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Itadori Yuuji was used to going with the flow.

He could handle stressful situations by putting on a fake smile, taking it one step at a time, and attempt to soldier through it.

It was one of his greatest attributes; which likely helped explain why he hadn’t gone completely insane now that his body held double occupancy.

“Why are we eating that shit again? I don’t want it. Isn’t there beef in the fridge?”

“It’s all we have, it’s healthy, and it tastes good. Stop complaining.” Yuuji chided while he shoveled more of the basic marinated chicken with rice he had made into a bowl. He thought he was being fancy by adding a fried egg to the top, but Sukuna remained unimpressed.

It wasn’t Yuuji’s fault they were sharing taste-buds and eating on a student’s budget.

Sukuna tsked.

It would’ve been alarming for any individual to witness the small mouth and eye formed to the side of Yuuji’s face, and how Yuuji had grown so accustomed to the nuisance that he barely twitched when the sensation coalesced and remained there while he went about his daily tasks, but this was a daily occurrence.

The jabs, the jibes, the complaints.

Yuuji sighed through most of them, entertained a few of the genuine remarks and questions, and completely exited out of the more lurid commentary.

Sukuna eventually absorbed back into his body, decidedly out of boredom while Yuuji sat at the small table and ate his dinner while he looked through his phone.

It only lasted for a few minutes though, and then Sukuna was back to annoy him over an article Yuuji had been reading on an app.

The best he could cope with the unnatural arrangement was to view himself as a host to a very persistent, loud and nosy parasite. One who’d been asleep for a millennium and was now catching up to all of the sounds, sights, tastes, and advancements with curious, selfish interest.

Yuuji had to view it with some sense of humor, or else he probably really would go off his rocker.

Adjusting To an ancient 1,000 year old curse living inside of your body and offering unhelpful tips and dialogue throughout the day was a consistent pain in the ass, to say the least. Especially when Sukuna took great joy in harking on Yuuji and his 'inferior omega traits.'

There was a definite line of where Yuuji began and where Sukuna picked up the slack.

Most of the day, Sukuna’s dialogue and presence came in the form of what felt like intrusive thoughts. Sukuna knew how to yell at him from within, when he only wanted to torment Yuuji without the ears of others prying in.

In private, he spoke freely.

Especially when it was to voice his displeasure or a tinge of curiosity.

But mostly it was to berate, annoy, or belittle the sorcerer’s body he’d taken up residence in.

“You’re needy, you know that?”

“Not my fault you ate my finger. Should’ve thought of the consequences before you put things in your mouth so freely.”

“Maybe death would’ve been better.” Yuuji griped.

“Guess we’ll find out when you swallow all of my fingers.”

Yuuji frowned around his cooked chicken, which was not the same texture as the grave wax cursed appendage, but had a similar shape to it.

He scowled.

“If this is your attempt to get me to hate chicken, then go mope somewhere else, Sukuna. I just want to eat in peace.”

“I’m bored.”

“What else is new?”

They would watch a show later; something along the lines that would satisfy Sukuna enough to allow Yuuji a night of sleep. The curse took a special interest in historical documentaries, where he laughed at the harsh defeats and the more scandalous subjects of decades and centuries past.

Trying different foods was an adventure and seemed to please the otherwise critical and restless curse. Exercise, even though Sukuna restlessly taunted Yuuji’s weaknesses and how he needed to improve, fed the pulsating buzz under his skin enough to please the curse.

He was always aware of him, most of the time, and the conversations both spoken and in his head were no longer a private affair.

Nothing was quite sacred anymore.

Yuuji could’ve felt comforted by the fact that he’d never be alone, but it had its drawbacks.

Instead of lingering too heavily on his predicament, he he went about his routine: he washed his dishes, put on a show Sukuna could enjoy from his cheek while he used his own brainpower to finish his homework and get in another few chapters of a manga series he started, and then readied himself for bed while Sukuna asked him questions and ranted about history.

Through his shower, Sukuna lingered, just below his skin while he waited for Yuuji to finish his grooming routine without getting soap or shampoo in his cursed eye.

When Yuuji touched his cock, tugged at it a little when it started to feel good, Sukuna hummed in interest.

Nothing was sacred.

So it should've been of no shock that later, when Yuuji’s hand drifted down his abdomen again and slid into his boxer shorts that this, too, would be accompanied by his audience.

“What? No videos or pictures tonight?” Sukuna frowned. His tone was nearly petulant.

Omegas on the street, porn on the internet through Yuuji’s phone; these were all of some amusement to the curse. Yuuji would only allow him to see what he enjoyed, since he shuddered to think of what Sukuna’s exact interests were.

For the curse, just about everything seemed to be on the table for him.

Yuuji left his phone on his nightstand in favor of where his mind kept drifting.

“Oh. I see.” Sukuna snickered. “You’re gonna think about him again, aren’t you? Pathetic.”

He could feel Sukuna’s presence like an underlying current through all of his actions and words; could sense the shift as the curse vibrated in his blood and absorbed all of his awareness as a hungry, desperate surveyor of his new life. He was the tether that helped connect this entity into the modern life that Yuuji had since taken for granted.

Gone were the days of listless, naive adventures into occult research for fun.

No more casual, mundane walks to the corner store or dissection into investigative dramas.

Wherever he went, whatever he did, Sukuna was there as a background buzz and sometimes narrator to his life.

He also felt Sukuna's arousal. His lustful interest and dialogue when his predatory thoughts and gaze lingered.

"Stop harassing me." Yuuji growled and took in a deep breath. “You wanna get blue-balled again? I can stop.”

Sukuna’s annoyance buzzed across the hairs of his arm, down his chest and legs.

No.

“Didn’t think so.” Yuuji palmed at his cock, slowly.

Warmth pooled down his abdomen, syrupy sweet and lazy while he began to stroke himself. His hips pushed up into his loose, alternating grip as wetness began to gather at the head of his cock and the tight hole just between his legs.

“You always get so wet for it.” The curse remarked idly. “This is the 57^th time you’ve thought of Fushiguro while touching yourself.”

“Why are you keeping count?”

“Because it’s incredibly pathetic.”

“Like you’re not the creepy voyeur in this? You could stay out of my me-time.”

“Pft, I’ll do as I please.”

Yuuji was too horny to have to deal with his. He sighed. “Whatever, just please be quiet...”

Sukuna was privy to not only what happened behind closed doors, but what happened underneath the sheets. Unfortunately for Yuuji, it was of great fascination for Sukuna, who had been an alpha long ago before succumbing to his cursed existence.

And Itadori Yuuji was an omega.

Yuuji rolled his hips up into his grip and tightened his thighs, his hole twitching to fill itself with something that would better soothe the ache of his arousal.

Sukuna hummed in fascination when Yuuji slid his other hand down across his abdomen, past the base of his cock, and between his legs while his thighs spread open. He bent his legs at the knees and dug his heels into the mattress to get a better angle for his fingers to press over the furled muscle and spread the slick gathering from his glands.

Thanks to youth and a very healthy, almost overactive libido, it wasn’t the first or the last time Sukuna lingered to observe how the omega got himself off.

Sometimes it was a run-of-the mil hand-job, but other times…

“There we go.” Sukuna licked his lips when Yuuji pressed a finger into the wet tightness of his hole.

The omega groaned around the soft intrusion, even though his body was used to the width and length of one of his own fingers. The mind numbing relief of something only just filling him had his heartbeat quickening.

Yuuji sucked in his bottom lip, closed his eyes, and wandered into his thoughts.

Earlier in the afternoon, just before lunch, Gojo had him practicing hand-to-hand combat and take-down techniques with his peers. His heart had hammered so loudly in his ears with anticipation, that he tried to even out his breathing to keep his head in the game.

Fushiguro and Kugisaki fought with each other first.

While Kugisaki’s beta scent was always nice and pleasant, Fushiguro’s alpha musk was positively heaven to Yuuji’s senses. Fushiguro smelled of the calm, rustling of leaves in the forest. Dark oak and safety.

Yuuji watched them both, mesmerized, and distracted by the lean lines of Fushiguro’s strong body while it stretched and moved across the room.

By the time it was Yuuji’s turn to spar with Fushiguro, sweat and exhaustion had already seeped out from Fushiguro's skin and onto his clothing. No amount of scent suppressing body spray and deodorant could hide the differences of Yuuji’s slightly sweeter aroma, and the heaviness of Fushiguro’s alpha pheromones.

Yuuji had composed himself as well as he could through the training, but he was still only human...and Fushiguro’s body over him, underneath him, beside him, was a completely unfair distraction, but he pinned Fushiguro down five out of the nine times, his teeth grit to keep from openly inhaling his scent. Every moment he felt Fushiguro against his skin, underneath his thighs, over the length of his back-

Fuck…

Yuuji slipped in a second finger with a shaky gasp.

He had always loved Fushiguro’s scent: from the first moment they met, and every day since.

He and Sukuna could at least agree on one point: they both liked Fushiguro Megumi.

Both wanted the dark haired alpha’s affection and craved his attention.

Sukuna had picked up on the crush quickly enough.

“Why don’t you tell him?” Sukuna smirked.

(He knew the reason why, cheeky bastard…)

The omega didn't have it in him.

Too embarrassed to be rejected and possibly lose his closest friend.

Yuuji shook his head. His cheeks reddened. “Fuck, just lemme get off. Don’t need you psychoanalyzing me-”

Sukuna was like a hot brand against his cheek. Both in his head and out of it. “Y’know, I could teach Fushiguro how to fuck you. I’ve had my fill of bodies in the past. I could show him how to properly bed and knot a needy little hole like yourself.”

“Stop it.”

“You aren’t as subtle as you think, brat. Your smell when you’re around him gives you away.”

“Shut up.”

Yuuji couldn’t always control the response his body had when he was beside the alpha. It was embarrassing, amplified all the more so with Sukuna’s leering and scoffing.

His emotions so very closely tied to his traitorous body, he would get wet when he was around Fushiguro. When his thoughts wouldn't behave and his body felt the tinges of arousal from Fushiguro’s scent-

Wet between his thighs, as he was dripping by the last two rounds of their sparring. He hastily excused himself to clean up the mess in his pants with utter humiliation.

He knew his scent had been more pronounced.

He knew Fushiguro could smell the shame of his slick.

“I bet he wonders what you taste like. Bet he takes in your scent deeply when you’re not looking.” Sukuna offered unhelpfully. “Omegas always taste like the warm nectar of the earth. Do you think he’s ever had a bitch on his knot?”

Yuuji gasped.

The defaming comments should’ve angered him, but it riled him for more.

He bit his lip and honed in on how the sweat had beaded down Fushiguro’s neck. How it gathered at his clavicle, connected to a broad and strong thin, athletic frame.

He wanted to bury his nose into the base of his neck. He wanted to scent Fushiguro fully.

Rub his cheeks and forehead into the stink of him.

Sometimes, he could even scent Fushiguro through the hallway on his way to his dorm, making him all too aware of the alpha living right next door to him.

Separated by a vaguely thin wall.

Just the memory of Fushiguro’s scent had his body slowly thrumming to be filled and to get off. A trickle of wetness slid down his skin. His dick twitched.

Sukuna chuckled. “That’s seriously what does it for you? Just the scent? Tch, virgins.”

Yuuji ignored him. He closed his eyes and hiked one leg higher up onto his headboard, bending at the knee to get a better angle to finger himself. It was still a bit awkward, so he shimmied a pillow underneath his hips and sighed when his index and middle finger slipped back inside.

A long, low moan reverberated in his chest.

Sukuna had to admit...it did feel good.

Different than the hard, forceful ache to sink his knot into a tight hole and take.

This was more of a simmered, syrupy arousal that floated them into a head space drowning in pleasure. Filled with the melting away of stress every time Yuuji canted his hips up against his fingers, and crooked the digits against his prostate. It wasn’t enough, but it did feel good.

Sukuna relaxed into it.

“Does it always feel like this for you?” He was intrigued.

Yuuji nodded. “Sometimes better. Sometimes, ah- more intense.”

“Yet you’ve never been fucked?”

Yuuji reddened. “Uh, n-no.”

“Why not?”

Yuuji wondered why he was even entertaining the questions, but he figured...he was sharing his body now, and Sukuna had never been this curious about his body before.

Sukuna was interested in this bit, and Yuuji had never talked about these things so openly. All of his sexual experience amounted to a few kisses in middle school and someone accidentally grinding against him at one embrarassing and memorable dance, which had been awkward as all hell.

Sukuna could feel the reply and chuckled.

“Never found the right person.” Yuuji admitted honestly. Sure, there might have been some opportunities, but he had never found someone’s scent and presence as alluring as he found Fushiguro’s to be.

“But you have now, haven’t you?” Sukuna knew the answer; he could feel the affection and silly crush Yuuji had on Fushiguro before any words needed to be formed. “What are you waiting for? I’m sure he’d jump at the chance to bed you with how good you smell.”

Yuuji shook his head and Sukuna rolled his eyes.

Virgins. So pathetic. Sukuna tsked.

“Hey! I heard that.” Yuuji barked back. He pulled his fingers from himself and groaned with frustration. “This isn’t going to work out if you keep filling my head with distractions every time I try to get off.”

“It’s not like I can go anywhere else.” Sukuna reminded him, still chatting from his cheek.

“Can you just- I don't fucking know, be quiet?”

“No better than you can. I’m wide awake, brat.”

Gods, Yuuji was so horny, and since Sukuna had begun sharing his body with him, having a proper session to himself had been nearly impossible. Sukuna was fascinated with the omega’s body, and his interest was constantly at the surface of what the sorcerer was trying to do.

Only made worse when Fushiguro was in his thoughts or around him.

Yuuji stared up at the ceiling, dick hard, his hole aching, frustrated.

Sukuna was forced to feel the same.

The empty want was maddening.

“So you’re not going to go next door and ask him to breed you?” Sukuna muttered.

Yuuji’s mouth twisted with a frown. “No, not tonight.”

“Tomorrow night?”

“No.”

“This weekend?”

“No. Jeez, we haven’t even- we’ve never even kissed. I don’t even know if I’m his type.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes.

How slow and glacial the stupid omega was about his feelings made his head hurt.

“He would fuck you if you asked.”

Yuuji bared his teeth. “Sure sounds like you’re eager to watch me get with him. Do you like Fushiguro specifically, or are you just a pervert?”

“Both.” Sukuna wasn’t pleased with Yuuji’s unattended lust for his alpha peer. Sukuna had to endure the by product of Yuuji’s sexual frustration, and nerve-addled puppy love for Fushiguro.

It was clear Yuuji was trying to cool off, his arms above his head while he slowed his breathing. It didn’t do him much good from where he was still wet and aching between his legs.

Sukuna wasn’t opposed to getting the job done himself, sometimes intent just to watch Yuuji suffer, but the lascivious images of one Fushiguro Megumi were still broadcast in his mind. All of Yuuji’s meager spank bank of the alpha from furtive glances in the changing room, the showers, just in proximity of him.

“I can’t fucking take how pathetic this is.” He materialized at Yuuji’s palm. “C’mon, I refuse to get blue balled because you’re such a hapless wuss.”

“Wh-what are you doing?” Yuuji gasped.

“Gonna get off.” The mouth at his palm licked its lips. “Give me control of your arm.”

Yuuji’s blush spread from the tips of his ears, down to his chest. A sweet, radiating pink that made Sukuna snort.

“Nothing weird-” Yuuji warned.

“Too late.” Sukuna pointed out, because truly...the whole situation was about as fucked as anything in the world could be. Sukuna had always prided himself on his own prowess, and being trapped in a little virgin omegan body was about the last his pride could take.

Yuuji’s arm was directed down, and it took all of two seconds for Yuuji to realize what Sukuna’s intentions were. He cried out when the dark pink, slippery but textured appendage of Sukuna’s long, pointed tongue, licked at the slick that had been dripping from him.

Yuuji whined out loud. It caught in his throat, bubbled through his mouth with its sweet ecstasy.

The mouth on his cheek grinned. “Mm, you taste good, brat. Can’t imagine why Fushiguro hasn’t pounced on you yet when you smell this ripe and ready for breeding.”

“I’m not-” Yuuji forgot what he should feel offended by when the squirming, hot appendage dipped against his prostate. Coherent thoughts and words lept from the window when he closed his eyes and rolled his hips into the palm of his hand with a wet, loud moan.

“Oh my god.”

The hot tongue grew thicker, more impressive. His hole twitched desperately around the fullness, having never been stretched to this capacity.

He wailed into the absolute sinful wrongness of the situation, while also desperate for so much more.

He had never felt-

His body had never-

Did this count as losing his virginity? To Sukuna?

“Do you want it to be?” Sukuna asked with a whisper to his ear. “Or do you want to save yourself for Fushiguro Megumi to knot and call his bitch?”

“Ah!” Yuuji’s body trembled. “Oh! F-fuck, Fushiguro!”

“Thought so.” Sukuna chuckled darkly. He forced the omega to think of all the lines of Fushiguro Megumi’s body; his lithe, tall form beside him. The taper of his waist as he pulled on fresh pants in the locker room. His toned arms bare on the training field with hands so graceful and practiced when they summoned his shikigami, that Yuuji could only imagine what they’d do across his skin.

He recalled the thin lines of sweat, beading down Fushiguro’s elegant neck while his dark hair stuck to his forehead after a good run.

The delicious, heady smell of him when the deodorant and scent suppressing spray wore off after hours of hard work and exercise. Gods, how Yuuji wanted to rub himself all over the alpha’s thick scent and taste the warmth of it on his lips.

He wanted to cover himself in Fushiguro’s scent until he was high with it. Until he smelled like Fushiguro, and there would be no mistaking who he wanted to belong to.

Sukuna’s tongue whirled inside him. Yuuji attempted to close his legs from the onslaught of the heavy tongue, lapping at his insides and stretching him to near painful bliss. “Fuck!”

“You gonna cum that easy, little omega? So pathetic.” Sukuna taunted.

“N-no, I just- too much!” Yuuji’s toes curled. His legs were starting to lose feeling where they shook from the onslaught of pleasure. His muscles spasmed, gut twitched with the liquid hot tightness that coiled around his spine, across his skin. His chest stuttered.

“How do you expect Fushiguro to breed you if you can’t even keep up your stamina?”

“I can!”

“Prove it to me then, brat.”

It was futile, Yuuji knew.

The more that thick tongue moved within him, growing and touching the deepest, most intimate places within him, he knew he would be a goner to it.

Sukuna knew what he was doing, the bastard.

Yuuji was so wet; slick and saliva trickled down his inner thighs, down the pillow underneath him.

He wiggled his hips into his palm, where Sukuna’s tongue twisted and that was it-

He couldn’t-

He thought of Fushiguro, shoving his knot within him. How he wondered what it would feel like...what it would be like to have the other sorcerer stretch him to the limits, just how Sukuna was introducing a crazy array of sensations to his body.

The base of Sukuna’s tongue thickened, simulating just what he was envisioning, and Yuuji’s pleasure bloomed tenfold. His whole body rolled into the pain.

“Ah!!” Yuuji’s felt as if his form was ignited into sinful, electric pulses.

The warm, oozing heat rippled throughout his body.

Yuuji had never been knotted before. Had never purchased something to fill the hole within him other than his fingers, and Sukuna’s tongue did all the right things to convince him that he needed to save some money and make a purchase-

“Why get something fake when I can fuck you just fine. Better than anyone else could!” Sukuna grinned from his cheek. “I could knot you so full; nearly tear you open with how tight you are.”

“Please don’t sprout a dick from my hand-”

Sukuna cackled, “You would be begging for it!”

The tongue within him changed again. What felt like a second nub, shorter and more rounded at the tip, slipped inside him.

His hips jumped in shock, and when the secondary tongue sidled up below the other and pressed firmly onto his prostate, Yuuji was gone.

He imagined it was him.

Imagined it was Fushiguro above him, pounding him into the bed and making his toes curl and legs lose their feeling.

Fushiguro, making him see stars while he came and babbled words that had no meaning, but came as after shocks to the intense, mind numbing pleasure that melted him into a gooey mess against his sheets.

He had never cum so hard before in his life-

Sukuna chuckled. “You actually taste good, Yuuji. I would devour you whole if I had my body back. Breed you proper just to taste your ripening fruit.”

Itadori blinked back into reality, his head a dizzy mess.

He floated in his post-orgasm, physically sated, but his heart yearning for Fushiguro’s soothing voice and comforting touch.

Both of the tongues slowly retreated.

His hole clenched around nothing; empty, sore for a knot.

Fushiguro’s knot-

Yuuji paused.

With blood and reason finally seeping back to his head, his thoughts began to catch up. He blinked into the aftermath and the buzzing quiet in his brain. Almost as if Sukuna was also contented into a purring, pleased existence. “Did you feel what I felt?” He wondered.

“Hard not to when we share a body.”

Yuuji licked his lips.

He ran his free hand over his sweaty forehead, through his spiky, disheveled hair.

He could barely move his legs, other for them to flop off of where they had been braced on his headboard. The sheets were soaked underneath him.

It was good. Sukuna was good. There was no denying it.

The feeling of praise made Sukuna grin in arrogant, knowing delight.

“We can do it again.” Sukuna offered.

Yuuji was completely wrung out, there was no way-

He didn’t know how he could possibly muster the energy to get out of bed to clean up, much less to get off again.

He glanced over at the clock on his wall. It was late, and the concept of how long they’d been going at it was lost to Yuuji. “I have to be up early.”

His legs still didn’t quite work, so he laid within the dimly lit room, legs splayed open while one hand rested at his abdomen, and the other next to his head.

“Hm, just as well. You’re very loud, and these walls are so old and thin. What would Fushiguro think of you, using me to cum while you thought of him?” Sukuna chuckled, amused. “Filthy omega.”

Yuuji reddened at the thought.

He’d been so caught up with what he was doing- what he and Sukuna were doing, that he hadn’t thought of just how vocal he had been to the pleasure.

He looked over to the clock again.

12:07 a.m.

His voice came out lower this time, “Fushiguro should be asleep already. He goes to bed early.”

“Heh, you were wailing for it. I’m sure the whole building could hear you-”

“Fuuuuck, just be quiet.” Yuuji rubbed down his face.

He needed to clean up.

He needed a shower. Desperately.

“You need a knot to help you fall asleep.” Sukuna pointed out, unhelpfully. “Since I warmed you up, why not go next door for the main course? You smell irresistible now.”

“No- Stop being so crude-”

Yuuji groaned when he felt a mouth form at his inner thigh. A tongue teased at his sore, wet entrance again, and Yuuji was too weak to resist.

“The night is still early.” Sukuna reasoned. “I think we can do better with a second round of fun...” A tongue slid out from his thigh.

“Mmmmm, ah! Oh, oh shit!”

Yuuji’s legs fell open, and his better judgment went firmly out the window.

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Fushiguro Megumi gawked at the far wall of his room, hand wet with his own spend while he panted shakily from the intensity of his own orgasm and the slow spiral downwards.

A long, long fall from decency and decorum.

The walls were so paper thin...so old and weathered with age, that all of Itadori’s filthy moans and begging could be heard through the wall separating their living quarters.

He swore he could smell, perhaps even taste the sweet musk of Itadori’s arousal.

His other hand gripped the base of his cock to try and contain the thick knot that pulsed and ached from not locking into the warmth of a pliant, perfect partner beneath him.

Or on top of him? It didn’t matter.

Fushiguro’s mind was hazy with the truth that on Itadori’s lips, as clear as day, he had heard his name spill while Sukuna had laughed at him from in the background.

Had said his name again and again and again.

Itadori’s perfect moans and pleas for more pleasure left him completely wrecked.

Fushiguro knew…he knew what and who he wanted; he wanted Itadori.

It made his whole being burn to have such bright acknowledgment there.

Right across from him, ringing in the night.

Fushiguro stared at the wall, body burning for Itadori.

To mate.

To claim.

He was so fucked.

Chapter Text

Megumi

(un)Fortunately for Fushiguro Megumi, it wasn’t the only night that he heard Itadori pleasuring himself while Megumi’s own name fell from his lip; nearly as clear as day through the ancient walls that scarcely separated them.

Itadori’s perfect, filthy moans and gasps were a haunting melody that kept Megumi up at night, hanging on every sound while he got himself off to the addictive pull of his best friend’s voice.

It was all Megumi could think about.

It wasn’t enough that Megumi had overheard Itadori pleasuring himself through the thin walls of the dormitory, but he could smell the faint omega sex pheromones lingering on Itadori’s sun-kissed skin the next morning during training. Distracting him from any real productivity when scent triggered memory and the thought of those sweet, crescendo-ing moans he had gotten off to distracted him to the point his steps faltered and his mind felt of narrowed static.

It was an embarrassment to have Gojo point out Megumi’s disjointed moves and make a show of correcting his form while Kugisaki and Itadori watched with interest.

Even more embarrassing when Gojo matched Megumi up with Itadori, again, just to have them run through the defensive moves in close combat while Megumi’s brain went haywire with the close proximity.

Megumi pressed his lips tightly together to keep himself in check from openly scenting his classmate.

Because Itadori’s scent was near heaven to him.

A salt of the earth, fresh tilled soil musk that was unmistakably only Itadori’s.

Filled with promise for the day, and tinged with the light sweetness that all omegas carried.

Strong. Virile. Powerful.

He could pick Itadori’s scent out of a full room instantly.

Training was hell, and not even the compression shorts Megumi had wisely put on underneath his sweats could fully contain the thick erection of his alpha cock, responding to the frenzied arousal in Megumi’s blood.

He left training first as soon as it was over, and hit the showers cold to try and find some relief.

Yet there was none.

He had caught wind of Itadori’s scent, of his voice, of his name in the middle of the night, and now Megumi was consumed with a want and desire that rooted itself so far down, he knew he was prisoner to it.

Yet Megumi made good to not say anything; to endure the next few nights when every so often, he could hear Itadori’s unbridled moans carry through the walls and pull him in like a siren’s song.

But it wasn’t only Itadori’s moans he could hear.

There was conversation.

Itadori’s voice, keening and desperate, while a deeper, darker chuckle echoed and spoke lowly to him in the room.

At first it had driven Megumi nearly crazed with hot, suffocating jealousy. How could anyone have a right to touch Itadori and pull such sounds from him-!?

Who could sneak into the dorms and play Itadori’s body into such music?

But Megumi never smelled another scent on Itadori: just pure omega.

Until pieces began to come together, and he realized there was always someone with Itadori; Sukuna.

That dawning realization burned Megumi’s cheeks more than the image of Itadori getting off by his own design, to his own fantasies. He had help, and Megumi burned to know, to see, just what was happening in the other sorcerer’s room.

To see what Itadori’s face looked like after he repeated his own name like a prayer when he came.

Fushiguro. Fushiguro.

Fushiguro.

(And some nights...Sukuna...)

He knew, after nights where he got off to the sound of Itadori on the other side, breathing his own utterance of Itadori’s name, that there would be no relief from his distraction other than to gather his wits, his courage, and do something about it.

Which only meant one thing: he needed to ask Itadori Yuuji out.

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There was no real perfect way to do it.

Not when he and Itadori were sweat soaked and sparring, or covered in curse guts after a messy assignment.

Certainly not when they were surrounded by their peers, or in a close enough vicinity where Gojo could watch and goad them.

Once he set it in stone that he would even try to initiate something with the omega, Megumi agonized over how to ask him for a solid week.

It finally came out when it was just the two of them, walking back from the library when a sudden whim pulled Megumi into the moment and his heart reacted before his brain could stop it.

“Do you want to get dinner in the city on Saturday?”

Itadori blinked over at him. “In the city, really?”

“Yeah.”

Itadori thought it over and shrugged. “Sure. I can text Kugisaki and see if she wants to try that dessert place afterwards that we’ve been talking about. Y’know, the one with the cute animal themed cakes?”

Megumi frowned. “I meant just for you and I; just the two of us.” He looked forward again. “If that’s something you’d like.”

Megumi’s heart raced faster.

“Oh! Yeah, we can have some guy time.”

Megumi’s cheeks reddened. He needed the omega to understand, even though Megumi knew his courting was severely lacking. He needed Itadori to know he wanted him. Liked him.

Loved him.

“Itadori, I am asking you out on a date.”

Itadori blinked over to him with wide, surprised brown eyes.

Megumi pursed his lips. He felt like his skin would burn clear off.

Fortunately, Itadori’s eyes only seemed to brighten. “You’re asking me out?”

“I-”

“Like a date date?”

“What other kind of date is there?!” Fushiguro sputtered.

Itadori beamed. His smile rivaled the sun with how it warmed Megumi inside. “Hell yeah! I’d really like that a lot, Fushiguro.”

Megumi’s panic subsided into excitement, which he tried desperately to contain despite his scent radiating alpha joy for having not been rejected. “Is it okay if I pick you up at your dorm at 5:00pm on Saturday?”

“Wait, you have it planned already!?”

“I- yes, okay, I had something planned.” Megumi rubbed at the back of his neck. “I was hoping you’d say yes, and I promise I wasn’t being overly confident that you’d say yes. I just had to be sure there would be a shuttle to take us into the city. In case you said yes.”

Itadori’s smile was nearly blinding.

It made Megumi’s heart stammer.

The pleased, happy scent coming off of Itadori in droves was so close to a purr of satisfaction, it had his own inner alpha rumbling in triumph for doing something right for his omega-

wait.

Itadori wasn’t his omega-

He was-

This initial step, it was a date, first and foremost.

Not quite a relationship.

(Yet, he hoped.)

“I’m really excited, Fushiguro! You have no idea.” Itadori skipped over a few steps to broadcast his happiness.

Megumi smiled back.

The alpha just wanted to kiss him and bury his face against his shoulder, to smell that slightly sweet, fresh earthy scent forever. He savored the faintness of it that carried in the air.

He knew he was not being discreet with scenting the air, but Itadori didn’t seem to notice or mind.

“Any clues on where we are going?” Itadori asked.

“Just wear something comfortable, and I’ll handle the rest.”

“Ooo, I like a guy that can take charge.” Itadori gave him a thumbs up. “You sounded really cool when you said it like that, you know.”

“Now you’re just teasing me.”

“I’m not! I’m just really impressed, is all.”

Megumi felt his ears reddening. He nodded. “Thank you for agreeing to go out with me.”

Did that sound lame? He worried.

Itadori smiled. “I’m really, really looking forward to it.” He reached out his hand, tentatively, and squeezed at Megumi’s upper arm.

Firm and strong over his bicep.

“I know it’ll be great.” Itadori added before his hand fell away.

Megumi hoped that he could live up to that sincere expectation.

*

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Yuuji

“You’re going to go into heat.” Sukuna snarked at him while he watched the omega from Yuuji’s cheek. Yuuji was primping and fawning over himself in the bathroom mirror to add in the finishing touches to his grooming routine. It was mildly pathetic how much time he had taken. “You’re close to it. I can feel it in you. Does this mean you are going to finally get laid and bred tonight?”

Yuuji scoffed. “I take meds. I’ll be fine.”

“You will not.”

“I will. Pessimist.”

“Well I, for one, am not a fan of the mess you omegas make when you’re in heat. Leaking, whining little whelps in need of a plug and some seed to satisfy your urges.” Sukuna grumbled.

“And I’m not a fan of parasitic curses ragging on my body, yet here we are.”

“You’re a brat.”

“You’re an asshole. What’s new?”

Yuuji finished with his hair and a secondary layer of scent suppressing deodorant under his arms and over the glands on his wrists, neck, and inner thighs.

Knowing he’d be out in public, he used a neutralizing spray for an extra coating of protection. Although he could certainly handle himself around others, especially alphas raring for his attention, he wasn’t interested in anyone’s attention that evening except for Fushiguro’s.

Sukuna lingered. “When you do go into heat, which is very soon, will you invite Fushiguro Megumi into our bed or not?”

“Sounds like you’re a little over eager to have Fushiguro in bed with us.” Yuuji scratched at his chin. “What is your fascination with him anyway?”

“He is the only acceptable mate.”

“Wow.” Yuuji paused when he pulled his jacket on. “We are not using the ‘m’ word this early!”

“But that is your intention, isn’t it? You will court and mate with Fushiguro Megumi, and he will knot and breed you in your claiming.”

“Y-yeah, that’s, uh…really far down the road and totally off my radar right now, thanks.” Yuuji stammered lightly. He adjusted his shirt. “Look, in modern times? Bond bites are not done until you’re in a committed relationship, and only if you want that stuff.”

“You get very wet when I mention filling you with pups-”

“That’s just dirty talk!” Yuuji sputtered. He wondered for a moment how this was his life. He sighed. “Besides, I’m on reproductive blockers. I can go into a mild heat thanks to them, and I won’t get knocked up if I do get knotted. And you don’t necessarily need an alpha to get through a heat, in case Fushiguro says no-”

“-he wont say no.”

“-they have simulated knotting toys for that.”

“Hm. Like in the movies you were watching?”

“Y-yeah, those.”

The porn.

The porn he and Sukuna watched on his phone while Yuuji explained some of the modern inventions of sex toys and Sukuna tried to mimic said devices on him with thrilling results.

Sukuna seemed to ponder more over the information.

It gave Yuuji enough time to pull on some socks and double-check that his wallet and phone were in his pocket.

“So. No pups, then?” Sukuna surmised. “Even though you beg to be bred?”

Yuuji shook his head. “Nope, not for a long time. Maybe when I’m older, depending? But definitely, 100%, not now.”

“That is unfortunate, but convenient.”

Sukuna seemed pleased by the prospect of not having to deal with that particular dilemma.

Yuuji looked at himself one more time in the mirror and checked his phone.

4:57

He nodded. “Okay. So. You remember our deal?” Yuuji questioned. “No coming out randomly in public. No out-of-the-blue comments or innuendos to Fushiguro. Definitely no getting in-between us having some private time together. You behave, and you can watch whatever dumb shit on the TV for a whole day.”

Sukuna scoffed.

“Please don’t mess this up for me.”

“Your courting rituals are long and drawn out.”

“I’m aware, but I really need you to not screw this up. For us. Okay?”

Sukuna paused in consideration.

The door knocked.

“Please?”

Sukuna rolled an eye. “I won’t stop talking to you, though.”

“That’s fine, just don’t make it weird around Fushiguro, okay?”

The door knocked again. Yuuji’s alarm beeped at him.

His phone went off with a text from Kugisaki that simply said: ‘get some, Itadori!’ with an eggplant 🍆 emoji.

After some consideration, Sukuna sneered haughtily. “Whatever. I don’t care.”

He definitely cared.

The curse was always riled up around Fushiguro, which was a touch of worry to Yuuji for what Sukuna might do when he got really excited, but what else could Yuuji do?

The door knocked a third time and Yuuji nearly tripped over his own feet in an effort to answer it.

Sukuna slowly absorbed back into Yuuji’s skin to watch the night with rapt amusement.

*

*

*

The restaurant wasn’t fancy, but it was nice.

Fushiguro certainly looked nice in a simple black shirt that was slightly more fitted, showing off his arms a bit more than usual. Yuuji had glanced at them a handful of times when Fushiguro took off his jacket and folded it beside him in the booth.

All right, he looked nearly sinful to Yuuji, who was chomping at the bits to touch him a little more. Kugisaki must’ve helped him with his outfit, because the pairing of dark denim, sleek ankle boots, and a leather jacket just dripped the kind of coolness Yuuji admired in his alpha peer.

Yuuji wasn’t sure if he was salivating more over the delicious bowl of ramen, or Fushiguro’s alpha scent and slightly more put-together appearance.

On more than once occasion, their ankles brushed against each other underneath the table, and by the fourth time it happened...Yuuji left his foot there. An invitation, which Fushiguro tentatively took when their ankles pressed together intimately below.

It was tempting to trace the tip of his foot up Fushiguro’s pant leg- (a thought Sukuna very much encouraged) –but Yuuji was on his best manners.

He also didn’t quite have the courage to be so forward, but it was good-

He couldn’t stop smiling.

Couldn’t quell the joy he felt when he and Fushiguro finished their meal and went back out into the cool night air to carefully, with pink both tinging their cheeks, hold hands while they walked down the street towards their next destination; an arcade Fushiguro had hand picked with retro games Yuuji had mentioned he enjoyed.

Fushiguro had remembered the little details, and that fact alone warmed Yuuji to the core and made the whole night a giddy, relaxed affair while they passed time in the arcade. Once in a while their hands found each other’s again, and it was difficult to let go when all Yuuji could think about was how well they fit together.

How secure he felt in Fushiguro’s presence, where he could be himself.

Fushiguro was good.

Attentive to him.

Kind, patient, and incredibly capable.

The date, with all of its simplicity, was exactly what the omega had been hoping for.

Just as perfect from the beginning to the end of the night, while he and the alpha held hands in the back of the shuttle and watched videos on Yuuji’s phone.

Perfect even while they walked the path back to the dorms, and Fushiguro squeezed his hand to ask him if he had a good time.

“Next time, we’ll have to check out Akihabara.” Fushiguro added when their dormitory came into view. “I think there are even more options there.”

“I would really like that.”

Yuuji smiled shyly when they paused on the pathway. He moved up to his tip toes, just a few centimeters, and kissed the side of Fushiguro’s cheek.

The alpha’s whole body heated under his lips.

Sukuna purred deep underneath Yuuji’s skin; satisfied to the point Yuuji’s own body wanted to respond with it’s own contented purr.

Instead, Yuuji smiled when both their eyes met.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night.” Yuuji admitted.

“Only that?” Fushiguro’s eyes sidled over him.

“Maybe not only that.”

Yuuji licked his lips.

Fushiguro, blessedly, took the hint.

He closed the short distance and gathered the omega close.

They kissed; slow, shy, and everything Yuuji had ever hoped his first kiss with Fushiguro would be.

His first kiss ever, really.

Yuuji hadn’t been sure what to expect, but he did like the warm softness of Fushiguro’s lips. The slight roughness that rubbed against his own when the alpha felt more bold to take, and the shy caress of a tongue against the seam of his lips. The alpha smelled too good this close.

Perfect and reassuring.

All heat and strength and solid desire.

Yuuji smiled against the kiss; kept Fushiguro close with an encouraging hand at the nape of the other sorcerer’s neck.

Sukuna watched it all play out intensely. He spoke to Yuuji’s mind. “Now will you fuck him? He smells aroused...smells delicious...”

To which Yuuji thought back, “Chill. Let me have this.”

Fushiguro kissed him again and Yuuji's world narrowed down to their point of contact. Everything seemed to stop, and all the single focus was on the way they came together and moved warm and slotted against each other.

Yuuji garnered some bravery and threaded his hands against Fushiguro’s shirt, stealing some of the warmth of his body while he felt his heated skin and muscle underneath his palms.

He bit lightly at the alpha’s lower lip, and then licked over his gums, a clear sign of submission.

Fushiguro’s chest rumbled in appreciation.

“I like you a lot, Fushiguro.” Yuuji stated with hooded eyes.

Fushiguro’s gaze settled from Yuuji’s lips to his brown eyes. “Go out with me again?”

“Yeah. but-” Yuuji kissed the alpha’s lower lip. “-only if you’ll be my boyfriend?”

“Itadori…”

“Would that be okay?”

“Yeah, I- shit, yes. I would really like that.”

“Good.”

Fushiguro surged into their next kiss and Yuuji met him thirstily. His hands skated over Megumi’s front and fisted into his shirt, pulling him as close as possible. Megumi wrapped an arm around his shoulder and gripped his other hand into his hip. A thumb ventured just underneath his shirt, and the point of contact against bare skin had Yuuji’s world on fire.

Sukuna whined on how they were very obviously going to either cum in their pants at this rate from fervent, overzealous touches and kisses.

Or leave completely blue-balled.

Yuuji ignored him.

Fushiguro’s lips and hands on him were all he needed.

*

*

*

Waking up in the morning knowing Fushiguro Megumi was his boyfriend, certainly gave something monumental for Yuuji to look forward to every day.

Sukuna, however, was not pleased that even though Yuuji and Fushiguro were ‘officially dating,’ that did not immediately include getting their dick wet right away.

Which was a travesty and an inconvenience, Sukuna lamented.

Yuuji didn’t pay him much mind while he focused on the contentment that came with knowing the one person he liked more than anyone in the world held that affection for him as well.

He wanted to do everything he could to make their relationship work.

To enjoy every step and piece of it.

Even though Fushiguro was a sure thing, they still continued to court one another.

Yuuji didn’t know what else to call the extra meals he cooked up and brought to Fushiguro, who in turn made an effort to sit and watch Yuuji’s favorite movies with him and go for walks in the evening.

Sometimes, even morning runs were on the menu, which Yuuji knew Fushiguro hated, but accompanied him because it made Yuuji happy.

Just as happy as it made him when they finished their run and Yuuji pulled Fushiguro against him and kissed him hungrily, behind corridors, when they thought no one was looking.

Or in the gym when they were both dripping sweat and pheromones; only rows over from where Panda and Inumaki-senpai were changing, who surely heard Yuuji’s pleased giggling and Megumi’s playful, rumbly growl when he got his hands on him.

Yuuji was a giddy, bubbly mess.

The only reason Sukuna wasn’t complaining over the first-love-fumblings was because of his mutual interest in Fushiguro. Sukuna was impatient, but for Fushiguro, he would bide his time and observe the progress Yuuji made in his new relationship.

And anyways, Sukuna was able to reap the benefits of that relationship.

To know, in an intimately secondary sense, what Megumi’s lips tasted like.

What his capable hands felt like when they caressed and groped over needy skin.

How his voice changed slightly with breathy arousal.

And his scent…

Sukuna vibrated for that woodsy oak scent that made Yuuji blissfully wet and alert to Fushiguro’s surrounding presence.

Fushiguro must’ve scented the clean and bright arousal on Yuuji. He growled into the kiss, his upper lip peeled back in a sign for dominance, which Yuuji submitted to happily with two long licks across his gums.

An instinct that only soothed and reconfirmed their affection.

By the end of the two week mark, Sukuna was vibrating under his skin.

“You should taste his slick.” Sukuna finally said from the omega’s cheek when the thought of being left aching with want, again, drove him more than a little sexually frustrated and annoyed. “He is wet for you all the time. You can scent it, can’t you?”

Fushiguro pulled away with a blush. “Oh.”

Yuuji was only mildly mortified.

Though really, it was amazing Sukuna had gone this long without propositioning Fushiguro again.

“Sweet and fertile.” Sukuna smirked. His eye fixated on the other alpha. “He gets off to you every night when we-”

Yuuji covered his cheek.

Fushiguro swallowed thickly.

Fushiguro’s nostrils flared slightly and it was true, Yuuji knew how much his scent multiplied when he and the alpha made out or were around each other for long periods of time. No amount of scent blockers could completely drown out the aroma of two potent, compatible would-be mates.

“Does Sukuna usually-”

“He’s usually like this.” Yuuji cleared his voice.

Fushiguro wiped some of his saliva from the corner of Yuuji’s wet lips.

A charged moment passed between them, both reflecting on Sukuna’s words and the obvious, heightening sweetness of Yuuji’s scent. It was undeniable now to recognize where that unique scent was heading to-

“My heat is next week!” Yuuji blurted out. “I know we’ve only been dating for a while, but I’d really like to spend it with you, if that’s something you would be comfortable with.”

Fushiguro’s surprised eyes scanned his face.

Perhaps saw the sincerity there.

“Are you sure?” Fushiguro asked. His hands wandered and stilled at Yuuji’s hips, but his thumbs rubbed over the skin where Yuuji’s uniform was riding up slightly.

“Yes! Absolutely sure!” Yuuji flushed. “I’ve kind of been meaning to ask you, but I’ve never spent it with anyone before, and it’s not something you just ask someone, and I hope that’s not moving too fast-”

“Itadori.”

“-I mean, we’ve known each other for a long enough time, but you don’t just ask anyone. I don’t want to put that responsibility on you if you’re not ready.”

“Itadori. Yes.” Fushiguro kissed his forehead. He carded his fingers through Yuuji’s hair affectionately. “I would really, really like to spend your heat with you.”

Yuuji smiled back, relieved.

“Fucking finally.” Sukuna mumbled.

Yuuji should’ve figured Fushiguro would say yes, but an omega in heat was a lot to be responsible for. Especially for two partners, completely new to this.

Technically three. Sukuna reminded him, lingering inside.

Which was another thing.

If Fushiguro was about to enter in fully to Yuuji’s den, his bed, then it was about time that the alpha learned just how integrated and connected Yuuji and Sukuna were.

*

*

Yuuji put off the conversation for the weekend.

He talked it over with Sukuna in private first; re-established the ground rules over how to not make their whole relationship not as weird as it already was.

So the best way Yuuji coped with having to have what might be an awkward conversation, was always with food. His grandfather had taught him early on that hospitality, food, and a warm drink would help one to think more clearly when a bump in the road needed some smoothing.

Well, Sukuna was more like a colossal land mine, but it was still a discussion in need of having.

Fushiguro listened to Yuuji’s forward explanation quietly while he chewed on the spicy ginger chicken and rice bowl with raised brows.

They were in the common area. Just the pair of them, since Yuuji wasn’t quite ready to be completely alone with Fushiguro in his room; moreso not trusting the two of them alone together with his nest nearby and his horniness on rampant levels.

By the end of Yuuji’s explanation for how connected he and Sukuna were, including on all matters private, Fushiguro just looked him over patiently and then back down to his meal.

“So you and Sukuna really do-” Fushiguro swallowed. Eyed him. “That makes sense, actually.”

“Wait- what?”

“From the walls, I could hear a second voice, and I figured-”

“Wait- How much could you hear through the walls?!”

Fushiguro paused. “A bit…” Then, on feeling caught when Yuuji’s face heated. “...a lot.” He cleared his voice. “Okay, maybe everything?”

“Ohmygod.” Yuuji covered his mortified face.

Fushiguro slightly panicked at the omega’s clear embarrassment. He set his chopsticks down.

“It’s okay! I shouldn’t have been listening in, but it was difficult not to.” Fushiguro’s face fell. “I promise I didn’t mean to eavesdrop-”

“This is delightful.” Sukuna cackled from the back of Yuuji’s hand. “I knew you’d enjoy our performance, Fushiguro!”

Yuuji kept his eyes trained to the table when he carded his fingers through his hair. He looked down at his hot tea.

Fushiguro studiously did the same and didn’t press further on the conversation while they both tended to their own inner musings and dinner.

Yuuji cleared his own voice, if only to break the silence. “For the record, I’m not upset, just really, really embarrassed.”

Fushiguro winced. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. The walls are really poorly insulated.” Yuuji glanced up at him, then away. “And you should know that Sukuna and I kind of come as a buy one, get one free deal. He is joined to me, and doesn't have the best manners.”

“So not a very good bargain then.”

Sukuna sneered. “Just you wait until I have my way with you Fushiguro. Then you’ll see why this omega brat moans for me, night after night.”

Fushiguro took another bite of his meal.

Yuuji huffed. “TMI, thanks. But yeah, a bad bargain, but he’s...here. So, that’s something.”

The alpha watched as Sukuna’s mouth disappeared from Yuuji’s hand and reappeared on his cheek. A red eye opened to watch Fushiguro with a high sense of satisfaction.

Yuuji knew it was strange, but Fushiguro didn’t seem too bothered while he and Sukuna made eye contact.

“I still like you, Itadori. Sukuna doesn’t change anything for me, other than he can be…” Fushiguro narrowed his eyes at the grinning, cocky mouth and red eye at the corner of Yuuji’s cheek. “...a little unsettling.”

Yuuji hummed in agreement.

Fushiguro met Sukuna’s eye, “I will tolerate you, so long as you’re good to Itadori.”

“Oh I’m very good to the bratty omega.” Sukuna declared. “Just ask him what he likes about my tongue~ In fact, I can give you a live demonstration.”

Fushiguro reddened and looked up to Yuuji.

Yuuji filled his mouth with more food.

“You can watch me pleasure Yuuji, or I can use my tongue on you-”

Yuuji swallowed. Admitted, since it was out in the open air now. “He, uh...is actually pretty handy to have around.”

Fushiguro seemed slightly taken aback, but nodded.

Yuuji couldn’t deny that he would love to see what Sukuna’s inhuman sexual games and play could do to Fushiguro. If Sukuna could pull the alpha fully away from his better thoughts and reason as he did with Yuuji’s own needs, and devolve Fushiguro to a mess in the ways he did so often with Yuuji’s body.

Sukuna heartily agreed. “I look forward to taking you apart, Fushiguro.”

Fushiguro stared back in alarm.

“Yep, that’s enough from you.” Yuuji shook his head.

“Oh, but it would be a tasty dessert!” Sukuna promised. “I’m sure Fushiguro tastes much better than you. His blood would be so strong, so delectable- His seed-”

Yuuji slapped his hand over the curse’s mouth and stood from the table. “I’m going to grab the dessert from the fridge!”

*

So telling Fushiguro had gone as best as it could’ve gone, considering it unfortunately left an open door for Sukuna to appear at will when Yuuji’s guard was down.

Yet the alpha didn’t shy away from the red eye that watched him heatedly.

Only blinked a ‘you’re here’, the most basic of acknowledgment, before Fushiguro’s attention was purely back on Yuuji and Yuuji’s needs.

Yuuji knew it was only a first step, though.

Sukuna was saving his clever tongue and other talents for when the real show started...

*

*

*

Yuuji’s heat was coming soon.

The omega could feel it; a slight, feverish chill that radiated down his spine and warmed his abdomen throughout the day, and distracted him from his training and studies.

A warmth that amplified itself when he was within close vicinity of Fushiguro.

Yuuji marked his symptoms on a calendar app on his phone while he counted down the days until his heat would finally, fully, settle in.

Living within the dormitories, it was standard that Yuuji notify the school doctor when his heat was due to arrive. There were quiet, secure rooms on the medical wing equipped for an alpha to sweat out a rut, or an omega their heat, while receiving monitored care that was safe and efficient.

Yuuji toured the available rooms and much preferred the familiarity of his own comfortable bed than the too-clean medical rooms.

Ieiri Shoko looked over his chart and handed the paperwork back towards the omega to fill out.

“Text my work number when your heat begins, and I’ll drop off supplies every morning for you to retrieve from your front door. There will be extra monitoring around your building so that we can check in on you and Fushiguro.”

“Check in?”

“Usually a phone call, but we’ll do whatever we feel necessary.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Yuuji checked a few more boxes while he looked through the simplified paperwork.

No, he did not need any medical heat aide devices.

Yes, he did want medication to reduce the intensity of the heat.

No, he didn’t need a heat/rut room in the medical wing.

Yes, he would spend his heat in the dormitory.

Yes, he did want standard food delivery during his heat.

Yes, he had a dedicated partner. To which he wrote in ‘Fushiguro Megumi’ and check-marked the box under ‘alpha’ for designation.

Relation? Boyfriend.

“Typical leave time is a week. We don’t advise that you come back earlier since you’ll need your rest afterwards, and clearance to return back to school. When your heat is over, we’ll schedule a post-heat exam. I’d like to do that asap, since you indicated earlier that this will be your first time with an alpha partner.”

“He’s taking rut suppressants.” Yuuji added, though he figured she already knew since she was the school doctor.

“That’s good. However, I’m still going to recommend that you wear the patch to cover your mating gland. Accidents happen, and the first heat shared with a partner can be intense. There is also the panic button next to your nightstand.”

A standard that they all had in their rooms, per precaution.

“Does Fushiguro also have the week off?”

Ieiri nodded. “Of course.”

Yuuji looked back down at his form. Signed his name, dated it.

Ieiri scanned through it when he handed it back and stamped the bottom, followed by her own signature.

“No alcohol. No drugs, other than the ones I’ve prescribed to you. No destroying school property and please-” she paused and looked up to him knowingly. “-keep it within your room.”

Yuuji reddened, feeling caught for the times he and Fushiguro had definitely been making out in the shadowed corridors all over the school grounds. “Got it.”

“Great. Any other questions?”

Yuuji glanced at the two shots sitting behind her on the cart. She followed his line of sight.

“How effective is the shot again?”

“Between 97-99% effective. With your medical history, I’d side on the higher end.”

Yuuji relaxed. “So if Fushiguro and I don’t use the condoms-” His ears felt like they were getting sunburned with his blush.

Ieiri didn’t find the same embarrassment. She remained clinical while she shrugged. “That’s for both of you to discuss and decide. As your doctor? You should be fine, but I do stress safety. Another layer of protection is always recommended, and it also makes clean-up and hygiene maintenance easier. Which you should still make an effort to shower every day, along with your typical grooming habits. You do not want any of your scent glands getting clogged and inflamed. If that does happen, call immediately. That’s a condition that can’t wait.”

“Right. Okay.” Yuuji looked back down at his hands in his lap. “Thank you.”

“Mm. Anytime.” Ieiri pulled on some gloves. “Ready for your shots? One’s anti-inflammatory to keep your glands under wraps, the other is your scheduled reproductive blocker.”

Yuuji pulled up his sleeve. “No questions. Please, shoot away.”

The rest was by the books.

When his appointment was over, Sukuna groused inside his brain.

“Seriously? All that paperwork just to get fucked during a heat?”

Yuuji rubbed at his sore arm. “Are you complaining again?” He mumbled while he walked down the last flight of stairs. “Because it sounds like you’re complaining.”

“It’s excessive.”

“It’s protocol and I, no we, don’t have to worry about getting knocked up or having any nasty side effects. Remember, you’re in my body. An omega body.”

“That leaks all the time.” Sukuna sneered. “How could I forget?”

Yuuji let the comment slide because, as he reached the last step and felt a trickle of slick leak from his hole, he winced.

Yeah. That’s fair.

His pre-heat boxers were working over time, knowing that he had an available alpha in his life who could satisfy all of the urges he had in his next heat.

All that was left was waiting for it to arrive.

*

*

*

The days leading up to his heat were met with trepidation and over amounts of preparation.

Yuuji had skipped out on his last heat, choosing instead to take the (highly not recommended) dosage of suppressants to skip over the heat entirely and deal with the body aches and migraines that came with the sudden shift of hormones.

He had been reluctant to go through a heat in Gojo’s basement, of all places.

Now he was back in the privacy and safety of his own room, and had everything set and equipped just as he wanted it, given the small space.

His bed, no, nest, his brain supplied, was piled with the softest blankets and a few extra pillows he had pressed himself up against in the evenings. The blankets and pillows were arranged perfectly, as was the mattress protector for when Yuuji knew his heat would produce more slick.

A few extra pairs of sheets and blankets were stacked in the corner.

His small kitchen was well-stocked, and his bathroom even more so with fresh folded towels and an extra toothbrush for when Fushiguro would stay over.

The extra toothbrush, in blue, had been a uniquely proud purchase.

It was a gift to show Fushiguro: ‘You belong here. I’ve made a space for you. I want you here.’

Finally, Yuuji scrubbed and lathered himself clean in the shower, and didn’t bother wearing any scent suppressants afterwards. It would be all for naught the moment Fushiguro came into his personal space, and their scents mixed and reacted to one another’s.

A strong omega with an equally matched alpha.

The first day of his heat was mostly a low grade burning underneath his skin.

An itch he couldn’t scratch himself, even though Sukuna had helped lick and suck at his cock until he came in a crying heap.

It wasn’t enough, and that frustration marked the true beginning of his heat.

Yuuji paced around his room, slightly agitated while he moved some pillows around and smoothed out the blankets on the bed.

Realigned the food and drinks in the small fridge.

Lined his medications in order of time to take on his counter.

Cleaned his bathroom mirror again, if only to channel his energy through cleaning.

By the time Fushiguro came over in casual clothing with a bag slung over his shoulders Yuuji was nearly bursting out of his skin for some affection.

“Hey, you smell good.” Fushiguro complimented him with a chaste kiss when he entered through the door.

“Like a brothel.” Sukuna added. He grinned from Yuuji’s check. “Hello, Fushiguro Megumi.”

Fushiguro didn’t pay Sukuna much mind.

He kissed Yuuji’s other cheek just to spite him.

“How’re you feeling?”

Yuuji wanted to tackle him and mount him then and there, but he could behave himself.

Had to behave, lest he scared away his boyfriend.

The omega felt completely on edge while he forced a smile, despite how he was burning from the inside out.

“Better now that you’re here.” Yuuji laced their hands together.

“Did you eat already?”

“Mhmm.” Yuuji lied.

Fushiguro’s brows knitted. He seemed to catch on to Yuuji’s impatience. “Do you need anything before we-?”

“Only you.” Yuuji replied quickly.

Too quickly.

Fushiguro’s lips twitched nervously. “I’m going to follow your lead, Itadori. I’m all yours.”

Sukuna tsked at the submissive comment, but Yuuji smiled back, pleased. He pulled Fushiguro in and closed the door behind them.

Turned the lock.

Kissed Fushiguro again, harder the second time when the alpha dropped his bag to the floor and toed off his shoes with a great deal of coordination, considering he had a handful of excited omega pressing in and against him.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” The omega said between kisses. “Lemme know if we need to slow down.” Yuuji mouthed wetly against his neck. Fushiguro’s mating gland smelled so good, potent and perfect for the taking. Yuuji’s heat had him dizzy with the thought of claiming his alpha, but there was a thin patch over Fushiguro’s mating gland that mirrored Yuuji’s own.

A barrier, so that they wouldn’t give in to a reckless, unplanned mating.

Still, Fushiguro’s scent carried through.

Yuuji felt his mouth water against the musky, dark woodsy scent of him.

“Same to you.” Fushiguro kissed over his jaw.

Yuuji made an excited, trilling sound when Fushiguro squeezed against his sides playfully. He then gripped at Yuuji’s ass and lifted him towards the pile of comfortable blankets and pillows that Yuuji had set on and around the bed like a makeshift fortress, built just for them.

“Your nest looks good.” Fushiguro complimented him as he deposited the omega’s solid form on the bed. His hand brushed through some of the soft fabric of the comforter. “Very cozy.”

Yuuji preened. “You think so? It’s not overkill?”

“Mm, never been in an omega’s den before, but this is nice.”

Yuuji lit up at the compliment (and confession) and pulled Fushiguro’s shirt up and over his head. The alpha obliged, and pulled Yuuji’s loose sleeveless shirt from his body. He thumbed over his collar bone.

Their open scents betrayed their slight nervousness.

It was a huge step, to share something so guarded and intimate with one another.

Yet Yuuji’s anxious, sun-filled smiles seemed to ease the alpha’s demeanor.

Despite seeming always in control, a low growl of interest rumbled from Fushiguro’s chest, through his throat. A small show of the feral rut looming as a result of Yuuji’s sweet smell.

Yuuji pulled Fushiguro back down towards him and kissed him languidly. No hurry or rush; just a soft, slow exchange of affection to smooth over the first time jitters.

Sukuna inwardly lamented on how slow they were going, but Yuuji didn’t care.

This was how he wanted to lose his virginity with Fushiguro.

At their own pace; to go with the flow of the feeling.

He opened his legs for Fushiguro to slot himself in-between them. The alpha’s touches were reverent and filled with the open want that Yuuji melted fully into.

The pure desire. Unfiltered tenderness.

Fushiguro was holding back, evident in the shaking of his fingers and furrowed brow, and Yuuji whined. He licked against Fushiguro’s gums and nipped at his lips for more.

Both of them were affected by the cloying scent of Yuuji’s heat, which grew thicker in response to Fushiguro’s alpha musk. Without the use of scent suppressing deodorant, Yuuji could fully bask in the thrilling scent of his partner’s arousal.

Slick and rut-coated pre-cum.

Fushiguro and him had done heavy petting and making out before, but this was markedly different.

“Tell him how much you want him.” Sukuna whispered in his head. “Tell him how much we’ve been looking forward to this…”

The omega whined and pressed his hips up against Fushugiro’s, desperate for friction.

Fushiguro stuttered in their kiss and growled above him.

“Please- Want you so bad.” Yuuji confessed. “Been thinking about this for what feels like forever.”

Fushiguro ground himself against him. The outline of his alpha cock was obscene. “Me, too.”

“So get on with it.” Sukuna barked at them from Yuuji’s cheek.

Yuuji chuckled and bared his teeth.

Fushiguro surged into the next hungry kiss and Yuuji moaned into it.

Well, it wasn’t as if they had to worry about neighbors hearing them through the walls…

Yuuji kept Fushiguro close to him in slow, long exploration of their lips and an exchange of tongue and nipping, playful bites. He drank in his taste hungrily, more vocal than he usually was while hands explored bodies and went deeper and deeper into the haze of Yuuji’s heat.

Fushiguro’s alpha pheromones were responding in kind.

And within the ether of it, Sukuna bristled under Yuuji’s feverish skin. Wanting to be unleashed, but also curious to experience the gambit of omegan responses in their purest of forms.

He was fascinated with the marked difference.

The top of the world exhilaration of desire that warmed him all the way to the marrow in his bones.

Yuuji’s dick filled and twitched with interest as slick and wetness trickled down his thighs just from thinking of Fushiguro screwing him on every available surface; how easy it is with his body raring to go and designed, so perfectly, to take a knot and still want more.

How much he wanted this week with Fushiguro in his den with him.

Fushiguro rutted against him in response, and Sukuna purred into the good feelings of how terribly wet and aroused Yuuji was.

“Do you smell how wet he is? How much he wants you?” Sukuna whispered from Yuuji’s cheek. “Such a delicious prize he is for you, little sorcerer. Ripe for the taking. He is tight, I promise. Tight and wet, and so easy to fuck into-”

Yuuji exhaled with a loud, drawn out whine.

His heart was jackrabbit fast in his chest. Sweat beaded down his forehead and gathered at the dips and planes of his overly stimulated body.

“Please, fuck me.” Yuuji whimpered.

Fushiguro’s roaming hands helped to disrobe the rest of their clothing into a heap somewhere across the room. Yuuji’s pants somewhere near the bathroom. Fushiguro’s underwear flew off somewhere on Yuuji’s desk, but he couldn't be bothered to care when they both gazed over each other’s naked forms excitedly.

Yuuji guided his alpha’s hand down his body, past the interest of his cock to the slick hole between his legs.

“Start with two. The brat likes the stretch...” Sukuna purred.

“Itadori?” Fushiguro glanced up to him for permission.

“Listen to him.” Yuuji licked his lips. “He knows what I like.”

“...and I will teach you.” Sukuna promised.

Fushiguro listened carefully to Sukuna’s chuckle and Yuuji’s soft moans when he traced two fingers through the mess of fresh slick tinged with needy pheromones induced by the heat. Potent, mouthwatering slick that Fushiguro breathed in as if Yuuji himself were a delicacy.

Yuuji knew Fushiguro’s hands could play him perfectly, and those same elegant fingers pressed in with little resistance into the slightly puffy, eager opening.

Yuuji’s body seemed to suck him in needfully. Clenched and drew him in urgently.

The omega laid his head back against the pillow with a relieved moan when those digits slipped inside him to ease some of the ache. His cock twitched.

“Crook them a bit.” Yuuji instructed, a hand still on his lover’s wrist. “A little-ah, right there.”

“Harder.” Sukuna demanded. “He can take it harder.”

The curse’s brusque instructions didn’t disrupt the mood. Fushiguro followed the intimate directions in fascination as Yuuji hid nothing of himself from his alpha. He pushed down into the two digits, babbled incoherent words of encouragement between moans as Fushiguro fingered him messily and watched with a thrill of lust in his eyes as the omega fell apart beneath him.

Yuuji’s own lust-tinged gaze glanced from Fushiguro’s face, down to his lithe, strong form, and towards the thick alpha cock throbbing between his legs. Yuuji licked his lips with a whimper when he thought of that whole, long length nestled deep and satisfying inside him.

Sukuna growled at the blabbering of suggestions in Yuuji’s mind, but he was….intrigued.

“A perfect cock on the perfect mate. He is going mad with the thought of being filled- and you will fill us to the brim, wont you, Fushiguro? Give us everything you have and more.” Sukuna growled with his excitement.

Yuuji’s hand twitched.

The omega groaned and shook his head. “No tongues.” He whispered to Sukuna. “I want Fushiguro to myself- No hand tentacles-”

“Next time, then.” Sukuna smirked. “We have days to fulfill our desires.”

After a beat, the cursed added, “….a lifetime, even.” That was lost in the next moan as Fushiguro rubbed over Yuuji’s prostate.

And there would be many more times, as Sukuna knew he had slowly become another staple in the middle of their relationship.

Sukuna watched through Yuuji’s cheek as the lovers got on.

Messy kisses and heated breaths between moans and growls.

Awkward chuckles when they reoriented themselves against each other, as their bodies made noises and responded with more slick, more eager twitching and heated arousal.

Slight fumbling.

Knocking of limbs together while they navigated what position would work best, and ultimately, when Yuuji had one leg thrown over Fushiguro’s shoulder and another cradled in the crook of Fushiguro’s arm, he nodded and held his breath when the thick brush of his partner’s cock slid between his ass, over his hole, and pressed against him.

“Will it fit?” Fushiguro worried through the haze.

“It will.” Sukuna demanded.

The head of Fushiguro’s cock slid and kissed at Yuuji’s wet hole, and met little resistance when eventually it caught against Yuuji’s rim and dipped, pulled by the heat and slick, and Fushiguro’s guiding of his hand. He slowly pushed in, and Yuuji keened high in his throat.

Even Sukuna groaned in pleasure; taking in the whole affair.

Inch by satisfying, tantalizing inch.

Yuuji gasped when the thick of Fushiguro’s knot prevented him from pushing any further in, but gods, he was full. So full and near bursting at the seams for Fushiguro to move and make a complete mess of him. He ran his hand over his low abdomen and swore he could feel Fushiguro’s cock through his skin, resting heavy and full inside him.

“Good?” Fushiguro ran his teeth over Yuuji’s neck. His voice was deeper; so far gone.

“So fucking good.” Yuuji whimpered.

“He can handle so much more.” Sukuna grinned. “Show us what you’ve got, Fushiguro. Give it your all!”

Fushiguro nodded and pressed into Yuuji harder with the next thrust. The omega gasped and seized with pleasure underneath him; and moaned, long and low, as the alpha started a steady pace.

Yuuji’s whole mind was filled with expletives of yes as he was fucked into the mattress by his raring, focused lover.

He could smell the smoky metallic tinge of alpha rut coming apart from the seams.

Fushiguro fucked into him, and the senses for any self-conscience hang-ups or last minute anxieties went up in flames with the ferocity in which Fushiguro bared his incisors and looked at Yuuji as if he were his whole world.

Narrowed down to nothing but Yuuji and how their bodies made a home in one another.

Sukuna’s voice was somewhere in the background, goading them on, shivering with the sensation of his vessel’s body while Yuuji took and took whatever Fushiguro could dish out to him.

Without complaints or reservations

Stripped bare and raw

Even when Yuuji’s body began to slide up the bed from the force of his partner’s thrusts, he didn’t complain. Just wailed louder in encouragement as his bed rapt against the wall. Yuuji had to brace an arm against his headboard and the other against Fushiguro to get some kind of leverage to fuck back on the cock pounding into him with delicious, unwavering fullness.

Getting plowed into the bed was exactly what Yuuji had been hoping and praying for when he had woken up that morning, and Fushiguro delivered in droves.

Yuuji’s legs were shaking with the force of it; his toes curled while he moaned and begged nonsensically with near tears in his doe-brown eyes.

His cock remained hard; angry red and desperate to be touched.

Yet his body was satisfied with the cock filling and stretching him to his very limits. The pronounced head rubbed against his prostate over and over again.

The sounds of their coupling echoed in the room. Moans amplified with the wet, slapping squelch of their joining. Yuuji couldn’t believe the sounds were coming from his body with just how obscene they filled their ears.

The amount of slick was-

“This...is good.” Sukuna echoed in his mind. “Why did we wait so long for this!?”

“It is good-” Yuuji babbled. “Oh, so, so good! Fushiguro!”

The alpha growled against his shoulder.

“He’s close, Fushiguro. Deliciously close to release.” Sukuna urged him on. “Feel how wet he is for you? How his body pulls you in? A perfect hole for your alpha cock-!”

“Ah!” Fushiguro growled and pulled Yuuji down further on the bed with a demanding grip into his hips. There would be marks and bruises, and Yuuji’s mind thrilled at the prospect of showing how he had been claimed so perfectly.

Yuuji pressed up into his next thrust and groaned filthily.

Sukuna’s voice growled back. “Knot him. Fill him with your seed. Give it to us, Fushiguro Megumi-”

“I want it!” Yuuji exclaimed. He clawed down Fushiguro’s back, gripped tightly on Fushiguros’ ass to push him further against and inside him where he was so sinfully hot and wet. The knot wouldn’t give where it pressed as a full, sensitive reminder to how much more he had yet to take. “Please knot me- I n-need it to cum- Please, Fushiguro!”

“Y-you’re so tight.”

“Mmm- Ah!” Yuuji threw his head back. “Please!”

“Too tight-” Fushiguro groaned.

“No, it’s gotta fit!”

“I don’t know if it will-”

“Please, Fushiguro, I need your knot!”

“I don’t want to hurt you-”

“It's fine-! Please, give it to me!” Yuuji growled and bared his teeth with the command.

Fushiguro clenched his own exposed teeth, his brow furrowed in concentration when he gripped Yuuji tighter and put all his strength into getting the thick width of his knot into the mess of slick that was Yuuji’s hole. He pushed and pushed, slipping a few times, until a forceful shove finally gave him some give, but not enough. Yuuji cried out in pain from the denial.

Yuuji gripped into his biceps and Fushiguro panicked.

“You’re too tight.”

“Why’d you stop?”

“I don’t want to hurt you-”

“Ah, it’s okay, you won’t break me-!”

Yuuji shoved back on him and Fushiguro growled in response.

Yuuji growled back, bared his teeth in frustration, and flipped them in reverse, his body over Fushiguro’s whose back now laid out on the mattress. Yuuji’s strong thighs and leg muscles kept up the pace when he sunk back down on his partner’s erection, desperate for the only kind of release he knew that his alpha could give him.

Yuuji’s slick and gravity did the rest for them.

Fushiguro gripped into his hips, urging him on, pulling him down until Yuuji pushed his weight onto the alpha cock, and the perfect bloom of over-sensitivity made them both groan when finally, finally, it pushed them over the edge.

The knot slipped in and Yuuji’s world came crashing into single awareness; hot, white, burning pleasure and completion.

Yuuji’s whole body quaked with his orgasm as Fushiguro rushed to sit up and hold him through it. He mouthed and sucked at Yuuji’s mating gland where his scent was most concentrated. His teeth and sharpened incisors brushed against the mating gland that was barricaded from fulfilling an accompanying bite.

Still, Yuuji’s body sung.

“Oh-oh, Ah!!!” Yuuji cried out. Tears stung at his eyes when the sensation wouldn’t give; when Fushiguro’s knot only seemed to swell into place and forge itself tightly within his body so that there would be no chance of moving away.

Fushiguro’s knot was near painful, but it had Yuuji seeing all of the stars in their galaxy. A productive pain the brought with it the promise for more.

Fushiguro shuddered through his own orgasm and the intensity of their joining while Yuuji clawed at his back for dear life.

The newness of the sensation overwhelmed them both.

Even Sukuna basked in the intensity of it as a shudder under Yuuji’s skin.

Yuuji could feel Fushiguro’s cock still twitching, still emptying inside him while his body drank everything the alpha had to give until there was nothing left.

That satisfaction led to Yuuji purring in uncontrollable droves.

His chest vibrated rhythmically, joyfully, showing his partner just how incredibly content he was and that Fushiguro had done right in satisfying him.

Fushiguro’s responding deep alpha rumble melted the stress and thoughts of every day life to a far, far away blur.

There was only them in the moment, and Yuuji’s eyelids were heavy while Fushiguro carded his fingers through his hair and pet along the nape of his neck.

Over his mating gland. Down his back.

Eventually the feel good endorphins urged Yuuji in closer, so he kissed his alpha with sated hunger. Slow, lazy presses of lips between noses that pressed at skin and scented each other.

Yuuji was so smitten, so in love, it made Sukuna wonder how much of it was rubbing off on him.

The only saving grace Sukuna could see was that Fushiguro was the only worthy alpha for the two of them, and with some practice and convincing, he would soon show them exactly all the pleasures the flesh could experience when handled under skilled hands.

(And oh, did Sukuna have many hands to work with...)

Yuuji stroked Fushiguro’s chest in purring contentment where he was laid out on top of him.

The alpha stroked over his back and shivered when Yuuji adjusted lightly and pulled at where they were still joined; where Fushiguro’s knot twitched and swelled inside him.

“Ah, fuck.” Fushiguro’s brows furrowed. His cock twitched inside of his partner, fillind him with more trickles of spend.

The omega relaxed into the drifting, settled sea of their hearts beating against one another.

Yuuji bit his lip as his hole tightened at the delicious fullness. “How long will it stay like that?”

“No idea.” Fushiguro swallowed thickly. “A while.” He guessed.

Fushiguro’s knot was deep and tight within Yuuji, but that didn’t stop the curious omega from sitting up on top of him. He ground his hips lightly against Fushiguro’s lap, his cock already filling with interest again while the fevered heat trickled through his body as a chill for more of his alpha’s warmth crawled under his fevered skin.

Yuuji grinned impishly from Fushiguro’s lap, his hands anchored on his abdomen while his legs worked to slowly gyrate his hips to get more friction. A luxurious roll of his hips to grind against where they were already intimately joined without pulling away or risking any undue pressure off of his alpha’s knot.

Fushiguro’s body rolled into the pleasure, the tug of his knot, and he groaned around the soft smile that came from the contentment and desire for one another; the mutual feelings that grew and blossomed between them.

“Thought you were getting tired?” Fushiguro hummed.

“Now that I have you in my bed?” Yuuji smiled with hooded, gleaming eyes. “How will I be able to sleep when you’re here with us now?”

Yuuji ran his hand lovingly down Fushiguro’s solid chest. He took the alpha’s hand and pressed it over the small bulge of his lower abdomen, where he was full of the alpha’s seed.

“It feels so good.” Yuuji whispered above own his purring gratification. "You're amazing."

“Yeah?”

“Mm. Think you can give me more, Fushiguro?” Yuuji asked. He bent forward and nibbled kisses over his alpha’s jaw to entice him.

The alpha nosed along Yuuji’s hairline and growled in response.

There wouldn’t be any rest to be had that day.

Not for either of them.

Not when Sukuna still burned under Yuuji's skin, ready for his turn.