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Suguru Geto hated Satoru Gojo on a deep, existential, and fundamental level.
Suguru Geto was an alpha who worked as an executive at a prestigious financing firm. It was a role he had slaved his ass to get — ever since the beginning of his high school education. He studied for hours, locked himself up in his bedroom and interacted with the outside world as little as possible. He barreled his way into performing top of his class, pestered his teachers for recommendations, and refused to talk to his classmates outside of school. He saw the large majority of his fellow students as an obstacle: if they performed well they were competition, and if they performed badly then they were necessary to throw off the grading curve. This cruel, cutthroat approach to the world followed Suguru in university. But as his classes proved to be increasingly grueling and unforgiving, he decided to strategize by befriending whomever was performing well in class, and using them as an asset in his studies. Suguru became exceptionally good at feigning kindness, and pretending to be ignorant when it came to his follies. He had one goal: chief executive officer at one of the top financing firms in the country, and retire early and live out the rest of his life somewhere in Northern Europe.
At his expense, Suguru also never got the chance to find love. Part of it was because he never felt a strong enough attraction to any omegas or betas. Truthfully, he avoided the prospect of romance like the plague — usually, dating meant expensive meals, expensive presents, and expensive weddings.
But the other reason was a little… twisted.
In his social isolation, Suguru had developed strange sexual fetishes. When he was young, he stumbled onto a strange forum:
AITA: I (A, 30s) decided to break up with my ex-husband (O, 30s) because I realized I am attracted to other alphas.
Suguru went down a rabbit hole and was never the same ever since. He started fantasizing about being knotted by an alpha, taking their seed graciously for days on end, being round with pups, and becoming confined to a life of domesticity and pleasure in service of a more superior alpha. He developed very specific tastes for alphas as well: he liked them exceptionally tall, with big noses, muscular bodies, and domineering personalities. Above all, he liked them mean. He would pleasure himself to the thought of being forcefully taken by an alpha bigger than him. Often times, these fantasies would be a little violent. He wanted to be choked, slapped, and spat at by an alpha bigger than him. He thought that these sick fantasies would pass after he was finished with puberty, but they only got worse over the years. He started buying toys to pleasure himself in private, and hooked up with other alphas in the past who shared his same twisted fantasy of wanting to dominate another alpha into submission. But when these alphas would want to pursue a more serious relationship with him, Suguru would ghost them and move onto the next.
Satoru Gojo was a fellow alpha that worked at the same firm as Suguru Geto.
When Satoru first met Suguru, the first thing Suguru noticed was how exceptionally tall Satoru was. He was 6’5, and towered over Suguru at his already slightly-above-average height. He wore a steamed light blue button up, grey slacks, and glasses. He had big hands that nearly wrapped Suguru’s, and his voice was deeper than his. But the minute Satoru opened his mouth:
“Hey Geto! I’m Gojo! Can’t wait to work together!”
Suguru felt himself writhe down to the bottom of his spine. Satoru was everything Suguru loved in an alpha physically — but in terms of personality, Satoru was the most saccharine and childlike alpha he had ever met.
And what a waste! What a waste it was to see someone with the physique of a Greek God, Adonis’s reincarnate, being reduced to his golden-retriever, happy-go-lucky, nauseatingly nice boy. All of the real alphas Suguru hooked up with would be savage and cruel — nothing like the maudlin boy wonder that terrorized him at work.
And terrorize he did. After Satoru joined their wing, Suguru never had a moment to himself. When he would go to lunch, Satoru would pop up and ask him to go grab a bite. When Suguru volunteered on a new project, Satoru would volunteer as well. And the most bizarre part of it all — all of Satoru’s requests were approved. It didn’t matter how inconsequential or silly the project was, Satoru would always be CC’d onto emails and do his due diligence. And as an executive, this was really fucking up everything for Suguru. If Suguru wanted to be a chief executive officer, he needed to stop the golden boy from riding his coattails.
When Suguru finally worked up the courage, he went to confront Satoru at the end of their day. Satoru worked in a glass office that was separate from their wing, which stung Suguru since he worked at the firm for way longer and definitely deserved his own office by now. Satoru approached the glass doors, prepared with a box of chocolates to help lessen the blow.
Suguru knocked on the glass doors.
When Satoru saw him, he waved at Suguru and motioned for him to enter.
“Hey, Suguru! What’s up, my favorite coworker! Bestie!”
Suguru twisted his mouth in a weak attempt to smile before cutting to the chase.
“Hey, do you have a minute to talk?”
“Yes! Anything for you, pal!”
Suguru fights off his urge to roll his eyes. He takes a seat at the chair opposite Satoru's desk, and presents Satoru his box of chocolates.
“I heard you had a sweet tooth, Satoru. This is for you!” Suguru says, smiling. Pretending to be nice and agreeable was nothing new to Suguru.
“Aw gee, I could kiss you… Maybe I will!”
Satoru nearly jumps out of his seat and lunges at Suguru when Suguru flinches, nearly socking Satoru square in the face. Satoru freezes, inches before Suguru’s clenched fist. At first, neither of them say anything.
“Ahhh, gotcha!” Satoru chides. He takes the bag out of Suguru’s hand, and starts digging in.
“Hope I didn’t scare ya.” Satoru says, his mouth full of chocolate and his lips stained brown. Suguru cringes at the sight a little, and carries on.
“No, of course not. But there is something I wanted to discuss.”
“Shoot, pal.”
“I know you said you wanted to help assist with the new development project in the southern district that I’ve been working on…”
“Yup. Suits got back to me, and everything is cool. Smooth sailing, as always.”
“Well, I wanted to ask… respectfully… and out of pure good intention that…” Suguru takes a deep breath before he finishes. “I… do it alone… please.”
Satoru stops chewing, and stares at Suguru.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
Satoru wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, like a toddler. But when he speaks, his voice goes low. This was the lowest register Suguru ever heard Satoru speak.
“Do you know how fucking annoying it’s going to be to explain to everyone? You do know that this shit took days to approve, right?
“I-I know. But between the two of us, I am trying to build some goodwill here and I need our superiors to know I can do things on my own.” Suguru would never go out of his way to tell someone his true intentions, let alone a coworker. This was a horribly bad decision to use as a bargaining chip, but Suguru also didn’t expect Satoru to react so coldly.
“Why?”
Suguru flinches a little hearing Satoru ask why. Satoru was acting very different from his usual self. Usually, it would turn Suguru on to speak to such a stern alpha, but his mind was too wrapped into winning this negotiation for himself.
Suguru makes his best stern face, and also attempts to lower his voice. “Because I’ve been here longer, and I think you have been here long enough to not have to rely on riding your senior’s coattails.”
Satoru scoffs. “Senior? How old are you, Suguru? Wasn’t your birthday in February? By all technicality, I’m your senior.”
“Not in the workplace.”
“Are you stupid? Absolutely in the workplace.”
Suguru frowns a little and shifts uncomfortably. Satoru continues raging on:
“Okay, since you want to play it that way, then how come I’m the one asking to eat with you? Since you’re younger, you’re the one who should be asking to eat with me. You never help serve meals either, I’m the one who’s running around getting us food like I’m some fucking assistant. Come to think of it, I should’ve gotten a present from you on my birthday and I got a little gift from nearly everyone except you. Do you really want to play the filial piety game with me, Suguru? I’m happy to revive the spirit of Confucius here for you, but I think even he would scold you for not getting me anything for my birthday.”
“W-what’s your gameplay here?”
“My gameplay is to do my fucking job, Suguru. And you're trying to actively stop me from doing my job.”
Suguru feels his heart twist as he’s being railroaded in the confines of Satoru’s clear, crystalline glass walls. The workplace was the one place he felt dominant and cool, and his existence as a worker lived completely separate from his true self as a submissive bitch in the bedroom. Those two identities coexisted within his body, but they never crossed over. In reality, Suguru felt himself slip into a new mental state where he is unable to speak up and felt really scared.
“Exactly how do you expect this to go down?” Satoru continues. “So, what? You want me to go and tell the executive assistants, ‘Whoopsies! Never mind! Suguru’s going into heat bitching out and wants to do the whole project on his own!’ Do you think those assistants are gonna get away with that scot-free? How selfish are you, really? You’re really willing to throw these poor college grads under the bus so you can ‘build goodwill’ and ‘prove you can do things on your own’? Have you considered maybe getting a grip before coming to me with something as fucking ridiculous as what you just told me?”
Suguru mutters something quietly under his breath.
“What? Speak up.” Satoru demands.
“I said—“
“Straighten your back and speak up when you talk to me.”
Suguru shoots up, instinctively, and nearly yells out his response.
“I said I’m not an omega! I don't go into heats!”
Satoru stares straight at him, letting their shared silence stretch, until he scoffs.
“Okay, big boy.”
“I’m an alpha too, and you can’t talk to me like that!” Suguru says. He tries to conceal his shaking voice.
“Oh, sure, Suguru. I’m sure in your mind you think you’re the big dog hot-shot that absolutely fucking dominates the room, but the only reason why you think that is because I don’t feel the same need to go around and prove myself to everyone.”
“What do you mean, prove yourself to everyone?”
In a shocking act of cruelty, Satoru gives Suguru a bewildered smile and motions to his chiseled body, then motions back to Suguru.
“What the fuck are you implying, Satoru?”
Satoru howls.
“I mean, Suguru, respectfully, I thought you were an omega when I first met you.”
Suguru feels his soul shatter into a million pieces.
Satoru continues to twist the knife.
“I’m not saying you’re like, ugly. Quite the opposite, you’re very pleasant on the eyes.” Satoru says. He whistles for good measure. “But trust me when I say I was very very very confused for the first few days of work. I would CC you onto everything because I thought you were my assistant! Look, alphas like you become one of two things. They either become so belligerent in their mission to prove to the world they are a big scary alpha only to grow old and miserable… or…” Satoru twists his smile. “They bite the dust. Do what all the feminine alphas in society do, and go open up a cafe or flower shop or something. That’s usually what your type end up doing. You’ve been running this race with training wheels, but I have a feeling that if I snatched them off, you’d fall.”
Suguru doesn’t say anything.
He gets up and walks away. But not before Satoru imparts his final words.
“Sway those hips a little better for me sweetheart. I have a great view here!”
…
At first, Suguru thought about going to HR. But upon reflection, he realized that he would just be proving Satoru’s point by crying and pointing fingers instead of confronting him like a real alpha.
But Satoru had a point — Suguru was not the type of alpha who could stand up for himself. Suguru already had a delicate sense of self. Now, with his ego shattered, Suguru knew he might cry if Satoru spoke to him like that again. He needed to salvage what little he had left of his fractured alpha-ness.
So Suguru got an idea.
He reached out to all of his old flings. It didn’t matter if they were one night stands or longer friends with benefits, he sent them all the same suggestive picture of himself standing in front of a mirror with his chest exposed and asked them to send him a picture back.
…
A few days went by, and Suguru waited a while after everyone had left the office. The minute the last person bid him farewell, Suguru got out of his cubicle and made his way to Satoru’s office. He slipped through the glass doors, and sauntered his way towards Satoru’s desk. He let his hands linger on the dark cherry oak, dragging his finger down the sanded down crevices. He turned on Satoru’s computer and saw a stickie note with Satoru’s password scribbled underneath:
BigBadBoy1234
Suguru rolled his eyes. At least Satoru was dumb enough to leave his password out for everyone to see.
He typed in the password and opened up to Satoru’s main screen. He dug up a flash drive and pushed it into the port. He opened a window and started importing some very important photos onto Satoru’s slideshow.
As he was wrapping up, Suguru suddenly heard the sound of the heavy glass door creaking open.
“Suguru?”
Suguru looked up. It’s Satoru.
Suguru closed out of all of the windows and swiped away his flash drive. He straightened his back, and looked over at Satoru. He brushed a loose bang away from his face and nodded to Satoru.
“Have a good night.”
Just before Suguru could slip past Satoru, Suguru feels his wrist being grabbed.
“What were you doing here?”
Suguru could feel his chest beating wildly. The way that Satoru grabbed his wrists felt suffocating, He could feel the blood in his hands nearly stop. Like handcuffs that were on too tight.
“I was just wrapping up for our presentation for tomorrow.”
“In my office?”
Suguru bit his lip in contemplation.
Might as well use what he had at his disposal.
He brought his other hand around Satoru’s wrist, letting the tips of his fingers glide over Satoru’s veiny knuckles before resting them on top. He pressed his thumb into the fleshy part of Satoru’s wrists, caressing the skin softly.
“I wanted to say sorry… for the other day.” Suguru says. He slips into a different version of himself: the one that lingers around bars, who feels piercing gazes draw up and down on his body before meeting their gaze and whimpering softly. He feels a deep perversion, letting this version of himself come to life under fluorescent lights and polycarbonate office partitions. The animal that resided in him, his true self, took form of a snake that slithered its slender body around its kill. And he was taking on a big beast.
Suguru watches Satoru’s prominent Adam’s apple bob up and down. Satoru wore glasses, but it was only when Suguru got this physically close that he was able to see that they were non-prescription blue-light lenses. But past the reflection of the ceiling lights and slight iridescence, Satoru’s blue eyes came to life for the first time. They burned brilliantly, like sapphire.
“All’s forgiven…” Satoru responds. His voice is low and deep, and he doesn’t break their eye contact.
Suguru twists his mouth.
“So… Anything else?”
“Hm?”
“Any apology… for me?”
Suguru sees the end of Suguru’s mouth twist upward as his nostrils flare. He gives a smug smile.
“For what, exactly?”
Suguru pouts.
“Disorderly conduct. Alpha to alpha.”
Suguru smells a strange aroma emanate in the air. It smells like gunpowder, ash, and incense. Usually, alphas find the natural pheromones of other alphas repugnant. But to Suguru, he’s found something a little pleasant about how awful they would smell. Though he could smell the sweet aroma of vanilla, stone fruit, and jasmine on other omegas, he was always drawn to the chemical warfare between alphas. To Suguru, it was the same difference as the taste of coriander: to some it was soapy and medicinal, but to others it was herby and peppery. But every once in a while, he would smell what he believed omegas could smell on alpha: cinnamon, eucalyptus, and moss.
He gets closer to Satoru’s neck. He can see Satoru freeze up. Suguru can’t help but find it charming to be in the exceptionally rare case where he had a magnetizing power over a significantly more dominant alpha than himself. He chuckles and takes a whiff:
Petrichor.
Suguru hears Satoru growl quietly. He shifts back slowly, meeting Satoru’s gaze once again. He was definitely playing with fire. He’s read news stories of alphas tearing each other limb by limb because one got a little to close. In a battle of brawn, Suguru would definitely lose.
“Am I getting to close?”
Satoru keeps his lips tight, biting them together in a powerful act of restraint.
“How does it make you feel?” Suguru asks, his voice getting low. Suguru leans in, tilting his head upwards to keep his eyes locked onto Satoru’s. “Does it make you want to break me?”
Satoru takes a deep gulp.
“Yes.”
Suguru smiles. He takes his opportunity to walk past Satoru. He hopes Satoru got a good view this time.
…
The next day, Suguru is at his desk. He tries to keep himself busy, alternating back and forth between random tabs and opened emails, but his restless leg gives away his anxious state of mind. He bites down on his thumb, feeling the skin contract as his teeth sink in deeper. His mind keeps alternating between regret, then triumph, then anxiety, then righteousness.
Suddenly, he feels loud footsteps approach as a familiar voice makes himself known:
“Anyone want coffee?”
Suguru turns around to see Satoru, beaming brightly with trays of ice coffee all stacked precariously on his muscular biceps. All of the other office workers get out of their cubicles and desks, muttering excitedly and calling out to Satoru. He watches as Satoru lays the drinks down on a table, and all of the other workers chatter gleefully at the surprise treat.
Suguru stays seated, turning his head back to his monitor. Now that he knows Satoru wears fake glasses, he feels like he’s seen right through Satoru’s cheery personality. But if he was right, and that Satoru’s good attitude was fraudulent, why pretend? Satoru already had good looks and a strong presence. If anything, Satoru was doing himself a disservice by giving people the impression that he was approachable and down-to-earth. Suguru frowns. It was a privilege Suguru could never in his wildest dreams imagine partaking in.
Suguru feels Satoru’s hand rest on his shoulder. When he turns over, he feels his cheeks crash into cold plastic and condensation.
“Black, right?”
Suguru looks up to see Satoru’s smile. He softens his eyes, and his cheeks turn upward. But Suguru could tell that it was in a way, manufactured.
Suguru reaches over to take the coffee in his hand.
“Thanks.”
Suguru sets the drink on the table.
Satoru groans. “C’mon, you have to drink it before it waters down!”
It looks pretty watered down already.
Suguru frowns, and tries to wave Satoru away when Satoru catches his wrists, just like yesterday. Suguru freezes in his seat.
“Look, think of it as a peace offering. It would mean a lot to me if you just drank it.”
Suguru wants to roll his eyes, but he doesn’t. He knows he can’t afford to offend everyone’s favorite coworker right now.
He takes the coffee and takes a sip, only to be shocked when he tastes something… off. He gags a little, brushing his tongue with his teeth to scrape off the medicinal flavor. But instead, Satoru pushes the bottom of the cup with his index finger, nearly spilling it all over Suguru’s white button up. Suguru brings both of his hands up to the cup as he is forced to drink every last sip. He feels streams fall on the corners of his mouth and down his neck, as Satoru nearly makes him drown. When he’s done, Satoru takes the cup from him and rubs his thumbs down the wet streams left behind Suguru’s chin.
“Good boy.”
…
Satoru took the lead for most of their presentation.
Suguru didn’t even bother protesting it. In the past, Suguru would’ve tried to weasel his way into stealing some of Satoru’s talking points to try and dominate the room — and in the past, Satoru would more or less let him. This time, Satoru didn’t even offer to let Suguru speak, he took it upon himself to speak for the two of them and only included Suguru for lighthearted banter every once in a while. Despite his annoyance, Suguru would play along and pretend like he and Satoru were two peas in a pod. The old geezers of the board always ate it up, they always told both alphas how much they loved their chemistry. They complimented their shared presentations, saying that their personalities played off well each other and reflected the “masculine alpha energy” the company desperately needed.
But this time, Suguru’s smile was real.
The night before, Suguru had loaded nearly a dozen graphic photos of alpha cocks he had procured over the last week. It was perfect — just went Satoru was feeling smug about taking credit for their presentation, the entire board would be flashed with pictures of dicks. Sure, Suguru might take a hit, but as far as the board would know, it would all be Satoru’s fault. Satoru would lose his job, and Suguru would secure his spot back on top of the office. Suguru was salivating at the sheer thought of it.
Suguru’s eyes continued to dart back and forth between the projected screen and their laptop. He couldn’t believe he was going to get away with this.
But just when Satoru was about to move onto the next slide full of dicks, Satoru’s mood changed. He pursed his lips, pushed his fake glasses back, and then twists his lips into a sinister smile:
“I have a riddle for everyone. What tastes better than it smells?”
Right then, Suguru feels his body shut down. Suguru keels over and falls down, clutching his body while he writhes. He curls his body fetal position, crying out loudly. His body feels hot, and he can’t seem to catch his breath. He starts howling in pain, scratching his neck to stop from itching. It’s as if someone has twisted his insides with their fists and branded his skin.
All of the board members and assistants get out of their chair. They approach Suguru, but not before Satoru beats them to the chase. Satoru gets on his knees, hovering over Suguru, and presses his palm on his hot forehead.
“He’s burning up."
Suguru tilts his head up. His vision his hazy, but he manages to focus his eyes onto Satoru. At first, Satoru looks concerned — brows furrowed and eyes wide with bewilderment. Satoru reaches to touch Suguru’s shoulder, causing Suguru to shiver. He tries to shift away. Satoru’s touch feels like he’s being impaled by a hot rod.
To his shock, Suguru feels his body being pulled upwards. He finds himself in Satoru’s arms, as Satoru carries him bridal-style.
“I’ll take him to the hospital, right now.” Satoru announces.
Suguru feels himself phase in and out of consciousness as Satoru walks through the hallway, but not before he looks up and sees Satoru give him a cruel smile.
…
Suguru hears the sound of a heavy door creak open as he and Satoru are thrust into darkness. He feels his body collide painfully with the linoleum floor, and a bright light blare above them. When Suguru looks up, he sees a single lightbulb sway back and forth, drawing long shadows from towers of cardboard boxes and filing cabinets. They were in an abandoned closet in a forgotten floor.
Suguru shifts his attention to Satoru. Satoru takes off his glasses, and Suguru can see his azure eyes in full. Even as Satoru stands above him, he keeps his gaze low as it pierces through his brows. Satoru takes off his jacket, rolls up his light blue sleeves, and licks his lips.
“Wh-what’s going on?” Suguru cries out. He tries to get up, but his legs keep failing him.
He watches Satoru squat down, bringing his body between Suguru’s parted legs and close to his face.
“You know, you surprised me a little bit. I didn’t think that you had the balls to try and fuck me over like that, but there was no way that you think I wouldn’t be able to notice the dozen or so dick pics all over my computer.” Satoru tuts. “I'm a little shocked that you had so many in your depository. Comes to show that when you have a mission you really put your mind and soul into it.”
Suguru feels his already hot face burn up. His chest feels heavy as it rises and falls with each breath.
“What’s… happening to me?”
“You know, I’m not too sure about the science behind it either. But I found something really funny online that reminded me of you.” Satoru says. He takes out a vial with indecipherable characters, but Suguru recognizes it immediately.
“You bitched me?!”
Satoru chuckles. “Oh, so you know what this is!”
“You’re a sick fucking freak.”
“Not as much as you.”
Satoru gets back up. He lifts a leg and pushes the dirtied sole of his leather shoes on Suguru’s hardened cock, tenting under his slacks. Suguru gasps, clutching onto Satoru’s leg. He instinctively brings his knees together, shamelessly rubbing against Satoru’s leg for release.
Satoru laughs. “I always knew you were a fraud alpha. This suits you.”
For a brief moment, Suguru sobers from his pleasure. “You’re the one wearing fake glasses.”
Satoru frowns. He presses down harder, causing Suguru to yelp. “Well, now we can both live in our truth.”
Satoru lifts his leg back up, leans down to pick up his discarded jacket, and begins to walk away.
“Good luck finding an alpha desperate enough to claim a failed alpha like you.” Satoru calls out, waving goodbye. But right when Satoru feels his fingers touch the cold brass doorknob, he hears Suguru call out.
“Help… me…”
Satoru whips his head around to see Suguru, curled on the ground. He watches as Suguru turns over, on his back. Suguru’s hair has come undone, and black locks splay on the floor like crude oil. His dark black pupils are glossy, and his half-lidded eyes appear feline. Suguru shifts his gaze to meet Satoru’s eyes, his mouth agape with drool falling from the corners of his lips. Suguru begins to writhe, and Satoru watches his slender waist twist sensually. Desperate, Suguru starts unbuttoning his shirt, stopping to look at Satoru with pleading eyes.
“I need you…”
What Suguru didn't know, was that Satoru didn’t choose to wear his fake glasses as a stylistic choice. Satoru had a bullying problem. He had been reprimanded from nearly every job for yelling at colleagues, punishing his subordinates, and scaring the shit out of nearly every single person he would interact with. After his fourth HR investigation, he decided to take on this current persona of the “nice guy.” He donned fake glasses, started buying treats for the office, and became really good at feigning interest when he would ask people about their weekend. But with every fake smile, he could feel a part of his soul whither inside. He started taking his anger out on sand bags in the gym, smashing them to the point of breaking them apart.
But just when he thought that he was able to keep himself under control, he met Suguru.
Satoru wasn’t lying when he said he thought Suguru was an omega. For him, it was love at first sight. Suguru was everything Satoru wanted in an omega: tall, slender, black hair, and bitchy. Satoru felt his anger problems nearly melt away with the prospect of having finally found his true love. But when he found out that Suguru was an alpha, Satoru tried to let his affections go and keep things professional. Unfortunately for him, Suguru made it difficult. Despite what Suguru might think, Satoru knew Suguru couldn’t stand his guts. Even when he tried to be nice to the guy, Satoru could read his body language. Suguru always remained stiff around him, uninterested in making eye contact let alone pleasant conversation. Satoru felt his anger problems boiling back up — why was this guy being such a frigid bitch?
That was when the wet dreams started.
In his dreams, Satoru would see Suguru come undone. He started fantasizing about tying Suguru up, gagging him with a ball gag, and teasing his body until Suguru would submit to him. Sometimes, he would imagine Suguru in a maid outfit, cleaning his house and then bending over at Satoru’s will. Other times, he would go so far as to fantasize fucking Suguru in the middle of their office, in front of everyone, as Suguru would beg Satoru to knot him and fill him up.
So needless to say, when Satoru saw Suguru writhe on the floor begging for Satoru to relieve him through his first heat, Satoru couldn’t resist.
Satoru approached Suguru, letting his steps drag as he pleasured in the sight of Suguru’s undoing.
“Show me.”
Suguru rolls back onto his knees. He crawls on all fours as he brings himself closer to Satoru. He drags his hand up Satoru’s legs and Satoru watches Suguru’s body tremble underneath him. Suguru brings his hand up to Satoru’s buckle and undoes his pants. He pulls down Satoru’s pants, when Satoru suddenly lifts his foot under Suguru’s ass, letting the tip of his shoes press into Suguru’s wet hole. Suguru jolts, moaning loudly.
“Use your mouth. Show me what you’ve got.”
Suguru opens his mouth, obediently, and uses his teeth to drag down the band of Satoru’s underwear. When Satoru is fully unsheathed, Suguru feels Satoru’s heavy cock fall on his cheek. Even when he's hard, Satoru’s huge girthy cock hangs downward. His cock is thick enough to be the size of a person’s wrist. The tip is pink, glossy with precum. Suguru licks his lips and tries to take in Satoru’s length in his mouth. As he brings his mouth in closer, Satoru groans in pleasure. But the minute Suguru can feel Satoru’s cock hit the back of his throat, he starts choking and coughing. He removes himself, coughing violently, when he feel his head being forced upwards. Satoru grabs him by the hair and forces Suguru to bring his mouth back to his cock.
“Get me nice and wet, baby.”
Suguru nods, opens his mouth and slides his tongue under Satoru’s cock. He brings his tongue back to Satoru's tip, swirling it around and letting the precum mix with his saliva. He closes his mouth, letting his lips run across the veins of Satoru’s cock. Then, Suguru starts bobbing his head in rhythm, feeling his neck strain as Satoru grips his hair even tighter.
“Fuck—“
Suddenly Suguru feels his head forced back. He looks up at Satoru with glossy eyes. Satoru uses his fingers to grab his chin, forcing his mouth open.
“Where did you learn to suck cock like that, baby? I'm not your first am I?”
Suguru pouts, licking his lips and tasting the salty precum.
“I want more.”
Satoru smiles. He presses his foot against Suguru’s hardened cock. Suguru moans, grinding against Satoru’s cock again for release while he rubs his cheek against Satoru's cock. Suddenly, he feels Satoru grab the sides of his head as he forces his cock back into Suguru’s mouth, fucking it violently.
“How many other alphas saw you like this? Tell me.”
Suguru moans as Satoru keeps pounding the inside of his mouth. Suguru can feel Satoru’s cock grind against the back of his throat, pressing against the fleshy part. Suguru starts rolling his eyes in pleasure when suddenly he feels his body release. He starts rolling his hips as he feels himself orgasm, his cum staining the inside of his slacks. When Satoru notices this, he laughs. He pulls Suguru by the hair, letting his cock fall back down against Suguru’s cheek. He lets go of Suguru’s hair. Satoru starts tutting in disapproval. Flustered, Suguru tries to bring his legs together, feeling his knees knock as the slick and cum in his pants make him feel slippery and wet.
“Let me see you.” Satoru demands.
Suguru shudders, and obeys. He spreads his legs slightly, revealing his wetness.
“Take them off.”
Suguru obeys, again. He undoes his pants and slides them off. He feels the cold air kiss his wet skin around his inner thighs.
Satoru crouches down again, and uses his hand to pull down the band of Suguru’s underwear. He laughs. He brings his finger to Suguru’s twitching cock, running his finger under his tip. Suguru starts moaning, feeling his body electrified from the sensitivity
“There’s no way you could’ve pleasured any omegas with this sad cock.”
Suguru feels his lips twist. Satoru sees Suguru’s expression and grins.
“Don’t tell me… You don’t like omegas… Do you? Su-gu-ru?”
Suguru doesn’t say anything.
Suddenly, Suguru feels two thick fingers intrude inside his wet hole. He gasps, shuddering as he clutches onto Satoru’s arm.
“How many alphas did you fuck, Suguru?”
“I-I don't know—“
“Were all those pictures of dicks sent for you Suguru?” As these words leave Satoru’s lips, Suguru feels Satoru scissor his fingers inside. “Tell me.”
“Y-yes! I’m sorry, alpha!”
Satoru licks his lips. He forces his fingers inside, feeling his knuckles slam into Suguru’s skin. Suguru yelps in pleasure, gasping for air.
“All this time, I thought you were some wound-up competitive alpha when you were always a needy bitch inside.” Satoru chides. His voice gets aggressive as he continues. “Tell me, what is it like getting fucked by someone you despise?”
“D-deeper, I’m… gonna—“
Satoru pulls his fingers out. Suguru begins to whine, his hole twitching around nothing.
“Don’t be greedy.” Satoru snaps.
Lost in pleasure and determined to feel his release, Suguru pushes Satoru onto his back. Satoru feels his back hit the floor as Suguru mounts him. He feels Suguru position himself over Satoru’s cock before he slowly begins to lower himself. Suguru begins to moan, inching himself slowly when Satoru gets impatient. He grabs Suguru by the hips and slams him down on his cock. Suguru cries out, and his body begins to shudder. He feels himself orgasm, rolling his hips onto Satoru’s cock to feel it rub his fleshy insides. But Satoru doesn’t give him another moment. He starts slamming into Suguru upwards, fucking him from underneath.
“Tell me that you hate my fucking guts.” Satoru growls.
“I… don’t—“ Suguru utters weakly, moaning as Satoru feels him hit his pleasure spot.
Suddenly, Suguru feels his body being lifted as Satoru is still in him. He feels Satoru carry him up, and his back press against the wall as Satoru continues to fuck him violently.
“Tell me you hate my fucking guts.” Satoru demands.
“I-I don’t!” Suguru whines.
“Don’t lie. I wanna hear you tell me how humiliating it is to get fucked by an alpha superior to you.”
Satoru slams harder into Suguru. Suguru presses his forehead into Satoru’s shoulders, his nails digging into Satoru’s skin. He smells their pheromones collide: burning ash filling the air. He brings his legs around Satoru’s waist, feeling Satoru enter in him even deeper.
“I love it!”
“Say it again.”
“I love being fucked by another alpha!” Suguru cries out.
Suddenly, Satoru pulls out again. Suguru falls to the ground, holding himself up when Satoru grabs him by the back of his neck and forces his cheek to kiss the cold floor. Then, Satoru licks his lips and dives into his wet hole, letting his tongue run over the rim and lapping up the sweet slick. As he drives his tongue inside, Satoru uses his free hand to slowly pump Suguru’s sensitive cock. Suguru feels his body twitch, his slack-jawed mouth drooling on the floor as his eyes roll back.
Drunk off Suguru’s slick, Satoru stops and slaps Suguru’s ass. Suguru yelps, but Satoru keeps pumping his twitching cock.
“I don't know why you went this long pretending to be an alpha when you’re really just a cock-hungry slut.”
Satoru slaps his ass again. Then, Satoru moves his hand to grip around the base of Suguru’s cock. Suguru cries out, as Satoru squeezes harder.
“Look, you don’t even have a knot, and you’ve been cumming all over the floor like an untrained dog."
Satoru slaps his ass and drills a finger into Suguru’s ass. Then two digits. Then three. Suguru feels every part of his body stimulated: in the front, the back, and his nipples as they rub against the cold floor. Suguru feels like he’s going crazy, and he keeps babbling incoherently.
“I’m gonna knot you, whether you like it or not.” Satoru growls. “It’s for your own good.”
Suguru feels Satoru line his cock against his exposed ass, intruding roughly. Suguru moans louder, letting tears of pleasure roll down his cheek. Satoru continues to slam into Suguru, their bodies squelching as Satoru pushes deeper inside Suguru. Suguru can feel Satoru pierce his cervix.
"You dirty fucking slut.” Satoru growls. He slaps Suguru’s ass leaving a bright red mark. “I’m gonna fuck you in front of the entire office so that they can see what a dirty fucking bitch you are on the inside.”
Suguru feels himself tighten at the thought of being publicly humiliated, having every one of his coworkers see him dominated by their favorite golden boy.
“Don't get tight on me.” Satoru says. He digs his thumb into Suguru’s hole as he fucks him, forcing him to open up. Suguru yells from the pain of being stretched open. Suddenly, Suguru feels his hair being pulled and his head forced upward.
“Straighten your back, we’re not done yet.”
Suguru feels Satoru wrap his arm around his neck, fucking him violently as Suguru begins to choke.
“I’m gonna fill you, I’m gonna fuck you senseless, and I’m gonna make you full.”
Suguru musters the last of his voice. “Breed me, I want you to breed me!”
Satoru groans, increasing his pace. Suguru feels his eyes roll back as he grabs Satoru’s arm, digging his nails into his skin.
Finally, Satoru bares his fangs and bites into Suguru’s mating gland. Suguru yells in pleasure, feeling his body completely overcome in ecstasy and his mind go blank. Satoru slams into him once more, and cums. Satoru groans, rolling into Suguru’s hips as he lets his hot cum fill Suguru’s insides.
They both collapse onto the floor. Suguru feels his body regain itself when Satoru presses his chest against his back, wrapping his arms around Suguru. Their bodies are wet from perspiration, still hot. Satoru remains inside of Suguru, his knot keeping their bodies locked together. Satoru nuzzles his nose into Suguru’s bitten mating gland, lapping up the blood. Suguru feels his breath finally steady, when it finally dawns on him…
Oh my God, I’m not ready to be a mom.
Satoru nuzzles into Suguru’s shoulders, mumbling quietly in satisfaction.
“I'm gonna be such a good dad…”
…
Suguru and Satoru were both suspended. They were asked to take a leave of 2 weeks. Maybe it was a little embarrassing, but Satoru didn’t care.
Suguru did, though.
Satoru tried to reach out to Suguru, but all of his calls and texts went ignored. Satoru knew he technically didn’t have a say in it, but he did want to make sure the potential mother of his children was okay (even if Suguru decided to not keep the pups). He reached out to a beta he was friendly with HR and got Suguru’s address. He followed it and went to Suguru’s apartment prepared with a black iced coffee and some flowers. He wore a big bomber jacket, slacks, and a vintage t-shirt. This time, he opted not to wear the fake glasses. He knocked on Suguru’s door, just once. When no one responded, Satoru knocked even harder.
Finally, Suguru opens the door. He creaks it open, and Satoru looks down to see Suguru dressed in navy cotton pajamas. His skin was pale (well, even paler) and Satoru could see the bags under his eyes.
“Morning sickness?”
Suguru rolls his eyes and tries to close the door, but Satoru holds it open. Suguru’s a little shocked to see the sheer strength Satoru had, being able to keep the door open with one hand. Lucky him, prime alpha boy wonder.
“I-I came with a peace offering again…” Satoru says. He pushes the iced coffee and bouquet towards Suguru.
Suguru frowns. “What is this one gonna do? Give me a vagina? Make me into a frog?”
“N-no! I’m sorry that I did that… I looked into it and we still have enough time to change you back. Y-you know I would've never done that to you if I knew it was permanent. I didn't even know it was going to work! It was just something I found on Amazon, y’know? I mean, who sells shit like that? Who on earth would buy bitching medicine? A-aside from me… B-but I can take you to the doctors to fix you back up.” Satoru takes a gulp and leans in to whisper quietly. “I’m sorry I called you a slut, by the way. I get really caught up in the moment.”
Suguru purses his lips. He shuffles awkwardly. He didn’t want to tell Satoru, but this was something he always wanted but was too afraid to pull the trigger. At the risk of sounding like some twisted pervert, he mutters his response:
“I-it’s fine. I’m okay with this…”
Satoru widens his eyes. He was definitely a little shocked to hear Suguru was… fine with it. He suddenly feels his heart swell up with joy and reaches out his hand to touch Suguru’s stomach.
“Oh my God, I feel it kicking—“
“I’m not pregnant, you dumbass.”
Suguru slaps Satoru's hand away. Satoru yelps.
Satoru bites his lip before he continues.
“I meant it when I said I thought you were an omega… Or, I wished you were one… I know you probably thought I was the most annoying guy alive, but I always really liked you…”
Suguru feels his chest bloom at hearing Satoru’s endearing albeit juvenile confession. He brings his hand up to scratch the back of his neck, pouting slightly.
“Y-you can come in.”
Satoru grins. He steps inside, greeted by the familiar smells of Suguru’s pheromones that always agreed with him: burnt caramel and molasses.