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The child was a surprise.
Blond hair and amber eyes; the boy was an exact copy of his mother.
Gojo stared at omega and child with an intensity that would have disconcerted the oblivious pair.
And all that he could think of was...who?
Who was it that managed to break through Kento’s cold exterior?
Who is the man that convinced his former kohai to beget a child?
Utterly pulverizing the curse and watching it fade away into mist, Gojo sighed.
God he was so bored.
It’s just the same shit day in day out.
Eat, sleep, teach, exorcise curses. Rinse, repeat.
There was so little to break the monotony.
He could go annoy his students but they knew now not to humor him.
He could go hang out with Shoko and Geto but those two were also always busy with their own work.
As Gojo teleported back to Tokyo Tech he landed outside the administrator building and walked inside. Ambling along he was in no hurry to report on or receive his next assignment.
At his level of power the curses were just not enough to provide him with an interesting challenge and the missions just sort of blended with one another in his mind.
What he would give for break in the dull routine.
Turning a corner the alpha suddenly stopped.
Gardenias and an autumn forest. A warm heady scent that tantalized and invited.
It was enticing.
It was familiar.
An omega’s scent.
As though in answer to his question, Gojo caught movement down the opposite end of the hall. The person was heading south and away from Gojo and so did not see the sorcerer.
But Gojo saw him.
He stopped breathing.
“Nanami?”
What was his former kohai doing here?!
It has been seven years since the omega had left the sorcery world in order to pursue a normal life.
Seven years since the man had cast off the duties of a shaman and bid farewell to exorcising curses.
But here he was, back in the sanctified halls of Jujutsu Tech, and looking better than ever.
Could it be that he was returning?
The alpha felt his heart beat spike, the air was heavy in his lungs.
Well, what other possibility could it be?
And the man looked changed.
Gone was the long hair and lanky form to be replaced by short hair, sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, broad shoulders, tight waist and robust muscular thighs. All odd traits for an omega but Gojo was not complaining.
Even from a distance he could see that his former school mate was gorgeous.
Elation and excitement bubbled in the sorcerer’s stomach.
Just as Gojo was about to call out to Nanami and draw his attention he was interrupted.
“Okaasan.”
Gojo’s step almost faltered. He halted mid step in shock.
There, running up to the omega, was a small child.
The pup was male. He looked to be about 4 years old. He had blond hair, amber eyes and an adorable smile.
He looked just like Nanami.
Gojo’s mind reeled.
He felt his thoughts come crashing down as he watched Nanami smile at the child and bend over to pick him up. Cradling the pup in his arms the omega kissed the giggling child before moving down the hall completely unaware of Gojo’s presence.
Gojo remained rooted in his place even as he watched mother and child disappear.
He felt unbalanced.
A child?
A child?!!!
Since when did Nanami have a kid?!
Suddenly he became aware of the scent the omega left behind. Tinted beneath the gardenias and autumn forest was a slight scent of milk.
Mother’s milk.
The same milk that the omega used to nurse his pup.
Gojo’s imagination got away from him.
In his mind he saw the omega seated in a bed, shirt unbuttoned and pulled down one shoulder to reveal one plump breast. In his arms a small child cradled close with their head cushioned on a large soft pec, their lips wrapped around a swollen tit and feeding peacefully from its mother.
But no he was getting ahead of himself.
Something came before.
A question.
Who?
Who was the father?
Like a stallion untamed, his imagination reeled wildly in another direction from the omega and the pup.
An alpha.
Some faceless alpha wooing and romancing the blond.
Gojo’s mind spun with the unwelcome idea.
In the seven years that Nanami had been gone some alpha had come sniffing and wooing his former kohai.
A faceless male that had been able to tear down the blond’s walls when Gojo couldn’t. A stranger who had convinced Kento to let down his defenses and open his legs.
Gojo’s inner alpha growled at the unknown adversary and his imagination continued to taunt him.
He saw Nanami’s cold exterior and distant eyes soften as he gazed up at the mysterious man.
He saw the omega’s defenses going down as arms came up to embrace him and lower him into a soft bed. A mouth pressed against his; hands divesting Kento of his clothes, peeling one layer off at a time and slowly revealing that luscious skin.
Palms parting the robust thighs. Nanami’s half lidded eyes cloudy with vulnerability and arousal as the alpha’s mouth licked his mound. The omega’s quiet gasps as a hot tongue licked him in his vulnerable area, kissed his folds and sampled his cream. The pussy weeping and red under the man’s attention.
The blond gasping with pain and pleasure as he was penetrated. His vulnerable pink insides carved open on a lusting alpha’s hard cock. Tears would stream down Nanami’s face as the alpha rutted inside him, cheeks red, mouth slightly parted as he sobbed. Then the alpha’s movements would speed up, hands tightening around the omega. One final push and the alpha going still as he released volley after volley of scalding seed into the waiting womb.
And Nanami?
Nanami’s face contorted in pleasure, eyes glazed and pupils heart-shaped as he felt his womb swell with cum and he orgasmed from the feeling of being impregnated.
A large hand palming a plump pec. The mysterious alpha grinning in victory at having successfully planted his seed in the fertile womb.
Gojo snapped his head back and growled.
Territorial imperative clawed inside his chest.
He had never lain claim on the omega but his inner alpha was now up in arms.
“We are happy to have you back, Nanami-san.” Yaga-sensei said. “As to the matter of accommodations we do have larger rooms suitable for you and-”
Gojo had long tuned out Yaga-san’s words.
On realizing that the blond had come back to rejoin the sorcery world and was here to speak to Yaga-san, Gojo had wasted no time in inviting himself into the meeting taking place inside the principle’s office.
After the greetings and short chitchat to catch up the tall male had stood to the side to listen.
Right now Nanami had to speak to Yaga about his reenlistment.
Catching up together would have to wait until all the important details had been ironed out regarding Kento’s grade.
And in the meanwhile Gojo remained silent and watched.
Yaga droned on and on.
The man’s speech was boring.
There was a small giggle as the child (“His name is Yumi.” Kento had introduced) had tired of playing with Yaga’s cursed dolls and opted to crawl into his mother’s lap.
Without breaking conversation with the other adult, Nanami had picked up Yumi and the cursed doll in the boy’s hand and seated the child in his lap.
“You made a request to begin part-time as opposed to full time.”
“Yes, Yaga-san, I wish to start only part-time to better accommodate with my duties to my child.”
Yaga nodded.
“Understandable, Nanami-san. We can begin-”
Yumi cuddled his mother and held the doll tight.
Gojo stared from behind the blindfold unable to break his gaze away from the sight.
That child had been Kento’s.
That child had been inside Kento’s womb, growing and gestating for months.
Gojo gazed at Nanami’s powerful legs and felt his breathing grow heavy.
Concealed between those robust thighs was a pouting pussy. A delicate pink gash with sensitive folds that begged an alpha to part them and nibble on them. To pull the clit hood away and suck on the sensitive slut button concealed beneath; to tease it, torture it. An omega’s weakness the clit designed for pleasure and pain, to control the omega and force them to open their legs and relinquish their cream...Or to open their legs and receive a hard rod and potent cum.
Heat coursed through Six Eyes’ veins and his cock twitched in his pants.
In the span of half a day he had seen Nanami, found out he had a child with a stranger, and now he wants to plant an offspring of his own inside him.
But what about the usurper’s brat? The unknown alpha that had laid his claim first on the omega?
As if reading his mind Yaga spoke up.
“Regarding dependents...” The principal began.
“It’s only myself and Yumi.” Kento said. “Yumi’s father is not in the picture.”
Gojo bit back on a celebratory cry.
Good.
No competitor to kill then.
Satoru imagined Nanami large and bursting with life.
He knew him to be strong – he had been a grade 1 before leaving - that body could bear many of Gojo’s pups.
Yaga was finally wrapping things up.
Good.
Gojo wanted to begin his forays into courting the omega.
“Well, I guess if you have no more questions.” Yaga turned to Gojo. “Unless you have something to add?”
The blond turned his head to look at his former senpai and Gojo had to restrain himself from blurting out:
‘Are you on birth control?’
But instead of being amused by his own thoughts he frowned.
He imagined small white capsules, a numbered container. The omega rising naked every morning from a restful sleep and a night of animalistic fucking with faceless alphas to trudged into his bathroom and reach for the small white tablets. The blond standing in front of his mirror as seed leaked from his pouting cunt down red delicate folds and sensitive skin of the inner thighs and going to waste.
The alpha inside Gojo was aggravated at the idea of such blatant waste of seed.
The pup on Nanami’s lap began to fuss.
It was time for Nanami to leave.
Gojo pushed off the wall to follow.
As he and the omega left the principal’s office they spoke. Gojo luxuriated in the other’s scent.
He wanted to bask in it, to open the omega’s legs and sample it from the source.
But not now.
Not here.
There would be time.
Gojo would not be letting the omega leave any time soon.
THE END