WATERMELON SUGAR HIGH — ITAFUSHI
note - nsfw! 18+ itafushi drabble. i was munching on watermelon thinking about this. i hope you guys like it.
megumi was in the kitchen, slicing a watermelon. itadori was outside with shiro and kuro, trying to tire them out. they lived in a small, modern house, but their personalities shone through the decor. it was a warm day, the sun shining bright through the backyard trees. megumi had the back door open but the screen door closed, listening to itadori play fetch with his dogs. a small smile appeared on his face as he plated the chopped fruit. he cut some pieces for the dogs and saved a few slices for itadori.
fushiguro stepped onto the back porch, the screen door hissing shut behind him. kuro and shiro, tails wagging with unrestrained joy, eagerly approached, collapsing at his feet, their breaths coming in ragged gasps from all the running around they had been doing.
“i cut up the watermelon that was in the fridge. thought it would be refreshing in this heat,” megumi stated, his tone as even as ever. he then placed the diced watermelon into his dog’s outdoor bowls, and they eagerly began to devour the treat.
he handed the watermelon slices to itadori, who looked up at him with a bright smile. they settled into the chairs in the backyard, itadori’s chest heaving as he caught his breath from running around as well.
itadori, still catching his breath, accepted the plate from megumi, his smile widening. “thank you so much,” he said, placing the plate on his lap and picking up a slice of watermelon.
megumi couldn’t help but admire the sight of itadori’s exhausted yet content expression. itadori messily ate the watermelon, juice dribbling down his chin.
“geez itadori, slow down,” megumi says, causing the pink-haired boy to look up at him, his hazel eyes meeting megumi’s.
he looked perfect like this, eyes half-lidded as he shielded them from the sun, sweat glistening on his forehead, and sweet watermelon juice trickling down his chin.
megumi felt ashamed by what the sight of itadori was doing to him. he shifted in the chair, trying to hide the fact that his dick was strained against his pants, aching to be touched. he felt dirty and perverted getting turned on by something so innocent.
itadori is super attentive, noticing the shift in megumi’s energy. he peered towards him, raising an eyebrow at the dark haired boy, who gripped the sides of the chair trying to ground himself, his knuckles turning white.
“you okay, megumi? is it too hot for you?” yuuji asked him, concern etched across his face. fushiguro swallowed hard, giving a slow nod, and averting his gaze from itadori, afraid he might cream in his pants just from staring too long. “can we go inside?” megumi murmured, furthering his boyfriend’s concern about him. “okay, what's up? are you sure you alright?” he asked as he followed megumi inside, closing the screen door behind him, leaving the dogs outside to sunbathe for a bit.
suddenly, megumi’s lips crashed against yuuji’s, his hands tangling in itadori’s pink hair. there were very few times megumi got needy like this. he had no idea what’s gotten into him today. he had yuuji against the kitchen counter, his erection pressed against his thigh. he could taste the watermelon on yuuji’s tongue, causing him to whimper against his boyfriend’s mouth.
megumi didn’t even realize he was grinding against itadori’s muscular thigh until he started panting, face hidden in itadori’s neck.
“megumi, let me help”, itadori said, turning megumi around, pushing him against the counter now, his fingers dipping into his sweatpants and into the waistband of megumi’s boxers. yuuji’s hand gripped his length causing fushiguro to shudder. itadori slowly began stroking megumi’s dick, spreading precum all over his shaft.
megumi’s head fell to itadori’s shoulder, his hand covering his mouth to supress the sounds he’s making. “c’mon baby, wanna hear you”, yuuji muttered, grabbing fushiguro’s wrist and prying his hand away from his mouth.
itadori’s words alone makes megumi moan. “yuuji, fuck, please—“, megumi stammered, yuuji’s eyes meeting his, he never seen megumi in such a daze like this. his eyes were glassy, cheeks a deep shade of pink, probably from the heat and the pleasure, and his lips were swollen from kissing him so greedily.
“i’ve got you, megumi, it’s okay”, itadori reassured as he rubbed his thumb over megumi’s slit, causing him to gasp as he went back to stroking his shaft.
“faster”, megumi demanded. yuuji obliged picking up the pace now, megumi’s hand found itadori’s hair once again, tugging slightly, earning a grunt from him.
“fuck, fuck, fuck — i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum”, megumi chants, head thrown back, exposing his neck for itadori to place gentle kissing along.
“cum for me”, yuuji says breathlessly, in between kisses to megumi’s neck. megumi held the back of itadori’s head, moaning loudly as he came.
hot, white ropes of cum shooting over itadori’s knuckles and fingers. “fuck, i’m sorry”, megumi pants.
“don’t be sorry”, yuuji reassures as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, licking off megumi’s release. “consider it a thank you for the watermelon!” he winked and megumi rolled his eyes, ignoring the blush creeping up his neck.
“whatever.”
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