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“You better not disappoint. I picked you off the streets. I can send you right back.”
A coarse hand on his chin, forcing his head upwards. Rough lips pressed against his ear.
“So do good for me, will you?”
Suguru shivered, rubbing his hands on his bare arms in a futile attempt to keep warm. The frigid air of the brothel and his lack of any substantial clothing exacerbated the feeling of dread that was slowly creeping in with each passing second.
His heart hammered wildly in his chest, and his knees felt stiff and weak. Each step he took was one step closer to potential doom — no, almost certain doom. If he said or did the wrong thing tonight, he was dead for sure. There was absolutely no room for any mistakes.
Though, the omega briefly thought on it and came to the shaky conclusion that maybe it wouldn’t be for the worst if he did meet his end tonight. Suguru had long ago resigned that there was no way out of the black hole that could be called his life.
There was no light at the end of the tunnel, no savior who could wash away the pain of his wretched existence. Maybe with death, he would finally know peace, know what it would be like to be free and away from the rough, careless touches of strange, dirty men and away from the constant nightmares of being thrown back onto the streets to fend for himself.
But, there was no need for him to dwell on such a bleak topic. It was weak of him to slip into such dark thoughts, to think that someone as low as him was deserving of such a sweet end. He had trained to rid himself of such feelings, to stop from slipping into an abyss of doubt and self-loathing. Once he fell completely, there was no way to claw himself out.
In just a few minutes, Suguru was to be servicing two of the most powerful, most feared men in Tokyo: Gojo Satoru of the Gojo syndicate and Ryoumen Sukuna of the Ryoumen syndicate. On the surface, they were powerful CEOs of huge conglomerates, well-respected men in society and role models for the youth. However, for those that dabbled in the workings of the underworld, the very utterance of the names Gojo or Ryoumen sent fear down rolling the backs of those that tried to oppose them.
The owner of this brothel, his owner — the man he was forced to call Father — had run into trouble with the two men. A loan that needed to be repaid or something along those lines, Suguru didn’t know the specifics nor did he particularly care.
All he knew was that he was an injured doe being thrown into the lion’s den. He had never seen a Yakuza boss in person, never servicing alphas of that caliber, but he had heard of them, how cruel and ruthless they were — how little regard they have for human life.
If he were to meet his end tonight, he hoped it would be as quick and painless as possible.
Rounding the corner, Suguru arrived at the VIP room where the two men were, the fancy glass door being the last barrier that separated him from them. Even with the door still closed, Suguru already felt slightly dizzy, the scent of powerful alphas starting to cloud his fragile mind.
By shutting his eyes and attempting to steady his breathing, Suguru steeled himself and knocked, hands trembling ever so gently. The door cracked open and an imposing blonde man in a crisp gray suit eyed him, a cold expression on his hardened features. He let Suguru into the room without a word.
Now inside, the effect that these alphas had was increased hundredfold. It was unparalleled, far removed from anything that Suguru had ever experienced.
Suguru was used to servicing alpha customers, often dozens a day. For the most part, their musky, heady scents disgusted him, causing his nose to scrunch up in response, though he had gotten very, very good at hiding it. He had to or else a beating was incoming.
The absolute worst was when he had to suck them off, the amalgamation of thick, pungent alpha scent and the taste of unwashed cock had Suguru reeling, eyes watering. He was eternally grateful for his impressive lack of gag reflex, though, most of the time, it was far more of a curse than a blessing.
Father loved to brag about how amazing Suguru was at not only taking cock but also sucking cock. It was one of his defining features and the main reason why he got so many clients.
He was known in the area as the bitch to go to for a good facefuck.
But this scent, or rather mix of scents, had the opposite effect on him. These alphas radiated power and dominance and everything in between. Rich and earthy notes, much akin to petrichor and pine, permeated deep below the initial punch of smoked sandalwood and spice.
Already, Suguru felt his scent glands tingle and his once stiff knees began to tremble, a fiery burning sensation starting to pool in his lower half. Wetness from deep inside him began to leak through the back of his black lace thong.
Suguru kept his head down and walked slowly behind the blonde haired alpha, making sure to keep a respectable distance.
When he came to a halt, a deep, baritone voice from in front of him scoffed. “This is what we’re getting?”
Chills ran down Suguru’s spine at the statement. Even so, he betrayed no visible emotion, choosing to continue keeping his head downcast. His silky, dark hair covered his pale features, obscuring the slight twitch in his lips. His hands were held together at his front, body slouched inwards, in an attempt to look as submissive as possible.
“Yes, alpha,” he replied, voice barely above a whisper.
“Head up,” the second alpha said. This one had a lighter, smoother voice but still deep and masculine in its own right.
Suguru obliged, lifting his head, making sure that his eyes were kept trained elsewhere and not on the two intimidating men in front of him. He had been taught to never look an alpha in the eye without express permission to do so. It was a blatant sign of disrespect, as if the omega were challenging the alpha’s authority, and essentially proclaiming to the alpha that they weren't the most dominant in the room. That was the very last thing Suguru wanted to do.
From the corner of his eye, he could detect that one alpha, whom Suguru surmised to be Gojo Satoru due to his white hair, was sitting on the black leather couch right in front of him. The second alpha with salmon hair, who could only be Ryoumen Sukuna, was seated on the second leather couch, beside the first.
The physical appearance of these alphas matched their overpowering scents. They were large men, easily towering over Suguru by a good foot or even more. He was sure their cocks were the size of his forearm or even larger. Anxiety followed suit at the thought of these men fucking him, stretching and using him beyond his capacity. The other alpha clients that frequented this brothel were never this tall and imposing.
There was also the third alpha, equally tall and intimidating, who had already made his way to the back of the room. From the frigid aura around the blonde man, Suguru guessed that he wanted no part of this entire ordeal and was disgusted by Suguru’s very presence. One less to worry about then.
“Mmm. Not bad,” Gojo said, as he stepped off the couch and slowly approached Suguru. Each step he took was polished and deliberate, a type of suave confidence that was expected from such a powerful and rich man.
Gojo walked circles around him, eyes roaming all over the omega’s lithe body, sizing the omega up.
Suguru held his breath. He hoped Gojo liked what he saw. Sukuna obviously did not, judging from his blatantly displeased reaction, but that was fine. Father had told him to focus primarily on satisfying Gojo Satoru.
“No need to be afraid. You can look up,” Gojo chuckled. “Your scent is spiraling, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you.”
Suguru doubted that to be true, but he forced himself to make eye contact with Gojo.
He froze immediately. In theory, Suguru knew what Gojo looked like from his countless public appearances, but he didn’t expect this.
Gojo was unfairly beautiful, and Suguru knew that from witnessing the man’s countless television and magazine appearances. But in person? Gojo seemed like an untouchable god, a being far above simple mankind.
His features were brilliantly ethereal yet simultaneously cool and masculine. Angelic white hair covered his head, and his eyes, framed by long, thick lashes, were an almost luminescent azure with flecks of glimmering white and sky blue.
Suguru willed himself to relax, taking slow breaths in and out. It was bad enough to be called out already. A less than stellar first impression meant hell for the rest of the session. Maybe he wasn’t as good of an actor as he previously had thought.
“What’s your name?” Gojo asked, stepping right into the omega’s personal space.
“G-Geto Suguru.” He cleared his throat.
“Suguru...” Gojo said, tasting the name on his tongue. “It suits you.”
Suguru swallowed, and then replied with a shaky, “Thank you…”
Gojo sighed and ran a hand through his slicked back hair. “This won’t work. I don’t want to fuck a scared omega. It’s no fun.”
“My apol-”
“Do you drink?”
Suguru blinked at the sudden question. For a good few milliseconds, he debated lying but decided against it, “No.”
“Most whores drink,” Sukuna drawled, reminding Suguru of his presence in the room. “No need to be modest. Doesn’t suit your lot.”
Suguru shook his head in earnest. “Father says I’m too young for it.”
Sukuna raised an eyebrow. “How old are you?”
“I’m 17.”
“Tch. Could have had me fooled.”
Gojo’s eyes widened ever so slightly, but he caught himself. Smiling his award winning smile, he said, “Pour yourself a drink. Any of them.”
There were tons of bottles of different yet expensive liquor on the glass table in front of Suguru. He hesitated, unsure of where to begin, much less which to choose, until Gojo helpfully supplied, “The whiskey.”
With trembling hands, Suguru grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured himself a glass, taking care not to spill and make an even further embarrassment of himself. He held the glass, staring at the caramel colored liquid in a mix of fear and awe.
He wondered how much the singular bottle of whiskey cost. A dumb thought on his end, really. Gojo Satoru and Ryoumen Sukuna were Yakuza bosses. They only drank the best, ate the best, and fucked the best, well, aside from him, of course.
What had Father said to get them to agree to this? Suguru was nothing special. If Father really wanted to impress the two alphas, then he would have been wiser to choose someone with a better body and charisma than Suguru, who was known to be timid and withdrawn. Maybe this was Father’s way of getting rid of him without staining his own hands.
A rather fitting end for someone like him, Suguru had to admit.
The whiskey alone was probably in the realm of hundreds of thousands of yen, money that Suguru has never and will never see in his pathetic lifetime. Even a million yen was nothing but a drop in the bucket for these men.
“Drink it.”
The smell of the alcohol was overwhelming, stinging his nose with its pungent aroma. Suguru was naturally sensitive to strong scents, which was one of the main reasons why he disliked alphas in the first place. Lifting the drink to his lips, Suguru shut his eyes, braced himself, and then drank all of it in one go. It was smooth but still burned all the way down.
A foreign feeling, a slow, languid warmth spread through his entire body, different from the intense burning and throbbing happening down below.
“Good.” Gojo beckoned for Suguru to sit next to him to which the omega obliged.
Gojo wrapped his arm around Suguru’s bare waist and grabbed the whiskey bottle, pouring more into Suguru’s now empty glass.
He watched with satisfaction as Suguru downed it immediately.
“You’re going to give him alcohol poisoning,” Sukuna said, gesturing for Gojo to give him the bottle. He poured himself his own glass, swirling the liquid around.
“Should be fine,” Gojo shrugged.
Over the next twenty minutes, Gojo urged him to drink more and more, having the omega sample the multitude of bottles of alcohol on the table. They all tasted different, some fruity and refreshing, others dry and almost bitter. Even so, smoothness was the defining factor and they were easy to get down regardless of the individual tastes.
Suguru’s face was starting to heat up, and in the back of his mind, he was frazzled at how quickly the alcohol was acting up.
A slight dizziness blew over him and suddenly the lights in the room were a bit too bright. His heart hammered in his chest, skipping a beat every so often. It was difficult to breathe, the strong scent of Gojo filling his nostrils and overwhelming all of his senses. Every movement sent waves of arousal up his body. Slick spilled from out of him, staining the leather seating.
He turned to stare at Gojo’s face, squinting as he did so. Those blue eyes… They seemed almost unnatural, more akin to the eyes of an omniscient god than those of a human. Suguru reached out to touch the alpha’s face.
“Like what you see?” Gojo asked, amusement evident in his voice.
Suguru nodded slowly, in a trance from Gojo’s beauty.
Gojo laughed. “That’s better. Sit on my lap, babe, and spread your legs.”
Gojo’s expensive dress pants would be soiled for sure, Suguru absently thought. He scrambled to sit on the man’s lap, shaking when he almost tripped on the alpha’s shoes. Gojo said nothing, patiently guiding Suguru to a more comfortable position. Warm, calloused hands were on his pale thighs, spreading his bare legs wide open for all to see.
Gojo gently untied the strings of Suguru’s black lace thong. He plucked it off, and threw it haphazardly onto the marble flooring, exposing the omega, showing off his half-hard, petite cock and puckered pink hole.
Gojo turned to better face Sukuna, taking Suguru along with him.
“Open your mouth, baby,” Gojo said, moving two of his fingers to Suguru’s mouth. Suguru took them in and sucked on the rough digits, coating them in as much saliva as he possibly could.
He knew what was coming next. His heart hammered in his ears in anticipation.
Easing Suguru’s legs further apart, Gojo teased the entrance of his slick hole, rubbing gentle circles around the small pink rim. He was already dripping wet.
“He’s tight for a whore,” Gojo said to Sukuna just as he pushed in. His first finger breached into Suguru, the rough pads of his fingers pressed against his soft walls, searching and exploring. In response, Suguru spread his legs as much as he could, allowing Gojo easier access.
“Yes, just like that. Good girl,” Gojo whispered into his ear, licking and nibbling at Suguru’s pierced earlobe. His other hand rolled up Suguru’s black crop top, exposing his hard, perky nipples. Gojo pinched one, rolling it between his fingers.
Suguru moaned. The omega in him preened at the compliment.
Crimson eyes trailed down to watch as Gojo’s thick fingers were consumed by the omega’s wet heat.
Sukuna huffed. “Yeah, he better be. The guy offered his best, said it would change our lives, like I believe that conniving piece of shit. I was expecting someone less scrawny with more meat and personality. This whore looks like he’ll snap in two if we look at him wrong.”
Gojo laughed. “Oh, c’mon! He’s not that bad. Nice face, perky ass, small waist. Let’s try him out first before we make any judgments.”
He scissored Suguru, stretching the omega out. “He’s tiny but I’m sure it’ll fit. Omegas are built to take large knots.”
“You’re not actually thinking of letting that man off the hook?”
Gojo rolled his eyes. “Of course not. Who do you think I am? But, that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun tonight.” He curled his fingers inwards, hitting Suguru’s prostate dead on.
The omega arched his back and gasped, thighs trembling.
“Oh, there it is,” Gojo sing-songed.
He began to finger fuck Suguru, plunging straight onto his prostate with each hit. His free hand roamed all over the omega’s lithe body, exploring every crevice and dip.
The alcohol was screwing with Suguru, lowering all his inhibitions. If he thought the scent of alphas affected him before, it was nothing to how they messed with him now. Gojo smelled so good, and he bet the alpha tasted good as well. He imagined Gojo’s fingers being his thick cock, debauched moans slipping out at the thought of an alpha like Gojo being inside him. He bucked wildly against Gojo’s fingers.
The lights in the room were so bright, overpowering, spotting his vision, and so he clamped his eyes shut. He felt so lightheaded, his heart feeling as if it would burst any second.
Suguru’s climax was building, body heating up further and further. His cock was rock hard and flush against his flat stomach. Tears gathered in the corner of his eyes, wetting his thick eyelashes, as he chased the orgasm.
He was so close. So close-
A sudden hand gripped onto his cock, thumb pressed over the head, causing Suguru to jolt forward at the sudden sensation. The fingers in his ass continued to pistoned in and out, each thrust with more force than the last.
Oh god. Oh god .
It hurt. It hurt so much. Tears flew down his reddened cheeks, smudging his cheap mascara. He whined, a weak and broken noise.
“Cute. I could eat you right up,” Gojo purred, pressing his thumb down further.
The pain was absolutely overwhelming, taking his breath away. His nerves were ablaze, fire consuming his entire being as he thrashed against Gojo’s iron grip. Gojo continued to abuse his prostate, causing the omega to spasm uncontrollably.
Suguru was sobbing, overstimulated to the point of no return, begging, praying for release.
Gojo savored every second of it.
“Beg.”
“P-Please , alpha…”
“You’re going to have to say more than that, sweetheart.”
“Please let me cum, alpha,” Suguru whined.
Gojo chuckled. “That’s better. Say it again.”
“Please let me cum, alpha !”
Gojo let go of Suguru’s petite cock and Suguru came hard, eyes rolling back and mouth slack. His surroundings blurred white as pleasure overwhelmed his entire being, and he couldn’t help the loud, debauched noises that rolled out of him.
He squirted all over Gojo’s fingers and through the alpha’s expensive pants.
When Suguru came to, Gojo had already removed his fingers and had instead encircled his arms Suguru’s waist, pulling Suguru’s back flush against his front. He could feel the alpha’s erection against his ass.
“This collar is so annoying,” Gojo whined, pressing his face against the leather wrapped around Suguru’s neck. “If I rip it off, and claim you, will that be a problem?”
Suguru didn’t know how to respond to that, so he stayed silent.
Sukuna rolled his eyes at the entire scene. His stony, chiseled face held clear boredom but his scent was on edge and judging from the tent in his pants, the alpha was clearly affected by the sight and scent of the naked omega. A good sign.
Suguru salivated at the thought of having Sukuna’s fat cock up his ass or in his mouth. The man looked like he was the type to have tattoos and piercings. Pierced cocks were always a treat, rubbing against his sensitive walls, abusing them and turning them red and raw.
“Get on your knees,” Sukuna said, standing up and dusting off his pants. He looked at Gojo and said, “I’m assuming you want to take him from behind?”
Gojo shrugged. “Sure.”
Sukuna unbuckled his pants. His enormous, semi-erect cock slapped Suguru in the face.
Suguru was half-right. Black, ornate tattoos decorated the thick shaft, but there were no piercings. His eyes traced over the dark ink, but before he could internalize the pattern, Sukuna shoved himself into Suguru’s mouth.
It barely fit. Suguru’s lips were stretched to their maximum. Drool began to pool as he struggled to swallow.
Suguru kept his eyes trained on Sukuna’s face, as Sukuna began to move, gaining pace with each thrust. The omega moaned around Sukuna’s cock.
The prospect of being used by such a strong, handsome alpha was exhilarating. An alpha of this caliber paying attention to him… To be able to service such a fine specimen of man, this was what Suguru was made for.
Sukuna’s cock was as thick as it was long. He could barely breathe with it currently stuffed in his mouth, repeatedly smacking against the back of his throat.
The taste was slightly salty and musty. Up close, Sukuna’s scent was much spicier than Gojo’s, who had a cleaner, more earthy scent. Their scents contrasted immensely yet somehow meshed well together.
He enjoyed both, but decided that he liked Gojo’s scent just a tiny bit more.
Something hard rubbed at his stretched hole. Suguru whimpered around Sukuna’s cock.
“Easy, darling,” Gojo said, pushing himself in without much resistance.
With each thrust of Sukuna’s cock into Suguru’s mouth, he was pushed backwards, deeper onto Gojo’s cock. When Gojo thrusted, he was pushed forwards, Sukuna’s cock smashing the back of his throat.
It was a constant back and forth motion, the lack of oxygen making Suguru delirious.
Suguru didn’t know how long this went on for, he had lost track of time. All he had were the sensations in his mouth and ass, pain and pleasure mingling into one.
Sukuna grunted, pulling his cock out as he came, spraying his seed all over Suguru’s face, painting the omega’s face in ropes of white.
Suguru moaned and licked his lips. The texture was thick and the taste was overwhelmingly bitter and salty, a familiar flavor, but the aftertaste was smokey and addictive.
“What a dirty bitch.” Sukuna hummed in satisfaction. “Clean yourself up for me.”
Wiping the cum off his face using his fingers, Suguru brought them to his lips. His pink tongue darted out to lap at the viscous fluid. He stared at Sukuna’s face, eyelashes fluttering as he savored every last drop.
Gojo was still fucking him with vigor, each thrust pushing Suguru forward. His large hands gripped the omega’s thin hips, with enough force to leave finger shaped bruises in the coming days. A particularly fervent thrust to his prostate had Suguru gasping, eyes rolling back, as he continued to lick the remaining cum from his fingers.
“Damn, you got off quickly,” Gojo absentmindedly mocked, azure eyes focused Suguru’s tight, pink hole stretched over his hard cock. With each thrust, more and more slick dripped out of the petite omega. It was endless, much to Gojo’s delight.
He slapped Suguru’s perky ass, causing the omega to jolt and arch his back, slick squirting everywhere.
“Shut up, Six Eyes. Try seeing how long you would last after getting your dick sucked by this whore,” Sukuna replied, buckling up his expensive dress pants. He made his way over to the leather couch, taking a seat, cigarette in hand. He leaned back with his arms stretched out. Crimson eyes lazily traced Suguru’s lithe form.
Gojo laughed. “A bit prickly today, huh? Fiancée being difficult?”
Sukuna sneered and took a drag of his cigarette.
Suguru angled his hips slightly more upwards and ground his ass on Gojo’s cock, clenching hard in the process. Now that he didn’t have Sukuna’s cock in his mouth, he could breathe again and focus entirely on Gojo.
“Well, now that Sukuna is finished…” Gojo trailed off. He manhandled Suguru with ease as if the omega was nothing more than a weightless doll. Gojo leaned back on the couch, still sheathed inside Suguru. He guided Suguru so the omega was facing him. “I want you to fuck yourself on me, babe. Show me what you can do.”
In this new position, Suguru had completely bottomed out on Gojo’s cock. He peered down, noticing that his previously flat belly now had a bump, an outline of Gojo. He pressed down on it in awe.
“Thank you, alpha,” Suguru giggled, raising his hips. He fucked himself on Gojo’s cock, bouncing vigorously.
Moans escaped from his bruised, red lips, back arched as he chased pleasure. His insides were being rubbed raw, but it felt so good, so good like he was made for this, made to do nothing more than make a mess of himself on alpha cock.
Gojo groaned, watching as the omega impaled himself repeatedly. He had planned on staying still and letting Suguru do all the work, but he couldn’t help bucking his hips forwards, pushing impossibly deeper into the small omega.
A flood of warmth filled Suguru, coating his insides, and he gasped in response.
Gojo lazily reached out, stroking at Suguru’s cock, bringing Suguru to his climax. The omega clamped his eyes shut, curling his toes, as electricity coursed through his entire being.
Before his knot could fully form, Gojo pulled out of Suguru’s puffy, loose hole. A messy mixture of Suguru’s slick and his cum gushed out of the trembling omega.
Suguru whimpered at the sudden emptiness, at the abrupt loss of warmth. For the first time, he wanted an alpha to stay inside him. The omega in Suguru was crying out for Gojo’s knot.
“Male omegas really are nothing more than mindless sluts,” Sukuna commented in amusement. He had finished his cigarette and was now leaning forwards, a hand resting on his chin.
“Yeah, right? The alcohol really did a number on him,” Gojo laughed, glancing at Suguru who was still riding the high of his orgasm, eyes glazed over, panting softly. Gojo then peered over at the blonde man who was sitting in the corner with his arms crossed, distancing himself from Gojo and Sukuna. “Hey, Nanami, do you want a taste? I’m done with him.”
Nanami rubbed at his temples. He had a flat expression on his face, lips pursed into a thin line and eyes frigid beneath his signature glasses. “No. Can I go now?”
Gojo pouted. “You’re no fun!”
“Good.”
“I brought you here for a good time and you treat me like this? I’m hurt!”
“Save the bickering,” Sukuna interjected. “You’re giving me a headache.”
Nanami stayed silent, choosing to stare at his watch, but his scent gave him away. Even so, he stood his ground.
“You look like you’re itching to fuck him, so just do it,” Sukuna taunted.
“Yeah, Nanami! Loosen up a little. I’ll give you a raise too.”
Nanami looked conflicted.
Eventually, he sighed and made his way over to Suguru, who was laying on Gojo’s lap like a limp doll.
“Ass or mouth?” Gojo asked, azure eyes glinting at the obvious tent in Nanami’s tight pants.
Nanami winced at the lack of tact and said, “Ass.”
“Lean against the couch,” Gojo told Suguru.
It took a few seconds for Suguru to realize that Gojo was speaking to him but by then, Gojo was already pushing the omega into a position where he was leaning against the couch, legs spread and ass up.
The feeling of another cock breaching his loose and messy entrance had Suguru moaning once more. He felt like putty, his legs shaky as he struggled to keep position.
Nanami’s cock was thicker than it was long. It didn’t reach as far as Gojo’s did but it did stretch Suguru out even further. The man’s thrusts were fast yet robotic, and he didn’t touch Suguru at all, instead choosing to keep balance using the couch instead of gripping onto Suguru’s hips and ass.
Nanami’s scent was salty and fresh, much like the ocean. It was less intense than Sukuna’s spice and Gojo’s earthy notes, and had a strange calming quality to it.
Suguru spread his legs as far as he could to accommodate Nanami’s thickness and angled his hips upwards so Nanami’s cock was rubbing against his abused prostate. He pushed himself against the alpha on instinct, bringing Namami deeper into him.
Another orgasm was fucked out of Suguru but this time he came dry, pain melding with pleasure, drool dripping out of his bruised lips as he squirted slick onto Nanami’s cock. He felt a new flood of warmth, hearing Nanami grunt from behind him.
Nanami pulled out of him and yanked his pants back up.
Suguru slumped over on the couch, his vision fading in and out. His head throbbed, and his body was on fire.
His belly bulged from the sheer amount of cum stuffed into him, and he rubbed languidly at the bump, a soft smile on his fair features.
The three men were conversing but their voices felt so far away. Were they talking to him? He thought he heard his name called out, but he wasn’t sure.
Everything was in slow motion. Suguru could barely think, fogginess blanketing his entire being.
A hand was on his head, rubbing in a circular motion. The touch was gentle and sweet, treating Suguru as if he was something worth protecting, something worth loving. Instinctively, Suguru felt himself purr, leaning into it like a touch-starved kitten.
“I think I’ll take you home,” Gojo had said to him. Or something along those lines. Suguru could barely tell. Everything around him was dimming, getting darker and darker.
Instead of fighting back, Suguru shut his eyes and let himself fully succumb to the darkness.
***
“You’re actually going to take him back? Are you serious?” Sukuna asked, watching in poorly concealed skepticism as Gojo wrapped the naked, unconscious omega in his jacket.
“Got a problem with that?”
Sukuna scoffed. “Yeah. You could do better than this used whore.”
Maybe that was true, but Satoru felt strangely drawn to Suguru, as if Suguru was the sun and Satoru was one of its orbiting planets. The very second he saw the young omega, he was intrigued, a foreign feeling that he had never once experienced in his 28 years of life.
Whores were whores. Most of the time, Satoru didn’t even think of them as people. They were objects to fuck. He had long ago lost count of how many he had been through. Majority were boring and predictable, aiming to please him with the goal of potentially catching his eye. None of them did.
He was no stranger to suitors. Omegas, betas, and even alphas from other rich and influential families were throwing themselves at his feet. He could have anyone he wanted, and so he had his fill of whoever, whenever.
But, when he watched Nanami fuck Suguru, something in him broke. He didn’t want Nanami to touch him, and knowing that Sukuna had fucked his mouth suddenly left a sour, squeezing feeling burning in his gut. It made zero fucking sense to think this way, to be so attracted to someone who was far beneath even the lowest level of the food chain.
Against his better judgment, knowing he would get an earful from his parents if they found out, which they always did, Satoru knew that he had to take this omega home.
So, instead of responding to Sukuna’s obvious bait, he chose to ignore him. Sukuna had unimaginable standards anyways. It was no use to argue with a man who fucked like he breathed.
Satoru scooped up Suguru and made his way out of the lounge and into the hallway. He was met with the sight of another male omega, blocking their path.
Messy raven hair and piercing jade eyes. He looked oddly familiar, but from where exactly, Satoru couldn’t recall and didn’t care enough to.
“You,” the omega said, looking specifically at him, jade eyes wide. “What…? What are you doing with him?”
“Taking him with me,” Satoru replied.
“Why?”
Nanami stepped in front of Satoru, ready to tell the omega off. Satoru stopped him and replied with a simple, “I want him.”
The omega glared in response. “What do you mean you want him?”
“You know what I mean.”
“What makes you think you can do that?”
This omega was getting on his nerves. He had no time for this and so he released his pheromones, watching in satisfaction as the omega stiffened on instinct.
The omega swallowed thickly but still stood his ground. A stubborn one.
“If you hurt him. I will…” he said, trailing off.
“You will…?” Satoru prodded, tightening his hold on Suguru’s unconscious body.
“I will make you regret it.”
Satoru looked unimpressed. Really now? Honestly, he was kind of impressed by the audacity. This random whore really had some nerve to threaten someone like him? He had been threatened countless times in the past, starting from childhood, but never by an omega.
The omega’s scent was on edge, distress rolling off his slim body in waves. It was cute really, how much the omega resembled a little kitten baring its barely developed fangs at a lion.
From next to him, Sukuna’s scent shifted from calm to slightly, just slightly agitated. Subtle, but Satoru knew the man like the back of his hand. It was strange how silent Sukuna was. Normally, the man had no patience for empty threats, especially not from someone so beneath him.
But, a quick glance at Sukuna gave Satoru all he needed to know.
Sukuna was staring at the omega, enough for Satoru to tell that something was different. He looked almost awestruck, and it was weird . As far as Satoru was concerned, Sukuna had never held any desire for anyone. The alpha had urges and fucked when he wanted to, but there was never any interest in any of his partners. They were holes to him, nothing more, nothing less.
Satoru could almost laugh. Ah, yeah. For sure, he was about to lose it. No way. No fucking way.
The omega was very pretty, Satoru begrudgingly thought, in an ice princess type of way. But, at the same time, he really wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. If anything, he was alarmingly pale and way too scrawny.
Well, not that Suguru was much better. If Satoru had to guess, Suguru was maybe a tiny bit taller. In terms of age, they were around the same.
“You don’t have to worry,” Satoru settled on saying. “I’ll treat him right.”
He wasn’t lying. That much was true.
Satoru wanted to make Suguru his mate.
The omega’s glare didn’t let up. If anything, it deepened. He opened his mouth and was just about to say something, most likely an insult, when a female voice called out.
“Oh, my god. I’m so, so sorry! Please excuse his unruly behavior!”
A pink haired omega ran towards them, placing her manicured hands on the male omega’s slim shoulders. He pushed her off immediately, ready to snarl at her.
Like all the other whores in this establishment, she had very little on, a too-small leather bikini top and leather booty shorts. Satoru thought she looked cheap. She had been there when they had initially entered the establishment and made no effort to hide her desire.
“Megumi has quite a mouth on him,” she giggled, batting her eyelashes.
“Fuck off, Uro,” Megumi snapped.
She whispered something into his ear and Megumi paled, his scent spiking in obvious anxiety. He turned heel and left without saying another word.
Satoru almost felt a little bad for him. Key word: almost. If only Megumi was sweeter and less feisty.
Sukuna’s eyebrows were furrowed as he watched the omega’s retreating figure. He seemed like he wanted to say something but he kept his mouth tightly shut.
For Sukuna to show this much emotion, to see his long-time friend and ally act in such a foreign way… Fascinating. Absolutely fascinating. Satoru would have to dig into that later.
Suguru shifted in his arms, snuggling deeper into Satoru’s chest. A soft moan fell from his swollen, reddened lips as he grasped Satoru’s jacket closer.
Satoru smiled and placed a gentle kiss on Suguru’s damp forehead.
From now on, you’re mine.