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“When was the last time you’ve had your heat?”
The night had just started, and already Shoko was hitting him with the hard-hitting personal questions. Satoru was out for drinks with his two friends, as was tradition for a Friday night. A tradition that had started even before they were all of legal drinking age, with the help of fake IDs procured by Suguru’s shady connections.
“It was, you know…” Satoru waved his hand dismissively. His last heat had been long ago enough that he could no longer place when it had happened. Satoru had always thought that heats were more trouble than they were worth, both messy and time consuming. He also wasn’t a fan of the near complete loss of control, either.
“It’s not healthy to be on suppressants for so long without a break,” Shoko lectured him as she stealthily lit a cigarette with enough expertise for it to be worrying.
“I appreciate your medical advice and concern as my friend, but we’re here to get shitfaced, and not to talk about my poor decision-making skills,” Satoru brushed her off.
“Geto, back me up here,” Shoko said, pulling him into the conversation as well.
“Oh, uhm… Well, I’m not exactly an expert on this,” Suguru responded nervously. As much as Satoru loved his friend, it was always fun to see how tongue-tied the alpha would get when he and Shoko discussed anything related to being an omega.
“I’ll have my next heat when I find an alpha worthy of sharing it with,” Satoru promised. It was mostly an empty promise as he didn’t believe there was any alpha out there good enough for him. Except maybe Suguru, but they had previously tried being not-friends, and it didn’t work out well.
“Bullshit. We both know that will never happen,” Shoko scoffed, calling his bluff. She let out a disappointed sigh as she took another drag of her cigarette, smoke billowing from her chapped lips. A few patrons glared at her for smoking indoors. “Well, it’s your health not mine.”
“You never know,” Satoru weakly defended himself. “There is probably a perfect alpha out there just waiting for me!” His eyes wandered as he spoke until they landed on a tattooed man with pink hair nursing a drink alone at the counter.
There was something commanding about his figure, an undeniably alpha presence. The sleeves of his black collared shirt were rolled up to reveal two black circular bands around his wrists, and his veiny forearms that were thick with muscle. His handsome features were accentuated with small yet striking black lines, and he had an eyepatch covering his right eye.
“Like that one over there,” Satoru said, unable to take his eyes off the stranger.
“That one?” Shoko echoed. “Hm. Not bad, but he does seem a little old. Like, probably twice your age old.”
“Even better. I think I’m going to go over there and see if he wants to buy me a drink.” Satoru wasn’t naive, and he was well aware of how he could have nearly any alpha falling over themselves to get his attention. This one wasn’t going to be any different.
Sure enough, the moment he sat down next to the handsome stranger, the man had his eyes on him and a cocky smirk on his face.
“What’s a pretty little thing like you want with a man like me?”
While cliche, the way the man spoke sent shivers down Satoru’s spine, his voice deep and authoritative in a way that made some primal part of Satoru’s brain want to roll over and show the soft underside of his belly.
“Who said I was here for you,” Satoru responded flippantly, ignoring the side of him that so quickly wanted to bare his neck to the stranger. Anyone who hoped to bed him needed to work for it, after all.
The man merely raised an eyebrow incredulously, pointing out how there was no one else seated in their vicinity.
“The name’s Sukuna, by the way. If you needed a name to go with the face you’ve been ogling.” Sukuna took a drink from his glass of amber liquid.
Even though he had been called out for it, Satoru couldn’t help but stare at how Sukuna’s lips parted around the glass, at the prominent veins on his large hands, his eyes tracking how Sukuna’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
Would he swallow down Satoru’s slick the same way? How would those hands feel holding his legs apart, that mouth around his–
“Maybe I’m just looking at that ugly eyepatch of yours,” Satoru deflected rudely, but he couldn’t hide how pink his cheeks had turned from being caught, and from his lustful intrusive thoughts starring this man he barely knew. He knew that if it weren’t for his suppressants, Satoru would have been mortifyingly wet off of Sukuna’s rich, earthy scent alone. Already he could feel a small trickle of slick collect in his underwear.
“Mm. You’re lucky I find brats like you cute.”
“So you think I’m cute?” Satoru grinned at Sukuna, giving him the type of smile that would have had any other alpha folding immediately. He could work with being cute if it lead to Sukuna bending him over the nearest surface and fucking him until he couldn’t walk.
He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so allured by an alpha. Shoko may have been right about him holding off his heat for too long if he was getting this desperate this quickly.
“Cute,” Sukuna agreed. “But annoying.” Something in Sukuna’s voice told Satoru that he didn’t really mind Satoru’s behavior. Perhaps he was even charmed by it.
Sukuna flagged down the bartender after draining his glass, the partially melted ice cubes clinking as he set his cup down on the counter.
“Another for me, and one for my friend, here, as well,” he said, nodding at the bartender.
“Your friend , huh? So is annoying you all it takes for you to buy someone a drink? Seems counterintuitive,” Satoru teased.
“You can’t talk if you’re drinking,” Sukuna responded, shrugging as the bartender set down two newly filled glasses in front of them.
“If you wanted to shut me up, there are more entertaining ways to do that,” Satoru said suggestively. He absentmindedly swirled his glass around in his hand, curious as to what Sukuna’s preferred drink was. The neon lighting inside the otherwise dark bar made it difficult for him to determine what exactly he had in his hands. Whiskey, he guessed, if Sukuna’s appearance were any indication for his tastes. Something traditional and rough around the edges would suit him, even if that would be somewhat boring.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Sukuna said, sounding more amused than anything.
It wasn’t exactly a reciprocation of Satoru’s advances, but it wasn’t a rejection either. For once, it was Satoru who was being played with, and he found it thrilling how easily Sukuna pulled at his strings.
Satoru took a sip from his glass, grimacing slightly as he prepared himself for the unpleasant burn of alcohol. Instead, he was surprised by a gentle sweetness on his tongue and the slight sting of carbonation as the liquid went smoothly down his throat. The dreaded taste of alcohol was almost entirely masked by the fizziness and the sugar.
Rum and coke. Satoru could respect a man who was partial to something sweet like that, being the massive sweet tooth he was.
It didn’t take long for Satoru to feel warm from how quickly he was drinking what was given to him. When he had finished his first glass, Sukuna had simply ordered him another.
“You don’t mind if I…?” Satoru asked, playing with the buttons on his shirt. He felt too hot to be wearing any clothes, and his face was tingly and flushed pink.
“Not at all.”
Satoru undid the top buttons, going down far enough to reveal his collarbones and a hint of his pale chest. His shirt was thin to begin with, and he was sure Sukuna could see the outline of his hardened nipples. It was far from the most scandalous thing he’d ever done, but the way Sukuna seemed to be eating him alive with his blood-red eye excited Satoru, the air thickening with his natural scent of peaches and vanilla.
“You’re not one to handle your alcohol, are you?” Sukuna asked.
“I’m better at handling other things.” Satoru giggled, amused by his own innuendo, which was certainly a sign that he was at least tipsy from drinking. Probably more than that. “Would you like me to show you?”
“Having a pretty young omega throwing himself at an alpha so shamelessly the way you are would be dangerous for any man’s ego,” Sukuna warned, his lips pulled back in a smile that revealed his sharp canines.
A perfect set of teeth for sinking into his skin, for marking him in pretty red and blue bruises, Satoru thought. The kind of teeth that would make an omega beg to be mated.
“Mm. I like the sound of danger ,” Satoru whispered as he leaned into Sukuna’s personal space, breathing in the alpha’s heady pheromones. Scenting an alpha who wasn’t his mate so openly was scandalous behavior, but Satoru was beyond caring about decorum with how intoxicated he was from Sukuna’s company. And from the alcohol, but mostly from Sukuna.
Sukuna laughed in his face, yet it didn’t seem entirely mean-spirited to Satoru. He also didn’t push Satoru away, which he took as a good sign.
“At least you’re entertaining, kid,” Sukuna said, grinning wolfishly.
“Am I entertaining enough for you to fuck?” Satoru questioned, no longer interested in beating around the bush. He was too horny to waste any more time, and if Sukuna wasn’t going to fuck him, then he was going to find someone else who would. Even if he would be thinking about Sukuna the entire time.
“Desperate is a good look on you.” Sukuna hummed appreciatively, his singular eye raking over Satoru’s body. “And I suppose there’s no reason to turn down such a pretty, easy fuck.”
“I’m not easy,” Satoru pouted. On the contrary, it was typically quite difficult for alphas to convince him to sleep with them.
“No? Because the way you’ve been acting makes me think you’re just a little slut looking to get his hole stuffed by a stranger’s knot.”
Well, he wasn’t exactly wrong about that, but…
“ Fuck. Call me that again,” Satoru whined. He’d never realized how being called something that degrading would be such a turn on. It was certainly something his past partners wouldn’t have dared to call him, so enraptured by his ethereal beauty that they treated him like he was made of porcelain.
“A slut?”
“Yeah, that,” Satoru practically moaned. His thighs shifted around on his seat from how wet he had become, and from how tight his shorts suddenly felt, confining his hardening length.
Sukuna laughed again, and Satoru thought he could spend lifetimes listening to that rolling sound.
“Come on, kid. Let’s get you out of here before you embarrass yourself even further.”
Satoru was leaning heavily on Sukuna as they entered a studio apartment, the alpha holding him still with a large hand on his slender waist. He wasn’t actually all that unsteady, but he also wasn’t going to decline an opportunity to be pressed up against Sukuna like this.
It had been difficult for Satoru to keep his hands to himself on the car ride to Sukuna’s place, but the single look of warning he had received from the alpha had been enough encouragement for him to behave. As soon as the door was closed, Sukuna had his lips and teeth on Satoru’s skin, sucking tender bruises on Satoru’s exposed neck far up enough on his neck that they couldn’t be covered by the collars of any of his shirts.
“S-Sukuna… fuck, ” Satoru quietly breathed out. The alpha had slotted a knee between his legs as he had Satoru cornered with his back against a wall. Satoru wasn’t ashamed of how eagerly he was grinding against Sukuna’s leg, chasing the small bursts of pleasure with his hips. He could feel Sukuna’s erection poke his thigh, and it seemed mouth-watering big even through the layer of cloth.
Though Satoru was actually a little taller than the alpha, the way Sukuna had him pinned to the wall made him feel small. Easy to manhandle for Sukuna’s pleasure.
Sukuna chuckled into Satoru’s ear, the pleasant timber of his voice making the fine hairs on the back of Satoru’s neck prickle in anticipation.
“You really are needy, huh.”
“N-no…” Satoru denied weakly. “And I could say the same about you.” After all, he hadn’t been the one to attack his partner the moment they were alone. Admittedly, the only reason he didn’t was because Sukuna got to him faster.
“Heh. You may be right. It’s been a while since I’ve had such a pretty omega so eager to take my knot.”
“Why? Is your game that weak, old man?” The brattiness slipped out of Satoru faster than his brain could stop it, a last ditch effort from his pride to defend itself.
“You really like to run your mouth, don’t you?”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut me up?”
“You did.” Sukuna offered him a lecherous smirk. “Why don’t you get on your knees for me then, kid.” He let go of Satoru, who obediently dropped to his knees, his hands wandering towards Sukuna’s belt.
With his hands shaking from anticipation, Satoru undid the buckle of Sukuna’s belt, and his long fingers pulled down the zipper to Sukuna’s pants.
Satoru was close to drooling when Sukuna’s cock finally emerged from his dark gray briefs. Thick, heavy, and with precum beading at the tip, the dick was everything Satoru could have asked for, and he stared at it like a kid in a candy store.
“All of this is for me?” Satoru asked, starry-eyed.
“If you think you can take it all,” Sukuna responded cockily. With a dick like that, Satoru supposed he was allowed to have a bit of an ego.
“I’ve taken bigger,” Satoru bluffed. He hadn’t, but Sukuna didn’t need to know that.
“Is that so? Then I expect you to be good at this.”
Satoru was never one to back down from a challenge, and he had a determined look in his eyes as he wrapped a hand around the base, his fingers barely able to meet around the girth. Looking up at Sukuna, he lapped at the bead of precum that had collected at Sukuna’s head, teasing the alpha with the faintest of touches.
“Cute, but that’s not what I brought you here for.”
Satoru stuck his tongue out at Sukuna before taking the alpha’s cock into his mouth, tongue trailing against the frenulum as he slowly eased more and more of Sukuna’s length past his lips.
“That’s it…” Sukuna let out a satisfied sigh, his head tilting back. He had one hand lazily carding through Satoru’s soft, white hair, guiding gently but still allowing Satoru to take the lead.
Slick leaked from Satoru’s hole as he imagined how Sukuna’s cock would fit inside him, how well it would keep him full. He palmed himself through his shorts to take the edge off of his burning lust.
Satoru’s muscles convulsed when Sukuna’s dick hit the back of his throat, and he had to fight down the urge to gag. Sukuna’s smirk widened when he noticed him struggling to take his dick, but Satoru couldn’t deny that he found the arrogance attractive.
Finally, someone who could match him in ego.
Once Satoru had managed to fit most of Sukuna’s cock down his throat, Sukuna started to fuck his face, gradually speeding up until Satoru’s eyes were watery from the force of his thrusts. If anything, his tears only seemed to turn Sukuna on even further, but Satoru was too horny to be worried about his partner’s apparent sadistic streak. Instead, he focused on using his tongue and relaxing his throat as best as he could. He needed Sukuna to recognize that he was a good lay; for whatever reason, he felt compelled to prove himself to this older man.
Satoru allowed Sukuna to use his mouth until his jaw hurt and his underwear was soaked with his arousal.
“Good boy,” Sukuna praised him, sounding just the slightest bit out of breath. “You’re not half-bad at this.”
If his mouth weren’t occupied, Satoru would have let Sukuna know exactly how offended he was at the downplaying of his abilities. Instead, all he could do was glare at the man through his damp eyelashes.
“Let’s see if your other hole is as useful,” Sukuna said, pulling out of his mouth, a string of saliva still connecting his cock and Satoru’s glistening lips.
“Yes, please .” He needed to be fucked yesterday by this alpha’s fat cock, even if he hadn’t known Sukuna until today.
Sukuna helped him up, and it was only then Satoru noticed how achey his knees had become. He let out a gasp when Sukuna hoisted him up effortlessly, holding him by the back of his thighs.
“You’re pretty strong, aren’t you?” Satoru marveled, bringing his arms around Sukuna’s neck as he crossed his legs behind his back.
“Or maybe you just don’t weigh all that much,” Sukuna retorted.
Satoru wasn’t exactly a feather weight, and even had a respectable amount of muscle mass, but compared to Sukuna, anyone was small .
“I bet I could carry you,” Satoru asserted confidently as Sukuna brought him deeper into his home. He was pretty strong himself, and was able to lift Suguru so why not Sukuna as well?
Satoru didn’t hesitate to bury his head into the crook of Sukuna’s neck, breathing in the alpha’s addictive scent until his head felt foggy.
Not even Suguru had smelled this good to him.
Sukuna snorted out in laughter. “You can try, kid.”
“I’m not a kid,” Satoru sulked, feeling like Sukuna wasn’t taking him very seriously despite having put his dick down Satoru’s throat just earlier. “I’m twenty years old.”
Satoru was roughly dropped onto a bed, but any words of protest he may have had about the treatment died in his throat as he watched Sukuna pull off his shirt, revealing smooth planes of muscle and even more tattoos. The black markings leading to Sukuna’s chest and the ones bracketing his toned abs seemed downright sinful. Satoru wanted to trace the lines of Sukuna’s tattoos with his tongue.
The predatory glint in Sukuna’s eye as he crawled on top of him had Satoru feeling like he was about to be devoured, as though it were equally likely that he was about to be fucked senseless or eaten alive.
His mouth went dry as Sukuna hiked his legs over his shoulders, folding him in half as he laid more kisses on Satoru’s neck, his teeth dangerously close to where a mating bite would go, grazing but not breaking the vulnerable skin.
Satoru readily helped Sukuna in undressing him, eager to feel his skin touching Sukuna’s. His cheeks reddened when Sukuna slid his shorts down his legs with the realization that Sukuna could clearly see how drenched his underwear had become.
“So wet for me,” Sukuna breathed out, sounding pleased with himself. He rubbed his fingers against Satoru’s hole through the wet fabric, just barely dipping in.
“Please, I need you inside me,” Satoru begged, rolling his hips into Sukuna’s hand, as though that would convince him to fuck him sooner.
“Patience, brat,” Sukuna reprimanded. The moment Sukuna had removed Satoru’s underwear, he eased a finger into Satoru’s leaking hole. Satoru was quivering from finally having something of Sukuna’s inside him, but it wasn’t enough.
Fortunately, he didn’t have to say anything for Sukuna to stick more of his fingers inside, splitting him open with ease from how aroused he was. Embarrassing squelches filled the room from Satoru’s slick being fucked out by Sukuna, dripping onto the bed sheets in a messy puddle.
“Come on, I’m stretched enough,” Satoru whined. He had four of Sukuna’s fingers inside him, and the damned alpha had intentionally avoided his prostate the entire time. Whenever Satoru would shift his hips to try and catch Sukuna’s fingers at the right angle, the older man would pull them out and leave him feeling painfully deprived. “Just give me your stupid fucking knot already.”
Sukuna chuckled, entertained by his plight. “Sorry, you’re just too fun to toy with.”
Instead of giving Satoru what he wanted, Sukuna leaned down until his head was between Satoru’s knees, his hands on Satoru’s thighs keeping them apart.
“What are you– hah– what are you doing there?” Satoru couldn’t see Sukuna’s face from this position, nor could he move his legs, and his stomach clenched in anticipation.
Satoru’s question was answered by Sukuna’s tongue breaching his entrance. He let out a broken moan as Sukuna sucked on his puffy rim, the slithering tongue inside him driving him crazy as it brushed against his walls.
“ Fuck!” Satoru screamed out when Sukuna suddenly bit down on the inside of his thigh, his teeth puncturing Satoru’s soft, nerve-rich flesh. A hot flash of pain radiated from his thigh until it pierced Satoru’s brain before settling into an almost sweet ache.
Somehow, his hard-on hadn’t flagged through all of that.
When Sukuna raised his head, his chin was wet from Satoru’s slick, and Satoru’s blood trickled from his lips.
“Delicious,” Sukuna murmured.
“Are you planning to eat me?” The hungry look on Sukuna’s face and the throbbing from Satoru’s bitten flesh certainly made it seem like he was.
“Only after I get to fuck you, sweet omega.” Satoru couldn’t tell if Sukuna was entirely joking, but if that was the price for him to finally get some dick…
“Then stop taking so long and fuck me,” he demanded. If he had to ask again, Satoru may actually scream in frustration.
But when Satoru finally had the fat head of Sukuna’s cock lined up against his entrance, a chill ran down his spine and his self-assurance withered away because…
“That… that’s not going to fit,” Satoru managed to whisper, his eyes growing wide, the cock feeling too big against his hole. He didn’t remember it being this big.
“You had it into your mouth earlier just fine,” Sukuna grunted impatiently. “It’ll fit.”
“That was different.” Satoru’s jaw was still sore from that, and he hadn’t actually managed to get Sukuna’s entire dick in his mouth.
“You can take it,” Sukuna assured him. “What happened to all of your confidence?” he asked gently, sounding as though he were genuinely concerned, like a parent or teacher would. “Don’t you want to be good for me?”
“Yes! I do.” He really did want Sukuna to tell him he did a good job, to praise him for pleasuring him. “Just…”
Before he could say anything more, Sukuna was sliding his cock past his rim, splitting him apart faster than what he was ready for. Satoru was simply too wet to offer any resistance, as much as it felt like he was burning up to accommodate Sukuna.
Sukuna was ruining him, and Satoru was loving every second of it. He couldn’t stop his ecstatic gasps and cries as Sukuna’s cock parted his sensitive walls. He felt so full, and each time Sukuna slowly dragged out of him only to roughly fuck back in, Satoru could feel him reach even deeper.
It took several pointed thrusts from Sukuna before he was able to finally bottom out in Satoru’s shivering body, and Satoru was too fucked stupid to react to it more than with a broken off whimper, slick gushing out of his speared-open hole.
He was so close to coming from just having Sukuna’s cock fully in him, he just needed a little more of anything . Satoru’s cock twitched from his building orgasm, and he instinctively reached for his own dick just to have his arm captured and pinned above his head by Sukuna in an unyielding grip.
“Good sluts only come untouched, pretty omega,” Sukuna ordered. He had stopped moving entirely, with his dick buried deep in Satoru.
Fuck, he was starting to love being degraded by this alpha. Sukuna was taking charge of him so easily in a way that made heat coil in his lower stomach.
“What more do I need to do to be good?” Satoru whined. “Aren’t I so tight and wet for you?” He clenched around Sukuna to prove his point, shuddering at how wonderfully thick Sukuna felt within him.
“Yes, you are the perfect little slut, squeezing me so tightly,” Sukuna hummed appreciatively, and the compliment made Satoru flush with happiness. It was a feeling similar to, and simultaneously better than, the kind of prideful joy he would experience whenever he’d get the top marks in a class. Which happened often. “So why don’t you show me how good you are, and how much you need my cock?”
“I love your dick so m–much!” Satoru cried out, his breath hitching when Sukuna suddenly struck his prostate dead center, feeling almost like he had been shocked. “I love it, I love it, I– ah!”
Tears spilled out and Satoru’s face went slack as Sukuna would not stop abusing the delicate spot inside him, the thick cock keeping him gaped open until Satoru couldn’t take it anymore and he came messily on himself.
“Fuck, look at you, squirting on my cock like that,” Sukuna groaned out. Feeling Sukuna’s knot start to form against his rim pushed him dangerously close to the territory of overstimulation, Satoru’s eyes crossing from the staggering onslaught of pleasure.
He was vaguely aware of begging Sukuna to knot him even as his vision blurred around the edges. Satoru had been snapped back into sharp awareness when Sukuna had successfully forced his knot inside, the sensation of being stuffed full of warm seed and a throbbing knot launched him too soon into a second, dry orgasm that was as painful as it was electrifying. His convulsions only served to milk Sukuna’s knot for all that he was worth, his sore hole being filled with more cum.
Satoru had blacked out after that. It wasn’t for very long; when he came to, he was still impaled against the mattress by Sukuna’s dick, unable to move very much without Sukuna’s inflated knot tugging against his rim.
The sheets were soaked with slick, his entire body ached, and there was nowhere else Satoru wanted to be. He could get lost looking into Sukuna’s eye that glowed like the last ember of a dying fire, his finger tracing the counters of the cool leather of Sukuna’s eyepatch.
“I’ve never actually let an alpha I wasn’t dating knot me before,” Satoru admitted. Nor had he ever lost control as completely as he had under Sukuna. “Don’t you think it’s kind of romantic to be face to face like this?”
It should’ve been awkward, trapped in such a position with someone who was still essentially a stranger to him, but it wasn’t, and he couldn’t look away from Sukuna’s handsome face. Even though Satoru had demeaned the eyepatch earlier in the night, he had thought that it added to Sukuna’s roguish charm.
“Kid, there was nothing romantic to what we just did,” Sukuna responded dryly. Inexplicably, having Sukuna call him a kid while they were locked together combined with the pleasant aftershocks from coming so hard did something funny to Satoru’s brain.
“Can I kiss you?” Satoru asked, now that the idea of romance was on his mind.
“Do you think you’ve earned it?”
“Clearly I ha–”
Satoru was interrupted by Sukuna tilting his chin up and capturing his lips in a gentle, yet assertive kiss. The type of kiss that was usually shared between lovers , and one that made him short-circuit.
“Is that what you wanted?” Sukuna asked after breaking away, and Satoru would have been bothered by how smug Sukuna looked if he were not stunned into silence by the kiss.
As Satoru found himself being lulled to sleep by Sukuna’s steady breaths, he had to agree that this was everything he wanted. It wasn’t until the next morning that he realized he had never given Sukuna his name, nor did he have a way to find him again.
But Satoru was a believer in fate, and fate had a tendency to bend to his whims.