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Fuck. Suguru.
Fuck him. Fuck his bangs. Fuck his ‘ I should give her space ’. Fuck his charm and big ol’ nice guy act. Literally, it was his kindness that got Suguru here in this little fiasco.
Where was he? Oh, right. Fuck Suguru’s earrings and his fat ears. Fuck his ugly baggy pants. Of all the damn designs he could have gotten! Like a cool jacket or long-ass coat to appear more edgy like Rorschasch or Batman. But no, he chose deflated balloons to cover those skinny legs of his. Moving on! Fuck his taste in omegas. Fuck his libido. In fact, he hopes the bastard knots her before he could even get her off. Let her cry about how much of a novice Suguru is while his dick is stuck inside her. Now that he remembers her, fuck Suguru’s none-existent resistance against the most bratty, annoying nutcase of the decade.
Freaking Amanai Riko
Satoru presses his pillow over his head, laying on his bare stomach, hands fisting the plush headrest. Kicking his legs into his bed as he grunts his frustrations. Swollen scent glands on each side at the base of his neck and his inner wrists. Letting out his potent pheromones, vetiver and cedarwood, signalling his readiness to den. His body releases more sweat by the second. He is growing feverish to the point of hurt, arms and legs are sore and tight. His breathing is strangled as he makes sure that it is. Not wanting to smell Suguru and Amanai’s combined arousal that thankfully, do not mix with his own. But no matter how much he tries, a trail of them manages to enter his lungs. Mixtures of seasalt, citrus, apples and lilies. Absolutely disgusting! Satoru is trying his very best to not wretch from the stench. Adding to that, his head hurts. And it only gets worse as he blocks out the instinctive thoughts that come when he is in the throes of his rut. Something along the lines of ‘cunt’, ‘fuck’ and ‘knot’.
“ Shut up .” He growls to himself. His lower-half pitifully humping his bed. His stiff cock begging for attention. To be pumped by his hand or a cunt. He bites his tongue, diverting his thoughts because he knew who would come to mind if he starts thinking about thrusting into a cunt. He shakes his head to scatter that line of thought, the pillow restricting the action slightly. Redirecting himself by cursing Suguru and his little den-mate for not staying at the room the school had prepared for Amanai to rub out her heat.
It was not some unexpected development, honestly. His best friend had a soft spot for her since they met her. And her scent had always got him angsty and worried for her regardless whether they were in danger or not. Doting and indulging in her even when she was being irritating. And he supposes that any beanpole standing next to him; Gojo Satoru the prodigy of the Gojo Clan, Six Eyes and Limitless user, possessing unmatched strength and a strapping alpha with a personality so heinous that it could rile up the dead (this description was given by the courtesy of Gojo Satoru’s previous teacher and now the principal of Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, Yaga Masamichi), would seem like the better deal. And Riko, unsurprisingly, pursued Suguru. Satoru knows they were intimate that time he pulled an all-nighter for their safety. They did not go all the way because of the merger. But they took a different route on that bit. Long story short: Suguru managed to keep Amanai alive until Satoru could come back to kill that crazy sorcerer-killer. The Six Eyes user reached his full potential, becoming the strongest sorcerer of their time. And Suguru got a girlfriend. Mazel Tov.
The part that was definitely a thunderbolt through the ear and out was the fact that Tengen-sama allowed Amanai to be free of their unification. Satoru thought there would be another big showdown that he was even more confident to go through because of his newly awakened powers. But it did not happen. Upon hearing about the chaos within the school grounds and Amanai’s begging to not be joined with Tengen-sama, the old bat actually caved.
Amanai Riko is free. And officially, a first year in Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. The higher-ups could not meddle in this one because the decision was made by Tengen-sama themself. So, she is developing herself into being a capable sorcerer while also flirting with Suguru at any given chance. And the Baron of Stupid Bangs willingly encourages her behaviour. Shoko does not give a shit as per usual. Satoru gets ticked off quite a bit. But it all had been fine. Still bearable.
That is until Satoru woke up to loud and wet noises. An alpha and an omega getting it on with each other. Moans, whines, promises whispered and grovelling appeased. Now he wants to Hollow Purple both their asses into oblivion.
Amanai was given a room to take care of herself for the next three days as it is her heat period. As all of them with active second genders (alphas and omegas) were allowed to have. She must have snuck out in search of Suguru.
This is all because she did not ask Suguru to join her. And though Suguru was for the most part disappointed that she did not bring it up to him, Satoru knew something was off. He told him. He told the fool to ask her himself. Or wait outside Amanai’s room and she’d invite him in herself. But no. No, no, no. Suguru wanted to be the nice guy (fucking idiot). He wanted to give her ‘space’. So he wallowed in self-pity inside of his dorm, on top of his bed on an otherwise quiet and lovely Sunday morning. Being such a bitch about it that the omega got tired of waiting, grew the pair that he lacked and hunted him down.
Now they’re fucking in Suguru’s room. And disturbing the peace of the next door alpha. Who only wanted to get some damn sleep after arriving from an outstation mission just mere hours ago.
Want to know what is even more terrible than listening to your best friend and his girlfriend screwing? Your body reacting to them and pushing you into an out-of-schedule rut…
FUCK SUGURU AND HIS GIRLFRIEND WHO DEFINITELY HAS BIGGER BALLS THAN HIM.
Satoru grits his teeth, repressing a growl. His fingernails dig holes into his pillow that he feels the tickles of the cotton from inside of it. Somehow the fact that his pillow has been punctured elicits a new wave of tension into him. He could tear the whole thing apart with how frustrated he is. Which is probably not the best way to deal with it since he is already upset that it has been damaged. The realisation of that also sours him double times that.
He groans louder and sits back on his hunches. Throwing the pillow fiercely to the other side of the room. Panting as he watches the plush cushion hit the wall and fall to the floor with barely any sound.
His ears ringing and pupils dilated. Senses heightened. The more he hears the dumbasses banging each other, the more he sinks into his sex-craze.
He wants it. All the heinous and filthy things they are doing right now, he wants to do more. So, so much more. Fuck harder, kiss rougher and knot her till she’s crying on his cock. Till she sighs from all his cum filling her up. Touching herself, massaging her tit and circling her clit as her alpha moans with each release above her. Uta–
Satoru pulls his dominant hand back and punches himself across his face. The impact causes his head to knock harshly to the other side and fall off his mattress, into that tiny gap between his bed and the wall. He curses. Not for the pain in his hip that he landed on, but for where his mind was wandering. Dangerous territory. In this state where he could lose his mind and commit as his alpha sees fit, there is no way he can afford to think about her. He will never forgive himself if he does anything to her.
He gets back on the bed, grabbing the sheets and pulling them off once he notices how damp they are with his sweat. Lying down on his uncovered mattress, arms stretched and chest heaving. He stares up into the ceiling. Trying his very best to ignore the scream of his hard-on. The way it mocks him with an aching want. The bulge in his grey sweatpants that had a dark patch where his precum had been absorbed. He looks down and that is all it takes for him to rub himself over his pants. Experimentally at first but it is too damn good to ignore. He groaned, brushing over it and back, sensitive from barely a touch. The heat from his scent glands glides swiftly down to his abdomen and then to his groin. Feet planted firmly on the bed and he starts bucking his hips into his hand. Although he hates it, he listens attentively to the noises Suguru and Riko are making. Letting them inspire his creative mind to think up an image to pleasure himself. Hums, moans, whines. And they are all just from the alpha. She’s probably blowing him.
Satoru sighs and pulls himself out. His rod standing at attention while being caressed by his right hand. Veiny and red, a darker base and a swollen head that leaks so much precum it would look like the orgasm of a male beta or omega. His hand twists as it moves upwards, just the way he likes it. Thumb swipes along his slit and it has him thrusting even more into his hold. He sets a proper pace. Hand working and hips jerking. Mouth open and panting. Tasting his own scent on the tip of his tongue. Body is sweating profusely as he imagines what Suguru is going through. A woman going down on him. Naked and snug between his legs. Her hands on his thighs, mouth on his cock and her ass up in the air for him to enjoy the view. God, that juicy ass of hers has him mewling like a cat. Everytime his thumb brushes his head, he thinks it's her tongue licking him instead. When his hand rubs his shaft, it's her lips taking him in deeper. And when he squeezes, she takes him all the way down her throat and swallows. Her throat relaxing and clenching around him. He even recalls her scent, coffee scrub and jasmine shampoo. So, so enthralling.
“Fuck! That’s it!” he hums as he goes faster. Imagining that beautiful vixen doing dirty things for her alpha’s cum. Because she needs him. Needs him to fuck her and knot her as much as he damn well pleases to. Because there is no better gift to her than his cock in her mouth and spunk dripping down her pretty throat. And she will beg him for it. With those big beautiful brown eyes, she will plead for every drop he could give her. And Satoru, ever generous, will never hold back from satisfying her desires. He’ll stare into those pretty chocolate orbs and praise her for how well she takes him. He’ll fist her violet strands and show her just how much he loves her by ruining that mouth for any other man or woman. Just his to kiss, to fuck and to be reprimanded by. That venomous, alluring Medusa. Iori Uta–
“ No !” Satoru screams before he finishes reciting her name. He lets himself go and instead grabs either side of his head as he pushes the image out of his mind. No, he is not throat-fucking her. He’s not touching her or kissing her.
Satoru is not going to do anything to her!
The alpha in him becomes feral and he feels his incisors grow. The glands on his wrists itching most unpleasantly and the ones at his neck hurts so much that it is torture. Oozing out his heady scent, his yearnings in hopes to draw in a partner. The one specific person who can never smell his passion for her. His alpha is a downright stupid-head. He can tell that his consciousness is beginning to succumb to his lust. The adrenaline rush. The heat in his ears and eyes. The necessity to fuck and knot. To hunt her down and let her take care of him. Take care of her too. To mate her and promise her everything in his abilities. To love, to hold, to protect. But it has to be her. There is no one else more perfect for him than her.
But Satoru cannot. He cannot do that to her. She will never be able to take it.
He bites down on his tongue, swimming up against his carnal desires to resurface for air. Take back control. He tastes metal in his mouth but does not stop until the rigidness disappears and he is back. Awake and aware though his rut only keeps building up uncomfortability. Fever much higher than it had been seconds ago.
And the idiots next door aren’t making things any easier for him either.
Satoru is in the most inconvenient circumstance he has been since being butchered by Toji. But hey, he managed to deal with the insane brute at the end even though it nearly cost him his life. So he can definitely get through this one! All he has to do is come up with a plan on how he is going to ride out his rut. This calls for a (cue drumroll) big brain moment!
He pats the back of his head and is on his feet. If you want to plan correctly, it is very important that you are in a comfortable state of mind and body. His mind is fucked so there's nothing to repair there. Though Satoru can change his sweat-drenched sweatpants (now is that irony or tautology?) into simple black track bottoms. Forgoing a t-shirt cuz that would just be another add-on to his already piled up laundry. He turns up the air conditioner and begins to pace around his room. One arm across his diaphragm while the other pinches his chin.
Think, think, think.
Suppressants have always been a dead end for Satoru. So there is no use in consuming them. They just don't work on him anymore. Ever since he presented and started taking the pills, his body instantly adapts to them. Causing him to be immune no matter how many times he ups his dosage. Second genders have strong ties to cursed energy and thanks to Six Eyes, Satoru has an immense amount of it at his disposal. That causes his resistance against the drugs. But it was to a level of maddening tension. The effects of one pill are supposed to last one whole week. That time frame just kept on decreasing as Satoru got better at his abilities. One week went down to three days and then to a couple of hours. Now that his strength has reached a new pinnacle, his lasting time of one Goddamned pill is twenty minutes. So, why bother taking them? He decided that it would be better to den for three days by himself and be done with it rather than ingesting drug after drug, hoping for some sort of progress that would never happen.
But, obviously, every decision has a fucked up consequence. And Satoru’s just had to be the most cruel of them all.
Satoru is in love. He has been for a long time. Actually, just about a year. But you know, matters of the heart makes you feel like time moves faster, la-dee-fucking-da. Anyway, nearly dying has planted a seed of fear into Satoru. Even though he made a full recovery, it does not matter. It is the undeniable truth that Gojo Satoru nearly lost his life at the young age of sixteen and that riles up the hackles of his alpha. He almost left the world without confessing his love or even trying to win that perfect woman. With that, it is as if his primal being does not trust him anymore in anything concerning the woman he loves. And every rut he goes through is just a battle with himself to not pursue her. Because the alpha wants to seize every opportunity he could sink his claws into to secure her as his mate. But Satoru is kinder.
Astonishing, he knows.
He would never go after her. It is not anything about her that stops him from doing so. He does not deny her because she has no clan or is weaker than him. Not because she is hysterical, easily scared and has the patience of a toddler. No, he adores those things about her. He really cannot emphasise how deeply fond he is of everything about her. He loves every crease of her brow when she frowns, the blushes on her cheeks when she is flustered and the little giggle she fails to hide when he gets his ass ploughed by Yaga. Every cell and characteristic of Iori Utahime is perfect down to the fact she is a beta. She lacks nothing.
The problem is Satoru. Who, still and all, is an alpha. Even though he wants to take care of her and share unshown passion that he harbours for her, he can never do it. An alpha is determined, vicious and selfish. He will end up hurting her. And Satoru will never forgive himself if that happens.
There have been many cases of alphas hurting betas. Most of them were intentionally caused by their prejudice while the other few were done by frenzy-minded individuals. To be accurate, stupid alphas who took in betas as their den-mates during their rut. It will always end in a tragedy. Betas are not created to endure an alpha’s sex drive and especially, their knot. They do not go through heats to match an alpha’s lust nor do they produce enough slick to be fucked by an alpha’s cock. So easily breakable and there is not a defence mechanism in them to fight back. Omegas have that. Even when deep in heat, omegas can exchange blows with alphas when they cross a line. There is an equivalence between them that allows each other some form of safety. The same cannot be said for betas. They have nothing to protect themselves. They always come out with broken limbs, bruises and cuts, devastation, a meaningless mating bite. And sometimes, death.
Satoru’s mouth becomes bitter at that thought. Seeing that his alpha is tenacious in winning Utahime, he had taken precautions for his previous ruts. His cycle usually begins at the end of every month so he would book a room in one of the many hotels his family owns and wait until he finishes before returning to the college. All those times, staying far away from her in a way of protecting her. But now his cycle is renewed and he is in freaking college where Utahime, regrettably, is also present.
Satoru swears to murder Suguru and Riko when all this is over. He’ll bury them right outside his glass sliding door with a tombstone that reads; Try getting it up now, dickwad!
Whatever. Back to the plan.
He'll text his parents and request for a driver to send him to their nearby hotel. It might take an hour or so. Sixty minutes. Anything could happen in sixty minutes. Therefore, he needs to find a way to keep his mind focused and not surrender to his primal needs. Masturbation is no longer an option. Meditation is just a farce in his not-so-humble opinion. What to do, what to do?
Satoru snaps his fingers once he figures it out. Of course! Why did he not think about it sooner? Satoru needs to get the shit beaten out of him!
Mating cycles, as their name determines, is sexual. But there are methods to relax that are out of the horny spectrum. Omegas can cool their heat through platonic touches. As long as they are being cared for, they will feel better. As alphas are more aggressive, the best way for them to chill is by getting into physical fights. And literally get the derangement punched out of them. His usual sparring partner is busy at the moment so Nanamin will have to do.
Satoru reaches for his phone. A little too violent because of his enthusiasm that he accidentally pushes it off the dresser. Scrambles as he gets it back in his hold and clicks on his mother's contact.
You
Mom (8:13)
Wake up (8:13)
MomZilla
(8:15) zzz
You
I'm on my rut (8:15)
MomZilla
(8:16) ZZZZZZ
You
MOM (8:16)
!!! (8:16)
MomZilla
(8:16) Text your dad, baby. I'm sleeping
You
I swear to God (8:16)
Wonder-fucking-ful. Now to the next responsible adult in his life. He types the same text announcing his rut to his other parent when his phone pings three times from his birth giver. He closes the chatbox with his father and opens his mother’s again.
MomZilla
(8:18) Satoruuuu
(8:18) Satoruuuuuuu
(8:18) Satoruuuuuuuuuu
You
What (8:18)
MomZilla
(8:18) Don't go after the beta kayy
You
😠🤬 (8:19)
Just as he sent the emojis, his father texts back. For the reader's information, Satoru's father is not bald.
You
Dad (8:17)
I'm on my rut (8:17)
Baldy
(8:19) Good morning to you too, Satoru
(8:19) What did you do?
You
What do you mean 'me'?? (8:19)
Baldy
(8:20) Your rut's supposed to be at the end of the month
(8:20) What did you do?
You
It's Suguru's fault. (8:20)
Baldy
(8:21) Aaand I don't want to hear the rest. Will send a ride
His mothers instruction and his father sending a car to leave the college makes the alpha in him want to snarl at them. And he does. Scrunches his nose and lips curl over his fangs. Because who the hell do they think they are forcing him to stay away from his fated mate? What weaklings would ever believe that they could keep him away from winning her, stealing her? She is his. And he’ll hunt her down, he’ll bear his incisors for her, show her how healthy he is and that he is the best alpha mate for her-
Now, what the fuck am I doing?!
He slaps the screen of his phone to his forehead as many times he needs to so his petty, idiot alpha would stay at bay. It does not work.
Saliva gathers and he feels them bubble as he breathes through his mouth. Inebriating scents that have his eyelids closing, tongue licking his teeth. Just a small bite , he tells himself. Just a little taste . Let him drag his tongue along her belly, just one time. Nip at her neck. Nibble her ear. Just once. So he’ll know how delicious she is. A drop of water to quench his unbearable thirst. A bit of savoury, a flutter of satisfaction.
Just one lick. Just one lick will do. That will be enough.
A buzz and it's a text from his father. His hands shake as he unlocks his phone, the hazy side of him hoping that his parents could not find him a getaway and he is compelled to remain here. Near her. But what he reads is enough to bring Satoru to the front and push the alpha back.
Baldy
(8:24) Make sure to stay away from the beta
The alpha tries to growl his disapproval once again but he halts as his shuddering rational mind puts some sense into him. Utahime will be hurt if he goes after her. He can never hurt her. He’ll never forgive himself if he does.
He slows his breathing, body stiff so as not to sink so quickly into that untrustable daze. Clumsy fingers typing out the next text to the next person who could help him. Gulping down his spittle as he wills himself not to shed a tear from the pressure he puts on himself.
If I do anything to her , I’ll never forgive myself . Never .
You
Nanami (8:28)
I need your help (8:28)
My rut started, I need you to help me divert (8:28)
Gym. Now. (8:28)
Satoru cannot even find a cell in him that wants to goad Nanami. Tease and rile him up as he always does with his precious junior. This is the most curt he's ever been with him in a non-humorous sense. It stretches the tightness all over him. Pressing his teeth into each other and forcing spittle down his drying throat. Vetiver and cedarwood grow stronger as they invade his senses, his ever present erection that tortures him with each blood rush. And not to mention, the whores next door…
He can't wait any longer.
Grabbing his red hoodie from his wardrobe, Satoru ties it low around his hips. Making sure the knot hides his twitching eight inches. Slips a dark blue tank top over his body, puts on his sports shoes, curses as he ties the laces with shuddering hands, phone into a pocket and reaches for the knob. The cold steel a breeze of chill against his fiery heat.
Satoru exhales. Knowing that the dumbasses' stenches are going to be much more pungent in the corridor compared to how it is in his room. Their arousals have already drugged him into his rut, he does not think it wise to smell more of them. Lest he loses complete control and begins his hunt. Saliva gathers in his mouth at the delicious thoughts of a hunt. He bites his tongue again. He can’t warp or use any of his other abilities, it's sure to cause a further plunge into his rut. Cursed energy being tied to second genders and shit.
Satoru is really going to maim Suguru when all this is over.
He closes his eyes and breathes quickly. Drawing in each breath and letting them out just as rapidly. He holds his breath, cheeks full. Wrench the door open and flee without looking back. Stumbles and runs into some of the walls and partitions but he makes it. Running and running till he finally reaches outside. Coming to a stop when his feet land on earth. Lungs full of fresh air from his surroundings. No longer constricted within walls but out in the open. Green leaves, blue skies and the morning sun ablaze. Sunlight enveloping his entire being. Making him heat up much more uncomfortably.
He basks in his freedom while simultaneously loathes the new sense of heat upon his skin. Warmth from the sun makes him sweat more. He mutters unamusedly and walks away towards the gym. Palm above his eyes because he forgot to bring his glasses with him. The other is buried in his pocket, twirling his phone in his hand. His mind is doing its best in easing him with each step he takes on the pavement leading to his destination.
This will work. It's better than nothing.
Satoru rubs his face, his scents heightening. The air around him, though clear still, is potent with his vetiver and cedarwood. Spicy and invading his senses. Muddling his thoughts so much despite him trying to get things straight. As if it's an audio wave that moves constantly. Making him hear things that he obviously isn’t. Like the far off woman’s voice that he hears calling for him. It’s getting closer. Or rather, she is getting closer with each shout of his name. Come to think of it, her voice is oddly familiar. High-pitched, sweet with a little gruff in it. Sounding almost like an annoying little songbird, but he likes the way she sounds.
“Gojo!”
He stops in his tracks. Fingers flexing and his eyes widen. No, no, no, no. Not now. Not now! Please not her.
Turning around slowly, sure enough he sees the being of his desires and source of all his torments racing towards him. Utahime. Beauty, lovely, full of dreams actually approaching him. Satoru gulps. Rotating on the spot he stands fully to watch her but also taking a precautionary step back. Two sides of him fighting each other. Passion and precaution like fire and ice colliding into each other. The alpha that wants to stay and attend to his beta and the more rational Satoru that is slipping from control by each second. By each glance of her. Utahime in white running shorts, the garment rising above her creamy upper thighs with each hike of her smooth long legs. Her turquoise t-shirt that fits snug around her. Too snug. Supple breasts bouncing, her lips open and panting, her hair blowing back with each step forward.
Beautiful. So beautiful.
His cock twitches, breathing deepens and Satoru senses a second slip of his pheromones. Making his scents ink out of him stronger than before. And he begins to want. He wants to lick up her calves and thighs, he wants to message her shoulder. Kiss her hair and cheeks. Bite her ass, make her sit on his face and pinch her nipples.
Satoru is losing himself.
Run , he pleads to himself.
Stay , the alpha orders.
Run.
Stay.
You’ll hurt her. She doesn’t deserve that.
You’ll ravage her. All that she deserves from you.
Run!
Stay!
He feels like those two sides of him are slamming at each other without end, poor Satoru caught in between with no escape. But is also the only one to suffer the consequences. He should’ve stayed in his room. He should’ve waited for the driver to come. He would not have found himself in this predicament. Always thinking, always trying to make things better for himself. Well, this is where he has found himself.
Fuck. Knot. Mate! The alpha screams within him. Mate! Mate! She is your mate!
Satoru’s rational thoughts however sound hollow, cold. And sways him easily than its louder, stupid counterpart
Broken limbs, bruises and cuts, devastation, a meaningless mating bite. And sometimes, death.
He shakes his head and turns around. Prepared to leave. Anywhere far away from her. But before he could take his step away, Utahime stops by his side. Breathless and hunched over with her hands on her knees. Her pigtails falling over each shoulder revealing her sweat drenched nape. Satoru sees the trickle and drop that slide down her porcelain skin. And is no sooner forcing down the urge to lick every trail of wetness on her.
He takes another step forward but Utahime puts an arm up to stop him, her hand mere inches apart from his hard-on hidden beneath the knot of the hoodie tied around his hips. Satoru grits his teeth, suppressing a grunt.
“Wait, wait, wait! Hold up!” She stands before him. So small yet bold. Her brows furrowed and hands on her hips.
Satoru gulps. He isn’t even sure if he’ll be able to speak to her without the words fuck , knot and mate invading his thoughts or being said outloud. And dear gods above heaven, he can smell her. Her coffee scrub and jasmine shampoo. Potent and saccharine just by the scent, he wants to open his mouth and taste it on his tongue. Would her tongue taste like coffee and jasmine too? Her stomach and neck? Or her breasts? Maybe her cunt–
Satoru slaps himself, his head beating harshly to the side. Cheek stinging. A small squeak from Utahime and he feels her questioning stare. But he avoids her gaze, pinning some distant trees with a glare. Swallowing for the nth time, he informs in a rough voice. Barely hiding his sufferings. “I need to go.”
“Wait!”
It's like a command. He halts immediately even though he knows he shouldn't. But what if she needed something from him? What kind of alpha would He be if he couldn't even attend to his beta?
He slowly looks at her. Her hands on her hips, head tilted to the side and looking at him with a brow raised. Feet slightly apart from each other on the ground and it instantly makes him wonder how far apart she can spread her legs. Satoru diverts his stare elsewhere and away from her. A displeased growl leaving his lips with how sexually bothered he is. But unfortunately, Utahime reads his annoyance differently.
She scoffs. “You don’t have to be so snobby. I wouldn’t be asking you if there is anyone else around to help me.”
Satoru clenches his jaw. Incredibly put out by the fact he is not his beta’s first choice in anything. And that she is willing to accept anyone else’s assistance over his. He peers at her, giving her a side eye. Adoring her slightly angered expression, pink cheeks and lips that are in a pout. Surely she is pouting without realising it. Still makes him want to kiss her though. Desiring to punish her for choosing others over him. Deliciously torturous pleasure for the both of them.
He closes his eyes and sighs through his nose, rubbing the back of his head. Teeth clenching and throat bobbing. He shouldn’t be in her company. It is best for him to leave. He should be walking away right now.
“Are you ok?” Her soft voice reaches him, compelling him to look at her. Her brows are furrowed not in irritation but concern, quick blinks of her eyelids as she looks him over.
And Satoru loses as the alpha coos from within. His beta is so doting. Look at how worried she is for him! Oh, how that warms his flustered heart. How can he deny this angel his generosity and kindness? He'll level mountains for her and pull the sky down if that would make her happy. He may not be in the right mind to honour her with those acts. Though the least he could do is show her the same compassion she is showing, right?
“What do you want?” He asks more sharply than needed. Throat constricting as he spoke. The alpha inside him facepalms himself.
Utahime squints her eyes at him and shakes her head. Exhaling as though she truly wishes someone else is standing in front of her. It causes a twitch of despair in the alpha, a sudden pinch. If he is a dog, his ears will be pulled back and a small whine would leave him. In his human body, Satoru only tries to repress pouting.
“The cleaners didn’t do a good job in, well, cleaning the shrine. I’ve done the lower parts but I’m gonna need help for the ceilings. They’re too high and I can’t reach even with a ladder.”
How petite yet diligent his beta is! He's proud of her. And he can prove to her how capable he is by assisting her. He’ll scrub and mop the shrine till it shines like crystals. Polish the pillars
He lets out a chuckle, a warm smile on his face and hooded eyes appreciating Utahime. She, however, has hot air blowing out her ears.
“Forget it! I’ll just do it myself.”
She huffs, her chin raised and makes to turn away when Satoru’s hand shoots out and pinches her t-shirt covering the small of her back, his hold is strong enough to snag her to a stop. Her head whipping back, pigtails swinging with her movement to send a surprised glare over her shoulder.
He rubs the material of her top between his index and thumb, contemplating lifting it up and getting a peak of her skin. Though, he lets go. Stepping slowly next to her, he jerks his chin forward.
“Lead the way.”
Utahime gives him a once-over then walks before Gojo who follows obediently. With his eyes looking anywhere other than her shapely ass.
They reach the eastern shrine. There are three temples of worship in the other cardinal directions of the college. Something their ancestors had put into practise as some kind of protection for those who reside within this land. It is unnecessary now, but Satoru supposes there is some sentimental value to people who are traditional. People like his beta for instance.
As soon as they reach the shrine, his beta hands him a broom and they both get to work. Utahime sweeps the floor as Gojo dusts the ceiling, clearing it of soot from incense, smoke and webs. They do so in silence, ignoring each other successfully. Not a word of exchange between them. In his state, words aren't really needed. He slips glances to gaze at her over his shoulder or when he doesn't think she'll notice, he stares acutely at her. Picturing him worshipping her in his head.
He groans low, retying the knot of his hoodie around his hips. That is covering his bulge as he feels it twitch relentlessly.
The alpha seems slightly appeased at helping his beta, enough to sate himself so as not to hunt her. Only for a little while. But Satoru should be able to last a little while. And then he'll leave for the gym and punch some sandbags to let out steam. Easy peasy.
Or so he thought.
As soon as the ceiling is cleaned. Satoru takes a cloth, drenches it in water and begins wiping down the wooden pillars. Utahime grabs a pail of water for him and sets it at his side so he could keep the cloth moist. Utahime cleans window sills and frames around the entrance while he does that. After that, he clears the water and begins to mop the floor. He senses Utahime staring at him. Probably surprised that he's properly cleaning the shrine. She might think that he's showing respect to their culture. He wonders how long it will take his beta to realise that he's doing this for her. Desperate to stay longer with her that he finds excuse after excuse to not leave. Cleaning and cleaning vigorously so his time with her doesn't end. He doesn't want it to end.
Just a little more time. A little more of her with him. It will be enough. Just a little will be enough.
He wants her. He wants her so much, Satoru wishes she sees it. He prays she scents his desire. Crave his passion. Kiss his devotion with her. But she doesn't. She can never know how willing he is to throw himself at his feet. It's for her safety.
The alpha grits his teeth. His pheromones heighten and scent glands throb. Rejecting the notion that he'll ever hurt his love like that. Of course he will be careful with her. He'll be soft and tender. Caresses and strokes. She can bring out that side of him if she wants it.
He hopes she wants it.
Satoru feels a tap on his shoulder and sees Utahime holding out a small white face towel for him to dry his sweat. He takes it gingerly, pressing his nose to it. Displeased that his beta’s scent is not in the woolly cloth. No matter. A gift from her will always be appreciated. So, he lets out no complaint and daps his face with it lightly.
Utahime doesn't leave him. Hands behind her back, pushing her chest out. A tilt of her head as she looks over him. When he returns her glance, she averts her eyes quickly. Finding the floor more interesting to look at. Pushing her cheek into her shoulder. So cute.
“I wanted to thank you. You helped more than I thought you would and well, you didn't annoy me so I guess that’s nice of you too.”
He exhales into the towel, butterflies in his stomach resolving him to leave now. He will do it. Satoru will–
“Are you ok?” Utahime ducks her head to catch his gaze.
Satoru slowly opens his eyes and stares at her creased brows. Warm amber eyes like pools of chocolate. Pretty violet hair with a few strands sticking out here and there. There is a smudge of dark dust on her right cheek that she hasn’t noticed. He thinks to wipe it away but decides touching will not help him. “I’m fine.” he mutters and looks the other way. Pressing the cloth to his scent glands.
“Are you sure?” she steps closer before he even realises it. Not enough time for him to move away when the back of her hand touches his face. “You look like your burning u–”
As soon her skin brushes his, he makes contact. His hand snatches her wrist, hauling her to stand directly before him. Utahime gasps, and makes to pull herself free but is frozen. Satoru’s other hand finds her shoulder and holds her still, nails tracing her skin. The one that holds her wrist is guided to his nose. This space right here, it's where her scent gland would be. It's where her aroma should be the second-most potent. Even though she is a beta and her skin is smooth with no glands sticking out, the alpha is pleased to find a trace of coffee. Purring as he inhales from her wrist and pushes it against his own scent at the base of his neck.
Her hand on his chest pushes him and his beta escapes his grasp. Satoru snarls, but keeps from grabbing her when he sees Utahime hold that hand tight to her body and stare at him with an expression of nervousness. Confusion and fear.
Broken limbs, bruises and cuts, devastation, a meaningless mating bite. And sometimes, death.
God, what is he doing? He could hurt her!
Satoru retreats, feet sliding back and his body meets a pillar. He tilts his chin upward and rests his head, feeling the spike of his rut. The battle in him coaxing him to grab her, leave her, fuck, her, save her. What is he supposed to do?!
“Oh, God.” Utahime whispers in horror. He looks at her and finds her eyes widened, brows askance and colour draining her cheeks. “Shit, how didn’t I notice?” No, really, how did she not notice? “Amanai…She’s in heat!”
The alpha snorts resentfully, making the beta’s expression morph to confusion. “Please”, he huffs slowly. “I’d never go after her even if she's the last cunt to fuck in this world.”
“Don’t talk like that!”
She reprimands him. He gives her a drunk smile as he stares at her. He doesn’t mean to really, Amanai’s nice. But it's the fact his beta is insinuating that he might hunt down the omega has him annoyed. But nevermind, he’ll do as his beta pleases. “Fine. I won’t.”
Utahime looks at him up and down, biting her lip. Satoru wants to say something dirty, wants to pull her to him, grind his hard cock to her core and whisper sweet nothing into her ear.
She turns on her heel and informs; “I’m gonna go get Geto.”
“Don’t bother.” Satoru holds the pillar behind him, chipping the wood with how his fingers dig in. “He’s with Amanai.”
Utahime halts and faces him, letting out a surprised noise, some amusement strewn into it. Then she got back to thinking. “Who else can help? Nanami?”
“No idea where he is.”
She bites her lip again and he finds himself wanting to do it for her. “Would you…Would you prefer if I get Haibara-kun? He’s an omega so he might be able to–”
“Are you fucking with me?” Seriously, she cannot be asking him that! “Even to me he’s like a pup!”
She scoffs, speaking sarcastically. “Oh, well, I’m sorry. I’ve never had to deal with an alpha in rut before!”
“Aren't I lucky?”
“Shut up, Gojo! This isn’t the time to joke.”
“Boy, wouldn’t I know that?” He leans his head on the pillar. Throat bobbing and panting. Fighting hard for his conscience.
“We have to get you out of here.” She wipes her forehead and shakes her head in worry. “Fast. Before you–”
“Before I do what?” He interrupts, tone unkind. Gaze sharp.
Oblivious as ever. Utahime can’t even realise his dangerous yearning for her. “Before you go after an omega, you idiot.”
The alpha tilts his head at her, chin low and eyes half open. “You seem so sure, beta. What if I hunt for someone else? What if I want yo–”
“God, Gojo. Enough with your games!” Utahime yells. Hands on her hips and a mad look on her. Literally no one would ever act like this before a rutting alpha. It only makes him want her more. “Just get out of here before you hurt someone.”
Broken limbs, bruises and cuts, devastation, a meaningless mating bite. And sometimes, death.
She’s right. He wouldn’t admit it outloud, but of course she’s right. He’s hanging on to his senses only by threads. And the more he stays close to her, he’ll only slip further into the endless pool of his passion and desires. And inevitably drag her with him.
Satoru has to tug his nails out of the wooden stem and push off gently onto his feet. Taking heavy steps in order to make an exit. Balled hands and breath held. Face flushed and heart beating like rumbling thunder. “Step aside”, he orders her.
Surprisingly, she follows without complaint or a glare. He looks at her and sees Utahime hold an expression he’s never seen before. Creased brows, low eyelids. An expression of regret and unhappiness. Hugging herself when she meets his eyes. And he sees it then. Something that is reflected in his own gaze. One that he questioned, how in the world had he not seen it before?
Longing. She looks like she wants him.
Satoru stumbles on his own feet, the alpha tugging ferociously. Commanding him to return to his beta because obviously, she returns his feelings. Gojo stifles a growl at himself. Realising too late of the arms wounding around his waist to steady him. Hair on her head tickling his chin, jasmine invading his nose.
“Careful, Gojo!”
Ironic how she says that to him when she carelessly throws her own wellbeing out the fucking window.
The alpha grabs her shoulders and presses their bodies together. Utahime can barely make a sound when she is being squeezed so tight into him. Satoru’s arms wrap around her shoulders, his nose sniffing along her hairline. Exhaling in disagreement when he decides she doesn’t smell enough like him. Whatever complaint Utahime was making falls on deaf ears, and she shuts up too when his hand fists her hair and inclines her head enough to look up at him. His sight doesn’t linger on her, quick on what he aims to do. His nose trailing her jaw. Tongue peeking out to lick the centre of her throat. At this point, she’s frozen in his embrace. The alpha purrs at her obedience. Rewarding her by pressing the scent gland on the base of his neck to her own. His free hand rests on the small of her back, drawing circles there to soothe his beta. The hand in her hair drags down her front, gland leaving vetiver and cedarwood in its wake along with gooseflesh. Caressing the beginning of her breast. And she just takes it so well for her alpha. Satoru smiles and nips at her chin. Pleased with her, he pulls back to look at her beautiful face. Only to find confoundment on her features.
And he realises what he’s done. He scented Utahime without her consent. Satoru has succumbed to his instinct.
“Why would you do that?” she asks in a whisper. He hears very little of her voice because most of it is just air.
Satoru’s hands flex painfully. Opening and closing as they struggle to hold on to her as he wills them to let her go. Abiding the rationality of his mind while ignoring the tortured roars of his heart. He needs her gone. Far away from him.He has to chase her away from. So, he puts on the cruellest, coldest expression. Snarling at her in warning as he backs away into the security of that wooden pillar. “Go away.”
“Why did you do that?” She asks louder, following him as he retreats.
“I said ‘leave’, Utahime.”
“No.” Her shock is nowhere to be found, replaced with determination. Gentle yet firm. He starts breathing hard again. He needs to scare her away. “Tell me why. Why did you do that? What do you want– Gojo!”
Satoru hauls her and pressed her against the body of the pillar, her back to his chest. His hand in her hair, keeping her cheek against the column. Turning just a little so she could see him in the periphery of her vision, over her shoulder. His other grips her hip. He looms over, lips on her ear and he growls low. “So stubborn. So damn persistent. Do you really want to know? You want to see me fall apart for you, beta? Want me to reveal everything, the ugly truth?” The hand on her hips leaves to undo the knot on his hoodie tied around him. The article falls to the floor with no sound and his hand is perched once more where it was before. And then the alpha pressed his erection to the beta's ass. “Here you go.” He grinds into her backside and hears her sharp intake of breath. He does once more. Twice. Thrice. His nails dig into her flesh as it lifts her snug up to meet his rubs into her. His tongue licks the shell of her ear and he hums. “You smell so good, bet you’d taste fucking divine too.”
“Gojo…” Utahime manages to rasp out.
He kisses her cheek. “Have you done it? Touch yourself and lick your own cum off your fingers. Will you give me a taste?” He coos kisses all over the side of her face and back to her ear as his hips pick up a steady pace. His hard cock revelling in relief. “Answer me, beta.”
“I– wait.”
“Can’t. Can’t wait." Fuck. Knot. Mate. Fuck! Knot! Mate! "Can’t you feel me? How much I’m aching for you, for your cunt. I wanna fuck you, Hime. Suck on your tits, finger you and make you come because of me. Me, me, me. Your alpha. The only one for you.” He goes faster, panting hard into her ear. The hand on her hip moving to her front, fingers dipping past her waistband and feeling the beginnings of soft hair. “Gonna fuck your pussy. Gonna knot you and fill you up with my cum. Can you take it, my beta?” He cups her sex and Utahime whimpers. “Will you take care of your alpha? And let me care for you?”
A sob tears out of her suddenly, rattling the alpha behind her. Tears stream down her cheek and his body stops moving. Recognising his hesitation, Utahime screams. “Gojo, wait! Wait! Please wait!”
Broken limbs, bruises and cuts, devastation, a meaningless mating bite. And sometimes, death. You’re hurting her.
Satoru snarls wildly, throwing the beta away from him. Shoving her so hard that she lands on her side, about a metre away from him. He’s done too much. He only meant to scare her a little to drive her away, not take advantage of her meekness.
He hugs the pillar, growling loud and angry. Red hot rage filling his veins as he chastises himself, punishes himself for hurting her like this. He only wished for her safety. All he wanted was Utahime to never suffer terribly, even more at his hand. And yet, he has hurt her.
His nails pierce into the wood again, and he pushes them in till half of his fingers are swallowed into the pillar. Sharp sprays poking his flesh, he hopes they draw his blood. He hopes it inflames and causes him permanent damage. He deserves nothing better. Thumping his head twice, he invites the burn of tears. Side glancing at Utahime who stares at him full of sorrow.
“Get out.”
“Gojo–”
His lips curl hideously and nose scrunches as he snarls at her. “ Get. Out.”
She slowly gets to her feet but to his rage, she takes a step towards him. “Please, I didn’t mean to–”
Satoru roars at her, growls and hisses. Pupils shrunk and razor fury that could cut a mountain. “ I said get out! ” He screams in his alpha voice even if it will never affect her. It still frightens the beta, forcing her to turn tail and flee from him. He watched with an angry look, and his heart breaking apart as the woman he loves runs away from him. Tears pour down the apple of his cheeks even more, and the alpha peaks out once more. Howling in despair at the loss of his mate. Pulling his hands free only to sit down on his red hoodie and wallow in his dejection. His back to the column, arms hugging his knees to his chest. Head bowed and sniffles are the only sounds he produces.
He doesn’t bother anymore. He’ll just wait here until his getaway ride arrives. Then see through this stupid fucking rut and never see her again. His hands grip the hair at the sides of his head as he howls for a second time. Anyone with second genders will know to not approach a mourning alpha. The loss of a mate is too great, and it will leave a non washable bitter stain in one’s soul when it happens. Like a void that can never be fulfilled, a part of him that has been ripped off against his will. No, he didn't mate with Utahime. He can never. But his love has lost to his greed. And there will never be a worthy chance to redeem himself.
So all he does is wail, sob and cry. Embarrassingly loud and sniffing petulantly. Confident that no one was stupid enough to advance towards him while he’s in this state.
Or so he thought.
He hears footsteps and growls loud enough for that person to hear, and still they proceed on their path. Now he is thoroughly irritated, with himself, this whole situation and the fool who is coming towards him. Well, he could use a punchbag right now. So he waits patiently for the arrival of the imbecile who dared to find him in his current predicament.
A head peaks past the door frame, violet fringes and amber eyes looking at him intently. His heart shutters for the nth time that day, the alpha within him leaps with joy but Satoru does not appreciate his presence. Why the hell is she still here?
He scowls at her. “I said get out, beta.” He rises onto his knees, trying his best to intimidate her. “Do you need me to throw you away again?” He will kill himself before that happens. But he needs her to understand the severity of their circumstance.
Being Utahime, she ignores him completely and scurries to him. Satoru snarls and backs away but she stops a few steps before him. And then he notices the bag on her shoulder. She pulls the strap off and ruffles through the contents. Pulling out two bottles of water and placing them next to him (the closeness making Satoru twitch away a little), a box of chocolate bars that he had stashed in his classroom. A small light pink cushion and a soft velvet blanket of the same colour. Looking at them, he knows they’re hers. He traces her scents of coffee and jasmine on them. But why is she presenting them to him? Surely she doesn't mean for him to…
After arranging the items she brought, Utahime sits back on her haunches, hands rubbing each other on her lap and stares at him expectantly. Previous agitation gone and there isn’t a hint of crying on her face other than the slight red in her scleras. But besides that, she holds herself and his gaze steady. Making him feel uncomfortable for once in his life..
He shakes his head at her. “Why–” Satoru begins to question in a tight voice but she cuts in.
“I don’t know much about heats and ruts.” She visibly swallows and then looks at her blanket, away from him. “But I’ve heard that clothing from…from someone you wouldn’t mind spending it with might help.”
He stares at her because…she couldn’t be serious. Is she serious? She’s giving him something of hers. Does she even know what she’s giving him? Has she even comprehended the weight of this offering? Or what he’ll do with them? He reaches for the blanket, liking the softness as he pinches it between his thumb and the side of his index finger. Rubbing it slowly in circles Gauging her expression when she raises her eyes to him. Fuck it . “You know what I’ll do with this, don’t you?”
“I do.”
Satoru exhales deeply. “And?”
She averts her gaze, heat flushing in her cheeks. Pressing the side of her face into her shoulder as she professes softly, sweetly. “And I don’t mind.”