CastAway

*Chapter 17*

Dulce periculum
[Danger is sweet]

The following weeks were spent beating the crap out of each other. Well, more so Yuuji getting his ass handed to him while I honed my powers. Our mornings consisted of grueling physical training I had not expected of Gojo. The afternoons were dedicated to jujutsu and we fought in the evenings. Within the first week, Gojo found our limits and pushed us past them.

He was gone during the day more than half of the time, but always came back at night. Yuuji and I didn't slack off despite how easy it would have been without our sensei around. It was the opposite. Oftentimes, we would train together and work harder when Gojo wasn't there.

Today was the one day a week Gojo didn't leave the house. It was late in the morning, but the three of us were still in bed. Yuuji and Gojo's arms draped over each other as they held me, our legs tangled together under the sheets.

I whined softly as the man in front of me stirred. He brushed his fingers along the bare skin of my arm as I buried my face in his chest. His touch trailed back up my arm then down to my waist.

"Wake up, kitten." Sukuna's deep voice caressed my ear.

"Mm . . . no." I grumbled and snuggled into him. 'How many times do I have to tell you this is dangerous?'

'You're getting punished for that later.' His nails dug into my skin as he nipped at my neck.

'I know.' I glanced behind me to make sure Gojo was still sleeping. 'Don't avoid the question.'

'You've been avoiding me, pet.' Sukuna grabbed my chin and turned my head to face him.

'I'm worn out from training and you'll fuck me all night.' I stared up into four red eyes filled with longing.

Sukuna's back was relaxed under my hand as his lips met mine in a soft kiss. His movements languid yet deliberate. He leaned into me carefully so as not to push me into a sleeping Gojo.

'Not always.' Sukuna brushed his tongue along my bottom lip.

'The only reason you're not in me right now is because we don't have time.' I froze as Gojo's hand slid down to my stomach. 'You should go.'

Sukuna wrapped both arms around me and pulled me into him. He kissed me with unabashed passion, pulling on my lip with his teeth. His body stiffened around me then Yuuji squeezed the air out of my lungs. The kiss turned demanding and fervent. He held me to him while his lips dominated mine. Yuuji palmed my ass and squeezed, yanking me into him so his erection became wet with my juices as it ground along my entrance.

He forced his hips into mine, pushing me back. My rear pressed into Gojo's groin as Yuuji continued rubbing against me. I moaned into the kiss as Gojo grabbed my hip and roughly pulled me back into him.

"Getting started without me?" Gojo kissed up my shoulder to bite my ear.

Yuuji's lips on mine prevented me from responding past a small groan. The hand on my hip slid down to where Yuuji was grinding against me. Fingers slipped past my clit to barely push into my entrance then pulled away, leaving a wet trail along my skin.

I whined and opened my eyes as Yuuji pulled away from me. His hazel eyes were narrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down. He grabbed my thigh and lifted it before slamming his length into me. Clutching onto him, I cried out at the feeling of his girth being forced into me. Yuuji held himself there, making me feel all of him, before he began to move. He pulled himself out to the tip then shoved his length into me. Each thrust was a slow, purposeful battering ram.