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Gojo wakes up in heat, a sheen of sweat making the bedsheets stick disgustingly to his skin. It’s hardly a surprise. His heat cycle is regular like clockwork. The date is circled red in every sorcerer and curse user’s calendars. Nature is calling and Gojo Satoru is out-of-commission for a day. It’s an administrative nightmare for the school and a field day for cowardly villains. Gojo made the appropriate arrangements ahead of time, so any sorcery troubles encountered in the next 24 hours are not his problem. Today his only concern is pleasuring his pussy, tingling with heat between his thighs and begging to be filled with hot cum.
The thought alone has his cunt clench tight with hunger. He’s wet already, folds slick and throbbing in rhythm to his heartbeat. With a groan, Gojo flips onto his back. He peels the sheets away from his skin and lets his legs fall open. The cooler air over his drenched center makes him shiver in want.
The early stages of heat always make Gojo drowsy. As expected, he slept through his usual morning alarms. It’s well past 10, the right side of the bed empty and cold. Nanami must be in the middle of a mission by now. If Gojo had woken up earlier, he would have been treated to his alpha’s knot before he disappeared for work. But the fever lethargy got the best of him, and Gojo is left to his own devices until evening. So much for mating. Most professions come with Partner Support paid leave, but sorcery is one of the few exceptions. As short-staffed as they are, they can’t afford to hand those out. Especially not with Gojo off-duty.
Gojo understands the limitation of their world, but the part of his brain responsible for logical thinking is slowly turning off in favor of baser instincts. As far as his inner omega is concerned, Nanami should be home right now, breeding his bitch like a proper alpha.
Self-gratification will have to do in the meantime. Every flaming cell in his body is longing for the stretch of a knot, but he has handled heats on his own for years before Nanami re-entered the picture. Huffing a sigh, Gojo gets to work. The sooner he gets off, the less unbearable the heat will feel. He craves the bliss of orgasms and the temporary relief that comes with them.
Gojo strokes both hands over his chest, sparing a few seconds on his downward journey to squeeze his pecs. His nipples aren't usually sensitive, but heat makes his whole body greedy for touch. He rubs his thumbs around the puffy areolas until they tighten. It’s easy to imagine Nanami's tongue instead, teasing Gojo on its way down to eat him out. His fingers follow that fantasy path down his abs. They run over his happy trail until they reach his pubic mound. After scratching through white hair, his fingers dip between chubby sopping wet lips. He separates the plump folds and edges towards his slick hole. It's leaking the stuff steadily, clear and stretchier than usual. Gojo’s body is so fertile and ready to carry.
Biting his lips, he drags the wetness up to smear over his clit. It's fat and stiff already, big enough that Gojo can pinch the bud between two fingers and pull softly. His pussy twitches and gushes more slick, his jaw going slack. Gojo does it again and again until he’s panting. The fire burning in his belly cranks up to a broil. Impatient now, he pulls back the hood to rub circles on his exposed clit. The direct stimulation verges on too much, but Gojo loves the way it makes his legs tense and lust coil tighter inside his lower belly. Switching to rough up-and-down motions draws a wanton moan out of his throat. His inner walls tighten at the sound of his own voice, damp thighs starting to quiver.
The eager squeeze of his cunt brings Gojo’s attention back to the emptiness there. The next noise he makes is a whine. He wants, no, he needs to be fucked. His slit needs to be strained around a fat knot. His starving pussy deserves to pulse and seize around a cock, to milk his alpha for all he’s worth until Gojo’s dripping with his seeds.
"Fuck," he pants, eyes squeezing shut.
He turns his head to the side and buries his face in the pillow next to him that smells like alpha. A woody scent is suffused in the linen. Oak, amber and leather. It makes his head spin, mouth dropping open as he breathes in deeply.
"Nanami," he calls out needily to the empty room.
He’s so soaked his fingers stroke over his clit without much friction. It’s good but nowhere near enough. On a whim, Gojo grabs the pillow and shoves it between his thighs. Sitting up to straddle it, he pushes his wet folds against the stuffing. The pillowcase soaks up some of the slick. The fabric drags deliciously against his pulsing clit when he starts humping it, fast and bestial.
"Nanamiii," he moans again, imagining the alpha underneath him.
Gojo pulls out all the mental stops to finish quicker. He digs deep into his wank bank, scanning through his collection of sensual memories. Riding Nanami’s thick thigh, rubbing his slick over his abs, waking up to the alpha sprawled on his stomach next to him and grinding his wet pussy over his firm ass. Gojo zeroes in on that instance: spreading those cheeks apart to grind his clit into Nanami’s asshole. It was too small to penetrate but swollen enough to feel the clench of his rim, nearly as good as the purse of a mouth. He remembers dribbling slick all over Nanami’s full balls. Gojo got fucked so hard in retaliation he had to crab-walk on his way to work.
His cunt flutters violently at the phantom sensation. Gojo cries out as his first climax ripples through him. Always brutal and short-lived, it’s barely satisfying. He comes down from his high still hungry for more. His heat blazes fiercely still.
When Gojo lifts his hips off the pillow, he finds a soggy mess. The gray cotton is soaked through with a mixture of slick, sweat and watery squirt. The sight of Nanami's pillow covered in pussy juice is as much of a turn-on as it's a satisfying payback. Serves the alpha right for not being around to assist him.
Raising higher on his knees, Gojo spreads his thighs and plunges two fingers into his wet hole. He's silky and molten hot inside, muscles clutched greedily around his knuckles. A needy whimper claw out of his throat when he starts to fuck his cunt. It squelches noisily with every thrust. His pussy drools around the intrusion when Gojo reaches a tempo that makes his back arch with pleasure.
"Faster, hnnng, need more," he whispers to himself, voice thick and rumbling in his chest. "Fuck, oh god, please, I need more."
He slips a third finger alongside the two. They’re long and thick-knuckled but they still pale in comparison to a knot. Gojo wishes his wrist was flexible enough to fit his whole fist inside. Maybe that would do the trick. Regardless, he keeps slamming his fingers inside, his palm rubbing roughly over his tenderized clit. Gojo writhes over his hand as a familiar pressure builds.
"O-oh, yes, that's it. I'm cumming, I'm cumminnng," he moans shakingly, pussy gushing.
The bedding is splashed with another geyser-like stream. Gojo convulses through his orgasm, fucking himself through it. He watches Nanami’s pillow get even more saturated with slick. He keeps massaging his inner walls even after they stop spasming. With his free hand, he pushes his damp hair away from his forehead and licks the sweat beading over his lips. Gojo swallows hard. His throat feels parched. He must be dehydrated from all the sweating and squirting.
That's when he finally spots the bottle sitting on his nightstand. It's a testament to how far Gojo is gone that he only notices it now. Surrounding details rarely ever escape him. Next to the electrolyte drink, a few health bars wait for him. Nanami must have left those out before he headed to work. Not that shoddy of a mate, after all.
Gojo slides his fingers out of himself and downs half the bottle. After eating a protein bar in two quick bites, he drags himself out of bed on shaky legs. He better fetch his collection of toys now before the next wave of arousal hits. Retrieving his precious goods from the walk-in closet, he swipes a bunch of Nanami’s shirts from the laundry basket while he’s at it. The bed that usually smells like both of them is being conquered by Gojo’s scent. He dumps the alpha's clothes over the mattress to even it out. Gojo wants the bed to smell like a mating nest, not exclusively like the sweetness of his omega slick.
Back where he started, Gojo opens the drawstring bag containing his toys and pulls out the first thing in his arsenal. He’s not picky at this point, he just wants something phallic up his pussy.
As fate would have it, he ends up with a purple dildo that carries a medium-sized knot at the base. He sets the toy aside for a moment, just long enough to slip on the dress shirt Nanami wore yesterday. Gojo leaves the garment unbuttoned over his chest. He’s too feverish for clothes and the fabric doesn’t fit right at the shoulders or forearms, but with it hugging his upper body Gojo feels like he’s enveloped in his alpha’s arms. He stretches the collar up to his nose and eases the tapered tip of the toy into his cunt. He wastes no time before he slams the silicone dick inside. Gojo’s mouth drops open as he bucks into his hand, forcing the knot past his entrance. It’s not big enough for a complete tie, but it tugs at his hole everytime he pulls the knot in and out of his slit. It’s thick enough to pack a punch. Gojo angles the toy up to piston that spot that makes his legs shake and his pussy go creamy, spasming around its girth and covering the shaft with thick milky slick.
As pleasurable as the toy is, it’s not enough to quell his thirst. His inner omega wants the real thing: a flesh knot, the hot spill of cum inside his pussy and the possibility of getting pregnant.
With a bullet vibe to his clit, the dildo carries Gojo through two more orgasms. By then, his wrist has started to ache from the angle it’s twisted in and his lids have grown heavy. Gojo is getting snoozy again, halfway lost to the exhaustion of heat. He dozes off laying on his wet spot. When he wakes up not even an hour later, it’s to a fresh wave of desperation. The same cycle happens again. Jerk off a few times, quick nap, rinse and repeat.
By the time evening rolls around, Gojo’s clit is aching from overstimulation and his cunt is sore from overuse. His folds feel raw and swollen red, the bed is soaked through with slick and sweat, and Gojo can’t wait for this heat to be over and done with. The porn industry lies about mating cycles. After a while, nonstop orgasms lean closer to torture than bliss.
That’s how Nanami finds Gojo when he gets home: stinking up the bedroom with slick and desperation, frustrated nearly to the point of tears as he drives a toy up his dripping, achy, awfully greedy pussy.
"Look who finally decided to show up! Took you long enough," Gojo complains when their eyes meet.
He watches Nanami’s throat bob as he swallows, taking in the debauched sight of horny omega spread out before him. His nostrils flare as he breathes in the heavy scent that comes with it. Out of character, Nanami tosses his suit jacket on the nearest surface without care about wrinkles and steps closer to the bed.
The musk of alpha arousal hits Gojo like a freight train. It makes him throb around his silicone substitute, clenching tight.
"Hello to you too,” Nanami greets. “I see you've been hard at work.”
"Yeah, and I have carpal tunnel now."
"You can set that thing aside," Nanami says with a disdainful look thrown at the toy.
Feeling petty, Gojo pulls the fake dick halfway out of his hole before pushing it back in with a loud squelch. Nanami’s face hardens. So does the cock in the confine of his slacks.
"Why should I?” Gojo taunts. “It's better company than you. I can always rely on it during my times of need unlike a certain someone."
"I'm sorry you had to handle your heat on your own so far,” Nanami says, sounding genuinely contrite. “But I'm here now. I’ll take care of you.”
Gojo lets out a needy little whine on pure reflex. So much for playing hard to get. There's no resisting his mate when Nanami is exactly what he craves.
"Fine,” he surrenders easily. “Just don't make me wait any longer.”
With that said, he removes the toy and flings it off the bed. It lands on the floor with a wet thud. Gojo pays it no mind. Instead, he puts his hands under his sweaty knees and pulls his thighs to his chest. Almost folded in half, he offers himself to be mounted, proudly presenting his drippy cunt to his alpha.
“Marathon fucking starts now,” Gojo declares with renewed hunger in his guts. "If you're not naked in the next five seconds, you’ll be in big trouble.”
Gojo must look as intimidating as a soaking wet cat right now, but Nanami scrambles to disrobe anyway.
"No need for threats," he placates, unbuckling his belt after ridding himself of his harness and shirt.
Soon afterward, his cock springs free. Long and veiny and chubbed-up, it’s thicker than most of Gojo’s toys. The omega feels drool start to pool in his mouth. That's the stuff he's been dreaming about all day.
Nanami climbs onto the bed. He shuffles forward on his knees until he’s close enough to touch. Gojo does just that. Letting go of his legs, he runs both hands over Nanami’s muscular chest, squeezing everything within reach.
"You've made a mess of the bed," Nanami remarks, dipping his fingers in the puddle of slick gathered underneath Gojo’s ass.
"I'll do laundry and buy you a bunch of 2000 thread count sheets tomorrow," Gojo dismisses. His throat dries up when Nanami strokes his cock to full hardness with a fist lubricated by Gojo’s juices. "Quick,” he urges eagerly, “put it in. I want to hang off your knot."
Rather than comply by immediately pounding his slack hole, Nanami decides to tease the head of his cock across Gojo’s opening. He drags the tip against the sopping slit like he’s trying to coax more slick out. Gojo gasps. Cruel and unnecessary.
"Don't tease me," he snaps, entirely too desperate for foreplay.
"Patience is a virtue," Nanami retorts calmly.
Gojo is tempted to Hollow Purple the alpha into smidgens.
"Fuck patience," he growls out. "I've been supremely patient all day. Enough pleasantries!"
Nanami ignores him, still gliding through the mess of his folds.
“Oi,” Gojo calls. “What the hell a guy gotta do around here to get some di— oh!” The rest of his complaint shrinks into a whimper when Nanami rubs his cock directly onto Gojo’s tenderized clit. He squirms like a worm on a hook, thighs trembling. "Oh, no, nhhn. Not my clit. M'too sensitive."
"Is that so?" Nanami asks, lifting his cock and letting it drop with a wet slap over his cunt.
Spine bowing, Gojo keens.
"Please," he begs. "Please just fuck me. I need it so bad."
That pulls an indulgent smile out of Nanami. He leans over the omega, draping his cooler body over Gojo's burning one. Cupping his jaw, Nanami captures his mouth for a deep kiss. Gojo clings onto his shoulders with a tortured moan.
"I like this attitude much better," Nanami says when they part, voice so low it skirts down Gojo’s spine. After another peck, he adds, "Sweet boy."
“You’re awful,” Gojo squawks, blushing. “You said you’d take care of me, but you’re just messing around.”
“My bad. I’ll do as promised,” Nanami assures, finally sinking his cock where it belongs.
He sheathes himself inside Gojo in one long stroke. His stretched open hole welcomes Nanami easily and hungrily. Gojo mewls in relief, jerking his hips up into the penetration.
"That’s right, beautiful," the alpha praises. "Suck me in. Take all of it."
"Nanami," Gojo moans. The heavy press of Nanami’s balls against his swollen lips shakes his body with a shiver. "Breed my pussy. Pump me full of it. Give me everything you have saved up there.”
Nanami pulls out halfway. Despite his size, everything is so slippery he nearly slips free of Gojo’s cunt. Before that can happen, Nanami slams hard into him again. Gojo’s answering noise comes out a wailing sob.
"Is that what you want? Nanami asks. He pumps his hips in deep strokes, finding the swift rhythm that has Gojo gasp for air. "To get knotted and bred and fattened with a pup?"
"Ah, yes," Gojo nods furiously, head tipping back. "Get me pregnant, fuck this heat out of me.”
Nanami succumbs to his inner beast. He grabs Gojo’s hips and hammers in harder. Gojo whimpers, folds plumping even more from the repeated collision of flesh against flesh. Everything feels raw now. Pressure is building up again in his cunt stroke by stroke. The loud sloshing sound between them makes his cheeks flush hotter and his toes curl.
"Shit," he hiccups. "I'm so wet. Sounds so nasty."
"Sounds like music to my ears," Nanami retorts. "You feel wonderful. All hot and loose around me.”
“Don’t call me loose,” Gojo whines. Through the progressively fuzzier edges of his brain, he registers the beginning of a knot swelling inside of him.
“But that’s what you are,” Nanami insists. “Always so open and ready for it.”
Nanami scrapes his teeth over the curve of his neck, right where his bite mark sits. Gojo clenches furiously, a high-pitched yelp ripped from his lips. His cunt starts spasming the moment he feels the knot catch, tying them up together. Above him, Nanami lets out a sexy rumble that tips Gojo right over the edge. He makes another wounded sound of pleasure, and comes so hard his vision goes spotty. Nanami grinds his dick into his contracting pussy, starting to spill soon after. Gojo moans happily when he feels the hot spill of cum filling his insides. That's the quelling sensation he's been craving since morning, satisfying his hormonal urge to procreate. It’s so good he could cry. He is crying, Gojo realizes when he feels a thumb wipes away a fat drop of tear that spills from his lash line.
“I’m fine,” Gojo says before Nanami can wonder. He snags the alpha by the elbows and drags him down to lay heavily on top of him. He’s taller and broader than Nanami but it still feels comforting to be pressed into the mattress under his weight. There’s luxury in being locked up like this, sealed together at the groin.
“I'm not crushing you?” Nanami asks, settling more comfortably between his legs.
“I’m fine,” Gojo repeats, tongue heavy in his mouth. Now that the weightlessness of climax has lifted, he's starting to feel sleepy again. “Let’s stay like this for a while. Wake me up when the knot’s gone so we can go again.”
“Insatiable.”
“Hey. You have to do as I say, I’m in heat.”