Pairing: Yuji Itadori x Reader x Todo Aoi
Content: Masturbation, peeking, reader is kinda a voyeur (I guess?), edging but not really, both of them are pervs
wc: 2.1k
It's an easy mission— walk around the perimeter outside of Jujutsu High, eliminate any curses nearby and then report to Gojo how far they were from the barrier. The whole ordeal would take an hour only due to the sheer size of the establishment and they were truly in no hurry. Todo and Itadori run after each other, skin glistening with sweat and the sun just past midday. The curses weren't even strong, hell, they've only seen two and each of them could've just slapped them and it would be over.
"Bro, we could literally just call Gojo right now, its just us and the trees," Itadori points to the thick foliage around. "There's nothing here!" He shouts, booming voice echoing into the forest.
Todo snickers, always willing to indulge in his best friend's naivety. "Brother, it's precisely because it's too easy that we can't call him just yet," He takes a deep breath of the fresh air, clapping his hands and dropping Itadori into the river nearby. A curse takes his place and Todo quickly bids it an early goodnight. He sees his brother glare at him as he shakes off the water clinging to his face and hair. "It's our chance to finish exploring this place, there's an even better view up north."
"You just want to slack off dude." Itadori deadpans.
"Precisely." The pair laugh as they continue the trek past Tengen's barrier and into (from their point of view) uncharted territory.
Truly, there was nothing better than a free afternoon. You had just gotten back from a two-day mission, limbs heavy and bruised and begging for rest. Shoko did all the heavy lifting, fixing the gash on your neck, heck she even detangled your hair for you. An angel from the heavens, you thought. You're walking away from Jujutsu High and into the woodlands nearby, tote bag filled with snacks, Bluetooth speaker and phone fully charged. With your towel in the other hand you head to your favourite spot in the world. Very far north, very off the designated trails nearby. You'd thanked the heavens then, that japanese people weren't the type to take unnecessary dangers.
The place is so complicated to reach that most people would probably fall off a cliff and die before getting there. It's inconspicuous from the outside, huge rocks cover most of the pathway and the final trek through the cave is slippery and dangerous. You'd remove your shoes at the entrance of the cave, knowing from experience you were less likely to slip and bust your ass on the ground.
That was a strange bruise to explain once.
At the end of the trail however, lays a lagoon with the clearest, bluest water you had ever seen. At night, you could watch it glow faintly, smooth stone around it reflecting the undulations of the water beautifully. You set your stuff down, feet slowly settling into the water as you sit on the edge. A few strays of sunlight filter in through the tiniest crack high up on a wall. You fiddle around with the connection between your phone and speaker for a while.
"Ugh, it's always a pain in the ass to do this down here." you groan to yourself. Finally, the music blares out and you wince, quickly turning it down to an acceptable volume. You resume with removing the rest of your clothing, body going rigid from the temperature as you sink to chest level.
You spend a good amount of time just relaxing in the water, coaxing your muscles into finally relaxing from the stress of battle. Birds chirped faintly in the background, most outside noise being muffled by your choice of music. You extend a hand downwards unconsciously, ring and middle finger finding one more spot that could have you plenty relaxed. Water ripples from the motions from your hands and hips. Your body contorts in rise to your pleasure, legs spreading on instinct. Your free hand comes up on the edge, shifting your body upwards and out of the water.
You perch a leg on the solid rock, body leaning backwards as your fingers get awfully close to your fluttering hole. You insert a finger, a whine building in your throat and threatening to spill out over the intrusion.
A rock clacks to the ground and you yelp. Your heart beats straight out of your chest as you glance at the interruption. Your eyes falls onto the squirrel on top of the small object and you huff in relief. "I guess they're the ones that should be scared." Nonetheless, the moment doesn't deter you from stopping. You insert a second finger, slowly moving in and out of yourself. Your mouth hangs open, deep breaths overpowering the music by now. Low moans escaping here and there.
Todo Aoi and Itadori Yuji were not like most people, even amongst sorcerers they weren't any sort of normal. So when they found an unassuming entrance underneath a waterfall they didn't bother looking at each other. Both of them knew they would follow their brother inside.
The smooth, slippery, humid, and narrow path may have almost won against them but they prevailed. Itadori was the first to pick up the veery faint music, side eyeing his friend, who only nodded in silent agreement.
The end of their little exploration ended in them finding something worth more than their weight in gold. You are perched on the edge, sunlight cascading through your wet body, head thrown back and lost in your pleasure.
Neither of them could move a muscle. Itadori was staring agape at the blemished junction of your neck, gaze running down and up your chest. Droplets of water from your wet hair travelled down, disappearing to your back and sliding deliciously down the middle of your breasts. He was entranced with the slight sway of them as you rocked on your fingers. His eyes followed the rhythm, only breaking contact to look at your expression. His dick jumped at the way you'd bite on your lower lip and then only let it free to gasp and shudder. He imagined you underneath him, hiding your face into his pillows. Itadori would lovingly tear your pillow away as he pounded away into you, the force of his movements making your body move upwards on his mattress. His headboard would smack, smack away at the wall and he wouldn't care, enjoying the moans you'd gift him with. His pants got impossibly tight at the thought.
Todo was focused on the movement of your hips, the back and forth making the fat of your ass jut out in the sexiest way possible. Your thighs tensed, muscles straining to maintain the movement. He noticed the way your foot curl into itself and he wanted nothing more than for him to be the one responsible. Todo was seconds from barging in, shoving his pants to his ankles and turn you onto your stomach. He'd grab onto your hips as your ass clapped with his pelvis. Todo would ruin you on his dick for anyone else, he'd smack your cheeks until your cried and grabbed onto his wrist. You'd beg for relief, for the chance to cum. He would grant it, of course, he isn't cruel.
They'd inch closer slowly, their ears catching your pretty moans blending into the music. They started to get louder, eyes wrenching shut as the bundle of nerves in you got increasingly more agitated. Colors and shapes sparked behind your vision as you finally orgasmed, one last moan surging from deep within you. Your legs shaked, your chest stuttered, your breathing was ragged and high-pitched.
And both of them watched through to the end, cocks twitching uselessly between their legs and straining the fabric of your pants. Their bodies were rigid with the realization that they were utterly fucked for you. Absolutely done for when you opened your eyes, dazed out and staring at nothing. They stayed for a few seconds stuck to the corner of the wall that barely hid their hulking bodies. How you didn't see them was beyond them.
It was barely four in the afternoon when they stepped out of the cave the same way they came in. Todo silently prayed the cold water from the waterfall would cool down his body. He felt like he was melting, his mental strength slipping, fraying at the edges. The freezing water in fact did nothing. HIs hands still felt heavy and useless without you between. His dick still stiff and very, very noticeable through the fabric.
Itadori wasn't faring that much better. He was the first to turn on his heel, as much as he didn't want to. His cursed energy output was completely out of control. He punched a tree as soon as he parted ways with his friend.
That didn't make him feel better at all. He reached into a shallow stream of water nearby, splashing water repeatedly onto his face. When that also didn't work, he undid his belt and tugged at his pants, freeing in cock and letting it smack against his stomach. His hand gripped his base harshly, twisting with every stroke down his length. His death grip had him wincing in pain and going faster. It set every nerve alight, along with the memory of you pulling your fingers out of your wet cunt. Fuck. The sight drove him insane, your essence all over your fingers. His abs tightened, his bent over while on his knees, furiously stroking himself to completion. Your mouth is hanging open in his mind, and your name is used in vain, over and over again.
The breeze picks up and he shivers, wholly aware that you were still inside that cave. Or what if? What if you had packed up and left? What if you happened to stumble upon his figure and catch him in this nasty nasty act? The prospect had him drooling into the body of water below, his free hand wiping the residue from beneath his lips.
WhatifWhatifWhatifWhatif-
His mind went blank as he came, ribbons of translucent, creamy liquid shooting into the river. He watched it being swept away by the current as shame completely overcame his senses. Perhaps it was the clarity after the act, but jesus he felt bad for desecrating your image like that. You were nothing but kind to him, helpful even, whenever you weren't swept up in some mission.
Todo managed himself a little better. He manage to make it to his room and lock the door. He stripped completely the second after. His big hand stroked himself gently, his eyes shutting close to reminisce about you. The plushness of your thighs pouring over the smooth surface, your plump butt being utterly squished under your weight. He had thought about it before, when he saw you in gym shorts once. But it was early as fuck, his mind wasn't all that awake. Now however, the memory came back to him in full force. You were bent down tying your shoes while Maki waited on the other side, weapon in hand. The two of you sparred with no cursed techniques, just a stick and your own body. You ducked when she swung, kicking your feet afterwards to get her to stumble. It didn't work and Maki ended up on top of you within seconds.
Seconds was all he needed to remember the jiggle of your thighs as you went down, muscles stretching so sinfully just before his very eyes. He leaned on his counter, uttering curses as he continued pumping. Todo felt his balls tense moments after. He bit his lip, slowing his movements down to savor the blissful feeling. He kept at it for hours, dragging his pleasure for as long as he could. His cock was twitching, tanned head leaking with pre onto his floor, the veins at his navel bulged with all the blood rushing to and fro. Finally, he couldn't hold himself back any longer. He held his hand, gripping his head before furiously slamming down on his length. He heaved and groaned at the sensation, finally giving in to the pleasure. Ropes of cum dirtied his floor and his entire body shuddered at the sensation. Sweat clinged to his forehead, hair slightly tousled from running all the way to his room.
Todo trudged to his bed, collapsing unceremoniously on top. He opened his phone and like luck would have it, you had sent him a voice message at 1:30 pm, presumably before you went. Before you became the object of his most insatiable desires. He prayed hard, to God, to his idol Takada, begging for her mercy for this transgression. But, he had to taste your pussy and know you felt all around him. At least once. Then, he picked up the phone, replaying your voice message, jerking off until his hands felt raw.
