⋆˚☆˖° HEAT OF THE CURSE ๋࣭ ⭑
bsf!megumi needs help!!! while fighting a curse with itadori, he gets hit by a strange attack. the side effects are strange… he’s not acting like himself. itadori drops him off at your place, begging you to take care of him while he goes back to fight the curse.
18+ only
cw: sex pollen via curse, dom!megumi, afab!reader, plot compliant (sorta), smut (duh), light slapping, slight dirty talk, fingering, cunilingus, p in v, stomach bulge
word count: 3.0k
“hello?” you groggily answered the phone. it was one in the morning, and you were wrapped up in the warmth your comforter,
“I’M SO GLAD YOU PICKED UP,” itadori’s panic blasted from the other end, “PLEASE HELP ME!”
you jolted upright with worry, “hello?? what’s going on? are you okay?”
“it’s megumi!! he’s-” he choked on a sob, “he’s being weird.”
“what? why? calm dow-” itadori’s scream interrupted you, followed by a loud whack.
“okay. i knocked him out.”
“oh my god. can you please explain what’s going on?”
“megumi is trying to fuck me.”
you gasped, “what??”
“hear me out. basically gojo sent us out to fight this cursed spirit; which by the way, it was one hell of a mission. i swear we were fighting that thing for hours, just for it to escape!! and then-”
anxious, you interrupted him, “yuuji. get to the point.”
he pouted, “right, sorry. so, the curse was located at a brothel, and we found out that the prostitutes they offered were all human trafficking victims.”
“oh my god. that’s awful.”
“i know right? it was strong as shit. nothing we couldn’t handle, of course, but... " he took a deep sigh, “right as we were about to land the finishing blow, the curse got to megumi.”
“huh?? why are you calling me?! call shoko!!”
“uhm, i don’t this is something shoko can help with. he’s… physically fine. he’s not hurt or anything.”
“then what’s wrong with him?” you asked.
itadori nervously kicked some pebbles on the ground while debating his next choice of words. “uhm… i think the curse made him super horny.”
your brain stuttered. after a moment of silence you crack up.
“this isn’t funny! he’s grabbed my ass twice already!” he whined.
laughter turning hysterical, you clutch your stomach tears pricked your eyes as you tried to compose yourself. “so, what do you want me to do about that? i hope you’re not expecting me to fuck it outta him.”
“no! that’s not what i’m saying; well actually that’s one solution… but i’m just traumatized! i don’t want to see anymore horny megumi.”
you giggle, “what makes you think i want to?”
“can you just… lock him in your bathroom or something? maybe throw him some water and food every couple of hours?” he said, desperately.
no longer groggy, you agreed, “okay fine.”
“yes!! he cheered, “i’ll be there in 20.”
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itadori knocks on your door, carrying a passed out megumi over his shoulders.
“you look rough,” you comment as you motion him inside.
he kicks off his sneakers and huffs, “thanks. this is my ‘fighting a sex demon’ fit.” he places megumi onto your couch and plops himself down next to him.
you sit next to him with an energy drink in one hand and a bag of chips in the other. handing them to itadori, you examine megumi’s state. he’s relaxed, sitting with his face leaned on top of the back cushion. his chest rises and falls with slow breaths.
“he’s out cold, huh?”
he cracks open the redbull and downs it in one go. you guys conversate hushly. itadori explains the mission in detail, like the curse’s abilities and how other than killing her, sexual intercouse was the only other way to break the curse.
while he rants, his phone rings.
“hold on, it’s gojo,” he answers the phone. gojo’s loud whines cause itadori to wince. he replies mostly with ‘mhms’ and ‘bruhs’.
hanging up the phone, he sighs, “dude, gojo’s girlfriend broke up with him.”
“again??”
“yeah, said he called everyone and i’m the only one who picked up.”
you stifle a laugh, “that’s so sad.”
“well, i’m gonna go comfort him before he jumps. i’ll finish the mission with inumaki tomorrow morning. call me if anything goes wrong.“
he finishes his goodbyes, snatches the rest of his chips, and steals another energy drink from your fridge.
after his exit, you return your attention back to megumi, who’s still slumped upright on your sofa. gently, you try pushing him to lay more comfortably.
while his body slowly tips, you realize you misjudged his height.
before you can stop it, the impact of his head against the coffee table halts the otherwise soft descent.
“oh shit.” you curse.
he blinks.
“hey. sorry i woke you. you can go back to sleep.”
he scans his surroundings before freezing at the sight of you. there’s an inch of silence before he abruptly pounces.
he leaps off the couch, seizing you by the waist with one hand and cupping the back of your head with the other.
“megumi! stop! you don’t know what you’re doing!” you push against his chest. despite your attempts, he squeezes tighter, pulling your face flush against his chest.
he turns, maneuvering you along with him, and slams you back onto the couch. before you could protest, his lips lock onto yours. his hand, still latched to the back of your scalp, makes any attempt to escape futile.
you fight back, keeping your mouth sealed and turning away every time he closes in.
his breathing’s irregular. you know he can’t control himself.
you know it’s not him.
the boy who held your hair back on your 21st.
the boy who comforted you after your first break up.
the man that watched you cook ramen so he could learn to make it the way you like it.
how you like the noodles just slightly undercooked because it’s chewier.
how you add in the toppings last because it adds more of a bite.
but maybe it was still him, just a side you haven’t explored yet. and maybe, it’s time for an adventure.
“megumi, it’s me. snap out of it!”
his eyes flicker, countless emotions running through his oceanic irises.
he struggles to hold himself back. guilt and worry flash through his face before he strangles out, “fuck. i-i’m sorry.”
you bring a hand to caress his jaw. “hey, it's okay. i know. i understand.”
though megumi was still under the control of the curse, his restraint showed through to you. even when his mind’s clouded with layers of haze and disorient, he was fighting it.
and what kind of best friend would you be if you didn’t help out in his time of need.
it’s only fair, right? after all he’s done for you?
with big eyes, you tenderly look up, “if it’ll make you feel better, i can help.”
and that was it. all signs of restraint vanished as he crashes into your lips, and this time, you welcome it. your mouths move in harmony with little gasps of breath between pauses.
his hands scale your figure, squeezing and digging his fingers into the plushy curves of your waist. he squeezed with purpose, with intent. there’s just enough pressure to where you couldn’t describe the feeling as painful, but it still hurt, enough to where you’re flinching and shying from his touch.
and it felt so, so, good.
he intertwines your tongues for one final swirl and detaches with a deep breath. he hovers over your hair a spiky mess, lips swollen, and eyes dark with a crazed obsessive glaze.
beyond the lust, megumi’s able to admit one thing. “you’re so pretty.”
simple words, but your guys’ relationship never called for compliments. it catered more towards actions, like tucking a flipped tag on a shirt, or grabbing an extra straw for the other when getting take out.
flustered, you turn away in embarrassment, but he dives back in. megumi licks a stripe along your earlobe, sending goosebumps across your arms.
he continues downwards, submerging his face into the corner of your neck. his hair tickles your ear, but the feeling is overwhelmed with the sting of marks he leaves.
“mmm! not where people can see.” you protest.
still focused on his task, he mumbles a dismissive “kay.”
one of his hands is on your waist and the other unbuttons your pajama shirt. the suction of the marks continue, adorning your neck, collarbone, and eventually your chest.
he kisses your sternum as if it were the final deterrent. then, his lips connect hungrily onto your nipples, swirling his tongue, flicking, and nibbling at the hardened bud. every now and then he would change the flow by biting down with enough force to coerce an instinctual yelp.
and every time, you pulled him in tighter.
the more he teased, the more frustrated you became. “you don’t,” you breathlessly gasp, “have to do that.”
he begrudgingly detaches and then grabs you by the waistband of your pajama shorts. megumi twists your body; where your shoulders laid on the backrest of the suede couch, and the balls of your feet secured your posture at the ends of the cushion.
already maneuvering himself off the couch, he rests his body and knees on the carpet and kisses the bare of your inner thighs.
you exhale sharply in anticipation, the whole situation now fully registered in your mind. it’s not like you haven’t imagined yourself in this situation. i mean, your best friend is a fucking stud.
and to be frank, he’s totally your type.
lean, defined, muscular.
beautifully long lashes.
perfectly messy hair.
you feel excited. like those wine nights filled with confessions and sexual tension had finally come to fruition.
wait, no. you’re doing him a favor. he’s the one under an uncontrollable curse right now.
you snap back to reality when he hastily rips your shorts off and snakes down your body. exposed and vulnerable, the only thing keeping his face from your heat is a flimsy string of fabric.
megumi pulls aside your soaked thong, letting it catch on your puffy lips and groans at the sight. he wastes no time, sliding two fingers up your slit and parting the tender folds at the hood. his face disappears between your thighs as his tongue makes contact.
he’s lapping at your clit thirstily, like he just ran a marathon. your nerves short circuit. your fingers tightly weave into his surprisingly soft locks, tugging and pulling for mercy, but it does nothing. rather, it only encouraged him further.
he slips in two slender fingers. though, he’s not earnestly thrusting. if anything, he seems to be exploring. running his fingers along the crevices of your entrance, he traces the spongy part inside you and curls his fingers. his eyes are glossed, purely fascinated with the way your walls pulse for him.
he’s feeling your cunt like it’s braille, reading it like a heartfelt confession. the longer he explores, the more the sensations build.
your stomach tightens and hoarsely, you call out his name. it’s whiney and high pitched, almost begging.
to that, he laps faster, flattening his tongue and applying precise pressure to your sensitive bud.
no matter what you say, he just keeps going at his own pace. the words don’t get through to him, like he’s busy diverting all five senses to your pussy.
finally, you feel yourself tipping over the edge. your walls tighten, anticipating ecstasy. one of your hands gripping wildly at his hair, and the other squeezing your breast. right as you’re about to reach your peak, he abruptly stops.
he removes himself from between your thighs and wipes his mouth on his sleeve. megumi licks his lips, cleaning the rest of your juices and shakes his uniform off.
the sight of his long, toned, and lightly scarred torso, spun you deeper into a lustful spiral. though he put no effort into flexing, the abdominal muscles still proudly rippled through his core.
blinded with desperation, you lose yourself. “megumi please… i need it.”
you reach to grab his shoulder, trying to pull him back down, but he catches your hand midway.
“shut up.”
grabbing both your wrists, he pins them intertwined above your head. with his other hand he angrily tugs at your underwear.
instinctively, you lift your bottom and point your toes to help rid the fabric.
now fully naked, you wait impatiently for his next action. your hands are still tightly locked above you, and all he’s doing is staring. his eyes scale from your cloudy eyes, to your lips, and down to your waist
“more please. i need you.”
“i said, shut up,” he raises a hand and lands a rather harsh slap on your tits. the skin around your areola slowly turns pink, matching the shade of your abused nipples.
you curse as the pain sends heat dripping down your thighs.
unexpected. but, fuck, this is a side you’ve never seen of him. the usual calm and gentle megumi, now uncharacteristically assertive.
he steps out of his pants, bulge peeking and intimidating. it slaps against his stomach as the black boxers are pulled off.
speaking of uncharacteristic, he’s big. i mean you guessed it’d be long from his height, but circumcised? thick? curved upwards?*
your pupils dilate, eyes wide and begging.
“be patient. i’m gonna give you what you want.”
he angles his cock with a thumb at the base, circling the tip around your entrance and smearing your arousal down his length.
“look at you. spread like a fucking slut.”
you can’t even say anything back. he’s already forcing his way in. you’re screaming. all the wetness you produced did nothing to dull the throbbing pain at the rim of your entrance, but he doesn’t stop till the tip is fully settled.
nails clawing at the material of the sofa, you clench your core, trying to push him out. “i-it hurts! it's too big!!”
he grits his teeth, “if you don’t relax it’s gonna hurt more.” despite that, he keeps inching himself in. at first it’s slow, but by the time he’s halfway in, a switch is flipped.
still whimpering below him, he forces the remaining length in one harsh move.
“fuck! megumi!” your body squirms, attempting to flee the sudden intrusion.
he places a large hand at your pelvis to still you and starts thrusting at an aching pace. you feel him slowly pull out before slamming back in to the hilt.
your hands scramble to his forearm, begging to be released, but the pressure is firm. he’s panting and locked at the sight of your tight hole clinging and accommodating to his girth.
voice strained, he muses, “all that whining, but look, you’re sucking me back in.”
and he’s right. you’re downright stretched beyond repair, molded to fit his every vein and before you know it, the screams change. your mouth’s parted and speechlessly gasping every time he bottoms out.
your dim living room’s filled with filthy, sloppy squelches and indescribably dirty, sinful skin slapping.
his dick probes at the sweet spot inside you causing you to dig your nails deeper into his arm. “more. faster,” you incoherently blabber, “megumi, please. need you. i need yo-”
slap.
face slanted from the recoil.
the sting on your cheek.
his possessive glare.
your mind fucking shatters. the orgasm hits harder than any other sensation you’ve ever felt. every nerve in your body is on fire. you’re convulsing and violently twitching. messily and uncontrollably gushing around his cock, and all he does is piston faster, harder.
your reactions aren’t overlooked. rather, they’re studied like a bible. megumi is obsessively worshiping every moan, every tremor, and every tear that falls from your face.
every thought you ever had before this moment vanishes. instead, it’s filled with blinding regrets about not taking your best friend’s dick sooner.
he’s laughing. “fuck. you really liked that, huh?”
his grip moves to the dips of your pelvis. he pulls your body downwards and lifts your ass until your spine’s arched to its limit. from this angle, your back and head is resting on the cushion with your torso stretched while your entire lower half is literally at the palm of his hand.
he pounds into you animistically, chasing his own high. completely fucked dumb, you’re limp, crying, and completely in his control. eventually, he loudly groans, driving his dick the farthest he can force it, and spills his hot seed into you.
you feel his cock head pulse and the veins throb while he’s stilled. the muscles on megumi’s arms twitch, tensed from the orgasm. his hands squeeze tightly at your hips, digging harshly into your bones.
yeah, that’s gonna bruise.
he slowly pulls out, watching the cum seep around the length. he’s dragging it out all the way, letting your mixed fluids leak from your hole, scooping it with his sensitive tip, and shoving it back deep inside.
dazed, he coos, “hey, you worked hard for this. don’t waste any, kay?”
just as megumi’s able to stabilize his breathing, he freezes. he curses a dragged out, “fuuuck.”
you look down, blinking away the tears, and see your taut stomach with a soft bulge protruding the middle.
for some reason you’re embarrassed. maybe it’s from his astounded expression, or maybe you’re finally realizing how vulnerable you are, but your hands move to cover the bulge.
“i already saw it, what are you trying to hide?”
huh?
his tone changed.
you raise your line to sight to meet his eyes as a final confirmation to your theory.
yep. he’s back.
half complaining, half relieved, you whine, “megumiiiiii!”
cock still inside you, he chuckles, “thanks, for helping me.”
you cover your face, “whatever. get the hell out of me now.”
“aw, really? you seemed to like it so much though.”
he gives one final thrust before gently exiting you.
you both sigh at the separation. he holds himself on top of you, kissing fond pecks on the top of your shoulder.
he whispers, “no, for real though, thank you.”
“mhm.”
he nuzzles closer, snaking his arms around your waist.
“can we,” he hesitates, “can we do this again? maybe without a curse?”
you wrap your arms around his back, rest a hand on his head and giggle, “we’d be stupid not to.”
he chuckles, gently squeezing you in celebration.
“plus, you probably would’ve fucked itadori if it weren’t for me.”
no response.
“he told me you went for his ass twice.”
silence.
“megumi?”
“i don’t remember that.”
humored, you tease, “really?”
“nope.”
"reallyyyyy?"
“shut up.”
yeah he definitely remembers.
my friend: the penis description lol
me: duh its fantasy. i dont write abt small penises