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They’re apologizing as they climb out of the car, the backseat a mess where the three of them were crammed in. Megumi gives Ijichi-san what he hopes is a grateful smile, but he doesn’t go so far as to offer to help him clean. He’ll get him a nice Christmas present this year instead.
They leave a trail of gunk behind them as they walk the path back to the dorms. Today’s mission was simple, for once, right until the curse exploded all over them, coating them in a greenish goo the consistency of molasses. The only blessings were that it was scent-free and, according to Ieiri-san, harmless. Megumi still thought it was mean of her to laugh at them when they video-called her.
“I think this is the most disgusting I’ve ever felt,” Yuuji says.
“Worse than eating Sukuna’s fingers?” Nobara asks.
“Would you believe me if I said the fingers aren’t that bad?”
“You sicken me.”
“You’re both pretty gross right now,” Megumi says. Yuuji and Nobara share a look, stifling laughs. “What?”
“Wait ‘til you see your hair,” Nobara tells him.
Megumi touches it self-consciously. It does feel… crunchier than usual.
They head for the boys’ bathroom, Nobara following. “You’re not going to your own?”
“Screw that. No one’s up this late, anyway, and the girls’ bathroom is actually clean. I’m not tracking this crap in.” She flicks her hand, loosing a glob of goo from it. “Besides, this way, you get to see my boobs. Everybody wins.”
“You’re so right,” Yuuji says. The two of them clamber through the door ahead of Megumi, already throwing clothes off. He gets a nice view of Yuuji’s back and Nobara’s ass before they disappear behind the shower divider. Everybody wins, indeed.
At least until he sees his hair in the mirror. He looks like he should be in Dragonball Z. He tries to squish it down before he goes to join the others.
It turns out curse goo is pretty hard to get off. Regular soap isn’t cutting it. ”Do you have any body wash?” Nobara asks.
“What’s body wash?” Yuuji says.
Shampoo does the trick, once they work it into a good lather. They wash their hair first and take turns sudsing each other up and scrubbing until the water runs clear.
Megumi’s last, and when Nobara wipes his legs off, she brushes against his erection. She smirks, but what was he supposed to do: get naked and soapy with both of them and not get turned on? At least it’s not just him. Yuuji’s hard behind her, and Megumi saw how Yuuji’s fingers slipped when they were washing her. He knows she’s feeling it, too.
She makes it clear when she leans forward and kisses him.
The wet slide of skin on skin feels heavenly, not least because they spent so long today being sticky. His hands skate over the curve of her hips to where Yuuji waits, watching them, and pull him in until he’s flush against her back. Nobara gasps, presumably from the press of his dick against her ass. Megumi lets her enjoy being trapped between them as he surges forward to kiss Yuuji, then leans back to watch the two of them kiss over her shoulder.
The sight of them together intoxicates Megumi; all he wants to do is touch. Nobara’s tits are the closest, so he starts there, cupping them and squeezing, thumbing over a nipple. He pushes a hand between her legs, starting when he finds Yuuji beat him to it, two of his fingers already pumping in and out of her.
Nobara groans when he pulls them out. “Relax,” Yuuji chides. He grabs her and turns her around like she weighs nothing. “Lift her up for me,” he tells Megumi before dropping to the ground.
They get into position, Megumi braced against the wall, Nobara in his arms with her legs over Yuuji’s shoulders while he eats her out with gusto. Yuuji thrusts his fingers back into her and her hips jerk against them, perfectly grinding her ass back into Megumi’s dick. “Shit, that’s good,” Nobara breathes, and Yuuji hums in agreement, causing a ripple effect of pleasure in all three of them.
“He looks good like that,” Megumi whispers to Nobara, “down on his knees for you.”
She’s too far gone to agree. Yuuji does something spectacular with his tongue, and her body goes taut in Megumi’s arms as she comes, her cries echoing off the bathroom tile. Yuuji doesn’t slow until she shoves him away, trembling with oversensitivity.
When he moves, she melts out of Megumi’s arms. “Here,” Yuuji says, dragging a stool over for her to collapse on. “You can just watch the rest.” She smiles sweetly—she’s never more affectionate than after she comes—and Yuuji manages a chaste kiss on each of her cheeks without complaint.
The kiss he gives Megumi isn’t chaste. It’s rough and needy, and Megumi can taste Nobara on his lips. He chases the taste until the two of them are pressed together, gasping when Yuuji’s cock slides against his own.
“I wanna fuck you,” Yuuji mumbles into his mouth.
Megumi wants it, too, but— “I’m pretty tired,” he says.
Yuuji taps a finger on Megumi’s lips. “Don’t worry. I got this.”
It’s Megumi’s turn to be manhandled. Yuuji manoeuvres him to face the wall, and he braces himself over Nobara, who looks up at him with hazy eyes. Yuuji kicks Megumi’s ankles together and slots himself between his thighs, his other hand wrapping around Megumi’s cock.
It’s not quite as good as getting fucked, but the rough drag of Yuuji’s hand over his cock and the feeling of his thighs being pushed apart almost makes up for it. Megumi’s hair’s dripping, falling in his face, but they must look good together, because Nobara spreads her legs to press a finger to her clit as she watches. She catches Megumi in a messy kiss, and Yuuji thrusts into him harder, and it’s all he can do to hang onto the wall and moan.
He can feel his orgasm building, but he holds off, taps Yuuji’s hand to tell him to slow down. He wants them all to come together, to go over the edge at the same time
They almost manage it. Yuuji’s thrusts grow erratic, and the ragged way he moans Megumi’s name sets Nobara off, making her shudder as she rides out a second orgasm on her fingers. Megumi feels Yuuji come between his thighs, and he follows him, making a mess all over Nobara’s legs as Yuuji fists his cock.
It occurs to Megumi, as he comes down, that they’re hardly any cleaner than when they got in the shower. He suppresses a giggle, but Yuuji’s on the same page, whining, “Now we have to clean up all over again.”
Megumi helps Nobara up. “At least it’s not in our hair this time.”
They scrub off as fast as possible and move to the bathtub, Yuuji in the middle, Nobara and Megumi each leaning on one of his broad shoulders. Exhaustion from the sex and the mission seeps in, and Megumi can’t wait to fall asleep beside them, either right here or in someone’s bedroom if they make it there.
“This is nice,” Yuuji says, somehow still full of energy. “We should fight exploding goo curses more often.”
“No we shouldn’t,” Megumi and Nobara say in unison.