✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ part one —✩ ⟡ dub-con warning for poor gojo ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ᨦ‌ ׅ ۟ ֪ 🍥 ִ ׄજ⁀➴

the words echo in satoru’s head. “then prove it.” it causes his face to burn all the way to his ears. his past worries and fears melting when he feels the fabric of yuuji’s shorts sticking to his sopping cunt. his fingers twitch looking down at the omega for permission.

“it’s okay.” yuuji says, “to touch me there, it’s okay to.” satoru pushes the fabric aside, shuddering at just how warm he feels. soaking from just sucking him off and a little grinding. yuuji looks so pretty with his thighs spread apart, leaned back against the tank of

the toilet. canting his hips up just so satoru could get a better look at it. he could feel his cock will back to life at the sight of yuuji’s pretty pvssy. puffy lips hiding most of his throbbing clit. satoru flicks his fingernail over it gently earning a soft whine

from the omega’s lips. he looks up again at yuuji, now kneeling down before him. an alpha as strong as him succumbing to a pup should be disgraceful, but all satoru could think is about how fucking blessed he is. as if the heavens above honoured him with being the pretty

omega’s first choice in a mate. something he would only fantasise of whenever he was alone in his room at night. now, his fantasies seem lack lustre compared to the view in front of him. yuuji thighs soaked with his own juices, shorts pushed to the side to reveal

his cute little cunt. he dips a finger in and it’s so, so /warm/. yuuji’s insides are velvety and soft. it feels like satoru’s finger is going to melt. yuuji seems ecstatic that satoru is finally giving him some sort of stimulation. greedily moving his hips to engulf

more of satoru’s long finger inside of him. it isn’t till his down to the knuckle does yuuji stop. his insides twitchy with more of the sweet slick leaking from him. satoru wants nothing more than to wrap his lips around top of yuuji’s cunt, tongue at him while fucking his

finger into it, but he’s far to scared to. he doesn’t want to hurt yuuji, not lose control like he did earlier. he wanted the pup to ask him for help more often. he didn’t want to lost the hold yuuji wanted to have on him. “gojo-nii…” yuuji was just full of surprises, wasn’t he

calling satoru something like that was borderline insane, but felt oh so right. he starts moving his finger and yuuji whines from the sudden loss till his thrusted right back into him. throwing a chubby thigh over satoru’s shoulder, not bothering to even cover his mouth.

satoru is more than sure megumi has an idea about what’s going on. he feels bad, stealing yuuji from him like this. he was trying to give him a chance. he’s a better fit for yuuji, he’s actually his age for starters, but yuuji /chose/ satoru. so did he really have to

feel that bad for long? no, he stops caring when he slips a second finger into yuuji and he feel his walls stretch to accommodate him. yuuji let’s out a particularly high pitched whine, toes curling behind satoru’s head. he looks so pleased with himself, staring down at satoru

between his thighs with a dopey smile. satoru fucks yuuji with his fingers, watching his expressions intently. his mouth open, almost mirroring the wanton moans that leave yuuji’s swollen lips. they’re red and so full, satoru wants to lean up to press a kiss. several, all over

his freckled face. he wants to feel yuuji’s tongue in his mouth, muffle those sweet moans with his own. yuuji’s thighs are shaking with drool spilling down his chin. he’s such a mess, grinding his hips down to meet the thrust of satoru’s fingers.

he’s insatiable for a pup, riding satoru’s palm like a seasoned whore. satoru wonders how much is instinct and how much he’s learned— whether by himself or god forbid with someone else. yuuji’s insides don’t feel that pliant, he can feel the walls flutter to accommodate

his thick fingers. yuuji couldn’t have used more than his own fingers to pleasure himself. “feel good, hmm? does my pup feel better?” satoru mindlessly coos, staring at yuuji with a dazed expression. the squelches of yuuji’s leaking pvssy are like music to his ears.

yuuji can’t seem to form a coherent answer. he tries to say something throw slurred speech. his voice high and whiny. unlike the usual yuuji who’s voice was indifferent from any other pup. “can’t speak? it’s okay, just feel good for gojo-nii… please, just let me make you feel

good, yuuji.” the omega nods to the best of his abilities. his body twitchy, spasming while he tries to chase after the quick, rough movements of satoru’s fingers. he’s unable to keep up with the speed. “let it out, it’s okay yuuji.” satoru says, entranced by yuuji’s

debauched appearance. tears running down his face again from how good he feels, heels digging into satoru’s shoulders, hands scrambling to grip onto something— anything. it’s not hard to tell yuuji is just /right/ there. satoru uses his other hand to thumb at yuuji’s ignored

clit and the boy practically screams out. it sends him over the edge, coating satoru’s palm in more of that sticky slick. he lets yuuji grind onto his fingers, setting the pace to ride out his heavy orgasm. a comforting purr rumbling out his chest to praise the cute pup

that worked so hard to please him. yuuji’s chest heaving up and down with each harsh breath he takes, only then does satoru take out his fingers with a wet /schlick/. he doesn’t hesitate to lick off yuuji’s fluids— sweet and just like his underdeveloped scent. it’s better than

anything satoru has ever put in his mouth. he takes his time, staring at yuuji’s half-lidded gaze while licking each finger clean. “feel better?” satoru asks when he’s done, ignoring the arousal between his legs. he opts for grabbing tissues instead, a lousy attempt

to soak up the mess yuuji made between his thighs. his shorts soaked through, absolutely ruined without proper dry cleaning. “mhm,” yuuji smiles before opening his mouth, nubby canines visible, “but gojo-nii still hasn’t made me his wife.” satoru’s face flushes red. he can’t

do that to yuuji. he’d be stealing more of his innocence than he initially wanted to. “yuuji, baby, i can’t do that. i can’t do that. you know, i can’t. c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” satoru tries to divert yuuji but he doesn’t even budge. a pout already forming on those lips

“you said you weren’t lying!” Yuuji’s voice frustrated, little feet kicking Satoru’s hands away from his thighs. “Yuuji, let me clean you up. Please?” he tries to ignore how his heart tugs at his chest to the omega’s distress. “then why didn’t you put it in?” He’s shameless,

almost so shameless satoru is caught off-guard. “yuuji, where did you even learn this from? you’re a pup. you haven’t even had your first heat,” satoru grabs yuuji’s ankle with one hand, holding it in place. “we can’t do this. i /can’t/ so please baby? behave?” Satoru asks,

desperate for yuuji to listen to him. He wipes what he can with the tissue before tossing it, flicking his eyes up to yuuji’s. he’s sulking, arms crossed against his chest and teary-eyed. “yuuji, please. please don’t do this to me, god, baby please don’t cry.” he whimpers.

an alpha of his calibre at the feet of a pup. yuuji’s faint scent smells slightly sour despite how good he smelled earlier. satoru’s own flares up to ease yuuji, purring louder to ease his pup. thinking of anything, anything to say to quell yuuji’s displeasure.

“it won’t fit, baby, you know it won’t. i almost hurt your mouth, i wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if i—“ “just a little bit, please, gojo-nii. just the tip?” satoru’s cock twitches back to life at the nickname. the way yuuji wants him so bad, so carnally. his instincts a

mess. his logical side telling him how wrong it’d be to push yuuji this far. he’s a developed alpha, already having shared his ruts with an omega. he knows just how emotional they can be. how much they plead and beg, and satoru would ignore it. satoru can’t just /ignore/ yuuji

the omega had him in a trance. the more he pleaded with those sweet eyes, batting eyelashes as if he’s not begging for something inherently sexual. as if he’s asking for something materialistic, not asking to be his mate— for life.

satoru is sat on the bathroom tile, back pressed against the wall. his cock angry and red, tip leaking embarrassing amounts of precum while his emotions tear him apart. the internal battle between fucking yuuji like some doll or protecting him eating him alive.