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Satoru sat next to Yuji on the couch in the dark basement. They watched movies; well, Yuji watched movies; he was spacing out, sometimes even sleeping. Nothing was going on at the moment; that’s why he took the time to watch the young alpha a little bit. He was very talented when it came to controlling the amount of Cursed Energy he had. The doll was sleeping on his lap, as it should.
He recently woke up from a short slumber, and his throat felt unbelievably dry. He leaned over to get some soda from the table. “You’re awake, Gojo-sensei?” Yuji asked.
“Yeah …” Only now he noticed that Yuji had turned down the volume. A slight shiver ran through his body when the calm scent of the alpha washed over him.
To the public, Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer of the current time, was an Enigma. Nobody knew his secondary gender, but most assumed he was an alpha. They couldn’t be further from the truth.
Satoru was an omega, a tall one, however. He was happy about that; it made it easier for him to pass as an alpha. Thanks to his Limitless, he could hide his scent well, and the masquerade was perfect. Nobody should know that he was an omega. That would make things only more complicated.
Another saving grace for him was that his heat hadn’t come in years, not after … He slightly shook his head; he didn’t want to think about it.
He slipped out of his shoes and pulled his legs onto the couch. He was still a bit drowsy from his nap. He slightly moved the soda bottle in his hand. His gaze wandered to Yuji; he watched his profile through his mask.
The alpha radiated a calming warmth; only if he focused on it could he sense the sharp coldness of Sukuna. Satoru swallowed hard; his heart started to beat faster. A strange prickle rushed through his body.
“Is everything alright, Gojo-sensei?” Yuji leaned over, slightly tilting his head.
A shiver ran over Satoru’s body when the alpha came so close. “Yes. I’m fine,” he murmured. “I’m just … cold,” he cringed a bit; not only was it July, but he wore his long jacket on top! What a pathetic excuse.
“Oh …” Yuji said; he thought about it for some time. “You can lean on me. I’m warm!” He offered eventually.
Satoru’s head snapped in his student’s direction. “I …” he was too surprised to register that Yuji already pulled him closer. He automatically deactivated his shield, and he felt the alpha’s burning hot hand on his body. This was awkward … His heart pounded in his body, up to his throat.
The last time he was so close to an alpha was with Suguru … Yuji gently rubbed over his arm to warm him. “Better?”
“Y-Yeah …” He said, embarrassed. He was too out of it, damnit! He shouldn’t let this happen. Yuji was his student! But this also felt nice … it was as if his suppressed omega came to the surface in full force.
He was always careful not to behave like an omega in public. So much so that he even suppressed himself at home. He didn’t even have a nest … Being held by an alpha did so much to him right now. He was unable to pry himself away. Satoru felt his control slipping, and it scared him. He felt vulnerable; he didn’t like that.
He wasn’t used to this type of comfort. For years, he kept everyone away. Sure, he tried his best to be a good and supportive teacher to his students, but he never let them get too close, especially not like this. He swallowed hard, and he felt himself nestle further against Yuji. His fingers gripped the fabric of Yuji’s shirt. Shit …
His breath hitched when he heard Yuji rumble to soothe him. The alpha felt that something was off, and now he tried his best to give him comfort. Cute … No! He couldn’t let his thoughts go that way.
His grip on Yuji’s shirt got tighter when he thought back to Suguru and how he would hold him sometimes. How his long, slender fingers brushed through his hair. He remembered how his alpha told him it would be okay … He should have said that to him instead; maybe then …
Satoru gritted his teeth, trying desperately to regain his composure. He couldn’t be this vulnerable in front of his student.
“Gojo-sensei … what’s wrong? Your scent is all sad,” Yuji asked him.
Satoru flinched back and sat up, away from Yuji. “I … uh, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. I just had to think of something.” Shoot! By letting his Limitless down, he also exposed Yuji to his scent! Damn!
The alpha turned around a little and sniffed. “Strange, your smell is so sweet, yet so bitter.” He had closed his eyes to sniff, but suddenly they opened. “Are you an omega, Gojo-sensei?” He sounded mildly shocked.
Damn! What was wrong with him? First, he let his guard down, then he stupidly cuddled with his alpha student, and then he gave himself away, too. “Y-Yes. I would appreciate it if you don’t shout it out into the world,” Satoru sighed.
“No worries, sensei!” Yuji smiled at him. “I don’t mind you being an omega. I was just surprised, is all.” God, this infectious smile! Satoru couldn’t help but smile, too.
“Thanks.” He gave back. He pulled his blindfold down and used it to cover his neck. He didn’t wear a collar, but suddenly, his neck felt way too exposed. His fabric blindfold wouldn’t do much, but it gave him at least the feeling of safety.
After calming down a bit, he sat back next to Yuji. They continued to watch movies for a while.
The next movie was an awfully romantic one; it made his stomach churn even more. His heart was beating fast when he thought back to his lost alpha. He flinched when Yuji pulled him closer. The young alpha looked concerned again. Damn, he really wasn’t used to someone smelling him. He could barely hide his sadness this way. Sighing, he leaned onto Yuji again; this was comforting in a way. He had already done it this evening, so what was the point of denying him this comfort now?
But he soon noticed a shift when the movie began to get spicier. Yuji tried his best to stay calm, but Satoru noticed the difference in his smell. His throat suddenly felt dry. The alpha was so close …
“’scuse me,” Yuji eventually said and got up, “need a bathroom break.” Satoru sat back and watched Yuji leave the room. He paused the movie for him.
Sighing, Satoru opened his jacket; now, he was definitely warm … But when he shifted his position, he felt it. His eyes widened when he felt the uncomfortable wetness. What the …
He looked to the stairs to make sure Yuji wasn’t coming back; as his hand wandered to his ass, he swallowed when he felt the wetness seeping through his pants. Shit! His heartbeat picked up. No … no, no, no! He quickly teleported away to his apartment.
Satoru sprinted to his bathroom and pulled his pants down; he was met with sticky wetness. Slick …
Was he going into heat? No, this couldn’t be! He didn’t have a heat since he was a teenager! Not since he had … A pang of pain rushed through his body, and he watched in shock as more slick poured out of him. Was that really because of Yuji? His student, no less?
He licked over his lips and hurried to grab some toilet paper to wipe the slick away. He was close to tears now. Why did this have to happen? He didn’t want his heat, not now, not ever! His stomach hurt as it cramped.
Satoru felt how he got all mushy and confused; the heat hit him hard. Tears pooled out of his eyes. He hated it so, so much! He flinched when his phone vibrated. A text from Yuji.
«Where are you, sensei?»
Shit. What should he do? If he returned now, then he would be in great trouble. He didn’t want to go, but he wanted it so badly. It had been ages since he let himself be vulnerable since he sought out comfort. His stomach hurt badly.
Yuji was a good person, and Satoru knew he wouldn’t deny him … Quickly, he shook his head; no, he couldn’t even think of that. His heart sunk at the possibility of missing out. Shit, he had suppressed himself too much!
It took everything for him to type out the next message.
«I had to do something; just continue watching or call it a day. See you later.»
He exhaled and tried to straighten his posture, which failed immediately when the next wave of pain and lust hit him. He wasn’t prepared at all to go through a heat, but there was not much he could do in his state.
Usually, heats didn’t get this strong when they came regularly, and many omegas could even work when they had mild heats. But he didn’t have his heat for eleven years. Even his very first heat hadn’t been this bad.
He somehow managed to get to his bed, halfway undressing on the way. He fell into the sheets and groaned when the cold blanket touched his overheated body. Cramp after cramp rushed through his body; never in his life did he feel this much pain. Not even Toji Fushiguro managed to inflict this amount … Fushiguro …
Satoru really had a high pain tolerance, but he wasn’t sure if he could stand his own heat right now.
He pushed down his pants, and cascades of new slick ran out of his orifices; it was disgusting! His body was really in overdrive. It was scary; he felt so damn vulnerable; not even his Limitless would protect him.
His heat brain gave him the worst thoughts. He thought back to his alpha, Suguru, and how they shared his first heat, even though it was a stupid idea. They were young and dumb. What could possibly go wrong?
A lot, as it turned out. Pregnant at barely seventeen from an alpha that wasn’t even his mate. He knew how his family would react, especially since Suguru didn’t come from an established sorcerer family.
They hid his pregnancy, not really sure what to do about it. Abortion would probably be the best course of action, but Satoru’s omega had already formed a connection to the bundle of cells. Any thought of destroying his future child was too much, and so Suguru eventually dropped the topic.
However, it shouldn’t be. They were called onto this godforsaken mission. Met one of the scariest opponents to this date, Toji Fushiguro. The man who took the chance away from him. By killing Satoru, he also killed the child growing inside him. He could repair himself, but not the baby.
The time after Fushiguro was like a blur; he never got the chance to properly grieve his loss; hell, he couldn’t even talk to someone about it. Suguru became distant, and so was Satoru. They didn’t know how to approach the topic.
And then it happened. Suguru lost his ways, leading to an untimely death eventually. And Satoru did nothing to stop it.
Since his death and revival, his body hadn’t produced a heat. Satoru thought he had entirely lost the ability to have children. Not that he particularly wanted a child, but maybe, if his heat came earlier, perhaps he could have convinced Suguru to try again …
Tears streamed out of his eyes when his brain forced the unwanted memories back into his head. He didn’t want to be alone. He couldn’t do it; it was too hard. But who could he call? Shoko? No way! She was a beta, and there was nothing she could do to help him.
Nanami? He was an alpha, but his body revolted at the idea of inviting him over. No, Nanami wasn’t the one …
He knew who he wanted … the person his omega yearned for was none other than Yuji. But why? This wasn’t right!
Whining, he buried his face into his pillow. No, he wouldn’t do that! Yuji shouldn’t be burdened by him …
Another hour of agony went by, and he found himself with his phone in his hand multiple times; his heart was pounding while his body produced more heat and slick; his entire bed was filthy by now. He switched in and out of lucidity, and he felt so helpless that not even his RCT worked to ease the pain.
Satoru flinched when he heard a knock on his door. “Gojo-sensei?” Yuji’s muffled voice reached his ears. A whine escaped him when the door opened. “I’m coming in, okay?” The boy called out.
What was happening? How did he even know where Satoru lived? “Are you okay, sensei?” He called out. “Why do you need my help?” What was he talking about?
Satoru’s eyes widened when he reached for his phone. Indeed, there was a text message begging Yuji to come over, including his location. Shit! He must have written it while he was completely out.
“Yuji?” he called out; his head was spinning; he was dehydrated. The bedroom door clicked and opened, and a confused Yuji stood in his door frame.
“Oh shit! Sensei? What’s wrong?” He took one look at Satoru, and he seemed incredibly concerned. “You look sick!”
“Heat …” he murmured. “Help … thirsty,” he mumbled. He was losing lucidity rapidly.
Yuji gasped when he realized what was going on. His face flushed when he saw that Satoru was completely naked. “I- uh, you’re thirsty?” He stammered, embarrassed.
“Y-yeah …” Satoru nodded pathetically. He felt so scummy for bringing Yuji into this.
“Right … one moment, I get some water.” With that, he turned around to sprint to the kitchen. It didn’t take long for him to come back with two bottles of water. “Here …” he came closer, but still not close enough.
Satoru grabbed the bottle and opened it with shaking hands; he emptied the bottle in one go, so dehydrated was he. He dropped the bottle and drank the other right after. After this was done, he fell back onto the mattress. His eyes were closed, but he could still feel Yuji’s gaze upon him.
“Do you feel better?” The young alpha asked. It must be excruciating for him to stay here, surrounded by the heat pheromones.
“A little … thanks …” blinking, he opened his eyes and looked at his student. “Sorry …” His speech was slurred.
“No worries … but why is your heat so strong? And why did you ask me to help you?” Yuji tilted his head.
“Didn’t have my heat for eleven years … and I wasn’t lucid when I texted you, sorry.” He still struggled with his clarity.
“Eleven? That’s a long time …” Yuji murmured.
“True …” Satoru looked away, too embarrassed. He tried to cover himself with the blanket, but the entire fabric was smeared with slick. He cringed when it stuck to his sweaty body.
He flinched when he heard a slight growl; he looked up and saw Yuji with possessive, red glowing eyes. Not Sukuna, but his alpha. There was conflict on his face, what he wanted to do and what was right. He struggled to suppress himself. Satoru watched Yuji take a few deep breaths, his fists clenching and unclenching.
Satoru mewled when he could sense the stressed alpha. His body pumped out even more pheromones, trying to convince the alpha to take him; he wanted Yuji to go into a rut. The omega bit his bottom lip, and his body moved on its own. He got up, kneeling on the bed in front of Yuji.
His student opened his eyes, shuddering slightly when he saw how close Satoru was. Satoru’s hands caressed his cheeks; his breath was heavy, and his heart was pounding. Slick poured out of him; he was so ready … The physical pain made it hard to think.
He pulled Yuji closer, pressing himself against the strong alpha body, and before they knew it, he kissed him. This was the first physical contact in an eternity. His body yearned for someone else’s touch. Shit, he wanted to utterly submit to the alpha …
Yuji pulled him closer and hugged him tightly, and he reciprocated the kiss. Shit, it felt so good, the firm grip, his sturdy body, that’s what he needed!
The alpha pushed him onto the bed and crawled on top of him, still kissing him. Satoru noticed how inexperienced Yuji was, not that he had much more experience if he was honest. He noticed how his legs wrapped around the alpha; he was so desperate for the pain to go away.
But then, Yuji pushed himself up. “No …” he sat back, leaning away from his teacher. “I-I can’t, that’s not right.” He shook his head.
Satoru mewled, he wanted it, but damn, Yuji was right. This was not okay; he couldn’t do that to his student.
“Come on, chump,” they heard a voice. Sukuna opened a mouth on Yuji’s cheek. “You really wanna pass the chance to breed the strongest sorcerer? Pathetic, that’s what you are!”
Yuji slapped his cheek. “Shut up!” He grumbled and looked at Satoru. “Sorry about that.”
“No worries …” Satoru was red-faced from embarrassment and the heat. His legs were still loosely draped around Yuji’s body. He groaned when more pain shot through him.
“Is there something I can do? Should I call someone else?” Yuji asked.
“No … don’t want anyone else seeing me like that,” Satoru murmured.
Yuji crawled out of Satoru’s legs and got up. “You don’t have a nest?”
“No … no time,” Satoru whined when Yuji pulled away. He wanted to grab him but forced himself not to.
“I could grab some stuff for you. I don’t know a whole lot about nesting, omegas, or heats, but I can’t imagine that this is comfortable. I can also get some food. You don’t have much, do you?”
Satoru shook his head. “My card is in the pockets of my pants,” he pointed to the piece of clothing, and Yuji grabbed it.
“Be back in a bit,” the young alpha said while sprinting out of the house.
Satoru whined and buried his head into his pillow. FUCK! What the actual fuck was wrong with him? Shit! He should have told Yuji not to come back. This wouldn’t end well, and he didn’t want to do it with the alpha. He knew it was wrong. His body craved Yuji’s touch, but he didn’t want it.
He closed his eyes and tried to shut the world out.
Satoru woke up to the smell of food. He sensed Yuji in the kitchen. Shit, what should he do? “Ah, you’re awake, sensei,” Yuji walked over with a plate of food in his hand. “You need to eat; I also brought you more water.”
This kid was too good for his own sake. Shit! “Thanks,” Satoru rasped. Even though he didn’t feel hungry, he took the plate and ate. It tasted really good, he had to admit. Eventually, he was done, and Yuji brought the plate back.
“I got you some stuff I thought you might like,” the alpha said while bringing back a large bag. He pulled out some blankets and a pillow. Upon seeing this, Satoru let out a happy chirp. He hadn’t made a nest in so long!
Even though his body was still aching, he quickly began to make a nest for himself. He rearranged the soft blankets and pillows for some time before he was satisfied. Lying in a nest was definitely much more comfortable. His body relaxed a bit. However, Satoru still pumped out heat pheromones, trying to lure the alpha in. Something he could not control.
Awkwardly, Yuji sat next to the bed on a chair he had pulled closer. He had pursed his lips, watching Satoru. The omega purred a little to calm himself down.
“So … what now?” Yuji asked. “Do you want me to stay?”
Satoru blushed again. “If you want to, I don’t mind …” He wrapped himself tighter into a blanket, even though his body was burning up. He wanted to make it a bit easier for Yuji and himself.
Much to his surprise, Yuji moved over and sat next to him, placing an arm around Satoru’s shoulder. “I can hold you if you want; you seem to be in a lot of pain. Maybe it helps …” He seemed a bit flustered, but he offered still.
“Thank you …” Satoru cuddled up close to him. He knew he shouldn’t, but at this point, it couldn’t really be helped. Being close to the alpha made his pain subside a little. “Just stop me when I start talking about breeding and stuff. I may lose lucidity at one point,” he warned him.
“Oh, yeah, alright …” Yuji cleared his throat. “Try to sleep a little.”
Satoru didn’t need to be told twice. He was damn exhausted.
The next time he woke up, he was in a dark place. Oh no … he turned and saw Sukuna sitting on his throne made out of skulls. “I never thought the mightiest sorcerer of the modern time would be such a whiny omega bitch. Oh well, you never stop learning,” the King of Curses said.
Satoru felt extremely exposed. He was in no condition to fight him; he couldn’t even concentrate on his Cursed Technique! “What do you want? Pulling me in like that, you’re really an asshole.”
Sukuna chuckled. “Insulting me when I’m the one holding all the cards in my hands? I could kill you right now. You’re defenseless,” he reminded him. Satoru growled a little. “But I’m willing to overlook that; even better, I’m willing to give you what you want.” His eyes glowed in malice.
Satoru shivered, and his omega wailed. What he wanted? He wanted one thing, but not like that. He blinked, and suddenly, Sukuna was behind him. His clawed hands grabbed his naked body and pulled him closer. The curse was taller than Yuji was. “Say yes.”
The omega felt the alpha’s erection pressing against his ass. A pathetic mewl escaped him. No, he couldn’t! “I will take what I want anyway. So you better agree to it.” Sukuna’s hot breath hit his neck; a shiver ran through his body once more.
Satoru gasped when a second set of arms wandered between his legs. He turned around and saw Sukuna in his semi-true form. He was much bigger now; he had four arms, and his second face was developing, but he still looked more like Yuji.
The King of Curses turned him around and lifted him up. “Last chance, Satoru Gojo. Agree, or I will make this painful.” The menacing red alpha eyes did the rest for him.
His omega whined, and he closed his eyes. “Fine, do it.” He knew that they would have sex in the real world and that it would be Yuji’s body. It was wrong, but he found himself in a pinch. Sukuna would make his threat come true somehow …
“Hm, good boy,” he laughed, and the extra pair of arms pushed his kimono down. Satoru looked down and gasped when he saw the giant cock, half erect. Sukuna laughed when he saw the omega’s face. “Never had someone this large?”
“No …” Satoru answered. He gasped when Sukuna lifted him higher, his third arm pumping his cock to get him ready.
“You will like it,” the curse laughed cruelly. He snapped his fingers, and something resembling a bed appeared, “I will make sure of it.” His voice sounded so sinister.
Satoru shivered when he was thrown onto the bed. Sukuna spread his legs and crawled between them. “I never had such a strong omega before,” he said. “Not many in general; I’m not interested in damn weaklings. But you … putting a pup into you will be fun. I’ll make sure you catch.”
The omega groaned when Sukuna’s tip pressed against his hole. He was so slicked up that entrance was not much of a hassle, but fitting the large phallus into him was more challenging. One of Sukuna’s hands pressed him down by the throat, and he lifted Satoru’s rear up and slid in.
All air fled Satoru’s lungs when the curse pushed deeper, and the hand around his throat made it hard to breathe. His belly bulged immediately; it was a scary sight. Sukuna laughed. “Fantastic. Having the strongest sorcerer around my cock feels good. How does it feel to be filled by the strongest curse? Great, isn’t it?”
Tears spilled out of Satoru’s eyes as he nodded. “G-Great …” he stammered, barely able to speak. Sukuna began to move, driving his cock steadily in and out of him.
Satoru’s body was shaking massively. Suguru had been so much different … Then again, this was the King of Curses. He didn’t expect a soft treatment.
The rhythm got faster, and Sukuna pulled Satoru up and sat him down on his lap. With two of his hands, he manually bounced him on his cock. The omega’s face was beet red from embarrassment. He was handled like a Ragdoll; he didn’t like the feeling. “God, during my time, I would have made you my cock-slave. You’re not half bad,” Sukuna’s hand brushed some hair out of his face.
The thick tip of Sukuna’s cock buried deep inside him. Satoru had to close his eyes to endure it. His omega was excited to be bred, however. He knew that he would end up pregnant. He wasn’t on birth control, and neither was Yuji. He wondered what would happen to the litter. Would they be half-curses? Something disgusting like the Cursed Wombs?
He grunted when Sukuna bounced him even faster and harder. He was shaking heavily; his hole got stretched so wide. And then he felt it. Sukuna ejaculated, and his knot swelled, locking him into Satoru’s hole. The omega’s breath was heavy, his body aching.
Sukuna laughed. “I went easy on ya for the first round, but I will not hold back next time.” The curse’s eyebrows wiggled slightly, and he looked down, gesturing for Satoru to do the same. With a shaking body, he did, and a gasp escaped him; a double cock? Shit …
“That’s not going to fit!” His voice pitched higher; he was panicking. He knew that Sukuna didn’t care and would do it anyway, but he still felt the need to tell him.
“Then make it fit,” The curse grabbed Satoru by the throat and squeezed him. Satoru struggled with breathing, and his hands shot to Sukuna’s wrist, trying to loosen his grip, but it was fruitless. His heat had weakened him too much. He felt so damn pathetic.
“Don’t struggle, or I will make it harder,” Sukuna chuckled, slamming Satoru down once more, wedging the knot even deeper. The sorcerer grunted in pain and eventually released his grasp.
Ashamed of his weakness, he looked to the side, waiting for the knot to release.
When it did, Sukuna manhandled him, pressing him face-first into the sheets of the summoned bed, Satoru tried to keep his breathing steady, but he couldn’t lie; the prospect of the double cock entering his hole wasn’t pleasant.
Sukuna’s grip on his hips was firm, and Satoru waited for the inevitable penetration. His fingers grabbed the blanket tight when the first tip slid in; his entire body was stiff, which didn’t make it easier. When the second cock entered, a little after the first, he felt how his hole got overstretched. Sukuna forced himself deeper; Satoru feared that his walls would tear. His only saving grace was the amount of slick that made it a little bit smoother. The squelching as the milky-white lube made when Sukuna pushed in would usually be really arousing, but now he couldn’t stand it.
Satoru wailed when the pain got stronger as Sukuna began to thrust in and out of him. His eyes rolled up, and he had to bite into the fabric to muffle his agonizing sounds. Tears wetted his cheeks soon after. Especially when Sukuna went into him to the base, he could feel the two cocks moving, driving him more and more apart. His belly bulge got even larger.
Sukuna grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed him down harder. “Fucking bitch, you are so tight. What will the others say when they learn that the mightiest sorcerer was nothing more than a whining little cock slut for the powerful King of Curses? Bet they wouldn’t take you seriously anymore.” He laughed, slapping his arse painfully. “Gotten pregnant by a curse through a brat’s body. Hm, sure, they’ll love that.”
Satoru cried from the pain and the humiliation. He should have told Yuji to leave! This was all a big mistake. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
An even more intense pain shot through his lower body when Sukuna’s double knots inflated. He felt raw, and he was sure that his slick must have turned red from blood. The curse leaned over him, putting more weight onto Satoru’s body while he slowly moved, even though the knots hadn’t gone down.
The curse lifted him up now, letting him hang in the air, only held up on his cock and by his pair of arms. Searing hot pain shot through Satoru’s body, especially when his arms got crossed behind his back.
Sukuna turned them around. Now he lay on his back, and Satoru was on top of him in reverse. Mercilessly, Sukuna started moving again, ripping on his knot and tearing Satoru’s insides apart. The sorcerer felt the double release; more tears streaked down his cheeks. He felt dirty, knowing he got filled more and more by the King of Curses.
The alpha bounced him on his dicks after the knots were released; this position was even harder to endure. Satoru looked down, and indeed, Sukuna’s legs were covered in his bloodied slick. The pounding got harder and harder to take; it made Satoru’s head spin faster.
“You’re a good little cock-sleeve. So bloody tight I could get used to it. Maybe I will make you my personal fuck hole, keep you filled with my litter till the end of your pathetic life. Wouldn’t that be nice? Maybe then you’d have a purpose. That’s all you omegas are good for anyway.” Sukuna sat up, talking closely to the omega’s ear.
“No! I-I don’t want that – ahhh!” Sukuna pushed him off his dick and grabbed him by the throat again. His other hand held Satoru’s omega cocklet, and he squeezed. “Don’t you dare give me that attitude! You will belong to me.”
Satoru glared at him. It was humiliating enough to be fucked by the curse; once was more than enough! He couldn’t wait to be out of his heat; he had to teach this damn curse a fucking lesson.
But for now, he couldn’t do more than to be pushed around by him. It was frustrating. Sukuna let him down and forced him on the knees, then he opened Satoru’s mouth and brute-forced his cock into it.
“That’s the only purpose for your mouth right now. Be a good, obedient little omega and take my cock however I want you to.” He thrusted into Satoru’s mouth, hitting his pharynx in one go, making Satoru gag. He choked heavily and shook his head. Sukuna pulled out and watched as Satoru threw up. “You filthy bitch,” he commented.
Satoru was coughing and choking, his heart racing in his chest. He felt dizzy, and he hated everything about this. While he was still gathering himself, Sukuna lounged on the bed, one set of arms crossed before his chest, the other behind his head. “Never sucked cock before?”
“No …” Satoru rasped. Slowly calming down. Still shaking, he sat on the bed. He looked at Sukuna, fearing what would come next.
The curse raised an eyebrow before parting his legs. “Come, bitch, you aren’t done here.” With his index finger, he pointed down to his waiting cock.
Swallowing, Satoru moved toward the alpha and lay between his legs, hesitantly grabbing the smaller phallus. He slowly dragged his tongue over his tip, cringing when it tasted awful. Not only the rancid taste of the curse itself but also the overly sweet but rusty taste of his bloody slick.
He slowly took more of the cock in, trying his best not to choke again. He was already embarrassed enough; he didn’t need more. But he simultaneously feared that the curse wasn’t done with him for a long time.
Sukuna watched Satoru struggle, trying to fit his monstrously large cock into his mouth. He laughed about him; it was filling him with sadistic joy. “You are goddamn awful at that,” he grinned. “Better keep your hole filled.”
He grabbed Satoru’s hair and pulled on it, dragging him up. “Stop that!” Satoru grunted; he ended up face-first on the curse’s chest, sheepishly looking up at him. He only noticed that he was lying way higher when Sukuna’s belly mouth opened, and the tongue shot out and into his hole. He shivered, and a high-pitched squeak escaped him.
Something in his stomach pulled tight together when the tongue roamed around in his hole, exploring every bloody part of it. His head sunk onto Sukuna’s chest, and his arms wrapped around the curse’s torso.
But the pleasure didn’t last long before Sukuna pushed him down once more, slipping into his lubed-up hole. He continued to brutally thrust into him, both cocks digging deeper, stretching him wider.
Satoru got pushed up and forced to look at the alpha, who stopped moving. He now hung in this awkward position. “Beg,” Sukuna ordered him.
The omega’s eyes widened, and he shook his head. “No! Move!” he tried to give back, but this only earned him a hard slap on the arse.
“Do not disrespect me! You will beg! NOW!” Sukuna’s voice got deeper and more threatening. “I will break you if you don’t comply.”
Satoru’s head was spinning. Everything revolted inside him, but the position and the double-cock was very uncomfortable. “Fuck …” he cursed under his breath. “Please, I beg you, move! Fuck me!” It was humiliating to beg him for a fuck.
Sukuna huffed. “You can do better. Beg me as if you mean it.”
The sorcerer bit his bottom lip; his eyes started to tear again. “Please, oh King of Curses, I beg you! Please, fuck me! Please, stuff me with your … mighty cocks, g-give me your pups, please!”
Sukuna laughed. “Much better, good little slut.” His hips snapped up, and he drove himself deeper into Satoru, accelerating painfully. He turned them around eventually, pressing Satoru into the sheets again.
“Fuck, you are really a nicely tight hole to fuck. Shit, I wanna tear you apart until nothing is left of you. I – aah!” As the knot inflated, Sukuna stiffened. “Fucking brat! Stop it!” He growled.
Then it was over. Satoru was wide awake, tears running down his cheeks as he stared into Yuji’s eyes. He felt the young alpha’s cock in his hole, knot tugging on his rims. His body shivered when he saw that it was Yuji looking down at him, not Sukuna.
“S-Sensei … I … I’m sorry!” The alpha’s voice shook, “I felt what he was doing, b-but I couldn’t get back in sooner. I’m so sorry!” He tried to pull out but stopped when Satoru whined. “I’m sorry, I have to wait until this stupid knot goes down …”
Satoru was shaking, his whole body was tense, and a sob escaped his throat; he wrapped his arms around Yuji, who had tried to distance himself as much as possible and pulled him closer. He buried his face into the alpha’s neck, his arms and legs holding him close. He was so upset about what had just happened.
He knew that it had happened in the real world too, maybe not as extreme; his hole wasn’t so awfully overstretched. But the fact that Sukuna had taken over Yuji’s body and had fucked him was bad enough. He could smell the distress from the alpha, so close to his scent glands, but he couldn’t do anything about it; he felt so helpless and dirty that he needed Yuji’s embrace.
Luckily, the alpha softened up and returned the hug. “Everything will be okay, sensei …” he whispered in his ear.
It felt like forever until Yuji’s knot released, and he could slide out. Satoru sat up, still a shaking mess, and he tried to stand but his legs felt mushy. Yuji caught him. “Bathroom,” Satoru managed to murmur, and Yuji nodded, lifting him into his arms and carrying him over.
Yuji sat him down, and Satoru threw up into the sink. The young alpha wasn’t sure what he could do to help his sensei. He felt awful for letting his control slip. Ashamed, he looked to the ground.
Satoru stared into the mirror, even though it was hard. He swallowed hard, feeling the sadness from the alpha. “It wasn’t your fault. It was Sukuna’s.” He said, looking over.
“But I was still the one who couldn’t control him,” Yuji murmured. “I never wanted to hurt you, sensei. I feel awful that it came to this … I should have stayed away after giving you food. I was stupid for staying.”
“You’re still young. That’s the first time you saw an omega in heat, right?” Satoru brushed his teeth. He wanted to shower after this ordeal, too.
“Yes …”
“And I tried everything to make you go into rut. I didn’t expect Sukuna to take over, but … my goal was to get you … So, I can hardly complain. This stupid curse was just stronger than both of us could have expected …”
“But why would you want me to go into rut?” Yuji asked.
Satoru blushed. “You might have been the reason I went into heat in the first place.” Embarrassed, he turned his head away.
“Me? How?” Yuji stuttered.
The omega exhaled and stumbled toward him; his legs were slowly getting steady again. He pulled Yuji into a hug. “Maybe my slumbering omega really liked your alpha. But ever since our first meeting, I have had this … feeling. My omega is restless since knowing you.”
Hesitantly, Yuji returned the hug. “I don’t really understand. Why me?”
“No clue … maybe you reminded me of my former alpha … who knows,” sadness swapped into his voice.
Satoru exhaled and let go of Yuji. He walked to the shower. “Be right back; I just want to … clean myself up from Sukuna …”
“Right … take your time.” Yuji left the bathroom.
Satoru sighed while the hot water ran over his aching body. It had taken some time to get the sperm out of his hole. Silent tears streaked down his cheeks, mixing with the water. He was split; the irrational part wanted the child, who would most likely be the byproduct of this act. The rational part hated the idea of getting pregnant by Yuji or Sukuna. It wasn’t right!
He hugged himself, trying to suppress the shiver at the thought of Sukuna being the biological father. How would that even work? Or would Yuji simply be the father?
Unfortunately, the humiliation still lingered inside his stomach; he couldn’t believe that he had to submit himself to the damned King of Curses. Not being able to use his Cursed Technique was horrible. He liked the comfort that his Technique gave him. Not being able to be touched was great. Unfortunately, his heat brain completely turned off his automatic function, and he wasn’t concentrated enough to hold up his infinity manually.
Now, after being bred, his body slowly resumed its normal functions. He knew that his heat wasn’t over, but it would most likely be more bearable now. He sighed and turned off the water.
He dried himself with a towel before wrapping it around his body and leaving the room. He needed fresh clothes. Luckily, the slick production was lowered.
Yuji sat on the chair next to his bed; he seemed in thought, biting down on his lower lip. He barely looked up when Satoru entered and got dressed in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants.
“How are you feeling?” Satoru asked. He sat down on the bed, looking at his student.
“Grossed out.” Yuji pursed his lips.
Satoru patted his head. “Don’t think about it. Don’t let him win. You didn’t do it.” Satoru stood up to take the soiled sheets and blankets off his bed before remaking it. “Sukuna must think he broke me with that. But he didn’t! I’m Satoru Gojo! The strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer of this time. I’m not scared of any curse, Sukuna or not.” He knew he had to put on his brave face. Make Yuji believe that it didn’t bother him. Luckily, he was good at hiding his own feelings, at least when his brain was clear.
He lay back on the bed; he was exhausted. His heart was still heavy; he knew that Yuji was still fighting with himself. “Come here,” he eventually said.
Yuji looked up, shocked. “No, what if I can’t control him?”
“You can! And you will! I will show you that this wasn’t your fault. You would never hurt me.” He gently grabbed the young alpha’s hand and pulled him closer.
Before he knew what happened, Yuji was next to Satoru. There was still a small amount of distance between them. Yuji’s cheeks were blushed when he stared at his teacher. Satoru’s hand was casually resting on Yuji’s side. “Nothing bad will happen. You’re strong; you can suppress him.”
The alpha swallowed audibly. “Yes … I can. I will! Sensei, I swear, something like this will never happen ever again!”
“That’s what I want to hear,” he chuckled and pulled the blanket over them. “It’s late, you should sleep.”
“You too …” Yuji murmured before he closed his eyes.
Satoru was wide awake for a long time, waiting for something to happen, waiting for Sukuna to return. But nothing of such sort happened. He still felt uncomfortable after everything that happened. But nothing of this mattered. He only wanted Yuji to feel better. He could hide his own emotions, as he always did.
He would concern himself with his possible pregnancy later. He wasn’t in any mood to make decisions. He would take the morning-after pill; maybe nothing would ever come out of it. He only knew that he didn’t want to let Sukuna win. That was all that mattered.
The rest would heal eventually, no matter how hard it seemed right now. This was nothing compared to the pain he had from when he was a teenager. He didn’t break back then; he would certainly not break now.
Closing his eyes, he wrapped his arm around Yuji before he fell asleep.