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The first brush of Gojo’s finger against his cloth-covered clit has Nanami falling over the edge. He wants to hide his face in shame, but Gojo’s got him splayed out, stripped to just his underwear with his wrists pinned above his head.
He wasn’t nearly this responsive when he was in his old body and having his cock stroked. He’s garnered plenty of experience with his own fingers in the past few weeks as he explored his new anatomy, and quickly came to the conclusion that he orgasms on a hair-trigger. Even then, it’s so much better when the hands touching him aren’t his own, and especially when they belong to Gojo.
“What a sensitive pussy,” Gojo hums, tracing feather-light circles around the swollen bud. While barely there, the stimulation is enough to send a second orgasm rolling through Nanami’s body, hole clenching around nothing but the slick leaking from it. “It comes so easily.”
Nanami’s ears burn. “Stop,” he protests half-heartedly, even as his hips press into Gojo’s hand.
“I don’t think it wants me to,” Gojo says, bringing his middle finger to join his index in firm strokes. The increased pressure catapults Nanami into his third orgasm, the muscles in his legs and abdomen spasming. His underwear is soaked, sticky against his skin as Gojo toys with his clit through the fabric.
“Wow, this pretty little cunt is just ruining your pretty little panties.”
It’s always been second nature to correct Gojo when he’s being obnoxious— the man lies just as often as he breathes. Nanami's underwear—soft cotton boxer briefs—could hardly be classified as panties. He should point that out. But the flare of warmth in his belly and the gush of fluid that the words inspire choke his tongue. All he gets out is a strangled groan.
“Should we ruin your panties some more?”
They’re not panties, he thinks, shaking his head.
“You’re right,” Gojo says, an all-consuming fire blazing in his eyes, swallowing Nanami whole and damning him to a prolonged and sweet agony. “I think I wanna taste you instead.”
Gojo releases his grasp on Nanami’s wrists and ceases his torment of Nanami’s clit to set nimble fingers at his hips. Thumbs massage twin circles across protruding hipbones, palms squeeze the fat of his ass, testing its give, and blunt nails scratch the thin skin of his abdomen. Nanami squirms—his hole is starting to ache with how empty it’s been, clenching around nothing as Gojo brought him to orgasm again and again.
“Hurry up,” he demands, dragging Gojo’s hands back to his hips.
“We’ll get there. Just let me take my fill, first,” Gojo admonishes. But he hooks two under the waistband and slowly peels the fabric down Nanami’s hips, revealing his mound, dusted with golden curls that are turning dark with slick.
It takes a little wiggling to get the underwear down and off his legs, and then the look on Gojo’s face when Nanami lets his legs fall apart has him squirming.
“Fuck, what a pretty pussy,” he breaths, so soft and reverent that Nanami flushes hot.
Laid completely bare, exposed to Gojo’s intense perusal, Nanami suddenly finds offense to the fact that Gojo’s still fully dressed. His blindfold is the only thing he’s removed since their tryst began. He's too distant like this; untouchable as ever.
“Off,” he demands, somehow finding the strength to paw at Gojo’s uniform. Maybe he really did die all those weeks ago, and instead of an afterlife spent reading books on the beach, he’s being tormented with uselessness, because all he manages is to tangle his fingers into the seam of his jacket.
He lets out frustrated huff when his efforts to disrobe his lover are fruitless.
“Don’t worry, pretty baby, I’ll take care of you,” Gojo assures him, petting down the inside of his thighs, and pushing them up and further open. He leans down to set his mouth at the apex of Nanami’s thighs. Nanami still isn’t completely used to the absence of his cock, but the prospect of receiving oral for the first time since his unexpected sex change makes arousal prickle all over, and it's easy to forget the mild unease. He’d thought that some of his orgasms would quench the thirst of his heat, but it’s just ramping up, leaving him needy and desperate.
Gojo’s eyes hold Nanami’s gaze captive, leaving him unable to look away from how the bottom of Gojo’s face is obscured by his body, trying to beg with his eyes in place of words that won’t come for something, anything.
His plea is seemingly answered as Gojo gently blows over his throbbing clit—Nanami’s thighs twitch in response—only to bypass it and lick at his hole. The rough pad of his tongue laps at the wetness, drinking it down and pulling more forth from deep inside.
“Gojo,” he moans, in a wanton mixture of pleasure and distress.
His heat is screaming at him, insistent. Nanami just wants to cum, wants something inside him, can’t bear Gojo’s teasing, anymore. So he threads his fingers in Gojo’s hair and drags him close so his nose bumps right under his clit, tongue piercing his hole, and Nanami finally gets what he’s been craving—even though the penetration is shallow, it’s enough to assuage a bit of the ache that’s been gnawing at him since this morning.
He had woken up in a puddle of his own slick, nape and wrists and thighs swollen and itchy. Overworked scent glands producing an abundance of pheromones to attract a mate, Ieiri-san had explained during his previous—and first—heat three months ago. Nanami still isn’t used to it all, the overwhelming smells that comprise an instinctual and basal language, but Gojo makes it so easy to forget his uncertainties and submit to the Strongest’s whims.
Misery had been his only companion during that first and disorienting heat, over-stimulated and overly sensitive and so confused about the abrupt changes to the world and his body. Determined not to repeat that experience, Nanami had planned to ask Ieiri-san for some suppressants to ease his symptoms. He hadn't gotten very far before Gojo had appeared and whisked him away, bearing a dangerous and dominant mien that finally had Nanami understanding what alpha meant.
Now, he’s pressed into Gojo’s luxurious sheets, cumming on the alpha’s tongue, and his heat is starting to feel more like delirious ecstasy rather than prolonged agony.
A series of contractions ripple through his core and he’s brought to orgasm again, this time with Gojo tongue-fucking his hole and rolling his clit with his thumb.
“Gods, this is the most perfect pussy I’ve ever had,” Gojo sighs as he presses bruises into Nanami’s thighs with firm fingers. The solid grip is used as leverage to shove Nanami's legs up towards his head, knees almost at his ears, Gojo readjusting to get better access. Then he goes about sucking and nipping at Nanami’s clit until Nanami feels like his brain is leaking out from his ears.
Nanami’s hands fall away from Gojo’s head, loosing his grip on the white strands in favor of clenching his fingers in the sheets in a futile attempt to brace himself against the onslaught of pleasure Gojo unleashes. It’s an ineffective way to weather the storm, and he’s left unmoored, riding the crest of each wave with trembling legs, curling toes, and shaky moans.
By the time he pulls away, Gojo’s chin and jaw are drenched in Nanami’s slick and cum—Nanami’s clit is throbbing with overstimulation, his limbs heavy and boneless with satisfaction, but he’s still buzzing with want, each orgasm only slowly filling up the yawning chasm of his heat-driven, insatiable desire.
He needs more.
“Need you inside,” Nanami demands.
Firm hands roll him over, pushing and pulling his limbs until his face is pressed into the mattress and his ass is in the air, exposing his holes, ripe for the taking.
“I’ll give your clit a break while I open up this cunt for my dick. Does that sound good, baby?” Gojo asks.
Nanami releases an affirmative moan into the blankets, clenching in anticipation. A stray bead of slick trails down the inside of his thigh until a finger catches it, drawing it up and pushing it back into his cunt.
“Gojo!” He cries out, climaxing hard. Each orgasm so far has only served to wind him up; every peak followed by an even higher trough. He wants more, and more, and Gojo’s the only one who can sate his mounting desire.
“That’s just one finger,” Gojo coos, curling the digit and gently rocking it in and out. “Just imagine how good this pussy will feel when it takes my cock.”
And it will feel good, Nanami knows that, it’s been what he’s been dreaming about—being fucked open and stuffed full by Gojo’s fat cock, bred until he’s sloppy with cum—so he wiggles his hips to encourage Gojo to put more fingers in.
The second finger is just as good as the first, prodding lightly at his tight entrance until it slides right in to the second knuckle. His hole is slowly stretched open, until he’s got four of Gojo’s fingers stuffed deep in his cunt, flexing and twisting to loosen the muscle.
Gojo wrings out a few more orgasms just by massaging his fingers into Nanami’s g-spot, holding true to his promise of giving his clit a break.
Eventually, Gojo withdraws his fingers. “Good job,” he praises, and gives Nanami’s sensitive folds a firm smack.
Fuck. “Shit, Gojo,” Nanami says, startled, his voice breaking on his lover’s name. He’s got his fingers gripping the sheets, hips twitching as he tries to ground himself against the sudden stinging pleasure. It doesn’t do anything, and he’s forced to ride out the aftershocks of the sharp overstimulation.
Gojo laughs, amused. “Hmm, it liked that. Next time we’ll see if we can make this pussy cum just by spanking it.”
Nanami whimpers, and he’s not sure if it’s in protest or anticipation.
Gojo rearranges Nanami again, manhandling him onto his hands and knees. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of rustling fabric intermixed with Nanami’s heavy breathing as Gojo divests himself of his uniform and Nanami tries not to lose his mind. His heart is beckoning, omega body screaming at the lack of alpha dick filling him up.
Thankfully, Gojo is back moments later, settling on one knee behind Nanami. Gojo dips his fingers back into the mess of Nanami’s cunt before using it to slick his cock; Nanami can’t see, but the sounds are obscene and make his ears and the back of his neck flush hot. He takes a deep steadying breath and braces himself.
Gojo sets the blunt head at his entrance and his tacky hands at Nanami’s waist; Nanami’s breath hitches. He wishes he was on his back for this, wishes he could watch as Gojo bullies his way into Nanami’s tight virgin cunt.
The slide is smooth, the way made easy by the copious slick that’s weeping from his hole, and he’s cumming hard before it's all the way in. It feels better than fingers, better than Gojo’s tongue, better than all the times his ass had been stretched open around a dick.
Gojo starts fucking him with slow and shallow thrusts, letting his cunt get used to the stretch. He pulls back further each time, slamming in faster until deeper until he’s thrusting with the full length of it. It reaches so deep Nanami thinks he feels it in his throat.
When Gojo slows to a stop, Nanami whines in protest. They’ve hardly started and Gojo’s already teasing him, denying him his pleasure.
Ignoring him, Gojo brings a hand up from Nanami’s hip to brush against his abdomen. “Feel me right here?” He asks, cupping over the slight bulge of his cock.
Nanami nods.
Then Gojo presses down firmly just under his bellybutton, and the resulting burst of pleasure tears a keening wail from Nanami’s throat.
“Gonna put my pups right here,” Gojo promises.
Please, Nanami wildly thinks.
Warm hands move up to cup Nanami pecs, kneading the flesh as Gojo fucks into Nanami with slow, steady thrusts.
“Get your tits nice and swollen with milk,” he continues. With that, he pinches Nanami’s nipples hard and quick.
“Oh, fuck!” Nanami is violently yanked over the edge, pussy spasming as he creams all over Gojo’s dick, arms going weak and dropping him to his elbows as he rides out the waves of pleasure.
“Why didn’t you tell me your nipples were so sensitive, baby,” Gojo says, petting gently over the stiff buds.
“I didn’t, ah, kno—oh,” he moans, each brush of Gojo’s fingers igniting bursts of pleasure.
“Aw, nobody play with them before?”
Nanami isn’t sure if that’s meant to be a serious question, but he answers it truthfully. “They weren’t that sensitive before.”
Gojo hums in smug satisfaction. “What a treat for me,” he says, before flicking and scraping them with his nails until it hurts, then tugging on them until they’re puffy. The whole time Gojo’s still fucking his cunt nice and deep and Nanami’s leaking and cumming through it all.
“Stop,” he eventually protests, when the tender skin on his chest begins to chafe. “It hurts.” He sounds whiny and petulant even to his own ears, but he’s powerless to do anything but complain.
“Once this cunt gives me one more orgasm,” Gojo says, rolling his hips. Nanami tries to focus on the slide of Gojo’s cock, tries to ignore the pain sparking in his chest. It works a little, and he can feel tension building deep in his pussy even as Gojo’s ministrations threaten to draw tears. He doesn’t become numb to the pain, but it is dulled, something achy rather than sharp, complementing the fullness of his cunt rather than detracting from it.
Nanami bites into his lip, desperately trying to hold back a moan that threatens to escape between shaky breaths.
A minute shift of Gojo’s hips have the head of his cock brushing against a tender spot deep inside, driving him quickly to the edge. His mounting ecstasy is tempered by a sudden panic rising, as something starts to feel wrong. He feels like he’s going to piss himself. “Stop, stop I’m gonna pee, you have to stop, Gojo.” He tries to shove away, but Gojo doesn’t move at all.
“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, baby?” Gojo says, unconcerned. His pace remains steady, but he angles his hips to hit that tender spot dead-on, and the sensation intensifies and then Nanami’s cumming, wetter than ever before, soaking Gojo’s dick and their thighs and the bed underneath.
“Can’t believe this pussy is a squirter,” Gojo says in awe, the slick noises of their coupling echoing throughout the room, made louder and more obscene by Nanami’s orgasm. He feels a bit wrung out, no longer able to hold himself up, and he slumps face-first into the mattress.
Clearly pleased with Nanami’s bonelessness, Gojo finally stops abusing Nanami’s nipples to torture his clit, which has been neglected since Gojo had his mouth on it. It’s swollen and drenched in slick, and Gojo barely has three fingers pressing against it before Nanami’s cumming again with a hoarse moan. His throat feels like it’s been ripped open, vocal pleasure dragged out of him against his will.
“That pussy just can’t stop cumming, can it?”
Nanami doesn’t bother denying it; he just wants more. “Don’t stop.”
“Of course not, baby.”
But Gojo’s a liar, because he pulls out even as Nanami’s walls are still fluttering with orgasm.
A distressed mewl, utterly unlike any sound he’s made before, is his admonishment. This is his heat, and he needs to be filled up; why is the alpha ignoring him?
“I’m here, don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” The words are reassuring, but he’s still too far away.
There’s some readjusting—Nanami’s knees pressed closer together, flanked by Gojo’s own, Gojo’s cock slowly gliding back in—then Gojo uses his considerable body weight to push them down into the mattress, their rhythm becoming a slow grind. It’s something soft and slow-building blossoming all consuming.
Pressed this close together, he can smell Gojo, familiar pheromones heavy and rich and making him dizzy. They fill his nose, saturate his lungs. Through the daze, he wonders why he hadn't been blessed with this scent earlier.
Gojo’s so big and perfect, above him and inside him.
Nanami’s head grows fuzzy, like it’s stuffed full of cotton, a singular thought remaining clear. All he wants, all he needs is his alpha. He cries, “Alpha!” as his pussy clenches hard around the intrusion of the alpha's cock.
“Fuck, omega,” Gojo groans, burying his face into Nanami’s neck. His tongue is hotter still against hot skin, draging along the tendon and scraping his teeth against the scent gland.
“Please.” He’s not sure what he’s begging for, but he knows that alpha’s cock isn’t enough. It’s wrung orgasm after orgasm from his wet, new cunt, but he still feels empty.
“You want my knot that bad?” Soft lips brush against his nape, followed by a light nip of teeth. Not deep enough to claim, and a part of him wilts.
Something large at the base of alpha’s cock nudges against his entrance, and he experiences a surge of panic. Trying to pull away from the immense pressure and intimidating size is fruitless—alpha keeps him pinned.
“Don’t worry, omega pussy was made for alpha knot. It’ll fit.”
“No it won’t,” he wails, trying a last-ditch effort to put distance between their hips. But alpha just hauls him back, impossible strength keeping him in place. It’s only then that he remembers—alpha is the strongest sorcerer. He doesn’t have any choice but to submit, so he goes limp, and lets alpha have his way.
“It will,” alpha says. “It will if you want my cum.”
He does want alpha’s cum, so he relaxes, and alpha pushes until it pops and hooks inside. The stretch burns, tugging at the muscles of his entrance and pressing alpha’s cock impossibly deep, kissing up against his cervix. A hot rush of cum floods his hole; there’s so much he’s sure it won’t fit. Alpha will be disappointed if his cum escapes, if it doesn’t sire pups. But alpha has a big knot—the knot is preventing his seed from leaking out, making sure he stays nice and full and bred. He’s satisfied with his prospective mate.
The fuzziness of his slowly mind falls away, and Nanami becomes wholly aware of how Gojo’s cock fills him up perfectly, the swollen knot keeping them locked together. He can’t even breathe without the movement tugging at where they’re connected.
After letting them catch their breath, Gojo maneuvers them to their sides, drawing Nanami’s thigh up over Gojo’s leg. Once adjusted to his liking, Gojo pinches and rolls Nanami’s clit between dexterous fingers. The walls of his cunt ripple with orgasm, which massages wave after wave of cum from Gojo’s cock.
Gojo does it again and again until Nanami is finally, truly sated and Gojo’s knot starts to deflate.
“There you go,” he murmurs, tucking his face into Nanami’s neck to mouth at the sweat-slick and sensitive skin. He drops a trail of sweet kisses up and along Nanami’s jaw. Long fingers tangle in Nanami’s damp hair, turning his head to face Gojo so he can capture Nanami’s lips in a brief kiss before pulling away just to look upon Nanami's sweaty and flushed visage. Nanami watches him in turn. Gojo's eyes are dark, pink lips parted, snowy hair disheveled, cheeks dusted with a rosy red—he wears the aftermath of pleasure well. Nanami never wants to close his eyes.
Something warm and fluttery swells inside Nanami's chest. They've somehow managed to carve out a moment of tenderness and intimacy amidst the chaos of his heat. It speaks of something promising, and Nanami basks in the sweet affection until an overzealous shift of his hips dislodges Gojo's softening dick.
Even soft, Gojo’s cock is thick, and it’s keeping most of his seed inside. When he slips out, Nanami’s whining at the loss. He feels empty. Worse is the flood of cum that’s leaking out and soaking the bed. A part of him is disappointed at the waste, as irrational as the thought is.
Gojo is clearly familiar with the demands of an omega's heat, because he immediately uses four fingers to plug up Nanami’s hole, keeping it stuffed and stretched open. That same something deep inside him preens at the attention and care Gojo bestows upon him—he’s attracted an excellent mate.
The thought is brief, easily forgotten in the face of his pressing need. Nanami is thoroughly used and sore, but heat is demanding, and he’s reaching for Gojo’s limp cock before long.
“Don't worry,” Gojo says, rolling Nanami onto his back. Even now, he takes up all of Nanami’s vision, the vast and overwhelming infinity of space, compressed in a man, a sorcerer with eyes only for Nanami. "We're not done. I’m not letting you go until I've bred this pussy and stuffed you full of my pups.”