When life gives you lemons

The Power of Three (Gojo x Yuji x Megumi)

💝Yuji is so cute
🍇 Poly
🍓cuddles (sort of)

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Yuji's hands trembled as they held onto Megumi and Satoru's own like they were lifelines. His breathing was deep and harsh, his entire body flaring with enough heat to make sweat run down his legs from the backs of his knees. His mouth was open as he unashamedly breathed wanton moans, breathy and caught up in the movements of the others.

He watched them through squinted eyes, through a dense fog of lust. Everything they did to each other nearly drove him wild so long as they still had their hands on him.

Strong, capable hands, pale and doubly roaming the wide expanse of his tan skin like he was a marvel. They both kissed the sides of his neck simultaneously, leaving open mouthed kisses and nips, love bites leaving his neck and chest and back completely covered. Yuji never failed to combust when they tenderly kissed the soft spot behind his jaw at the same time; one time he orgasmed to it and ended up crying.

He feared it would end like this every time. Both of them knew exactly what buttons to press, and never tripped over each other trying to get to them. The teamwork was astounding, and as Yuji caught meaningful looks they gave each other over his shoulders the fire in the pit of his stomach only burned hotter.

Usually Gojo was behind him, moving his hands over his back, pinching those certain places on his sides that made him shiver, taking care of his ass, while Megumi was in front, licking and sucking his nipples, always vying for attention, kissing down his abs. They both took care of his neck, his sweet spot, and Yuji love love loved it when they made out over his shoulder.

The sounds and little moans right next to him made his ears warm and often made him hum in pleasure as he touched himself. Their hands were always on each other, never ceasing, as if there was a place on their bodies they couldn't explore.

It was when Gojo didn't wear his blindfold that Yuji knew he was in for it.

He didn't say anything. Just took it off and left it on the table, walked over to Megumi, turned him around and started making out with him, in front of Yuji. And now they were here, in their usual formation as Gojo worked him open from behind.

He had a feeling this would be an all night palooza, and was living for it. Their fierce and firm touches and gropes seemed to only ignite more craving within Yuji. It didn't go unnoticed that they always seemed to be doing things for him, keeping him at the center of their attentions, giving him everything he wanted and too much. They had talked about it, said that they weren't sacrificing any of their own pleasure by doing so and that Yuji shouldn't worry, so he didn't.

"Yuji Itadori, Jujutsu Tech's biggest slut, being manhandled by the both of us." Gojo breathed heavily into his ear, his voice a low rumble, and Yuji keened as his finger prodded his prostate, heat flaring through and making him tense in their hold. "How does it feel to be pampered by the both of us? We must really love you, if we both continue to stick around even after you failed to choose one."

(What he was referring to was Yuji's biggest chagrin. He had been quite a fan of romance manga in his less busy days, so of course he was intimately familiar with the infamous love triangle. Imagine his shock, joy, and horror when he realized he had landed himself in one for real, with his teacher and classmate. He nearly cried with joy and sorrow, and it tore him apart, the fact that when the inevitable day of confrontation came, he couldn't choose. Hopeless idiot he was, he fell for both of them. He was mortified and shamed, going through the thick of self loathing for being so selfish, and Megumi and Gojo basically shrugged, and they've been acting as a poly relationship ever since. No words were exchanged, the relationship never defined, but they just assumed these rolls as if it were completely natural. To be honest, the slowest one to the uptake was Yuji himself.)

"I-I just love you both." He panted unabashedly. "How could I choose one when I could have both?"

"Who cares?" Megumi asked, dragging his lips down Yuji's stomach, hands ghosting up and down his legs. "We're here now. Just enjoy it."

Yuji responded by shouting in surprise as Gojo's cock prodded at his entrance, pushing in just past the tip. Gojo was always a tease. "And now you get to be marked by two strong Sorcerers anytime you want. People can look at you and be able to tell at a glance who you belong to."

Yuji was beginning to melt under such hot words. His hands were shaking.

"You be good for us, be strong and pretty, an obedient little thing, and we'll do anything you ask."

Yuji panted and let out a shuddering moan as Gojo steadily slid in while Megumi kissed the base of his cock, teasing it with his tongue. "Ca..c-ca—"

"Slow down." Megumi said, bringing his hands to rest on Yuji's muscly legs.

Yuji took a deep breath (wich was a lot harder than it sounded) and started again. "Can y-you guys kiss f-for me?"

"Anything you want." Gojo murmured against Yuji's neck, waiting for Megumi to stand up to lean forward over his shoulder and kiss him deeply, lips parting his and tongues sliding together. Yuji gulped.

The kiss even had Megumi's eyes fluttering, a soft moan leaving his soft lips as he purred their teacher's name. "Gojo...."

That had Yuji perking up slightly against his insistent grinding. "M-Megumi,"

They broke the kiss and he looked down at Yuji sandwiched between them, at their mercy, nearly defenseless. "Yes, Yuji?"

"Call him by his first name."

He nodded and, with a glance of Gojo's cold glacial eyes into his brown ones, they went back to kissing deeply, even peppering kisses down their jaws and necks and leaving hickeys in their wake. Heat coursed through Yuji when he watched Gojo leave a possessive and open kiss a certain part of his milky neck, the vulnerable part on the side, inches under his jaw, that left Megumi's mouth slack and eyes closed him bliss, a soft startled moan of "Satoru," breaking from his lips.

Yuji thought he was going to burst right then and there, and so, too, probably, was Gojo, by the way he reached for them more desperately than before, his movements charged with a kinetic fire they'd never seen beforehand.

Yuji came blissfully hard and felt like he was sent to Nirvana, getting a sneak peak at their cotton gardens of clouds and trees whose leaves shivered as if they were alive, his back arching and a silent moan dragged from his throat in euphoria. A single tear even got chased out of his eye, and many more after that with every orgasm until they collapsed, sticky, sweaty, and content, spaced well apart from each other on the bed so they wouldn't get collective heat strokes.

And after they wearily helped clean each other and readied for bed at around three in the morning, they still didn't cuddle, the heat still lingering in labored breaths, but their hands never separated.

If you want, you can go check out the other one shot chapter i have following this au in my oneshot book, but I advise you exercise caution cause...uh...like I said, I'm a sadistic bitch :)