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Yuuji watches his sensei pace across the front of the room, talking about some historical event or something. The teen rests his cheek in a hand, ears perked forward as he watches. He's more attentive to the way Gojo-sensei walks; his long limbs and steady stride. The way his voice carries; a bit of a laugh, teasing, making a joke, confident. The way his snow white hair looks so touchable, his ears and tail the same downy white, but with black markings. Even his blindfold is attractive. Yuuji is desperate to see under it. To figure out how he can even see with it on anyway.
The tiger looks absolutely smitten. The lesson passes right through, ear to ear, but he could probably draw Gojo's fur patterns with his eyes closed at this point.
Unluckily for him, he's about as subtle as most 15 year olds usually are.
It’s the most obvious to his uncle, who suddenly appears in the doorway with an angry rattle of the frame. Yuuji doesn’t seem to realize how much his pheromones are filling the room, but Sukuna would recognize that familiar smell even without the strength of it.
His already grumpy face crumples up more; a glare moving from Yuuji toward Gojo at the head of the class.
“You. Care to tell me why six of your unfinished reports found their way to my desk?” He holds up a thick folder of papers in one broad hand. “I’m not your editor.”
"I saw that you had time off, so you obviously would have some time to help an old pal out," Gojo says smoothly, ears perking toward Sukuna. The tip of his tail twitches. "Everyone say hi to Sukuna-sensei! He's come to guest lecture! History is his favourite subject, you know."
Yuuji snorts a laugh and his eyes finally rip away from Gojo and onto his uncle. His nose scrunches up and the difference in how he looks at the two of them is stark. Almost funny. "Couldn't you wait until after class?" Yuuji says, crossing his arms and slumping into his seat more.
Megumi nods politely with a quiet, "Sensei."
And Nobara salutes him half-heartedly. "Hi Sukuna-sensei."
Sukuna nods back at the pair, momentarily pleased by their deference. Then he looks at Yuuji down his nose with a look that says why are you asking a stupid question.
“And now he’s trying to pass off his lesson…” The tiger sighs and shakes his head. He slaps the folder down on a desk and looks at the board, tail flipping to and fro. “I should be teaching this anyway. Who knows what lies you’re filling their heads with…”
"You should definitely be teaching all of my classes. What would happen if I told them something outlandish? Or did something to them?" Gojo says pointedly. His eyes flick from Sukuna and to Yuuji. Who's looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky again. Like night and day between the two adults.
Sukuna glances at Yuuji’s classmates, who appear to be never the wiser about their teacher’s insinuation.
“It’s a good thing that your morals are in check then, isn’t it?” He fixes Gojo with a look.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Gojo quips with a playful smile. "My morals are-" he pauses mid sentence and glances at Yuuji when he smells the sharp potence of his pheromones filling the room.
Yuuji is watching between the two of them raptly, and when he sees that he's been noticed, he looks away with his tail curled over his lap.
Megumi grimaces at the smell, and Nobara snickers.
Sukuna seems to bristle. He bares his teeth, and just for a moment, hisses at Gojo.
“As much as I would love to teach your lesson, I think my services are needed elsewhere.”
Sukuna stalks closer to the other tiger.
“Let’s go.”
Yuuji furrows his brows at Sukuna and holds his ground. "What do you want? I have class."
Gojo rubs a hand over his chin and then hums in interest.
"You're becoming a distraction." Sukuna points at the board and Gojo's chicken scratch scrawled across it. "Can you summarize this battle that you've evidently been reviewing for the last half hour?"
"Uhh..." Yuuji makes a face and glances at the board and then back at his uncle. He says something under his breath that is clearly half-assed and half-bullshit.
Gojo giggles and looks at Sukuna with a wide smile. His tail flicks happily. "I don't think Yuuji's a distraction."
Sukuna chooses to ignore Gojo and narrows his eyes at Yuuji.
"You're not paying attention, anyway. Come with me, cool off, and we'll review later." He seems to believe that he could make this more interesting for his nephew than Gojo has, even if it would involve at least two verbal arguments.
Gojo complains weakly about 'stealing his student.' But he knows Yuuji's not paying attention anyway. Having the boy there is just fanning his ego at this point. Sukuna can see it, and the way the elder tiger's nostrils flare is worth it.
"Cool off?" Yuuji scoffs as he reluctantly gets up. "Why do I have to go with you? Fushiguro and Kugisaki are here too, by the way." He's snide, knowing how much his uncle doesn't care for most people, and just ignores them.
"They're good students." Sukuna side-eyes Nobara, who visibly puffs up even though she's not that far above Yuuji. He doesn't mention that, as beta and alpha, they're far less susceptible to the sway of Gojo's pheromones.
He peers again at the offending teacher, choosing to finally respond.
"Distractions seem to abound in your lesson... I doubt that you can get through a section without rambling about ice cream or something similarly asinine."
Yuuji jumps in in his sensei's defense. "He doesn't. He's a good teacher!"
Megumi just raises his brows and looks to the side with a soft cough.
"Okay, he gets sidetracked.... sometimes..." Yuuji says with a wince, glancing at Megumi and then at Gojo apologetically.
Gojo looks unbothered by this and he rests his hip against his desk and crosses his arms. "What's got your panties in a twist, Ryoumen?" He uses Sukuna's title casually, but he has a sharp grin, pointed fangs on display.
"Don't be inappropriate." Sukuna scoffs. "At least not more so than you already are."
His tail taps against the back of Yuuji's thigh; a subconscious effort to herd him toward the door.
Yuuji groans, but he starts to walk along with his uncle. Gojo waves, winks, and blows a kiss at Sukuna, then looks back at the other students. It catches Yuuji's attention and his ears swivel, one to his sensei, and the other to his uncle, then he looks between the two. He makes a face, trying to comprehend whatever is going on between the alphas, but he gives up quickly. "Where are we going? What do you even want from me anyway?" He says as the door closes behind them.
Sukuna waits to speak until they're a few steps down the hall. If he had it his way, he'd remove Yuuji from Gojo's lessons entirely.
"I'm taking you to get suppressant medication from the nurse. You were stinking that classroom to the gods. A distraction, like I said. As for Gojo..."
His round ears pin to his head at the part he doesn't want to say aloud.
"...your singular interest him is obvious."
Yuuji isn't sure which part to go for first. So instead he lifts his arm and sniffs his pit.
"Stop that." Sukuna swats Yuuji's hand out of the air.
Yuuji growls but he stops, ears flattening. "I don't need suppressants. It's not that bad. Ieiri-san said that it's okay. It's normal for omegas." He doesn't address the Gojo shaped elephant in the room.
Sukuna, however, is fixated on it.
"It's bad enough. I don't like the way he looks at you."
His tail sways to the side, brushing against Yuuji's.
"What? Gojo-sensei doesn't look at me weird. He's funny, and smart, and strong. And he's good company. He knows a lot. And he's cool too. He's really nice, even if he's a bit crazy." Yuuji's tail sways back and forth and his cheeks burn a pretty pink. His scent flares again, unable to temper it yet.
The corners of Sukuna's mouth pull down, as if confronted with a sour fruit.
"Okay. Let me rephrase. You like him too much." It makes Sukuna sick, frankly, that Yuuji would gravitate to the other alpha so fiercely. "I've known Gojo for a long time. He's even crazier than he lets on."
Yuuji gives his uncle a dirty look. "Why can't I like him? You're even crazier than him, and you expect me to listen to you anyway. He just... I dunno. It's not your business anyway," he complains, embarrassed.
"I'm trying to keep you from getting in trouble," Sukuna growls low, irritated by this conversation. "You're taking a suppressant, even if it's just for today."
"Why? It's not that big of a deal!" Yuuji shoves Sukuna in the side, ears pinned back. "Why would I even get in trouble? He's just a good sensei..." he doesn't even sound confident in that. They both know it's because as an omega he's desperate for Gojo.
Sukuna stops walking and silently grabs Yuuji by the shoulders. In one swift movement, he backs his nephew against the wall.
"Trouble would be getting knocked up by your precious sensei. Maybe I should let you carry a cub or two, just to learn a lesson." Sukuna hisses, claws digging into the wall next to Yuuji's head.
Yuuji's eyes are wide, and he makes a breathy sound, thighs pressing together for a second. His eyes flick to the way Sukuna ruins the wall with his pitch black claws. "He wouldn't do that... would he?"
"He might." Sukuna uses the proximity to breathe in the mix of Yuuji's pheromones. His voice is deep, calm, and steady. "Any alpha's instincts can drive them mad, Yuuji. Procreation becomes their one desire."
Yuuji opens his mouth and gapes for a second. Then he closes it, opens again, and finally snaps it shut. "Any?" He says quietly before he can think better of it. "He might do it? If I...?"
"If you go into heat, and he was in a rut, it could happen." Sukuna releases the omega, backing up a step before he's the one to get in trouble. Even so, his tail persistently drags against Yuuji's side. "That's why a suppressant is the best option."
Yuuji's tail subconsciously twines with Sukuna's to appease him. "I've been in heat before, and I never drove any alpha into... uh... yeah, you know. Why would it matter now? Does he want it too? You know if he does, don't you?" He sounds kind of excited.
Even though their tails are twisted together, Sukuna growls.
"You really are stupid."
He grabs Yuuji's arm, dragging him toward Ieiri's office.
Yuuji grunts and then makes a soft noise to try and calm the alpha down. "I'm not taking a suppressant, Sukuna," he argues as he starts to fight being dragged. "You're really mad about this, huh?"
Sukuna scowls and keeps tugging.
"Heaven forbid that I try to prevent my teenage nephew from getting knocked up by his creepy teacher."
Sukuna refuses to touch on the long-standing rivalry he has with Gojo, himself. There's an intrinsic part of him that doesn't want the snow leopard to have anything good.
"I'm not stupid, you know. I'm not going to get knocked up. I have a crush! And if you're so worried about him doing anything, then talk to him about it and not me," Yuuji argues. "You're not my dad, anyway. I can take care of myself."
"Oh, I plan to," Sukuna grumbles and decides to bargain. "If you take the suppressant, I'll let you go back to class."
"Are you... holding me hostage?" Yuuji looks at him in surprise, tails still twined together unwittingly. "Until I take birth control?"
Sukuna gapes at Yuuji for a brief moment. Then his mouth snaps shut.
"I know what's best for you."
"Do you realize how much of an alpha stereotype you're being?" Yuuji scoffs.
"I don't care," a dissatisfied reverberation comes from Sukuna's throat. "You're being an omega stereotype. Ooouu, do you think Gojo-sensei wants me as bad as I want him?"
Yuuji frowns and shoves at Sukuna with his free hand. "Let go of me." His tail detangles from his uncle's and he starts fighting more seriously. "I'm not going to do anything stupid. You're acting like you're a jealous boyfriend or something." His ears are flat, but more in embarrassment than anger.
"I'm supposed to believe that? You do stupid things all the time." Sukuna does let go, though, disappointed by the tail distance.
"Gojo-sensei wouldn't do anything. And I'm not going to go waving myself around alphas when I'm in heat anyway. Any alpha," Yuuji says, stopping and giving Sukuna a stubborn look. "I'm not going on suppressants. Make him go on them if you're so worried."
Sukuna half-laughs at that moronic suggestion.
"There's no one in the world who could get Satoru Gojo to go on suppressants."
"I mean... if anyone could, it'd be you, right?" Yuuji pushes his luck.
"You think I haven't tried to convince him before?" Sukuna shakes his head, shooing away memories. "We went to school together. That was, somehow, five times worse than the distraction that I caught you being today."
Yuuji is quiet as he realizes something.
"You've had to deal with Gojo-sensei in rut then? Is that why you're worried?"
"Not me, personally, but..." Sukuna scratches his chin. "I was around."
"So not... personally..." Yuuji says carefully. His tail flicks and his scent flares up again unexpectedly. "But if you did, you'd be able to stop him, right?"
"Of course."
"So why don't you just stick around me when I'm in heat? Then Gojo-sensei can't get close. Right?"
Sukuna’s ears swivel upward, perked for the first time since he walked into the classroom.
“…Fine.”
Yuuji gives his uncle a grumpy face and he huffs. "That's all it took? Fine. I'll text you if I start to go into heat and you can be weird and guard my room or something."
“I’ll stick around you more, in general.” Sukuna adds to the bargain, delayed.
"You're being weird," Yuuji says with a frown. "Since when did you get so caring? Should we go see Ieiri-san because of you?"
“I’m not caring, I’m being cautious. Because of Gojo.”
"You're the only person who would argue that," Yuuji gives him a displeased look. "You only care about me so that Gojo-sensei doesn't get close to me?"
“That’s…” Sukuna’s face tinges pink and he turns to walk away, tucking his chin into his scarf. “Never mind. Do whatever you want.”
Yuuji rubs the back of his neck and looks around. "I have to get back to class..." He's not sure what got his uncle so up in a frenzy about him having a crush on Gojo. The only explanation is that Sukuna knows that Gojo would do it.
And Yuuji isn't sure if that excites him, or makes him nervous.
"Hey tiger, what's up?" Gojo asks from where he's standing on the pathway by the training field on the school grounds. He has a lolipop stuck in his mouth, and he's talking around the side of it. "I was wondering when you'd catch me."
“Don’t flatter yourself, you’re not hard to find.” Sukuna sticks his arms in his sleeves and peers up at the snow leopard. “Sticking out like a sore thumb….”
"Still in a bad mood, I see," Gojo chuckles and pops the loli out of his mouth and points it at Sukuna. "Is this about a certain nephew of yours?"
Sukuna’s ears flatten and his tail twitches with irritation.
“And if so? I wasn’t too pleased to find you were so open with your predatory tendencies in class.”
"Oh, coming in strong with the predator claims," Gojo teases, his tail twitching happily. He even shifts closer to try and wrap his tail around Sukuna's thigh. Or at least brush up against him. His ears are perked straight up.
"At least I'm not incestuous."
Sukuna hisses, but he stubbornly refuses to back away. After so many years, he’s mostly used to Gojo getting in his space and pushing his buttons.
“Ha-ha. There’s nothing wrong with trying to shield my teenage nephew from your sick ego.”
Gojo is like a shark with blood in the water. He steps closer. "Do you really think it's my ego that's fueling this? You've met the boy right?" There's no infinity between his tail and Sukuna's leg. He twirls his tongue around the candy and then smirks. "What if I genuinely like him?"
“Then I’d tell you to stay the hell away from him, if you know what’s good for you.” Sukuna grumbles. He amplifies his cursed energy, putting some pressure on Gojo.
That makes the leopard laugh. The hairs on his arms raise and he leans in to bump their shoulders together, unworried. "So protective! You've seen him though, right? You smelled how he presents for me. How can I refuse? Such a sweet omega..." he sighs happily.
“You really are a desperate pervert.” Sukuna scoffs. “Of course I smelled it, that’s why I’m so disgusted by you.”
"That was all him. He's kind of hard to ignore. Like an overload of every sense I have. Does he do that for you too?" Gojo's tail starts to twine with Sukuna's, even if he's still twitching it angrily.
“I’m sure you were playing into it, making it worse for him.” Sukuna’s tail pulls away quickly, frustrated. He refuses to admit that no, Yuuji doesn’t quite smell the same around him. “We have our own bond.”
"Sounds like an excuse... Did he say it bothers him? It bothers you a bunch. I can tell." Gojo leans in and gives Sukuna a sniff. Then he pauses and does it again and he hums as he leans back. He focuses on his candy and his ears swivel in thought for a moment. "You actually are jealous, aren't you? You have that tang you get sometimes."
"I don't know why he's so interested in you of all people," Sukuna grumbles, half confessing.
But the fact is that Gojo is a captivating alpha. Sukuna has seen plenty of young omega swayed by his influence.
"And you smell... more full of yourself than ever, if that's even possible."
"Do you like it?" Gojo asks, a bit more invested than he's let on before.
Sukuna huffs, but he sniffs back, leaning in with his hands still hidden away. After a twitch of his ears, he says, "It's sweet. Or maybe it's just your candy breath."
Sukuna's calm response briefly stuns Gojo to silence. Then he smiles and plays with his lolipop instead. He attempts to cuddle their tails together again. "I guess I'm just crack to tigers, no matter their designation. How about we make a deal? Like the one you made with Yuuji." The one that he shouldn't know about.
"Shut up," Sukuna says finally, recoiling. "...What are you talking about?"
Gojo pouts at the little spell being broken. "You know, the 'if I go into heat, you can protect me, valiant uncle-pervert?' I'm proposing my own."
"Why do you know about that?" Sukuna clicks his tongue, pouting in his own way.
"A little birdie told me," Gojo lies poorly.
Sukuna shakes his head, accepting that he won't get a straight answer from the leopard.
"Tell me your stupid idea."
"We both go in. If we don't, someone else will. And being so close to Yuuji in heat will definitely send you into rut. Then you wouldn't be able to stop me anyway. So we make a pact instead." Gojo points the candy at him as if he's stated something deathly serious.
"A pact?" Sukuna raises a brow. He's mildly interested, but still wary. "...If you so much as mention the word pups and Yuuji in the same sentence, I'll take your head off."
"You couldn't even if you tried," Gojo says absently. "But yeah. We both go in and help him. Then we can see which one he likes better, both get what we want, and make sure no one else swoops in and snatches him. And I can finally see you naked. And in rut."
"You idiot. I'm trying to avoid that situation entirely. I said I'd protect him..." Sukuna bares his teeth. "Why would you want to see me naked, anyway? I thought you were only interested in teenagers."
"Are you seriously asking me that?" Gojo asks, standing too close, with his tail bothering him still.
Sukuna feels crowded by Gojo's sugary smell, and the oppressiveness of his brimming cursed energy. He blushes, despite himself. Just when he thought he'd gotten used to the bastard, Gojo always finds some way to catch him off guard.
"You're not going to touch Yuuji." He says flatly, grasping at straws.
The leopard lifts up the bottom of his blindfold to peek out. "Is it because you're jealous?"
"Enough." Sukuna bristles majestically, all of his hair standing on end.
But he mulls over Gojo's words, and the promise of Yuuji's heat. 'You wouldn't be able to stop me anyway...'
Sukuna finally raises his hands to form a sutra.
"We'll spar. If you can take my scarf, maybe I'll agree to your moronic proposition."
"Is that all?" Gojo mocks, pulling his blindfold down and letting it hang around his neck. "I'll take more than just your scarf, Sukuna~" He still has his candy in his mouth as he reefs back a fist and aims right at Sukuna's jaw, uncaring of the prospect of his mudra and domain.
A punch from Gojo is not something to take lightly, so Sukuna swiftly falls back to dodge it.
Domain expansion.
"Nuh-uh. No you don't. I'm not having a domain clash with you right off the hop. We both know that'll be a stalemate. I don't wanna fry my damn brain over a measly omega. We're better than that, right?" Gojo mocks him as he rushes in with the help of blue, and a roundhouse kick going for his head.
Gojo nails him this time, forcing Sukuna to break his hand sigil in an attempt to lesson the blow.
Nonetheless, Sukuna spits out blood.
"Measly?"
At least the amplification of his domain allows him to get in closer, aiming to grab Gojo's offending leg.
"Gotcha," Gojo sing-songs as he purposefully drops infinity so Sukuna can cleave his shin. he braces himself. "So protective, when you act so tough all of the time..." He aims a finger gun at Sukuna's ribs, red blooming to life to blast into him without mercy.
Sukuna delivers the cleave, but he's careful to not slice all the way through Gojo's leg.
He flexes his arms and whips Gojo into the air, aiming to send red off course.
Gojo makes a breathy, whee! sound as he sails upward. He catches himself fast enough to spring back toward Sukuna with a flurry of fast punches. "Don't hold back. I can take it."
“Oh, now you want me to go all out,” Sukuna grunts as he blocks most of Gojo’s punches. He sends a few sailing back. “I thought you were scared.”
"No, I just fight dirty," Gojo dodges most of the punches, parries one, and then takes a hit in the ribs on the last. He bounces away on the balls of his feet and he shakes himself off. His tail fluffs up and his ears flap a bit with the head shake. "I wanted you to try again and meet resistance. You know I let you hit me. I bet that makes you grumpy."
“You are so annoying,” Sukuna smiles as he says it, ears perked forward and tail swishing excitedly. He props up his hands again.
“Domain expansion.”
Gojo's grin widens and he swings his arms out, inviting. "Make me bleed, Sukuna." His pupils are dilated and he looks excited.
Sukuna’s ominous domain falls into place like a puzzle, building a platform for him to look down at Gojo.
“Psycho freak.”
Then Sukuna watches raptly as his slashes rain down on the leopard.
The cleaves rip into Gojo's whole body. He reinforces himself, and heals every cut before it has time to tear him to pieces. Before his arms, or head, legs, or tail are chopped cleanly off.
Gojo's eyes are wide and his grin is feral. Blood slips down his skin as his clothes get torn to shreds. He dashes toward Sukuna without a care for the constant stream of injuries. They'd be enough to kill anyone other than him.
The leopard laughs, crazed and overjoyed as he grabs Sukuna by the arm and bends it backwards over a second punch of his own, blasting through his elbow in a split second.
Sukuna grunts from the pain of his mangled arm, but it weaves back together rapidly. He reminds himself that he’s the one who asked for this.
Gojo is slippery with blood and half-naked now, so it’s harder to grab him, but Sukuna aims a strong kick at Gojo’s abdomen. He has to keep him away, though he suspects that Gojo could have completed the objective a while ago…
“Toying with me, are you?”
"I like playing with you, Kuna," Gojo coos as he grabs Sukuna's leg and pulls him in, almost like a tango. "It's fun to prove that I'm the strongest still." He gets close, their faces almost touching. "You and Yuuji are my favourite toys."
Sukuna scoffs, then he mercilessly cleaves Gojo’s arm at the bicep to free his leg.
“Creep.” With a hop and a spin, Sukuna sends a roundhouse for Gojo’s face.
Gojo barely manages to not have his arm lopped off, but he uses his free hand to block the kick. He's sent back a few meters with a laugh. "Oh come on, that's not very charitable," he says as he spits out blood. He rushes in again, but he doesn't punch him, he fakes him out with a left hook. Then he dances around and clings to Sukuna's back, legs locking around his hips with a little bunny hop. His arms weave around Sukuna's neck and lock in place.
He leans in and whispers in Sukuna's ear. "Unless you really mean it."
"You know I do."
As his time winds down, the slashes of Sukuna's domain continue to fall but there are less in number, and they don't cut quite as deep. Gojo's already well-proved that he's capable of doing what Sukuna asked. Even so, the fun doesn't need to end yet.
Instead of attacking, he just asks, "In fact, isn't there something you want to show me?"
Gojo makes a frankly pathetic whining moan before he leans back and aims a red at the back of Sukuna's head, like an execution. "Fuck, you're too much sometimes..."
Sukuna lets it hit; feeling the pulse of cursed energy burn the nape of his neck, his hair. His eyes feel like they're about to pop out of his skull, but it sends a shiver down his spine.
"That's cute."
The tiger folds in on himself, and a hand comes up to twine into Gojo's hair. He whips the other sorcerer over his shoulder, to slam him against the bones of his domain.
Gojo's too busy shivering at Sukuna's tone, and he slams into the bones, cracking them on impact. Gojo's eyelids flutter and his tail shakes, trembling in excitement, laying on his back in the bloody bones. His clothes are in tatters, blood smears his skin and hair, and he's staring up at at Sukuna with wide eyes, panting softly.
"You think I'm cute?" Completely leaving himself open for a moment, inviting another hit.
After another punch to the face, Sukuna gives him an unhinged smile back.
“You look best like this.” His ears are perked forward with interest. In similar fashion, his domain slips away.
“I showed you mine…”
Gojo looks euphoric, unashamedly so. As he rights himself, he blocks one side of his nose and blasts the blood out of the other nostril. "You wanna lose that bad? Maybe you just like feeling me overwhelm you," he murmurs as he forms his hand sign, hopping away to dodge Sukuna's touch.
Domain Expansion. Infinite Void.
Sukuna follows him close behind, grabbing air as blackness begins to envelop them. When he gains purchase, it’s with his tail, wrapping tightly to Gojo’s.
Gojo curses, eyes flicking to his traitorous tail, twining with Sukuna's as if it has a mind of it's own. They twirl together, and Gojo huffs, winding back to punch Sukuna in the gut. "That's fighting dirty," he whines.
“I thought you liked fighting dirty,” Sukuna chuckles. Even though he braces his abs against the impact, he still coughs up blood. It streaks down his chin as galaxies burst to life behind them.
Gojo grunts and rolls his eyes. "You know what you're doing to me." Gojo tries to detangle from Sukuna, needing to break contact for Sukuna to be hit with the technique. "You baited me-" he complains.
“I’m not letting you go now.” Sukuna childishly sticks his tongue out.
Gojo stares at his tongue for a second too long, debating putting it into his own mouth momentarily. "I'll pretend to be a mouse if you like that kinda stuff?" he jokes as he kicks at Sukuna, trying to disengage again.
Sukuna uses the same move that Gojo executed earlier, pulling the leopard in close by his ankle. He spits a bit of blood in Gojo’s face.
“You’re doing just fine like this.”
Gojo's ears flatten and his pupils dilate as he stares at Sukuna with his mouth agape. He doesn't even speak for a second. When his brain catches up again, he wets his lips.
"Can... Can we please fuck Yuuji together? And if that answer is a no, can you at least fuck me?" he whimpers.
Sukuna is equally stunned for a moment, but then he cracks up laughing.
“Fine. We’ll leave it up to him. See what happens… For now, just give me a little taste.”
Sukuna slowly unwinds his tail from Gojo’s, stroking it over his thigh before letting him go.
Infinity immediately floods Sukuna's mind, and Gojo whines as he rubs a hand over his face to cool off. "That's unfair. Got brain melted just to get out of it," he sighs. After about a minute, Gojo drops his domain and hops in spot to get his blood flowing again. "Good luck healing your hemorrhages, I'm going to have a cold shower."
By the time Sukuna’s mind is able to reform and individual thoughts start to flow, Gojo is already gone.
He begins to fix his yukata, only to remember there’s no point. He’s covered in Gojo’s blood.
"Whatcha doing?" Gojo flops down on the bench beside Yuuji a few weeks later. "Dinner and a show?" He points between the sandwich in the teen's hands, and then hitches his thumb at Sukuna, training in the distance.
"Oh, Gojo-sensei!" Yuuji says, happy to see him, with a mouthful of a ham and cheese. He swallows quickly and his tail starts swaying happily. "I was going to have lunch with Kugisaki, but she's busy. So..." he looks awkward for a second, then glances as Sukuna's cursed energy flares on the other side of the field.
"It's just a bonus that your big scary uncle is over there, and not here judging how you eat your sandwich?" Gojo jokes.
Yuuji groans and his ears flatten. "He finds problems with everything I do," he complains. "I can't even breathe right some days."
Gojo solemnly pats Yuuji's back and grabs his juice box to slurp from it. "He has high standards."
Yuuji watches Gojo's mouth a little too closely, and he looks away, embarrassed. He never knows if he's been caught, the blindfold is the worst. "And I get the brunt of it." He says gloomily.
"He's just trying to be a tough guy. He's actually a big softie." Gojo finishes Yuuji's drink.
"I doubt that. He's a huge asshole who picks on me on purpose and tries to control my life," the tiger groans. He doesn't comment on his demolished juice. "How have you put up with him for so long?"
Gojo hums and kicks his feet out, crossing them at the ankle. "He was worse in high school actually. Anyway, he's got to control you a little, he's still just an alpha."
Yuuji rubs the back of his neck and looks at his sensei's legs, hiding from his face. "That shouldn't be a problem..." he mumbles, clearly not believing it for a second.
"And you're a very good omega to control. I'd know!" Gojo grins and wiggles his feet happily. "Can't blame him for it. Or for being jealous, I guess," he says, tail snuggling up against Yuuji's.
The teenager clams up for a second, unsure of what to do. He slowly relaxes into it with a quiet exhale. He looks at Gojo hopefully. "You think I'm a good omega?" The rest of Gojo's words catch up to him. "Wait he's jealous? Of me?"
"Of me," the leopard says simply. He watches Sukuna change forms for a second, then looks at Yuuji with a serious expression. "He knows that you're so good to me, and for me. He's jealous."
Yuuji's cheeks burn and his tail twitches wildly. "I'm.... you... yeah," he finishes lamely, trying to piece his thoughts together. Luckily Gojo lets him and doesn't yap immediately. "He told me to stay away from you." Maybe telling Gojo isn't the smartest, but he feels warmth blooming in his chest and he can't decide if it's because Gojo's giving him attention, or if it's because apparently Sukuna wants his.
"And he acted all unreasonable and cute about it, yeah. I know," Gojo waves a hand absently.
Yuuji snickers, looking in Sukuna's direction. "Cute?" Then he clues in. "Wait, you weren't there."
"Sure was."
"Huh..." Yuuji says, thinking. "You think he's cute?"
“Hey!” Sukuna suddenly barks from across the field, interrupting their conversation. He’s pointing at the seated feline duo in a very bossy sort of way. “Keep your hands and tails to yourself! If I have to—”
A projectile flies into the side of his neck; a single nail. Suddenly, Sukuna looks a little sick. He stiffly turns to look at Nobara, who’s holding up her hammer expectantly. She raises a brow.
“Don’t get distracted, sensei!”
Gojo laughs raucously and Yuuji cheers for Nobara. Yuuji looks at his sensei and then back across the field as Sukuna punches Nobara hard enough he's glad she didn't have lunch beforehand. "Do you really think he's jealous? What does that even mean for him?"
Gojo whistles long and low at the fighting and then he looks back at his little tiger. "Same way that I would get jealous if you were snuggling up to him on this bench," he says easily. As if he's not insinuating his own interest in a teenager and also Sukuna being incestuous at the same time.
Yuuji gapes at him and watches Sukuna again. Instead of balking at the accusations on Sukuna's behalf, he shifts closer to Gojo on the bench. He cuddles into his side, tail wrapping up with Gojo's intimately.
Gojo looks briefly surprised, but he regains his composure quickly, and then starts purring low in his chest. "Careful, you sure you can handle it?"
"Will he come over?" Yuuji says quietly, watching Sukuna intently. "Will he stop fighting Kugisaki to come and fight with you?" His cheeks are a rosy pink and his pupils are wide.
"Oh you're devious. I forget that you're Sukuna's little other half sometimes. Are you trying to get your uncle and I to fight over you?" Gojo peeks under his blindfold pointedly. "That's the most needy-omega thing you've ever done, Yuuji."
"I think you'll win, but..." Yuuji's heart thunders in his chest.
"You know... Your uncle and I have... talked about it. We're willing to put aside our differences and share. Sometimes. Over something that's worthy." Gojo says suggestively.
Yuuji chuffs and looks at Gojo with wide eyes. "Do you mean me?" He leans closer into Gojo's personal space, drawn in by his beautiful blue eyes.
Gojo leans down, one arm around Yuuji's shoulders, knowing that Sukuna's about to ruin his chances.
True to form, Sukuna ends the fight and sends Nobara off to the nurse’s office. She stumbles away, but not before cursing out her teacher. Sukuna doesn’t seem to be listening as he thunders over to Gojo and Yuuji’s bench. His tail is traitorously fluffy.
“What the hell is going on over here? In broad daylight?”
"Uncle!" Yuuji starts, but Gojo cuts him off.
"His idea, and it worked. You're charmingly predictable," Gojo says happily.
"Gojo-sensei mentioned something..." Yuuji makes a pained face as he tries to figure out how to say it.
Sukuna gives Gojo a cutting glare and a low hiss. His eyes slide over to Yuuji.
“Spit it out, then.” He opens a palm as if to beckon the words from Yuuji’s mouth.
Yuuji finally looks a bit wary. "You know... maybe I was wrong. You're being an asshole. Promise not to kill me, then I'll say it." He honestly doesn't know what he'll say. All he knows is that Sukuna came over to split them up. And that Gojo hasn't moved away.
“I’d never kill you, Yuuji.” Sukuna says with much seriousness. Then he sighs, briefly shaking out the puffiness of his tail and his ears turn forward.
His arms fold into his sleeves — a great improvement from a few weeks ago when he would have physically ripped Yuuji from Gojo’s side.
Gojo looks unbelievably smug, and he absently plays with Yuuji's ears, scritching obnoxiously.
"He- he said," Yuuji starts and then shakes Gojo off with a huff. "He said you guys talked about me."
Sukuna looks only at Yuuji, ignoring Gojo’s shit-eating grin to the best of his ability.
“That’s right, but I’m… surprised that he just brought it up out of the blue.” He eyes Gojo then, gaze narrowed. “I figured we would wait but I suppose we never elaborated on specifics, did we? That’s my error.”
"Your nephew likes the idea of you being jealous. Isn't that crazy?" Gojo purrs.
Yuuji splutters for a second and then looks up at the sky with a groan. He puts his hands over his face, hiding for an agonizing moment.
"He distinctly wanted to snuggle with me just to see if you'd come over to try to kick my ass. He thinks I'd win by the way," Gojo announces, squeezing Yuuji's shoulder.
"Why am I even entertaining this..." Sukuna grumbles, his ears flattening to his head. He adds, pointedly, "I already kicked his ass, Yuuji. I let this moron have the last blow, by the way."
Yuuji perks up, cheeks rosy. "So you are jealous?" He looks excited.
"What the - forget it." Sukuna shakes his head, exasperated at having walked into the same trap for a third time. His face reddens the same as Yuuji's, and their resemblance is clear. "If I had it my way, then I'd have you all to myself."
Gojo's smile widens and he tightens his tail around Yuuji's.
Yuuji makes a surprised sound. "Wait, really? Is this like..." he looks back and forth conspiratorially. "Like a crush?"
"Don't be stupid. I've never had a crush in my life."
Yuuji bristles, but Gojo calms him with a soft purr and a hand on his nape. "What he means is that he's obsessed with you, not that he has a preschool crush," Gojo adds.
Yuuji immediately softens and he looks between them, and then at Sukuna. He opens his mouth, and then closes it. "I don't like how you guys are apparently on the same page, and I'm not..."
Sukuna gapes at Gojo, imagining his head imploding for a moment. Then he clears his throat.
"Since someone else apparently hasn't spelled it out for you...We agreed... to support you. During your next heat." He struggles to get out those last four words.
"Wait... both of you? How is that going to work?" Yuuji asks, squirming on the bench, very much too 'fifteen' to have this conversation civilly.
"I mean, you have two holes, and we're very experienced." Gojo tightens his grip on Yuuji's nape, which gets a strained whine in response.
"Alright, enough," Sukuna says severely. He chooses that moment to reach between them, pulling Yuuji out of Gojo's grip and into his arms. "Save it."
Yuuji yips but he stands up close, cheek pressed to Sukuna's chest. His tail, now freed, it extra fluffy, and it trembles slightly. He looks up at Sukuna with a hunger he hasn't really felt before. "Wow..."
Gojo pouts, but he uses the fact Yuuji's turned away to stick his tongue out at Sukuna, and adjust his pants.
"Can I call you alpha? Like in porn?" Yuuji asks his uncle.
Sukuna rumbles approvingly.
"...Sometimes. Privately. I still..." The last bit, he has to hide his face in his hand if he's really going to admit it. "...like uncle."
At the same time Gojo is saying 'dirty old man,' with a chuckle, Yuuji nods enthusiastically. "I can totally do that." Then he narrows his eyes. "Can I get higher grades if I do stuff for you guys?"
"No, but nice try," Gojo says with a lazy smile.
Sukuna knocks Yuuji over the head for that one, but he follows it up with a ruffle of his hair.
“Don’t get too excited.”
He sneaks a sidelong glance at Gojo. The kid really has no idea what he’s in for.
Gojo looks entirely too pleased. Ironically like the cat who got the canary.
Yuuji gives Sukuna a goofy smile and he huffs. "So... do we have to wait?" He's nervous but his excitement outweighs it tenfold.
"Sure do," Gojo says with finality. "The next time you go into heat, we'll help you through it. Until then, you can yearn."
Sukuna interjects, “I just said don’t get too excited. No one listens to me around here…”
"Because you have dumb ideas, and Gojo-sensei's are better."
Gojo snickers. "So you know how you can call Sukuna alpha or uncle? I will gladly accept alpha or sensei."
Part of Sukuna wants to strangle both of them, but the alpha in him just takes Yuuji’s chin between two clawed fingers.
“You’re one lucky kitten, you realize that?”
The two alphas are hit immediately by Yuuji's scent, pure and unadulterated. He just squeaks and presses his thighs together, tail flicking wildly. When he composes himself he shoves at Sukuna "Don't call me that-"
Sukuna just chuckles and lets him go.
"Will I get in trouble if I induce his heat?" Gojo looks at Sukuna as if the omega isn't even there.
“At this point, I don’t care.” Sukuna responds easily. His cursed energy and his pheromones mixing a predatory cocktail as he eyes Yuuji hungrily.
Gojo looks at Sukuna this time and he whines. "God, now I want to go into heat. Okay, get out of here so I can relax."
Yuuji looks astonished and he blinks like an owl at his sensei. "You?"
"Yeah, have you seen him?"
Sukuna clicks his tongue and grins, showing off his sharp teeth.
“Fine. I have another first year to obliterate anyway.”
He cracks his knuckles and turns back to the field, tail happily swishing to and fro. On the bleachers is Megumi, who has been enjoying a book and bathing in the sunlight and is none the wiser.
Yuuji scampers away before he gets caught doing something he really shouldn't in public. The alphas are going to ruin him.
It’s not long until the day comes. Gojo keeps teasing Yuuji whenever he can, and Sukuna is less prickly than usual. So it’s no wonder that Yuuji’s heat hits in full force less than a week later.
Sukuna is grocery shopping when he receives a poorly spelled text from Yuuji. The message is legible enough that he leaves half a cart of groceries behind.
In his haste to return to campus, he nearly forgets to text Gojo too.
Which is why he arrives to Yuuji’s dorm room first. The teenager’s pheromones are leaking into the hall, and Sukuna’s nostrils flare. All his hair stands on end and he starts to sweat. But he waits, patience tested with each passing moment, for Gojo to arrive.
Gojo comes around the corner with no blindfold on, eyes focused on Sukuna, and then the door beyond. "I call dibs on his cunt because we're not related," he says just when he gets to Sukuna and gets a deep inhale of the omega's scent.
Sukuna’s clothes are already loosened, the collar of his yukata hanging around his shoulders. His face is red and glistening, while the veins of the muscle in his chest swell with blood and tension.
“Took you long enough….” His hand goes to the doorknob and he speaks as if he has some level of moral high ground. As if they aren't planning on double-teaming a teenager. “You aren’t allowed to dibs anything, I’m leaving all pertinent decisions to the omega.”
"That's bullshit and you know it," Gojo grumbles, stepping forward with a slight rap on the door. "Sweet omega, we're here, you going to be good?"
Yuuji looks up from his nest with a hazy blink, and then he mewls in interest, smelling both alphas so near. "Sensei, uncle-" He's naked and sweaty, wrapped up in his blankets and a few sweaters from his friends for comfort.
Gojo opens the door and the two alpha's peer inside.
"Yuuji..." Sukuna starts a calming rumble in his chest. As he moves closer, slowly, he pulls off his sleeves and loosens his obi. "What do you need?"
Yuuji's honey eyes drag from Gojo and to Sukuna. His pupils expand at the exposed skin, and he lets out a shaky exhale. "Can I say you? Is that a good answer?"
"It sure is," Gojo coos, pulling off his coat as he closes and locks the door behind them.
Sukuna makes a noise of agreement and finishes undressing. He lays his yukata at the foot of Yuuji's bed and stands in only his fundoshi.
"What's all this?" Sukuna asks, plucking at the clothes in Yuuji's nest. "You didn't ask for anything of mine."
Yuuji whines in apology, but he doesn't seem too caught up on Sukuna's jealousy. He's much too focused on the bulge in Sukuna's underwear. "Need it..." he mumbles.
Gojo is busy staring at Sukuna's ass as he unbuttons his shirt. "Isn't that cute, Kuna? He needs you." Then he looks at Yuuji and smiles softly, much softer than he does at anyone else. "Sweetheart, you're perfect, you know? You'll let sensei in on the fun too, right? I'll take care of you. We'll take care of you."
Yuuji purrs and nods, grinding his palm between his thighs as he kneels. He gives Gojo a similarly adoring look and he smiles. "Promise?"
Even though he's talking to Yuuji, Gojo's sultry voice strikes a chord in Sukuna too. Seeing Yuuji's adorable reaction draws him in like a moth to flame.
"Promise."
Sukuna is on the bed in an instant, pulling away the blankets to kiss and lick at Yuuji's hot, sweaty chest.
Yuuji's eyes roll back and he makes a sound from the back of his throat. "A-alpha. Holy shit-" he mumbles, overwhelmed by Sukuna's scent as he leans his head back to bare his throat for Sukuna's tongue and mouth.
Gojo somehow takes his time undressing, watching Sukuna's tongue raptly. His eyes track the way Yuuji grinds onto himself sloppily. "A virgin too... Oh Sukuna, he's so sensitive..." Gojo says softly, as if he can't believe it.
"Of course I'm a virgin," Yuuji says with a moan. "I wanted it to be you."
There's a rip and a giggle, "Oops~" as Gojo tears his shirt almost clean in two as he strips it off. "You're going to kill me, Yuuji..."
Sukuna's gaze flashes to Gojo, watching the other alpha pull the tatters off his body. His eyes don't move away as he sucks one of Yuuji's nipples into his mouth, and his hand trails to where the omega's fingers are grinding into his cunt.
His wide palm eclipses Yuuji's, guiding his movements.
Gojo catches Sukuna's eyes as he undoes his belt and tosses it aside. He palms himself for a moment, watching Sukuna's reaction as he does. Listening to Yuuji's sweet inhale at the new touch.
Yuuji's hand flexes and he ruts down against his palm harder. It presses into Sukuna's hand more firmly, and boldly, Yuuji pulls his own hand free and humps into Sukuna's alone. His eyes roll back and he presses his chest into Sukuna's mouth. "Inside," he says breathlessly. Pleads, breathlessly.
Sukuna slips two fingers into Yuuji easily, slick pooling into his hand. He groans and kisses his way up to Yuuji’s neck, regularly locking on Gojo’s eyes all the while.
“What a sweet, desperate omega cunt.” He murmurs in Yuuji’s ear. “Who‘s going to fill it up, Yuuji? Tell us…”
"Both- both of you?" Yuuji says, overwhelmed by the thick fingers curling inside.
Gojo's lips part and he his pupils expand. He takes his pants and underwear off quickly and descends on the bed on Yuuji's other side. "Both? Can you even take us like that? Two knots is a lot." He turns Yuuji's face toward him, a hand caressing his jaw. He steals him away from Sukuna to give him a slow, sweet kiss.
Watching his two bed partners kiss has Sukuna rutting against the mattress.
“Hmm…” With that proposition, Sukuna scissors his fingers inside of Yuuji. It’s tight as hell, but he seems to opens up eagerly, beautifully. “If anyone could do it, it might be you, Yuuji.”
Gojo hums in agreement, mouthing down Yuuji's jaw and to his neck with a soft purr. "The only one who could take us," he murmurs, hands sliding down Yuuji's body. One leaves Yuuji, and he touches the bulge in Sukuna's fundoshi.
"I can do it," Yuuji says breathlessly. "I'll do it, I know I can. I want both. I need both." With Gojo's mouth near his gland, he looks at Sukuna and opens his own mouth, tongue peeking out as his eyes cloud over. "Uncle, please-" His cunt clenches down on his fingers and gushes on him.
Sukuna curses, and his hips push into Gojo's hand. His tongue slides against Yuuji's before slotting their lips together.
His fingers exit Yuuji to work at the tie of his underwear until it falls away. Propping up onto his knees, Sukuna uses his Yuuji-slick hand to stroke his cock.
"Is this what you want?"
Yuuji grabs Sukuna's cheeks and pulls him down into a clumsy kiss.
Gojo cups Yuuji's cunt to gather slick, twisting his clit between his thumb and forefinger before taking Sukuna fully in his other hand. "I think that's a yes," he says happily. Now, let me use my graciously long fingers to work you open, okay?" Gojo smirks and he pushes two fingers inside easily. He strokes Sukuna in time with each pump of his fingers. "Double-fisting tigers..." he chuckles to himself.
Yuuji whines into Sukuna's mouth. As Sukuna's heart quickens, hot breath mixing with Yuuji's, he can't deny that Gojo is making both of them feel really good.
"Proud of yourself, are you?" He looks over at the leopard with heavy eyelids and his wet fingers slide over to the head of Gojo's cock.
Gojo exhales on a soft sigh and he grins lazily at Sukuna. "You bet."
Yuuji breaks the kiss with Sukuna, looking dazed. "You two... you two have to kiss. Please."
"Have to...?" Sukuna says incredulously, raising a brow.
But as he looks at Gojo - with his startlingly blue eyes, complex fur patten, and icy pale body - he finds that he wants to kiss the other alpha. His cheeks turn pink, but he leans in carefully over Yuuji's body until he's an inch from Gojo's nose.
Gojo is much less tentative about it. He crashes their mouths together hungrily and deepens it with a tongue forcefully pushing into Sukuna's mouth with a guttural moan.
Yuuji looks surprised and whimpers, slick dripping out of him in a fresh wave.
Gojo and Yuuji's noises go right to Sukuna's stomach. His hand strokes Gojo earnestly, committing the weight of his length to memory. His tongue battles against the other alpha's, tangling and sliding and even exploring the back of Gojo's teeth.
With a heady groan, Sukuna bites Gojo's lower lip.
Gojo's fist tightens on Sukuna's length and he groans at the bite. "Make me bleed-" he whispers.
Yuuji watches them, awestruck as he grinds down into Gojo's palm, riding his fingers. "You're so hot..."
Sukuna delivers, biting down until he can taste iron. His thumb rolls over Gojo's cockhead, fingernail poking into the slit.
Gojo curses before biting Sukuna's tongue right back. It's messy, and he can taste both of their blood. His fingers curl deeper into Yuuji and he pulls away to catch his breath. "Satisfied, Yuuji?"
Yuuji exhales shakily and he nods, slowly laying back in his nest and looking up at them. "Yeah," he says, skin flushed as Gojo adds another finger. "Can we... can you guys both lay on me? Like, each side. And do a threeway makeout?"
Gojo chuckles at how fifteen he is. "Oh I'm so game."
Sukuna has to laugh too. "Why not?"
His free hand pinches Yuuji's swollen nipple first. Then he gets comfortable, until he's close enough to see the shiny gold flecks in his nephew's eyes.
His tongue slides between his teeth, parting Yuuji's lips.
Yuuji clenches down on Gojo's fingers and he arches into Sukuna's attention. He purrs and moans into his uncle's mouth.
Gojo lays down, hand still working his cunt, and partly straddles Yuuji's thigh as he braces on an elbow. "There's going to be so much spit. I'm about to get high, I just know it," he chuffs as he leans in, cheek to cheek with Sukuna as he presses his lips and tongue into the mess.
Yuuji keens immediately and rolls his tongue between the two adults'.
As their saliva mixes, Sukuna finds his competitive nature has taken a backseat. His tongue slides along the underside of Gojo's and onto the top of Yuuji's. There are lips pressed to his, but he can't discern who's they are, exactly.
The kiss is everything the omega wanted, and he looks dazed as he suckles on one tongue, and then the other.
Gojo moans into it and he pushes his palm flat to Yuuji's pussy, fingers as deep as they can go. It gets a high pitched noise in response, and the leopard smirks, eyes half lidded as Yuuji sucks on his tongue, and Sukuna's brushes along the side of it.
The omega trembles and his breathing gets faster, the sloppy three-way kiss getting messier, if even possible. "Please- need it," he whispers as he arches his back and clenches down on what he hasn't realized is four fingers.
Sukuna pulls back to look at his debauched nephew. Spit shines around his mouth and chin, and his golden eyes appear unseeing. Sukuna’s dick is probably harder than it’s ever been.
“Well…?” Sukuna addresses Gojo and looks down at the wet mess between Yuuji’s legs. He’s drawn there next, tongue flicking over Yuuji’s soaking, swollen clit. “What do you think?”
"Should I fist him while you suck his little chubby clit?" Gojo asks casually.
Sukuna huffs a laugh and his red eyes light up.
“Sounds like a plan.”
He returns to his task, sucking Yuuji between his lips.
Yuuji makes a small noise of surprise, and he squirms at the attention. "Fist?" One of his hands slinks into Sukuna hair and he even pets his fuzzy ear a bit.
"I mean, you'll be taking two knots, so I'm stretching you so you don't tear. Then Sukuna can lick my hand clean. Right, babe?" Gojo purrs as he keeps stretching his fingers and widening Yuuji more and more.
"Mmhm." Sukuna moans, lips buzzing against Yuuji's mound. His ear twitches and his tail curls, stroking Yuuji's arm soothingly.
Yuuji sighs and melts into Sukuna's mouth as Gojo works him. He opens slowly, and Gojo hums when he's inside. "T-told you I could take it. Go faster," the omega breathes impatiently.
"Hush, let us take care of you. Enjoy this, and then we'll breed you. Okay?" Gojo leans in and kisses Yuuji's cheek and then temple. His hand twists and he curls his fingers deep. "Does it feel good, sweetheart?"
Yuuji looks at the leopard, lips parted in want, and he nods, clit throbbing on Sukuna's tongue. "It's not enough, sensei, I need more."
Similarly, Sukuna can't get enough of his nephew's neediness.
"Focus, Yuuji," Sukuna chides softly, lips brushing against the reddened bud. "Feel this."
Watching Gojo's hand disappear into Yuuji's cunt makee his own body thrum with desire. He laps and sucks at Yuuji's clit with a slow rhythm, while his erection strokes against Yuuji's smooth leg, leaving a smear of precum.
Yuuji keens and his thighs tremble. "Yes, okay, yeah I can- ahh- I can do that," he says breathlessly. Gojo's fist is big and it fills him almost too much. He's never taken anything this big, but he knows that the two alphas together will be even bigger. The steady suction and licks on his clit keep the pleasure just on the right side of pain, and he starts to squirm, bucking into the touches. Into the feelings. A haze starts to cloud his mind as the fist almost mimics a knot.
He babbles something, and more slick gushes out of him to encourage Gojo deeper. His body reacting like a knot is breeding him.
Gojo pumps into him slow and steady, making sure not to hurt him, eyes wide and focused on Yuuji's face. Every shift, flinch, moan, every little movement is captured in Gojo's memory perfectly. "Cum for us, omega. Come on baby, we have you," he whispers.
Sukuna moans encouragingly, vibrating against Yuuji. He drinks in the slick, letting his entire jaw get soaked. Then he sucks, pulling the swollen, fat clit into his mouth and rolling his tongue over it again and again.
It's exactly what Yuuji needs, and the teen wails as he cums. His cunt clenches down hard enough that Gojo makes a deep noise in his chest. Yuuji rolls his hips up rhythmically with each wave of his orgasm, holding Sukuna's face into his cunt forcefully. A bit of cursed energy fizzles around them and all of their fur stands on end.
Gojo kisses him solidly, unable to watch his relaxed post orgasmic face without taking.
Sukuna's tail twitches with ecstasy, allowing Yuuji to hold him down as long as he needs. He can feel the teenager's fingers in his hair and against his ear, and his cock bounces excitedly, leaking onto the bed.
When he comes up for air, he watches Gojo and Yuuji kiss with a glazed expression on his face.
"Gojo..." Sukuna's rough tongue strokes at the other alpha's slick wrist.
Without a word, Gojo slowly pulls his hand free and he immediately offers it to Sukuna, dripping and covered in Yuuji's slick and juices. The two continue kissing, and Gojo swallows Yuuji's strained moan as his fist pulls free.
"Greedy bastard." Sukuna smirks as he says it though, and takes two of Gojo's fingers between his teeth.
He draws them into his mouth, drinking down all of the slick. When he's done with those, he moves to the next, enjoying the stroke of Gojo's fingers in his throat.
Gojo breaks the kiss, distracted as he looks down at Sukuna as he works. "Shit..." he mumbles, gripping Sukuna's jaw when he can, and he pulls the tiger's face up to meet his half-way. Gojo kisses him fiercely, tasting Yuuji on his tongue and lips.
Yuuji watches, dazed. Instead of anything coherent, he arches his hips and whines, ears flattening to the side to look cute and pleading.
Sukuna pants into the kiss, his hips jutting forward desperately.
"So," he mumbles against Gojo's mouth. Their eyes meet again, and he smiles. "Should we give our sweet omega what he needs?"
"Rock paper scissors on who gets to be in front? The bottom piece of bread as they say?"
A vein throbs in Sukuna's forehead.
"You're ridiculous." He takes Gojo by the shoulders and pushes him onto the mattress. Before the leopard can protest, Sukuna picks Yuuji up and puts him on top. The tiger alpha is surprisingly gentle as he helps his nephew spread his thighs over Gojo's long, proud cock.
Gojo looks stunned, and then he makes a sound very similar to one Yuuji made.
Yuuji coos pleasantly and tries to give Sukuna a kiss, twisting at the waist. "You're going to fuck us?" He says, clearly in a dreamlike state.
Gojo whimpers and clears his throat.
"That's right." Sukuna kisses Yuuji and runs his wide hands down the omega's sides, enjoying his soft skin and tight muscle.
Sukuna moves Yuuji's hips, angles him just right, until his cock and Gojo's are pressing against the entrance.
"Gojo, wrap your hand around both. Help me out here."
"Not even one at a time? Fuck you're more ruthless than me..." Gojo breathes, but his hand grips the two of them together. His cock throbs and he strokes them once, greedy to feel Sukuna's against his own. "I'm longer," he says childishly.
"Shut up. You talk too much," Sukuna grumbles, eyebrow twitching. "If you opened him up properly, then this is best."
For good measure, Sukuna suckles at Yuuji's scent gland for a moment.
"Right, Yuuji?"
Yuuji's eyes roll back and he sighs happily. "I can take it," he says, very sure of something he's never done before.
Gojo watches the two of them carefully. Then he huffs. "Fine, but we have to go slow so it feels good. For him. We're going to have to hold on for dear life, I just know it."
"I know," Sukuna agrees with a tight voice. Maybe he is getting ahead of himself, but he doesn't want to admit he might be just as desperate and wanting as his nephew.
"You can do it," Sukuna whispers as he lowers Yuuji's hips. Gojo's cock slips in first.
Gojo and Yuuji moan in unison and the alpha's thighs flex with the effort to stay still and not buck up into his wet heat.
Yuuji leans over and plants his palms on Gojo's chest, looking down with his mouth hanging open.
"You're doing good, sweetheart, just look at me and relax, okay?" Gojo whispers.
Sukuna guides Yuuji's hips back, until his length slides into that wet heat alongside Gojo's.
Resisting the desire to pull Yuuji against him, Sukuna pauses for a deep breath.
"Oh shit-" Gojo arches and he slides both of their cocks in a bit deeper as he does. His hand holds them steady, firm and near the tips to keep them together. Just the thought that he'll feel Sukuna's knot alongside his own has him dizzy.
Yuuji squeezes his eyes shut and tries to slow his breathing. "So big," he mumbles as he tentatively tries to sink lower. They go deeper, and it's not quite easy, but it's not as difficult as it would be if Gojo hadn't opened him so thoroughly.
"You feel amazing," Sukuna murmurs, kissing and sucking along Yuuji's scent gland. He curses as hot slick drips down, easing the final push in.
Yuuji's eyes roll back and he moans as they fill him so thoroughly. His arms slowly give out and he lays across Gojo's chest, forehead to forehead. He looks down at his sensei with a heated gaze. They stare at each other in silence for a moment, but then the omega looks over his shoulder and he looks at his uncle. "You'll make it good, right?" As he asks, his cunt clenches on the two of them in a pulse of arousal.
"That's right." Sukuna grunts, giving Yuuji a proud, tight smile. His fingers flex around Yuuji's hips, thumbs digging into the omega's plump ass. He moves Yuuji first, a slow up and down. "How's this?"
Yuuji moans obscenely and he tries to help Sukuna instinctively. His thighs flex and he tries to bounce, even if he can't quite do it. Gojo thumps his head back, looking like he's seeing stars as he stares at the ceiling.
"Adorable." Sukuna praises and his sharp teeth flash. "Is this what you were dreaming of?"
He moves Yuuji again, twice, and then a third time. On the fourth thrust, his hips move too. There's a wet slap when Sukuna's balls shove against Gojo's.
Gojo reaches up above himself, holding onto the headboard as he looks up at Yuuji, and then Sukuna. His pupils are wide and there's a blush on his cheeks. "It's definitely up to my dream standards," he mumbles under his breath.
Yuuji looks down at Gojo and he nods. "You... you guys kissed more in my dreams," the teen admits as he kisses and licks at the underside of Gojo's jaw. "And bit. You bit each other so much."
"And where were you in these dreams?" Gojo asks breathlessly.
"Learning how to give head," Yuuji moans as he rocks back into Sukuna's next thrust.
"Oh?" Sukuna hums approvingly. He thrusts in harder, slowly building his pace. Sweat rolls down his back and his tail curls.
"I suppose that can be arranged for another time..."
Gojo grinds up into each thrust, addicted to the way Yuuji's cunt hugs one half of his cock, and Sukuna fucks against the other half. "Agreed," he says with a moan.
Yuuji nods dumbly and he snuggles down onto Gojo, kissing his neck and nibbling at the pale skin. Gojo hums approvingly and his tail curls up with Sukuna's, twining together.
Sukuna can feel Gojo's veiny cock slipping against his with every movement. With their tails twisted together, it's as if that sensation is heightened to its peak. Yuuji is hot, wet, and welcoming, while Gojo's throbbing member threatens to change the way Sukuna will experience sex forever.
One of the tiger's hands stays at Yuuji's hip, and the other curls into Gojo's snowy white hair. He tugs at it, using the small leverage to piston his hips harder. Sukuna's eyes pinch shut.
"Fuck..."
Sukuna's swelling knot presses against Gojo's, and the leopard can't hold in the mewl at the tug on his hair. He'd have been embarrassed at the noise if he was younger, but now he doesn't care. "Yes, Sukuna, like that," he praises.
Yuuji nips at Gojo's throat and he curls his toes at the stretch growing just at his entrance. The flared bases just out of reach. The thing he needs to be bred. "Give me... Give me your pups, I need them," he mumbles. "Breed," he says again, more forcefully. "Need it. Breed me."
It makes Sukuna growl, possessive and excited all at once. The erotic sound of their knots fighting to get into Yuuji’s cunt has his vision black around the edges.
“What do you think, Gojo? Which of our knots is going to get this brat pregnant…?”
"Mine," Gojo gasps, trying to rut up into Yuuji's tight heat. It's slippery, and so wet that his head is spinning. "Definitely mine." His tail tightens around Sukuna's, trembling in ecstasy. "Then you can knot me after. Please? Oh fuck, Sukuna, please-"
"Tempting." Sukuna grunts. His hips shove forward, unable to get as deep as he wants. "Careful what you wish for... I'll bite you up too. Maybe Yuuji would you like to see that."
Yuuji moans and clenches down on them suddenly. "Close, so close. Uncle.... Sensei-" he whines just as he bites Gojo hard enough to break skin.
The leopard growls and bucks up hard enough that his knot finally pops inside. He cums with a rattling moan.
"You-" Sukuna's insult is cut at the root once he feels the warmth of Gojo's cum coating his own cock. Instead of bullying his way inside, he basks in the feeling for a moment, and then slips out.
His hands fly to the back of Gojo's thighs, pulling him apart.
"You asked for it."
With his knot coated in slick and cum, Sukuna sheaths himself inside of Satoru Gojo's ass.
Gojo yelps as Sukuna forces his way inside. Pleasure still wracks his body, so he welcomes the intrusion almost easily, but he breaks the headboard, hands cramped tight as he arches off of the bed, still deep inside Yuuji.
Yuuji moans at the full feeling, and as soon as Sukuna pulls out, Gojo's knot settles perfectly and it has the omega cumming with a pathetic groan. His slick dips down over Gojo's balls and coats Sukuna's length deep inside him.
"Fuck! S-sukuna, big- big, too big, it hurts," Gojo whines, trying to crawl away, but he's trapped with his cock knotted inside Yuuji. Tears spring into his eyes and he blinks rapidly.
Dazed, Yuuji marvels at the beauty of his sensei with tears in his eyes.
"Satoru Gojo can't handle my fat cock? Too bad," Sukuna coos, smiling down at the other alpha cruelly. It really is a sight to see. "You're right where I want you."
Sukuna snaps his hips forward once, twice, before his knot is completely expanded. Then he follows Yuuji over the edge, cumming with a low growl.
Gojo keens and he can feel himself shoot a few desperate ropes of cum into Yuuji, spent as he is. The knot deep in his ass is euphoric. He mumbles something nonsensical, and then Yuuji kisses him sloppily. There's blood on his lips, Gojo's blood, and it gets swapped between them.
Yuuji's tail lazily wraps around Sukuna's hips and he purrs softly into Gojo's mouth.
Sukuna has to brace himself, hands pushing into the mattress as he finishes emptying himself into Gojo. He trembles, chest pressed against Yuuji's sweaty back.
The omega's tail and his satiated scent are soothing. Sukuna purrs and licks at Yuuji's gland again, fangs brushing against it.
"Will you get mad if I ask to get mated?" Yuuji says tentatively, still purring and cuddling with Gojo.
"Only if we can both do it," Gojo says quickly, ass clenching on Sukuna's knot in response to Yuuji squeezing his own. He's overwhelmed and wants his blindfold desperately.
Sukuna chokes on his words, but he manages to meet Gojo's watery eyes.
"At the same time?"
"Wait, really?" Yuuji asks, excited.
"Bet," Gojo breathes as he leans in to one side of Yuuji's neck. His eyes lock onto Sukuna, and he waits.
Sukuna blinks in response before his teeth cinch around Yuuji's gland, biting down. Sweet omega blood coats his tongue and he moans, pulsing inside of Gojo.
Gojo bites down a split second after, and blood and hormones fill him. His hips roll, grinding into both tigers as his eyes roll back.
Yuuji gasps at the sharp pain, and then at the blooming warmth he can feel connecting to each of them. "Oh~ oh yes," he sighs. Without a clear thought, the teen leans down and bites Gojo's gland as if in a trance. He moans and suckles for a moment before detaching and whining that he can't reach his uncle.
Sukuna gives him a similar, pathetic sound of complaint as his tongue brushes over the wound. With a small adjustment - holding Gojo's hips in just the right way - Sukuna hangs his head down, forehead pressed into the pillow to try and give Yuuji access.
Yuuji has to twist a bit, and he grunts when it tugs on Gojo's knot, but the tiger manages to tuck into Sukuna's neck and bite. The blood tastes good. Better than Gojo's in a way that can only be called familiar. He grips harder and he clenches his jaw a bit more, pupils sharp as he swallows a mouthful of blood.
Gojo is stuck having both knots tugging on him uncomfortably, so he huffs and tries to find something to put over his eyes. He's squinting and his ears are flat at the sensory overload.
"Good boy." Sukuna praises Yuuji, but his wide hand falls onto Gojo's head, shielding him the best that he can.
Gojo sighs softly and he relaxes as the darkness closes in on him.
Yuuji doesn't notice his sensei's struggle, and he reluctantly pulls away from Sukuna with a hazy expression. "Now you two?" he says as if it's obvious.
Gojo makes a surprised noise from under Sukuna's palm.
“Maybe later, sweetheart.” Sukuna presses a kiss to Yuuji’s temple. “S’kinda hard right now…”
"When sensei's knot goes down?"
"You are so into us being a thing, aren't you? You want to watch two alphas go at it," Gojo teases from under Sukuna's hand. He holds it there, enjoying the weight and the way Sukuna's cursed energy blankets him.
"AlphaxAlpha porn is hot..." Yuuji mumbles.
"You shouldn't be watching too much of that stuff..." Sukuna grumbles. He knows its pointless, trying to say that to a teenager. He cuddles his ear against Yuuji's. "Besides... you have me now."
"And sensei!" Yuuji says happily, completely tone deaf to Sukuna's protectiveness. "We can't hide it, so I can tell Fushiguro and Kugisaki when my heat is over right?"
Gojo snickers at Sukuna being bulldozed over. "You can tell them. The mating bites will be hard to hide anyway." He doesn't seem bothered by talking with Sukuna's hand covering the top half of his face.
"I can already see their expressions..." Sukuna says flatly, irritated at the mere concept of his other students' disapproval.
Yuuji pauses and looks at Sukuna with a head tilt. "Do you think they'll be mad?"
"They probably won't say anything, but they're going to be judging your sensei and I." Sukuna chuckles. "Not that I care."
Gojo's tail flicks as it detangles from Sukuna's. "I've dealt with worse. A few stink eyes from teenagers won't hurt."
Yuuji rubs his chin. "Yeah I guess there's some... uh... issues with you two mating me. But it's fine! I wanted it. So it's different."
"Right. It's fine." Sukuna's freed tail stretches and curls up his back. "It was... an experience."
"Don't sound so excited. I for one, had a blast and I don't want to leave the bed for days," Gojo says happily. "But I'll teleport us to my place so we don't have people breaking down the door in the student dorms."
"You can teleport!?" Yuuji gasps with stars in his eyes.
Sukuna adds, "Don't tell me you're going to do it while we're all locked together like this."
"I wasn't going to but now—"
"No."
"Oh come on, we just have to hope I am precise and don't drop one of us, and thus all of us, on the floor," Gojo laughs, giddy under Sukuna's palm.
"Wait, you're going to do it now?" Yuuji asks.
"I wasn't planning to until your beloved and kind hearted uncle gave me the greatest idea."
"Gojo, I swear..." Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose.
Gojo laughs excitedly and his long arms wrap around both tigers before they disappear from the dorm room. Locked together, and hopefully in one piece when they land.