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It’s quiet in the dorms, which Megumi thinks is perfect. Itadori is nice and quiet next to him, doing his signature koala cling, head resting on Megumi’s shoulder.
Megumi flicks through his phone, knowing Itadori is doing the same, phone and hand propped up atop Megumi’s chest. It’s nice with Itadori being here, having snuck into his dorm once again after lights out. Since they officialized their relationship four months ago, it’s been almost routine for Megumi to be scrolling through his phone in his downtime before sleep, staying up to wait for Itadori to sneak into his dorm.
He’s sure Gojo-sensei knows about their little midnight sleepovers, but he doesn’t really care. He doesn’t think Gojo-sensei minds either, or else the cheery bastard would have said something. Gojo-sensei never misses a chance to tease Megumi, and he’s sure Itadori constantly sneaking into his dorm would constitute some sort of teasing, but no.
“Itadori,” Megumi hums softly, looking down at the fuzz of pink hair connected to his boyfriend. Itadori’s phone clicks off, warming Megumi’s heart at the fact he has his boyfriend’s full attention. “Hm?” Itadori returns his hum, the phone gently thumping down on Megumi’s chest, looking up at him. “Bed?” Megumi asks, eyeing the clock. It blinks the time at him, warm red numbers lighting up the room after their phones had shut off.
11:09 PM.
It’s the start of the weekend, less than an hour away from rolling into Saturday, but Megumi knows that Gojo-sensei is ruthless and sorcerers never truly rest. Weekends are never just weekends for them; it’s always something finding their way into their resting period, sending them flying out of the door or laying flat on their faces in the training fields.
“Mm…” Itadori hums in response to his inquiry, the black-haired boy already placing his phone on his nightstand, ready to do the same with Itadori’s. His boyfriend hands his phone to him, allowing him to set it next to his.
Instead of snuggling deeper into the covers drawn over them, Itadori sits up slightly, dragging him to where he lays against the tops of the pillows, looming slightly over Megumi. He makes no move to match how Itadori is half-sitting-half-lying, instead he just stares up at his boyfriend. Itadori’s hand - soft but so calloused at the same time, just like his - cups his cheek before pulling away, cupping his mouth, and looking away. Itadori’s pale face seems to darken - a blush? - slightly, but it’s hard to see with how dark his room is.
“Fushiguro…” Itadori starts, slightly muffled behind the hand covering his mouth, looking down at him with those big light brown eyes.
“Wanna have sex?”
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Yuuji isn’t sure how exactly he found the courage to ask his boyfriend of four months to have sex. They’ve barely kissed, and now he’s acting like a horndog, but he cannot help it. Seeing Fushiguro in his big sweater, hugging his broad shoulders and built body, it just does things to Yuuji.
“Fu-Fushiguro,” Yuuji moans as those big hands carve rivers on his body, sliding up the simple t-shirt Yuuji wears. His head is buried in his boyfriend’s spiked hair, smelling the rich blueberry shampoo he uses. Fushiguro’s hands are warm as they mold paths into Yuuji’s body, working up every vertebra before sliding to the front, one squishing his pec while the other drags down to his boxers. His shorts had been kicked off in the sudden, intense makeout session his question had sparked, left in nothing but his soaked boxers.
“Y-You-” His words die on his tongue, feeling a rough palm cup his cunt, the warmth sending a jittering buzz through Yuuji. “Warm,” Fushiguro comments against his throat, licking a stripe up the pale plane, sharp canines - which Yuuji has to say he’s a bit more than obsessed with - nipping at his skin. “So warm, Itadori,” Fushiguro groans, fingers spreading Yuuji’s wet cunt lips, pressing against his drooling entrance. His hips work slightly forward, a moan leaving his mouth as he hugs Fushiguro’s shoulders and neck, eyes already fluttering. He’s not all too experienced, having no true recollection he had actually had a day where he had time to touch himself and push himself into an orgasm.
“A-Ah, feels good,” Yuuji moans out mindlessly, feeling Fushiguro’s rough palms drag against his clit as two fingers gently press into his cunt, slow in his movements. Fushiguro says nothing, instead panting into his neck as his fingers start to work inside of Yuuji, slowly pushing in and out. They’re both fumbling virgins, but it feels riveting.
The air feels electric and alive. Yuuji almost feels possessed, mouth propped open and eyes fluttering, threatening to roll into his skull. He can’t remember the last time he’s been touched - never - or the last time he’s touched himself past a stray roll of his clit before being interrupted. He never wants to go without this ever again, especially if it’s Fushiguro doing this to him.
Yuuji hiccups a gritted keen as he rolls his hips into Fushiguro’s fingers, inadvertently riding them and using that textured palm as a grind mat. “Feel good, Itadori?” Fushiguro gasps out, legs tangling together, hard-on pressing against one of Yuuji’s muscled thighs that he has trapped between his legs. Shiiit, it feels big. He wants that in him, fucking into him deep and ruining him.
“Fu-Fushiguro, rrright-... there!” Yuuji grits out, trying to keep the heavy cracks and keens out of his voice, feeling Fushiguro’s fingers press against his g-spot, tentatively fucking in and out as Yuuji’s hips start to work in creaky, jagged circles. He can feel that semi-unfamiliar ache deep inside him, making his toes curl and his body burn with ecstasy. “There? Right there?” Fushiguro asks, making Yuuji nod frantically, gripping the back of Fushiguro’s hair. “Yes, yes, oh fuck, don’t stop-” Yuuji cries out, eyes squeezing shut, legs starting to shake with his impending orgasm, teeth gnashing together. Fushiguro doesn’t stop with his movements, targeting his g-spot with his deft, rough fingers.
Like a string snapping, Yuuji falls apart all at once, thighs shaking so hard he can hear the headboard clatter loudly against the wall due to his shaking. His orgasm washes over him and pulls him under, choking him on the intense pleasure he feels. His clit throbs against Fushiguro’s palm, feeling his boyfriend work it in slow circles to help Yuuji float through his orgasm.
Tears collect in his tightly squeezed eyes, body pulled tight, and hands tangled in Fushiguro’s hair, surely pulling it tight, feeling Fushiguro lave his tongue over the plane of his throat.
“G-Goddaughn….!” Yuuji sobs out as he crests over yet another wave of his orgasm given to him by Fushiguro, who continues to run his fingers over his g-spot and finger his cunt, as he shakes and crushes his hand between his thighs. All the while, Yuuji shakes and sobs through his orgasm; Fushiguro lazily rolls his hips against one of Yuuji’s shaking thighs, rutting his cock against the shaking muscles.
“I-I…!” Yuuji’s head tosses back, pants audible and voice cracking. His hands untangle from Fushiguro’s hair to push at his shoulders, fingers shaking as he does so. “C-Can’t, o-ngh… can’t, can’t, ‘m gon-” Yuuji tries to convey something through his gargled words, body stringing tight with a second impending orgasm, so quickly after the last Yuuji feels like his mind is about to melt out of his ears.
“Go on; you can do it,” Fushiguro hums against the thundering pulse point in his neck, nose pressing against his warm skin. His fingers haven’t stopped, still fucking into Yuuji’s cunt at a steady, agonizing pace. Yuuji shakes hard, muscles tightening and body stretching out like the string on a bow pulled taut, heaving and gritting screams through his teeth as his shaking fingers dig deep into his boyfriend’s shoulders.
Yuuji’s body falls limp as his second orgasm washes over him, face pressed into soft black hair, hips stuttering and working against his boyfriend’s fingers, slick drooling out of his cunt and wetting the inside of his thighs and boxers. “H-Ha….” Yuuji wheezes out, trying to find air once more as all of the air in his lungs has been pushed out.
Fushiguro’s fingers slowly leave his cunt, hand pulling free from his soaked boxers, waistband snapping against his heaving stomach. A gentle kiss is placed on his bobbing Adams’ apple; soaked fingers wiped against his boxer-clad ass. “You really felt that good, huh?” Fushiguro mumbles, hugging his waist as Yuuji tries to reboot his broken mind, eyelids sticking together and lungs still heaving for air.
“Y-Yeah,” Yuuji answers after a moment, huffing softly, hugging Fushiguro’s shoulders as the teen rubs soothing circles in his hips. “Still wanna keep going? We can stop for the night,” Fushiguro mumbles, nosing at his jaw and kissing it, staring up at him with those swirling blue eyes he could just get lost in forever.
“Nno… I wanna keep going,” Yuuji says after a moment, grinding his thigh that Fushiguro has trapped between his legs against that hard, throbbing cock. Fushiguro groans, trailing off into a low-set growl as his hands grip Yuuji’s hips, finger pads sinking into his flesh.
“Don’t regret that decision, Itadori,” Fushiguro huffs against his jaw, hands already working at tearing Yuuji’s boxers off his body, by actually tearing them or working them down his legs and off his body, which remains pretty much limp thanks to the wicked back-to-back orgasms.
The sound of fabric tearing sounds in his ears, blush darkening on his face as his boxers are quite literally torn off his body.
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Megumi grits his teeth as he slowly pushes his cock into Itadori’s cunt, eyes trying to roll up forcefully. The heat is insane even through the condom, and it’s nothing compared to his fist, which had served him well over the sparse years where he actually jacked off. If he thought about it, he’d probably be able to count the times he’s jacked off on his fingers and toes.
“T-Tiiight,” Megumi growls out, teeth grinding together as he slowly pushes in. It’s a slow and grueling slide into Itadori’s cunt; the slippery slick being pushed out by his cock helps ease his way in. Itadori is no better than him; whereas his hands grip Itadori’s hips, Itadori’s grip tightly at his shoulders.
“J-Jezus… y’r so big-” Itadori’s breath hitches halfway through his sentence, quaking hard around his cock, all while squeezing his shoulders. Megumi stops the slow rolls of his hips, staring up at Itadori, who has his eyes closed tightly and takes slow, deep breaths.
“You okay?” Megumi asks, his fingers splayed out over Itadori’s hips, squeezing gently. “Y-Yeah, I-I’ve never taken anything b..bigger than fingers before,” Itadori keens out, sounding slightly strained as he looks to be forcefully relaxing his body. Megumi hums, staring down the empty space the covers pulled over them creates. It’s pitch black, just like the rest of the room, but Megumi can faintly make out his and Itadori’s tangled legs and their connection. His hand that is firmly planted on Itadori’s hip and massaging the soft flesh there slowly trails down, two fingers spreading into an upside-down v, which presses against Itadori’s cunt, framing it. He can feel how stretched he is, struggling to mold to Megumi’s cock properly.
“Just breathe… take a minute,” Megumi hums, fingers pressing against Itadori’s cunt lips before finding his puffy clit, fiddling with the hood and the gummy nub, trying to relax his boyfriend so he can stop suffocating his cock. It seems to work as the tight squeeze around his cock slowly weakens, allowing Megumi to press in further. Itadori’s head drops against the pillow, groaning softly as he pushes in further.
“W-Why do you have to be so big?” Itadori whines, spasming around his cock, clenching tight before relaxing. “Shuddup… you like it,” Megumi bites back softly, groaning softly when his cock slips all the way in, sinking to the deepest place of Itadori’s cunt, pressing balls deep into his boyfriend. To think they went from awkwardly holding hands, cuddling, little pecks, actual kisses, and now this in just a span of four months.
He’s heard Itadori talk about his occasional viewing of porn, which he never minded, knowing his boyfriend was more interested in that stuff than him. The only thing he’s gotten off to in the past few months was the sweet image of Itadori’s ass in tight leggings and the press of his cunt against them as he stretched. That day was a hard day for Megumi, as it took everything in him not to fuck his boyfriend right then and there.
It was only less than a month into their relationship at that point, and Megumi had no intention of showing himself to be someone who fucks within the first month.
“H-o my… ggod,” Itadori keens, the legs tangled with his shaking softly. “Y-You are so deep inside of me,” He sounds breathless, and Megumi doesn’t blame him. If he were to talk, he’s sure he’d sound exactly the same. “F-Feels like ‘m about to burst,” Itadori mumbles, breathing in and out slowly, making Megumi hum.
“C…Can I move?” Megumi asks after a moment, feeling like his head is about to fall off his shoulders if he doesn’t start moving. He feels insane, gnashing his teeth and biting the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from moving, wanting it to be on Itadori’s signal and not his.
“Y-Yes, yes, move-” Itadori jumps at his question like he’s been waiting for him to ask it, gripping his shoulders and breathing into the crown of his head. Megumi groans his relief, pulling his hips back before fucking in slowly. The condom mutes the sensations slightly, but it is still enough to make Megumi’s mouth pop open and his body to burn with pleasure. His hips slowly start to find a pace that’s good enough for both of them, arms wrapping around Itadori’s body. He’s hugging his boyfriend tight, slowly fucking into that addictive cunt. Megumi feels like it’s changing his entire wiring, already starting to crave that tight, wet heat he’s never felt before.
“G-God, you feel so good, Itadori,” Megumi growls out, head tipping up to lick at Itadori’s neck, nipping at his boyfriend’s skin to gauge how the pink-haired teen feels about it. The gurgled moan that is returned to him makes the sides of his mouth tick up; grinning softly as he starts to suck the first hickey - which will be quickly followed by many more - into the pale skin of Itadori’s neck. He can feel every moan and every vibration against his lips as he sucks a dark hickey against the base of Itadori’s neck, which can easily be covered up by one of his or Itadori’s hoodies.
“F-Fushiguro!” Itadori cries out as his thrusting pace starts to quickly quicken, the slow tumbling roll of pleasure simmering in his gut urging him faster. “O-Oh god, feels so good! Don’t stop!” Itadori cries, blunt nails digging into Megumi’s shoulder blades, biting into his skin even through the sweatshirt he wears. “Don’t stop, don’t stop…!” Itadori hiccups, squeezing around his cock with each harsh thrust Megumi does. His pace has picked up without him even realizing it, pounding into Itadori with the best of his abilities, hugging his boyfriend close as he licks and nips at the hickeys decorating the base of Itadori’s neck.
It stirs something in himself to see the pale flesh darken thanks to his ministrations.
Itadori’s head slides down, knocking against his forehead, staring into Megumi’s eyes as he fucks into his boyfriend hard and fast, pace steady and bed creaking with each thrust. “F-Fushigur…o!” Itadori cries out, their breaths mingling together and eyes locked. “Fus-Fushiguro… dun’... Fushi-” Itadoi is a mess, mouth popped open, and yet he still stares into Megumi’s eyes, even as they threaten to flutter shut at any moment.
Megumi grits his teeth as Itadori whimpers broken repeats of his surname, hiccuping out wanton moans all in the same string of words. Megumi huffs and licks at his lips as their foreheads continue to press together, hugging Itadori’s waist tighter. “M-Megumi,” he whispers, moaning softly as he hilts deep over and over, pleasure burning in his core. “It’s Megumi.”
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Yuuji feels shattered. Like a glass house shattering as a pebble rockets through him.
It’s Megumi.
“M-Megu-” Yuuji cannot even get his boyfriend’s full name out as he cums so suddenly it slams into him. He belts a moan as his cunt clamps around his boyfriend’s thick cock, thighs stiffening and shaking hard from where they are tangled with Megumi’s.
“GNAGH…!! Me-Megumi! Megumi, Megumi, Megu-” Yuuji sobs as the orgasm tears through him, ripping him apart at the seams as his eyes roll into his skull, and his teeth clench so hard he can feel his jaw creak and pop.
“D-Did you just cum?” Megumi asks, wheezing out as his thrusts stutter slightly, fucking him slower to how hard he’s clenched as his orgasm continues to rip and tear at him. Yuuji can’t even answer, tongue-tied and nothing coming out of his mouth but sobbed moans. Megumi groans and goes back to licking and nipping the hickeys on the back of his neck, sucking even more.
He’s sure he’s going to be black, purple, and bruised by morning. He doesn’t care, though, because Megumi is the one giving them to him.
It’s hell and heaven all in the same pot that Yuuji drinks down, hiccuping and groaning at the steady, pounding pace Megumi has continued to do even through his orgasm. It makes him tingle and his body zing with a pleasure he’s never felt before, so sensitive it’s starting to teeter into pain, but he can’t find himself caring.
“S-Shiit, ‘m close,” Megumi whispers, the hand splayed against the middle of his back, trailing down to press at the small of his back. Yuuji moans and knocks their foreheads together once more, starting to work his hips with Megumi’s thrusts. Even as his hips try to jump away from the pleasure, Yuuji cannot stop himself. He can see the crinkle of pleasure start to show up on Megumi’s face, eyebrows drawn in and eyes unfocused. He looks so handsome like this, and Yuuji just wants to take a picture of it and remember it forever.
Yuuji grits his teeth and hiccups little groans as his boyfriend fucks into his cunt without any mercy, his body still trying to properly reel from orgasm number three. He’s barely able to keep his eyes from rolling back all the way into his skull again, staring at his boyfriend as the teen huffs and pants.
He works his hips in steady down-thrusts, timing it with his boyfriend’s thrusts to fuck that thick cock as deep as possible. “D-Damnit, ‘m close-” Megumi gasps, mouth snapping shut to muffle the loud groan he lets out. The hand on Yuuji’s lower back helps fuck his hips down in-beat with Megumi’s thrusts, guiding Yuuji up and down on his cock. The movement isn’t the best because of how close they are and how they’re laying, but it works, and neither of them really seems to care, bed shaking and orgasms starting to crest.
“Don’t stop, Itadori, don’t-” Megumi growls out, thrusts starting to stutter and eyes starting to flicker. Yuuji is shaking, toes curling, and his fourth orgasm crawling up his bones and settling there. His forehead continues to press against his boyfriend’s, moaning softly as he’s held close. His down-thrusts start to stutter and shake just like Megumi’s thrusts do, fucking hard and deep into his poor cunt. He’s sure he’s going to be bound to this bed tomorrow with his sore his body is already, but it’s fuzzed out by the insane amount of pleasure that burns through his body, muffling all other sensations save for pleasure.
Megumi is spilling inaudible filth between gnashed-together teeth, getting out gargled growls and a hissed “Itadori-” as his hips begin to stutter harder, alerting Yuuji to his boyfriend’s impending orgasm.
“It- it’s - o…h fuck! - Yuuji! Ca-’ll me Yuuji!” Yuuji sobs, hugging his boyfriend close.
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Megumi grits a bellowed growl that burns through his throat. It’s all over for him as Yuuji sobs into his ear, squeezing around his cock as he experiences his fourth orgasm. Megumi slams upward, fucking his cock in as far as it can, hips stuttering upward, pushing his cock deep and keeping it there. His orgasm suffocates him, pulling its grasping hands over his eyes and blinding him, allowing his vision to explode into swirling galaxies that surround his vision. The stars and warping waves of the galaxy fill his vision as his cock throbs inside of his boyfriend, molding himself to Yuuji’s cunt. He spills into the condom, gritting inaudible sounds that die on his tongue behind his teeth, blunt fingernails digging into the small of Yuuji’s back, dipping into the back dimples his boyfriend has.
His body hurts, and his cock throbs as his orgasm continues to blind him, head sliding away from Yuuji’s to tuck himself against that hickey-covered neck, huffing and wheezing into the pale, sweat-sticky skin.
Megumi’s hips continue to stutter and roll upward as if they have a mind of their own as Yuuji’s cunt milks his cock for all it’s worth, pumping the condom full.
His orgasm slowly fades, as does the bursting and warping galaxies from his vision, finding himself staring at Yuuji’s bobbing throat. The condom has become uncomfortable, making Megumi cringe as he tosses the blanket off of them, sweats and boxers having been pushed down to snap under his balls and stay there. He pulls out slowly, groaning at the slide and the soft pulse from Yuuji’s cunt.
Tying the condom close, Megumi stuffs his cock back into his sweat-soaked boxers and sweats, groaning as his legs wobble slightly as he stands to throw the used condom out. Yuuji stays in his bed, lying and just breathing through all the sensations Megumi’s sure he’s still feeling.
Megumi makes quick work of changing his entire outfit, throwing the same thing on in just a different color. He also plucks an extra pair of boxers and a sweatshirt out of his closet before walking back to Yuuji, who stares up at him, illuminated by the lamp Megumi had turned on. “Sit up,” Megumi says softly, peeling the sweat-soaked t-shirt off his boyfriend, who just holds his arms up. Megumi uses the sweaty t-shirt to give his boyfriend’s body a quick wipe-down, focusing on between his legs, gently swiping the copious amount of slick that clings to his inner thighs and cunt.
Yuuji winces slightly, to which Megumi quietly whispers an apology, dressing Yuuji in his sweatshirt.
“Why do we go sleep in your dorm? The bed is all sweaty and gross,” Megumi offers, helping Yuuji to the edge of the bed so he can slide the boxers up those pretty legs, snapping the waistband in place as Yuuji looks at him.
“You’ll have to carry me, I don’t think I can walk,” Yuuji puffs out, a pout forming on those kissable, swollen lips. “Okay, okay, I’ll do that; let me just grab our phones,” Megumi huffs, ruffling soft, sweat-slick pink hair as he unplugs their phones and stuffs them into his pocket before hauling his boyfriend up.
He works on muscle memory of his dorm layout, carrying his limp boyfriend in his arms, feeling Yuuji’s soft breath on his neck as he opens the door to his dorm and walks out into the hallway, closing it behind him. Yuuji’s dorm is a quick, less than a minute walk from his dorm, slipping into the dark room.
“There,” Megumi huffs softly, setting his boyfriend down on his bed. Yuuji hums, rolling to the side and pulling the covers over himself as Megumi plugs their phones back in, wincing at the time.
2:19 AM.
Over three hours of sex.
Megumi sighs as he flops down next to his boyfriend, who cuddles back up to him, head placed on his shoulder, hugging his chest. Megumi hums and rubs a soothing hand over Yuuji’s arm, trying to keep his panic at the fact he and his boyfriend are both on a first-name basis with each other…
He knew it was bound to happen, but this soon? He feels like he’s jumping the gun, majorly so. He’s not sure how to process this - he’s never been in a relationship with someone before Yuuji - but looking at his boyfriend, Yuuji, everything seems to be turning out well. He hasn’t felt this happy in a while, and just staring at his boyfriend’s slack face and hazy eyes through the darkness is enough to ease Megumi into a peaceful state, sighing softly into the darkness as he closes his eyes.
He’s going to face this all in the morning - even though it is morning - which includes properly processing he’s on a first-name basis with his boyfriend after four months of dating and the very likely fact they woke Kugisaki or Gojo-sensei up with their late-night romp…
God, that’s going to be a fun conversation to have.
Maybe he’ll just stay bound to the bed with Yuuji and ignore the possible threats that are likely soon to be hailed at him and Yuuji.
Sounds like a plan.