Chapter Text
“Fuck, Fushiguro, your mouth is incredible,” Yuuji moans with a thrust of his hips, his dick currently deep in the throat of a guy.
[Freeze frame. Record scratch.]
Let’s get one thing straight first.
Itadori Yuuji was a straight man. He’s so straight. Straightest straight to ever straight.
There’s nothing he enjoys more than rolling around his frat house bed with a girl who was tall, had a big ass and long, long hair for him to pull on as he fucks them from behind. Not once, in the entirety of his twenty years on this earth, has he ever found himself attracted to men. Ever.
He knows, because he’s been up close and personal with them during his time on the school wrestling team. Yuuji’s been a frequent attendee of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu classes where guy crotch meets guy crotch 99% of the class. He’s been in locker rooms with other men all through middle school, high school, now college and not once has a man interested him. Dicks of all shapes and sizes, you name it, he’s seen it, and not once has he ever looked at one and thought ‘that’s hot’.
Seeing those flaccid, floppy dicks has always kinda grossed him out. Always makes a point to avert his eyes, really. The only dick that doesn’t gross him out is his own but hey, he’s got a pretty fuckin’ nice dick.
Yuuji also lives in a frat house and frat bros really don’t like wearing shirts. He’s seen naked men. Too many, if he were being honest. Point is — if he was gay and liked dudes, he’d know it by now.
Plus, there’s also the fact that he loves eating pussy! He loves everything about pussy!
And that’s just further proof that he isn’t gay.
But — But , he’d be a total fucking liar if he didn’t admit to himself that Fushiguro Megumi gave the best fucking blowjobs in all of history. He’s sure if Fushiguro existed during the Renaissance, there’d be madrigals, fantasias written about his cocksucking skills. It’s not like Yuuji doesn’t have a wide pool of data to compare him to either. Yuuji gets around okay — he’s experienced.
It comes with the territory when you’re the 6 foot something star quarterback of an elite college with a charming mop of pink hair and a chestnut undercut, big biceps and chest that sit tight beneath his compression shirts (always buy a size smaller if you wanna look bigger) and washboard abs you can see even when he’s not tensing. He’s a good looking guy; a mighty fine specimen.
That’s not counting his personality either; people know him. Everyone knows Itadori Yuuji. He’s loud in a literal sense and in personality, though not in an obnoxious way. In the way where he’s the life of the party. He has a presence. People are drawn to him naturally, like a moth to a flame. Around campus, guys wanna be him and girls wanna be with him. And with him, the girls have been.
Which means he’s had his dick sucked many a time. Which is also why he can say that Fushiguro Megumi truly does have a magical mouth, brought on this earth to suck his dick like it’s a capri sun. Because right now, said man is on his knees, giving him the time of his fucking life.
Drool gathers at the corners of Fushiguro’s mouth as his head slides along the length of Yuuji’s cock until he’s nosing at the hairs above Yuuji’s cock. When the tip hits the back of Fushiguro’s throat, it constricts deliciously, perfectly . It’s obscene — seeing the way Fushiguro’s plush lips redden, wrapped around the thick girth of Yuuji’s fat cock. He’s wearing a black choker with a little charm that makes a dinging sound every time Fushiguro takes Yuuji’s entire cock into his mouth in one smooth motion. It’s like a little warning bell for Yuuji just before each time Fushiguro choke slams himself onto Yuuji’s dick and takes a year off his life.
“ Nggghhh god, where’ve you been all my life?” Yuuji gasps, a handful of Fushiguro’s hair wound tight in his grip. “Your mouth is so incredible.”
Fushiguro moans, lewdly, around Yuuji’s cock at the praise and tongues at Yuuji’s slit. He shoves a hand down his pants and starts rubbing himself off. It’s kinda hot , Yuuji thinks. That Fushiguro would be so into sucking dick, he’s gotta get himself off. But that thought leaves as quickly as it enters his brain, right as he comes, hard, down Fushiguro’s throat. Tensed stomach, hips stuttering wildly into Fushiguro’s mouth, hand gripped tight to hold Fushiguro’s head in place as he empties his balls down the back of Fushiguro’s throat.
Yuuji notices Fushiguro within the first week of school, a year and a half before Fushiguro sucked his dick. They shared the same bullshit introductory classes, how to write an essay, how to reference sources properly etc. It was hard not to notice Fushiguro with hair as spikey as his own but black as ink. Even though he sat at the very back of the class, curled in on himself, Yuuji’s eyes were drawn to him immediately when he’d turned around mid-way through class to crack his back.
Yuuji had flashed him his usual charming boyish grin when they made eye contact and Fushiguro scowled. Yuuji just shrugged it off; the guy evidently hated other people and Yuuji couldn’t relate. He just loved making friends!
Once those classes were over, he’d see Fushiguro here and there on campus in the food courts or the library. Never at any parties though. Not that Yuuji gave him much thought. He was just a little intriguing with his mysteriously aloof personality and what seemed like a permanent scowl etched to his face. But aside from these rare encounters, for all intents and purposes, Fushiguro was just another pretty face on campus. Nothing extremely special.
Then Yuuji rocked up to football practice early one day and found out that the college cheerleading team practiced on the same field before the football team. They’re in the middle of practicing a routine when he spots a spike of ink black hair rotating in the air and his eyes follow the spot. That’s when he finds out that Fushiguro’s on the cheerleading team as a cheerleader , wearing a cheerleading uniform, skirt and all, and his brain promptly short circuits.
He made sure to arrive early to practice after that because wow all those flips and tumbles and shit that Fushiguro could do were so cool, very cool. Cheerleaders were peak athleticism and as a fellow athlete, Yuujii admired that.
There was also no denying that Fushiguro was a very… pretty dude. Anyone with eyes would agree.
Plus, Yuuji’s comfortable enough with his sexuality that he can admit a guy’s good looking. With his rainforest green eyes, heart-shaped face and pale skin that would flush a nice pink when it was cold. When he wasn’t at practice, Fushiguro would wear tight, tight sweaters that showed off his tiny, slim waist and the fact that he was all lean muscle with a pert ass.
(Yuuji knows this because he’d been on the quad throwing a frisbee around with his best friend Todo, when Fushiguro walked past him, tripped over a rock and dropped some books. He’d bent over to pick them up while wearing jeans that fit like a glove and Yuui had stared one beat too long, entirely missing the frisbee coming his way. The frisbee nicked his eyebrow.
Anyway, it wasn’t gay that he was staring no matter how much Todo insisted because Fushiguro could’ve definitely been mistaken for a chick from that angle and Yuujii’s always been an ass man.)
(Yuuji had also watched, quite frankly, an alarming amount of cheer practices ever since he realised Fushiguro’s on the team. The other cheerleaders try to preen and show off and they’re all super hot. Yuuji could definitely have a different one in his bed each night. He’s the star quarterback after all. But his eyes are always, always drawn to Fushiguro, with his slender, lean muscled arms and the tight training skirt he wears that emphasises the curvature of his ass. It makes him a little confused but also a little intrigued, because Yuuji’s definitely straight.)
So Yuuji reasons that he finds Fushiguro intriguing because he’s a different kind of dude than Yuuji is used to. He doesn’t stink of axe body spray or exude a raging amount of testosterone that makes Yuuji want to pump their chests together, let out a war cry and do a keg stand after like he usually does with Todo. In fact, the brief moments they’ve brushed past each other, Fushiguro’s smelled really nice. Like jasmine or something.
But also, despite his feminine appearance and participation in a female-dominated sport, Fushiguro was very clearly, not a girl. It was obvious from the slightly broader lines of his back, the extra definition his muscles had and the way he carried himself when he was walking; it was anything but feminine. If anything, Fushiguro was a bit intimidating with the way his shoulders would hunch inwards and his arms held to the side like he was holding watermelons with his lats. He also exuded a ‘don’t-fuck-with-me’ aura. It was just so interesting how Fushiguro seemed to subvert gender norms, he thinks. Real neato burrito, mhmm (and proceeds to pat himself on the back for absorbing Nobara’s frequent rants of social constructs and heteronormativity).
Fushiguro was just so different and humans are naturally curious beings, right?
Anyway.
So it happens like this:
It’s Saturday at midnight and they’re both the only ones at the campus gym. Yuuji could’ve been at the party his frat is hosting but his upcoming games have pro scouts in attendance. He’s gotta get his form in top condition because there are pro-scouts and that means no alcohol, no partying, no fun.
Yuuji’s in the free weights section doing bicep curls and Fushiguro’s by the powerlifting area doing squats. It might be his imagination but he swears he’s being watched, and since Fushiguro’s the only other person at the gym, there’s really only one person who could be staring.
There’s mirrors lining all along the walls of the gym. At first Yuuji focuses on his form, watching his reflection in the mirror as his bicep muscles contract. But as he moves through his workout, he gets a little bored and his gaze drifts to the corner where Fushiguro is.
He watches as Fushiguro bends his knees, shoulder width apart, barbell sitting atop his delts and lowers himself to the ground slowly. He’s wearing loose shorts that are tiny that expose lithe legs that look like they go on for miles which makes sense; he’s rather tall (but not as tall as Yuuji). His top is a muscle tee with armholes that dip low and his nipples come into view as he moves. They’re cute; small, round blush pink things. When Fushiguro finishes his set and reracks the bar, Yuuji turns away quickly and moves to do some dumbbell fly presses.
It becomes a bit like a game of ping pong. Fushiguro moves onto deadlifts, still facing away from him and when Fushiguro starts on a new set, Yuuji watches while taking many sips of water. Then Fushiguro does his exercises and feels eyes on him. Rinse and repeat.
Not that Yuuji puts too much stock in it; he’s used to being stared at wherever he goes by men and women alike. His teammates make fun of him for it (he knows they’re just jealous). He just wonders why Fushiguro’s staring at him. Maybe he’s gay? Not that it matters one way or another. Yuuji’s a very accepting straight man! And he likes making new friends! Especially with people he doesn’t usually surround himself with. People who are different —- who make him curious. And Fushiguro’s personality certainly makes Yuuji curious — he’s just so…mysterious, elusive…like a stray black cat he happened to stumble upon in an alleyway.
They make brief eye contact every now and then, mostly when Yuuji doesn’t look away quick enough. He just throws on his charming Itadori Yuuji smile and gives a cute two fingered salute. Fushiguro stares blankly and Yuuji looks away towards the ground, frowning. Tough crowd.
All good though, Yuuji loves a challenge.
When Fushiguro moves onto the bench press, situating himself a little closer to Yuuji, he stacks an impressive amount of weight onto the bar. Yuuji sees an opportunity to strike up a conversation with the black alley cat. Wiping the sweat off his face with his towel, he waltzes over to where Fushiguro is. Lying supine on the bench, Fushiguro’s back is arched rather prettily, feet planted on the ground and in the middle of adjusting the position of his hands on the bar when Yuuji approaches.
“Hey there, need a spotter?” Yuuji says, hands on his hips, chest puffed out, his lips stretched in a smile showcasing his pearly white teeth.
Fushiguro’s movements freeze and his face is screwed up in an adorable scowl. He huffs a breath that has a piece of his fringe flit up and down. Fushiguro looks Yuuji up and down and a funny feeling runs through his chest that makes his brain feel like there’s a hamster running around on a wheel.
“Sure,” Fushiguro mumbles, though there’s reluctance in his tone.
“Name’s Itadori Yuuji,” he introduces with a thumb pointing to his chest.
“Fushiguro Megumi and I know who you are. ”
“Pretty name,” Yuuji grins, all teeth again. Then, “You heard of me then?”
“Hard not to around here,” Fushiguro replies, deadpan.
“Oh yeah? What’ve you heard?” Yuuji asks, with an eyebrow raised and yeah, he might be egging Fushiguro on a little.
Fushiguro looks up at him from the bench and squints a little before apparently reaching some sort of conclusion. Yuuji’s expecting an answer like ‘Star Athlete’ or ‘Most Popular Guy on Campus.’ So Yuujialmost falls over himself and eats shit on the gym floor when Megumi says with the most bland expression, “You’ve got a big dick.”
A splutter leaves his lips before shaking himself out of his shock at Fushiguro’s blunt honesty. “Not just a rumour, y’know.”
The words come out before he can catch himself and Yuuji has no idea why he’s entertaining this discussion with another dude. He’s just having a dick measuring contest with a fellow bro. Yeah, that’s all. His frat bros do it all the time. Jokes about each other’s dicks are rampant amongst fraternities. It’s totally straight. He’s totally straight.
“I’ve heard that before,” Fushiguro says, rolling his eyes.
Yuuji gives a feigned scoff of outrage. Splays a hand across his chest dramatically as if he’s truly offended. “You think I’d lie?”
“I don’t even know you. Forgive me for not trusting you.”
“I’ll have you know, I’m an honest guy,” he says with an earnest smile
Fushiguro scoffs, his face entirely skeptical and scrutinizing and unmistakably travels to the bulge at the front of Yuuji’s pants. He licks his lips. His eye twitches something mischievous. “Bet you’re not that big. You guys are all the same, saying the same old shit to girls.”
“You not one of those guys?”
When Yuuji asks that, Fushiguro’s eyes dart over and narrows, scathing.
“Ha ha, good joke.”
“Huh? I’m not joking. What would I be joking about?”
“Oh,” Fushiguro says. A pretty blush blooms over the apple of Fushiguros cheeks and creeps down his delicate neck. “I thought you were making a joke because I’m gay.”
Oh.
Oh .
Yuuji rubs the back of his neck with one hand awkwardly and lets out a deep chuckle. “Nah man, I’m totally cool with gay people. I’d never make fun of you for that.”
And jeez, that mustn’t be a standard response because Fushiguro’s shoulders kinda slump with relief and Yuuji watches as his shoulders detach from the bottom of his ears. He kinda feels a little bad now.
Clearing his throat, Fushiguro readjusts himself and returns to his perfect bench press form. Lies on his back and grips the bar above his head with firm fingers and small hands.
Okay. Hint taken. So Yuuji steps behind Fushiguro’s head.
His hands hover just below the barbell with his palms facing upwards, bending down as needed while Fushiguro’s presses the weighted bar up and down towards his chest. He lets his mind wander.
Yuuji has this thing. He has this thing where more often than not, his mouth runs faster than his brain and he says shit without thinking. It often gets him into trouble. Nothing major but it happens enough that his friends make fun of him for always speaking before thinking and accusations that he’s always running his mouth. It’s like, the only flaw he has.
“So what’s it like to get your dick sucked by a dude?”
The clang of Fushiguro reracking the barbell rings through the empty gym and he sits up.
“What the fuck kinda question is that?” Fushiguro says, his eyebrows drawn together in a frown. He already looks like he’s done with Yuuji’s shit or about to throw hands, Yuuji can’t be sure.
“Chill man, I don’t mean anything bad by it. I’m just curious if it’s different to having your dick sucked by a girl.”
“What’s it like to have your dick sucked by a girl then?” Fushiguro throws back at him with a sneer.
“Well, I wouldn’t be able to compare since I’ve never had my dick sucked by a gu — oh ,” he says, realising what a stupid fucking question it is. So silly of him. “So you’ve never gotten a blowjob from a girl?”
“No,” Fushiguro replies, curt. “I’ve always known I was gay. Besides — ” Fushiguro pauses and looks at Yuuji with an expression that makes him a little nervous. “It’s usually me doing the sucking.”
Yuuji is in the middle of taking a mouthful of water when Fushiguro says that. He promptly chokes on his water and splutters because oh no , he’s imagining Fushiguro on his knees, mouthful of cock with his perfect ass pushed out as he’s bent over and —
Fuck. He’d totally just tuned out and didn’t hear what Fushiguro said.
When he looks back down at Fushiguro, his arms are crossed, but he’s smirking like he knows what Yuuji’sbeen thinking. An unfamiliar heat blooms on his face and what the fuck, why’s he getting flustered right now?
Clearing his throat, he says, “Sorry, zoned out for a bit. Did you say something?”
“I said, let me know if you ever wanna find out what it’s like to get sucked off by a guy.”
Yuuji’s brain skids like Wiley Coyote coming to a sudden stop.
“Your mouth’s pretty small, I don’t think you could take my dick,” Yuuji says, with as much nonchalance and confidence he could muster, as if Fushiguro and his pretty, flushed face hadn’t reduced Yuuji’s brain to empty static moments ago with a single sentence.
Fushiguro smirks.
It’s a devious kinda smirk. Like Fushiguro enjoys that Yuujii rose to his bait because that’s exactly what he’d intended for Yuujii to say. “Like I said, guys always say that. Never come across one I haven’t been able to take though.”
Yuuji swallows a whimper and tries not to lose his fucking mind. Fushiguro’s mouth is still quirked up to the side and he looks like a cat who got the cream.
“I’m not gay,” Yuuji states, a little lost.
“Didn’t say you were. Could just be something between two dudes,” Fushiguro says, shrugging his shoulders like it doesn’t matter one way or another to him.
“Like a brojob?” Yuuji asks, tilting his head slightly to the side.
Fushiguro blinks at Yuuji, his arms still crossed. There’s a small shake of his head. “Sure Itadori, a brojob, because that’s a thing.”
“Really?”
“Sure,” Fushiguro deadpans.
“I feel like I’m being tricked here.”
“Oh my god. Do it, don’t do it, it makes no difference to me,” Fushiguro huffs, rolling those gemstone green eyes.
“So you’re offering?” Yuuji asks, curious, as a faceless, possibly gay goblin in his brain chants pleasepleasepleaseplease .
“That’s what I said, idiot.”
Fushiguro’s kind of a bitch but for some reason, Yuuji likes it? And man, Yuuji is getting so confused tonight because really, his dick is twitching traitorously at the thought of Fushiguro’s plump, petal-pink lips around his cock. He thinks it could just be the prospect of getting a blowjob. And it’d be gay if he didn’t like his dick getting sucked, probably. Maybe.
Also, Fushiguro’s so pretty and delicate that he…could be a girl. If not for the fact that he’s not a girl. But whatever, yolo or whatever the fuck it is kids say these days.
“Alright, let’s do it.”
It’s not the last time he gets his dick sucked by Fushiguro.
After that night at the gym, Yuuji finds himself gravitating towards Fushiguro subconsciously. It’s like he develops an in-built radar that guides him to wherever Fushiguro is located. At the cafeteria, the gym, the library. Or maybe it’s more of blowjob radar because that’s inevitably what it leads to.
Their interactions always start innocuous, like “ Weather’s a bit shit today, right? ” and then it’s “ Oh fuck, shit, how’d my cock get in your mouth? ” Doesn’t really matter where they are, the outcome’s the same. Fushiguro on his knees with a mouthful of cock, sucking on it like his life depends on it. Yuuji always ends up coming down Fushiguro’s tight, wet throat because Fushiguro’s taken his cock from tip to root. Or he’d slap Yuuji’s heavy cock against his pink tongue while looking up at him with glossy, dazed eyes and Yuuji would paint that pretty face with ropes of his cum.
(There’s something telling about how Yuuji’s always thinking about how pretty Fushiguro is, but he bats it away like an annoying fruit fly. Whatever.)
He starts to enjoy Fushiguro’s company as more than just a slutty cocksleeve to get himself off. Fushiguro’s actually really nice to be around. Beyond his dicksucking skills, he has a calming presence and they end up hanging out quite a bit with Fushiguro taking him through his o-chem homework or Fushiguro next to him, quietly reading a book while he plays games.
It’s fun and real convenient. For example, when he’s waiting for a Call of Duty lobby to fill, Fushiguro’s on his knees on the soft fabric of Yuujii’s rug in his room at the frat house, soft hands pressed against Yuuji’s thighs and taking his cock deep in his throat like a fucking champ. Fushiguro refrains from touching his balls though, because that would be pretty gay.
They even start playing video games together. Turns out Fushiguro’s a fucking Super Smash Bros messiah because his guardian or not-dad trained him up when he was younger and winning makes Fushiguro horny. So after Fushiguro’s done annihilating him at Smash Bros, he annihilates Yuuji again with his pretty mouth, tight lips and blessed-by-the-heavens throat. Absolute throat goat.
The both of them have a pretty good agreement going on, Yuuji thinks.
It’s a random Sunday afternoon. All his friends are still sleeping off their hangovers from last night so he’d invited Fushiguro over to keep him company. Fushiguro’s about to deliver a blow to Yuuji’s character that’ll knock him off the Smash Bros stage when Yuuji has a sudden thought.
“Hey, would you uhh ever let me do anal?”
Fushiguro fucks up the combo and turns to look at Yuuji with his mouth open, wide-eyed and incredulous like Yuuji’s just grown a second head. “What?”
Running his hand through his hair, Yuujii repeats, “Would you ever do anal…with me?”
“And I repeat, what?”
Yuuji scratches the back of his head, his elbow bent awkwardly. But then he clears his throat, and casually, patiently, Yuuji says, “You heard me. None of the girls I’ve slept with ever let me do anal. I’m curious what it’s like and I’m assuming you take it up the ass right?”
“Why would you assume I’m the one who gets fucked?” Fushiguro scowls, his arms crossed with the Switch controller hanging loosely from thin elegant fingers.
Yuuji challenges Fushiguro’s question with a raise of his right eyebrow because they both know why. Fushiguro can’t be completely ignorant to his disposition, can he?
They hold each other’s gazes for a few moments before Fushiguro breaks and gives Yuuji an absolutely scathing glare that does absolutely nothing except highlight how cute his little button nose is. Then, he sighs and slumps his shoulders down. “Whatever. Shut up.”
“So?”
“You want to fuck my ass,” Fushiguro states crudely, looking at Yuuji like he’s wholly unimpressed.
“Yeah, I mean it’s a win win right? You get fucked and I get to fuck,” he says while giving Fushiguro two thumbs up and his face looking like the :D emoticon.
Fushiguro chews on his lip as he thinks, his expression giving absolutely nothing away while Yuuji sits nervously beside him. “I uhh, I dunno. It’s getting late and I gotta go home to take my dogs for a walk and feed them and stuff…”
“Wait, you’ve got dogs?” Yuuji exclaims. Man, Fushiguro gets more awesome the more he gets to know him.
“Yeah, two of ‘em. A black and a white newfoundland,” Fushiguro says proudly.
Yuuji loves dogs, loves them so fucking much and he’s never seen a newfoundland in real life before. “Can I meet them?” he asks eagerly.
Fushiguro bites the corner of his lip in contemplation and Yuuji’s heart begins to sink before Fushiguro shrugs his shoulders and says, “Sure, why not.”
They make their way out of living room and Yuuji pretends he’s a spy, peeking around the corner with gun hands to make sure none of his frat bros catches them. Fushiguro just huffs and follows him with the most bland look on his face. Yuuji doesn’t miss the slight smile every now and then.
When they reach Fushiguro’s apartment complex (because he lives in an apartment and not one of the dorms. Yuuji finds himself wanting to know more about this elusive man because how can he afford an apartment?) Yuuji is bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. Oh man, he loves dogs so much, especially big ones!
The elevator ride up is silent and Yuuji is in awe as the number keeps climbing until they reach the top of the building . It’s a lone hallway with a singular door at the end of it. Before Megumi punches in the numbers to enter his apartment, he says, “Don’t get in their face just yet. Let me slowly introduce you guys, they can be really over protective.”
Distantly he thinks if Fushiguro was his, he’d also be protective.
There’s already scratching at the door, paws skittering on floorboards. Fushiguro very slowly opens the door and steps inside, two giant dogs jumping for Fushiguro’s attention. He holds a palm out to signal to Yuuji to stay by the door.
“Down, boys,” he commands, and they both whine but follow through, sitting politely in front of Fushiguro with their tails wagging furiously. Something about the authoritative voice Fushiguro uses flicks a switch in his brain and the next words that come out of Fushiguro’s mouth makes Yuuji’s brain skid to a fucking halt.
Fushiguro bends down, both hands outstretched to scratch behind their ears and says, “Who’s a good boy?”
And Yuuji’s brain automatically supplies, “ Me .” He flinches when he realises what he just thought and it grabs Fushiguro’s attention. What the hell was that?
Fushiguro is oblivious to the conundrum that’s bouncing around in Yuuji’s head and instead, gestures for him to come forward, but slowly. So Yuuji steps forward one step at a time, afraid to catch their attention off guard and the growls that would inevitably follow.
“Hold your hand out so they can sniff it first,” Fushiguro suggests.
Yuuji follows the instruction, looking like an idiot with a hand outstretched as he edges towards the dogs. Three steps in, he steps on a floorboard that creaks and the dogs immediately flick their attention towards Yuuji. He freezes as they both get up from their sitting position.
“Shiro…Kuro…,” Fushiguro warns.
Yuuji’s eyes are wide open, fearing for his life before he’s tumbled over by two a hundred and thirty pound dogs, licking his face like their life depends on it.
“What the fuck,” Fushiguro says.
Yuuji can’t help but giggle and laugh, delighted that the dogs already like him as he’s mauled on the floor. He’s carding his hands through their fur. “Wow, Fushiguro, their coats are so soft. You must take such good care of them!” he says, impressed because genuinely, caring for two giant teddy bears and balancing school and extracurricular activities must be so much work.
Between bits of fur, he catches Fushiguro staring at him, eyes wide and in shock, his mouth open slightly. “They’ve never taken to someone so quickly.” Then quietly he adds, “Took Gojo forever and he bought them for me…”
And Yuuji frowns, wondering who Gojo is. He takes stock of the neat yet luxurious apartment with its floor to ceiling windows, high ceilings and a large kitchen with shiny, branded appliances. There’s no way a college student can afford something like this. Does…does Fushiguro have a sugar daddy? He’s hot enough for sure, and he sucks dick like it’s an Olympic sport.
His stomach curdles at the thought that Fushiguro might have that arrangement with someone but brushes it off, unwilling to let himself be jealous . Him and Fushiguro are nothing. Instead he focuses on the soft fur, the wet licks of the dogs who are still slurping at him and revels in his dream of being attacked by two big dogs. His moment of joy is interrupted when he hears Fushiguro mumble something, his face contorted into something unreadable.
“You say something?” Yuuji asks, a little out of breath as he finally begins pushing the dogs off of him.
Fushiguro jolts and his big, emerald eyes dart to Yuuji. “I said, I need to have higher standards,” Fushiguro replies, and swallows thickly. He shakes his head, a palm covering his forehead and it looks like he’s disappointed in himself but Yuuji can’t figure out why.
“Higher standards? For what?”
Shaking his head, Fushiguro says, “Never mind.”
“Okay…” he replies, before frowning at Fushiguro who stands a little awkwardly, his fingers twiddling with the hem of his shirt.
“Didyoustillwannafuckme?”
The words come out so fast that Yuuji barely catches them. If not for the way Fushiguro practically shouts them, Yuuji’s sure he would’ve missed it entirely.
He turns to look at Fushiguro, surprised, and finds Fushiguro wringing his hands looking absolutely mortified, eyes resolutely avoiding Yuuji’s. Well, this embarrassment won’t do. Sex is normal! Sex is fun! But more importantly —
“So I was right! You are the bottom!” Yuuji crows victoriously, a hand on his hip and a finger pointing at Fushiguro, who looks outraged.
“Do you wanna do this or not?” Fushiguro grits out, his face in that adorable scowl as he attempts to stare down Yuuji with his head tilted up.
Yuuji lets out a full-bellied laugh, bending over at his waist. Unthinking, he grabs Fushiguro’s hand and asks, “Bedroom?”
Fushiguro leads them to the back of the apartment and opens the door to his bedroom before closing it behind him, after telling his dogs to ‘ stay ’ in that authoritative tone of his that’s both confusing and arousing. His bedroom is as neat as the rest of the apartment and huge . There’s two bookshelves overflowing with books the size of Yuuji’s textbooks and a large king bed with plush looking dark navy covers. As they enter his bedroom, Fushiguro asks, “Isn’t this gonna be a little too gay for you?”
Yuuji makes himself at home flops onto Fushiguro’s bed, his back hitting the mattress and brings his hands behind his head to rest against. He thinks.
“Hmmmm. Not really. Any hole is the goal, ya know. Plus, it’s only really gay for the one taking it.”
“Are you being serious right now?” Fushiguro deadpans.
“Oh sorry,” Yuuji says, raising himself by his elbows, “Was that homophobic? Sorry, I can be really dumb sometimes so just tell me to fuck off if I said something offensive.”
“That’s not…” Fushiguro starts with two fingers steepling at his brow, then must think better of whatever it is he planned to say. “Never mind,” he finishes with another shake of his head and a sigh.
“God have mercy on me,” Yuuji hears Fushiguro whisper to himself as he stares up at the ceiling, his hands hanging limply by his sides.
“That’s not very nice to say to someone when you’re boutta have sex with them,” Yuuji jokes, barking a laugh.
Another resigned sigh later, Fushifuro’s standing at the edge of his bed, a hand on his narrow hips and his hand out, palm facing upwards. “Can you grab me my lube, it’s in the top drawer,” he says expectantly, but awkwardly. “I need to prepare myself.”
“One bottle of lube comin’ right up. Can I watch you prepare yourself?”
Fushiguro's face flushes all the way to his hairline. “ Why would you wanna watch that?”
Shrugging casually, Yuuji says, “I’m a curious guy. Plus, I’m always down to learn something new!” He finishes off his justification by placing his hands together like he’s praying, tilts his head to the side and adds, “Please?”
“ Fine ,” Fushiguro says, dragging his hand down his face and tentatively starts taking off his pants and boxer briefs, revealing toned, milky pale thighs, his shirt just long enough to cover where his cock is.
Fushiguro awkwardly gets onto his bed, peeling back his duvet covers to not dirty them. He turns around and shuffles on his knees so that his back is facing Yuuji. Once he’s grabbed the lube off of Yuuji’s hands and drizzled some over his fingers, he bends at the waist and Yuuji feels like he’s been winded by the sight of Fushiguro: he’s on his knees, face pressed into his mattress, face tilted to the side and his round, pert ass facing Yuuji — the very definition of face down, ass up.
The position also gives him a front row seat to Fushiguro’s cute puckered hole and Yuuji is surprised to find himself enamoured by it. It’s so fucking hot and he realises that he’s excited to see Fushiguro fingering himself open. Doesn’t think this excitement would extend to any other dude though. Other guys are gross and hairy, Yuuji thinks.
Not Fushiguro though. His ass is nice and smooth. Hairless. It’s fucking phenomenal, all round and plump. It’s better than all the chicks he’s slept with, he thinks. It’s shapely in a way that would only be possible on a guy.
Yuuji wants to bite into the meat of Fushiguro’s ass but settles for a slap instead and watches the way it jiggles. God, he can’t wait to fuck Fushiguro’s ass. The resounding high-pitched noise that comes from Fushiguro’s mouth after Yuuji slaps him sends a bolt of electricity to his cock. Reminds him of the noises girls usually make when he fingers them just right. “Oh, you like being slapped around, baby?”
Fushiguro doesn’t respond, just reaches behind himself and traces the skin around his hole and it makes Yuuji’s cock twitch in interest.
“Itadori, shut the fuck up,” Fushiguro bites out as he sinks the first finger deep into the pretty, pink hole with a low groan.
He sees the way Fushiguro’s cheeks have a dusting of pink and his words must’ve made Fushiguro embarrassed. Yuuji chuckles to himself and before he can help himself, grabs a handful of ass and squeezes. Fushiguro gasps.
“Sorry, you have a really nice ass, couldn’t resist,” Yuuji says and lands another slap on Fushiguro’s exposed butt cheek.
“Th-Thank you?” Fushiguro sputters through his continued prep, a confused lilt in his voice
“No worries!” Yuuji replies with a thumbs up, then settles himself back into his cushions and watches Fushiguro’s slender finger thrust in and out of his hole.
Thing is, Yuuji’s an impatient man. He’s also a do-er; not one to sit idly by and watch others do all the work. His friends say he has golden retriever energy and his grandpa put him into all kinds of sports at a young age for a reason. He’s getting impatient sitting here watching Fushiguro prep himself. The position can’t be comfortable for Fushiguro either. Like, his wrist is gonna start to hurt; it’s unsustainable and well, he likes to help out wherever he can! His grandpa instilled in him a strong desire to help others.
Body thrumming with restlessness, Yuuji brings a finger up to his own mouth and sucks it. Gathers up extra saliva to wet his finger. Then, he reaches forward so that his fingers join Fushiguro’s and slowly enters the hole in front of him, thrusting in tandem.
“I-Itadori?” Fushiguro gasps, slightly panicked.
Yuuji uses his other hand to rub Fushiguro’s ass soothingly. “It’s okay. Just me. Wanna help you out. Feel what you’re feeling too. I like learning, remember?”
He’s always found ass play hot in the (straight) porn he watches, and now’s no exception.
“Okay,” Fushiguro stutters out, and Yuuji withdraws Fushiguro’s hand, who brings it up to rest beside his head.
Grabbing the bottle of lube, he slicks up two fingers and pushes them in. Fushiguro lets out a slutty whine and oh boy, Yuuji likes the sound of that. He curls and twists his fingers this way and that — for science! He’d always enjoyed science experiments, even as a kid. Mentos in a coke bottle. Baking soda and vinegar. This isn’t any different, Yuuji thinks. He wants to know what makes Fushiguro moan like a bitch in heat.
He presses his fingers down, and Fushiguro moans like a whore. Success! He must’ve found Fushiguro’s prostate. See? He’s learning .
“M-More Yuuji, please ,” Fushiguro moans.
When he pulls his fingers out, he stills them and adds lube to his ring finger. Once it’s slicked up, he adds it to the two already inside Fushiguro and watches his hole stretch around Yuuji’s three fingers. He fingers Fushiguro with one hand and unbuttons his jeans with the other. He groans with relief when he gets his cock out and gives himself a few pumps. He’s surprised at how hard he is already.
A light sheen of sweat appears over Fushiguro’s pale, lean back, his juicy ass and thighs; he’s glowing and Yuuji thumbs at his own slit, spreading a bead of precum and fuck , he’s so turned on right now.
“Think you can take me yet?” he asks, an edge of desperation to his voice because on God, if he doesn’t get inside Fushiguro soon he’s going to fucking die. He’s so hard now it hurts, the head of his cock purpling and all he wants is to feel how possibly warm and wet Fushiguro is.
“Yeah, yeah, put it in,” Fushiguro rasps, his throat gravelly from how loud he’s been moaning from just Yuuji’s fingers prepping him.
“Got a condom?” Yuuji asks, a moment of responsible lucidity hitting him.
“I-I’m clean, we can go without if you are,” Fushiguro mutters shyly.
“Yeah, yeah I got tested recently,” Yuuji reassures.
His rim flutters nice and pretty when Yuuji all but yanks his fingers out, Fushiguro gasping and twitching. When he removes his pants the rest of the way, he gets on his knees. Yuuji smooths his palms over the twin globes of Fushiguro’s ass before lining his cock up. There’s a bit of resistance when he pushes the head of his cock against Fushiguro’s glistening entrance, but he adds a little more pressure and Fushiguro’s hole continues to stretch around the fat head.
“Oh…fuck, big , so big Ita-Itadori,” Fushiguro moans, breathless. Then Fushiguro brings both hands around to his ass and spreads his cheeks, fingers digging into the flesh. Yuuji thinks he’s going to have a fucking heart attack as he continues inching his thick cock inside Fushiguro, eyes frozen on the spot where he and Fushiguro join together. It’s obscene to see how the skin of Fushiguro’s hole stretches to accommodate Yuuji’s cock.
Eventually, Yuuji sheathes himself all the way to the base with a punched out groan and feels Fushiguro’s body fall limp as he lets out a high-pitched whimper. If Yuuji’s arm wasn’t wrapped around his waist, Fushiguro would’ve collapsed flat onto the bed.
Holy fucking hell, this is fucking incredible , Yuuji’s brain rattles out, somehow managing to strings words together, clinking like loose screws shaken in a box.
It’s everything Yuuji imagined it’d be and more . But he can’t tell if it’s an anal thing or a Fushiguro thing. He’s much too horny to think about that right now, anyway.
It’s so different to a pussy, that much he can parse. But like, a really fucking good different. If he’s not careful, he might get addicted to the way Fushiguro’s hole swallows and squeezes his entire cock. Addicted to the way Fushiguro’s warm heat engulfs the head of his sensitive cock all the way to the base, hugging his cock tight. He wants to make a fucking home inside Fushiguro.
The moment he feels Fushiguro relax entirely around him, Yuuji jackhammers into him, drawing out the sluttiest sounds from Fushiguro — it’s unbelievable, fucking incredible, how the sounds are like music to Yuuji’s ears.
“ Ahh , Itadori, slow down — you’re gonna hnng make me cum!” Fushiguro cries out, desperate and high-pitched, the sounds of skin slapping together almost drowning his voice out.
“Yeah baby? I’m making you feel that good you’re already gonna come?” Yuuji honestly doesn’t even know where the pet name comes from, he’s much too drunk on Fushiguro’s ass and his moans to unpack that at the moment.
Fushiguro just responds with little ‘ ah, ah, ahs ’, unable to formulate any coherent words.
Yuuji keeps pumping his hips, absolutely high off the feeling of Fushiguro’s tight, slick ass sucking Yuuji’s cock in and out. He watches in amazement as his cock disappears and reappears inside Fushiguro, sheer ecstasy burning through his body like an uncontrollable fire. “Come for me, babe. Show me how good I’m making you feel.”
It’s like he’s fucking the cum out of Fushiguro because he doesn’t stop thrusting his hips as he watches Fushiguro spurt ropes of cum all over his bed. God, that was so hot watching Fushiguro cum from just his dick. Didn’t even have to get his hands on his cock to have him cum.
Yuuji slows down when Fushiguro’s finished coming. Fushiguro weakly props himself up, turns his head to face Yuuji with a cute little frown on his face. “What’s wrong? Why’d you slow down? Didn’t you wanna come inside me?”
And fuck .
Yuuji’s just a dude. He’s just a little guy.
How can he resist that offer? He never gets to finish raw inside a girl, but this dude who’s pretty-like-a-girl is basically begging to creampie him, offering himself up on a silver platter. Really, he has no other option other than finishing inside Fushiguro today.
Yuuji can have a little creampie. As a treat.
“You want me to finish inside of you? Didn’t know you were such a slut, baby. Basically begging me to cream pie you. Whore.” He has no idea where this dirty talk comes from. He’s not usually one for it, finding it cringey but something about Fushiguro brings it out of him and feels right .
Fushiguro’s hole flutters and twitches around him. Alright. So Fushiguro likes this kinda dirty talk, which is like, fucking hot as hell. Some girls get sensitive about being called a slut but Yuuji really enjoys this kinda shit. He starts pounding his cock inside Fushiguro again, skin smacking loud and punctuated by Fushiguro’s little moans of pleasure. Whines Yuuji’s name, all drawn out and desperate. Yuuji feels like he’s losing his mind, already in the throes of an addiction as he listens to the wet squelch of his cock pumping in and out of Fushiguro’s hole.
Growling like a fucking animal, Yuuji finishes, the sheer tightness of Fushiguro’s hole milking him as his cock throbs and paints the insides of Fushiguro white. He slowly pulls out his cock, watching the pop as it leaves Fushiguro’s hole, then pulls one cheek aside and watches as the cum dribbles out of Fushiguro. “Fuck yeahh, that’s so hot.”
He swipes the cum that’s leaking out and shoves two fingers back inside Fushiguro’s hole. Fushiguro yelps and falls forward. “Itadori! Uuunnghh , too…too much,” but any protest dies on Fushiguro’s lips as Itadori continues fingering him slowly. Presses on his prostate with every thrust each time he’s deep enough to rub his fingers over the bundle of nerves.
“ Haa…nnnghh Itadori ,” Fushiguro cries as he comes again, his entire body trembling as he lays on his stomach, pliant and boneless.
Yuuji withdraws his fingers and kisses up Fushiguro’s spine, kitten licking the sweat off his back as Fushiguro catches his breath. Watches as Fushiguro’s eyes flutter beautifully while struggling to stay awake. “You can stay over if you want,” Fushiguro mumbles.
He realises they don’t even kiss once during that. Feels kinda rude. Like if you were gonna nut in a guy, the least you could do was give him some kisses. But then again, Fushiguro hadn’t tried to kiss him and Fushiguro knows gay sex best. With a shrug, he gets up and wets a hand towel he finds in Fushiguro’s bathroom with warm water. Goes over to Fushiguro’s stretched out body and gently wipes him down. He pulls an ass cheek to the side and watches more cum dribble out. His dick twitches and he thinks of his older brother as he cleans Fushiguro out, killing his boner immediately. Fushiguro is spent and he doesn’t wanna push him. Maybe another day.
Once he’s done, he slumps down in his bed and pulls the comforter over the both of them, turning on his side to face Fushiguro’s back. He tries resisting the urge to trace his fingers down each vertebrae of Fushiguro’s back but his impulsivity wins. Draws a slow, gentle line down Fushiguro’s back and he marvels at how his skin is so smooth and nice, warm from their activities. Yuuji falls asleep to the motion of his fingertips ghosting across Fushiguro’s skin.
Yuuji wakes to rays of filtered sunlight and someone hissing his name while slapping at his thigh. He groans and rubs at his sleep-addled eyes. “Whaa’s goin’ on.”
“What’s going on , is you’re grinding your huge dick against my ass,” Fushiguro hisses.
“Huh?” he says, and oh, that makes sense. They both went to bed naked and some time in the middle of the night, he must’ve wrapped an arm around Fushiguro’s waist and pulled him close. His pelvis is flush against Fushiguro’s bottom half and his unmistakable morning wood is exposed and pressed firm between Fushiguro’s bare ass cheeks, warm and snug. “Oh.”
A beat of silence between them.
“Wanna help me out bro?” Yuuji says, as a joke, his eyes closing once again with the hope that he can fall back asleep.
He hears a huff and a muttered, “Unbelievable,” and assumes it’s directed at him. He feels Fushiiguro pull away from his arms. “I was just jok — “ but he’s cut off as soft lips wrap around the head of his hard cock before a warm heat engulfs his entire length, setting his nerves alight and tingling along his core.
“God, Fushi ,” he gasps, hands immediately fisting into Fushiguro’s soft black locks.
Fushiguro’s mouth is unrelenting. He’s pulling every trick in the book to make Yuuji come, because by now, Fushiguro knows exactly how to get Yuuji off with just his mouth. It gets increasingly wet over his dick and he knows Fushiguro’s letting saliva pool in his mouth because nothing beats a sloppy blowjob in Yuuji’s opinion.
Yuuji’s squirming and writhing under Fushiguro’s assault of his cock, unable to restrain himself from moaning like he’s the bitch in heat this time. Fushiguro moans around his cock and the vibrations and tight pressure goes straight to his balls. He’s rutting slow against the mattress, his hips rolling smooth like the waves and it’s so hot, it’s so hot, Yuuji thinks.
He’s straight, Yuuji’s sure, but something about how Fushiguro’s getting enjoyment from pleasing him that he also wants to get off is so sexy. Or it could be that whenever Fushiguro has Yuuji’s cock in his mouth, Yuuji.exe just stops working.
Whatever it is, Yuuji’s fucking embarrassingly close despite the fact that Fushiguro hasn’t been sucking him off for that long. He starts pistoning his hips up into Fushiguro’s mouth, hand gripped tight around the short hairs on the back of his head.
“ Unff , fuck Fushi, c-close. Jesus, who the fuck taught you how to suck cock?” Yuuji rasps, slowly unravelling like a loose thread on an old knit jumper.
Fushiguro keeps deepthroating the shit outta his cock while swirling his tongue around his tip, wrapping it around and rubbing it along his shaft. His cheeks hollow as he sucks down Yuuji’s length, his wet lips applying the perfect amount of pressure. Fushiguro’s lips are a burning red, stretched wide around the girth of Yuuji’s cock. There are tears gathering at the corners of Fushiguro’s bright, green eyes.
It’s so soft and wet and unbelievably hot in Fushiguro’s mouth, he feels like he’s gonna go insane. Each time Fushiguro pulls back, his cock is glistening with drool. The sounds of little chokes and gasps as Fushiguro takes his entire length fills the entire room. He feels like he’s been punched each time Fushiguro slides down and a heat steadily builds in his core.
Then Fushiguro’s bright, green eyes flicker up to meet his and —
“Oh, fuuuck ,” Yuuji groans, his hips lifting off the bed and fucking into Fushiguro’s mouth as he comes.
Fushiguro continues sucking while swallowing his cum, easing the pressure and licking his slit until Yuuji pulls away with a loud, wet pop.
“You gotta be joking me,” Yuuji breathes out as he watches Fushiguro use his thumb to gather flecks of cum that spilled to the corners of his mouth. He then proceeds to suck said thumb and swallow the remainder of Yuuji’s cum. Yuuji watches, wide-eyed with amazement, and says, “I’d marry the shit outta the girl version of you.”
With a blank expression, Fushiguro shrugs, rights his clothing and excuses himself to go to the bathroom. For a moment, Yuuji wonders if Fushiguro jerks himself off in there after he’s sucked the life outta Yuuji. He wonders what his cock looks like, if it’s as pretty as the rest of him and if Fushiguro would let him —
Yuuji cuts himself off from his thoughts and stares at his ceiling fan for a while after that.
When Fushiguro returns from the bathroom some few minutes later,Yuuji’s lying supine on his bed contemplating his life choices, eyebrows furrowed. The click of his bathroom door opening disrupts his thoughts and he bolts up to face Fushiguro. He's kinda hungry now, as if Fushiguro sucked all the nutrients from his body with that single mouthful of cum.
“Hey, you wanna grab breakfast?” Yuuji asks, hopeful (for what he doesn’t know) as he watches Fushiguro get dressed for the day.
Fushiguro looks at Yuuji, giving him a funny look as he tugs a shirt over his head. He straps on an expensive looking watch and checks the time.
“Nah, meeting someone already,” he responds. “You can let yourself out right? Just lock the door behind you,” and walks towards his bedroom door. Just before he exits the room, Fushiguro throws a glance over his shoulder and says, “See ya another time.”
He watches Fushiguro leave the room, then hears the front door click shut and something in him falters. Before he can consider what it is, he reaches for his phone, and texts Todo instead.