No Way

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𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄!

ft. itadori, megumi, inumaki, yuta, gojo, geto, choso, toji

tw. fem!reader, praise, cursing, dirty talk, mentions of creampie, breeding kink, cockwarming, pussy drunk boyo, needy boyo, dom!w/sub! reader

an. tr version, hq version, aot version <3

𖦹 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

it’s starts out innocent, sitting on itadori’s lap while he watches a movie—only the thin fabric of your panties just grazes across his clothed length and he throbs at the contact. stifling an ill ridden moan when you shift on him, larger arms coming out to wrap across your waist—lips taunting your neck and calloused fingers tracing your thighs. “i want you” itadori mumbles, rolling your hips on his aching cock, with fingers working quicker than tongue entangled inside both of your mouths— a blink of time, you’re naked underneath him and itadori fists his cock above you, sneering his eyes on you “pretty pussy.” with hands spreading your cunt open, itadori feels a singe of nerves creep through his form at his bare cock brush through your folds. “you’re so wet, fuck—i-i can’t believe im gonna fuck you—raw, fucking raw princess” itadori groans, sinking his cock in and the aduable moan rupturing his lungs, nails digging in your inner thighs and his body in shambles with just a single taste of your bare pussy. “yuji, more” you whine, hips dropping and folding his body over you, itadori halts the gaping stare he has on his cock hitting flush in your weeping hole and brings it to your face. “yeah, more. i-i’ll give you more angel, give you e-everything” itadori stutters, rocking his hips in your messy hole and pressing your back further into the couch. itadori composure melts, tipping over at the euphoric feeling wrapped around his cock and the raw, exposed walls fit perfectly against his throbbing length. and he can feel by the way his cock twitches itadori is going to cum soon and he can only hope he’s able to stop after one load fucked into your greedy hole, all for him.

𖦹 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

megumi disregards the filth covered thoughts racing through his mind as he pulls your back flush to his chest while his cock slips through your thighs. megumi’s hips reel back, pushing through your subtle flesh again in one snap “i want to fuck you so bad” he whispers, nestling his nose into your neck, “w-without a condom, i want to—” megumi takes his hand to lift your leg upwards, “shit i just need you.” your hand comes out to grip his cock, fisting it and megumi throws his head back with a moan rippling through his lips, “yeah princess, like that” megumi bucks his hips in your hand, stomach churning with every touch of your fingers neatly fastened to his length. “can i, please?” megumi groans while you motion his cock through your folds, and with just the subtle touch of your juices he’s feels like he could cum right now. his cock pushes through your tight pussy, the slick of you guiding him to bottom out in a mere seconds, megumi eyes knock white wrapping his arms around you. the warmth seeps into his length, juices welcoming the aching tip of his cock and your small litters of moans filter his mind, “just like this, fuck baby—just like this” megumi leaves a hot breath across the shell of your ear, “if i move, i’ll cum so fucking quick so let’s stay like this for a little bit, yeah angel?” megumi wants this to last an eternity, soaking the raw, exposed feeling of your pussy wrapped perfectly around his cock, like it should be.

𖦹 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈

“toge— you can move” you whimper below your boyfriend, raising your hand to rub a soft circle on his cheek and inumaki can’t help but nuzzle into your palm. he cannot speak often and though it becomes a bothersome subject—the actions inumaki displays volumes. soft vibrations of moans rattle his chest, gentle breaths flutter across your face when he finally begins moving, without anything damaging your connected bodies. inumaki struggles to keep a planted foot on this earth with how much you mold to his cock, your hands tied through his hair and pussy dripping on his length. “so good” inumaki utters, lifting his eyes to meet yours and you soften at him struggling to brings words to the atmosphere, “you’re so good, you make me feel so good” you reply back to him and inumaki mouth gapes at the praise. and he’s livid that he hasn’t done this earlier—how perfect this newfound feeling envelopes his soul, purifies any stress traced in his mind and how much you beg for more. “cum” inumaki glosses his eyes back to you, the speech provoke your orgasm to jolt through your body and spray his abdomen, your gasps for air make him blush but the way you look—the way you feel, his speech curse is going to be the second favorite thing to do when inumaki fucks you.

𖦹 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

“angel, please” yuta moans, masking his face with his lithe fingers, face blistering a deep red whenever you bounce harder on his cock. “m’so sensitive” yuta whispers and you settle in his lap, gripping his face within your hands “but it feels so good, you feel so good” yuta pulls his hands from his face, lingering a searing gaze down to the mess slathered in his thighs and the way your pussy swallows him whole. “can’t stop, wanna cum again” yuta crashes his lips against yours, a snap of his hands and they concrete to your hips moving your harder on his rigid cock, “wanna cum for you, my pretty girl.” your body crumbles at the praise, noticing the way yuta has sweat saturated to his forehead, lips parted and swallowing shallow breaths and his cock clinging to your walls is nothing but immense pleasure captivates your body, driving through to your core. “cum on my cock, show me how good i make you fuckin’ feel” yuta pants, another tip off of the edge and he dives head first, cock leaking a pitiful amount of cum in your hole once more. and yuta is aching, trembling under you and as bad as he wants—yuta has to cum in you again because he cannot get enough especially with his cum being fucked deep in you.

𖦹 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“you keep staring at me like that pretty girl, what do you want?” geto smiles, looking over at you from the driver seat, his hand lingers on your thigh and squeezes the flesh. “you, want you” you whisper out, pulling his hand towards your throbbing heat. “i don’t have a condom” geto replies, smirking while his other hand grips the steering wheel, “i don’t care—need you now” you drag your eyes over to him, geto looks back with orbs painted black and a grin toying with his lips, “whatever you want, i’ll give it to you.” but it’s the other way around now, followed in the backseat with a pair of your legs thrown over his shoulder and geto pumps his swollen cock in your cunt, watching the amount of your slick drip to his leather seats and your moans casted upon the air. “you feel so fucking good” geto grunts, so lost in your pussy drowning his cock, pratically milking him dry and his body tipping over with another clench around his length. you say the words and he’s addicted, fucking you raw was one thing but cumming inside you? he’s falling at the phrase, rutting his hips so hard into your body the flesh ripples in response and pulling out to use the tip to smear his seed on your puffy clit. “look at my good girl” geto coos, bending down to use two fingers guiding his cum back in your hole, “looks like this pussy could take some more, yeah?”

𖦹 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“would you fuck me raw, satoru?” you question gojo as he watches tv, long legs spread open and wide, tilting his head over in your direction, “shit” he mumbles and it grasps your attention even more, wandering over to his spot on the couch. the prominent outline emerging from his pants clearly paints a picture and it’s not subtle anymore as he lets you spring his cock free without another glossed covered word, watches as the length switches and grows harder by the minute. “is that your answer?” gojo asks, breath hitched to his throat when you stand to your feet, dropping your bottoms and climbing over his lap. “oh my god” gojo moans, you barely have dropped your hips to meet his aching cock and gojo is ready to succumb under the warmth of your velvet walls. gojo starts slow, his body is moving on instinct, searching for a blissful ending within your hole, bucking and dragging his cock along your walls and as his orgasm tears it’s head to the waves of pleasure he can only meekly fuck hisself through it, hisses left in the air and moans fluttering through those pretty lips. “we’re about to find out how much you can take of my raw cock princess, cause there’s no fucking way i can stop now” gojo groans, flipping you over and sliding a hand down to your puffy clit, “might as well cum with me this time” he sneers, watching your face contort to absolute beauty—gojo has spent a lifetime looking through his endless eyes but what he looks down upon now—is his bare cock splitting open your perfect pussy.

𖦹 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

“fuck—i-i’m gonna cum, inside you, b-breed you” choso stammers, dragging his eyes from the way his cock is splitting open you open to lining his vision on your face. choso could easily melt above you at the sight, lips parted recognized into a simple ‘o’ direction. “is that what you want, angel?” choso ghosts his lips over yours, dark toned eyes boring straight into your soul and he places his hands beside your head. telling choso you wanted him to fuck you raw, his thought was just another snap of his hips and spill of his cum but it was so much more, “yes” a breathless moan sets apart your lips before choso crashes them against your own. his cock is greedy, relishing in your warm tight talks before he reels his hips back to watch the juices drip from your hole. with only the tip remaining, choso plows his fat cock back inside you. “take it pretty girl, take it all” choso moans out, fucking his cock deep in your hole, painting your velvet walls and he shutters, shoulders trembling at the mess dripping past his balls. choso flickers his eyes down to your pussy sucking him back in, as if this whole time fucking you like this was what he needed, “m-more princess, wanna feel you more—need to feel you more.”

𖦹 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“i feel how much you’re clenching around me, pretty” toji smirks, locking eyes with you and reaching a finger out to press his thumb on your bottom lip, “does my cock feel that good without a condom? we’ve barely started.” toji reaches a hand under your torso, rising you closer to him as he fucks his cock deeper in your hole. with no shred of dignity you cream around his length, your toes curling beside his head, and fingers clawing at his biceps. “now you’re going to be so sensitive angel but you’ll take this fat cock, yeah?” toji smirks when you only nod your head, and he’s reeling his hips back to watch the white ring wrapped around his cock. he’s only getting started and toji would be a fucking liar if he doesn’t want to cum right now, feel the way your pussy sucks in his white load but engrossing in your fragile features under his cock pounding in your tight hole is so much better. “now i’ll only fuck you this way pretty baby, this pussy derseve to feel everything” toji brushes his lips across your own and maybe you can hear what he says but it’s so difficult while your boyfriend buries himself inside you and that sticky white cum coating your inner thighs and staining the sheets below.

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just give me a second

being suguru’s eternal. perhaps not his s/o but someone much more. you’re his eternal life, so much so that every breath depends on whether you are near. there is no future for him if you’re not in it. you’re his beginning, his end. his everything. his love for you is every growing and to say he’s 'in love', that vague weakened phrase, cannot express it. you live in each other, through each other, and by each other. you are each other.

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— FOUR TEA MUGS —

shinichiro sano x reader

fluff at the start. expect a wild turn. shinichiro is not the only guy in love with you, keep that in mind

wc: 3k

a/n: hello stranger that came across and kept reading :) this is my first fic ever *panic* but i’m glad i can share it with you. this story could have been separated in two different parts because of the turn it has, but i decided not to do it because this is the way i visualized it at first, and i wanted to stick to that, plus, i had so much fun writing it. hope you all like it too! in advance, thank you so much for being here and giving this a chance, means the world to me. also, i want to specially thank my dear friend @saturnmitsuya that helped me to make this possible, te amo bonita

reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated. please forgive any spelling mistakes and the constant editing

the day was serene and it was cold outside. 4:02 p.m. s.s. motors still open

shinichiro was holding is his arms what he enjoys, a little way too much, to call the woman of his life. both bodies over an old chair that stood behind a tore small desk where he wrote down things about motorcycles that he needed, making calls and all those sort of things you have to arrange when you run a store. you mockingly named it ‘’his office’’ just to piss him off

the situation right now, started because he decided to behave like the most pathetic and cute big baby ever, stating that ‘’he was freezing’’ all pouty and shivering, which was all bullshit, just to have you sitting on top of him. yeah. the sano’s family ability to find ways to convince people, runs just as hard as oxygen through his veins. but you didn’t really put up much resistance either, saying no to him it’s a pretty much impossible thing to do

hands playing with the black locks on the back of his head, arms snaking through your hips and waist, exploring under your sweater to slightly rose your free breasts, kissing his neck, moving to his cheek and finally his lips with wide grins in between. the position was provocative, yes. making out at the corner of his store while straddling his legs. but that was really it, just making out. simple, right?

see, the real core of shinichiro sano’s charm is that everything is just so simple when he is with you, and somehow, it always manages to feel perfect. as if you were pieces made for each other, and nothing else in this world could ever change the ideal way you both fit. or like two planets aligned together that dance around the same orbit, in one melody created by the universe just for yourselves to hear

-what do you want to have for dinner, bunny? i’ll close earlier so we can go eat, it’s on me today- he commented, lips a bit reddish from kissing, looking at you with the goofiest flushed expression ever, weak to women after all

-well, your grandpa’s miso soup could be real awesome right now cause it’s pretty chilly outside- you furrowed your brows in late realization -speaking of the weather, did you bring your jacket? i don’t want you to go out with that plain shirt, weren’t you freezing a few minutes ago? you will catch a cold you awful liar!-

he honestly wasn’t even listening to your attacks, well of course he was, but his eyes were mostly fixated on the movement of your lips, how you were scolding him

you really were the woman of his life, for sure. always so caring, always so loving, always you

-i love you y/n-

words just slipped in the middle of the bliss within his embrace. then, he started caressing your back, going all the way to your rear with a cheeky grin, planning to kiss you again. you stopped talking, cheeks and ears burning red. you couldn’t believe him, this bastard

-s-shin! don’t change the subject like that, i’m being serio-

-are we interrupting something?-

indeed, an interruption happened, one of shinichiro’s younger siblings, manjiro, stood by the door of the shop hands in pockets, deadpan. while keisuke, the friend of his that was following behind, was as pale as a corpse

both reactions shared a reason, later revealed

-oh! m-mikey! and keisuke!- shinichiro said looking up and removing his hands off your body immediately, taking a glance behind your back, nervous as hell. his little brother just busted him groping his girl’s ass right on top of his lap after a kissing session that lasted like, solid 20 minutes, fuck, did they saw that too? he might be 23 years old but he felt as a hormonal middle schooler all over again

-hello!- you greeted turning around as nice as ever, still on your compromising position. not giving a single damn. now it was time for your boyfriend to be embarrassed

-um w-we can come back later if- baji started, not knowing what to do with his stare, he was just as uncomfortable as shinichiro. sweaty palms and everything

while mikey was really quiet, just staring. strange you thought

-no! no! there´s no need, you didn’t interrupt anything. i will go make something to drink so you guys can talk okay? tea is fine baby?- you said twirling shin’s hair on your fingers, looking straight to his eyes, oh how you wished you could take a picture right now, then turning to the boys for approval

-sure love, it’s perfect thanks- the kids nodded and shin’s blood finally started to dissipate from his facial features. thank god

-alright- you said, giving him a last peck on the cheek while you placed your palms on his chest, getting off from him. -hey baji- you called him turning halfway -would you mind coming with me? i might need some extra hands-

-s-sure!- shit he thought

at this point, the explanation of the boys reactions earlier it’s revealed

there’s this thing that has been pestering baji since the moment that mikey, told him they were heading to see his brother to ask him for some advices, and that most probably, they would encounter his girlfriend too. actually, this comes from many years back, but he is just oblivious about it, until now

keisuke baji was a nice kid, since you’ve known the sano family for quite a while, you’ve come across to meet the friends they have made along the way. so since a very young age, baji has been around

you used to go to the same school and shared some classes with shinichiro as a teenager, and he always tried to get closer to you by intentionally pairing up in teams for projects, inviting you to eat at his household and such. you were his high school sweetheart, the girl he liked the most and for the longest time. and last but not meat, you also were the last 11 rejections of his lucky 20 until he won you over, but he decides to not bring that out very often

so when baji saw you for the first time, it was one of the times shinichiro took you to his house. you were peeking all over the dojo watching everyone practice, entertained. when suddenly, you landed your eyes on his tiny figure

and simply smiled

-so, how’s the shop thing going on?- you asked, pouring some water to boil, opening some tea bags and preparing the containers. there was a kitchenette at the very back of the establishment, with just a stove and a small freezer with water and some snacks

-s-shop thing? what do you mean?- shit! stop being an asshole, he pleaded his brain, or was it his heart?for some mercy. he didn’t really knew which one of them was messing things up and that was definitely a problem

-you already forgot? your dream of owning a pet shop that you told me about a while ago, you were much younger. i hope that you didn’t drop it- you mentioned, smiling, just like that one day

why?

why did you remembered that about him? why did you have to bring it out? the stupid dream, that he still desires, he told you once. making him feel weak for the 3rd time in a couple of minutes

why was he feeling this way?

he believed he was strong, he proudly called himself a member of a gang, but he started to sweat with a simple question like this? there has to be something real wrong with him, it can’t be that-

oh

you were leaning on the counter next to the stove, waiting for the water to be ready, hair a bit messy, black leggings, some slippers and your boyfriend’s silver chain freshly stoled from him this morning decorating your chest. you weren’t wearing a bra, and the loose fabric of an oversized sweater that was trying to keep you warm couldn’t stop your hard nippled breasts from showing. his throat closed and he felt he could die suffocated at any second, look somewhere else you piece of shit, he mentally slapped himself

-yeah i guess, i still like animals a lot- he scratched his head, avoiding your gaze by looking down. you noticed it but just decided to let it slip, and turned back to turn off the flame and pour the water over four identical red mugs to prepare the drinks

-that makes me so happy, keisuke. your shop will be the best in town, i’m sure of it. cats alredy love you. oh! and i’ll be your first client. don’t even forget that, okay bug?- you teased, poking his nose. dear god, he forgot you used to call him like that

you weren’t like the senior girls at his school that every boy his aged pathetically stalked, nor the older ones that lived near his apartment complex that elderly men disgustingly desired. hell, you weren’t even like the women of the porn magazines that pah kept hidden under his bed, which made them all drool over like a bunch of idiots

your beauty was anything but perfect. your beauty was the vivid personification of the word home, you felt like home, an immensely loving one. perfect wasn’t a word he could use to describe you because he would be lying, you were making tea in clothes you used for sleeping, and still, you looked like an angel to his eyes

he finally saw it

-y-yeah okay, i won’t- he stuttered, blushing. you grinned pleased and grabbed two of the cups on your hands, asking him for his help with the remaining ones, finally heading back to the front

you took a sit next to your boyfriend who was now casually smoking, and his brother, in some spair chairs he found, carefully offering them the steaming hot cups

he was sure he liked you, since the day he first saw you at the dojo. but he never truly paid any attention to his blooming emotions, ‘’who cares about that sappy crap anyway?’’ he did

still, he would never spill a word. it was no use

if he kept his feelings ignored and buried all this time, he could just keep doing it, right?

shinichiro draped an arm around your shoulders while all of you were chatting and making jokes, getting closer to blow breathy kisses in your ear every once in a while just to tickle you. mikey scolded him with pouts because of his clinginess and you laughed until your stomach ached, things were always like this with them, and you wouldn’t have it any other way

baji stared at your interactions for a while. he likes it a lot when you smile, he discovered that years ago, but he also discovered that shinichiro sano is the person who makes you do it the most. so he must be fine with that. he is just a kid with a dumb crush and you are a woman in a relationship that most likely, will last forever

the first taste of bittersweet teenage love in his life

so for now, his dream had a new meaning. the fact that you remembered it and wanted to be there when he fulfills it, made him feel like blushing again. and it was enough to keep him content

mikey finished talking with his brother, mugs went empty and it was time to leave. both boys decided to go back on their way

when they went out of the store and started walking along the cold breeze that provided them company, keisuke looked back to one of the windows, and he could see how shinchiro bent down to carry you, positioning himself between your legs in the air, both smiling widely at each other, enamored, and probably still joking about random things. he turned away, not wanting to pry anymore into the comfort of your intimacy

-ah man, if i get married someday i hope it’s with a girl like y/n- baji was talking behind mikey, walking slowly through the streets, sighing, arms over his head acting all cool, in an attempt to shake off the rests of wild emotions he felt moments ago, not even noticing in the slightest bit, the low temperature of the environment and the notorious dark aura his friend emanated, still silent and hands in pockets

oh how he wished he never said anything at first, he should have just kept his mouth shu-

-you like her too, right?-

so that’s

why he was so quiet

-hah?-

in the couple of minutes he stood there processing what he just heard mikey say, keisuke baji inaugurated, in a matter of seconds, a whole category in the depths of his mind called ‘’emotionally wrecker-fucker 3000’’ yeah…. to describe the second wave of feelings that literally crushed him in that moment

actually, that whole afternoon can be found saved in that mental file, not just the moments of realization, but all of it. boobs, cold weather, rushing blood, cigarettes, kisses, a mess of emotions, fighting with mikey in the middle of a random street and four tea mugs

there’s no way in hell he will ever forget this day

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the hymns of you | itadori yuuji + fem reader

Summer love is some of the sweetest, and it almost always happens by accident. Maybe that's why the relationship that blossoms between you and Yuuji is so magical; it's new, exciting, and it could be inconsequential in theory. As the end of the season dawns, though, you become convinced that theory and reality cannot be the same. Not this time, anyway.

genre: slice of life; fluff (it's just really romantic); falling in love; light hurt/lots of comfort; a teeny tiny bit of angst if you squint; reader attends uni in Japan; the story is set in an unnamed romantic place.

warnings: non-sexual nudity (skinny dipping, etc.); ambiguous relationship (eventually resolved!); she/her pronouns are used to refer to the reader; all characters are 21+ and in university contextually

words: 10.9k

content notes: this fic is more.. episodic and less linear than some other fics i've written, so keep that in mind. section-break lines (indented, bolded, + italicized) are quoted from Walt Whitman's poem "To You."

other notes: written as a part of @/katsupeach's a long, long fic collab, and, while i know emme's not on anymore, i'm thankful to her for hosting the collab and inspiring me, not only in the case of this fic, but in all of my work <3 thank you, too, to my wonderful beta readers, @yuki-no-akumu and @fairyfuyu! + tagging @anime-central and @hanayanetwork <3

WHOEVER YOU ARE

The first few steps off of a plane are always surreal, especially when your flight was ten hours. You regain your legs, your eyes, but not your mind just yet. When the sun touches your skin—or more accurately, your eyes—it’s with a stinging sort of freshness, the only of its kind in the stale airport. Once you’re out, though, it’s a different story.

It’s pleasantly warm and sunny, and luckily, the breeze is cool when it comes. When your cousin had asked you to house-sit for them at this time of year, you’d been hesitant. Sure, the scenery is beautiful, the local food is delicious, and you could rarely afford to travel, but you thought it would be deathly hot. You thought the air would be dense with humidity, unbearable. The air is sweet as you get into your cab, though. It’s sweeter as you pull up to your cousin’s neighborhood, and even sweeter still when you step out into the afternoon light to survey the town.

It’s small, albeit somewhat crowded. The buildings are old and brown, craning up into the sky at such angles that can only come with years of carrying the lives of so many, both breathing and long gone. Brick streets cobble along unevenly, and their once sturdy tops have been worn flat and smooth. The breeze moves more sluggishly the farther you venture, and on it ride the tightly mingled scents and words wafting between storefronts and clumps of friends and lovers alike.

Your cousin’s apartment overlooks the commercial district; it’s on one of the upper floors of a building just a block past the street’s last café. Behind it, however, are a mere few more blocks of housing, and then a wall of plush grasses and trees, untouched by anything beyond the barest effort to keep it behind the line of the road. Wheeling your luggage, your body feels odd: you’re eager to explore, but you’re exhausted. The only serious thoughts in your head are of a shower followed by collapsing into bed. The rest can wait.

I FEAR YOU ARE WALKING THE WALKS OF DREAMS

There’s something pure about the morning sunlight. Waking up naturally, unprompted by any alarm, you return to the world to find the delicate colorless glow, only scarcely interrupted by nearly imperceptible flecks of dust, floating through the room. Once the haze of sleep dissipates, you hum at the faint smell of…coffee? You shuffle to the window—still open from the previous evening—ah, right, coffee.

The café is visible from your bedroom window. It’s already open. A few people are sitting in the spots of shade on the patio, and you can see even more people milling about inside. The sight (and smell, of course) are reason enough for you to hurry up, get dressed, and head outside.

As you approach, the smell of coffee becomes accompanied by sweet butter and bread and brown sugar. The inside of the café is much larger than you expected, and you relax, grateful to claim a little table by the back window. You pick out a few pastries for yourself, order a coffee, and take your seat. You’re quiet, soaking in your surroundings, letting their noise and color tinge your edges. Letting them bleed into you and steal you away from any version of yourself that could have existed before this moment.

The tables around you, much to your ignorance, fill up quickly, and soon, someone is coming up behind you, tapping your shoulder.

“Sorry to bother you, but would you mind if I shared your table for a sec?”

It is unusual to be so acutely aware of the course of your life changing, but when you think back on this moment, there’s nothing else you can think to label this feeling as. Looking up, you meet a gaze so light and warm that you have to break eye contact.

“Yeah, sure,” you say finally. “I didn’t realize it was so crowded.”

“Oh, thanks a lot,” He smiles at you, and it makes your stomach flip. “I really shouldn’t have assumed you would understand me…I don’t know why I did, but I’m relieved. I’m Yuuji, by the way. I feel like you should know since we’re on a pseudo coffee date now.” The remark makes you chuckle, then he adds: “Sorry, I guess that was kinda forward, huh?”

“It’s fine. Nice to meet you,” you say, and then you give him your name. “Are you a student?”

“What gave me away?”

“Your book bag. Plus, you have that lost puppy look in your eyes.”

“Aw, really? I thought I finally got rid of that! I swear I know my way around.”

At that, you let out another laugh, and his smile widens. “Maybe I’m just projecting because I definitely do not.”

“No? How long’ve you been in town?”

“One singular night.”

“Oh, for real?” His eyes get big and round. “I don’t mean to presume, but if you need someone to show you around…”

There it is again: that perfect smile. It curves up into his whole face, lifting it and crinkling the delicate skin near his eyes. You let yourself be dazzled by it briefly, then make yourself look away again, chuckling.

“I do,” you say. Then, not allowing the space to second-guess yourself, you ask boldly: “You offering?”

“If you’re free after I finish my work, then yeah. I just have a few notes to revise.” He, after digging in his bag for a moment, presents a wrinkled notebook and a bag holding ten of the same black pen.

Taking a mouthful of coffee, you hum affirmatively. Then, you take a map of the area out of your bag, and, picking apart your pastry, look it over. The neighborhood and business district span for quite a while before fading off into the local orchards—not quite commercial but not small enough to just be a few trees in a field, either. In the opposite direction, there are plush fields until the cliffs, then a rocky beach cradling the lake.

The bustle in the café doesn’t falter, seeming only to pick up with the ever-rising sun of midmorning. It comes in pockets: rushes of crinkling wax paper and cordialities. You observe Yuuji when these pockets seem to swell—the voices in the air seeming to say one quick look won’t hurt.

You’d already noticed, of course, that Yuuji’s pretty. He’s not pretty in the way that flowers or fabric or even other boys are. He’s pretty like a tree at the edge of the season: sturdy, fresh growth mingling with vibrant older leaves. Strangely, though, where you might expect to find a hardened exterior, the bark is still soft, almost as if the weather hasn’t been harsh enough to rid it of its youthful pliability.

His eyes, though, felt different. Clear and warm, they seem almost to overflow at their edges. It may be because of where you’re sitting, because of the way the sun slips through his irises in tiny, yellow slits. Ordinarily, you might feel embarrassed when those eyes meet yours after you’d been staring for so long, but they’re so kind—unjudging and almost comforting—that you can’t find it in yourself to do anything but smile.

Yuuji smiles back, then glances at his phone. “Oh, a couple of my friends are on their way here. Would you be opposed to more company?”

“Not especially,” you say.

“You sure? I’m already all up in your business.” He chuckles.

“I’m sure.”

In nearly any other situation, you’d feel more nervous. Even barring how kind and friendly Yuuji is on his own, there’s something about being so far from home that distills your inhibitions. Those things that might be too scary or spontaneous at home are as foreign as the rest of your surroundings; no one thing is more or less familiar.

It’s only a few minutes before a couple more people come into the café, and, even before Yuuji waves them over, you’d known they were his friends. Bickering, one is tall, dark-haired, and outwardly frustrated while the other is smaller, her nose wrinkling at something.

“Megumi, Nobara,” Yuuji says as they approach. Quickly, though, he turns to you again. “Ah, I really should have warned you beforehand, but those two can be a little—”

“I’m fairly sure I can make my own first impression,” the tall one interjects. His voice is cold in the same way a frozen lake is cold: a hard, snowy exterior with something slightly warmer still lapping underneath. “Megumi.”

“Jeez, how’d this guy trick you into sitting with him?” the other one—Nobara, evidently—asks, eyes wide with genuine concern.

“Nobara!” Yuuji whines, tossing his head to the side. The dramatic pout he puts on nearly makes you giggle.

“What? It’s a perfectly reasonable question!”

Megumi wordlessly turns away from the three of you and heads to the counter, returning with an uncovered paper cup of black coffee.

“So, you said you’d be done studying by this time,” Megumi says, interrupting the other two.

“Huh?” Yuuji looks up at Megumi. “Oh, yeah! I am. But, slight change of plans. I made a friend—”

“—tricked someone—”

“—and she just arrived here, so she asked me to show her around. So like…you guys wanna come or like..?”

“Yuuji, if you already have plans, then we can do it another time,” you say. “I’m here all summer.”

“You are? Well, all the more reason to do it today!”

“How do you figure?” Megumi asks, checking the clock on the wall.

“I can’t let her go any longer not knowing her way around, can I? Plus, it’s not like I’ll fall behind.”

You never would have pegged him as being stubborn, but you’d come to learn quickly that trying to argue with Yuuji is nearly always futile. Upon further inspection, you’d see those tell-tale signs of his intentional leading: the twitch of his eyebrow into a partial furrow inviting you to challenge him; the slight upturn of his mouth at the recognition that you won’t. These would be followed, inevitably, by an innocent grin, like he didn’t know what had just passed through the air between you.

The four of you leave the café together: you and Yuuji in the front; Nobara and Megumi following closely behind.

Yuuji, it turns out, is a very bad tour guide. He’s wonderful at presenting the places, but he really doesn’t know where to take you, and it shows. So, Nobara ends up taking the lead, which certainly lends to a…different experience.

That’s how you ended up shoulder-to-shoulder with Yuuji, nudging his elbow with yours as he rattled off the best treats at that café and how kind the owners of that shop were. He would do this until he caught a glare from Nobara, then, after briefly trailing off, it would start again with a little chuckle in your ear.

“Guess I gotta tell it like it’s a secret, huh?” he says this time.

You giggle. It tickles, and he smells good when he comes so close, and you want him to stay that close because it makes your heart feel fluttery. You want him to keep his hand on the small of your back like when he guides you.

By the time the sun begins to set, Yuuji—Nobara—has shown you the whole neighborhood. It might have been a much faster trip if the four of you—Yuuji—didn’t insist on going inside of every single business, dipping into every neighborhood. At some point, just as you’re returning to the main square, Megumi and Nobara take their leave because they “actually really do have assignments.”

“Do you have anyone to eat dinner with tonight?” Yuuji asks you, wrapping his hands around the straps of his book bag.

“I was planning to eat alone,” you answer. “I don’t really mind much. You don’t have to eat with me if that’s what you mean. I’ve taken up way too much of your time already today.”

Though it doesn’t quite feel that way, does it? It doesn’t feel like you’ve had him for quite long enough yet. It’s nice to have a face that has become familiar, nice to have just someone.

“I don’t want to impose on your alone time,” he says, and, internally, you sigh. “But, um, you gotta let me show you some of the places around here. I can’t eat out like, super often, or anything, but some of the folks are cool and give discounts sometimes.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, and sweet talking the old ladies doesn’t hurt either.”

That earned him a playful swat on the arm, and, once your laughter died down, he bid you goodnight, promising—for the second time—to take you to dinner soon.

WHOEVER YOU ARE

You truly intend to spend much more time alone on this trip. You leave in the mornings, get a coffee, then wander around in an attempt to find something you hadn’t seen yesterday. These little walks brought you to meet a myriad of interesting people: old women eager to talk about their gardens; young children with their mothers, excited to ask you about where you’re from; shopkeepers and baristas who persuade you to try their new creations each and every time with ease.

What you hadn’t intended, however, was to run into Yuuji in almost all of these places. These meetings started off short; you’d exchange little oh!s and are you busy?s, but these eventually turned into linked elbows and whispers of walk with me.

Today, in particular, Yuuji finds you in a homeware shop some few miles outside of town. It’s quiet, and sweet notes of acoustic strumming play through the tinny little speaker near the cash register. The business is family-run, you learn—though you might’ve assumed as much, seeing as the chain restaurants and stores in this area are few and far between.

Each dish is different from the last.

“Need some dishes?” a voice asks, startlingly close to your ear. It laughs when you jerk away in surprise.

“Ah! Yuuji,” you whine, swatting his shoulder. “You couldn’t have said hello from a normal distance?”

“Oh, come on, that’s no fun.” He chuckles. “Now, are you getting dishes or not?”

“Probably not. I just like looking. Might get some for my friend, though. She asked me to bring her something back from here.”

“Mm.”

“Why? Are you getting dishes?” You pause, resisting the urge to inspect what you know is a mischievous grin. “What are you even doing here?”

“Just passing through. We went to the churches north of here for class today,” he said.

“Mm…for…? What do you study?”

“Film. I’m on this kinda hybrid directing-cinematography thing right now. I have to pick one or the other at the beginning of next year, but for now, I’m doing both.” He leaned on the display case and promptly stood up again under the scrutiny of the girl at the register. “Damn, she’s kinda scary…anyway, what do you study? Or, I mean, are you in school?”

“Yeah, I am. Not while I’m here—I’m on break, thank goodness. I’m kind of at this, like, point where I’m changing what I want to do again, but like, it’s fine.” You sigh. “This is all to say that yes, I’m in school.”

“But the studying itself is a complicated question?”

“Sure is.”

“Gotcha…” Yuuji leans back to look at the girl at the register, then he glances over his shoulder at the street through the window. It’s starting to crowd with folks who just got off work, and the lights of the night market flicker on. “You busy right now?”

“I’m shopping for dishes, actually.”

“Yeah, but after.”

When you look at him, he’s already watching you, and it makes your breath catch in your throat. Suddenly, you can’t remember if you’d been meaning to do anything in particular after this beyond just heading back to your place.

“I’m not busy,” you murmur. It almost sounds like you say it to yourself, but Yuuji either doesn’t notice or is too nice to say anything.

He shifts closer to you, putting his grinning face squarely in front of yours. “Can I take you to dinner then?”

The version of the town you see alone scarcely measures up to the one you experience with Yuuji. While still rich and vibrant, the world seems to open up for him like a flower. Maybe it’s the way he speaks to people with such ease. Maybe it’s the easy slant of his body against every food cart, eyes always glowing with indiscriminate curiosity. Maybe it’s his alarming awareness—his vigilant observation of his surroundings and subsequent reports back to you of did you see that sign? and oh, wow, that’s a nice song! can you hear it? And he leads you straight to the source: an older man singing and plucking beautifully at his guitar.

The man is leaning against a lamppost. His voice is heavy on the breeze: heavy the way your foot is when it sinks to the bottom of a puddle. Swaddled, engulfed, but dense and present and alive.

You glance at Yuuji, and he’s enamored. Humming and swaying: he shuffles about on the brick street, letting his shoes scrape along their surfaces. The light from the storefronts and windows and streetlamps pours over him in thick streaks of amber. It coats him. He glows.

Then, he’s turning to face you. He’s doing it in playful little swings, drawing his arms up to your forearms. To the gentle, bodied strumming of the guitar, he leads you toward the center of the street, and you follow a clumsy few steps before recollecting yourself.

“Yuuji, the restaurant—”

“It’ll be open in five minutes. That place is open basically twenty-four hours, come on.” He smiles, endearing. “Just one dance.”

He pulls you by the wrist, leading you back to the corner. He takes you easily out of the stream of people and into the empty road. The sound of the guitar—the gentle melodic plucks rising high, the near-sleepy underlying strum—weaves through the air, as light and buttery as the scent of the nearby bakery.

Yuuji holds you to him. You’re not flush against one another, though, not at first. He sighs contentedly, though, when you step in closer, arms draping around his broad shoulders, and holds you gently closer, too.

“See, isn’t this fun?” he teases.

You giggle and sway and nod lazily. His cheek is velvety soft and plush against yours, and it stiffens a little, molding with what you know instinctively is a precious grin.

“Mm,” you hum in his ear. “You’re good at this.”

“At what? Dancing? Oh, I know.”

“No, I meant having fun.”

He adjusts his arms around your waist. “Ah, I see.” There’s a hint of playfulness in his voice. “It makes me happy that you have fun with me.” That sentence, however, is completely earnest—it’s so clear that it makes your heart leap, and you have to shift away to look at his face. “What?”

He’s making that face again. It’s his genuine inquiry face: the one where his eyebrows lift and widen his pretty amber eyes even further, that puffs out his lower lip, turns his mouth down at the corners to make him pout—as if he doesn’t already have you at his whim.

“Nothing,” you say. Why do you say that? Why don’t you tell him that his words made your cheeks burn? “I just wanted to look at you.”

That makes him blush, and he laughs nervously. “Ah…come on,” he says and pulls away until he’s just far enough to take your hand. “We should head to dinner, huh?”

The bistro is dim and small and full of laughter. The tables are spread haphazardly about the room—turned and shoved and finagled nearer and nearer to one another as groups of friends combine and spread. You take note of the walls especially. They’re exposed brick and littered with photos and paintings and posters. It’s comfortable. The warm light from the random lamps and candles and sconces is diffused such that the room feels absolutely frozen in time: devoid of any movement forward or back.

Yuuji says something, but you don’t quite hear him over the hum of conversation and clinking of dishes. He rubs the back of his head…wait, is he apologizing?

Coming closer, you say into his ear: “It’s so special, this place. I like it a lot.”

You’ve been on enough dates to know that this night, this dinner, with Yuuji is certainly one. The way he guides you by the small of your back—just as he had the first day you’d met—in tandem with the not-so-subtle swipes he makes toward your hands, inviting and reinviting you to offer it to him: wanting, careful.

He hops up from your table to run to the bathroom, and when the server comes, rather than asking him to come back, you chance an order for Yuuji, feeling oddly confident in your selection. That feeling—the one blooming in your chest—is one you haven’t felt in a long time. Excitement with a swirling core of comfort at its center: it’s a fluttering that’s warm and cool simultaneously.

You swallow, and the feeling is dampened by something heavier. Unable to keep yourself from looking forward, you see the dark edge of your time with Yuuji, and, though it’s far off, it blankets your thoughts in a subtle layer of dread. How to peel this layer away, you wonder, and how to savor time through the lens of premature missing without it.

In other words, can you let this feeling, the fluttering, flourish? Can you let it take root—let it live, nourish and cherish it—when it scarcely has time to blossom?

“You’re looking pensive.” Yuuji’s voice jars you from your thoughts. “What did I miss?”

“Hm?” You move your hand away from your mouth—had you been biting your nail?—and meet his eyes. “Oh, the server came.” Taking a moment to lay your hands on the table, you pause, then say, “I ordered for you.”

At this, his face lights up. “Really?”

Warmth pricks at the nape of your neck. “Yeah…I hope that’s okay.”

“No, no, yeah, it’s totally cool. I’m excited actually to, uh, see what you picked.”

The heaviness is gone when you look at him.

As you continue talking, your hands drift closer to the center of the table. You pick at the wicker of the bread basket and the tablecloth until something more solid grazes you. Following the sensation with your eyes, you stiffen at the visual. Yuuji’s fingertips lay gingerly over your first knuckles, and he uses his index finger to lead the touch further across your hand. When you inspect his expression, he appears focused, and, when he meets your gaze, a bashful smile tugs at his lips.

“Ah, sorry,” he says and moves to retract his hand, but he’s not fast enough.

You hastily grab his fingers. “No! I mean”—you close your eyes briefly in frustration—“I don’t mind.”

You’re thankful for the lift in tension when the server comes with your food. What you’re not so thankful for, though, is how mystified Yuuji looks now. He eyes his food briefly, then looks at you.

“Have I talked to you about eating here before?”

“Um…I mean, you mentioned that you come here a lot..?”

“No, like, about the food.”

“No?”

Yuuji nods firmly, blinks, then says, “This is what I usually order.”

You ask him if he’s joking, and, laughingly, assures you that he’s not. For the rest of the night after that, as you eat and chat and head back home, that fluttering never subsides. Rather, it grows to a burn: a little fire in your tummy.

He takes your hand. He kisses you goodnight. You watch him head home from your window. He looks back at you over his shoulder. You already want him to come back.

NOW I PLACE MY HAND UPON YOU, THAT YOU BE MY POEM

Each morning in this place reveals that they never get old. You wake up a bit earlier than you had yesterday and—while tempted by the white-gold light trickling between the wispy clouds, the dense fragrant waft from the café, and the clusters of words and laughs that float upon the warm breeze—you ultimately decide to stay in and plan.

When you’d found out you’d be coming here, you’d made a list of a few things you wanted to do. The top among these included exploring the local town alone—an activity you’d been psyching yourself up for over the past few months—and finding a way to catalog some of the memories.

The most obvious way to do this would, theoretically, be taking pictures, but you’ve never really been one for taking pictures of yourself, much less asking random strangers to take them for you, so this was all but out of the question. A friend suggested bringing a Polaroid camera, which you considered, but the ideal ultimately gave way to your final decision: from today onward, you will record five seconds of video and compile them together at the end of the summer.

You find such compilations exceedingly sweet: they flutter through the moments that you decided ultimately to capture, they prick at your waterline and burn in the back of your throat with longing and wistfulness and thank goodness—there’s proof this happened. You hope yours turns out like that, too. You hope there will be such lovely things worth remembering.

The app you downloaded for it on your phone seems easy enough to use: hit record, select project, repeat. It compiles them for you (which you’re thankful for since video editing is hard enough on the computer let alone on your phone), so all you have to do is find the moments. Find them and remember to save them.

In your notebook, you put to paper the list you’d been constructing in your mind. This only lasts a few items, though, because after a brief moment you find yourself staring wistfully out the window, chewing the end of your pen absentmindedly.

On the street just outside your building, you see a group of university students, and the flash of pink among their ranks makes your heart leap. You tell yourself that he seems busy, that you shouldn’t text him—you are perfectly content spending some time on your own.

You are. That’s why you gather your things and head down to the bakery across the street—not the café. That’s why you make yourself look away each time your eyes raise to that picture window, clear as day, to watch his silhouette. That’s why you shake yourself and busy your hands with scribbling or picking at your scone, each time your heart aches.

Love has been equated to countless sensations, given endless names, drawn over the most extensive of similes and metaphors. For you, though, it’s quite simple: love is in the wanting. It is in the natural gravity of bodies toward each other. It is in the conscious decision to be closer. It is in the subconscious shifting, the unconscious mirroring. Love is choosing, again and again, to act when natural forces could guide you just as easily.

It’s calling someone up because you want to hear their voice again. It’s taking someone’s hand when brushing knuckles had been enough only moments before. It’s seeing someone through a window and hearing their voice in your head, their laugh.

You return your attention to your notebook, and, forgetting what the rest of your sentence was meant to be, you close it. Yuuji is leaving the café across the street. He sees you. Breaking from his friends, he jogs across the street and beams when he gets to your table.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he says. His voice is sweet. “I was hoping I would see you today.”

“Well, here I am.” You internally curse yourself. Well, here I am? Are you kidding?

Thankfully, though, Yuuji chuckles, then hums. “Here you are.”

I WHISPER WITH MY LIPS CLOSE TO YOUR EAR

You haven’t gone out yet today. You haven’t gone out yet, and you’re wondering if—at this point—you’re even going to bother.

The days have been long. They’ve been full of excessive internal translation, missed phone calls from home, and miscounting change so many times in a row that you briefly consider opening a local bank account just so you can avoid using cash forever. All of this, and you haven’t been able to hang out with the only person you know in this town for nearly a week. He’s a student, after all, who’s here to study.

The two of you stare at each other dumbly for a moment. Yuuji looks remarkably like he’s just turned up here on accident: his eyes are wide, eyebrows raised and alert. It forces a laugh through your nose, and the sound appears to bring him back to Earth.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he says. “You know, I wasn’t totally sure this was where you lived”—he glanced up at the ceiling briefly—“but I’m glad I followed my gut.”

“What’re you doing here?”

He rubs the back of his head. “Ah, well, I haven’t seen ya in a couple days, and I wanted to see if maybe you were free to do something.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess you don’t have my number…” you say, already stepping aside to let him in. “Not sure I’m gonna give it to you now since the default is apparently you showing up on my doorstep.”

“You into that?”

“Oh, I definitely am. It was very cute,” you tease.

You attempt to make quick work of showing him around, but Yuuji is easily distracted. He lingers in doorways, at the edges of counters and tables, hands itching to pass through your little piles of paper and memorabilia. He asks what’s yours, what’s not. What you brought from home.

Eventually, the tour ends in the kitchen, where your lunch remains half-made on the counter.

“What’re you makin’?” he asks, stopping you with a hand on the wrist.

“Oh, I was just making…whatever I had around,” you say, chuckling. “I didn’t really have a plan.”

He pushes his lips out a little, bobs his head, and turns to the counter. “You want me to cook for you?”

So, you agree to let Yuuji cook for you. Unsure of what to expect, you hover behind him as he collects more ingredients, rifles through your pantry for dishes, and clears a prep space for himself. Much to your surprise, he seems perfectly comfortable in the kitchen, though, and not in the reckless sort of way—in the way that only comes from hours of experience—and his demeanor brings a fluttering feeling to the base of your throat, a hum to your heart.

You come to stand behind him at the counter, watching over his shoulder as he measures oil.

“You cook a lot usually?” you ask gently in his ear. You don’t want to break his concentration, but that desire is not stronger than the one to hear his voice.

“Oh, yeah…a lot…actually…” Yuuji spoke slowly, not taking his attention away from the measuring spoon. He dumps the liquid into the bowl. “I remember when I first started cooking for Megumi—man, that dude has the funniest reactions to shit, I’m telling you.” He chuckles, then looks over at you finally before continuing, “Yeah, when I first cooked for him, he was all like, ‘Itadori. You’re gonna burn the kitchen down,’ and like, obviously I didn’t.” He smiles brightly to himself at the memory. “He makes me cook for him all the time now.”

“I have high expectations for this, then,” you say, voice thick with fondness despite its soft, airy tone.

Now that he’s finished with his task, you take the opportunity to drape your arms around his waist. Flush against his back, you can feel the subtle ways his firm back draws and flexes with each movement, each tiny adjustment, until his body is perfectly settled where he needs it.

Yuuji giggles and shakes his head. He feels around for another measuring spoon. “Well, don’t put ‘em too high. Can’t be disappointing you.”

I SHOULD HAVE MADE MY WAY STRAIGHT TO YOU LONG AGO

“Are you busy tomorrow?” Yuuji asks, staring at you.

Curled up on the bed beside you, he’s been watching you fold clothes for the better part of the last half hour.

You glance over at him, then chuckle. He looks so earnest—like he’s expecting you to possibly have anything to do beyond whatever he’s about to suggest.

“No, Yuuji, I’m not busy tomorrow.”

“Okay, great,”—he scrambles to sit up, scooting closer to you—“because I want to take you somewhere special.”

Giggling, you set the last towel in the basket. “Oh yeah?”

When you turn your head, you find him much closer than you’d expected, but you don’t startle, and neither does he. He laughs a bit through his nose, and you watch as his gaze raises slowly from your mouth to your eyes.

“Hey,” he says, voice low.

“Hey,” you say back.

“Um, I think you’re really gonna like what we do tomorrow. It’s in this place we all got to go at the start of our program, when we all like, uh, arrived,” he whispers, edging closer to you as he does. By the time he speaks again, the tip of his nose is brushing yours. “And uh, it was funny because…we uh…aren’t…”

“You’re still talking.”

“Sorry.”

There’s silence for a moment, and it sits in the air between your mouths, hanging—suspended in sap, crystalizing. Mindlessly, you wet your lower lip with your tongue, and you swear you can taste the sugar in the air. You two spend a few moments like that: breathing slowly into each other, acutely watching for those little shifts, the little nudges forward, teases toward closing the gap.

Yuuji becomes impatient first. He giggles. It’s an incredulous, airy sound—like he can’t believe you still haven’t kissed yet. And he really can’t; he says as much under his breath before laying his hand, warm and smooth, at the base of your head and finally comes closer.

It’s a slow beginning. His mouth hovers just before yours for a split second, and his lips drag up onto yours. They’re dry and soft, and he somehow applies the perfect pressure; you might think he’d somehow practiced, rehearsed, for this moment, but the giddy chuckle that comes out of him when you remember to kiss him back ruins the sensation so beautifully that you know he’s thinking about as much as you are right now—which is not at all.

Even as Yuuji lifts you into his lap, even as his arms snake around your waist, even as you giggle and sigh against his mouth, neither of you pushes any further. You swirl your fingers delicately in his hair, carefully combing the soft strands, and he holds you firmly, drawing half-minded designs between your shoulder blades. Just this, you think. Just this closeness is enough for now.

You don’t know why you’re surprised to find Yuuji alone when you meet him at the edge of town the next morning, but you are. He’d never said explicitly that this would be just the two of you, but nearly all of your activities thus far had at least started with the façade of being in a group. You’d all four meet someplace, then one way or another, you and Yuuji would inevitably split off—leading by entire city blocks or falling so far behind that you’d lose sight of Megumi and Nobara altogether. Not that you minded, really.

“Hey,” he says warmly, that usual smile tingeing his features at the sight of you.

And it really is at the mere sight of you, too, because even before you’d been within earshot, you’d caught him watching you absently, expression unabashedly dreamy.

“Good morning.” You shade your eyes from the sun beaming from just above his head. “How’d you beat me here?”

“Got excited,” he admits.

This, too, is unabashed—accompanied by his hands grazing your forearms, testing the boundary, waiting to see if you pull away. He hums contentedly when you make the move to take his hands.

“You didn’t eat yet, right?” He cocks an eyebrow at you.

“You said not to, so here I am, hungry and caffeine-free.”

“Not for long,” he promises, folding his fingers between yours. He watches your hands briefly, then continues, “I’ll get ya fed as soon as I can.”

Then, he’s leading you even farther from down and, eventually down a dirt path into what appears to be the forest.

“Yuuji, where exactly are we going?”

“I know it looks super sketchy right now, but I swear it’s not. You’re gonna love it.”

You do notice as he leads you that the greenery lining the road is tended to. The branches are cleanly kept just the right distance from the ground so that there’s a large, arch-like clearance. The grasses and bushes are full and long but trimmed, and, as you approach the bend of the hill, a subtle stone gateway comes into view. There’s no sign, but you can see the rows and rows of trees—all speckled with red fruit.

“Oh my gosh,” you say. “There’s an orchard this close?”

He beams at your excitement. “Right? And they let local people pay to pick some for themselves. Which,”—he tucks you under his arm, mouth coming just next to your ear—“is exactly why we’re here.” He nudges your temple with his nose. “You like?”

“I like.” You confirm your answer by turning and pressing a chaste peck to his mouth.

It’s the first kiss you’ve shared since the previous night, and a cool wash of relief comes over you both.

“Thank fuck, I’ve been wanting to kiss you all morning, but I wasn’t sure—”

“Me either.” You laugh. “’S okay, though. Next time you wanna kiss me…please do.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks, and, when he does, you can hear the grin in his voice.

He takes your chin between his forefinger and thumb and kisses you again, with more substance. With more warmth and more sweetness, with your smiles breaking your lips apart and inviting the summer air between you.

The orchard is beautiful, and, while you do pick quite a lot of fruit, most of it is spent on your tongue before you even leave the dark underbelly of the canopy. Yuuji, with every few fruits, comes behind you and dangles a cherry or two right in front of your mouth.

“Ah,” he prompts, holding his mouth open like he wants you to.

“Aren’t you gonna eat any of them? I’ve had plenty.”

“Well, you know, I would, but interestingly, no one has fed me any.”

You laugh and take the fruit from him, raise your eyebrows, and turn to hold it in front of his mouth.

“You mean like this?”

“Uh-huh,” he says, holding your gaze as he takes it into his mouth.

Squealing, you tug your fingers away. You turn and sort through your collected cherries. “I’m surprised you haven’t asked me the cherry stem question yet.”

“Cherry stem question?”

“Oh, you know, ‘can you tie a cherry stem with your tongue?’”

“Oh…can you?”

You snort. “Can you?”

“I’ve never tried…” Yuuji admits. Then, he’s behind you again, arms around your midsection. “You want me to?”

“Listen, I don’t care one way or the other.”

Yuuji snorts, nudging against your temple. “Why’d you bring it up then, huh?”

You hum and lay your head back on his shoulder. “Anyway, I think I’m done picking. My basket’s full.”

He chuckles in your ear, and, once your things are all wrapped and prepared, the two of you head out of the orchard. The sun is inching away from the center of the sky.

Yuuji’s arm comes to drape around your waist, his hand falling against the swell of your hip.

“Hungry?” he asks. “I’ve still barely fed you.”

You move your bag to your other arm, and he takes the opportunity to press in closer to your side.

“I am hungry,” you answer. “Cherries aren’t especially filling.”

“Oh, you don’t have to convince me. I think my stomach is going to digest itself.”

Yuuji seems like he wants to say more, but something distracts him. He eyes you for a moment then ducks down to kiss you. It’s sweet and brief, a gust over your unsuspecting mouth. He tastes like cherry juice and sunscreen. He accidentally breaks from you by smiling too widely—of course, he does—and you chuckle.

“Sorry,” he says, letting his thumb drift lazily over your cheek. “Got excited.”

I WILL LEAVE ALL AND COME AND MAKE THE HYMNS OF YOU

You’ve never been sure how to feel about bucket lists. On one hand, it could make sense for people to set goals about life experiences—this life is a finite resource. On the other, though, it, as you put it to Yuuji and Nobara one night after a glass of wine, “is a little grim, huh? Measuring the like…relative distance we still have to cover before we die.”

They, of course, took the wine away after that, but Nobara egged you on further.

“I’ve got to find out what sorts of things our precious little visitor has on her bucket list.”

“I don’t have a bucket list.”

“I do,” Yuuji interjected. Then, ignoring Nobara when she insisted that nobody asked, he continued, “It has a lot of things on it, and like, I’ve done a lot of ‘em, so I keep coming up with more.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm, and it used to be just like, the basic stuff. You know, um, like, ‘study for my dream job,’ ‘live abroad,’” he said, gesturing to the room with a grin. “‘Skinny dipping. I don’t know, that sort of stuff.”

“Skinny dipping?” you repeated. “I’ve never done that.”

“No? Do you want to?”

That’s more or less how you ended up following Yuuji away from Megumi’s apartment and through the street. The lack of humidity is striking, and the breeze slips along the crook of your bare neck, and it feels almost cold on your damp skin.

“Yuuji, this isn’t allowed, is it?” you ask.

The grass whisks away the bricks underfoot, and the ground feels softer—almost pliable. Like it could swallow you. Maybe that’s the wine, though, or maybe it’s how intensely you can feel Yuuji’s hand in yours. You are scarcely able to notice the world beyond the pull of his calloused fingertips over your knuckles. He’s facing away from you, leading you in perfectly blissful ignorance of your surroundings to the edge of the water.

Then, he’s looking at you, and you know you’re in too deep. It’s there for a moment before he begins undressing, but you catch it: Yuuji looks at you like he’s cradling your face in his hands, like you consume his field of vision. Like you’re the world.

The sun has been down for over an hour, and, while the air is almost cool, the water is warm. You push out of your shoes and bottoms, then strip your top off, dropping it into a pile on the sand. The birdsongs dwindle in the few trees behind the beach. The water calmly laps at the shore.

Yuuji, of course, is in the water first. He wails dramatically at the slight chill, and you laugh, following after him with an ease that should surprise you but doesn’t. You let yourself live, then, in what you will come to call the delusion of Itadori Yuuji.

It isn’t that he is delusional but that he imparts it on you, makes you wistful, and lets you believe that you are special among all things. You’re sure—or rather you convince yourself—ultimately, that he must make everyone feel that way. He’s among a rank of people that illuminates the world with their endearing glances and effortless accommodation to the tiny shifts in your body language. Even among those, Yuuji’s attention is the sweetest, the purest, the most genuine, and lacking in any motivation beyond making you happy—Yuuji is special among those who seem special, too.

After tonight, you tell yourself that you will take care not to let this feeling fester too heavily. This is just fun, right? That’s what it must be with a stranger in a new place.

With someone you’ll never see again.

The water brings you back down to Earth from wherever you’d been floating. It’s fresh and cool, and it moves around you in weak sinks and swells.

“Yuuji,” you call, reaching in his direction.

He comes to you. His hand is warm when it circles your wrist: familiar.

“Having fun yet?” he asks.

“Cold.” Your pout is apparent when you reply, and he laughs.

“Well, you are naked and wet in the dark. Not exactly a cozy combo.”

You groan and continue forward until the water comes up to cover your chest. Then, you let out a little scream. Yuuji comes up behind you, slipping his arms around your waist and clutching you against his firm chest. He laughs in your ear when you throw your arms above your head and cheer—congratulating yourself on having done it.

“Yuuji,” you say, laying your head back against his shoulder. “Yuuji, I love being with you so much.”

The stars are beautiful, only partially obscured by the shadow of his hair. His grip around you tightens.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” you confirm. As if to punctuate this further, you release a deep breath in a contented sigh through your nose. “Wanna be with you all the time.”

When his lips touch your hairline, they’re smiling. He leans down to give a long kiss to the corner of your eye and another to your temple. His mouth comes close to your ear, and he murmurs: “I’ll stay with you, okay?”

“Forever?”

If in this moment you hadn’t still been intoxicated and sleepy, you, firstly, never would have asked him that, but, more so, you wouldn’t have had to learn through recollection that just here, Yuuji is sad.

It’s apparent in the weight of his sigh when it lands on the shell of your ear. It’s apparent in the way he tucks you tenderly closer, in the way he closes his eyes—eyelashes tracing sweetly against your skin.

Now, though, these gestures just feel purely loving to you. They feel like he’s trying to swallow you up, envelop you, and he is, you think.

“We should get out of here,” he says. “You need to sleep.”

At this, you whine and twist, forcing yourself round to face him. Once you do, you push your face into his neck, kiss his pulse point, and embrace his midsection.

“Stay with me,” you say. “I’ll miss you.”

YOU HAVE NOT KNOWN WHAT YOU ARE, YOU HAVE SLUMBER’D UPON YOURSELF ALL YOUR LIFE

The light is beautiful. It’s beautiful on its own; peachy and blinding, it smells of the bread baking down the road and, faintly, of the oregano from the garden in your building’s courtyard. Even as the sun begins to set, it’s warm. It peeks between Yuuji’s fingers when he brings a hand to his hair, pushing it away from his forehead.

That, too, is beautiful. His face is pink with a combination of the sun and his own bashfulness, cheeks peaked with a grin as he looks at you, sat back on his heels.

“You can’t look at me like that,” he says, lowering his eyes. “I might get the wrong idea.”

In the past couple of weeks, a more solid routine has developed between you and Yuuji. The mornings are pretty much fair game for you since he has a majority of his coursework and activities then, but once he’s done, the game is on. Most of the days you just wander around, but sometimes you’ll visit nearby neighborhoods or beg him to take you to whatever tourist location was next on your list.

The early evenings, though, are a different story. Those, you spend largely in your apartment. In the lull between whatever you’d done and what you had prepared for after sunset, the two of you recharge. You cook together. You talk, you watch films and share music. You exist together. Today, you weren’t doing any of those things. No, today, you recharge by touching.

You reach for him, and his shoulders are firm and smooth under your hands. You hum, and the sound winds up into a little chuckle.

“What could that be?”

“I dunno, maybe that you like me,” he jokes. “That you think I’m pretty.”

The words sound strange when he says them like that: as if it’s not already apparent that not only do you like him—as if he’s not objectively pretty. You frown slightly and, when he comes in close enough, you move a hand to the back of his neck and meet his eyes.

“Yuuji, that’s not the wrong idea.”

He laughs and shakes his head, the tip of his nose catching on yours as he does. “Hey now, don’t tease me.”

“Yuuji,” you say, trying to be stern. You fail, of course, as his hands come under your back, pressing you up into him. “Yuuji, shut up, you’re pretty.”

The laughter continues, but it comes, this time, as a giggle into your neck, one you mirror into his ear, and, as much as you love him close—as you love him this close, especially—you nudge him away.

His upper body is strong and built, the rigid curves of his muscles padded over with the gentle plush of relaxation. His skin is like honey: rich and smooth save for the scars and freckles, little bumps and abrasions that quiver when you draw your fingers over them in lieu of asking where they’d come from. Those things don’t matter anyway, not right now.

Not when he’s right here and his breath is catching in his throat, when you can’t tell if he’s nervous or excited. When he chuckles, the sound is airy and sweet and buzzing with that stunning purity characteristic of all of Yuuji’s sounds.

He takes his lower lip between his teeth. “C’mere,” he says, and takes you against him more intentionally. It’s clear that he’s had enough of your leading.

You make a noise of surprise when he hoists you up into his lap. In this position—with him flat on his back, his thighs keeping you sitting up—you feel particularly vulnerable. That warm, pre-sunset afternoon glow illuminates you, sets you alight with fresh exposure. You’re still wearing your tee shirt, though; it’s the light itself. It’s the air that makes you feel so seen, so looked at.

Yuuji smooths his strong hands over your thighs where they lay, parted, at his sides. He takes his time guiding them up to your hips. He’s patient. It’s not in a restrained sort of way, either. It’s not as if he wants to be going any faster. He’s savoring you, watching your legs mold under his grip, and you can tell from the look of curiosity—of near bewilderment—on his face. His brows are furrowed, his lower lip tucked securely between his teeth, and the bridge of his nose is wrinkled with some combination of concentration and thought. Yuuji’s expression softens, though, when his eyes return to your face.

Your expression must be a hair too solemn for him because he brings a hand up and slides it to hold the curve of your jaw.

“What’s up?”

How can someone who touches you like this not stay?

There are so many platitudes about the “purposes” of peoples’ entrances into your life, and, ordinarily, you don’t give too much value to them. Since you’ve met Yuuji, though—or, more realistically, since you’ve started wanting to keep him—they’ve been floating around in your head, these platitudes. One of them says something along the lines of how it doesn’t matter how long someone stays in your life, and what matters is the “impact” they made on you during that time.

And you can’t help but think that’s kind of cruel. Maybe it’s selfish, but while the thought of saying goodbye at the end of the summer is painful, what really makes your chest ache is the idea of trying and failing to make it work from across the world. Of missing all of him but his voice. Until when?

But what is the point of asking Yuuji that now? What’s the point of making him wonder, too, when this pretty sun will meet its horizon? Because surely, he knows it will, too.

You shake your head, smile absently, and assure him: “Nothing.”

He chuckles through his nose then lets out a long breath and slides his hands down your arms. They slip gingerly under the hem when they reach it, and they’re rough on the soft skin of your waist. He watches your face as he touches you this time, and you can feel something—maybe gravity—begging his gaze to drop once again to his hands.

Being with Yuuji is not dreamlike, you decide. Rather, it is dreaming itself—floating miles above the Earth.

“Yuuji.”

“Hm?”

“What’re you thinking?”

He’s quiet for a moment longer, keeping his eyes low. Then, he smiles. It’s not his usual smile, though. It’s subdued, almost directed at himself rather than at anyone else.

“Mm…just thinking about how much I like you.”

In any other situation, you might laugh out of sheer awkwardness, but you can’t. Not when he’s looking at you like that: like you’re a mirage, a treasure. Instead, then, you fold over him. You close the gap between your faces and, babying his chin with your fingers, kiss him.

Talking, sorting your thoughts out into coherent sentences, is hard. It’s hard to tell him how much it means to hear him say that. Hard to explain how much you have to fight not to disbelieve it. Kissing, though? Kissing is easy.

He cradles you when you kiss him. Yuuji holds as much of you in his arms as he can and savors you. He kisses you simultaneously like you’re the only thing he’s ever sought after in his life and like you were dropped in his lap directly from heaven.

Like this, that bitter feeling in your throat is soothed. The doubt is quieted for a few moments longer.

NO PLEASURE WAITING FOR OTHERS, BUT AN EQUAL PLEASURE WAITS FOR YOU.

“So, how’s that video thingy going?”

Yuuji sets his chin on your shoulder, a welcome patch of warmth in the cool evening air.

There’s a field just beyond the farthest reaches of the neighborhood. Really, it’s a small few meters of grass between the town’s edge and the cliffside. The plants are unkempt, and they burst from the ground in wild, uneven bunches. You’ve eaten here, come to read your books or draw or write, but it’s better tonight because the stars are out—and because Yuuji suggested you bring a thicker blanket to put down.

“Pretty good, I think. I keep forgetting to check it and like, make sure I’ve actually filmed stuff, but, well, here. Let’s see…”

You bite your lip, scroll back to the beginning of the footage, and let it play. From there, the clips start. The app has put a song lightly over it, and the melody underscores the raw audio incidentally, and you rub the edge of your thumbnail with your index finger, paying close attention—both reminiscing and also carding through your mind to see if maybe a better song would fit this clip or that one.

As the montage draws closer to the current day, you open your mouth to say something to Yuuji but stop short. The next clip that plays is not one you remember recording. So is the next one, and the next.

They’re of you, these mystery clips. From afar, from above, from behind, from angles you could never get on your own: they follow you, cradle and savor you. You look ridiculous. You laugh. You’re clumsy and thinking and making weird faces, and it takes you a moment to realize it, but these, too, are curated.

The ones you’d picked, of course, were curated. They’re what you thought you’d want to remember, what you thought was beautiful, and what you wanted whoever watched this to see. But these are different.

“Yuuji…” You take your time looking over at him. “Did you take these?”

“Sure did.” He shifts so he can look at you better. After a few moments of silence, his expression shifts into one of discomfort. “Was, um, was that okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I mean…I just didn’t…I didn’t know, obviously, uh.” You sit up. Scooting, you angle your body to face him. “When—How did you take these? When did you have my phone?”

“Baby, you ask me to hold your stuff all the time,” he says, mouth quirking into another smile. He leans toward you, setting his fingers over yours and pressing them gently into the blanket. “Honestly, I was like, one hundred percent sure you knew I was doing it.”

You pout, then glance at your phone again. “I look like shit in this one,” you say, chuckling as you point to the clip.

He giggles. Then, shaking his head, says, “What? No you don’t. You never look like shit.”

“You’re just biased since you like me,” you tease.

“Nah, that’s not it…It’s more like, I’m biased because I’m in love with you.”

You always thought that the reactions to confessions you’d read about in books or seen in movies were dramatic. Surely, surely they see it coming. Surely they never feel as excellently blindsided as they act.

You learn just now that you have been wrong about that. You learn, too, that—more than anything else—you are so afraid of what this means.

“Yuuji…Yuuji…you’re not…”

He gives you a moment to elaborate, but when you don’t, he says, “I’m…not? Why not?” He pauses again, nose wrinkled a little in confusion.

You don’t have a good answer for him. How can you explain succinctly that, over these past couple of months, you’ve both convinced yourself that your relationship could never work out and fallen hopelessly in love with him? How can you explain that you’ve come to the conclusion that he is far too good—too special—to be asked to prolong some throwaway summer romance with a nobody like you?

“Why not?” he repeats. He wants you to tell him. His mind, you’re sure, is blank for options because he just can’t imagine them. Or maybe he can. “Are you um…are you worried I’m lying?” He looks down, mulling that over, then shakes his head. “Because…you know me, you know I don’t just…I wouldn’t tell you I love you if I didn’t mean it.” He bites the inside of his cheek, then meets your eyes fiercely.

Yuuji, while always gentle with you—as you’ve learned—feels intensely. His emotions burn, eat him up, swallow him, and he needs them to be known. The way he looks, the way he interacts with the world, is his way of putting up in lights: this is what you make me feel. He’s not the best with words most of the time, so he has to choose them carefully, wrap them in their proper exteriors.

After thinking for a second, trying once again to rationalize this racing, nerve-led pulse, you reply. “It’s easy to love someone in a place like this, but I promise you that you don’t. You don’t know me without these beautiful fucking hills or live music or delicious local coffee—”

He cuts you off. The words burst out of him, unable to be contained. “Or baking even though the sun is about to come up or talking about books in some random bookstore until the owner kicks us out or falling asleep in the middle of the afternoon because the light is so warm, and you’re so pretty especially when you lay your head on my chest like that…Yeah, it’s really easy to think I love you during all of those times.”

Yuuji takes a breath, then continues: “How did you know which sandwich I wanted without asking? And…and how did you know I’d love that movie before we even watched it? Or—Or that I would forget my bag if you hadn’t grabbed it? Listen, you might not know my birthday or my blood type or whatever, but…you know me. I think I know you, too. I mean…don’t you think so?”

He watches you for a second, and you have to look away from him because the visual breaks your heart. His shoulders have fallen uncharacteristically low: deflated. His brows are drawn, his mouth in a frown that tries so so hard to remain shallow.

“Yeah…”

“Then…” he says your name. Then he says it again. “What’s wrong?”

You stare at your hands in your lap. You stare so intensely, unwilling to lift your gaze because you know he’ll be there to match it with his amber eyes. You know they’ll be clear and swimming with adoration. Yuuji always looks like that—like you mapped the stars onto the vast expanse of sky above, like you’d done something remarkable by just being.

He says your name. “Look at me,” he breathes. “Please.” He sounds so sad. His voice is ordinarily so vibrant, his presence so large, but in this question, he has made himself small. Small enough to fit in your ear and beg.

When you do look at him, it’s everything you’d been afraid of. He’s pleading and earnest, and you’re in love with him.

“I’ll never see you again.”

“Why not?”

Why not, indeed. What’s stopping you aside from the ocean? Aside from the very boundary that separates this fantasy life from your very real one back home?

The capsules of our lives are broken by circumstance again and again—so why now can you not choose to break it yourself? To let its insides gush out onto the ground to be remade as you like?

Your vision is blurrier than before when Yuuji draws you back out of your head and into the world. He says your name, and the sound of it settles in your chest, begs you to curl around it, push it inside. Deeper, deeper, please.

Stay close to me.

“Why not?” you repeat back to him. His hands are gentle when they hold yours.

“Yeah,” he says. “Why won’t you see me again?”

“Yuuji…we met here,” you begin. Your voice is quiet, wavering. Your life will go back to normal, you explain. You have school and your friends, and you live far from this place. “And you do, too, Yuuji, and summer is going to end.”

A beat of silence passes. Then, Yuuji asks what you mean.

“Sure it is,” he adds. “Does…were you thinking this, uh, we’re just like…a summer thing?”

The unease in his voice makes you hesitate, but you nod. “I-I mean…not because I wanted it to be, but like…you know. How could it not be? People always say they’re going to stay in touch. That they’ll call or whatever—‘make it work,’ but they don’t. They don’t call, Yuuji.”

You ramble on along the same tangent line for a moment longer before a whimper, a small, pitiful sound, breaks through, and you cover your mouth with your hand.

The field is quiet save for your ragged breathing. A dog barks nearby. Yuuji takes you carefully by the shoulders.

“I want you. I wanna be with you in whatever way you’re willing to take me. But, baby, have you really been thinking that way the whole time?” He comes closer, takes your face in his hands, and he can’t contain his chuckle when he notices your shocked expression.

“I…I don’t know. I just…it…it didn’t really occur to me that you’d want—”

“I don’t know where home is for you, but I live in Tokyo, and I have a fully functioning cell phone. I’m gonna call you. I’m gonna call you so many damn times you have to block me.”

He grins. The hot weight in your throat lightens slightly. It slicks with the smallest coating of relief, and warm air fills your mouth, sneaking in between your lips, slightly parted in shock because did he say—?

“What?”

“I go to school in Tokyo.”

A cool rush of air passes between you. The grass tangles and untangles, ticking. The ocean laps at the rocky beach somewhere in the distance. Someone shouts, then, joined by another voice suddenly, laughs. They laugh together. Then, once again, as the sky further darkens, it is quiet.

“Of course, you do.”

Yuuji tosses his head back and beams at the sky. He looks at you next; he takes your face in both of his hands and kisses you. He kisses you over and over. He kisses you quick and hasty and like he’ll die if he doesn’t feel your mouth on his right this second.

Then, you make him pause, breathe, and he laughs. It’s melodic and clear, and it bubbles out of him in long, sweet tendrils. You hold his face in both of your hands and just let yourself look.

For the first time, the burning fog begins to clear. There is no heavy longing in your chest when you see him. In this moment, there is only hope, and it spreads to meet the horizon. It runs as far and wide as it can. It lets you stay here in this dream for now, fearlessly.

Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are provided, nothing is scanted,

Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui, what you are picks its way.

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LORD HAVE MERCY CAUSE IM ABOUT TO BUST

When Yuuji drops by Megumi's room, he's in for a surprise.

Part 1 can be found here

Pairing: Megumi x Reader (female) x Yuuji

Word Count: 8k

Genre: 18+, smut, fluff

Warnings: dirty talk, fingering, lots of oral, cum eating, threesome (only kissing and oral so far). It's basically lots of smut and fluff between all three of them! All characters are of age. Minors don't interact! 18+ content!

Another typical Thursday evening in the Jujutsu Academy dormitories: Nobara is painting her nails, Maki is beating up Toge and calling it practice, Gojo is annoying Nanami with his gossip... and you are on your back on Megumi's bed making out with him while he has two long fingers up your throbbing pussy.

You're breathing heavily, grinding down onto your boyfriend's talented fingers, thinking that he's just too good at this, and it's not fair how stupid he can fuck you just with his hands. He's taking his time with you, though, slow pumps and the occasional quick flick of his thumb over your needy clit. He's gonna drive you wild tonight.

Your hand is running through his unruly black hair, tugging on it as you pull his head down for another sensual kiss. You feel Megumi's erection pressing against your thigh, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum on your skin where he slowly ruts against you.

Another bolt of desire shoots through you at the thought of getting your mouth on his gorgeous dick.

But right when you are about to whisper to him what you want, there's a loud knock on the door.

The two of you jump apart. What the fuck?? Seriously, can't you even have some alone time with your boyfriend? You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from groaning at the loss of Megumi's fingers inside you. He's not happy either about the disturbance, cursing under his breath and glaring at the door.

"What??"

You quickly pull the blanket over the two of you to cover your naked bodies in case the visitor decides to come inside.

But then you hear a very familiar voice answering through the door:

"Hey, Fushiguro! I'm back from training. You wanna grab something to eat?"

Yuuji.

You feel your face get hot. Ever since that night when you made Yuuji cum through the wall while you were getting fucked by Megumi, you get a bit flustered when running into him.

It's not that he's treating you any differently. There are no lewd comments or touches. He's the sweet sunshine-boy, just like before. If it weren't for the deep gazes he sometimes sends your way, you would think the three of you never had some kind of threesome. But that doesn't mean you don't think about it constantly. Or about him in general.

In fact, Yuuji has been on your mind a lot. And on Megumi's too. Your boyfriend keeps on mentioning him while the two of you fuck, asking you if you think about his best friend.

Do you think Yuuji would feel different inside you? Would his cock stretch you open differently? How fast could he make you cum? Would you like to know, baby?

And you can't deny it. You've been craving to repeat that one night. It's only been a week, but you'll lose your mind if you can't hear Yuuji's needy moans again soon. But anytime you were in Megumi's room Yuuji was busy somewhere else.

But now? Now he is right there in front of the door. You bite your lip hard and press your thighs together. You are already so wet from Megumi finger-fucking you, but now there's even more wetness coating your folds.

Megumi's hand lands on your thigh and squeezes it, and then he answers his best friend through the door, voice low and husky:

"Come in! I have something to eat for you."

You draw in a sharp breath, but it turns into a soft moan. Is he really suggesting what you think?? You turn to look at him, blushing furiously now, to see a smirk on his pretty face and that familiar glint in his dark blue eyes that tells you he did indeed mean what you suspect.

The door handle moves, and your heart is beating up to your throat while your pussy is throbbing with desire. And then he walks into the room, wearing light grey sweatpants and a yellow shirt, his pink hair still a bit moist from the shower he just took, a big happy smile on his handsome face.

And you are here on the bed, your naked body barely covered by Megumi's blanket, pussy so wet that it's embarrassing, and you can't help but blush even deeper when Yuuji's surprised gaze lands on you.

His light brown eyes widen.

"Oh... (name)? I didn't know you are here tonight."

But he's not blushing. He's not flustered or shy about this, you realize. There's only curiosity in his gaze as it wanders from you to your boyfriend, who's sitting on the bed next to you.

Yuuji's gaze is lingering on Megumi when he asks:

"You want some alone time? I can go over to my room..." "Why don't you keep us company, Itadori?" As he says that, Megumi's hand twists in the blanket and tugs on it, making it slip out of your fingers and fall down, revealing your bared tits. You don't even have time to react because Yuuji's gaze already snaps back to you, and you see it trail over your full breasts, your hard nipples, and then he makes that noise: One of those sexy little whimpers that drove you crazy when hearing them through the wall. And it has the same effect on you now. You don't recognize your own voice when you croak throatily: "Yes, please stay, Yuuji." You are rewarded by Megumi flashing you one of his rare dazzling smiles, which always make him look so beautiful that it's almost unearthly. And then he leans over to kiss your cheek and whisper to you: "Good girl." The praise makes your eyelids flutter, and a desperate-sounding moan finds its way out of your mouth. You know how much Megumi wanted this: To have you and Yuuji both. The thought alone is enough to make you tremble with pleasure. And after all, it's what you want too. It has been playing over and over in your fantasies since that night. And the third player in this little sexy game you are playing seems to be just as eager as the two of you. Because Yuuji is already yanking off his shirt, ruffling his hair in the process, before throwing it carelessly onto Megumi's desk chair, followed by his sweat pants and socks. And he doesn't stop at that.

You are still busy drooling over his gorgeous lean muscled figure, the toned arms and broad chest, and those damn fine abs which lead to that v-line that looks so lickable! But Yuuji isn't one to waste time when being offered an opportunity like this. Before you can prepare yourself for it, he's already pulling down his red boxers, too, revealing his semi-hard thick cock, which is just as gorgeous and mouth-watering as the rest of him. Your cheeks are burning, and another moan escapes your lips as your fingers dig into the mattress beneath you.

Oh, fuck oh, fuck oh, fuck!! This is really happening!

Yuuji is standing naked in front of you, his cock growing harder every second because he's horny for you and your boyfriend! And he's walking over to the bed now. He's gonna touch you, and you're gonna touch him, and oh god!! You are slightly aware of Megumi moving beside you, and then the blanket that was pooling around your waist gets yanked off you completely, and you hear Megumi's husky voice: "That's what I meant when I promised you something to eat. Want to try her pussy, Yuuji?" The whine that escapes your lips is embarrassingly needy, and the way your hips yerk at Megumi's words makes you feel like a total slut. But who could blame you? It's so fucking hot the way your boyfriend offers you to his best friend. Yuuji is kneeling on the bed now, right in front of you, and his brown eyes are shining with lust as he lets his hungry gaze travel over your naked body.

You feel a bit shy under his intense gaze, keeping your thighs pressed together, but your pussy is throbbing with need. Yuuji's eyes meet yours, burning into them. His voice is sweet like honey, though, so warm and gentle when he asks you: "Would you like that? I really want to. Want to kiss and lick your sweet pussy until you cum on my tongue. Is that ok? Do you want that, sweetheart?" Your heart is hammering in your chest. Yes, yes, yes! You want that more than anything!

But you're also nervous all of a sudden. So far, Megumi is the only one who touched you, the only one who buried his face between your thighs and made you cry out his name as he licked you to completion. And while you know that Yuuji is a sweet boy and that you are in very good hands with him, you can't help but feel a bit insecure. But then Megumi's hand is on your cheek, cupping it gently, and he turns your face towards him, kissing you deeply, anchoring you again with his soft tongue caressing the insides of your mouth and his slender fingers stroking your cheek. Before he pulls away, he whispers against your lips: "Tell him what you want, babe. I know you're craving his mouth on you. You want him to wreck you until you cry. And I would really love to watch." He is right, of course. He knows because you told him! Because he asked you to whisper all those dirty confessions about his best friend to him while he was balls-deep inside you two days ago, fucking you until your legs were shaking and you were telling him every dirty little detail of what you wanted Yuuji to do to you.

Wouldn't it be stupid to waste this chance? So you bite your lip nervously but manage a slight nod while blushing profoundly and looking into Yuuji's pretty brown eyes.

"Yes...yes, please, Yuuji, I want that. Want you." His sweet smile lights up his whole face. "Aww, don't worry cutie, I got you. I love eating pussy. I'll give you anything you need. Why don't you lay down and show me your cute pussy?" His words make you cream even more. You can feel it on your thighs, sticky and wet. He hasn't even touched you yet, and you are already such a mess for him. Before you can get the courage to do as Yuuji says, he reaches out and places a large warm hand on your calf. His voice is so sweet and soothing when he says: "Don't be scared, sweetheart. It's just Megumi and me. We'll take good care of you." He turns his head to look at your boyfriend, and they seem to exchange some wordless communication because a moment later, you feel strong arms wrapping around you. Megumi pulls you into his lap, so you're sitting between his legs, your back leaning against his chest comfortably. And his lips are on your neck, leaving soft open-mouthed kisses there while he murmurs in between kisses: "Be a good girl for us now, ok? Yuuji will be so good to you." Your breath is coming out in short gasps. You are so turned on but also so nervous. It was something different to just hear Yuuji's moans through the wall, imagining him pumping his thick cock, getting off while listening to you and Megumi fuck.

But now Yuuji is here, right in front of you, kneeling on the bed and smiling that sweet sexy smile, looking like he just received his birthday and Christmas gift at the same time. He's licking his lips. And then his big warm hands land on your knees, which are still pressed together tightly, and he rubs his thumbs gently over them before addressing your boyfriend: "Megumi? Will you help her, please? She's a bit shy. Spread her open for me, please Fushiguro-kyun?" He winks at him when using the nickname. He looks so cute and hot at the same time, and it's driving you crazy. Megumi laughs softly, breath ghosting over your neck, giving you goosebumps. "Of course, Yuu-chan. I'll show you how pretty she is." You shiver in anticipation, and then Megumi's hands grab your thighs, and without a warning, he pushes them wide apart, exposing your wet pussy.

You whimper in embarrassment, trying to close your legs again. It makes you feel so vulnerable to be exposed like that. For a moment, your mind screams at you that you can't do this. But before you can say anything, Yuuji is already there. He's lying down on his stomach between your now spread legs, and that sweet smile is still on his face, honey eyes sparkling with nothing but affection when he looks up at you. "Please don't be ashamed. You're so cute, princess. And you have such a pretty pussy. Please let me see more of you." All you can do is nod and sob and then hide your blushing face in Megumi's neck. You are trembling from a mix of desire and shame. Megumi's hands wander to your pussy lips and spread them open gently to reveal your glistening pearl to Yuuji. You whine again as you feel cool air brushing over your silk folds, your swollen needy clit, and your leaking hole. You can only imagine what you must look like. So completely at the mercy of your two boys, spread open, your arousal clearly visible by the wetness between your legs.

You want them to go on, and at the same time, wish to close your legs and hide away forever. A noise pulls you out of your slight panic. Yuuji is moaning. Who gave him the right to sound so sexy? He's just so.... just so Yuuji. He doesn't hold back or try to hide how horny he is. He isn't ashamed at all. And it's so fucking hot! It makes you forget about your own insecurity. You slowly open your eyes and turn your face to look at the pink-haired boy in front of you. His pupils are dilated, and he's looking at you feverishly while licking his lips again. "Fuck! You're so wet! Is that for me, baby? You're so sweet. I want to taste you. Want your sweetness on my tongue." And then the slightly cold sensation of the air caressing over your exposed folds gets replaced by the warmth of Yuuji's soft lips. Your hips buck, and a loud surprised moan escapes your lips. Pleasure shoots through your pussy and into your stomach with the first firm kiss Yuuji places on your swollen clit. He moans against you, and then his lips close around your bundle of nerves, and he sucks on it tenderly. "Yuuji! Oh...oh fuck!" He's so warm and so sweet, and pure bliss is spreading all over you. You can already tell that he really loves eating pussy by the way he's going about it so eagerly, sucking your clit sweetly while making those sexy, needy noises in the back of his throat.

Your hands finally untangle themselves from the bedsheets you had been clutching and instead find Yuuji's soft pink hair and tangle in it, earning you an even louder moan from him against your throbbing pussy. He's working you open now, tongue swiping through your slick folds and teasing your needy hole, sticking his tongue in and flicking it into you before pushing it in deeper. Your legs fall apart even wider as you welcome him in. Your initial shyness is forgotten because Yuuji's mouth feels heavenly.

Megumi's fingers are digging into your thighs. You can feel how hard he is, his erection pressing so deliciously against your back, leaving a wet trail over your skin where he's smearing his pre-cum onto you.

He's enjoying this so much, too, even though he isn't even actively involved. The realization blows your mind, sending more arousal down between your legs. Megumi gets off on this, on watching you with his best friend! He's so into this, and it makes you happy to know that you're fulfilling one of his dirty dreams right now. His elegant fingers trail up your thighs and over your stomach and then cup your tits firmly, eliciting another desperate groan from you. Fingertips tease your nipples, rubbing them and tweaking them in a way that goes straight to your cunt.

Megumi moans into your neck before his lips close around your sensitive skin there and suck on it. He always goes feral on your neck, marking you almost savagely to show who you belong to. But today, his mouth is gentle on you, almost as if he doesn't want to stake his claim. As if saying, You are Yuuji's too, not just mine.

And his next words confirm it: "That's good baby, spread your legs for him. Yuuji is so good, isn't he? I've wanted to see this for a long time… seeing you falling apart on his mouth. Fuck, the two of you are so hot! Make her cum, Itadori." You can only whine in agreement as Yuuji's mouth is working such magic on you that you can already feel the pressure building almost unbearably inside you. Your gaze is fixed on his ruffled pink hair and his face buried between your legs. You can't look away. This is even better than in your fantasies! Yuuji looks up at you from between your thighs. He's gazing at you with the cutest horny fogginess while his soft tongue is slowly licking all the way up from your quivering hole to your swollen clit, making your hips tremble with tingles of pleasure. He looks so gorgeous, so pretty and cute, and the thought of cumming on his pretty face drives you crazy! His voice sounds rough and breathless when he moans against your heat: "You taste..." a kiss on your clit "so sweet" tongue flicking back and forth over your needy bud, making it stiff and puffy, "can't get enough of you. Please give me more." His lips close around your sensitive bud again, sucking it hungrily, teeth gracing the slightest bit over it, and that's it! You cry out desperately, an incoherent mix of Yuuji's name and loud moans. Your body jerks uncontrollably, heat spreading all over you as your orgasm rips through you in hot waves. Yuuji's slurping up all your juices loudly. It sounds so obscene, so sexy. You moan again, desperate and wild, your fingers combing through his soft pink hair lovingly while you grind up against his mouth, riding out the last waves of your orgasm.

You are panting lightly as your vision becomes clearer again slowly. There's still a tightness coiling in your stomach. You know you aren't finished yet. Not with Yuuji joining you and Megumi tonight. The realization that you just orgasmed on Yuuji's tongue blows your mind. It's not a dream! Yuuji is finished licking up the cream that was gushing out of you, and he smiles up at you, looking so cute that it's almost heartbreaking. "You have such a sweet pussy. I could get addicted to it." Your hips buck at his words. You are so pathetic! Yuuji just licked and kissed a mind-blowing orgasm out of you about a minute ago, and here you are already horny again!

Megumi moans softly against your neck, just as affected by this as you are. "Then why don't you eat her pussy a second time? I'm sure she's gonna cum for you again in no time at all. Don't you, princess? You're still so horny for him. Arent you?" Gosh, Megumi really can't get enough of seeing Yuuji and you together! Yuuji's answer is a chuckle which turns into a moan. But he lifts his head a bit and grins at Megumi. "Why don't you help me, Fushiguro? Let's make her cum together. Heard you have talented fingers." You draw in a breath, blushing again. Oh god, a while ago, you and Nobara were exchanging some bedroom stories, and you mentioned how good Megumi was with his fingers. She must have told Yuuji! But Megumi just laughs softly, "Let's see how hard she cums when she gets my fingers and your mouth." Yuuji seems to like that answer because he smiles even brighter and then leans down to trail sweet kisses over your inner thighs, kissing up the wetness you were spreading there earlier when you were pressing your legs together. A few minutes later, you are pretty sure you're going to faint from pleasure. Your boys are working their magic on you, leaving you a whimpering mess between them.

Yuuji is looking up at you while his tongue is fucking you open. He's so deep inside you, licking and flicking over your sweet spot. And Megumi's elegant fingers are playing with your needy clit, rubbing slow wide circles around it while he's kissing your neck and moaning softly. This is pure bliss! The best you can get! You have them both: The boy who is so fucking good with his mouth and the boy who is such a master with his fingers. And they rub you, lick you, suck you and caress you relentlessly. Forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you, leaving you a shaking, crying mess, pussy squirting so much that Yuuji's face is slick with it, and Megumi's fingers on your clit make the filthiest squishy sounds. The heat washes over you a second and a third time. You cry out loudly, hips bucking wildly as you ride out the next orgasm on Yuuji's tongue, while Megumi's middle finger is slowly tapping against your sensitive clit, making tears run down your face. You barely manage to whimper: "Please, I can't take it anymore."

And Megumi kisses your neck again, sounding breathless and horny just like you. "Hmm, yeah, I think you had enough, baby. You were really good for us. I'm proud of you." He presses another kiss to your neck and pulls his fingers away from your clit to caress your waist instead. Finally, you are able to open your eyes again. You are slumped against Megumi's chest, completely wrecked, panting, and face red. You watch through heavy-lidded eyes as Yuuji kneels on the bed in front of you, smiling like the sunshine that he is, his lips glistening wet from your cum. A low moan is heard. Megumi. You can even feel it in his chest from where you're leaning against him. "Itadori… come here." He sounds breathless, but his voice still has that commanding tone. Yuuji does as Megumi tells him and crawls over to him. The muscles in his arms flex, drawing your gaze to them and leaving you marveling at how beautiful and strong he is. He stops next to Megumi's side and leans closer. You turn your head to see what the boys are up to, and your eyes widen when you see it. Yuuji's still smiling as he presses his lips to Megumi's and kisses him. You bite your lip hard as you drink in the sight in front of you. Megumi's hand cups his best friend's chin and kisses him back. You see their mouths opening, tongues meeting and lapping at each other. They are exchanging your cum through that kiss, you realize. You watch them hungrily, another bolt of pleasure coursing through your pussy and up your stomach. God, they look so sexy like that! And they are both making those needy noises, soft whimpers and moans as they taste you in their kiss. They gave you so much pleasure, took such good care of you, but neither of them found release yet. Both are still achingly hard, needing to cum too. You whimper at the thought of being able to see Yuuji cum this time and not just hear him through the wall. Megumi's hands are wandering all over Yuuji's body, tracing strong back muscles with his graceful fingers, caressing toned arms, and then landing on his round ass, kneading the ass cheeks firmly. He must have craved this for a long time. Touching his best friend like this, feeling his warm skin and hard muscles, and hearing his needy moans.

And Yuuji seems to be just as infatuated with Megumi too, judging by the way he's leaning into his touch, moaning loudly into his mouth, one big hand caressing Megumi's pecs and then running lower to brush over his abs greedily.

They want each other. And seeing them together is making you lose your mind. You understand Megumi now. The way he moaned in your ear and his cock-head was creamy with pre-cum when he watched you and Yuuji together.

Desire washes over you, blindingly white, and you know you need more of this, more of your two boys and all three of you together.

You turn around, sliding down on the bed until you're on face level with Megumi's straining hardon. He's such a horny mess. You can tell by the state of his pretty cock. It's flushed pink, straining hard, the head wet and swollen, leaking pre-cum like crazy.

You can't resist the urge to lap up the sticky mess oozing out of his slit in thick pearls. Megumi whines needily into Yuuji's mouth as you do so, and it makes you grin widely.

That's a sound you don't hear from your little control freak of a boyfriend very often. Sure, he is loud in bed, all those pretty moans and the filthy things he tells you. But whines? That's new. Yuuji in your bed seems to make you both discover new things.

You look up and see the boys part, a thin thread of spit still connecting their lips as they both look down at you with the most beautiful dazed horny looks on their faces.

Yuuji is the first to find his voice again:

"You like Megumi's cum hm? You can have mine too. Wanna blow both of us, sweetie? Two dicks are even more fun."

Before you can reply, he smiles at Megumi and strokes a thumb over his cheek.

"Megumi, can I have your girl's mouth on me too, please?"

He has the cutest expression on his face, a cute pout, and big puppy eyes, and you know that Megumi would let Yuuji have anything he asks of him.

"Of course. My girl is your girl too."

You can't help but groan needily when you hear that. The way Megumi, who is usually so possessive, is so willing to share you with Yuuji is driving you crazy in the best way.

It gives you butterflies and makes your pussy cream madly. You are their girl now. And they are yours.

Suddenly you can't wait any longer. A craving so intense grips you. You reach out to put a hand on one of Yuuji's toned thighs and caress it gently. You need him to get here right now, or you will surely lose your sanity.

Luckily Megumi helps you by pulling Yuuji down, making him sit next to him on the bed.

They look right out of a wet dream. Sitting there with their throbbing cocks out. Their backs leaning against the headboard of the bed, each a hand on the other's thigh and both smiling at you. They are so pretty with their lean muscled bodies and gorgeous cocks, which are so hard for you.

You look at them hungrily, a new wave of wetness staining your pussy lips as you take in the sight in front of you, trying to commit it all to memory forever.

Megumi's dick is slightly longer than Yuuji's, so pretty with his light pink mushroom head, long and elegant just like his fingers. You have already committed every detail of this beautiful boy to your memories, and you don't think you'll ever get enough of him.

Yuuji is new, and your curious gaze is drinking him in hungrily. He's so gorgeous. Tan skin, a buffer build than Megumi, a wide sweet smile on his handsome face, his pink hair a stark contrast to Megumi's unruly black hair strands. And his cock... Yuuji's cock is not as long as Megumi's but thicker, with a vein running over the underside of his whole length, his tip big, swollen, wet, and dark pink.

They both are so damn pretty and make you whine with need. Megumi's voice, rough with arousal, pulls you out of your little daze.

"Stop the staring, princess. Come here and give us your pretty mouth."

Yuuji chuckles softly, and his honey gaze meets yours. The lust you see in there makes you shake. His voice too sounds like honey:

"Yes, please come here, cutie. I want to feel your mouth on me. Do you like to swallow? I hope so because I cum a lot."

Oh, fuck! You sob at his words and nod eagerly. Megumi's hand on Yuuji's thigh tightens:

"She'll love your big load, Itadori."

You are lowering yourself, lying down on their thighs, so their hard cocks are right in front of your face. It's Yuuji who reaches out first and tangles his strong fingers in your hair. His voice is sexy and deep when he says:

"Then be our good girl, ok? Your lips are so pretty, baby. I know they'll be so sweet on my cock." He pulls your head closer until his thick tip is prodding at your plush lips. You gulp excitedly and tilt your face to look up at the two horny boys. They are both watching you intently, lips hanging open and breathing heavily. When your gaze meets Megumi's, you see his eyes darken with lust. "Open up for him, baby." Megumi's command is a needy moan. But he wouldn't even have to tell you because your lips are already wrapping around Yuuji's tip, whimpering as you feel his velvety hardness for the first time. His thick head slips inside you, stuffing your mouth as your eyes fall shut in pleasure. You hear a low moan, and you can't even tell whether it's coming from Yuuji or Megumi.

Yuuji's fingers are caressing your hair as he rolls his hips upwards slowly, pushing his gorgeous cock deeper into your wet heat. This time you know that the loud growl is coming from him.

"Fuck! Your mouth feels so good, baby! You're gonna suck us both dry, aren't you!?" And that's exactly what you're planning to do. You are drunk on their dicks. Switching between your two boys, Sucking and kissing and licking their cocks hungrily, eliciting a horny twitch of hips from one of them and then going back to the other, sucking hungrily on his needy tip, flicking your tongue over it until he cries out needily. Only for you to let him slip out of your mouth and sink down on the others full length, letting it hit the back of your throat. They are both at your mercy, so horny and desperate for you. But they are so sweet about it. They let you split your attention between them both. So unselfish. Strong fingers stroking your hair, muttering encouragements to you, sweet nothings, and needy moans. Each of them rolls his hips when your mouth is on him, fucking into your heat needily, but they also let the other have the pleasure. It makes you moan in between switching from one dick to the other: "You are both such good boys. Sharing me so sweetly. You must really love each other, hm? That's so cute. You are both so cute!" Your praise makes them both moan loudly. Especially Yuuji seems to soak it up, and you catch yourself thinking that you have to keep this in mind for the future. You want to praise that boy some more and see what he'll do. You turn your face towards Megumi's cock, groaning as you see another trail of pre-cum trickling down his shaft. He's leaking so much today. You mouth the side of his long dick gently and suck on it, making his hips buck. But right when you are about to take him fully into your mouth, you are stopped by his strong fingers in your hair. "Baby, go back to Yuuji. I think he's close. Finish him first, ok? I want to watch how you make him cum and swallow his load." You can hear the need in Megumi's voice. He's so horny for this. He needs it. He needs to see his best friend bust in your mouth as you struggle to take his big cock and all of his cum. And so you do what your horny boyfriend asks of you and go back to bop your mouth on Yuuji's hard length eagerly, basking in every loud moan you hear. Megumi was right. Yuuji is really close. You can tell by the way he's unable to hold back, and his hips lift, and he's fucking into your mouth. Yuuji cums with a loud cry, hips bucking wildly and cock shuddering inside you, a thick hot load of cum spurting into your mouth and filling it up. You keep on sucking him through it, feel him jerking again and again as he pulses even more waves of cum into you. Fuck! He didn't exaggerate when he said he cums a lot! Both of your boys are moaning at the sight of you trying to keep all of Yuuji's cum in you. "Oh fuck! Yes, princess, take all of him!" "You're doing so great, cutie, ah! Your mouth is so sweet on my dick! Taking my cum so well!" You can only hum in response while swallowing his thick load. You feel light-headed from all the pleasure.

When Yuuji is finally finished, you let him slip out of your mouth, moaning softly at the loss. He filled you up so perfectly. You know you will always keep running back to get more of him after tonight. Hopefully, he will let you. Before you can say anything, you feel Megumi's hand twisting in your hair, and he pulls you up towards him. He crashes his lips against yours almost violently. Prying your mouth open with his tongue, and kisses you deeply.

You know what he's doing, getting his share of Yuuji's cum, too. Drinking it out of your mouth. And you let him have it. You caress his tongue languidly and open your mouth wider to let Megumi take full control of the kiss and get as much of Yuuji's remaining taste as he needs. Once he's gotten enough, he pulls away from the kiss with a groan. His beautiful lashes flutter when he looks at you. He's such a sight! Horny Megumi always makes you lose your mind a little. And he's probably going a bit crazy too right now because he's the only one who hasn't finished yet. But you're going to change that. You crouch down again, caressing Megumi's toned thighs with your hands while smiling up at him. "Can't wait to have your cum too, baby." You are still looking at him as your lips hover over his swollen pink tip, about to take Megumi into your mouth and give him the completion he deserves. But you are stopped by a warm hand on your back.

And then Yuuji is climbing over you before settling on Megumi's other side. He's lying down on his stomach and smiles first at you and then at Megumi as he places a big hand on Megumi's thigh. "Let me help. Can I please Megumi? You want my mouth on you too?" A strangled moan escapes your boyfriend's lips, and he looks at you and then at Yuuji with dilated pupils and flushed cheeks. "Yes, I want you too!" His elegant hands tangle in your hair and in Yuuji's hair and gently push both your heads down to his throbbing cock. He looks mouth-watering. Pre-cum running down his length. Yuuji is staring at Megumi's dick with big eyes, mouth hanging open slightly, looking so fucked out that you want to take a picture and keep it forever to look at this sexy face over and over again. It's so cute and hot the way your two boys aren't just crazy for you but also so crazy for each other. You don't know for sure, but you have a feeling tonight's the first time they are doing something with another guy, and there's something so sweet about this that it's tugging at your heart. You forget to breathe for a moment when Yuuji finally leans down, and his tongue darts out to scoop up the thin trail of pre-cum that's running down Megumi's hard length. Oh god!

Yuuji's looking up at your boyfriend while his velvety pink tongue is slowly licking up all the way from Megumi's base to his swollen wet tip.

And Megumi is staring down at him with flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes, mouth falling open in a low moan. "Fuck, Yuuji!" You see Yuuji smile happily at his best friend's reaction, and then he opens his lips and wraps them around Megumi's tip. You and Megumi both moan at the same time when you see Yuuji's cheeks hollowing when he starts sucking. A needy sob falls from Megumi's lips, and you see him fighting to keep his eyes open so he can watch his dick push in and out of his best friend's mouth. "You're so good, Yuuji... wanted you for so long, baby!" His little horny confession makes your pussy clench. This is so perfect. That you and Megumi both want Yuuji so much, and now you finally have him in your bed, and he seems to love it just as much as you do. You reach out to run a hand through Yuuji's hair again and lean down to kiss his cheek lovingly. "You're making him so happy, Yuu. Look at him. He loves your lips on his cock. He's gonna cum so hard for you. You're such a good boy, making both of us so happy." Oh yes, sweet Yuuji definitely loves getting praised because he moans loudly around Megumi's dick, sounding so cute. Your heart clenches at the sight of Yuuji being such a sweet submissive boy, blowing your boyfriend's cock with so much devotion. Just as sweet as he was when making love to your pussy. Yuuji lets Megumi's cock slip out of his pink mouth and presses a kiss to the puffy tip, a loud, wet smack. And then turns to grin at you. "He feels so good in my mouth. Thank you for sharing him with me. Let's make him nut together, ok? Does that sound good, Gumi? Your two pets kissing and licking it all out of you?" He beams at his best friend while rubbing his cheek affectionately up and down Megumi's hard length. Megumi's answering horny moan is enough confirmation. Yuuji's gonna be the death of him, and it makes you smile brightly. You knead your boyfriend's thigh gently and lean closer to breathe soft little kisses all over the side of his throbbing hard length, which is still slick from Yuuji's spit. His slender fingers are tangling in your and Yuuji's hair, tugging on it more desperately every second as you both lick up and down his hard length, moaning every time your tongues meet around his dick. You are blowing Megumi's cock and french kissing Yuuji at the same time. It's messy and wet and the sexiest thing you've ever done. And Megumi is a moaning mess. He's receiving the sweetest torture from the two of you. Soft kisses and gentle wet flicks of your tongues, up and down his long hard cock, over his dripping wet swollen head, down to his thick base and his full balls. "Fuck, Megumi, your moans are even prettier when I'm in the same room!" And Yuuji is right! The noises the two of you draw from Megumi's mouth are exquisite. He's even louder than usual.

And he's so pretty. Looking down at the two of you with the most beautiful fucked out expression. He is such a sweet mess for you. His lips are hanging open, low needy moans and whines falling from them continuously, his cheeks are flushed a pretty shade of pink, just like Yuuji's hair, and he's struggling to keep his gorgeous blue eyes open. You've never done this to him before. Edging him like this, so tenderly with a thousand soft kisses and licks. He wouldn't let you do it if you were alone with him, you think. He's too strong. He would just push your head down and fuck your mouth when he couldn't take the teasing anymore.

But today, Yuuji is here with you, and Megumi knows full well that he can't do anything against Yuuji's superhuman strength. He can feel it in the way Yuuji's large hands are pushing his hips down right now, fixing Megumi on the bed so the two of you can have your way with him and take your time to show him how much you love his pretty cock. You don't think Yuuji is even aware of what he's doing to Megumi. He isn't purposely edging him. He's just here doing his best to shower his best friend with love and affection. And kissing and licking his cock with such abandon seems to be a very good way to show it. His sweetness is adorable. What takes Megumi over the edge is Yuuji and you looking into each other's eyes while you both slowly lap at Megumi's swollen tip, tongues swirling and meeting over his flushed slit. The only warning you get is strong fingers tightening in your hair and a desperate-sounding cry. And then Megumi cums between you. Cum shooting out of his dick messily. He nuts over your and Yuuji's faces, and some of it lands on his firm abs, painting them in sticky white. Yuuji moans and chuckles at the same time while he's trying to lick up his best friend's seed that's sticking to the side of his face. He looks so sexy. Such a sweet boy with the most innocent smile while cum is dripping down his face. You can't stop yourself, your hands are already grabbing Yuuji's face, and you pull his head closer and lick the cum off his cheeks and nose hungrily. He's stunned for a moment by your little attack, but then another soft laugh escapes his lips, and he tangles his hand in your hair and returns the favor, running his soft tongue over your face until you are clean again too. Yuuji's soft lips find yours, and his big hand cups the back of your head as he kisses you sweetly. Your heart thuds loudly in your chest, and you sigh happily into his mouth. He's a good kisser, gentle but passionate enough to make your head spin. No wonder Megumi got so drunk on his lips. Your boyfriend's currently panting softly as he's coming down from his orgasm, long fingers caressing your hair. The other hand is probably doing the same to Yuuji's pink strands. You hear a soft groan and then Megumi's voice still hoarse from moaning so loudly: "You're so cute together. I like watching you. My sweet girl and my sweet boy." You and Yuuji pull apart with a soft groan and both of you turn to smile at Megumi. He looks completely spent but happy, cheeks still red and his hair sticking up, cum glistening on his abs. He grabs his shirt from the nightstand and wipes himself clean.

Yuuji, cute as ever, smiles softly: "Aww, Fushiguro, you are cute too. And you taste really good!" He licks his lips as if to prove his point before adding: "I'm so glad I could finally get my share of you." You can see how much his words please Megumi, how proud he is, and how happy. Your thoughts get interrupted by Yuuji as he turns to you again, "Let's give him one last thing to watch, huh cutie?" Before you know what's going on, Yuuji's already flipping you onto your back, and his face is buried between your thigs in lightspeed. He's lapping up the creamy wetness that has once again gathered between your legs, sucking on your clit and teasing your hole, fucking into it with his talented tongue.

It only takes a moment, and you're cumming one last time for the night. Your orgasm is washing over you in soft, shuddering waves as Yuuji kisses your clit lovingly. Lewd little mewls come out of your mouth while Megumi's fingers comb gently through your hair and Yuuji's lips give one last kiss to your most sensitive spot. You are so utterly spent, brimming with satisfaction and happiness, unable to move a single limb. But strong arms encircle you. You don't even know if it's Megumi or Yuuji or both of them. But they pull you up until all three of you are huddled together, Megumi in the middle. He sighs softly, making you smile and snuggle into his side with a content hum. It feels nice to lay here with them both. A small voice inside your head demands that you stay like that the whole night. But soon, the comfortable silence gets interrupted by a loud gasp from Yuuji, who suddenly scrambles to sit up, almost falling out of the bed in the process while staring wide-eyed at the clock on Megumi's nightstand. "Shit! It's already so late! I promised Kugisaki to help her take some pictures of her and Maki for her Instagram! I have to go!" He gets up quickly and picks up his clothes, hopping into his boxers and sweatpants hurriedly. You and Megumi are watching with twin amused, affectionate expressions on your faces.

You can't help but regret seeing Yuuji's tan skin and firm muscles getting covered up by clothes again, especially now that you know how his body feels under your fingers and lips. Hopefully, this wasn't the only chance to get your share of Itadori Yuuji! Yuuji's pulling his shirt over his head when a loud knock sounds on the door. "Fushiguro!! Do you know where Itadori is??" Nobara is searching for her photographer, apparently. Yuuji pulls his shirt down quickly and opens the door, pink hair still ruffled. "Heyyy, Kugisaki!" He ushers her away from the door before she can look inside, but you can hear her voice loud and clear, sounding a bit annoyed: "Why are you here? Do you guys have a party or what?! And you didn't invite Maki and me??" "No, it's not like that! We were just.. practicing together." "Practicing?" "Yeah! Curses and stuff... Jujutsu.. you know?!" "No, I don't know. You're talking stupid again, Itadori! I swear you're losing a bit more of your mind every day!" By now, you have to bite your hand to stop yourself from laughing out loud. And judging by the way Megumi buries his face in his hands, he's in a similar state. You see Yuuji's hand appear in the doorway to grab his shoes, and Nobara's voice carries over once again: "Did you at least eat something already so we can start right now?" You almost choke when you hear Yuuji's reply: "Oh, yeah, I had some delicious food! Let's go!" Megumi curses under his breath as Yuuji quickly sticks his head into the room to wave at the two of you with a cheeky smile on his handsome face. He winks before pulling the door shut behind him.

It closes with a soft thud, leaving you and Megumi both staring at it for a whole minute before Megumi turns to you and says in a slightly breathless voice: "Fuck, he's really cute, isn't he?" And all you can do is nod dazedly and whisper just as breathlessly: "Yes, he is." Dark blue eyes look deeply into yours, and then Megumi asks carefully: "Can we keep him? Like this, I mean, as more than friends. Is that ok, baby? Can he be ours? It wouldn't change anything about how we feel about each other. We would just... add some more love." And suddenly, your heart feels so full. Up until now, you couldn't place what you have been feeling during the last hour. Why you feel so happy, so warm and giddy. But now it all makes sense. You smile at your boyfriend and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. "Yes, I want him to be ours too."

So that was FINALLY part 2! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it, and I would really appreciate comments and reblogs. This series is so much fun to write. The characters just take over the story and do what they want, but I'm glad about that! They are so cute! Also, I'm so thrilled to be able to include some Megumi/Yuuji action in this fic. Expect more fluffy threesome fun in part 3!

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