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Suguru knows she’s outside before she knocks. He can smell her through the door — that cool, sharp alpha scent that always carries something electric underneath it. Usually it’s playful. Lazy. Smug. Tonight it’s heavier. He doesn’t look up from his book.
The door opens anyway. “Sugu. ” He hums absently. Silence. He can feel her staring at him. Feel the weight of it.
The way the air subtly tightens when she’s trying to decide whether to pout or pick a fight. “You didn’t come see me today.”
“I was training.” “All day? ”
“Mostly.” She closes the door softly behind her. Not dramatic. Which is worse. Slow footsteps cross the room. He hears the rustle of fabric, then feels the mattress dip beside him.
Still, he doesn’t look up. The book is not interesting anymore. He just refuses to give her the satisfaction. A minute passes. Then, without warning, she reaches over, takes the book from his hands, and sets it on the desk across the room using Limitless. He stares at the empty space where it was. “Satoru.”
“You were done reading.” “I was not.”
“You were rereading the same paragraph.”
She shifts closer. Her thigh presses flush against his. Heat bleeds through the thin fabric of his shorts. He ignores it. She exhales slowly, leaning in until her chin rests on his shoulder. Her arms slide around his waist, locking him in with casual strength. “You’ve been avoiding me,” she murmurs against his neck.
“I have not.”
“You didn’t sit with me at lunch.” — “Yeah because I was training” “You didn’t come to my room after training”
“I was tired.” Her grip tightens slightly. “And now you’re pretending I’m not here.” He finally turns his head.
“I am acknowledging you” She’s close enough that their noses nearly brush. Her eyes are half-lidded, not playful. Not entirely. Just focused. “You’re not touching me.”
There it is. He doesn’t respond, So she moves. With no warning, she shifts her weight and pulls him fully into her lap, strong hands guiding his hips until he’s straddling her thigh instead of sitting beside her. It’s smooth. Effortless.
Dominant. He inhales sharply. “Satoru.” Her hands settle at his waist. Firm. Possessive.
Not wandering. Just holding. “You don’t get to ignore me all day,” she says quietly, gaze locked on his. “And then act surprised when I want you close.”
“I was busy. ”
“You were being distant Suguru..” She shifts slightly beneath him. Not enough to be obscene, Enough to remind him exactly what position he’s in. His spine straightens instinctively. Her mouth curves. “See?”
she whispers. “You react”
“I am reacting to you moving.”, she lifts at him with a knowing stare —“Mm. Sure.”
Her fingers flex against his hips. He tries to shift off her lap. She doesn’t let him. Not forcefully — just enough pressure to remind him that she is stronger. “Sit,” she murmurs. His eyes narrow.
“You’re insufferable”
“And you aren’t serious enough to get off.” She leans forward slowly, pressing her forehead to his. “You act like I’m pushing you,” she continues softly. “But every time I pull you into my lap, you stay”
He doesn’t have an answer for that. Because she’s right. Her scent thickens in the small space between them — alpha, warm, heady. It curls around his senses and makes it harder to think clearly. She notices, Of course she does.
“You smell so sweet Suguru ,” she murmurs, dragging her nose lightly along the side of his neck, “Like you’re worked up”— “well im not, Satrou” Her thigh shifts again — A slow, deliberate press upward.
His breath stutters before he can stop it. Silence. Heavy. Charged. Her grip tightens just slightly. “There it is,” she whispers with a slight smile. His hands move to her shoulders, maybe to push her back — maybe not.
“You love pushing me,” he says quietly. She smiles. “Yes” No hesitation. “I love when you pretend you’re composed,” she continues, voice dropping lower. “And then you look at me like that when I move.”
When he tries to look away, She catches his chin gently between her fingers and tilts his face back toward hers. “Don’t” Her thumb traces the edge of his jaw. “You don’t get to hide after reacting” His pulse is racing now.
She can feel it where their bodies press together. She shifts once more — slower this time — watching his expression carefully. “Tell me to stop,” she murmurs. He doesn’t. Her eyes darken. “See?” she breathes, happy.
He grips her uniform tighter. “Don’t get smug. ” She laughs softly against his lips. “Make me…Suguru” And then— She moves again.
More intentional this time. More pressure. His composure finally cracks — a sharp inhale, hips betraying him for half a second. Her hand slides from his waist to the small of his back, holding him there. Not forcing. Just anchoring. “You never get off my lap,” she repeats softly more so to herself but enough for him to hear.
And then she kisses him, Not playful, Not sweet, Slow. Deep. Testing. Her teeth graze his lower lip before she pulls back just enough to murmur— “If you’re going to sit here, Suguru don’t pretend you don’t want what happens next.”
He tries to keep what little composure he has left, but it cracks— Enough for his scent to sweeten even more, betraying the slick gathering between his thighs. He shifts, trying to play it cool. “I was concentrating,” he mutters. “On me?” She smirks, her hands not leaving his body.
“You can concentrate better like this.” He shouldn’t. But of course he does. Because it’s Satoru, and denying her is like denying gravity. She maneuvers him easily, his back against her chest, her strong thighs bracketing his hips. One arm snakes around his waist, hand splaying possessively over his stomach.
The other tips his chin up, forcing his gaze to hers. Her scent envelops him—alpha ozone and possessive heat. It soaks into his skin, making his pussy throb. “Missed you,” she murmurs, lips brushing his ear. Nuzzles the sensitive spot behind it, inhaling deep. “Smell so good, All mine.”
Suguru’s breath hitches. He grips her forearm, pretending it’s to push her away. “I was only gone a half a day.” “Too long.” Her hips roll up lazily with a pout, grinding her hardening cock against his ass through their clothes.
The friction sends sparks up his spine. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me.” He bites back a moan, thighs clenching. Her hand slides lower, fingers dipping just under his waistband, teasing the slick folds of his pussy. “Satoru..”
“Yeah? ” She nips his earlobe, voice husky.
Heat floods him. He arches despite himself, grinding back—needy omega melting for his alpha. Her chuckle vibrates through his back. “Good boy.” Then her mouth claims his in a deep, devouring kiss—tongue sweeping in possessive, stealing his breath, tasting every inch until he's panting, slick-soaked and trembling in her lap. She breaks it with a grin, eyes dark.
Her free hand drifts lower, fingers dipping beneath his waistband, teasing the slick folds of his pussy. He gasps, hips jerking. “Fuck, Suguru. Already so wet for me? Such a good omega.”
Her thigh presses up between his legs again, thick muscle grinding slow and deliberate against his aching cunt. Slick soaks through his pants, making the friction filthy, perfect. She rocks him on it, controlled rolls that have him panting, clit throbbing against her. “Satoru—ah—” He melts back against her, composure shattering as her scent drowns him. She chuckles low, nipping his neck.
“That’s it, Ride my thigh baby. Show me how bad you need your alpha.” He does, grinding desperate, slick drenching his pant and panties till it’s reached her pants until — she’s groaning, cock hard and leaking against his ass. Then she flips them—him flat on his back, her looming over, practically ripping his sweat pants off with eager hands. “Gonna eat this pretty pussy first,” she said more so to herself, spreading his thighs wide. Her tongue dives in, flat and hot, lapping up every drop of slick like she’s starved.
Sucking his swollen clit, fingers curling inside to hit that spot that makes him keen, back arching off the bed. “Mine. All fucking mine. Gonna make you cum so hard. ” Suguru claws the sheets, thighs quivering around her head and gripping her hair. “Satoru—please—!”
She doesn’t let up, tongue fucking deep, humming vibrations until he shatters, gushing slick over her chin. She drinks it down, moaning like it’s nectar. But she’s not done. Strips fast, her thick alpha cock springing free—veiny, knotted base already swelling. Lines up and thrusts in deep, stretching his fluttering pussy around her girth.
“Fuck, so tight. Take it all, Suguru. Gonna knot you. I’m gonna breed this omega cunt full of my pups Suguru.”
He sobs her name, legs wrapping her waist as she pounds relentless, hips snapping, knot catching at his rim with each brutal drive. Tension builds—her dramatic whines turning to possessive snarls.
“Mine—fuck, gonna lock you full—”
Then finally her knot pops in, hot and swelling, sealing her cum deep as they both cum—him clenching, milking her dry, her flooding him with thick ropes, breeding talk spilling filthy between kisses.
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They collapse, still locked, her weight a comforting blanket across his back. For a long moment, neither of them moves. Their breaths mingle, slow and unhurried, bodies tangled and sticky and entirely content. Satoru’s hand finds his, fingers weaving tight. She nuzzles into the crook of his neck, breath warm and a little shaky, lips brushing soft apologies and nonsense against his skin.
“Can we stay like this forever Suguru? ” she murmurs, voice gone quiet and loose with afterglow. He hums, already half-drowsy, running a lazy hand through her hair. “If you don’t crush me” She laughs, rolling them just enough that he’s resting against her chest, her arms wrapping around him protectively.
She presses a kiss to his temple, thumb stroking small circles along his side.
“Never letting you go,” she mumbles, and it sounds less like a tease and more like a promise.
Suguru relaxes into her, letting himself be held, letting the world shrink down to the sound of her heartbeat and the warmth of her skin.