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Shoko hummed as her right hand skillfully typed something on her keyboard while her other hand was busy picking up the scatter paper on her desk. Her eyes darted between the paper on her hand and the computer screen.
Meanwhile, Yuuji hopped down from the nursing bed and pulled his pants back on with a flustered face; which is ridiculous since he was once fully naked and Shoko was about to do an autopsy on him. So, his flustered face is not because of being naked down there but because—
“Good news Itadori-kun you, this vagina of yours wouldn't be a permanent change,” her voice is flat; barely looking up from her paper.
Well that's the problem. Just hours ago Yuuji along with Megumi got assigned a mission to exorcist a cursed spirit with the estimated semi grade two to grade two and located it to roam around an abandoned warehouse near the forest. The report mentioned that its activity attacking humans that lived near the forest has increased rapidly in the past few weeks.
And so with that the two students send after the curse and it should be an easy job for them; Yuuji even invites Megumi to eat ramen after this mission. That is until they realize that this cursed spirit— while not so smart it is a pretty handful one because it's a shape shifter.
Every time they come close, it would shift into some kind of bug and try to fly away and only get stopped by the barrier Ijichi-san casted.
Yuuji who was already flushed and annoyed said he'd charge head on and try to hold onto the cursed spirit while Megumi would be the one who'll exorcize it. The black hair teen who's equally tired and annoyed agrees without much thinking.
And with that Yuuji runs towards it and grabs onto its leg when it starts to shape shift its hand to a wing. “Fushiguro now!” he yelled while desperately pulling the cursed spirit back down and ended up restraining it in his chest— big mistake because in desperation it changed the hand into something akin to a spear and plunged it towards Yuuji's stomach.
He groans as bloods spill from the stomach but he ignores it, instead squeezing it harder until it lets out a bloody scream. It tried to trash around but before it could do anything, Megumi divine dog lunged forward and tore its flesh apart. Not wanting to get caught up in the mess, Yuuji quickly releases his hold from the cured spirit.
The pink hair teen coughs up blood and falls into his knees, clutching his holed up stomach before passing out. The last thing he heard was Megumi yelling out his name.
And that's what brought us here. After getting his stomach patched up by Shoko, the woman told him that when she did her usual examination she found something had been altered on his body. Confused, he asked the older woman.
“Take off your pants,” she replied simply as she went back towards her desk.
That's when the teen finds out that his precious manhood has gone no longer dangling between his crotch, and what he touches is a fat lip that's slightly wet in the middle of the lip. “You have a vagina now,” the older woman confirmed with a flat voice.
Now back to the start. “From what the record of the past victim said this change is not permanent and it would change back to normal after two days,” she got up from her chair and walked toward the teen.
“Here is your paper,” she handed a manila folder to Yuuji. “And despite the change there is nothing wrong with your body so you should be fine to go. But as your doctor, please go back to your room and rest for the day, Itadori-kun.”
The teen only nods wordlessly as he takes the manila folder and walks from Shoko’s office. The walk back to his room feels like a walk of shame; keeping his gaze on the ground instead. He's almost at his door, when a taller figure stands in front of him.
He looks up and it's Megumi. He had his hands folded against his chest, his brows creased into a frown. “Are you okay?,” he asked, looking up and down his body to check if there were any visible injuries.
At the question, the pink hair teen cheeks heated up as he remembers his current condition. “Yep, all good and dandy!” He replied; too fast and too nervous.
“Are you sure?” Megumi pressed.
No, was left unsaid. And instead he waved his hand, “Yeah, Ieiri-san already healed my stomach and she said there is nothing wrong with my body, but just to be safe I should rest for the day.”
And also my dick is gone and now I have a functioning vagina —I think—, was left unsaid once again.
Hearing that, Megumi let out a sigh of relief. The tension on his shoulder melted away leaving him looking less tense. “If you said so.”
They part ways after that with Megumi needing to submit their report and Yuuji's much needed rest.
When he's in his room, he quickly strips off his school uniform. He sat on the bed naked as he opened his legs. It feels uncharacteristically light down there. Hesitantly he rubs his finger around the clitoris area and shivers at the tingling sensation course through his body.
When he pulled out, his finger was slightly wet and glistening. Yuuji's face instantly flushed a color of red. He quickly wiped his finger off on his bedsheets and let out a groan. He never touched a woman and yet now he had a cunt— is his life just turning into some kind of hard core porn?
The teen rubs his face harshly and flop down onto his bed; curling up into a ball. Whatever is happening in his life should be over in two days, so no point in stressing out his head with useless thoughts. He just needed to pretend that his genitals didn't just change overnight.
Yeah it should be fine.
Until it didn't. It's been two days and his dick still hasn't come back. Anxiety bubbles up through his stomach making his throat tightened up as he paced through his room.
Thoughts like ‘Am I never getting my dick back?’, or ‘Does this mean I'll never be with a woman?’, and so on filled his head to the brims. And when he was about to go to Shoko’s office to ask about his condition, Sukuna suddenly made an appearance.
The little slit beneath his eyes open up and a bloody red eyes along with a mouth appear. The first thing the cursed user does is laugh so manically that it got the young sorcerer to slap his own cheek; but the little shit bites it hard making Yuuji hiss in pain.
He pulled his hand away quickly and was relieved when Sukuna didn't break the skin. So much for being a live in roommate.
“What the fuck was that for?” He yelled at Sukuna who's now shifted to his palm.
His mouth stretched into a sadistic grin. “Worried you'll never get your precious dick back?” He said in a mocking voice.
“So what? I'll go to Ieiri-san and she'll know what to do,” he fired back. His face is red mixed with anger and embarrassment.
“Ho? You think that sorry excuse doctor can help you?"
“Hey don't talk like that to Ieiri—”
But before Yuuji could finish, Sukuna cut him. “You talk too much,” Yuuji can feel him rolling his eyes on his cheek. “Listen here brat, that woman can't help you at all; you're hopeless now.” His voice’s condescending and cold.
At that, the color drains from Yuuji’s face leaving dumbfounded and wide eyes. His knees buckled and he slid down onto his floor. Something inside of him cracked and then shattered like glass and he let out an agonizing sound— mewling and then rolling on the floor.
It goes on for a minute or so before Sukuna —who's inside of him getting dizzy from all the rolling— gets a hold of Yuuji's right hand and slaps the teen across his face to stop his breakdown. “Stop it you damn brat!” He hissed.
Yuuji grabbed his own wrist, “Shut up stupid Sukuna. You don't know how it feels to lose your dick!”
“Well yeah,” Sukuna snickers but stops when Yuuji shakes him aggressively.
“You old mean man! This is why you get sealed! You don't have compassion nor empathy to— aw!” his babbling stops because of Sukuna biting his thumb.
“I don't need a lowly brats like you to talk all high and mighty to me.” Yuuji let out a scoff and rolled his eyes. “You damn rascal,” the mouth on his palm growled at teen attitude. “And here I am trying to help you.”
Yuuji perked up at that, but then his eyes narrowed into a suspicion. “And why would you?”
The wicked grin tugged on Sukuna lips, “Why of course because I liked to see you suffer.” Yuuji stares at the cursed user, his head tilted —confused at the old man's words—. Seeing the puzzle look from the young vessel, Sukuna clicked his tongue. “You're so stupid, and I shouldn't be surprised anymore.”
Yuuji's lips pressed into a tight line, then he grasped his wrist once again and violently shook it. “Since you want to be the biggest asshole in this room, then fine by me.”
“Damn— brat!” Sukuna patients stretch to a thin paper due to the young sorcerer. “Fine I'll tell you how to get your dick back stupid kid,” he managed to say amidst being toyed with by the teen. At that the teen quickly stopped, yet still holding his wrist that occupied the cursed user firmly.
“No more funny games, or I'll do this until you pass out!” Yuuji threatened the latter, and Sukuna had to stop himself from snickering at such an absurd threat. It's not like he gets dizzy because Yuuji shakes his own hand so violently, it's just mildly annoying for the king of curses.
He ignores the petty threat like it's a passing wind. “This cursed technique in the first place was weak and it shouldn't even do anything to you since you house me. But that lowly curse seems to awaken its potential and put a lot of its cursed energy and power onto you so it can try to escape. And the result is changing you permanently.”
The pink hair boy frowned, not liking the older one being all nerdy about some awakening; what he needed was his dick back.
“I don't give a crap about this, stupid old man. Get. To. The. Point.”
The eyes on his cheek rolled for nth time. And with the click of a tongue the cursed user resumes; ignoring the vessel demand. “As I was saying, this change should be permanent if not because you house me,” right now Sukuna is using all his self-control to not laugh at Yuuji's serious face.
“There is a way,” he paused, appreciating the way the young sorcerer grew impatient. “You need to have penetrative sex with a man and have him ejaculate inside.”
What?
Suddenly Yuuji's brain short circuits. He remains silent as he stares blankly at his palm. There's a pregnant silence before Yuuji's face pales up and then flushes a deep crimson that burns his whole body.
“What?” He screamed out.
“I said you need to get dick down bad and then get creampie.”
Yuuji cringed at the use of words. “I know that!”
Wild thought clouded his head, yet the biggest one still ‘Who in hell he could ask to fuck him?’ and as if the king of curses can read his mind, he let out a snort.
“Why don't you try that Fushiguro boy.”
“No!” He said quickly and shook his head. His face only grew hotter at the thought of his best friend inside of him, he also doesn't want to acknowledge it also makes him wet.
The cursed user scoffed, “Don’t act all frustrated when just a week ago you jerk off to his photo, now Virgin Mary.” He mocked the teen; who quickly shouted ‘Shut up’ and shook the cursed user violently again.
Yuuji's about to give the old man a piece of his mind when his door suddenly slammed open. He snaps his neck at the intruder and finds Megumi standing with a deep scowl seated on his face— no doubt annoyed by the noise of Yuuji and Sukuna bickering.
“Itadori,” he called out the pink hair teen through gritted teeth. “What's with the noise?” though his voice is even, Yuuji can feel the menacing aura coming from the shikigami user. “The walls are thin in here, so for the last 45 minutes I've been listening to you talking nonsense.”
Right.
How can Yuuji forget that not only his next door neighbor is Megumi, but also that the walls separating them are thin. He probably heard Yuuji panic scream and Sukuna manic laugh.
He scrambled to get back to his feet and approach the other teen. “Sorry Fushiguro! I um…” he tried to make an excuse but fell short. Megumi's face softened at the edge seeing his friend panicking.
He scratched his hair and was about to take his leave after telling Yuuji to just keep it down, when shifted from the palm of Yuuji to his left cheek. “Hey brats, this is your chance to ask him for his help, no?”
Yuuji shrieks loudly and slaps his hand on his cheek, not caring how it sting and will leave a hand print mark afterwards. Megumi is taken aback, this scowled melt into concern for his friend's sudden outburst and the cursed user statement.
“My help?”
Yuuji quickly shakes his head in denial; his mouth gaping and closing like a fish out of water while gesticulating wildly. “Fushiguro for the love of god, do not listen to this old man, he’s talking stupid and I don’t—”
Then his own hand betrayed him, slapping over his own mouth due to getting control from Sukuna. Yuuji quickly caught his own wrist and tried to pry his hand away, yet the king of curses had a death grip over his lower face. The whole charade had Megumi blinking his eyes dumbly, concerned about his friend but also confused.
But then Sukuna surfaced once again, now on the back of Yuuji's hand that covered the teen's mouth. He doesn't waste any time with stupid chit-chat. “Listen this brat is currently affected by a curse technique and—” but before Sukuna can finish, Yuuji already pulled his hand away.
“Sukuna shut up!” he shrieked in horror. The teen then gets into a heated fight with his own wrist that is occupied by the king of curses. At some point he almost broke his own wrist but stopped when he felt a hand dug into his shoulder and spun him around harshly.
“Itadori what does he mean by you getting effect with a cursed technique?” Megumi's voice cut through sharply.
The pink haired teen stared at his friend with wide eyes, to which the other returned. He swallowed harshly trying to find his own voice that was lost on his throat. But before he could open his mouth, a lips manifested once again on his cheek.
“His dick is missing, and now he need to get fucked—”
“Sukuna! Not now!” He slapped his cheek and was thankful that the cursed user is now gone. He sighs and think about how the ancient cursed user usually stay quiet since he find Yuuji to be pathetic and boring, but seems like this whole mess to be quite interesting.
Of course that relief did not stay longer, because when he looked up he saw Megumi's face hardened; jaw clenched tight and the grip on his shoulder was borderline painful. “Itadori—”
“I can explain!” He blurted out. “I can explain everything. Just calm down okay.”
Yuuji ended up explaining everything that had happened to him. He was thinking about leaving the part where the change is permanent, or so Sukuna said, because Megumi's face just gets darker and hardened the more he talks.
Yuuji sucked in a breath, suddenly the room was too hot. “But two days have passed, yet my dick still hasn't come back,” he started off, testing the water. Megumi didn't say anything, just stared right into Yuuji's soul and it made a shiver run down his spine.
“In Sukuna words, it's because the change is permanent unlike the past victim. And…” the words trailed off into silence. The pink hair shifted his gaze elsewhere, his hands playing with the hem of his shirt. He squirmed under those green piercing stares and felt his cheeks burnt hot from the attention and also what he's about to say.
“But he also said I can change back if I..” he gulped down harshly. And when he looked up, he could see the patient in Megumi is thinning out.
Logically he should just blurted it out before Megumi snapped, but part of himself can't. Why? Well saying, “So I need to get dicked down hard in my pussy and get creampie for my dick to come back. And I need you Fushiguro to give me your dick and cum because you're the only male I know here, beside Gojo-sensei— that I can't ask for help because he's a teacher and it'd be inappropriate.” is a social suicide.
Yeah. No way. He may lose his dick, but he can't afford losing his dignity can he?
Megumi, bless his soul, seems to have caught Yuuji's lack of words due to intense suffering from humiliation. And you need someone to fuck you?” Straight to the point. “And is there more to it? Since Sukuna seems to have more to say before you cut him off.” Okay maybe too straight to the point for Yuuji's liking.
Yuuji let out a groan. He rubs his face between his palms harshly. “That ‘someone’ also needs to cum inside of me.” The words tumbling out barely above a whisper.
The pink haired boy waited for Megumi to respond, yet received none. He peeked out from between the crack of his finger and found the shikigami user to stare at him blankly.
Great. Just great. Now Megumi thinks of him as a freak of nature— which he already is in the first place. He probably thinks less of Yuuji now; reckless, incompetent, and also not fully a man since he lost his precious manhood.
Spiraling in his own thoughts, Yuuji doesn't notice when Megumi shifted from the edge of the bed to the middle where Yuuji sat with his knees close to his chest; only noticed when he felt a large hand cradling his cheek.
“So you need my help right?”
Yuuji's brain short-circuits, a sound akin buzzing through his head, “No— I mean, yes— wait no no.” And before he can stop himself, he already jumbles out answers.
“Yes or no, Itadori?”
Just like Megumi said it's a simple yes or no question, that the answer is painfully obvious. Yet the implications that he'd fuck his best friend send a tingling feeling to his nerves, making everything a incoherent mess.
And instead he asked, “Why are you so sure I'd ask for your help anyway?”
Megumi's brow pinched and his lips pressed into a thin line. “Because I would not let you sleep just with anyone else, especially not with Gojo-sensei.”
The teen grimes at the implications of sleeping with his teacher. He quickly shook his head trying to get rid of the thought.
“So? Yes or no?”
He felt his palms wet from sweat as he clenched and unclenched. Yuuji swallowed, he tried to open his lips, but no sound came. So he nodded his head, gaze not quite met with the piercing emerald.
Yuuji lay on his bed, now naked as the day of his birth. A contrast to how fully dressed Megumi were. The teen squirmed, pressing his thigh together as he threw his forearms and shield his face. But it's futile because Megumi is quick to pry his arms open.
His breath hitched seeing Megumi's face so close to him that if one of them leaned in their nose would brush.
“Can I kiss you?”
The question caught Yuuji by surprise. He thought Megumi would just stick his dick in, cum, and go on his merry way. Then they go back and pretend Megumi hasn't stuck his dick in and Yuuji can pretend he is still a virgin.
He finds his throat tightened and dry. So he just nodded his head as an answer.
The shikigami user leaned in and closed the last bit of distance they had. Soft lips brushed against him, hesitant and unsure. But then Megumi deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeps over bottom lips and nibbling it open.
His hand drapes over his torso, cold hand rubs against his feverish skin, a contrast that makes a moan slip from the teen lips. At that Megumi tilted his face, his tongue slipped inside Yuuji; taking the pink hair boy breath as his own and sucking his tongue.
Megumi fingers flicker against his pecs, sinfully teasing his nipples until it hardens under his touch.
And then the kiss ended one-sided. A string of saliva connected them, and Yuuji had to stop himself from chasing after Megumi's lips. Through a ragged breath he asked, “Have you done this before?”
“The kiss or sex?”
“Both,” Yuuji replied without missing a beat.
The black hair teen didn't answer immediately. He hummed like he was thinking deeply about the question and let his hand wander through his body, finger tip mapping out each line and curve of Yuuji's. Until he stops at his cunt, his thumb pressed lightly on his clitoris yet it still makes Yuuji jolt from anticipation. “Kiss? Yes.” His voice is low and velvety, teasing in a way he rarely does. Then drag his thumb toward his entrance before inserting it inside. It draws a gasp from Yuuji. “Sex? No.”
“What about you?” He pulled his thumb back and instead back to rub the buds with more pressure. Yuuji squirmed from the pressure, his shoulder tense from the foreign feeling that ran through his body, as he tried to shake his head as an answer.
Sensing it, Megumi quickly leaned in close to his ears. “Relax.”
He said that, but the next second he switched to his middle and ring finger and rubbed his clit in circles motions. Yuuji gasped and his hand flew to Megumi's shoulder trying to steady his shaking body. He felt a gush of slick coming out with stimulation, then when Megumi felt like his fingers were soaked enough with slick dip onto Yuuji’s hole.
Middle finger going in first until pass his knuckle. “Tell me if it hurts, okay.” Yuuji quickly shook his head.
“It doesn't hurt, just weird.”
Megumi hummed non-committally and instead leaned in to capture Yuuji's lips into a kiss. He curled his finger, feeling in the spongy wall clenched and unclench around him. Then gently he wiggle his second finger inside; curling and scissoring Yuuji open until the pink hair moans into the kiss.
It felt weirdly good as his body trashed, not really sure if it's chasing or getting away from Megumi fingers.
But Megumi seems like he doesn't mind, and instead opting to leave a trail of kisses on the young sorcerer's jaw and down to his neck where he sucks and bites just light enough on the skin to not leave a mark. All while thrusting his fingers deep inside and leaving Yuuji mewling moans.
Megumi continued to kiss down to his chest where his teeth grazed over his nipples and to Yuuji disappointment the teen didn't take into his mouth. He kisses down to his navel until half of his face is buried on his crotch.
Yuuji's eyes shot open and his breath caught in his throat when he felt wet tongue licking his clitoris. “F—Fuck,” his hand tug Megumi hair when the black hair kept his pace unphase; licking his clit and fucking his hole open with now three fingers in.
“Wai—wait Fushi— ahn” the words cut off with moans and filthy curses tumbling out as he rutted into Megumi's chasing tongue. He sucked his clit, his teeth grazed over just lightly so that it didn't hurt and it made Yuuji cry in pleasure. His thigh clamp on Megumi's head yet the teen made no effort to hold his tight open, and instead rub on the feverish skin as if to encourage Yuuji.
“Fushi— oh my god, I—I'm about cum hnn.” Of course Megumi didn't say anything, he just continued to suck and lick his clit, lapping at his slick that poured down and wetting his folds and entrance like a man deprived of water.
Fat tears slip from Yuuji's eyes down to his reddened cheeks. His head threw back as sinful moans slipped like a choir, and his short stranded hair stuck to his forehead and sides from the sweat. Another jab of fingers on that sweet spot had him arch his back, his thigh clamp down hard and shaking, and a high broken pitch moan and he cummed on Megumi's face and mouth.
He could feel his head getting dizzy from the ecstasy pumping through his blood and his body going limp despite how tense he was just a second ago. But then, Yuuji let out a wet cry when Megumi laps cleaned his pussy. His clit tingled with the aftermath of the intense orgasm he ever felt and he tried to wiggle his hips away from Megumi's grasp as he felt too overstimulated.
But he heard Megumi growl and his hands that were on Yuuji's meaty tight lunged to his hip— pulling Yuuji's pussy right back to his mouth.
Yuuji cries loudly, his body shakes as pleasure blends into pain from his abused cunt. He felt helpless under Megumi's death grip on his hip, and in his hazy mind he thought how he'd died before Megumi was able to stick his dick in.
Just when everything started to feel uncomfortable, Megumi finally pulled away. His face wet from his own saliva and Yuuji's slick, and it dripped down from his lips to his chin and he licked his lips to get the last bit of it.
And if Yuuji is in any state of right mind, he would be freaking out and grabbing a tissue to wipe Megumi face clean. But instead he makes grabby motions for Megumi to lean in close. He felt needy and affectionate towards the black hair teen. He clung his arms around the shikigami user and rubbed his face on Megumi's cheeks.
He felt like an overgrown cat trying to fish out its owner's affection.
Then Megumi shifted his face slightly so that now their lips pressed together. The kiss was slow, barely any tongue involved but Yuuji still can taste his own discharge on Megumi's— salty and musky, and he moans into the kiss his thigh rub together to feel that slow friction from his pussy coming back; a burn on his stomach that warms his whole body.
He felt Megumi's hands gently part his thigh open and slotted himself on Yuuji's, and the pink haired could feel his bulge rubbing against his thigh.
They part away shortly so that Megumi can pull his sweat down and let it pool on his knees— not bothering to get it all out. Yuuji's eyes trail down from Megumi's face to his crotch where the bulge of Megumi cock looked big with a patch of wetness on the fabric of his underwear, and from the top, a dust of happy trails peek over.
Impulsive as he is, Yuuji stretched his hand to brush his finger tip against it; testing the water to see if Megumi would flinch away from the touch, but the teen didn't, and it made Yuuji feel a surge of boldness to palm over the cloth cock and squeeze ever so gently.
A grunt slip from Megumi's and it made Yuuji quickly dart his eyes up to meet with the black hair teen eyes darken, his pupils dilated and his brows furrowed. Just when Yuuji’s about to pull away, Megumi was quick to wrap his hand around his wrist and guide the other to his waistband.
Sensing the intention behind it, Yuuji is eager to hook his finger on it and pull it down just slightly to see a flushed skin underneath and more happy trails follow.
“Can I?”
Yuuji could see the way Megumi swallowed, his adam's apple bobbed as he tried to find his own voice. “Yeah,” it came out strained and breathless.
And Yuuji didn't need to told twice as he swiftly tugged down the underwear and his cock spring up as soon as it comes out of its confinement. Thick and long with the tip flushed red as a bead of pre-cum dribble down making the tip wet and shiny.
Yuuji breath hitch. Megumi's big and it's not that Yuuji was small, but this thing in front of him is a massive weapon. He thinks the head alone could tear him up, and if Megumi bottom out Yuuji would surely die from having sex that requires to get his dick back.
Just the thought of the headline for today's news:
‘A teenager found dead in his dormitory room this morning due to having sex with his friend’.
He mentally screams at it and suddenly the thought of not having his dick back is not so scary after all then risking having his life taken— not from his upcoming execution but because of a massive cock.
But before Yuuji could voice his inner turmoil Megumi leaned in, his cock sat on top of Yuuji belly and his heavy balls against his clit. Yuuji had to suppress a moan when it brushed ever so slightly against his clit.
“You okay?” Asked Megumi with concern on the edge of his voice.
Without thinking, Yuuji quickly said “Yes.”
“I'll be gentle,” his voice was reassuring that it melted half of Yuuji's worries. “I promise.”
A simple “Okay,” slip from Yuuji; breathless and whiney.
Megumi then lined his cock towards Yuuji entrance, his tip nuzzle teasingly, not really pushing through to make his hole parted. It made Yuuji whine, not liking how the stimulation is not enough, and when he's about to bitch about it, Megumi pushed through until the head was inside.
Yuuji gasps at the sudden stretch of something much thicker than three of Megumi's fingers. He felt Megumi hands on his hip guiding him to slowly sink himself towards the girth length. Despite being very slow and gentle, the stretch still burned and hot tears spilled from his tear duck.
He mewed in pain, tears sliding free to his cheek that Megumi lapped away. He kissed every inch of his face, his forehead, his wet stain cheek, button nose, and lastly his lips. Kissing him deeply while his hand wandered on the curve of Yuuji's body.
And Yuuji was so distracted he didn't even realize that Megumi had already bottomed out. Only do so when they parted away and he opened his eyes to see the shikigami user body flushed against him.
He moans at the sight, they slot themselves together perfectly like a puzzle put together. Yuuji pressed his palm over his lower belly where there formed a faint bulge— the place Megumi's cock sitting for now, and it made him feel full.
“Yo— you can move,” he stemmed through his words. And before he can take another breath Megumi already pulled out until the tip of his head remained inside and then thrust into so hard, Yuuji's swear he could feel it punch through his throat and it felt borderline painful.
The pink haired boy moans and cries as Megumi sets into a deep thrust that his tip was kissing his cervix entrance— wait did he have a uterus? His thoughts quickly pushed away when he felt Megumi yanking him down to his shaft. He cried when the tip hit his spot, his leg shook and he barely felt any strength left in it.
“Megumi, oh— ahn my god— fuck,” he end up babbling nonsense with a voice high pitched and trembles. Yet Megumi paid not much attention to it and continue to fuck deeply into the velvety warmth of Yuuji's wall.
Yuuji felt his stomach tightened— like something was about to burst from him. And he probably should have panicked, but the pleasure high Megumi gave him was too much for him to form coherent thoughts, so instead he pulled Megumi down and kissed him messily.
His tongue shoving through inside, eating his lips like a starved man. “Megumi, I'm close,” he whispered between the kisses.
Megumi grunts as his own thrust becomes more shallow and sloppy indicating that he's also close to his own orgasm.
Yuuji felt his cunt pulse with every thrust. He reached down and rubbed his clit and cried in pleasure and it pushed him to the very edge of his organs. His thigh tense and he tightened around Megumi and pulled him even deeper.
It didn't take long before Yuuji came on Megumi's cock, wetting not just himself but also Megumi. He would feel shame if not for Megumi going faster and chasing his own orgasm.
Yuuji cried due to overstimulation yet was helpless in Megumi's gasp and could do nothing but take what he was given. With one last thrust Megumi spilled his load inside. He let out a groan feeling overstimulated when Yuuji walls milked his cock dry.
He collapsed on top of Yuuji still with his dick inside. They stay like that without saying anything, just their ragged breath that fills the space. And Yuuji— though dizzy with the afterglow, thinks this is nice, even if it feels sticky from sweat and cums.
The Megumi pulled out and white cums spilled out of his overused pussy. It felt uncomfortable when it stained his sheet and thigh.
“We'll clean the rest later,” said Megumi from over his shoulder as he took a box of tissues that Yuuji kept on his bedside. Then he uses it to first clean Yuuji's pussy and thigh and after making sure he's clean— as best as a tissue can get you, he helps the teen with his pants and hoodie.
He did the same with himself, though with less care. He threw the used tissue on the trashed can and pulled Yuuji into a hug.
Of course that caught the pink hair off guard and he looked up with questions in his eyes. Megumi coughs awkwardly as a red tint blossoms on his cheeks. “Aftercare is important,” is all he said, and instead pulled the blanket over them.
Warm drapes over Yuuji's— literally and figuratively. He closed his eyes as he felt a hand stroking his back. It felt like when he was a kid all over again, being spoiled by his grandpa. And it felt incredibly nice.