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He pulled himself a bit further back behind the counter, an uneasy expression falling on his features as he heard the shouting and commotion from down the corridor. Yuuji grimaced as he looked down at his bare legs, only a skirt protecting his modesty. He wasn't known for being the shy kind or hiding his body away, but he had received enough strikes to the back of the head if he dared to walk around less than fully dressed to know better. Perhaps this wasn't the greatest idea that the students and his sensei had cooked up, and he should just try and sneak to his room and get changed before he was spotted.
As Yuuji moved from his hiding spot, the door slid open, revealing Gojo-sensei striking a pose.
“I'm Kugisaki Nobara!”
Yuuji looked at his face and then down to the skirt the man was wearing, and that was it; he couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up and flowed out of his mouth in rounds. His belly was tight, and tears were forming at the corners of his eyes. He absolutely needed to get his phone out and document this.
“Wait, wait, sensei, let me capture this!” He pulled out the phone and took a few quick snaps, laughing as he did.
“You better not use this against me, Itadori-kun.” The teacher mumbled as he stood back up.
“Well, that depends-”
Gojo's face dropped into a mock scowl before he turned to look down the hallway. A rumbling of stampeding feet was heading straight for him. With truly comical speed, his expression morphed into one of sheer panic, a look unbefitting of the world's strongest sorcerer.
“Yikes! Got to go, save yourself!”
Yuuji's eyes widened, and he quickly ducked back down behind the kitchen counter, pulling himself into the furthest corner. He waited as still as possible as he heard the sounds of both Kugisaki and Maki on the warpath after Gojo. Yuuji let out a small condolence; it was likely that they had already gotten to Inumaki and Panda. It was only supposed to be a joke. It's not like they can normally do stuff like this with the lives they lead in the world of sorcery, but especially not when the serial fun-killer—who makes up their quartet of second years—is around. Thankfully for them, he wasn't here today.
Sukuna was still on punishment for unnecessarily breaking Inumaki’s arm during a mission. Yuuji didn't know all the details, just that his indifference to his fellow sorcerer needed to be dealt with. Since then, the guy has been on solo missions, supposedly learning why it's important to have teammates and people that you can trust to have your back and work with. From what Yuuji could gather, Sukuna preferred it like that anyway. So it was less of a punishment and more of a reward for the asshole's behavior in that sense. But that didn't matter too much to Yuuji; he had his own way of dealing with Sukuna. They were practically mortal enemies—well, more like rivals—at this point, so Yuuji was quite happy to beat seven shades of shit out of him, just as Sukuna was happy to do the same to him. It resolved the arguments they often got into, and the faculty seemed to have cottoned onto it enough that they just let it happen and didn't bother interfering; that, or they just can't be bothered anymore.
Enjoying the blissful peace—although nothing about what the girls were doing was peaceful right now, but Yuuji could at least pretend, don't take that away from him—in Sukuna's absence, Yuuji sighed with his eyes closed.
When the rabble of voices had disappeared out of earshot, Yuuji pulled himself up and out of his hiding spot, sighing in relief for Gojo diverting the attention far away from him at least. Especially as Yuuji was also wearing one of Kugisaki's skirts. Shit.
It was only then that it occurred to him that he didn't have anything to change into and his dorm room was on the other side of campus. With the others on the warpath, Yuuji didn't think he would make it back to his room alive at this point.
He crept toward the door, edging across the wall until he got to the entryway. Yuuji poked his head out, scanning the area; it seemed clear enough. Until he heard a shriek in the distance.
Nope.
Withdrawing his head, he decided that here was a better place for the time being.
In the end, he just resigned himself to staying in the kitchen until it died down a bit and he could exit discreetly. It was ridiculous, yes. But it was hilarious and needed just so they could break the tension that's been lingering in the air for a while now.
Yuji dropped his shoulders as he wandered back over to the main hub of the kitchen and started looking through the ingredients cupboard, seeing what he could do or make to pass the time. His eyes danced over the multitude of brightly colored packaging until a recipe sprung to mind. He was going to make a round of cookies to at least attempt to placate the others. And who knows, it might even save his life if he's found.
By the time he had finished mixing up the ingredients, shaping them, and popping them in the oven, Yuuji was happily swaying to the beat as he almost wordlessly hummed a song that was circling his brain. The shifting of his skirt barely registered to him anymore as he felt surprisingly more comfortable in it than he had anticipated. Even if it was just for a joke, he wasn't going to look too hard at that at the moment. Right now, his brain was focused on:
- Bribe material in the form of fresh homemade cookies
- Remaining hidden and
not being murderednot getting caught - Song lyrics that were burrowing deeper into his brain
- and-
“Fuck.”
A deep, breathy whisper came from somewhere behind him, startling Yuuji. His eyes widened, hoping to any god that would listen that it wasn't the only asshole sorcerer that he knew. Yuuji quickly moved to turn, attempting to nip the guaranteed slew of derogatory insults in the bud. But before he could, two thick, uniform-clad arms caged him against the kitchen countertop.
“What the hell, Sukuna? Fuck off, will you!”
The other student was close enough to block any escape but remained just shy of any contact with Yuuji's body. Although the warm, uneven breath that trickled down his neck felt invasive enough.
This wasn't a great position, after all, and the way they treated each other, Sukuna could easily kill him—they despised each other enough for that to be a reality.
Yuuji froze, knowing it was likely going to incite another fight between them. It always did. That wasn't the world of sorcery fault, it was just their conflicting personalities—they both stood for different things. Yuuji usually asserted that it was to do with him having morals and Sukuna having none, though he'd accept other reasons too. Nothing to do with ability or technique. That's just how things were and were supposed to be.
Yuuji made to try and turn. “If you're just going to-”
But Sukuna’s larger frame blanketed him, cutting off Yuuji’s words as he leaned in closer, lips just leaving a ghost of a touch on the shell of the younger man’s ear as he whispered, “Now why are you wearing that, hmm?”
As soon as Yuuji felt a finger trace the edge of the skirt, he threw his elbow backwards, aiming straight for Sukuna’s gut. “It's not for you. Asshole.”
Catching his elbow, a low chuckle followed down the column of Yuuji’s neck, short puffs of warm breath, yet still not making contact.
Yuuji's instant reaction was to continue to fight, shove the only asshole first year away from him, maybe give him a few well-placed punches, and storm out of the communal kitchen, forgetting that this ever happened. Yet, with the proximity, heat started to pool far too low in Yuuji’s abdomen, triggering something that he had tried to deny in all the altercations that he and Sukuna had had over the past year. Trying to forget the nights he had touched himself at the memories of pining the other in combat, of that stupid smug smile that made him want to shove his dick so far in it, of dangerous hands that he wanted so deep inside him. Those thoughts quickly overwhelmed him, and he found himself absentmindedly bucking his ass back.
As it met a solid, clothed length, Yuuji’s eyes widened. What had he just done?
Sukuna smirked against Yuuji's shoulder, taking the movement as the sign that they both wanted to move. With a breathy hum, Sukuna let one of his arms circle around Yuuji’s front, tracing the band where the top of the skirt sat and the muscles underneath where the deep V-line disappeared under the material, as he ground tighter against the younger man’s ass.
“What are we, uh, doing here?” Yuuji moaned lightly, letting his head fall backwards as his own growing cock was pressed forward against the countertop, each grind adding a delicious pressure that had him dazed in moments. “I-I mean, you hate me.”
Freeing a hand, Sukuna pulled at the hem of Yuuji's skirt, letting his deft fingers slide up the smooth muscular skin of Yuuji's thigh to caress the plump cheeks that were barely hidden, gradually pulling them apart, allowing for better access with his clothed cock. “Hmm, now, that can't be true," Sukuna intoned. "I don’t fuck things I hate.” He let his lips latch onto the tender skin in the crook of Yuuji's neck.
Yuuji couldn't help the way he choked on his own pooling saliva at the admission. Fuck? They were going to fuck? Here?! It was like Yuuji’s fantasies and nightmares had been rolled into one and forcibly delivered into the back of his head with a side of non-refundable embarrassment. Was he really thinking about this, especially with an absolute menace that he thought despised him only up until a few minutes ago?
As a whimper was pulled out of him with a roll of Sukuna's hips from behind, Yuuji's thoughts became barely tangible. He was certain he was leaking precum now against the counter, but the sensation was practically swallowed up by the movements. Hands were both holding him close, making him feel encapsulated in that almost overwhelming warmth and aura, as well as working to part his cheeks further, making him want to sink himself back down on the clothed cock that was teasingly pushing against him.
When fingers found Yuuji's mouth, his eyes opened for the first time in a while—he wasn't even sure how long it had been at this point. Those thick digits promptly encircled his tongue and practically traced every fold and crease into the back of his throat. Yuuji could have easily gagged on the two thick fingers, but the praise of ‘good boy’ had him dutifully swallowing them, reflexes be damned.
With a sharp pop, the fingers left his lips, fully saturated and trailing spit with them. They found their way to his waiting hole. The one that was both hesitantly and eagerly clenching down on nothing in anticipation. One finger circled his tight ring, pressing lightly at first, letting it adjust and hug at Sukuna's fingertip, before it sank in, making its home deep in his hole.
“N-Not without l-lube.” Yuuji stuttered out.
“Relax brat, I've got this.”
Yuuji wished that Sukuna's words could have provided some comfort, but personally knowing the man and having worked in the field with him, Yuuji quickly learned that Sukuna didn't do anything for anyone else that wasn't self-serving. Damn, this really isn't a good idea.
But before Yuuji could continue his speculation on whether his judgment was intact, the lewd sound of a glob of spit was delivered behind him, pulling him away from his thoughts.
Yuuji wanted to die for what he was thinking. Because all he could think about was those damn fingers. Those dangerously thick fingers that had practically just choked him down in the throat were now rummaging so deep in his ass, brushing past that firm spot of pleasure, sending the most beautiful fireworks behind his eyelids. The breath behind him, just as eager as his, promised a good time. Yuuji was almost at his limit with those deft fingers pushing in and out in such a succinct and focused motion. Until they pulled away, leaving him hollow and wanting. He needed to be filled to feel whole again. Yuuji couldn't help but chase the feeling, pushing himself further back in search of those divine fingers of Sukuna's of all people.
Instead he met something else, warm, thick, and brimming with eagerness. It teased at his open ring, and before Yuuji could think any more about it, he welcomed it in.
As Sukuna entered, his cockhead disappearing, he was almost speechless as his eyes rolled back at the glorious sensation. “Fuck…”
They both stifled a groan, pausing only for a moment to accommodate, but the sound could barely be contained, especially when Sukuna pulled back slightly to bury himself all the way to the hilt. Shaky breaths as they stood still, perfectly slotted together. Yuuji trembled in his grip on the countertop, the intrusion a delightful mix of burn and balm.
Any thoughts Yuuji had about regretting this had died the moment he was well and truly filled. A cock so perfectly snug, he wondered how they would ever separate. His musings were interrupted though, as Sukuna began to shuffle slightly. The sound of a camera shutter had Yuuji tense in an instant, which elicited a groan out of the man behind him.
“I'm definitely going to be using this later.” Sukuna breathed out with a slight husk, although there was still an air of smugness that radiated from his voice.
Yuuji tried to turn around, disbelief powering him. “Did you just take a fucking photo?!”
Sukuna lightly thrust his hips forward. “So? I'm going to want to remember this for a long time.”
Maybe Yuuji would have bolted if he hadn't been pinned. Maybe he would have donkey kicked the guy if he didn't have his cock in him. Maybe his own cock was still so hard that it was begging him to let this slide so that he could feel this pleasure just a little longer.
“You better delete that-”
“Not a chance.” He thrusted again, letting out a pleased hum.
Yuuji bit the inside of his lip that time. “Uhm, that's not going to, mhmm, work.”
Fuck, it was going to work.
Sukuna drew back and slowly slid back in, giving an extra push up into Yuuji, making him squeak when he was completely sheathed.
“I suppose I could stop, and we'll say no more about this. Go back to our usual… disagreements.”
He thrust in again, pulling an achingly prolonged groan out of Yuuji as he slowly dragged his cock over that golden spot.
“Good choice.” Sukuna breathed against him, tickling the hairs of his undercut.
At that point, Yuuji’s mind had betrayed him. That pace was too bitingly languid, holding him hostage to his sensations. Pleasure pulling groan after groan with no end in sight. And truthfully, Yuuji didn't want it to stop. He had been fooling himself that he didn't want this, that he didn't fantasize about this deep into the night, and it seemed that he wasn't the only one. Sukuna had more than apparently felt the same way—or at least something like that.
There was one thing he wanted now.
“More,” Yuuji moaned out.
With a grin that almost cracked his face, Sukuna used one hand to pull Yuuji tight to him and the other hand gripping the countertop. His mouth caressing Yuuji's neck. He didn't take long before he pushed in, sheathing himself hard and slamming out a muffled squeak out of Yuuji. Sukuna could have laughed at the way his brat tried to stifle his sound, but instead he was too consumed with how damn good his walls felt. How each slide felt like he was getting closer and closer to heaven's gate.
Pound after pound, Yuuji sank deeper and lower onto the counter surface, flour remnants coating him, completely oblivious as he took Sukuna's entire length, ramming his hole again and again. He was already so close with those fingers alone, but this perfect cock that he had never seen only felt was bringing him to the edge of consciousness with how stratospheric his pleasure was right now. No thoughts, only pleasure.
The moan and slaps were all the sounds that could be heard over the gentle hum of the oven.
The edge was in sight, just a few more thrusts, and Yuuji tensed, the coil deep within him snapping. Toes curling in his boots, fingers almost denting the counter, he shot his load against the inside of the skirt.
Sukuna kept going; the uneven murmurs of how good Yuuji was, how perfect he felt, soon delved into grunts, snapping his hips at a faster pace. He came deep, a splash of white painting a home inside of Yuuji.
It was truly the best sensation. He couldn't ever remember climaxing like that before with someone else or even his own hand.
Sukuna leaned forward and kissed Yuuji's neck and up past his ear. Yuuji turned his head, their lips just meeting a tentative taste of the other that pulled them both into a deeper kiss. Delicious. So perfect. So-
BEEP-BEEP BEEP-BEEP BEEP-BEEP BEEP-BEEP
They were both startled by the sound. Yuuji clenched down as Sukuna's shrinking cock fell out of his hole with a wet pop as he stepped back slightly. With cum now staining the front and back of the skirt, dry cleaning might not be an option; he might have to burn it.
Yuuji turned his head around with a smile, unsure but content having just been sated. There was a shared agreement in that look; they had both felt it.
Yuuji felt a chuckle play on his lips as he continued leaning on the counter, unsure of the strength in his legs and arms right now, shock still lingering. All while Sukuna tucked himself back in and straightened his uniform out.
BEEP-BEEP BEEP-BEEP BEEP-BEEP BEEP-BEEP
Before they had even finished gathering their thoughts and attending to the noisy oven. The stampede of bodies down the hall made themselves known as they hunted down the sound of the oven timer like a beacon. As if it held the last bastion of good food, and they were tracking it down like snarling bloodhounds.
With barely enough time to separate from one another's space, Yuuji righted himself, wiping his messy locks from his sweaty forehead—and suddenly became very conscious of the draft that moved under his skirt. His ring was still slick with cum, pulsating as it mourned the loss of that perfect puzzle piece that fit it so.
He just had enough time to be somewhat composed before the first eyes laid on him through the doorway, followed a microsecond later by the rest of the hungry horde.
“Itadori-kun!”
“I was hoping and praying that it was you and your delicious cooking.”
They all looked a little worse for wear, sporting varying injuries.
“Yeah, what smells so delicious?” Enquired the curious rabble.
When eyes moved from Yuuji's flushed face to glare so pointedly at Sukuna. “Urgh, what are you doing here?”
“I hope you've been treating our Itadori well?”
“He hasn't been a dick again, has he?”
Yuuji's mouth went completely dry as he tried to swallow down something, anything, to take away this wretched feeling.
When he heard the clearing of a throat next to him, Yuuji just wanted the ground to swallow him up. He had just very spiritedly had sex with the number one asshole in the whole school. In that moment, sound and the rest of the world started to feel like a distant memory.
BEEP-BEEP BEEP-BEEP BEEP-
“Aren't you going to get that?”
"Oh, uh," Yuuji chuckled awkwardly, placing his hand on the back of his completely flushed neck as he turned to look at Sukuna—who only gave an unhelpful smirk in response. “I, uh-”
“I'll get that before it burns or, worse still, escapes.” Yuuji couldn't help the confused face as he watched Sukuna crouch down next to him, where the oven was.
Yuuji went rigid as he suddenly felt a warm sensation around his ring, filling him up like a toy, and immediately the slow trickle stopped. That bastard had placed a seal on his asshole. Nothing in, nothing out without removing it.
Yuuji was all but ready to dropkick him there and then, but he was made more than aware of his company and the fact that Sukuna would probably have no qualms about outing what the two of them had just been up to. Schooling his face, Yuuji turned to smile awkwardly at his waiting senpai. Even when Sukuna swiped a finger across the front of the skirt, he kept his face straight.
Standing back up with the freshly made, deliciously sweet-smelling batch of cookies, placing them on the countertop, Sukuna popped his finger in his mouth with absolutely no shame at all. “Mm delicious. I know I'm definitely going to want more.”
He just glared in shock. Yuuji wasn't sure if his mouth was open or not. He tried to close it instead just in case, but Yuuji.exe stopped working.
Surprisingly, no one really seemed to notice. They were all far more interested in the freshly served food. That may or may not have been tainted by bodily fluids. He didn't know, and at this point, he wasn't sure he wanted to. He just wanted out of this nightmare.
Sukuna smirked beside him, casually leaning over to grab one of the cookies, snacking on it without a care in the world.
It seemed that nobody noticed the oddly quiet nature of Yuuji and just how disheveled he looked. Until Kugisaki spoke between bites, with her mouth half full, “You two fighting again?”
“This asshole? Yeah…” Yuuji awkwardly jibes.
“No, this is the asshole.” Sukuna interjected, pushed slightly against the seal on Yuuji’s hole, resulting in a small, breathless gasp escaping from the young man.
“Pfft, not nearly as much as these guys!” Kugisaki turned and jutted her thumb at the others. They were about to protest when she glared at them with murderous intent. “Oh really? Do you still think you did nothing wrong? Looks like another lesson is in order.” As she reached for her nails and hammer, the remaining group quickly made themselves scarce. Save for one brave soul who tried to pinch a cookie before escaping.
Once the rabble had disappeared from the kitchen and into the belly of the school again, Yuuji let out a huge breath that he hadn't even realized that he had been holding.
Very aware that he was now alone with Sukuna again, Yuuji almost jumped when the man leaned in close to offer that deep voice quietly into his ear. “I think I'll leave that in until next time. See you later, brat.” And with that he slapped Yuuji's ass cheeks, making him squeak at the sensation, and left.
Yuuji liked to consider himself a man of principle, his views shaping his world and his decisions. However, as both his need and want increased, Yuuji's resolve quickly dropped as he sought to seek out the other sorcerer again.
Yuuji smiled to himself as he considered that 'enemies' was too strong a term to use for whatever they were to each other. Perhaps if they channeled their feelings of hatred into fucking, then maybe that was the right way to go forward for everyone… for him… maybe.