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Fushiguro Megumi wasn’t a very talkative person.
He sticks to the people he likes, hardly ever talking to someone he doesn’t know. Even then, he’s always the quietest person in the room, perfectly happy to listen to Yuuji talk about his day or his manga or whatever else Yuuji won’t shut up about.
Despite all this, however, Yuuji discovered a quirk about Megumi that he can’t say he’s very upset about.
Megumi loves to talk in the bedroom.
Which is how Yuuji finds himself on his knees between Megumi’s legs as he sits at his desk chair, mouth full, listening to Megumi groan and say, “Finally putting that pretty mouth to good use.”
Yuuji whines. He can’t help himself. He breathes in through his nose and sinks himself down, taking Megumi deeper.
“Well, aren’t you eager?” Megumi notes, his voice bordering on teasing. He runs his fingers through Yuuji’s hair, scratching at his scalp in a heavenly way. Yuuji moans around his dick. “Fuck,” Megumi curses.
Yuuji bobs his head, leaning up until just the tip is in his mouth, sucking gently, before sinking back down again. “That’s good, baby,” Megumi says. Yuuji hums at the praise. “You’re fucking good at this. Look at that perfect fucking mouth.” He drives his point home by raising his hips just a little, pushing his cock just that much deeper in Yuuji’s mouth. Yuuji swallows around him. “Perfect fucking baby.”
Yuuji pulls all the way off with a pop, gasping, “ Megumi .” His voice is hoarse, and he’s panting for breath. Megumi’s hand tightens in his hair.
“You like sucking my cock?” Megumi asks, pulling Yuuji by the hair back close. Yuuji pants onto the head, going almost cross eyed trying to see it. He tries to nod, but the hand in his hair won’t let him, pulling a surprised gasp from his throat. “Use your words, baby,” Megumi says.
Yuuji swallows hard. “Yeah, yes,” he says, his whole body burning with embarrassment.
Yuuji watches as Megumi takes his cock into his hand, laying it gently on Yuuji’s awaiting tongue. His lips close around the head, sucking and lapping there, relishing in Megumi’s long moan.
“Fuck, yeah, you do,” he mutters, slowly feeding Yuuji more. “You’re practically gagging for it.”
Yuuji’s whole body pulses with arousal. He wonders distantly if he could come from Megumi’s words alone.
He swallows around Megumi. “Good fucking boy,” Megumi practically purrs, his grip in Yuuji’s hair turning into gentle petting. Yuuji’s body lights up. “God, where did I find myself such a perfect slut?”
Yuuji definitely thinks he could come from his words alone. He squeezes his thighs together, desperate for friction. He lets Megumi push his head down again, taking as much as he can, before pulling Yuuji up and off. Yuuji knows he’s bright red, gasping in air. He can’t imagine what he looks like—probably a mess.
Megumi’s face would make him think otherwise. He’s looking down at Yuuji with hooded eyes through those long, long eyelashes, like he wants to eat Yuuji alive. “Pretty baby,” he says, before smacking Yuuji’s open mouth with his cock. It gets a full body reaction, a surprised moan from Yuuji’s throat, a little jump in his shoulders, and gooseflesh rising everywhere.
It’s humiliating. It’s perfect. Yuuji’s beginning to question a few things about himself.
Megumi does it one more time, almost to prove a point, before feeding Yuuji his cock again, inch by inch. He feels completely and utterly used , and it’s everything he could have ever wanted. He shoves Yuuji all the way down until eyes eyes start to water, heavy tears falling down his face.
He lets Yuuji establish a rhythm, bobbing up and down, looking up at Megumi as he does so. Megumi looks down at him with that same expression that gets Yuuji hot all over, all the while his mouth just keeps running.
“It’s like you were made to do this, goddamn, baby.”
“Sukuna’s fucking vessel, with his mouth stuffed full of my cock.”
And, Yuuji’s favorite: “Pretty fucking boy, crying over my cock. You make me feel so good, sweetheart.”
The closer Megumi gets, the more incoherent he gets, his words turning into curses and moans. He breaks their eye contact to throw his head back, revealing his long neck, flushed red with exertion.
“You’re gonna make me come, sweetheart,” Megumi says, hand finding its way back in Yuuji’s hair. “Want me to make a mess of you?”
Yuuji nods the best he can, making a desperate noise in the back of his throat.
Megumi pulls him off, and Yuuji’s drooling, a heavy web of spit still connecting them. Megumi takes himself into his hand, picking up where Yuuji left off. He strokes himself hard and fast, face burning red, keeping Yuuji still with a vice grip on his hair. “Open wide, baby.”
Yuuji does, opening his mouth as wide as it can go and sticking out his tongue. He squeezes his eyes shut, a few more tears leaking out as Megumi hits his peak. He lets out a loud ah! and Yuuji can feel the first streak of cum across his face. He flushes even redder, if possible.
Megumi milks himself dry, his moans turning to grunts turning to heaving breaths. He lays his now softening dick back on Yuuji’s tongue, and Yuuji can’t help but give it a suck. Megumi jumps a little, barking out a surprised laugh.
Yuuji probably looks a total mess. He’s red as a lobster, panting for breath, covered in his own sweat, drool, and tears and Megumi’s cum.
“You’re so beautiful,” Megumi says otherwise, gently rubbing Yuuji’s cheek. “We should make a porno next time.”
Yuuji can’t help but smile, eyes still squeezed shut as Megumi wipes his face with a discarded shirt. Yuuji carefully blinks his eyes open, and is met with Megumi’s face. He’s all soft around the edges, looking blissfully fucked and completely smitten. Yuuji’s stomach coils, a combination of lust and total admiration. “C’mere, baby,” Megumi says, pulling Yuuji into his lap. “Kiss me.”
So Yuuji does, clambering into Megumi’s lap, letting Megumi pull him in with a hand at the nape of his neck, kissing him senseless. Yuuji can’t help himself, grinding against Megumi’s solid thigh. Megumi lets him, guiding his hips to continue the motion, and Yuuji moans into his mouth.
Yuuji pulls away for air. “Need you,” he pants, humping Megumi’s leg. “Fuck, ‘gumi, need you.”
Megumi manhandles him, picking him up and discarding him on his desk, knocking something they can worry about later off it. Megumi stands between Yuuji’s spread legs, shucking off his pants and his drenched briefs. He leans into Yuuji, touching foreheads and breathing each other's air as he reaches down between Yuuji’s thighs. “Baby, you’re soaking wet.”
Yuuji whines, looking down at himself. His cock is bright red and rock hard, practically begging for attention, and Megumi’s fingers push past slick to sink into his hole. Yuuji shudders, clinging to Megumi’s shoulders as he hooks his fingers, rubbing against that spongy spot inside.
He humps Megumi’s hand, his cock rubbing against Megumi’s palm, and he works a third finger in. Megumi kisses him, open mouthed and hot, his tongue licking the roof of Yuuji’s mouth possessively.
Yuuji’s fucking done for. His whole body trembles as his orgasm washes over him, moaning into Megumi’s mouth. Megumi fucks him right through it, his fingers never letting up until Yuuji’s hissing with overstimulation.
Megumi pulls away, his lips swollen from kissing Yuuji. “Open,” he says, and Yuuji’s confused about what he means before he sees Megumi offer him his soaking fingers. His cock jumps. Fuck, Megumi’s gonna kill him.
He lets Megumi pet his tongue with his own cum, sucking on his fingers for good measure. “Good boy,” Megumi purrs, and Yuuji sighs. He replaces his fingers with his lips again, licking into Yuuji’s mouth, and his arms coming around Yuuji, holding him tightly.
Yuuji rests his head on Megumi’s shoulder, letting Megumi kiss his temple and rub his back and whisper praises.
It takes a good five minutes before Yuuji’s brain feels less like mush, and he mumbles, “Do you watch too much porn or something? How’d you learn to talk like that?”
He doesn’t get an answer, just watches as Megumi’s eyes crinkle as he laughs, and kisses the corner of Yuuji’s own smile.