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Satoru Gojo was the strongest. Unbeatable. But damn, she was dramatic.
Suguru knew it all too well. When he buried himself in work, meetings, or just reading alone in his room—with the door open a crack, scrolls laid out—she acted like she didn’t care.
Acted.
For about twenty minutes.
Then she appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed and a scowl that could call down curses. White hair mussed, those never-ending blue eyes narrowed. "You're ignoring me."
He didn't bother looking up. "I saw you ten minutes ago."
"That was ten whole minutes ago, Suguru." Her voice was dripping with whine, hips cocked like she owned the world—which she pretty much did.
He let out a long, suffering sigh. Like he was tired of her. Which he wasn’t. He never was. His omega pussy contracted just from her smell—alpha musk, sharp and addictive, already making his thighs slick with arousal.
She loves plopping down and pulling him onto her lap like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Strong arms wrapping around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder.
He maintains his cool. He always does.
But when she squeezes her grip and presses her face to his neck, taking a slow breath? Her massive alpha cock stiffens against his buttocks, thick and dripping with precum, which seeps through her pants.
His fingers jerk.
“Satoru.”
“Mhm?”
“Control yourself.”
She pouts even harder, grinding against him shamelessly. “You’re warm,” she whines softly, squeezing him. “How am I supposed to not get turned on when my omega smells like this? All slick and ready for my knot.”
He stiffens instantly, his core burning with heat—pussy dripping, aching to be filled. “Stop waving that thing around at me,” he grumbles, but his hips move back, teasing her length.
Satoru growls, flipping them over in an instant. She pins him down, tearing his pants off to reveal that glistening omega cunt—pink folds flushed, slick coating his thighs.
“Too late, Suguru. You’re mine.” Her cock bursts forth, massive and veined, with the knot already swelling at its base.
She drives deep, her body stretching him wide—his walls closing greedily around her. “Fuck, so tight. Take your alpha’s cock, baby.” She pounds relentlessly, hips snapping, balls slapping his ass as she hits that spot. Suguru moans like a whore, his legs wrapping around her waist, his nails digging in.
“Knot me—breed me, Satoru!” His pussy squelches around her, milking every inch.
She growls, slamming home as her knot erupts—locking them tight, hot cum pouring into his womb in thick ropes. They shatter together, Suguru’s orgasm spilling over her cock, his dramatic whines turning to possessive purrs.
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Panting, knot still buried deep, Satoru presses kisses to his neck. “Love you, Suguru. My perfect omega. Don’t ever ignore me again?” Suguru grins, all fluff now—his arms cradling Satoru close, his purring vibrations rumbling through them both.
He sinks into her, his fingers threading through her hair. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Warm. Safe. Hers.
Forever.