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He’s so fucking cute—that’s the only thought going through Fushiguro Megumi’s head and it’s not surprising at all considering this is what he thinks about ninety percent of the time.
What he thinks about? How fucking cute and adorable Itadori Yuuji is and how much he wants to have him in his arms where he knows he’ll be safe.
He’s currently staring at the older male who’s sitting down on the floor in his room where he plays with his divine dogs that Megumi had summoned. (Yes, he did it because Yuuji had used puppy dog eyes on him). Megumi feels like he’s in heaven when he hears Yuuji’s bright and cheerful giggles fill his usually mundane and quiet room.
The way Yuuji’s lips stretched into a breathtaking smile had Megumi unconsciously sucking in a harsh breath because he’s that whipped for him.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise to Megumi when he realised he had gained feelings for his best friend. Yuuji was like the sun; bright, beaming and hotter (both metaphorically and physically) than any other star in the solar system. He bulldozed his way through Megumi’s carefully constructed walls that protected his heart from the cruel world he lives in. The pink-haired male did it clumsily, not really caring about taking each brick down carefully—but it was so endearingly Yuuji that Megumi didn’t really have a problem with how he did it.
His walls had been broken and his heart now lay in the rough and scarred hands by Yuuji; albeit unknowingly. Each time the older male smiled at Megumi or complimented him on something, he unknowingly squeezed Megumi’s heart, nearly bursting the poor organ because Yuuji was too bright and nice for him to handle.
But—he wanted to handle him, Megumi wanted to be able to handle everything Yuuji threw at him.
The black-haired male has considered himself somewhat selfish for his whole life, but now? Now he is completely selfish because all he wants is Itadori Yuuji to be his—fuck everyone else, Yuuji is what mattered most to him.
Yes, Megumi was Yuuji’s best friend. Yes, Megumi was the first person Yuuji went to if he needed help. Yes, Megumi had the privilege to run a hand through Yuuji’s hair softly for a few seconds or nudge his shoulder if he was in a slightly less antisocial mood.
Yes, Megumi has more of Itadori Yuuji than others—but he stills wants more.
He wants Yuuji to wrap his arms around him. He wants to kiss Yuuji on his lips and forehead and basically everywhere. He wants to trace Yuuji’s scars and tell him how much he adores him. He wants to see Yuuji in his bed in the morning. He wants to cuddle Yuuji—wants to litter him with kisses and tickles and be the cause of that utterly serotonin filled laugh that swims in his head and ears like a syrupy daze.
Megumi wants Yuuji as his boyfriend, but it hasn’t really happened at all.
“Wait, stop!” Yuuji squeals and the sound makes Megumi’s heart stop for a few seconds at the adorable sound.
He watches with fond eyes as his black dog; Kuro, gently pushes him onto the floor and lies down on him with a wagging tail. Shiro, the white one, lays behind Yuuji’s head as if cushioning him from hitting the hard floor. The dogs are nipping at him playfully, rumbling when he scratches their ears and panting when Yuuji reaches down and plants a sloppy kiss on their fur.
Fuck, Megumi’s ears burn at the sight and he wonders how this sight before him is legal. He’s perfect.
It was a cool day out and Yuuji had invited himself into Megumi’s room uninvited of course. Not like Megumi minded, he was more than grateful to have him in his room but he had to put up his nonchalant and cool facade because his pride is also on the line here.
Though, he doesn’t have that much of a pride when it comes to Yuuji.
Megumi had been reading a book and had returned to scanning it after Yuuji settled on the ground. A subtle smile had pulled on his lips when he noticed out of the corner of his eye how Yuuji was silently sulking at Megumi ignoring him. The younger male knew that Yuuji likes to be preoccupied with something and doing nothing absolutely kills him.
But it was nice to see him vye for Megumi’s attention; a guilty pleasure if you must.
After a few minutes Yuuji had started to whine dramatically about how there was nothing to do; no, Megumi had not stared at the sliver of skin that had shown on his toned stomach when he had thrown himself on the ground. The black-haired male had retorted by saying he should go find something else to do (Megumi had prayed that Yuuji wouldn’t actually do that because being in his presence is so fucking nice).
Yuuji had then said; “But I like spending time with you, Fushiguro! You’re the one I want to be around.”
Megumi’s heart went into overdrive and he almost lost a lung had it not been for Yuuji starting to rant on something they could do.
One thing led to another and Megumi had found himself summoning his divine dogs for Yuuji to play with even though he has protested many times that that is not their purpose— not that it matters because seeing the massive grin on Yuuji’s face made everything worth it.
Which leads them to now, Megumi sitting on his bed having a gay panic while Yuuji adorably plays with his dogs.
I’d do anything to kiss those lips—
“You’re a good boy aren’t you?” Yuuji says to Kuro who barks in his face enthusiastically. He laughs and kisses him again and oh God, Megumi can feel that bitter feeling sinking into him.
He’s jealous of his dogs.
But could anyone blame him? Yuuji; the literal sunshine of his life is sitting in front of him kissing his fucking shadow dogs from his technique when Megumi is sitting right in front of him with very kissable lips that really want to be kissed by the pink-haired male right that moment.
“Fushiguro,” Megumi blinks rapidly when he realised Yuuji has scooted over till he’s nearly sitting down between his spread legs. His hazel eyes are level with his stomach but they’re looking up at them with such softened Megumi feels like he could melt. “What are you thinking about? You look deep in thought.”
You, Megumi thinks as he watches Yuuji press a kiss to Shiro’s ear with a giggle. Just you.
“Lost in thought.” He replies meekly, not able to tear his sight away from Yuuji’s pursed lips as they litter kisses all over Shiro’s head.
“Are you sure?” The rough yet pleasant feeling of Yuuji’s finger tapping on the back of his hand has Megumi gulping. “You’re really quiet. I can leave if you want?”
Megumi snatches Yuuji’s sleeve faster than he can process the action and before he knows it, he’s talking. “No—don’t. I want you...here! I don’t mind you being here is what I’m saying.” He rubs the back of his neck when he sees confusion clad the gorgeous male’s face before him.
He’s fucked it. Megumi knows he’s probably coming across as a creep but he cannot keep his thoughts in control and in his head when Yuuji is mere inches away from his face. It would be so easy to reach down and plant a soft kiss on his lips— stop it Megumi.
To his surprise and relief, Yuuji just smiles up at him and scratches Kuro on his belly—maintaining intense eye contact with Megumi to the point he can see his own reflection in Yuuji’s beautiful ones.
“Oh, okay! I really love spending time with you, Fushiguro,” Megumi watches as Yuuji shyly places another kiss on Shiro's head. “I feel… safe with you and you’re just a really cool guy! So-“
Fuck it.
Megumi has Itadori Yuuji in front of him, rosy cheeks, bright eyes and plump lips that are begging to be kissed. He’s taking his chance and he’s determined to try gain something out of this event.
With a determined gaze, Megumi leans down and presses the softest of kisses to Yuuji’s soft and slightly chapped lips.
It doesn’t last for more than two seconds, Megumi keeps it chaste as he pulls away to see Yuuji’s red face but keeps their faces close together, foreheads almost knocking against each other as they breathe against each other with hot breaths.
Megumi’s heart is thumping erratically and he wants to devour Yuuji right then and there but Yuuji needs to be comfortable. For all Megumi knows, he could have just made Yuuji really uncomfortable and possibly ruined a friendship.
And just as he thinks the worst outcomes are about to come true, Yuuji says one word that breaks all of Megumi’s tattered self control.
“Again.”
Megumi rushes to release his divine dogs and he hears them disappear into the shadows but he doesn’t care. His large hand comes up to cup Yuuji’s rosy and hot cheek, gently stroking it while his other one rests on his neck, gently gripping to push their lips together with more force than the last time.
Yuuji’s head is tilting upwards to reach Megumi but it makes the slide better. They both tilt their heads to the side and the minute they find the right angle they’re on each other.
Megumi escalates the kiss, opening his mouth as he moves against Yuuji’s with a sudden urgency. Their lips move in tandem—with a bruising force and Megumi grips Yuuji’s neck a tad bit tighter as he tries to take in as much of him as he can.
Without thinking, Megumi swipes his tongue against Yuuji’s lower lip before pulling it between his own and lightly sucks it and the high pitched whine that leaves the pink-haired beauty before him has Megumi scrambling to kneel on the ground so he can pull Yuuji even closer to him.
The black haired is now gripping Yuuji’s waist with a bruising grip and the older male has his hands buried in Megumi’s hair, tugging it sharply when Megumi swipes his tongue against his lips teasingly. Whines are leaving Yuuji like no tomorrow as Megumi coaxes Yuuji to open his mouth so he can slip his tongue in and dominate the older male that’s in his arms.
It’s too much but too little at the same time. Their chests are rising rapidly and Yuuji is slowly turning to putty as Megumi works him onto the brink of insanity with his intense kisses. Megumi’s hands dig into the undersides of his thighs and hike him onto his knees where he can press even closer to the babbling and moaning male in his arms.
The way Megumi nibbles at his bottom lip before soothing the slight sting with his tongue has Yuuji gasping into his mouth, arms trembling as he tries to grasp onto reality and Megumi at the same time. The delicious feeling of sucking Yuuji’s tongue has Megumi pressing even closer till each breath Yuuji lets out has him consuming it.
All the black-haired male can think is Yuuji, Yuuji, Yuuji because fuck he finally has Yuuji in his arms and he’s making a mess of the pretty male in his lap. He can feel the saliva clinging to his lips and the way Yuuji pants into his mouth, hot breath curling down the back of his throat has Megumi on his knees (both metaphorically and physically again).
This was a dream come true, Yuuji was kissing him; a pretty boy was kissing him and Megumi was the one to draw out these sounds from him.
Fuck.
Sadly, humans need air so they were forced to break apart from the lack of oxygen reaching their lungs. Not like Megumi would have cared, he’d happily pass out kissing Yuuji for as long as he wanted. The feeling of those pillowy lips would never leave his mind—Yuuji is now completely embedded in his mind.
Speaking of Yuuji, the pink-haired male trembles lightly in Megumi’s grasp, leaning his head against the younger male’s shoulder as he tries to calm himself down. The black-haired male can’t help the smug smile that passes over his face as he reaches a hand back to gently stroke Yuuji’s back to help ground him. He did this to him. A sense of pride fills him, a smug aura clouding him as Yuuji calms down under his ministrations.
They don’t speak for a few minutes. Megumi fears that if he sees Yuuji move his lips he’ll lean down and capture them in his and repeat another make out session.
But finally, just when Megumi’s patience was wearing thin—Yuuji speaks up.
“Megumi?”
He used his first name holy shit.
“What… what are we now?”
The shy question has Megumi squeezing the adorable male closer to him. He rests his cheek against the soft hair that smells of strawberries and wraps his arms completely around Yuuji’s narrow waist. (No, Megumi does not drool at the feel of it). The weight of his body against his own is comforting and Megumi knows he will never be able to function as a normal human being again, or at least pretend to.
Yuuji has completely ruined him; in a good way.
“Well,” his rough voice is loud in the quiet room. “I’d like to think of you as my boyfriend now because I want you and I think you want me as well. I wouldn’t like it if you went around kissing other guys like that.”
Yuuji laughs and the melodic sound draws a smile on Megumi’s face. “How dare you think so low of me!”
Megumi chuckles as well and presses his lips to Yuuji’s ear, enjoying the way he can feel his breath stutter against the juncture of his neck. “So, what do you say?”
Yuuji pulls back so Megumi can see his face and the unfiltered happiness shining in his eyes has his heart thumping like a goddamn out of beat drum in his chest. He’s never looked more beautiful and Megumi basks in the view with soft eyes.
“I’d love to be your boyfriend.” Yuuji mumbles and Megumi grins widely—to the point his cheeks hurt and places a soft kiss on his nose just to see his boyfriend grin at him like he did something spectacular.
“Does that mean I get unlimited kisses?” Megumi teases, running his long fingers up and down the sides of Yuuji who squirms and squeals as he plants firm kisses up his neck, under his jaw and across his cheek.
“Yes!” Yuuji gasps as he buries himself in Megumi’s chest.
“You can have all the kisses in the world.”
Yeah, Megumi kisses Yuuji one more time on the lips. I really like his kisses.