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fushiguro megumi was not sure how much longer he could take it.

he had a thing for yuuji since they were fifteen-year-old first years, and his feelings toward him grew more and more as they worked and fought curses together. and it wasn’t until five years later, with the encouragement of maki and toge, that he finally confessed his feelings to yuuji. he’d only done it since he was tired of it eating away at him and he couldn’t live like that anymore, fully expecting that their friendship had been forever terminated. what he didn’t expect was for yuuji to reciprocate his feelings and confess back to him. when they started dating, megumi thought that all’s well would end well.

well kinda.

even though they were dating, their relationship didn’t change too much from when they were just best friends, which in megumi’s eyes had its pros and cons. the pros being that they were still very close and megumi didn’t have to feel pressured to be “romantic” all the time. yes yuuji did become more touchy feely with megumi, but yuuji didn’t overstep his boundaries, since he knew that megumi wasn’t always in the mood to be touched much.

which brings us to the cons.

over the years, yuuji’s increase in strength and power had become evident in not only his cursed energy and techniques, but also in his physical appearance. in short, yuuji had become built like a fucking boulder. megumi was sure that yuuji’s constant training with todo had something to do with it, as todo was always praising yuuji for looking more and more like him every day. but it was true, yuuji’s body was almost as monstrous as todo’s now. and it didn’t help that whenever yuuji wanted to spar or train with megumi, he also took in todo’s footsteps of doing so shirtless.

it didn’t help because it was making megumi incredibly hornier and hornier by the day.

since they’d just started dating a few months ago, megumi didn’t want to push yuuji’s boundaries either. it was clear that yuuji was trying to take things slow, stopping their make out sessions from going too far whenever megumi ground too hard against him or snuck his hand under his shirt. but when megumi was actually able to land a blow on yuuji using playful cloud and yuuji stretched his gloriously tight and built back muscles before beckoning megumi to try him again with a “come hither” finger motion, megumi had to make a lame excuse and run out of the gym before he did something stupid like pull yuuji’s dick out of his pants.

he also had to get used to looking up to yuuji, as he had grown taller too. they used to be roughly the same height, but now some inches definitely separated them. it wasn’t too noticeable though, only when yuuji stood right in front of or next to megumi. or that time when megumi had a nasty fall on his ankle and yuuji carried him on his back, making megumi feel a bit like he was floating.

at one point megumi was a bit jealous and wished he could become built like yuuji. he trained over the years as well, but his lithe and smaller frame just wouldn’t grow big muscles like yuuji. so, yuuji offered to train with megumi as like a sort of motivation, as he put it, which megumi thinks may have contributed to his situation. watching yuuji lift weights that weighed more than his own body and run laps around the campus in record time and have sparring matches with todo that left him dripping sweat is probably what caused this unwarranted horniness to bloom.

it got to the point that megumi had to avoid working out with him. he needed a break from locking himself in his room and masturbating to visions of yuuji’s sweaty abs and weight lifting grunts until his pussy was raw. but he did miss the extra time he would spend with yuuji. so when yuuji asked him about going on a movie date one night, megumi was thrilled and excited and absolutely nervous. which is why he was currently on the phone with maki as he got ready for his movie date.

“so, you excited?”

”yeah. i’m nervous, but definitely excited.”

”why are you nervous?”

megumi thought about it. “well, i guess because this is our first date outside of just hanging out together in our rooms where we usually watch our movies. now we’re actually going out in public to a movie theater. and we actually haven’t spent much alone time together lately.”

”ah, i see. so what movie are you two going to watch?”

”it’s the new human earthworm movie.”

maki chuckled. “oh my god, they’re still making those? that’s gotta be like the tenth one now right?”

megumi smiled. “yeah, something like that.” even though megumi was never much into the franchise, it never failed to make him smile when he thought about how much yuuji was infatuated with them and how he would try to explain the “deep undertones” of the movies after they would watch them together.

maki groaned. “ugh, i can hear your smile from here. i’m sure you can’t wait for him to geek out after the movie. that reminds me, what are your plans for after the movie?”

”uhh i don’t know, it’ll be late so we’ll probably just head back and go to our rooms.”

”so you don’t plan on, you know…”

“what?”, megumi said with more of a bite than he meant to.

”geez, what’s with the attitude? i’m asking if you’re getting laid, which i hope so cuz it sounds like you need it.”

megumi slammed his shirt drawer shut.

”…so i guess that’s a no?”

”look, we haven’t…done that yet, ok?”

maki laughed again. “really? well what’s the hold up? i see the way you look at him when you train together.”

”well how do i look at him maki?”

”like you want to rip his clothes off and ride him into the sunset.”

megumi sighed. “ok you know what? this conversation is over.”

“wait wait wait! i can help you! i can give you advice, seriously!”

”what kind of advice? advice to do what?”

”advice on seducing your boyfriend.”

megumi wasn’t sure what kind of advice maki had, but he was skeptical. for starters, maki had been dating nobara for years. and maki didn’t seem to be the seducing type. but he was more desperate than he had ever been and honestly needed some guidance on taking his relationship to the next level.

“go on.”

”ok so itadori is a nice guy right? which means he probably won’t initiate anything with you, because he doesn’t want to misread the mood and make you feel uncomfortable. so you gotta take the lead and show him what you want. maybe you can just kiss him really hard and get a little touchy feely, ya know?”

megumi thought about it hummed.

”yeah but everytime we’ve made out, he always stops it before we get too handsy. like he doesn’t want to take it further. which makes me think that maybe he just doesn’t want me that way.”

”i don’t think so megumi. i mean, you may not have noticed, but he looks at you like a meal he want to devour sometimes too. i know he wants to get into them panties! which reminds me, make sure to wear some really sexy panties to really drive him crazy!”

megumi groans.

”when have you ever seen him look at me like that?,” he says as he decides to completely ignore the last part of what maki said.

”that’s not important! anyway what i mean is that maybe you have to take it beyond just some heavy touching while kissing. maybe you have to…i don’t know…take his dick out?”

”zenin maki!”

maki chuckles at his outburst.

”i’m serious! you’re going to have to be the one to take it to the next level.”

”and what if you’re wrong? what if i do something like that and make him uncomfortable? what if he never wants to be with me again?”

”look im telling you the truth, i wouldn’t lie to you. im sure itadori wants a piece of you as much as you want a piece of him. and he wouldn’t leave you! he loves you! you just gotta take a risk! and it’s okay if you don’t and decide to keep it cool. just make sure you get a really strong vibrator or one of those really long BadDragon dil-“

megumi hangs up the phone before he can be mortified any further. 

he sits on the bed with his head in his hands, trying not to overthink but trying to think it all through at the same time. 

forget what maki said, she’s a psycho. yuuji will never talk to me again if i take her advice.

maybe she’s right, i gotta take the first step and maybe it will blossom into more just how i want it to.

he looks at his phone, realizing that time has crept up on him and hurries to finish getting dressed.

right on time, yuuji is knocking on his door. megumi musters the last of his courage and walks over to open it. they smile and look at each other until yuuji speaks up first.

”looking good megumi! you ready to go?”

megumi scans his eyes across yuuji’s arms bulging in his tight fitted yellow sweatshirt. it’s when his eyes trail down that megumi has to actively control his breathing to slow down his heart rate. because itadori yuuji is wearing gray sweatpants. megumi’s heard of the whole guys in gray sweatpants thing and he’s never understood it until now. the sweatpants show an almost perfect outline of yuuji’s bulge and the sight alone is making megumi light headed. and not only that, but his muscled thighs are also accentuated. megumi hopes he isn’t drooling and has a hard time pulling away from the sight of the beefy man in front of him until he hears him speaking. 

“megumi, you okay?”

he has to clear his throat to respond, hoping he doesn’t whimper.

”yeah, i’m ready to go. and…and you look good too.”

yuuji’s smile brings heat to megumi’s cheeks.

”yeah, but im sure i don’t look as good as you,” yuuji says with a wink.

megumi’s heart takes off again, because this is new. they’ve never really flirted before. they’ve only had the teasing remarks and playful attitudes towards each other during sparring matches. and he’s also sure he’s lying. all megumi has on is some dark blue skinny jeans and a black sweater. he’s sure he doesn’t look like a walking thirst trap like his partner currently does. megumi doesn’t even know what to say, so he panics.

”one sec i just gotta get my phone.”

and he shuts the door on yuuji’s face.

and he stares at it for about three whole seconds. 

why the fuck did i do that?

he scrambles to get his phone off the bed and runs to open the door again.

”ok, now im ready.”

yuuji nods, although noticeably surprised at the door being slammed in his face without warning.

”ok, to the movies we go!”

they walk outside to get into the car, which megumi stops and raises his eyebrows at.

”wait, gojo doesn’t mind you borrowing one of his cars?”

yuuji continues to walk to the car and opens the passenger door for megumi. 

“nah he doesn’t care. he let me use it last week once. although it was just because he wanted me to go get him some iced coffee from this prestigious coffee shop.”

megumi folds his arms, still skeptical.

”but does he know you’re driving it now?”

”yeah of course! i wouldn’t be driving it unless he did!”

yuuji’s nervous smile does nothing to reassure megumi. but, if anyone were to get in trouble, it would be yuuji and not him, well so he hopes. so he shrugs and gets into the car anyway, yuuji closing the door once he’s safe and strapped in. 

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the movie date went pretty well. yuuji bought them both popcorn and sodas, not even letting megumi pay for his half, which megumi huffed at since yuuji had already bought the tickets ahead of time as well. of course, megumi didn’t know what the hell was going on in the movie, but he didn’t mind at all since yuuji whispered a lot of the details oh so closely in his ear. he was glad the theater was dark or else yuuji would have seen his face turning into a tomato. 

like always, yuuji was passionately spilling his thoughts about the movie the second they left the theater and all the way on the drive home. megumi could only shallowly give his input, probably not even making sense but just trying to contribute to the conversation and appeal to yuuji’s interests. even though he never really like those stupid movies, he loved going just to see yuuji have fun.

once they pulled up back to jujutsu tech, yuuji parked the car and turned it off, leaning back in his seat to look at megumi. 

“i hope you had fun! i definitely did! i know those movies aren’t your favorite, so maybe next time you can pick? i love spending time with you and want to make sure you can have fun too.”

even though yuuji spoke with a nervous smile, he kept eye contact with megumi as he spoke. it made megumi’s stomach fall to the floor. 

how can this man be so cute and hot and adorable and sexy all at the same time?

”yeah i had fun too! and i’ll take you up on that. i love spending time with you too.”

they smiled at each other for a moment, and before he knew it, yuuji started to lean in. megumi could feel his heart pounding again as he leaned in too. everything was moving so fast and so slow at the same time, until their lips finally met in a soft, sweet kiss. megumi just loved kissing yuuji. his lips were so soft and and everything else in the world seemed to melt away. 

megumi wasn’t sure who the culprit was, but their kiss didn’t stay soft and sweet for long. soon, their tongues joined in as they smacked their lips together. megumi was leading until yuuji fought back and dominated the kiss. his face heated up when he felt yuuji’s hand hold his cheek as he deepened the kiss. when megumi was feeling bold and sucked on his tongue, yuuji pulled away. they looked at each other as their chests moved in and out, trying to catch their breaths. again, yuuji spoke first.

”u-umm…well…it’s getting kind of late so maybe we should head inside. we don’t want gojo-san looking for us, right? i’m sure he’s wondering where i went with his car.”

megumi couldn’t hear what yuuji was saying. he could only hear his inner voices screaming.

DO IT! DON’T DO IT! TAKE THE RISK! HE’LL NEVER TALK TO YOU AGAIN! LISTEN TO YOUR HEART! LISTEN TO YOUR BRAIN! LISTEN TO YOUR PUSSY! 

“i-i mean not that i took the car without permission! that’s not what i meant! i just meant how we’ve probably used it longer than he thought! i didn’t really tell him where we were going, maybe he thought we went to the store! or to the mall! or-“

one of megumi’s inner voices won, although he didn’t know which one at first. it’s when he realized that he’d cut yuuji’s babbling off by tugging him by the hood of his sweatshirt to his face to kiss him that he knew. i guess im really doing this.

yuuji was definitely caught by surprise. he didn’t kiss back at first, and then when he did he stopped again when he felt megumi trail his hand down to his abs and lower. 

“m-megumi? megumi wait! what?-“

megumi didn't let go of his lips for long, tugging him back in and licking into his mouth, making the kiss wet and sloppy. yuuji was taken aback, but he couldn’t pull away, licking into megumi’s mouth and dirtying the kiss as well. when megumi finally did pull away, strings of both of their saliva connected them. megumi looked at him for a second before getting up and climbing into the backseat.

”what are you-ACK!”

once megumi made it, he pulled yuuji back with him. he obviously gave into megumi’s pull, otherwise there would have been no way for megumi to get his mountainous body back there with him. megumi pushed yuuji back and kissed him hard again, running his hands through his hair. again, yuuji took a second before he joined in, trailing his hands down megumi’s sides. 

megumi decided to make another bold move and moved his legs up so that he was straddling yuuji’s lap. yuuji was so lost in the kiss that he spread his legs a bit, making megumi’s crotch sit right on top of his growing bulge. megumi made sure to work up to it, he threw his arms around yuuji’s neck and deepened the kiss again, the loud and wet smacking sounds growing louder and louder. then, he started to slowly roll his hips and grind against yuuji’s hardening cock. for a second, yuuji’s hands braced against megumi’s hips and tried to stop him. but megumi’s horniness was now in control. he tugged on the back of his hair, pulling their faces away and looked into his eyes. 

“keep. going.”

yuuji looked to be a mixture of turned on and scared. but when megumi started to grind his hips against yuuji again, harder this time, he complied and didn’t stop him. when megumi leaned down and kissed him again, he bit his bottom lip and leaned back, taking it with him until it snapped back into place. 

“fuck”

yuuji grabbed onto his hips again, but this time he jerked his hips up against megumi, now moving his against megumi’s movements. they stared into each other’s eyes and panted into each other’s mouths as they humped, making the car creak in the dead of the night. megumi held on to the back of yuuji’s hair, pulling tighter as he moved his hips faster. yuuji moaned and humped up against megumi faster too. 

before megumi let himself get carried away, he got off of yuuji’s lap and lowered himself to the floor of the car between yuuji’s legs. yuuji bit back a hiss as megumi rubbed his hands up yuuji’s legs to his restrained dick. he caressed it through his pants, keeping his eyes on yuuji as he huffed and bit his lips. any trace of hesitation megumi had before was long gone now. when megumi wrapped his hand around it over the fabric, yuuji whimpered. megumi tilted his head at yuuji like a curious dog before teasing his tip. 

“i wanna take it out. will you let me?”

yuuji gulped and shakily nodded his head. not a second later, megumi traced his hand under the band of his sweatpants and pulled his cock out. megumi knew and felt that it was big, but he didn’t realize how big it was until it almost slapped him in the face. not only was it long, but it was thick and hard. it gave megumi’s forearm a run for its money. shit. megumi thought about that for a second. taking this is gonna feel like getting fisted. he should be scared, but he felt his underwear getting wetter at just the mere thought. 

he wrapped his hand around it the best he could, his fingers barely touching. he rubbed it, up and down, up and down, the heat of his cock slipping into his skin. he was truly fascinated. he looked back up at yuuji again.

”can i use my mouth?”

megumi couldn’t help but smirk when yuuji bucked his hips and groaned at the question alone.

”y-yeah, please.”

megumi gave his dick a few more rubs before he decided to prepare himself a bit more. he pulled yuuji’s sweatpants and boxers down some more, his mouth watering when he realized that there was an inch or two hiding in them. he took the heavy cock back in his hand before leaning down to sweetly kiss the tip. when yuuji moaned, he gave kisses to it all over, taking pleasure in pleasing him. then, he leaned down to lick up all the way from the base to the tip. he licked all around it, getting it wet with his saliva.

”please, please. d-don’t tease it.”

megumi deviously smiled, but decided to obey him since he was getting needier and wetter by the second. he leaned up a bit to take the tip in his mouth, circling his tongue around it while his mouth took him a little deeper. 

“ahh shiiiitt,” yuuji moaned as he threw his head back. 

megumi bobbed his head up and down near the tip, circling his hand around the thicker base to apply pressure there as well. yuuji’s hand was gripping onto megumi’s hair now, although not in dominance, but in desperation. megumi straightened up, bobbing and circling his head around his dick, his hand circling and gripping him in the opposite direction. megumi slowly worked himself deeper and deeper on his cock, his gurgling throat adding to the saliva and mess that was seeping from megumi’s mouth. 

before he knew it, he had reached the hilt with a loud and wet gag. yuuji tightened his grip in his hair, tugging on his roots. 

“ooohhh holy fucking shit, fuck megumi!”

megumi kept going, bobbing and circling his mouth and hands up and down his cock, his gagging and choking stirring him on. yuuji let him control the pace until megumi relaxed his throat enough to take him all the way in, his nose touching his balls.

”FUCK!”

that was the only warning he got before yuuji jerked his dick up into megumi’s throat. he gagged and leaned back only for a second before yuuji took both of his hands and held the back of megumi’s head. megumi got about half of a breath in before yuuji started thrusting his cock into megumi’s mouth. megumi held onto yuuji’s legs, digging his nails in to ground him. now yuuji was in control and megumi could do nothing but let yuuji fuck his throat. 

“fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

that’s all megumi could hear as yuuji thrusted into his mouth over and over. his gagging and choking turned yuuji’s dick into a slip and slide. his eyes were watering tears all down his face, and megumi was sure he looked like an absolute mess. with his last bit of consciousness left, he reached down under yuuji’s cock and fondled his balls, kneading them and tugging on them.

”ooohhh fuuuuckkkk, megumiiii!”, yuuji cried out as his eyes rolled back into his head. he gave a few more throat destroying thrusts until he forced megumi’s head all the way down to cum deep down his throat. megumi clenched his fists to swallow it all down, trying his best not to lose any. when yuuji was done, he pulled megumi’s head off of him, leaning back in the seat to catch his breath. his eyes were still unfocused, but they uncrossed when he saw megumi sit up and crawl back into his lap. megumi leaned in and kissed yuuji with all tongue. yuuji was mostly still out of it, but his eyes shot open when he realized that megumi was sloshing around his cum with his saliva in his mouth, making sure yuuji could taste it. then megumi sucked it all back up, pulled away, and drank it all down, opening his mouth to show yuuji that his cum and his spit was all gone. when yuuji squinted his eyes at him, it was over.

in a split second, megumi and yuuji had switched positions, and now yuuji was back to towering over megumi as he sat back against the seat. yuuji kissed megumi hard, making him feel like he was drowning and being devoured all at once. now it was yuuji that was swallowing megumi’s whines and whimpers. yuuji took the reins this time and trailed his hand down megumi’s body until it reached his crotch, rubbing him through his jeans. megumi held onto his sweatshirt as he rolled his hips against his hand. when yuuji pulled away, megumi could barely recognize him. his eyes were dark and his sunshine personality was gone. he looked serious, dominating, and hot as fuck. 

megumi may have caused this, he may have poked the bear a little too much. but he thinks it’s fine, he wants yuuji to ruin him.

yuuji now slips onto his knees in front of megumi, staring at the crotch of his jeans. then, he looks back up at megumi.

”take them off.”

his expression says he’s not asking.

megumi hurriedly pulls his hips up to pull down and take off his jeans. he throws them up into the front seat and out of the way. yuuji then stares at his underwear, specifically the wet patch that grows in the middle. he squints his eyes again, clenching his jaw. then, his eyes shoot right back up to megumi. 

“keep. going.”

and now it’s megumi’s turn to be scared and overwhelmingly horny.

he shakily pulls his underwear off, throwing them somewhere up front as well. he’s excited but yuuji’s fierce gaze is too intense. so he subconsciously closes his legs. yuuji rips them open before sliding his hands up from his knees to his inner thighs. yuuji keeps the intense eye contact as he runs his fingers through megumi’s sopping wet pussy. he’s not doing anything too mind blowing yet, just spreading megumi’s slick mess all over, and yet he’s already feeling a bit out of breath. when yuuji’s hand moves up to run over his clit, megumi jolts and whimpers out loud, louder than he would have liked to. yuuji’s face stays stoic, but his fingers concentrate on the throbbing bundle of nerves, rubbing firm circles over it. megumi gasps and moans, his hips rising and falling against yuuji’s fingers like waves in an ocean. megumi groans in frustration when his fingers pull away. he’s not frustrated for long.

yuuji must have inherited gojo’s six eyes, megumi thinks for a moment. because he’s still keeping his eyes on megumi’s when he leans down and places the softest kiss ever on megumi’s pussy. megumi rethinks his actions earlier, because now it seemed that yuuji was set on teasing him and megumi certainly couldn’t take it. yuuji doesn’t do anything for a minute, just stares up at him, his face millimeters from his pussy. megumi tries to roll his hips up into yuuji’s face, but he holds him hips down with his massive, strong hands. but, he leans down again and watches megumi’s face as he licks up from his hole to his clit. with how hot and wet yuuji’s tongue is against him, he thinks he could have cum from that alone. 

yuuji begins licking through it, exploring megumi’s pussy with his tongue. it feels as if he’s trying to feel everywhere, see where megumi likes it the most to drive him crazy. he knows he’s found some good spots wherever megumi’s hips jerk against his hands. when he starts to actually suck and slurp the juices that flow from megumi’s hole, megumi keens and shakes. he isn’t sure how long he can keep this eye contact up. yuuji stares straight into his soul, almost commanding him not to look away, but he’s having a hard time keeping his eyes open. when his eyes flicker closed when yuuji sucks over his clit, he learns the hard way. yuuji pulls back and smacks his hand over his pussy. not hard enough to really hurt, but it makes megumi scream anyway.

”don’t keep your eyes from me.”

yuuji’s deep voice makes megumi’s clit throb even more, and he nods and makes sure to keep his eyes on him. he leans back down to continue to slurp and suck at his clit. it’s really hard, it’s so hard for megumi to keep his eyes from rolling back into his skull from the intense pleasure that yuuji is giving him. and it’s almost as if yuuji knows and wants to keep torturing him, since he sucks his clit tight into his mouth. megumi’s body convulses for a second, stopping when he pulls away again. 

yuuji’s fingers go back up to his pussy, this time to rub around and tease at his hole. he tries to push the tip of his middle finger in, but it’s too tight. so, he flicks his tongue over megumi’s clit in fast back and forth motions. megumi moans and his hole gives way to yuuji’s finger. he really works his tongue over his clit to get megumi to open up, working him open and open until he gets the whole finger in. the intrusion feels a bit weird, as yuuji’s fingers are so much longer and thicker than megumi’s. but with the continued in and out motion, and his tongue broadly licking over his clit, it starts to feel good. very good. 

megumi’s letting out the whiniest moans and squeals as yuuji fingers and sucks his pussy. his sounds only pick up and get louder once yuuji’s able to squeeze his ring finger in next. slowly working more and more to stretch him out. his hips grind against his fingers and face, which yuuji has become less strict with. his fingers scissor inside him to help with open up, preparing megumi for the monster that is to come. when his fingers hit a certain spot in megumi, he wails and digs his fingers into the seat of the car. 

“ah, yuuji!”

yuuji sucks harder and thrusts his fingers against that spot with deadly precision. megumi has to use all of his might to keep his eyes on yuuji and not cross them. but when yuuji jackhammers his fingers against the spot, megumi has no choice but to let them roll back. he must not care anymore, as his mouth and fingers never stop. megumi feels something weird. something intense that he’s never felt before. it’s something hot in his stomach that feels like it’s about to burst. yeah, he knows he’s about to cum, but it feels so different and overwhelming that he’s not sure what’s going to happen.

”yuuji, yuuji! i think, i think i’m…fuck!”

megumi’s vision cuts out for a second as his whole body jerks and shakes in the wake of his orgasm. a huge stream of clear fluid sprays from his pussy, drenching yuuji’s hair, face, sweatshirt, and the floors and seats of the car. he screams so loud that he didn’t even hear it himself, all of his senses zeroing in on the earth shattering orgasm that he was flying through. yuuji gets him through it, licking over his clit roughly and keeping his fingers working over that one spot. when megumi comes down, he feels out of his body. his soul is floating in the clouds above and his lungs are working hard to keep him breathing. 

he screams again when yuuji takes his fingers out and swipes his hand harshly side to side over his clit. 

“yuuuuuji, fuck! i can’t!”

he doesn’t care, swiping over his clit faster and harder.

”you will”

yuuji spits down on his clit to make it even wetter, and megumi doesn’t even make it ten seconds without cumming again, squirting his juices all over the place. this time it even makes it to the ceiling of the car and the back of the front seats, some of the droplets landing on the windows. yuuji keeps his hand going, seeing just how much he can get from megumi. he’s not disappointed, megumi is squirting like a fucking fountain. the seats are absolutely drenched and the both of them are soaked when megumi finally stops cumming. he even smacks down on his pussy for good measure, making sure he really is empty for now. megumi jolts with the few slaps he gives his pussy, the only sign of life his body gives as he’s slumped down on his back. 

it takes a few long minutes for megumi to come back to earth. when he does, he sees yuuji leaning over him. he smirks when he sees his eyes opening. 

“welcome back megumi!”

megumi pouts and groans, sitting up when yuuji leans back to sit up. he’s not on his lap, but their legs are touching and their faces are still pretty close. 

“yeah, hi.”

yuuji nervously smiles and looks down before he looks back up at megumi. 

“so, was that good?”

megumi snorts. “i think so. i mean i’ve never passed out from cumming too hard and squirting for like 3 minutes straight. in fact, i’ve never squirted before now. so yeah i guess you can say it was good.”

yuuji blushed at megumi’s words.

”well, yeah. and it was really good for me too.”

megumi smiles at him.

”yeah, well, it’s too bad we didn’t get to the real stuff, you know.”

megumi stares down at the seat as he speaks, his face heating up at seeing how drenched they are. 

“who says we can’t?”

megumi jerks his head up to face yuuji’s, seeing that same serious and dominating expression come back. 

“nobody, right?”

”just say the words, megumi.”

megumi smirks and takes up the challenge.

”alright then. fuck me, yuuji.”

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yuuji kisses megumi again, licking into each other’s mouths as yuuji works off his sweatpants and boxers. he then towers over megumi in the back seat of the car, megumi laying on his back with his legs around yuuji’s waist. they make out some more as megumi wraps his arms around his neck again, his breath hitching when he feels his dick rub over his clit. megumi pulls away to look down at where they’re touching and gasps. he knows he just had the monster of a cock in his mouth a minute ago, but seeing it laying over his stomach makes its size seem even bigger. he looks at the tip, reaching well over his navel and almost halfway up his stomach. he reaches down to stroke it again, unknowingly muttering out a “no way” in wonder at how the big, heavy beast is supposed to fit inside him.

yuuji sinks his face down into his neck, kissing right under his ear before whispering, “it’s ok, i’ll take care of it.”

yuuji leans back up and spreads megumi’s legs a little wider. his sticky, slick folds open up for him, more of his wetness sliding out, almost as an invitation. yuuji is mesmerized as he leans his head down a bit to drool some of his saliva over them before rubbing his fingers over his clit again, making it as nice and wet as possible. megumi can’t hold back his moans or keep his hips still, his pussy still sensitive from its treatment yuuji gave it earlier. his hips buck up again when yuuji suddenly spanks down on it without warning.

”yuuujiii”, megumi moans as the ache in his stomach returns.

yuuji smirks and keeps sweet pressure on his clit as he rubs it. “relax meg, i’m just trying to help you get ready okay? just a little bit more.”

he pulls away to put his hands around megumi’s thighs, getting a tight grip before tugging him closer and making him spread wide open. he wastes no time, letting his thumb of his left hand circle his clit as his middle and ring fingers push in him again. megumi whines and whines as his hips grind and roll against yuuji’s hands. yuuji speeds up pretty fast, unable to ignore the throb in his cock much longer as megumi squeezes and drenches his fingers. when his fingers find that spot again, megumi squeals and clenches hard. despite this, yuuji, as determined as he is, squeezes in his pointer finger next. megumi grabs onto his forearm as a reflex, not sure if he’s trying to push him in or pull him out. it doesn’t matter, because yuuji doesn’t bulge and thrusts his fingers in faster and deeper anyway. megumi’s hips are levitating off of the seat, chasing the friction of yuuji’s thumb on his clit and his strong fingers bringing him closer.

”ohhh, oh yuuji…i’m gonna…please!”

yuuji isn’t surprised that when he presses his thumb even harder on his clit and thrusts all three of his fingers up he’s once again drenched and covered in megumi’s warm juices. he thinks he should be surprised though, because how much fluid does megumi even have left in him? he didn’t even think it was possible to squirt this much, and the amount of it all over the car should be concerning. but he can’t bring himself to care, not when megumi is still clenching down in his fingers and spraying more and more of it in waves all over them. when the tremors in megumi’s body settle and the contractions over his fingers slow down, he removes his fingers from megumi’s overworked pussy, making his hips plop down in the soaked seat of the car. 

he waits for megumi to come back to earth again before leaning back down to kiss at his neck, cheeks, and lips. when megumi kisses him back, they share a few deep and sweet kisses before yuuji pulls away and stares into his eyes, millimeters from his face.

”you ready?”

megumi isn’t really sure how he could be. his body hasn’t felt this worn out in ages. even he too wonders how much fluid he must have lost so far. but he feels yuuji’s dick throb in anticipation against him and it seems to be the perfect motivation. yeah he’s not sure if he can really take it and is terrified to get split open. but he can’t wait to get dicked down regardless.

so he nods and reaches down again to stroke him a little more. yuuji smiles and pecks his lips before leaning back up, letting megumi continue to stroke him for a bit. yuuji takes his cock at the base and leads it towards megumi’s twitching hole, the both of them putting it in together. megumi pulls his hand away when the tip breaches his entrance. he sweetly sighs, trying to mentally and physically prepare himself. when yuuji’s about halfway in, megumi whimpers and clenches down, stopping him from going any further. yuuji reaches down to rub at his clit in firm circles.

”shhh, just relax meg. you can take it but you have to relax. open up for me and i can give it to you.”

megumi tries and when he does and another inch sinks in, he clenches down again. “uhhh yuuji! can’t…too big!”

yuuji leans down to his neck again, kissing his way up to his ear before licking all around it. he kisses to his sensitive spot right under his ear and sucks it before tonguing over it. megumi cries out as he opens up a little bit more, letting yuuji give him a few more of his inches.

”there we go, that’s it. open all the way up for me meg.”

with yuuji’s deep voice in his ear, his tongue, and his never ending stimulation to his clit, megumi relaxes and opens up enough for yuuji to fill him all the way up with his cock. megumi moans out at the feeling of being stuffed so full.

”good job, meg. it’s all in, you did so good.”

megumi took deep breaths, getting used to feeling so full of yuuji. it took a minute to get used to, as megumi had never felt this full before. it felt like yuuji was in his guts. he would never truly get used to this. 

yuji stayed as still as possible to let megumi adjust, giving sweet little kisses to his neck. he was trying not to lose his mind, he never felt anything wetter or hotter squeezing around him like this. he felt that if he stayed like this for too long, megumi would melt his dick off. he closed his eyes and burrowed his forehead into his neck until he heard his voice.

”yuuji, i’m ready”

yuuji perked up and leaned right over megumi’s face again and nodded. he stared into his eyes as he slowly withdrew his hips, and then oh so slowly pushed them forward. he did this a couple of times, slowly moving his hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of megumi. they were panting into each others mouths, eyes never leaving the other’s gaze. when yuuji pulled himself almost all of the way out and then thrusted all the way in, they moaned in unison. that set the precedence and yuuji started to fuck megumi just like that, working his whole cock in and out of him. 

when a real pace started to set in and yuuji thrusted his hips with more weight, megumi threw his head back in satisfaction.

”yessss yuuji!”

with more of his skin exposed, yuuji kissed and sucked all over his neck, leaving hickies that he didn’t care megumi would be mad at tomorrow. megumi didn’t seem to care either, his fingers digging in his hair to keep him mouthing at his neck. 

“fuck megumi, so good! feels so good!”

the needy side of megumi came out to play again when he tugged on yuuji’s hair and wrapped his legs around his waist. 

“more yuuji!”

yuuji leaned up and towered over megumi again before taking his legs from around his waist. before megumi could be confused, he held onto the underside of his thighs under his knees and pushed them down with his strong hands, bending megumi’s legs over himself in a press. yuuji then began to pick up the pace, fucking megumi even deeper in this position. megumi’s loud moans could probably be heard far outside, but yuuji didn’t let up. megumi felt like yuuji was reaching parts in him he didn’t even know were there, making yuuji fit in him like a puzzle.

they were both getting more and more lost into their pleasure, megumi breathing out, “so good, so deep…”

yuuji looked down at the bulge he was causing in megumi’s belly in astonishment, “yesss, fuck it’s deep. i’m so deep. you’re amazing megumi, taking me…shit…so good…”

yuuji’s sculpted stomach was hitting right onto megumi’s clit over and over with how deep yuuji had him folded. with the extra stimulation and with yuuji turning his insides into a pulp, his body wasn’t even able to give any warnings. another waterfall of his fluids squirt out from him as he clenched hard on yuuji’s cock and arched his back up against him. he came so hard his mouth was open wide in a silent scream, eyes getting stuck in the back of his head and nails digging and ripping into the seat below him. yuuji kept fucking him through it, amazed that he could see the tremor move from his head all the way down to his toes so up close. 

in a haste, and before megumi could even begin to breathe normally again, yuuji let go of his legs and pulled out of him. he gripped tight onto megumi’s waist and manhandled him, flipping him onto his belly. megumi was still mentally floating and just plopped onto the seat. yuuji didn’t have it in him to go slow, he led his dick right to megumi’s still clenching hole and ran all the way in. at that, megumi jolted up and let out his loudest scream so far. yuuji leaned over megumi’s back with all of his body weight, moved his arm up to clench his hand over megumi’s mouth, and began thrusting in hard and fast right away. 

yuuji’s hips were meeting megumi’s ass again and again with a wet and sticky clapping sound. megumi should be concerned with how far his eyes went into his head again but he couldn’t even think outside of his own pleasure and yuuji smothering him with his big arms and heavy body. in this position, which could be thought of as a very naughty version of a bear hug, yuuji was dropping his hips down, thrusting into megumi’s g spot just right. if it wasn’t for yuuji’s arms holding him up, he would be melting into the car seats. yuuji was really in his stomach now.

yuuji dropped his head down next to megumi’s, letting his hand covering his mouth go to his chin to move his head facing his. 

“fuck”

once he saw megumi’s face, he held onto him tighter and started dropping his hips down with more weight. megumi looked a fucking mess. his eyes were glazed out, tears of pleasure streaking his face, and drool running from the sides of his lips. he pulled his face to his, licking into his mouth and sucking on his tongue. megumi wanted to kiss him back and had to put all of his mental effort into it, smacking their lips and tongues against each other. when they pulled away, they were again breathing and panting into each other’s mouths. 

megumi felt himself getting close yet again, whispering out a breathy “fuck” and clenching onto the seat. 

yuuji dug his forehead into megumi’s, feeling himself getting close too. 

megumi crossed his bridge first, squirting out the last of his essence and clenching desperately on yuuji. yuuji loved how he could now feel the tremble going through megumi’s entire body in waves. megumi whimpered and cried as his orgasm was prolonged with yuuji pounding into megumi for dear life. 

“shitshitshit i’m…fuck!”

yuuji pressed his hips into megumi’s as he groaned and finally came deep inside him, filling him to the brim as he emptied everything he had into his cunt. megumi moaned at the warm feeling of being filled up, yuuji’s cock twitching with every rope of cum he was letting out. 

both of their heads dropped into the seat in exhaustion, the only thing that could be heard now were their panting breaths. soon the car turned into a hot sauna, even though they were unclothed and it was pretty cold outside. yuuji was too weak at the moment to get off of megumi, so without moving the rest of his body, he moved his arm up to open the door to let some air in. they both hummed in appreciation at the cold air and megumi drifted off to a peaceful sleep. 

-

he woke for a minute to realize he was walking to his room. only he wasn’t walking and looked up to see his was in yuuji’s arms bridal style. he smiled and blushed, laying his head back down into his neck and fell back asleep.

-

when he woke up for good this time he was tucked in yuuji’s bed. he sat up and noticed  yuuji wasn’t there though. he pulled back the blanket to see that he was in one of yuuji’s t shirts, which was a lot larger on him, and his boxers, which looked more like shorts on him too. he didn’t feel sticky or gross and realized yuuji must have cleaned him before he put some clothes on him. he blushed again. he was really in love.

before he could get out of the bed, yuuji came back into the room. when he saw he was awake, he gave him the brightest smile that made megumi feel warm inside even from across the room. 

“hey sleepyhead! did you miss me?”

yuuji walked over to him and kissed his forehead, making megumi blush and pout.

”i just woke up”

yuuji laughed, “well i missed you so of course you missed me!”

yuuji wrapped his arms around megumi and gave him a big squeeze, making megumi wince. yuuji quickly let him go and backed off, giving him an apologetic smile.

”oh sorry, you’re probably still a little sore.”

that make megumi’s face heat up like a strawberry and he yanked the covers back over him. 

“i’m perfectly fine!”

yuuji tried not to laugh and sat on the bed next to megumi.

”where were you?”

“oh i was just…doing something”, yuuji said with a nervous smile.

megumi raised his eyebrow, “doing what?”

yuuji nervously laughed and got under the covers next to megumi.

”that’s not important! what’s important is that we don’t have any missions today so we can stay in bed and cuddle all day! so let’s do that now!”

he grabbed megumi by the waist and led him back into his own. when he went to place one of his legs between megumi’s, he let out another faint wince.

”wow, you really are sore”

megumi whipped around to face him, “SHUT UP!”

yuuji held up his hands, “hey it’s okay! there’s nothing wrong with being sore! i mean, it’s understandable.”

”well it’s your fucking fault that i’m sore! who’s  the one who folded me like an origami pretzel?!

”and who’s the one who came from being folded like said origami pretzel?”

megumi pouted with a mean look while yuuji looked at him with a devious and playful smirk. fuck that hot ass face. megumi didn’t know if it made him want to slap him across it or get up and sit on it. megumi could tell yuuji was about to say something else which would make him decide even quicker before something else got their attention.

”WHAT THE FUCK?!?”

the both of them sat up in the bed staring at the door, as the shout came from outside.

”what the hell?”

”oh shit, was that gojo?”

”i wonder what-“

”ITADORI MOTHERFUCKING YUUJI BRING YOUR ASS HERE BEFORE I INFINITELY VOID IT!”

megumi looked at yuuji, who looked like his soul just went to the afterlife. 

“yuuji…what did you do?”

yuuji gulped and looked at megumi, “n-nothing?”

-

they were both running outside towards the sound of the fuming gojo satoru. it wasn’t clear what was going on at first, with everyone surrounding gojo. when they got to the crowd, they could see gojo standing next to his car. the car they borrowed last night. oh shit.

when gojo saw yuuji, he stomped over to him and dragged him to the car. 

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CAR YUUJI? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?”

megumi walked closer so that he could see the car. once he saw it, he gasped and clapped his hands over his mouth.

due to their festivities in the car last night, it’s obvious that yuuji tried to clean it, which was fine. what was not fine was that yuuji used bleach to clean the black leather seats, floor, and ceiling of gojo’s very expensive car. 

“i’m sorry! the seats got dirty and i tried to clean it! i-i didn’t know that would happen!”

”ITS ALL OVER THE CAR!! WHAT IN THE FUCK DID YOU SPILL ALL OVER THE CAR??”

megumi felt horrified. yuuji looked horrified. he didn’t even know how or what to answer. maki walked up next to megumi to talk to him in what she thought was a quiet voice.

”it looks like you two had a pretty fun night last night, huh?

megumi whipped his head at maki with daggers in his eyes. gojo looked at yuuji and megumi, switching his head between them a few times. they both had the same guilty, horrified expression on their faces.

”megumi…yuuji. what is maki talking about?”

they all said nothing, their faces hot in embarrassment and shame. even though it was an accident, if megumi wasn’t stuck in horror, he would kick maki into next week.

”megumi…yuuji. please tell me you didn’t fuck in my car and try to bleach the mess out.”

they were both silent. everyone was silent, staring at yuuji and megumi, waiting for a confession.

”well actually…”

everyone looked at yuuji as he started to speak. megumi just knew he would say something to clear it up, like they spilled popcorn or they had a silly string fight or SOMETHING OTHER THAN THE TRUTH FOR GOD’S SAKE.

”…i was the one who cleaned up after. it’s my fault, not megumi’s.”

now everyone was staring at megumi. because yuuji just confirmed that they fucked in the car. megumi knows he meant well, didn’t want him to be blamed, but he couldn’t help but scream out-

“YOU IDIOT!”

after a silent minute, everyone started to laugh. everyone except yuuji and megumi, who were still horrified. even gojo had a smile on his face now. 

“geez, they made all of that mess?”

”it’s a wonder they’re still standing!”

”we still don’t know which messes came from who!”

“this has to be the funniest thing to happen in a long time.”

chatter and laughter erupted in the crowd and megumi wished he could cease existing. 

after a few giggles, gojo’s hand came down onto yuuji’s shoulder. 

“you know what? that gave me a good laugh. i’m not even mad anymore!”

yuuji’s face lit up, “really? am i forgiven?”

gojo laughed harder, “hell no! in fact to pay this off, since i know you can’t afford it, you two will be taking up my missions for the next 3 months.”

megumi scoffed, “us two? yuuji just said that he was the one who came up with the bright idea to use bleach to clean the car and not me! why do i have to go?”

”because from the looks of it, yuuji was not the only one who made the mess, am i right megumi?”

megumi felt red reach all the way to his ears. he turned and stomped off back towards his room, after flipping off maki for stirring this mess up. she mouthed an “i’m sorry, love you” to him, which he turned around to ignore. 

-

megumi heard yuuji following him but didn’t care. when he got to his room, he slammed his door shut behind him. yuuji’s foot caught the door just in time and he was able to slide in behind him. 

“meg-“

”shut up,” megumi said defeated as he plopped face first on his bed.

yuuji walked over anyway and sat on the bed next to him. 

“i’m really sorry! i wanted to clean it up to avoid getting in trouble but i made an even bigger mess! and i’m sorry i got you dragged into it!”

megumi stayed silent. yuuji scooted closer.

”come on, i don’t want such a fun night to be ruined like this.”

megumi sat up.

”well you should have thought about that before basically telling everyone we fucked in gojo’s car!”

”i didn’t mean to say that! i wasn’t thinking-“

”yeah i know! when do you think?”

yuuji was struck silent this time and megumi dropped his face back into the bed. great, he thought, now i’m an asshole.

”…sorry”, megumi said into his comforter, barely being heard by yuuji.

”what?”

”i said sorry” 

“i can’t hear you”

he sat up again. “ i said im sorry!”

he looked at yuuji and immediately regretted it.

”is megumi actually saying sorry to me? the great angry furball that is fushiguro megumi?”

megumi got under his covers this time to cover his blush and his smile. “shut up”

”make me”

megumi huffed and kicked him in his side.

”ow! hey! you know how i feel about playing dirty!”

yuuji got under the covers and smothered him with his body again. the position made him think of last night when yuuji was fucking him impossibly too good like this. he felt warm all over and yuuji wouldn’t let him hide his blush, holding his chin up so he could face him.

”see, i can play dirty too”

megumi wanted to shut him up so he did, crashing his mouth into his in a kiss. yuuji kissed him back, filling the kiss with tongue and spit. 

“ok ok i was just kidding ab- geez! you two really are horny for each other!”

when yuuji and megumi broke apart, they could see that gojo warped into his room. and then they realized where they were and what they were just doing. megumi pushed yuuji off of him. 

“WHAT THE FUCK GOJO GET OUT!”

”IM SORRY I DIDNT THINK YOU TWO WERE GONNA GET IT ON AGAIN THAT QUICKLY I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT I KIDDING ABOUT THE MISSION THING!”

”OK I GOT IT NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!”

just as quickly as he warped in, gojo warped out. yuuji looked down at megumi with a shy smile.

“wow…umm…close call huh?”

”…i want to leave this planet forever”