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Megumi likes to think that he and Yuuji are a happy couple.
After a few months into their relationship, Gojo had to ask Megumi if he had any complaints about his relationship with his new boyfriend. Megumi thought about it for a few minutes and said there were no complaints he could think of. Yuuji is the best boyfriend Megumi could ever ask for. Besides the playful bickering, there’s nothing that he would change about their relationship, nothing that bothered him to the point where he’d want to break up with his boyfriend.
However, if there had to be one thing, it would be the sheer amount of time Yuuji puts into playing League of Legends. Megumi can’t even count the instances where he’d ask to call his boyfriend, only to find the other playing a game of ranked with Todo or Junpe. When he’s over at Yuuji’s place, the boy always manages to find a way to sneak in at least one game of League in.
Like right now, Yuuji is still playing League, even with Megumi cockwarming him in his lap. Yuuji had promised Megumi that he’d fuck him when they got home from school, but somehow “after school” had turned into “after my game.” As he waits, half dizzy with pleasure, Megumi cannot do anything but watch as his boyfriend screams at his teammates.
“Bro, what the fuck is our jungler doing?” Yuuji frantically spams his keyboard as he tries to kill the enemy character. “Why would he go in when I pinged that I was out of mana?”
He clicks his tongue as he watches his character die in vain, his computer screen fading to gray. Yuuji’s character won’t be up for another 30 seconds, and all he can do is anxiously bounce his leg up and down, watching his turret fall to the ground.
“Yu-Yuuji—” As much as Megumi thinks how hot Yuuji can be when mad, he’s not sure he can handle Yuuji’s cock thrusting up into his cunt every time he bounces his leg. His voice comes out in a soft whisper. “Stop…”
Yuuji pays no mind to the boy as runs his hands through his hair, leaning back in his chair which causes his cock to drive even deeper. Megumi has to slap a hand over his mouth to stifle the guttural moan he almost lets out. He has his arms wrapped around Yuuji’s neck, his mouth dangerously close to Yuuji’s headset mic.
“Bro this Shaco is actually pissing me off,” There’s a voice coming from the headset, and Megumi thinks it’s Todo—The pleasure from Yuuji’s length grinding directly onto his g-spot makes it so difficult to think about anything else other than how full he feels. “You good? You’ve been silent for a while.”
As he watches Megumi helplessly try to keep quiet, Yuuji can’t help but smile sadistically when he talks to Todo like nothing’s happening. He adjusts his headset in a position where the mic is even closer to Megumi’s face, cooing when the older widens his eyes in protest. “Yea, just a bit tilted. Let’s win so I can report this freak and get him banned off the Japan servers.”
Yuuji hits a button on his keyboard that mutes his mic in his voice call, “Baby, you have to be quiet, I’m on a call with Todo.”
“Yuu please, ‘wanna cum.” Megumi all but cries, grinding down onto him for any sort of friction. He moans a little bit when he feels his clit catch onto Yuuji’s pelvis for a small moment.
Sliding his arms around the other’s waist, Yuuji tsks in disappointment as he pulls the other closer so their chests are flush against each other. He stops Megumi from moving his hips with a harsh grip to his waist. “Be good for me—after my game, okay, love?”
With a pout, Megumi nods. He checks the score of the game, and it doesn’t seem like it's going to end any time soon. Yuuji sees something happen on his screen and he immediately unmutes his mic, “Todo, dude, he’s one HP kill him!”
Megumi closes his eyes to rest a little, wondering how longer Yuuji’s game will go on. He’s spacing out, letting his eyes wander in his mind when suddenly an idea pops up into his head.
There would be no Megumi if he didn't have the incentive to annoy Yuuji.
As if there’s the devil and angel on his shoulders, he seriously contemplates whether he should sit still and be good for his boyfriend, or if he should tease the other until he breaks. Sex has been kind of boring with Yuuji lately… Maybe this was the way to get Yuuji to give all his attention back to Megumi.
Megumi waits for the perfect time—for Yuuji’s character to die, which seems like the 10th time now. His tone makes it painfully obvious that he’s agitated. “I can’t even play the game bro, Hec’s camping my lane!”
He watches in confusion as Megumi gets out of his lap and sinks to his knees onto the floor. His look of confusion wavers into a look of warning, silently messaging the other not to do anything stupid.
“What are you doing?” Yuuji mouths.
Megumi can only shrug as he starts to palm Yuuji’s cock, slowly working his hand to wrap around the base. Teasingly, he moves his hand up and down in painstakingly slow motions, maintaining eye contact with Yuuji the entire time. It’s too dry, and Megumi knows that Yuuji likes his handjobs to be wet and messy.
He spits right on the tip, letting it drip down Yuuji’s length. The glide feels so much better, evident on Yuuji’s face while he bites down hard on his lip. “T-Todo, get me out of this game.”
Yuuji bites his arm, throwing his head back when Megumi swallows him whole, taking him all the way down to the base of his cock. He slowly makes his way back up to the top, then swirling his tongue around Yuuji’s leaking tip, making sure to savor the taste of his precum.
“You taste so good—” Megumi’s not loud enough for the mic to pick up his voice, but loud enough for Yuuji to hear. “—Want to taste you on my tongue.”
Yuuji covers his mic with his hand, and gives Megumi one last verbal warning. “Megumi, you’re seriously going to kill me.”
Megumi shrugs as he hallows his cheeks, bobbing his head. He sinks two fingers into his wet cunt without resistance, humming in delight around Yuuji’s cock. Thrusting his fingers in and out, he tries to reach his g-spot, whining when the tip of his fingers barely scrape it. “Mmmph—”
The older feels so powerful knowing that he has the upperhand. It’s not everyday where he gets the chance to put Yuuji in such a risky situation. His cunt is deliciously wet, juices dripping down his inner thighs as he drags his fingers in and out. He pulls his fingers out to toy with his clit, rolling the bud with his pointer and index fingers.
With a few more drags against his clit, Megumi squirts all over Yuuji’s wooden floors. His moans are muffled by Yuuji’s cock in his mouth, hot and heavy against his tongue.
It seems like Yuuji has long forgotten about the game, now focused on not making any noise that would let his friends know what was going on. Times like this, Yuuji hates how skilled Megumi is with his mouth, knowing exactly what makes him shake in pleasure.
Two taps to Megumi’s cheek is the only warning he gets before Yuuji is cumming down his throat, one hand covering his mouth while the other hand fists at Megumi’s hair. His hips shake as he continues to empty himself, biting down on his hand so hard he swears he tears at the skin. Megumi pulls off with a pop, and he sticks his tongue out to show that he’s swallowed everything.
Miraculously, Yuuji’s team manages to win the game despite him going AFK, and he doesn’t think he’s ever logged out of the game so quickly in his life before.
“I gotta go, see ya.” Yuuji doesn’t wait for Todo to say bye to him before he’s leaving the call, focusing all of his attention on the boy by his feet. “Megumi.”
This is what Megumi was waiting for—To be punished and put in his fucking place. Yuuji’s tone makes the ends of his hairs stand up, and he can’t say that he isn’t a little bit nervous for what he has in store for him. Megumi feigns innocence, tilting his head to an angle while he bats his long eyelashes. “What?”
“You—” He lifts Megumi up, turning him around and bending him over the desk with enough force to manhandle him, but not enough force to the point where it would seriously hurt Megumi. “You wanna act like a possessive brat, baby, hm?”
Yuuji yanks his uniform tie loose, running a hand through his sweaty hair. Pushing away his keyboard, he shoves Megumi’s head onto his desk with a fist full of his black locks, holding his head firm on the table. “I only asked you to be good, and you can’t even do one simple thing.”
Lining up his cock to Megumi’s wet cunt, he pushes in without any warning, burying himself to the hilt. Megumi’s mouth opens and falls into a wail, screwing his eyes shut. “O-Oh fuck! ”
The pressure is so so good, Yuuji’s tip kissing the entrance to his womb. Yuuji pulls his cock out, annoyingly slow, sliding out until just the head is inside, thrusting back in without any mercy. He doesn’t give Megumi any time to adjust, splitting him open on his cock as Megumi sobs and clenches around him. He’s driving his hips forward in fast motions, slamming into Megumi’s g-spot directly.
The way Yuuji fucks into Megumi is a reflection of his attitude, teasing him in torturously slow motions before fucking back into him roughly. Megumi’s mind is spinning, and it can’t keep up with how rough Yuuji is treating him. All he can do is cry as he grabs onto the edges of the desk, letting Yuuji do whatever he wants with him. The slide of his cock against the edges of Megumi’s walls feels incredibly smooth, even with how tight Megumi’s cunt is sucking him up.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Yuuji grits out. “So tight but so wet for me.”
Megumi can’t find it in himself to feel any shame when he hears the wet sounds coming from his pussy. His body is slack against the table, garbled ahh’s and curses tumbling out from the back of his throat. He’s shaking in pure pleasure, squealing when Yuuji reaches down to pinch at his clit. He’s so close, just a little bit more. “Umh…Don’t stop!”
“I couldn’t quite hear that—” Yuuji hums like he’s in thought. “You want me to stop?” He pauses his hips, and starts to pull out, hissing at the slow drag of his cock against Megumi’s walls.
A pitiful sob escapes Megumi’s throat, head shaking frantically, clenching around Yuuji’s length in a weak attempt to get him to stay. He’s mindlessly moving his hips back, but Yuuji’s hands hold him still. “No, no, no, please—”
“You know, what you did today wasn’t very nice.” Yuuji’s tone is low, lower than ever, and he chuckles when he sees Megumi’s body visibly shiver. All he can do is cry as Yuuji pulls out completely, hard-on slapping against his chest. “There are few things you can do today to make it up to me.”
Yuuji closes Megumi’s thighs together. Megumi moans as he feels the head breach the space between his thighs. “I’ll do a-anything—please let me cum.”
“I’ll let you cum when I tell you to—” Yuuji’s rocking his hips back and forth, groaning at the softness of Megumi’s thighs. He slides his cock just so the length is gliding against his cunt, but not into his cunt, where Megumi wants it. “Just be good for me.”
He will be good, he wants to be good for Yuuji. He nods his head pathetically, wiggling his hips in an attempt for Yuuji to quit messing around and just fuck him already. Yuuji tuts, keeping his hips still. “I will say—Your thighs feel so fucking good. I should get off just with your thighs.”
Megumi lets out a high pitched whine. He wants Yuuji’s fat cock back into his pussy, and he wants it right now.
“I’m just kidding…” Yuuji shushes him, dragging his cock against Megumi’s clit before guiding it back to his cunt. He can only whimper as he feels Yuuji push back into him agonizingly slow. If he knew how much of an asshole Yuuji would be today after his stunt, he wouldn’t have pulled off the stunt at all.
It seems like Yuuji’s had enough teasing too, with the way he starts to pick up a brutal pace. He’s simply using Megumi as a hole to chase his own pleasure, each thrust to his cunt pulling out a pretty whine or sob.
He presses back into Megumi’s heat, somehow still so tight around his cock. Megumi moans obscenely, all he can focus on right now is the way Yuuji is stretching him out on his cock so well. The grip Yuuji has on his waist is so rough he’s sure he'll be left with finger shaped bruises. An ache finds its way into Megumi's lower back, and he briefly thinks about how sore he'll be in the morning when Yuuji pounds his cunt red, pulling out punched little whines.
“Y-Yuu— too much,” Megumi moans shakily, tears staining his cheeks. “Please, n-need it, please.”
A slap to his ass is all he gets, Yuuji’s handprint blooming in a bright red color against his soft skin. “I thought I told you to be good.” Yuuji sighs. “I don’t remember asking you to speak, so shut up and take it like a good girl, yeah?”
One of Yuuji’s hands makes its way from Megumi’s waist all the way down to his cunt, pinching playfully at his clit. As Yuuji continues to pinch and pull the nub between his fingers, Megumi thrashes against the desk, waves of overwhelming pleasure spreading throughout his core. It takes everything in him to not cum right then and there, crying as Yuuji continues to play with his clit roughly without any mercy.
“You’re so good,” Yuuji’s releasing a string of praises as he begins to fuck into Megumi’s cunt with sloppy motions. Megumi knows that his boyfriend is close with how messy his thrusts become, so he clenches around his cock, hoping to get him to finish faster. The faster Yuuji cums, the faster he gets to cum as well. “So fucking pretty for me, my pretty boy.”
He pulls out of Megumi for one second, pushing him down onto the bed behind them. Yuuji likes this position better, he gets to look at Megumi’s fucked out face as he finishes.
A few thrusts later, and Yuuji sheathes himself all the way inside, the head of his cock grazing Megumi’s g-spot as he spills everything into his womb. Yuuji rides out his orgasm with shallow thrusts, and Megumi cries when he feels the warm cum shoot against the walls of his pussy.
“Please, please, please,” Megumi blubbers, “I need it so bad, let me cum please—” He’s so lovely. Yuuji will never be able to get over how Megumi becomes once he’s had a cock inside of him. “Yuu please , please I’ve been so good please —”
Yuuji pulls out, watching in awe as cum trickles out of his pussy. He drops to his knees on the side of the bed, pulling Megumi towards him so his ass is sticking off the mattress. Megumi doesn't even see it coming, and suddenly Yuuji’s burying his face in between his thighs.
“Oh my god—!” Megumi cries out. His hands are scrambling to find a hold onto Yuuji’s hair as the younger uses his hot tongue to lick his own cum from Megumi’s pussy. Like a starved hungry man, Yuuji’s licking in between his folds and sucking on his clit. “Can’t hold it—”
The mouth on his cunt is gone. “You can and you will .”
“So pretty.” He’s peppering kisses across Megumi’s pelvis area when he stops back at his cunt, planting a wet kiss right in the center.
Megumi’s shaking his head, a blush spreading across his chest as he flushes from the praise. “No…”
His back arches into a bow, and Megumi’s clamping his thighs shut. He makes a failed attempt to push Yuuji away, but the latter is relentless. Yuuji’s pulling his thighs apart, pinning them down to the bed with his sheer strength. His tongue is eager as he continues to lick at the other’s leaking cunt as he pleases, ignoring the way Megumi’s shaking in his hold.
“Yuu— ungh! ” He’s waiting for permission to cum, trembling violently when Yuuji starts to speed up. Yuuji sucks on his clit, savoring the taste of Megumi’s juices on his tongue. “Please, I—”
Megumi breaks off into a sob, releasing sounds that are so needy and wanton, his moans sounding like they’re straight out of some shitty porn video. He sniffles, eyes stained with tears, and he can barely handle the onslaught of pleasure.
Yuuji decides that he’s had enough fun, and chooses to take pity on the poor boy. “Cum for me.”
As soon as he’s given permission, Megumi squirts into Yuuji’s hungry mouth with one final bite to his clit. Yuuji doesn’t stop his mouth even after the other cums, lapping at his folds.
“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you—” He’s babbling, and Yuuji smiles into his cunt—he thinks Megumi is so cute even in the given situation.
Yuuji finally pulls away after Megumi’s sobbing from overstimulation, landing a punch to the other’s head with a weak attempt. Megumi’s sinks onto the mattress, boneless and hazy as he closes his eyes to rest.
“Good job baby,” Yuuji’s stroking his hair with soft motions. “So good for me today, thank you, princess.”
Megumi lets out a pleased hum. He’s fully sated and happy after a good orgasm, and wants to do nothing more than to cuddle sleep with his boyfriend.
“Megumi.” Opening one eye, he catches Yuuji staring at his pussy. He flushes and covers himself with both hands. “You got another one in you?”
He yelps as Megumi kicks him in the stomach.