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"We don't have to kiss."
"What?
“We, uh, don’t have to kiss,” you repeat.
Megumi leans in unconsciously, then pauses. Wasn’t kissing a part of sex? Or intimacy with anyone you were attracted to? Which is what you were – someone he was attracted to, undoubtedly, humiliatingly. Nothing more.
He’s gotten over the initial embarrassment of your multiple advances, each of which he either ignored or brushed off, until recently. He was used to your antics, never took them seriously, but you’d gotten drunker than you usually would’ve at Yuji’s birthday party a month ago. He remembered your hand on his thigh after too many tequila sodas. He remembered that he didn’t mind it. If anything, he was tipsier than usual, and any touch from you had his cock stirring like never before.
Before he registered it, your mouth was brushing against his jaw. Do you want to go back to mine, you’d slurred; the hush of your voice rasped in seduction. His eyes had widened, clarity breaking through his senses. It was a bit harsh, the way he nearly shoved you away. He would cringe every time he replayed the moment, how you had winced at his sudden movement, hurt painting your features under the dim bar lighting. He hadn’t spoken to you for weeks after that.
He blinks at you. “...you don’t want to kiss?”
“I mean, I–I do. But we don’t have to. Like, if you don’t–”
“Why wouldn’t I?” he asks flatly.
You narrow your eyes a bit. You’re still at a loss about being in this situation at all. You’d kept your distance from Megumi ever since the drunken incident at the party, not wanting to be the target of his disdain. Usually, you were unfazed by his rejections. He was easy to prod at. You wanted to see what made him tick – that was just your dynamic. But lately, your feelings were spilling all over the place, and then the genuine humiliation you felt at his most recent rejection built your walls back up. So why was he in your bedroom right now?
To take his virginity, basically. God knows you would be the most willing. This was what Megumi had concluded after a bout of sexual frustration; thus came the Herculean effort of pursuing you as if the act was a mere favor. He could no longer stay as reticent as he usually was about what he wanted.
“It’s… kind of intimate, don’t you think?” you mumble.
He scoffs. “So is sex.”
“You know what I mean. You don’t even– y’know,”
He raises a brow.
“You don’t actually like me.”
Megumi's mouth downturns into something like a pout, and your stomach aches at the thought of licking it.
“Stop doing that,” he huffs.
“Doing what?”
“Being all… self-deprecating. I said I wanted to have sex with you. I’m here, aren’t I?”
“I just don’t understand why you’ve changed your mind all of a sudden. Everyone knows you’re not exactly a huge fan of me.”
He sighs with frustration and bites his jaw. “Look. I know I've been a dick, but I… trust you. Even if we didn’t get along before. I'm trying here.”
“I just wanna be sure that you want this–”
He cuts you off. “If you keep being stubborn, I’ll kiss you.”
You exhale a snort. “What a gentleman, announcing it first.”
He rolls his eyes and takes your jaw in his hand gently. Your heart swoops, beating an ugly rhythm in your chest when you think about him manhandling you. His hands are so big.
Your eyes flutter closed as he kisses you hesitantly. You can taste his lack of experience, but you don’t sense any nerves from him. If anything, you’re the one with your face on fire. You tease his mouth with the softness of your tongue, and he makes a noise you’ve never heard him make before.
You’re halfway on his lap, already feeling the half-hard outline of his cock. His breath hitches at the slightest pressure of your body on top of his.
Megumi has always found it difficult to desire anything. When it comes to you, he thinks he shouldn’t be guilty, what with your obvious attraction to him and bold flirting. Still, he’d be an emotional brick wall to you in the past, just to fist his cock at night at the thought of pressing his face to your tits or your mouth licking the seam of his V-line. He’s already had wet dreams about you (though he’d die rather than ever admit it), and so the geyser of his want was about ready to burst if he didn’t come to you.
You sigh into his mouth, and a wave of heat flows through his muscles. He’s been kissing you for what, three minutes? Five? Yet his dick is starting to throb in his pants already. It gets worse when you find the confidence to playfully nip at his bottom lip, which forces a whimper out of him.
"That was a good sound," you breathe.
"Shut up," he hisses, chasing the seam of your mouth again, matching your enthusiasm. His hands stay on your waist, squeezing, as if there were an invisible line on your ribcage that he was mentally trying not to cross. You put your hand over his and slide it upward. You feel the stutter of his breath against your mouth.
"You can touch."
"I— I know," he mumbles.
"Here. Take my shirt off." You guide his hands to the front of your uniform and notice his fingers shake. He acquiesces after a beat, nimbly undressing you, trying not to choke at the sight of your lace bra.
You pull at the hem of his shirt, and he lets you peel it off of him. His blush reaches down to his collarbone.
"Stop— staring," he huffs.
"You have a crazy sleeper build, y'know."
"What?"
"Like, I know Itadori's huge, but you usually look leaner in your uniform—"
He shakes his head with irritation. "Don't mention that idiot when I'm about to fuck you."
"Right." Your hand smooths over his thigh, eyes raking over the obvious bulge. You don't want to be too presumptuous by unzipping his pants, but you find your mouth watering at the thought of sucking him off.
"Do you want a blowjob?" you blurt out. His eyes widen.
"I— I mean, yeah, but what if I cum?"
"You can just get hard again. Or we can stop. Whatever you want."
"Jesus. Can we just… kiss some more first?"
You nod, leaning in and making him wince. You give him a soft smile before caressing his cheek and closing the distance. He takes your lead, hesitant still in his movements until he feels your hands in his hair. It makes his brain fuzzy, the way you're touching him, the way your mouth feels. Your tongue against his. He realizes he doesn't know where to put his hands, so he notes your earlier encouragement and squeezes your left breast through your bra. The little whimper you let out just from that makes his head spin.
You're so lost in him that your hands move where they naturally want to. You play with the zipper of his slacks, and to your surprise, he doesn't protest. You unzip him and palm his cock through his boxer briefs. He groans, eyes fluttering as he tries to focus on kissing you, but his dick twitches the moment your fingers reach underneath and wrap around his base.
You'll probably say something stupid like, you're really hard. It takes you about three seconds, and his gruff, breathy chuckle turns into a low moan.
"Feels good?"
"Mhm. Hold on." He breaks the kiss to push down his pants completely, then glances at your skirt. You start to unzip it before he stops you with a palm to your wrist.
"Wait— uh… keep it on."
You give him a funny look, clearly biting back a retort, but you decide to leave it. Megumi takes the moment to gain a little control, crawling over to your body as it lies back automatically. You keen so easily to him. Teeth and tongue to your neck and you're mewling like a kitten. It lights his insides on fire.
If you're reacting this way just from kissing your neck and a little groping, how will he sound when he fucks you? Wait, no. He might actually cum just from the thought.
Your noises goad him on. It feels so lewd to mold you in his hands like this when it's his first time. In your intrusive thoughts about Megumi, you'd assumed that he would be a little mean, maybe possess the cunning stealth of a panther — the same way he fights. It's nearly tender the way he handles you now, equally erotic when he unclips your bra and immediately leans down to lave his tongue on your pert nipple.
"Oh,"
Megumi hums in response, busy as he sucks on your tits while his hands flip your skirt up. He nearly gasps when his fingers reach the edge of your underwear. You're wet — wetter than he expected, considering how quiet you're trying to be. You whine and buck your hips, chasing his hand.
"S'okay," you whisper. "Take them off."
He sits up. The sight of you flushed and naked save for your uniform skirt makes all the blood swell to his cock. He wishes he could take a picture.
Swallowing, he slides your panties down your legs, mesmerized by the strings of your arousal. You were wet because of him.
He parts your folds curiously, licking his lips as he circles your clit. You gasp.
"Good?" He raises a brow.
"Yeah— that's— mmm.."
He works a finger into you without resistance and watches your face scrunch up in pleasure. Fuck, you are so unbelievably wet. Your arousal glistens all around your pussy. He wants to taste it.
He can't help but kneel until he's right up to your cunt.
"Megumi? What are— ohh, fuck—"
He licks a stripe up your cunt and suckles on your clit gently, eyes blown out as he watches your reaction. You squirm as if you're running away, so he holds down your thighs in a vice grip. You taste both musky and sweet, he notices. He eats you with desperation.
"That feels so fucking good," you gasp, pulling at his messy hair. "Fuck—"
There's something so primal in Megumi's sudden desire to make you cum. He hooks two fingers deep in your cunt, hitting something wet and warm and spongy. He can feel your pussy clench, watches your spine arch slightly as you moan unabashedly.
"Shit, you're gonna make me cum," you whine.
"Then cum."
Your body convulses into orgasm beautifully. He's watched porn, of course, but watching you orgasm is the most intimate thing he's ever experienced. He wants to see it over and over again, the sight of you coming undone just from his mouth and his touch, so he doesn't let up. Laps you up like an eager dog until you're panting and nearly kicking at his shoulders.
"Megumiiii," you whimper. "Stop it—"
"Sorry," he mutters, lifting his head. His mouth is wet with your slick. "You look pretty like that."
"How the fuck did you—" He cuts you off with a kiss. It's wet and messy, surprising you. You moan as you taste your essence from his tongue and feel him hump into your cunt, the wetness of his boxers making you think that he's possibly cum himself. Your little whimpers while he makes out with you are so fucking cute. He can't recall a time when he ever thought you were cute.
"Hnn, stop distracting me. Are you seriously a virgin?" you pout once he moves on to suck on your pulse.
"Yes," he laughs. "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."
"Ugh." Just like Gojo, Megumi seemed to be good at everything he tried.
"You can't be complaining when I just made you cum."
"M'not," you whine. "Take my skirt off. Please. Jesus, you're big."
"You haven't even seen it yet."
You blush furiously. "I'm talking about in general!" you hiss. You sit up and slide your skirt off yourself, leaving you naked. "Well?"
He gives you a cocky smirk. "Well, what?"
"Your turn."
He rolls his eyes and takes off his boxers. His cock springs up, hard and thick with a bead of precum at the tip. You blink at him in disbelief. It seems impossibly big considering how lanky he is, but then again, he'd bulked up since the last time you saw him shirtless at the beach with everyone on holiday. Even then, you'd seen a glimpse of an outline from wet swim shorts and his dick wasn't nearly as big. Was it? It doesn't matter, because you definitely were not looking on purpose—
"How do you want it?"
You look up at his face. "…How do you want it? It's your first time."
"I wasn't exactly planning out what positions — why do you look scared?"
"Because it's been a while," you mutter, squeezing your thighs together. "You—you're big, okay? Like, actually."
"You can take it," he murmurs, his voice low. It almost sounds like dirty talk, the way he says it. Your cunt clenches around nothing.
He kisses your shoulder. "Lie down."
You oblige, letting him settle in between your legs. You have no problem with missionary, can't blame him for turning to this instinctually, but he's so close that you worry he can feel your rabbit pulse singing through your skin.
He looks down to where your bodies meet. The head of him humping against your wet little cunt. He mumbles something you can't understand.
"What?"
"Condom… do you have a condom?"
"No."
His expression is incredulous. It almost makes you laugh.
"I haven't had sex in a while. I told you. Shouldn't you have brought one since you were on a mission to—"
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he huffs. "Didn't think about it."
Megumi bites his lip, almost hearing Gojo's speech about safe sex that he'd heard when he was fifteen and remembering how much he wanted to die at the time. He couldn't think about it for too long or else he'd get soft.
"Is it okay if—"
"Yes."
His cock throbs at the idea of being inside you without any barriers. Before he lets his instincts dip into the anxious parts of his brain, he pushes inside you.
Your warmth envelops him completely. The feeling is indescribable — his cock is only halfway in, but he immediately understands why guys his age are Like That now. He inches in a bit more, biting his lip harshly to keep composure.
"You okay?" you murmur.
"Yeah. Yes. Just give me a second." He exhales as he bottoms out, trying to think of his schedule and summer plans and mission reports so he doesn't fucking come on the first thrust inside you. His train of thought completely blanks when he hears the noise you make.
"Oh—"
"Is it good?" Megumi rasps out. There's a death grip on your hips from his hands.
"Mhm… good," you breathe. "Really good… you can move."
"You sure?"
"Yes," you whimper. You've never had anyone else make you feel so full.
"You look like you're in pain."
"I'm… I'm not—"
"You look like it! I don't wanna hurt you—"
"I told you you're big! Fuck, please move."
"Dunno know if I can move," he mumbles. "S'like you're squeezing me—"
You whine his name, and Megumi thinks that something inside his body immolates into flames. He grunts, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he grinds his cock deeper into you. It feels like he's carving into you, the gummy plush of your cunt molding to his shape from the way he desperately stretches it with his girth.
"Jesus fuck," he strains. "You're really fucking tight."
"Is that good?"
"S'too good," he grits, blushing. He hides himself in your hair so you don't see.
Every thrust knocks the air out of your legs despite how slow he's going. You wonder briefly what it'd feel like if he decided to be cruel.
"You can go faster," you whisper absentmindedly, dazed as he fucks you. He mouths at your collarbone and squeezes your breast as he tries to ground himself.
Megumi can't even begin to describe how it feels to be inside you. There are no words, only the rush of dopamine to the brain, worsened by him lifting to see the fucked-out expression on your face that he knows he's the sole cause of. He sets a steady tempo as he holds onto your hips, building up the pressure the same way he'd fingered you before, already memorizing all the tells of your body.
He's still going too slow for your liking, but you can tell it's because he's trying to hold himself back. Your pussy seems to tighten with each thrust he makes, his confidence growing as he lifts your right leg to bury himself deeper. You whimper at the wet squelch of your bodies meeting, the roughness of him driving into you making your insides melt.
"Ah, fuck—" he groans, rutting into you.
God, it's so humiliating to make all these lewd noises. He usually feels shame when he touches himself at the thought of you, so how can he bear to even be inside you right now? Exposed in nakedness, the rawness of his desire displayed all over his roseate cheeks and the rapacity of his hips against yours.
He kisses you hard, wanting to drown in you. He feels doped up in his desire. His attraction to you would scare him if he were anywhere other than inside you, but he can't help but be determined to wring out every noise he can from you. It feels like being drunk for the first time. It almost scares him, this feeling. Megumi thought it'd be a quick fuck, something to satisfy both of you from mutual pleasure and understanding, and then he'd never have to think about you naked again. He doesn't know how long he's been inside you, but he suddenly realizes he'd be content with never leaving.
"So fucking wet… wanna make you cum again," he mutters through his thrusts. He didn't realize how difficult it would be to control himself, to keep himself from fucking you messily with the sort of urgency he had never felt before, not even when he was boyishly horny and desperate in the privacy of his bedroom.
He looks down and sees the bliss on your face — fucked out, blooming like an open rose. Skin like morning dew. He'd always liked your mouth, even when whatever came out of it was annoyingly spritish. He was used to you talking back. Briefly, he thinks about his cock shutting you up, head past your carmine lips. That'd have to be for another day.
"Oh, fuck," you moan out. The sounds you're making are so wildly pornographic to his ears that he has half the mind to cover your mouth entirely. Instead, he hooks a thumb into your cheek, watches you lave over it obediently. Good girl, he thinks. Would you like that, to be called that? Would you be as good for him as his demon dogs?
"Megumi," you whimper softly.
"Mm,"
"Do you like it," you breathe. "Thought about me like this?"
"Yes," he grunts, burying his face into your shoulder, too embarrassed to admit his desire.
"When did you start?"
"God, shut up," he moans, the tight coil in his lower stomach making his cock throb inside you. "A-always. The first time we sparred."
You remember that day. He'd been stronger and beat you, but you didn't back down. You could tell from his face that your defiance made something in him tick.
You guide his face to yours again to lick the corner of his mouth. He moans, bites his lip in an attempt to suppress his noises. His hands squeeze your waist to anchor himself, whole body shaking through the rush of warmth as your pussy clenches around him.
"Oh, God, don't —"
"S'okay, baby," you coo. "Cum when you want."
"No," Megumi huffs. "Want you to — ah —"
He straightens a bit and bends your legs toward him, ankle to his shoulder. You gasp. He's so impossibly deep, cock twitching inside as he plunges into the space you could never reach yourself.
"Knew you'd be good," you babble. "You're so pretty, Megumi. Fuck, you feel so good… I'm close—"
"Yeah? You want it?" he rasps, thrusting even faster, his lungs shaking.
"Mmhmm.. wanna cum, keep going, please,"
He circles the swollen pearl of your clit with his thumb as he fucks you rougher. Your moans hiccup into breathless gasps. He can feel your cunt tightening, making him curse.
"Ah — I'm cumming," you whine, voice girlishly pitched. He doesn't stop, pumping into you uncontrollably, wanting to stay seated inside you forever. He wants you to cum again and again, but the weight of your orgasm squeezes his own cock with euphoric pleasure.
"Shit—" he groans, voice raw. His mouth is slack as he pulls out and spills over your stomach with quick strokes. Body electric. The sight of his cum all over you makes his heart feel faint for a millisecond. He blushes violently when he sees your small smile, completely unperturbed by the stickiness on your tummy.
He takes a large breath. You're nearly grinning now.
"Hey, Megs."
"What?" He narrows his eyes and gives you a withering look.
"Congratulations—"
"Don't,"
He covers his face, and it makes you laugh.
"Well? How was that for your first time?"
"You're never going to let me live this down."
"It's not every day Megumi Fushiguro strolls into my room and makes me cum two—"
His palm covers your mouth immediately. He thinks maybe he should shove his fingers in there for good measure, but that thought makes his cock stir again. He settles for cleaning you up with some tissues by the nightstand, pecking your jaw in the process, which surprises himself. He collapses onto the mattress beside you while you play with his hair.
"It was good, though?"
"What do you think?" he scoffs.
"A little praise could be warranted."
"You don't need my praise."
"That's what you think," you murmur, nuzzling his shoulder. His heart skips a beat.
"You're… really good," he says carefully. "Better than I thought."
You hum, and take his hand into yours. For some reason, he lets you. The odd ache in his chest is soothed by the weight of you half on top of him and the feeling of your warm breath against his neck.
He's deeply content and on the verge of sleep when you stir again. His eyes open.
"…Round two in the shower?" you ask shyly.
He blinks.
"…Yeah."