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“Megumi…” Itadori whined softly, trying to jerk away from Megumi’s hold.
Megumi hummed in return, the pink wig on his head slipping. The heat's finally catching up to him but he doesn’t budge nor let go, instead he tightened his hold around Itadori’s waist. Pulling the pink-haired idol back down which only pushed Megumi's cock even deeper inside Itadori. A breathless whimper leaves the idol's mouth.
“What’s wrong?” Megumi asked, nibbling the back of Itadori’s neck.
Itadori whimpered, trying to blink the tears away as he squirmed on Megumi’s lap. The blue skirt that Megumi had worn for Itadori was bunched up around his waist. Itadori had specially picked out the short skirt for him.
“’s much…”
Megumi chuckled, kissing the back of Itadori's neck.
He reached down to stroke at Itadori’s cock. It's still hard and an angry red over the lack of stimulation. He’s had Itadori on his lap for the past hour or so, just warming his cock up in the back of the car.
And just outside the car was a bunch of reporters and Itadori's fans.
All waiting for their beloved pink-haired idol to come and greet them. Not knowing that he was currently bouncing on a man's cock.
Megumi supposed this was kind of a punishment for his pink-haired lover.
A sort of revenge for making him cross dress as Itadori's sister to hide their relationship. Not even a brother all because Itadori had always wanted to have a little sister and had claimed that he was 'girly' enough to pass as a girl. Normally it would piss him off. But Megumi finds that is the least of his concerns especially when he's balls deep into Itadori's hole. He gently pried Itadori's ass to get a better view of Itadori's lewd entrance clenching obscenely around his cock.
The scene is rather erotic if he's being honest.
Sure he's currently wearing a skirt and a pink wig--but at least he has Itadori bouncing on his cock like he was born for it.
"W-wait," Itadori whimpered. "Y-you're getting bigger."
Megumi cheekily nipped at Itadori's neck. "Oops?"
“F-Fushiguro!" Itadori whined, trying to pull away from Megumi's lap.
Megumi's quick to stop him, pulling him back down and began to purposely grind his hips. Whispering gently into Itadori's ear. "But it feels good, doesn’t it?”
His chest buzzed with warmness when Megumi hears the small choked cry that Itadori makes when he hits the spongy spot inside. He makes it his mission to hit it again and again until he has Itadori shaking from the stimulation--or rather the lack of stimulation. The small gentle rolls and thrust did little to stimulate him and Itadori.
In fact, it made him a little desperate for his release but Megumi actually liked to tease Itadori.
Plus there was nothing more erotic than watching the pink-haired idol shoved his fingers into his mouth in a small attempt to keep quiet in fear of exposing their rather lewd situation.
Not that Megumi minded.
He would actually enjoy it if people saw their (and Megumi’s) favourite idol cockwarming a man’s cock.
His cock.
Itadori hiccupped, trying to keep his moans to himself as to not alert anyone.
“What would your fans think?” Megumi asked.
He began to pump Itadori’s cock. Each stroke is careful and calculated. Making sure that he edged Itadori enough but not enough for him to cum. Itadori whimpered, and Megumi could feel the precum slowly dripping down the side and staining Megumi’s hand.
"You'd fit the title perfect wife better, don't you?" Megumi whispered, groaning as Itadori's walls clenched down on him. "What would they say if they see you bouncing on my cock?”
Itadori's walls trembled, squeezing his cock so tightly that Megumi groaned at the tightness, his stomach tensing, threatening him to cum right there and then. Yet he managed to hold himself back. Wanted to keep teasing the pink-haired idol a little longer.
“Shit, Itadori,” Megumi hissed out. “You like that? Want to show your fans how much you like getting fucked in the ass? By another man wearing a skirt?”
“’s not true…!”
Megumi chuckled, digging his nail into the leaky tip of Itadori’s cock. The act has Itadori jerking in his lap, hole clenching down harshly on Megumi’s cock.
“You say it’s not true but you’re leaking so much and your ass,” Megumi said pointedly, his hand slipping over the ample flesh, towards where his cock was eagerly being swallowed by Itadori’s hole. The pink entrance began fluttering as Megumi traced over stretched and swollen entrance. He gently bullied his finger into the tight muscle. “—is just so greedy for more.”
The pink-haired idol trembled at the burning stretch at the addition of Megumi's finger into his ass.
Itadori's hips shaking in either an attempt to get away or for more friction--Megumi's not sure. But no one would have thought Itadori in a situation like this. While Megumi did look delicate on the outside which often resulted in their close friends mistakenly assuming he bottoms.
And while he was slim, Itadori’s curvy and soft in the right places.
While most parts of Itadori are firm, but he curves nicely. In the places that mattered the most in Megumi’s opinion—although he could really care less. As long as he had Itadori, that's all that really mattered.
He still couldn’t believe that Itadori was here.
That he was balls deep into his favourite idol.
Kugisaki definitely wouldn't believe him if he hadn’t shown a picture of them. Of course, it was a mild picture. The lewd images of Itadori, ranging from bondage to outdoor sex—but all of them were only meant for Megumi’s eyes
But the point is, Itadori’s soft in the right places.
His thighs are soft, the kind of soft where Megumi’s fingers would easily sink in. But the softest parts of Itadori is his fat ass which protrudes and has a nice curve.
Itadori’s soft and so so pretty too. Just so perfect that Megumi just wants to keep him on his lap forever. Maybe even show the world that Itadori Yuuji belongs to him and only him.
Megumi reached forward to grab a mask.
The movement pushing Megumi’s cock even deeper inside Itadori, a hitched breathless moan leaves the pink-haired idol. Megumi hooked the mask onto his face, rearranging his pink wig and clothes so that they look considerably presentable.
A confused expression settled on itadori’s face as Megumi rebuttoned Itadori’s shirt, his fingers hovering over the button on the side of the car.
“F-Fushiguro?”
“Itadori,” Megumi grins, tugging down Itadori’s shirt to cover his erection. “You should greet your fans. They’ve been waiting for you.”
Itadori’s eyes widen, his fingers reaching out to stop Megumi but it was too late—Megumi had slid the window down enough so Itadori’s face would be visible. Megumi leaned down to ensure that he wasn’t too visible.
Megumi groaned, tensing when Itadori’s walls clamped down on his cock.
Itadori’s face turning a harsh red, his eyes tearing up from embarrassing as he greeted his fans. If Megumi’s being frank, he’d never been so turned on before. Just a couple meters away, and if someone just looked into the car, they would see Itadori cockwarming him so sweetly.
There’s a series of lights flashing indicating that people were taking pictures of Itadori.
Taking picture of Itadori right now.
While he had Megumi’s dick up his ass.
Megumi groaned, wrapping his arms around Itadori’s waist before pulling him down—Megumi cums with a whimper, Itadori yelping loudly. But both their sounds are drowned out by the series of squeals from the fans and questions by the reporter.
“Itadori-kun, will you be attending the film end of the year award show?”
Itadori offered a lopsided smile, trying his best to control his expression.
Megumi pinched the head of Itadori’s cock, causing the pink-haired idol to whimper softly at the sharp pain and pleasure that shot through his body. “Gotta answer your fans, Itadori.”
The pink-haired boy opened his mouth to reply but before he could, a lewd “Ah—” left his mouth. Megumi can feel Itadori reach down to grab the base of his cock. Desperate to stop himself from cumming in front of his fans.
The entire situation only pushed Megumi to the edge.
He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting in the small space without making it too obvious (although a rational part of him knew that it was pretty obvious especially when he looked back at the videos on YouTube—because what kind of parked car would be moving that much?).
“Shit, Itadori,” Megumi whispered, tightening his hold on Itadori’s waist.
“Wait, F-fushiguro,” Itadori hissed back, trying to pin Megumi’s hip down. “S-stop, I-I—”
“Itadori-kun, will you be coming?”
“Oh fuck,” Megumi groaned out, all rational thoughts slipping momentarily. “I’m cumming, Itadori, I’m cumming.”
Itadori whimpered, his body tensing up. “Me too—I’M CUMMING…!”
Megumi’s body tensed up, spurting deep inside of Itadori. The warmness causing the pink-haired idol to whimper and slipped momentarily from the view of the fans and reporters.
“Itadori-kun?”
A series of cries calling for his name.
Megumi’s brain continued to buzz in excitement. He gently tapped at Itadori’s hip to get him back to at least say one last thing to his fans. “They’re calling for you.”
Itadori took a shaky breathe, his entire body shaking as Megumi continued to pump him full of cum. Megumi gently rubbed circles on Itadori’s hip, trying to coax the pink-haired idol out of his haze. It took a couple of seconds, although the evidence of post-sex was still evident on his face—his cheeks were still apple red, his eyes glossy with tears, lips ripped open from biting down on them.
Itadori finally lifted his head back up, ignoring the growing wetness between his legs as he offered a sloppy smile at the crowd. “A-ah, sorry about that. I just…a cramp. And yes, I’ll be cumm—coming.”