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Double Time

seven

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The night reaches its climax

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Leaving your flat this morning, the last thing you expected was to come back in the early hours of the morning stumbling through your building with Fushiguro Megumi attached at your hip. Once within the confines of the elevator, you two jumped and pawed at each other's bodies; no heed paid to the fact that this was all recorded on security or that a neighbour could potentially be lurking about.

Thankfully when the elevator doors slide open, there wasn't anyone on the other side when you arrived and you practically dragged the poor guy towards your flat, tangled in the occasional squeezes and kisses until you finally got to your front door. It took a little while to get your key in the lock with the way Megumi was latched over behind you, begging for your attention with every featherlight kiss he planted along your neck, which sent electricity flying down your body with every touch of touch of his lips on the sensitive area behind your ear.

The door finally clicked open and you more or less fell inside when it opened up, your limbs in a tangle as you fumbled about still attached at the lips, trying to kick off your shoes and outerwear. With the door closed, it was now completely dark inside the flat save for the sliver of moonlight peeking through the windows. You pulled away from him for a moment as you shimmied out of your heavy coat before he found your lips again, his arms around you in an instant as he pushed against you. Your back hit a wall with an audible thud and you groaned softly into his lips.

"Ow."

"Sorry," he whispered, leaning back to give you some space. The room may be dark but your eyes were beginning to adjust and you took this opportunity to study his face, to take in the person in your arms; how his long lashes fluttered as he blinked back at you with lidded eyes, how his cheeks looked to have reddened slightly, and the way his chest rose with each breath. "… I just don't have any self-control when it comes to you."

"Is that so?" you said coyly as you pushed him backwards through the open door leading towards your bedroom, an impish smile on your face when you saw something dark flash over his eyes as he allowed you to lead him. The look was one you were familiar with, it was the very same one you've only seen glimpses so far but now you were finally about to discover what was lurking under that supposed calm exterior. "And here I thought you had the patience of the saint with the way you must have held of my drunken advances."

"Well you certainly didn't make it easy for me," he murmured when you slowly lifted your hands up to the collar of your blouse, he watched with great interest as you popped the first button and then the next. His jaw visibly tightened. With each button that you undid, his eyes grew hazier in the soft moonlight and you took absolute pleasure in the way his eyes widened when you pulled open the top and shrugged the fabric off your shoulders completely.

"… And what about now?" you almost purred out as you slipped out of more articles of clothing, taking great care in accentuating every movement whilst keeping eye contact with him. It was a little daring than what you were used to but you couldn't help but want to tease him just a little bit more with how cute his reactions were and you had not forgotten the way he had spoken to you on Friday night. How he had lit that fire in you with a few simple words that changed everything. That fire had burned within you since that night and you've had sleepless nights thinking of his touch and what could have been.

So here you were, standing before him in nothing but your underclothes, having just attempted to spur him on and feeling a little nervous when he did not respond immediately the way you thought he would have. In that same flirty way he did the night of the party. There wasn't even a smile on his face as Megumi simply stared back at you, hard. Slight hesitance grew in your mind, had you read him wrong? Was that assertive flirty attitude of his that night just a product of copious amounts of alcohol and the atmosphere of the house party?

"… You really don't remember anything, do you?" he stepped towards you when he finally spoke. With his eyes still glued to yours as he walked, he was quick to unzip his jacket and yank everything off in one swift movement and just like that he was shirtless. It quickly dawned on you that despite having made out with the guy, grinded against his crotch and even slept in his bed, you haven't actually seen him without his shirt on. It was sexy. He was so sexy, oh god.

Not quite certain where he was going with this, you managed a small shake of your head in response when he finally stopped right in front of you. You did your best to not break eye contact, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you appreciating his body… at least not yet.

"Oh [y/n], how convenient it is for you to forget everything," he peered down at you through those stunning eyelashes of his and took a deep breath before he said lowly. "… The things you whispered in my ear at the bar. How you kissed me in the back of the car. The way you pulled my pants down and got on your knees that moment we got to my place… It was pure filth – you were filthy. It took every fibre in my body to not just fuck you there and then."

A lopsided curve appeared on his lips and you swallowed involuntarily at the sight of the smirk forming on his face. Your body jerked slightly when you felt a hand against your back, his fingers brushed up your lower back towards your shoulder blade. Subconsciously, you held your breath as his fingers hovered over the only fabric you had left on your torso and your took a deep breath when you felt him tuck a finger under your bra strap.

"You made it so difficult for me with the way you practically threw yourself at me," his voice was right by your ear when he hooked his finger and began to slowly pull the strap down. "I almost let you have your way as well-"

"So why didn't you?" you spoke without thinking and immediately wished you hadn't when you saw how his smile widened.

"Because I've been waiting for this for god knows how long now [y/n] and I'd be damned if you don't remember the best fucking of your life."

The slumbering beast has finally awoken and you weren't entirely sure that you hadn't asked for it. Heat pooled between your legs when he pulled you into another kiss as he pushed you backwards onto the bed. Your back landed on the soft bed, the bra strap now dangled uselessly around your arm as Megumi climbed in after you, hovering over your body between your legs; looking very much so like a predator cornering his prey.

"You're so sexy like this, [y/n]…" he murmured and you felt one of his large hands cup your breast over your bra, giving you a gentle squeeze before meeting your misty gaze again. It took everything in you to bite back a moan when his spare hand moved to attend your other breast, carefully pushing the padded material down and he traced a thumb over your pink nipple. You finally relinquished a moan as he continued to worship your body, a smile on his face again when he turned his eyes back to your breasts.

Something grazed by your inner thigh, causing you to twitch and you looked down between your bodies to see his leg dangerously close to your core. One of his hands lowered to your leg and began to caress your curves whilst his other hand was still kneading your now hardened nipple.

"Megumi!" a breathy rasp left your lips when you felt his hand on your leg slide inwards and his fingers brushed over your clothed entrance, beginning to rub lazy circles over the dampening fabric. "O-Oh my god…"

"Already so wet for me" his deep voice rumbled by your ear as his fingers continued to work magic on the increasingly growing wetness, causing you to jolt every so often when the pressure hit just right. "Mmm, does that feel good, sweetheart?" he met your eyes again as he awaited for your response, his own eyes were growing increasingly hazy as he watched the way you twitched and sighed breathlessly from his ministrations. "… Tell me."

"Yes, it feels good."

The smile that then appeared on his face was damn near feral.

"W-Wait…!" you gulped when he suddenly sat up, ignoring your futile protest as pulled off your underwear and knocked your legs further apart, leaving your lower half now completely exposed. You clamped your legs shut and curled your legs sideways as your face turned a bright scarlet. "Megumi!"

"Show me," his hand was on your thigh again as he adjusted himself so that he was lying forward on the bed. "Please?"

Heat violently flushed over your face when you realised what he wanted to do. The hand on your thigh stroked your leg reassuringly and you know deep down you did trust him, but it was also so embarrassing. Despite all your teasing and haughtiness earlier, there has only ever been one man whose face you had between your legs before and the first time was after you've already slept together a few times.

You stared back at him for a few seconds before taking a quiet deep breath and slowly spread your legs apart, and you watched with bated breath as his eyes darted down almost instantly and widened. For the first time since you've met him, his feelings were completely readable on his face.

"You're so beautiful," he sighed as he settled himself between your thighs, admiring your sopping slit. "Can I have a taste?"

"I-I don't know…" you knew that Megumi was being genuine but you couldn't help but feel a little nervous with how intently he was looking at you, and the embarrassment was growing every second he was between your legs, with his face inches away from your womanhood.

Megumi didn't say anything again as he simply turned his attention back up to you. As much as you trusted him and appreciated his patience with you and loved how sexy he made you feel at times, he was also good at putting you on the spot. At this point what were you unsure about? You weren't even sure what you wanted to say and your mind scrambled for you to blurt anything out-.

Before you could think of anything, Megumi kissed your thigh. A shockwave reverberated through your body from the place where his lips touched you. You tried not to look to surprised when he looked back up at you, a smirk forming on his lips when he had the audacity to kiss you again. This time a little lower and he didn't even break eye contact.

"Fine… but it better be good though," you eventually whispered back coolly and for the second time tonight, you instantly regretted the words you spoke.

A deep throaty chuckle escaped his lips and you felt your lower half squeeze instinctively.

"Or else?" you could feel his hot breath on your exposed skin, you shivered ever so slightly.

"Y-You'll be sorry…"

"Cute," he uttered right before he tongue made contact with your wet opening and your body's reaction was instant. A sharp shiver flew down your body when he gave you another experimental lick followed by another then another, until he was hungrily lapping at your folds, his hands snaked around your thick thighs as he ate you out.

"Ooh," you cried out when his hot wet tongue entered you and his grip on your thighs tightened when your body began to shake. Before you could grow accustomed to the feeling, he pulled his face away and replaced his tongue with his finger, sending another pleasurable jolt through your body. "Fuck…!"

You were starting to feel yourself go lightheaded when he began to slowly pump his fingers into you. Megumi raised his head and looked you over, his glossed over eyes travelled from your red face then to your heaving breasts and back down to where his finger was in you, admiring his handiwork; the way your body was twitching and twisting with his every touch.

He was fucking good at this. Scarily good. And he knew it.

One of your hands shot up and grabbed his hair, beckoning him down again, he glanced between your face and back to your throbbing clitoris that was in dire need of attention.

"What is it?" he asked, smirk already back on his face.

"…"

"Say what you want," you let out a whine when he stopped fingering you altogether. "Tell me you want your clit licked, [y/n]."

"… Lick me, Megumi… please."

"Where?"

"M-My clit."

"It'd be my pleasure, sweetheart," he lowered his face back between your legs. The hotness of his tongue on your clit caused you to jump. His spare arm was back around your thigh as he held you down when you began to squirm as he licked and sucked at your precious sensitive place.

"Oh my god," your eyes just about rolled back but you didn't dare look away from Megumi as he looked right back at you whilst his tongue and finger pushed you to the edge of your sanity. Electric was coursing through your body as the heat that pooled in your belly began to feel unbearable. Fuck, you were close. So fucking close. "P-Put another finger in…"

He obliged and inserted a second finger into your wet hole.

"F-Fuuck, oh my god…" you whimpered, legs beginning to tremble. "I'm close, Megumi…"

"Can you take another?" his lips glistened with your juices when he lifted his head to ask breathily. "… [y/n]?"

Release. Your body pleaded for release as your legs quivered restlessly and your mind was an utter mess at this point. The words weren't coming to you as you struggled to speak, so you nodded back vigorously.

A third finger was now added and you groaned aloud as your fleshy walls were stretched out. This isn't the most you've been stretched out but it's definitely the first time you've come near to orgasm through fingering and your body thrashed about almost violently as he plunged his fingers into you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust and it wasn't long before you were a moaning mess crying out to him.

"I'm g-gonna c-cum… Megumi, I'm gonna cum…!"

"Mmm, good," he encouraged you with that deep husky voice of his. "Cum for me, [y/n]."

The coil in your tummy finally snapped and your entire body jerked wildly as you orgasmed to his voice and your mind went numb with pure ecstasy. You laid there panting and shaking from residual waves of pleasure, but before you could catch your breath, you felt his fingers still inside you move again.

"W-Wait, n-no more," you gasped out, your hand flying down to grab his wrist in a weak attempt to stop him but he continued to push his fingers into you, his fingers curled against your g-spot and his yanked your bra out of the way, lowering his lips and gorged on your nipple and the nub instantly hardened under his tongue again. "F-Fuck… Megumi… oh my god…!"

Your body buckled with vehement force as you were ravaged by his fingers, it didn't take long for you to experience your second orgasm of the evening, a mere minute after the first. The comedown was slow and your thoughts were blissful when they finally returned to you. It was only when you looked at Megumi did he carefully pull his fingers out of you and you felt faint when he licked your juices off his hand.

"Satisfactory, I hope?"

"… Just."

"Aw don't worry sweetheart," he cooed back at you as he unbuckled his belt. "It'll be better with my cock."

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Megumi woke to the sound of water running. A yawn erupted from him as he stretched his overworked muscles out and he let out a quiet groan when his body clicked satisfyingly. The was empty beside him and he figured that you must have been in the shower. There hadn't been an alarm and the clock on the bedside table currently read quarter past nine; it appeared that you were a natural early riser even after you had heaps to drink and you didn't get to sleep until almost six in the morning after you two went for another two rounds.

His cheeks went slightly red when he remembered the events of last night. The way you opened yourself up for him, the sexy eye contact you made while he ate you out, and just how fucking good it felt to finally be inside you. To finally be able to have you the way he has wanted to for a while now.

Fuck, he was getting hard again just at the thought of your body.

Doing his utmost best to ignore the twitching going on in his crotch, he climbed out of bed and hurriedly slipped on his boxer shorts. He found his sweatpants and t-shirt discarded in a pile and put those on too.

While he did not have much to drink last night, he still had a bit of a headache from not hydrating himself properly after the workout he had before falling asleep. He sauntered out of your bedroom, the memories of the night before were coming back to him as he moved through the space, vaguely remembering where everything was.

The one bed flat you lived in made up in quality for the size it lacked. For starters you lived in a high rise that looked like a rather new development in the otherwise quiet area, in fact the building was visible from his house share and was only a few minutes' walk away; it was strange to think that you had been this close to him this entire time.

Whilst the flat was on the smaller side, everything looked brand new from the finish of the flat to the furnishing. The coffee machine sat on your kitchen counter top looked really nice as well, so nice that he was not sure how to use it; the nicest thing he's ever used was coffee pods and this machine looked a little more complex than that. Megumi had wanted to make some coffee for the both of you but for now he can settle for some water, and he opened up one of the cupboards and scanned its contents. His gaze hovered over all the items from the top shelf down to the lowest shelf where he retrieved a glass for himself and two mugs for coffee later.

While he waited for you, he walked around the flat with his glass of water and took in your surprisingly modest décor; everything was kept tastefully minimal and he noticed that there were very few personal effects. Very little that gave away what type of person you were, there were some books on a nearby bookcase but they were mostly textbooks and notebooks for schoolwork.

At closer inspection, it looked like certain areas used to hold more items. The upper shelf of the bookcase had a couple DVDs stacked together but there were a few toppled over like a few had been pulled away and they weren't organised back together. The floating shelf above the television displayed a row of miniature frames that contained what looked like photographs taken on a holiday. There were three picture frames; one picture of a seashell, the next of the beach and the third the sea, but with the way the frames were arranged in a row, there was a gap in between and it looked like a forth frame could have perfectly fit that spot.

It was odd for sure but it's not so unusual for you to do some redecorating and he tried not to think too much of it, but then he found a box on the ground. It was hidden away near a corner by the curtains. It was bad to pry but his curiosity got the better of him when he saw the matching picture frame from the trio he had seen earlier, it had caught his eye as it was discarded on the top of the pile.

Against his better judgement, Megumi knelt down and picked the frame up and quickly realised what this box contained… It was a collection of all your things linked to Gojo Satoru. The picture in his hand was definitely a part of the set on the shelf, the lighting and framing of the shot confirmed it was taken on the same day as the others. This one was a picture of you standing by the edge of the water on the beach and you were both clad in your swimwear on the seemingly hot sunny day. Gojo had his arm around your waist and you were kissing the snowy man's cheek as he grinned back at the camera, his own sunglasses were propped up on the top of his head and you could clearly see his brilliant blue eyes looking almost like glowing crescents.

Megumi stared back at the frame in his hand, not quite sure what to make of the photograph which showed you two in clearly much happier days. It was a prospect that he had not even considered; the image he always had of Gojo Satoru was of a self-serving egomaniacal bastard who treated others without a single care, but in this picture… he didn't look like that man. He looked human… he looked happy, and not in that off-putting shrewd imperious kind of manner Megumi has only know the man to be. But genuinely and unmistakeably happy, untroubled and… glowing with love.

The unexpected discovery threw him off and he carefully placed the picture back in the box. He should have stopped here, he knew it wouldn't do him any good to dig further but he couldn't help himself but glance over the few items that were scattered around the top of the box. There were some other photographs, some memorabilia in the form of stuffed toys and themed park souvenirs. It all looked like the general sort of presents a typical boyfriend would give their partner, probably not unlike the kind of things he would give you if given the chance.

It was hitting him just how normal your relationship had been, that it wasn't all just toxicity and emotional blackmail like had had imagined it to be.

"You don't know the first thing about me," Megumi remembered the words the older man had spat to him on Friday night. "… Or her for that matter."

Which also meant he knew nothing about you two as a collective.

Despite how much effort you had gone into trying to erase his presence, there was still traces of Gojo Satoru all around your home. The way your flat appeared to be set up for two people even though you lived alone, the bottle of pricy cognac tucked away on the very top shelf of your cupboard, and of course there was last night when he discovered a silver silk tie folded neatly in your bedside drawer right next to the condoms.

"Megumi?"

"In here," he called back, turning around just in time for you to walk into the room. A bright smile appeared on your face when you saw him, your damp hair framed your cheeks which were still rosy from the hot shower you had and you were dressed in cosy home-wear. Something he was extremely pleased about, he was happy that you felt comfortable enough around him but you almost looked extremely cute.

"Coffee?" you asked when you took notice of the mugs lined up by the coffee machine.

"Yes, sorry. I wasn't sure how to use your machine."

"That's alright," you walked into the open kitchen area and began preparing the coffee. "Most of the things came with the flat and it took me a while to get used to it as well… How did you sleep?"

"Good, yeah…" he joined you in the kitchen. "You?"

"Great, hardly have a hangover," you grinned back at him. "Milk or sugar?"

"Neither."

"Same as me," you noted with another small smile as you poured two steaming cups. With your mugs in hand, you moved into the sitting area and sat on the sofa together.

The two of you sat there in effortless morning bliss as you enjoyed your delicious coffee. At least that's how it appeared in the surface. Megumi's eyes kept being drawn to the corner where he knew the box was hiding and he wanted to bring up, but didn't know how best to or if it was even a good idea. There was simply too much that had happened overnight and he didn't dare ruin this after it had seemingly finally worked out, so he bit his tongue and sipped on from his mug instead.

"So any classes today?" you asked eventually.

"Just the one in the afternoon. You?"

"None but I do need to send out some applications. If you don't have to rush off I'd enjoy the company while I work on these cover letters."

"Are you sure I won't get in your way?"

"Well it might be a bit problematic if you start being a distraction."

"Well, I can't promise to behave," he smiled back. "Still want me to stay?"

"Definitely."