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Naoya Zenin is in Gojo Satoru's basement.
Yuuji's basement, too, now that they're mates he supposes. But really, what is Yuuji supposed to do with this information?The man who had been the cause of so many nightmares, of his suffering...is now at their mercy? He isn't a vengeful person by nature; if anything he wants nothing more than to put this all behind him.
Yet he can't deny a darker urge in himself. The desire to make Naoya hurt just like he'd made Yuuji hurt.
The idea has been planted, and as much as he tries to resist it the thought only grows. A little voice whispers in his ear that maybe...maybe if he does this, he'll finally be able to get over what happened. Maybe it's the only way to move on for good.
So, he finds himself here. In his basement. Where Naoya Zenin is chained up and completely powerless.
The alpha nude, bruised, bloodied. The smell coming off of him is repulsive. He's a disgusting creature. It makes Yuuji sick, just to see him like this. Makes him want to turn away and hide from the truth. But instead he forces himself closer until he's standing before the kneeling man.
Naoya looks up, meeting his gaze defiantly despite the pain clear in them.
"I know that look," Yuuji's voice trembles when he speaks but he manages to keep going. "You think I'm weak...don't you?"
A low chuckle escapes Naoya.
He's right. That's exactly what he thinks. Even now, even like this, Naoya is still convinced of his own superiority.
Satoru had told him not to listen to a thing the alpha says. To ignore his taunts and jeering, because that's all he's capable of now. But Yuuji knows better. He can read the truth behind those cold eyes and cruel words, because he was there too.
Yuuji remembers being beaten down, forced to endure whatever torment they threw at him. How could he forget? And yet here Naoya is, still clinging to his pride even though he's already lost everything. It makes his blood boil.
"You been sucking his cock like a good whore?" Naoya spits out, "Your mouth was the best part about you. You're probably a sloppy cunt now that he's stretched you out. Do you enjoy it? Having his fat knot in you every night?"
He's goading him. Trying to rile him up. And it's working. Yuuji clenches his fist so hard the knuckles turn white. His body shakes as he holds back the rage building inside his chest.
But instead of lashing out, Yuuji takes a steadying breath. Then another. Until he feels calmer again. "No," his voice comes out softer than before, more confident. "We haven't done that yet. Satoru values me. Respects my boundaries and wants to take things slow. He loves me."
The words feel strange rolling off his tongue. Like saying them aloud somehow makes them truer. Yet Naoya just laughsharder. "You're delusional," he snorts, "That man doesn't love anyone but himself!" His tone changes abruptly as he leans forward as far as his chains will allow. "As soon as he get's his dick inside your cunt he won't ever stop. He's no different from any other alpha. Once they taste an omega in heat, they become addicted." Naoya sneers, "I hope it hurts when he fucks you."
The words sting. They cut deep because part of him worries that what Naoya says is true. He worries that the sex will hurt. That he'll never be able to enjoy intimacy with his mate like he wants. But Satoru promised not to do anything until he felt ready. He said that he'd wait however long Yuuij needed. That alone means more than anything else. It shows how much Satoru values him.
There's footsteps behind Yuuji, followed by Satoru's familiar scent filling the air. His mate wraps his arms around his middle from behind, holding him close. "You okay?" Satoru nuzzles against Yuuji's shoulder blade. He nods silently, letting himself relax into the embrace. "I'm proud of you for doing this." His mate murmurs softly, lips pressed against Yuuji ear.
The praise makes him shiver. He feels warm all over, happy and secure knowing how much his alpha cares. Satoru kisses along his neck, leaving goosebumps wherever his touch lingers. "What should we try next, baby boy?" His tone is teasing but there's an edge to it that makes Yuuji's heart beat faster. Satoru sounds excited, almost impatient even as his mouth moves down Yuuji's shoulder and arm.
When their fingers interlock together, Yuuji feels a spark shoot through his spine straight towards his groin. He moans involuntarily, arching into Satoru's touch.
His alpha grasps his hips tightly. "Mm, fuck..." Satoru growls lowly against Yuuji's skin. "Such beautiful sounds. Let me hear them again." And then his hands are on Yuuji's inner thigh, rubbing. Clearly his alpha is turned on by the noise too as he grinds against his ass his hardening erection.
Gojo promised to take things slow with him. To let him heal before they did proper sex. Before they did penetration because Yuuji still feels dirty.
Yet, watching Naoya's face change into disgust as Satoru rubs Yuuji through his clothes, it gives Yuuji a sick sense of pleasure. He wants to break the alpha down. To destroy him in the worst way possible so Naoya would understand what he put Yuuji through. It was only natural for Yuuji to want revenge. He deserved it after everything Naoya had done to him.
Naoya smiles then, showing rows of teeth. "I smell your slick," He sneers. "You're already dripping wet." His eyes roam over Yuuji hungrily as if sizing him up, "I used to smell that scent all the time. I loved how desperate you were for my cock."
Yuuji recalls no such thing. He was being forced, raped even if he let himself believe, but...no was it? Yuuji consented. He had to. Because Yuuji was given to Noaya by his clan to be his mate so he was. He belonged to Naoya and therefore gave consent for anything the Alpha did.
"Shut the fuck up," Gojo snarls, squeezing Yuuji's hand tighter as he glares at their captive audience. "You know Yuuji never wanted you." There's pure venom behind each word. Pure hatred. It makes the hairs on the back of Yuuji's neck stand upright and his skin prickle uncomfortably. But Satoru doesn't stop.
Instead he continues speaking, voice dripping with malice, "And you knew that too. Didn't you? That's why you forced yourself on him every day. Because you couldn't handle rejection." He pauses momentarily, taking a deep breath. Then he adds quietly, "It wasn't enough for you though, was it? You needed to make sure everyone knew exactly who he belonged to. So you marked him up. Made sure everyone would see how worthless he truly was." Satoru's words come faster, angrier, "But he's not worthless."
Satoru bites into Yuuji shoulder. Hard. Drawing blood as his sharp teeth sink into tender flesh. It stings terribly, sending pain shooting across his entire body. But it also feels good in as the venom from Satoru's bite seeps through his nerves.
Yuuji moans again and his underwear is soaked with slick. Naoya growls, fangs bared. "He's sloppy fucking seconds now! A used piece-"
Satoru lets Yuuij's hand slip out of his grip and he strides forward. With one swift motion he grabs Naoya's face and smashes the side of his head onto the ground. The impact echoes throughout the small room and leaves the alpha dazed.
Satoru says nothing. Instead he stares at Naoya coldly for several moments before turning away without another word. As he returns to Yuuji's side, the tension between them seems to dissipate. Satoru wraps both arms around Yuuji's waist possessively and presses their foreheads together so their noses touch. "Don't listen to him," Satoru breathes, closing his eyes as he inhales deeply. "You're perfect. I want to eat you out so badly right now you don't even know," he groans softly, kissing Yuuij gently on the lips.
Yuujis' stomach flutters pleasantly at those words and he leans further into Satoru hold, wanting more contact. More closeness between them. When Satoru eats him out it feels incredible. Every inch of his body tingles afterwards for hours. His mind goes blissfully blank as his alpha works magic with his mouth.
Naoya never made him feel like that. Not once.
"I love you," Satoru murmurs into Yuuji ear, making his heart skip a beat and heat pool deep inside his gut. "You're mine now."
Yes. Yuuji knows that. He belongs to Satoru. Only Satoru. No one else matters anymore.
The thought makes him giddy with excitement. Knowing he'll never have to deal with alphas ever again because they're all inferior to his mate. They aren't worthy of Yuuji.
"let me show you how much I want you," Satoru purrs huskily as he trails kisses along Yuuji's collarbone. He picks Yuuji up and carries him up the stairs, leaving Naoya behind. Satoru holds him bridal style to the bed where he tosses Yuuji down onto the mattress. Satoru is between his legs in seconds. His large hands push apart his thighs while he licks and nibbles on Yuuji's cock as he descends the shaft until his tongue makes it to his cunt.
Yuuji arches against him, crying out when Satoru begins teasing his slit with gentle strokes of his tongue. It's too much yet not enough simultaneously. Yuuji wants more. So, so much more.
He reaches down to grab hold of white silken strands but Satoru catches his hand first. "Don't pull," he warns playfully as his blue eyes flash dangerously. He lifts up just barely off Yuujis pussy, licking his lips before adding "Or I won't let you cum tonight."
That promise makes Yuuji whimper pitifully. Pleasure has become a stable in Yuuji's life. Something that he needs and craves constantly. Without it, he feels empty. Lost. Unfulfilled. Dirty.
"Don't be mean," he whines, tugging lightly at Satoru's locks anyway. The man growls warningly against his cunt but continues licking nonetheless. His hot breath blows across sensitive folds causing Yuuji squirm.
Satoru spreads his legs wider as he laps up Yuuji's juices. His long fingers stroke along Yuuji's inner thigh, his cocktwitching against his stomach.
"You're delicious baby boy." He humms happily.
Yuuji moans loudly when Satoru pushes his tongue inside. A feeling Yuuji's grown to love though he has to admit at first it was a foreign sensation. It took time getting used to, especially since he had only ever had Naoya penetrate him.
The difference was night or day. Whereas Naoya fucked him roughly and selfishly with his cock, Satoru takes his time savoring every moment with his tongue. Making sure Yuuji receives maximum pleasure. It feels amazing, better than anything ever could. Especially since Yuuji knows how good his alpha tastes as well.
"I want you," he pants heavily, grinding down desperately against soft lips, "I want you I want you I want-”
Satoru's eyes flash, he sits up and undoes his pants to free his cock that's been straining against its restrains. Satoru's cock is bigger than Naoyas by a lot. Scary, huge, intimidatingly so. Yuuji fears it might tear him apart and dirty him like Naoyadid. Yet, Satoru's never forced himself onto Yuuji. Never tried to penetrate Yuuji.
A warm body hovers above his. Satoru slaps his cock agaisnt Yuujis cunt, a dark look crossing over his face. The scent of arousal is heavy in air as their scents mingle together into a potent cocktail of sex and desire.
Satoru wants him.
Badly.
But he doesn't act. He waits patiently for permission. For Yuujis approval. He asks, no he pleads "You ever have someone get off between your thighs? Squeeze them real tight together? Have someone rut against ya like that 'til they came?"
Yuuji shakes his head.
"No, but I'd let you." He whispers back. His heart hammers wildly inside his chest as anticipation builds within him. He can feel heat coiling low within his gut already. Just waiting to explode outwards any second. He needs this, wants it more than anything else right now.
Fuck.
It's so incredibly hot to have Satoru's thick cock sliding between his thighs before they are pushed shut and trapped there. His legs are held up and his butt meets Satoru's thighs.
That cock twitches against him as he gets slick and wetter and sloppier with every thrust of his hips. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh fills the room.
"I want to fuck you so bad, Yuuji." Satoru growls, his voice husky and raw, sounding like gravel in the back of his throat. "Want to breed you full of my pups. Naoya must have been infertile. There's no way you wouldn't be full of my pups after one of my knots. Do you want to be pregnant?"
Yuuji moans, thighs trembling, hot slick heat between his legs. His hole clenching down on nothing each time Satoru's cock slips through his slits as he imagines being bred and knotted by his alpha.
His omega purrs at the prospect of being pregnant but his brain says no. Yuuji doesn't want to be pregnant right now. He's not ready after everything. He's damn well lucky he's not pregnant right now...though... he's never been tested. Naoya never used protection and neither did he.
Is it possible that he's pregnant and he doesn't know? And with that alphas pup?
Yuuji scrunches his face and shakes his head. Nope. Don't think about it.
"You don't want my pups?" Satoru teases, biting Yuuji nipple as he grinds harder against him, "I can tell you do, baby." He chuckles, kissing along Yuuji chest and neck. "I can give 'em to you whenever you want."
"Just not ready yet," Yuuji breathes, deep breath, he brings himself back to the present. To the cock fucking his thighs, to his alpha moaning and growling above him, and the pleasure radiating from where their bodies connect together intimately like this for the very first time. This is what Yuuiji has always dreamed of. What he craved so deeply.
And now that it's happening, everything is falling perfectly into place. He feels complete in ways he never thought was possible until now.
Even more so when Satoru's hips studder and cums splaters across Yuuji's chest, marking him as his own forever. Claiming what belongs to him forever.
"Fuck," Gojo groans as his cock throbbs violently against him before shooting out more cum. His knot forming and catching on Yuujis tights, he presses his thighs harder, keeping himself locked there. "Shit," he curses again, eyes fluttering closed briefly as another spurt of cum shoots forth, painting Yuuji's skin white once more.
He looks so sexy like this, completely wrecked just from Yuuji's thighs. Satoru's face is flushed red and his chest heavaves rapidly as he struggles to catch his breath. Sweat drips from his forehead onto Yuuji's belly where he lays motionless atop him.
His body trembles beneath Yuuji's touch when Yuuji reaches up tentatively to run fingers through white strands. "You okay?" he whispers softly, afraid to disturb their intimate moment any more than necessary. "Was that...good?" It seems silly to ask such obvious questions but he still feels uncertain sometimes despite the constant reassurances. Despite everything they've been through together already.
"Yeah," Satoru sighs contently after a minute. He opens his eyes again, staring at Yuuji intently before leaning in closer until their faces almost touch. "I love you so much." He whispers, placing his hand atop of Yuuijs heart and pressing down slightly. "So fucking much."
Yuuji's heart skips a beat, his breath hiccuping. His alpha's gaze burns intensely, burning into him. "Me too," he replies quietly, unable to meet those piercing blue irises.
Satoru smiles fondly. "Good," he murmurs as he rests his forehead against Yuuji's cheekbone gently.
They lay like that for a while, simply existing in the silence together, enjoying each other's presence fully. Satoru's knoteventually goes down but he stays between Yuuji's thigh until it completely softens to keep the experience true to what a normal knotting would be like.
It makes Yuuji purr happily, pleased to have satisfied his alpha.