Itadori struggles with the weight of Sukuna's desires, especially when it comes to Fushiguro. Taking back his power, and more importantly, his autonomy, leads Itadori down a path of confronting his fears, and his best friend.
Itadori always woke up in a cold sweat, and more often than not, sweat that wasn't always his. It was dark, but a small light blinked from across the room, a laptop was still open and in rest mode. The room was enveloped in salinity, and the humidity of the summer stuck to his skin. He pushed the damp blanket from his naked body. His chest and groin was plastered with saliva and semen. His skin crawled under the weight of Sukuna's desires. He whimpered slightly as he moved his legs over the edge of the bed.
He placed his head in his hands, and tears fell from his eyes.
You're not crying are you?
Sukuna's voice was deafening in the darkness of Itadori's mind.
And now you wont reply? You truly are a child.
“Shut up.” Itadori whispered.
“I fucking hate you.” Itadori said through blurry eyes and clinched fists.
“Itadori? Are you still here?” a soft voice rang through the darkness.
Fushiguro. He could still fell the warmth of Megumi on his body. Warmth he never felt in the moment, only after. He gripped his knee, trying desperately to keep it together.
“I'm leaving, don't worry.” he replied through muffled sobs.
“Whats wrong Itadori?” Fushiguro said as he rolled over, facing Itadori's back. He reached out a hand and touched Itadori's back lightly. Itadori wished he could lean into his friends hand, but instead pulled away.
“I really don't want to talk about it.” Itadori spoke quietly.
“I'm just going to get my stuff and go to bed...” he said, letting the last few words hang in the air to grow stale, before he began walking to Fushiguro's door. He opened the door, and began to walk out.
“Hey-” he began but then the door closed.
Fushiguro knew that what he was doing with Sukuna was wrong, but he couldn't keep himself from continuing. Feeling Sukuna's power pulse in and out of him, letting himself bathe in the torrential downpour of Sukuna's unique and addictive cursed energy, just the act of letting his mind go blank as he allowed himself to be used in a carnal act. it hit the spot in his brain that had always been dark, and Sukuna lit it up in grand fashion.
But, something in him was eating away. Every time Sukuna would leave, and Itadori would come back, the tension would eat them both alive, and Fushiguro had yet to find a way to lessen the transition for his closest friend. Tonight it seemed like it had gotten the better of Itadori. A sharp feeling of shame washed over Fushiguro's heart as he laid on his back and looked at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He made a mental note to talk to Itadori tomorrow in between classes before falling quickly to sleep.
Next door Itadori was crying silently to himself in his room. He laid naked on the floor of his room and he wept. He felt like he was being buried under the weight of Sukuna and his desires.
Itadori had never really been with a guy before, well...kind of but not entirely. He had messed around with a guy from his old high school back home, just kissing and touching, but nothing more. He had been with a few girls, and to him, that had been the pinnacle of pleasure. But recently things had changed, and now Sukuna had made a deal. To keep Sukuna happy and compliant, he requested one thing: Fushiguro. He was allowed uninterrupted time to do as he pleased.
After hearing this, Fushiguro agreed. It shocked Itadori. For a moment he was repulsed, to believe he could ever do 'that' with his friend. But then he accepted it. He wouldn't be conscious, and Sukuna promised not to hurt Fushiguro. So he could easily let things progress as Sukuna wanted.
But recently....things hand changed. With increasing frequency he was waking up in Fushiguro's bed. Fushiguro would always be asleep, or half asleep, and Itadori would look at him. Oh how many times had Itadori wanted to reach out, and caress his friends face, or feel his taught muscular stomach, or even just play with his hair. But that was out of the question. Fushiguro only ever showed affections for Sukuna, not Itadori, and it was destroying him.
Morning came all too quickly. It was Friday, and the bright morning sun was pouring into Jujutsu High. Fushiguro was first awake as always. He grabbed his towel and shower caddy and headed to the showers down the hall.
The hot water washed away any residual filth or pain he had felt during the previous night. He felt renewed and ready for the day. He had nearly forgotten about the previous night and the promise he had made to himself about talking to Itadori. The heaviest subject on his mind was what he would have for breakfast, not what he would say to his best friend.
He completed his shower, dried off, and brushed his teeth. He styled his hair for the day, and began to leave the showers. But on his way out, someone was on their way in.
The levee in his mind broke, and soon he was overcome with the memories of last night. He felt like he was sinking into himself as he looked at Itadori, sleepy eyed and barely awake.
Sukuna couldn't have been given a better vessel, Fushiguro thought to himself. Itadori was strong, resilient, intelligent and more than capable. But on top of that...he was attractive. Fushiguro let his eyes wander over Itadori's half naked body. He had seen Itadori's body more times than he could count, but every time he saw it, it took everything within him to keep his eyes to himself.
Itadori looked up at him. The tension was unbearable.
“Itadori, about last night, I think we should talk.” Fushiguro said softly but sternly.
“About what?” Itadori asked as he walked past Fushiguro and disrobed.
Fushiguro looked away quickly, not wanting his true desires to come to the surface.
“It seemed like you were upset.” Fushiguro said, his back to Itadori.
“Why would I be upset?” Itadori replied as he turned the shower on.
“I-I....” Fushiguro tried to start but....he was unsure what he should say.
“I mean, its not like my body is just a puppet for an ancient evil being, and I have very little say in what he does with me...or anything.” Itadori said.
The room was getting foggy with steam. The water was hot, but Itadori was still standing outside the shower.
“Look at me Megumi.” Itadori said.
Fushiguro turned his head slightly.
“All the way.” Itadori growled.
Fushiguro did as he was told. He was greeted with the perfect form of Itadori. He felt a chill of excitement tingle down his back.
“Why is it so hard for you too look at me, but its so easy for you to look at Sukuna?” Itadori asked.
Fushiguro remained silent as he cast his eyes to the floor. Itadori took a step closer to him.
“Have you every though that, maybe, I wish it was me in bed with you, and not Sukuna?” Itadori said with tears in his voice.
Fushiguro looked up and saw Itadori. His face was hard, his body rigid with anxiety fear, and shame. He looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown, but Fushiguro could barely speak; he was suffering with his own fear, anxiety, and shame.
“I-” Fushiguro began, but Itadori cut him off.
“Listen, this conversation is over, and we don't talk about it again. We sure don't want Nobara to find out, or Gojo Sensei for that matter. Lets just move on. Go back to how its supposed to be. You and Sukuna have your little fun, and I just act like that doesn't happen, okay? Now I need to get ready. Class starts in an hour.” Itadori said with a finality in his voice.
The rest of the day went just as Itadori had said it would. He returned to the same fun and silly 16 year old boy he had always been, and Fushiguro was as sulky as always, but for different reasons than normal, but no one could really tell the difference.
“Alright that's it for today guys! Go have some fun this weekend, I'm going to be out of town, so try not to kill each other.” Gojo Sensei said with a laugh.
“I'm going shopping, wanna come?” Nobara asked to the two boys.
“I'm good.” Fushiguro said. Nobara shrugged.
“Sorry Nobara, I have my weekend booked, starting now!” Itadori said in his normal upbeat candor.
“What? Itadori I know you have nothing to do....” Nobara said as Itadori stood from his desk.
“You're wrong, tonight I have a date with Jenassa.” Itadori said with a grin.
“Who the hell is Janessa?!” Nobara asked, shocked that Itadori could ever get a date.
“Shes my wife in Skyrim. Were hunting dragons this weekend. I'm trying to complete my Daedric armor.” Itadori said as he packed his bag.
Fushiguro relaxed a little, and let a little grin slip.
“Why are you smiling Fushiguro?” Nobara asked.
“I just think its funny that you got jealous of Itadori for a minute, thinking he had gotten a girlfriend before you got a boyfriend.” Fushiguro said, completely deadpan.
“Whatever.” Nobara said. “I'm leaving.”
“Have fun!” Itadori said as he walked out of the classroom.
“You shut up, loser!” Nobara said as she ran down the hall after him.
The grin on Fushiguros face slowly softened into a frown, and then hardened into regret. The classroom was quiet, aside for his attempts to keep his tears suppressed. He stayed there for a while, allowing himself to just cry, uninterrupted, and unnoticed.
It was a good lie. But it was still a lie. He hadn't played Skyrim in years, and he had no interest to now. The mask Itadori wore was beginning to slip, and he was desperately trying to keep it under control. Before coming to Jujutsu High in Tokyo, he had pretty emotionally stable, but now his perceived stability was quickly eroding away.
He spent the entire first night of his weekend just laying in bed, completely dissociating until he fell asleep. He didn't dream that night either. It was like his mind was trying to clean the slate in his brain. For hours he just removed himself from the world, and didn't exist for a while.
But when he woke up in the morning, his mind was restless. He absentmindedly took his phone out first thing when he woke up. He checked his social medias, looked at his email, and then there came his undoing.
He checked his text messages.
He only had three messages. Two from Nobara calling him an idiot, (yes, an idiot twice) and the other message was from...
His heart dropped. Instantly he felt the pain he had repressed all night come back, ten times as badly. It felt like Sukuna had ripped his heart out again. He stopped breathing for a moment, trying to psych himself up to read the text. He tapped on the screen and the text opened.
You can act like you are the only person that
has a say in talking about this or not, but
you're wrong. Tomorrow, 11 pm. Meet me at
the training field. We are talking this out. If you
don't show up, then don't get mad when I beat
the shit out of you at practice Monday.
Itadori immediately felt sick to his stomach. His nerves were buzzing in him like a swarm of bees, and they were stinging him from the inside out. His mind was a flurry of fear, regret, and uncertainty. His body began to tremble, and his vision was getting blurry.
Oh what now? A panic attack? You ARE getting weaker...
Sukunas insults centered him. He pulled himself from the brink of a panic attack, and sat on the edge of his bed. He would humor Fushiguro tonight, but he was tired of this. These games that were always being played with him. He was done. He wasn't being yanked around anymore by anyone.
Itadori got up and grabbed his towel. He walked down the hall and had a long hot shower. Then he walked back his room, and dressed himself. As he was dressing, he called Nobara.
“What?” Nobara answered the phone in her constantly curt tone.
“What are you up to?” Itadori asked.
“I'm in Tokyo with Maki.” she replied.
Itadori pulled his red shoes on.
“You guys want to- oh hold on...” he said as he pulled the phone away. It was only 11:15. “Oh, okay yea, do you guys want to do lunch? I need to get out of here after last night.” he murmured accidentally.
“Oh was your Skyrim wife not putting out?” Nobara asked.
Itadori laughed to himself. Nobara WAS funny, whether people wanted to admit it or not.
“Yeah, kinda.” he giggled.
“Okay, noon at Yukihiras?” Nobara asked.
“Absolutely! Are you buying?” he asked excitedly.
“No, you are!” he heard Maki yell out in the background.
“What?! No fair!” he yelled back.
The day with Nobara and Maki was such a success for Itadori that he completely forgot about Fushiguro, but when they arrived back at Jujutsu High, he was quickly reminded.
“Thanks Nobara,” Itadori said with a kind smile.
“I just...I needed some time...away...” Itadori trailed off.
Nobara stood for a moment, deep in thought.
“Nothing is ever easy is it?” Nobara asked as she looked up to Itadori.
He looked back her, stone faced. Why did it feel like she knew something somehow?
“No....no...its not.” he said as he cast his eyes down.
She placed her hand on his cheek, and pulled his eyes back to her.
“Good luck tonight.” she spoke with a soft and kind affection towards him, something Itadori didn't hear from her often.
“How-” Itadori began, but then she playfully slapped him and laughed.
“I'm not stupid!” she said from over her shoulder and she walked away from him.
Eleven came too quickly for Fushiguro's liking. He had sounded so assertive in that text to Itadori, but he was terrified. If it hadn't been for Nobara, he wouldn't have been able to send it at all.
She had come home from shopping Friday night, and knocked on his door. She had picked up a keychain with what looked exactly like Demon Dog on it, and was trying to surprise him. He answered, puffy eyed and exhausted. When she asked him what was wrong, the wall he had built around himself crumbled. The words spilled from him, breaking on the ground. He cried and cried in her arms. He explained what he had been feeling, and how terribly he had dealt with it.
Nobara didn't know what to say at first, but after a while she was able to understand. Her two best friend were in love, even if they couldn't recognize, or understand it. She convinced Fushiguro to text Itadori, and demand to talk.
“Not talking, and acting like nothing is happening...well that doesn't really help anyone.” she said as she and Fushiguro sat on the floor together. His head sat in her lap, tears streaming down his face.
“Yeah...” Fushiguro strained through tears and anxiety.
Now, here he was. 10:55 pm the following day, and the practice field was completely empty. It was quiet and dark, and the evening was much cooler than the day had been. Low storm clouds were coming in, and the air was pricked with the smell of incoming rain.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He tried to regulate his breathing, but it was no small task. His heart was pounding within his chest, his body was twitchy, and he couldn't stop fidgeting. His nervousness was getting to him, so he took a seat on one of the benches. For twenty minuets he tried to calm himself, but he never could.
11:15pm. Itadori wasn't coming. He sighed, stood up, and turned to face the stairs back to school, but when he did he saw someone. It was Itadori. They locked eyes for a moment. Fushiguro's heart lurched in his chest. His breathing was erratic once again, and his brow dampened with sweat.
“Where do you think you're going?” Itadori said in a cold tone, “I thought you wanted to talk?”
“I do.” Fushiguro choked out.
“Then start talking.” Itadori said as he walked past Fushiguro.
A sudden calm draped its self over Fushiguro. His mind sat still, and all the puzzle pieces fell into place revealing the words he needed to say.
“I agreed to the deal with Sukuna...because...because of you. Because I...wanted you, your body, your skin, your everything.” Fushiguro said.
“Yeah except its not me when you're with him. Maybe physically its me, but mentally and emotionally, I'm not present. Sukuna blocks me from anything when you two are together. Its like he locks me in a dark room. I can't feel, or see, or do anything. I'm stuck until hes done!” Itadori replied, his voice was full of irritation.
“I'm sorry.” Fushiguro's voice was so weak under these realizations. He had thought maybe Itadori was still somehow involved....but now he saw how truly naive he was. Why would Sukuna ever let Itadori enjoy something that Sukuna knew he may want. How could he be so stupid!
“So you wanted to fuck me, so instead of fucking me, you decided to fuck the 1000 year old demon inside of me. Instead of just owning up to how you felt, you just fucked my body, or I guess, my body fucked you. But all the same, you're not fucking me Fushiguro, you're not fucking me!” Itadori growled out.
“Fucking turn around and look at me damn it!” Itadori yelled.
Fushiguro turned. The sight tore him to shreds.
“You don't ever fucking look at me. Never! You never want to, you always look away! But I'm always looking at you Fushi! Always! I can't stop! Everything about you drives me fucking crazy, and I can't do a damn thing about it! All I want is to know how you feel, know what makes you happy, what feels good, what feels bad. What do you taste like? What do you smell like? I don't fucking know and its killing me. I just....I want...I want to know...I want to know if I really do have feelings for you, and I want to know if you have feelings for me too, or if your feeling are only for Sukuna.” Itadori screamed and yelled through tears. His face was a mangled mess of anguish and uncertainty.
“If you want to know...then find out. If you feel that way, then why not find out?! I'm right here, I'm always here! I didn't know you felt that way! First off, I thought you were like...100% straight-,”
“I never slapped some label on my fucking forehead...” Itadori said, his voice full of frustration.
“Well maybe you should. I can't read minds Itadori. I can't tell what you're thinking. I can't! I don't know anything about your desires and wants and needs, because you never told me!” Fushiguro didn't realize, but he was crying now too.
“Why the fuck would I keep this shit up if I knew it was hurting you? Why? WHATS THE POINT OF THAT?!” Fushiguro screamed out.
Fushiguro was heaving breaths through tears.
“I fucking like you Itadori. If you want to feel me, taste me....if you want answers to your questions....then fucking find out. If not then-”
Itadori lunged towards Fushiguro. He grabbed Fushiguro's shoulders and within seconds their mouths closed the distance. Fushiguros eyes closed instinctively. He felt the fumbling mouth of his best friend crush against his, and he let a moan of relief slip.
Itadori gripped him harder, grabbing the back of his neck, snaking his hand through the hair on the nape of his neck, gripping his hand into a fist. His tongue explored Fushiguros mouth with starved desire. He pressed himself to Fushiguro's body. Fushiguro wrapped his arms around Itadori, never letting go, never pulling away. The two just melted together for a moment, soaking up every ounce of each other. Their tears mingled together, soft sobs were uttered from both parties as they felt their unbreakable bond grow deeper and more complex.
Itadori was the first to pull away.
“I'm sorry...I just needed...I needed to know.” Itadori said as their foreheads pressed together, eyes closed, bodies still intertwined.
“Please, don't apologize.” Fushiguro replied.
Itadori opened his eyes and looked up at Fushiguro.
Itadori moved his face as close to Fushiguro's as he could, their lips almost touching. “I want more, but I know better than to expect it.”
A fire exploded in Fushiguro. He had always been the plaything, just a hole to fill and fuck, but now...here he was, an active participant. His desires flared up, and now he needed to know too. He knew what Sukuna tasted like, how he smelled, how he felt, but now....he he had all the same questions Itadori had.
“I want to know too. I want to know you.” Fushiguro said, a deep growl of desire came up as he spoke those words.
Itadori's face brightened.
“What now?” Itadori asked.
“Come with me.” Fushiguro said, an obvious hurry flooded his words.
He grabbed Itadori's hand, and began dragging him back to the school. They ran down hallways, sneaked past security, and tiptoed past rooms lit up with sorcerers in meetings and late night training. Fushiguro finally found his way to the mouth of their hallway and broke into the fastest run he could manage.
“Fushi...wait....are you okay? Is this okay?” Itadori called to him as Fushiguro opened the door to his room.
Fushiguro stopped running. He planted his feet in his room. As he unbuttoned his jacked he looked over his shoulder to Itadori.
“Do you want answers?” he asked simply.
Fushiguro's jacket was off. He pulled his shirt from his body, and turned around to look at Itadori.
His body called to Itadori in the form of a blazing hot pang of desire. Hes serious face had a playful attitude on it that Itadori had never seen before. His neck and shoulders were broad and strong, leading to a defined chest that swelled with each breath of anticipation.
“Yes.” Itadori said as he places his hands on Fushiguro's stomach. His skin was so soft, but his muscles beneath were strong, hard, and toned. Itadori's dick twitched in anticipation. He let a soft, barely audible moan escape him.
Fushiguro continued disrobing. He unbuttoned his pants, and allowed them to fall to the floor, leaving him in his underwear. His dick was already erect, and begging to be touched. Fushiguro stepped out of his pants and looked Itadori over.
He pulled his hands up, and pulled Itadori's t-shirt off. Their naked torsos inches away from one another, an undeniable magnetism was pulling them together, but Fushiguro wasn't done yet. He unbuttoned Itadoris pants and pulled them down. Itadori blushed.
“Do you want to stop?” Fushiguro asked.
Silence ensued as Itadori looked into Fushiguros eyes.
Fushiguro stepped closer to Itadori.
“Are you ready?” he whispered into Itadori's ear. Itadori nodded.
In an instant their bodies were touching. Itadori gasped as he felt Fushiguro's dick press against his own. The pure pleasure of feeling him nearly made him come, but then Fushiguros hands came up, and touched him. He grabbed both of their dicks and rubbed them together through their underwear. Itadori could no longer restrain his moans. He let out sighs and gasps as Fushiguro pleasured him. He longed to feel his warm flesh press against his. Itadori brought his hands up to the waistband of his underwear, and pulled.
“So...you're ready for more?” Fushiguro asked.
Itadori, once again, only nodded in response as he finished pulling his underwear down, and stepped out of them and his pants, kicking his and Fushiguro's clothes to the corner of the room.
Fushiguro let out a small laugh, and he pulled his underwear down, leaving the both of them truly naked with one another. Fushiguro had seen Sukuna naked more times than he could count, but seeing Itadori naked was...somehow even better. Sukuna exuded power and dominance, but Itadori was...well...Itadori. He was kind, gentle and understanding. He was powerful, but he wanted to share his power with Fushiguro, not use it to dominate him.
Fushiguro resumed his place in front of Itadori, this time kissing him gently and he pressed his naked body against Itadori's. Their skin rubbed together. Itadori gasped loudly as Fushiguro's dick rubbed against his own. The heat from Fushiguro was overwhelming. He placed his warm hand around both dicks, and began stroking. Itadori moaned into Fushiguro's mouth.
Looks like things are getting interesting...
Itadori pulled away from Fushiguro instantly.
“What? Whats wrong?” Fushiguro called out.
Itadori looked like he was in pain.
“No..no...NO.” is all Itadori said out loud.
Fushiguro was worried for his friend, and tried to reach out to him, but Itadori pulled away just in time for Fushiguro to see the tattoos materialize on Itadoris face.
“Hello Fushiguro.” Sukuna said.
Fushiguro couldn't reply. He stood frozen.
“If you continue with this brat, it will be over with us.” Sukuna said as he stepped forward and placed his hand on Fushiguros face.
A rage built up within Fushiguro. He pulled his face from Sukunas grasp.
“Oh...I see...well then...if you wish to break this deal...there will be consequences,” said Sukuna, “Just remember, he can't repress me forever, and the next time you see me.....who knows what I could do.”
Sukuna looked at Fushiguro, unwavering strength looked back at him. The tattoos de-materialized.
“Fuck...God damn it, I hate him! I can't have anything! I can't...I can't...” Itadori cried out as he collapsed to the ground.
Fushiguro immediately came over and held Itadori.
“I told him we were done. I'm all yours, for as long as you want me.” Fushiguro said to Itadori.
Itadori looked up to him, tears streaming down his face.
“You did?” Itadori asked.
“Yes.” Fushiguro responded as he hooked a finger around Itadori's chin, and pulled up.
Their mouths were hungry for one another, Itadori felt desire pump back into his body.
“I want you.” Itadori said to Fushiguro.
“I know.” Fushiguro said back, his voice low and sexy.
Fushiguro pulled Itadori up, and brought him to the bed, sitting Itadori on the edge. Fushiguro got on his knees, in between Itadori's legs, and gently grabbed his dick. Itadori shivered beneath his touch. Fushiguro began pumping his hand up and down. Itadori threw his head back in pleasure, moaning softly.
While Itadori was bound in pleasure, Fushiguro opened his mouth and slid Itadori in. Itadori's head snapped back front.
“Oh god Megumi...” he moaned out.
Fushiguro slid his mouth up and down Itadori's length with perfect rhythm, coaxing Itadori's desires more and more. Itadori's hands came up to Fushiguro's hair and gripped, guiding Fushiguro's mouth. The guttural sounds of pleasure eeked their way from Itadori's mouth. His dick was pulsating like it never had before. He didn't even know what to do, or how to feel, but waves of pleasure crashed against his body with every stroke of Fushiguro's talented mouth. Then, right when Itadori thought it was all said and done, Fushiguro stopped, leaving him on the edge of orgasm.
Fushiguro pulled his mouth from Itadori's groin.
“Do...do you want to try?” Fushiguro asked Itadori.
Sukuna had never once pleasured Fushiguro. Never had he tried to make the young boy feel anymore than the sweet taste of pain and domination. Now he felt like he could finally take a small bit of his power back. He could feel like himself again. Itadori could help him with that.
“Absolutely.” Itadori replied as he stood to trade places.
Itadori lifted Fushiguro, and placed him on the bed. He got in between Fushiguros legs, and gently grasped Fushiguro's throbbing cock into his hand. He opened his mouth, but then stopped.
“Okay, so I've never done this, so...like....let me know if its good, or bad, or if I need to change something or if like...I don't know, hurt you. Oh god I don't want to hurt you that's for sure so if anyth-” Itadori was cut off by Fushiguro's first finger laying across his lips.
“Sshhhh....you're going to do fine.” Fushiguro replied.
“Okay.” Itadori replied through a heavy breath.
He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and placed the head of Fushiguro's penis in his mouth.
Fushiguro nearly passed out as he felt the warm and wet mouth slide over his dick. He instinctively thrust slightly, but relaxed himself. Slowly Itadori gained more confidence, and took more and more of Fushiguros dick into his mouth. His gag reflex kicked in pretty quickly, but just like everything else, Itadori was able to adapt quickly. Every stroke pulled Fushiguro closer and closer to completion. Every flick of Itadoris tongue felt like 1000 volts of electricity coursing through him.
His desire began to hit critical mass as Itadori looked up to him. What a sight. His dick sliding in and out of the mouth of his best friend. The boy he had pined for, for over a year now. Here they were, tangled in intimacy.
“I want you to...keep going...but...I want something more.”Fushiguro said in between moans.
Itadori removed his mouth from Fushiguro's dick. Strings of saliva sagged from Itadoris lips, to Fushiguros cock.
“Okay. What do you want me to do? I want to do whatever will make you happy.” Itadori said with confidence in his voice.
Fushiguro's heart jumped. Someone who wanted to make him happy? His body tingled.
“Come here...” Fushiguro said as he pulled Itadori's face to his.
“I want you to fuck me.” Fushiguro said quietly.
Itadori looked a little stunned.
“Okay....I'll try...I'm...I'm just...” Itadori was beginning to stumble over his words.
“What? If you don't want to, we don't have to, we can just do this.” Fushiguro said, gesturing to their exposed and engorged cocks.
“No, no, I mean...I'm worried about hurting you.” Itadori replied.
Fushiguro's heart swelled with love.
“You wont hurt me, we can go slow.” Fushiguro said, and the kissed Itadori.
As they kissed, they re positioned their bodies on the bed.
“Hold on,” Fushiguro said.
He reached to his bedside table and pulled a tube of lube. He gathered a decent amount, and rubbed it on himself. He then rubbed the residual onto Itadori's dick. Itadori moaned loudly. Fushiguro grinned.
“Are you ready?” Fushiguro asked.
“Umm...are you ready?” Itadori replied.
“Trust me....I've been ready.” Fushiguro said with a smile.
Itadori didn't know exactly what was going to happen, but all he wanted was to be as close to Fushiguro as he could.
“Okay, lets do this.” Itadori said quietly, barely above a whisper.
Without saying anything, Fushiguro grabbed Itadori's dick, and guided it to his hole. He rubbed the head of Itadori's length against himself. He felt it twitch in his hand. He cut his eyes back to Itadori, and instead of saying anything, he just kissed him.
“You're doing great.” Fushiguro said, as he pulled away a light smile on his lips.
“Now...just....do what feels right.” Fushiguro said into Itadori's ear.
The two boys laid face to face, Itadori on top. His arms were shaking from anticipation. His dick twitched again. He wanted so badly to push his way through the barrier before him, but his fears were keeping him.
“It won't hurt?” Itadori asked.
“I'm going to be fine, I want this.” Fushiguro replied.
Itadori pressed, softly at first, but he soon found that fucking a boy wasn't the same as fucking a girl, so he pushed harder. He felt the wall slowly begin to give way. His impatience got the better of him, and he pushed even harder. Fushiguro gasped as the head of Itadoris dick entered him. His dick flexed instinctively. He moaned into Itadori's neck as Itadori pushed his full length into him.
Itadori had been gifted in many different way, and his genitals were no exception. Fushiguro was use to the heavy hammer of Sukuna, but Itadori felt different. The pleasure was present, but the onslaught of pain evaded him. All that was left was the slight discomfort of stretching. He grabbed onto Itadori, begging for more.
Itadori pressed his entire length into Fushiguro. Desire flourished in his chest. He felt Fushiguro holding onto him, their breath intermingled. Itadori moaned out as his balls rubbed against the softness of Fushiguros backside. With those last few centimeters, Itadoris last bit of restraint left him, and soon he was plunging in and out of Fushiguro with unparalleled ferocity.
His body moved with Fushiguro's, grinding and pulsating. Their breaths matched one another and their moans echoed off of each others lips. The sweet taste of saliva coated their tongues as they kissed. Hands intertwined, hearts beating in sync, grunts and whines. Time stood still, the world melted away as they shared each other.
Gentle begs fell from Fushiguro's lips, and Itadori responded, giving the boy every inch of love within him. He planted kissed all over the brunettes face and neck as he slammed himself against the perfect body beneath him. Soon he felt himself begin to reach climax.
“Megumi...I think I'm going to...uhh....mmm” he moaned out.
“Please...please come.” Fushiguro willed out in between whimpers.
On Fushiguro's command he emptied himself. Pure ecstasy tingled all over his body. He fucked Fushiguro hard, feeling himself fill up every space within him. Itadori cried out, grinding himself against Fushiguro.
“Fuck, Megumi...oh fuuuu.....fuck!” he yelled out.
“Yes Yuuji...oh god yes...yes....oh god......” Fushiguro cooed into Itadori's ear.
Itadori looked down at Fushiguro. He was smiling.
“Right?” Fushiguro replied.
Itadori pulled himself from Fushiguro. Thick strands of come followed his dick.
“Are you okay?” Itadori asked Fushiguro.
“More than okay.” Fushiguro said pointing to his stomach. There rested a pool of pure white.
“This was about you, not me. I came early anyway...” Fushiguro said with a laugh.
Itadori rolled over and laid next to Fushiguro.
“I guess this means I'm gay now...” Itadori said with a laugh.
“Why? I'm not.” Fushiguro said as he wiped himself off.
“Your not?!” Itadori asked, shocked.
“No....Itadori...listen...you've fucked girls right?” Fushiguro asked.
“Well...yea...” Itadori replied.
“And you enjoyed it?” Fushiguro asked again, finishing his clean up.
“Oh god yes....fucking girls is great.” he replied.
“So have I...and I feel the same way...” Fushiguro replied as he slid back on to the bed, pressing his hot, sweaty body against Itadori. He traced circles on his chest with his finger as they spoke.
“Oh...so....I guess...” Itadori tried to start.
“I consider myself bisexual. Its really that simple.” Fushiguro said in a matter of fact way, “I like both. I always have. I struggled with it for a long time, but...I stopped caring after a while. I just like both, and that's okay.” Fushiguro said.
Itadori sat for a moment, pondering.
“Well...I think I am too, because, wow....that was amazing.” Itadori said.
“Yeah, no shit.” Fushiguro smiled.
“You know I've never seen you smile so much.” Itadori said to Fushiguro.
“Maybe that's because I'm happy.” Fushiguro said.
Fushiguro reached up to Itadori's face, and kissed him.
“Maybe I love you.” Fushiguro said quietly against Itadori's lips while looking into the boys eyes.
Fushiguro felt fear for a moment. He hadn't meant to say that so soon after they had sex, and he was so worried that he might scare Itadori away.
“Maybe I love you too.” Itadori said, as he kissed Fushiguro one more time.
thanks for reading! ive always really loved this little sappy oneshot of the boys. I wrote this is 2021, when jjk was really hitting it off, so i understand if theres not as much hype around this pairing as there once was. thanks again. more stuff coming soon.
-desperately, your humble author,
