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PART I

It is universally acknowledged that there are three laws of nature that apply to every single teenage boy and they are thus:

1. They can and will turn everything into a competition.

2. When one presents as an alpha, sex becomes the only thing they can focus on.

3. No matter how much they have convinced themselves that they can—

***

The golden rays of sunrise sit upon the broad shoulders of two seventeen year boys as they walk unhurriedly along the empty sidewalks.

Plastic crinkles as one of them tears into a small bag of candy, while the other watches on, nose wrinkling in disgust as their companion shakes a frankly, absurd amount of candy into his palm and then dumps it into his mouth. Teeth crunch down on the glassy hard candies and the chewing boy catches the dark, narrow gaze of his friend. 

“Wha’?” Satoru asks, mouthful of sugary shards. 

“Don’t talk with your fucking mouth full,” Suguru snaps back, “It’s disgusting.”

Without missing a beat, Satoru leans in closer to his friend— a glint of malice in his eyes, half hidden behind the round shades of his glasses— and opens his mouth wide to show off the crushed medley of candy sitting on the curve of his tongue. 

Suguru grunts and reaches out to shove at the slightly taller boy’s shoulder, sending him careening across the sidewalk and into the low fence acting as a barricade in front of a small residential home. Laughter, bright and carefree, springs from Satoru’s mouth as he grins unrepentantly. He rights himself easily and falls back into step beside his best friend, shaking free a few more candies straight from the bag into his waiting mouth.

Their shoes click quietly against the pavement as they walk in companionable silence, gilded by the early morning sun as it drifts higher over the horizon. Suguru pulls free a soda from the depths of their shared plastic bag filled with treasures from the 24 hour convenience store they’d stopped at a few streets back. The snap and hiss of carbonation cuts through the soft sound of birdsong that echoes through the alleyways they pass by. 

“Sooo,” Satoru says, drawing out the word childishly as he smirks and glances at his best friend over the rim of his glasses. “How was your night? You end up fucking that female beta with the blue hair?” 

Suguru sighs and takes a sip of his soda, attempting to affect an air of indifference though he can’t seem to hide the way his lips twitch into a smirk. “No.”

A crow of victory splits open the quiet of the morning, sending a small flock of tiny birds scattering from the bushes nearby. Satoru pauses in place and shoves a finger into Suguru’s face, nearly poking the end of his nose before Suguru slaps it away. 

“Hah! That means I’m winning!” Satoru squawks with far too much enthusiasm for someone who had spent a sleepless night out crawling through the dingy dive bars located on the fringes of Tokyo. “What did they fucking tell you, huh? That they’re waiting until mating?” 

Suguru huffs a breath through his nose and rolls his eyes. “Of course not. They told me they were strictly interested in other females.” 

Satoru makes a mocking sound of sympathy as he reaches out to pat Suguru’s shoulder condescendingly, looking at him over the tops of his glasses. “ Of course they were. You know what that means, right? I’m up by two —”

“Two?” Suguru’s dark eyebrows fly up in shock.

“That’s right,” Satoru grins, his voice filled with no small amount of conceit. “While you were getting blue-balled by that blue-haired bitch I was getting my dick sucked by some trashed blonde omega and eating the cunt of some pathetic female beta from that all-girls school down the road. Got to lift up that little school skirt and everything— fuck you shoulda seen it. She was wearing these little pink panties and—” 

“You’re not winning,” Suguru says suddenly, grimacing not at Satoru’s description of his conquest, but at the disappointment of his plan backfiring. 

Satoru gasps and throws a glare at his friend. “Don’t be a sore loser, Suguru! It’s simple math… We were both at forty-two last night and if you didn’t get any pussy, but I fucked two which means—”

“We’re tied.”

Satoru’s mouth falls open, gaping wide like a fish on a hook before it snaps closed. They stand facing one another on the otherwise vacant sidewalk, frowning in confusion. 

“Tied?” Satoru says, sounding almost exhausted by the prospect.

Suguru hums and nods, looking down at the sidewalk as he kicks a pebble with the toe of his shoe. “Picked up a pair of twins after you left with the blonde.” 

Silence ebbs between them for several long moments before Satoru blows out a hard sigh and squints up at the sky. 

“Dammit.”

Suguru hums again in disappointment, the sound melding into the quiet chirping of the birds as they tentatively resume their roosting. 

The rest of their walk back to the Tokyo campus of Jujutsu Tech is filled with silence. Each of them stewing in their own sense of defeat at the understanding that once more, they were tied.

It had been eight months since they’d made the bet. 

The nature of their friendship had almost always been based off of a competition of some kind. Who could exorcise a curse the fastest? Who could set a new high score for their favorite arcade game? Who had the best cursed technique? Who could win the latest board game Shoko forced them to play during game night? Who was the strongest?

After they had each managed to present as alphas during the summer between their first and second year when their hormones still raged at them and their knots refused to deflate for more than a few hours at a time, it had only gotten worse.  

Yet another layer was added by their budding secondary genders to their vast sense of arrogance that they had managed to gain, due to the fact that they had been qualified to exorcise Special Grade curses halfway through their first year as students at Jujutsu Tech. However, with the maelstrom of hormones and desire that now filled their veins, their minds honed in on a very singular activity— one that had, very quickly, become one more thing to compete in against one another.

And once they’d realized how easy it was for each of them to convince others to fall into bed with them? 

Well… 

Now, here they were eight months later, sitting neck and neck— as usual.

It’s a low blow for each of their egos, unable to get this one, last foothold against one another. Though they found competition in all other aspects of their life— grades, sports, exorcising curses — there was something about fucking , or at least, the inability to determine who was better at it that had each of them stewing with malcontent.

By the time they arrive back on campus their displeasure has grown into outright irritation. 

It is one thing to compete in a friendly clash— something to keep them both on edge and feed the gaping maw of the beast that lives inside each of them. To have presented as alphas on top of this already staggering need to prove themselves has not only made them want to compete in new ways, but it has made losing all the more intolerable. 

“Can’t believe it’s a fucking tie,” Satoru moans petulantly, nearly dragging his feet as they walk up the long, winding path that leads back to school campus. “I can’t go on like this forever— I’m going to die.”

Suguru rolls his eyes. “More pussy for me, then.”

Satoru snorts in derision, instantly ready to argue some more, rather than whine. He shoots Suguru a glare in the corner of his eye, allowing him to see a flash of iridescent blue peeking out from underneath his rounded glasses. 

“I didn’t say I’m giving up,” Satoru says archly. 

“Don’t see why not,” Suguru replies idly. “Clearly this is one competition you can’t win.”

“Hey!” Satoru snaps, reaching out to flick Suguru’s cheeks. “You should be grateful that I let the whole ‘ twins thing ’ slide. I mean, technically, they should really only count as one since they shared a womb and everything.”

Suguru rolls his eyes even harder. “They weren’t identical twins.”

Satoru pauses and hums in thought, pursing his lips as he reaches up to stroke his fingers along his baby-smooth cheek. “Damn… Does that mean they felt different?” 

Against his better judgment, Suguru snorts in laughter at the question. A smile blooms readily across Satoru’s face and like ash blowing away on the wind, any tension between them dissolves nearly instantly. 

It is how they have always been— at each other’s throats one moment and inseparable confidants the next. Much to the dismay of their peers and teachers at Jujutsu tech— or perhaps anyone unfortunate enough to spend more than fifteen seconds in their presence — their ever shifting attitudes and opinion of one another were just another side effect of their presence and made it nearly impossible to predict just how they would be around one another on any given day.

The morning around them has transformed into the bright possibility of a new day and were it not for the way that each of their outfits were rumpled and their skin reeked of cheap beer and cigarettes and sex , someone might have mistaken them for two young men who had wanted to get a jump on the day.

Suguru glances up through the canopy of tress where sunlight falls through the clusters of newly blooming leaves to dapple the pathway. A frown mars his face.

“Class must’ve already started, huh?” He mutters. 

Satoru shrugs unrepentantly as he resumes walking, digging into their convenience store bag once more to retrieve the bar of chocolate he’d stashed in there at the last minute. He opens it with a flourish and sinks his teeth into it deeply, seeming to relish the way Suguru’s nose wrinkles in disgust for the second time that morning. 

“Who cares? It’s not like we need to be there or anything,” Satoru mutters.

Suguru hums under his breath, falling into step beside his friend again.

“I mean, come on… We’re already the strongest. What could they possibly hope to teach us that we haven’t already—”

“Satoru Gojo! Suguru Geto! Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through?!”

In an instant, any bravado that Satoru might’ve been attempting to tout for the two of them evaporates into the humid morning air. The sound of such disappointment laced into one of the only voices on planet earth that can inspire real regret in the pair of arrogant teenage alphas has both of them snapping to attention. Satoru fumbles with the chocolate bar in an uncharacteristic show of shock, barely managing to catch it before it slips between his fingers to the ground, meanwhile Suguru grimaces and goes tense his shoulders bunching up by his ears as though he might be able to disappear entirely— but, no such luck.

Both boys make eye contact, wince in remorse, and then turn to watch as Itadori-sensei bears down upon them from the other end of the path, an unsympathetic Shoko stuck close to his side.

A glare is set on the omega’s face as he approaches both boys. The scars cut deep into his face pull taut as  he frowns in displeasure, his black uniform neat and tidy where it wraps over his powerful body. Under the dappled glow of morning sunlight his cherry-blossom pink hair is alight with the barest strands of gold and his amber honey eyes darken with disapproval.

The sight of it makes Satoru and Suguru shudder in tandem, both of them dropping their heads in a small bow of contrition as their sensei comes to stand before them, thick arms crossing over his broad chest. 

Despite their omegan sensei’s smaller stature, there is something about his presence that makes him feel larger than life. Perhaps it is due in part to the ancient soul tied to his own— the vessel of Sukuna Ryoumen.

It was by sheer luck that the pair had ended up under the tutelage of Itadori-sensei, who had merely been hired as a stand-in until another teacher could be hired. After all, at only twenty nine, Itadori-sensei was one of the most powerful Jujutsu sorcerers of the century, not only for his own power, but for the power that lurked just below the surface. 

And for Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto— two teenage alphas who believed themselves to be the strongest (or at least well on their way to being so)— they had both immediately come to the conclusion that if there was ever going to be someone who was worth their respect, it was Yuuji Itadori. 

Though the omega kept his designation under lock and key— a strict supply of suppressants supplied by the school’s infirmary and a scent patch kept over his gland at all times— Itadori-sensei had never once allowed the world to use that supposed weakness against him. 

A seemingly kind hearted man, who apparently housed the soul of Sukuna, the King of Curses, Itadori-sensei was something of an enigma to those around him. One that is often speculated on by the students— and teachers alike.  

Because while he hid his secondary gender well and acted as a beta more often than not with his penchant for neutrality and unbending loyalty, it was also no secret that Sukuna Ryoumen’s designation— if the legends were to be believed— was an alpha.

To think that not only did Itadori-sensei share in the power of the King of Curses, but somehow had to manage the strange dichotomy of both omega and alpha tendencies? It was a riddle that no one seemed capable of staying away from. 

The meekness of an omega tempered by the demands of an alpha— surely it was enough to tug at the sanity of any normal person, though Itadori-sensei seemed to handle it with ease. 

It was odd and even more so, it had to be a difficult balance to keep, and yet Itadori-sensei had never once wavered in front of his students. His self control was evident in every single mission, every thought, every word, every action. Able to perform feats that no normal sorcerer dared to dream of and yet retaining the humbleness of a man who was far less important than him— it was strange.

And while Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto had been speculated to meet or even surpass Itadori-sensei one day in terms of strength with their cursed techniques, there is still something… Reverential … In the way that they adhere to their sensei’s commands. As though, despite their conceit and arrogance in their own potential, they see Itadori-sensei as something— someone — who will always be above them.

Who will always be better than them.

“Itadori-sensei.” Both Satoru and Suguru speak the title in tandem as they keep their heads bowed in contrition— perhaps not for their actions, but certainly for getting caught by the only man who had ever managed to call them to heel. 

“And just where were you two last night?” Itadori-sensei asks, voice cold with disappointment that has both young alphas nearly whimpering with guilt. 

“We were up early and—” Satoru starts, but then stops when Itadori-sensei holds up a hand between them.

“Don’t bother lying about not being on campus last night. Fushiguro did bed-checks last night and neither of you were in yours,” Itadori-sensei says, carefully looking between the boys. 

Satoru seems to deflate in place as he fidgets slightly with the handle of the plastic bag in his hands. 

“We went down into the nearby town and spent the night drinking,” Suguru says, coming clean in the face of Itadori-sensei’s vexation. Satoru gapes slightly at his friend, though there is little doubt that he was only seconds away from admitting the truth just the same. 

Itadori-sensei looks between them carefully, taking in their rumpled appearances and all at once, both teenage alphas can feel just how grimy they are. Satoru reaches up to scratch at the side of the neck and flakes of glitter fall away. Suguru shifts slightly and averts his gaze, aware of just how sticky the skin of his lower belly feels. Each one of them becomes viscerally aware of how dirty they are and they squirm before their sensei, unwilling to allow him to see them at such a low point. 

With a sigh, Itadori-sensei reaches up to pinch at the scarred bridge of his nose and closes his eyes to hide the frustration swimming through their amber honey color. Suguru shares a glance with Satoru in the corner of his eye while their sensei stews silently over whatever he might say next. 

“I wish I could say that I’m surprised,” Itadori-sensei says with a long, put-upon sigh. He blinks back at the teenage boys before him, already a few inches taller than him despite their near ten year age gap. “But I suppose that it’s not entirely unexpected. I’m sure that the two of you have been feeling rather cooped up on campus… Especially with some of your more… Pressing … Instincts calling for attention.”

Suguru grimaces and Satoru recoils with a sound of disgust, despite the fact that their sensei is not far off the mark at all.

“Itadori-sensei, please don’t—” Suguru starts.

“Yuuji, nooo—” Satoru whines.

Itadori-sensei holds up a hand to stop the boy’s complaints in their tracks, shooting them an amused look, soft with fondness at the edges. 

“Satoru, I’ve told you not to call me that,” Itadori-sensei chastises, causing Satoru to pout sullenly and cross his arms. “There’s no shame in understanding what your bodies need in order to ensure your performance is at its highest. In the world of Jujutsu there can be no room for mistakes or distractions. If that means that the both of you must tend to your baser needs in order to keep a level head in the field then I can’t fault you for it… You’d hardly be the first Jujutsu students to blow off some steam that way—”

“Please, I’m begging you to stop —” Satoru groans.

“Itadori-sensei, there’s no need to explain—” Suguru shudders.

“All I’m saying,” Itadori-sensei says with a knowing smirk, “Is that you boys are going through a normal period of self exploration and it’s important for you to—”

“La La La La La!” Satoru nearly shrieks, lifting his hands to cup them over his ears as he shuts his eyes tight. 

Suguru merely goes nonverbal, his gaze adopting a glassy sheen as it goes distant, clearly preparing to disassociate while Itadori-sensei goes into a detailed explanation of pubescent alphan needs.

Itadori-sensei huffs a laugh at their responses and cuts himself off. He shares a look with Shoko, who has remained silent at his side, clearly taking joy in watching her class companions suffer at the hands of their sensei for their actions. 

“Fine, fine,” Itadori-sensei murmurs, holding both hands up in surrender for a moment before he stuffs them deep into the pockets of his black trousers. His face goes even softer at the edges as he finally relents, smiling gently at the pair of recalcitrant teenage alphas before him. Even with the sleeves of his signature black teacher’s coat wrapped around him, the bulge of his biceps can be seen through the material. His stance sits wide and solid, and despite his shorter height, he is built and corded with a strength that speaks more to an alpha’s than an omega’s. “From now on you both have to inform one of the teachers if you need to leave the campus for a night out, is that clear?”

“Yes, sensei.” Satoru and Suguru answer in tandem.

Itadori-sensei nods, pleased with the response before he takes in their disheveled appearance once more and wrinkles his nose slightly. “Why don’t the both of you get cleaned up and then we can all meet on the training field for some hands-on practice?

Both boys seem to perk up a bit at the promise of practicing combat rather than sitting through a lecture.

Shoko snorts quietly. “Pushover.”

Itadori-sensei shoots her a glance and smirks slightly. “Unless you’d rather we all participate in a round-table discussion about cursed technique theory and its trajectory for the future of Jujutsu sorcerers?” 

Shoko’s eyes widen subtly and she shakes her head, cowed by Itadori-sensei’s gentle reproach.

“That’s what I thought,” Itadori-sensei hums and reaches out to pat at her head. Shoko glares slightly up under her lashes, but hardly does anything to move away from her sensei’s touch while Satoru and Suguru watch Itadori-sensei’s movements the way a pair of predators would watch their prey. “I’ll give you all an hour to get straightened up and we’ll meet on the field.”

Itadori-sensei drops his hand from Shoko’s head and gives the boys one last meaningful glance before he turns on his heel and starts back up the path towards the school. 

It’s only after he’s made it out of earshot, around the wide corner of the path up ahead, that Satoru and Suguru dare to breathe.

Satoru lets out a groan, rolling his head back along his shoulders as he glares at the sky, while Suguru glares darkly at the ground.

“You guys are so pathetic,” Shoko mutters, drawing their attention to her. 

“Shut up, Shoko,” Suguru snaps back, though his voice hardly holds any heat. 

“You’re such a bitch,” Satoru whines.

Shoko shrugs a delicate shoulder and looks them over. “Maybe… But at least I’m not out here looking like human pieces of garbage in front of the one person I admire.” 

Suguru shudders and lifts a hand to wipe at his face. “Don’t remind me.”

Shoko merely reaches for the cigarette tucked behind her ear and reaches into her pocket for a lighter. 

Satoru grunts in annoyance as she sucks in a lungful of smoke and blows it in his direction. “Can you fucking not ?” 

Shoko ignores his complaint as the three of them start the trek back to campus together with Shoko walking between them. 

“Was it worth it at least?” She asks after a few moments of quiet.

Satoru pouts petulantly. “We’re tied.” 

“Again.” Suguru sighs.

Shoko hums and takes another drag from her cigarette. “I hate to say it boys, but I think you’re doomed to stay tied unless you change the rules of the game.”

Suguru shoots her a half-hearted glare. 

“And just how would you suggest we do that?” Satoru snaps sullenly. 

Shoko shrugs a shoulder. “I dunno… Maybe you guys could make it about skill instead of straight up body count.” 

“Like how well we can get them off?” Satoru asks.

Shoko nods.

“I mean… That might work,” Satoru says slowly, squinting up at the canopy above them as he thinks it through. “Maybe we could divide it up into categories or something? Who can get them to cum the fastest… Or— oh! What about who can get their partner to squirt?” 

Suguru huffs in irritation. “Getting your partner to squirt is hardly a good way to tell if you’re better. ”

“Spoken like an alpha that’s never managed to do it, ” Satoru says with a mean smile pointed in his friend’s direction.

“I’m merely being realistic,” Suguru snaps. “Real talent lies in drawing it all out… I’m willing to bet that you probably drool all over your partner like a blind dog and hope for the best. There’s a real technique to it, you know? It takes finesse to figure out what your partner wants.”

“I certainly didn’t need finesse when I made that girl squirt all over my face last night,” Satoru smirks contemptuously. 

“Oh, please,” Shoko interrupts suddenly, breaking into the boy’s devolving argument. “It takes barely any effort to get someone to squirt. I make Utahime do it all the time… She’s a total slut for overstimulation.”

Satoru blanches at her for a moment while Suguru laughs mockingly at the sight— all too happy to watch Satoru be shoved off of his high horse. 

“Yeah, okay,” Satoru clears his throat. “Maybe not squirting then... Oh, wait! I know! There was also that one omega I picked up in Shinjuku last week with the—”

“To be fair, it’s going to be rather difficult to judge who’s better in bed, given that we’d have to sleep with the same partners to get a fair assessment of who was more skilled,” Suguru interrupts seamlessly.

Satoru snorts. “As if I’d ever go for the same type of ass that you like, Suguru.”

Suguru glares at his friend over the top of Shoko’s head. “You mean because I actually have standards?”

Satoru gapes in affront at his friend’s insult and pauses for a moment on the path, attempting to reach over Shoko’s head to slap the back of his head. 

Suguru dodges it easily and Shoko makes a noise of annoyance, putting both boys back in place for the time being. 

“Well there has to be some way for you guys to settle this stupid bet,” Shoko says, waving her cigarette in the air. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take… And I’m not even involved.”

Satoru and Suguru both lapse into contemplation and overhead, the sound of birdsong is all that cuts through the silence of the humid spring morning. 

Suddenly, Shoko gasps. “Itadori-sensei!” 

Both boys’ heads snap up to attention, eyes scanning the area for any sign of their teacher. When they find no trace of the pink-haired sorcerer they turn matching glares on Shoko. 

“Huh?” Satoru grunts eloquently. 

Shoko, however, looks as though she has just won the lottery. Her dark eyes gleam with something a bit manic as she flicks some ash to the ground from the end of her cigarette and waves her hands between both teenage alphas. “Why not use Itadori-sensei as the tie-breaker?”

Satoru and Suguru remain silent for several long moments, lifting their gazes to meet one another's, brows furrowed in confusion before they drop back down to Shoko.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Satoru asks, looking at her over the tops of his glasses. 

Shoko grins around her cigarette as she pulls more smoke into her lungs, the devious glint in her eye growing stronger by the second. 

“I mean, you’re both obsessed with him, right?” She points out, leaving both boys to glance away, cheeks burning with blushes at being so pointedly called out. “You’d definitely both fuck him if given half a chance and since you guys aren’t getting anywhere with your bet on who can fuck the most , you guys should focus on figuring out who can fuck better. ” 

Silence meets Shoko’s suggestion as both boys stare at her in bewilderment. 

“Absolutely not,” Suguru says quietly. 

“That’s genius!” Satoru crows. 

Shoko huffs a satisfied laugh and performs a tiny mock bow for him. “I know, right?”

Suguru crosses his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing at his friends. “And just how would we do that? We’re talking about Itadori-sensei. He could literally cut us all to ribbons if we overstepped, never mind if we tried to seduce him. ”

Satoru lifts a hand to stroke at his chin in thought. “You do make a good point… I’d rather stay un-ribbon-ified if possible.”

“Oh, that part’s easy,” Shoko says suddenly, breaking into the conversation once again. Both boys look at her questioningly and she wiggles her half-burned cigarette at herself. “I manage all of the prescriptions in the school infirmary. Itadori-sensei gets his suppressants from there too… All I’ve got to do is switch them out for a placebo and make sure that you two are in the right place when his heat gets triggered.”

Suguru pales slightly. “That is… So—”

“Genius!” Satoru crows. 

Suguru’s mouth drops as he stares at his friend so readily agreeing to this madness. 

“You can’t be serious, Satoru,” Suguru says slowly. 

Satoru tilts his head, not unlike a confused puppy as he looks back. “Why wouldn’t I be? We both want to fuck Itadori-sensei and this is like, the perfect plan to get him to let us.”

“You want to heat-trap our fucking teacher,” Suguru says, though even his own barriers of morality have started to buckle beneath the weight of promise that this plan brings. 

Satoru shrugs a broad shoulder. “Can you think of a better way to finally settle our bet?” 

Suguru’s mouth closes with a snap and his gaze drifts away from his friend to stare up the path that Itadori-sensei had disappeared down. 

“Come on, Suguru,” Satoru wheedles, sidling up beside him and slinging a lanky arm around his shoulders. He gives Suguru a shake and grins down at him. “It’ll be so much fun.”

“I don’t know,” Suguru mutters, his moral compass swinging wildly within him.

“I mean… You don’t have to,” Satoru drawls mockingly as he slips away from Suguru. “I’d be hesitant too, if I were you… Agreeing to something and already knowing that I’d lose.”

The spring breeze floats by carrying the sound of birds chirping and the faint stench of cigarette smoke, and faintly, in the distance, Suguru is sure that he can hear that moral compass inside of him shatter.

Without a word he tilts his body and holds out a hand toward his best friend. 

“Fine,” he says lowly, eyes narrowing with determination. “It’s a bet. Whoever can fuck Itadori-sensei better during his heat will be named the best. No re-dos. No second chances.”

Satoru flashes a blinding smile that is a bit too sharp to be anything but threatening. He reaches back and clasps his hand to Suguru’s, holding tight as they shake on it. 

“It’s a bet.”

***

The third law of nature when it comes to teenage alphas, is as follows:

3. No matter how much they have convinced themselves that they can satisfy their partners, they do not inherently know how to be a good fuck.

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PART II

In a sudden, strange phenomenon, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto become Jujutsu Tech’s most diligent students. 

Much to the surprise of their peers and teachers, the pair of teenage alphas— who were so well known for being at each other’s throats or terrorizing the rest of the Tokyo campus with their arrogance— had become nearly docile. 

They attended their lessons without complaint. They showed up for training on time and with nary an argument for how it was unneeded. They went on missions dictated to them by their sensei and hardly strayed from their objectives— exorcising Special Grade curses with ease and a sense of protocol that was… Odd. To say the least. 

However, while most of Jujutsu Tech’s population were all too eager to accept this strange turn of events, if anyone were to look just a bit closer at the pair of teenage alphas, they would see that there was something else guiding their newfound streak of good behavior. 

They would see the gleam of hunger in their gazes as they lingered sharply on their sensei. They would notice the tang of dominance in their fledgling scents that were left uncovered by scent patches. They would realize that the pair of young alphas— while uncharacteristically well-behaved— seemed a bit on edge. 

As though they were waiting for something to happen .

And exactly nine days after Itadori-sensei’s suppressants were switched, that ‘something’ finally does.

***

The mission was classified as ‘Low-Risk’. 

Four Grade 3 curses had been wreaking havoc in a low-income residential area in a northern province outside of Tokyo and as a result of their spreading chaos— and the group of first-graders that had been murdered by them on their way home from school — the elders had dispatched Yuuji Itadori to mitigate the issue alongside his two most prodigious students. 

It hadn’t taken long for the trio to neutralize three of the curses in the portion of the residential area that they had cordoned off for the exorcism to take place. And yet, despite its lower rank, the last curse had managed to evade them at every turn. 

Yuuji rolls his shoulders back as a tingling burn begins to creep under his skin. He glares at the crumpled corpse of one of the curses, oozing a disgusting black goo across the cracked pavement. Lifting his gaze he finds his two teenage wards standing a little ways away, looking determined and furious, but no worse for wear after their fight. 

“Good job, boys,” Yuuji murmurs as he moves towards them, stepping through the puddles of black goo that sticks like hot tar to the bottom of his shoes. He lifts his hands to clap them on the boy’s shoulders in congratulations. “Geto-kun, that was an excellent use of your technique— are the squids new?”

“Yes, sensei,” Geto dips his head in agreement, his dark gaze cutting from Yuuji’s face to where his pale hand sits on his shoulder and then back again. “I acquired them two missions ago.”

“Right,” Yuuji murmurs, mulling over the information before he squeezes his shoulder and drops his hand, only to turn his gaze on Satoru. “And you, Gojo-kun. I’m impressed by your restraint. It seems like you're able to refine Limitless into more of a weapon each time you use it against someone.” 

Gojo responds with a broad, triumphant grin that hardly speaks to humbleness. “Of course, Yuuji! I’ve been practicing.”

“I told you not to call me that,” Yuuji sighs, though he can hardly keep the small smile off of his face.

Gojo’s lips tilt into a frown and Yuuji instantly thinks of a dejected puppy. 

“I thought we were friends ?” Gojo asks sulkily.

“I’m your teacher,” Yuuji points out, moving past the pair of boys and continuing down the vacant sidewalk, keeping vigilance as he watches for the last curse. 

“You can’t be both?” Gojo wheedles. 

“Leave it, Satoru,” Geto snaps under his breath in response. 

Yuuji’s smile widens a bit as he paces down the empty road, avoiding cracks and divots in the pavement. “There is a certain kind of… Propriety that has to be upheld between teachers and students. I am here to educate you on how to become the best sorcerers you can be and—”

“ Pshh, ” Gojo interrupts. “We’re already the best!” 

A sudden, horrific snarl rents the air and from the alleyway behind Gojo and Geto, the last curse emerges— terrible and furious, the blob of melting, black goo launches itself towards the pair of teenage boys. It’s maw, filled with rows upon rows of needle-sharp teeth, is open and waiting to swallow them whole as it moves with a near untraceable speed. 

Gojo and Geto barely have time to register it is upon them, before Yuuji launches himself forward, fist pulled back and lands a singular black flash hit against the curse, sending it flying back with a shriek. It splats wetly into the brick wall at the other end of the alleyway and makes a quiet gurgling sound before it disperses, melting to the ground into puddles of viscous black goo, just like the others.

Yuuji straightens up and shakes out his hand, twitching his head to the side in order to crack his neck as that strange, humming energy strengthens under his skin. He turns back around to find his students watching him with no small amount of awe in their gazes and he lets a slightly boyish grin cross his lips, tugging awkwardly at the notch of scar tissue in the corner of his mouth. 

“You were saying, Gojo-kun?” Yuuji prompts almost playfully. 

A soft dusting of pink suffuses Gojo’s cheeks as he lifts a hand to rub the back of his neck and averts his shaded gaze from Yuuji’s. 

“I mean… Maybe there’s some stuff that we still can learn…” the boy mutters and Yuuji can’t help but huff a laugh at him. 

He opens his mouth to relay their next course of action, only to double over with a deep groan as painful cramps twist through his lower abdomen. 

“Sensei!” Geto calls. 

“Yuuji? Are you okay?” Gojo asks instantly. 

Both boys crowd in closer to him, pressing in on both sides as Yuuji breathes through the cramps that roil within him. Sweat springs up on the back of his neck, dripping down his spine as that itch of… Something… under his skin rises to a fever pitch.

“ Fuck ,” Yuuji mutters, brow furrowing as realization dawns on him all too easily. 

“What can we do?” Geto asks gently, placing a warm hand against Yuuji’s lower back— broad and stable and comforting in a way that makes something deep inside of Yuuji want to whine and arch into the touch. 

“How can we help you, sensei ?” Gojo breathes into his ear, dipping low enough that the plush curve of his lips brush against the delicate shell of Yuuji’s ear. His arm wraps over midsection, allowing his long, elegant fingers to wrap tight over Yuuji’s hips, allowing a more animal part of the omega’s brain to wonder how much pressure it might take for them to put bruises on his skin.

Another wave of discomfort rolls through Yuuji as the blood in his veins begins to boil and a sense of need builds inside of him until it is the only thing he can focus on. 

Yuuji lifts himself up as much as he’s able to, sweating profusely as the heat rises inside of him and the tell-tale sweetness of his scent begins to bloom around them, barely contained by the scent patch plastered to the side of his neck. 

“I need to—” Yuuji rasps, feeling his head waver slightly as another wave of blazing heat shoots through his core and settles low in his belly. A molten warmth spreads between his legs as slick begins to leak freely from his cunt. “I need to get back— I have to— My heat. ”

His hazy gaze barely catches the way that Gojo and Geto meet each other’s gazes over the top of his head, gleaming with some unspoken conversation. Another swell of cramps sends Yuuji doubling over in pain again, allowing the two teenage alphas to gladly take his weight. 

“Don’t worry about a thing, sensei,” Gojo murmurs sweetly into his ear, squeezing deftly at his hip.

Geto’s hand strokes a hot line up Yuuji’s bowed spine and comes to rest at the nape of his neck. “We’ll take care of you, sensei.”

Yuuji’s mouth feels like the dried up bed of a river in a drought. All words flee from him as the heat climbs through his veins and into his brain, sending his thoughts scattering to the wind. Despite his muscle mass, he is lifted easily into Gojo’s arms, as limp as a scruffed pup and whining gently as his nose finds the uncovered scent gland against the curve of the boy’s neck. 

Distantly he hears voices bickering back and forth, though he can hardly make sense of them as he slips furthering into the tempting daze of heat surrounding him.

And yet, deep within him the eye of a slumbering beast cracks open— utterly aware and all too pleased with what is about to happen.

***

“I don’t understand why we can’t do this in my dorm room.” 

“Because you grew up with maids and servants and you never learned how to fucking clean anything. I’ve seen how much dust is on your blinds.”

“I don’t think Yuuji-sensei is going to give a fuck about dusty blinds while he’s stuck on our knots.”

Suguru shoots a glare at his friend as he shoves open the door of his dorm room with his shoulder. Flicking on the lights, the small, neatly kept space is illuminated by the overhead lights and Satoru is quick to move inside, carrying a heat-delirious Yuuji Itadori in his arms. 

The taller boy carries him towards the bed— a standard full size, issued by the school to all alphas and omegas who often needed space for… sharing . He shoves an— admittedly, adorable— crocheted togepi off of the bed and tsks under his breath as he lays down Yuuji onto the downy comforter. 

“Really, Suguru? Pokemon? I thought we’d agreed Digimon is far superior,” Satoru sniffs, plucking up the crocheted togepi and eyeing with disdain. 

On the other side of the room, Suguru throws the bolt of his lock and seals the three of them within the room. He turns a glare on his friend, allowing his dark gaze to drift between the crocheted pokemon in his hands and then towards the wriggling form of their heat-delirious teacher. 

“I need you to focus on more important things right now,” Suguru mutters pointedly. 

Satoru throws a hand to his chest as though he’s been wounded, while also tossing the togepi across the room with a little too much force. “Digimon is always important to me and—”

Suguru rolls his eyes as he reaches toward the collar of his uniform and begins to push gold buttons through the eyelets. “If you keep talking about fucking digimon when we finally have Itadori-sensei like this, I’m going to assume that you forfeit.”

“I would never !” Satoru gasps.

Suguru’s lip curls in frustration as he tosses his uniform jacket to the floor and reaches behind his head to grab the collar of his shirt in order to strip it off. Bare chested, he glares at his friend and throws the wadded up undershirt at Satoru’s face. “Then fucking focus. ”

On the bed, Yuuji whines and whimpers. He wriggles on his back amidst the rumpled comforter and instinctively both Satoru and Suguru coo to the distressed omega, pausing briefly as they each disrobe to reach out and stroke along their teacher’s limbs in an effort to soothe him.

Suguru manages to push off his pants first and climbs up onto the bed, still clothed in a pair of black boxer briefs as he settles the line of his body against Itadori-sensei’s overheated one. Satoru flails slightly as he kicks off his own pants, revealing the fact that he has forgone wearing underwear entirely.

Suguru arches a brow as Satoru’s cock swings wildly and slaps at his lower belly. The loose skin of his knot already tightening around the beginnings of a bulge. He lifts his unimpressed gaze to his friend’s. “ Really? ”

“What?” Satoru shrugs a pale shoulder, rounded with the beginnings of muscle. He crawls onto the bed, utterly naked aside from the white socks he’s elected to keep on and plasters himself to Itadori-sensei’s other side like a leech. “It’s called being efficient. ”

Suguru rolls his eyes. “You’re disgusting.”

Satoru grins unashamedly as he starts to toy with the zipper at the front of Itadori-sensei’s uniform.

“So how should we do this?” Satoru asks eagerly, looking down at the whimpering, dazed mess of their sensei, so lost to his sudden heat that he hardly seems to know where he is. 

Suguru hums and strokes gentle fingers against Itadori-sensei’s cheek.

He really is so pretty. 

All golden skin and scars, soft pink hair and an iron edge of strength. There really is no other omega in the world like him. 

“ Please ,” Itadori-sensei begs desperately as he squirms against the bed. “Please, please. ”

It’s unclear whether the omega knows what— or who — he is begging for in that moment, but Satoru and Suguru look at one another over their teacher’s writhing form and share a silent moment of communication before they both begin to strip the omega of his clothes. Inch by inch, the fabric is pulled away to reveal carved muscles covered in golden skin and cut through with scars from previous battles. A soft line of downy pink hair leads down the flat plane of the omega’s lower belly, all the way to a neatly trimmed patch covering the mound of his cunt. 

Both boys eye hungrily where the seam of Itadori’s pussy is drenched with slick, darkening the curls of his pubic hair. The fragrant, musky scent of sex fills the air as it’s revealed and as Itadori whines and shifts his thighs open and closed, the flash of pink, wet flesh is like a siren call to them both— sending their pulses pounding and their knots aching as they reach in tandem towards the omega’s plush folds. 

“Hey!” Satoru snaps, the hint of a growl in his voice as he grabs Suguru’s wrist. “We never decided that you got to go first!” 

Suguru snarls back instantly. “Well we never said that you could either! ” 

The boys glare at one another clearly at an impasse until finally Suguru sighs and rips his wrist out of Satoru’s hold. 

“We’ll just have to do it together,” Suguru says, not entirely thrilled by the idea.

Satoru lets out a displeased sound, but can hardly argue the point— especially not when Itadori-sensei wriggles like an impatient pup between them, moaning needily and smells so sweet. 

“Oh, wait!” Satoru says, prompting Suguru to pause with his hand on Itadori-sensei’s thigh, fingers dipping in toward the crease where it meets his hip. He watches as, without any hesitation, Satoru reaches up and rips the scent patch off of Itadori’s neck, allowing the omega’s heady scent to roll in like a rising tide through the room. The smell of sunshine and sugar is tinged by the deepening muskiness of their sensei’s heat and mimicking the scent of his sex as slick oozes out of him at an alarming rate. 

Satoru tosses the scent patch to the floor and then snuggles up tight beside Itadori-sensei once more, a beaming grin on his face as he ducks his head down to lick a stripe up the side of their teacher’s throat. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

Suguru mumbles something about being a child , but any other words of reprimand are stolen from him entirely as his fingers slip up the feverish skin of Itadori’s thigh and dip in towards the plump, slick covered lips of his pretty cunt. At the same time, Satoru allows his hand to drift over Itadori-sensei’s hip and lets his own fingers slip into that wet seam and press against the hot, silky flesh.

In tandem, the teenage alphas groan at the feeling of their sensei’s hot pussy, so wet and eager against their exploratory fingers. Beneath their touch, Itadori-sensei whines and lets out a shuddering breath. Sweat gilds the golden skin of his chest and Satoru leans in, unbidden, to seal his lips around one of the teacher’s dusky nipples, sucking eagerly against the tender bud. 

“Fuck, he’s so wet, ” Suguru murmurs, mostly to himself as he lets his fingers pass slip and slide between Satoru’s as they softly stroke Itadori-sensei’s pussy, swirling the pad of his thumb against the omega’s stiff, rosy clit. 

Itadori-sensei trembles at the touch, hips wriggling desperately as he grunts quietly. Eyes fluttering, he stares dazedly up at the ceiling and hardly seems to remember who he is as his body instinctively seeks out more pleasure under the touch of his students. 

Satoru releases Itadori-sensei’s nipple with a lewd pop and groans as he lets his fingers slip down to stroke against the hot opening of his cunt, allowing the tips of two fingers to dip into his needy hole. Suguru hums in wordless agreement as he watches avidly where his own fingers deftly rub quick circles around Itadori-sensei’s clit. 

Itadori-sensei’s brow furrows and his hips twitch faster against the onslaught. The quiet keens of need that get dragged up his throat are a symphony to the two teenage alphas, who are utterly entranced by their teacher’s pleasure. Their bet almost entirely forgotten in the wake of actually seeing Itadori-sensei in the throes of his heat. 

So lost to the sight of their teacher’s delirious pleasure, they are both taken by surprise when Itadori-sensei’s muscles suddenly go tense and a high pitched whine leaves the older omega’s throat. His body shudders from head to toe and it takes them both a few moments to realize that they made Itadori-sensei cum. 

Their gazes meet over their teacher’s heaving chest as he whines and whimpers and trembles through the aftershocks of the first orgasm of his heat— competition forgotten briefly, they grin at one another with no small amount of pride. Pressed flush against Itadori-sensei’s warm body, they stroke their fingers through his sensitive lower lips, playing in and spreading around the obscene amount of slick that oozes out of his hole.

“Well… I have to be honest, I’m not very impressed…”

Both teenage alphas freeze like a pair of rabbits caught in the same snare.

Their fingers go still, drenched in Itadori-sensei’s fluids and cradled by plush, silky flesh. Eyes widen and lift up slightly, dragging up the sweat-slicked ling of Itadori-sensei’s body until they each meet his unimpressed, amber gaze. 

Satoru’s mouth flops open like a fish while Suguru stutters slightly and makes a slightly aborted motion to pull his hand back from between Itadori-sensei’s legs like a child caught with their hand in a cookie jar. 

“No, no,” Itadori-sensei says sharply, making Suguru freeze in place, hand hovering awkwardly above his thigh, his fingers gleaming in the overhead lights where Itadori-sensei’s cum drips from them. “Don’t stop now… Both of you were so clever to get me here, it’d be a shame to let your hard work go to waste.”

Satoru’s eyes widen further, his round shades slipping down the bridge of his nose as he stares in shocked horror at their teacher. “Wha– What do you mean?”

Itadori-sensei snorts quietly, lifting a hand up to push at the sweat-damp pink locks plastered to his forehead before he reaches out and takes Satoru’s jaw in an iron grip. For the briefest of moments his amber eyes deepen to a darker shade— one that almost looks red. 

He looks between Satoru and Suguru, pinning them in place while the perfume of his need clouds the air around them. 

“Did you both really think I wouldn’t notice the difference in my suppressants being switched?” he asks with an edge of mocking in his voice. “I assume young Shoko helped you out there… I’ll have to speak with Junpei about keeping a closer eye on his interns.”

“It’s not what it—” Suguru starts.

“Looks like?” Itadori-sensei finishes, arching a pink brow at the other boy. Suguru squirms in place, boxer briefs tented obscenely despite the terror of the moment, and Itadori-sensei can’t help but reach out and stroke the fingers of his free hand delicately over the ridge of the boy’s cock. “A bit hard to paint this in any other way than how it is, don’t you think?”

Suguru’s breath shudders out of him as Itadori-sensei’s fingers trace a light path down his cock until they can brush against the bulge of his knot, pressed against the dark fabric. 

“You boys have been so caught up in your little bet that it seems like you hardly even learned anything ,” Itadori-sensei coos gently. “I mean really… Petting at my pussy like that as though it’s the first one you’ve ever touched? Don’t tell me you boys have done this to any of your other partners before.”

Satoru whimpers as Itadori-sensei’s fingers slip between plush lips and stroke against his tongue, his glasses fall off of his face fully to reveal his luminescent gaze. 

“We— I don’t—” Suguru gasps as Itadori-sensei’s fingers suddenly wrap tight around his knot. 

“I don’t remember asking you for an explanation,” Itadori-sensei says sharply in reprimand, making both boys shudder in response. “I think that paltry example of your sexual prowess was enough of a clarification on just how little you’ve learned during your exploits.”

Without a word Itadori-sensei strokes Suguru’s cock through his briefs and strokes his fingers against Satoru’s tongue in tandem. The young alphas whimper needily in reply, utterly at the mercy of the older omega. 

“It’s okay though,” Itadori-sensei coos again. “You boys are such fast learners, aren’t you? You should both be able to keep up with me… Don’t you think?” 

Suguru moans as Itadori-sensei’s hand strokes his knot expertly. 

Satoru whimpers, choking on the hint of a gag as Itadori-sensei’s fingers dip towards the back of his throat. 

Itadori-sensei laughs, low and heated, his eyes flashing once more from amber to red and back again.

“I thought so…” He murmurs, nearly purring as the heat begins to rise in his body and the two young, nubile bodies pressed against him begin to writhe in unison with pleasure. “My heats usually last for five days… Shall we see what else I can teach you?” 

“ Yes, sensei ,” Two voices answer breathily. 

“ Good boys ,” Itadori-sensei croons to them. “Now, come here.”

The boys go willingly. Rising up against the sides of Itadori-sensei’s body, they push closer, nuzzling in against his neck and cheeks like affectionate pets. A trilling purr suffuses the air, rumbling out of Itadori-sensei’s chest as he pets into their hair and lifts his head to kiss them both. Using his grip on their napes, he tugs and pushes them each into position, stealing hot, messy kisses from slack mouths, dipping tongues against one anothers as they share the same breaths. 

“That’s it,” Itadori-sensei murmurs as both boys fall into a daze of their own, due in part to the production of his heat pheromones as well as the drugging kisses that their teacher presses against their lips again and again and again.

The sweetness of Itadori-sensei’s scent takes on that super-heated edge once more as another spike in his heat begins. Slick smears between muscular thighs and both teenagers wiggle impatiently at his sides, prompting Itadori-sensei to laugh condescendingly at their need. 

“You’d think you boys were the ones in heat the way you’re acting,” he comments idly, prompting both boys to whine in hazy embarrassment. 

It takes hardly any convincing to strip Suguru from his briefs and to lay him down on his back in the center of the bed. 

“You lay nice and still for me, alright baby? And Satoru, you come right up here behind me,” Itadori-sensei says gently as he pushes him up to straddle the boy’s hips, taking in his student’s wide eyed gaze with a deep-seated greediness. 

Satoru scrambles onto his knees, gangly limbs flying with ungainly movements as he rushes to do as he has been commanded. 

Itadori-sensei huffs another laugh and encourages the taller boy to crowd up against his back, allowing him to snuffle into the curve of his neck. Meanwhile, Suguru whimpers quietly beneath him, hot hands sliding up to caress the thick muscles of Itadori-sensei’s thighs, staring raptly at his wet cunt where the curve of his engorged clit peeks out between plump lips. 

“My good boys,” Itadori-sensei praises as he reaches down between his legs to rub his fingers expertly between his silky folds, allowing them to become covered in his own slick. “I’d usually take my time a bit more, but since you boys were so greedy with me the first time, I think turnabout is fair play, right?” 

Suguru opens his mouth to reply, tongue clumsy as he gazes up at his teacher, watching his fingers deftly play with his own clit. Satoru mouths wet, clumsy kisses against Itadori’s neck, whimpering like a newborn pup. 

Without any warning, Itadori-sensei reaches down to wrap his free hand around Suguru’s cock, ripping free a moan from the teenage boy. His eyes flutter closed as Itadori-sensei strokes him root to tip, taking care to apply mind-numbing pressure to his knot before repeating the motion again and again. And at the same time, Satoru makes a ragged sound of surprise. 

“Oh— God . Fuck .” Satoru chokes out the words, staring down into the space between Itadori-sensei’s body and his own.

Itadori-sensei lets out a breathy chuckle, his half-lidded eyes looking back over his shoulder at Satoru’s slack-jawed expression. “Why don’t you share with the class what you’ve learned, Satoru. ”

Satoru shudders helplessly, leaning his forehead against Itadori-sensei’s shoulder for a moment before he barely manages to lift his head enough to make hazy eye contact with Suguru.

“He’s— He can— There’s slick, ” the teenage boy barely manages to string together the words. 

Itadori-sensei coos at his struggle, leaning back slightly to nuzzle his nose against the boy’s pale cheek. “It’s okay, baby. Good try. ” 

Satoru makes another broken sound and shuffles closer to Itadori-sensei’s back while Itadori-sensei returns his gaze back to Suguru’s. He twists his slick hand meanly over the head of his cock, forcing Suguru to moan loudly into the hush of the room.

“I’m sure you’ve both read about the different kinds of omegas in your sexual education courses with Junpei-sensei,” Itadori-sensei murmurs with a strange sense of gravity that the teacher might save for a very serious lecture. “There are usually three different kinds… Omegas who are born with female based genitalia who have vaginas and produce slick from them and omegas who are born with male based genitalia who have penises and produce slick from their ass. But do you remember what the third kind of omega is?” 

Neither teenage boy is capable of answering their sensei’s question, utterly lost to the haze of pheromones surrounding them. 

Itadori-sensei hums quietly as he strokes Suguru’s cock and reaches back with his free hand to take hold of Satoru’s, stimulating them in tandem.

“The third kind of omega, is one that is born with female based genitalia who produces slick from their vagina… And also retains the biological characteristic of producing slick from their ass.”

Both boys groan together, a chorus of need bursting into the air.

“ Please ,” Satoru suddenly begs, his voice broken with desperation.

“Sensei!” Suguru whines, twitching under his sensei’s determined touch. 

“I know, I know, ” Itadori-sensei croons sweetly, though his grin is a bit too sharp at the edges as he looks from one boy to the other. “Come here, baby. It’s okay, I’ll take care of you now.”

Suguru’s breath hitches with devastation as Itadori-sensei’s hand leaves his cock, though it is short lived as the older omega rises up on his knees, poised above his cock and readily sinks down onto it. 

“ Oh, fuck! ” Suguru nearly shouts, hands flying up to take hold of Itadori-sensei’s hips as he slowly settles onto Suguru’s hips, barely wasting a single second as he takes Suguru inside of him entirely. 

“You next, darling,” Itadori-sensei murmurs over his shoulder, reaching back and taking hold of Satoru’s hip to guide him forward. He dips forward slowly until he is braced over Suguru’s panting form, planting his hands on either side of the dark haired boy’s head. 

Satoru merely whimpers as Yuuji whispers words of encouragement and reaches back with one hand to take hold of Satoru’s cock, drawing it towards his other entrance, dripping with viscous slick. 

The other teenage boy slides inside of him all too easily— gasping as he is enveloped in scorching, silky heat. 

Itadori-sensei lets out a deep sigh of relief as both cocks settle deep inside of him. 

“That’s it, oh — You both fill me up so well. Such good boys ,” he says, with no small amount of satisfaction in his voice. A purr rumbling steadily out of his chest. 

Suguru gasps at the feeling of the hot clutch of his teacher’s body around him while Satoru sniffles, tears in the corners of his eyes as he hides his face against the side of Itadori-sensei’s neck, overwhelmed with the feeling of his tightness. 

Without warning, Itadori-sensei begins to move, back and forth, rocking himself between the two cocks lodged within him. A guttural moan is ripped from his chest at the feeling as he tilts his head back, closing his eyes and preparing to use the boys to reach his climax when suddenly—

“ Sensei! ”

“ Yuuji! ”

Warm, wet heat splatters deep inside Yuuji and the tell-tale pressure of two knots shoving against his holes makes his eyes pop open with shock. A gasp flies from his lips as all at once, both boys lock their knots into his holes, shuddering and whimpering with their collective climaxes. Cum splashes against his walls, pumped deep into his body by the stuttering hips of the two teenage boys in his bed, their hands grasping at golden flesh and leaving harsh bruises in their wake. 

It takes several long moments for both of them to come down from their pleasure, Itadori-sensei still utterly still with surprise and caught in between them. Locked onto their knots and pumped full of their cum. Wide eyes meet one another over Itadori-sensei’s shoulder, twin blushes rising high on cheeks still a bit round with baby fat. 

“ Well …” A rough, unfamiliar voice shatters the delicate silence of the room. 

Suguru blinks in shock while Satoru makes a squeak of surprise at the sight of a fanged mouth bursting into existence on Itadori-sensei’s cheek. The slits beneath his amber honey eyes barely open to reveal a burning crimson gaze. 

“Looks like we’re going to have our work cut out for us,” the fanged mouth says with a lecherous grin, its tattooed tongue wagging lewdly back and forth. “Won’t we, brat?”

Despite the wretched mortification that floods both teenage boys at the criticism, Itadori-sensei’s laughter is as bright and hopeful as a new, spring morning, and both of them know without a doubt that this is what winning feels like.