~Assorted BxB Oneshots~

Uniform~

ITAFUSHI SMUT

CW // uniform kink, blowjob, lots of spit, choking, sorta kinda not really bondage, hands-free orgasm...the rest is pretty cute actually-

REQUESTED BY - N/A
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Yuji Itadori

You see...it's hard, being Megumi Fushiguro's roommate.

This isn't an opinion, it's a fact. Ask Inumaki if you don't believe me. He'll tell you...well, he won't, but apparently he only lasted two weeks with Megumi.

The main reason he's hard to live with is that he's hypercritical. If I so much as think about standing up and not taking my cup to the sink, he's already scolding me about hygiene. He obsesses over cleaning and thinks it's weird not to, acting like a maid or a housewife at any excuse to do so.

But the hardest thing by far about living with Megumi...except maybe his cooking...is my massive uniform kink. You might ask, "Yuji, how is that even remotely relevant to living with Megumi?!"

Well, dear person inside my head, let me explain. You see...he's working at a pretty fancy restaurant over the summer, and...well, there's a pretty strict uniform policy. He's whined on about hating public locker rooms and showers before, which leads to the fact that he walks there in his work clothes...meaning I see him in his uniform when he leaves, and when he gets back. It's...err...quite hard to see my crush - I'm not an idiot, I can tell I like him! - ignite my biggest kink like that and not have a crisis every day. Just imagine - I know it's driving me crazy already! I don't blame Inumaki for not sticking around...

...so...that leads me to now, sat awaiting his return at 10:45pm. It's not weird for me to wait up for him, I've engrained it into the routine that he rants to me at the end of the day, which gives me ample time to admire him.

Why all people aren't obsessed with men in suits is beyond me. There's nothing hotter on this earth than a tall, slender tsundere with messy dark hair wearing a suit. That's another Yuji Itadori™️ fact for you there. And Megumi fits that bill almost perfectly.

I think it's no secret between us that I like him. I think he likes me to, else I'd probably have given up already. I'm 100% certain he's gay, that's for sure. There's not a great lot to give it away, save for the occasional time I'd adopted a rather...presenting posture in his presence, and his eyes had wandered to places a straight guy's wouldn't. Once I'd noticed that, I'd been shameless. It's been tight shirts that ride up my stomach and short shorts all summer, and my teasing always garnered a glance, even if it was a scorned one. I was more than happy with him looking at me...but it doesn't mean I don't want more from him. I don't just want it to be his eyes that touch me...put it that way.

Like I said; shameless.

As he walks through the door, I make sure I'm facing away, strewn across the couch in a position that transformed desperation into an art form. I didn't bother looking around, but did greet him with a simple "heya" as he came through the door.

His lack of an answer did surprise me a little bit, but I didn't bother looking. I knew it was him - there was a sigh. A sigh that could only be Megumi Fushiguro. It told me the story he was no doubt about to in a matter of milliseconds.

A hand on my waist shocked me a little, and I was even more surprised when a great amount of force went into that arm, and my legs ended up thumping onto the floor. He sat down where my legs had been, and in an act of protest, I reassumed my position, my legs draping comfortably over his lap. It...just so happened that I was still facing away from him, so my ass was sticking right up towards him. He couldn't look at me without seeing it...and I could tell.