It's Welcome Company
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/57043306.
Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con
Category: F/M
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
Relationships: Okkotsu Yuuta/Reader, Okkotsu Yuuta/Orimoto Rika, Okkotsu
Yuuta/Original Female Character(s), Orimoto Rika/Reader, Orimoto
Rika/ Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Okkotsu Yuuta, Orimoto Rika, Reader
Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Gangbang, Reverse Gangbang, dubcon, Voyeurism,
Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Okkotsu Yuuta, beta reader
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-07-01 Words: 1,685 Chapters: 1/1
It's Welcome Company
by SubtextSeraph
Summary
Omega Yuuta gets dubcon gangbanged by beta reader and her clique. Rika enjoys watching
Notes
Updated just to fix wording/ grammar in a few places. ...God I'd like to just own a man.
“Where’s your pet?” Isabella asked, making a show of looking around your all-pink room as
if your omega boy-toy could blend into the carpeting. He obviously wasn’t there, but her
question did set off a chain reaction of follow up inquiries from the rest of your clique as they
pitched in with their displeasure at the absence of a staple favourite in girl’s night.
Their daddies should really get them their own. It was more than generous that you’d shared
yours with them all the time. Couldn’t the group go just one night without him?
“He’s not feeling well, I don’t want him to get stressed out,” you explain briskly, hoping
they’ll let it drop. They don’t.
“She means he’s going into heat,” Vivi giggles, staring at you as if daring you to make a
correction. You bite your tongue, looking away with frustration. So much for subtlety.
“Ooooooh! [Your name], is that true? You’re keeping him all to yourself because he’s hot and
horny right now, is that it?”
That’s exactly it, and you scowl back at Amani as well as Vivi for teaming up on you. “Even
if it’s true, that’s none of your business,” you say sourly, returning to setting up the streaming
service and snacks with the hopes of getting everyone distracted again and focused on other
things. Unfortunately for you, they don’t seem to want to let this go anytime soon.
“Can’t we just have him out for a little bit, [Nickname], please?” Suki implores, turning the
full force of her puppy eyes on you. Three other pairs quickly join hers, and you feel your
resolve waiver as the silent judgement of your friends descends on the room, threatening to
spoil the mood of the girl’s night you’d spent the last week preparing for.
Would it really be that big of a deal to let Yuuta sit with everyone for a bit? Your friends were
all Betas, naturally, so it wouldn’t exactly be dangerous for him. He was shy getting so much
attention, but he did know all of the girls already, so…
“Just for a little,” you concede, your sigh muted by the chorus of cheers as your friends
scrambled to fix their hair and makeup, the tap of manicured gel nails opening purses and
popping the cap on lip gloss.
Getting up and reluctantly crossing over to the door of the adjoining room, you open it just
enough to slide inside, closing it behind you. Yuuta is kneeling in the middle of his round-
bed, fussing with pillows and looking adorable in his Belgian linen pyjamas. His head jerks
up when he hears you enter, eyes glancing from you to the door and back again before he
smiles sheepishly.
“Were you going to sleep now, Yuuta?” you ask, softening your tone. It’s impossible not to
smile back at this soft, sweet boy, but your gut twists regardless. As always, his smile feels
guarded, nervous, and you know he’s worried about upsetting you. Or upsetting Rika. It
doesn’t seem to matter how many times you assure him that your parent’s house is warded
super well, or how the bracelet you’d given him from your father’s heirloom set would block
out cursed energy.
“Not… quite?” he replies, letting go of the pillows and shuffling over to the edge of the bed.
You drift closer, a hand coming up to cup his jaw. He leans into you without the usual
hesitation, and if there was any doubt from the way you’d caught him nesting when you
walked in you’d know that his upcoming heat has already started lowering his anxiety.
“The girls want to see you, if you’re up for it?” you ask with an apologetic smile. His brows
furrow like you knew they would, and he’s already fidgeting with the corner of a blanket. He
nods regardless of whatever hesitation he has, and you step back to give him space to get up.
Loath to let him out of your grasp entirely, your hand trails down his arm, fingers lacing with
his as you lead him back to the sitting room.
Your friends are ecstatic to see him, each of them asking how he is and telling him how
happy they are to see him and look him over with knowing eyes as they say oh, they’ve heard
how he hasn’t been feeling too well. You pull Yuuta over to them before they can get up and
close the distance themselves, Vivi and Suki already on the edge of their seats.
“I’m okay, it’s nice to see you again…” Yuuta mumbles, eyes locked on you until he’s tugged
down to sit between the worst offenders. You’re not paying attention to what they’re saying
anymore, simply watching as your emotions mix into a cocktail between frustration and
smugness.
They really wish they had their own omega, huh? You’re such a gracious friend to share him
like this.
Suki wants his opinion on her lip gloss, barely waits for your nod of approval before she’s
kissing your boyfriend. Yuuta at least has the decency to stop her hand as it sneaks under his
shirt, but that bothers you too. You said it was fine.
Two steps closer and you kneel in front of Yuuta on the couch, easing his hand off Mei’s
wrist so she can feel his abs. Isabella drifts over and you grin, motioning for her to sit behind
Yuuta and help you take his shirt off. Feeling a little better now that you’re the one
controlling the situation, you call Amani over, too.
“Your turn after Suki,” you direct, and the girls grin. Sharks, all of them, and Yuuta is caviar.
***
This isn’t the first time [Your Name] has let this happen, brought him into a room full of her
friends and them touch him, grab him. Yuuta knows each of these girls names, even if he’s
never used them, called for them. He’ll call for [Your Name], and he’ll call for Rika. That’s
it.
The braclet stops Rika from manifesting, but does nothing to supress her presence. He hasn’t
said anything to [Your Name], and Rika doesn’t want him to. And as long as Rika likes what
[Your Name] and the girls do to him, he can accept it. She can’t touch him anymore, can’t
help him through heats, but she likes [Your Name] because now he’s safe and cared for, has
the best food and the softest clothes. He hasn’t been outside in months, so Rika has been able
to relax without worrying about anything happen to him.
The gaggle of betas pulling his sweater off apparently don’t register as anything more than a
live show for his childhood sweetheart.
“You look so pretty like this,” Rika assures him, a voice only he can hear. Yuuta flushes,
squirming under the praise and imaging Suki is Rika. She looks a bit like an older version of
her, and with his eyes closed it’s easy to pretend. But there’s too many scents, too many
hands, and he whines in frustration as he tries to focus on just one.
“Ohoho, I think he likes it~”
“I mean obviously, look how hard he is!”
“Can I touch it, [Your Name]?”
His hips jerk reflexively as “Rika’s” hand rubs him over his sweats, and he moans
breathlessly.
“Ask for more, Yuuta. Be a good boy for us.”
***
“Please,” Yuuta groans when you palm him through his pants the way you know he likes.
Maybe it does a little something for you, too, to hear him beg like that while trying to press
his cock harder into your hand. Even through the fabric you can feel the faint bumps of his
spurs.
“Wanna let Isa feel these?” you ask, resting your cheek against his thigh so you can watch
your work up close. In your peripheral you see Suki reluctantly scooting back along the
couch to make room for Amani. She’s gentler, leaving gentle kisses along your pet’s cheeks,
jaw, and neck rather than sucking the breath out of him.
There’s that little delay he always makes, as if taking a moment to confirm if he likes an idea
or not. It wouldn’t be something you noticed if it weren’t for how avidly he agrees. If he
wanted it that much, what’s the hesitation about?
But no point thinking about it now when you’ve got your fingers in his waistband, looking up
and smirking as you watch four sets of eyes transfixed on twitching, leaking girth of a dick
Yuuta gets during heat. Isa has the decency to look nervous. Annoying.
“Well?” You press, moving back enough so she could take your place. When she doesn’t,
your irritation flares a little further, and your about to stand up and move her when Vivi does
it for you.
Unceremoniously reaching over Amani—still distracting Yuuta with kisses and touches—to
forcibly pull her into his lap. It’s a botched start but they find their rhythm quickly enough,
mainly Amani hanging onto Yuuta’s shoulders while he grinds up against her. It’s good
enough for you to sit back on your heels and sneak a hand down your skirt.
Like every other time, the longer this goes on the bolder your friends get. Yuuta is passed
around, his unfortunate designation giving him difficulty in finding release with beta
partners. The girls enjoyed themselves though, and you know you can help him out later once
they go home.
Lose straps are pulled back up, purses collected, and kisses are either blown or smooched
against your omega’s flushed cheeks. They leave him unsatisfied on the couch and exit,
giggling, thanking you on their way out. Finally.
Yuuta’s eyes open to meet yours when the door closes, just in time to see a pair of lacy
panties behind you before you’re straddling his lap next. He’s sweaty, hard, and already
slicked up for you. With the hard work out of the way, you cup his jaw to guide him into a
kiss as you make that easy slide home. He calls your name, because he is yours, and it’s
perfect.
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