trying to split you in two, completely impaling you with his thick cock.

"Ohh~ fuuu... That's it.." Geto's voice was deeper and extremely breathy. His eyes were half-lidded as he continued to watch your facial reactions. The small tears crowding the corners of your eyes made him throb. "You're so fucking tight."

"it's not gonna fit-" You quietly whined behind the palm of his hand. Meanwhile, your fingernails were embedded into his back, decorating him with scratch marks.

"It's gonna fit, baby." He quietly reassured you as he pulled back a bit and sunk back in. Your slick coated his length, making it easier for him to push in more. "Gotta let me stretch you."

"Ngh~ ah.." Your voice cracked as your leaned your head back against the ground. Suguru's hips rolled, just barely fucking into your tight cunt. He'd add another inch with each thrust, allowing you time to gradually get use to him.

The air was filled with shushed panting and breathy whines. The sound of your sopping cunt squeezing around him was like a holy song to him. You were the only slice of heaven Geto would ever see.

He had been so caring; you hadn't even realized he was all the way in until you felt a thump towards your stomach. "Ohmygod-" The gasp fell from your mouth before you could even think to stop it. "Fuuuck... feel you right here.." You meekly murmured as you pointed towards your tummy.

"Yeah baby? Feel me all the way in there?" He humors your intoxicated speech as he's lovingly thrusting into you. "You feel so fucking good." He praised as he peppered your face in sweet kisses.

Your spongy walls cling to his dick with each soft thwack of his balls clapping against the flesh of your ass. You're completely soaked around him, allowing him to glide in and out with ease.

His fat tip was damp with sweltering pre-cum gathering at his slit. With each thrust, his tip was kissing at your womb, making you feel all dumb in the head. He occupied his mouth with kissing and sucking more love bites into your shoulders. "So good, baby... ah~ so fuckin' good." He continued to mumble praises in a pussy drunk tone.

Both of your bodies were glistening in a mix of sweat and slick. The fire raged beside you two keeping you very warm while he pumped in and out. "Can't get enough. Need more.. ngh~ M-missed you so much." He growled lowly in your ear as his tender thrusts grew sloppier - fueled by an intense need.

"Suguu~ fuck me." That little needy whine was all he needed to start forcefully pounding into you. Noise level be damned; he needed his omega on a biblical level that Satoru would never be able to understand.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

Your poor cunt was practically sobbing for him - making a complete mess between your thighs as his cock rudely drilled into you. Your back arched up off of the ground, and you could feel your eyes rolling back. It felt like you were ascending to a higher being.

Suguru caught your lips in a sloppy kiss. Strings of saliva connected your mouths like strings of fate as you muffled each others moans. "Need to knot you - f-fuck, please, let me knot you."

Your legs wrap completely around Suguru's waist. "Knot me, Sugu.. hngh~ I'm s'close.."

Suguru's legs began to shake as he could feel his balls growing heavy. Instincts completely drove him to keep fucking himself into your drooling cunt. His eyes stayed on you as he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge.

"Sh-shit!" You hissed as your gummy walls suddenly tightened around him. The squelching noises slowed as he felt his knot starting to swell. His hands gripped onto your hips as he had to force his way deep inside your wet heat. The knot locking you two in place before he completely spilled inside you.

"Fuuucking hell..." Suguru breathed out as he stayed planted on top of you. His breath was labored as his hand brushed a few stray hairs from your face. "No one will ever take you away from me again. You're mine."

Bonus Scene!

Upon waking up the next morning on Suguru's bare chest, you sighed contently. Your body ached in the best way. Though, you knew it would only make this trek even harder.

You slowly sat up with a quiet groan. Your face was slightly sticky from sweat and drool. He had really wore you out last night.

"Morning, sleepy head." Suguru mumbled as his eyes rested upon your tired face.

"Mmm.. morning." You quietly hummed as your hands instinctively smoothed out your hair, trying to make yourself look presentable.

"Good morning, Satoru." The white-haired alpha spoke to himself in a grumpy, sarcastic tone as he stared at the two of you.

"It's too early for your attitude, Satoru." Suguru quietly laughed as he looked at his friend.

"You can deal with my attitude given what I had to deal with last night." He huffed as his lips curled into a slight pout.

"You didn't-"

"Oh, I did." He confirmed. "Oooohhh, please knot me, Sugu. Oh so big and strong!" He mocked your voice in a high pitched tone.

"Oh god, please stop." You whine as you covered your ears. A nervous laugh involuntarily bubbled up from your throat.

"Mmm, fuck. Gonna knot this tight cun-"

"That's enough, Satoru." Suguru playfully warned as he shook his head with a calm smile. It didn't bother him one bit that he heard the two of you last night because he knew that Satoru was going to hear you two again tonight as well.

Read the rest of my monstertober here !

[gojorgeous]

Heyyyy I just wanted to say I love the way you write! I’m obsessed with your alpha!jjk character series. I’m very new to a/b/o fanfics buuut I keep thinking about how possessive they’d get if they smelled another scent on the reader, even if it was just from something like borrowing a sweater. I just imagine them like trying to override the scent n theyre like super determined to do it 🫣

Idek if that’s something that can happen in these typa fics but anywaysss

Have a good day!

Hey bestie! I decided I'd write a litle smthn smthn for you hehe. I picked geto cause he's more alpha to me. It's below the cut! (suggestive/a/b/o dynamics/jealousy):

"What are you wearing?"

You don't even look up from your desk, a little irritated that your late-night email check has been interrupted.

"Huh?" You scan a subject line and hit delete as soon as you realize it's no more than junk mail.

"What are you wearing?"

Your body jolts. He's using that tone that makes you melt for him- that he only ever uses when he wants, needs, your attention.

You turn quickly in your chair and your heart thumps when you see the angry furrow in his brow. "It's just... a sweater."

A muscle tics in his jaw and your eyes glaze over a little when smell his scent pumping thickly into the air of your office.

"It's not your sweater, and it's not mine. So where did you get it, hm?"

He's moving closer now, his spicy scent growing stronger with every step. You have to blink and swallow just to form a coherent thought.

"I-I got cold at work. A friend offered it to me..."

He's over you now, a hand curled around each arm of your chair, caging you in. A few strands of black hair have fallen loose from his bun and they brush against your face. The feeling makes you shiver.

His head dips until he's buried deep in your chest and you squeak when you hear him inhaling. You know you're in for it.

"It reeks of male."

You sigh, gently pushing him away. "I'm sorry, Sugu. I'll take it off-" You don't even get to finish before you hear a wretched tearing noise. "Suguru!" You can only watch as he literally rips the sweater from your body and then tosses it straight into the trash can. You swat at his shoulder. "That was a coworker's! What am I supposed to tell him when he wants it returned tomorrow?!"

His hands settle on your hips and the touch makes your skin ripple with electricity. His scent is even thicker now and he's so close...

"Tell him he shouldn't go putting his scent all over my omega." Your eyes glaze over and you whimper when a familiar heat starts swirling in your tummy. The primal side of you loves when he gets like this, loves when he stakes his claim.

You gasp when your ass is suddenly no longer in your seat and instead you're dangling in Geto's arms. Your legs swing as he carries you toward the bedroom.

"Sugu-"

"Shhh. We have to get that scent off you, no?" His smirk makes you shiver again. "And I have plenty of ideas on how to do it."

Hope you liked bb!!

[lemonmaid]

Poly SatoSugu x omega reader!

Warnings: poly (obv), omega Suguru, Alpha Satoru. Omega gender neutral reader. Mentions of Infertility. MALE PREGNANCY, pregnancy.

Imagine being mated to Alpha Satoru and Omega Suguru, accidentally tied into their pack. Gojo Clan and Zenin Clan had originally arranged you and Satoru to be mated, but Satoru, in normal fashion, rebelled and mated Suguru. Zenin clan, not wanting to break a olive branch, still gave you to the Gojo clan. Suguru came to you with an offer, he felt bad that you were kinda just been thrown around, You agreed to be their surrogate. Suguru wanted to continue working without having to be pregnant and worry about time off.

Imagine you and Suguru getting close, like, super close over the years. Zenin clan pressuring you to have pups, but never specified who's pups. So the next time you had a heat, instead of Satoru helping you, Suguru helped you instead. When the Zenin Clan and Gojo Clan found out that the pup wasn't Satoru's they demanded that Satrou be the one to have pups next. So in Satoru fashion, adopted three pups in his and your name. Zenin and Gojo Clan giving up after that.

Imagine during you're pregnancy Satoru starts to get close to you, realizing he doesn't need to hold a grudge over you since you're also a victim of your own clan. Slowly spoiling you and gushing over you and your pregnant belly. Slowly he and Suguru fuss over you and the new pups in the house.

It's a werid arrangement but you could complain since now you have a happy pack.

[satorusugurugurl]

Heat

Summary: Your heat hits you at the club, but luckily your boyfriend is there to take care of you.

Characters: WolfHybrid!Geto Suguru x CatHybrid!AFAB!Reader

Warnings: abo themes, hybrids (like wolf ears and tails), abo universe. Heat/rut, usage of the terms Alpha/Omega, breeding, sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, knots

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: Kinktober Day 17 ABO WolfHybrid Suguru! look I’m a slut for ABO okay!

You had planned out your evening perfectly. From the shoes for the best comfort to the clubs you would hit up with your friends. Everything was planned to the tea. The one thing you hadn’t planned was for your heat to come early.

You should have known it was coming when you got to the club. You felt warm, but you thought maybe it had been due to the pregaming you had done at Shoko’s appointment or the cramped car ride in the back of Nanami’s car. You finally realized what was going on when your gaze focused solely on your wolf-hybrid boyfriend, Geto Suguru.

he looked so good. His long raven hair was in his signature half up half down style. The bun was tied neatly and secured with a band. His matching black wolf ears twitched with amusement as he chatted with your friends, his tail swishing back and forth quickly. The hoodie he was wearing reeked of his pheromones. That earthy, musky scent was your utter downfall.

Your cat ears twitched as you hurried through the crowd, your tail smacking anyone who got in your way. Your heat fueled your momentum until you finally met your boyfriend. His ears twitched as he turned to look down at you, head tilting to the side as you grabbed his arm, holding onto it to study yourself as you heavily panted.

“Princess?” His concern made the heat that was growing between your legs worse. “Are you okay?”

You didn't trust your voice enough to speak. Instead, you pulled on his arm, leading him towards the exit. But Suguru had misconstrued what you wanted as you began heading through the crowded dance floor. So, of course, without you saying outwardly what you wanted, Suguru had created a scenario for himself. So as much as you wanted to keep moving, Subaru stopped his hands, grabbing your hips, pulling you flush against his crotch as he began dancing against the curve of your ass that he loved.

The sudden contact in stimulation had you biting down roughly on your bottom lip as you fought back a needy moan. “S-Sugu,” you whispered, gasping softly, eyes going wide as he grounded his hips innocently against yours. He didn’t intend to draw out the moans from you; your boyfriend was just trying to be as close to you as he could. Which probably wasn’t the best idea, seeing that you were feeling absolutely feral and that you were close to losing your mind.

“You wanted to dance, right?” Suguru whispered, making your ears twitch with pure anticipation.

“N-No.” Even though your body betrays you as your hips seamlessly grind back against him.

“No?” Sharp teeth snap at your earlobe, gently tugging on it. “Yet you’re grinding against me like you do.”

What were you supposed to do when your heat was about to hit you like a freight train in a crowded club? And while you want to let your heat take control and have your Alpha fuck you into next week in the middle of the club, he just thinks you wanna dance. In reality, that’s a terrible idea. But this position, along with the grinding and smell of him as he rubs his hands all over your body, enhances the pleasure that’s already coursing through you and clouding your judgment when you should be thinking logically.

Yet you still rock back against him, faster, grinning as your alpha growls in your ear. “I really didn’t want to dance,” you confess, speaking the god's honest truth.

“Really?” fingers dig into your hips, squeezing them as Suguru rocks against you harder. “You could’ve easily fooled me, Princess.”

Your body heats up more as your slick coach your inner thighs. “I-I’m being serious,” you whisper, biting down your bottom lip as you fight back against the pure horny fumes building up inside of you. Telling you to throw caution into the wind and just fuck your boyfriend right there. “I-I’m going in—” you bite back a whimper, not even needing to finish your sentence.

Because Suguru can smell you, that sweet, sugary scent that wafts off, you combined with vanilla, has his ears perking up. His hips are still, but his cock throbs at the attention as the reality of the situation wash over him like a tremendous rainstorm. That momentary shock, the surprise, turns into a need that wraps around him like sticky tape that just wants to be stuck to you in every way he can.

He needed to get you home before you triggered his rut.

“Omega.” he grows in your ears, sending a shiver of pure horny desire down both of your spines. “Are you in heat?”

There’s a sense of relief that comes with his question as Suguru grinds his hardening erection against your ass. “Yeah.” but there’s also a twinge of hesitation that accompanies that relief.

This heat had come unexpectedly. Something neither of you had been planning for. This wasn’t the first heat you and Suguru had gone through together. All the other ones Suguru had been with you for had been planned out meticulously. Not only was this the first one that had unexpectedly shown up, but it also hit you in public, and you didn’t have a scent patch. You weren’t sure how an alpha male would handle this situation.

Would he take you right there on the dance floor? Make sure everyone in the club knows who you belong to. Or would he sneak off to a dark corner and fuck you in the crowded club?

Your answer came as soon as it crossed your mind. Suguru grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you out of the club and down to the street, where he called for a card to pick you up. He didn’t say much, keeping his mouth closed until the key unlocked the door to his apartment. You stepped inside, and all hell broke loose. He snarled as his tail and ears perked up before he grabbed you, slamming you as hard as he could against the back of his door. His eyes shut as he began licking your scent glands as he ground his hips, rocking them against yours.

“S-Sugu!”

His claws came out of his fingers, and he shredded the tiny dress you were wearing into pieces. “Omega.” He growled a quick work of his clothing, dropping it to the ground.

Seeing your mate, bare and naked in front, the last of your restraints shattering to the ground like glass. Your body was on fire internally, leaving you in almost agonizing pain. You howled, your back arching off the door. "A-Ahh!! A-Alpha-!" You whined whimpering and pure, unfiltered need.

Suguru growled, following your every movement, looking at you with hunger. "Omega, tell me what you want." He asked, kissing your neck as he trailed his long fingers down your body, caressing your slick sex.

“Need you! I need your fingers!” Suguru growled as he began plunging his thick fingers inside of you and curling them to stimulate that spongy spot that you loved. The one that left you seeing stars every time he touched it fucked against it. That immediately pacified you, leaving you whimpering but not crying. "'S g-good S-Sugu!" you cried out softly, leg shaking as you tried to keep yourself standing.

"Yeah?" Suguru questioned his tail, slightly wagging at the praise you gave him. He growled, continuing to suck and nip at your sink glands while his fingers kept pumping in and out of your tight wet cunt with a purpose. "That feels good, Princess?” He kissed and sucked on your neck.

"Y-Yeah!" You whimpered, your tail swaying as you rocked against his hand. Your body was still hot, burning bright. "But I-I need your knot, Alpha. Pleeease!" You whined quietly, and there was no possible way Suguru nodded, lifting you and carrying you to the bedroom.

“Of course, little omega, I got you.” He dropped you on the bed, forcing you onto your side. “I'll make the pain go away.” His lips trailed over your scent gland, groaning as you whimpered, lifting your leg to drape over his hip.

As he gently peppered your neck with kisses as he rocked against you, his cock throbbing, another wave of heat overcame you. Leaving you feeling like jelly in his arms. “S-Sugu—nngh.” You whispered something he couldn't hear at first. His wolf ears twitched as he focused in on your voice. As Suguru shut his eyes, he finally could make out the soft, desperate plea. "K-K-Knot—” You whined, gripping the sheets as he rocked his length harder against your folds. “Please, Alpha, I-I need your knot!”

Suguru growled, not hesitating at your request. Instead, he grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to look at him before he slammed his lips on yours. "Princess." He faster ground against you, his hardening erection rubbing directly over your clit. "You smell so good, fuck god, I want you." you whimpered in approval, and Suguru snapped.

Hearing what his omega, this needy had his rut grabbing him by the balls, telling him to fuvk every ounce of cum into you. So Suguru grabbed himself by the base of his cock, spitting into his free hand to lube himself up before he was pressing against your entrance. As the head of his thick fat cock pressed into you, he could smell your sweet slick taking a moment to smell you before he slammed into you with a howl.

You gasped out loud, one of your hands reaching around, grabbing the back of his head, forcing his face into the crook of your neck as he fucked you roughly. "A-Alpha!!" You couldn't hold back your adorable, soft voice. Instead, your feral actions left you screaming in need as Suguru’s cock railed into you, relieving all tension that had been building up all evening lessened as the pain alleviated. Leaving the following words to come out of your mouth, yours and yours alone. "B-Breed me."

"Ah, fuck!!" Suguru snarled, licking your scent glands again as he fucked into you. The metal bedframe creaked; god was so hot it was fucking ridiculous. "Omega~ I wanna breed you!" He barked out with a howl as he slammed into you faster.

“M-Me too!” You cried out, your eyes rolling back into your head as you desperately ground down against him. "A-Alpha!!"

"O-Omega!!" Suguru felt as though there was a fire in his chest as he cried out your name, thrusting deeper inside of your wet heat. He Clance down, watching as you ground your hips back against him, forcing his cock deeper inside of you. "Y-Yes, just like that." He praised as he nipped at your bottom lip before kissing you desperately. "Fuck I love you."

You giggled blissfully as your boyfriend turned you, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist as you both remained on your sides. This gave you the perfect opportunity to kiss him deeper while digging your nails into his shoulders. You needed all of him. So you did the only logical thing, and Omega, such as yourself, would do it. You forced his knot into you with a cry as he stuttered, hips seizing up as you cried out. "F-Fuck!! I love you too!!"

Suguru’s mouth fell into a silent moan as he felt your walls clamping around him, trying to milk him for everything he was worth. “Fuck! Princess!” His eyebrows pinched together as he continued fucking you, scenting you as his mate. "I love you, omega~ I love you!" His knot twitched and swelled more inside of your already tight pussy as he fucked you ruthlessly, his teeth gazing over your scent glands, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

You wanted him; you needed to be his in every way you could. You could barely think, but somehow, you managed to form two coherent words as you tilted your head to the side. "A-Alpha! Bite!!"

Tai docked down at you for a second. Your words hit him like ice water before that heat returned; he had never been more sure of anything in his entire life. From the moment he met you, he knew you were his omega. His alpha called for you. So there was no hesitation as he snarled out of a growl before biting down on your neck, marking you as his mate. He rutted inside you like a rabid feral beast, trying to get you to cum, wanting to help you find that release that you so desperately needed.

You became nothing but jelly in his arms after that. Feeling complete as your pussy gushed around him while you were left begging him for his cum, for his pups. “Breed me!! Breed me!!” you cried out as Suguru’s knot swelled inside of you, spurting out thick ropes of cum painting your walls with his seed. "M-Mmmmhm!" he huffed out as he locked the two of you in place as he continued to fill your pussy, with his cum. He said as he kissed you deeply.

“Sugu~” you purred as toy kissed back as much as your wrecked exhausted body would allow. After that first orgasm, you were nothing but putty in his arms. "Alpha fuck.”

Suguru swallowed hard. Finally releasing his bite. His teeth were stained with crimson. But he so carefully lapped at your wound, healing it with a satisfied growl. You pulled away, offering Suguru the other side as you floated through your afterglow. It was the first time your omega had been truly satisfied. While your boyfriend blushed and nodded before biting down on the other side of your neck. Marking you as his mate.

"Wow." He said with a smile. “I always imagined how pretty You'd look with my mark, but seeing it in person is much better than any other daydream.”

“Me too, " you hummed as you cuddled close to him, purring happily as your bodies connected. I love you, Suguru."

A flood of emotions coursing through every part of Suguru's soul. He pulls away from your neck, staring at you before he grins. "I love you too, " your boyfriend whispers with a happy hum. I love you so much." He turns, offering you his neck, his unmarked sent glands almost illuminated in the low lighting of the bedroom. "I want you forever."

His actions leave you too stunned to speak. Marking each other like this, you would be with each other, mate, forever. Mates for life. So, of course, you gasped softly, your brain going fuzzy as you stared at his unclaimed neck. For once in your life, you had never been more sure of anything. There was no hesitation in your movements as you leaned in, your fangs puncturing the skin, making you purr as you lapped at the mark before moving onto his other side.

Once you marked him on the other side, you both lay there in the bed by his knot, your tails, kissing against each other as you whispered declarations of love in between quiet huma and purrs. Suguru chuffed low in his chest as he wrapped you up, tightening his body around you. This night might not have gone as planned, but it turned out to be the best fucking night of your life. The night you found your mate with whom you would spend the rest of your life.

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Honored One Shot no.7 - @loreley-ha

"My Omega"

Yandere Alpha Geto x Omega reader

Omegaverse NSFW: Marking, possessive sex, pheromones

"Do you really think I don't know where my omega goes?"

You heard a voice behind you as you entered the house.

You jumped as warm fingers touched your neck, removing the collar that was covering your neck.

You knew it was Suguru. Because you will know his voice everywhere.

The feeling when he's next to you too.

Throwing his collar to the floor, he put his closed mouth and nose to the bite mark on the side of your neck.

You felt shivers when he did it.

That's what it feels like to be chastised by an alpha.

A feeling that makes you shiver.

Alphas have always been terrible to Omega. But not those who are partners. Suguru is your partner.

However, reaching the sensitive mark on the neck is like initiating sexual contact or possessiveness. Especially when Alphas do it when they're pissed off.

The alpha's possessiveness and scolding can be frequent. It all depends on the character of Alpha.

Your Alpha is possessive.

You are his and only his. His Omega. Only his.

The moment other alphas approach you is when he goes into standby mode.

When an alpha stranger approaches you, he's very careful and pulls you away so you don't get too close.

When it's a familiar alpha to you or him, it allows you a little more freedom, but not that much.

Alpha is Alpha. Just a little bit of your scent and you will become a morsel for some alpha who is nearby.

Even if you already have a partner. Alphas compete. Especially because there are less omegas.

That's why your partner is possessive. Because you're supposed to be his omega and no one else's.

He shows your place now.

Showing you to focus on whose mark is on your neck.

The marks of his teeth. And not anyone else.

He's the one who marked you as his omega. And not someone else. You are HIS omega.

You felt shivers as he exhaled from his lungs at that bite.

It's normal for the omega to be more sensitive around the alpha who is your partner. But he does it on purpose.

To show you your place with him as his Omega.

"I know my omega was seeing some alpha..." He moaned into your ear, holding you possessively in his arms.

When you looked to the side to see his face, you saw his purple eyes almost glow as he stared into yours.

You heard a soft growl coming from his throat as he looked at you.

If he had animal physical features, surely everything would show his displeasure.

Same as now.

"How are naughty omegas punished?" He asked, scanning your gentle eyes with intensity.

Omega so innocent...Alphas never can get angry when they see how their omega has such innocent eyes with them.

Just like you are looking at him now.

He is your alpha. your life partner. You can't look at him with hostility because it's written in your genes that you love your alpha. You don't oppose Alfie. You are really happy with your alpha.

And alphas have more aggression and possessiveness in their genes.

Omegas are so innocent, cute and beautiful.

And he loves his omega. That's why he wants his omega just for him.

Because he is the alpha.

And his omega is everything to him.

"Suguru...?" You giggled softly as a smile appeared on his face.

"Don't be afraid ~. Just you know... You're my Omega. And I don't wanna give you to someone else." He licked your ear, nibbling the earlobe with his tooth. "But little, cute omegas only have a place with one alpha. And you're my omega, baby."

You felt him release some of his pheromones on you.

Your body shivered as you felt hot.

"I need to mark my omega even more, right?" he purred in your ear.

You let out a shaky breath as his hot tongue slid over your bite on your skin.

And you felt more and more of his pheromones insistently attacking your senses to make you a moaning mess and begging for your alpha.

And that was for sure because Suguru's pheromones were so strong and intense.

It was affecting your body, making you a horny mess.

It was the same with him when he felt your heat. He was losing control by spraying you with waves of pheromones. And the omegas can never hold back their alpha partner.

Therefore, the heat is intense for both sides.

Especially when Omega is in heat. Because Alpha becomes aggressive and erratic just to get Omega.

That's why Suguru asked you several times to be very careful about taking supplements.

And his heat is also intense because it's unstoppable. And he closes himself off from you so he doesn't succumb to his instincts when he feels his omega.

Even though he won't hurt you, it's more aggressive sex than ever. Therefore, in order not to expose you to stress, during the most intense time of this he closed himself.

Even though you felt his heat and you were in a similar state.

And he went a little crazy because he smelled the sweet smell of your pheromones.

Same as now.

When you felt his pheromones and started to tremble, asking for his touch. He felt the same way as your body began to emit that sweet scent.

"Omegas are always so polite to their Alphas. And you're so good to me, baby ~. I should mark you again for what you did. I can't be so brutal when you're so meek. But I can't be gentle to make you understand your mistake."

He put his hands under your shirt and your body melted in his hands.

"You smell so sweet ~. My sweet omega~."

As he took off your bottom clothes, he saw your thighs getting wet.

Alpha pheromones are intense... And they immediately tell your body to be turned on for your alpha.

Just like alphas, they are crazy about the smell of omega. In the same way, omegas go crazy when their alphas release pheromones on them.

His hands also grabbed your top clothes, taking it off.

Leaving your body naked and begging to be touched.

He smelled the sweet scent of his omega's excitement, which challenged that predatory instinct in him. Instinct to HAVE his omega here and now.

His pupils dilated and his pants were so tight.

Undoing his baggy pants, he placed your hands against the wall for something to hold on to, and bent you down so he could access your hips. He spread your thighs apart, pressing the thick tip of his cock against your trembling entrance.

Your walls offered no resistance, nor did the rest of your body. And when he managed to slide in easily, he pressed his chest against your back and sank his teeth into the already existing mark on your skin.

Making you howl of pleasure as you felt his scent completely take over your mind. The pleasure you crave.

You want him.

He growled, feeling the pleasure of biting into your skin to leave a mark.

The way you shiver, barely holding on to the wall as your alpha's big dick digs into your insides.

"A-Alpha..." you moaned in a shaky voice as he kept one hand on your hip and the other next to yours on the wall.

Your trembling thighs and whole legs when you stood on tiptoe didn't bother him at all, because if you want your alpha to fuck you, you have to keep it that way. In this position.

But at some point, he's going to keep your body in a mess anyway. His Omega marking is something he wants. For your mutual pleasure, and also for you as a lesson. Because you only react that way to his pheromones.

He started mercilessly digging his hips into yours, leaving marks on your back as he positioned you the way you're supposed to be positioned so he could hit deeper with more accuracy.

So that your legs buckle under you and he can fuck your moaning, melting body in his hands as much as he thinks necessary.

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🐺House of Alphas🐺

Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse )

Summary: Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake.

Disclaimer: Angsty but I ain’t Gege

Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Gojo x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Getou

~Chapter 37~

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Nanami stifled his laugh while waving his hand, “I’m sorry I’m sorry, please forgive me, sweetheart, you were so tense when you asked me such a question. You couldn’t even look at me.”

Gah- you still can’t. You dropped your gaze again but this time Nanami shifted so he could reach his hand in your view, palm faced upward. What was he doing? Did he want your hand? You were about to give it to him before he slowly lifted his hand, your chin guided within its path until you were looking at his hazel orbs.

“Besides I had to get you back for teasing me first.”

“Fine fine, we are even~.”

“Good… now…You asked what I like…” His gaze rests upon you for a while, like the gears in his head were turning in the opposite direction, until finally, he says, “I suppose it’s you…I like you. Whatever you like.”

You slowly shook your head, no that’s his cookie-cutter answer. His vanilla answer. You accept it in the game, you had to…but you want to push further than that. Deeper. “No… not that…I want to know what…. Kento likes… the Kento that has no control….” You poke at his chest lightly. “What do you really like? You, said… you were much like me… afraid of losing control…well,” you pop your lips feeling quite brave while throwing his hypocrisy back at him, “I want you to let go…I don’t want you to think, I want you to be greedy.”

Nanami stared at you with something dark swirling behind his eyes. “…You… want…my sinful desires? My greed?” He was locked in just as much as you were yet he seemed hesitant. Like he wanted to pull away and shut himself off.

Woah- what just happened…his tone had shifted and his eyes grew into that crazed glow that your alphas get when they are deep in lust. But…Why did he look… almost… wilder? Dare you say- scarier- this was a look you had never seen upon him. Ever-

Are you in danger?

He looked so sweet like an Angel but within the same breath dangerous like the devil.

-but then it was corrected into your alpha's normal expression. “You couldn’t possibly-“

“Yes…” you pushed on, too deep to go back now. Or maybe you don’t want to go back. “…Tell me… what my alpha Kento likes…”

A light smile touched the blonde’s lips, “What I like…”

“Don’t hold back, tell me everything. I’m a big girl I can handle it.” You joked lightly seeing his face relax a bit.

He clicked his tongue, gaze flowing over your form before coming back to your eyes, “…One thing I like…no…” His eyebrows furrowed as if he just did you a great disservice, “-love… I love when you look at me…” Your breath is taken away as he speaks, an electric current connects your eyes with his own. Pulsing through his touch and his words as he caresses you with them. “I love… when you say my name… Kento…it sounds so beautiful coming from your lips…”

It was all so sweet.

He then sweeps his arm down to grab your hand that was wringing your dress dry. “But I suppose…” Using your hand he shifts your dress out of the way so that you are touching your very drenched panties.

“Ah-“ you gasped, your fingers forced (not really) to rub your cunt.

And then he shifted into something else-

“…You want to know what makes my cock hard…hm?” You let out a whine. He had you stroke yourself slow… and teasingly, you were already so close to the edge without a clue as to how you got there and when. You were so caught up in his design… seeing him in a different light. Piece by piece being chipped away to reveal something else. You don’t know who this man is, yet you did at the same time. “…What I truly want to do to you. I never…think about it…My sick thoughts I keep locked away… I would be afraid to scare you.”

You were close…you were so close. Your eyes now glossy and blurry.

Nanami chuckled deviously going faster, “You’re doing it again… Holding your breath. I always wonder if you’d pass out…if I were to relinquish all control like you would have me do, I would fuck you until you woke back up and pass out again. Would you dream of me fucking you? Would you whisper my name in your sleep my little bird ?”

“Ah-“ your eyes rolled and just as you felt your undoing Nanami snatched your hand away causing you to gasp life into your lungs followed by a deep moan of disappointment. “N-Nanami-!”

You blinked fresh tears as you looked up to find your handsome sweet alpha giving you the most insane smile you had ever seen, eyes blown behind blonde hair. His appearance akin to lunatic Gojo.

He spoke quickly as his eyes lit up like he had just discovered something, “Sorry little bird but I believe I want you cumming on my tongue- ah yes… I’ve been salivating over it this whole time haha~ -if you would have left me I would have been happy with the fragrace you’ve graced me. I probably would have spent all my cum into my hand until it went away- wondering how delightfully you would have tasted-yes- yes I want it- I want as much as you can give me, whatever you have to offer- not a drop of it should go to waste- would you be such a dear?”

You could barely keep up- what the Satoru 2.0. “Is-is that what you-Ai!”

“Yes!” Nanami yanked you by your wrist as he fell onto his back, “-more than anything!”

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Feral Nanami anyone?

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Limerence | Eight

C H A P T E R E I G H T

limerence / lim-ê-rêns / (noun)

“Obsessive romantic attraction towards another person”

Summary: In which the owners of Jujutsu Incorporated, the Ôgami brothers, are suddenly interested in you.

Pairing: Alpha!Sukuna x reader, Alpha!Itadori x reader, Alpha!Gojo x reader, Alpha!Geto x reader, Alpha!Nanami x reader, Alpha!Kenjaku x reader

Status: Ongoing.

Genre: werewolf au, soulmate, polyamory relationship, angst, fluff, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics.

Warnings: smut, violence, mentions of knotting, heats, ruts, insecurities, some descriptions of reader’s body, mention of possible ED, omegaspace, domdrop, swearing, blood, depression, suicidal thoughts, possessiveness, obsessive thoughts, Alpha tendencies.

Chapter Warnings: smut ahead, reader goes into sporadic heat, Kento being the top alpha, knotting, alpha/omega dynamics, feral omega, mentions of bruises, mentions of anxiety.

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It burned. Like pure lava running through your veins, like poison was consuming you with every breath you took. You felt heavy, no matter how much you wanted to writhe and wriggle in pain you physically couldn’t move your limbs.

Weighed down under the pressure. Pressure of anxiety, pressure of the pain, pressure of your dormant omega pushing you to mate. Pushing you to let her take over. You fight her hard, not wanting to give in while you cry on Kenjaku’s bed.

But all too soon it becomes too much, and the soothingly soft voice whispering to let go is the only comfort you have right now. Your alphas. Yes, your alphas were all standing around watching you. Doing nothing. Nothing.

Let go, it will feel so good. The voice echos in your mind. Your voice, but sultry and sickly sweet. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel yourself slipping away into the back of your mind, a hungry feral omega slipping into place.

Kento had only ever read about it, never seen it in person. His eyes widened as yours began to glow golden, hands grabbing and pulling at the clothes on your body. Claws beginning to grow and tear at the soft cotton that Kenjaku had only dressed you in less than five minutes ago.

Speaking of, his willpower was hedging with every moment that slowly passed by. The way his half mast cerulean eyes raked over you, a prize to be earned. The smell of you was intoxicating, your scent wrapped in a heady heat, the sweetest decadence.

“How sad,” you cooed, your voice different. Deeper and sultry, a wickedly sweet voice rising in your throat, you didn’t even know you could sound like this, “My big strong Alphas not even touching their omega.”

A smirk plastered on your face when you hear the gut wrenching growls that erupted in room. The air around you freezing compared to the gut wrenching fever burning you from the inside out.

You’re consumed by their scent, it’s almost enough to stop the inferno rising in your throat. It’s currently sating the thin layer of hot sweat that’s trying to take place on your body.

“Pathetic.” Your upper lip curls with a snarl of your own, a certifiable giggle pushing itself out. You’re too deep to care if you look crazy, your mind swirling with all the possibilities of what your alphas could do to you. They curl around you making you feel all fuzzy.

“Okay we need to decide who stays with her. The rest of us are gonna have to leave.” Sukuna spoke up, saying the obvious.

“Leave the room?” Yuji asks with malcontent clear in his longing tone.

“Leave the house. She’s not in a state to handle all of us. Her omega has taken over and if we all tried to mate with her right now she could distress. So it’s gotta be one of us.” Sukuna spoke fast and efficiently. He wanted to be the one to stay, they all did.

“Rock paper scissors?” Suguru asked, and honestly the rest of the pack couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“No. I’m pack alpha. It needs to be me.” The five brothers all nodded, agreeing but disappointed nonetheless. Each of the brothers slowly left the room, Kento listened for the front door and not long after it slammed shut.

His eyes were honed in on you, god you were such a pretty thing. Makes him almost surprised his brother left so easily but they couldn’t argue with their pack alpha even if they tried.

Sweat trickles down your forehead, strands of hair sticking to your hot skin. For a fleeting second you falter at the images flashing behind your eyes, a twist of lime and ginger injected into your scent that has the Alpha outside your nest inhaling deeply, his own eyes glowing golden as his wolf claws its way to the surface.

He pushed his wolf away hoping to hold onto the last few threads of control, you hadn’t met his Alpha yet and right now is a very bad time for the meet and greet to take place.

“You just gonna stand there.” You huff, an almost drunk feeling pumps through your viens, it has you whimpering, deliriousness intent on consuming you.

“Omega.” You find your resolve weakening at the cavernous growl from the now agitated werewolf hovering over you. The confidence filled chuckle is harsh and belittling as his Alpha presents. His eyes glowing so bright you thought they might blind you.

Then you’re against his body in a tight hold that made it very clear, you weren’t going anywhere. Kento’s nose wrinkles when it presses against your scent gland, the smell he caught a glimpse of earlier was back and strong this time. Lime and ginger, a hint of vanilla in there too.

Heat claws it’s way up your body, from your toes to your legs to your torso until your eyes glaze over and all you want is him. All you need is his cock inside your spasming walls until you’re so high on bliss it’s impossible to talk back.

Your Alpha’s darkening gaze watches the change in you as he towers over your very needy form. His mind reeling with thoughts of you taking every thick inch of him until the pleasure wracking through your body is so intense you can’t even form a coherent thought.

“Oh I’m gonna take care of you pretty omega.” Kento grins, pulled off every stitch that covered him.

“Alpha.” It was breathless and god it tempted him in a way you could never imagine, coming up with a thousand different ways to ruin you. Kento more beast than man, ripped each item of clothing off of you feeling jealous that they were touching you and he wasn’t.

His chest puffed out in pride as his eyes slid across over your figure, pupils zeroing in on the shudder in your breath. He manhandled you so easily into the position he wanted you in. Your face pressed against the soft sheets of the bed as your ass was raised in the air.

A low and soft, oh falling from his lips. One could mistake it for a groan and you whimpered feeling it. Because fuck did you feel it, the werewolf now on his knees behind you watching your slick trickle down your thigh quick to lick it up not letting any go to waste.

It’s as if that one drop transformed him to a starving man who had a three course meal laid out in front of him and oh fuck yes,your eyes rolled back, sinful moans echoing in the room.

He moved his tongue like he was possessed, licking into your clenching hole as if he was digging for something before closing his lips around your clit and sucking it so hard you swear it will be bruised tomorrow. His harsh and continuous actions on your cunt had your fists clenched around the sheets, your back arching as you started a slow grind on his tongue.

“Your scent, fuck, you’re so intoxicating. I can never get enough.” He hums into your weeping entrance, but you’re so focused on the feeling of euphoria coursing through your veins you don’t hear him, all your senses being taken over and before you know it you’re on your back, darkening brown piercing your soul the longer he stared into your eyes.

A dark possessiveness shadows his face, something you’d never seen before on anyone. It frightens you, sours your scent just a little but your body doesn’t care. Your cunt producing more slick, pushing out the pheromones that made Kento’s knot start to swell.

You jut your hips out, bucking them with desperation. Kento’s blonde hair falls forward, his tanned skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. With one roll of his hips he’s inside you and not giving you a second to comprehend it. No he’s already pulling back and slamming into you over and over again watching as you arch your body into his.

His large hand slides up over your throat to your mouth, two thick fingers slipping inside letting you moan and whine around them, saliva dribbling down your cheeks. Neither of you care so engrossed in the feeling of being fucked so thoroughly.

“I’m gunna cum in this pretty pussy so many times there’s no way you won’t be round with my pups by the end of the week.”

The words blur together with others like full, knot and perfection. He mumbles them and you try your hardest to reply only coming out with incoherent noises.

“I know sweetheart, it’s too much isn’t it? Is my thick cock too much for such a tight pussy, omega?” He doesn’t expect an answer he knows you’re gone, knows by the look he saw in your eyes before they rolled back into your skull just as your arms gave out.

Kento’s knot swells tighter and tighter with each thrust, he’s heaving as he bucks against you. You’re not any better, body exhausted, slick completely covering the lower part of your body while you dribbled around your Alpha’s fingers. The same fingers he slides down your body, rubbing circles over your clit tighter and tighter like a coil tightening.

Until it snaps.

And it did snap. Your body convulsed with rivets of pleasure washing over you wave after wave. It was unlike anything you’d ever experienced, your omega purring with satisfaction. She begins to slip back into the corner of your mind bringing you forward just as Kento moans into the cold air, his knot locking into place as he cums.

Ropes of it, hot and sticky. Filling you up as your body collapses completely onto the bed. “It’s okay sweetheart. The first parts over.” Kento coos wiping the sweat away from his forehead before he lays down, gently adjusting you until you’re both laid side by side. Him behind you, him inside you.

His large hands petting over every part of you, watching as you twitch and gasp at the sensations of his cum pouring into you more and more each second. “You did so good for me omega,” Kento’s lips pressed into your hair, whispering more praises there.

You whimper starting to feel uncomfortably full, “You’re okay sweetheart, sleep now. It won’t be long until the pain starts again, you need as much rest as you can get.” He tells you though you’re too delirious to comprehend each word. “When my knot goes down I’ll grab some snacks and fluids. Don’t worry about a thing omega, Alpha is gonna take care of you.”

And he does. Over the two days your heat lasts Kento does an amazing job of taking care of you. He knots you when you need it even when it started to get sore towards the end. He fed you and made sure you were drinking as much as he could make you.

After everything was over, after the blazing heat had gone you were in pain in a way you’d never known. Everything hurt. Your limbs felt like they had been battered, your head felt heavy and pulsed every time you blinked and your vagina was so bruised you told Kento you’d bite his hand off when he tried to run the wash cloth over in in the bath.

The bath, this was your third one now and you still weren’t feeling any better. It’d been four days since you’d last seen the rest of the pack. You wonder when they will come back but you don’t ask Kento, too afraid he might say never.

“No better?” Kento asks and you hate to squish the hope that is present in his voice but you don’t want to lie. You shake your head no. “Maybe we should call in a doctor. Omegas are supposed to start recovering the moment the heat is over. It’s been two days since then and you’re not feeling any better and I’m not seeing any improvements on your bruising either.”

“No!” You panic gripping onto his arm tightly from where you were sat in the warm bath. Kento frowns in concern coming closing to the edge of the bath, his full attention on you as you speak. “No doctors. I’m not comfortable since J-Jade.” You internally curse that you stutter her name but it wouldn’t have mattered, Kento can see the fear shining in your eyes.

He sighs but nods. The alpha helps you get out of the bath and get dried as he thinks of a solution to the problem. Carrying you over to what Kento keeps calling your bed, he places you down and pulls the covers over your tired body. “What if I call the boys back. Is that okay sweetheart?” He asks as if this isn’t his house. As if it’s yours, as if you pay the bills and your name is on the mortgage.

“Omega?” He questions seeing you started to pick at your nails, anxiety seeping in. Before it happens he stops it, distracts you. “Are you feeling up for that?”

You simply nod because what are you supposed to say? Admit that you have been missing them monumentally and want nothing more than for all your Alphas to be together with you. The pack as one.

“Okay sweetheart, I’ll give them a call while I heat up some soup for you. Try and get some sleep while I do yeah?” He kisses your forehead, brown eyes so full of love it would send you spiralling into a panic attack but you’re too tired for that. You let your eyes slip close as he turns on the rose gold fairy lights above your bed, turning the main light off he leaves the door open and heads downstairs to call the boys.

Maybe when they return you’re start to heal. Only one way to find out.

[blueparadis]

❝ GHOST TOWN ❞ + GETO SUGURU ❪ playing ⌗4, ⌗5& ⌗6 ❫─── via radio line ❛ anatomy of emotions ❜〳 from this is what ____ feels like !

[ content & themes ] ::abo au + modern au, f!omega!reader,strangers to strangers sharing one-night-stand, unrequited feelings,abo marriage & courting rituals, hurt and angst, misunderstandings, smut, mcd. 10k word count.

[ synopsis ] :: Years after, you get a wedding invitation from one of your childhood friends; hoping to rekindle some old flames, you decide to attend the wedding yet the looming shadow of tragedies still followed you. But this time, there was someone who would lick your wounds. 

[ notes ] :: i started this wip around june and since then it has been full of battles for me. Feels good to finish the first part of this. I really hope that next year is kinder than this one. thought i would not be able to finish until the Feb'2024 but here we are, so enjoy and tell me how you liked it :)) & if you have made this far then, congratulations. Stay tuned for next part, dk when will i'll be able to start writing on it, but I do wanna write part two badly SO please don't jinx it. \\ REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED \\ tagging @onisae @orchid3a

This year again, there is spring; flowers are blooming on every branch of those lonely trees, the sun is smiling, and the chirping of the birds can be heard. People are soaking themselves in this nice weather, they are welcoming it as they should, walking hand in hand in the neon-pinned streets during evenings, leaving footprints on the sand, taking selfies, and making memories to remember for the years to come, as they should; as they hope it to be. Yes, Everything is so hopeful; everything is outrageously lustrous. But for Geto Suguru, it is not. For him, the earth had already stopped turning since the advent of last spring as if the cogs of the winter suddenly started to rot with rust and now it is just blocked; the winter never stopped weeping since then and the spring never came to soothe the mourning. Geto takes a glance at the clock in the room. Nanami is busy picking up the dresses and sorting them by the hierarchy as well as the theme of rituals of the marriage ceremony which is about to commence within an hour.

“C’mon, you can’t leave just like this. The ceremonies. . . the rituals. They’re going to start soon. You can’t just leave. We need you. You’re important.” Kento finally stopped fidgeting with the clothes when Geto bothered to glance at him through the mirror amused by his tone. It is not common for Nanami to lose his composure. He is always calm and collected and never loses his cool. But today is different. Today is his day. He is going to marry the love of his life, Miss Haibara. So, he is supposed to panic, isn't that right?

“I’ll be back before you know it,” Geto conceded, adjusting his hair to tie it up in a bun. Nanami’s mouth parts in a form of protest but he is slower than usual. Before Nanami could follow him, Geto was already out of the dressing room lost in the crowd.

"But where exactly are you going, Geto-san?" Yu Haibara asked blocking his way as he turned up through the back door.

"To meet a friend," Geto remarks in a low growl and leaves.

Seeing his dearest friend, Nanami frowns he quips, "That's okay. Worry not when I'm here,"  keeping his hand on Kento's shoulders as a sign of assurance.

"Shouldn't you be with your sister?" Nanami quipped with pinched eyebrows.

"Well, boys are not allowed there." Haibara saunters around the room and then settles on an armchair situated on the balcony. "Plus you look like could use some help."

“I just need a house tour,” Nanami claimed as he shuffled through his clothes again. His eyes peered and stilled at his soon-to-be brother-in-law. "do you know your way around here? I mean have you been in Geto-san's house before?"

"Oh! you can trust me on this one." Haibara chuckles nervously realizing how his dearest friend and soon-to-be brother-in-law asks for that one thing he can not help with. Nanami smiles. It is amusing how he is so worked up for his sister's wedding and is trying his best to keep it together rather than sabotaging it, unlike certain someone.

"Sure. Whatever you say, Pal." 

Geto hops onto his jeep staring at the crowd of the elderly people who came to give their blessings. He specifically went through the back door of the house to avoid any kind of attention, especially attention from those elderly people who would not hesitate to question his whereabouts. And that is exactly what he needs to avoid for now. Questions. Stupid questions. He had enough of his own on his plate that demanded answers. With all the waves of memories crashing at the shore of his mind he passed through those familiar streets of his hometown. It has been a year and a half since the incident yet it lays heavy on his mind, like a freshly dropped flower. He halted near the graveyard. The Sakura trees surrounding the graveyard are blushing. He walked into the cemetery, hearing cries and howls of agonies as he passed by some gravestones. There is something with these hospitals and cemeteries that always makes him uncomfortable. Of course, it is supposed to make anyone uncomfortable; death and loss are two sides of the same coin. You can not go at the expense of the other. He has always hated visiting his mom at the hospital when he was a kid. His mother was at the hospital not because she was sick but because she was expecting, but at such a tender age Suguru could barely understand the seriousness of it all. For, his mom left him and when she came back, she would be with his father and his baby brother. But they never came home, just like the spring. When he halted in front of a particular burial his cassette of vague childhood memories ceased to play.

The tombstone read:

SATORU GOJO.

7TH DEC 1989 - 27TH DECEMBER 2016.

“THE ONE AND ONLY.”

Geto tasted bile at the back of his throat. It has been a year and six months already. Still, he has not checked any of the things that Satoru left behind, not even talked to his mother and neither was at his funeral. This is the first time he is visiting Satoru’s grave. During their high school years, there was not a single instance when Geto looked at his right side and found it empty. Satoru was always there beside him, whether busy talking the on phone or busy picking on him or was just there. Now, Geto stands with no one by his side. After high school, they parted ways due to work. And one day, when he collected his phone from the icing centre on his way home after a long day of work, his phone had died with messages, voice missed calls and emails. All of them said one thing: 'Satoru Gojo is dead.'

-

Solitude is lethal. It is very addictive. It becomes a habit after one realizes how peaceful and calm it is. It is like when one does not want to deal with people anymore because they just drain energy in the end. But noin yn has grown bored in the bubble she has created around herself. Now all she wants is to burst the bubble without hurting anyone, not even herself. But on the other hand, if thinly did take a wild turn then what more could add to your irrevocable loss that would hurt you to the point of disintegration?

The cab halted with a huge jerk. Turning his head the driver bore an apologetic smile. After a few futile attempts, it was evident from his face that the cab broke, and that too in the middle of nowhere. Still, you hoped for him to fix it because it would be a hassle to carry all the luggage towards the venue. The place is morbid and dull. You travelled as far they could and Bingo!  There was a Jeep parked outside a cemetery but other than that there was not a single soul. You, the driver, and the broken cab. The Jeep suggested someone should be nearby but after walking a few steps toward the end of the long stretch of the cemetery, you did not see anyone. Running out of options, you checked the destination on Google Maps. It is almost okay. But with all the luggage it would take you half an hour and booking another cab or waiting for another supplementary ride seemed tiring. After ten hours of flight, you just longed for sleep. Without wasting further time on thinking you started to walk reluctantly. After almost ten minutes you heard the noise of a car, a Jeep. You waved in the hopes of getting a lift but he did not stop. He took the turning into a smaller road. With his sunglasses on you could not tell if ly saw you or not. It is hard to miss a person on an empty road but you're experienced to be different. His lips were moving, so he might be busy talking and seemed to be in a hurry or a rich jerk who was perhaps humming ignoring a damsel in distress.

When you reached the venue you noticed the same red jeep parked in the backyard. The numbers are the same. Realizing the guy is also a guest in this marriage ceremony made you scrunch up your nose. Of course, what did you expect? Wherever you go, trouble follows. The preparations were still going on. You stood at one corner scanning through the crowd hoping to see your friends. A staff was distributing banners and some guests were getting ready for photos. He handed one to you. The place was crawling with alphas and omegas. Even Betas. You still could not see any familiar faces and certainly, it made you restless. You turned on your heel to ask one of the staff for help but something blocked your path. A man, tall and broad, radiating off an awful scent shamelessly; an alpha. You looked up, up and blinked once, twice and thrice. He is wearing a thin white shirt and black slacks, a typical staff uniform but he can not be just a staff here with a lavish red jeep and an aura full of arrogance. His buttons are unevenly done, plus, there are lipstick marks under his collarbones. This man who ignored you at the turning of the road extended his arms as if he were to carry you in bridal style.

“Excuse me,” you yelled, taken aback by his behaviour.

Geto Suguru who noticed you from afar, your restlessness scooted backwards. “And, then the girls say we, the men, don't listen to women.” Pointing towards the banner you held in your hand he pouted. It read — “PICK ME UP” Reading it you let out an awkward laugh. “Oh no! I was just standing here. And one of the guys handed this to me— Suguru closed the gap between you and him again, extended his hands in the pretence of scooping you again. “Hey. Listen to me. I — am — still — talking,” You stammered leaning away from him. Suguru smiled at you, amused at your reactions and the symphony of his laughter managed to reach your heart. He looked like the moon who was searching for the sea waves.

“Y/N.” Your ears perked up on that familiar high note. You would not forget that voice even if you wanted to. “Utaah!” you screamed merrily running towards your saviour. Utahime hugged you. Shoko, who was hiding behind Utahime, peered at you. Her eyebrows jumped twice in amusement. She has not changed a bit, the same unbothered eyes and lack of enthusiasm in her body.  “What took you so long?” The bride squealed, dragging Shoko in a group hug.

“Sho, are you okay?” you asked. She always used to run away from hugs. Guess, people do change in the company of others. Shoko managed to pull out her hand to give you a thumbs up with a smirk laced upon her face. She has not changed, not even a bit.

The bride, Miss Haibara immediately called a few staff to help you with the luggage and your room. She did not even have to say anything. All she did was to wave her hand and you knew you did not have to worry anymore. For a Beta, she is one of a kind. Everything is sorted now. You need not worry anymore except for one thing. That guy; managed to get on your nerves earlier and is now actively involved in the preparations, quite interactive with the groom. From their interactions, you could tell they had known each other for years.  Maybe since childhood. Things are not looking good from this angle.

-

The guests kept arriving till the evening. Generally, it would have been different if this was an actual wedding venue. But, a week ago the manager informed Nanami that they booked the wedding venue twice on the same date. There were some technical faults in the system due to which the software did not show that the date was already booked so, one of the parties had to cancel. Unfortunately, it was Nanami and Haibara's family. Surprisingly, one of Nanami’s friends owned this massively gorgeous house to do the deed without any hassle. But, they had to make some changes and now here you are, sitting by the pool going through your schedule as they fix the lights in your room. Five days. Within five days you should be hearing from the company you applied for the job. Locking the phone, taking a deep breath, and stretching your muscles you intended to go to your room, but a squared blue sachet caught your attention. It was near one of the feet of the table. ‘DUREX’ was written on it. A moment later you saw Geto coming outside and scanning the place. He strolled towards the table. You hid the condom under your notebook as he inspected the table. Not to seem suspicious and rude you asked, “Are you looking for something?”

“Yeah. A friend.” Geto responded with a reflex as he looked under the table.

“Uhm, under the table?” You exclaimed with a meek laughter, unable to hold it in anymore.

Geto stood near you tilting his head at you. He supported his weight by keeping one of his arms on the table and leaned towards you. “Where is it?” He asked, his voice deeper than usual.

“What was the name of your friend again? Doesn’t it start with ‘C’?”

He crouched down a bit, repeating his demand. “Give.it.back.” You could almost hear him growl.

“Didn’t you forget to say ‘please’ ?”

The crease on Geto’s forehead increased further. He stood with his hands resting on the back of his waist, his tongue swirling inside his mouth thinking if there would be any store open nearby. He would rather buy another one than say please but then again, he hates to keep the omega waiting. “Can I have it back?” He bit the corner of his bottom lip before finally caving in, “Please?”

“Good boy.” You chimed looking away from his piercing gaze, shifted the pages of your notebook so that he could take it. He snatched it in a flash and walked back towards the building.

“You’re welcome. Have fun” You yelled, making him pause. He probably rolled his eyes again but you could not have known that.

“Oh, I will.” He shouted back. “I definitely will,” Geto said under his breath, growling.

-

It was two o’clock and you have been staring at the ceiling for a while now. The network was down otherwise listening to music and going to sleep would be easy. Shoko and Utahime were probably sleeping like a log. Your friend and bride was perhaps awake but tomorrow is her day so she probably took a pill and went to sleep. You were barely ten when you met them, and the cogs of fate turned against you when you had to leave this town at the age of fifteen. But those ten years would be the most refreshing ones you had in this lifetime before the tragedy befell. With all those memories bubbling at the back of your mind, you could not sleep. Maybe a walk in the lawn might tire you out. With that in mind, you headed out of your room into the pool area. The adjacent grassy lawn was crowded with lights. They were flickering but as you walked past those lights, they stopped flickering. Those lights were not there before when you were drawing the designer dresses. There was also a glass of chocolate milkshake on the table. Without bubbles sedimenting on the skin of the glass suggested that it had already reached at room temperature.

“Not bad,” A voice turned up. As you turned around you were blessed with the sight of the man who managed to tick you off this morning. “Could have been more beautiful but yeah, that will do.” He added fixing his eyes on you and then gauging you that did earn him a glare as well as a questioning tilt of your brows. Geto understood the congestion of your confusion. You must be thinking how audacious of him to try to flirt with you just after having freshly fucked.  “Oh no. not you. I meant the lights,” he added. You did not budge.

He offered, “Chocolate milkshake?” holding the glass. Still no pinnable reaction. You walked towards him and stopped at an arm’s length saying, “I think you need it more.” eyeing him up and down, from his well-built shoulders to his torso and then, backwards. “For stamina,” you added. With that as you walked past him.

“Why don’t you check it by yourself?” he whispered but you could hear him anyway. You bit the inner flesh of your lip holding back the response at the tip of your tongue because you knew he is just testing the waters, caging you into a corner and assessing your reactions, your heightened senses, and everything. You would hate it if you purposely gave what he wanted, whatever he desired from you to get by ticking you off. You will be leaving this god-damn town in a few days, forever and the last thing you want is a random hook-up that could keep your hopes up. You clicked your tongue. Swearing under your breath you murmured, “I’m already bored anyways.”

The next morning when you woke up, Shoko was already in your room. She was sitting at the foot of your bed scrolling through her phone. “Morning butterfly.” With her stoic face, she kept herself busy on the phone while you rolled to a side soaking in the warmth of the blankets and half-asleep state. “It’s already 8:30. You’re late.” You sprung up on your bed like a cat with its mouth hanging open. Shoko smiled. “Oh dear! Do you still fall for this? You’re still such a baby.” Your heart was pounding against your chest, blood rushing through your veins vigorously as you were still sinking into reality.

“Shooo, I was having a nice dream,” You whined getting out of bed. After taking a shower and getting ready you accompanied her for breakfast. Utahime, Haibara, Nanami and his bride were already there. Someone was missing but given the circumstances of the last night if he did not show up at all during breakfast you would not be so surprised. Greeting everyone good morning you took a seat next to Utahime. Shoko sat beside you. This mansion, owned by that guy, looked so different during daylight. There were no people, no hubbub no prying eyes and most importantly, no questioning faces and company which seemed to be present in abundance at such occasions like this.

“Nice house.” You remarked with a smile looking at Nanami. You have only seen him in video calls, whenever your friend used to call you but now that you are seeing him in person you can feel how much he is every bit of the goodness she spoke of.

“It’s Geto’s.” He responded taking butter toast from the master plate.

“What’s his full name?” you asked drinking in the beauty of his house as you fidgeted with your plate.

“Suguru Geto.” a male voice emerged from your back.

“What?” You gasped. Suguru was standing behind you. His presence was so overwhelming. He was standing right behind you and you did not even feel it like other times, like those two encounters. So, he has control on his pheromones; he is not just some spoiled rich brat.

“My name. Suguru Geto” He repeated as he stood beside you for a second, locking his eyes with you, and then continued to walk away from you to take a seat opposite to you. You smiled to yourself as embarrassment seeped deep into your bones. Shoko cleared her throat giving you a knowing look. Suguru kept piling up food on his plate while you were almost done with your breakfast. Six slices of butter toast, two half-boiled eggs, and a bowl of chicken soup. When he looked for the salt, his eyes landed on yours which were on his plate.

“I have a big appetite this morning.” He uttered in low breath reading your thoughts. Your eyes immediately flashed at him, nose inflated as you grabbed a glass of juice shooting him a warm smile. You excused yourself as soon as you could. Any longer than this, and you would have to talk with him. You better flee before he tries to spin another web of his chram around you. Something tells you he is not good as he seems to be.

-

Nanami is dressed in hakama, wearing a face mask covering his eyes and nose, not the mouth. The bride has the same mask but of different color, color of her choice. He stares at the phtoframe laying on the bed side table. It has a picture of a woman, he knows her. Suguru enters his room, halts noticing Nanami fully dressed and staring at the phto.

"isn't this gojo-san's mother?" Nanami asks looking at Suguru who is busy adjusting his hand cufflings.

"Yes."

"Oh! these anklets, i remember these anklets." Nanami points out touching her feet in the picture. "Gojo-san had all of us begging to get him these from his mom and then finally he asked you." Nanami looks at Suguru posing a question, "don't you remember?"

"Yes. I do." Suguru answers gravely taking the photo from Nanami's hand and giving him a box. It contains a necklace which he is suppossed to give it to his bride, tonight.

Nanami's lips went flat, he knows he is stepping into a place where he should not yet he asks, "don't you know to whom Gojo-san gave those anklets?" Suguru keeps the photoframe inside the cupboard feezing in place. The door of the cupboard is still open and he has not turned around. He knows, if he does he has to face something he does not want to, his last meet with himself, his last words to him, a constant loop he often sees in his sleep.

"Let's go, everyone." Haibara yells filling the deadly silence. "The ceremony is about to begin." And then walks away shooting both of them a smile. Nanami clear his throat and checks himself for one last time in the mirror.

"Don't worry. You look just fine," Suguru exclaims with tight smile on his face. Nanami just shakes his head releasing an exhale and then, leaves. Suguru closes the cupboard and follows. The less he opens that particular cabinet, the better.

People have gathered here for this auspicious ceremony. Nanami and Miss Haibara will be tieing threads on each other's hands after removing the mask that they were supposed to wear throughout the whole ritual. Geto watches them as they slowly walk towards the centre of the venue, thinking was it all so necessary to do this? He even asked Haibara about it and he said how some traditional rituals are need to be done to be a part of the clan, and they themselves wanted to do it so the other family members are just showing their support by being present in the ceremony. The main modern wedding would be held two days later. Geto notices that you walk away holding a glass of chmapange as soon as the ceremony begins. You have been drinking for a while, he has noticed it. You went towards the exit, outside the house where there are no crowds, no eyes, no people and no questions.

Haibara leans towards Geto whispering, "Now, they're going to exchange traditional jewellery that has been passed down since generations."

Geto just gives him a nod and suddenly, Nanami's words echo at the back of his mind,"don't you know to whom Gojo-san gave those anklets?" He gulps, his vision becomes blur for a second and before it gets worse he stands up, smiling towards Haibara he excuses himself out of the ceremonial arena. He walks towards a less crowded place where nobody can see him, nobody will know about him and then he picks up a sweet alluring scent. He lets his eyes scan the place around,and then spots a woman dressed in red dress standing by the pavement.

"Hi" Suguru greets and his eyes go wide seeing you. He notices a whole wine bottle in your hand. Ahh!that's why. He must admit you have a very oddly sweet scent. But why are you here? Maybe you are waiting to meet someone, perhaps your lover, or your alpha otherwise why would you let your scent hit the air so freely. He can not help but think why you are alone, here, out in the cold.

"Oh! hi" You greet.

"waiting for someone?"

"what?" You say and then pick up on his cue. "No, no. Just having some fresh air,"

"Do you mind?" He asks letting his eyes scrutinize your body from head to toe extending his hand to his collar, freeing the button.

"what?" You yell."absolutely not. what're you even thinking?" Suguru scoffs as you misunderstand his intentions, giving you the shawl to you. "This is ridiculous." You add and then turn on your heel to leave but a warm shawl wraps around your body. You look at him and find him inches away surprised that he picked up on the fact that you were cold; not only that, you were cold and drinking to keep yourself warm, even got your hormores worked up for that, but generally it is said that an alpha's presence soothes an omega but what exactly would you hope for when everything around you keeps dying?

"I don't know if it's the alcohol, but you don't seem that bad now." you mutter.

"Thanks?" Geto shoots you his heartwarming smile. "How drunk are you?"  He can smell the alcohol on you now.

"Can I kiss you?" 

"WOAH! A lot, okay." he exlaims with utmost amusement but then, notices that you are staring at him, and as you do your smile keeps stretching. 'okay. now YN is just teasing me'. You laughter finally breaks as you finish the rest of the champange.

"Are you really laughing at me Miss Y/N L/N?"

"umm-hmmm" you nod and glup before saying, "What're you gonna do about it?" Geto looks at you, studies you, thinks you really do not have any idea who exactly you are you messing with. He takes a few steps towards you taking the bottle from your hand.

"Nothing. do you want me to do something about it?" There is a pout on your face; your eyes are not at him anymore but a little downwards, on his hand upon the bottle he is holding.

"No,"

"but you're thinking about it," Geto presses further.

"nope." You shake your head in denial.

"so, you do not think about me?"

"nuh-huh"

Geto inclines a little, near your ear and whisperes, "but i have so many improper thoughts about you,YN." As he retreats he watches your eyes go wide, eyebrows stretch upwards and lips part. Geto could not control himself anymore. It was his turn to laugh seeing your face fall like that as if you have seen a ghost. "God. i can't belive you fell for it," You let him drink in the petty victory he just had and then carefully ask so that he does not mis-hear neither misunderstand.

"what did you mean when you said you had improper thoughts about me?"

"It was just a joke-he says and you take a step towards him. He backs away. As you take another step you notice him grabbing the bottle of the neck firmly and step away.

"So," you utter,"you think about me? Well, there is nothing wrong with that but," You pause and he waits for you to continue.

"What would you do if i said yes?" Geto asks unable to bear what were you about to say next and whatever that may be.

You smile and it ticks him off further. "How about i show you how improper are my thoughts about you?" He watches your smile fade instantly and then silence surrounds you both but not for long, "Its such a shame, that i can't show you 'cause i don't think you can . . ." He mouths the rest, "have sex with me."

Naturally you protest. Nobody likes losing at bed so Suguru grabs your hand and drags you to the nearest room in this mansion. It is a spare room perhaps, at least its clean and there is a bed.

"what're we doing here?" He asks pushing you onto the bed. You sit at the edge of the bed.

"you tell me," Your words slur a little. "you dragged me into this room." Your heart beats pick up the light-speed as he locks the door.

Geto chuckles at your half-drowsy state saying, "If you are so hesitant to say the word, will you even do it right ?" He stands at the edge of the bed, tucking your hair as you look at him . . . so blur with each blink . . . and so big

"Why not? Why not I do it? I do it multiple times," Geto licks his lips holding back his smile.

"And what's that gonna be?" He puts emphasis on 'what' pulling away the shwal that covered the beauty of your off-shoulder dress. He gets on his knees to get a very view of your expressions, because you keep avoiding his eyes. It's adorable.

"Sl-sl-sleepex"

"What?" Geto's laughter echoes in the room. "You can't even say sex,"

You glare at him and wrap your arms around his nape. "sleepex" you repeat.

"Stop. you're making it sound cute,"

"Say that, i'm hot."

"i'm hot," Geto says with stren voice, serious look on his face watching you glow in laughter like a pearl in an oyaster. "Y/N, are you sure you wanna do this?" He carefully lays you on the bed with one of his toned muscular arms wrapping around your waist while your hands wrap his shoulders.

"Of course i'm. i'm not doing this because i dont have to prove anything to anyone. I'm doing this for myself. I'm strong enough to do this," You move your eyes towards him, continuing "it's supposed to get better, right? but when? when does that happen? and when it happens please tell them. will you tell them?"

"umm-hmm" Geto just hums.

"Yes, please tell them." You murmur, your chest heavs and then as you exhale exhaustion lulls you into sleep.

"Y/N?"

The next morning as you wake, a terrible weight attracts your head back to pillow.

"Morning babe," A deep voice jerks you awake. Geto Suguru, half-naked, standing near the bed holding a glass of maybe a hangover cure

"what're you doing in my room?" you tartly ask. "and why aren't you dressed?"

"well, i wish i could only if you give me back my haori,"

"what exactly happend last night?"

"don't you remember?" Geto sits at the edge of the bed, his hand chinning you up. "I have never heard my name in so many acoustics," Your eyes go wide and just when you are about to say something Geto puts a finger against your lips, but does not touch them. "You were drunk, you fell asleep and i slept in the other room,"

"who changed my dress?" you ask doubting him unable get off this feeling of uneasiness.

"I did," Shoko answers entering the room. She pulls Geto's ear saying, "why did you tell her so soon? The fun was just getting started," Geto grabbed her hands and pulled her into the bed, and the jumping out of the bed. Before disappearing, he exclaims, "I'll tell why,what, where and everything if you tell me about how long you and Utahime have been fucking?"

"You stupid boy. Its called dating," she protests and jumps out of the bed following him leaving you alone with your thoughts. what the fuck just happened? moreover, uta and sho are fucking, dating? for how long?

Today there is no ceremony but a celebration for annoucning the wedding in different clans. Those who value and only prefer traditional wedding, they are here today. When you finally join the guests, you spot Geto swarmed by men you do not recognize. He looks a little disturbed, restless. You have not been able to talk to him since the failed prank night. Part of you is grateful for not taking advantage of you in your drunk state, while the other part is just curious to know what would he have done if you were not drunk. So, you cook up some courage and finally when he is alone you walk up to him to talk.

"Hi,"

"Hello"

"I just wanted to thank you for-"

"-for not taking advantage of your drunk state?" He finishes your line and then bites his bottom.

"Yeah. however, improperly you thought of having me," You add further.

He clicks his tongue,"about that," and then a chuckle follows.

"Getou-san," You call him pasuing his laughter, having his eyes on you, "I'm not drunk today,"

"Yeah? but we have a lot of -

"Perhaps you didn't hear it well,"

"I'm not drunk today," He repeats your words realizing the meaning behind it but then his eyes shift towards Miss Haibara who is currently speaking to Mahito. Mahito, that fucker, who invited him here?

"excuse me, i'll just be back in a minute," As he excuses himself you notice him talking to the bride for a while and then he dashes out of the arena. When you follow him, you find him standing against the pool side alone looking at the water.

"Geto-san?" you call but he does not answer. So, you touch his arm and he jerks it off instantly. "Relax, its just me," you say but when his eyes fell on you, it is so distant as if you are seeing him for the first time. He seems like a totally different person.

"Tsk," Geto clicks his tongue and then leaves without saying a word. You stood there for a while and then, quitely you joined your friends. Yeah, that is what you have been doing since day one, talking and chatting with friends, catching up with them. But they are all busy, Shoko and Utahime are together at a table, Haibara is talking and attending the guests, Mei-Mei busy getting some guy's attention. He must be someone rich. You are just all alone. Your eyes scan all the guests and then stills at a particular figure. A tall man with white hair, eye so as blue as the sky, wearing a wedding suit, the diamond shining on his ring finger and he shoots a smile at you. You start to walk towards him but something stop you, Shoko's hand. "Y/N you okay? you look as if you've seen a ghost," she is so blur right now. You close your eyes and then open looking at his direction; he is gone. It has been a while since Satoru has not visited you for a while. Even now, as you try to uproot him from your life he comes boucning back. When this is going to end? when will be over him? why did he had to leave anyways that day?

It is almost midnight. You are as usual at the pool side, but today you are here for a reason. The sky tonight is adorned with stars and among those million stars two of them would be your parents. You heard a set of footsteps knowing full well in your gut that who could it be. "can't sleep?" You registered his presence as he sat beside you but you did not bother to answer him right away. "I was looking for you," Suguru added; turning your head in his direction you smiled. He swore his heart just stopped for a second. Maybe you are angry or gonna yell at him or slap him or maybe do nothing at all, just ignore him which is the worst.

"In the middle of the night? what for?" You pause to inspect his expression for a moment. Suguru tries to say something. He still feels bad about how he walked away from you in the middle of the ceremony. He will get an earful from Kento and Yu tomorrow for abandoning the ceremony like that, but what unsettles him is the fact that he hurt you; he knows he did, and he can see it on your face even now. He has fucked omegas, even betas before and never before has he had to cross so many bumps. Perhaps, it is harder because you are connected to his friend's circle.

Suguru's eyes glanced downwards. He picks his nails before grabbing your hand to pull it upon his face, "I wanted to see you."

"I think I missed you." There is confusion lingering in his eyes as your palms remain fisted. You slowly let your fingers touch his skin pushing him to the point of closing his eyes. His head arches, and tilts before his lips peck your palms.

"I don't have your friend with me tonight." You say and it seems that he knew what exactly you meant. He does not answer just stares, longer than usual. Did he think that you'd let him fuck without protection?  It is such a shame that you think so; did Suguru want to see you just for the sex, just to keep the end of his bargain or whatever silly challenge you two had? He is now more confused than before; like are you angry at him or just upset? He stands up without letting go of your hand.

As he guides you to his room, you remember the previous failed attempts but his deep, commanding tone interrupts. "Don't worry. I have it with me." He lets you enter the room first, still holding your hand; placing a kiss on your cheek he makes you twirl once and lets go of you. He pushes the door with his foot without averting his eyes from you, leaning against it.

"What was that for?" You chuckle and ask. There is slow jazz music playing. You look around till you find the source, an old vinyl player.

"Wanna dance?" Suguru asks. "With me?" and all he gets as a response is a dip in between your eyebrows, a long hum and an upside curve of lips. He chuckles at your expressions and walks towards you.

"I don't know, can you?" you say as he tries to put his arm around your waist.

Another challenge. So amusing. You bite your lip as he leans towards you. There is a fair amount of space between you and him, still, you swayed back, just a little. "um. You wouldn't know unless you try," he said flattening his palm before you. You narrow your eyes on him, giving him a look full of scepticism but as you keep your hand in his he lets out a throaty chuckle.

"what's wrong?" you ask but that just expands his laughter.

He cleared his throat, and scratched his nose before saying, "Your hands are so small." You look at your hands and think how funny it is that he noticed it now even though he had a lot of chances to map his hand against yours. Your nostrils flair up in embarrassment with a slight tinge of anger making you pull away your palm and step backwards.

Suguru's instincts kick in. "Backing down from a challenge so soon, huh?" He asks holding tight on to your hand before pulling you into his body. He seems so firm against you. No wonder your small hands made him laugh. You wanted to say something but as you opened your mouth to speak, you realized how dry your throat is. Wetting your lips you guide his hand around your waist. As both of you start to dance, it seems that your body is practically glued against his. The feeling of skin against the skin with just the barrier of clothes in between, breaths hitting each other, and some wild thoughts running behind those eyes as they look into each other. His hand which you guided at your valley of waist has now travelled upwards enough to undo the zip. You think he is gonna unzip your dress but rather he lets you one slow twirl and then pulls you into his body again. He leans into your ear and you think he is finally going to kiss you. Maybe there is a 'no kiss on the lips' rule or he starts with a neck, or behind the ear but you hear his hoarse whisper, "Are you on suppressants?" You open your eyes, surprise takes control of your body. You blink, and you bite your bottom lip.

NO. "should I have been? I mean people don't generally use suppressants anymore. And, my heart cycle is not unruly but maybe I should have been. . . but who knew I'd sleep with an alpha...and your thoughts keep spiralling. Geto takes your silence as a 'YES' and takes this opportunity to grab your face and kiss your lips. The sweet scent of wine lulls your spiraling thoughts and you grab onto his wrists deepening the kiss. You whimper as he pushes his tongue. Okay, so he likes to take things fast. why did you think it otherwise again? He unzips your dress swiftly. Without finding the hook of your bra, he breaks the kiss, a little bashful about how ready you are: oozing with a desire to mate, not taking suppressants; he wonders if he will find a panty under your dress if he ran his fingers up along your inner thighs.

"Kiss me again," you demand and as both of you recollect breaths, you stand on your toes trying to kiss him but he moves his face away. Suguru licks his lips. You are going fast, and he does not want that. He wants this to be agonizingly slow, so slow that you have to beg him and when this is all over everything will be drilled in your mind. The rejection does not surprise you, nor hurt you but it does make you nervous. Maybe he is the type to fuck only after getting a blow job. Your hands are now upon his chest and his around your torso but when you try to push him away, you fail; he does not let you. What he does sure tingles your skin. He keeps up with your eager curious eyes, and his index and thumb pinch your half-aroused nipple. Just another whimper escaped from you before it became fully aroused. But your parting mouth, closed eyes as he touches you more, squeezes your boob harder threatens him to give you what you want and silence those needy whimpers but instead, he lets his instinct take over. Suguru kisses your neck, slowly, as his hand abuses your boob. Your body arches a little and he pushes his leg in between yours. The sucks start to get strong before his teeth come to play while his knee nudges your vagina. As your hands run through his long shoulder-length hair he presses his knee against your cunt and he feels your warm juices coating his slacks. He takes a break from bruising your neck anymore only to say, "Seriously? no pants either?" Just how desperate are you, yn?

"Ugh! I had no idea that we'd do this today after you-" You pause noticing a crease in his eyebrows and regret accumulates at the pit of your stomach.

"Yeah, about that. I just needed to cool off." He lets his nose nestle against your cheeks as he whispers, "Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." You let out a short-lived chuckle thinking how he thought it hurt you. It did, but not too much to lose your sleep over it so that Geto finds you sitting by the poolside at midnight.

"umm-hmmm," a quiet hum before his hands travel under the skirt of your dress. He cups your bare cunt before ruthlessly pushing his finger inside you. You grab his loose t-shirt as he starts to move his finger, slowly, in and out. The veil of pleasure slowly starts to encapsulate you making your legs weak. Unable to hold himself back, he starts to kiss you again because every time he does your nose and lips become a little red. You can not see them but he can; the parted lips, reddened nose and lips, and that panting face craving for more is just the other side of a full moon.

"wanna take this to bed?" he says pulling just a thread away from your lips. You just give him a nod. He cleans his middle finger by licking them, watching your face fall. "What?"

"never do that again," you exclaim with surprise as he drags you to his bed. There is an adjacent bedroom where Suguru generally brings his girls but not tonight, tonight is not just special but just different from his other one-night stands. He sits at the edge of the bed, pulling you into his lap effortlessly. It takes you with so much surprise that he has such strength in him.

"You think, we would do this again?"  he asks pulling your legs to one side.

"what? no"

"why 'no' why not 'oh yes' ?" and both of you share a laugh before he sternly commands. "put your hands around me, in."  And you do, you listen to him. You curl your arms around his shoulders and at the same time, feel two of his fingers push inside you. He does not make you wait much as he picks up the pace. Two fingers move up and down, rashly and your mind becomes mushy again. Suguru lets out a chuckle as your hand grabs onto his shirt. You let out a sharp moan, feeling his teeth on your nipple over your dress. He desperately sucks on to them over the cloth.

"wait, lemme just," and you push your dress down to your waist without any hesitation. Sure, Suguru likes bold girls but you are not just bold, you are a little unaware of the consequences of such bold, unfiltered coupling and that too without being on suppressants. Suguru takes his fingers out of your cunt and grabs your boob which has been neglected till now. While his mouth sucks the other, his palm starts to massage. Part of him thinks, maybe you are entering your heat cycle. Sometimes coupling with an alpha might commence an omega's heat cycle; the other part of him thinks that a feisty girl like you would be able to sense if one is entering into a heat cycle. Besides, it would be a hassle to have sex with an omega who is about to enter her heat cycle. Some people might love to do it, but not him. Some omegas become too demanding at this state and with the minimum time he has spent with you, it would be a gamble to predict how you would be in bed during the heat cycle. Suguru pulls away from sucking your tits and looks at you. You let his hair lose, carcasses through his wavy locks, skim through his hair and finally tug at his hair exposing his neck this time. He has you now seated cross-legged on his lap. He feels the strain in his sweatpants. All he wants to do is to have you all on fours and fuck you till he feels the high of it. But he lets you do what you are trying to do: following his patterns. Omegas generally do it, while being in the heat or the advent of it but you would not do it. You are not in your heat cycle, are you? As you kiss him, suck his skin and bite near his collar bones one of his hands supports you while the other aid to the strain in his pants but he fails at that deliberately because every time you buck your hips.

"Wait, stop. Lemme just make it easier for you." He barks and scoots backwards against the headboard. You get rid of your dress and discard it on the floor. Suguru's eyes travel up and down your body. Your body is not spotless, there are moles, stretch marks, and cuts and he leans forward to find out how it would feel against his lips and tongue you stop him. You run your hands from between his collarbone and his navel bottom. "Haha fair enough," he says and gets rid of his t-shirt. You take his cock out of his pants rubbing the foreskin, touching the tip before adjusting it to your entrance. Suguru grabs the condom from the drawer but sees you struggle to sit on his cock, the same question reverts in his mind. The answer to it could only be yes and at the same time, you would not realize the gravity of your state would be because this is the first time you are having sex with an alpha. So, carefully he chins up your face and asks, "Yn, is this your first time with an alpha?"

"Yes." Finally, you said something instead of nodding. He was starting to get worried. Wait. what? You said what? A yes? Oh, a thousand heaven fucks!

"Is that bad?" You ask seeing him glitching like that.

"Nope. Not at all," He quipped. He scratches his forehead in frustration with his thumb because he is sure he is responsible for your current state since you were sober and perfectly in your senses just a while ago; Fuck! he knew it was a bad idea to fuck you in his room and also not to let you take suppressants. He curls his arm around you immediately he lays you flat on his bed. "Alright! yn. Listen to me and Listen to me very carefully," He says and you smile like a baby, like that day when you were drunk. He hates this. Oh God! he hates this so much. "If you feel anything is gonna hurt you, just tell me. You get it?" He stares down at you as you watch him intently with your eyebrows congested. He pushes aside your hair and clusters them in his hand. "You understand. You nod." You give him a nod, saying, "Sure. Got it." You thanked the heavens for being able to respond properly. Not only this is your first time with an alpha, but also like the 'first time.' ever. Geto is gonna flip out if he finds out about that too. He grabs two pillows, one he places under your head and the other under your lower back. He captures all his hair and ties it in a bun. "Tell me if it hurts," he says before pushing the crown of his head inside your feminity. You grab the pillow in anticipation but slowly feel him pushing inside you, filling you and you release a full long breath as he starts to move in and out, slow and steady so it would ease your entrance. He hunches down, his nose grazing against your hot skin along your cheeks and he starts to pick up the pace a little."You okay, yn?"

"Yeah, I'm okay." You answer and feel an immediate strong push against your hips. Suguru grunts feeling you sheath him. "Suguru," you call his name softly, hesitantly.

"Am I hurting you,yn?" He asks with a worried tone.

"Uhmm. no. no. I think you didn't wear a condom," you exclaim showing the packet. And it strikes him that he could use your state to his advantage. Your senses are dull, you are vulnerable, needy and so very tempting. why should he resist you when he is barely holding back?

"Well, shouldn't you have told me before I put us inside you?" he exclaims menacingly watching the light in your eyes fade. "Don't worry I'll pull out." He scoops you into his lap starting to buck his hips against you. "I'm good at that,"  Well, of course you are, Mr.Cassanova; that worried you for a second, bringing back flashbacks that you ought to keep sealed, flashbacks that seemed memories of another person, flashbacks that are like yellow snow.

"you can get louder, can't you?" Geto rasps before he grabs your forearms, tightly as you bob up and down. You bite the inner flesh of your bottom lip tp hold off your smirk. Looking down for a bit, you notice that half of his cock is still not inside of you and, all you want is to milk him dry, fuck him till he passes out. You look at Suguru again, asking, "I can?" resting your hands over his shoulders testing his waters now. He just shoots you a cocky smile before putting his mouth against your skin. This time its so abrupt, so brutal that it makes your eyes go white, teeth abusing your lower lip and hands trying to push him away. Suguru feels your nails scratch his shoulders as he goes down taking your pebbled nipple into his mouth and sucking it so hard that it makes you release a welp followed by a shriek. "See. You can do a lot better" He says peering at you. The glisten in your eyes makes his heart thrum faster. "Ahh!fuck this," he growls before shifting his hands on your waist to provide more force to your thrusts. And after a few long and strong thrusts he leans against the headboard watching you pick up the pace. It just hits the right spot with so much precision that keeps you going. Watching you bounce, seeing every lavicious expression you make. . . he is so going to come back to this memory if he ever has to take care of himself. His watches you as he interlaces his fingers with yours. He can feel it, how close you are, the stronger your grip grows in between his hands, the slower your thrusts get pushing you closer to the high and then, as you recoil like a bow wetting his cock it becomes harder not to blow his load inside of you.  "Sorry," he mutters under his breath before freeing one of his interlaced hand from yours to hold you as he lays you flat on the bed again. You squirm, you writhe as he plunges deep inside you. You just came, and now feeling his cock move in and out, it aches your muscles yet you still grab onto his biceps, nails digging as he thrusts his hips. He is panting so hard, you could feel his breath hitting your face everytime he thrusts; without thinking you curl your free hand around his nape, pulling him into a kiss, sucking his lips and pushing your tongue while he keeps thrusting. But the moment you wrap your legs around his torso, he starts to get vocal and fidget. Pulling away from the kiss, he unwraps your legs and holds your calf muscles, gently and keeps up with his loud estatic pumps until he finally lets his head arch back, let go of your legs, pulling his cock out of you spreading his seed over your belly and bosom. Both of you stare at the ceiling as both of your breathing becomes even.

Suguru gets up from the bed and checks his watch. It is almost three in the morning. Yeah, he might just miss tomorrow which would have some grave consequences. "water?" he asks turning around finding you standing behind him. It startles him. You have cuurently taken hostage of his favorite shirt. It fits you perfectly, just a little oversized. You are still oozing with desires, he can sense it and he feels horribly guilty for doing this to you. At dawn, when you will be rested and fresh, it would all come back to you. He closes the gap in between you two, " drink some water," You hesitantly take it and finish the whole water bottle.

"i'm hungry. i should just go back to my room, freshen up and eat something." You murmur to yourself handing him the bottle. You feel estatic, lighter than usual, yet you feel each and every vein running under your skin is on fire.

"Nah! don't go, yn." Geto exclaims hugging you from the back, "This is my house, remember? you wouldn't know where to find food at this hour." He says placing a kiss on your forehead. He puts something on and tells you to freshen up before disappearing out of the room.

When he comes back, he finds you standing in front of the balcony all refreshed, dressed in a white short frock with frills. He has never taken care of someone when they are in heat. He keeps the tray full of food and stands beside you watching the stars. There is a shooting star sailing across the sky and you say, "when i was a child, i used to think that my mom and dad are gonna travel back to me, like that." A scoff and then you look at Geto. "Thanks for the food you say," before grabbing the tray full of food and sitting on divan that had an extension to use as a table. Before you start to eat, you say, "I've already drawn a bath for you. Go freshen up,"

"Yeah right."

"Oh!" you exclaim grabbing a grape, " and suguru. . ." you throw the grape to his direction and he catches with his mouth. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Geto keeps on chewing the grape knowing perfectly well what you were trying to say.

"No, I don't think so," he exclaims with a smile stretching up to his ears. is he blushing?

"cool then," you concentrate back on your food.

Standing under the shower Geto traces back his decisions. He should not have fucked you today or tried to keep you off suppressants. He never should have pursued you because now all he is filled with is nothing but the guilt of pushing you into heat. Wait, isn't that a good sign? He  to never fucked an omega without them being on pills, but now that he did it was only natural that it would turn out this way. He will just ask if he can help you with it or not when he gets out of the shower. Geto hears a sharp click and he starts to feel empty like one side of an hour glass. He quickly wraps a towel, and walks into his room but he does not spot you anywhere. You were just gone. Surely, he would see you at the breakfast but at least you could have said something before leaving or could have slept with him. He would have kept you warm, comfortable and sane rather than some pills. Why didn't you think of that? Well, whatever he could just ask you tomorrow that if he can help with 'it' since he is responsible for it; going to your room now would make him seem too desperate, he does not want that. He takes his phone to text you. should he? His eyes fall on the shirt that he made you wear on the prank night and picked up his phone.

[ you forgot your dress, ] and with that he went to sleep. Tomorrow he is gonna ask about how he was he. . . and one more thing.

A few minutes later, the phone awakes; a reply came : [ no. i didn't. at least check before you say that . . . or is it that you miss me already? ]

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Heatwave: Day 8

tw: explicit content, yandere. 3k words. Geto/Reader. omega!reader, alpha!geto. yandere!geto, captivity, 0 fucking boundaries oh my god, EXTREMELY controlling behavior, public sex but is it public if they're just monkeys? geto says no

Prompt: Omegas kept in chastity cages so their pleasure belongs only to others.

So now you’re locked in a chastity cage.

You know the purpose of it. You don’t bother listening to Geto’s prattling, what he says the purpose of it is.

If you have to sit through more of the cult leader theatrics he so easily falls into, you might actually start screaming at him.

He’s doing it to humiliate you, and it’s working. He wants you to know that not only can you not cum without permission – you have to ask to touch yourself in the first place.

You have to go to him and confess your desires, instead of rubbing one out in some secret moment you can steal away from his prying gaze.

It’s even more humiliating that you now need to ask him to unlock you every time you want to use the restroom.

Were he not aware that it would send you into complete hysterics, Geto would probably follow you into the bathroom and wipe you afterwards, too.

And it’s not even that he doesn’t want you to go into hysterics. Geto, you’ve started to learn, loves you like that, especially.

Terrified, panting and panicked, tears of fury and anguish blotting your vision. Leaking pheromones that beg for him to comfort you, reassure you. The scent of your desperation flitting through his senses.

You think he’s saving it, like a little treat for himself when he has a bad day.

Portioning off the pieces of your sanity into bite sized snacks for him to indulge in at his leisure.

This is the next bite, it seems.

It’s his eyes that give him away. Dark and violet, dilating as you unwillingly scent the air with your arousal. 

“I just want to make sure you’re coming to me when you need something,” He purrs with too much satisfaction to be innocent, “You’re my omega. It’s my duty as an alpha to take care of your needs… and you’re so quiet about these things sometimes. This will help you learn to rely on me.”

Geto says it, like he’ll unlock you if only you ask. Like you’re being stubborn, and an easy climax is only a request away.

And you’re sure it will be, the first time. Maybe even the second, and the third. Perhaps fourth, too, if he’s being generous.

But Geto is a greedy little thing to his core. Never matter what you concede to him in the moment, no matter how satisfied he is, he’ll always be back for more, eventually. More of your submission, more of your pleasure at his hands, more of you.

He’ll drink it all up and set his empty cup in front of you, waiting patiently for you to pour out every last drop of your soul for him to savor.

All your struggles are in vain, of course, as they always are with Geto. He always wins. It’s like a compulsion – he can’t resist the urge to smother you every time he sees you.

When you give in for the first time it doesn’t feel relieving. All the pent up lust and desire; Geto had stoked it gleefully, not with any touches, but just with his presence as an alpha.

The broad, well-muscled figure he takes absolutely no shame in baring to you in nothing but a towel, pheromones that ooze off of him because your presence arouses him, the subtle bulge expertly hidden by his robes, which he makes no secret of when he pulls you into his lap.

The scent of him in your shared bed that accompanies you to sleep. A startlingly chaste embrace, his handsome face nuzzling into your neck, breathing you in like your scent is his air.

You’d never wanted to touch yourself so bad until he’d so blatantly removed the option. Never been so desperately ashamed of it before now.

When you do give in, it’s with the knowledge that you were always going to. And you’ll do it again, no matter how much you hate it.

But Geto doesn’t even let you hate it. Doesn’t let you pretend he’s just doing it all for himself (he is, he is, he is). Always acts like he's doing you a favor, like all you have to do is ask. All your struggles are by your own design, to hear him tell it.

It feels like the beginning of a long battle you never wanted to fight in the first place. You want out of the battlefield, out of the war. You’re trapped in the trenches with only Geto to guide you – and he only wants to pull you further in.

And he’s good at it. Too good at it. Asking you which way you think is out, letting you think it’s all your idea, ever-smiling and confident in the knowledge that all your turns will lead to him eventually.

The first time you give in, he’s almost giddy with self-righteousness. You almost expect him to push you down or bend you over, but instead he smiles kindly as he unlocks the belt and pulls the cage off you. Carefully catching it in his hands when it falls free, because god forbid you go without it for too long.

“Would you like to do it yourself?” He purrs, with barely contained excitement, “Or would you like me to help?”

You’d like him to leave the room so you could take care of it yourself. But you already know what he’ll say to that. He barely lets you use the restroom alone.

“I can do it myself,” You mutter, sitting on the edge of the bed while he nods indulgently. His smile is awful and wide. You have to look away from it.

His pheromones pick up, too, predictably, at the sight of you sitting, legs spread, cunt wide open.

Geto had graciously allowed you to choose whether or not to wear underwear over the cage, and you hadn’t seen much point in an extra step every time you begged him for a bathroom break.

You don’t meet his eyes. You stare at the floor as you spread yourself with your fingers, tracing and teasing at your entrance while you rub over your clit.

It’s laughable, how easy you are, now. How much you shiver at the lightest touch. The understimulation has you twitching, flinching away from the contact, dipping your fingers into your slick before you go back to rubbing over the hood of your clit. Rocking your hips to get the gentler, indirect stimulation just right –

“There, there,” The sound comes from across the room, “That’s just it. Would you like me to hold your legs for you?”

Almost on cue, as if your body is conspiring against you, your legs jerk as if trying to shut against the sudden, blinding contact.

(More likely, he’d simply noticed your urges before you had. You’re not sure which is worse.)  

You bite your lip, “It’s just – it’s just been a while, I’m fine.”  The last words come out petulant, demanding, but Geto lets you have it.

A few minutes in, still experimentally rubbing over your clit, alongside it, plunging your fingers in (shorter, smaller, not like his large hands), you are fighting the part of yourself that wants Geto to really let you have it.

This is harder, much harder than you’d thought it would be, especially because of the audience. Being watched is the opposite of arousing for you, even though your stupid omega biology is trilling at the presence of an alpha.

You must smell delicious right about now. He’s probably salivating at the thought of your taste. Ready and willing to run that hot tongue all over your cunt, gliding perfectly right where you need it, soft and slick and squishy and just enough to get you there, it always was.

Oh, he knows, too. You can feel him, even without looking, shifting his weight with an eagerness, crossing and uncrossing his arms with restless arousal. He’d been aroused before, you could smell that, but now you can smell him getting hard.

It wouldn’t be strange. You’re masturbating in front of him. This would actually be one of the most normal things he’d done –

Except you know it’s not your failed attempts at fingering yourself that’s doing it for him.

It’s that you’re failing.

It’s that you need – that you could use his help, that you know he is there, that he can smell you getting more and more frustrated as you shiver and scoot and impatiently rub yourself into painful overstimulation.

Geto knows he could do better. He knows you’re choosing to stumble helplessly over your own pleasure rather than ask him to help you. Like you’re bad at this, rather than your movements being awkward and rushed because you have an unwanted audience.

When you finally manage – after far too long – to wrench yourself to the edge in scathing, dogged strokes, the climax is almost as painful as it is pleasurable. Your clit burns and buzzes as the orgasm washes over you, and your real relief is that it’s finally over.

Surprisingly, this does very little to amend your sexual frustration as a whole.

Every time, Geto does this. He watches. He won’t leave you alone. Inching closer and closer while he watches.

Sometimes he touches himself in tandem. Gives you low growls and purrs of approval when you find a spot and rhythm that works for you, a shameful trickle of heat dripping through you at the noise. Lifting you ever closer –

But he doesn’t actually “help”. Doesn’t touch you. And that’s starting to get to you, too, you can tell.

The scent of him, the one that he makes when his eyes are wide and dilated at the scent, when the throbbing between your legs becomes so uncomfortable, the heat under your skin so insistent that it’s worth it to you to ask him again, just to get rid of the infuriating urge.

Whenever he pulls off the cage you can feel your cunt pulsing already, slicking up for the inevitable in anticipation.

He has you trained like a dog, and you’re sure he knows it, too. You’re sure it turns him on.

Your heat is coming up and you know it’s just a matter of time. You won’t be able to do it alone, you won’t even be able to want to do it alone.

You’ll want him, Geto, your alpha by your side, you’ll cry and whine and beg for him and he knows it, too. You’ll feel like you’re dying whenever he’s not touching you.

Like a fever, it builds deep inside you. It has you squirming from side to side, fidgeting, crossing and uncrossing your legs to relieve some of the building ache between your legs. The cage prevents all but the most basic stimulation, pressure getting through, but little else.

And it’s worse than nothing getting through. Because if you cross your legs just tight enough, there’s a pleasant little squeeze.

If you sit back on your heel the right way it presses down, but it’s not enough.

It could never be enough; that was the point.

All it was ever going to do was get you more worked up.

An arm around your waist, pulling you against Geto’s side, shushing and holding you still like a wriggling kitten.

That’s how he always makes you feel; it’s effortless for him to take hold of you, move you, throw or pin you with just one arm. There’s no concern on his part over how much you struggle; rather, how to still that struggling without hurting you too much.

And it plays to your instincts, too. There’s a terrible, primal allure to an alpha who is strong enough to subdue you with brutal efficiency, but chooses to do so delicately, with your comfort in mind if not your consent.

He makes rules for you and he keeps to them, a reliable mate that sings to your desire to be kept, held, protected.

Your alpha will take care of you, whether you want it or not. He’ll know what you need, when you need it, and he’ll make sure you get it always. Nothing can go wrong because he won’t let it.

He’ll never get angry with you, never get tired or bored. The alpha of every omega’s dreams; calm and powerful and always acting in your best interests.

And even when you hold yourself back, even when you resist, you can’t control what happens after. How he coos over you, tells you what a good job you’ve done.

Petting your hair, holding your exhausted body close while he lines the cage up with your poor, swollen cunt and locks you back in.

Why are you struggling? Why do you make yourself suffer?

You know you're truly gone when you start asking yourself the same questions he does.

Giving in to him is as easy as breathing.

Your heat is coming on anyways. You’ll surrender so much more when all you can think about is getting his knot in your cunt and keeping in there.

What’s a little piece now? What’s an appetizer, a tiny bite stinging at your pride, when soon you’ll be begging and mewling for him shamelessly, desperately?

It feels so easy, so right, to just nod quietly, red-faced, and let his smile grow even wider as he descends upon you like a starving wolf upon a lamb.

And it’s relieving. Letting him do it, take control.

Geto is so good at it, fingers quick on your cunt, your clit, his clever tongue and wide lips mouthing over you with the certainty he has in every word he speaks.

Even as raw as it is, your cunt slicks up under his touch, the oversensitive buzz deepening to an electric tingle that has you shaking down to your bones.

You gasp and weep and one of his huge hands finds your hair while the other slips into your cunt. It’s been ages since you’ve been fucked but you open up so easy for him, his scent permeating the air,  

And once he’s made you cum once, wringing it out of you after “All that time you spent getting yourself worked up, wasn’t is so much easier to let me do it?”, Geto doesn’t stop there.

No. He has to be intimate, has to be affectionate. He settles you against him in a facsimile of love, while your body is still lax and pliable, while the airy pleasure is still bubbling through your veins.

When you’re like that, happy and fuzzy and limp in his arms, he purrs his smug questions in your ear:

“Mmmh, so cute, do you want another one? Mouth or hands this time?”

“There, there. Doesn’t that feel good? Your alpha makes you feel so good, don’t you? Sweet little omega.”

“You know how much I love you, don’t you? You feel it right now. Say it for me.”

With his hands caressing you there isn’t even a thought of resistance, denial. You follow along with the sweet, low voice that always makes you feel good.

“I know you love me, Geto.”

“Suguru." He corrects, "Suguru loves you, your alpha. And how do you know I love you, my darling?”

“Hhhh…” You drift off, his long fingers driving into the knots of your shoulders, working you even looser, “Because… you make me feel so good… Suguru…”

“Mmmm…” The purr he makes of satisfaction radiates through you, and it’s all just warm, fuzzy bliss to your helpless omega brain, “Don’t I always? I take such good care of you, don’t I, darling?”

“Yes,” You agree, tilting your head back for him to kiss, nip at it, “You always take care of me. My alpha, the best alpha…”

“Oh? What a good, sweet little thing you are. You want to cum again before I put it back on? Since you’ve been such a good omega.”

And you like to think that it’s just the happy hormones of your climax, just the irrepressible pheromones that hook into your dopamine receptors and tug your brain inside out for him to pick apart.

But the truth is, Geto knows you. He’s always known you, so, so well. And even if you think this is surrender, you know he can do so much worse.

It’s worse, now, with him growing bolder. Sitting you on his lap to listen to hapless followers prostrating and sniveling before Geto.

He smiles, nods, an expression of vacant amusement drifting over his face.

The picture of casual control, an easy kind of power that doesn’t need to be projected. If Geto merely gazes in a certain direction, all attention in the room will soon follow.

His entire body, his pheromones, the arm he warps around you to hold you into his lap, it all screams alpha.

And you feel it, you feel it, it’s coming on and you can’t help it. You know he must have smelled it on you, Geto knew your heat was coming, so –

Burning burning, the heat sears you from underneath your skin. It’s like your whole cunt is throbbing where it’s confined, aching and empty.

So it was all right, then, he must have been expecting –

“G-Geto,” His name comes out as a soft, warbling sound.

The arm around your waist gives a tight pinch and a click of his tongue.

A whimper. “Suguru…” Pitiful, pouty, that’s what you’ve been reduced to. You’re almost as pathetic as the people bowing before him. He respects you just as much, you’re sure.

“What is it, my dear?” He hums, but he knows, he already knows. His hand is reaching under, around your waistband, toying with the belt.

Geto knows what you want. But it pleases him, always, to make you ask.

You feel eyes on you, so many of them. Silence in the air as everyone listens. To Geto, the room may as well be empty, which is why he didn’t care if you were in heat when you brought him here.

It’s wet, now, dripping out between the very edge of the chastity cage, leaking on the inside of your thighs.

You think he can smell it. You think you know exactly the face he’s making, the terrible smirk. But more than that, you smell it, him growing hard against you, his pleasure and excitement tinging the air.

Any other moment, you’d love to deny him. Yank this out from under his nose. But his hands against you sear, they’re so wide and grasping and you want want want –

“Suguru, I’m,” you pant, open-mouthed, to feverish to even be ashamed of how you rub yourself against him, “I’m, I need you to, let, hhhh, let me, out… let me out, Suguru…”

“Mmmn?” It’s his dark eyes on you now, a weight that finally makes a difference. “Do you need help?”

There’s hunger in those eyes. Teeth in that smile. Eager for this latest, delectable bite.

And the worst part? You don’t even care.

You just want to cum.

“Please.”

[sixeyescurseuser]

hidden inventory a/b/o

Alpha Gojo grew up in a very traditional household. Of course he’s going to have questionable ideologies for how one’s assigned status should influence their behavior. 

Omega Geto hides his status because it makes him vulnerable. At least, Yaga-sensei had given him an earful about how dangerous it would be as a known omegan sorcerer. So Geto poses as a beta.

Everyone is supposed to wear scent blockers anyway.

As long as Geto’s scent doesn’t bleed through, he can bury the truth. 

Thus, their class consists of two alphas - Shoko and Gojo - while Geto is a self-proclaimed beta. 

During their first year, Gojo and Geto still bicker a lot despite always being assigned missions together. Geto is very protective about his room space (this ensures his scent is kept a secret) so the trio hangs out in either Gojo or Shoko’s room. 

By the end of their first year, Gojo realizes that he actually really enjoys Geto’s company. Geto treats him normally without fearing how Gojo’s alpha might react. It feels like he’s earned Geto’s tolerance and eventual respect too. 

And-

“Thank god none of us are omegas. That would’ve made shit ten times more complicated,” Gojo sighs. The three of them had just finished exercising their first special grade. 

Geto looks off to the side while Shoko cocks her head. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asks, sounding like she can’t believe what she’s hearing.

“Don’t you know that omegas are more sensitive to cursed energy? It messes with their hormonal balance,” Gojo says casually, naturally matching his gait with Geto. “That’s the main reason that there aren’t many omega sorcerers. They’re highly susceptible to cursed energy and can be sent into states of toxic shock, or even heat.”

Geto stares off into space while Gojo rambles. It’s like being thrown back to when he’d just joined Jujutsu High, Yaga-sensei had warned him about every risk factor of his status.

Shoko sighs from the other side.

“While that’s been true in some cases, it doesn’t mean every sorcerer who happens to be an omega will struggle with that. There’s methods to help build tolerance against cursed energy too,” Shoko rebuttals, casting a side glance at Geto. 

“Sure, but when exorcizing special grades, even first grades, an omega would only drag us down,” Gojo concludes. Wrapping an arm around Geto’s shoulders, he smiles widely. “Besides, we’re already the strongest!”

Geto only manages a small smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

***

Shoko can’t confirm her suspicions, but Geto had been uncharacteristically quiet for that conversation.

But she does have suspicions. Like that one time Geto was bedridden with a dangerously high fever, and demonstrated other symptoms that were suspiciously like a heat.The only thing that had worked was a suppressant shot that Shoko used as a final resort.

Another thing is that Geto purrs a lot but at a very low frequency, which isn’t typical of alphas. 

She is willing to bet that if they were allowed in Geto’s room, on his bed would be a semblance of a nest.

It gets even more obvious when they’re second years and Geto welcomes the new first years with a kind smile and warm-hearted words. Geto doesn’t feel threatened by the younger alphas at all. 

The same cannot be said for Gojo.

One of the dumb hierarchical things traditional families practice is the alphas on the lower ranks must answer to the higher-ranked alphas, aka only speak when spoken to.

Most of the time, Gojo won’t even speak so when it’s just him and the younger classmen, it’s both quiet and awkward.

Meanwhile, Geto is the most accommodating and considerate senpai. He praises his kouhai plenty, particularly Haibara, and invites them on all the second-year food outings.  

If Shoko is ultimately wrong in her guess, then their class is lucky that they have such a placid and balanced presence on the team. 

***

After a mission gone wrong that results in him losing a leg, it is revealed that Haibara had been an omega in hiding. Everyone is in shock, some more about his true status instead of the fact that he had nearly died had the second-years not been called for backup. 

Gojo’s comment of, “This is proof that it’s too dangerous for omegas to be in this field” sets Geto the fuck off. 

Geto is downright pissed.

“He should’ve known better, now he’s suffering the consequences,” Gojo tries arguing. He doesn’t expect that the next thing to happen is Geto’s fist colliding with his cheek. 

Gojo sputters. “Suguru, what the fuck!?”

Geto is breathing heavily himself, fingers twitching as he struggles to contain his temper. 

“You’re being so rude- no, you’re being worse than rude. That was terrible, Satoru. Even for you.”

“I-“

“You were what, just saying the truth?” Geto snarkily finishes Gojo’s sentence. “Well not everyone wants to hear the “truth” right now. Have some fucking decency because we almost lost one of our kouhai, omega or not. So if you’re not going to say anything nice, just fucking shut it.”

Geto stalks away before Gojo can say something to fix his statement. Geto then proceeds to ignore Gojo for the next twenty-four hours, basically avoids him like the plague, right before his solo mission at an abandoned temple.

It’s whatever, Satoru says shit like that all the time, Geto tells himself. 

He’s more than adamant enough to keep his own secret safe.

(2)

[andiftheycare]

abo is not really my thing and all - however!

Alpha Satoru who wears multiple scent patches to mask his crush for Beta Suguru; for whom Suguru actually has a scent, despite betas not having any scents whatsoever, and being actually driven insane by it because wtf is that but also being so so happy no one can smell how delicious Suguru is; who is 100% scenting Suguru but is not like Suguru has not know

(Suguru knows.)

And it’s not like he wishes to smell like Suguru himself (he does)(he googles variations of can a beta scent you if you’re an alpha multiple times and with different keywords)(he’ll justify this by saying it’s just because his rut is near)(it’s not)

Well, this particular pathetic Satoru is v dear to me.

(And this is the fic that put alpha Gojo x Beta Geto into my mind)

[bloody-bee-tea]

IntiMarch 2024 Day 10 - It doesn't change anything

The prompt for this was "It's just the two of us"

Suguru is lazily carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair when he speaks.

“How was it for you? Presenting?” he wants to know and Suguru hums in thought.

“Unremarkable,” he finally gives back and tugs on one of Satoru’s strands of hair when he pouts up at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that one moment I wasn’t an alpha and the next I was. It didn’t change anything. It didn’t mean anything to me,” Suguru replies and it’s not even a lie.

He presented so early that it barely made a difference for him at that time and Suguru never gave it much more thought than that. It happened. That’s all.

“I wonder how it’s going to be for me,” Satoru mutters out, stretching his long limbs on the bed. “How different things are going to be for me when I present as an alpha.”

That brings Suguru up short.

“But you’re not,” he says, frowning down at Satoru, who is still rolling around on Suguru’s bed as if it’s his.

“I’m not what?”

“An alpha. You’re an omega, Satoru,” Suguru gives back and he wonders how he even knows that.

No one can tell the orientation of someone who hasn’t yet presented; there’s no way to predict it, no indicator that points towards anything, no gene that can be analysed.

And yet Suguru is certain of it.

“Yeah, right,” Satoru laughs out. “The Six Eyes, an omega. Are you feeling okay, Suguru? Do you have a fever? Is your rut close and clouding your judgement?”

“Shut up,” Suguru huffs. “You know my ruts don’t affect me. And you being the Six Eyes has nothing to do with it. It’s just—you’re an omega,” he says again, because Satoru is, will be, and Suguru wonders how he could ever think anything else.

“How can I be the strongest when I’m an omega?” Satoru wants to know and that only makes Suguru frown harder.

“How can you not? Being the strongest and being an omega have nothing to do with each other. You’ll still be the strongest even as an omega.”

“But I’m not,” Satoru insists again, his whole posture rigid now where before it was loose and relaxed. “I’m not an omega.”

He sounds angry, mostly, but Suguru can detect the distress in his voice and he decides to drop it. It’s not as if he can explain how he knows this anyway—he doesn’t even understand it himself, after all—and so he simply shrugs.

“Okay, Satoru,” he gives back and pushes his hand into Satoru’s hair again. “You’re not.” Suguru can tell that his words do not appease Satoru, because he puffs out his chest as if he wants to go on arguing about this, and so Suguru quickly goes on. “You’re not anything yet, seeing as you are late.”

“I’m always late,” Satoru immediately proudly declares. “It’s fashionable.”

“If you’re five minutes late, maybe. Not an hour or longer,” Suguru chastises him, though his words lack heat. Satoru is never late to meetings with him and more often than not he manages to make Suguru late as well for any official meetings so it’s not as if Suguru is really in a position to say anything.

“Yeah, well, I’m never late alone, now, am I?” Satoru asks, a knowing sparkle in his eyes and Suguru flicks his forehead even though he can’t hide his smile.

“I’m still blaming you for my poor track record with Yaga,” he informs Satoru who really couldn’t care less it seems.

“The old guy deserves it. Running us ragged all the time; the least he can do is wait for us to shower after a mission,” Satoru huffs out and Suguru has to admit that he’s right.

He goes back to carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair again, enjoying the way he goes pliant and soft once more and while Suguru congratulates himself for a job well done on derailing the impending argument, the thought simply won’t leave Suguru’s mind.

Satoru’s an omega, he just knows it, and it doesn’t make any sense at all.

~*~*~

Suguru is unable to shake the knowledge that feels deeply ingrained in him about Satoru now that he said it out loud once and so he decides to prepare. If Satoru thinks he’s going to be an alpha, then he will not be prepared at all when he turns out to be an omega, and one of them has to be.

So Suguru does some research.

He reads every book and report he can find about the presenting of omegas; what to expect, what they need, how to care for them. He takes time after solo missions to ask around, get first hand accounts of other omegas and he meticulously notes everything down, all in the hopes of making it easier on Satoru when he does present.

If it turns out Suguru is wrong and Satoru is indeed an alpha, he’ll burn his notes but Suguru knows it won’t come to this.

He still has absolutely no explanation for how he can be so certain about this, and all of his research hasn’t helped with this. No one has experienced anything similar; sure, there are people who guessed the secondary gender of family members or friends correctly but they all admit that it was just that—a guess.

For Suguru it’s not a guess. He knows.

And it shouldn’t be possible.

He tries not to bring the topic up again with Satoru, not after how he reacted the first time but of course it’s Satoru who can’t shut up about it.

“Hey, Suguru?” Satoru asks, his head dangling off Suguru’s bed as he’s looking at him upside down. “Do you think something will change when I present as an alpha?”

Suguru has to bite back his immediate response to that and he covers it by shaking his head.

“Why would it?”

“I mean—you’re not very territorial, not yet, but isn’t that going to change with another alpha nearby? What if we can’t spend time together like this anymore?”

“You mean, how will you cope if you can’t steal my bed for yourself anymore?” Suguru lightly says and laughs when Satoru sticks his tongue out at him. “It won’t change a single thing, Satoru,” Suguru finally says and goes over to the bed to sit next to it, nudging Satoru’s head with his shoulder so he lifts it up and rests it on Suguru instead of letting it dangle down.

“How can you be so sure?” Satoru asks and Suguru can tell that he’s honestly worried about it.

He doesn’t have to be, of course, because he’s not going to be an alpha, but that’s not something Suguru can say to him and besides. It really doesn’t matter either way.

“Because it’ll still be you and it’ll still be me, no matter what. You could be the most dominant alpha in recent history and it wouldn’t matter to me.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely,” Suguru immediately gives back because he knows it. There is nothing in this world that could change how they are now.

They are Satoru and Suguru and it will always stay like that.

Besides, it’s not as if Suguru has any trouble with his alpha side; he presented so damn early that it’s almost as if he’s always been one and nothing has ever shaken him; no omega, no heat, no other alpha has ever managed to get a reaction out of him, so he doubts Satoru is going to be the first.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Satoru mumbles and turns his head so he can bury his face in Suguru’s hair. “You’re not allowed to let anything change this.”

“If we have to worry about anyone, it’s you,” Suguru gives back. “Who says you’ll be able to tolerate me close to you?”

“I will. No matter what, I will.”

“Exactly,” Suguru agrees because really, Satoru has his answer right there and it seems to be enough because Suguru can spot a smile on Satoru’s face.

“Exactly,” he echoes and then falls silent.

They stay like that until Satoru gets a crick in his neck and Suguru laughs at him.

~*~*~

When Suguru wakes up he is being blanketed by the most comforting, familiar, warm scent he has ever smelled and he allows himself a small smile.

Satoru presented then and he’s an omega, just like Suguru said he’d be.

Suguru doesn’t waste any more time in bed, he gets up and gets himself ready in record time, eager to go see Satoru, maybe tease him with a little ‘I told you so’ before he takes him out for dinner in celebration.

It’s going to be a good day.

At least Suguru thinks it will be, right until he opens his door and comes face to face with a haggard looking Shoko.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asks because her bags are even more pronounced than they were before and she lets out a weary sigh.

“Satoru presented,” she tells him and Suguru frowns.

“Yeah, I can tell. So? Where is he?”

“We had to isolate him,” Shoko says and that doesn’t sound right at all.

“Isolate him? Why?”

“Don’t you smell this? His pheromones are too strong.” She pushes a shaking hand through her hair. “It’s probably because he presented so late. At least two people tried to jump him already. Even I’m being affected.”

That brings Suguru up short.

Shoko is the most unflappable beta he has ever met; she’s able to treat both alpha’s in rut and omega’s in heat without any problem at all. To think that even she’d be affected by Satoru—

“Where is he?” he demands to know again because this can’t be right.

Today should be celebrated. He had a plan.

“We had to lock him up in a basement, near Tengen’s area.”

“You—locked him up?” Suguru breathes out because this is so, so wrong.

Everything he read about omegas presenting indicates they need a pack around, people they trust; to isolate Satoru from everyone at this moment—

“Are you not listening? No one can go near him without losing it! Even now it’s—” She tries to cover her nose and Suguru realises with a start that she’s still being affected, even this far away from Satoru.

“I can,” Suguru confidently says, because Satoru’s scent is only warm and comforting to him.

“Suguru, we have to wait for another omega to arrive. We can’t put anyone in danger, not any of us or Satoru himself. Yaga contacted our sister school. They have an omega there but it will take them a while to get here.”

“I’m not waiting that long. Satoru is not waiting that long,” Suguru tells her because he will not allow Satoru to suffer for a moment longer or have to rely on someone he doesn’t know, doesn’t trust.

That’s simply not happening.

“Suguru, you can’t!”

“Watch me,” he tells her and he doesn’t wait for Shoko’s answer before he leaves.

He doesn’t need her to tell him where to find Satoru; his scent is leading him there and soon enough Suguru stops in front of a door.

“Satoru, it’s me,” he says with a cursory knock before he walks into the room.

Satoru is curled up on the bed, a pillow in his arms and he makes such a picture of misery that Suguru’s heart constricts.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Satoru whispers out, without even lifting his head from the pillow and Suguru sighs silently before he walks over and curls up around Satoru.

“Don’t—” Satoru chokes out, and he tries to get away from Suguru. “You’ll lose it, too,” he miserably adds and Suguru huffs out a laugh.

“I’m not going to lose it, Satoru, don’t be silly,” he gently says and nuzzles the back of Satoru’s neck. “How are you feeling?”

Satoru takes his time answering but Suguru doesn’t push him; he’s more than content to hold him like that and he can tell that it’s helping anyway; Satoru’s pheromones are calming down more and more with every minute they stay like this.

“Is Shoko going to try and knock me out again?” Satoru finally whispers out and Suguru tries to push the spike of anger at that away.

“It’s just the two of us,” he promises Satoru, pulling him even closer. “No one else will come and try to knock you out or otherwise disturb us.”

“How did you—” Satoru clings to Suguru’s arm around him almost painfully “—how did you know?” he asks and Suguru can feel him shudder.

“I don’t know,” Suguru admits and noses at his neck again, trying to calm Satoru down.

Everyone he talked to said it would help, having someone close by, having pack near them, being smothered in physical contact. He’s intent on making this as easy on Satoru as he can.

“I just knew, really. I can’t explain it.”

And it’s not a lie; Suguru has never been able to tell with anyone but Satoru. Since he presented so early, Suguru has watched a fair number of people present and not once did he knew like he did with Satoru.

“And this? How do you know that this is helping?” Satoru whispers and he shudders in Suguru’s arm, though he seems more at ease already.

“I did my research,” Suguru tells him. “I know you only ever read about what to do when you present as an alpha but I tried to cover all the bases; I talked to Shoko to know what to expect in the case you present as a beta and I did my own research on what to do when you present as an omega.”

“Why is it not affecting you? Does that have to do with your research, too?” Satoru asks next and this is something Suguru has no answer for.

“I don’t think so. Shoko usually knows what to do when an omega presents but it’s no help to her. I don’t know why I’m not affected,” he admits but he doesn’t hesitate to nuzzle Satoru again.

He really does smell good, but it’s nothing like what Shoko made it seem like. It’s comfort and warmth and it doesn’t spark a single aggressive or uncontrolled urge in him.

“What do I smell like?” Satoru wants to know and Suguru takes this opportunity to press his face into Satoru’s neck, inhaling deeply.

“Like all of my favourite candies wrapped into one,” he finally says and it makes Satoru huff out a laugh.

“So bitter,” he sums up and Suguru smiles into his skin.

“Not at all. You smell sweet.”

They fall silent after that for a while, Suguru content with holding Satoru like this and Satoru relaxing gradually in his arms and just when Suguru thinks that his pheromones have calmed down a spike of anxiety goes through them.

“What’s wrong?” he wants to know, keeping his voice low, keeping Satoru safe in his arms, so he knows that nothing is going to happen.

“This is going to change everything,” Satoru finally says and it sounds so final that it almost makes Suguru growl.

“It won’t change a thing,” he vehemently gives back. “I already told you; nothing is going to change anything. You’re still Satoru and I’m still Suguru, that won’t ever change.”

“That was when I still thought I’m an alpha,” Satoru weakly replies. “Things are different now.”

“They are not. I’m not affected, and I won’t let it change a single thing.”

“It’s no longer in your hands,” Satoru whispers. “Yaga will already have informed my family.”

“So?”

“You don’t know, because you’re not from one of the great clans but—things are different for us,” Satoru explains and he smells so much like misery that Suguru almost feels sick with it. “I won’t be allowed to stay here. I’m no longer allowed to fight.”

“What the hell, Satoru, what else would they have you do if not what you’re good at?”

“I’m an omega, Suguru. I’m good for breeding and nothing else. Me especially, because of the techniques I inherited. They’ll want me to pass that on to someone who can use them, an alpha or even a beta. Not something like me,” Satoru says, his voice shaking and for a split second, Suguru sees red.

The thought of someone locking Satoru up, denying him what he really wants to do, touching him and laying with him when he doesn’t want it—it makes him want to tear someone apart.

“I’m not going to let them,” he promises and he means it.

No one is going to make Satoru do anything he doesn’t want to, Suguru will make sure of that.

Satoru huffs out a wet laugh as he turns around in Suguru’s arms. He seems surprised by whatever look is still on Suguru’s face and Suguru can tell that he takes a moment to make up his mind before he presses his nose to Suguru’s neck, inhaling deeply.

“Suguru,” Satoru finally mutters. “Am I yours?” he then asks and it feels as if Satoru upended a bucket of cold water over him.

Mate. Of course.

That certainly explains a few things, Suguru thinks, as he tries to wrap his mind around the fact that Satoru is meant to be his, has always been meant to be his. It’s why he instinctively knew his second gender and why he’s not being affected like everyone else.

“You smell like you’re mine,” Satoru goes on, not waiting for a reply, not giving Suguru a chance to digest this. “You smell like all of my favourite things.”

“And you smell like all of mine,” Suguru gives back, because what else is there to say and he can feel Satoru smiling against his skin.

“That’s how you knew I had to be an omega, right?”

“No,” Suguru replies, because if he’s certain about one thing then it’s this. “You would have always been mine, no matter what.”

“Even as an alpha?”

“Yes.” There is no doubt in Suguru’s mind that no matter what Satoru’s second gender is, he’d still feel the same towards him.

For him, it’s always been Satoru, he suddenly realises.

“I love you,” Suguru says and he knows Satoru well enough to know that he’s rolling his eyes.

“Of course you do, my pheromones wouldn’t allow anything else.”

“Not true,” Suguru says and nuzzles the top of Satoru’s head. “I don’t feel any different than last week, or even yesterday. More hungry maybe, thanks to your scent, but otherwise it’s all the same. I have loved you, even before this.”

“Same,” Satoru says, in true Satoru fashion and Suguru laughs, bursting with fondness for the boy in his arms.

“But if we’re mates, then your family can’t take you, right?” Suguru asks after a moment and Satoru tilts his head as if he’s inviting Suguru to bite him.

“They wouldn’t dare,” he agrees and Suguru’s teeth ache with the need to make Satoru his, wholly, completely.

He hesitates, though.

“You sure?” he wants to know, ghosting his lips over Satoru’s scent gland and making him shiver.

“Are you?” Satoru gives right back and boldly licks over the same spot on Suguru’s neck.

It’s an electrifying feeling.

“With you, always,” Suguru promises and the words have barely left his mouth before Satoru sinks his teeth into his neck.

It hurts, for a split second, until Suguru bites Satoru in return, and then there’s only bliss.

Satoru is his. He is Satoru’s. Everything is like it’s meant to be.

[lemonmaid]

Parenting 101

Enter gojo and geto pre-scenting items for their new pup

Warnings: omegaverse, toddler/Newborn reader, mentions of infertility, family Fluff. Worried Suguru, Gender Neutral reader, No one dies AU, modern AU

Did Suguru need to use Satoru's card and basically buy a whole store?

No.

But it wasn't like Satoru was going to complain or pay for it, that's the Gojo's Clan problem, plus they wouldn't care as long as it was for pup stuff.

“Papa, can we get McDonald's-”.

“I want a happy meal!”.

“No, I want KFC!!”.

“But we had that yesterday Mimiko-”.

Suguru pinched his nose, “no one is getting anything unless you start acting right, we are in the middle of the mall. Also it's almost dinner time, We have food at home”.

The four pups looked at Suguru wide eyed.

Megumi was starting to pout, the four year old's lip quivered, his milky scent quickly turning sour, Tsumiki noticed quickly, “Geto-san, Megumi is crying”.

Suguru sighed, picking up Megumi and pulling him into his neck. “Girls. Can you please grab the bags, we are going home”.

‘One more can't hurt he said, one more every time’

Satoru was currently at home with a lady that was currently filling out paperwork for a house study.

“So, Gojo-san. Four pups, you and your mate want one more?”.

Satoru huffed, “we… always wanted a big family…”

“How charitable-”

“Listen, can't you accept that we might actually like kids and want to have a loving family? we aren't in this for the money or tax benefits”.

The beta sighed, “Well… the house is big enough. Has enough bedrooms and bathrooms and I've already spoken to your mate and children the day before, I'll contact you when we find a good fit”.

Satoru sighed in relief. “Thank you so much”.

On cue, a tired Suguru, a sleeping Megumi and three rowdy girls walked into the house, “We're home!!”.

Satoru jumps up immediately, taking Megumi from Suguru, “Go rest hon, I've got it from here”. Suguru nods before dragging himself upstairs.

“Papa lied! There isn't any food!” Mimiko slammed the fridge-door.

Satoru nervously laughed, “she's joking”.

The beta woman raised an eyebrow, “here's my card info and the case number”. She says her goodbyes and leaves.

“Girls-”.

“I want KFC!!”

“Dad-”

“Gojo-san-”

“GIRLS!” Suguru yelled.

The three girls got quiet looking at Suguru who stood at the end of the stairs, “rooms now”.

The girls hurried to their rooms, leaving Megumi, who was napping on the couch.

“Is everything okay babe?”

Suguru sighed, “I'm just… nervous, stressed and overstimulated”.

Satoru wrapped Suguru in a tight hug, “it's going to be okay, we've done great with the other four, a newborn isn't any different”.

‘Isn't any different’. Suguru scoffed, when they took in Megumi and Tsumiki, Megumi needed to be potty trained and Tsumiki needed help brushing her teeth daily. Suguru sighed, “are we actually ready to have a newborn?”

Satoru shrugged, “I think so, I mean, the parenting books say we are ready”.

Suguru's eye twitched, “oh so what does the parenting say to do now”. He points up the stairs where the girls are eavesdropping. “Do we give in and buy KFC because I'm not touching a stove tonight-”.

“I'll cook”.

“You cannot cook”.

“Um… ramen?”.

Suguru sighed, “fine”.

As Satoru boiled water in the electric kettle, Suguru tended to the nursery, scenting all the blankets, pillows and stuffed animals that were being prepped for their newborn.

Suguru stared at the mountain of blankets, something felt off, nothing felt right.

Satoru interrupted his thoughts, “knock knock, are you feeling any better?”.

“I'm just….nervous. This is the first time We can scent anything for the pup. We couldn't do it for the other four, I didn't want to overwhelm them. Now I can scent-”.

“You're making yourself sick worrying like this, you'll be fine, they'll be fine”.

Suguru handed a blanket for Satoru to smell.

“We'll make sure they are loved”.