Thread by @anonmochi1

#goyuu day 27 goyuumonth a/b/o

yuuji hears the rumors and though he's not satoru's mate, he feels livid.

"don't be his mate. he killed his omega," they would whisper behind his sensei's back. "that's why he's the strongest because no sane man could override his instincts."

as much as yuuji wants to defend his teacher, he cannot overstep his boundaries. after all, he's only your average, normal beta. no cursed technique, no special scent, nothing. even sukuna mocks and degrades him as a disappointing vessel, but yuuji manages to ignore

his name-calling. after all, he's just a dumb alpha who wants to go on a rage and probably let out his pheromones to get his dick wet. he's nothing compared to satoru.

but again, he's just a beta. what's worse is that he heard satoru used to have an omega but killed him because

he was a traitor.

yeah, the prospects are not so great for yuuji. so he buries his feelings inside and is satisfied with watching his handsome, amazing teacher from afar. ok, and maybe curling around his jacket whenever the man discards it haphazardly around the lounge room.

go ahead sue him. he returns it back to satoru eventually. one of the benefits of being a beta is that his scent isn't too strong or cloying.

but one day he's not careful. or rather, satoru already knows about yuuji's romantic feelings because he catches him red-handed.

"whatcha doing with my jacket, yuuji?" satoru asks while trapping him against the wall, leaning dangerously close.

yuuji's nose flares at the bombardment of pheromones being emitted from his crush. clean like linen. fresh like the salty spray of the beach. soft

and comforting like a nest of blankets and home. it's his favorite scent. no matter how many fragrance melts he buy, they can never compare to satoru's addicting scent.

"it's comfortable," yuuji replies. not the best liar so at least he's giving half truths.

"so much that you sleep with it?" satoru smirks and leans close, so close that yuuji's head is trapped between sensei's arms.

yuuji gulps.

"i'm sorry," he apologizes in a small voice. "i know i have no chance but-"

he doesn't have a chance to finish because

satoru rubs his cheek with the scent glands on his wrist. his brain short circuits by the gesture.

"what," he wants to ask, but loses the chance to speak once more because his body suddenly shifts and finds himself on a king-sized bed.

no. it's not just any bed.

𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥.

"yuuji," his sensei purrs against his ear, hot and heady and everything he can ever imagine and more, "i've always been looking at you."

his hands, gentle but sturdy, slides beneath his hoodie as they lift them above his chest.

yuuji feels exposed. he feels even more exposed when he feels satoru's hips flushed against his and he can feel a bulge pressing against his groin.

"hah," yuuji lets out a noise as the man of his dreams continues to rub his scent glands wherever he can touch.

along his collarbones. across his pebbled nipples. below his navel. yuuji belongs to him and nobody can tell the alpha otherwise.

because satoru is such a superior alpha, his senses are also heightened beyond belief. everybody's smell sucks ass. they don't entice him.

but yuuji here, with his supposedly subtle scent, smells like ripe fruit, ready to be plucked and bitten. even if he doesn't have the most attractive scent, yuuji doesn't back away from his challenge, always trying to please him regardless of the warnings thrown his way.

he has baggage, and yet yuuji doesn't mind. good, beautiful yuuji he sends him a smile everyday. wonderful, lovely yuuji who participates in his antics because he also wants to have fun.

yuuji, yuuji, yuuji.

𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦, his mind would echo.

after so much pining, satoru should have kept track of his rut schedule but how can he when yuuji is so determined to train? to be strong?

satoru wants to see his beautiful beta bloom, and that's his mistake because now he wants a bedmate and no random toy or random whore will

do. only yuuji can satisfy this craving.

"you're mine," satoru nips the column of neck teasingly, prepping him for the inevitable bite.

his fingers grip his student's hips possessively. despite his initial fears that his behavior would turn him away, yuuji enables him

and wraps his legs around his waist.

"gojo-sensei," he says breathlessly.

"don't be his mate," yuuji remembers. "he'll break you," he would recall with blood rushing through his veins.

good thing yuuji is quite spiteful when needed and gives his alpha a wicked smile before

the man dives down and steals his lips.

"yes," he whispers between kisses as he gyrates his hips.

"yes, my alpha," he moans when satoru finally clamps on his throat, teeth piercing through skin, knot growing inside.

satoru is his mate, and he proves it with a shallower, matching bite near his chiseled collarbones. it may disappear, but it gives yuuji more excuses to mark his teacher again to show the world.

after all, it's payment for all the hickeys and love bites near his inner thighs.