#exposing myself as a gooner rn lol

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NSFW 18+ aged up 🌶️Itafushi fic wip

⭐️ For the purposes of self-indulgent smut, this is a Jujustu College AU. Characters are aged-up, but other canon events remain the same. Thanks for reading! 😁❤️

Megumi always wakes up early. It doesn’t matter if he’s had eight hours of sleep or eight minutes, his body never lets him sleep past 7 AM.

Yuji, on the other hand, would probably sleep until noon if didn’t set at least fifteen blaring alarms. He sleeps like the dead, too, which Megumi, an incredibly light sleeper, always feels a little jealous about.

When they share a bed, a frequent occurrence as of late, their mismatched sleeping patterns usually don’t bother Megumi. On their days off, he’ll shimmy out of Yuji’s grasp (he was a cuddler, too, no surprise there), make coffee, and read, play on his phone, listen to music, or sometimes even crawl back into bed and do these things while watching Yuji sleep peacefully.

Today, however, they both have classes in a few hours and Megumi never wants to listen to the same siren alarm playing on repeat until Yuji finally rolls over, smacks his phone, and springs out of bed. The problem is… Yuji’s incredibly difficult to wake. Megumi often times restorts to punching him or furiously shaking him just to get any sort of reaction out of him. Violence seems to be the most effective way and it’s frustrating. Yuji doesn’t care, but tired, grumpy Megumi does.

And, well, there is one other way to get him up.

Yuji likes this particular way the most.

Megumi wakes with Yuji’s stiff morning-wood pressed against his ass… which happens almost every single morning they’re in bed together. (Megumi doesn’t really mind this, either.) He flips around in Yuji’s weak hold and palms his arousal over his boxers. Yuji stirs slightly, letting out the softest of groans as Megumi teases him through the fabric. His fingers slip inside, stroking him and watching curiously as Yuji’s eyebrows pinch together.

He looks really cute like this… Megumi thinks, pressing a gentle kiss to Yuji’s lips. Yuji moans, still unconscious, and tightens his grip on Megumi’s waist. His hips start to roll into his hand, becoming louder and more animated yet still just as asleep. Megumi sighs, expecting that this wouldn’t be so easy. At this rate, he’ll only give Yuji a 4-D wet dream and why would he want to wake up from that?

Megumi pries Yuji’s hands from his waist and slides down the mattress under the duvet they share until he’s eye-level with Yuji’s sizable erection. He yanks Yuji’s boxers down to his knees and licks a stripe up the length. Yuji groans sleepily, rolling onto his back and spreading his legs open. Megumi takes him into his mouth, tongue toying with the leaking tip, and Yuji finally blinks awake.

“Huh?” He murmurs in a haze, disoriented and aroused, which is even more confusing for him. He feels a hot tongue flick against the head of his cock and moans loudly, pulling the covers off of them. “Oh fuck, Megumi,” he groans, his sleepy, foggy brain finally realizing what’s happening to him. Yuji weakly threads his fingers through Megumi’s soft, dark hair, and Megumi looks up at him in a heated gaze, jade green eyes locking onto honey brown ones.

Yuji comes undone as he watches Megumi take his cock and, in return, Megumi watches him lose his mind with prideful amusement. As he’s moaning and babbling nonsense, his grip on Megumi’s hair grows tighter and pushes against his head. Cheeks hollowing, Megumi sucks and slurps with renewed fervor now that Yuji is a conscious participant in this game.

Yuji’s a talker in bed.

Sometimes it’s kind of annoying but, most of the time, Megumi finds it entertaining and endearing.

“Oh my god, it feels so good, your mouth is amazing,” he cries, his words stringing together lazily, “Oh, Megumi, yes, keep going I’m so close, fuck.” He pants as he rocks his hips up into Megumi’s waiting mouth, eyes rolling back and head thrashing against the pillow.

Megumi bobs his head in time with Yuji’s shallow thrusts, nearly choking as he attempts to take him all the way in. He pins Yuji’s hips to the bed with his hands, trying to keep him still, but it’s only wasted effort as Yuji continues to fuck his mouth with more intensity. Megumi’s eyes sting as Yuji’s cock rams at the back of his throat.

“Megumi, I’m gonna- ah! Fuck!” He shouts in warning, feeling Megumi gag around him as he comes. Megumi swallows with a shudder, gasping and coughing as he pulls off. “Are you okay?” Yuji asks with immediate concern, pulling his boxers on and propping himself up on his elbows.

“Aside from nearly choking to death on your cock, I’m alright,” Megumi jokes dryly with a smirk, crawling up Yuji’s body to straddle him. Yuji flushes and murmurs a sheepish apology, and Megumi leans down to kiss him in response. “Good morning, by the way. Took you long enough to wake up.”

Yuji grins, all dimples, as his hands come to rest on Megumi’s thighs. “Can you wake me up like that every morning?” He stretches up to kiss Megumi again, fingers sliding up to Megumi’s hips and toying at the waistband of his boxers.

“Don’t be greedy,” he chides playfully, returning the kiss and deepening it, his tongue swiping along Yuji’s bottom lip. Yuji can taste himself in Megumi's mouth. He’s a little embarrassed by how much it turns him on. “Class starts in 90 minutes, by the way,” he warns as he feels Yuji growing hard again underneath him. He grinds his own half-hard erection into him, moaning softly.

“That’s plenty of time,” Yuji murmurs into Megumi’s neck as he kisses and sucks at it. He pays special attention to the tender spot just above his collarbone, giving it a gentle nip.

Megumi stifles a moan in his throat. “You’re going to make us late again, idiot,” he grumbles, but doesn’t attempt to climb off, and Yuji knows it’s because Megumi wants this just as much as he does. “Gojo won’t let us hear the end of it if we’re late for the third time this week.” He closes his eyes and sighs, leaning into Yuji’s touches.

“He’s always late to everything, anyway. So we’ll be just on time, right?” Yuji argues, unbothered, because time stands still when he’s with Megumi. His fingers slide into Megumi’s boxers, taking a firm hold of his ass as he continues to latch onto the porcelain expanse that is Megumi’s neck.

“Keep it below the collar, asshole,” he snips, groaning softly and tipping his head to the side as he melts into the feeling of Yuji’s lips and hands on him.

They’re definitely going to be late. Again.

But, fuck it, because Yuji’s touch is so, so addicting.

Gojo can deal.