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“You’ve had /sex/ before?” Nobara and Fushiguro both said, mouths agape.

“Loads of times, actually.” Itadori shrugged like it was nothing.

Kugisaki, Fushiguro, and Yuji were all out shopping together (Shockingly: Kugisaki’s idea), since it was a Friday evening, creeping close to the official weekend. They were strolling through the different markets, now currently wandering aimlessly inside a clothings store.

“Really?” Kugisaki pondered, not buying it. Who would want to have sex with Yuji Itadori?

“Yeah. My body counts', like, fifteen now, I think.”

“Protection, right?”

“Duh. What kind of person do you think I am?” He turned to Nobara, giving her a toothy grin, practically lighting up the store like a walking sun-drop.

As Nobara intriguingly asked for the details, Megumi just wondered how Yuji looked so cute right now.

But on the other hand…

“You shouldn’t be doing that.” He randomly butt in, causing the two sorcerers to turn their heads.

“Huh?” Itadori hummed.

“You shouldn’t be, just, y’know, giving your body out to people like that…” He awkwardly leaned on the shopping cart, eyes avoiding Itadori’s.

Wrong call.

When he glanced up, just for a second, a flash of hurt painted Yuji’s expression.

“Are you calling me a slut?”

Megumi’s eyes quickly widened, lifting himself up. His lips pursed to say something, but Itadori cut him off.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re one of those people.”

“… What?”

“The ones who want to save sex for ‘a special person’ and all of that cheesy bull-crap.”

Fushiguro’s words drawn, quickly not knowing what to say or any sort of comeback. His mouth was open, but no words came out. Itadori was 100% right, he was one of “those people,” the ones who want to save it for someone who genuinely loves him for who he is, not just his body.

Kugisaki quickly eased the tension, switching the topic to how dense Yuji was - because of course she did.

But Fushiguro wasn’t there. Not mentally, at least. His mind kept slipping, spinning and spoiling loose from his skull. His brain kept flicking back to Yuji, and how angry it made him just thinking about how other girls would hook up with Itadori. They didn’t even know how kind and good of a person he was, only that he was (supposedly) good at sex. Yuji deserved more than that.

It made him angry.

———

Fushiguro laid limp on his bed, mindlessly scrolling through apps with his thin, navy blue blanket tucked up to his chin.

A knock on the door.
Short, short, long.

Fushiguro hummed, twisting his waist towards the door, expecting to see Gojo, but it was a pink haired sun-drop that entered the room.

“Do you need something?” Megumi deadpanned.

“No, uh,” Itadori stammered, fidgeting with his thumbs.

Was he nervous? Fushiguro took note that he never really got anxious.

“I wanted to apologize.”

“For what?”

“For earlier. I know it’s kinda late since then, but, uh, you know, if you want to save sex for a special person that’s totally fine. I was being an asshole, a lot of people share the same thoughts as you and, well, anyone would be lucky to have you. So I’m glad you’re saving it.”

Shit.

Megumi’s cheeks were definitely a deep, deep red that contradicted his pale skin.

And apparently, Yuji’s were too, by the way he reacted. “Uh! Not in a weird way, though! Just saying…” He flayed his hands around.

He had long fingers.

Fushiguro turned back to face the wall. “It’s fine.” He didn’t say anything more, he shouldn’t say anything more, or else his voice would fail him.

Again, bad choice.

Itadori opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it with his eyebrows furrowed. He solemnly left the room, mumbling another ‘sorry’ before Fushiguro heard the click of the door.

The noirette immediately stuffed his face into a pillow, internally screaming. Why the hell didn’t he say anything else? He was so dry, and Yuji was kindhearted enough to apologize for something that happened hours ago! Did that mean Fushiguro was on his mind that much?

Megumi has been getting all of these weird thoughts recently. Caring more about Itadori than ever. If he was hurt on the latest mission (as friends do), if Fushiguro said something that Yuji would have found weird and worried about it for the rest of the day (as friends do), get angry at the thought of being with other woman (as friends do), start to jack off again with Yuji’s hands in mind (now that one’s kinda crazy).

Whatever.

It’s not like Fushiguro had a crush on him, or anything. He just grew closer to his friend, that’s all.

Right?

Chapter Text

“I think I’m in love with Itadori.”

Nobara spat out her drink.

“What? Is that bad?” Fushiguro quickly asked, face growing worrisome.

Kugisaki sat across from him at a table in the middle of a fast food restaurant, he randomly invited Nobara, and only Nobara, here for some “secret reason”… but now it’s not much of a secret anymore. He needed Nobara’s thoughts on everything.

“No, no.” Kugisaki smiled, entwining her fingers as she leaned across the table. “I’m just glad you’ve finally came to your senses.”

Megumi stared blankly at her. “What?”

“Everyone at Jujutsu tech knows it, except for you and Itadori, I guess.” She leaned back, flapping her hand. “I was just waiting for you to realize it. Now I’ve got to do even more waiting for Itadori to realize it, too.” She rested her palm on her cheek, now playing with the straw to her milkshake and lightly thrumming it against the table.

“That’s the thing. I really, really don’t think he likes me.”

“How come?” Nobara inquired.

Fushiguro’s cheek rested on his fist. “Have you seen his type?” He eyed the brunette, who just shrugged. “Nah, I haven’t really cared about what kind of people he’s into.”

“A tall girl with a fat ass. That’s it. That’s his type.

Nobara laughed through her nose, “Seems like a man,” she said. “But, hey, at least you got the tall part down! That’s like, 1/3, right? What’s that in percent…” Her voice trailed off as she began counting with her fingers.

There was no way this girl passed seventh grade.

“It’s .33, a repeating decimal.”

“Aha! See! 33% there. You’ve got it.”

Unfortunately, Nobara-the-wise did not share her wisdom with Fushiguro. He loved her, she was his friend after all, but she did, in fact, make him feel a lot worse.

———

Gojo had instructed Itadori and Fushiguro to go on a quick run to the nearest supermarket to pick up supplies for their new training session. They both rejected at first, considering it’s the weekend, but Gojo had offered them quite a handful of money.

How could they refuse?

Yuji was off rambling about Human Earthworm 4, the good and bad parts about it. Megumi was just focusing on how pretty the sun through the windows touched Yuji’s freckles.

“Fushiguro?”

Megumi’s eyes grew huge, snapped back to reality. Shit, was he staring?

“What’s up?”

“You’ve been acting a bit weird.” He straightened his back. “Is everything all right?”

“Weird?” Megumi echoed.

“Well, not like you’re weird or anything! You’ve just been acting strange! Like, spacing out more than usual!” He flapped his hands around, again, cheeks flushing a pretty cherry red.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Fushiguro responded dryly, shrugging as he leaned against a nearby shelf.

Itadori didn’t buy it.

His face grimaced, chewing on his bottom lip and lost in his thoughts.

“This doesn’t have to do with the sex thing, does it?”

Megumi’s eyes grew wide, immediately and uncomfortably changing positions. He was going to deny it - but that would have been lying. Lying to Yuji.

“I don’t… uh,”

“I don’t do it anymore.”

Fushiguro’s eyes rubbed Yuji’s. “What?”

“The sex thing. I don’t do it anymore.” He began to approach the cash register, his basket already full with Gojo-sensei’s needed supplies.

“Oh.” Fushiguro lurched behind him. “How come?” He could think of a number of reasons why.

“I - well, I guess I found someone I wanted to be loyal too. Someone I actually would’ve enjoyed having sex with, y’know?”

Itadori said that so easily.

“Uh. Yeah.”

After a couple minutes of silence, waiting in line for the register, Megumi added: “Wouldn’t you be giving in to the ‘cheesy bull-crap’, though?” He quipped from earlier, a sneer added to his tone. Yuji winced.

“I just… I guess, I dunno.” He’s been stuttering a lot more, acting more nervous around Fushiguro.

Shit, do I make him uncomfortable? Thought Megumi anxiously, fidgeting with his fingers as he thought about it. He had to think of something to do to make Itadori more comfortable with him, then.

Once they checked out, the two began to trek home, a small drizzle cried on them.

“Oh, hey, Fushiguro?” Yuji finally said, breaking the awkward silence. Megumi hummed, turning to face his friend.

“Do you wanna' watch a movie with me and Kugisaki?” He pondered, leaning forward as they finally reach Jujutsu tech.

“Oh, um. Sure.” Fushiguro responded, immediately regretting it. He hardly watched any movies, he was more of a book guy. How was he going to sit through two hours of that? Especially with Itadori right next to him.

“Sweet!” Chirped Itadori, eyes beaming as he unlocked the door (which took him an embarrassingly long amount of time), and walked inside.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

———

Fushiguro, Itadori, and Kugisaki were all huddled on the couch, watching a random blockbuster horror movie from the 90s. Inumaki, Maki, Panda, and Gojo all laid on the floor, noisily chewing on popcorn kernels.

In Megumi’s perspective, it was terrible. For Kugisaki and Itadori, they were completely invested with their eyes glued to the TV.

However, a multitude of things occurred during this small movie night - things in which Fushiguro had vowed to never bring up. Ever.

First:

There was a cheap jump-scare that came up, and Megumi was not exactly a horror-movie person. He wasn’t really a movie person at all, so, naturally, he flinched a little.

Until his instincts kicked in and he grabbed onto something next to him.

And that just happened to be Yuji’s hand.

Fushiguro felt the heat flourish to his face, his eyes broadening.

Itadori, unbeknownst to Megumi, had also blushed. A lot. He thanked the lights for not shining down on him, having a bright alpenglow on his face to demonstrate to everyone 'Hey, guys! Itadori Yuji blushed when his guy best friend held his hand!'

However, the hand-holding incident was gone as quickly as it came, with Fushiguro quickly retrieving his palm.

But their pinkies were still softly entwined. Fushiguro’s eyes glanced down at his lap, awkwardly wondering if Itadori just wanted to hold his hand, or if he hardly noticed.

Yuji noticed.

Because he didn’t pay attention for the rest of the movie: just solely on Fushiguro. It was weird, though, for him. Yuji wasn’t into guys - not like that at least. Yeah, he supported it of course, but he never pictured himself in that community. But he could picture himself dating Megumi. And how nice it would be.

Second:

By the time the movie ended, Itadori had taken his hoodie off at some time throughout the film, and laid it on the cushions next to Fushiguro. When everyone was preparing to leave, Itadori had forgotten it and was already back to at his dorm by the time Fushiguro got up to head back to his own dorm, eyes quickly locking with the yellow hoodie.

The first-year’s hands clasped it and wrapped it around his elbow before strolling to his roommate’s dorm to return it. Just outside the door, however, he could hear faint snores from inside.

Shit. He didn’t want to wake Itadori up or anything, but he also didn’t want to seem like a creep sneaking into other peoples dorms without waking them - imagine how awkward it’d be if Yuji woke up and caught Fushiguro by his night stand at the dead of night.

Megumi cringed just thinking about it.

Whatever, he thought. He’d bring it to his dorm, and return it in the morning.

Fushiguro laid on his bed, the hoodie resting on his collarbone. He was going to throw it on the floor somewhere, but he didn’t want to get it dirty or anything. Totally.

Fushiguro’s eyes fluttered close for a second as he took in Itadori’s sweet, bubbly scent. He smelled an awful lot like cherries.

He could feel his face heat up by the second unfortunately. The blood that rushed to his face had also rushed down to his dick.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with the feeling, but masturbating just wasn’t exactly his thing. He wasn’t horny very often, anyway. But now with Yuji, those feelings were in the past.

He felt his breath shudder as he slowly pulled himself up, keeping his hoodie close by his mouth, nose and neck.

With pale fingers, he slowly began to palm himself through his boxers. Fuck.

He couldn’t help but let a few whines and moans escape from his lips every now and then, with Itadori’s scent and Megumi’s crazy imagination added to the mix, it was practically impossible to stay quiet.

Sensitive nerves curled in the warm cavern, another cry of pleasure escaping Megumi. Suddenly, his clasped his palm over his mouth - that wasn’t too loud, was it?

More whimpers escaped him as his cock was introduced to the cold era, Megumi shivered with the new sensitive touch. He felt his toes curl as he moaned inaudible nonsense, Yuji’s name thrown into the jumble an awful lot.

Fushiguro’s fingers quickly clenched the hoodie as he felt bolts of electricity dance in his body, chasing out his orgasm as he came down from his high, before he laid down back on the sheets.

Third:

With the adrenaline and horniness worn out,

he cried.

Fushiguro softly sobbed into his pillow, still gripping onto Itadori’s scent, as tears cascaded down his cheeks and his eyelashes were moist with salty water and body jolting with melancholy.

It all hit him like a bullet: he was incredibly delusional. Yuji doesn’t like boys. And on the off chance that he did, Fushiguro was not his type at all. His type was pretty girls like Ozawa. Megumi didn’t feel pretty: he felt unclean, like somebody had just mangled him. He wants to be loved, touched, kissed and snuggled by Itadori.

But that would never happen.

And Megumi knew it.

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“Hey, have any of you guys seen my jacket?” Prodded Itadori, walking into the living room, where Fushiguro and Kugisaki both sat around the table, eating a shared box of cereal.

Megumi nearly spat out his breakfast.

“Uh, the yellow one you always wear?” She quipped, her finger resting on her lips. Itadori nodded, joining the two as he made his own breakfast.

“I have it.”

They both turned to face him. Nobara held back a bark of laughter, while Yuji just stared at him blankly. “Eh?”

“You left it on the couch last night. After the movie. I was going to return it to you, but you were already sleeping. It’s in my room, somewhere.” He stared blankly, craning his neck to shield his flustered face.

Yuji relaxed, smile returning. “Okay! I’ll pick it up after our mission.”

Oh, right.

Itadori and Kugisaki both had a mission to exorcise a grade two curse together in a couple hours, since it was no longer the weekend. Megumi was assigned a different mission against a curse that was sometime later in the afternoon.

“You two have fun.” Deadpanned Megumi, quietly sipping on the last of his cereal.

As Kugisaki and Itadori went on, rambling about some new show, Fushiguro was just praying to god that he didn’t get any fucking cum on Yuji’s hoodie.

–

Itadori stood outside Megumi’s door, he and Nobara had successfully exorcised the curse, and he wanted his favorite hoodie back.

He barged in the room, as one does because Yuji Itadori never knocks, and stood there awkwardly as Megumi, who was lying on his bed, turned to face him.

His rhinestone eyes batted through his long, feminine eyelashes that greatly complimented his raven hair and pale skin. Yuji paused.

“Do you have it? My hoodie, I mean.” Grinned Itadori.

Megumi’s gaze turned to beside him, the sweatshirt right by his shoulder (it did, in fact, NOT have cum on it). “Uh, yeah, it’s right–“

“Oh!” Chirped Itadori, leaping onto Megumi’s bed, unprovoked, and crawled over Fushiguro’s lap, kneeing him in the crotch (much to his discomfort) ((but Yuji didn’t seem to notice)), and as his fingers brushed past Megumi’s armpit–

Fushiguro snorted with laughter, suddenly covering his mouth shut with his hand as he realized his mistake.

As Yuji leaned back, successfully reclaiming his hoodie, he gave Megumi a smug look.

“Megumi Fushiguro, don’t tell me you’re ticklish?”

“What? No.”

“Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I just…”

“Itadori, what are you doing? Wait–“

Yuji’s fingers suddenly reached for the side of Megumi’s waist, causing the sorcerer to suddenly flinch with surprise with a wheeze as he curled into a ball, kicking his feet aggressively, yet to no avail.

“S–Stop! I’ll kill you!… Ita–!!”

Itadori’s fingers curved to his neck, armpit, literally anywhere that Yuji could deem ticklish was attacked, leaving the helpless Fushiguro to squirm and do nothing but bark and weakly fight back.

Itadori couldn’t help but laugh also. Fushiguro had an extremely contagious laughter.

As Itadori shifted his position to get a full view of Fushiguro, his eyes widened.

Tears gently shaped around Megumi’s shield tight eyelids and his glistening eyelashes, blush clustering up his ghostly skin and mouth curved into a giant, infectious grin. As Itadori stared, he noticed his eyes have slightly opened and softened, with furrowed brows similar to a pout.

Megumi looked pretty. Like, really pretty. Itadori always knew that Fushiguro was handsome, but like this? It was different. Not only was he beautiful, but he had a perfect personality, too. Itadori still silently cursed at himself for humiliating him for wanting to only have sex with a significant other. Why did he snap at him for being kind?

Was he jealous with the thought of Fushiguro having sex with someone else? No.

No…

Oh shit.

I have a crush on Megumi, don’t I?

Itadori had let his guard down.

Fushiguro’s arms wrapped around his waist as he charged at Itadori with a tackle, a crackle of laughter exchanging from the two as they wrestled with each other.

Megumi mounted on top of Itadori, fingers snaking past all of the ticklish thoughts he could find.

“Having the nerve to attack me,” Megumi managed through laughter (Itadori also had a contagious laugh).

“-when you were ticklish, too?”

Itadori gave him a toothy grin, turtling himself to try and shield his sensitive spots, yet to no avail.

Yuji squinted, then wrapped his legs around Fushiguro’s waist before twisting his hips, causing Megumi to collapse on his side with Yuji following him.

They both paused and panted for a moment, however, it was mainly Itadori, trying to catch his breath after it was stolen from him through giggles.

Then their eyes locked.

Fushiguro noticed a while ago that Yuji’s eyes were generally wider than his own. But now, looking at the pinkette with the alpenglow of the sun beaming on his face and features through his own window, he was thankful for it. Because it brought out his amber, chocolate brown irises that outlined his pupils that adjusted to the light glowing on his tan, freckled skin.

Fushiguro had nearly gasped at the sight. God, he was so in love with him.

Then he was cut from his thoughts as Itadori’s breath hitched, his calm face faltered and he quickly climbed off of the raven-hair.

Did I make him uncomfortable?

Fushiguro immediately thought with a lump in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing as Yuji nervously chuckled.

“I- uh, have some homework to catch up on.” He said with an awkward smile, hand nervously reeling to scratch behind his neck before he stumbled out of the room.

Fushiguro just sat there, with a heavily confused look on his face. How quickly Itadori left the room when there was even a slight of romantic tension and especially how he even left his hoodie, the sole reason he came there in the first place.

The only reason.

Right?

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Fushiguro’s conscious slowly restored and his eyelashes fluttered awake due to a creaking from the floorboards outside his room.

He achingly rubbed the back of his neck, not even attempting to go back to sleep as he slid his slippers on and opened his door, keen to find the sense of the noise. As he turned to his right, Megumi could make out a silhouette of a teenager just leaving. As the moonlight glowed on the outline of the figure, Fushiguro could make out that they had pink hair.

You’re shitting me.

Megumi thought to himself as he rushed to follow Itadori, careful to avoid the creeky floorboards.

“What are you doing?” Megumi called, not realizing that it was raining by the time he caught up with Yuji.

Itadori quickly turned, eyes widening, not expecting for Megumi to chase after him.

“What are you doing?” He retaliated, his hands fumbling with his hair. Megumi noticed that he often fidgeted with his hair when he was stressed.

“I asked first.” Fushiguro began walking closer to him.

Itadori just bit his lip, hands buried deep in his pockets.

A silent response was enough of an answer to Fushiguro. “Don’t tell me.” He began,

“You’re back to just fucking having sex with random people?” Megumi’s lip curled aggressively, anger making him hot despite the chilling conditions.

Itadori adjusted his hair again, despite it already being beyond perfect (in Megumi’s eyes.)

“I just—“ Yuji stopped, rapidly avoiding eye contact. No words came out.

“You told me you stopped!”

“Why does it matter to you?”

“Oh, you’re so full of shit, Itadori.” Megumi’s finger planted on Yuji’s brawny chest. Yuji swatted it away.

“Why do you care so much, Fushiguro?”

Fushiguro’s brows furrowed for a second, lips dancing before an answer crawled to his throat.

“I care about you! What about that special person, huh?”

“That 'special person' doesn’t like me.”

“Please, who wouldn’t like you?” Megumi snapped. That came out wrong.

But Yuji, oblivious as he is, didn’t take notice.

Yuji blew a deep, shaky exhale. “I really, really doubt it, Fushiguro…”

“Itadori, just, who is it? Name one person, besides Nobara, who wouldn’t want to have sex with you.”

“It’s you, Fushiguro!” Itadori cracked, his pupils wandering like they didn’t know where to go.

Fushiguro flinched back, mouth open. “…What?” He breathed. Yuji didn’t just say what he think he said, did he?

Itadori didn’t answer. He just stared at the ground in solemn. “I hate to face the truth. You, out of all people, should know that. So, I just… had to get my mind off of things. One way or another.”

Fushiguro didn’t answer. He was left speechless.

“I- I have to go.” Itadori blinked away his tears as he quickly shuffled away from Fushiguro, elbowing him on his way back inside.

Megumi quickly grabbed his wrist, snapping himself from his trance. Yuji turned around, brows furrowing. He knew that Megumi knew that Yuji could easily break out of his grip. But he didn’t try to.

“Where the hell did you get that ‘I didn’t like you back’ from?”

“Eh?” Yuji’s amber eyes finally managed to hold eye contact.

“I’ve loved you for so long, Itadori.” Megumi’s hair was sticking to his forehead now, his night shirt and pants drenched in the rain. “Like, literally since we met.”

“You don’t mean that…” Yuji’s neck craned, flashing an awkward smile.

“I do, why wouldn’t I? You’re so amazing. The way you ramble about their mouth random shit, but I could never complain because everything that comes out of your mouth is perfect. And the way your features, mainly your freckles, compliment your eyes and just…” Megumi bit his tongue when he looked up to see a staring, wide-eyed Yuji. He looked similar to a deer trapped in headlights.

“I- I’m sorry… was that too much? I can-“

“Can I kiss you?”

Fushiguro’s face flushed greatly, outlining his pale cheeks. “Y- Yeah. Please. But… be warned, because I’m not a good kisser, I mean-“

Yuji’s hands softly cupped his cheeks, waiting to do that for a while as his lips collided with Fushiguro’s, perfectly matching each others as if they were made to be together. However, Itadori was the one to keep them from crashing noses or clacking teeth.

By the time he pulled away, Megumi was already entranced.

A few seconds of silence had past before Fushiguro’s lips curved to a smile, patting Yuji’s head before he led him back to the school.

“You’ll catch a cold if you stay out here any longer.”

“You were out here for as long as I was!” Itadori retaliated.

-

Yuji sat on the toilet of the bathroom as Fushiguro, very aggressively, dried him off with a towel.

He only got more fierce with the continuous thought of Yuji going out to meet that girl.

“Hey -“

If they were ever to have sex, would it even be special to him? He felt heated with jealousy.

“Fushiguro -“

The fact that he would never meet Itadori’s expectations drive him mad, too. He deserved perfection but Fushiguro was everything but that.

“Ow, Fushiguro!” Itadori swatted Megumi’s hand off his face, his hair extremely messy and his eyes squinting.

“Huh?” Megumi quickly snapped out of his trance, coming back to reality.

“Is something bothering you? You’re being way too rough.” He rubbed the back of his head, easing out the soreness from Fushiguro rubbing it too hard.

“I’m… fine.” Fushiguro spoke, swallowing dryly as he licked his chapped lips. “Are you okay?” His brows furrowed with worry, quickly attempting to try and look at the bruise on Itadori’s head before he stopped him.

“Clearly, you’re not 'fine'. What’s up?” Yuji‘s brown eyes looked at him intently, fluttering every now and then. Megumi didn’t know how long he was staring for, until he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and sat up.

“I’m gonna go to bed.” Fushiguro quickly stood and began to walk out the door before Yuji clang to him, pouting a quick “Fushiguroooo!”, before the raven hair was forced to have the helpless Yuji be dragged into bed with him.

Megumi curled into a ball, reminding Yuji of Sonic the Hedgehog before he wrapped his arm around him.

“Are you spooning me right now?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Megumi didn’t answer.

An hour must’ve passed before Yuji decide to speak again, but Megumi had thought he’d already gone to sleep.

“What was really bothering you?” He mumbled sleepily, lips pursing against the back of Megumi’s neck. Their legs were entwined together and Yuji was cradling Megumi like a teddy bear.

“Nothing.”

“Megumi.”

Fushiguro’s waist twisted around, turning to face Yuji.

“Were you completely fine with having sex with all those other girls when I was right here?”

Itadori’s eyes widened, biting the inside of his cheeks as he thought for a moment. Megumi’s face was so close.

“No. Obviously not.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“I don’t know, because I’m a horny teenager, who also knew that you would never have sex with me. Especially if you want to wait until, like, marriage or something like that. Not that I have any problem with it, I just…”

“I really want to have sex with you.”

“…What?”

“You were the person I thought about when we had that one conversation with Nobara a while back, about a special person?”

Through the dimly lit room, Megumi could just make out a smile plastered on Yuji’s face.

“God, now I feel like such an asshole.” Itadori chuckled as he rubbed his eyelids. “Well, I’ve always felt like one but now…”

“You’re anything but an asshole, Yuji. I would know.”

Megumi’s hand found its way caressing Itadori’s check, causing the pinkette to become remotely flustered.

Itadori’s lips pursed Fushiguro’s, then they dip down to nose the curve of his neck, granting kisses all over his skin.

Megumi’s eyes widened and his mouth fell agape. Holy shit . Was this what it was really like to get turned on by something that wasn’t just your own fucking hands?

His words fizzle in the air as Yuji tugged at Fushiguro shirt, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

Fushiguro’s lips pressed together and nodded without hesitance. He’s been wanting this for years .

Itadori hungrily lifted up his shirt, Fushiguro lifting himself to support him.

Yuji awkwardly stared for a moment, pondering how someone could be so perfectly sculpted and kissed by Aphrodite herself. He practically spiraled him back down and planted open-mouthed kisses Itadori enthusiastically gave all over his neck.

Megumi’s palm slapped over his mouth, brows furrowing as his eyes wielded shut. He was trying really, really hard to stay quiet. But his best friend was making it very hard for him.

Itadori was living it up to every second, flicking a tongue at a nipple and two busy hands tracing and feeling every part of Megumi as he tugged onto the pink, neatly conditioned hair. He was going to go crazy.

Itadori’s hands and mouth stopped at the bulge in Megumi’s boxers.

“Can I?” He asks, lips brushing against his skin, each touch igniting another spark in him.

“Yeah, fuck - yes.”

Yuji smiled softly to himself as he fondles his palm over his growing erection, causing Fushiguro to go whimpering through a closed mouth, arch his back like a cat and jut his hips outwards. Yuji’s hand only becomes more eager as his fingers softly trace the line of his boxers before greedily tugging down his boxers, Fushiguro’s member springing up in return, he shivered to the new environment of the cold air, goosebumps running up in small patches.

Itadori has never seen a dick that wasn’t his own or on porn. So he just stared at Fushiguro’s like it was some ancient artifact.

“Itadori?”

“Hm?” He was quickly snapped from his trance, looking up at him.

“I don’t want to be the only one naked. It’s kinda embarrassing.”

Yuji immediately took his shirt off, kicked his pants off, and hesitantly shuffled of his boxers, his half-hardened cock also springing forward. It was more girthy and veiny than Fushiguro’s, but like any of them would care.

Then Yuji’s thumb flicked over the head, swiping his precum over his cock in deliberate strokes to act as lube.

Megumi’s eyes broadened to say the least, his teeth sinking deliberately into his bottom lip to keep himself from crying out. Yuji smirked to himself before he encapsulated Fushiguro’s entire length into his mouth.

“A- Ah!” Fushiguro cried, enormous amounts of pleasure roaring through his veins as Itadori swirled a tongue around the head, have his free hand massage the parts that weren’t in his mouth, and then bob his head down again.

And fuck, Megumi felt like he was on Cloud 9. He was 90% his lip was bleeding from how hard he was biting it.

“Fushiguro,” Itadori mumbled while tracing his tongue around his dick.

“Wh - at?” He uttered.

“, are you hiding your sounds from me?” He cheekily smiled, his hand pumping the raven once more.

If Megumi were to open his mouth the only think that would come out would be cries of pleasure.

So he just shook his head.

Itadori licked a long stripe on the underside and lolled his tongue before he bobbed his head once more.

“Oh, f- fuck!”

“There we go.” Itadori sneered, craning his neck as he picked up an excruciating pace.

“Ita - if… if you keep doing that I’m gonna -“

“You’re so pretty.”

That did it.

Fushiguro’s core tightened and he finally felt release after Itadori’s final electric lick, sending Megumi into a spiral with bucking hips. “Ita - Itadori! Ah, fuck!” He moaned with shuttered eyelashes, giving Itadori such a beautiful sight.

Yuji tried his best to drive out his orgasm, lifting his mouth and continuously palming Fushiguro. The back of his hand smacked on his forehead, chest heaving up and down and sweat pickling his forehead.

“Fushiguro?”

“Hm?” With half-lidded eyes, the raven hair picked his head up and stared at Itadori.

“We don’t… have to do this next part.”

“It’s fine.”

“Megumi, really, I -“

Fushiguro quickly sat up, eying Itadori. “I swear to god, if you aren’t inside me in the next 5 minutes-“

“Okay! Point taken!” Itadori flapped his hands around in defense before placing his palm on Fushiguro’s chest and pushing his back onto the bed. That was pretty hot.

Yuji squirted much more lube than needed on his fingers and softly applied it to his cock.

His hands then cradled Fushiguro’s waist as the tip teased his entrance. “Tell me when to stop.” Megumi hesitantly nodded, and Yuji took a deep breath before his cock slid partly inside.

His eyes immediately widened and he flung up, beads of sweat rolling down his temple, a little “ah!” escaping his throat, and his dignity also escaped when his arms wrapped around Yuji. “It hurts.” A wobbly voice stated, cracking like it was a piece of glass on the verge of shattering.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Softly spoke Yuji, waiting for him to adjust. “I’m here. It’ll all feel good in a minute.” A pang of guilt hit Itadori in the chest.

As Itadori whispered comforting words into Fushiguro’s ear, all he was thinking was how Itadori was so perfect, and he was the perfect person to be doing this with.

“You’re amazing, Yuji .” He breathed, earning a small gasp from the pinkette. “I’d never hurt you, I swear on my life.” Soft, easy strokes of Itadori’s fingers coating through the tangled and messy black hair.

“Okay.” He cooed. “You can move now.”

Yuji slowly untangled himself from Megumi’s grasp, before slowly sinking his cock in further, a sharp inhale and a clench in return.

Within a second, Fushiguro began quiet moans and whimpers at the feeling of his hole stretching open. He felt incredibly good with the sensation that he never felt before.

Like clockwork, Megumi began to rock his hips onto Yuji’s cock, causing the pinkette to deeply moan, much to Fushiguro’s surprise. That also greatly turned him on more.

The room was heating up by the second, threatening to suffocate the two. Fushiguro gasped into his mouth, whining and squirming now just from the thrusts of his best friend.

Then, Yuji began to palm him. That sent him over the rails.

Fushiguro’s hips began to buck, rolling for more before they became weak as wet cement, Itadori squeezing him closer as he hungrily nicked hickeys all along his neck and collarbone.

Fushiguro couldn’t get him out of his ducking head. It was far too much. He knew sex felt good, apparently so good that Yuji would hire sex workers, but not this good.

“So good, so fucking good, oh god, Yuji-“

Yuji. Yuji. Yuji.

“Megumi -“

‘Megumi’? Fushiguro loved the sound of that.

His muscles practically shifted to spasms as his mouth sloppily gasped into Itadori’s, eyes wield shut as Fushiguro’s nails dragged down Itadori’s back.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, Yuji, I’m so close -“

“So good for me, baby. So beautiful.”

Yuji began stroking Fushiguro once more, only giving him more cries to bare.

“Oh, fuck, Yuji! You make me feel so good, ah, ngh -“

Now it was Itadori’s time to whine.

“Ahh, Fushiguro, fuck!” Another slam into Fushiguro gave more moans, and more amounts of pleasure. They definitely abandoned all plans to stay quiet.

Fushiguro couldn’t have imagined how good it felt. Yuji began babbling, talking about how amazing he is, how gorgeous and perfect. And honestly, Megumi didn’t know how much longer he could take it.

Itadori’s hand on his cock picked up its paste to match the thrusts, and Fushiguro’s head reeled back, toes clenching.

“I’m so close.” Megumi mentioned through a palm splattered across his mouth.

“I’m sorry. I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too. It’s okay, fuck.”

The moans that escaped through the crevice of Megumi’s lips made Yuji cum harder than he ever had in his life, thrusting deeply inside of him, driving out their orgasms as Fushiguro fell limp, ropes of semen spraying their bodies.

Sweat pried on Itadori as he struggled to keep himself up, prying on top of Fushiguro, who also made a whine as Itadori pulled out, followed by a bunch of ‘sorry’s’.

He collapsed on top of him, nose buried deep in his neck. Then, he nearly did something as embarrassing as Megumi.

Emotions were felt. Tears fell. And those tears turned into sobs.

“Y-Yuji… what are -“

“I’m so sorry, Megumi. I’m really sorry.”

Fushiguro’s eyes widened, his hand, exhausted as it is, reaching up and deeply massaging Yuji’s hair. “Stop. Don’t say that.”

“You were right. I should’ve saved it for you. You’re so perfect.” He cried.

Fushiguro began kissing his collarbone, temple, cheeks, neck, lips, nose, eyelids, anything his own lips could reach. He had to kiss every freckle, every strand of hair.

“Don’t say that.” Fushiguro whispered. “Please, don’t say that.“

“I really, really don’t deserve you.”

“That’s not true.” Fushiguro softly cooed. “Might sound extremely corny, but I think we’re made for each other.”

Itadori snorted.

“What? It’s true!”

“No… you’re right. It’s really corny.”

Fushiguro whacked him, lips pursing. “Sorry! Sorry…” Itadori grumbled, still clinging onto his boyfriend.

“Do you think we were too loud?…” Fushiguro asked shyly, guiltily thinking of all the others that are right next to him, reminding him that these are not thin walls.

“Definitely.”

“Nobara’s going to be pissed.”

“For sure.” Itadori giggled, causing Megumi to also laugh. Again, he has a very contagious laughter!

“Hey, Megumi?”

“What’s up?”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Yuji knew that he didn’t have to say it out loud, Megumi already knew that. But he just had to say it again, before sleep took them both.