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Utahime was special, especially for an omega.
Satoru could still remember the first time he caught her scent, just a few days after he arrived at Jujutsu High for his first year. He was lounging in the classroom, sucking on a lollipop and vaguely listening to Yaga as he laid down the ground rules. Most sorcerers were either alphas or betas, but with not only two alphas in that year’s class but also two special grade sorcerers, it would be necessary to keep them in line. Satoru didn’t care, tipping back dangerously in his chair, the window to the classroom open to blow in a gentle breeze.
And then it drifted into the classroom on that breeze, swirling around him, the most beautiful and potent scent he’d ever experienced in his life.
He perked up immediately, sitting upright so fast the front two legs of the chair slammed on the ground, and crunched down on the lollipop, shattering the candy between his molars. He swept his gaze out the window until his Six Eyes tracked the tailend of curse energy before finally landing on a girl walking across campus. Neatly pressed uniform with a buttoned up jacket, a modest skirt that hung to her knees, thin black tights, and slip-on black shoes, he stared as her two ponytails bounced against her shoulders with each step. She was clutching a few books against her chest, speaking to a boy – a beta – walking beside her.
Already feeling his hackles raised over a beta talking to what was obviously an omega, Satoru was tempted to do something rash, but before he could even stand, the window slammed shut, abruptly cutting off the connection to the scent. It didn’t matter, not with the scent memory planted firmly in Satoru’s mind, tucked away for him to conjure and think about later.
Yaga, a more mature alpha, settled the firmest look that anyone had ever dared to give him and firmly stated, “You are not to mess with her. If I catch you harassing her, I’ll make you regret the day you presented as an alpha. That goes for you too, Geto. Do you understand me?”
Satoru couldn’t possibly understand how anyone could do something like that, especially to him, but he leaned back in his chair, grinning around the chewed up stick of his lollipop, and said, “Sure thing, sensei . Scout’s honor.”
He might’ve been lying, and judging by the look on Suguru’s face when he caught eyes with him, it was pretty obvious to everyone in the classroom.
Shoko thought Utahime’s strong omega scent might have something to do with her curse energy and technique, the mixture of it lulling people and curses alike into desiring her. Grown men, married men, higher-ups even, were drawn to her, to the point where she had to cover herself up and take suppressants, just to keep alphas from going into a frenzy during her heats.
They drove him crazy, to say the least. Satoru had experienced omegas’ heats before, although he hadn’t actually fucked one yet at the time. Despite his unusually powerful alpha scent, he’d been warned repeatedly not to touch an omega until he was older and ready. Instead of fucking them, he’d treat them sort of like servants, ordering them around at his family estate and during clan meetings, his Six Eyes and Limitless already offering him a seat at the table. But no heat compared to Utahime’s, and that first one had damn near sent him over the edge.
Even from the other side of the campus, he could smell her, wandering close enough where he could hear her cries as she suffered through the heat alone and see the powerful flickers of her curse energy sparking every time she made a noise. It drove him so mad that Yaga was forced to send both him and Suguru on separate missions. They couldn’t handle being around her while she was in heat. Hell, they could barely tolerate each other, snapping at one another simply because her scent put them at odds.
Satoru couldn’t be sent away again, not when her scent was so addictive. He had to be there for it, so he forced himself to be good, patient, and resilient. If he could prove that he could handle her heats without trying to shove his dick in her, he’d be allowed to stay on campus. Fuck if it didn’t feel good to fist his cock and jack himself off to her sweet scent. According to Yaga, who had been subjected to Shoko’s inquiries about why her two alpha classmates were acting like a bunch of jackasses, Utahime’s heats were unusually strong and could turn even logical, mature alphas into monsters. Her family had been forced to send her to Jujutsu High in order to tame her omega status, along with her curse technique, in hopes she’d become strong enough to protect herself from the alphas and curses that were drawn to her.
It was kind of sad, but she would never be strong enough to save herself from Satoru.
Instead of trying to force himself onto her during her heats, Satoru took a different approach. Utahime was quite possibly the most stubborn person he’d ever met, a direct and contradictory result of her omega status, so she rebuffed every alpha’s attempt to insert themselves into her life. He’d watched with thinly veiled grins as she turned down grown sorcerers, fixing them with a steely and disgusted gaze that left them shuddering as her pleasant and wonderful scent washed over them. It made him a little proud, even when she turned that on him.
Utahime’s heats were easy to pick up on, as they came about slowly over a few days before absolutely crushing them. Suguru could barely tolerate them, if only because her scent was a direct opposite to the curses he swallowed. He’d admitted it during her second heat, the two of them sweating it out at the gym, both their cocks painfully hard in their loose shorts. The closer she got to her heat, the stronger it got, and her attitude changed as well. She was a little softer, a little sweeter , gaze heavy-lidded and body tired, cheeks flushed as if she’d been drinking.
She was more affectionate too, a side of her that he both reveled in and made his skin crawl.
Satoru watched the way she let Mei Mei fawn over her, a hint jealous and irritated. She was one of the few female alphas that Satoru had met, an old family friend. It was safe to put the two of them together when they were younger, their scents clashing yet complimentary at the same time. When it came to Utahime though, he thought he might hate her. He had to keep those thoughts under wraps though, or Utahime wouldn’t let him get near her, clinging to Mei Mei instead as if she would protect her.
Instead, Satoru swallowed the temptation to grab her and yank her to his side, waiting until Mei Mei left to take a call from her father. The second Utahime was alone, he stepped forward, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear when she turned to face him. “Well, aren’t you a sweet girl?”
Utahime startled, the praise likely going directly to her cunt. Blush washed over her face, a nervous smile twitching at her lips before she seemingly remembered herself and scowled. “I’m not a sweet girl. I’m your senpai.”
“Senpai,” Satoru drawled, as if sounding out the foreign term. It wasn’t one he’d used often, no one his superior in terms of strength. His eyes fell upon hers, spotting the heavy dilation of her pupils. “I like the sound of that. What about you?”
Even though she was still blushing – and obviously affected – Utahime gritted her teeth and muttered, “How do you make that sound so dirty?”
“Is it?” Satoru asked innocently. “Is your mind in the gutter, senpai? I’m your kohai! That’s very inappropriate.”
Utahime shot him a glare, knowing damn well that he was teasing her, and stomped away, though he watched in amusement when she realized she was going the wrong way and was forced to turn left to go back to the dorms. She would likely lock herself up in her room, crawl on her bed, hump her pillows to release any tension she felt over the whole thing. What he would give to be there for it, but no, she wasn’t about to let him get near her right now. Mei Mei said Utahime dealt with her heats completely alone, even though she herself had offered to help.
Satoru supposed he had to be grateful for Utahime’s stubbornness. If Mei Mei had her first, she would’ve held that over his head for the rest of his life.
Three days later, it was becoming unbearable, Utahime’s heat almost fully upon them. Satoru could tell from the way he caught Yaga popping a few painkillers, rubbing away the tension in his forehead. Utahime didn’t attend class when it was like this, too shy to see the effect she had on others. Besides, only betas were able to work uninhibited around her. She wasn’t completely in heat, meaning that she didn’t drive alphas out of their minds, but it was frustrating for sure, as if someone had sprayed too much perfume or cologne in the air. Suguru annoyed him, Mei Mei irritated him, and even Shoko’s cigarette smoke, blocking Utahime’s scent, made him snap.
In short, Satoru was a dick, but he was still in control of himself.
Everyone knew what was happening. Her body was so tempting , her voice alluring like a siren’s, and so Utahime stayed on campus. Only Shoko, Haibara, and Nanami visited her, going to her dorm to play card games and eat their meals. The latter two hadn’t presented yet so they were safe to be around her, though Satoru figured they’d be betas. According to Mei Mei, only Kusukabe could stand to be near her when she was close to her heats, but even he had embarrassingly admitted that it was hard on him. He might’ve been a beta, but he was still a guy.
Satoru waited in between lunch and dinner, knowing Shoko was busy with her extra lessons to prepare her for med school and Nanami and Haibara were in class. Standing outside Utahime’s dorm, he could smell her scent, breathing it in deeply. Even on the cusp of a heat, she was the best thing he’d ever smelled, and this was only the fourth time he’d experienced her heat.
Shaking his head at himself, he knocked on the door, eagerly awaiting for Utahime to rouse herself.
“Shoko?” Her voice was muffled by the door, but he could hear the neediness, the insecurity. Omegas didn’t do well alone during their heats, and Utahime had gone through them alone for years.
“No, it’s Gojo.”
A lump in his throat, Satoru waited for her response. With the door separating them, he couldn’t pick out a change in her scent, but he could see the spike of her curse energy. It flared warningly, but instead of stepping away, it trickled toward the door, like it was reaching out to him. Eager for coupling with a stronger sorcerer.
“Go away, Gojo,” Utahime told him, though he heard the trembling of her voice.
“I just wanted to check on you,” Satoru insisted. “Shoko said you wouldn’t eat lunch.”
It wasn’t a lie. Shoko had worried over it with a furrowed brow, muttering that Utahime could do little more than pick at her food. She would need her strength, Shoko said, especially if she was going to suffer through the heat alone. She needed sustenance and liquid, or she could hurt herself. Shoko had admitted to not dealing with omegas or even alphas much. Her family had been filled with betas and alphas wanted little to do with a beta, which was fine by her, so Utahime worried her.
Somehow, that concern had bled into Satoru. It almost made him laugh. He’d never given a shit about omegas before, but for some reason, the idea of Utahime hurting herself, this pretty little omega, made his stomach turn. Alpha instincts weren’t all about dominating others, it appeared. It was annoying, but he figured if he could get an inch in with her, he’d get over it.
“You need to eat something,” Satoru pointed out. “You don’t want to do something rash tomorrow, do you?”
“What do you care?” Utahime seethed bitingly.
“I don’t want to care,” Satoru shot back, “but here I am, worrying about my senpai.”
The door was ripped open, revealing a rather disheveled Utahime. Her scent washed over him immediately, sweet and powerful, just the way he liked. In fact, it was everything he liked, like she was made for him. He had to blink his eyes and wipe at his nose with the back of his hand to clear his mind, trying hard to focus on her curse energy instead of her scent or her body. It was hard, especially with those short shorts and tank-top, one of the thin straps having slid down her arm, probably because she was already getting too hot.
“Are you satisfied now?” Utahime demanded. “I gave you a taste. Now you can leave me alone.”
Satoru opened his mouth, finding it dry. She had done it on purpose. She’d known exactly what he wanted and had given him, but just a taste couldn’t possibly be enough. Did she do this for other alphas? Gave little bits of herself to them before her heat, enough to sate them so they wouldn’t try to hunt her down during them? Wanting Utahime was akin to craving sweets, but one piece had never been enough to sate his desire.
He stared at her, unable to look away. “Utahime…”
“You have to leave,” Utahime told him. “Satoru, you have to–”
Satoru reached out before he could even think of what he was doing, cupping the side of her face. She responded instantly, a little squeak of fear escaping her, but then she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, her cheek resting in the palm of his hand. “Take care of yourself, Uta,” he told her in a low voice, somewhere deeper in his chest. “I don’t want you hurting yourself. You’re so pretty.”
Utahime shivered, a multitude of conflicting feelings over the compliment torturing her. “Satoru…please…”
When he tapped her cheek, Utahime opened her eyes again, lowering her heavy-lidded gaze from his face to the bag from a gas station hanging from his hand. She took it from him hesitantly, peering into the bag, blinking when she realized that it was filled with an assortment of snacks. A confused look flickered across her face, and she looked up at him questioningly, pink lips parted so cutely.
Satoru grinned. “You gotta keep up your energy.” He rubbed his thumb over her lips, desperate to slip the tip in between, but he somehow managed to resist the urge. “After all, if you’re able to handle your heats all on your own without an alpha’s help, then maybe you’re not as weak as you appear.”
Using all his strength, Satoru managed to pull his hand away from her, pocketing both of them. He turned on his heels after that, sauntering away, leaving her to gape at him in her doorway. How he managed to stay cool and collected all the way to his room was beyond him, but perhaps it was due to the dazed fog he was in after soaking in her scent as such close-contact. He could still smell her on his palm when he collapsed in bed, already hard in his pants. Closing his eyes, he thought of the way her chest slowly rose and fell, her little tits already filled out more, her hips seemingly more pronounced.
Fuck, it was too much and not enough. He didn’t just want her. He needed her.
With only two to three heats a year, Satoru told himself he could wait, but it was so much harder than he’d anticipated, especially when Utahime was forced to return to campus to have her heats. Point blank, Jujutsu High was the safest place for her to wait them out, especially since she remained steadfastly unbonded. Truth be told, Satoru had worried she would find a mate or get bonded not long after she graduated, let loose in the world, any alpha roaming around wanting to take her for their own.
But, from what Mei Mei said, Utahime didn’t let male alphas touch her. In fact, Satoru was probably the only one to come close to her near her heats. By the time he was in his third year, she had begun to work more with the higher-ups, a safer position for someone of her status, but it did mean being around a lot of old alphas. They were way past their prime, not much of a threat to her, and probably enjoyed getting a hard-on from catching her scent during the time she worked around them. Even if they wanted to claim her, they wouldn’t have been able to, and so Satoru didn’t complain too much.
Plus, he was excited when she came back to campus. He knew if she brought a suitcase with her, it would be a more extended stay, not just to use the school as a pit stop before or after a mission or to visit Shoko. The only other time she’d stayed on campus for longer than a few days was after Haibara died, and he had heard her singing through the night, soothing Nanami enough until he could sleep for longer than an hour without waking up screaming.
When she arrived that fall, suitcase in hand, Satoru knew things were different. He had spent the past three years working her, peppering her with praise here and there, always timed perfectly right before her heats were upon her. She was in one of the spare visiting sorcerer rooms on campus, suitcase on the bed, carefully unfolding her clothes and hanging them in the closet despite the fact that she wouldn’t want to wear much of anything in the coming days. The door was wide open for air, so he leaned against the threshold, watching, waiting, taking note of her scent.
More mellow, a steady stream like her curse energy, but still just as delicious. She might’ve learned to control it better, but she’d never be able to shake just how good she was.
“What do you want, Gojo?” Utahime asked without looking back at him.
“You,” Satoru shot back playfully, bluntly honest.
Utahime stiffened, then took a deep breath and continued her unpacking. “How unfortunate.”
“You look good,” Satoru noted. “Smell good too.” He closed his eyes and took it in again, savoring every unique note of it. “You got like – what? – twelve more hours before your heat’s in full force. You’re cutting it awfully close this time, aren’t you?”
“I know how to take care of myself,” Utahime said, closing her empty suitcase and setting it down at the foot of the bed. “Did you come here to berate me? Every other alpha seems to have it in their heads that they know how I should live my life.”
“Nah, I wouldn’t tell you what to do,” Satoru chuckled. “Even if you were mine.”
Utahime turned her head slightly, glaring at him out of the corner of her eye. “Well, I’m not, so there’s no point in thinking about that.”
“You’re not gonna be my sweet girl, senpai ?” Satoru teased lightly.
The praise had an instantaneous effect on Utahime, a full body shiver rolling down her spine, a wave of pleasant pheromones crashing over him in return. Twelve hours might have been an overestimate. If he was a more hopeful alpha, he would’ve thought her heat was only a few hours away from completely setting in.
When he took a step forward into the room, Utahime held up a hand and sharply gasped, “Don’t.”
Satoru blinked behind his sunglasses. “Why not, Uta?”
“I…” Utahime closed her eyes and swallowed. “You’re close to a rut. I can… I can sense it.”
A sheepish smile crossed Satoru’s face. “Maybe.”
Not long after he presented as an alpha, he’d been told he had a stronger scent than most alphas, to the point where he had to wear a scent patch growing up. His parents didn’t want some pliant, basic omega throwing themselves at him and accidentally getting knocked up. His early ruts, uncontrollable as they were, had been strong enough to send weaker omegas spiraling into their heat out of cycle. Satoru had always wondered if he could trigger Utahime’s, but Yaga had never taken the chance, always sending her on faraway missions when his ruts came over him.
Their cycles had never coincided with one another’s – until now.
“Gojo…” Utahime was trembling, ever so slightly. “I need…”
He licked his lips. “Yeah?”
“I need you… I need you to leave,” she managed to force out.
“Don’t you want to know what it’s like?” Satoru asked. “Don’t you wanna know how good it can feel?”
“I can’t… You…” Utahime shook her head, her pigtails bouncing against the front of her chest. She clutched at her modest hakama, knuckles turning white. When she opened her eyes, however, her eyes were dilated more than usual, a sure sign of her heat coming upon her fast. “You don’t want this. It’s just… It’s just the hormones. This isn’t appropriate.”
“Nah, Uta, I really do.” Satoru laughed. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, senpai .”
She sucked in a deep breath again, and that was when he knew he had her. She liked hearing it too much.
Satoru stepped further into the room – and drew the door shut behind him, locking them in the room together. A half-hearted whine escaped her, but she didn’t move, not even when he approached her. Only when he touched her, his hand on her back, did she finally move, melting into him. She was warm to the touch even over her clothes, sweat beading on her skin. He leaned down, licking at the back of her neck, tasting sugar and something more that was uniquely Utahime, a moan slipping from him as she shivered.
“You taste sweet,” Satoru mumbled, his hand falling down to her hip. “Why do you taste so sweet?”
“I-I don’t,” Utahime insisted, squirming when he gripped her tighter. “I just– I taste like-like whatever you want–”
“Fuck, that’s even hotter,” Satoru breathed out over her skin. “You’re the perfect omega.”
Grabbing the sash around her waist, he untied it, loosening her hakama for it to pool at her feet. She’d already taken her boots off, unlaced and properly set aside near the door. Pulling at her kosode, he smiled when he realized that she’d forgone most of the usual undergarments, not even wearing a thin shift, likely suffering too much from her heat to tolerate them. Only her undergarments were underneath, and he was relieved to slide his palms over the bare skin of her stomach, enjoying the way she moved with each jittery breath.
“Cute,” Satoru said, unable to help himself.
Utahime tilted her head back, looking up at him with wide doe-like eyes. “Am I?”
Satoru cupped her chin, stroking her jaw with his thumb. “You like that? Like it when I compliment you?” She tried to jerk her head away, a little petulant, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he smiled, securing his grip on her. “No need to be shy about it. I like complimenting you, and you like being good.”
“No-no, I-I don’t–” She cut herself off with a whimper when his hand brushed against her chest, cupping a tit over her bra. Judging by the way she subtly pressed her chest further into his hand, her body must’ve been sensitive right now. He let go of her chin so he could push the kosode over her shoulders, letting it join the hakama on the floor. She trembled violently as he ran his hands over her body. He delighted in the goosebumps that pricked at her skin, the sound of her panting echoing in his head.
Using his superior strength and body, Satoru pushed her down onto the bed, lording over top of her. Utahime, ever the good omega, spread her legs, instinctively allowing him in between. Even if she was inexperienced, her body knew what to do, opening herself up to him. Holding himself over her, he lowered his hips to ground his clothed cock against her underwear. She was already soaked, her body preparing itself for him, wetting the front of his pants. He didn’t care, not when it felt so good.
A blissful expression flitted across Utahime’s face, one he’d never seen before. It was beautiful, mesmerizing, and he couldn’t help but stare as she squirmed underneath him. Blush dusted her cheeks, her eyes closed as she rolled her hips against his, grasping fistfuls of the blanket to ground herself. He lifted himself up long enough to shuck his jacket and pull his shirt over his head, tossing them both somewhere in the room, and leaned over her again to kiss her on the lips. She whined into his mouth, kissing him so needily that it threatened to overwhelm him.
Honestly, he wasn’t sure if his rut had sped up her heat or if her heat had ramped up his rut, but it didn’t matter, not when he was consumed with the need to have her.
“Touch me,” Satoru demanded against her lips, and Utahime obeyed immediately. She wrapped one hand around the back of his head, burying her fingers in his hair, and slid the other up his chest, her nails grazing his skin. This time, he was the one to shiver, pleasuring coursing through his body. She felt so fucking good. Propped on his forearms, he kissed across her cheek and down her neck, sucking on the vulnerable skin. His rolling hips distracted her, the two of them rocking together, her whimpers growing more frantic and desperate, but when he nipped at her with the tips of his teeth, she startled.
Her curse energy flared warningly. “Gojo, no–”
“I won’t,” Satoru chuckled, licking over her scent gland soothingly.
He wasn’t so sure he was telling the truth.
Holding himself on one forearm, he undid his pants and shoved them down, sighing with relief when his cock was freed. Grabbing hold of his dick, he rubbed the tip against her mound, her underwear already slick with desire. He’d been with omegas before, even during his ruts, but never like this. It was starting to drive him mad, and he could feel himself slipping every now and then. He rubbed against her until it was unbearable, tipping her over the edge. She gushed into her underwear, crying out and shaking under him as she came.
He couldn’t have thought clearly if he tried, completely overtaken by her scent.
“So pretty,” he muttered into her skin. “Want you so bad.”
Utahime was still shaking from the orgasm, tugging on his hair. “I’ve– I’ve never–”
Of course she hadn’t. She was such a good omega, saving herself for a proper mate, for an alpha that would take care of her. Most omegas couldn’t handle it, allowing themselves to get fucked soon after presenting, bred by the time they were in their late teens or early twenties. But Utahime, despite being so desired, had held back.
It was almost like she’d waited for him to take her – or at least that was what he told himself.
“Mine,” Satoru growled. “All mine.”
A gasp was torn from her when he ripped her underwear off her, exposing her wet cunt to him. He was half in mind to slide down to taste her, but he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He needed to be in her, needed to breed her, needed her more than he’d ever wanted someone in his life.
Hovering over her, Satoru gripped her by the jaw, forcing her to look him in the eyes. He could tell she was already too far gone in her heat, eyes glazed over, face flushed, her lips swollen from their aggressive kissing. “You need me, omega,” he told her. “Tell me you need me.”
Utahime mewled, wiggling underneath him to press her cunt against his cock. “Need you, alpha.”
Satoru grinned savagely. “That’s it. My good, little omega.”
That was her only warning before he breached her hole and forced his cock into her cunt. Utahime keened loudly, body tensing up, but she was so wet that there was only a little resistance. After a few slow thrusts, he managed to bottom out inside her, fully sheathed inside her warm walls. It felt better than good, better than amazing. It was perfect, her little body managing to accommodate him like she’d been meant to be fucked by him alone. The thought that she had never taken anyone else only made that belief stronger.
“Breed,” he ground out, fucking into her more out of instinct than anything else.
Utahime clawed at him desperately, no doubt leaving marks on his back. “Yes, yes, alpha, please–”
Fuck, she was so far gone , stubborn Utahime relegated to just a fucked dumb omega. If he wasn’t so affected by it himself, Satoru would’ve laughed, but he couldn’t, not when he loved it, not when he craved it. He lifted himself further over her so he could grab one of her legs and fuck into her with long, powerful strokes, so hard that her tits bounced in her bra. She cried out every time he thrusted into her, the head of his cock kissing her womb, her walls spasming around him frantically.
Just like she was built for. Finally, after years of denying it, Utahime was acting like the omega she was. He’d always known she would be perfect.
He tugged on the cups of her bra, exposing a nipple so he could suck on it. The desperate sounds she made almost pushed him over the edge. He bit down hard enough to make her yelp, but then he sucked greedily, as if he could draw milk out of her. She wouldn’t produce that until she was properly bred, even the mere thought making him moan. Considering how much she whimpered and squeezed his dick, her tits must’ve been sensitive. It wasn’t long before she was shaking and crying, gibberish spilling from her lips as she came on his cock.
“Knot,” Utahime begged, arching her back to press her tit further into his face.
Satoru growled, slamming into her hard enough to make her choke on a sob. He could feel his knot growing, pressing against her hole. Grabbing hold of her shoulder, he shoved her further down on his cock in a series of harsh thrusts until finally his knot buried itself inside her. She damn near screamed, biting down on his shoulder to stop herself, and sobbed with relief over being completely filled. Her walls squeezed him tightly, coming again, and he came undone, spending his release inside her.
Bite her, mate her, take her take her take her–
He squeezed his eyes shut as he pumped her full of his cum, the knot keeping any of it from slipping out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck–”
If she so much as dared to expose her neck, he didn’t think he would be able to stop himself from biting her scent gland, so he clung to her tightly, caging her with his body. Her blunt nails were digging into his back, holding him close. She whimpered pathetically, the sounds muffled, while he panted heavily against the side of her head. When he finally managed to get a hold of himself, he lifted his head, forcing her to lay back, and kissed her on the forehead.
Utahime mewled, rubbing her nose against his so cutely that he nearly laughed again, hazy with pleasure over being filled for the first time. “Alpha.”
Satoru shifted slightly, making her suck in a gasp as his knot moved inside her, and kissed her on the lips. “My perfect, little omega.” He slid his tongue over her lips, and she opened up to him, allowing him to dip his tongue inside to taste her. She truly did taste sweet, just for him. “Gonna let me breed you properly, senpai? Fill you up again and again?”
She could only whine needily, and then he did laugh. It appeared as if honey did work better sometimes, and Utahime, stubborn as she was, loved it. Satoru would keep that in mind as he fucked her the next few days, wondering just how much he could get away with, because now that he’d had a taste, he wasn’t about to let her go.