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Yuuji had lost a bet. Kugisaki and Fushiguro both laughing at him from behind as he slipped on the last piece of clothing he was made to wear.

A cheerleader’s uniform. He wasn’t sure where they had gotten said uniform, but it was presented to him almost immediately after he had lost the bet with them.

Of course, Yuuji wasn’t shy in outrageous get-ups. But right now, he was. Looking at the full-length mirror, he looks at himself from head to toe. The skirt didn’t have shorts attached to them like ones he had seen before. Everything free underneath. Kugisaki had at least provided him with panties. The top was short, stopping an inch under his nipples, ribcage prominent and on absolute full display. It was skimpy. Yuuji’s blush spread across his face and down his chest, his best friends behind him still laughing. 

Why did Yuuji feel like the bet was set up for him to lose?

The stipulation was wearing a cheerleader’s uniform, and it had to be all day, at school. Yuuji hadn’t blushed this hard in his life, if he was being truly honest. So here he was, wearing the uniform. Getting ready for class. Yuuji was already dreading it.

“You guys can stop laughing now, it doesn’t look that bad.” Yuuji rolls his eyes despite his embarrassment.

Turning back to look at the two who had finally started calming down, hands on his hips. “Okay, was this it?” he questions them. Kugisaki bites her lip once more and holds out a pair of knee-high socks, dangling them at him.

Yuuji groans and makes way to grab at them, pulling them on quickly and slipping on a pair of his nicer sneakers. Sneakers that had been a gift from Gojo-sensei. Smiling fondly for a moment, he claps his cheeks and grabs his bag.

 Megumi had been staring at him, and it makes him pause one more time. “What?” Yuuji asked.

“I- Nothing. Well… Now I’m concerned about the attention you’re going to get.” Megumi says, with a grimaced expression. Both Yuuji and Kugisaki burst into laughter, hands waving to ease the other.

“Don’t worry, Fushiguro. No one’s going to care that much about what I’m wearing!” Yuuji laughs again.

‘I highly doubt that,’ Megumi thinks to himself. 

They left the dorms shortly after; the trio in a wildly animated conversation as they walked to class. Yuuji wasn’tignorant, he was definitely getting stared down; gazes on his back for the most part of the walk. Megumi noticed pretty quickly, and made sure to stand closer. He was hoping to block view of Yuuji’s ass, the skirt fluttering from side to side with each step.

Rushing into Gojo-sensei's classroom, the three got to their seats before the man himself arrived. Late as usual.

They talk amongst themselves for a few more minutes, Yuuji occasionally having to readjust the skirt from riding up too much. When the door opens, Yuuji notices that it’s not just Gojo-sensei. Geto-sensei was with him too. Both teachers stopping dead in their tracks when their eyes land on Yuuji’s pin-straight sitting form.

“Yuuji-kun?”

“Itadori-kun?”

Both older men directed their confusion at him. Geto has the decency to shift his gaze elsewhere, but Gojo lingers. Even through the blindfold, Yuuji knew the man was staring. He could feel that stone-faced gaze through the material. Another moment passes by when Yuuji finally tilts his head and opens his mouth to reply.

“Yes, Gojo-sensei? Geto-sensei?”

Clearing his throat, Gojo gestures down to what he was wearing. Yuuji laughs nervously and turns to look at his best friends. Megumi was glaring at the two men. And Nobara looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here as she filed her nails.

Looking back at the two teachers, Yuuji brings his hands to his lap again and nervously wrings them together.

“I lost a bet. This,” he gestures vaguely at his clothing, “was the penalty.” Yuuji says as he struggled to keep his tone even. He had never felt this shy in front of the two teachers.

Gojo barks out a laugh while Geto shook his head, taking a seat in a chair off to the side of the classroom.  In a chair that was in full view of Yuuji’s half-exposed legs.

His amber eyes shift over to Gojo. He could feel Geto’s gaze on him now as he attempted to focus his attention on the loud man at the front of the classroom. Gojo claps a couple of times to start class. A quick explanation of why Geto was present in the class- he had been free for the day.

The class went by quickly as Yuuji tuned nearly everything out, finding it difficult to really focus with the two sets of eyes that traveled over to him a bit too often. He had caught Geto a few times. The feel of eyes traveling from his legs all the way up to the skirt. Ultimately always landing on the short top that had ridden up slightly from leaning forward when he rested his head in his hand.

He tried to be conscious and careful of each movement when his nipple felt the slightest brush of the top’s fabric. He had only hoped that they weren’t too visible to anyone as they slightly pebbled.

When Gojo’s covered eyes flickered over to him, it had sent something weird floating in his stomach. Pressing his legs together, Yuuji feels a small prick of a chill down his spine. Looking over to the wall clock, he almost sighed in relief that class was almost over, not much longer now.

Gojo claps his hands, signaling that class is over.

“Before I let you go for the day, Yuuji-kun, you stay. We need to have a small chat about inappropriate… clothing.” Gojo says, with a full grin on his lips. Geto makes no move to leave.

He was going to be reprimanded in front of another teacher, and that was adding to the embarrassment.

“Gojo-sensei, that’s actually our fault,” Megumi starts off saying, only to be immediately cut off by another clap of Gojo’s hands; this time a little louder than normal.

“Ah-ah-ah, I didn’t ask Megumi-kun.” Gojo waves his finger in the air, not leaving any room for any more excuses as he continued, “The two of you are dismissed. So, you can leave now.” The teachers tone stern now.

Megumi ‘tsks’, full of annoyance, and makes his way to grab his belongings. Nobara was already ready to leave before class had even ended. Megumi looks over to Yuuji with his face pinched.

“We’ll wait for you in the dorms. Call me if… he gets annoying.” He states before turning to glare at the teachers and then promptly walking out the door like a fluffed, angered cat. Nobara was already out the door.

“I’ll be fine!” Yuuji laughs at their backs, watching Gojo make his way to close the classroom room.

“Take a seat, Itadori-kun,” it was Geto who spoke first, and Yuuji immediately takes a seat in his chair again, a tiny bounce in his leg from the nervousness making the skirt flutter.

“So, Yuuji-kun. What you’re wearing is highly inappropriate for a boy your age. And as your teacher, I should be reprimanding you.” Gojo states, making Yuuji’s head drop low, his face fully flushed.

“I’m sorry, Gojo-sensei.” Yuuji says ever so quietly as he looks away with embarrassment. The teen’s eyes catch Geto’s when he does, lips grazed with a polite smile directly at him. Yuuji feels his skin itch, a sudden urge to cover himself up washes over him. The teen wrings his hands in his lap again.

“No need to be so nervous, Yuuji-kun! Just promise not to wear this or anything like this in public again!” Gojo’s laugh fills the room, his hands patting the table lightly. Yuuji feels that prickly sensation again, but ultimately decides to ignore it. Wetting his plush lips while nodding to his teacher, his eyes shifting back to him.

“Yes, Gojo-sensei, it won’t happen again!”

“Good, good! Now, off you go! I’ll see you later, Yuuji-kun,” a sharp grin on his teacher’s lips and Yuuji fights back the urge to shiver. The teen jumped out of his chair and was out the door in large strides, his heart hammering in his chest.

Why had that interaction made him so uncomfortable? Yuuji had felt the sweat prick his skin and the hairs on his body rising.

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Gojo leans against his desk with a pen in hand, twirling it between his fingers. Geto sat looking near boredom now that their entertainment had absconded out of the classroom.

“How long do we give him before I go and snatch him,” Gojo jests at Geto. The other laughs. A shake of his head at his best friend’s impatience.

“Hmm… Let’s give him just before he gets to his dorm, yeah?” Geto responds, his lips still quirked with mirth.

Gojo closed his eyes and began tracking Yuuji down. He hums a cheery tune to himself, pen still in hand as he continues to twirl it. Gojo sees the outline of Yuuji’s aura nearing a building. The dorms. Yuuji must have ran the moment he was out.

“Ah~ There you are, Yuuji-kun,” Gojo tosses the pen onto the desk and within seconds, was out of the classroom. Geto doesn’t stick around long enough in the now empty classroom, taking his leave to meet Gojo at his home.

Gojo’s house had more privacy, after all.

Yuuji felt the underwear creep up his cheeks almost uncomfortably while running, the skirt fluttering up so often that he knew he had probably flashed any onlookers who had so much as glanced in his direction. The top was no better with how it slid up, pebbled nipples catching along the band of the bottom of it. Yuuji was surprised that the thigh highs had stayed in place. He needed to get to his dorm and change, immediately.

Well. That had been the plan. Just as he was nearing the dorm, Yuuji felt the air knock out of his lungs as he collided with something hard. A body. He wasn’t given a chance to apologize when suddenly he was wrapped in a warm tight hold and then his world shifted, making him dizzy. He’d kept his eyes shut even when the sudden feel of the stable ground was once again under his feet.

He felt nausea lick the back of his throat for a moment. The last time he’d felt this type of pull was when-

“Yuuji-kun~ you can open your eyes now.” The mouth next to his ear whispers playfully and his eyes shoot open. Gojo-sensei. Yuuji’s face contorts into confusion. Why was he brought to his teachers home?

“Took you long enough, Satoru.” A new but familiar voice behind him speaks.

Geto-Sensei.

“Gojo-sensei? Geto-sensei? Why am I here?”

The hold on him gets tighter, his body flush against Gojo’s. Yuuji could feel the hard contour of his teacher’s body along his. The laugh behind him sounded closer. Geto had moved significantly closer. The warmth of his body at his back, the warmth of the breath on his neck. Yuuji shivers.

“Did you really think we were letting you go that easily, Itadori-kun?” Geto whispers along the back of his neck, lips caressing the exposed skin. Yuuji’s skin rises under the ministration, his eyes flutter for a moment.

He was still confused.

“I… don’t understand? I promised I wouldn’t wear it anymore…” Gojo’s hands travel from his waist to his lower back, thumbs toying with the band of the skirt.

Another set of hands move up his back, cold fingertips sliding up and then hooking under the edge of the short top. The fingers rested there for only a moment, but it was enough for Yuuji to feel a warmth spread inside him. The edge of the top snaps against his skin, startling him for a split second.

Why were they doing this?

“So reactive, Yuuji-kun.” Gojo teases before playfully biting down on his neck, Yuuji clenches his eyes shut. Geto’s hands slip back inside the top, moving them to his already pebbled nipples and began to pinch at them. Hard.

This time, Yuuji squirms between their bodies in an attempt to make them stop, but Gojo’s hold gets tighter, and he bites down harder. A whimper passes through his lips and his knees tremble.

“W-wait, hold on- why are y-ou guys doing this,” Yuuji stumbles over his words when panic sets in. Gojo slips his hands inside the skirt, big hands grabbing and pulling his ass cheeks apart.

His teacher moans into the spot he had bitten, now lapping at it; marking him. He doesn’t spend too much time there before extracting his mouth from the skin, breath tickling the expanse of his throat.

“Your ass looks amazing in this- feels amazing… could eat you right up, Yuuji-kun,” Gojo moans again and Yuuji feels the twitch of the cock against his exposed abdomen. He tries to hide his face in his teachers chest when a hand leaves his nipple only to find itself in his hair. The sudden pull makes Yuuji whimper, and he starts to struggle again. The pull hurt.

“Geto-sensei- H-hurts…” Yuuji complains, tears forming in his eyes, but Geto pulls harder.

“Be good, Itadori-kun,”  

His whimper echoes in the room, wiggling his body again despite the grip on his hair and body. The movement only made Gojo moan from the friction. His teacher’s hands on his ass gripping harder, massaging the cheeks earnestly as he rubbed his clothed cock over his stomach again.

With the tight hold keeping him in place, he was unable to budge. Geto lets go of his hair and Yuuji suddenly feels a draft on his ass.

The skirt had been flipped up, exposing his panty-clad ass. Yuuji can only flush into his hair line in embarrassment.

“W-wait, Geto-sensei, what are you doing!?”

Yuuji receives a low chuckle and a bite over his panties, causing the faintest of twitches at his clit.

“Spread your legs for Suguru, Yuuji-kun,” Gojo instructs him, and Yuuji continues to tremble and doesn’t do as he’s told. Gojo lets out an annoyed “tsk,” and suddenly he’s no longer facing his teacher. He’d been turned so quickly that he hadn’t been able to process it. The hold on him gets tighter and the cock presses on the small of his back.

Geto grabs ahold of his thighs and leans his face into his covered cunt, inhaling Yuuji’s sweet smell, nosing at the mound- breath hot and heavy over the clit. Yuuji shakes, the feeling was new. This was foreign to him. He wasn’t sure he liked this.

All thoughts go out with window and his entire body quakes when the hot mouth licks him through his underwear, the thin material barely considered a barrier in this situation. Geto laps at his clit, wetting the fabric with his saliva and making it stick to him. Yuuji’s eyes flutter shut, and he lets out a strained gasp when Geto starts to bite at it, pulling it gently with his teeth.

Yuuji had almost forgotten about Gojo until the man started to grind harder into his back, low moan fluttering next to his ear, bringing him back to what was happening. He tries to wiggle out of both men’s grasps, only to nearly buckle under a harsh suck at his clit. His clit was slowly starting to take interest in the ministrations, fattening up, a low throb. His body was working against him.

“Ah-ah-ah, Yuuji-kun. Be good and stay put for us,” Gojo chastises, almost mockingly. The hold on his thighs gets tighter, keeping them spread apart. Gojo slips two fingers into his mouth, forcing it in and swirling it around his tongue to coat the long digits. Just as fast as they were inserted into his slick mouth, Gojo pulls them out and down to his ass.

“You coated them so well, Yuuji-kun. It’ll make this easier for you.” He says playfully along the shell of his ear. Yuuji whimpers when Geto tugs at his clit harder. He was throbbing in the man’s mouth and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

“What- what do you mean make it easi-” Yuuji stutters and freezes when his fingers touch the tight ring of muscles. The slick fingers press against it harder and Yuuji feels himself go faint. He’s never touched there, much less his cunt. He panics and clenches up.

“W-wait, Gojo-sensei, wait- I’ve never-!” he presses harder and suddenly feels Geto’s fingers at his cunt, rubbing at the opening through his panties.

“Oh~ Yuuji-kun's a virgin.” Gojo laughs, almost too sweetly. Like it was the best news in the world to him.

Geto moans along the material of the panties directly over the clit, the vibrations there making Yuuji moan.

“Oh, he likes that, Suguru ~” 

Gojo takes the opportunity to slip a finger into the knuckle. The distraction of Geto’s mouth did little to ease the discomfort.

“A-ah – Gojo-sensei, please, no-!” Yuuji whimpers in protest, but the man ignores him as he thrust his finger inside the heat of Yuuji’s ass with shallow movements.

Yuuji’s mouth drops, and another loud moan is pulled from him. It was too much for him. Between Geto’s mouth and Gojo’s finger, he felt himself go hot with the new sensations.

The fingers inside him hook and drag along the walls of his ass, hitting a spot that almost had him buckling. Yuuji leans his head back on Gojo’s shoulder, feeling himself drip from his cunt. The material of the underwear absolutely soaked while Geto pressed harder at the opening.

Too much. It was too much. Yuuji’s brain short circuits when Geto slides the panties to the side and his mouth latches onto the throbbing clit. A heady moan from both of them. Geto from tasting Yuuji’s cunt directly, and Yuuji from the heat of the mouth applying a suction and tongue.

“Oh,”

The cheer uniform sits uncomfortably on his body now; everything was too hot, too sweaty. The shirt that had already been tight felt even tighter while he tried to gasp for air under the older men’s ministrations. 

Geto lets out a sound of what appeared to have been of disapproval before the panties are yanked down to his spread-out thighs, stretching the underwear in the process.  His mouth is back on him, and his hands dig into the plush thighs harder. The underwear being out of the way giving Gojo more room to freely thrust his fingers inside Yuuji’s ass.

“Ah- Ah! Gojo-sensei, Geto-sensei- too much! It’s too much,” Yuuji whines out to them. Gojo lets out a short breath into his hair.

“We know you can take it, Yuuji-kun. You’re going to take a lot more.” Gojo states in a ‘matter of fact’ tone. Yuuji didn’t know what do with his hands, so he grabbed onto Geto’s hair, pulling at it harshly. It only made the man moan into the plush wetness of his cunt, fingers dragging up and down the wet opening.

The fingers inside his ass pump into him for a short few moments before they’re pulled out of him. Gojo lets him go completely to get on his knees behind him, his face meshing into the crevice of his ass cheeks and then a swipe of his tongue at his hole. Yuuji grabs ahold of Geto’s hair tighter, and in turn bringing his face closer to his cunt. A filthy moan pushes out of him.

“Please, n-no- not there- not like that, Gojo-sensei!” Yuuji cries out when the tongue pushes deeper into his ass, lapping at anything it could reach.

The two older men work to open Yuuji up for them, bringing the teen closer and closer to the edge. Yuuji continuously shakes in their hold, too many sensations hitting him at once.

Geto pulls his face back while he continued to trace and spread the slickness of his saliva and Yuuji’s juices.

“You smell and taste so good, Itadori-kun,” he says, dipping his fingers into the folds to circle the gushing cunt, sliding them all the way in with ease.

Geto looks up at Yuuji through his loosened hair, hair that was still being held with a death grip. He flicks his tongue at the pulsating nub, bringing it between his teeth to bite down gently while he pumped his fingers inside. Yuuji gasps, his nails digging into the scalp.

Gojo whines into Yuuji’s ass and pulls his body back further into his face. The onslaught assault of his teacher’s tongue in his ass sends Yuuji lurching forward, bumping into Geto’s face.

The only thing Yuuji could really do was stand there and take it. The two older men had been dead set on not stopping.

Yuuji’s chest heaves, the heat inside him rising slowly. He was going to come from this. His holes clench wildly around Geto’s fingers and Gojo’s tongue, and just like that they stop simultaneously. Yuuji whines at the loss.

They both laugh under their breath and Yuuji in turn scowls; eyes opening to look down at Geto, who was now looking at him directly in the eyes, a devious smirk playing on his lips. Yuuji freezes when he stands at his full height, towering over him. Geto licks his lips to clean off the juices that had flowed from Yuuji’s cunt, his eyes closing as if to savor the taste. He was putting on a show of how much he enjoyed it. How much he enjoyed Yuuji. Geto opens his eyes again.

“You taste so magnificent, Itadori-kun.”

Yuuji flushes from his scalp to his chest, the heat of Geto’s words sparking across his body. Gojo stands again, pressing his body firmly against his back. His teacher’s hard cock twitches.

“Yuuuuji-kunnn, I need to be inside you,” the man behind him whines into his neck, rubbing himself along the slope of his back. Yuuji’s eyes never leave Geto’s. He closes the distance between them and instantly starts to devour Yuuji’s mouth with a filthy kiss of teeth and tongue. It was messy.

Yuuji tasting himself on the man’s mouth.

Gojo continues to rut against his back while Geto took control of his mouth, hands digging tightly at his exposed ribcage. Yuuji didn’t know who’s hands they were at this point. The skirt gets pushed further up his waist by cold fingers. Those were Geto’s hands.

Yuuji gets dragged further back, Gojo had moved to lean against the wall of the room. He leans back into his chest, shivering when he realizes his teacher had pulled his cock out, the tip leaking on his back.

A flurry of hands over his body and the tip of Geto’s cock nudges against his throbbing clit.

When had they pulled their cocks out?

“Wa-ait- hold on, ah-!” Yuuji whines, cut off by another kiss. Yuuji hears the sound of saliva being spat out and then the motions of Gojo pumping himself at his back. Geto’s hands move to cup his ass, spreading the cheeks far apart and then the tip of his teachers cock kissing his hole. Yuuji’s asshole flutters, a small wave of anxiety hits him.

“Mhph-” Yuuji whimpers into Geto’s mouth, his hands tugging at the dark strands harder. He moans into Yuuji’s mouth, rubbing the tip of his cock harder into Yuuji’s clit.

Gojo pushes into his ass, filling him to the brim in one go. No amount of prep had prepared him for the feeling of being filled like this. Yuuji’s eyes roll back behind his closed lids. A heavy and dirty moan escaping him and against Geto’s mouth.

“Yuuji-kun… ah- so fucking tight- taking me so well,” he moans into Yuuji’s neck, his teeth scraping against his skin. Yuuji trembles.

 It was too much.

Gojo stays still inside of him for a moment before he begins to pull out slowly to the tip and plunging back in, hitting the plush walls of his ass. Yuuji feels the wetness drip from his cunt down his thighs.

Geto pulls back from kissing Yuuji. He grabs his cock to position it right under his leaking cunt, coating himself with the gush flowing out.

“You’re so wet, Itadori-kun,” he teases along his lips, barely touching now. He feels himself ache. His cunt fluttering open and close. Yuuji needed it.

Yuuji drags his hands out of Geto’s hair and places them on his shoulders, his nails digging in deep. When he opens his eyes again, he’s met with an absolute burning gaze from Geto as he watched his best friend rail into Yuuji’s ass. The teen quakes and eyes threatened to close again. It felt too good.

His hips move on their own accord now, his cunt sliding back and forth over Geto’s twitching cock. Yuuji could feel the throb.

“G-Geto-sensei- please, please,” he begs him. Geto smirks at Yuuji and moves back to let Gojo plow into him. Yuuji whines and gasps. He wanted his cunt filled. Desperately.

Yuuji being fucked was a sight for Geto; grabbing his soaked cock, he pumps himself slowly as he watched the teen break apart from the cock in his ass.

“Look at you. Taking Satoru so well, Itadori-kun,” he says as he thumbs his slit, a shiver going up his spine. Yuuji watches him, saliva dripping down his chin, the pressure inside him building up higher and higher. He felt like he could fall off the edge.

Gojo slips his hands up to Yuuji’s chest and squeezes firmly while his hips rammed into him in a steady pace. The walls of Yuuji’s ass so tight, so extravagantly hot around him. He wasn’t going to last with how he was being squeezed.

“Mmm, Yuuji-kun, your ass was made for this, for us.”

Their moans echo and bounce around the room, Yuuji tries to keep up with Gojo’s thrusts, to which had now become erratic.

“Ah- ah –ah, Gojo-sensei, pl-please!” his eyes shut tightly when the thrusts stutter to a halt and then a sudden warmth fills him… Gojo came quick from him just begging.

“Mmm, Yuuji-kun…” he slurred into his hair following a long-satisfied moan, content. Yuuji stands shaking, full of Gojo’s cock and cum.

“So pretty, Itadori-kun.”

With bleary tired eyes, he throws Geto a half-lidded gaze.

“Geto-sensei, I need to cum... please, I want you here,” He begs, while slipping his hands down to his soaking cunt to point exactly where he wanted him.

He was desperate for release. The coil ready to snap with in him.

“Should I, Satoru?” He looks over Yuuji’s shoulder to make eye contact with Gojo; who laughs into his hair affectionately, soaking the warmth of the teen’s body and ass.

“Suguru. If you don’t, I will. I don’t mind having Yuuji-kun all to myself, after all.” They talked like he wasn’t here, but with how far gone he was, Yuuji didn’t think he cared all that much.

The discomfort in his abdomen increases, tears spring up in his eyes.

“Please.”

And then Geto was on him again, pushing him further back into Gojo’s chest. His teacher’s cock hitting the already overstimulated walls of his ass. Cum spills out of him and down his thighs.

Geto grabs at one of his legs, hoisting it up to rest on his hip, his cock teasing his clit again. Spreading the mess he and Gojo made of him.  

Yuuji’s cunt twitches with anticipation. He looks down at the space between them to watch the slide of the cock, the length glistening with the natural lubrication that spilled out of him, Gojo’s cum mixing with it. He shivers.

The man finally drags his cock to the hole and enters carefully, and Yuuji winces. It was barely in, and despite the discomfort, his cunt flutters around the length, attempting to draw more of it in. He lets out a gasp when more of it pushes in, expanding the hole further. Yuuji’s eyes flutter, Gojo holding him close, Geto seating himself fully inside. He felt so full. So good.

A mouth latches onto his, devouring the heady moan ripping out of him. Geto wastes no time and pulls out and then pushing back in. All three moan in unison when he thrusts harder, Yuuji taking more and more of the cocks insides of him.

The heat builds up inside him again, his hips shake at every plunge into him. Yuuji’s head gets turned and then Gojo’s lips are on his, taking every moan into his mouth, every stuttered breath he had to offer him.

“Mph,”

“He really does take it so well, Satoru.” He moans when Yuuji tightens around his cock, the praise sending licks of pleasure down to his toes.

Wet slapping, moans and kissing sounds echo in Yuuji’s ears. The cheer outfit ruined with sweat and cum, the socks at his ankles. His underwear missing. When had that happened?

A sharp thrust has him wailing into Gojo’s mouth before he pulls off, flushed red lips trembling when Geto thrusts into that same spot dead on.

His bladder jumps at the next few thrusts and tears spill, so pleasure-bound that he couldn’t form words to alert them that it felt weird again.

Geto leans forward to latch onto his neck, sucking marks into the sweat glistened skin, hand tightening around the propped-up leg.

“Too much, it’s too much!” Yuuji wails as his head lolls onto the hard chest behind him, tears trailing down his cheeks. Gojo’s laugh vibrates against him. Nails dig into Geto’s shoulders again, the man’s hips slamming into his with reckless abandon.

Yuuji doesn’t see it coming, eyes crossing when his bladders hit again and feels himself get soaked, fluid spreading along their thighs.

Did he wet himself-

The warmth of it spreads to his ankles. The feeling uncomfortable. Yuuji squirms for a moment and the heat in his stomach snaps, his cunt gripping at both cocks in him. Gojo moans into his hair, his hands gripping at Yuuji’s waist while his hips stuttered against his ass. Gojo had cum again.

With an unexpected long and loud, drawn-out moan, Geto bites down onto his skin, coming into the heat that continuously drew him in, breath halted but his hips continued to thrust. He was milking himself dry. The overstimulation sends Yuuji sobbing, his eyes blurring with white hot pleasure.

All of his senses dull. Yuuji filled to the brim with cock and cum, his own release dripping down his legs. Geto moves to nuzzle his cheek, gently putting his leg down and soothing the aching hip.

He stands shaking between them, eyes blurred.

“You did so well, Itadori-kun,” a praise along his skin causing a whimper to ripple out.

The next few moments were a blur to Yuuji. One moment he was standing and stuffed full and then the next, the scent of both his teachers travels around his nose when his body hits the soft comforter; his outfit digging into his skin in the most uncomfortable of ways.

Body too fucked out to move. The bed dips on either side of his resting form, hands petting and holding him close. The faint smell of a cigarette lingering in his nose now; Geto’s, probably. Gojo’s sweet dessert smell mingling with it.

“Would it raise suspicion if I gave Megumi-kun and Kugusaki a passing grade until graduation?”

That makes Yuuji snort into the covers.

“One look at me and they’ll know.” he says dryly, Geto snickering into his neck.

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

“Fushiguro would murder you both.”

Both teachers bark out a laugh, if Yuuji wasn’t as exhausted as he was, he’d roll his eyes, but instead lays there while both men played with him.

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For the record. Megumi in fact did attempt murder.