#Fushiita #伏虎
CW: Dirty Talk, Sex Pollen
A/N: Hehehe, my ‘attempt’ at creating sexual tension. Did it work? Probably not.
CW: Dirty Talk, Sex Pollen
A/N: Hehehe, my ‘attempt’ at creating sexual tension. Did it work? Probably not.
“Itadori, a-are you sure?” Megumi hesitantly asks once more; the last thing he needs is to take advantage of his dearest friend.
"If you ask me if I'm sure one more time," Itadori whines against his neck.
"If you ask me if I'm sure one more time," Itadori whines against his neck.
Itadori starts grinding right up against Megumi’s crotch and the pink-haired boy licks right up until he’s nibbling at Megumi’s jawline.
"I'll ride you so hard that you won't be able to feel your dick anymore."
"Itadori—" Megumi gasps helplessly.
"I'll ride you so hard that you won't be able to feel your dick anymore."
"Itadori—" Megumi gasps helplessly.
His green eyes blown wide open at the boldness of his friend. It’s a good thing that Kugisaki hadn’t been assigned to this assignment otherwise, this would be embarrassing on all accounts.
Plus, Itadori also didn’t want to get checked by Ieiri.
Plus, Itadori also didn’t want to get checked by Ieiri.
(Though Megumi’s pretty sure the boy wouldn’t be able to hold out that long).
“B-but, it’s the pollen talking,” Megumi says.
He’s trying to keep the little sanity he has left.
“B-but, it’s the pollen talking,” Megumi says.
He’s trying to keep the little sanity he has left.
He gathers the little bit of strength he has left to push back his friend, push him back until there’s enough space for them to just stare at each other.
The quiet sounds deafening and his skin feels like it’s on fire.
The quiet sounds deafening and his skin feels like it’s on fire.
"I’m only asking again because I don’t want you to regret this..."
"I won’t,” Itadori whines, “Please, otherwise I’ll find someone else!”
Something snaps inside Megumi. The idea of someone touching his Itadori—it boils his blood.
"I won’t,” Itadori whines, “Please, otherwise I’ll find someone else!”
Something snaps inside Megumi. The idea of someone touching his Itadori—it boils his blood.
Megumi snarls, lunging back in unexpectedly until he’s the one pinning Itadori against the wall. When he looks down, Itadori's smiling, his expression screaming and begging for Megumi to continue.
He’s going to do it.
He’s going to do it.
Megumi tightens the hold he has on Itadori, his voice dipping low as he says, "don’t you dare talk about the others."
Itadori makes a sound that is no logic and all heat and crushes their lips together.
Itadori makes a sound that is no logic and all heat and crushes their lips together.
When they break to gasp, Itadori’s lip is bruised and a bloodshot red—beautiful, just as he imagined.
"Okay, so you’re going to fuck me?" Itadori asks breathlessly.
"Okay, so you’re going to fuck me?" Itadori asks breathlessly.
Megumi smirks, leaning in to bite Itadori’s neck until he knows it’s probably hurting his pink-haired friend. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll never think about others.”
Itadori whimpers at the promise. Knowing very well that Megumi always kept his promise.
Itadori whimpers at the promise. Knowing very well that Megumi always kept his promise.
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