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“Fushiguro, I promise I’m okay. Gojou-sensei’s not a monster. He didn’t do anything bad to me.”
“He’s something worse, he’s a pervert.” Megumi continued to ignore the lesson to nag him, like he’d done ever since he caught Itadori at the school entrance’s doors.
Itadori laughed under his breath, then flinched minutely for no apparent reason. “I mean he is a pervert, I think that’s pretty obvious.”
Megumi’s eyes narrowed, “What was it, are you hurt? Is it Sukuna?”
“Hmm, Sukuna you say?” Gojou gave up all pretense that he wasn’t eavesdropping, gleeful like a delighted cat. He was leaning against the desk, book forgotten, holding small controller menacingly. “Begone thot protocol initiating!”
“Wait, Gojou-sensei, this isn’t —!” Itadori tried to explain before he was doubling over, shivers wreaking his flushed, sweaty body.
Megumi rose fast, crowding his friend, concerned about his feverish appearance. Concern that quickly turned to rage as he caught a distinct vibrating sound coming from Itadori’s lower body, coupled with the little moans Itadori could no longer contain.
“OUT!” He screamed at Gojou, not letting the smirking bastard get any word edgewise. So enraged he was, though, that he didn’t even realize Gojou was taking the remote control with him until he had teleported away. “GOJOU!”
The bastard had the gall to laugh, from wherever in the school he had gone to hide. He would murder his teacher later, though. Right now Itadori needed his help.
“I can’t believe he’d do this,” Megumi mumbled, holding Itadori’s shivering forearms. “We are lucky Kugisaki’s still recovering, I guess. Do you think you can walk to the bathroom? Or I think it’d be better if I leave and you… you get that thing out, uh, and you let me know when you’re… ready. Presentable. Whatever, let’s do it.”
“Fushiguro,” Itadori whimpered, trembling hand tangling on his shirt, stopping him in his tracks. “Help… me...”
“Idiot, that’s what I’m trying to do!”
“I can’t… I don’t think I can move… please… get it out…” Itadori mumbled, voice growing small and shaky and pleading.
All of Megumi stiffened, fear and something else at the base of his skull. “Itadori, don’t be ridiculous, I — We can’t —!”
“...sorry, I know it’s… weird… but please… please…”
This was a mistake, Megumi thought distantly as he looked down at Itadori sprawled on his chair, his body shivering to the tune of the fucking vibrator stuck inside of him.
“You’re an idiot,” he mumbled, unclear as to who he was referring to as trembling hands reached for his friend’s waistband. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
His weak moan as he pulled his pants down was not the answer he had been hoping for but Megumi pushed on. Lifting his friend’s hips to slide down his clothes was surreal to say the least, his sweaty hands gripping bare skin to resettle him, however, had Megumi way too aware of his own body, and its reactions.
Despite the wetness clinging to the fabric, his first thought at seeing Yuuji’s pretty, swollen pussy had been… well. That it was pretty, and it was swollen, and it was so hot, and that his hair was also pink down there. But the non-horny one was that he was strangely dry.
His sexual experience may be limited, but he was pretty sure that was part of the discomfort Itadori was exhibiting.
He also couldn’t even see whatever was vibrating, so it was clearly shoved far into him.
“Itadori, I can’t… you’ll have to… inside…” Megumi gulped and tried to talk again but Yuuji just whimpered and spread his legs wider, for him. For him.
Megumi was lightheaded. “This is insane,” he said, yet still sank to his knees, closer, and closer to that shivering hole.
With trembling fingers he reached into it, immediately flinching away when Itadori sobbed, dry skin catching on dry.
Megumi brought his fingers to his mouth, hesitated, then shoved them into Itadori’s mouth instead, ignoring his muffled protests. He swirled them awkwardly then tried again.
His fingers sank inside all too easily. Itadori jumped, a moan leaving his cracked lips, legs spreading even further.
It took a moment for Megumi to remember what he was supposed to be doing. He very quickly felt the source of vibrations, clumsily trying to grab it with forefinger and middle, only managing to jostle him and shove it deeper inside.
“Shit, sorry,” Megumi whispered, shifting around without removing his hand to find a more comfortable angle to… sink his thumb inside as well, some wetness beginning to form around the warmth inside. He felt for the base of the small bullet-like hell device and began pulling it out.
“Hurts,” Itadori whimpered, and Megumi realized the area around the bullet was probably equally dry.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Megumi dropped his head and almost bumped his nose against Itadori’s crotch. “Okay, open your mouth, this is insane, come on.”
He once again pressed his fingers against Itadori’s tongue, his face scrunched up at tasting himself. Then without thinking too hard about it, Megumi pressed inside once more, doing his best to coat the bullet, even as everything began getting slippery on its own. “Gonna pull it out now.”
Itadori did not reply, too busy breathing fast and labored and clearly on the verge of —
Megumi pulled the vibrator out with a squelch, and in a fit of insanity, pressed the vibrating metal against his engorged clit.
Itadori screamed, and as if fate itself was mocking them, drenched Megumi in fluids.
“I’m sorry, Fuhiguro!” Itadori clapped his hands over his head, clearly more fussed about coming over Megumi than him still being half-naked on his seat.
“I already told you it’s fine, drop it, this is embarrassing enough!” Megumi mumbled, scrubbing his face and absolutely ruining Itadori’s handkerchief. He’d get him a new one tomorrow.
“You were… a great help. Uh, just. Don’t be too mad at Gojou-sensei.” Itadori continued in a quieter voice, looking strangely, upsettingly timid.
“Don’t —?! Itadori, this is —!”
“It’s kept Sukuna at bay. Like it is embarrassing but… it is helping. And… to know Sukuna can be stopped. It’s good, right?” Itadori met his eyes pleadingly, upset not because of what he was being forced to endure, but because of Megumi’s rejection.
Megumi inhaled, reminded himself he was going to castrate Gojou, then leaned down to put his hands on his shoulders. “I’m not upset at you. I just think we should be finding a different way that’s not...”
“Fushiguro. I really don’t mind it. I trust Gojou-sensei. And I trust you. So it’s okay. Just… promise me —”
“I’ll promise.” Megumi said far too quickly, pulling a laugh out of him.
“If Sukuna starts taking over, do not hesitate, okay? You have my full permission to… do whatever you must to keep Sukuna from surfacing.”
“Itadori!”
“I’m serious! You’re a pretty dope guy, but I wouldn’t want you to die just because you’re protecting my honor, or whatever. I give you permission from here til I die, you can… use my pussy, to stop Sukuna.”
Megumi dropped his face into his hands.
“This is insane.”
“Oh come on, is it really that gross!?”
“The opposite.”
“Eh?”
“This is too… hot. Your body is… anyway, it’s not gross. But if Gojou gets handsy, you castrate him, understood?”
Itadori only laughed. The gall.
Megumi sighed, but as the seconds prolonged, he began growing suspicious of Itadori’s lack of urgency. “Are you going to get dressed soon or...?”
“I, um, yeah. Yes. I was just wondering…” Itadori fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “Maybe. I mean, I’m already like this. So, I just thought it’d be nice to desensitize you.”
“Desensitize —-? Itadori.”
“What? I’m serious! I don’t want you getting killed because you’re shy or whatever.” Itadori said, like it was a perfectly normal argument to make.
“And. Just. Here? In the school? What if someone walks in?”
“Gojou-sensei wouldn’t let that happen.” Itadori shrugged, as blasé as ever. “I don’t know how much he can see, but he’s very aware of what’s happening here, I bet.”
Megumi pulled a face at the reminder. “Gross.”
Itadori laughed again, “so I guess some other time Gojou-sensei isn’t around?”
Megumi scowled at him, then knelt back between his legs.
“You know,” Itadori said conversationally, as Megumi’s fingers slowly disappeared inside of him. “I mean, I’m glad this stops him, but Sukuna’s such a coward. This feels so nice.”
“He doesn’t have a pussy, so he’s gotta be one instead.” Megumi mumbled, struggling between keeping his fingers still, pumping them, or a secret third option he had yet to think about.
Yuuji laughed, then moaned, tightening around Megumi.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Megumi mumbled past the blood in his ears.
“Jujutsu society is wild.”
“I don’t think this is Jujutsu society’s fault.”
“I mean, you guys lost Sukuna’s fingers.” Itadori pointed out helpfully.
“That doesn’t mean you had to eat it.”
Itadori laughed again, quickly ending in a muffled moan. “Sorry, Fushiguro. I don’t mean to… I know this is just to control Sukuna, not about me.”
“It should be.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re already exposing yourself like this for — for my sake. Our sakes.” Megumi mumbled, aching at the idea, at being so weak Itadori felt he had to protect him. His fingers petted his insides as if in apology. “Least we could do is. I mean. If it’s something you would like.”
“You’re such a nice guy, Fushiguro.”
“I’m really not.”
“Okay then, you’re a good boy.”
Megumi did not explode or retaliate. He just went a vivid shade of red. And rather than come up with something to say, he just finally lowered his mouth to his clit and sucked.
Itadori soon became too distracted to continue being a menace.