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Megumi understands his life is just one test of patience after another, but having Yuji steal glances at him for the whole day is making his patience grow thin.
He doesn't feel good enough to deal with Yuji today, but before he could immediately leave after training, Megumi finds his way blocked by none other than Itadori Yuji himself.
"Fushiguro are you, perhaps, feeling," Yuji pauses to find the right word. "Agitated?"
Megumi stares at him, unimpressed. He's in a hurry and does not need Yuji playing therapist right now. So Megumi turns on his heels to walk away before Yuji shoots a hand to his wrist.
"Wait!" Megumi glances to see Yuji looking at him all worried and sorry. "No, I mean, your smell's stronger than usual. You okay?"
Of course the first thing Yuji does after resurrecting and for some reason having an alpha awakening, as he mentioned it, is to smell the people around him. All he needs is a pair of dog ears and a tail to complete his eager puppy look.
And though Megumi doesn’t want to admit it, Yuji is right. He does feel agitated. Sweaty and out of breath after barely anything. He’s been shifting uncomfortably since morning as if there’s an itch inside him that he needs to scratch.
Maybe it’s why Gojo smiled at him too long in class. Maybe it’s because Gojo smiled at him too long in class. Either way, it’s uncomfortable like an incoming heat. Except, it’s too early for that. Unless a trigger--
He looks back to Yuji’s curious eyes and clicks his tongue. Of course. So he stares Yuji down and tells him, “You did this.”
“What,” Yuji whines when Megumi shoves him to the side to walk past him. “What did I do?”
Too much, Megumi thinks with gritted teeth. The moment of realisation only makes the heat crawling inside him even worse. Megumi just craves for it now. Every second he spends in Yuji's presence is bound to make him do something he regrets later. Sure, Megumi would trust that dumb baby alpha with his whole life, but he doesn't want to pressure Yuji into this whole heat thing.
Which is why Megumi slams the door to his room and texts the only other person he can think of in this situation. He sends a short message and doesn't bother replying the immediate response which expectedly was:
what for real? nice lol
be there in 10
Megumi manages to distract himself for 8 before he doubles down in pain, his heat coming in full force. He lets out a shaky exhale and wonders if Yuji's already in his room, if he could smell Megumi from there.
Megumi touches himself before he could get all of his clothes off. It's hot and he's sweating but he's desperate to get off even more. Just once, just one orgasm to clear his mind for a bit. So he slips a hand into his pants and mutters a small 'fuck' when he takes hold of his hard cock. Didn't even realise how worked up he was getting.
Megumi turns to the side, burying his face into the pillow to smother his small noises as he tugs his erection. He feels it throbbing, slick slowly dripping onto his balls, he's so wet and suddenly a hand at his cock isn’t enough anymore. Arousal growing fast as if he could orgasm anytime soon except it’s not enough.
So he slides his fingers down his taint, fingertips pressing against the wet pucker of his hole and sighs. Getting himself off is always a chore. Of course Gojo has to be late. Megumi curses the teacher internally.
Kicking his pants off along with his underwear, Megumi then props one knee up, reaching his hand behind to slip two fingers into his already wet heat with a quiet moan. It doesn't fill him up the way he needs, fingers barely reaching where he wants it.
Megumi makes a noise at the back of his throat. He needs more. Gets to fuck three fingers into himself before the door clicks open, and closes behind immediately after.
"You're having fun without me," teases a voice he despises so much.
"Shut up," Megumi grunts out. He pulls his fingers out to turn around to a less humiliating position before a large hand holds his hips to stop him.
"No, no." The bed dips from Gojo's weight. From the corner of his eyes he sees Gojo dressed in his casual baggy attire and could guess the grin he has on his face as he tells Megumi to, "Go on, I like the view."
Megumi glares at him despite his position. "Strip."
"You're so scary when you're in heat, Megumi." Gojo pouts like the overgrown child he is. "Aren't omegas supposedly to be pliant and sweet?"
“Aren’t betas supposed to be less of a dick?” Megumi wonders out loud and Gojo simply laughs at his words.
The touch of Gojo's hands is cool on his heated skin and it does calm Megumi down, having someone giving him the attention he needs. The teacher continues to rub small comforting circles down his back and Megumi sighs.
Gojo's beta smells more muted, unobvious. But still him sitting so close behind Megumi, he gets a whiff of the familiar sickly sweet scent, a bit burnt around the edges and thank whatever god that might exist for not making Gojo an alpha. Megumi doesn't know how he could handle the smell stronger than that.
The large hands then squeeze at his thighs, running up to hold the globes of his ass and spread his wet hole with his thumbs. Megumi’s face burns in embarrassment and makes a noise in complaint.
Gojo slides his fingers in, replicating what Megumi was doing before he got here and Megumi unconsciously spreads his legs a little wider when Gojo starts scissoring them.
“No need—don’t need fingers.” Megumi rocks his hips despite his words. He doesn’t need fingers but Gojo’s are so just fucking long, curling up to tease at his prostate until Megumi’s back bows, presenting himself even more. Megumi moans, “Gojo-sensei, please.”
With a pleased hum and a, “Yes, yes,” Gojo finally pulls his fingers out. Megumi almost whimpers at the empty feeling.
"On your knees," orders Gojo, patting the back of his thigh lightly. Megumi complies as he hears shuffling behind him, a shaky exhale escaping him once he feels Gojo over his back, clothes still on while his hot length rests at the crack of Megumi's ass. His slick pours out even more, feels it slowly sliding down his thigh and another string of Megumi's patience unravels.
He's been worked up since the early evening that he has to bite back an impatient whine. Almost shaking with need until the teacher pushes himself in. The head stretching his rim, fucks in deeper until the length fills him up so nicely.
Megumi moans when the cock brushes something inside him and buries his face into the pillow, body going taut as he comes almost immediately after Gojo fucks his cock in right to the hilt. His hole squeezing around the cock tight and body shuddering until Gojo groans from the feeling.
A pause from Gojo makes Megumi realise how hard he's panting while he squirms from how full he feels. Then Gojo pulls him up, back pressed against the teacher’s chest, knees spread over Gojo’s who asks, "Already?"
Fuck.
He's heady from the orgasm, sheets already wet from his cum but his cock is still positively hard. It's not enough, it won't be enough until Gojo fucks him proper. But for now he has to get through a smug Gojo now that he got Megumi coming just from that. He can't even deny it when the evidence is wet right under him.
".. was already.. worked up.." Megumi answers, mostly out of shame. Small gasps escaping him as Gojo rocks his hips.
Gojo recognises his words as an excuse and laughs throatily. "Shit, Megumi. If I knew you were this desperate I would've fucked you earlier."
A whine escapes him once Gojo pulls his cock out to manhandle him onto his back. He pins Megumi’s hands to the sides of his head and coos at Megumi’s flushed face. "Yeah?" Gojo says, lowering himself till Megumi could feel the warmth of his chest against his. "Would've pulled you aside and fucked you full before class because that's all you needed to concentrate, huh?"
Maybe it's because Gojo's a beta, or maybe because he's just a special grade asshole, but the fact he's still this chatty despite the room being flooded with Megumi's pheromones is starting to piss him off. The orgasm is wearing off, and Megumi’s heat claws right up to his chest. Slick only pouring out harder, so wet, such a mess for this asshole of a teacher.
"Shut up," Megumi bites out. He refuses to respond to Gojo’s empty words. Despises how his body is begging for it, he hates begging for Gojo.
But Gojo’s hand moves from his wrists to take a hold of his hands, still pinned to the sides of his head, entangling their fingers together. It looks like a romantic gesture when really, Gojo just wants to hold him down.
When he tries to lift his hands, Megumi begrudgingly notes how he can't move them and Gojo, the bastard, only tightens their linked fingers further. The advantage of physique and position Gojo has over him right now makes it impossible to fight him off or pull the teacher down by his neck.
He's desperate enough to try and fuck himself using the little space he has, moves his hips to try and get Gojo's cock in his again and Megumi's face burns from Gojo's dark stare.
"Megumi," Gojo says in a playful scandalised tone. "Where did you learn to be such a slut?"
Fuck him. "Fuck you," spits Megumi.
“Y’know, Megumi,” Gojo drawls, looking down at him prettily while he slots their erections together. Megumi sucks in a sharp breath when Gojo grinds his erection from Megumi's taint, sliding the length along Megumi's like he's mock fucking Megumi. It's not enough. He needs Gojo inside of him. “You’re awfully rude for an omega begging for cock.”
Megumi sneers, “You’re awfully cocky for a beta.”
“Rude,” Gojo repeats. "Just ask me nicely and I'll give it to you."
The student only wraps his legs around Gojo's waist, hoping it'll get the message across.
Gojo presses the head of his cock at his rim, pressure enough for it to push inside and Megumi's breath hitches, almost melts until Gojo pauses again with a pleased hum when Megumi tightens his hole in distress. And he repeats this shit because Gojo likes to fuck around like this. On normal days Megumi would give Gojo the satisfaction of begging for it. But today, Megumi's omega snarls inside him and he wants, needs--
"Fuck." Megumi throws his head back with a groan. Gojo’s cock is pressing so deep, so good inside him but then he pulls out, fucking his cockhead shallowly despite Megumi tightening his legs around the teacher’s waist.
Gojo’s a fucking tease.
"Should've gotten some," Megumi rasps, "Hnn, dumb alpha to fuck instead."
And that seems to have struck a cord inside Gojo. His hand leaves Megumi's and the younger realises how his fingers ache from how hard he was gripping his hands.
"Hm? That it?” Gojo says, voice pouty but his grip on Megumi’s waist otherwise. “You just want to be bred like a common bitch?"
When Gojo’s little teasing tone is switched off, Megumi remembers how frightening his teacher actually is. And he doesn’t have the time to process it when his hole flutters around nothing and he’s manhandled onto his front, Gojo’s presence large and dark behind him.
Gojo sighs. "After I went through all that trouble treating you like an equal."
Megumi turns his face to the side so he doesn't get smothered by the pillow, arm pinned at the small of his back and the other hand grasps at the sheets once Gojo finally sinks his cock in.
"Sensei," gasps Megumi. "Fuck--ah!"
Megumi can't control his volume now. Not when Gojo's deep inside him, thrusting too hard and too fast, making it hurt. Megumi could barely handle it but he loves this. Body heavy on top, cock screwing into him until all Megumi could do is moan, "Sen--hnngh, ah, sensei."
He's fucked open enough for the pain to finally die down, doesn't even realise his second orgasm building up until he sobs out from the intensity of it. Whines and body unconsciously tries to get away, too sensitive to take it.
But Gojo holds his head down with a large hand as he fucks into his crying student until Megumi goes limp again. Lays there and takes it like a doll.
Gojo then lifts his hips up till he's on his shaking knees, face down and ass up, only held in position by Gojo alone. Too fucked out to think, Megumi whines when Gojo thrusts inside again. He's so full, feels so fucking good and the pleasure of another orgasm rippling through him is etching into pain. But Gojo doesn't slow down on his thrusts.
"I wonder," Gojo punctuates with a hard slam of his hips, Megumi's knees slipping as Gojo fucks him. "If some dumb. Fucking. Alpha. Could make you cry like this."
And Gojo goes wild with it. Fucks Megumi into the bed like he means it. Holds him down until Megumi's cock rubs deliciously against the bed and comes again, keens from Gojo's unrelenting thrusts and it’s what he needs but it’s still too much.
"Again?" asks Gojo, slowing his thrusts into deep and short grinds until Megumi's gasping. "But it's still not enough, huh?" Gojo says like it's a pity. "Need someone to knock you up for it to be enough." And Megumi almost sobs over those words.
"Need it," Megumi moans out. "Sensei, need--"
"Shh, don't worry," Gojo croons into his ear and his fingers dent from where he's gripping Megumi's hips hard enough to bruise. "I'll give it to you, gonna fill you up nicely, huh, Megumi? Knock you up with my pups and let everyone know who you belong to."
Gojo's thrusts are sloppy and unrestrained as he gets closer to orgasm. Breath heavy on his neck before his teeth comes baring down on his shoulder, dangerously close to the mating gland and bites like he's trying to break skin. Growls deep in his throat like an alpha as he stills his cock in the deepest parts of Megumi and spills inside him.
Megumi fists the sheets, instincts telling him to clench down but his little sanity wants to claw away, regrets letting Gojo come inside in the first place. He whines from the burst of pain at where Gojo’s biting down even harder.
"Hurts--" Megumi chokes out. "Sen--ah, Gojo." At the broken cry of his name, Gojo finally lets up, as if remembering himself.
Licking at the broken skin, Gojo snakes his hands to Megumi’s front, pinching his nipples and rolling his hips until Megumi whines, body twisting away because it’s all too much at once. His cock is already stirring, ready for the promise of more but Megumi’s body can barely keep up.
But Gojo finally decides that it's enough. Settling down beside him, Gojo pulls Megumi in, his back to his teacher's chest and they just lay there quietly, giving Megumi time to come down from his high.
Though Gojo can never stay fully quiet. His teeth scrapes at Megumi's nape playfully, leaving marks all over his back and shoulder. He feels another nip, this time directly at his gland, and halfheartedly nudges Gojo away with his elbow. "Stop," Megumi sighs.
But Gojo only wraps his arms around Megumi's middle and pulls him closer into his chest, burying his face at the crook of Megumi's neck. He nips at the sides of Megumi's throat then slowly moves until he's sucking marks at where it throbs.
"Gojo sensei," Megumi calls out. They're done fucking, Gojo wouldn't claim him right now. But he feels the warm puff of breath when Gojo opens his mouth and Megumi shivers once the teacher licks at the gland, his omega preening and making him expose his neck even further, presenting himself for someone that's trying to claim him.
But then Gojo's sharp teeth leaves him, and Megumi's heart stutters at losing the possibility of bonding with his teacher.
“Don’t be greedy,” Gojo murmurs against his skin. “Maybe if you ask me nicely, I’ll bite.”
For someone that’s always staking his claim on Megumi, Gojo never actually marks him. Megumi isn’t full of himself enough to think Gojo did it for Megumi’s sake. It’s probably from the teacher’s own ego. The way despite Megumi not being marked, he made sure others are too afraid to approach him after sensing another strong wolf’s smell on him.
And Gojo won’t do it on his own accord. Not when he has a reputation to uphold. If Megumi was the one who asked for it, then he’d have an excuse. Would tell everyone the student begged him to. That his wolf couldn’t say no to such a strong omega presenting himself.
Being in heat makes Megumi feel terribly greedy and desperate. He wants everything Gojo could give him even when he shouldn’t. Maybe it’d be easier if Gojo were to just take everything from him so Megumi could just blame it on the teacher for taking advantage of him. It's easier for them both to blame each other.
But as they are now, Gojo simply loosens the insistent grip he had on Megumi, pulling his softening cock out.
Gojo sits up, pushing his hair back with a hand and takes in the mess he has made on his student. Takes in the angry bite marks staking his claim on the omega. Barely. It was only a warning bite. He could completely claim Megumi if he wanted. If he bared his teeth down a little more, if Megumi actually begged him to.
Instead he dances his fingers down Megumi’s back, still a clean canvas, probably thinking about dealing with that tomorrow. For now, his finger reaches the curve of Megumi’s ass, his hole weeping with Gojo’s cum.
He catches the cum with his fingers and fucks them back inside, Megumi moaning softly when the long fingers curl and prods at his prostate until he comes again, cock barely hard and drooling lazily onto the ruined sheets.
The heat is more bearable now. It settles at the pit of his stomach like a gentle hum. Though it won't be long until the worst of it kicks in again, for now Megumi's exhausted enough to pass out for a few hours.
Pulling his fingers out, Gojo then smears the remaining slick and cum on Megumi's thigh, making sure his scent is rubbed into the student’s skin, caramel sweet above Megumi’s woody one. Megumi's too used to Gojo's possessive nature to comment on it.
Finally satisfied, Megumi feels the bed shift as Gojo moves to stand up. It’s quiet, safe for some clothes rustling as the teacher makes himself look more presentable.
“I’ll come back in the morning,” Gojo promises and Megumi only replies with a sleepy hum. Gojo always comes.
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Gojo always gets extra clingy the day after helping him with his heat. Hands slipping under Megumi's clothes despite his protests to touch his skin and burying his nose into the crook of Megumi's neck to breathe in his scent. Fucking loves how Megumi smells like him. Well, more than usual.
It's only to help him, Gojo often tells him. To mask the smell of omega in heat so as the people with less restraint wouldn't attack him. But Ieiri has smelled Gojo on him one too many times and laughed over how unfortunate Megumi must be to get that possessive freak constantly scenting him.
Megumi sighs. It doesn't help that Yuji has an alpha's nose now, smells more acute to him than before. So he has to deal with the boy leaning in too close for comfort and taking a big whiff at his nape curiously.
A mouth appears on Yuji’s cheek. Wordless to the point Yuji didn’t realise it was there but somehow Megumi recognises the extra mouth as a sneer. A warning.
Strange. Everything has gotten so much stranger after Yuji got turned into an alpha.
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