Agents of S.H.E.I.L.D

Let's have fun

"Oh my God, the meatballs were so good. I'm stuffed." I sighed in contentment, looking over at Fushiguro, who was throwing away the receipt with the stupid waiter's number on it. It was late, the sky starting to look dark. Fushiguro looked upward, then at me, and I saw a light smirk on his face.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. You just look hot is all." he responded. I spluttered, where did all this confidence come from? Either way, I was glad to see it, and even happier to be on the receiving end of it. Nevertheless, I turned red at the compliment. I gripped his hand in response.

"Do you want to go back home, or wander a bit?" I asked.

"Let's go back home." Fushiguro said, probably playing it safe. I pouted slightly but grunted in agreement. He looked over at me and smiled softly, a light burning in his eyes.

God, I want to fuck him so bad.

WOAH. Where the hell did that come from? We've only been dating for a day! But still, my desire to taste Fushiguro's skin reared up, making me swallow hard. Fuck, I need to get my shit together, before I get a hard-on. Too late, I noticed as I looked down at myself. I jammed my keys into the door, opened it, then ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I breathed heavily, looking in the mirror: I was a mess, my cheeks flushed, my hair to-and-fro, and my hard-on still noticeable as ever. I jumped when I heard Fushiguro's voice.

"Itadori? What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" I squeaked, my voice up a few octaves. Before I had time to react, the door slammed open, Fushiguro standing with his arms crossed.

"Tell me what's-" he cut off, looking at the absolute tent in my pants. He raised a brow and smirked. "Oh." he finished.

"I'm really sorry Gumi, it just came out of nowhere and-" he cut me off.

"I can help with that." Fushi said quietly. I stood there, shocked.

"What?" I asked quietly.

"I said," he responded, closing and locking the bathroom door and coming closer so our fronts touched each other, and I was now made aware that he also had a hard-on, "I can help."

I growled, the dominant side in me taking over.

"Strip. Now." I commanded. Fushiguro looked surprised, but complied, taking off his top. I turned away and turned on the shower. Taking off my shirt roughly and throwing it on the ground, I undid the button on my pants, pulling them down along with my briefs. I turned and saw that Fushiguro was standing there, already naked. I devoured him with my eyes for a moment, then I grabbed his hand, dragging him into the shower with me. I shut the curtains.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked, my voice going deeper.