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"You’re really pretty, Yuuji-kun."

"Like he doesn’t already know that."

"Ever heard of wooing your mate, Sukuna?"

"Suck my dick, Gojo."

"Nah, not interested. But Yuuji-kun? I’d love a taste of him."

Heat flooded Yuuji’s cheeks. A strong arm tightened around his waist, pulling him flush against Sukuna’s chest, possessive and claiming. But then, another hand, bold and hot, settled on his thigh. A slow stroke, a subtle restraint.

His pussy clenched, soaking through his underwear.

Because the two most desired alphas on campus were quietly baring their teeth at each other, and he was the prize between them.

It all started with a beef that all sports teams in their college went through.

The rugby and baseball teams were at each other’s throats over a coveted practice slot, and their captains were no different. Sukuna, the captain of the rugby team, was constantly butting heads with Gojo, the insufferable captain of the baseball team. The coaches had washed their hands off of it, leaving the two to settle the matter themselves.

The issue was that there was only one 2-hour time slot before lunch for any team to practice. Sukuna wanted to claim it since the afternoon slot clashed with his classes, and he refused to skip any of his lectures. Despite the tattoos and the bad-boy reputation, he wasn’t about to let his grades slip.

But Gojo, a cocky alpha who thrived on getting under people’s skin, swooped in and claimed the slot as well instead of taking the afternoon one. The afternoon practice wouldn’t have made a dent in the baseball team’s routine, but the white-haired "peacock motherfucker," as Sukuna called him, tamely, was dead set on making things difficult.

They tried to talk it out; they really did. But Gojo wouldn't budge. Every smirk, every drawn-out refusal, grated on Sukuna’s nerves like nails on a chalkboard. His patience, already thin, was hanging on the last straw. Even before the situation, there had always been a certain tension.

Mostly because of Gojo’s relentless flirting with Yuuji.

Subtle smiles. Lingering stares that Yuuji felt even when he wasn’t looking. His scent, rich and sweet, softened whenever omega walked by—whether in the big auditoriums or between campus buildings. He was always just there, holding doors open, flashing an easy grin, and asking about his day like he genuinely wanted to know.

Yuuji never reciprocated. Not outwardly. But deep down, despite already being claimed, he couldn’t deny the thrill of alpha's blatant interest.

Because everyone wanted Gojo Satoru.

Just like everyone wanted Ryoumen Sukuna.

Broad shoulders and sharp features, Sukuna carried himself with a presence so commanding it silenced a room. His scent alone—sultry, intoxicating cedarwood—could drown out everyone else if he let it. He was the kind of alpha people craved, even knowing they’d never get close.

But Yuuji had tasted him first.

Back in the middle school, sneaking behind the sports complex, kissing under the trees where no one could see. Their first love, tender and clumsy, had grown into something scorching. Consuming. They had been together ever since—through late-night calls, fights that ended in desperate hands and bared throats, the breathless discovery of how good they could make each other feel.

Now, as college juniors surrounded by an ocean of hormones, Sukuna had only grown more possessive. And Yuuji loved it.

Because at the end of the day, no matter how many people stared or how many people wanted, Sukuna was between his legs, surrendering to his touch. The infamous captain of the rugby team, the star athlete leading them to championships, a brooding, handsome alpha who aced every class, was his—grumbling, yes, but catering to Yuuji's every whim nonetheless.

And on that tan skin, right next to the ink of his tattoos, was a single scarred bite—his mark, forever.

However, despite it all, Yuuji was tempted a lot as Gojo made it impossible to avoid his attention. As a cheerleader, omega spent nearly every day practicing routines for both teams, and alpha always made sure to stop by and say hi. The first time Sukuna saw it, he punched Gojo square in the face. The bloodied alpha just grinned and returned the favor, and within seconds, they were brawling.

By the time the coaches pulled them apart, Sukuna was snarling so loud that people were backing up in fear as the air was charged with his animosity. But Gojo? He only smirked, all bloody. His piercing, iridescent blue eyes locked on Yuuji—and looked right through him.

And Yuuji...

Yuuji was soaking through his panties and uniform shorts.

And that night, Sukuna railed him until he cried.

His poor roommate, shy beta Junpei, never even made it inside. Sukuna shoved him out and forced him to crash at a friend’s place.

Yuuji didn’t sleep that night. Not with his alpha knotting him over and over, growling filth into his ear.

"You’d love for him to fuck you, wouldn’t you? You gonna get on your knees and suck him off?"

"I could smell your cunt getting wet out there… Was it the fight? Or you just want him so bad you let everyone around us smell how needy you are?"

"Little slut… If you want another dick, all you gotta do is be honest with me."

"Say it. Admit it. You're a greedy little slut, and you want both of us stuffing you full."

And the truth was… Yuuji was a slut.

He did want them both. Sukuna saw right through him. It didn't make him less jealous, though.

And a couple of days later, at the lockers, Gojo strolled up to them with an offer that made Sukuna see red.

"If Yuuji-kun lets me court him, your team can have the time slot for all I care."

That day, Sukuna didn't just growl—he pounced.

They tussled right in the corridor, snapping teeth and growling. It was brutal. Sukuna swung first, knuckles cracking against Gojo’s cheek, splitting skin. Gojo laughed—a manic, delighted sound—as if he had been waiting for this. He retaliated with a jab to Sukuna’s ribs, growling like an animal, and soon, fists were flying. Their bodies slammed against the lockers hard enough to dent metal. By the time people managed to pull them apart, the floor was stained with their blood.

Yuuji had to drag Sukuna away, and Gojo, with his face smeared with blood, winked at him—smirked at him.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

And he knew Yuuji wanted it.

Later, in the quiet of their dorm, after tending to his bruises and split lip, Yuuji rode Sukuna, moving in slow, teasing rolls of his hips, rewarding his mate for the fight over him. It worked—Sukuna relaxed under him, hands gripping his thighs, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. But when their orgasms crashed over them, Yuuji felt it—how alpha’s arms locked around him, how he held him tighter than usual, almost like a child seeking comfort.

Yuuji purred, leaning into the rare, gentle affection.

"Do you really want it, brat?"

There was no anger in Sukuna’s tone, but when Yuuji met his gaze, he caught a flicker of sadness in those blood-red irises.

Yuuji nuzzled into his chest, inhaling his rich cedarwood scent.

It meant everything to him. It was his comfort.

It meant home.

"Do you?"

Sukuna scoffed, voice rough.

"I would’ve killed the bastard if I didn’t know your pussy was wet for him."

Yuuji snorted, pressing a kiss to Sukuna’s frowning lips.

"I mean... he smells nice."

Sukuna’s brows furrowed.

"Nice?"

"Mhm. Fresh. Like pine."

"Better than me?"

Yuuji pulled back, amused at the jealousy in Sukuna’s expression. For all his violent dominance, his alpha was quite pouty with him when they were alone.

"Not better. Just... different. I'm not comparing you two. I just—"

He hesitated.

It was normal for omegas to bond with multiple alphas. He knew mated pairs who kept open relationships, but with Sukuna there had never been a discussion.

Yet sometimes, Yuuji wondered.

What would it feel like to be drowned in attention? To have two alphas eager for his affection? To be buried under their possessive scent marks, claimed and fought over?

To be fucked between them?

His breath hitched.

God.

"I just—I just thought it'd be nice."

Sukuna snorted, and a slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips.

"You're just an attention whore, Yuu."

Yuuji huffed but kissed him anyway, sinking against his chest. The thought sent a thrill under his skin.

"Like you don’t like it."

Sukuna didn’t answer, but his grip tightened.

"Also..." Yuuji drawled, voice teasing. "I think he’s handsome. And well... he looks like he has a big di—"

A growl cut him off. Strong fingers wrapped around his nape, yanking his head back. Yuuji gasped, his body clenching down on Sukuna’s knot. Alpha’s lips curled, sharp teeth grazing the column of his throat.

"Needy slut," he muttered darkly. "That’s all you could think about, huh? How big his dick is."

Heat pooled between Yuuji’s legs, his breath hitching. Sukuna’s possessiveness was intoxicating in the best way. He trembled as alpha pressed him down, muscles taut, every inch of him screaming mine.

"I fuck you better than he ever could."

Yuuji exhaled shakily, body thrumming with need. He met Sukuna’s heated gaze and whispered.

"Prove it then."

They didn’t sleep that night.

And now, after another tense encounter where they shook hands on their agreement about the practice time slot, with Sukuna gritting through his teeth and Gojo shamelessly flirting with Yuuji—they were courting.

Or rather, Gojo was courting Yuuji.

And, god, was he good at it.

He sent Yuuji flowers. Every single day. Expensive bouquets wrapped in silk ribbons were delivered with handwritten notes that were so sweet and flirty and always signed with a ridiculously big heart and emojis.

He brought Yuuji food—exquisite bento boxes, desserts from some high-end shops like fresh strawberries dipped in chocolate that he held up to Yuuji’s lips, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as the omega dared to lick the sweetness from his fingers.

He whispered in Yuuji’s ear whenever Sukuna wasn’t close enough to hear, voice dripping with mischief.

"You’d look so pretty covered in my scent, sweetheart."

"That cheerleading skirt is really something, Yuuji-kun. Got me drooling the other day."

"I’d love to buy you all pretty clothes."

Yuuji loved it.

His stomach flipped every time Gojo leaned in too close, breath warm against his neck. He shivered when Gojo looked at him like he was something to be devoured. His body reacted before his mind could protest, drawn to the tease, the charm, and the sheer audacity of some of the things alpha said.

Gojo was relishing in his triumph because every time Yuuji blushed, every time he bit his lip, every time his thighs pressed together just a little too tightly—

Sukuna saw it and was losing his mind.

He growled whenever the other alpha so much as breathed near Yuuji, fingers twitching with the urge to break something—preferably Gojo’s face. But the white-haired alpha just grinned, reminding him that they had a compromise and that Yuuji wanted him around.

Part of omega felt bad. But mostly, to his shame, he enjoyed his alpha's struggles to keep his cool.

He didn't know he could find so much amusement in Sukuna's boiling and misery.

Yuuji knew exactly what made Sukuna tick.

He saw the way alpha’s fingers twitched every time Gojo got too close, the way his jaw clenched whenever the smug alpha leaned in and whispered something in Yuuji’s ear. It was intoxicating, really, the way Sukuna seethed over it—watching, waiting, like a beast caged for too long, knowing it was only a matter of time before he snapped.

So Yuuji let it happen.

He let Gojo brush fingers against his wrist, let him tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear, let him feed him those damn strawberries, mouth closing over it so slowly—so deliberately—that he could feel Sukuna’s rage thickening the air.

And when Sukuna finally did snap, grabbing Yuuji’s wrist and dragging him away like a predator hauling off his kill—Yuuji smiled.

Because this was what he had been waiting for.

His back barely hit the mattress in their dorm before Sukuna was on him, tearing at his clothes, shoving his legs apart with a growl so deep it rattled through Yuuji’s bones.

"You fucking enjoy this, don’t you?"

Sukuna snarled, eyes dark with fury.

Yuuji’s breath hitched, but his lips curled into a smirk.

"A little."

Sukuna’s growl vibrated against his throat, his breath hot, dangerous.

"You wanna drive me insane, huh? Letting him put his hands on you?"

"I mean…" Yuuji exhaled, letting his head fall back, exposing his throat, knowing exactly what that did to Sukuna. "He does smell good."

That was it. That was the trigger.

Alpha slammed into him with enough force to knock the air from his lungs. Before Yuuji could even start to breathe, his body was moving with a desperate, furious need to erase every trace of Gojo. His thrusts were punishing, raw with frustration, but Yuuji loved it.

"Yeah?" Sukuna’s voice was a snarl against his skin as he bit down, sharp teeth sinking into the soft flesh of Yuuji’s mating mark. "Think he could fuck you like this?"

Yuuji moaned, nails dragging down Sukuna’s back, reveling in the way his alpha needed to ruin him. His pussy was throbbing, getting wetter with every glide of thick cock in him.

"I don’t know," he gasped, teasing. "Maybe—"

A hand wrapped around his throat, tilting his head up, forcing him to meet Sukuna’s furious gaze.

"Finish that sentence, I dare you."

Yuuji shuddered, feeling his body clench tight around Sukuna, his breath catching at the sheer heat in his mate’s glare.

"I—" His voice wavered, teasing edge faltering into something softer. "I just like seeing you like this."

Sukuna’s grip tightened.

"Like what, brat?"

Yuuji’s lips parted as another sharp thrust sent a bolt of pleasure up his spine.

"Like you need me."

For a second, there was silence. Just the sound of their breathing, the heat between them, and the lewd sounds of their sex. And then alpha kissed him.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was claiming, desperate, almost frantic—his tongue demanding, his teeth biting. Sukuna pressed Yuuji into the mattress as if he could bury himself so deep that no one else could ever touch him.

Yuuji melted into it, purring against his lips and wrapping his legs tighter around his waist, letting himself be taken and ruined by his mate’s jealousy.

Because in the end, this was what he wanted.

Not just Sukuna’s possessiveness.

Not just his frustration.

But his need.

And the next day, Gojo smirked at him over Sukuna’s shoulder in the middle of their yet another, almost daily argument, licking his lips like he knew exactly what had happened.

Yuuji smiled back.

Because it wasn’t over yet. It was just one of many, many instances.

Over the course of three weeks, Yuuji was basking in attention. From Gojo's courting: though they haven't even kissed yet, the white-haired alpha knew how to make the omega crave him. His every word and subtle touch when he dragged his fingers down Yuuji's wrist like a promise were making Yuuji hot and bothered. But every time Gojo had the audacity to get even closer, so close that the omega could count his white lashes, Sukuna would snap, shoving them apart like a petulant child and dragging him away while Gojo snickered and waved a goodbye.

After these little "bumps" in their courting dates, Yuuji was railed so good he was constantly dazed. Sukuna was trying to fuck every thought of Gojo out of Yuuji’s pretty little head. He didn’t just take him—he claimed him, over and over again, until all Yuuji could do was cry out his name. The moment they were alone, Sukuna had him pinned, face buried in the crook of his mate’s neck, growling as he inhaled his pure peachy scent, without "that bastard’s" lingering presence.

"You think I don’t fucking see it? The way you look at him? The way you let him look at you?"

"You like teasing me, huh? Letting him think he can have you like this?"

"Wanna see how much attention I can give you, baby? Huh?"

"You're mine."

In those moments, Yuuji could barely think. Sukuna was everywhere, his scent, his touch, his breath against his ear as he buried himself deep. Alpha was relentless, possessive, not just fucking him but staking his claim all over again.

He made sure Yuuji felt him for days.

And when Yuuji came apart—again, body wrecked and trembling, lips parted in blissed-out surrender—Sukuna wouldn’t let up. He'd held him down, rough hands gripping his waist, his growls low and satisfied as Yuuji sobbed from overstimulation and only had enough sense to mewl a quiet "Yours."

It was a cycle of affection and jealousy, and Yuuji was living a dream.

Though, at some point, he really needed to make them tolerate each other.

Eventually.

“…Could you two stop? Please?”

Yuuji fiddled with the hem of his hoodie, eyes darting between them. They were in a campus café—on what was supposed to be a date. Well, technically, Gojo took him out. Sukuna simply refused to let him be alone with another alpha, tagging along like his shadow yet again.

The cedarwood scent rolled off him in thick, aggressive waves, making Yuuji’s head spin. But Gojo’s pine-like odor was just as potent—sharp, grounding, yet insidiously enticing. His eyes flicked to the white-haired alpha. His neck looked strong. Unmarked. The divot of his collarbones seemed so comfortable—the perfect place to press his nose in, to scent him properly.

Gojo caught him staring and purred, leaning in.

“You can scent me, you know?” His voice was silk, dripping with amusement. “I love how you smell.”

A slow, knowing curl of his lips had Yuuji swallowing hard.

He really wanted to.

“Don’t fucking push him.”

Sukuna’s snarl rumbled against his back as he loomed over Yuuji’s shoulder, rubbing his cheek along his neck. The blatant display of ownership made Yuuji gasp. Public scenting wasn’t taboo, per se, but it was still intimate.

And yet, he melted into his mate’s touch, purring under the attention. But when he glanced back at Gojo, his stomach twisted in arousal.

The other alpha was still smiling—but his canines were scraping his lower lip, big and sharp. His brows were relaxed in open expression, but the vein on his temple was pulsing wildly. Pine was sharp and strong in the air. As if he was ready to pounce.

“Now, now, Ryoumen,” Gojo hummed, voice lilting, fingers tracing above Yuuji’s knee. “Don’t be rude.”

His hand shifted higher, so close to Yuuji’s crotch that if he shifted even slightly, Gojo would feel just how soaked he was under his skirt. But judging by how dark his pupils had blown out, he probably already smelled it in the air.

The thought sent a shiver of excitement down Yuuji’s spine.

“We can share, right?”

The question was directed at Sukuna, but Gojo’s eyes never left him.

Then—soft fingertips nudged under his skirt, just barely brushing his damp panties. Yuuji made a strangled noise, biting his lip to stop a full-blown moan—right as Sukuna slapped Gojo’s hand away, growling deep in his chest.

Yuuji’s pussy pulsed miserably.

“Not in public, you piece of shit.”

A thunderous growl erupted from Gojo, and Yuuji's breath hitched. Omega saw how his playful expression soured into a scowl in an instant. Those blue eyes that were eating him alive just a second ago zeroed in on another alpha, turning into menacing slits. His lips curled, teeth flashing in a threat.

“He's so...neglected. I have to step up. It’s not my fault your knot-headed, self-absorbed, head-up-your-ass personality doesn’t suit Yuuji-kun.” His voice was dripping with provocation. “He needs someone who can actually take care of him—”

“The fuck did you just say to me—”

“Guys—”

A hesitant cough interrupted them.

All three turned to find a waitress awkwardly hovering near their table, a hand clamped over her nose.

Yuuji felt his stomach plummet. His ears burned with shame.

“I, uh…” She hesitated, stumbling over her words. “I have to ask you to… leave. Other customers might get, um, disturbed… And, uh—our air purifiers aren’t that strong, so…” She grimaced. “Could—Could you please leave?”

Yuuji opened his mouth to apologize, sweating like a sinner in church. But Gojo just smiled as if nothing had happened. As if he wasn't charging up for a fight and baring his teeth at another alpha in a public place. Omega saw how he casually slipped several crisp hundred-dollar bills into her hand.

Sukuna scoffed behind him, muttering, “Bastard.”

“Ah, forgive our silly banter, darling!” Gojo grinned, all dazzling charm. “Thank you for your excellent service, and we would deeply appreciate it if this little situation doesn't escalate. Okay?”

With that and Yuuji’s stammered apologies (he was hoping the ground would open under his feet and swallow him whole at that point), Gojo’s saccharine smiles, and Sukuna’s mean scowls, they were politely kicked out without repercussions.

Which was how they ended up back at their dorm.

The two alphas sat on opposite ends of the couch—as far from each other as possible.

Yuuji clicked his tongue, glaring at them.

“You two need to get along if we want this to work.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes, spreading his legs lazily. But Yuuji could see the tight clench of his jaw. He was pissed.

Gojo, on the other hand, just smiled, tilting his head as he gave Yuuji a slow once-over. He bit his lip—like he was considering something.

“I’m just courting you, baby—”

“Don’t fucking baby him.”

Yuuji sighed as Sukuna snapped and Gojo snickered in response.

“Whether you like it or not,” alpha continued, feigning innocence, “I am courting him.”

Omega shot him a flat look, and Gojo lifted his hands in mock surrender.

“Just saying!”

“Hush.”

Yuuji was fed up.

All he wanted was to bask in double the attention, to be pampered like he deserved. Instead, for the past several weeks, he’d been stuck playing referee, yanking these two apart like feral strays fighting over a single scrap. Sure, he loved Gojo’s teasing touches and shameless flirting—especially when they led to Sukuna fucking him senseless out of spite—but damn, was it too much to ask for a little peace? Just once? Without them constantly at each other’s throats, treating him like a damn rag doll caught in their tug-of-war?

Irritated, he plopped down between them and grabbed their hands.

“No more fights over me.”

“Yuu—”

“Yuuji-kun—”

He bared his teeth in a warning snarl, yanking his hands away before crossing his arms over his chest. Frustration simmered under his skin as he mulled over his options—until it hit him.

There was one thing no alpha could ever resist.

“I just want you two to get along…”

His voice softened, just slightly. A tiny sniffle. A little waver. The faintest sour tinge to his scent—just enough to make both alphas tense. He saw it immediately, the moment of hesitation. He felt it too, the shift in their pheromones, their scents twisting into something confused—no, concerned.

No alpha could resist a distressed omega.

The first to crack—unsurprisingly—was Gojo.

Long fingers brushed over Yuuji’s hand, slowly intertwining their fingers. His touch was warm and familiar, despite their courting only lasting a few weeks. He let out a soft, gentle croon, and Yuuji bit his lip, feeling warm all over.

It felt… good.

“You’re seriously falling for that?”

Sukuna scoffed from his left.

Yuuji turned to glare at him—only to find the alpha smirking, clearly amused.

And that—that smug little grin—just pissed him off.

Omega narrowed his eyes at Sukuna’s smirk, irritation bubbling under his skin. Alpha was acting as if it wasn't him who snapped at every touch of another alpha this whole time. Like he didn’t care.

Fine.

If Sukuna wanted to pretend he was above all of this, Yuuji would make him eat that arrogance.

With a huff, he turned back to Gojo, fingers still laced with his. The white-haired alpha was watching him closely, lips still curled in that ever-present smile, but his pupils were wide—dark pools drinking Yuuji in, waiting, anticipating. His scent curled around him, thick and already spiked with something heady.

Yuuji shifted closer, testing the waters. He licked his lips and saw how blue eyes immediately dropped to his mouth. Had Gojo ever thought about kissing him? He never pushed for it, always keeping their courting within careful, unspoken boundaries. That didn’t stop him from touching Yuuji, though: trailing fingers over his wrists, resting a hand on his lower back, brushing knuckles against his cheek—but it was always measured, always after gauging Yuuji’s reaction first. The only time he slipped out of control was today, actually, with his hand all the way up Yuuji's skirt, but the omega didn't mind that one bit. He wanted alpha to be bolder, not only with his words but with his touches too. For all his audacious flirting, Gojo was…patient.

A gentleman, even.

But Yuuji didn’t want careful restraint. He wanted to see what happened when Gojo snapped. At the very least, omega should show his appreciation, right?

Without another word, he climbed into Gojo’s lap.

Alpha barely had time to suck in a sharp breath before Yuuji grabbed the front of his stupidly loose shirt that opened up his strong neck and sharp collarbones and pulled him in. Their lips crashed together, messy and hot, as the omega pressed himself flush against Gojo’s chest, feeling the solid warmth beneath the thin fabric.

Gojo tasted like mint and something sweet. The moment their mouths met, he melted into it—one hand instinctively sliding down Yuuji’s back, the other gripping his thigh, fingers digging into soft flesh.

Yuuji tilted his head, deepening the kiss, letting his lips part just enough for Gojo to slip his tongue inside. A shiver ran down his spine at the slow, teasing drag of it—alpha kissed like he did everything else: smooth, confident, deliberate. And fuck, it felt good. The way his lips moved against Yuuji's, coaxing, tasting—it made heat coil in his stomach.

A quiet, needy noise escaped him before he could stop it, and he felt Gojo grin against his mouth. God, he was so cocky. But Yuuji didn’t care—not when alpha's hand suddenly slid up to cradle the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair as he angled their mouths just right.

It was good. Too good.

Gojo groaned deep in his throat when he pulled away a little, letting them both breathe.

"Mmm," he hummed against his lips, voice dripping with want. "Well, hello to you too, baby."

"Gojo..."

"Nah, we've been past that. It's Satoru for you, sweetheart..."

Yuuji didn’t respond—just pushed him back into the couch, rolling his hips down against Gojo’s—Satoru's—lap, feeling the telltale heat of his arousal pressing against him through his pants. Alpha tightened his hold on Yuuji’s waist, fingers digging in just enough to make the omega shudder.

He felt good with all his strong, lean muscles shifting. One hand, warm and teasing, sneaked under his hoodie, caressing his waist; the other landed on the base of his neck before tangling into his hair.

"Greedy little thing, aren’t you?" Satoru murmured, smirking against his lips. "Are you sure you can handle this?"

Yuuji bit down on his bottom lip in response, waiting for a hiss. But alpha loved it. He purred, a pleased little rumble rolling in his chest, fingers tugging on Yuuji’s hair to tilt his head back, giving him access to the curve of his throat.

Omega gasped when Gojo’s tongue flicked over his scent gland, sending a full-body shudder through him. His panties were ruined, sticky and soaked against his folds. He wanted to drown in this—wanted to get lost in it—

Until Sukuna growled.

A low, rolling, dangerous sound popped the bubble they were in.

The room seemed to shift. The air crackled with static as his scent spiked, thick and possessive.

Satoru chuckled against Yuuji’s throat.

"Someone's mad'," he murmured, letting his fangs graze the omega’s skin.

And oh, that just made it worse.

The next second, Yuuji was yanked backward, ripped out of Gojo’s hold so fast he shrieked. Sukuna’s grip on his neck was tight, bordering on painful, as he tore him away, shoving him onto the couch beside him.

His other hand shot out, fisting the front of Gojo’s shirt, dragging him forward until they were nose to nose.

"The fuck you think you’re doing?"

As Sukuna snarled, Satoru, for his part, looked completely unbothered.

"Mm? Oh, I don’t know," he mused lazily, lips curling. "Just making your little omega feel good. Someone has to, if you’re too much of a coward to—"

With a vicious growl, Sukuna hauled the white-haired alpha forward and slammed him back into the couch, knocking the air from his lungs. His scent spiked, thick and overwhelming, almost suffocating in its intensity.

Satoru let out a wheezing laugh, grinning while Sukuna bared his teeth at him.

"Oh, finally," Gojo purred, licking his lips. “I was wondering why it was taking you so long to start barking like a dog for a bone.”

His teasing only made Sukuna growl louder, his hands tightening in Gojo’s shirt. His nostrils flared, pupils blown, eyes darting to Yuuji, then back to Gojo, before his lip curled in a sneer.

“You think you can just fucking claim him? Without even talking about it first, you dipshit!”

Yuuji shivered, stomach twisting with need. Fuck.

Holy fuck. He was so wet.

Satoru only grinned wider.

"I dunno," he drawled, tilting his head. "Seems like he wants to be claimed by me. He wants my touch. And from the way you’re acting right now, I’d say you want me to touch him too.”

Sukuna snarled, ready to bite his face off, but Gojo wasn’t finished.

"You’re mad at me, sure." His smirk deepened, voice dropping to something honeyed, mocking. "But what are you really mad about," His gaze flicked to Yuuji—hot and knowing, piercing straight through him. And he winked at omega.

"…Is the fact that he liked it."

Sukuna froze.

And Yuuji—Yuuji felt his breath catch, a rush of heat flooding his body.

Because Satoru was right.

He liked it.

Liked the way Gojo touched him. Liked how strong his hands were, how teasing his voice was, how easily he’d melted into him, and oh, those teeth grazing thin skin on his neck. But more than that—more than anything—he liked how Sukuna reacted to it.

The jealousy, the possessiveness, the rage coiling in his scent.

The way he tried to control himself because he knew Yuuji wanted it. But all his patience went out of the window the second it got too real—the second it got too close for Yuuji to be shared through a bite that would leave a mark on the other side of his neck, mirroring Sukuna's. Omega could see how gears turned in his brilliant head.

He could see the fight in him more apparent than ever. How his mate was thinking of his, Yuuji's comfort, first and foremost. His hands twitched, fingers flexing like he was fighting the urge to grab him. To keep him.

To make sure he was still his and his alone.

Yuuji let out a croon. Gentle and pleading.

He really wanted this—them—to work out.

Sukuna turned, red eyes locking onto Yuuji. His stare was intense, pupils blown wide, breath heavy. Omega swallowed as his body was thrumming with anticipation.

Then, finally, alpha spoke.

"…Come here."

His voice was rough, hoarse with restraint, and Gojo muttered quietly, "Took you long enough.". A quick jab to his ribs made him groan, but Sukuna's scent flared in arousal instead of annoyance.

Yuuji’s heart skipped a beat and then raced.

Fuck, he loved him.

Before he could even think, he was between them.

The air was thick with it—heat, hunger, the heavy mix of their scents curling together like smoke. It was intoxicating, clinging to Yuuji’s skin, sinking into his very pores with every ragged breath he took.

Gojo’s scent was sharp, crisp—pine needles after rain, fresh and biting, with something sweet underneath. It prickled against Yuuji’s senses, teasing, luring him in like the first breath of winter air that made his head spin. Colliding with it, there was Sukuna's scent, dark and grounding—cedarwood, rich and smoky, wrapping around Yuuji like a smoldering fire, hot and lustful, making his stomach tighten in need.

And then there was his own scent—ripe, golden peaches at the height of summer, syrupy and thick, spilling into the air in waves. It curled between the sharper bite of pine and the lingering burn of cedar, weaving them together into something primal, tangled. It wasn’t just arousal—it was possession, a claim, stamped into the very air they breathed.

Omega couldn’t believe that this was happening.

Satoru’s cock twitched on his tongue, heavy, hot, aching for relief. He was big: fat girth made omega gasp when it was revealed to him, rosy tip shiny with precum. Yuuji hummed around the thick length, the vibrations pulling a sharp gasp from the alpha above him. Gojo, usually so smug, so in control, was coming undone with every slow stroke of his tongue. His hips twitched as Yuuji took him deeper, inch by inch, until his lips stretched around the base.

"F-fuck, your mouth—"

The white-haired alpha groaned, a low, guttural sound, his fingers tightening in Yuuji’s hair. The usual cocky lilt to his voice was nowhere to be found—his breath was stuttering, and his groans turned rough and growly. Yuuji could feel the way Gojo’s thighs trembled under his hands as pleasure racked through him.

Tears blurred his vision and his lips tingled from the constant friction, but he didn’t stop. The way Satoru shuddered, the way his body trembled in agony every time Yuuji swallowed around him—it was addicting.

He tightened his throat, just to hear that broken, desperate groan again.

And Gojo gave it to him.

"Oh, f-fuck!"

Pulling away with a lewd pop, Yuuji nuzzled coarse white pubes, inhaling alphan musk. Gentle hands wiped his tears, and he nuzzled into the warm palm, purring.

"Gosh, you're pretty..."

"...Mmm—Ah!"

Sparks danced in his eyes as a tight grip on his hips made him gasp. He stroked hard length, kissing the wet tip, and looked down.

Sukuna was watching him from between his legs. He was panting into his pussy, fondling the flesh of his ass every time Yuuji rocked against his face. Omega felt his eyes roll back when a hot tongue licked his cunt broadly. It ran through his soaked folds, teasing, and then dipped into his hole, just to give him a taste of how he'll be fucked later. Warm lips pressed on his pussy, and he shivered as a hot mouth sucked on his cunt. Strong tongue flicked the nub of his clit, and he mewled, putting his mouth back to work and gagging on Gojo's cock just to spite his mate. He hummed around Satoru’s length, watching through damp lashes as those bright blue eyes darkened, fingers trembling in his hair. His hips jerked forward, chasing the wet heat of Yuuji’s mouth.

"S-Shit, you’re so good at this... Fuck..."

Gojo groaned, his cock slipping deeper, hitting the back of Yuuji’s throat. Omega pulled off him, letting his breath ghost over slick, flushed skin. He licked his lips, tasting thick pre-cum and making sure alpha saw how he enjoyed it before flashing him a wicked grin.

"Yeah? Then don’t hold back."

Satoru cursed under his breath, reaching for him again, but Yuuji shuddered with a pathetic whine when a hot tongue dragged through his soaked folds slowly. He gasped, back arching as Sukuna sucked at his clit, making sparks dance in his eyes. Alpha chuckled, lapping on wet pussy and rasping into his skin, turning his head.

"So goddamn sweet..."

His voice was thick, with his breath fanning on Yuuji's damp skin. Omega moaned, reaching to tangle his fingers into Sukuna’s hair, tugging him back to his crotch.

"Ke-keep going—Please? Please, Suku..."

His mate groaned, unable to resist his plea, and returned his attention to his cunt. His tongue licked deeper, collecting stray slick drops, slurping, and Yuuji rocked on his face, needy. Pleasure curled in his stomach, and he went back to sucking, moaning around throbbing flesh.

Gojo let out a breathless laugh, wiping away a trail of spit.

"You had us sweating for you, doll."

Yuuji preened, pleased, and swallowed alpha down again, forcing a ragged moan out of him. He sucked alpha off like his life depended on it. Sloppy and indulgent, the way he liked it—spit bubbling on his lips, thick cock pulsing on his tongue, completely at his mercy. He could feel alpha unraveling, could hear it in his sharp inhales and curses as Yuuji took him deep, lips brushing the swollen knot at the base.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come soon, baby—"

Yuuji stared up at him, nodding with his dick in his mouth, and Gojo growled. Hard push of strong hips made the omega choke, but he moaned through it. He loved this. Deep, unrelenting thrusts of the alpha's cock into his throat made him dizzy, but he endured it. Spongy fat tip kept hitting the back of his throat, and he shuddered, whining for a taste of the alpha's cum. Heat in his belly was unwinding. And hot tongue on his pussy didn't help.

Sukuna was slobbering on his cunt like a man starved. His hands, big and rough, were holding him in place by the waist, not letting him ride his face anymore. Sucking and lapping on his slick, his mate was rumbling a storm. Satoru's hand ruffled through his hair, distracting him. He wondered how it would tug, fisting his hair. Or grip his body, throwing him around or holding him down. How those long, graceful fingers could fuck his pussy. Fuck, could he squirt on them? Gojo was a player. He, of all people, would know how to make omega feel good. The weight of his cock alone was making Yuuji wet as it pressed deep, his balls smacking against his chin with every sharp thrust.

He shivered at the thought of taking his knot—of feeling the thick swell locking his pussy and stretching him wide. The anticipation curled hot in his stomach, and he felt how his clit was sucked and teased again and again. He pushed against a hand that was keeping his head in place, and it immediately let him go, making him melt on the inside on how, despite burning arousal, alpha still was a gentleman. He breathed in, mouth empty, and moaned, letting Satoru tap the flushed head of his cock against his cheek. It was warm and slick, smearing precum across his skin, and it took a couple of seconds for Yuuji to concentrate.

"S-sukuna—"

A low moan from below him made his thoughts scatter. Yuuji licked his lips and chased the swollen tip, wrapping his mouth around it in a slow, teasing suck and letting go, savoring the aftertaste. Gojo tasted good. Sweet, even.

Not that he would ever admit that to Sukuna—his hotheaded bastard of a mate might actually kill the guy.

"Suku—"

"Mm? Hold on, brat, I can feel it—You gonna come so hard—"

Yuuji wheezed, biting a sharp hipbone in an attempt to distract himself from burning pleasure and kissing it in apology. While Gojo was giving him time to collect himself, Sukuna kept flicking his tongue on his throbbing clit.

"F-fuck! Yeah—But I—Fuck I wanted to come—On your cock! Mm! Wa-Wait—"

"You ask for things so nicely, doll."

Gojo cooed, carding his fingers through his hair, and Yuuji whimpered, trying to avoid hot mouth on his pussy, but his alpha's grip on him was tight. A low snarl fanned over his cunt, and then a sharp bite on his thigh made him gasp.

"You can take it."

Yuuji sobbed, now fully gripping Satoru's hips. He was babbling, incoherent as Sukuna tortured him with his mouth. Thick cock kept sliding on his face, and he tried to gulp it down, but Gojo wouldn't let him.

"Uh-huh, I wanna hear you... Come on, you're close?"

"—Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes—"

Alpha awed, cupping his cheek and letting him mouth his balls, drooling on them, as Sukuna was shoving his hips down on his face.

"Then come, doll."

Yuuji whined, shaking. His stomach clenched as his poor pussy jerked under non-stop sucking. Another flick of tongue on his throbbing clit sent him over the edge. He cried, coming. Every sound in the room was muffled as orgasm tore through him. Sated groans vibrated on his cunt, stimulating even more, and he whimpered, exhausted.

"Fuck—Fuck, look at me—Please, Yuuji, look at me—"

He opened his eyes only to see Gojo furiously stroking himself. His hand was flying on his dick with slick, obscene sounds of spit and pre-cum frothing as he cursed and growled. Like enchanted, Yuuji lolled his tongue out, staring at alpha through his lashes. The hot, pulsing tip bumped on his tongue, and he suckled on it, humming.

"Fuck!"

Hot cum erupted in his mouth, and he mewled at the taste. He let Satoru drag his cock out, and thick ropes landed across his face, painting it white. There was so much: on his cheeks, his nose, and his chin, sliding down his neck. It left him reeling for more as alpha squeezed the last drops with shuddering moans. His knot swelled, heavy and thick, not letting impressive length go soft. Yuuji touched it, feeling how it pulsed in his palm eagerly. Satoru groaned, and his shaky hand grabbed his wrist.

"Mm—Just don't squeeze it like that—Sensitive—"

"Don't tell him that. He's gonna milk you till you can't see straight."

"Hmm—I don't mind that if it gets him like this."

Yuuji, head foggy with arousal, didn't register that Sukuna got from under him, now watching them. His cock was hard, standing proudly, and omega whimpered. Thick and tan, with a dark red tip and veins running on its sides, Sukuna's cock was marvelous. It stretched him just right every time. The sheer size of it sent sparks of pleasure through his body whenever they had sex, dragging perfectly against the slick walls of his pussy—or his ass, when Sukuna was in a mood for that.

And that fat, pulsing knot at the base locked them together so tightly, stuffing him full, feeding his greedy little hole with load after load of thick, hot cum.

Yeah. Yuuji wanted that.

He needed that yesterday.

And of course, Sukuna knew that.

"Little slut."

A degrading word was laced with affection when Sukuna brushed his hand through his locks, standing closer. Yuuji closed his eyes, nuzzling his groin and inhaling the musk of alpha.

"S-Sukuna—"

"He's so needy..."

Satoru cooed, wiping away his tears while Sukuna let him suck his cock. The familiar taste of it left Yuuji breathless, and he purred, pulling away and kissing the wet tip.

Both alphas were watching him, naked and on his knees. Their chests glistened with sweat, rising and falling with deep breaths. He reached for Gojo's cock, suckling on the flushed tip and making him hiss at sensitivity. Yuuji couldn't decide who he liked more. Other thoughts swirled in his hazy mind.

He was so empty.

"Fuck me."

Satoru's brows lifted in pleasant surprise, and his scent exploded in want. But Sukuna growled, shoving his shoulder.

"He's talking to me, dipshit."

"How do you know—"

Yuuji groaned, feeling how his stomach twisted at spiking scents.

"Both." His voice was hoarse. He was fucking desperate. "I want you both."

A slow grin spread across Gojo’s lips, something wicked gleaming in those bright blue eyes.

"Well, aren't you greedy?"

Sukuna huffed and lifted Yuuji up, throwing him on his shoulder. Omega squeaked from being manhandled like that, and a hard slap on his backside made him whimper. His mate walked to the bedroom, biting into his thigh softly and grumbling.

"I'm fucking him first."

Satoru trailed right behind them, and Yuuji watched his cock bob under its own weight with a knot.

Fuck.

Knowing grin opened his fangs when the omega met his blue eyes.

"I don't mind sloppy seconds."

Sukuna barked a laugh, "Fucking freak."

Yuuji's pussy throbbed.

Fuck.

"I can't—Mm! F-Fuck!"

"Shh... Come here..."

Hot lips kissed him, and he tried; he really tried to kiss back, but he just couldn't, sobbing. His body felt like it was on fire. Sweat made sheets cling to his skin as he squirmed, trying to escape the tight grip of strong arms on him. He couldn't feel his legs anymore, numb at the bottom half of his body as Sukuna kept ripping orgasm after orgasm out of him for what felt like hours.

Yuuji cried, begging.

"Pw-pwease! S-stop! Ah! Ah—I'm—"

He drooled, gasping for air, hands scratching pale skin as Gojo nuzzled him, not letting him touch Sukuna and tugging him away. His mate hadn't let up, mouth slurping on his slick as Yuuji just kept coming. It felt endless, the way his weeping pussy throbbed and quivered under every lick and suck. His clit felt so swollen he was afraid it would fall off. But Sukuna just chuckled at his cries and told Gojo to keep him still as his arms pinned his thighs to the bed, spreading him open for his hunger.

These two worked well together when they really wanted to.

Because Gojo, with his soft praises and reassuring kisses, was tormenting his chest.

His nipples were so swollen, and he didn't know they could fucking grow in size. But here he was, with his areolas getting puffy and red as alpha kept sucking on his nipple. His teeth grazed thin skin there, nudging the pebbled nub and tugging on it. Hot tongue licked it over and over, to the point that even breath fanned over his nipple made Yuuji whimper. Long fingers locked with his, and Satoru let him scratch his shoulders and chest in agony. He wouldn't let him suck his cock, though. Which meant Yuuji was screaming under double attack and denial as his cunt was like an orgasm conveyor. Every next one felt harder and longer, and Sukuna just wouldn't stop. Neither did Gojo.

Yuuji was convinced he was going to die like this.

Sprawled on his bed, slick streaming down his legs, a sweaty mess of limb, drooling and sobbing.

When his vision blurred again with another orgasm that made him choke on his spit, he felt Sukuna's grip finally weaken. But he couldn't close his legs, so he just lay there, trying to blink his tears away.

"Hey, look at me. Come on, baby."

He focused on Satoru's voice, whimpering and sniffling, and alpha cooed, kissing his cheeks and wiping his tears away.

"Awe, sweetheart. Shh, don't cry. Don't you feel good, mm?"

Sweet kisses made Yuuji purr, and he cleared his dry throat, nuzzling back and whispering.

"I—Mm...Ngggnnn—I—Oh, f-fuck, I—"

He couldn't even talk, and it made Gojo coo at him.

"Look what you did, Sukuna. He's incoherent. Shh, baby."

Sukuna's scent flared in pride, and his voice sounded muffled as he kissed Yuuji's stomach, fingernails digging into his thighs.

"He loves it."

His hot breath felt cool on sweaty skin, and despite torturous orgasms, Yuuji still reached for him. His hand met wet skin, and he bit his lips, feeling how his own slick from the alpha's chin webbed on his fingers.

Finally, Sukuna's face appeared in his line of sight, and he purred. A smug grin brightened the stoic face, and alpha leaned closer to kiss him. It was possessive and demanding, with strong tongue licking into every crevice of his mouth, and Yuuji melted into it, still needy for attention. The taste of his own slick made his belly grow hot, and he tangled his fingers in damp hair, scratching the alpha's undercut.

"You two look hot."

Satoru leaned on his elbow, watching them with dark eyes. Sukuna huffed at him and licked Yuuji's cheek, kissing his temple. He nuzzled furiously, leaving his scent, and only when it started to reek of cedarwood, he stopped and turned to the other alpha. Yuuji couldn't see his face, scent drunk and dazed, but he could hear his voice.

It was smug, full of arrogance, and Yuuji just knew.

He knew he was about to be railed.

"Wanna see something? Watch this."

Omega was flopped on his belly unceremoniously, his limbs an uncontrollable mess. He managed to pull a pillow under his head, gulping at what's to come. His groin throbbed from overstimulation, but he still felt his pussy slicking up at aroused scents.

He was so fucking horny. Still, after everything.

His ass was pulled up and he was forced to lift himself on his knees, but they buckled and he moaned when Sukuna gripped his hips tighter, holding him up. Hot flesh bumped between his legs and he groaned, feeling the heat of it. Sukuna's hips thrusted forward, making loud slapping sound but thick tip of his cock just teased his pussy, running though his folds, without entering.

It was too much, too much—

"S-Suku! Wh—Shit—Too much—"

But of course, his mate ignored him. Instead, Yuuji, whimpering and sobbing from rough friction on his soaked groan, saw how Gojo perked and Sukuna chuckled.

"Watch."

Hard thrust of solid hips pushed thick cock into Yuuji and he yowled.

The heat that had been coiling in his gut winded so viciously it hurt. But it hurt so fucking good. His body locked up—muscles taut, spine arching as the tension snapped all at once. Orgasm detonated through him, making his scream. It was too much, too sudden, ripping through his every nerve. His vision blurred as he convulsed with another wrecked sound. His thighs quaked, snapping close but then Sukuna started fucking him through it.

Yuuji cried, feeling wetness rushing down his legs on the bed.

"Jesus Christ, he's a squirter? Holy fuck..."

"Mmm, yeah—Fuck, he can go again—Good fucking pussy, come on—Just like that, baby, fuck..."

"Again?"

"Mhm—Look at him—God damn, come on, Yuu, you wanna impress him, right? Come on."

Yuuji was hearing them through the fog of his orgasm. He was still coming, clamping down on thick pulsing cock. Out of his mind, he clawed on the pillow and tried to wiggle away but to no avail. Loud snarl made him whimper and he slumped on the bed like a used up toy. 
 
Deep thrusts burn but he felt his soul leaving his body with how pleasure wrecked him with every push and pull. He couldn't even think, just taking it and when he felt thick knot squeezing into his poor abused cunt, he wailed.

"Ah! Mmh! F-fu—Suk—Yeah—Ye—Al-alpha! Mmm!"

There was nowhere to run from it—no escape from the relentless, overwhelming waves that crashed over him, drowning him in sensation. His body convulsed, wracked with raw, unbearable pleasure, breath shattering into desperate, high-pitched cries as the aftershocks wrung him dry. It didn’t stop. It wouldn’t stop—Sukuna was pushing him to his limits, prideful in front of Gojo, showing him exactly how Yuuji could take it.

Every thrust was sharper, crueler, leaving him trembling and ruined. He just drooled on the pillow, body singing with it, and when with another push knot lodged into him, swelling, he screeched.

His vision darkened as he sobbed, hearing thunderous snarls and feeling hot cum flooding him.

His nose caught pleased scents and he blacked out, exhausted.

Yuuji moaned, voice hoarse like he'd been smoking for decades. His body was wrung dry, and it took everything in him to open his eyes, and he shook, suddenly hit with orgasm. It rolled through his bones like a tidal wave, and he whimpered, feeling weak and vulnerable.

"Hey, shh..."

Rich cedarwood filled his lungs, and he turned towards the warmth blindly, eyes too tired to stay open. Sweet peck touched his lips, and he mewled, tongue heavy in his mouth, unable to say anything. Rough hands massaged his scalp, carding through his hair, and caressed his chest, avoiding his sore nipples. Yuuji basked in undivided attention as Sukuna nuzzled him, scenting even more and whispering sweet nothings.

"...Did so good, baby... Good boy... Took me so well..."

Yuuji couldn't make out half of what he was saying, his head light, mind floating somewhere between exhaustion and pleasure. But the wet sensation below made him squirm, and he whined, forcing his eyes to open and look down.

White hair tickled his thighs as Satoru pressed his face between his legs. He nuzzled into his pubic hair, inhaling deeply, and a rumbling purr echoed in the room. Alpha rubbed his cheeks on his thighs, kissing and biting lightly, and came back to his abused, sore pussy. Hot tongue ran through his swollen folds gently, and with a long moan, he breathed in again, making Yuuji whimper. Blue eyes snapped open, and Gojo pulled up, smiling at him.

"Ah, wakey-wakey, doll."

His face was smeared in translucent slick and white cum. Yuuji shuddered as heat curled low in his stomach. Alpha crooned, leaning to scent him, and Sukuna let him. Pine swirled with cedarwood and omega preened, lifting his arms to bring him closer. His nose bumped into warm neck, and he let out a shuddering breath, rubbing his cheek on pale skin. He felt alpha relax at his touch, and an approving purr made him moan. His body ached, but he opened his legs wider when hot, hard cock touched his stomach, smearing thick pre-cum.

He wanted to feel it.

Gojo kissed him softly, licking into his mouth eagerly. Yuuji tasted himself, cum, and alpha's mint. His senses rippled with possessiveness suddenly, and he purred, pleased. Sukuna’s grip tightened around his waist, and he smiled into the kiss.

"...not going anywhere..." Yuuji mumbled, voice slurred from pleasure, his fingers threading through soft white hair, tugging.

Satoru snickered, nuzzling him and whispering, "He's just being a little grumpy."

"Fuck you." Sukuna scowled but didn't push him away.

White-haired alpha chuckled, caressing Yuuji's sides and kissing the column of his neck. "I told you, not interested."

"You just ate my cum out of him, you dumb fuck."

"Your spank wasn't that strong. I only tasted Yuuji-kun."

Yuuji bit his lip, embarrassed at how easily those words made him wetter. "You can call me Yuuji, you know?"

Gojo's eyes sparkled with mirth, and he peppered kisses all over his face, making Yuuji giggle.

"How are you so cute, mm? The cutest..."

Those playful kisses turned deep and demanding, leaving the omega breathless, and he whined.

"Put it in!"

Sukuna perked from the side, growling quietly. "Be fucking gentle. He's sore."

Yuuji hissed and smacked his chest. "And whose fault is that? F-fuck..."

Hot cock was sinking into him agonizingly slow. His breath hitched, a slight burn of penetration making him scrunch his nose, but god, did it feel good. Throbbing girth was carving into him, reaching deep, and with another slow push, a thick swelling knot pressed on his cunt. He shivered, nails digging into pale shoulders as Gojo groaned, eyes wide in reverence.

"Fuck, you feel so good—Mmm, f-fuck... Yuuji..."

He sounded winded and heaving, and he started moving. Sweat dripped down his neck, and alpha shivered, burying his nose in Yuuji's neck. His lips were hot on his scent gland, and as he was licking a soft spot, Sukuna yanked him back by the hair, possessive. It jolted Yuuji, who was drifting in pleasure from slow, gentle thrusts, and a loud moan rang in the room.

It wasn't Yuuji, though.

“I fucking knew it,” Sukuna sneered, fisting white hair and watching the way Gojo’s breath stuttered. “You swing both ways, you sleazy fuck.”

Gojo let out a breathless laugh, fucking deeper into Yuuji. "What, you scared I’m gonna bend you over one day?”

The air stilled with razor-sharp tension.

Then Sukuna growled and dragged Satoru into a brutal kiss.

Fuck. Fuck.

Why was it so hot?

They snarled into a violent kiss, teeth clashing, and blood trickled from someone's punctured lip, but it didn't stop them. Rough kiss turned into sensual, and Yuuji's pussy dripped at the sight. Gojo stumbled at another tug of his hair, and with another deep thrust, his knot slipped in.

Everything happened so suddenly.

Yuuji's orgasm punched him out of nowhere, and he wailed, squirting, hypersensitive. Slick splashed between him and Gojo, making everything wet. Satoru's growl shook the walls as his knot swelled to its full mast and locked them together. Hot cum spilled into Yuuji, making him tremble at the sensation. Sukuna snarled, pulling away and pumping his scent like he just entered his rut that was months away.

"Holy shit..."

Satoru laughed breathlessly, mouth bloodied and cheeks red. He grinded into Yuuji, moaning as the omega clenched on him and pulled his legs tighter around his waist. Leaning for a scent, he looked back at Sukuna, who watched them with an unreadable expression.

"Wanna scent?"

Yuuji saw his mate's brows twitch and nostrils flare, but then a possessive wave of cedarwood fell over both of them. A smug grin pulled on his lips as he shuffled impossibly closer, leaning to scent.

"You do want to fuck me, huh? So much for 'not interested.' I bet I could bitch you."

"Right after you get a taste of this dick."

Yuuji could only bite his lips, basking in their scents and shivering between them, because, god, he wanted to see them fuck.

He never thought their compromise would lead to this.

But he liked it.