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Summary:

It’s only been two months since Utahime has given birth to their first child, but the sight of her being the perfect omega accidentally triggers Gojo’s rut out of cycle.

Notes:

Honestly, this started out kind of fluffy in a way? Like your boy is in love with her, and it was really fun to write them just being together and happy. Utahime is a little more timid in this than my usual fics because there is a BABY around, but just know that she's going to chew Gojo's ass out when he comes out of his rut. lmao

NSFW Gouta Week Day 5: A/B/O

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Utahime had been so cute when she was pregnant, all round and soft. She’d been ridiculously needy too, like she was permanently a day away from going into heat. Crawling into his lap whenever she got the chance, wearing his clothes around the house, clinging to him when he got back from a mission, happy to sleep with his cock buried inside her.

Gojo loved it.

He had always enjoyed the way Utahime’s heats made her more pliant and sweet. Sure, he loved it when she was feisty and snapped at him, so unlike other omegas, but there was something intoxicating about the way she’d melt with him just a few days after telling him off. He dropped Infinity just for her in those moments, letting her rub all over him so she could be covered in his scent, whining when he nipped at her mate glands. She loved being touched, loved being praised, loved the attention he gave her.

She had hidden from him when they were younger, often absconding somewhere when she was in heat or he was in a rut. She’d come back, a little duller than before and obviously tired from going through the heat on her own without a mate, and snap at him when he tried to touch her or got into her space. He had experienced omega’s heats before, so he hadn’t thought much of hers, simply enjoying the way she’d blush or blink in a daze when his alpha scent flared.

It wasn’t until the first time he experienced her heat that he realized just how wrong he’d been. Due to being unmated, her heats were irregular and one had come over her before she could be sent away. It had taken everything in him not to break her door down and fuck her on the floor like an animal. He cringed just thinking about the damage he and Geto had caused that weekend. It was only after when Shoko mentioned how painful it had been for Utahime to be around them that Gojo understood she wasn’t sent away for his benefit.

She wanted him more than anything, and it was absolutely brutal to be by herself when everything in her body believed he was meant to take her.

She had done her best to stay away from him when it seemed like her heat was close, but he crowded her after that, touching her, playing with her, being all around sweet. It was insane how quickly things spiraled. He showed up at her room, offering her one of his hoodies to get her through her heat, and then they were making out on her bed, Utahime humping his cock through their clothes until she came with a cry.

After that day, he made the decision to never leave her alone during her heat. He took her in truth during her next heat, fucking her for hours and knotting her as her body begged. She’d sobbed with relief, clinging to him so tightly that it was a damn near miracle he hadn’t claimed her on the spot.

He didn’t fully claim her until they were in their mid-twenties, forcing himself to wait for her benefit, but he couldn’t deny how happy he was now that she was completely his. Of course, it was laughable that any other alpha would’ve dared try to claim her or even make a move on her. He made it clear that she was his, draping her in his clothes and keeping his scent on her as much as possible. Whenever another alpha was around, he’d press his thumbs into her scent glands, a little ripple of pleasure shuddering through her, and smile at them.

She might not have been properly claimed or bonded to him, but she was his in every way.

Needless to say, no one was surprised when she ended up pregnant not a month after he claimed her completely. Honestly, most of their friends were shocked that it hadn’t happened earlier. Not that he hadn’t wanted to breed her, but he knew her life as a sorcerer was important to her. Alphas became so focused on claiming and taking what was theirs that they forgot nurturing and protecting their omegas was just as crucial.

But fuck if he hadn’t loved it when she was pregnant.

Utahime had enjoyed the pregnancy too, absolutely glowing the more she grew. Sometimes, when her ankles hurt and her feet were sore, he’d carry her around, all too happy to have her in his arms. He’d kiss her growing belly every time, showering her with attention and showing her off to everyone. He was proud of his work – pleased that he’d done what she wanted. When he came home to her singing to their pup growing inside her, it took everything in him not to lose it. The feel of her cursed energy washing so warmly over him was enough to get him hard, but he had to be careful with her when she was pregnant.

Of course, he tended to her needs. And she wanted him so much while she was pregnant, sometimes whining for his cock when he forced her to go slow and soft. It fucked him up in the best way.

She was his, completely his, and nothing showed that more than when she was carrying his child.

The higher-ups hated it. The last alpha they’d wanted to claim her was him. They had done their best to present other alphas to her in hopes that she would choose one of them instead. They’d even forced her to move to Kyoto, dangling a coveted teaching position in front of her. There had been many a night where Gojo contemplated killing the lot of them so they’d get out of his way. They couldn’t stand the idea of her cursed technique belonging to him, but that wasn’t why he wanted her.

In the end, it hadn’t mattered what they wanted. Gojo had always known Utahime would be his in time. He just had to be patient and bide his time, something only a truly strong alpha could do. After all, she was irresistible and more than a few alphas had overstepped their boundaries until they realized he was involved.

Two months had come and gone since Utahime had given birth. It had been long and arduous. The labor itself had taken a toll on her, weakening her to a dangerous level. It was perhaps only thanks to Shoko that she hadn’t died. The powerful mix of cursed energy, on top of her own cursed technique, had complicated things. Gojo still shuddered just thinking about it. He’d only been scared a handful of times in his life, but witnessing Shoko save her and their child’s life at the last second was at the top of his list.

The difficult childbirth meant a longer recovery time post-partum. She’d struggled with it quite a bit, upset that she couldn’t properly bond with their newborn while she healed. He knew it upset her greatly, to the point where she’d even pushed him away. That had hurt, but he’d understood. Even though things had worked out in the end, she was terrified that she’d failed him. Shoko had warned them that another pregnancy would be just as dangerous for her, but she wanted to give him everything and fuck if his body didn’t demand more.

She was just so pretty and perfect when she was pregnant. She was made for it.

He had to bit down every urge to take her now, but it was growing worse with each day now that she was better. Every time he saw her with their child, especially when she was feeding them, it was like he couldn’t breathe. Every day he went without having her – without being able to take her like his biology demanded – made him feel more insane. He was doing his best to keep a lid on it, knowing she needed time, both to heal and with their child, but it was difficult, especially when she’d gone days with avoiding him and locking him out of her room.

Today was rougher than usual. He couldn’t put a finger on it. Maybe it was because she’d been sweeter than usual recently, more like her old self when she was in a heat. Of course, she wouldn’t have one for a few more months. Heates tended to subside for omegas after they had a child, giving them more time to nurture and tend to them. Being a mother made her so happy though, and now that she was healthy enough to properly take care of them, she was glowing once more.

It did things to him – got him hot, restless, proud. He’d done that. He’d given her that. And when she thanked him? Oh fuck, he couldn’t handle it. He had to excuse himself to rub one out, picturing her full breasts as she fed their child. She didn’t even bother wearing a shirt when she did that at home, nearly giving him a heart attack. She’d filled out more since the pregnancy, but it made him want her more. He wanted to sink his teeth into her flesh, mark her even more, renew his bite on his claiming mark on her neck.

He wanted her so bad that he was beginning to think he might be the needy one.

Utahime’s pleasant omega scent filled the air, along with the gentle hum of her cursed energy. She’d been singing again, lulling their greedy little pup to sleep with her voice. Gojo loved them, he did. He loved being a father, but damn if their child didn’t take up all of her attention. He had to sit back and listen to her puttering about the home he’d bought her not long before he claimed her, catching glimpses of her rocking the baby and playing with their little fingers and toes and giggling with them on the floor.

He couldn’t take it. He had to have her. He needed her or he was going to lose it.

“Satoru?”

He blinked, not even having realized he’d stood up and followed her down the hallway. He stood there, watching her as she stood outside their child’s bedroom, hand still on the door. She had just put them down for a nap after feeding them. They’d probably be asleep for at least an hour. Normally, she rested after that, thoroughly exhausted, but he couldn’t let her go to bed alone. He needed to touch her, bury himself in her, knot her.

Fuck her pregnant again. That was what he needed to do.

Utahime wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “Satoru… Are you…? Are you in a rut?”

He didn’t know. He shouldn’t be. Unlike Utahime, he’d been regular from the start. Yaga had said it was the only thing that made him manageable. His last rut had been when Utahime was eight months pregnant. He’d considered going somewhere to work it out, too afraid that he’d accidentally hurt her. They both knew how rough he could be when he was in a rut, but she’d begged him to stay. It was so unlike her that he couldn’t say no, though they’d been forced to use restraints and even a mild suppressant to keep him from losing control.

He shouldn’t be in a rut so soon after, but he was hot all over and panting from the effort of not taking her right here in the hallway. His body screamed for her, demanded her, his obedient omega, her perfect cunt and tits. She was wearing loose shorts and a tank top with no bra, her breasts swelled under the thin material. He was already hard in his pants, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

“Satoru,” Utahime started hesitantly. “You need to… You look feverish. You need to take a shower. You–”

“I’m fine,” Gojo panted.

Utahime took a step back, pressing herself against the wall. “You’re-You’re not–”

Her scent flared, a mixture of fear and arousal. It was delicious, but he couldn’t help but be annoyed that she wasn’t coming to him. Normally, she responded so well to him when he was like this. She took care of his needs, just as he took care of hers. This wasn’t a rut – it couldn’t be – but after their first time together, she had never once denied him during a rut. She seemed to need him as much as he wanted her. His scent was more powerful than most, something that had driven her crazy back when they were younger. She couldn’t say no to him, so she’d been forced to run away more often than not.

But not now, definitely not. His omega wouldn’t deny him. She should be on her knees now, pulling his cock out to service him.

“Come here.” His voice was rough, his throat dry all of a sudden.

Utahime had to press her lips together to stop herself from whining, her head tilting back. “Satoru… please…”

Anger burned through Gojo so sharply that it took everything in him not to lash out. “Come.”

He didn’t use his alpha commands often. He didn’t have to, not with Utahime. Plus, he simply didn’t enjoy it, and his cursed energy and even name were usually enough to make people fall into line. He could count on one hand the amount of times he’d used it with Utahime, though it was usually for her own good like when she was close to getting herself hurt.

Using it now though was completely different, the surge of power going to his head.

Utahime stumbled forward with a cry, unable to deny him, practically collapsing into his chest and nuzzling her face into his shirt. “Sa-Satoru, I’m not– I’m not ready yet. I can’t–”

“Can’t what?” Gojo demanded. “Can’t give me what I need? Can’t be a good omega?”

She was visibly shaking, clutching his shirt in her fists. “The baby–”

“You’re mine first,” Gojo snarled. “You’re really gonna deny me, Utahime?”

“I don’t want to, but– Satoru, please, I don’t know what happened, but you’re not thinking straight. You’re in a rut. You need to leave or–”

Gojo snatched her by the jaw, pressing his fingers into her hard enough to leave a mark, and shoved her head back so that she was forced to look up at him. “You’re really trying to tell me what to do? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Her pupils were blown wide, completely dilated. He knew she wanted him too. She couldn’t help herself. She was such a good omega, her body seemingly built just for him, but she was so damn stubborn. It wasn’t usual for omegas to argue, especially with alphas, but Utahime was different. She was feisty and loud, perhaps in part due to the fact that she was an omega. He knew she hadn’t liked it. Mei Mei had mentioned her complaining about it before, and he’d seen the way alphas sniffered around her. She didn’t want to be the stereotypical omega.

He loved that about her, but right now, he wanted her to be his omega.

Wasting no more time, Gojo let go of Utahime’s jaw, only to grab her around the middle and toss her over his shoulder. She gasped, kicking and flailing out of instinct, but it did nothing to deter him as he carried her away. He’d been half in mind to take her on the floor of the hallway, but he had just enough self-awareness to know that would be a mistake. Their nosy little pup would wake up and no doubt that would make Utahime even more difficult. She couldn’t be quiet whenever he took her. Their bedroom was too close, so he chose a room with the most distance.

“Satoru–” She was cut off with a yelp when he all but threw her onto the couch.

“Turn around,” Gojo demanded. “Get on your knees.”

Utahime blinked up at him with wide and wet eyes. “I–”

“Don’t make me use another command,” Gojo snapped.

Lips trembling, Utahime turned around and got onto her knees so that her back was facing him. He ran his hand over her ass and lower back, sucking in a breath. Placing his hands on her hips, he dragged her back so that he could rub his erection against her ass. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation, smiling when she whimpered in anticipation. Fuck knew how many times he’d rutted against her ass over the years, even before they’d mated for the first time.

Hooking his fingers into her shorts, he dragged them and her underwear down to her knees, though he didn’t bother taking them off all the way. Despite her protests of not being ready, she was already dripping, her body perfectly equipped to take her alpha when he wanted.

He dragged a finger through her slit, making her whine. “There she is.”

When he slid a finger into her, she cried out and arched her back. She was so tight, healed from the months of being untouched. Her walls clung to his finger as he slid it in and out of her. It was all the confirmation he needed to know that he could take her. By the time he was finished fingerfucking her, she was a panting mess, her slick sliding down her inner thighs. When he pulled his finger out, she rested her forehead on the back of the couch, ignorant of him ripping his shirt off and shucking his pants to pull his cock free.

She snapped back into full awareness when he pressed the tip of his cock against her hole, jerking upright and gasping out, “Alpha!”

“That’s right,” Gojo murmured, holding his cock so he could rub the tip around her hole, inching in only a centimeter at a time, stretching her out painfully slow. “Gonna knot you, breed you again and again.” He leaned in close so that his chest was pressed up against her back, resting a hand on the couch next to hers. “That’s what you were built for. It’s what you want.”

It was fairly annoying how single-tracked his mind could be when he was in a rut. The desire to breed her bordered on manic, driving him absolutely mad when he couldn’t. They had agreed against it, at least until he properly claimed her, and he couldn’t do that until she was ready. It was a testament to his strength that he’d resisted the urge to claim her for so long, especially when her omega scent and cursed energy made her so irresistible to curses and alphas alike. Shoko seemed to get a kick out of it every time she re-upped Utahime’s birth control.

That was in the past though, and Gojo was fully intent on breeding her as much as he wanted now.

He pushed into her too quickly, and she choked on a sob. He had to hold a hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming when he bottomed out, his hips flush against her ass. Tears spilled over the back of his hand, but he couldn’t think of that, not when it felt so good to be joined with her again. It was like coming home after a long mission. He’d missed this so much. He’d missed her.

“Mine,” Gojo growled. “All mine.”

Her walls fluttered around his dick, and he moaned, dropping his head between her shoulder blades. Tight as she was, her slick coated his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of her. It didn’t take long for her body to become accustomed to him so he was able to fuck her in truth. Her body shook with each powerful thrust, but she took it every time, muffled whimpers escaping her. He lost himself in the feel of her, unsure of how long he spent pumping in and out of her.

When she stopped fighting him, he lowered his hand from her mouth, letting her moan. Laying on hand on her hip so he could continue dragging her back onto his cock while pushing himself into her, he dragged her tank top down, her breasts spilling out into the open. He pinched one of her nipples, making her squeak, groaning when he felt her leaking onto his fingers. She was making such a mess, milk dribbling onto the back of the couch while slick squirted from her with each thrust of his cock into her cunt.

“Gonna fuck you pregnant again,” Gojo whispered harshly into her ear. She whined, spasming around him. “You want that, Utahime? You wanna give me another baby?”

“An-Another,” Utahime agreed, slipping into the obedient omega mindset. His rut tended to do that. He had been shocked the first time – the way her mind seemed to go blank when he was in the height of his rut. It was like she became the perfect whore for him, giving him whatever he wanted. She enjoyed it. Smiling so sweetly before going down on him, laying down on her stomach and lifting her hips to present herself to him when he got out of the shower, bringing him water and food in between fucks still naked and covered in a sheen of sweat.

It made him wild . Utahime couldn’t possibly understand how difficult it had been to restrain himself for all those years, which was possibly why he’d lost control so badly now.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, Gojo yanked back on her hard enough to make her cry. “Don’t you dare deny me ever again. You’re mine – your mind, your mouth, your tits, your cunt. I will take you whenever I want. I don’t care what time it is or who is here. I’ll fuck you in front of our friends if you tell me no again.” She keened, her body shaking from a mixture of arousal and fear and the need to obey. “Do you understand?”

Utahime couldn’t respond, both her body and mind overstimulated, especially with the growing pressure of his knot badgering her hole. “Satoru–”

Gojo gripped her hair tighter and thrusted into her hard, nearly puncturing her with his knot, knocking the breath from her lungs. “Do you understand, omega?”

“Yes!” Utahime cried out.

He managed to shove his knot into her, and she sobbed, her entire body spasming as she came. With her practically gushing onto his cock, he was able to bury his knot deeper and spend himself into her cunt. He loved the way she became limp and soft in his arms whenever he came inside her. She loved it, the way he could fill her to the brim, how he came so hard and so much when he was inside her. Only his knot kept any of his mess from spilling out of her, plugging her up so that she could take his seed.

He let go of her hair, allowing her to fall forward again, and followed her, crowding her with his body so that he could stay inside her as deep as possible. Not that he could be parted from her. It would be a while before his knot swelled down enough to pull himself out of her. They would stay locked together for at least half an hour. He’d get her off a few more times. It was too hard to resist, the way her walls squeezed his cock and knot and milked him for every last bit of cum.

Gojo bit her shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, and she shuddered. “Good omega.”

“Alpha,” she whined.

His poor Utahime was shaking from the effort of propping herself up on her knees, especially after he’d taken her so savagely. She dseserved a break – of sorts. With his cock still buried inside of her, his knot keeping them in place, he wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her off the couch. She was practically held up on his cock, gasping at the sensation. He turned them around, sitting down so that she was in his lap. Leaning back and sliding down slightly, he let her lay against his chest. He cupped her chin, tilting her head to the side so that he could kiss her. His other hand slid down between them, fingers gliding over her clit.

Utahime gasped, her cunt fluttering. “ Oh –”

“I’m not done with you yet,” Gojo told her, nipping at her lips.

After all, he couldn’t guarantee that she would be knocked up after one round. He’d fuck her a few more times before their pup woke and then, tonight, he’d knot her again. Fuck, maybe he’d do it while she was feeding, as long as he was slow and careful. Her entire chest was soaked with milk, the sex stimulating her body.

“You’re perfect,” Gojo murmured as she panted, already so close to peaking again. “And you’re mine.”

“All yours,” Utahime breathed out, closing her eyes and burying the side of her face into the crook of his neck. She licked at his mating glands, touching her mark on his vulnerable skin. “Whatever you want.”

Gojo smiled. Now that was more like it. See? He didn’t need to use alpha commands, not when Utahime was his perfect omega. She’d truly been made for him.

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