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Megumi didn’t... date.
He's tried! He really did! He just discovered that the whole dating thing wasn't really for him. He was sick of meeting new people just to realise their personality and lifestyle do not fit his own after all. Or, even worse, if they were but another thing wasn't.
Call Megumi picky, but he was very selective about his partners. He wanted someone who could keep him on his toes, someone who loved him dearly, someone who could cook and fuck him right. He quickly learned you could only have one of those things, maybe two, but never in combination with the last one.
Maybe he was a slut, but for that reason he simply decided not to date, but to use the dating app he was on for his hook-ups. Because fate had it Megumi was into men that were neither kind nor did they stay long enough to cook a breakfast for him in the morning, but at least their dick game was good. Very good. Megumi chose his bedding partners well. He looked for people that were flirty over chat, that teased him, told him what they liked, what they would like to do to him and if it matched, they'd meet up. The men were dominant, assertive, sometimes disrespectful, only ever wanting one thing. Which was good, because Megumi had rules: No meeting more than twice, no dates, no virgins.
Well, it was safe to say that Yuuji Itadori broke every one of those rules.
Megumi didn't intend for it to happen. He simply swiped away and thought the man looked good. A decent amount of muscles. A nice face, even though he looked a bit boyish. He seemed to be the physical type, posting gym pics and making a few typos here and there that implied he wasn't the sharpest or the most attentive. He stated that he was looking for something long term. Megumi swiped right anyway.
He was getting kind of tired of it, honestly. Hooking up. Meaningless conversation, even more meaningless sex. He's had his fill and maybe, just maybe, he wanted to try again, wanted to settle. So, he gave Yuuji a chance, just to see where it went. It went nothing like Megumi expected.
First of all, they chatted, a lot. Daily, actually, for a whole two weeks. Usually, he and the guys he hooked up with exchanged about ten messages on average before finding a time and location to get down to business. Yuuji was different, which made sense. His profile had told Megumi as much. He was not prepared for their conversations though. Yuuji was curious and not shallow at all. He asked about Megumi's dogs, about his studies, told him he volunteered at an animal shelter on the weekends and worked on the weekdays, early hours in a coffee shop for now.
He asked about Megumi's favourite flowers and when they finally met up for the first time, he brought a bouquet of them. Megumi blushed at that. He was visibly flustered at such an attentive and romantic gesture. Yuuji had picked his favourites, he even made up a route for them to walk Megumi's dogs and he brought Megumi a coffee. They chatted, laughed, even held hands by the end of it before they split and went home.
Something as small as this should not impress Megumi much, but it did, simply because Yuuji cared. The bar really was on the floor, wasn't it? And Yuuji picked it right up for him, setting it too high for any man to ever get over it again. Megumi agreed to a second date because Yuuji was charming, tall and good looking. Also because he was the first genuine nice person who was ever interested in Megumi.
For their second date, Yuuji cooked for them. He came over to Megumi's place, greeting the dogs first (a green flag) and Megumi second before making himself a home in Megumi's kitchen. He insisted he would cook while Megumi drank the wine he'd chosen - dry red wine, the one Megumi told him on his first date he liked so much. He knew Yuuji didn't drink, so he found it all the more attentive.
The evening was nice - dinner was great, they got to know each other better and there was a... spark. Megumi clearly felt it and he knew Yuuji did too. It felt only natural to send him home with a kiss on the cheek. The blush Yuujji wore once he saw himself out was beyond cute.
Over the next few dates and the span of almost a month, Megumi learned that Yuuji had everything he could ever dream of. He was funny, wasn't scared to talk back to Megumi, but he also liked to tease him, and matched his sarcasm when necessary. He was nice and attentive and just so, so sweet. A good kisser as well, Megumi found out on their fifth date. He quickly figured out what Megumi liked and what he didn't like and he definitely had a nice big biceps to lean on. There was just one thing.
Yuuji was a virgin.
Nobody could check all the boxes. Megumi knew that, it was fine. But once Yuuji mentioned it, in the middle of a make out session on Megumi's couch, when Megumi reached down to cup his very promising sized hard dick through his shorts, that he never had sex before... Megumi couldn't help but feel slight disappointment. Of course. Of course there had to be something.
Virgins were a hassle that wasn't worth it in Megumi's book, that's why he didn't like them. If you've got a one night stand, you'd rather have a good one, no? So he never bothered to hook up with virgins just to go through hours of prepping just to not be able to cum in the end. For Yuuji though... For Yuuji, he wanted to make an exception. Because Yuuji was different from anybody else. They have been dating for two months and Megumi never wanted anything as much as he wanted to be with Yuuji. Fully. So Megumi found himself willing to overlook it. To teach, so that eventually, it would be good. He tried to accept that their first time together would probably be over quickly and he told Yuuji that he'd understand and that it would be fine. Yuuji had blushed at that, but promised he'd try and make it good for Megumi. Megumi had only smiled, trying to keep his calm facade. On the inside, he was screaming.
What if he hated it? What if it wouldn't ever be good? He was so scared sleeping with Yuuji would ruin it all because now that they have come so close, he actually liked the other man. Megumi was simply uncertain because Yuuji was... Yuuji. Soft and innocent Yuuji who tried to make everything good for Megumi, who was so sensitive and compassionate. What if they wouldn't work out? Sure, he held out quite decently when Megumi gave him a hand job the other day and he definitely had no problem to talk Megumi through riding his thigh and he didn't practically suck (no pun intended) at blowing him, quite the opposite actually. He was a fantastic kisser, but... but. What if? Megumi would soon find out.
He decided that if the mood was right, tonight would be the night. He invited himself over to Yuuji's house for a movie night and had done all the preparations, as far as he could. He planned to stay the night so he brought a bag that held his toothbrush, a fresh pair of underwear (he was set on stealing one of Yuuji's shirts so he didn't need one), two DVDs, his phone charger, condoms and lube. Yes, he came prepared. He didn't know how well equipped Yuuji was and Megumi would rather not have to stop because they lacked a crucial item. Not when Megumi hadn't had sex in three months now. His dry spell was ending tonight.
Apparently, Yuuji and him were on the same page, because the other man had set up the TV in his bedroom and made the bed for them to cuddle on, a little snack board in the middle of the many pillows he put down. Once they finished it, he invited Megumi to cuddle underneath the blanket they shared a few times now. This time around though, Yuuji was the one to let his hands wander first. He was positioned behind Megumi, spooning him so both of them could get a look at the TV lying down on their sides. The weight of one arm wrapped around Megumi's waist was enough to make heat spread in his belly, but when Yuuji moved his hand to rest on his stomach, below his navel, fingers toying with the hem of his shirt, he became restless.
Megumi pushed back into Yuuji's body not even halfway into the movie and found he was already hard. Megumi wasn't any better off. Soft gasps escaped him just from Yuuji's thumb occasionally dipping below the waistband of his boxers. Yeah, he was hard too. It's definitely been a while.
"Come on, touch me."
Yuuji didn't have to be asked twice. He pushed his hand down Megumi's pants and let his fingers wrap around Megumi's dick. Megumi mewled, pushed into the touch, turning his head to find Yuuji's lips awaiting his. And just like that, Megumi melted, the movie completely forgotten. As already mentioned, Yuuji was a good kisser. His lips were soft but he moved them firmly, easily parting Megumi's lips with his and taking what he wanted as he licked into Megumi's mouth.
They have discussed this already - how Megumi liked when Yuuji used his advantage in strength he had on Megumi. At first he was hesitant, but now he pushed Megumi onto his back and pinned him against the mattress like it came to him naturally. So did the moan Megumi let out. Yuuji ate it up with a smile that Megumi could feel against his lips and Megumi couldn't help but smile back, breaking their kiss. He looked up at Yuuji, all soft muscles and dark golden eyes, and bit his lip. Yuuji chuckled.
"You want to do it?"
This. This was the moment. Megumi didn't give him a verbal reply. Instead, he wrapped his legs around Yuuji's hips and pulled him closer while trying to undress the other man as fast as possible. Could anyone blame Megumi for being the overeager one when he had been waiting for this for what felt like forever? His fingers had been useless when it came to stuffing the void inside of him these past months. Megumi had something much better, much bigger in mind. Something that currently poked the back of his thigh as he raised his legs to pull off his pants.
They were both in their underwear now, kissing and touching where they could reach. In Megumi's case, he was pulling at Yuuji's hair and palming at his abs as best as he could while grinding down on the dick he craved so badly. Meanwhile, Yuuji moved his kisses down Megumi's neck. He left a wet trail down Megumi's neck, sucked and bit at the skin lightly, harder when he heard Megumi moan lowly. Yuuji was shaking, from excitement or nerves Megumi didn't know. But he didn't stop.
They almost both came in their pants from rubbing up on one another like this, so Megumi had to stop them before he'd burst. He might be an even bigger mess than Yuuji, his boxers wet, his skin burning up, bangs plastered to his face.
"I need you inside of me."
Yuuji nodded. He looked focused, his eyes never leaving Megumi when he pulled down his boxers for him, leaving Megumi naked in the sheets. And that's when Megumi took the reins. It was mildly annoying, to switch to autopilot because even though Megumi would never admit it, deep down he liked to be pampered and cared for. He rarely lifted a finger to get pleasure, leaving the work to his partners. Right now that wasn't an option. He didn't trust Yuuji to have the needed patience or knowledge, so Megumi would quickly and efficiently do the prepping so they could get to the main event which hopefully wouldn't leave Megumi totally frustrated. Anxiety filled him. Things were going good so far. Yuuji was a little clumsy and nervous but it felt nice. Up until now. What if Megumi didn't like it?
Just when Megumi rolled over and reached for the lube on Yuuji's nightstand (notably half empty), ready to finger himself open so he could take Yuuji's dick, he was interrupted by the other man.
"Can I do it?"
Megumi looked over his shoulder to see Yuuji staring, mesmerized. He wore that curious, but excited look on his face. Megumi crooked a brow at him.
"Are you sure?"
Oh they would be here forever in that case. He may have to talk Yuuji through it. But he wouldn't have to do the work that way... Megumi glanced at Yuuji's fingers. They were nice. Thick, calloused, his nails trimmed and clean. Yuuji nodded.
"I want to do this for you. I read up on it."
Yuuji read up on it ? Still sceptical, Megumi handed Yuuji the bottle of lube and got back on his hands and knees, making himself comfortable on the pillows and arching his back a little more. He could at least play his part and look pretty. Yuuji squeezed a generous amount into his hand and closed the bottle before bringing his fingers down between Megumi's legs. Just when he was about to touch, Megumi stopped him.
"Warm it up on your skin first," he said. Yuuji nodded and rubbed his fingers together, waiting for a moment before proceeding. Megumi forced himself to relax when he felt Yuuji's middle finger circle his rim and he gripped the pillow tighter. There wasn't any more coaxing needed. Just when Megumi was relaxed enough, Yuuji pushed the digit in without needing to be told. Megumi gasped at the intrusion, shuddered at the first drag in and out, in and out as Yuuji slowly fucked him open until his finger was in to the knuckle. He gave an experimental wiggle, then continued after pouring more lube down Megumi's crack. Where did he read up on that specific part?
"You can add another," Megumi said after a while, sounding more breathless than he should. Yuuji leaned over him to place a kiss between his shoulder blades just in time to feel Megumi arch into the touch of the second finger pushing in with a hiss.
"You okay?"
Megumi took a deep breath, then nodded. He simply wasn't prepared for the size of Yuuji's fingers. Or how deep they reached inside. How the stretch burned like it would with three of Megumi's fingers. He could feel his ears heating up as they turned red.
"Y-yes, I'm fine. Keep going."
He thought he'd be more composed. But then again, Megumi didn't expect Yuuji to scissor and thrust his fingers like that, definitely did not see it coming when he crooked them towards his belly and found his prostate on the first try. Not when he kept them pressed against the magical spot that had Megumi's eyes rolling back with a keen.
"Yuuji— oh god!"
The air got stuck in Megumi's throat, his heart beating so fast he could feel it pulse between his legs. His hips moved on their own, bucking as he was trying to get some sweet friction against the mattress, his dick leaking profusely. Yuuji picked up on it, of course he did. He was good at everything physical and apparently making Megumi cum was no different. Yuuji might be a freak at heart, going by how he kept his fingers hooked into Megumi to pull him back, almost making his legs give out.
"Oh? Did you like that?"
Megumi glanced over his shoulder, mouth agape, and met Yuuji's eyes. They were darker somehow, the golden colour burning. Yuuji did not look aloof though. He tilted his head in genuine curiosity and it shouldn't be hot to watch him be clueless but it was . Did he really have no idea what he did to Megumi? Yuuji moved his fingers to massage the spot and Megumi saw him smile before Yuuji made him turn into a puddle on the bed, his legs giving out and sending him straight onto his stomach.
"Yes, yes, don't stop!"
He didn't have to tell Yuuji twice. Megumi rutted against the sheets while thick fingers fucked him open, never missing his prostate. In no time, he was writhing in the sheets, moaning as he got closer and closer to release. He craved it like his lungs craved air. He could taste it on his tongue, felt it in his veins, so close, almost, just—
"I'm gonna— hold up , fuck, gonna cum—"
He almost did burst when he felt Yuuji's weight on his back as he leaned over Megumi, lips brushing against his ear. Megumi clenched his abs, trying to fight it off because Yuuji didn't stop moving yet.
"You don't want to?"
Megumi would be stupid to deny himself. This might be his only chance, but he didn't want to cum on Yuuji's fingers when he knew that he could feel even more satisfied. Call him delusional but he had some faith in his partner. Maybe it was just greed. Definitely all of the above.
"Yes, just- fuck, fuck me already."
Yuuji's fingers stilled, but didn't retrieve them yet. Megumi reached behind himself to palm at his arm. God, was Yuuji always this buff?
"But I haven't stretched you enough yet—"
"I can take it," Megumi said in complete exaggerated opinion of himself. He knew that. Even Yuuji knew and he was supposed to have no idea. Whatever, Megumi would just take the stretch but he could not take it anymore. He hissed when Yuuji pulled out his fingers, suddenly feeling achingly empty. At least he could breathe again.
"I brought condoms, they are in my bag," Megumi said. He made himself comfortable on the bed while he sent Yuuji to get them. He hoped the other man knew how to put it on. Fuck it, Megumi would do it if he had to. He was past being able to get annoyed when he was this aroused. When was the last time that ever happened? Usually he was big on complaining, ordering his one night stands to fuck him right, being bossy and commanding. Now he was out of breath glancing at the man he caught feelings for fish out the box of condoms Megumi purchased just this afternoon. Yuuji took one look at it, then smiled sheepishly.
"I.... don't think those will fit me."
Megumi watched him drop the box, then lean over to his nightstand and pull out a pack wrapped in gold foil. Oh shit. He knew Yuuji was big because Megumi already jerked him off, but it had been dark and he hadn't really looked. Maybe he should have. He should have asked, god damn it. He just went with his usual brand because it was easy and it always worked, but... Thank god Yuuji was prepared. Or should Megumi cuss him out? He didn't know. The only thing he knew was that he stared for way too many seconds as Yuuji tore open the fail and rolled the contraceptive down, down, down his length. Maybe cutting short on the prep was a bad idea.
"Is it like this okay?" Yuuji asked. He positioned himself behind Megumi, gently holding his hips, thumbs tracing his back dimples.
"Yeah," Megumi croaked out, "it’ll be easier this way."
In hindsight, the easiest probably would have been for Megumi to be on top so he could take Yuuji at his own pace, but he knew that only would make him tighter, so he'd have to breathe and pray to the heavens above. He shivered at the feel of Yuuji leaning over him, one hand bracing himself next to Megumi's head, the other guiding his dick to nudge against Megumi's hole.
It took Yuuji a few tries, but then Megumi's breath hitched when Yuuji slipped in. Lips parted, eyes closed, he released a soft moan. Somehow this was always the best part. The first feeling of being breached open and filled, the static filling his brain that would make this short-lived moment worth it no matter what, simply for the rush Megumi experienced right now. He knew it was the same for Yuuji.
"Oh god..."
The grip on Megumi's hips tightened as Yuuji sank in another inch, pulsing hot inside of him. His voice dropped a notch, sounding a little ragged as he panted against Megumi's neck, warm and comforting, making Megumi shudder. It was almost too much. But Megumi could take it, right? He wasn't a virgin, he had experience, he just needed to breathe through the burn that came with too little prep and too big of a dick and— shit. He overestimated himself.
"Yuuji... Wait."
To Yuuji's credit, he stopped moving immediately. He turned his head and stretched so he could kiss Megumi's cheek, his nose brushing a sweaty temple. Megumi inhaled shakily, trying to get used to the burn. How embarrassing.
"Are you okay?" Yuuji asked. Sweet, sweet boy. How could he hold Megumi so tenderly when he was burning up inside? Hell, Megumi could feel him twitch inside. How was he the panting mess when Yuuji was a literal virgin? Had been. Megumi gulped.
"Yeah, you're just... big. Huge, actually. It's... It's a lot."
Admitting it made Megumi turn red in the face. He never had this much trouble taking anyone before. The last time was also his first. How was a virgin making him feel this way?
"Do we need to stop?" Yuuji asked as if Megumi wasn't embarrassed enough already. Like he was the inexperienced one. Megumi took a deep breath and forced himself to relax, going as far as sneaking a hand between his legs and tugging on his dick.
"Keep going."
Megumi almost fell onto the mattress when Yuuji rolled his hips, hadn't it been for the arm wrapping around his middle. Yuuji had the nerve to whisper into his ear to 'relax', and it worked, the hand on Megumi's flank grounding him enough to let Yuuji in until his hips pushed against Megumi's ass, buried all the way inside. Yuuji audibly shuddered.
"You're so warm inside."
Megumi's face burned up at that. Yuuji said it so nonchalantly, like it didn't fuel Megumi's brain in a weird way. He almost found himself asking for confirmation. Yuuji was filling him out in the best way, thick and long, which also meant he was already pressing against Megumi's sweet spot. He didn't have to tell Yuuji to move and Megumi doubted he even could, because on the first thrust, Megumi let out a wavering moan. And that's when Yuuji switched into second gear.
At first, he more so rolled his hips, rocking into Megumi. Once he steadied himself a little, asking whether Megumi was okay, he began fucking him in earnest. And Megumi could barely hold on.
There was no way Yuuji hadn't done this before. Within minutes, Megumi was clutching the sheets, back aching as he tried to escape the overstimulation that came with Yuuji hitting his prostate head on like a machine without needing a break or so much as breaking a sweat. Megumi was sweating though. He could feel it drip down his back, covering his face, hands clammy where they grabbed first the pillow, then helplessly palmed at Yuuji's thigh.
Yuuji fucked him like it was a sport and Megumi was winning. It didn't take long for him to moan Yuuji's name and tell him that he was close, to praise his rhythm and angle, to chant for him not to stop. Yuuji did just that - only fucking him harder, not faster, not changing the angle, low grunts hitting Megumi's ear—
His back arched and he came with a cry, actual tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. Yuuji fucked him through it. Megumi's neck got littered in kisses and Yuuji slowed his thrusts to a stop to be able to really kiss him. Megumi was in heaven. He turned to meet Yuuji halfway, pliantly leaning into the kiss he received, his mind sluggish. Yuuji nibbled at his bottom lip, then pulled back to look him in the eyes, hooded and glazed-over with how fucked out he was.
"Do you need a break?"
Megumi was baffled, panting into the pillows open mouthed, eyes wide. He never came first. Never. And Yuuji, instead of treating it as a finish line, asked whether he needed a break? Oh no, the last thing Megumi needed was a break. He didn't know he woke a sleeping dragon, but now that the beast was unleashed Megumi might be addicted. So despite his insides feeling sore and his skin burning up, he said, "please don't stop."
"Can you turn around?" Yuuji asked and Megumi blinked, until he explained, "I want to see you."
"Okay."
Megumi raised himself onto his elbows but before he could really move, Yuuji already turned him onto his back, effectively manhandling him. Jesus. Megumi had half his mind left to pull his knees towards his chest before Yuuji grabbed his ankles and sunk back in, moaning, staring open mouthed at Megumi throwing his head back.
"You're so beautiful."
If Yuuji's massive cock didn't make his head swim, his words did. Megumi wished he would shut up because his dick was already giving an interested twitch, growing hard again and Megumi yelped. Yuuji could fuck him even deeper like this and being so spread open, seeing the other's fingers wrap around his ankles that easily... Megumi couldn't take it.
"You feel so good, s' good ."
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls, a sound so obscene the neighbours must hear, even over their joined moans. Yuuji was speeding up his movements, losing himself in Megumi clenching around him tight. It was too much.
"Yuuji, fuck, slow down..."
Megumi slurred his words, fingers buried in Yuuji's hair and pulling on pink strands, but Yuuji didn't budge. His grip on Megumi's ankles tightened and he squeezed his eyes shut when he dropped his head onto Megumi's sternum. Throughout it all, he never stopped fucking him.
" 'm sorry! 'S too good, Megumi- hah!"
Yuuji reached down to jerk Megumi's oversensitive dick in tandem with his thrusts. Megumi certainly hadn't taught Yuuji that. Just now did Megumi realise Yuuji's fist was almost able to engulf him completely, only part of the head sticking out. That and the relentless stimulation of his prostate together with Yuuji moaning sweet nothings into his ear sent Megumi over the edge again, spilling into Yuuji's hand with a full body shudder and a broken cry.
Yuuji came as well, his hips stuttering, mouth opening with a moan for a second before he pushed through it and kept fucking Megumi. But he just. Didn't. Stop. Apparently no one ever told Yuuji that after he came, he should pull out because he simply pushed through and god, Megumi was about to die in these sheets, wasn't he? Every drag of Yuuji's still pulsing cock was making him feel delirious. He might pass out. Since when did Megumi feel feverish?
In the middle of it all, Megumi barely able to hold his eyes open, Yuuji leaned down to rest his forehead against Megumi's, his eyes sparkling with greed and his voice husky when he spoke.
"Can you come again?"
Oh fuck.
"Are you sure that was your first time?"
Megumi felt like he was mauled by an animal. There was no part of his neck that wasn't bruised. Yuuji got a little carried away during their third round, but Megumi didn't protest. He actually loved it. His thighs and ankles hurt a bit and he didn't even want to mention his ass. Yuuji spent the better half of the night and morning massaging it while Megumi dozed on his chest and listened to his strong heartbeat.
Yuuji had made him cum two more times, until Megumi was close to passing out. He wiped them down like the gentleman he was and cuddled Megumi, which was a plus. Still, Megumi was annoyed that a virgin had done him like that. It led him to pout at the breakfast table, where he sat with his knees pulled to his chest while he ate the food that was prepared for him, a small solace for his lost dignity. Yuuji laughed.
"Yes, a hundred percent."
Megumi huffed and swallowed the last piece of his third pancake. Yuuji swiftly put a fresh one out of the pan on Megumi's plate, flipping it in the air for show before it landed where it was supposed to go. Show off. Why did that turn Megumi on? He quickly started to eat the next pancake. Yuuji plated the last batch and sat down across from him, eating his share of breakfast as well. He gazed at Megumi almost lovingly, weren't it for his dorky smile. Megumi was weirded out by the stare he received.
"What?"
"So, did I prove myself?" Yuuji asked while putting an entire pancake into his mouth. Megumi sighed inwardly. He was in love with... That. He could feel his heart melt at the sight of Yuuji forcing another pancake down his throat, then chugging down an entire protein shake. Something was deeply wrong with Megumi. And Yuuji too, who in their right mind had a protein shake alongside breakfast??
"You passed the test drive, I'll buy it."
His heart jumped traitorously at Yuuji's softening smile. He put down his shaker and reached over the table to take Megumi's hand.
"I will gladly be yours then!"
Megumi tried not to smile but it was impossible. Yuuji beamed at him like the sun. There was no escape for him now. Needless to say, Megumi really, really liked Yuuji. So one could say he hadn't been truthful. Apparently, Megumi did date.
Just the good ones, he told himself. Yuuji definitely was one of the good ones.