#it bangs

Special agent! Gojo who's been working on a case tracking a crime lord through the deep mountains.  After chasing him around the world, his team managed to corner him in the region.  The problem is he is hiding among the civilians.   

Special agent! Gojo and his teams have a rough idea of where he is.  But none of the locals are talking.  While walking through town he notices everyone avoiding him until he locks eyes with you.  You and your pack quickly scurry away, but not before he tells his team to track you down and bring you in.

Special agent! Gojo who has you all pulled from your cozy hut a few miles away from town into the team's makeshift camp for interrogation.  

“Sorry to treat you all so rough.  But everyones been ignoring us, you know how it is.” He entered the cold tent where they placed you all.

“You tryna get my pack killed?” you growled back.

“I'm trying to save this whole region sweetheart. And I bet you can help.  Seen him around?” He slid a picture toward you.

“Nope.” you kept you glare on him.

“It'd help if you looked at the photo.” But of course you didn't budge.

Special agent! Gojo could see he was getting nowhere and returned to his team for suggestions.  Nanami suggested a bribe, people in this region weren't known to give something for nothing.  And Gojo knew that well having been undercover in the area just last year.  Though normally if there was a threat to the community they'd give them up right away unless they knew them, meaning the target was one of their own.

“Bring them some rare sweets, I'm sure they'd appreciate it.  All omegas do.” Nanami suggested.

Special agent! Gojo shrugged, ambivalent to the suggestion.  He walked out of the hut wordlessly.  Which only served to piss Nanami off.  Why ask if he had his own idea?  Nevertheless they went through with it and presented you and your pack with a buffet of sweets.

The three of you sat at the silver interrogation table uninterested. Watching the Agents clumsily try to entice just one of you enough to get some info.  Your head turned when you smelled something heavenly from outside the tent.

Special agent! Gojo pushed through the tent opening holding a silver baking pan with a baking mit.  Whatever was in the pan was crackling and smelled like pure bliss.  He placed it down on the far corner of the table just close enough for you to peek over and see the giant roasted duck in the pan.  You and your pack's eyes glued to the bird, practically salivating.

Special agent! Gojo who took his original place across from you all smirking, waiting to see what all you were willing to give up in exchange for such a rare bird in your region.  

“Now can you tell me if you know this man?” The teasing lilt in his voice surfaced.

You got a nudge from one of your pack mates.

“Food is not worth our lives.” You composed yourself enough to speak.

“Well if he's a threat to you all, why are you protecting him.”

“The townspeople know him.  We're new to this area.  That's all I'll say.  Find someone else.” The waft of the duck had your mind muddled.

“Hmm I think you're exactly what I need.”  He leaned in close.  Enough to catch your sweet scent.  “You have my word, we'll keep you and your pack safe, or die trying.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you sneered.

“Well there's a reason this guy is runnin’ from us.” He winked.

Special agent! Gojo who finally gets the information he needs to bring this guy in and leaves you all in the protection of his team to enjoy your duck.  

Picking up the guy was no problem but it was a shame to break into his elderly parents home to do so.  It almost made him regret it, but the pay raise he was going to get from this take down may be worth it.  After all he's got the hopes of taking a small pack of omegas home with him.

Special agent! Gojo reports back to see you and your pack already at the bones of the bird.  He'd only been gone 30 minutes.

Special agent! Gojo escorts you back home through town.  Only to have your neighbors throwing stones at you as you passed by.  He blocked any before they could harm any of you.

Special agent! Gojo who acts clueless upon the three of you reaching home and panicking about having to find a new home, again!

Special agent! Gojo is happy to protect you all as long as need be and proposes a move down south with his team.  Your pack has no choice.  His agency comes and boxes your home up with efficiency and ships it to his high rise in the city. 

Special agent! Gojo watches as you and your pack wearily board the agency private plane, and take your first flight.  

Special agent! Gojo who brings you to his home and tells you all to make yourselves comfortable.  He couldn't wait for the place to reek of the three of you.

Special agent! Gojo who plans a special housewarming dinner with all the delicacies you could imagine (yes there was more duck!!!).  He watched you all happily gorge yourselves.  Occasionally one of you would shove a piece of food he “had to try” into his mouth, which he happily accepted.  

Special agent! Gojo who ends the night showing you all to a den he had prepared.  He let you all run around exploring the vast room while he sat in the corner of the Alaskan king bed waiting for you to tire out.

Special agent! Gojo sends you all to sleep bouncing on his cock.  Taking his time to make sure the whole pack is fully sated.  He'd have one of you waiting on his fingers, kissing the other and fucking the last into the sheets.  You were the last standing as your pack mates slept after a handful of orgasms.  

You were barely holding on as Special agent! Gojo folded you in a mating press onto the pillows.  

“Come on ‘mega. Know you wanna come for me.”  He could go all night but he can feel you holding out on him.

The way you'd force yourself to settle after squeezing him for a dangerously long time.

You shook your head, trying your best to match his thrusts.  “Wanna stay.  Feels good, wanna stay.”

“Nnnn I can get you here anytime you want, baby.  Let me make you feel real good now.” He purred in your ear.  Your skin felt like a wave of fire passed through.

You were so close, a few well placed thrusts was all it took to have you spilling over to which Gojo reciprocated.  After a few minutes of panting all over each other he began to pull out.  The two of you were connected by strings of your own release, painted all the way down Gojo's thighs, that fell as you came apart.