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I Bite (At The Hand That Feeds Me)
Ok, to be fair he did notice that his newest student was a bit- finicky. He honestly just thought it was a quirk of the boy, the teen was cheerful and susceptible in every other way. So, he never looked too closely, content in letting Yuji be as he truly wasn’t harming anyone with his personality otherwise.
If he had to equate Yuji to anything it would be a puppy, with paws too big for his own body. Cutely gnawing on the walls of the home, uncaring for the damage. But it was ok, Satoru would cover anything he needed to. He was content in watching his students grow and if he has to sweep up some damage left behind then well... he’s been trying to steadily drain the Gojo funds.
But enough of his cute student, for now he was browsing the wares at the local tourist shop. Heavily debating what treats to bring back after this mission, he hummed. Nobara had been wanting to try some of their macaroons, so that at least was a no brainer.
Yuji was very easy to please and would eat anything he brought back, so he decided to just get some chocolates for the kid. ‘Gumi didn’t care for sweets as much, dark chocolate for him maybe?
Humming, he let his mind drift through the actions of placing his order at the counter and waiting, rocking on his heels as he tussled his hair. He might be due for a short nap, it’s been about three days since he last slept. RCT powers him through the countless missions and teaching at this point, but it’s ok anything for his kids after all.
Letting his mind drift off, he leaned against the window beside the pick-up area, letting the mixed chatter of the civilians wash over him.
Soon he’d be able to relax again; this was his last mission he was humoring the higher ups with tonight. They can take their missions and shove it quite frankly, how about they get off their asses and take missions for once. But no, why do that when they can foster them off onto him and his students.
“Gojo-san!”
Perking up at his order being called for pick-up he gently pushed himself off his resting point to go collect the bagged items. Maybe he should of picked up a treat for his now third year students, but they were all hard-strung brats who claim to of grown out of his souvenirs mou~. On top of that, he has no new first years to pamper when he comes back from missions, the horror.
With one flirtatious wink to one of the girls by the door he left the building, walking naturally with the flow of the crowd he waited until he spotted a dense dark alleyway to step into, with no civilians none the wiser, before teleporting himself back to Jujutsu High.
Stepping into the hall leading to his classroom he brushed off the dirt that could be lingering on his jacket. If he timed it right his students should still be hanging around in the classroom, as they had a self-study day set for today. If not, then well he’d scout out their residuals.
Letting his Energy spike slightly warning anyone in the room that he is entering, his kiddos had become such a jumpy bunch, he slowly opened the classroom door gliding his hand along the way. Peering in he spotted one of his second and third years, Yuji and Yuta, occupying the room none of the other first years were inside. Judging by the residuals, they hadn’t for a while.
Glancing over the two he noted the somewhat odd positioning of them. Yuji sat normally in his seat while Yuta sat perched on his desk his thighs bracketing Yuji in his chair. While not too weird the position did have Yuta curling forward above Yuji as he was whispering something to him.
Cocking his head he called out to the duo, slightly startling Yuji. “Heya~ I brought back some treats! Yuta I didn’t bring you anything though since you’re always snubbing my treats mou~” Satoru dragged out the ‘u’ sound in a pouty manner, mockingly guilt-tripping the teen.
Yuta’s droopy dark eyes turned to look at him, still curled over Yuji’s shoulder so all that he could see was the teen’s eyes and part of his nose. “Hm, no worries sensei. I’ll share Yuji’s,” Yuta’s hand curled against Yuji’s shoulder as he leaned back, no longer sharing stale air between the two of them.
Pink hair shifted as Yuji leaned back in his chair to look over at him, darkening amber eyes pinning him quickly. Satoru guesses the teen must be hungry with how he spotted the kid giving a kitten lick to the bottom of his tongue.
What he didn’t note was the fact that Yuji’s gaze never left his face.
Sensing the fact that neither were going to move, he strides further into the classroom. Sitting the decorated bag onto his desk, he goes to shuffle the items around as he searches for Yuji’s.
“I got you Chocolate since you were wanting something normal. It has a mix of dark and milk since you don’t like wh-” His explanation was cut off as he turned with the box of chocolates to see Yuji pressing into his personal space, while not shocking as Yuji was a very tactile person having him suddenly there had startled him slightly.
Cocking his head he went to continue his sentence when Yuji had reached up to loop his arms around his neck, humoring the teen he bent down further so Yuji wouldn’t have to stand on his tip-toes to comfortably hang from his neck. “What is in ya today?” he muttered as he ruffled the pink tresses pressed up into his face.
Just as he was about to stand back up straight to disengage the spontaneous hug, he felt the other’s warm nose pressing up against his jaw. Flickering his gaze to Yuta who was now sitting facing them, still perched on the desk, dark eyes pinned on them. Satoru watched as a small smile grew on the third year's face.
It was that which caused the momentary lapse of attention, next thing he knows is that suddenly there's a wet warmth coating him, letting out a wet gurgle he looked down at Yuji to see blood coating his mouth. Dropping the box of chocolate he felt at his throat, his manicured nails grazing the edge of missing flesh, his knowledge of anatomy lets him know that Yuji bit down into his Trachea.
Satoru stumbled slightly as he guided himself to sit down as he instantly activated Reverse Curse Technique, slowly knitting his throat back together as Yuji crawled into his lap. The teen still chewing his stolen goods as he stares down at him, blood coating the other’s chin as it dripped down onto Satoru’s now ruined jacket.
Not trusting his throat to handle talking quite yet he reaches up to dig his fingers into Yuji’s plump thigh with one hand as the other cups his own throat protecting it as it still heals. Yuji presses his hands onto his sternum to push him back before trailing one hand to push the blindfold away.
Satoru knew if he was truly in danger of his students he’d be able to handle it just fine, this was just.... a quirk. Totally, it is.... so normal for a student to suddenly maul a teacher, trust. With a wet huff he let himself relax against the floor, cocking an eyebrow at the predatory gaze that was held within those amber eyes. Giving a wet cough he tries to see if his throat is back to normal.
“Yu-Yuji. Wha... What’s up?” He casually asks the teen who was cracking the ill-gotten cartilage of his Trachea between his morals as he wiggles himself on top of his hips. The motion causing him to wince as the teen brushed against his cock. He was quickly gaining the notion at the other was not in fact going to respond; the amber eyes just slowly blinking while staring down at him.
“Yuji here simply wanted a bite; he was oh so cruelly denying his own instincts.” A soft voice coos over the shoulder of Yuji, lithe fingers trailing Yuji’s shoulder until it reaches up to cup the other’s jaw. Yuta let his hand guide Yuji to look upwards before thumbing his mouth open.
Those dark droopy eyes stare into Satoru’s cerulean as he laps at the blood-soaked mouth below him. The wet pink tongue dipping in and out of Yuji’s panting mouth, Satoru’s blood being shared between the two of them.
Satoru wetly groans as Yuji starts to rock against him; his own cock was straining against his uniform. Yuta’s eyes curl into crescents as he rubs the soft pink locks with his clean hand, comforting the hazed teen through his actions before he trailed his hand down to cover the bleary amber eyes.
“Isn’t he so cute after giving into his instincts Sensei?” Yuta gave one final flick of his tongue into Yuji’s mouth as he stared down at him. “He was telling me all about how Sukuna was affecting him. The cravings of flesh, bones in his morals. Of course, I knew just the person who’d help him, right Sensei.” The cooing tone of the younger Special Grade did not cover the dark words spewing out of his mouth.
While he knew that Yuta had some... cannibalistic thoughts due to his technique, he honestly thought they were curbed. He never thought the other would lure Yuji into accepting them as well. His thought process was quickly derailed as the stimulation settles further into his gut.
Yuji was full on humping against him, brutally chasing pleasure in his euphoric state of mind. Glancing up at Yuta he groaned before flicking the button open on Yuji’s uniform pants. Was this improper? Yes. But hell, the kid could have killed him if he was someone else, so it’s equivalent exchange.
Yuta stood bent over the two of them still, knees locking into the position. Throwing a questioning glance up at the other, silently questioning how far this was going to go. His answer was given by the other lifting Yuji up from under his arms and quickly tugging the pants off the panting teen leaving him in his beloved stirrup socks.
Despite the kid’s earlier actions of mauling him, he was almost drowning in a submissive mindset as he allows them to move him around. Glazed eyes slowly blink down at him, fully uncaring that he sits unclothed against Satoru’s fully clothed, and bloodstained, body.
“Like I said isn’t he cute?” Yuta cooed threading his fingers into the pink mop of hair, slightly tugging him left and right with his hair. Yuji just swayed along unflinching as he reached back behind himself to work himself open.
“Yes, Yuji is the cutest.” Satoru groaned, tipping his head back as he tried to hold himself back from flipping the teen onto his back.
“Hm.” was Yuji’s nonverbal response, clearly too lost in the haze of his own mind to clearly verbalize.
“Do you two infact have any sort of system for this or am I going to be even more of an asshole taking advantage of Yuji.” Satoru couldn’t help but snark up at Yuta, who despite the accusation just cheerily smiles, his dark eye bags stretching along with his crescentic eyes.
“Oh no worries, I’m here to make sure nothing he’s uncomfortable with happens. Hm~ even then if it’s you, he wouldn’t mind.” Yuta coos as he lets go of Yuji to pick up the box of chocolates before hoisting himself up onto his desk, staring down at them both.
Satoru rolls his eyes upwards before tossing his morals fully aside, fully incriminated at this point already. Tightening his grip on Yuji’s thighs he pushes up before forcing Yuji onto his back. The tatami flooring cushioning the confused teen as he repositions him, threading his arm through one of Yuji’s knees before he plants his hand on the floor near Yuji’s waist.
The position causes Yuji to fold into himself slightly as his knee is forced up by his shoulder. Satoru takes a second to coo down at Yuji taking in the wide eyes staring up at him. Pressing Yuji’s thigh further into his chest he pecks at the teen’s huffing mouth before trailing down his throat before stopping. Gazing up at Yuta from the corner of his eye he gave a punishing bite into the bare throat beneath him, his blunt teeth carving into it messily.
Leaning back he stares down at his masterpiece, the teeth indents welling with blood sluggishly.
“Hm~ nice one Sen-sei~.” Yuta drew out before popping one of the forgotten chocolates into his mouth cheerfully. Those dead black eyes trailing the scene before he leans forward to push a milk chocolate against his lips.
Gojo sighs before opening his mouth to allow Yuta to push the confection in. Tilting his head back he ground the sweet in his back molars as he reaches up to thread his hand into Yuta’s styled hair, messing it up slightly. Obediently, the teen leans down following the guiding hand to slot his lips against Satoru’s.
Flicking his tongue up into the other’s mouth, he let the taste of chocolate trade between them as Yuji started squirming up against him. Heady whines pouring out of Yuji as he listens to them kissing, Satoru huffs a chuckle into Yuta’s mouth as he feels Yuji try to grind his cock on him, only for him to push down on his hip stilling him.
“Stop that Tora-kun~” Satoru coos as he turns from Yuta to stare at Yuji, crinkling his eyes in amusement. Leaning down, he presses up against the teen, pushing their crotches together as he licks at the self-mutilated lips asking for entry. To his amusement the teen quickly opened, offering himself up as a buffet for Satoru to devour. Kissing Yuji was alot messier than Yuta’s but it was endearing, Satoru couldn’t help but giving a huff of laughter at the fucked out look Yuji manages to achieve from heavy petting.
“So how long have you been influencing Yuji, dear Yuta.” He asked as he trailed his fingers down Yuji, tucking his fingers into the stretched opening, checking to see if the teen stretched himself or not.
“Why are you blaming me?” If it were any other student, he’d say they were pouting.
“But it was mostly Sukuna on the cannibalism part, I just... nudged him onto the bath. Congrats on your two cannibalistic students, Sensei.”
Satoru glances up to see Yuta press his palms together and mockingly bowing. Smart ass student of his.
Turning back to Yuji before he got fussy again, he tugged his slacks open with one hand, barely nudging them and his briefs over his hip bones. Leaning down he let his cock drag along the teen’s abdomen before he threaded his other arm through his knee and dragged him up onto his lap slightly, putting him in a more optimal position to get his cock into.
Yuji threaded his arms around his neck again while Satoru was distracted, nudging at the opening, slowly feeding his tip into the promised warmth. Blue eyes stared into amber as he successfully pushed past the rim. “You ok?” Satoru made sure to see Yuji nod before he let himself slam in harshly, settling his full length inside Yuji in one fell thrust. The action gained a mewl of pain, but before Satoru questioned it, the teen had fisted his hands into the back of his jacket anchoring him there.
“You can be rough Sensei; he’s not a bumbling virgin. I do fear I have to inform you that Sukuna did claim that back last year, I’m sure you can imagine how that was like.” Satoru could feel Yuta propping a foot on top of his back, slightly pushing him down before he removed it again. “He just goes a little dumb during sex. It’s cute though.” Yuta gave a dark chuckle at the blissed out look on Yuji’s face.
Getting the go-ahead, he swiftly pulled his hips back before setting a pummeling pace. The tatami flooring softened the blow to the teen’s back as he was dragged up and down. Yuji’s knees were fully pressed up against his ears as Satoru pressed his hands down locking his extended elbows as he thoroughly bred the brat's hole. If he could get pregnant then the teen definitely would not walk out unscathed.
Hearing Yuji give halting whimpers with every thrust he cooed, threading one of his hands into his hair before dragging it down to cup Yuji’s cheek. “I’ll have to give begrudging thanks to the King O’ Curses for such good training. You take cock so well Yuji~”
Thumbing at Yuji’s bottom lip he allowed the teen to wrap his greedy lips around it, the pink tongue of his wetly wrapping around the digit as he tried to coax it farther into his mouth. Quirking his lip, he allowed it as he knew quite well what Yuji was wanting to do.
The second those pearly whites of his student bite down with a force strong enough to sever he made sure to angle his thrusts straight into the path of the misbehaving teen’s prostate. Yuji was forced to bite down on his ‘prize’ as the punishing pace was set, trying to chew would only lead to him choking after all.
“Well maybe Sukuna needs to housebreak the tiger after all. Naughty thing.” Satoru coos while he quickly regenerates his thumb, the pain barely registering as he is overloaded on endorphins.
Yuta gives a passing laugh as he pulls out his phone, silently recording the duo. Yuji would want to see it after all when he gets out of his floaty headspace, and for himself of course. He never truly believed that his Sensei would give into their antics; Yuta was content on just getting Yuji to accept that the cravings weren’t all that bad. And Sensei did have a great grasp on RCT, and while he could heal himself he knew Yuji needed someone else to also accept that fact about him.
Both Yuta and Sukuna had tasted flesh so of course Yuji wouldn’t accept their words fully at face value, so no it wasn’t his plan for Sensei to give into Yuji’s lust. Which judging by the pace the man was setting he definitely needed it. Poor Yuj wasn’t going to be able to walk straight after this, seeing the younger in a mating press by their teacher was so lovely though.
Dropping down from Sensei’s desk he walked to stand at Yuji’s head, his phone still recording. Kneeling in between the bouncing legs that were pinned by their Sensei Yuta leaned down cradling the younger’s head as he licked into his mouth, stubbornly parting those bloodied lips. Roughly kissing Yuji he worked the amputated thumb into his own mouth, stealing the war-prize from his kouhai. Grinning down at those doe eyes, he let the thumb hang out of his mouth for a couple seconds before tilting his head back to swallow it whole.
“Don’t you want to help me Yuji?” Yuta cocked his head as he leaned over the other, Sensei’s panting huffs close to his ears. Flickering his gaze back to their Sensei he gave a bloodied grin before licking his teeth.
Feeling Yuji nod, still within his cradled hands, he leaned back to fish out his own weeping erection, letting it drag across Yuji’s forehead before he coaxed him to tilt his head back, baring his throat for Sensei to victimize again. Watching the white mop of hair close in to devour the younger Yuta gives a small chuckle before feeding his erection down into that said throat.
As he’s unable to thread his fingers on Yuji’s throat, he instead fists them in Sensei’s hair, whining slightly as he starts rocking into that wet heat. The pressure of the adult’s teeth pressing against Yuji’s throat causes it to tighten around him. “You’re really unfair Sensei.”
Said man gave a laugh at that as he gave open mouth kisses along that neck before leaning up to lock lips with him. Tangling his hands in further he let the man guide the kiss, devouring him instead. Metallic scent that was heavy in the air now mixed with a heady scent of sweat. Seeing Sensei start to slow in pace, he knew that it was coming to an end.
Groaning he let go of the man’s hair letting him pull out of Yuji, the teen’s legs falling numb from the mating press lay spread open around the man’s kneeling form. Chasing his pleasure, he fucked deeply into Yuji’s open throat a few times, feeling the other start to trail his hands up his thigh as a signal he pulled out finishing on the younger’s face instead.
Yuji gave a wet gurgle as he laid limp in between them, thoroughly fucked out as a large puddle of cum on his abdomen was clearly showing his overworked pleasure. A dumb grin spread out on his face as he reached out. “Chocolate?”
Yuta could see the disbelief coating Sensei’s face causing him to curl in laughter, turning he went to turn off the recording, a good part of the footage was of the ground oops- he's sure they can always ask for a re-try. Especially with how mauled Yuji got.
Turning his attention back he stole one of the chocolates from the tray Sensei was holding out.
Very Sweet.