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yuuji is absolutely whipped for his favourite nerd but he doesnât care if sheâs willing to date him â he just wants her attention.
authorâs notes: 2.4k wc, went full reader insert this time, no smut here only fluff and suggestive, but yuuji is aged up so i can write a related one if anybodyâs interested, feel free to let me know!
this morning you took your time to talk to the principal so you can renew and organise both your political and book clubs for the last year of high school.
it just started and of course you're president again. only makes sense you keep the position on the last straight, you're always picked since you're very active in the school's life, nobody was even willing to take the spot from you.
you were chatting with your friends before physics when you noticed who's on the other side of that corridor.
yuuji itadori.
waving at you as soon as he saw you. who would've predicted the joy. you immediately planned evacuation when he started running towards you, but there was no escape.
"miss president y/l/n!!" yuuji screamed teasingly while grinning like you hung the sun this morning.
"no yuuji, i'm not giving you private lessons the first of fucking september, don't even think about it" you backed of placing a finger between you two.
"oh come on-ah!" he groaned "you say that every time no matter the day. i failed history by two points." he showed her two fingers up vigorously, like she was the one giving him back the paper today "two! that means i'm practically a genius."
"no no no no no no, that means you're a dummy" you crossed your arms, eyes narrowing behind your glasses. "been a dummy and still are." you hit the spot between his eyebrows with the soft rubber on your pencil.
"ow! okay okay i'm a big dummy." he chuckled rubbing the spot but you are pretty sure he just wanted to savour the contact because that shit did not hurt "but that's why i need you." he flashed a charming smile.
youâre used to maintaining that banter that's true, but like always â you fold. "ughh fine" a small smirk lingered on your face.
"get married already" nobara mumbled with a chewed through lollipop between her lips as she checked her eyebrows in the pocket mirror.
"you know what i think kugisaki? there is a person who maybe finished this school but is still very much in tokyo." you said to her with playful bite to it "and i bump into maki a lot in the matcha shop, so you better watch your mouth, coward."
"hey!!" nobara immediately frowned angrily "you know i was sending her a lot of signals!"
but yuuji was already walking away from the conversation trying not to grin like an idiot.
and that's why now his bedroom was turned into a pastry shop. there were croissants full of cream and strawberry cheesecake, chocolate chip cookies and mini cupcakes. all for you. but halfway through the studying...he relatively ate more.
"workers didn't have beds, yuuji" you shook your head continuing your rant after he tried dirty mattresses âprofessor will call you silly. picture this...you have one coin left in hand because you just worked for 15 hours and fed your child. you trying to sleep some?"
yuuji nodded, he loved his sleep and he also loved your nerdy rants âhis two favourite things ever. your nose was scrunching up from time to time in a tic, it was cute. it was also one of those moments you didnât tease that you barely tolerate him. which was not true at all.
âright. with that one coin you can afford to sleep on a string." you gestured âsomething like a rope, a cable, you just hang your arms over it to rest. and then at 6am sharp BAM! the guards cut the string and you and all the workers wake up with your face in concrete, ready to work again." you said watching his sad reaction unfold like he just lived it âmaybe next time you work harder accumulate more coins and they let you sleep in a church bench" she shrugged âyou get how bad it was now?"
"people payed money to get woken up like that?" he gasped "that's awful, y/n!"
"you need to sleep somewhere" you said but then couldn't help but chuckle lightly. you went over the victorian era a lot of times already but yuuji was always so easy to affect with historyâs dark sides "and don't look at me like i did it to them, girl shit"
"right..." he still seemed upset thinking about it as he scratched his head. sometimes you told stories too good. "so like queen victoria. big hat? big deal?" he tried to engage still chewing sweets as you both sat by the desk. "that's my key."
you groaned. âwell..." that word sounded like an air escaping untied balloon ânot really...i'll just go again" you rolled your eyes with no malice.
you and yuuji have a dynamic that was always more than friends less than lovers. you spent like 6 years of school together already, a few 7 minutes in heaven during spin the bottle, so many private lessons, so many of his games attended, there even were couple secret situations where you made out and you weren't...exactly forced to to say the least. especially since it often didnât end at that.
cause you don't want to date yuuji. you don't want to date in highschool at all matter of fact, it's just not your thing. you two just...are. friends. not even best ones. completely different friend groups and two different worlds but you know each other the longest and keep a high status in school on opposite ends. a situationship? that would require a bit more effort, mixed signals and less of a friendly familiarity. your signals aren't mixed â yuuji was never bothered by your rejection. not sure why, maybe he just enjoys your company too much.
"...and dickens wrote about the conditions of the poor..." yuuji nodded talking slowly like he could read the script in your glasses.
"sure." you sighed and then looked at the clock briefly "it's 7pm?! i thought you'dâ..." you hit his arm lightly interrupting yourself "tell me when an hour passes at least, i have things to do! i have a project."
"yeah, i know you since middle school, y/n. it's probably due in december." yuuji chuckled softly rubbing his perfectly fine arm once again "i wanted to tell you like 20 minutes ago, professor. but you just talk and talk." he teased "and we still have some pastries, you need to stay."
"that's what i came here to doâ...you're not listening, itadori gosh" you sighed rubbing your temples.
his face fell into an upset frown. "hey, don't call me that, you know i hate it."
"don't test me." you put a finger in his face.
a grin came right back as he grabbed it in the air, making it disappear in his hand. "you're cute when you're mad, i have to keep you going."
"i didn't come here so you look at me, hello" you released your hand from his loose grasp and pushed your glasses up.
yuuji reached to your chair and pulled you closer hooking just two fingers under your seat. damn it was attractive. "i know" he smiled leaning towards you "you came here to teach me about stuffy old history, i appreciate that really." he touched his chest sincerely. "tell me more about uhh...whatever this is." he pointed in a random spot on the page "looks important"
this was genuinely not for your nerves to prepare him for exams while he was looking at you like a puppy waiting for treats. you groaned extending your legs on his lap, giving up. and he was more than eager to massage your feet in those knee socks without saying.
"just tell me what youâve learned" you threw the pen on the desk and rested your chin your palm looking at him.
yuuji blinked, caught off guard. you could tell he wasn't dreaming of being asked that, that's for sure. he quickly tried to recall anything from your rant. his hands stilled on your feet, thumbs pressing gently into the arches as he thought. "uh...there was a queen? victoria? and she wore a big hat?" he offered weakly, repeating himself from earlier "oh! and people were poor. really poor." he perked up slightly at that memory of you explaining heinous things "like, starving poor. that's kinda messed up, right?"
"yes yuuji it is but that won't be a question on the test i can assure you" you scoffed taking your legs to yourself and folding them on your chair
"it would be great though, wouldn't it?" he smiled raising an eyebrow, scooting closer "i would just answer, yes that is fucked up and i would never."
you laughed softly despite yourself and shook your head above the book. "stupid."
yuuji grinned at that.
because in truth everyone at school knew already that you just keep passively friendzoning yuuji and he keeps hanging around not minding it at all, just enjoying your presence and friendship, since he's never held any grudge or resentment in his entire life. people from school donât know about other stuff that happen between youâŚbut thatâs supposed to stay this way. keeping the lighthearted frenemies stigma around it is great for you.
but most people believed your rejection is there because he's 'too stupid' for you and that you're not into that. but it wasn't true at all. you loved silly boys, especially those cute ones who wouldn't hurt a fly despite being absolutely jacked and hot. yuuji was exactly that but holding him at arms length was just fun. and cute. cute to watch him try. didnât harm anybody. you told yourself that maybe if your future plans could be somehow executed alongside each other and he still keeps hanging around...you may give him a chance.
"okay okay what's next? some absolutely depressing vile stuff?" he took a deep breath "i think i'm ready even for the boring, surprise me with something." he smiled with courage.
you just rolled your eyes and turned to him for a second. one polished nail lifting his chin to meet your very short kiss on his lips. a peck if you will. but it was enough. âwas that a good surprise? will do for the next two chapters?" you asked smirking softly.
yuuji's entire face lit up at that, eyes widening before fluttering shut for the kiss that already passed. he made a soft pleased noise against your lips, completely caught off guard. when you pulled back, he was grinning stupid, cheeks pink.
"holy shit, yes. absolutely yes." he leaned forward, voice dropping to a murmur. "i'll learn the entire fucking textbook. two chapters? i'll ace the whole semester for one of those."
you scoffed a laugh again, unable to keep your facade straight as he kept going, life on the line seemingly.
âyuuji." you gave him a look from above your glasses âyou're not going to learn are you?"
yuuji immediately tried to look serious, but his eyes were twinkling with mischief and his grin refused to be suppressed. "i will! i swear i will! i'm just uh...highly motivated by positive reward systems." he leaned in, trying to sound convincing as his finger kept grazing her knee innocently. "and you giving me kisses is like...the best studying reward system ever invented. it's science." he said almost like you were lacking knowledge in the field of affection.
âscience, huh?" you raised your eyebrows, giving up on that text book âyesterday i've heard you were yapping around that you can lift me with one arm, i hope you didn't tell them under which circumstances though." you gave him a sharp look âwas that to suggest i'm heavy and lifting me is an achievement to your career or you just want everybody to know how much i tolerate you, hm?"
you knew which is it.
yuuji face's on the other hand went through several expressions at once: shock, horror, then pure panic.
"NO! fuck no, y/n that's notâ...i wasn't saying you're heavy! god, you're like a feather for me. i swear." he leaned forward urgently. "i was just...bragging. like an idiot." he said like that particular sentence was your mother tongue and it can get to you. "because i can carry you around like you weigh nothing and...i just hope you maybe think it's somewhat hot...?"
you smirked seeing his distress "well i don't know, do i?"
"it is hot. you know it is." his thumb brushed your knee gently. "i can carry you anywhere. hold you up high so you can reach stuff. or...or act like a chair, i work my legs too." he said like that was his personal genius invention "i did that once for you, on last year's graduation." he pointed out proudly.
âor? what else?" you pulled your glasses a bit down your nose turning to him fully.
"or...pick you up and kiss you against a wall. or throw you on my bed y/n, here you go but i didn't tell them that! i didn't i swear! and..." his face flushed a bit, but his eyes were earnest. "i just...i like it, it's intimate. like i can keep you safe and close all at once, it feels good." he cleared his throat averting his gaze for a moment. "so i was bragging but not like that."
"you're losing me chances in guys from the team." you crossed your arms smirking.
"hey, you don't want guys from the team!" yuuji got upset again but tried to suppress it this time "you don't want like anybody, so it wasn't sabotage, it was just...'i'm friends with the school president, look at me! i'm so cool!'" yuuji explained âtype thing. iâm in sports iâm a bragger.â
you laughed at that. "nobody thinks i'm 'cool' yuuji and hanging out with me also doesn't give you that. you're the cool one." you pointed at his chest.
"yeah so i decide!" he pouted "you're the coolest."
you just shook your head with a smile before crawling into his lap. he immediately woke up and changed demeanour. huge smile spreading on his face while his big hands settled on your waist. if he had a tail it'd fall of by this point. you placed a soft kiss on his lips first trying to get him to drop the grin and actually make out with you which was a quite necessary procedure.
"i am waiting to be carried around." you said into his lips with teasing impatience "do your thing."
"yes ma'am" he said immediately standing up with you in his arms and then threw you up in the air a couple inches, twice, on the way to his bed.
"yuuji!!" you chuckled trying to sound strict, gripping the back of his neck to steady "this wasn't what i asked for!"
he lied you down gently under himself, still over the moon excited and happy. reached to take your glasses off and placed them aside. you saw him perfectly though since he was nose to nose. "ends now i promise." he said kissing you deeply and then pulling back "i do exactly what president says."
×â°â⤠1k wc | nsfw! drabble: your addicted ex gojo satoru takes âoh god!â very seriously â đ¤ âËŕż
youâre weak once again. drunk and so fucking horny for him. you didnât even plan it this time. the matching lingerie is a coincidence, he just buys you so much of it. gets it delivered to your doorstep like a psycho. why would you waste it? the excuse today was little megumi wanting to see you. thereâs no way he thinks youâre dumb so maybe he just stopped fucking around.
now youâre spread open in the centre of his bed. dripping down pathetically. he growls against your lower stomach, nipping at your skin impatiently. his blindfold slid down to his neck. you didnât even bother to take it off after you pulled him in for a kiss with it. no one else touched you like this. no one else could make you feel this good. relax. maybe because you never got far with any other man. he wouldnât let that fucking happen. and you canât even bring yourself to care. he hooked his fingers into the lace of your underwear, tugging the lace panties down your legs roughly before tossing them aside. pushed your thighs up, folding your legs. he remembers your taste by heart. he can sense the faint cigarettes in it, he can sense the cranberries you love snacking on but it almost feels purposeful. you make it taste so damn sweet.
his mouth descended on you like a man starved, tongue licking deep, flat and demanding against your folds before sucking in on your clit hard. satoruâs favorite drug. his obsession. his weakness. his hands gripped your thighs tighter, spreading you open wider for his mouth as he devoured you with passion. he groaned against it like a lifeline. it was unmatched. how insatiable he was behaving.
"oh you gotta be fucking kidding meâ..." you gasped out louder as your hands fisted the sheets, your body writhing as you responded with moans immediately. "godâ..." you choked out gripping his hair.
he smirked at that against your soaked folds. his favourite pet name â he thought darkly. so full of himself. you made him feel like one. he was one. only here it was complete. the only person with a different opinion outside of the sheets. moaning like that for him. but maybe you were cursing him instead. you loved it when he ate you out like this â rough, demanding, almost angry. living off of those heavenly whimpers.
his tongue circled your clit aggressively, fingers pushing inside you roughly without warning. he wanted to hear more of those sounds â those pleading noises only he could elicit. "miss me?"
âfuck yesâ...yes, motherfucker i missed you" you moaned out through gritted teeth. another sound full of pleasure following it up. your grip in his hair tightened.
the plea made his cock throb painfully against his jeans. the way she cursed him through pleasure, the desperation in her voice â it was his holy scripture. his religion. his obsession deepened with every sound she made. his fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot while his tongue flicked viciously over your clit.
âoh my godâ..." you cried out again.
see and normally â most say that during sex so he shouldn't be his usual egotistical self taking it literally. but the thing is âhim and you had years to already talk about that. âyou think i'm god?' - âoh yeah, now you definitely are'. several times. canât help it. both. itâs petty now.
the smirk spread against your pussy, his tongue slowing down to lick long and deep, savoring your taste. he was god. the honoured one alone. just had to work hard back in a day to be that in your eyes too. it was ego-stroking. disgusting. placing you on top of the collection. and frustrated he canât have you to himself at the same time. his fingers spread inside you, stretching you open wider for him. âsay it to me again" he groaned into your pussy.
"god...godâ..." your moans driving off. "'mm gonna cum, stopâ...fuck" you whined with heavy gasps.
he doesn't listen to 'stop'. that years long persisting safe word was never used but he knows you remember it. and you do. over your dead body.
he let out a loud moan blubbering cusses as you came all over his face. he was far from stopping. licking you clean off it. dragging it like hell. your overstimulated pussy throbbing. you pulled on his hair towards you. "stop messing with me and fuck me" you demanded roughly.
he growled inhaling deeply, lapping up the very last taste of you with a satisfied hum before crawling up your body. his face glistening, lips swollen, eyes burning into yours with raw hunger. he fumbled with his belt buckle, finally freeing himself with an impatient snap. hard, thick, aching for you.
"jesus christ how do you even carry this thing?" you said. tone dismissive and bratty, but drawn to it you changed your position and crawled on the bed on all fours to it. taking half into your mouth by surprise with a satisfied little moan.
he let out a sharp, pained groan as you took him, head falling back. your comment only turned him on more. his hands flew to your hair, gripping it roughly as he started to thrust shallowly, fucking your mouth slowly.
and that's where he gotta admit...he never truly liked when other women gave him blowjobs. because they always try to look like some pornstars, look up at him, roll their eyes, moan obscenely, salivate on the floor. he always wondered what was the point of that. it didn't feel so...good. whenever you touched him or took him into your mouth, you werenât pushing your limits...you knelt down to it, you crawled to it. you treated it like an instrument you genuinely want to please - not his eyes. you werenât assuming he has every single cartoonish fetish on the planet. you knew him. you knew his body like your own. looked at it like you wanted to have it in your mouth, adequate real sounds escaping you. and nobody seems to be able to replicate that for him...
your eyes met his again as you pulled back from it laying back down on the bed. licking your lips slowly. "i told you to fuck me, satoru." you teased him with a smirk.
he pushed his cheek out with his tongue at the sight of your wet with precum and saliva lips. he crawled over to you immediately, not giving you another second to mock him. positioned himself at your entrance, hands gripping your hips so hard it would leave bruises tomorrow. and youâd wear them in secret on those councils.
he always did it slowly, no matter how much he wanted it. his mouth hovering your ear. one hand groping your body, while the other was supporting his weight above you. your beautiful hair splaying on the sheets... that slow, deliberate slide into you felt like coming home. every. fucking. time. your walls clenched around him gently, that perfect, familiar grip that made his vision blur. he buried his face into your neck, breathing in the scent. his hand pressed into the bulge he just made in your lower stomach.
"feel that?" he grunted as he started moving, getting you ready for that ridiculous pace incoming.
"i feel you even when you're not thereâ you whispered cruelly, nails digging into his neck
(18+) headcanons for -> choso whoâs your little puppy of a boyfriend ŕŠâŠâ§âË (well shit this is getting some traction, i have a longer oc fanfiction posted on my profile with sub choso if yall interested:P)
sub!choso who is absolutely touch starved to the point of a morning peck making his leg jump impatiently, not begging, but trying to read your body language, wondering whether youâre going to give him more attention today
sub!choso who likes every pet name you come up with for him and it either makes him grin excited or cum like on command depending on the situation
sub!choso who sometimes seems like he physically canât take you riding him after foreplay, like being inside you is too much â heâs shuddering, his words incoherent but he never uses that safe word
sub!choso who found out about free use and immediately wanted to be that for you one sidedly, hoping heâll just wake up with your hand already around him one day, hand over his mouth keeping him quiet
sub!choso who at some point gets comfortable enough to beg you to âstopâ and whine, knowing you both agreed upon ignoring those (his idea), he just likes to feel like youâre doing to him whatever you want regardless of his opinion
sub!choso who likes receiving every punishment gently, trusting you to never actually hurt him. he likes to be pulled by his hair, choked and slapped lightly but he doesnât like very aggressive sex, he prefers you more delicate, denying him and mockingly teasing
sub!choso who likes his orgasm ruined and getting laughed at softly, he likes you being cruel and gentle at the same time, because it makes him more of a begging mess than he already is â tell him how good your baby is doing and then pull away
sub!choso whoâs puppy eyes activate as soon as you start talking him through it, heâs mesmerised with you and struggles to form coherent responses
sub!choso who despite dating you still sometimes refers to you with the honorific âmissâ during sex, that he was using back when you were acquaintances just because it turns him on
sub!choso who definitely wears a collar under that sweater
sub!choso who would stay hard in the middle of the night wondering whether waking you up will be too disruptive and out of line as he whimpers softly all frustrated till you finally wake up on your own and take care of it
sub!choso who acts almost apologetic when you suck his cock and has absolutely no idea how to touch your hair like you do his or what to say to you, while simultaneously loosing his mind and breath in the process
sub!choso who only ever jerks off to the thought of you, but itâs mostly him humping surfaces, preferably your side of the bed that still holds your scent even when youâre on a mission â if it doesnât he just scatters the laundry looking for your panties
sub!choso who loves to have your feet pressed against his face when you overstimulate his cock with your hands (preferably dressed in stockings), just because the idea is arousing but he isnât sure why
sub!choso who always looks you in the eyes all needy whenever his tongue plays with your nipples
sub!choso who eats you out so good despite having little to no experience, only because he enjoys himself so much that he wants to eat you to the bone instinctively â heâs naturally passionate with it, thatâs where you catch him humping the mattress as well
sub!choso who makes soft sounds whenever you kiss him and his face follows yours for a moment whenever you pull back with a soft whimper
sub!choso who doesnât care whether the place is public, he gets hard so easily around you and he will keep begging you to take him somewhere and touch him until you firmly tell him to stop
sub!choso who likes to be bossed around and constantly asks what action of his would please you so he can get busy with it
sub!choso who is the small spoon and kisses your hands before he falls asleep as you hug him
texting with plug!choso as a law student except you both lowkey have a crush on each other. you donât like weed all that much and he keeps risking it regardless of your uni choice. so messy yet nonchalant asf guys chillâŚ
(18+) headcanons for â high school sweethearts into toxic exes who are now also two clan heads and jh coworkers fucking *ŕŠâŠâ§âË (aka i should just sit down and write that damn 60 chapters worth of fanfiction) hereâs a related drabble though
obsessed ex!gojo satoru who slides you a lighter across the table on a council meeting despite the tool being useless for him, knowing that as soon as you light up that cigarette he will feel nicotine clumping his own blood just because he focuses his six eyes on you so much
obsessed ex!gojo satoru who waits for you to go on couple dates with a guy youâve met just to get rid of him as soon as he catches feelings for you, knowing damn well you canât bring yourself to care as everyone feels dull after him
obsessed ex!gojo satoru who feeds his ego on your âoh godâ moans and takes them very literally since youâre the only person not treating him like one outside sex and he told you long time ago he always thinks youâre addressing him but instead of being weirded out you do it till this day out of spite
obsessed ex!gojo satoru who loves pissing you off just so you will be the one on top of him during hate sex. so you will slide down his blindfold and use it to choke him with it while he smirks up at you. so you will regret fucking him even more in the morning but then keep coming back
obsessed ex!gojo satoru who constantly buys you perfume, clothes and underwear and get it delivered to your house despite you being plenty rich yourself, but he knows your taste so well that itâs obvious youâre not going to let it waste, he does it so much that youâre not even dressing up in those clothes when you see him on purpose, thereâs just so much to choose from that it slowly replaces your wardrobe and he ends up always stripping you off it with a stupid grin
obsessed ex!gojo satoru who used to shamelessly lure you in with the excuse of little megumi wanting to see you, unable to take his hands off of you the second he goes to sleep in his room
obsessed ex!gojo satoru who knows people are offering you money to kill him since high school but never turns his infinity on around you regardless, always encouraging to mark him up during sex too as his masochistic yearning starts to mold with physical urges
obsessed ex!gojo satoru who always promises he will sneak in unnoticed but ends up not trying to hide while visiting you at all so that your mother who hated the fact you dated him in high school knows why her now clan head daughterâs bed is creaking till this day and she canât do anything about it
obsessed ex!gojo satoru who spies on you occasionally and tracks your schedule so youâre not surprised when heâs showing up in random places anymore to offer you a ride or help in emergency combat, same with your dates - as soon as you hear the guy youâve been sleeping with indicate he wants to take the relationship to a next level you roll your eyes and sigh heavily knowing he probably âwonât be ableâ to call tomorrow
obsessed ex!gojo satoru who sends you absolutely disgusting, graphic texts of what he wants to do to you, knowing you always tell him to delete every conversation you have with each other - now you have to come delete it from his phone yourself
obsessed ex!gojo satoru who smirks every time you scold students for openly flirting, calling it a distraction from sorcery training, knowing damn well you werenât so perfect when it came to leaving your dorm open for him back in a day
hishiroswhim - 2026, kindly asking to not copy, heavily inspire or reuse
short summary: choso is yet to understand human nature, but one thing he wasnât expecting was experiencing such obsessive arousal over his mission colleague himselfâŚ
tags: extremely pathetic!choso kamo, coming untouched, uncontrollable yearning, implied but not entirely explored nor displayed humiliation & degradation kink, insatiably horny, choso uses his technique for body temperature, massage, choso is a horny little munch, handjob, cock riding, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, usage of âmissâ, short-tempered!oc (he lives for it), good boy, guilt over giving into urges, choso kinda a clueless little bean ngl, post shibuya arc, a bit of plot and tension build-up, includes trashing naoya zenâin for fun - click off if triggered
wc: 9.3k
art credits: @tvmei.pin
notes: iâm wet. happy jjk thursday.
Choso is a hybrid between a human and a curse, and a powerful blood manipulation technique wielder. He's generally reserved and calm. A quite bored, thoughtful expression on his face at all times. But as of late he's been experiencing something very strange, that he doesn't remember ever experiencing before. And that is absolutely desperate, infuriating arousal that has to do with a steel samurai Hayashida Hishiro. She's the Head of the Clan known of powerful, rarely blessed steel manipulation sorcerers. Thereâs one sorcerer per two generations on average, Hishiro was the first one since 200years. While the world had Gojo, Hayashida had their own little blessing at the isolated shrine. Power channels though and sheâs no exception. Special Grade sorcerer at 25 years old. A Clan very influential politically despite being reserved. Hayashida and Kamo have never been on good terms. But neither of the present really cares. Extreme times call for extreme measures.
She's accompaniyng them now on a mission regarding the protection of Yuuji Itadori. But the more Choso stays in her presence the more he's shaking with needs he can't place. He smells her hair when she sleeps, aching to touch her so intensely yet restraining himself with everything he can, because of the immense respect he has for her. He catches himself humping surfaces. Images of her doing horrible things to him flashing his mind. Like calling him names while hurting him but...'in a good way'. He started jerking off, playing with himself which he's never really done that much before despite being over a century and a half old now, not even speaking of understanding why he has such urges growing stronger now. Heâs pretty innocent when it comes to humans overall. He doesnât know much. But thisâŚ
"This feels like babysitting." Hishiro groaned slapping Megumi on the back of his head very lightly, getting an 'ow' in response "Listen to me, because i'm not repeating myself, i'm used to leading armies not four teenagers, this is ridiculous. No offence Maki, youâre kind of excluded" she waved at the girl before she sat on the soft chair cross legged and massaged her temple.
"You're not that much older than us, Hishiro" Yuuji said playing with the hem of his shirt.
"Listen!" she hissed at him "You screwed up the last time you had something simple to do so shut it for now...â
Choso's fingers twitched against his thigh, blood cells throbbing with an unbearable pressure as Hishiro's voice washed over him. Sharp, commanding, so effortlessly in control. His eyes traced the curve of her neck as she massaged her skin at that sensitive spot. And he had to physically bite down on his cheek to stifle a groan. Something warm pooled in his lower stomach, a familiar ache that had been tormenting him for days now. He shifted his weight, feeling his arousal pressing painfully against the fabric of his pants. Almost tearing a whimper out of him...
Hishiro lightened a cigarette taking a quick puff before standing up to explain her plan in front of the amateurish board that Choso made himself after being asked. He wanted to do everything she asks for.
"I'm going around." she swinged her hand drawing in a big circle, voice matter of fact and firm "Yuki goes here. You brats just stay out. And watch over here for a while." she pointed "Then, what I need in this spot." she pointed directly "Is somebody capable, who won't be whiny about it and guess what? Both of you - not fitting." she said to Yuuji and Megumi.
Choso felt his blood rushing violently through his veins. And the worst partâŚfor no reason. She was just talking. Her dismissive tone making his stomach flip in the strangest way. He wanted to be useful to her so badly it hurt. She treated them like incompetent, but somehow that made him even more aroused? Wanting it to be directed at him sometimes. Then prove himself. And repeat. God, what was wrong with him. His back hit the wall behind him, the cool concrete doing nothing to ease the heat crawling under his skin.
"We also have Choso" Yuuji pointed his thumb behind his back not even searching for Kamo in the shadows.
Hishiro snapped her eyes up, squinting while trying to spot him. A smile spread on her face then. "Right!" she said tapping her own forehead lightly "Perfect, we have Choso, i keep forgetting you managed to accidentally drag somebody who has some useful combat skills into this." she muttered and turned back to her board. âYou and your luck.â After that comment she just turned around puffing on her cigarette moving onto the rest of the plan.
Choso's chest expanded with a deep breath at her words, the smile on her face sending a jolt of warmth through his entire body. He felt like he was going to explode. Her praise was like a trophy to him, even if she probably didn't mean anything by it. She actually noticed him, acknowledged his presence. Thought of him at the mention of capable sorcerers. And not only that, she called him useful. Useful specifically. It was like a fucking drug to his system. He felt himself throbbing so hard, it's a miracle nobody noticed his soft whimper.
"Gosh, i'm so tired" she leaned back in the chair, back arching, crossed legs moving forward, riding the skirt up.
"We've barely established anything.â Yuuji frowned.
"That's because you're all idiots!" she hissed through gritted teeth.
Choso's eyes locked onto the glimpse of skin between her thighs, his vision going red for a terrifying second before snapping back. His blood boiled in his veins, screaming at him toââŚto do what? Crawl over? Press his face there and just breathe?
He caught himself fisting his hair, sliding impatiently down the wall behind him before standing back up.
"Shhh shh, calm down Hayashida." Yuki said stepping behind her to massage her shoulders lightly for a second. It didnât seem to be doing much for Hishiro though. "You really need a little something huh?" she smirked raising her eyebrow at her while the students weren't listening, talking to one another.
"What? A drink?" Hishiro glanced up at her.
"Noooot what i meant." Yuki responded suggestively.
Both women chuckled to each other briefly before talking to the boys again.
What did she mean? His ears perked up. Judging his knowledge thus far about moments like this between humans, she deems the conversation not appropriate for the room because of teenage boys in it? But he wanted to know...
What could that possibly mean? Choso's brain whirred, trying desperately to piece together human social cues and the mystery innuendo. Needing 'something' that wasn't a drink? Miss Hayashida liked to have a drink. His cock throbbed painfully, almost like it was trying to speak to him. But lately it was speaking way too much for him to listenâŚ
"I'm sorry for being rude earlier, tough times." Hishiro stood up again to explain the rest of the plan.
"But are you really 'sorry'?" Yuuji raised his eyebrow.
"One more word and i'll genuinely execute you myself, whatâs your problem?!â she snarled but then composed herself with a deep breath.
âNo, nothing sorryâ Yuuji shut his mouth with a small smile at Hishiroâs short temper with no real heat behind it like always but then frowned to himself. Wasn't Choso supposed to step in for him whenever he hears threats like those? He has this whole accidental blood brotherhood thing, doesn't he? Well, it's kind of annoying but it was strange he didn't say anything right now. Maybe he picked up the sarcasm finally?...but Yuuji didn't think that much of it.
Meanwhile Choso barely registered the threat in Hishiroâs words. His entire being was consumed by her voice, the way her jaw tightened when she snapped at Yuuji. Commanding, threatening, in control. It made his knees weak. He pressed harder against the wall, one hand slipping beneath his waistband to grip himself through his underwear. He was too busy counting the strands of her hair that fell forward when she leaned over the board. Too distracted by the subtle scent of smoke and that citrus perfume fixation of hers clinging to her skin and the whole room. His hands were shaking, palms sweating.
He then snapped his hand away. Squeezing his eyes shut. This. Is. Inappropriate. He hit his head lightly with the same hand at every word, spelling it out for himself internally. He took a deeper sharper breath. She's standing 10 feet away. Stop. What was happening to him?
"I advise you to just listen to me." Hishiro looked at Yuuji and Megumi like she was ordering little ants around. "I'll accompany the whole mission, behave and stay focused."
Choso's body jerked forward uncontrollably despite being untouched. Precum leaking into his boxers profusely. His breath hitched sharply just as he realised how much of the warm, sticky wetness was seeping into his underwear right now. His body betrayed him completely, jerking forward like she'd physically touched him when all she did was speak those commanding yet gentle words to Yuuji and Megumi.
"Now, tea before sleep?" her face suddenly contorted into a smile, scratching Yuuji's head.
"Tea'd be nice." Megumi nodded "We still have a heater here...?"
Choso knew very well by now that he needed to leave this room quick. Despite every fiber of his being screaming at him to crawl at Hishiro's feet...
His body operating on pure survival instinct now as he moved upstairs. He couldn't stay in that room for one more secondâŚhe was leaking, throbbing, his blood boiling with shame and need. The image of her scratching Yuuji's head like he was a puppy made something inside Choso scream with envy. Which was so unlikely. Heâs not jealous of his brothers. Especially not inâŚwhatever this way is.
He got into a room he occupied in that abandoned building they all chose to camp at for the mission. Choso rarely needed sleep but a mattress was there and practically nothing else. No windows too. He liked dark places.
He didn't know what to do with himself at this point. He knew how to release and he was trying at it before. But...it felt wrong all of a sudden. Because he felt like something is missing.
A command.
A different touch.
An approval.
His head was spiraling with Miss Hishiroâs soft hair...he loved her hair.
As Choso slammed the door shut behind himself he immediately sank to his knees, hands trembling as he fumbled with his pants uselessly. He needed relief. Now. But the usual method felt hollow, empty. He found himself crawling across the floor frustrated, to the darkest corner of the room. His body curling into a fetal position as he wrapped his arms around his waist. He was so fucking hard it hurt. His cock throbbed painfully against his underwear, leaking profusely.
âI wish she would just...give me permission to do thisâ he kept on spiralling in his head.
But he caught too much friction from dragging himself on the floor already. The only thing he managed to do was pull the waistband of his pants and boxers down enough so that his throbbing tip would peak out. Something dangerously close to a cry escaped Choso's chest as he came untouchedâŚjust from the thought of her, her voice, her commanding presence. It felt like his insides were turning inside out, his whole body shaking with the intensity of it. Painting the cold concrete with thick ropes of cum, his cock still pulsing with need.
He collapsed forward, panting, forehead pressing against the cold floor. It was unsatisfying, but that was making him strangely content...because if she actually owned him...would she be happy if he was satisfied in that moment? No...at least he hopes not. Thatâs not behaving nice.
As he lifted himself off the floor shakily. His cock softening for a while. He felt himself breathing heavily, drawn to go back down. See her again like it was a never ending cycle. Be in her presence, savour every sliver of attention...he needed it.
So he did. His body recovering quickly like always. Shame. He first stepped back into his shadow. Staying unnoticed for a minute.
"Do you guys want those biscuits?" Hishiro asked Yuuji and Megumi while her mouth was already full of it "And answering your question Yuki, i don't think it a good move to approach there but...."
Choso melted back into his safe place near the pillar, his body still trembling slightly from his release. He watched her. Saw the crumb at the corner of her mouth, the way her cheeks puffed when she chewed, the casual intimacy of her speaking with her mouth full. It was unbearably domestic and he was fixated. He should leave.
"Don't be shy Choso, you can come here." Hishiro suddenly spoke to him without even glancing in his direction, rubbing her slim hands together to get rid of the crumbs.
His breath hitched, blood turning to ice. She knew. She knew he was lurking in the shadows like some pathetic creature. But she sounded casually inviting. Like it was normal for him to be there, watching. Well it was at this point.
His heart hammered against his ribs as he stepped out slowly, head bowed respectfully. He couldn't meet her eyes.
"You kids don't mind my whiskey, don't you?" Hishiro smirked at the boys already unscrewing the bottle, pouring herself and Yuki some. "I doubt you drink with all that precious blood of yours, so let's leave it there." she winked at Choso briefly, pointing at him. Other hand putting the alcohol back behind her without standing up. "Here's the tea you like though, Yuuji pour him some tea." she instructed at the kid snapping her fingers. "Anyways, I think we should really get rid of the Zen'in as quick as possible and Maki is in the perfect place..." Hishiro went back to rambling about politics while taking big sips.
Meanwhile Choso's breath caught and still didnât leave his lungs after she pointed directly at him, her wink making his ears burn. He watched Yuuji pour tea into a cup, something he could easily do himself. But it was nice of them. Kind of? There was something oddly intimate about being served by proxy under her instruction he canât lie. But it was also Yuuji. He felt like he was turning weird. Choso took the tea silently with both hands, siting down unnaturally careful and straight. He couldn't drink yet, his throat was too tight. And his cock...a traitorous thing.
And the point is - could he use his technique on it? Yeah, itâs silly but he could. But then it just constantly tries to go back and nothing about his arousal changes mentally. So baggy clothes it is. No difference.
"Talking about the Zen'in" Hishiro flared up again "Naoya. That fucking wormâ..." she covered her mouth for a second glancing at the teens "'Scuse me. I genuinely want to smear his brains out on the entire Tokyoâs asphalt.â Hishiro gestured.
"No shit." Maki agreed, nodding in the corner shortly. Sighing tired remembering his face.
"You know what he said to me, Maki?" Hishiro turned to her attentive in her gossip. "When the Headsâ councils were still running and when i had the spot for years and he was jumping around his daddy just to get there? That i should hurry up baring children because i'm getting old and kind of unpleasant to look at. First of all - lie, we all know that. And second of all I was like bitch, your fried fucking chauvinistic brain, i'm 26 years of age! He's mental, does he know who i am?!"
Okay, so PG13 out the window then anyway.
Choso's mouth opened slightly, an innocent nod and small noise of agreement escaping before he could stop himself. Feeling a pang of disgust hearing Naoya Zen'ins name. But then her violent expression, anger, how vulgar she was, passionate, rightfully furious about being mistreated. And so beautiful when she ranted. His cock twitched painfully in response. He immediately took a scolding hot sip of tea to mask any further involuntary sounds, nearly burning his tongue.
"Disrespectful asshole." she swinged her glass again, Yuki already reaching to pour her another one. "I'm THE Hayashida Hishiro, you should lick my boot i don't know if you're aware." she kept rambling half funny half pissed about Naoya. "Scoundrel" she scoffed. "I was the most important political figure next to his father who didn't even like him that much given his testament apparently." she took one sip more. "I'm heated." she finally said disinterested in continuing and started using an old newspaper as a fan a bit dramatically.
Choso swallowed the burn in his throat, unable to tear his eyes away from the way she fanned herself, petty but captivating. He admired her love for being the centre of attention for some reason. Her animated and goofy, but also short-tempered and intimidating nature. And the âlicking her bootâ comment. He stared down at his fingers tapping the cup in his hands. The way her chest heaved slightly with each angry breath, the newspaper flapping against her flushed cheeks...He wanted to do it for her. Wanted to kneel at her feet and wave something in her face until she cooled down. To pour her that glass instead of Yuki. He wanted to see Naoya Zen'in completely unrecognisable after she'd be done with him...but also deemed it below her league to touch him. Maybe heâll do it? He would.
After a while everybody sort of scattered. Including Hishiro who decided to make herself a bath. They've had running water in Shibuya still, just not warm.
"Oh heating that up will take ages but i need myself clean" she complained as she stretched standing up lazily.
As the room emptied, Choso remained seated, his tea forgotten. He watched the samurai stretch, her body long and lean, more so acrobatic than very physically strong. Her movements graceful even in complaint. When she mentioned heating the water, an idea struck him. Thatâs something he could do for her. Something useful. "Miss Hayashida?" he swallowed, his bottom lip trembling softly.
"Yes, Choso?" she asked in return like always when referring to him, mid yawn this time. Her back turned to him finishing her glass and pushing it away on the hard surface with no purpose.
He liked how she leaned her hips on one side. Shifting her body weight on one leg completelyâŚbut then he caught himself staring at her ass.
"I could...heat the bath water for you quickly?" His voice was small, almost timid. The idea of her waiting uncomfortably for her relaxation time made his stomach twist.
"Oh?" she turned to face him, her dark brown hair now with messy strands enveloping her face all around. "Well sure, be my guest." she gestured stepping away from the heater.
He was expecting her to just go up and start pouring the cold portion of the water into the tub to mix in with the boiling one later but she stood there for a bit. Choso had no clue what her thoughtful expression was about. And it was stressing him.
Suddenly she chuckled tipsy. "Actually don't you have this whole thing of changing your body's temperature for your technique?" she said with an amused smile on her face "That's nice." her grin widened pointing at him as she was walking right past. "Unfortunately the bathtub isn't big enough to fit the two of us so...quite useless this time around.â And with that she left.
His face flushed crimson at her words, her teasing grin seared into his mind. The bathtub...for two? He stood frozen for a moment, staring at the spot where she had disappeared. Her casual humor, the way she pointed almost touching his shoulder, the warmth in her smile, how she remembered despite never caring about other sorcererâs techniques, even the big clans...it felt like praise. And punishment simultaneously because it was just a tease. He sighed audibly, pathetically frustrated unlike himself.
When the water was ready Choso brought it to the bathroom for her and since she was nowhere to be found there he just allowed himself to pour it in, creating a nice warm bath to get in with a bit of grey soap scented with citrus. She carried it everywhere, everything had to be sour scented. One of the first things he learned about her. It occupied his mind. All too well. She mustâve added that already since the bathroom air was dense with it.
They passed in the doorframe. She looked at the tub and then up at him. "Oh, you took care of it" she said pleased and then touched his chest for a moment. "Thank you so much" she added before sliding inside, expecting him to just close the door behind himself.
He froze as her fingers touched his chest briefly. Warm and soft. Her thank you was genuine, her touch casual but it felt like a brand burning into him. Like something rare he got from herâŚlike a gift. "Y-You're welcome..." his voice cracked slightly.
Hishiro bathed for about 20 minutes and throughout those 20 minutes Choso sat on his mattress in the other room staring at that one single spot on the wall fighting with his desires. He couldn't get his cock to soften fully for the life of him, couldn't shut the images of her face and curves in his mind. Impossible measures of some sacred meditation only her samurai head stored the techniques of while he knew absolutely nothing about them...
He wishes she would teach him. Breath controlâŚand then right after just cut it off for him with the grip of her hand.
The water was splashing softly in the bathroom audibly. His mind wandered to sinful places. Imagining her naked. The curve of her hip submerged, water creating a tiny pool at her sharp collarbone, her nearly black hair with that one single purple strand slicked back against her neck. He squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his jaw hard enough to ache. His fingers dug into the mattress. Twenty minutes felt like an eternity and it wasn't going to get any easier after that, unless he was extremely delusional...
When Hishiro finished her bath time and dressed up in front of the mirror while humming softly to herself he was battling his mind hard. He could hear her walking to her own room. Only Choso and her resided in this section.
The bath water slowly went down the drain. They are staying here for a minute already. Itâs quite comfy and safe. He knew her habits in that bathroom. She left the water once still over night. He tasted it. Just a little bit. Wanted to bathe in it after her but he was too scared of getting caught. He remembered Yuki's words to Hishiro. 'you need a little something'. What if this is actually a human thing and she feels the same as him? No, that wouldn't make any sense he feels like he's genuinely unable to function. It was crawling at his skin...
'Something' she needed...Could it be him? Something he could serve with? His body? His touch? NoâŚhe pouted at himself. Then he shook his head violently, trying to completely dislodge the idea.
Soon enough Chosoâs thoughts spiraled into self-loathing. Was he pathetic? Desperate? A coward? He could hear her moving around, humming in her room too...that sound felt intimate once again. Domestic once again. It made him imagine mornings together, sharing space, instead of her remaining unaware of his torment. He wanted to be cuddled. Make her happy too. Could anyone around possibly know how deeply he was falling?
Meanwhile Hishiro was brushing her almost dry hair down. In her pyjamas, which was her only other outfit here. She was kind of pedantic. It was also suitable for a fight given emergencies. Gosh, her muscles were sore, everything was just pissing her off. Long wide pants. Tight top. She heard a very soft knock on the door.
"If it's one of you kids, i swear to god i'm not going to be pleased" she snarled
The knock had been Choso's. Who elseâs. He had waited. And waited for the appropriate time, counted in his head like some kind of creep. So she could change in peace. He stood at her door looking absolutely ridiculous: pale as ever, hair tied up but messy from running hands through it.
"It's me." His voice trembled through the door.
Hishiro frowned to herself. "Well, come in then" she stood up as till now she was kneeling on her mattress ready to battle her disgusting insomnia. Her hands still rubbing the lotion in as Choso stepped into her room hesitantly. "What is it that you need, Choso?" she asked invitingly.
Should he openly ask her about the symptoms heâs experiencing with her around and make himself a fool potentially? Or just offer to relax her? That was something randomly flashing in his mind as a...flirt? Or over the top directness. Probably the other one. He couldnât tell the difference once he learned what flirt isâŚ
He lingered near the door, hands twitching at his sides. His gaze flickered between her face and the rest of the room, taking in the scene. Her hair soft and damp, skin lotioned...He swallowed hard. Flirtation wasn't really in his vocabulary. But he couldn't ask her directly either. âYou...you look tired."
She sighed softly. If it was Yuuji or Megumi saying that she'd immediately snap. Like of course i'm fucking tired it's midnight. But. It was Choso, despite him being quite clueless in social interaction she couldn't just go off on him like he was a child. He was a great sorcerer. And she treated him like an equal. With respect greater than she imagined given that a heated fight was how theyâve first met. No clue what he wanted to achieve with that though. "Yes, i am quite tired and drunk. I would naturally assume it shows" she replied.
Tired and drunk. Two things he could maybe help with? He allowed himself to boldly reach and push the door to close behind himself. His brain grasped at straws. âI...I know you can't sleep sometimes as well." He shifted uncomfortably.
Hishiro frowned softly like an interest flashing through her mind. "Oh what else, now you have technique for that too?" she raised an eyebrow but her voice was nowhere close to mocking. "Like you couldn't get any more...strangely impressive." she gave him an up down dragging the words, her arms crossing.
Her eyes dragged over his body and he felt his skin burn. He hadn't undressed today, still wearing his oversized sweater piece felt suddenly suffocating. His throat worked. This was his chance. Either ask for permission or run.
"Massage." He said it quickly, yet carefully. Before he could lose his nerve. "I could just...work out the knots from your muscles."
A beat passed. A smirk curled at Hishiro's mouth before she chuckled dryly. "Alright, i guess you're particularly bored sleepless, since you don't really need it." she tsk'd her mouth. "Fine." she reached to swoosh her hair on one side and knelt back on her mattress casually, her back facing him already, feet curled up too, shoulders bare between two thin white strips from her top. "But just for the record massages don't really work on me." she added, as she begun to braid her hair on the side.
His breath caught in his throat at her casual display. Shoulders bare, hair falling like silk. His hands twitched, suddenly anxious. He approached slowly, like she might spook and change her mind. His knees bent as he knelt right behind her, landing softly. Except he didn't sit down on his feet like she did. His thumbs pressed into her tense muscles carefully, testing her reaction. "They will..."
Hishiro scoffed softly with no malice at his confidence but didn't comment. Now itâs multiple massages? But then her shoulders jerked softly as she felt heat seeping through her skin where he touched it. Her breath hitching too audibly. She covered it up with a cough as that wasn't planned to shake her pride. Right...she messed with him about his technique earlier. It felt...vvvery good.
The moment his hands made contact, he activated his technique like heâd planned. Hot, controlled heat on her shoulders. Not burning, not overwhelming. Just...perfect. He hoped. Choso pressed his thumbs deep into her shoulder blades, heat seeping through his fingertips. He felt her muscles tense initially, then slowly soften under his touch. The scent of citrus and lotion filled the space between them. He concentrated on keeping his breathing steady, his thoughts pure. But her hitched breath...that small sound made his stomach twist awfully again. "Too much?" he asked quietly.
"No...no" she said, trying to maintain a tone unswayed. "It's fine..." she gasped softly swallowing a whole hearse of similar sounds back. She didn't expect him to have such good way with hands...and she wasn't expecting a concentrated heat in his hands to feel better than any heating ointment sheâs ever bought. This was not only working but fascinatingly so.
Chosoâs thumbs moved methodically down her spine, but mainly on her shoulders to stay in line. Heat following like a slow, deliberate wave. Each knot he found - he coaxed it loose with careful pressure and warmth. He could feel her breathing deepen, heard the tiny gasps she tried to suppress. It was intoxicating. Addictive. He realized he was leaning closer. He was so desperate for her. So gone in the head. And hard. Painfully again. Itching to...taste her. "You asked about my technique..." he said, voice a bit too hoarse.
"Yeah yeah, Iâ...umm" she cleared her throat head rolling to the sides slightly. He couldn't see how her eyes rolled to the back of her head constantly. Thank god cause it was a lot. "I didn't think it can be used like that..." she finally said.
God, she wasn't aware he was probably fighting off moans of pleasure harder than her right now...he felt his lower stomach curling at every touch he pressed into her skin. He was easy. So easy for her.
"It can...be used for a lot of things." His voice was low, intimate, broken slightly. His hands moved lower, thumbs pressing into the small of her back. He felt her arch slightly into his touch, an involuntary response that made his cock throb painfully against his thigh. He wanted to kiss her shoulder. Wanted to bury his face between her shoulder blades. Wanted to tell her he was in love. In what...?
Hishiro chuckled melodically with a smirk at his response. "Oh yeah? Like for what?"
He went still for a moment and stopped a whimper half-way.
His hands paused, thumbs pressing deeply into the curve of her lower back. He felt like an idiot for almost moaning aloud. Clearing his throat roughly, he answered her question carefully. Too carefully. "Pain relief...muscle relaxation...circulation improvement..." His voice dropped lower.
"That's what you're doing now." she interrupted him firmly. Her voice seeping back into her demanding, strict nature. "I asked what else is it so useful for."
Chosoâs throat worked as he swallowed hard. Her strict tone only made him more turned on. He could list off a hundred innocent uses for his technique - none of which were appropriate right now. "Stimulating nerve endings..." he finally said.
"Right~..." she dragged the word out amused "Interesting" she then flexed her shoulders a bit under his hands, shaking them off gently. "I think i'm good to go." she turned to face him and then leaned back on her elbows on the mattress like she was...going to sleep? "It worked well" she smirked at him.
He watched her turn around, his heart in his throat. Her expression was unreadable. Amused, maybe? Satisfied? He felt cold as the heat of his hands left her skin. His technique slowly faded, leaving behind a faint, warm tingling. His eyes traced her profile, lingering on the smirk playing at her lips. She looked...intimidating like always. But his cock was throbbing. And he canât just go another night. He can't. "Miss Hayashida..." he swallowed harshly, voice desperate already.
"Yes, Choso?" she smiled tilting her head with interest, glancing down which remained unnoticed. "What is it?"
He was losing his mind. Rational thought had long since left him. His hands gripped his knees to stop from reaching out. âI...I have a problem." His confession was hoarse, barely above a whisper. His thighs pressed together tightly. "With..."
She frowned softly, yet the smirk stayed. She spread her legs in her wide pants. Laying comfortably in her own temporary bed. And further away but still...he was in between them and...he can't stop thinking aboutâ... "With?" she encouraged him swinging her hand in a small circle.
His eyes snapped to the movement of her hand, his breath hitching. He was in so deep. His face felt hot, his mind blank with desire and frustration. âWith...with my t-technique?" he lied. Pathetically. His voice broke on the word. Idiot.
"No, Choso~" she tilted her head on the other side. "You have a problem in your pants, what did you come here for?" she said very matter-of-fact-toned, but with some different note to it. Her eyes narrowing but never leaving his face.
And no it went from flushed red to pale and back again in seconds. But instead of stuttering he just broke completely this time.
"I can'tâ..." he felt like air was being ripped away from his lungs. "I can't stop thinking about...missâ..." he said as his forehead fell on the mattress, nails digging into it not further away, not touching her still. "Please, justâ..." he inhaled sharply feeling tiny tears at the corners of his eyes.
Hishiro didn't react much. But just externally. "And your plea is for what?" she said rather dryly yet she observed every movement of his. The way his face slid on the mattress' surface slowly. His fist clenching like he had something to grasp...
His whole body was trembling softly now as he inhaled sharply. His forehead pressed hard into the fabric, smelling her scent. He had never felt more pathetic. And yet...right where he wanted to be. Finally.
"Touch you." The words came out raw, broken, desperate. Simple. "Just...want to touch you."
"You can touch me." Hishiro shrugged slightly, her voice portraying it as nothing. But she already liked this a lot. "You just did matter of fact." a smirk tugged at her lips.
But he only heard one thing. Approval. Consent. Encouragement. Without lifting himself up much he just slid forward right in between her legs. Nose dragging itself up over the material of her clothed pussy. Warm...even aroused already. He could tell. And it sent his body in a tremble. She looked down at him intrigued. Didn't pull away. Didnât even flinch.
He pressed his face further into the warmth, inhaling deeply. Her scentâŚclean after the bath, her arousal faint, intoxicating. His hands found her thighs, trying to grip at them through the fabric but his hands were so weak. He was shaking uncontrollably now, tears still leaking slightly but he didn't care. His lips brushed against the thin material barely separated from her skin. He wanted to taste. Wanted to worship. "I just...when i see you..." his breath sped up unnaturally rapid. "When i hear you talk...i can't stop...i can't stop..." he kept repeating breathless, his head shaking softly. Hips humping the bed needy in one single motion before stopping.
Hishiro was never so intrigued. This hybrid human - curse was just now between her legs confessing to being utterly obsessed with her sexually for some strange reason. And of course she got wet when he gave her that massage alone, it was pretty easy to deduct. It was good. But this? This was even better.
She watched him keep going for a minute...
He was losing himself completely. Face buried between her legs, hands trembling on her thighs, words pouring out in broken gasps. He pressed his lips to the fabric again, more insistent this time, breathing her in like he was suffocating without her.
"I've...I've imagined this...so many times...You don't...knowâwhat you do to me...so smart...andâ...and strong...make me feel like i'm nothing...but i could make you feel so good..." he kept on gasping out hot air against her core. ââŚpromiseâŚâ
Hishiro couldn't help but smirk a little. Her body shifting. Like impatient. Maybe she had a small ego issue. Well a big one. It was big.
"You want me to let you get all up in there, huh~?" she asked reaching out, playing with one of the buns on top of his head with just the tip of his fingers.
He let out a choked sob at the small touch, arching up into her fingers like a starving animal seeking scraps. His whole body surged from the mattress, desperate for more contact before she placed it down more firmly. Her fingers in his hair. Such a simple thing. Made his stomach flutter almost painfully. "Yes...yes please...I've never...I just want to...serve you...I'll be good...i'll be so good." the last word a breathless whisper against her.
"Oh will you?" she grin widened despite herself. God, she had a thing for that she can't lie. "Do it then."
Like on a command he started undressing her in needy movements, yet messy, hands weak. She suddenly leaned in to grab his chin and make him look at her. âDon't waste my timeâ she whispered before letting go and falling back against the wall, the mattress was pressed to.
Her stern tone snapped something inside him. His clumsiness disappeared, replaced by desperate focus. He yanked down her pants like his life depended on it, throwing them god knows where. When her underwear came off too, he whimpered again. Actually whimpered in pure need. "I won't...i won't waste...anything..." he muttered like hypnotised. Full mindless focus on her pussy now. He was livid.
His trembling hands spread her thighs wider outwardly as he buried his face between them without hesitation. His tongue dragged a long, slow stripe up her slit and he tasted her first. The moment her flavor hit his tongue he groaned pathetically against her, the sound muffled against her folds. His hands gripped her thighs like she might disappear if he let go.
And from that point onâŚhe wasn't even entirely thinking about how to please her. He couldnât, mind turned blank. And he wasn't very experienced in the matter. But his own desperation to drown himself in her was so great...that her first moan came out of her so surprised it sounded almost offended.
His tongue worked frantically against her. Licking, sucking, pressing everywhere with no rhythm, no technique, just pure need. He was devouring her like she was his lifeline, like if he stopped for one second he'd cease to exist. When he heard that moanâŚso sharp, so shocked - he almost sobbed in relief. He only redoubled his efforts, pressing his face deeper into her.
Her hand now gripped his hair. One side of it to be exact. His head tilting exactly where she pushed it. She wasn't expecting all that. Her lower back arched up into his face, a deep breath with a louder moan replacing the exhale. His mouth was hot now. Very hot and it reminded her of the times sheâd be sick and desperately hump her hot water bottle. It made her clit pulse so hard. Just like his tongue did now.
While the hand in his hair yanking his head exactly where she wanted it sent a jolt of pure submission through him. He let her control every movement, every angle, every pressure. His tongue worked exactly where she directed it, lapping at her swollen flesh like a devoted animal. He could feel her hips bucking slightly into his mouth, her thighs trembling around his head.
"Gosh..." she whispered quietly. "Keep going..." she commanded softly gripping his hair tighter. It hurt. He liked that. "Good...goodâŚâ
The praises were driving him absolutely insane. He couldn't get enough. The minute his hips humped against the mattress on their own again he knew he's going to cum in his pants right there just from eating her out.
Then it repeated. With each praise, his pants growing wet and sticky with precum as he approached his own orgasm just from the taste of her and the sound of her voice. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes from the pain in his scalp and the overwhelming sensation of being used so perfectly. He kept whimpering against her helplessly...he was in heaven.
"Yeah, that's right..." her head jerked back against the wall. She wasn't holding her moans back at all anymore. "Good boy..."
It just came out. She thought he might like that. And well.
His entire body convulsed violently as soon as the phrase left her mouth. His orgasm hit him suddenly, overwhelmingly, without warning. He came in his pants with a muffled scream against her pussy, his tongue still working desperately against her folds even as he lost control of his own body.
At first when she noticed it at the corner of her eye she wanted to throw a fit. That he cums before her like that. But after a second thought. It was kind of more erotic for him to do it like this. Uncontrolled. So lost in her. "Don't slow down." she demanded pulling on his hair again
His orgasm seemed to go on forever, waves of pleasure crashing over him as he kept licking her desperately, even as his hips jerked uncontrollably against the mattress. The pain in his scalp only added to the intense sensation, making him cry out against her over and over as more hot release soaked his pants. He wanted more. He needed more.
He then felt Hishiro's breath speeding up and body going still. Her moans slurring right before she came all over his face with a louder one on her lips. "Oh my god..."
And at that moment, he didn't slow down either. He couldn't. He lapped at her eagerly, drinking in every drop, moaning against her swollen lips as if it was the most sacred thing he'd ever done. Her orgasm triggered something primal in him. A second wave of pleasure hit him even as the first was fading, his cock twitching uselessly in his ruined pants. He wasnât even sure if it was an actual orgasm. He just felt so goodâŚ
Suddenly he felt her pull on his hair upwards. But she gave him a second to notice what's up, so she won't seriously hurt him. As he lifted himself off the mattress she grabbed him by his sweater and slowly pushed him against a wall behind him. "What was that?" she asked licking her lips, a glint in her eyes as she straddled him.
No man ever made her cum with his tongue alone before. Matter of fact she was sure of it being impossible.
He trembled against the wall, his legs weak from orgasm, his mind still foggy with need. "IâIââŚ" he stammered, unable to form words as she straddled him. He fully thought she meant him coming pathetically. Her lips parted gasping for air, her face flushed, and she looked absolutely divine. He wanted to worship her forever. "I couldn't help it...pleaâ"
She cut him off by crashing into his lips with force. Her hands now on the back of his neck. Arching it so she could kiss him deeper. His arms hugged her waist despite himself. Reaching up to kiss her too. He whined desperately. He was pulling her as close as possible, like he was trying to crawl inside her. He whimpered into her mouth, his tongue sliding against hers desperately, as she was tasting herself on his lips. His hips bucked weakly against her, seeking friction even as his body ached from oversensitivity.
But like on demand he felt her hands tugging at the waistband of his pants rapidly to free his cock, already hard again, still covered in his previous release. She gripped it in one hand and started stroking him slowly. But it happened so fast, he broke off the kiss. A cry tearing from his chest at the sensation of her fingers clenching around his swollen tip. He squeezed his eyes shut hissing the air into his lungs, breath speeding up once more. His head smacked back against the wall, fresh arousal mixing with the mess of before. He bit down hard on his lip to keep himself from making anymore embarrassing sounds but failed miserably. Another broken cry escaped him. "No I-I can't...Please...ssstop" he slurred weakly looking up at her with glassy eyes "Miss H-h-hishiro i'm..."
"But do you really want me to stop?" she asked, her eyes narrowing, not even close to stopping, but then question was sincere. Yet seeing his puppy eyes focusing back on her, her hand sped up on him a bit, squeezing tighter.
His eyes rolled back slightly, his body shaking with the overwhelming sensation. "N-No...I-I don't...i donât want you to stop, miss.â he gasped out shakily his head weakly, his hips bucking into her hand helplessly despite his protests before. His cock was already leaking again, sensitive and overstimulated but desperate for more. "I'm just...s-ssso sensitive..." his words slurred as she slapped his tip gently.
"You can take it." she whispered certain with no place left for discussion. She then used her other hand to cover his mouth. "Now shut up before somebody comes it here..." she whispered, her own need seeping into her voice as she leaned in to kiss on his neck. âBehave.â
The instant her hand covered his mouth he muffled a pathetic scream into her palm, his entire body jerking violently as her lips found his neck. He could feel his cock twitching and swelling even larger in her grip, precum smearing everywhere. His eyes squeezed shut as tears leaked outâŚhe was so ruined, felt so owned by her. And so amazing. "Mmmphh!"
"What is it about curses, hm?" she whispered into his ear. Getting worked up all over again herself. Her own arousal dripping somewhere on his lap which he couldn't possibly register at his current state. "Are you getting it up on purpose?â she bit her lip and instantly got a shake of his head in response next to her cheek. That adorable whine with it. She smirked. âGetting so disgustingly obsessed, so hard so quickly, do you think i can just go on for hours with you like this?" she bit on his earlobe, loosening the pressure on his mouth and letting her two smaller fingers fall onto his tongue instead.
He sucked on them instinctively, his body shuddering as she bit his earlobe. He couldn't form words around her fingers, only muffled whines and desperate sounds escaping him. His hips moved faster against her hand, fucking into her grip mindlessly as she talked dirty to him.
"Answer me." she demanded in a sharp whisper against his ear. "You just want to be used over and over i can give you that...it's quite fun."
He was so close again. Her thumb messing with his tip, smearing pre cum all over it, postponing it...
Tears streamed freely down his cheeks now, his entire body trembling violently against the wall. He sucked harder on her fingers, desperate to obey, to give her whatever she wanted. His cock ached, painfully hard and oversensitive, every stroke bringing him right to the edge only to be cruelly pulled back. He was completely at her mercy, addicted to the torment. He never wanted to leave. Never wanted it to stop. "Yes..." he gasped barely audible.
"Good." she pulled her fingers out of his mouth and slapped the side of his jaw just lightly. Unable to hurt him even during sex. He was so cute.
But the force of it didnât matter. He came at that. His cum shooting up weakly but still thick. A whine mixed with a cry escaping him. But he couldn't get soft for the life of him. He could feel it. And she could tell. His body burning so hot. Before he could stop shaking and gasping for air...she positioned his cock at her entrance and slid all the way down watching his face. Her mouth parting. Some of his cum from previous orgasm deep inside of her now as he still didnât finishâŚ
His back arched sharply, a loud, broken cry echoing through the room as she suddenly impaled herself on him. Smaller ones following after with acceptance at his helplessness he begged so nicely for. He felt like he was being split in two, his oversensitive cock being squeezed and massaged by her tight, wet heat. More cum leaked out of him at the sudden penetration, his balls aching sharply. He felt himself twitching inside her even in the aftermath of orgasm, his cock impossibly still hard. "F-FUCKâ"
"Awww Choso~..." she smirked wiping a single tear on his face with the back of her hand "I thought you don't cuss...that's not nice." she chuckled at him as she started moving on top of him, tugging on the neckline of his shirt playfully before squeezing his throat lightly.
He sobbed brokenly, head lolling back against the wall, utterly wrecked. His cock was being milked by her tight walls, still hypersensitive from multiple orgasms. He could feel remnants of his earlier release inside her, mixing with her own arousal, creating a wet sound as she begun riding him. Every movement was agony and ecstasy combined. He was so deep inside her, hitting places he didn't know existed.
"I'll take care of you from now on..." she smirked, her fingers traversing his jaw now. "What do you say, huh? You just to be taken care of, baby?" both playful mockery and affection blended in her vocal chords. He was going insane.
His hips tried to buckle helplessly into her rhythm without much contribution anymore. Just his cock throbbing painfully inside her. "Y-yes...IâI needâneed you toâ" he sobbed, the words tearing from his chest like they were being ripped out. "I need you to t-take care of me...p-please...I can'tâI can't function without...without this..."
"Shhh, yeah youâll get it~" she said with satisfaction as a chuckle followed. Something warm in it though. She leaned in to kiss his weak lips again. He was giving it back. What the fuck even was he? Sex was never so good. He started thanking her now like she was saving him from fire. "God you're adorable..." she said into his lips with a wide smirk, almost predatory, as she sped up chasing her own orgasm.
He was kissing her back desperately, no coordination left, just pure instinct and need. He felt her getting closer and it made him harder somehow, made him want to please her more. "Use me..." he gasped between kisses. "Make yourself feel good, mmmiss..." he panted heavily, eyes half lidded, he was getting hotter and hotter by the second, his body temperature raising.
She could feel it tooâŚher tummy bulging with his thick length and burning hot. She played with her own hair now riding him. He saw her as an angel, the only source of light coming from behind her too, seeping through her silky hair. "It feels so good..." he whined like the truth of it was painful. It was. âS-so prettyâŚâ
Her eyes stayed on his and their mouth parted against each other as her face finally contorted in pleasure. A loud gasp escaping her as she jerked her head back slightly now. Her neck pressing onto his lips...
The sight of that...made him cum as well.
He screamed into her neck, his own orgasm ripping through him violently, completely out of his control. He could feel her coming around his cock, squeezing him rhythmically, milking him completely dry. He came so hard he felt lightheaded, spots dancing in his vision.
Her face collapsed onto his shoulder. Breathing heavily as she felt him filling her up with another load of his cum. The fact that she could still feel it after 3 times was impressive. Thank god for pills, she loved this feeling. Instead of carefully sliding off of him she just fell back on the mattress satisfied. "Damn..." she cussed under her breath. "I wasn't aware of what's good in this world." she muttered putting a cigarette in between her lips.
He sat there, completely spent and trembling, his cock still twitching even as she shifted off of him. He watched her light the cigarette with shaking hands, his body covered in sweat and marks from their intense encounter. Cum leaking out of her lazily. He had the urge to clean her up with his tongue. But he didnât want to interrupt her nowâŚHe felt empty without her on top of him, already craving more. "Miss..."
"Yes Choso?" she said smiling softly at the ceiling and then at him, blowing out the smoke. Saying it so content for the first time.
He turned his head slowly to look at her, his eyes soft and completely adoring. His body ached in the best possible way, and he felt a strange warmth blooming in his chest that had not only to do with sex. He reached out weakly, his fingers brushing against hers. "...Can I get one too?" he pointed at her cigarette
His voice was small. He never smoked. Not once he just wanted toâ...
"You know, nicotine is clumping up blood" she said blowing the smoke in the opposite direction than his face "Like pretty bad, sweetheart" her nose scrunched up "But i know you just want an excuse to stay with me." she said with a small smirk throwing away the cigarette she took like three puffs from. "Don't you?" she raised her eyebrow.
His cheeks flushed slightly at being called out andâŚcalled âsweetheartâ. But he didn't deny it. Instead, he just looked at her with those big puppy eyes, still watered. Silently begging. He scooted closer to her on the bed, his body almost collapsing forward from the intense encounter. "...Yes" he admitted softly, voice vulnerable.
"I mean i don't mind" she smiled at him "Do you want toâ...oh."
He just snuggled on top of her as soon as he heard âi donât mindâ. She chuckled softly to herself noting that. He was rarely postponing his reactions when given consent. Kind ofâŚsweet. So desperate yet always waiting on it, just impatient. He lied his head on her chest. Nuzzling his face in her shirt while hugging her waist all round. She patted his head unsure of what that was but not minding it. "SureâŚâ
A smile grew on her lips though. She wasnât hugged in a long while. Especially like that. Her hand started rubbing his back. He purred like a cat at it, burying his face into her chest, breathing in her scent mixed with sweat and sex. He felt completely and utterly at peace. The frantic need had been sated, leaving only this quiet, desperate affection behind. And hopeâŚfor more in the future. Preferably close. His arms tightened around her waist.
âWill you leave me now?â he asked after a minute, one cheek squeezed against her breast.
âWellâŚâ she pressed her lips together above his head.
It was funny. Hayashidas were always forbidden by the clan itself to engage in any romantic or sexual relationships with other sorcerers. Not wanting foreign cursed energy in the bloodline. Hishiro scoffed to herself softly. âIf they were still kicking and i would show them a CURSE, i donât even know if i would have something to say in the matter even as a Clan Head.â she thought to herself.
âI not planning to âleave youâ thatâs for sure.â she said already knowing she just wants that to repeat. Point blank. Multiple times. âIâllâŚmake something work maybe.â
hishiroswhim - 2026. kindly asking to not copy or reuse the OC used for this fanfiction
short summary: while on a mission megumi receives a call from maki suggesting that gojo found a specific belonging of his that he definitely wasnât supposed to.
tags: fluffy fluff no angst no smut!, neutral oc, diary confession, bottled feelings, lovesick teens, long-lasting crush, popular girl x shy boy trope, (jujutsu) highschool setting, mentions of depression, kissing, mutual confession, reassurance, gojo satoru being mischievous (and slightly out of character if you ask me lol)
wc: 4k
notes: a silly tiktok post inspired me :P and iâm one hundred percent certain multiple fics like this exist but iâve never encountered any lmao. if the resemblance to another writerâs work is accidentally too strong, do let me know.
Megumi has a secret crush on Hishiro since they've started Jujustu High in the same year together. Her presence always both fascinated and slightly intimidated him. Her protectiveness over him during mission always made him scowl and blush at the same time. But given his gloomy, distant nature he never intended to tell her about that and sometimes even tries to deny that little crush to himself but he does write about his feelings in his diary, which mostly contains of depressive thoughts he struggles with but then sprinkles with Hishiro and how she laughed sweetly at his dry jokes from time to time. He thought it's hidden pretty well...
Him and Nobara were on a small mission in the centre of Tokyo today. Maki called him to check what's up.
âHey, everything going well?" she asked through the phone âYou guys finished?"
"Yeah, we're wrapping upâ Megumi responds flatly, hands in his pockets as he walks beside Nobara. "Nobara was just about to drag me to some random shop."
âGo for it, weâre finishing for today as well. By the way i wasnât supposed to make a deal, but just in case - Gojo was scattering your dorm to find his glasses, i passed by with my noodles and told him you will be pissed but he's rambling about his belongings being sacred now.â Maki groaned âBut regardless, i'm not sure what he's so happy about now as he left, giggling stupid, did you leave some sweets on display?"
Megumi frowned to himself clueless. What does that even mean.
Toggling his phone between his shoulder and ear he responded "Sweets? No. I haven't eaten anything sugary in weeks." His voice drops an octave. "Knowing Gojo, he probably found something he shouldn't have." He frowns to himself, a beat of silence passes as he grips his phone again tight. "Wait, what exactly did he say?"
âOh i didnât give him space to say anything more to me the fuck" Maki scoffed âHe's knocking on Hi-ro's door now though, poor her, no clue what he's being so mischievous about."
Megumi got a notification that same second, telling Maki he'll call her back.
gojo: is this yours?
It was followed up with a picture. OF HIS DIARY. The fat black notebook with patterns on it heâd been scribbling in since first year. Completely unprotected. Megumi's blood ran ice cold. His face went pale.
No. No no no noâ
"That bastard" he hissed under his breath, jaw clenching so hard it ached. He hit Maki's number again after barely hanging up, voice dangerously low. "Maki."
âWhat's up?" Maki audibly bit into an apple on the other side of the phone.
"Did Gojo go into Hishiro's room?" He asked sharply, cutting straight to the point. His heart pounded in his chest like a damn drum. If Gojo showed Hishiro that diary he'd literally die. Of embarrassment. Or probably get jailed for murder. Preferably murder.
âYeah, they left the door open." Maki said yet without much courage to intervene. âOh waitâ...no, it's closed now. What do you care?"
"Oh shut up." Megumi growled, already breaking into a sprint, leaving a very confused Nobara behind. "Maki. You. Owed. Me. One. Stop acting like you donât know how my fucking diary looks like after laughing at me about it.â
âWhat are you on, you bratâ..." Maki hissed, her voice turning pissed right before he hung up.
He then dialed another number - Toge's, because he desperately needed someone quick who has their dorm on the same floor and wouldnât ask many questions.
âKelp" Inumaki greeted him through the phone calmly.
"Toge. I need you to get to Hishiâs dorm now. It's an emergencyâ Megumi's voice was strained, almost desperate. "Gojo found something of mine and might have alreadyââŚ" He stopped himself, throat tightening. "A black notebook. Just get there. Stop him, please."
He wasn't breathing right for sure.
âSalmon Salmon." Inumaki shrugged affirming but didn't hung up.
Megumi could hear the air swushing through the phone and then a knock.
Gojo could be heard through the phone, but also clearly through the door. âVery busy, very important! Give us a second.â his voice amused and charming like usual.
âBonito flakes" Inumaki reported back to Megumi as mission denied.
"Goddamnit.â Megumi swore under his breath, picking up his pace. He was maybe five minutes away. Five fucking minutes. Hearing Gojo's smirk through the phone was like a death sentence.
After around that time Megumi was already at Jujutsu High. Not responding to Nobara's questions and telling her just leave him alone for a moment.
âOh you piss me off!â she stomped her foot in the hallway âI wanted that purse and iâm punching you straight in the face as soon as it sells out!â
He bursted into his room, seeing his diary neatly placed on his bed. Motherfucker. Then he moved to next door and bursted into Hishiro's room panting heavily. But...no Gojo to be found, only Hishiro peacefully reading manga on her bed.
âOh Megumi" she sat up seeing him, her face getting more serious a notch. âWe need to talk..."
He panicked. He just closed to door behind himself and started to blabbering denial to his feelings like it was CIA files she wasn't supposed to see.
"Okay, I didn't mean for those things to be written down!" he exploded, running a hand through his hair. âIt's just...sometimes I write about stupid stuff to you knowâŚdistract!" He was pacing now like a caged animal. âWhatever he showed you was probably written over to make it more dramatic by him! You know my writing!â he gestured at the door angrily knowing he was yearning in there for her like stupid. And yeah, it was most definitely all him. The comment about her knowing his writing was like shooting his own knee. âIt's not like i'mâi'm...m in l-love with you! It was just someâŚobservations because weâre friends! We hang out" he stuttered explaining himself as he sat on the edge of her bed despite himself, just utterly desperate to drag himself out of the mud. âJust forget it please."
Hishiro blinked twice slowly as he panicked. Then a slight frown showing up on her face confused. âWhat?" she just said ââIn love with me?ââ
Megumi felt like he's going crazy. What? Thatâs what he showed herâŚwasnât it? Megumi's face went pale. He was frozen. Gojo didn't show her that portion of the diary? He didn't show her the specific pages or what? The ones where he'd written things likeâŚ
'âŚi think about her excited expressions while sheâs ranting about nana sometimes when i should be sleepingâŚi wonât just ask her to talk more thoughâŚâ
'âŚshe stepped in for me again today. pathetic. i should be the one protecting her. even sometimes. more often. being useless in front of her is so embarrassing. but it also feels so good to see her careâŚâ
'âŚhishiro so infuriatingly pretty even with that stupid pout glued to her face and every other guy has a crush on her, why do i have to fall for that too...'
ââŚshe smells so good, i sometimes wish i could bury my face in her hair and i feel like a creepâŚâ
âWha-what do you mean?" his hands fidgeted rapidly on the level of his stomach.
Hishiro frowned deeper. âWait, I'm confused now. He came in here and told me he's a bit worried about you because he found your diary and i said it's not nice he took it of course, but then he explained that you write certain stuff about how you struggle mentally." Hishiro explained calmly âHe wanted me to talk to you since we're friends, so i could you know...maybe lighten your mood and give you a hug?" her shoulders went up a bit with that suggestion, small inviting smile on her face.
âWhat do you mean âin love with me', Megumi?" she asked more firmly.
Megumi's heart was pounding so hard he thought it might burst out of his chest. Gojo only showed her the cringey doom notes? The part where he wrote about his struggles with anxiety and depression? Not the parts where he poured his heart out about her? He felt sick.
And then it clicked for him. Gojo read everything. Or at least scattered through, knowing his noisy yet careless nature. About his feelings for her too. But he didn't show her. He wanted Megumi to tell her. That's why he lured him in with the diary making him think he will. So that she will seem like she wants to have a serious talk and he will pour everything out to her himself. Not knowing Gojo just told her he's worried about his mental state. He wanted Megumi to tell on himself. That asshole.
âHey?" Hishiro raised her eyebrows softly at him, hugging her knees on the bed. âI didn't...know you like me?"
"Iâ" The word caught in his throat like a fishhook. His face burned hotter than anything he'd ever felt. Gojo's little set up was genius. Evil. Absolutely diabolical. "I didn'tââŚI mean, it's notââŚâ
Hishiro was looking at him with those big, innocent eyes. Waiting.
âYou said this diary says you're in love with me?" she asked again âI didn't read it myself at all, i didn't know"
Fuck, he needed to decide now. Quickly. Should he deny it again?
"IââŚitâs justâŚâ He opened his mouth to backpedal, but then he looked at her face. Really looked at her. She seemed genuinely surprised and concerned, not amused or disgusted. And suddenlyâŚ
âŚhe was so tired of hiding it.
âYou write about me in your diary?" she asked another soft question, not minding his lack of answer.
But he can't just hide under the desk now...
"Yeah." he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He watched her reaction carefully, bracing himself for any sign of discomfort or rejection. But instead, she just looked thoughtful, her expression soft. "I write about you a lot." he added softly, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat.
Her eyes widened softly. He was sitting on the edge of her bed now, scratching his neck, still deeply uncomfortable and nervous.
âBut i thought...i thought you barely tolerate me." Hishiro said pouting softly above her folded arms âYou're always mean to me..."
He was. Well not always. He was more distant with her than to anyone, true. He was scared of telling on himself. Like now.
"I'm not...mean to you." he protested weakly, his face flushing even darker.
He was distant, yes. Cold, sometimes. Jealous, definitely. But mean? No. He couldn't bring himself to be truly cruel to her. "I just... I don't know how to talk to you normally becauseâ..." he started hesitantly, looking down at his hands.
âBecause?" she asked leaning in a little bit, but he still sat there like an idiot like he was about to fall off. A piece of her brown hair fell over her face as she tilted her head...
"Because I always end up thinking things I shouldn't when iâm with youâŚi prefer to write it down later and move on.â he muttered, his voice barely audible. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears, drowning out everything else. "Like when I get jealous if other guys talk to you. I want to be the one making you laugh." He wanted to reach out and tuck that single strand behind her ear so badly, but he didn't dare.
Hishiro chuckled very softly at his innocent confession, jumping around the real one. Warm. âYou're not particularly bringing a sense of humor to the table." she said lightheartedly.
She was so adored at school. Already had a boyfriend and stuff...he never even kissed a girl, just admiring her from afar. Only her.
"Shut up" he grumbled, but there was no heat behind it. He chuckled nervously so unlike himself. "I'm not funny on purpose.â he defended weakly, looking back up at her. His eyes lingered on her face for a moment before quickly darting away again. "And..."
âAnd?" she released her knees from her armsâ grip and crawled to him on the bed a bit, still not touching him. Just sitting with legs curled up on the side next to him. His breath hitched as he unconsciously pulled back an inch, his body reacting on it's own, hands sweating and face heating up. God he felt so pathetic. âYou're going to fall off..." she whispered slightly amused, but also caring.
Megumi swallowed harshly.
"I'm fine" he lied, but his voice cracked and he couldn't move closer to her. He glanced though. All that soft brown hair, those calm eyes, her lips parting slightly as she spoke. His hands clenched into fists on his knees.
"There's this one entryâ he started, his voice rough.
âTell me." she encouraged softly to not leave him with radio silence. Now watching his body's reaction.
He felt himself shaking, nerves taking over, leg jumping. Why was he even telling herâŚ
"It says...about how you ââŚsmell like sandalwood, citrus and fresh laundry. I caught the scent when she passed by in the hallway today. I want to bury my face in her hair but that's disgusting and pathetic. Why do I even think about things like that?'" He was reading directly from memory, his voice getting quieter with each word. He couldn't look at her anymore. âJust things like this i guessâŚâ
Hishiro's eyes changed slightly. Her soft smile remaining. Her shampoo was sandalwood and citrus. She likes it too. âThat's sweet..." she just said scooting closer. âWhat else did you write...?"
"Stopâ he whispered, but there was no strength behind it. He wanted to tell her everything and nothing at the same time. His body was screaming at him to run away, but his heart was begging him to stay. He took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I can't just..." he trailed off, panic rising as the situation he was in finally started getting to him.
Suddenly he felt her finger drawing small circles on his arm. âI like you too..." she said âI've always liked you a lot that's why i'm always sitting next to you in cafeteria..." the confession sounded half like a question. Like a suggestion, like he should already know. She wasn't telling him she's had a crush on him. Just...that she had him in mind maybe.
Megumi's head snapped toward her. "Youâwhat?" The words came out strangled. He'd heard her wrong. He had to have. Hishiro, popular, beautiful, charming Hishiro liked him? The quiet, antisocial, perpetually grumpy weirdo who death-stared everybody?
âI mean it..." she said with her voice quiet but certain. Just to match his shyness a little bit, but she really wasn't. He was so cute. âYou're very handsome..." she said with the most butter soft voice ever and a small smirk, looking at his face while he was averting his gaze âAnd i've always thought you're cool..."
"'C-cool'? That'sâthat's not..." His hands were shaking now and he could feel his ears burning. But her words, her fingers still tracing lazy circles on his arm were doing something to him. Something warm unfurling in his chest. "But youââŚyou had a boyfriend. The third year...guy.â he croaked out, finally meeting her eyes. His voice broke.
âWell, of course...i didn't have a crush on you dating him i justâ..." she cut off softly smiling at his innocence âI just like you, Megumi but i never knew you liked me..." she scooted even closer.
"I liked you since the first year.â he blurted out, immediately wanting to die. God, why was he admitting this? But her gentle smile wasn't making fun of him. If anything, it looked...happy? "I have a whole portion of my journal dedicated to stupid thoughts about youâŚwhy havenât youââŚâ
Her smile softened even more. âThen tell me more about it..." she tilted her head in front of his face to meet his eyes but he kept breathing heavily and averting her gaze mostly. Her hand fell on his knee gently.
"It'sâit's really embarrassingâ He admitted quietly, his face flushing even darker. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat. "There's this one entry where IâI..." He trailed off, swallowing hard. "God, this is stupidâ he muttered under his breath.
Suddenly she cupped his cheek with one hand gently and brought her face to his. Slow enough to give him space to pull back but fast enough to not make him spiral. She placed a short soft kiss on his lips.
"Can you tell me now...?" she asked softly taking in all of his features like she admired his flushed face.
He froze.
Completely and utterly froze.
His entire body went rigid, his mind going completely blank. All coherent thought processes evaporated from his brain the moment her lips touched his. It was soft. So soft. And brief. But it left his entire body tingling, his heart hammering against his ribs.
He quickly let his gloomy scowl falter on his face as he turned his head away blushing. âHishi..."
Hishiro chuckled at the use of her nickname and his shy retreat. âDon't be like that now..." she covered her face with her slim hand gracefully, giggling softly... âI wanted to kiss you...to make you relax a little bit?â she smiled, her pretty eyes disappearing at it.
"It...didn't help." he managed to croak out, his voice cracking embarrassingly. His hand reached up to touch his lips, which were still tingling from that brief contact. He could feel his face burning hotter than ever. "You can't just...kiss someone and expect them to relax." His words were coming out in broken pieces. "If anything, I'm moreâI'mââŚâ
âYou're so adorable..." she said still smiling wide and scooted closer again. Now her knees were partially on his lap. He will fall off that bed for the life of him. âAre you friendzoning me now?" she tilted her head amused.
"What? No! God, no!" He immediately denied, his face turning a deeper shade of red. "IâI mean, you just... kissed me out of nowhere and now you're...sitting on me."
Hishiro chuckled and looked down. âThat's not sitting on you, Megumi. Iâm barely touching you.â she said.
Suddenly she lifted herself up and slowly shifted so she could straddle him. Giving him space to back off. But he didnât. She sat on his lap. His hands flew away not knowing where to go. âThat's how i would sit on you..." she said, face closer now.
"H-Hishiro!" His hands hovered uselessly in the air. His entire body was hyperaware of the warmth seeping through his clothes where she was sitting on his thighs. It felt niceâŚ. His dark eyes were locked onto hers, terrified and desperate and so, so hopelessly in love. "I'veâI've never done anything like this before.â
âLike what?" she said, her hands now carefully travelling feather-light up his chest to the back of his neck. âI'm not trying to do anything i justâ..." she cut off again, a soft sigh leaving her nostrils, she pulled herself closer to him, it almost left like a hug. He never lets anyone touch him at all... âPlease tell me about your entries in your diary about me..." she asked sincerely but his stupid mind immediately wondered if she's making fun of him.
"Is it not...is it not embarrassing enough that you know they exist?â he whispered, his voice strained. His hands were still floating in mid-air, dying to touch her but stupidly terrified of overstepping. "Why would you want to hear the stupid things I wrote about you in private?" His mind was racing with insecurities. Was she teasing him? Did she think it was pathetic?
âBecause it makes me feel kinda special..." she admitted softly, her thumb caressing the skin on his neck. âI think it's sweet that you...took your time to write about your crush on me...you're really sweet..." she repeated not even trying to find better words for it, her face close and eyes on his. Soft and warm.
A shaky breath escaped him as he slowly lowered his hands to her waist, still hesitant. His heart was pounding so loudly in his ears that he could barely hear his own voice. "I wrote about...how I thought you were the most beautiful girl in school...andââ he swallowed harshly, eyes on her lips unintentionally to avoid the eyes. âAnd i wanted to...spend more time with you alone but...i feel like i'm too weird about it."
She listened to him intently. With no judgement behind her eyes. More like she wanted to hear everything. The fingers now gently in his hair on the back of his head. So he kept going...
"I have an entry from last month where IâI counted how many times you said my name in class. It was seven. I was happy...talking to you." he blushed âI also wrote about how you were protecting me on a mission and i really liked that because you're so skilled and soâŚgoodâ his throat went dry again, eyes squeezing shut for a moment âBut then again i worried you will think i'm weak because you're always saving me...." His face was burning, his voice a whisper. "I never thought...you'd actually want to hear any of this...or sit this close to me..."
âI never thought youâre weakâŚâ her nose nuzzled his for a brief moment âI just donât want anything to happen to youâŚever.â
His heart swelled. For some reason this sentence relaxed him. The closeness, the warmth and the feeling like sheâs opening up too, now finally getting to him.
âI just really really like you, Hishiroâ he said, finally in a more certain tone, eyes meeting hers. âAnd i really liked that you kissed me i justââŚâ
âItâs okayâ she brushed a hair strand from his face, despite it flowing almost perfectly back into place. âWas this yourâŚfirst kiss?â
âYeahâŚâ he admitted
Hishiro smirked warmly, her hand on his chin now tilting his head up to look at her. âYou donât mind that i took it?â
Megumi chuckled softly and shook his head. âNo, noâŚi donât. I always wanted it to be youâŚâ
Hishiroâs smile widened. She leaned in again, slow as well, but Megumi didnât move. He closed his eyes. She captured his lips in a soft kiss but it wasnât a peck anymore. His lips stayed relaxed, even parted slightly to let her envelop them with hers however she wants. To teach him how to kiss. It was slow and gentle. After couple seconds he felt confident enough to actually give it back.
When she pulled back he was still in it for a brief moment, eyes fluttering open slowly. Hishiro bit her lower lip with a growing smile. She caught herself blushing as well, a soft excited giggle escaping her.
âDid you write about that too?â she asked.
âNot exactlyâŚâ he replied, his hands on her waist slowly sliding to her lower back to pull her closer carefully âI just quietly wished it would happenâŚâ
âAnd did you wish to be my boyfriend too?â she asked quieter.
Megumi smiled. âYeahâŚyeah i did.â
âSo if i was your girlfriend, you surely would let me read your diary, right?â she raised her eyebrows hopefully.
He chuckled, head falling on her shoulder, pulling her into a full hug. âYeahâŚyeah i would.â
Gojo passed Hishiroâs dorm, leaning in to hear soft laughs and interest talks blooming. He smirked to himself and went about his evening.
pairing: fushiguro megumi x itadori yuuji x f!oc (/reader)
short summary: when nobara goes to sleep during their tipsy spin the bottle, yuuji and megumi stay alone with their taboo mutual crush - hishiro. gameâs still on.
tags: au, neutral oc, characters aged-up to late highschool (19), threesome, bisexual!fushiguro megumi, bisexual!itadori yuuji, resolved sexual tension, jealousy, competition, long foreplay, small alcohol usage, boys kissing, double penetration, worship, desperation, no third-wheeling, cum play?, mentions of polyamory aftermath
wc: 7.5k
notes: my own fanfiction repost, can be found on ao3 as well. let me know if you would like follow ups to the story in smutty one shots.
"I'm going to bed" Nobara stretched pushing Hishiro playfully "I'm tired of your boring 'truth' asses anyway"
Yuuji, Megumi, Nobara and Hishiro are now forth-years at Jujutsu High.
Both Yuuji and Megumi hide a pretty consistent crush on Hishiro although Yuuji has always been more vocal and jokey about it...even as he totally means it. While Megumi was extremely defensive whenever the topic was being brought up. He's more possessive and secretive of it. That tension was building between them for quite some time now. Especially since Itadori was sure his friend shares the feeling. They never directly got into a fight or an argument about it. They both want her though and that's enough to get them ticked off. But neither of them bold enough to tell and let her choose.
Now they're all drunk on beer and spinning the bottle. Them being left to sit in three wasn't a problem at all.
"So um...who was next?" Hishiro asks frowning softly, considering going to bed shortly herself
The three of them are sitting on the floor in her dorm. All in their PJs already. Itâs still summer, their last year just started.
The bottle spins lazily at Yuuji's touch, gradually slowing and eventually pointing directly at Hishiro.
"Well, now it's you Hishi" Yuuji grins, leaning forward with never disappearing drawn glint in his eyes as he looks at her "Truth or dare?"
Megumi tenses beside her, his jaw tightening with his tongue to bite in between his teeth. He hates when Yuuji uses that nickname for her. Megumi came up with it first and it costed him a lot of laughs.
"I don't think i can take any more truths this round anyway...i used two" she rubs her forehead "What's my dare?" she shruggs looking at the boys.
Yuuji's grin widens while Megumi swallows hard. Their expressions dangerously close to some sort of anticipation and hope. "Alright, dare it is" Yuuji points at her "Ha, get it? Never mind, I have one." His voice comes out deeper than usual due to the alcohol and forced stressful joke.
"No you don't, you've already made us beat world record in overlapping socks today" Megumi grunted "I think that's enough from you"
Hishiro gives Megumi a soft look with the surprise just reaching the eyes. "Alright, you go ahead"
She was a bit confused about them cutting each other off. Normally it's more difficult to come up with a good dare as they play anyway. She was lucky enough to only take truths today thus far. She has nothing to hide and always too lazy to do those weird things they come up with.
Megumi instantly regretted speaking. He takes a deep breath suddenly reconsidering speaking up at all as she addresses him. He hesitates for a moment, his voice low and sprinkled with alcohol. "I dare you to...just kiss the person the bottle lands on next." He glances at Yuuji briefly, noticing a hint of challenge already in his gaze. A smug smirk too. He was intrigued by Megumi proposing that. Even felt a pang of pride.
Hishiro blinked twice taking a moment and then laughed. Covering her face with one hand she asks "You guys, want me to kiss you?" it surprisingly didn't seem mocking, more like...intrigued and open "There's only three of us here and you want to spin a bottle between each other?"
Yuuji laughs with her unnaturally, slapping his knee awkward. "Well, when you put it that way...we do seem lame" he nods along "I mean he does."
Megumi rolls his eyes but there's faint blush creeping up his neck. Right, if this goes wrong he will never live another day. "Just spin the damn bottle already" he mutters.
Hishiro observed the situation with amusement. It wasn't the first time they got a bit tipsy together but she's never seen Megumi so...bold? Well for him it was at least. But it wasnât a weird question given their group dynamic, theyâre close and trust each other. Never been a puritan type too.
She observes the bottle spin after Yuuji did it pretty hard this time. Probably on purpose as his gaze snaps back to Megumi quickly. His fingers lightly drumming against his knee.
It finally slows.
And stops...pointing directly at Yuuji.
Yuuji's breath catches, his grin fading into something softer, more vulnerable. But quickly turns into victory and excitement. "Well well..."
Hishiro looked at both of them with a soft smile she always has on her face. Fingers twirling her hime cut. Why did they genuinely look like they were sitting on pins and needles doing it? Also, Yuuji has the bottle pointing at him, but Megumi gave her the dare...she shifted her gaze discreetly at him for a moment.
Megumi's expression flickers with disappointment, regret...longing? Also hidden embarrassment. A lot of it. All passing across his face before he masks it with a slow frown. Not too deep. He takes a long sip of his beer.
Meanwhile Yuuji, is sitting there practically vibrating with anticipation, his hand already reaching towards her unconsciously. âSoâŚâ
Hishiro's eyes meet Megumi's briefly. She smirks.
"Fine" she puts her beer by her side "Dare's a dare"
She then crawls on the floor towards Yuuji and sits on his lap. Straddling him. He smiles wider and wider like an idiot not expecting it at all, leaning back, not knowing what to do with his hands quite frankly but it didn't matter because he was in shameless awe. Then she flipped her hair, leaned in and started making out with him. Deep. Yuuji raises his eyebrows and melts into the pleasure as Hishiro straddles him, his hands finally finding her waist instinctively. He kisses her back eagerly, his arms wrapping around her tightly. Megumi watches with a mix of jealousy and arousal, his grip on his beer bottle tightening almost painfully, burning with his unfulfilled desires.
When Hishiro finally leans back she wipes her mouth still not breaking eye contact with Yuuji and then slides off of him, sitting back down in her place. She grabs a beer and swings it smoothly.
"So? Do I get some applause, a rating or do we spin again, boys?" she asks holding back a smirk.
Yuuji is left breathless, his lips still tingling from the kiss. He watches her intently, a grin on his face. "Hell yeahâ he manages to say. "That was... wow, ten out of ten yeah..."
Megumi's knuckles are white around his bottle. The casual way she bounced back like it meant nothing, but alsoâŚlike she enjoyed herself a lot. It's infuriating. He wanted it to be him so bad.
Hishiro then spun the bottle and it landed on Megumi.
"Truth or dare?" Yuuji asked with a sour winner petty voice as he wiped his mouth catching eye contact with Megumi.
Megumi's dark eyes flicker between Yuuji and Hishiro, his expression unreadable. He takes another long drag of his beer before setting it down.
"Dare." He says it flatly, but there's something desperate building underneath. The same something that made him give Hishiro that specific dare.
Yuuji's grin at him gets even more intense.
"Stand up" Yuji said before his lips enveloped the beer bottle. The eye contact between them electrifying.
Megumi turned slightly pale. "What?" he played it off dumb as quick as he could
"I just dared you to stand up dummy, no hands in your pockets" Yuuji shrugged leaning back âThatâs all.â
Megumi took a deep breath. Not...just yet. Fuck. He slowly rises to his feet, visibly struggling to keep his hands out of his pockets where he could hide hisâŚslight problem. The bulge in his pants wasn't evident, he got just a bit hard...watching them kiss. Hishiro watches quietly, her smirk widening as she notes his discomfort. But she stays quiet. A little boner neither bothered her nor impressed her. But the boys seemed to have funâŚInteresting.
Yuuji snickers. "Good boy" he then pretends that he needs to look closer. "I mean..."
"Okay that's enough" Megumi blushed a bit more and sat down "You just suck at giving dares"
"Yeah...i suck" Yuuji grinned
They caught intense eye contact. After all Yuuji was the one to benefit from Megumi's dare. It was beyond frustrating. But Yuuji didnât push him right now. Because thatâs exactly what he wanted. Control over the situation when she was in the room. And as long as Megumi is aware of it? Heâs more than satisfied.
Hishiro's eyes kept flicking between them as she stayed silent sipping her beer with a smirk. The tension in the room thickens. It's like they've both forgotten Hishiro is sitting right there, caught in a that silent battle of wills.
"I'm spinning nextâ Megumi says abruptly, grabbing the bottle before Yuuji can reach it. He spins it hard with purpose.
It slows.
And stops.
Hishiro again.
Both boys immediately looked at her with wider eyes, sliver of hope hiding in both even though they tried to play it off cool. She looked at them both frowning softly and chuckled.
"I'm choosing truth" she said like it was obvious because she had her two truths back...and she always used her truths.
Megumi's face falls for a split second before he schools his features, but Yuuji leans forward with genuine curiosity. Both realize they've backed themselves into a corner. Now they're stuck asking a question they both desperately want the answer to but are too scared to hear. But it isâŚkind of the perfect moment.
"Alright, ummâ Yuuji frowns scratching the back of his head
"Ask me something fun, i don't know" she shrugs like the open book she is, not sensing their stress skyrocketing. Or maybe just pretending to. "Make up a scenario, some 'would you rather' or something difficult, keep it moving come on" she swirls her bottle in hand.
Megumi and Yuuji exchange a glance both thinking the same thing. This is their chance. No more dancing around it. But Megumiâs throat tightened.
"Alrightâ Yuuji starts, leaning forward with a grin that's equal parts acted out confidence and nervousness. âIf you had to marry one of us and constantly cheat on him with the other, who would be who?"
Megumi's breath catches. Okay that's not what he wanted Yuuji to ask. He groaned under his breath almost rolling his eyes.
Hishiro chuckled. "Oh come on, i'm not a cheater" she said with her lips on the bottle rim "Is that really your question?"
Yuuji's grin falters for a moment before he recovers, his eyes never leaving Hishiro's. âYeah, it is. Humor us." he says, his voice low and challenging. Megumi shifts uncomfortably in his seat, not expecting Yuuji to go there at all. It was the exact opposite of helping their case. Doesnât mean he didnât want to know the answerâŚ
Hishiro scoffed another laugh. Okay let's give them fun since they make a perfect playground for her.
"Okay so i think...hmm" she squinted glancing at both of them "My first thought would be that you're more likely to be a side piece, Yuuji" she pointed at him "But on the other hand..." she slowly turned to Megumi, her eyes piercing him for long enough to make him look away "I think i wouldn't cheat if i was with Megumi, i donât think he would make meâŚwander exactlyâ she smirked very softly placing that answer. Watching the pot stir.
Yuuji laughs, trying to brush off the implication, but Megumi's face turns bright red. He swallows hard, his hands gripping the bottle tightly. Yuuji notices Megumi's reaction and shoots him a glance, suddenly furious as now Yuuji's kind of loosing? "So, you're saying Megumi would be...more satisfying?"
"Well, he's my husband in that scenario, right? So that's what i'm considering" she points âThatâs why people cheat i suppose. But i didnât say you wouldnât beâ she smirks at him.
"ButââŚso he would be the husband in this would you rather situation and at that your answer is incomplete because you wouldn't even cheat on him with me?!" Yuuji grabs his chest offended.
Hishiro observes with amusement but pretends she cares deeply about the question instead of suggesting one very easy third solution. Not just yet. "So what you're saying is you would rather be my husband while i cheat on you with Megumi?" she asks Yuuji.
He sputters, realising he's been cornered by his own question. âNo! That's notâ I mean, I'd rather be the one you're cheating with! Obviously! To satisfy you or whateverâŚitâs hot" He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. "I'm just saying, Megumi would be the safe choice. Boring. Predictable.â
Megumiâs gaze flicks to Yuuji for a moment with unreadable expression.
"Okay if so then i'm marrying Megumi and cheating with you" she shrugs "Are we happy with that answer?"
Her eyes briefly flash to Megumi, suppressing another smirk. His face flushes an even deeper red at her words. He's torn between being furious at Yuuji for putting him in this situation and being strangely...pleased with her answer. Picturing the scenario a bit too vividly.
Yuuji, on the other hand, looks like he's about to explode. They were supposed to find out Hishiro's preference, not end up in a hypothetical marriage and affair situation that solves nothing. "Fine, just spin again"
The bottle landed at Yuji. He chose truth still disappointed with the previous round even though he asked the question.
"Amazing" Hishiro says immediately shifting her sitting position slightly, leaning into Yuuji "Since you guys are feeling like sexual deviants today, i'll happily play along" she says smiling "Yuuji, would you rather watch me and Megumi have sex for whole three months straight or swap places with me for just one time so you don't have to do that anymore?" she smirks swinging her beer.
Yuuji nearly chokes on his. Megumi's eyes widen. That question is so specific and graphic and...actually really hot? But they wouldnât admit it. Wouldnât even look at each other right now. Both boys shift in their seats, suddenly very aware of their growing erections. "Jesus Christ, Hishiro!"
"What? You started those" she shrugs smoothly "Now answer, but just for the record-" her voice dropped to a cruel whisper "I'm a girl who likes a rideâŚand you would just do exactly what i would"
Yuuji's face turns bright red, his mind short-circuiting with the image of Hishiro riding Megumi while he's forced to watch for three months straight. Then the alternative, being in her place for just one time, experiencing what she does. But taking dick on top? He shakes off the thought like bargaining with positions is ridiculous right now but he forgot himself. "I'd just watch" he answers finally but in reality...he'd be fine with both.
Hishiro widens her eyes dramatically just to drag it. "You wouldn't take it from Megumi, really?" she says "Not once? Look at this handsome face" her finger grazes Fushiguro's cheek for a split second
Megumi swallows hard, his heart pounding at the contact. Yuuji's jealousy spikes, but he's also incredibly turned on by the dynamic. "You know, I would enjoy myself..." Megumi says quietly trying to pull the same thing Yuuji does when she gives him attention.
"I said i'd watch okay?" Yuuji repeats himself, cutting him off before Megumi could brag about the scenario. "There, answered. Spin."
"Fine" Hishiro smiles and spins the bottle.
This was interesting. She never knew they had such boy struggles about her...but she was definitely enjoying herself in the midst of all this heat.
The bottle spins and stops, pointing at Megumi.
Truth is too risky. His mind racing with possibilities of what they might ask next. Way too many uncomfortable outcomes. Yuuji watches him with a mix of jealousy and anticipation. "Megumi, truth or dare?" his voice comes out hoarse.
"Dare" Megumi answers flat, too lost in thoughts about Hishiro's question to be snarky at him...her riding him.
Silence falls for a moment. Yuuji looks at both of them, wiping his sweaty hands on his loose pyjama pants.
"Make out then" Yuuji just said a bit too fast like he's tired and impatient about it.
He blinks, caught off guard. Megumi thought he felt too much pride from victory but apparently...that wasnât the case. He fully expected something designed to humiliate or force a reaction. But "make out"? His eyes flicker to Hishiro, who watches with ease, no objections. Her beer bottle still perched on her lips as she smiles. âReally? Thatâs the dare you're giving me?"
He fully thought Itadori wanted her to himself.
"Does it matter?" Yuuji hisses growing impatient "Hishiro does it matter?"
Hishiro smirks putting her beer aside. "No, not at all..." she shifts her sitting position on the once again.
Megumi slowly lifts himself up and leans in to kiss her. Before he did, the images of her straddling Yuuji while making out with him flashed his mind. Now it was Megumiâs dare. He was supposed to kiss her. And he wanted to kiss her better. And as their lips finally connect, more careful and gentle...he feels her leaning back. Very slowly and gradually towards the floor...or maybe it was him pushing her on it? It was supposed to be quick butâŚitâs looking like anything but. His hand slides to the back of her neck, tilting her head just slightly before he gets on top of her. She tastes like beer and chocolate they snacked on before. Her lips parting without resistance. Yuuji watches, frozen in place, his jaw tightening as Megumi slowly pushes her back against the floor, caging her there. He feels like it's appropriate to say something right now and act like he doesn't like it. Because what if they stop and it'll be awkward? But instead he just watches intently and carefully from a small distance as they make out on the floor he was also siting on cross-legged. He suddenly hears a soft moan leaving Hishiro's lips straight into Megumi's. Yuuji discreetly grips his crotch.
Megumi swallows Hishiro's soft moan, his hips pressing down instinctively. He knows they're being watched by Yuuji right now. But fuck, she tastes good and sounds even better. He wonât act like it doesnât turn him on to win this time. His cock hardening now, making his movements less gentle and more desperate. He grunts into her mouth kissing her deeper, hands roaming on her body. Next to them Yuuji's hand tightens around his growing erection, his breath hitching as he watches the two of them. Fuck it felt good, but it would feel even better to get included somehow. But just as he thought that Hishiro slides her arms above her head on the floor, all the way so they touch Yuuji's lap. Just her blind hands resting on him and sliding on his thighs. Another gasp escapes her mouth and Yuuji could swear she lifted her hips seeking friction from Fushiguro. His eyes darken as he feels Hishiro's hands innocently reach his lap. He can't help but imagine those same hands wrapping around his length later. Megumi notices the subtle shift in Hishiro's body. He can feel her heat, her desire forâŚhim? His own dick throbs painfully anyways, jealous and aroused all at once.
Yuuji scoots a bit closer towards them. But they don't react. They keep kissing. That's perfect.
"Yuuji~..." Hishiro gasps into Megumi's mouth suddenly.
But instead of getting weirded out Megumi keeps kissing her deeper...even starts to make sounds himself. Yuuji grabs Hishiro's hand that was on his thigh and brings it to his mouth...he always had a thing for her hands. All Yuuji could think about right now was how stunning she looks under Megumi. Heâs sucking two of her fingers inside. The sight of her lying there, kissing Megumi passionately, is incredibly erotic to him for some reason. Megumi's hand roams her body possessively, his touch firm yet gentle.
Hishiro slowly moves her head further back on the floor. Megumi so invested in kissing her that he just crawls after her wherever sheâs going. Eventually her head rests on Yuuji's cross-legged lap as Megumi keeps kissing her, releasing more bold, needy whimpers as he grips her all over her body. Hishiro's hands now driving up to the back of Yuuji's neck. He took a deep breath...God. That wasnât supposed to escalate so wellâŚ
Yuuji watches Megumi's hands roam over Hishiro's body. He can see the outline of her breasts, her nipples hard through her thin shirt. He reaches out carefully to grip one of them in his big hand. His own dick is rock hard now, pressing painfully against his zipper.
Hishiro's hands wander on the back of his neck, pulling him down slightly. He can smell her hair, her perfume. She smells so fucking good. So arousing and freshâŚno waitâ...that's Megumi's hair. Or maybe their scents combined. He watches him practically dry hump Hishi now, his hips moving against hers.
"Mmm~..." she moans into Megumi's mouth as he touches her, but her hands keep touching Yuuji. Now everywhere. Shoulders, arms, abs...
Who is she moaning for? And does matter? No...
Yuuji groans softly as her fingers trace down his body, feeling every muscle twitch under her touch. He slowly took his shirt off. Megumi pauses his kissing for a second, watching Hishiro's hands explore Yuuji while his own are still gripping her hips. Something primal stirs in himâŚthis shouldn't be turning him on this much. Watching his best friend have his hands all over her. And having her hands on himselfâŚ
"Kiss..." Hishiro commands hoarsely to Megumi.
He leans back in like on command.
"Not me..." she stops him, still softly gasping for air, looking up at Yuji eagerly as her head lays on his lap "Him."
Yuuji's heart stops. Megumi pauses, looking down at her flushed face. Her lips are swollen from kissing, her hair messy. She looks fucked out and they've only been making out. She's...into it. Two guys that want her. Telling them to kiss each other right above her? Damn. Yuuji's eyes snap at Megumi, then back at Hishiro, who's still touching him possessively. Megumi hesitates, his face flushing. He looks at Yuuji, searching for any sign of protest. But Yuuji just looks... excited. She waits with her mouth parted. Her head resting right on Yuuji's hard cock in his jeans. Megumi that was making out with her possessively and humping her with the thrill that he won. That he gets more of her...but now? It wouldn't hurt to kiss him. It even felt like the petty thing to do...or was it really petty?
Megumi's face twists in a scowl, but it's clear he's more turned on than annoyed. He leans up, pressing his lips against Yuuji's in a harsh, competitive kiss. Like he's trying to prove himself once again. Yuuji kisses back just as fiercely, after a hesitant moment his hand goes to Megumi's hair, gripping it and pulling on it slightly. Hishiro smiles watching their mouth work from her perspective. Her hand riding up Yuujiâs abs again, while the other one eventually reaches Megumi whose body is still hanging right above her. She started touching his hard cock through his pyjama pants.
Megumi groans into Yuuji's mouth, his hips bucking slightly against Hishiro's touch. Yuuji's own hips twitch under Hishiro's head, which is still resting on his lap, but right now Megumiâs lips were making him seek friction. The kiss turns less competitive and more desperate, both boys now just chasing the thrill of being touched by her while touching each other. Like she owns them.
"Yes..." she moans softly "Just like that"
Her hand goes from Yuuji's chest to both their faces. Caressing them as they kissed each other. Nails scratching softly. Her other hand gripping Megumi's cock and tugging on the waistband of his pants. They all wanted to fuck so bad...but the teasing felt so good. Everything felt so good.
Both boys groan at her touch, their kiss becoming more passionate. Yuuji's hand moves from Megumi's hair to Hishiro's wrist, wrapping around it possessively, making her touch him more than Fushiguro. Megumi's hips move against her hand on his cock, his pants becoming tighter and more uncomfortable with his growing erection.
Then Hishiro lifts herself up on her elbows, resting on Yujiâs thighs...Feeling the lack of her head's weight on his crotch makes him break off the kiss slowly.
"Yuuji~..." she bites her lower lip welcoming and horny.
Without saying he just leans down into her mouth like hypnotised. Grabbing her throat gently with on hand, he starts devouring her mouth upside down. Megumi's saliva still on his lips. But Megumi doesn't feel abandoned. Now he watches...and he doesn't mind it. But her neck and collarbones look so appealing to suck on as Yuuji kisses her way more aggressively than how Megumi did it. Yuji's dominant hand on her throat makes Megumi's dick throb harder. He remembers how gentle he was being, how he was trying to be careful and romantic with her. But Yuji just took what he wanted. He felt jealous of both of them even though Yuuji was just kissing him seconds ago.
But Megumi wants to mark her too. He wants to leave gentle hickeys all over her neck and collarbones. Yuuji's kiss seems hungrier, more desperate, like he's making up for lost time. Hishiro starts moaning into Yuuji's mouth. He growls softly as well. With need and desperation. Megumi's eyes turn dark and hungry at the sight. He leans into the exposed part of her neck...right below Yuji's grip on it. Megumiâs warm breath now hovering over his hand and nudging it with his nose. He starts kissing her skin gently in contrast. Nibbling on it, sucking too. His hands start to roam her body again. One hand going in between her thighs like it has mind of its own right now.
Yuji's grip on her throat tightens slightly as he feels Megumi's mouth on her neck. He breaks the kiss to growl possessively, his eyes flashing with jealousy and lust. But instead of pulling away, he leans down further to claim her lips again, his tongue invading her mouth aggressively.
Megumi moves Hishiro's purple pyjama shorts aside and feels her wet folds. He whimpers with need against her skin. Her hands going up to the back of Yuuji's neck to make him kiss her even harder as Megumi starts touching her.
She had them both in a grasp...but they loved every second.
Both boys are completely lost in their own desires, driven mad by Hishiro's touch and effortless control. Megumi's fingers part her folds gently, exploring her wetness while sucking on her neck. Yuji kisses her deeply, his other hand moving to squeeze her breast through her top once again but harder. Her nipples are stiff as Yuuji's thumb circles it through the shirt. She moans into his mouth louder as Megumi pushes two of his fingers inside her at the same time...gasping around her neck. Yuuji swallows her sounds, fucking his tongue against hers while Megumi curls his fingers inside her, watching her face contort with pleasure. They share a glance over her writhing body.
No rivalry left now, just pure worship and lust.
Yuuji stops the kiss, feeling drawn to watching her face as Megumi starts fingering her faster. Her face converts in pleasure never breaking the eye contact with Yuuji. "God, Megumi...ahhh..." she moans as Megumi works his fingers inside her. Wishing he could taste it.
Yuuji groans, his hand still gripping her throat possessively. The sight of her moaning Megumi's name while staring directly at him is unbelievably erotic. Now he gets why Fushiguro didnât stop. Megumi's fingers move faster, his thumb finding her clit. He wants to make her cum while Yuji watches. "Say my name again" Megumi whispers against her neck, his voice rough with lust. "Please..." he added desperately.
"Megumi~..." she moaned again, her eyes half-lidded on Yuuji that still held her throat in place now squeezing it gently.
Her back arch slightly as his fingers hit the spot. God they're both painfully hard. If they went on like that they would probably both cum in their pants. She was so gorgeous and sexy. All instructed to her wants. No matter which one of them was more dominant and which was more eager to please...it was all a show for her. And a steam escape for them.
"Fuck..." Yuji whispers, watching her throat work as she moans Megumi's name. His grip tightens slightly, imagining his hand around her throat while he fucks her. Megumi's fingers spread inside her, curling to hit that spot she trembled for repeatedly.
Yuuji's thumb presses harder on her throat, his other hand moving to adjust himself through his pants. Megumi watches him do it, loving how turned on he is by this.
"Oh yes...keep going..." she moans at Megumi, her eyes on Yuuji.
Her head falls back down onto Yuuji's lap. His grip loosening significantly. She reaches for the waistband of his pyjama pants and frees his cock from them. No boxers underneath. Just how she likes it. It sprung free and landed on her cheek. Her eyes never leaving Yuuji's as it stayed there, her fingers teasing it slightly and pressing it against her face. Megumi watches it all jealous but also incredibly turned on.
Yuuji's breath hitches when his dick lands on her cheek. He looks down, his pupils dilated with lust. Megumi watches jealously as she touches Yuuji's dick so casually. His fingers move faster inside her, trying to get her attention back. "Hishiro..."
She smirks at him, grabbing his chin with her other hand to get him closer to her. "Do you want to kiss me now?" she said with a sexy broken moan mid way.
She was hugging Yuuji's cock against her face. It was bigger than Megumi's...just a little bit. The sight aroused him though. The scent too. He wanted to kiss her. And he wanted her to cum.
Megumi groans, pressing his fingers deeper. He captures her lips desperately, kissing her like he's starving for her taste. While their tongues tangle, Yuuji wraps his hand around his cock and strokes it against her cheek slowlyâŚactually both their cheeks as they kiss, hers and Megumi's. Somehow felt even better. She moans around Megumi's mouth, her walls tightening around his fingers.
Shortly after moans louder breaking off the kiss with Megumi as she cums around his fingers. Both boys hitch their breaths like further orders were needed. Megumi was panting in her mouth softly. Without a word she grabs Megumi's hand thatâs soaked in her juices and brings it to Yuuji's mouth. Guiding it just slightly. But they were heavily into it...both of them. So Yuuji opens his mouth without hesitation, sucking Megumi's fingers clean of her juices. The taste makes him groan deeply. Megumi watches with heavy-lidded eyes as Yuuji licks and sucks his fingers like they're a cock. "Fuck..." he whispers quietly with his voice strained.
As their eyes meet again in that moment they had no other thought in their brain than to kiss each other again. For various reasons.
"I wanted to taste her too" Megumi whispered jealous before leaning in like it's a competition.
Yuuji was more than willing to share...like that especially. They kiss messily, tongues tangling aggressively as they taste Hishiro's juices on each other's mouth. Yuuji's hand moves from his dick to grip the back of Megumi's neck, pulling him closer. Megumi's hands stay on the ground at Yuuji's sides, only one of them lifting to tug on the waistband of his pants...their lips and teeth clashing.
Hishiro watches them in a trance of lust again despite just cumming. Breathing heavy as they fight for her taste with their own tongues intertwining. Something about it was equally erotic on many levels. She loved how they behaved right above her. She then flipped herself slowly. Her tummy on the ground, laying under Megumi. Facing Yuuji's cock directly. She put it in her warm mouth with a needy sound as the boys still kiss, like she couldnât wait to get to it.
The sudden warmth of her mouth makes Yuuji break the kiss with a loud groan. He throws his head back, gripping Megumi's hair instead of hers. Megumi whimpers at the loss of his mouth, but then he feels Hishiro's small hands messily trying to slide down his pants. He kicks them off as quickly as he can, spreading his legs instinctively. As Megumi leans back away from Yuuji he finally realises the position they got in now. She was sucking Yuuji's cock and arching her back to Megumi. Her body was truly unreal. And Yuuji's abs on display...as she sucked him off moaning. So hot. Megumi's cock twitches painfully hard. He takes his shirt off too. He looks between the two of them, Yuuji's head thrown back, jaw clenched. She keeps moaning around his cock, the vibrations making him hiss so attractively. Megumi positions himself behind her.
"Fuck...you do it so good" Yuuji groans looking down at her with satisfaction and awe.
Megumi can't take it anymore. He just pushes himself inside her slowly. Yuuji watches his mouth part with half-lidded eyes. Hishiro pulls back from Yuuji's cock for a moment and moans softly feeling Megumiâs length inside of her. Yuuji guides her back on needy. Her forehead pressing against his lower stomach as Megumi sinks into her completely, groaning at the tightness. He keeps still for a moment, letting her adjust. Yuuji's hand is in her hair, gently guiding her mouth on his cock. She takes him deep again, her moans and a small gag vibrating against his shaft as Megumi starts moving inside her. Yuuji is livid to fuck her mouth rough but he does it gently instead, letting her breathe and not pushing her limits. Especially since thereâs two dicks inside her.
The sight of her taking them both is overwhelming.
Megumi grips her hip with one hand while the other reaches to push her hair aside so he can watch her lips close around Yuuji again. "Fuck..."
Fucking her was amazing. Both of them never felt so damn good. But for some reason, with all they've experienced today...they felt like they're lacking contact with each other. Such strange, foreign sensation.
Megumi's movements become deeper and just a notch faster, his hips snapping against her ass. He watches her lips stretch around Yuuji's cock, her eyes fluttering closed. He reaches out, grabbing Yuuji's wrist and pulling his hand away from her hair. Seeking attention in any way shape or form.
"Back off from what's mine, Fushiguro..." Yuuji groaned in pleasure with no real threat behind his words. They stared into each other's dizzy eyes intensely.
Hishiro was making sounds around Yuuji as Megumi fucked her a bit harder. Not his usual way. Desperation to please speaking.
"Youâre not sharing herâ Megumi whispers, but his voice cracks with pleasure as well. He leans over her back, his hands pressing against her spine with care as he continues thrusting. "Not when I'm the one inside her."
Yuuji scoffs but his mouth then hang open in a gasp as her tongue swirls around him, his hand returning to her hair possessively. "Then stop talking and fuck her like you mean it."
Hishiro chuckles around Yuuji's cock now. She couldn't enjoy this more. Them wanting her so bad that they start wanting each other as well...Oh she will use every bit of it. She can feel how they lean towards each other as they continue their banter. Squeezing her slightly more in between them, but not forgetting, still doing everything they can to pleasure her. Touching her with care. Thinking one does better than the other...Which was wrong.
Megumi leans forward, his hands pressing against her back as he fucks her harder, making her arch. She was flexible alright. His lips are couple inches from Yuuji's now, their faces close as they glare at each other over her body. Yuuji's hand grips her hair tighter, pushing her mouth down further on his cock, still carefully controlling if she's comfortable with it, but so desperate to prove a point.
"Oh does she?" Megumi asks, his lips parted from gasps. He slows down his movements significantly. At that Hishiro starts moaning significantly less. Catching her breath instead. Her movements also less in Megumi's back and forth rythm and solely up and down. It's still heavenly but point taken.
Yuuji's eyes narrow, noticing the change immediately. Megumi smirks slightly, leaning back and gripping her hips again. He starts moving slowly, deliberately, focusing on every inch of her. He pulls out almost completely before sliding back in, his hips pressing against her ass gently. Yuuji watches Megumi pick up the pace and Hishiro getting louder around his cock.
"I want to watch it" Megumi says panting again as he fucked her.
Yuuji looks Megumi in the eyes, arousal surpassing competition. He moves Hishiro's hair aside, tilting her head slightly too so Megumi can watch her mouth wrap around his cock...
The sight of her lips stretched around his best friendâs cock, tongue working passionately, saliva dripping down her chin...it makes Megumi groan loudly. "Fuck, that's hot..." Megumi's eyes darken as he watches her take Yuuji deep. Surprising himself that he said that out loud. He swallows hard, his movements becoming faster again, mirroring the rhythm of her mouth on Yuuji's cock. The scene is so erotic that Megumi feels his control slipping. He speeds up, his thrusts becoming more desperate as he watches. Yuuji's hand is gentle in her hair now, guiding her movements to give Megumi the best view possible as his eyes flick between them.
"Mmmphm~..." Hishiro moans sweetly feeling Megumi fuck her harder, her tongue loving Yuuji's cock, now stroking it at the base as well.
The whole act felt just so perfect...even though it should feel at least a bit uncomfortable. It didn't. Both boys so painfully desperate. For her and for each other. Megumi's eyes lock with Yuuji's, seeing his pupils dilate with lust. He knows Yuuji is close, feeling that perfect mouth and watching his sensitive tip disappear between those pink lips. Megumi spreads her cheeks wider, watching his length disappear inside her tight pussy.
Suddenly Hishiro pulls back from Yuuji's cock. âI'm gonna cum..." she moans flipping herself on her back. "Make me cum, Megumiâ she demands under him with a moan in it.
She presses Yuuji's cock against her face once again, now very inconveniently laying next to it instead of facing it but for some reason it looked even hotter as she smears it on her face and strokes it weakly, like she still desperately wants it. Megumi's hips snap forward at her demand, entering her again. His hands gripping her legs and pulling them wide. Yuuji groans at the sight of his wet length being smeared across her face. Megumi's thrusts become intense, his balls slapping against her wet pussy with every thrust. Hishiro desperately tried to reach Yuuji's cock with her tongue, moaning from Megumi fucking her deeper but her contact with it didn't matter anymore. Yuuji was so fucking close. Now grunting whenever she pressed that rock hard cock against her cheek. Megumi watched mesmerised.
"You want him to cum all over my pretty face, don't you?" she gasps out into Megumi's mouth
Megumi kisses her forcefully, his tongue swallowing her words with need. His thrusts stutter as he feels his own release building. He feels Yuuji's hand grip his hair tightly, forcefully pulling him closer to Hishiro's face as he jerks himself rapidly against her cheek.... "Fuck yesâ Megumi grunted breathless.
"GodâMegumii..." she cries out, her eyes roll back as she cums on Megumi's cock...with Yuujiâs pressed against her face beautifully.
Yuujiâs loud groan and desperately sped up breath follows as he paints her face with thick ropes of cum. All over. Some getting into her mouth as she licks her lips eagerly like thatâs all she wants despite her legs already trembling from her orgasm. Some droplets getting on Megumi's eyebrow and forehead in the process.
"Oh my fucking god..." Yuuji growls above them
Megumi's so gone, so many urges rushing through him. His hand grips her neck possessively, his movements slowing down fucking her through her orgasm, chasing his own release. He watches the thick, white liquid splatter across her face. Without thinking he leans down, licking a strand off her cheek, his tongue briefly brushing against Yuuji's still throbbing length. "Goddamn..." Megumi gasps with dry throat.
He leans down again, surprising himself. Kissing Hishiro's lips so aggressively, tasting Yuuji's cum mixed with her moans and not getting enough. It was so fucking intoxicating. Tasted so good. Especially with Yuujiâs tight grip still on his hair. Like he was in control. Like he wanted him to. Megumi pounded her harder again feeling his own release approaching.
Megumi's kiss gets beyond needy, his tongue pushing past her lips to taste every drop of Yuuji's cum in her mouth. He fucks her with wild abandon now, her back rubbing against the hard floor. Yuuji watches in awe as Megumi loses himself completely. âFuck..." He moaned as he came deep inside her. It was the best orgasm he ever had. Filling her with so much cum he didnât know he could produce it in one go.
His forehead fell on Hishiroâs collarbone. Her hands going up to the back of his neck caressing it softly. All three of them panting. Yuuji leans back, his arms supporting him as his chest was raising up and down.
Megumi leans away seeing Hishiroâs coated face. âIâll get you some tissuesâ he whispers hoarse and tired as he slowly lifts himself up.
As Megumi stands up Hishiro glances up at Yuuji and smirks at him. He gives it back pushing his cheek out with his tongue, still savouring the view. His thumb reaching to caress his face.
Megumi gives Hishiro the tissues, but before she can sit up he sees her covering her pussy with her panties precisely so nothing will drip out of her. It was so hot. They fucked in clothes aside from boyâs shirts so they just sat there after she put herself together as much as she could. They curled up in their previous places. Around the bottle. Arms intertwined around their spread legs. Avoiding each otherâs eye contact for now but didnât seem uncomfortable with what just happened pretty much at all.
Hishiroâs smile grows looking at them. âI think iâm going to bed nowâ she yawns standing up âDid you guys have fun?â
Yuuji stutters not sure what to say. âWellâŚâ he glances at Megumi and they both nod vigorously âYes, yesâŚwe did obviously butââŚâ he scratches the back of his head âCould you maybeâŚ?â
Hishiro raises her eyebrows looking down at them.
âMaybeâŚâ Yuuji blinks frowning to collect his thoughts
âWe both have a crush on youâ Megumi blurts out âWe both like you, soâŚâ
His fingers fidgeting and leg jumping like he expects her to say something mind blowing right now.
âOh really?â Hishiro grins with a sprinkle of irony in her tone as she crosses her arms âDidnât noticeâŚâ
âWell, yeah yeah we justâŚâ Yuuji chuckles nervously feeling dumb for both of them âWe just wondered if you liked one of usâŚmore? We wanted to tell you for a while andââŚâ
Hishiro laughs softly looking away amused before glancing back at them. âOh i can keep you bothâ she says pointing at them âI donât want to choose.â
She snatches her nearly empty beer bottle from the ground. The boys look stunned. But reallyâŚthey were neither shocked or mad. They were equally excited. But the act felt reasonableâŚ
âReally? LikeââŚâ Yuuji flipps his finger between both of them with glowing eyes âYou donât want one of us to be your boyfriend? Nothing like thatâŚ?â
âI can have two boyfriendsâ she says walking towards the door and then turning to them one last time âBut if you ever want me out of the equation, let me knowâ she winked leaving
They looked at each other. NoâŚno they didnât want her out of that equation.
