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April 20th:

“Megumi!”

Nobara, his teammate who had seen him through life and death, both alphas now in their second year of jujutsu high.

Although megumi would never admit it, he actually cared about Nobara–believe it or not. The two had grown as close friends, and Megumi confided in the female for a lot of advice, as the box-dye ginger had a knack for things that Megumi never had.

“Kugisaki” Megumi hummed back.

“Still not calling me by my first name?” The ginger leaned in to pull at Megumi's pale ear with her long, acrylic, manicured nails–paid for via gojo-senseis card. “ Damn prime-alpha brat, always thinkin yur the shit” she huffed, half joking.

It was the platonic love language they had developed.

“I don't–” with the flick of her hand, she parted megumis spiked up hair, rubbing it fondly, almost in a maternal-like way. Those lip-glossed lips parted in a smile to reveal a pair of whitened teeth, canine alpha markers shining in the light, the markers she had used to mark her girlfriend maki almost a year ago.

“You owe me” Nobara paused to dig out a small pink coin purse from her bag, throwing it in Megumi's hand the instant she dug it out of her bra, “get me a…..hmmmmm”

Nobara paused to think, shoes tapping the pebble encrusted floor in a rhythmless rhythm of confliction.

“ugh , it's warm” Megumi grimaces, palms grasping at the warm coin purse fabric.

“Yeah you're welcome for that, get me…. A ham sandwich! Has to be on white bread”

“And why should I?” Megumi groaned “ its way too hot and this place is isolated in the-

The box-dyed ginger pulled out her hammer, which immediately silenced Megumi, a barely audible gulp of fear echoing throughout the warm moist spring atmosphere.

It was too hot, too humid, too early to deal with Nobaras alphan shit rage.

He had seen his classmates fall victim to that metal hammer, curses never spared as victims too. 17 was too young to die, even as a sorcerer, Megumi at least wanted to make it to 18.

Megumi groaned, shoving the tiny coin purse in his pocket, walking away with a grumble of annoyance as Nobara evilly cackles in the background like the damn witch she is.

And like the gracious person he was, Megumi opens his phone to find the nearest konbini.

“Have fun!” Megumi hears the familiar clicking sound of a mobile camera, unmistakable as Nobaras phone camera, “Errand boy”

And minutes later he found himself stumbling into a tiny konbini about a 10 minute walk away, almost hidden away by the large green shrubs and trees.

Megumi had never seen it, honestly, he would have missed it if it wasn't for the illuminating lights flashing red, blue and white on the entrance.

“Itadori konbini” it read in its kanji , in cheap dazzling lights and patriotic colors.
For some reason, Megumi thinks it's a rather charming name.

Despite the tacky decoration and cute flowers decorating the outside.

He pushes the creaky door open, probably years due of a paint job and replacement, and a cute little bell chimes, echoing throughout the small establishment.

It smells like clean, the cleaning products the employee probably so dutifully cleaned the store with. The store is clean, surprising due to the raggedy appearance of the outside.

Oh well, never Judge a book by its cover.

The alphas nostrils flare up, a faint warm peachy smell invades his nose ever so slightly.

Megumi loves it.

“Oh! I’ll be there with you in a second” a soft voice calls from the room in the back.

Usually Megumi would be annoyed, but for some reason he Isn't.

There’s an illuminated wall with a selection of to-go food; onigiri, sandwiches, cookies and more. All seemed to be hand wrapped in the same, clear plastic vinyl. All of them are sealed with a cute pink flower sticker, which is what Megumi presumes is a cherry blossom.

The lanky boy leans down to grab a sandwich, all of them are halved. And even after more than a year of working and knowing Nobara closely, he’s still not sure whether Nobara would want a full sandwich, or a half sandwich.

Megumi can already predict how it’s gonna turn out.

He’ll obliviously buy a half of a sandwich and Nobara will pull at his ear and hiss,

“Why’d you get me a half of a sandwich you dumbass?! You think I’m fat or something huh?!”

Or; he’ll buy 2 halves of a sandwich and she’ll go into a fit of rage.

“Hah!? You think I’m that fat, I can’t eat all of this!”

Megumi shudders, a wave of fear flashing over him, oh well. His face was sealed as soon as he met Nobara.

Women were already difficult enough, alpha women were a whole other level of trouble.

Megumi grabs 2 halves in case. If Nobara doesn't want the other one, he can have the other one as a snack.

Megumi usually doesn't care for food like this….but this looks appetizing.

The honey ham and fresh-cut veggies are sandwiched in between 2 loaves of white milk. bread that Megumi can smell through the plastic.

700 yen, it’s a bit pricey for a sandwich, let alone half of one, but Megumi doesn't mind, it saves him the trip of finding another store that sells ham sandwiches.

The soft pitter patter of footsteps echo throughout the shoebox sized establishment.

“ ah, sorry for the wait!” A soft voice calls out, the clapping sound of their hands following them as they dust their hands off.

That warm peach smell invades the room once again. And megumi's face flushes a bright hot red. Alpha instincts flaring up.

The alpha looks up and immediately, he’s fallen hard, he’s irrevocably in love.

He’s met with the sight of a pretty omega, which is strange for Megumi, because he’s never found anyone attractive.

For years, he thought something was wrong with him. Alphas were supposed to fall in love omega after omega as the seasons changed. And especially as a prime alpha, society found it weird, the people found it weird.

Prime alphas were the peak of peak, alphas who were in top condition, the best of the best. Alphas that had insatiable libidos and ruts, alphas that had immeasurable strength, alphas that had inconsolable emotions, alphas with pheromones that rivaled and overpowered the best toxic gasses on the illegal markets.

Sure, he admits the people around him were pretty. Like Nobara, and as much as he hated to admit it, gojo. But he never really found them attractive, which was weird, weirder because he was a prime alpha. For the 17 years of his life, Megumi and the people around him thought that there was something wrong with him, a deformity, the black sheep in a herd of white ones.

Even the doctor who diagnosed him as a prime alpha was surprised.

But the omega—the deity of perfection and beauty standing right in front of him.

Megumi finds him pretty, way more than pretty, but his stupid alpha mind can’t find the words to describe it.

The sight of sunkissed tanned skin greets him; all a canvas for the small button nose similar to that of a rabbit, those plump pink heart-shaped lips, round doe eyes that have whispers of gold in pools of honey brown. And oh god, his hair is pink, like a cute little bouquet of flowers.

The missing puzzle pieces of his life find eachother and click together.

Oh god, Megumi has already face-planted head first into the concrete floor of love at first sight.

Megumis pretty sure, no is sure, that it’s illegal to jump up over that counter like a feral dog to bite the bare neck. But for some reason, he can’t stop himself from wanting to.

“Um, are you okay sir?”

The soft voice breaks him out of his minute long love trance.

“Megumi, Megumi Fushiguro” he corrects the omega, so desperate to hear his name come out those pretty pink lips.

He giggles, and Megumi doesn't even know how, but he falls even harder in love.

“Okay Fushiguro” Megumis a bit unreasonably disappointed that he didn’t use his first name, but it’s okay, it still makes Megumi hold back a purr of delight.

“ sorry, I’ve been feeling under the weather” Megumi looks scratches his neck, hoping, praying to god that he’s not blushing, looking like the reincarnation of a tomato with his pale skin.

“Oh! It is allergy season!” The country bumpkin omega hums with his cute country accent , ringing up the 2 sandwiches. Grabbing a bottle of poccari sweat from the mini fridge placed next to the cash register.

“This is on the house, Megumi”

The alpha's heart stops. His name has never sounded prettier.

“Thank you for making me laugh, it’s been really slow the past couple of weeks. I bake all the bread and stuff myself so it makes me sad when business is slow” the omega Hums, packing the items in a tiny plastic bag, and Megumi is immediately saddened.

His omega was struggling despite his hard work.

Wait, did Megumi just refer to the cashier as his omega?

Stupid alphan instincts, but for some reason, he doesn't mind—no, he’s happy with the thought of this cute stranger being his omega.

“Thank you…..” the alphas eyes scan down to the flour-covered shirt that the omega dawns. Searching for a name-tag.

Itadori yuuji.

Fuck, his name is as pretty as him.

“Yuuji” unbeknownst to Megumi, a faint blush paints yuuji's cheeks.

Megumis pretty sure—no, is sure that if the omega asked him to slaughter a thousand innocent man, he would start the request in an instant with no care in the world for the consequences.

This was dangerous, Megumi feels his canine teeth aching.

The cashier hands him his bag, and those soft hands touch his palms quickly.

It ticked, tickled his heart

As the alpha walks out the door, he hears the bell of the door ring. And then he hears yuujis voice,

“Feel better Megumi! I hope you come back soon!”

Megumi leaves the store with a soft smile on his face, and a racing heartbeat.

He’s definitely going to visit this konbini again.

And maybe bring a gift along with him.

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April 30th:

“Hey, gojo-sensei” Megumi mumbled out, caressing the cap of the poccari sweat that dangled on his neck.

In a moment of love (or desperation and stupidity), he had stolen a jewelry chain from Nobara and punched a hole into the cap.

Others thought it was tacky and ugly, but Megumi thought it was the most precious thing in the world.

Love blinded people, especially dumb prime alphas helplessly in love.

“Meguminnn!” Satoru ran up to him, and bent down to rub his cheek against his pale student's cheek.

Megumi groaned.

As much as he disliked the older alphas personality, he did have a special place in his black little heart for him.

Satoru had raised him, a reasonable price for slaughtering his wandering bum father. And as much as he hated to admit it; Megumi did see the older alpha as a parental figure.

They both were prime alphas, and gojo answered the embarrassing questions that a quick google didn’t answer. Prime alphas were so rare anyway.

“Give me an allowance” Megumi grumbled, straight to the point, pushing the teacher off him.

Megumi wasn’t dirt poor like his bum father, but he wasn’t swimming in money either, but Satoru certainly was.

Megumi was never materialistic, only spending his mission money on the bare minimum and the rare luxury once in a while. But, the thought of yuuji reviving something expensive from Megumi made his heart flutter and skip a beat.

What would he say? Would he blush? Would he smile?

He needs yuuji so bad, his life depends on it, it’s not even funny anymore.

“Oh?” Satoru pouted, “ Is the money from missions not enough?” Satoru paused to pinch his cheeks, “you selfish boy”

“ I want to buy something” Megumi averts his gaze and looks away in embarrassment, “ for someone”

The hot pink blush invading his pale skin certainly doesn't go unnoticed by Satoru.

“Oh?” Satoru grins “ MEGUMIIII! My Megumi is in love-

“Shut up old man!” Megumi slaps his hand over satorus yapping mouth. He certainly does not need Nobara and all of jujutsu high to hear about his newly flourished love life.

“ Tell me something about them” Satoru plucks his wallet out from his pants pocket, “ each thing you tell me is a good 10000 yen!”

Megumi scowls, sometimes he forgets how idiotic his mentor is.

“ he’s…cute” that’s all Megumi can muster, because his dumb alpha hormone riddled mind is too lost fantasizing and visualizing every pretty thing about yuuji.

“So a he! Continue?” Satoru brings out a hefty 10000 yen and slaps it onto the table

Megumi looks at satorus curious, dumbass dunce face. And his love trance is broken.

Gojo always ruined everything.

“ do I have to do this?” Megumi groans. And Satoru just laughs, walking over to Megumi's twin-sized bed, patting the spot next to him. And Megumi reluctantly sits down with a groan.

“Do you like him?” Satoru asks

“ too much” Megumi buries his face in his hands, “I’m in love with him, so much that it hurts”

Satoru coos.

“What do you like about him”

“He’s pretty” Megumi immediately snaps back as if he’s offended with satorus whole being. “ he’s so so pretty, he’s nice, he’s….he’s perfect”

A ring of black engulfs his deep blue eyes, only a thin ring of deep sea blue remaining in his feline-like eyes, a crazed look as his alpha limits are pushed through the max.

Satoru chuckles, chuckles turn into wild laughter that echo and boom throughout the small dorm.

“What should I do gojo-sensei? '' Megumi mumbles.

“ use the Satoru Gojo charm! Ask for his number, use a pick-up line, buy him something nice!”

Satoru digs out his card from his black leather wallet and slaps it in Megumi's hand.

“ go get ‘em!”

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As long as yuji could remember, his life felt so fulfilling yet unfulfilling.

His parents were long gone. But it was okay. “You are a blessed child” his grandpa would always tell him. It became a tradition of some sorts, Counting his blessings in his life before routinely. Almost like a prayer, it soothed yuuji. When he was just a small pup, yuuji stayed up for hours just counting his blessings.

He was the luckiest pup in the world.

His earliest memories consisted of him and his beloved grandpa in his pride and joy, itadori konbini.

When he was young the memories consisted of The ripest, juiciest watermelons In the summer. Devoured on the cold tiled floor with a lingering scent of lavender floor cleaner from the bulk business store. And pre made chicken Katsu convince meals Next to an old rusty space heater that would burn you if you dare touch it. All accompanied by the Sounds of old Japanese music on the radio, the constant chatter of his brother and grandfather over the forgotten talk show on the tv, the head pats given to him by passing by customers, and the warm scent of his alpha Brother and grandpa

This. This is what gave him fulfilment as a toddler pup, he was never alone. Itadori Yuji had so many blessings to count.

When he was grade school age. His life changed, not Much, but drastically for a 6 year old pup.

He was finally allowed to help. Cutting out coupons with his tiger themed plastic safety scissors, pounding bread dough along with his tiny hands in a attempt to keep up with his alpha family members, greeting customers with a smile full of honey and finally, getting rewarded with a rainbow sucker from the candy rack.

Maybe it was because he was so young, or maybe it was because yuuji was so distracted from his content life. That he failed to notice the rise of arguing in his house. Still, yuuji counted his blessings everyday.

And as the months and years went by, is when yuujis bubble pops. Piece by piece, sliver by sliver.

Scary men come to his House, berating his grandpa and nii-san for money. What was once his strong alpha grandpa who could lift 3 boxes with one arm struggles to carry 3 boxes with 2 arms. What was once a colourful pantry in their house becomes replaced with cheap instant ramen. Yuuji cant comprehend anything, he can’t comprehend how everything hits him like a speeding truck.

Soon his Brother goes on unknown work trips that take weeks. The lights of his house cease to work. His grandpa shuffles insteads of jogs. His body goes through painful, unexplainable changes. And then, his grandpa collapses.
Still, he has a family, what greater blessing is there.

13 is when yuujis world crumbles.

His brother’s pale, warm hand lay on top of his. The smell of rubbing alcohol puts an odd feeling in the out of yuujis belly. The flickering fluorescent lights somehow intensify in his imagination. A whimper leaves yuujis throat as a coated doctor opens the door and enters.

His nii-san grips his hand.

“Im sorry to inform you that-

Yuujis ears ring, his thighs tremble, his lips quiver, his hands are clammy.

“Your grandpa is fighting very shaky odds. He will need to be stationed 24/7 in our senior care home for a slight chance to get bette- no, For him to survive”

A payment plan on a brown corkscrew clipboard is slid towards him and his brother. With too many bolded zeros to comprehend, all with the lethal Finishing blow of a dollar sign.

The doctor mumbles an awkward apology Before walking out, his lanyard jingling.

For the first time in his life, he hears a quiver in his brother’s Voice.

A strong, Tall, lean alpha that yuuji idolized his whole life. A alpha that would defend others with his words and fists. A alpha yuuji wanted to present into. The ideal standard of an alpha. The epitome of the word “alpha”

His eyes meet his brothers, both watery. Both red and tired.

“D-dont worry yuuji, Everything will be j-just fine”

Yuji forgets to count his blessings that day

Everything is not fine.

His older brother was always gone. And yujis workload increased by tenfold.

A week ago he was virtually care free. Now? Now he was learning the meal recipes, cooking all of them at once, Hurriedly stocking shelves, mopping and sweeping floors and tending to customers at the same time.

But still, yuuji still keeps a tradition of counting his blessings Before bed everyday.

Yuji loves school, he’s not good at school but Still, he loves it. With his brother gone Yuji is always lonely. But school warms his bleeding heart.

It’s a weird schedule for a 13 year old. Leaving school early to tend to the store and attending night classes on the weekends to make up for the classes he cuts during the weekday.

School is great! All the girls love him, he braids all of the girls hair and they sit in a circle and gossip as laughter echoes in the field. Yuji loves to make people laugh. Although his grades make him frown.

In first period science he sits next to the window. First period starts at 9 Am so the suns shines as bright as his ambition. The view is breathtaking, but Yuji is not sure if the view is that gorgeous or if it’s appealing because it’s a distraction from the torture that is science.

There’s a big cherry blossom tree, that has grown for decades. The petals, a soft pink that makes yuuji blush dance along with the rhythm of the wind. Next to it is a trio of finches, 2 big and one small. The biggest finch with almost grey feather always pecks at the babies eye, whereas the other dark finch squawks at the grey one. Which makes his heart yearn for his family. Yuuji yearns for things to go back to the way they were. A Carefree loving family.

He yearns to the point where his heart bleeds. “Maybe I just miss grandpa, I should visit the care home”

But Still, yuuji will count these finches in his blessings.

“It’s a sign for the future, a sign of Hope” Yuji tells himself internally, Heart warming, cheeks glowing a soft hue of pink. He hums, smiling

His trance is broken by a loud boom of laughter from the class.

“Itadori kun?” His teacher raises an eyebrow.

He looks away from the window, the Whole class is Looking at him.

His blush turns a bright red.
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It’s a winters night when everything somehow gets worse.

It’s 8pm and his ni san is gone as usual.

The air is sharp, cold and stinging. The weather has not been kind to itadori yuuji. The kitchen and living area is in the basement of the konbini, so Naturally it runs colder. The space heater downstairs broke and the other space heater upstairs in the konbini is built in the wall so he can’t move it. His joins feel like they are gonna snap like ice, yuuji winces at the pain in his cold fingers as he kneads the bread dough. Yuji is wearing 3 layers of clothes and yet he feels the weather through his bones. It makes him ache and cry, but they can’t dare to buy a new one.

Yuuji cant dare burden his older brother.

He wraps the dough in Saran Wrap and cuts the fresh baked honey ham he had made for sandwiches, Putting all of it in stained old Tupperware. He leaves the unappealing butt end of the ham behind for Choco.

The smell of freshly baked honey roast ham fills the small basement, and warms his heart. Using a pair of worn out scissors, he cuts the ham in itty bitty pieces. And as if it was almost on cue, he hears the pitter patter of tiny feet.

Yuuji looks back and sees a black cat meowing at him, blue feline eyes staring back at him.

His grandpa always had an affection for cats, as long as yuuji could remember there would always be a cat living in the Konbini to ward off mice and eat any pests that may come in. Their last cat had passed from old age, and just as yuuji was mourning his grandpa came back to the konbini with a tiny Black cat the size of his palm.

“The neighbours gave me her, Aint she pretty yuuji?” Grandpa holds her by the scruff, and the kitty meows, eyes still shut tight.

Yuuji takes the kitty in his hand, admiring the tiny thing.

“Her mom is one hell of a brat! Always getting knocked up before mr. Tanaka can spay her. Thankfully she only had 2 in this litter, so he was nice enough to give me this one”

The cat’s dark fur reminds him of his brother, and a bar of dark bittersweet chocolate.

“So yuuji? What are you gonna name her?”

Chocos obnoxious meow brings him out of his flashback.

“Choco chan! Waittt!” Yuuji whies while The cat jumps up at him, pawing at his leg.

Greedy little thing.

Yuji takes choco in his arms, embracing the Natrual warmth of the cat. Feeding the spoiled cat each piece of ham.

“How come you’re never cold huh?!” Yuji coos at the cat

“Mreowwww”

“What does that mean?” Yuji asks, getting up and washing his hands to prepare a bowl of fried rice for his brother.

Yuuji was never Sure if Choso would come back and eat it but his meals never went to waste. If Choso hadn’t dropped by to eat it Yuji would reheat it and eat it for breakfast. On the rare occasion that he did, he would leave a thank you note for yuuji with a hand drawn Heart. Yuji Kept these sticky notes in his phone case.

His brother had been gone for a week now. Some nights he would come home just to rest while yuuji was sleeping and get up and leave for work before yuuji even got up. But more often he would just never come home. Yuuji missed him so dearly, his heart longed for his grandpa and brother.

A lot of time he would sleep in his brother’s tiny, twin sized bed to fall asleep to his scent. It was comforting to yuuji, his brother’s bitter sweet scent would soothe him ever since he was a baby pup. Yuuji had yet to present, so his scent was just that of plain sweet milk.

“I’ll probably be a beta choco” yuuji hums, thinking about his presentation. It was due soon. His grandpa and brother were alphas, but yuuji was more timid, more shy, and smaller in build. For a while, yuuji was jealous of their intimidating demeanours. But as choso reassured him; “You are a sweet child Yuji, that is special enough”.

Now, yuuji does not mind being kind and sweet. All the girls and nurses love him!

Choco meows Back, following Yuji into his tiny bedroom. The pitter patter of their feet synchronized.

“Is it just warmer in my room?” Yuji mumbles while taking off the first layer of clothes he wore. For some unknown reason an unfamiliar heat filled his body that was starting to overpower the harsh winter weather. His ears started ringing, hands clammy.

“Am I sick?” Yuuji whimpers, everything is suddenly so hot, he feels as if he’s on fire. He misses his grandpa, he misses his brother.

The cat flees the room and yuuji barely musters enough strength to close the door and lock it. And that’s when it hits him, a flash of heat and pain in his abdomen, as quick and hot as a bullet.

“Argh! Oww- it’s hot!” Yuuji screams as he collapses to the floor, quickly scrambling to just strip down to his underwear. Clutching his abdomen, it feels like a hot iron was dropped on his raw Stomach.

He’s barely able to crawl to his own bed. Sobbing hot tears that were never ending.

Suddenly, a smell. A smell that he’s never smelt before.

Peaches arise from the scent of milk. Sweet peaches smothered in syrup along side sweet vanilla cream. It’s overwhelming, he’s never smelt this before. It’s coming From him.

Yuuji whimpers in shock as he feels a gush of a strange substance that he can only best describe as “wet” floods his thighs.

A curious hand travels down to his wet briefs. He doesn’t want to know, but he needs to know.

“Ahnnn!” Yuuji screams. It’s hot, wet and sticky. His tan shaky hands hover towards the source of the heat.

And to his horror, beneath his cock is a slit, a slit that was never there before. A rub is all it takes for him to jolt in pleasure.

And suddenly flashbacks of the stories his omegan friends tell him about their presentation flash back in his mind.

No, he can’t accept it.

And Before he can even muster out a scream of horror and pain. He hears the old wood stairs creak and he hears a familiar deep Voice.

“Yuuji? Yuuji baby im home!”

The stomping of heavy Black combat boots echoes throughout the tiny basement. The smell of dark chocolate and whiskey floods the house. The sound of footsteps stop at his door.

A jolt of pain hits yuuji, his sweaty palm covers his mouth, muffling out his painful screams.

Yuuji thinks of his brother. His hard working Who worked countless hours bringing home money to sustain their grandpas expensive bills for the care home and health treatments. His selfless brother that would do Anything as long as yuuji said it; no matter the cost, no matter the effort.

Scent patches, suppressants, heat supplies, heat medicine. He can’t burden choso with this, he can’t-

“Yuuji baby? Are you asleep?” The alpha turns the rusty metal door knob. It barely turns as it’s locked.

“I know you can’t hear this because you’re sleeping but im sorry okay? Grandpas trial medicine is life changing but it’s expensive. Are you mad at me sweetheart? Are you ignoring me?”

Yuuji Let’s out a chocked sob of pain and misery behind his palm, the scent of peaches intensifying in the small bare bones bedroom.

“I promise to take you out for hotpot and—

Choso suddenly stops talking, as if he’s being interrupted by an unknown force. Choso sniffs.

Everything is hazy, everything Hurts. And his brother’s Words go in one ear and out the other.

“Yuuji?! Where is this scent coming from?! Open the door!” Choso demands, rattling the door knob

Yuuji sobs, curling as tight as he can into a ball.

Hot, In pain, in misery, all alone.

The door kicks open, choso is speechless.

Yuuj sobs, too embarrassed to look at him. Then he passes out from pain.

That night choso carries yuuji in his arms, running around for 30 minutes desperately Trying to find any form of help.

Yuuji forgets to count his blessings that night.

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April 20th

It’s been around 3 years since he’s presented. Life has gotten better, yuuji is fulfilled, but something leaves him yearning for more.

Yuuji had to drop out 2 years ago, Much to his brothers and grandpas protests. Daily scent patches for all of his scent glands would a cost a fortune the itadoris did not have. Plus, running the store full time along with school was just not possible. Plus…..

“Our institution dosent approve of…..your kind”

Yuuji is whimpers at the flashback. Hands sticky with muffin batter.

Who cares if some stupid old fart doesn’t like him!! Grandpa and choso love him, the nurses love him, the old neighbours who would stop by here frequently loved him, and so did their grand pups!

It’s been a slow month for yuuji. The weather is hot and humid, so humid that a minute outside would leave you sticky and exhausted. So most everyone is ordering food instead of Buying it. So other than the occasional Lost tourist and sweaty man on a hike, the konbini was practically an empty haven.

The bell he had bought at a yard sale From his elderly neighbour taped at the door with pink washi tape rings. A unmistakable sound for yuuji.

His heart skips a beat! A customer!

“Oh! I’ll be there with you in a second” yuuji coos. He can’t wait to see Who it was.

Was it mr or Mrs tanaka? His sweet elderly neighbours that would ruffle his hair and call him a good omega for taking care of his grandpas pride and joy? Or would it be the sweet grand pups of the elderly neighbours around the store that would make yuujis omega croon, running up to yuuji with crumpled dollar bills From their piggy banks to buy one of yuuji itadoris famous sweet treats.

Or is it a new customer? Yuuji cant wait!

Yuuji giggles, licking the rest of the blueberry muffin mix off his finger and shoving it in the pre heated oven. Quickly scrambling to wash his sticky hands.

He can hear the soft pitter patter of feet harmonizing with the sound of him washing his hands. The smell of flower scented hand soap and the smell of an unfamiliar musky cedar lavender scent synchronize together too.

Yuji practically jogs up the stairs, excited.

The smell intensifies and yuuji spots a head of unruly black hair. The owner of this unique hair do is tall and looks young From the back. He’s tall, almost as tall as his nii san, and that was a great accomplishment! He’s lanky but also built, long built arms. And he’s wearing what he can only assume is a dark blue school uniform.

Yuuji sniffs the air and purrs at the alphas cedar scent. But not in a Way he would purr at the comforting scent of his brother and grandpa. This is different, but not a bad different. Yuuji likes this, he wants this scent to be near him forever.

Yuuji breaks out of his trance,

“Ah! Sorry for the wait!” The anonymous alpha turns around.

Honey brown eyes meet dark blue ones. They both stare at each other in silence

Yuujis World stops.

Handsome is not a good enough Word to describe him. His deep ocean eyes almost pierce yuuji.

He has a angled jaw line, a sharp nose, thick long black eyelashes and those eyes

They are the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Yuuji blushes from head to toe and his body goes warm.

The alpha is still staring at him.

Yuji could scream.

“Um, are you okay sir?” Those long dark eyelashes blink.

“Megumi, Megumi Fushiguro” the alpha says serious. And the seriousness makes yuji giggle because he finds it so funny and cute.

They then have a conversation that ends with both of them smiling and Megumi walking away with a free poccari sweat.

And as the bell rings as the alpha closes the door yuuji smiles.

“Megumi huh? Dosent that mean blessing?” Yuuji thinks, blushing

Chapter Text

“Don’t eat all of it in one sitting baby!” Yuuji coos.

Megumis sitting at the small table in the Konbini, meant for customers who wanted to eat their meals in the Konbini. He had been visiting everyday after his missions with small gifts for at least a hour for over a week now. Sitting at the small foldable table meant for two.

No one would describe Megumi as a good talker or a listener but Megumis not in the itadori konbini. His alter ego is in here; his helplessly, irrevocably in love alter ego. Maybe this is his true self, because Megumi is high on ectasty when he’s with yuuji. They talk, talk for hours which seem like seconds for Megumi. And a smile, a smile no one has ever seen graces his face for hours to a point where his face hurts from smiling.

Yuujis hugging some small brat with a clear plastic bag of cookies in his hand, cheek rubbing the pups face. He’s squatting down to meet the pups eyes, and the pup is smitten with yuuji.

Who isn’t?

“He’s so pretty, so maternal” Megumi blushes to himself, hiding his face with this lanky fingers. Yuuji is just wearing shorts and a tanktop, a flimsy pink apron accompanying everything. Which allows Megumi to admire yuuji; tan milky skin, plump flesh where it’s most desirable, built tan arms, and pink lips.

Everything about yuuji is so pink, Including the pink blush he inflicts on Megumi.

But what paralyzes Megumi the most are those eyes.

Honey brown, just like his undercut. They aren’t just normal brown eyes though. They almost have a gradient in them, a gradient of soft and dark browns all melted into a glass marble. And if you look close enough (which Megumi has done too many times to count), there are gold flakes swimming in his eyes.

It’s a pool Megumi would be glad to drown in.

Even the gods would fall for him.

At night, he closes his eyes. One, twice, trice. Trying to paint yuujis face in his mind to feel less lonely and to cure his yearning. But his imagination cant even come close to fully represent the beauty that is itadori yuuji. Megumi yearns so hard it hurts. He finds himself mumbling his name again and again every night.

Itadori Yuuji, itadori yuuji, itadori yuuji, Itadori Yuuji……..

Until it turns into fushiguro yuuji.

Everything about him is perfect, except his last night. Fushiguro suits him more.

The pup thanks him, and nuzzles yuujis chest as his tiny arms wrap around yuujis waist.

“Stupid brat” Megumi thinks, huffing.

“It shouldve been me” Megumi sulks, stabbing his fork into the stuffed crepes yuuji had made him. Glaring at the brat.

Megumis too busy sulking to notice the soft “plop” of someone sitting in front of him.

“Is it yummy fushiguro?” A soft voice breaks him out of his trance.

Megumi looks up.

Those honey brown marbles make eye contact with him, 24 karat flakes of eyes swimming in his pupils. Pink, heart shaped lips forming into a pout.

Megumi is gonna die. It will be a honourable death.

 

“It’s delicious….” Megumi blushes. It’s the truth though; megumi has never been one for sweets because that albino ancient nag had ruined his fondness for sweets but yuujis cooking was godly.

Megumi had never had a big appetite. Usually he only Ate to sustain and fuel himself, he had developed the habit when he grew up dirt poor with tsumiki watching over him. Maybe it was the filter of love drugging but Yuujis food was one of the insatiable things that Megumi yearned from yuuji.

He visited multiple times a day and had bought multiple things From the konbini and Megumi had devoured each one. It had gotten to a point where his pants were getting tighter…..

“Im glad! I made the recipe but it’s not very convenient to sell!” Yuuji sighs, resting his cheek on a tanned hand. Megumi smiles, Still chewing on the fluffy crepes.

“Hey fushiguro?” Yuuji asks, face pink from the heat.

“Hmm?” Megumi hums

“your name means blessing right? It’s such a pretty name, Who named you that?” Yuuji asks, pink eyelashes batting.

And for once Megumi likes his name. He’s always has been told it sounded like a girls. From people asking him why he was named that to the usual stupid “Oh! That’s a girls name”.

Plus…. The person who gave him that name…

For once Megumi likes his name

“My father did” Megumi curtly replies, still staring at yuujis entrancing eyes.

“What is he like? I’d imagine the visual genes are strong” yuuji asks.

“Actually, I don’t know” Megumi replies, yuuji letting out a curious hum

“ he’s dead” Megumi awkwardly mumbles out, “both of my parents are, I have no memories of them”

And for the first time in his life; when he tells people about this information, he dosent get a look of pity. Megumi gets a look of compassion and acknowledgement. Yuuji Lets out a soft smile.

“ mine too! We have a lot in common fushiguro!” Yuuji grabs his hand. Megumi discreetly moves his hand up so the scent gland on his wrist touches his, greedily scenting eachother

Deep sea blue meets honey brown.

“I hate when I tell people that and they make it all awkward ya know? I never knew my parents too so I don’t really mourn them, I don’t know anything about them so the only thing I really mourn is the concept of having parents and that’s only sometimes! I don’t really have anything to mourn about, I’m not a pity party!”

Maybe it’s the filter of love speaking, but Megumi has never related to someone more

 

“ but I had jiisan and nii san to raise me! We never had Much but they loved me so much! I felt so rich, even now when I’m alone most of the time” yuuji pouts “My grandpa and brother are alphas and all the people I know I can only count on one hand so it felt isolating being a omega! My grandpas in the care home down the street next to the family tailor shop, and my brother is Always gone to work for treatment for our grandpa. I don’t really have any friends and business is often slow so……” yuuji breaks eye contact looks away at the window, face pink tickling Megumis palm with his pinky finger.

“Im really glad you’re visiting me everyday, Megumi” yuuji makes eye contact with him and lets out a beautiful smile.

Megumi is speechless, entranced, jaw opened.

Megumi cant look away. And for once in his life he wants— no, needs to be greedy.

He had been told his whole life that sorcerers were banned from indulging in personal pleasure. He never told anyone how he secretly looked at university websites on his phone, envied the high schoolers on the street who had freedom or just had wished to never had been “blessed” with his technique. He had known that sorcerers were doomed from the start , it had been drilled his head ever since he has agreed to step into this god fearing industry, all for tsumiki. But last year, his reason for becoming a sorcerer had become obsolete, his heart had been ripped out of chest. But now? He feels small embers where his heart once was spark up again, he has a heart thats bleeding and beating again. And oh how it bleeds for yuuji. Megumi wants to be greedy, he needs to be. This—, itadori yuuji was someone, something he was willing to die for 1000 times over again.

“I- I’m more glad…..yuuji” Megumi mumbles out, scent flying wild all over the place. Megumi was more than grateful to breathe the same air as this diety.

Both of them don’t realize it but, their faces are both glowing pink.

They sit there like that, scent glands pressing together, playing with eachothers fingers for at least 5 minutes.

Suddenly yuuji gasps and hurriedly stands.

“Oh look at The time! I have to prepare to close the store!” Yuuji fumbles with his apron and stands up with shaky legs.

Megumi looks at the window and the realization hits him that it’s dark outside. How long have they been talking anyway? Megumi checks his phone.

8:30, they had been talking for over 2 hours. It didn’t even feel like 2 minutes. Megumis mood instantly sours looking at the texts on his Lock Screen.

GOJO SENSEI: heyyyy, where are you?
6:15

GOJO SENSEI: oh 😳 oh I see……
7:00

“See what?” Megumi grumbles, complaining as he scrolls down.

GOJO SENSEI: wear a condom! 😏
7:01

Megumi blushes and shoves his phone back in his pocket. Gojo shouldn’t put these thoughts in his teenage mind.

To think Gojo would think of him as someone to so quickly defile an omega without properly courting them first. It irritates Megumi.

He is in love, he is not an animal.

Megumi goes up the convenient meal section and pics up multiple lunch boxes and a clear plastic bag of matcha cookies. He intentionally chooses the most expensive items to make yuuji happy, anything for yuuji.

He walks up to the counter, a bit sad that their day is about to end.

Then, an evil little Voice in the back of his mind that sounds oddly a lot like gojo sneers.

“What are you doing?! Make your move on him!!” Megumis heart beats so fast that it might send him to the emergency room.

With shaky hands, he places the items on the counter.

“Is that all?” the omega asked ringing up the neatly wrapped ham sandwich.

“No”

“ oh? Do you need something from behind the counter fushiguro?--

 

“Your number, I wanna leave the store with it”

Pure silence fills the konbini, Megumi is horrified.

“God, please kill me, I’m ready” Megumi tells himself closing his eyes, bracing himself for a sinkhole to swallow him.

Something breaks the silence, a sound of something being placed on the counter. Megumi opens his eyes.

A phone is being slid towards him, and yuuji is blushing and looking away.

Wait,

He’s blushing?

The evil little voice inside his head seems to let out a “HOORAY!” As he picks up the phone.

The phone is old, like really old, it seems like something the ancient nag could’ve used when he was younger. It’s an old model, smaller than his hand and the button is cracked and the phone case is yellowed.

Megumi gives himself a mental note to buy yuuji a new phone as a more extravagant courting gift one day and types his number in.

ITADORI YUUJI: hi

He sends himself a message on yuujis phone so neither of them will loose eachothers number. Megumi hands yuujis phone back, blush creeping throughout his whole body.

Megumi pulls out a keychain with a cute Doe eyed tiger with glittery star beads dangling with it from his pocket, something he had bought from the city on a mission.

“This is for you” Megumi places it in his tan hands, “ have a good night, yuuji”

Megumi quickly walks out the konbini, because if he stays in there he will combust.

Megumi will heat up, combust, and all of Japan will be in a crisis because he has caught the whole damn country will have caught on fire.

As soon as he steps out the konbini he screams silently like a middle school girl, quickly pulling out his phone, saving yuujis number as a contact. He sets the name

“Yuuji <3”

Megumi is known as the epitome of nonchalant.

So hopefully no one can see the wide ass grin on his face right now.

Megumi looks up at the night sky. For some reason, it looks more beautiful than usual. The night has gotten cold, it’s not as hot and humid as it was in the morning. “It’s the perfect weather for a smoke” Megumi mumbles, pulling the pack of smokes and lighter out of his left pocket. A bad habit he picked up from Ieiri-san to cope.

He puts the cigarette in his mouth, covering the lighter with his hand to block out the wind. The warm nicotine coursing through his body makes him appreciate the scenery more. The stars seem to gleam and twinkle, it’s beautiful

But not as beautiful as Yuuji.

Suddenly He hears the heavy fast paced pitter patter of feet and smells the smell he adores most in the world.

Megumi suddenly puts out his cigar on the lamp post and flicks it on the floor and stomps it out with his boot.

“FUSHIGUROO!” Megumi turns around and sees yuuji running towards him. His face is flushed from running and his apron has been discarded. Leaving yuuji shivering in his tanktop and shorts.

“I live in the basement of the konbini so-“ yuuji huffs, still out of breath. “You’re always allowed to hang out after with me and stay for the night!…. Do you wanna stay over tommorow-

“Yes.” Megumi cuts him off, and he swears all of Japan could hear his eagerness.

Yuuji giggles, “okay! It’s settled then!” His Arms crossed to try to battle the cold.

Megumis heart aches.

Without a second thought Megumi unzips his uniform jacket, taking it off and Putting it on yuujis shoulders. Megumi leans towards him and zips up the jacket for him.

“Stay warm, yuuji”

Yuuji smiles back, running back to the konbini.

Megumi practically skips back to the dorms, heart warm. Usually he’d be cold with goosebumps, but he finds himself so warm, so content.

Megumi opens the door and tosses his shoes on the shoe rack, ready to close his eyes and imagine a life with yuuji.

How perfect.

When Megumi was younger, he fantasized about his “perfect” life.

He wouldn’t have any sorcerer responsibilities- no, he wouldn’t be a sorcerer at all period. He would go to a university on a scholar ship ofcourse, Megumis always been smart. And maybe he would’ve become a vet, living in an apartment in peace with a dog or two (or four).

But now, all he can fantasize about yuuji in his life. Any life with yuuji would be absolutely divine. It didn’t matter if he was a dirt poor street beggar, a punching dummy or even an animal. As long as he had yuuji by his side in every universe, he was more than content.

“Did you have fun Megumi?” A obnoxious voice snarks out, Megumi looks up.

Ugh,

“Oh where’s your jacket? You animal” gojo teases, smirking.

“Shut up you leech, Im not horndog” Megumi picks up a slipper and throws it at him and collapses on bed. Gojo sits on the edge of the bed, and pats the area next to him signaling Megumi to sit. Megumi grumbles, shuffling and huffing as his sits down next to gojo who just stares out the window.

Megumis never seen him like this….

“It’s okay to be in love, Megumi” Megumis ears perk up, suddenly turning to stare at gojo.

“Has he gone mad?!” Megumi internally screams. Megumi shuts his eyes, Not ready for a cringy lecture

But suddenly, Gojos expression becomes…. Serious.

“Love is a sorcerers burden, ever heard that before?” Gojo sighs ans breathes in.

He’s seen gojo kill thousands of curses big or small, so to see the strongest sorcerers words fumble on mere words is rather interesting….

“ I had someone I loved once, more than anything Megumi. And the only thing I regret is making myself fear falling in love with him. If I had….if I had just ignored everyone and followed my instincts. Then maybe, just maybe all my memories of him would be mostly joyful” gojo breathes in, eyes staring outside.

Megumis never seen him like this, he’s never seen him so…. Sincere.

“I know you are scared, and to that I say dont be!” Gojo smiles “Those old higher up nags say that love weakens you, that If you have nothing to loose you fight harder” gojo smiles again and looks down, he’s smiling yet Megumi senses sorrow.

“But I think, if you have someone to fight for. Then you unlock your whole potential” gojo grins as Megumis eyes water.

“It’s okay to be selfish Megumi”

“Shut up old man” Megumi grumbles, collapsing on bed, turning away from gojo.

“By the way” Megumi groans, not ready for another speech

“If you’re gonna court him have you even asked the gaurdian in his life? It’s practically illegal not to with omegas”

Megumi sits up right away

“Shit”

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Megumis shaking his legs, standing outside a care home room with a bouquet of flowers in his arm and a packet of herbal candy medicine in the other.

“This is definitely him” Megumi thinks, the name tag “itadori” is outside the slightly open door.

Through the crack of the door he sees the crumpled face of an old man with grey hair and age spots freckled on his face frowning at the TV. Megumi does not see the family resemblance.

He stares, stares until the vision of the old man is burned into his head.

“Is this even worth it? I’ll court yuuji even if he says no, whats the point?” Megumi sighs to himself.

And before he can even muster enough courage to step inside, he hears the old man yell.

“Who the fuck are you?!”

Chapter Text

“Tsumiki, it’s been a while,” Megumi softly whispers.
Megumi had just finished talking to yuujis old man, and had walked to the grave yard nearby where his sister had been laid to rest.

There’s no reply. But for some reason, it ceases to hurt Megumi as much as it did before, and Megumi knows exactly why. He stood there, fingers cold as his eyes gazed down. The thought of seeing his sister rest in a place where she had not been deserving of paining him. Megumi had visited countless times, yet this time it was almost different.
After the Shibuya ordeal and his sister’s death Megumi was constantly in pain. The mental anguish was so bad that it caused great physical pain to Megumi Constantly. Limbs as frail as porcelain, every minor action he took in life made him painfully crack. The desire to live, the desire to function was non existent. Getting out of bed was painful, eating was painful, walking was painful, living itself was excruciatingly painful. But as clique as it sounded, yuuji elevated everything for Megumi.
Suddenly, Megumi saw in colour. Almost as if the world had flipped over on its ass. Everything changed. Megumi had a reason to wake up, a reason to live.

Yuuji is his reason. Megumi envisions a life with him countless times a day. In this dream world, they live in a humble flat; Yuujis diligently washes dishes with the sun gleaming on those brown-gold pools. Megumi would greet him from behind, hands resting on That sculpted waist, tall nose bridge pressed into yuujis tanned neck to greet the out of his league deity with a fond kiss. 2 bowls of breakfast lay on the dining table, 2 pairs of house slippers lay in front of the door, 2 pairs of toothbrushes sit in a cup in the washroom. Additionally in his dream paradise, there’s a pair (or two) of additional feet running around the house, fat cheeked pups who inherited yuujis breathtaking eyes, his spawn, the product of their love crafted in his goddesses womb. Their living room would be open so in the afternoons they can sway to sappy romantic music, and their bedrooms filled with a melody of scents from their love making. Megumi has envisioned it so many times that his brains gone numb.

Yuuji is a drug. A drug far too dangerous for him to consume as much as he does, but yet he does, Megumi indulges selfishly. WIth the ecstasy that hit a thousand times more effective than nicotine and a kick more than any substance on planet earth.
Megumi closes his eyes and thinks of a simpler time. Back before he met gojo, back when his hands were smaller and had no scars, back when it was just him and tsumiki. When it was just the two of them in the small rusty rented room life was so simple. Instant ramen shared between the both of them in the mornings, walking to school with the smell of sunlight wafting in the air together, coming home to the tiny room and falling asleep on the soft thin futons. Megumi recalls summoning his frog Shikigami to make tsumiki squeal and cry and run around the small room like her life depended on it.
A simple life back then. The smell of stale fabric, the sticky air, the neglected plumbing system of the small room. Oddly, it was content.
Megumi sits on the grass next to the stone headstone engraved “fushiguro” in bold font. Lanky pale hands caressing the cold headstone. Life was so cruel yet so odd.

“Tsumiki” Megumi mumbles, staring at the picture on the headstone. Her hair is tied up in her usual hairstyle in the photo, a soft smile on her face that is as sweet as she would. The photos are a school Photo that the school took for her id. She’s wearing pink glittery lipgloss, a lipgloss that a young megumi discreetly stole from the drugstore as a gift for his sister.

“I’ve found……” Megumi pauses for a second, oh how tsumiki would laugh.

“I’ve found someone I love”, Megumi pulls out his phone, pulling up a selfie Yuuji took for his contact profile picture. Megumi really just asked for the photo for him to start a shrine on his phone.
He’s smiling, like always, a smile that makes you squint from the brightness even through the screen. His Doe brown eyes are slightly crinkled and steal his soul through the screen with his freckles as he smiles, flower pink lips perked up in a cute smile. Yuuji is the epitome of beauty, an innocent deity that makes flowers shyly wilt in shame from his beauty. The embodiment of radiance, an angel that had somehow landed on earth and graced megumi with his time and presence. His hair is ruffled and pink, like a bouquet of flowers. Megumi wonders what world shattering milestones and deeds he had done in his past life to even be blessed with such a person? How many angels had to fall for a once in a century beauty to be spawned in the world with such a big heart that bled empathy and kindness?
Megumi pulls up the picture and places the phone in front of tsumikis tombstone.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” Megumi smiles.
“ He’s gorgeous, kind, hard working, and his cooking is so good that I need to wear my belt looser these days” there's a pregnant pause.

“ I got his old man’s approval” megumi hums “it took an hour of arguing back and forth but I did it, that ancient nag almost caused me an early death” megumi whimpers, thinking of the nag session the old man had thrown at him. He had just visited the old man a few hours ago yet the lecture still jogs around in his head. Honestly despite the irritation megumi felt during the lecture, he still finds some humour in it. The nag had given him 3 rules that he had drilled in Megumi's head with a scowl on his face.

1.) Don’t break his heart
2.) Don’t knock him up.
3.) DO NOT KNOCK HIM UP.

The conversation makes him chuckle. It was obvious the old nag cared, in his own special way. Yuuji was obviously special, isolated. Raised by 2 alphas who had known jack squat about omegas. The old man was not cushy about sharing details about Yuuji's upbringing, but from what he could tell, it was rich and full of love.

Megumi closes his eyes, embracing the wind. And for a moment, Megumi swears the wind embraces him back. It’s comforting, and maybe its Megumis delusion from countless nights of insomnia but it feels like a weightless presence that once belonged to his sister hugging him.

“ if you were still here you would say he’s too good for me, I know” megumi opens his eyes ping ponging in between his phone and the grey stone headstone.

“But….. I need him, I will court him. And I will wait as long as I need to for his reciprocation.” That was true, even if Megumi had to wait until he was an old and grey hag he would, he would happily. Megumi turns off his phone and shoves it in his pocket. The silence is chilling yet comforting, but he can feel his sister's black eyes gazing down upon him fondly.
Megumi had many regrets, but one of the greatest ones he had was making tsumiki worry for most of their time together. Before Tsumiki had fallen ill, Megumi constantly stirred fights in his school and dismissed his sisters lecturing as nagging. He remembers a younger version of himself, fighting himself and everything he had done in his life while gazing upon his sister's frail body which lay in a hospital bed, motionless. Tsumiki had done nothing wrong, yet she had fallen ill, then her body was used as a vessel, a tool with no regard to humanity which then was discarded like street trash.

“I wish you were here, I wish you could’ve met him,” Megumi admits, bowing down, basking in the silence and the wind.
Megumi imagines what an interaction between the two would be like. That enough, makes his day 10 times better.
A honk of a car interrupts Megumi.
He looks back to see ichiji in the car, the scrawny assistant manager who drove him here with a scowling Nobara who yells at him from the front seat with her feet resting on the dashboard. Ichihi stares at him with a look of empathy on his face, the worrywart man who looked greatly older than his real age had his brows furrowed. However, on the opposite end of the spectrum, his “friend” nobara was groaning at him from the car to “hurry up”, flipping him off with her free manicured hand.
“I have to go now sister” Megumi bows and rubs the grave with his hand fondly. It's cold and not warm, unlike how her soft feminine hands once were.
And for once when he leaves, Megumi does not feel painfully empty, he feels content.
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“Why….” Nobara pauses, the box dyed ginger pauses and sniffs him once more. “Why do you smell like that Megumi ?!”

Megumi pauses, they are in the mall, Nobara had dragged him here for Megumi to carry her bags and be her one plus man. It's loud, crowded, and reeks of all different scents. This, this is megumis envisionment of hell. All the different pheromones of other people bearing different secondary genders stresses megumi out more than it used to. The scent of yuuji on his wrist from yesterday was still as potent and sweet as honey, but all the different scents had caused megumi to be unable to smell yuuji, hurling him into an anxious jittery state. If the frown on his face was not as obvious that he was displeased; the sour, churned scent he was letting out was the nail in the coffin.

“I don't wanna be here” Megumi shuts his eyes and grumbles; there are too many people screeching and yapping inconsiderably without a care in the world, there are too many scents of people that disgusted him because they weren't yuujis, there were too many people walking near him. Megumi lifts his wrist to his nose and discreetly pulls down his uniform sleeve, whiffing the scent of yuuji to calm him down, a scent that money could not buy nor replicate. Megumi had been sure to avoid washing his wrists last night in the shower, falling asleep with his wrist near his nose with the scent lulling him into the most peaceful slumber of his life.

“Hmmmmmm” Nobara leans into Megumi's face, too close for comfort; he can see every pore, every blackhead, every pore, and each sparkle of the glittery highlighter she's brushed on her cheekbones. Nobara grins, rouged red lips pulling up to reveal a pair of sharp canine markers which then vibrate from laughter. “Well! That's too damn bad!” Nobara backs up and skips off into the distance, leaving Megumi irritated and annoyed. Usually Megumi would follow her while dragging his feet and groaning but Megumi sees a good opportunity. They would be hanging out in Yuuji's basement for the night, and what good alpha would he be if he didn't try to woo him for the night?

“Dont you dare follow me!!” Nobara screams as she runs off. That's fine, they would circle back to meet up and megumi would carry her bags home while they waited for Ichiji when the tyrant decided she was done with her shopping. He looks up to see Nobara running into a black and red lingerie store. Megumi's eyes widen as multiple intrusive indecent thoughts of yuuji pop up in his teenage mind as he stares at the mannequins, face burning redder than wine.

Megumi forces himself to look away, he is not an animal.

Megumi walks by multiple stores, eyes fixed on the advertisements outside the stores in the mall hoping to find something that would catch Yuujis eye. If Megumi could, he would buy the entire mall out and gift it to Yuuji, but even that is too little for a gift for a deity like Yuuji. One day, Megumi will gift the world on a silver platter to him, anything for his goddess.
A blush had been plastered on his face for the whole day, imagining the night he would have with yuuji.
Him and (his) yuuji, alone, just them for the night.
A store catches Megumis eyes, a store decorated with pink heart polka dots. From what megumi can see, it's a gift store for omegas and courting. Ah, capitalized romance, “how nice” megumi thinks. There’s young, newly presented alphas in the stores admiring keychains and other cute trinkets, they all talk along with each other on what would be the cutest for their puppy love partner. Megumi looks Left and right, and then behind him to make sure Nobara or no one else he knows sees him walking into this cheesy romance store.

Megumi will simply just have to take out whoever saw him in this store.

The store is noisy, both from radio pop music and the constant chatter of pre teen boys. Everything in the store is cute, either pink or glittery. The attendants greet him, and he replies with a haste grumble. As much as Megumi would like to buy the pricest item in the store for yuuji, it might scare the humble kind hearted omega away. So he must start small.

Megumi sighs internally, what could he even get? For the past few days he had gifted him cute trinkets and items that Yuuji had cooed over, so his imagination was running thin. Megumi thinks of the blush that freckled yuujis faced when he saw the gift megumi had plucked for him, it warms megumi every time. The omegas face always lights up like a light bulb, pink plump lips popping into an “O”, honey brown orbs crinkling as he smiled. That reaction was worth any price for megumi.
One shelf catches the alphas attention, deep sea blue orbs staring at the baby pink shelf. Its omega care baskets. Megumi thinks back.
From the countless conversations he had with yuuji, Megumi knew about the financial woes that the omega and his family had been going through. Megumi had always noticed that Yuuji always failed to wear scent patches (not as if he was complaining) and yuuji sometimes whined about not being able to afford basic secondary gender essentials. So this, this would be perfect.

Megumi grins and imagines it, him as a knight in armour wooing his pretty pink princess away into the moonlight sky. Yuuji would let out a cute gasp, and hug megumi right away over the counter. And if megumi was lucky enough, a tender kiss to his cheek.

The basket is wrapped in clear pink-tinted vinyl plastic. From what Megumi can see; the basket has a fluffy pink blanket that's meant for absorbing wanted pheromones to alleviate an omega during heat and to comfort them during the day, a cute reusable heat pack for the gut wrenching camps that omegas had to go through during heat, rut/heat pain suppressors, and a plethora of snacks that were calorie dense to keep a distressed omega full and happy. The baskets come in multiple colours; blue, pink, yellow and red. But Megumi ultimately chooses the colour of pink, the colour of yuuji, his new favourite colour. Megumi snatches more treats on his way, thinking of the way yuuji's cheeks cutely puffs up like a pink chipmunk when he eats.

He makes his way up to the cashier with his plastic shopping basket, pondering if this was enough for Yuuji until the cashier interrupts him.
The bland beta cashier rings up his items, too scared to make conversation with the prime alpha because of his natural resting “bitch” face.
Everyone had told him he looked mean 24/7, and Megumi couldn't even fight the allegations because they were somewhat true. He had a scowl on his face that lasted throughout the day, and the dark and masculine features that lay on his face did not help. Funnily enough, that scowl is nowhere to be seen when he's in a 6 foot radius of yuuji.
Megumi pulls out his phone and pays with the card reader as he taps it down, the “ ka ching!” sound effect reassuring megumi a bit. The cashier lets out a meek “thank you!” as she places his items in a giant, brown paper shopping bag. And megumi grunts out a hum of approval.

He's walking absentmindedly, just looking around the mall, imagining what it would be like if yuuji was by his side instead of the cold AC air of the mall. Feet dragging along with him, long fingers grasping onto the brown paper bag, his free hand pressed up against his nose sniffing his wrist to calm him down.
The smell is fading much to Megumi's displeasure; but it still has the same effects as ecstasy.
“Fushiguro!” he hears a deep feminine voice call out, a manicured hand resting on his shoulder. And before Megumi can even react, shopping bags are being plopped in his hand. He looks behind him to see a grinning nobara, evil black heart as black as her eyepatch.

“What’cha buy” Nobara tries using a red manicured finger to pry open the giant brown paper bag that Megumi was holding, he growls, a reaction nobara apparently was not expecting from the shocked look on her face. “Jeez! Chill out” Nobara hisses, backing off, the prime alpha intimidating her. Most of the time, Nobara was the one who tormented megumi because she found it amusing and Megumi just saw it as too much of a hassle to fight back. But on rare occasions that nobara could count on one polished hand, he had gotten serious and that silenced anyone who knew Megumi almost instantly. “Dude” she sighs out, taking another sniff, “alpha to alpha, are you nearing your rut?”.

Megumi's eyes snap open at the speed of light. He had been so preoccupied with yuuji and everything else in his life that he hadn't even paid attention to the calendar and the blue markings on it to signal the prediction of his rut date. It would make sense why he was so irritated; the other day some pre teen twat was making jabs at yuuji in an attempt to woo him and megumi had growled at him until the teen backed off and cried. He had also been more sensitive to scents; craving yuujis scent so often that it actually hurt, and being so disgusted by other omegas scents that weren't yuuji that it made him repulsed.

Being a prime alpha, his ruts were more intense, heated and lasted longer then the average alpha, But for the most of his life being a loser with no love interest, they were rather bland and Megumi spent the week of his rut cooped up in his room with his fist, medication, and boredom. This rut would definitely be more intense, with thoughts of yuuji he would be insatiable and irritable. But that wasn't what concerned Megumi the most, it was the thought of leaving the omega alone for a week. What if something happened to him? The thought made his heart clench and his teeth bare. Megumi would have to leave his scent all over the konbini to make any pesky rodents back off.

“I think so… it is around the corner so I think you're right” Megumi mumbles back to Nobara who just stares at him with pity. Nobara was in a relationship, not a traditional one, two female alphas, but who the hell had the right to judge them? Although the dynamic was not traditional, a partner of any secondary gender that you had marked and loved would help someone's heat/rut tremendously. “Do you need anything?” nobara asks with concern in her voice, both of them walking towards Ichiji's car, Megumi opening the door for nobara as he chucks the mall loot in the trunk. “I’ll be fine, don't stress,” Megumi says, lying.
He needs yuuji.

“Did you guys have fun?” ichiji says, eyes looking in the mirror to catch a look at their faces.
Nobara and ichiji have a conversation about aging and sorcery that Megumi does not completely register as he’s completely spacing out, sniffing his wrist.

Much to Nobara and ichiji's surprise, when ichiji stops at the konbini megumi had asked him to drop him off at, an unfamiliar smile graces his surprise. Megumi rushes out of the car and grabs the gifts from the trunk and thanks Ichiji.
“Tell Gojo-sensei that im staying somewhere else for the night”

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Megumi stops for a moment, feet planted outside of the konbini door. He can smell the oh so lovely smell of peaches slightly wafting through the door.
It warms Megumi's heart.
Mustering all of his courage, pale lanky hands grab at the handle and pushes the door open, signaling the bell taped to the door to ring.
He immediately sees yuuji and all of his beauty, it hits Megumi like a train, but in a good way.
Yuuji is hugging a black cat, the cat that yuuji had lovingly given the nickname of “meowgumi” because apparently him and the attention seeking cat had the same features. Black fur is pressed up against tanned skin, showing a beautiful contrast. His skin is milky and tanned, and some areas have freckles splattered on them with God's paintbrush. Pink, heart shaped lips are shaped into a pout as he tries to kiss the unwilling cat, they steal Megumi's attention, pink and irresistibly glossy. Yuuji is a temptation, megumi comes to the conclusion that he's a test made by god which landed on earth to catch human sinners. An angel crafted by the hands of god that took years to perfect, an angel meant to trap humans with their breathtaking beauty that made Megumi nearly go into cardiac arrest every time. And Megumi is too distracted to realize, but when he does, his heart stops and he nearly passes out.

Yuuji is wearing nothing but his jacket and shorts. The jacket drowns him, so much so that it leaves Megumi questioning whether or not Yuuji is even wearing shorts. Yuujis tanned thighs are so supple and tender, and lean. The jacket is so loose that the nape of his neck is bared, its empty, almost as if it's calling for megumi to just bite. Megumi feels guilty, having hormonal teenage thoughts of yuuji, but he is nothing but a slave to his instincts and the deity of beauty in front of him. The store smells like a concoction of him and yuuji, warm and cold. If a stranger had walked in, they would immediately presume that the two were a romantic item.
Good.

“Megumi!” Yuuji chirps out, smiling. A smile is immediately plastered on both of their faces. Yuuji carefully drops the cat, tan lean hands rubbing the cat as he's placed onto the cold butter yellow tile. and the cat lets out a meow of disapproval. And as Megumi is still trying to catch his breath from Yuuji's beauty, Yuuji runs up to him, tackling the alpha in a hug.

The hug is a shock, but a welcome one. Tanned lean arms hug him warmly, almost as if he's being immersed by warm syrup and honey. Their scents blend together in a melody of a scent that seems like they are lovers. His pink cheek rubs against his pale one, both of their neck scent glands dangerously close to touching each other. Yuuji is giggling, and Megumi is a weak man who smiles back. The hug is warm, almost like sunlight, but spiked up by a bottle crushed ecstasy.
“ I missed you” yuuji mumbles cheekily, right into megumi's ears, and that's what ascends Megumi into cloud 9.
This, this is home, this is where he belongs, he never wants to go back to anywhere else.
“ I was about to text you” Yuuji playfully pouts, much to his displeasure yuuji lets go of the hug to boop his nose. “ I closed the store early, I was just waiting for you,” Yuuji smiles as wide as Megumi does.

“ I was out, getting a gift for you yuuji” Megumi says, hoisting the brown paper bag towards yuuji, yuuji blushes as pink as his hair.
“Megumi! You didn't have to!” Yuuji flushes, looking away from Megumi's piercing blue gaze. Yuuji walks over the door to lock it, pulling down the metal security doors.
“ I wanted to yuuji, you deserve it” Megumi mutters shyly, Yuuji lets out a flustered chirp, neck flushing as pink as the sunrise.
Yuuji excitedly takes megumis free hand, dragging him into the basement.
Yuuji's effect on megumi had not dimmed down ever since he met him. Just as the first day Megumi met yuuji and their hands met, it tickled,
It tickled his heart.

They giggle as they run down the stairs like primary school children, hand in hand together. And the innocent moment makes Megumi think.
“If I had met Yuuji earlier in my life, would I have less scars then I do now?”
Yuuji pauses as he opens the door to the basement. There's 2 pairs of house slippers on top of a raggedy “welcome” rug in front of the door. The other pair of house slippers makes Megumi envious that there was another person in Yuuji's life, another person that got to see yuuji, another person that was blessed enough to live with him and consume Yuuji's godly home-cooking. Megumi has to remind himself that Yuuji has a brother.
The door opens and the smell of peaches hits his face like a blast of warmness.
Megumi is gonna die, the whole house is potent of yuuji.

Yuuji looks back at him; he looks so innocent, so beautiful, so innocent. Like a doe eyed fawn.
How pretty.

The basement is small and cozy, and despite the size and out of date appliances, yuuji had obviously tried his absolute best to make the place cute and homey. There are various potted plants in the house, all as cute as the coziness of the home. The basement is extremely small, as small as the tiny flat he humbly grew up in with tsumiki. There's not much, but it's as charming as yuuji is. There's a medium sized old style tv with two antennas in the middle of the microscopic living room playing a grainy gameshow, accompanied by a small dining table with two small blue plastic stools. The kitchen is miniature as well, there's a small oven, a worn out microwave and a single plate portable hotplate next to the even tinier sink and counter and a small white fridge with cutesy pictures taped on the fridge with clear tape. Obviously, Megumi wants yuuji (and his future spawn) to live in a bigger flat, but Megumi has to work to that level before he can provide that for Yuuji. But still, Megumi can envision a domestic life with yuuji in here.

Yuuji scurries to the small pantry above the portable hotplate, grabbing 2 bags of honey butter chips and 2 small juice boxes from the fridge. The omega leads Megumis to his room.
The room is small like the rest of the flat and in the middle lay a tiny twin sized mattress that smells sweet, sweeter than Yuujis usual scent.
Megumi has to stop himself from growling as the realization hits him.
In this very same bed, Yuuji has spent his heats.
There's a tiny bedside table, and megumi can see some of the cute trinkets he had bought for yuuji neatly placed with each other standing next to an old lamp. The blankets are worn out and the colour has faded, indicating their age. There's a small movable rack closet in the corner of the room, accompanied by a tiny mesh laundry hamper.
Yuuji plops on his bed, thighs squishing as he sits on the tiny mattress. “I have a gift for you too” Yuuji cheerily chirps and Megumi lets out a hum of curiosity.

“You're nearing your rut right?” yuuji stutters out, looking away shyly. And megumi blushes, “was it really that obvious?” Megumi thinks to himself, thinking back to all the times he had shooed off any alpha that was near yuuji.

“Howd you know?” Megumi asks, A bit embarrassed.
“I grew up with alphas! I don't know much about omegas and courting despite being an omega but I could just tell from your smell! It gets sharper!” the omega hums, he pulls out a tiny bag of crumpeled clothes.

“ I thought…..” Yuuji pauses, face blushing and hands trembling. “I thought you might need these….” yuuji pauses again, almost embarrassed for some reason.

“ I wore- I wore these during my heat” Yuuji almost whispers.
Oh.

Megumi almost explodes, snatching the bag straight out of Yuuji's hand and shamelessly huffing the bag of pheromone soaked clothes, not caring about the embarrassed eek that yuuji lets out.
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As if Megumi's heart hadn't already been through enough today, this might send him into cardiac arrest.

Both of them are huddled in the tiny bed, scenting because Yuuji had begged him to, too innocent to understand the meaning behind it. But Megumi selfishly had said yes without a second thought.

Megumi's scent rubbed onto yuuji, his jacket wrapping around yuuji

Their limbs wrap around each other, hearts beating at the same pace.

And for a moment Megumi wants to be so incredibly selfish to just stay here forever. He never wanted to go back to Jujutsu high, he never wanted to go back to his sorcerer duties, he could leave them to all his remaining classmates and Gojo. He wants to remain in Yuuji's arms surrounded by a melody of their scents wrapped together like yarn, because yuuji is his reason, his comfort, his home.
He’s too busy looking in those brown honey pools to register a soft

“Good night megumi” yuuji mumbles out.
And then suddenly, Yuuji's face moves closer to his and their lips meet in a peck.

Chapter Text

Sleeping while being embraced by the love of your life is one thing. Being embraced in your sleep by Itadori yuuji however, is transcending.

 

The experience is transcending, life altering, transformative, revolutionary.

 

Yuuji is a beauty, a deity, a goddess, a divinity. And for a moment, for every moment, Megumi feels as if he was blessed enough to be placed in the same universe as Yuuji. His soul belongs to him, his divinity, his purpose. Megumi yearns, yearns so hard that he transcends to a state of mind and matter where his only thoughts compose a god's melody; “yuuji, yuuji, yuuji, yuuji”. He yearns, yearns so hard that his heart bleeds for an eternity of scenarios where yuuji is in them and yuuji only. When Megumi is near Yuuji, he can feel it, the mighty weight of his divine presence presses pins and needles of ecstasy inside of him, to go above and beyond a dopamine quantity that could ever be fathomable in a biochemistry textbook. It is completely utterly and absolutely celestial.

 

Megumi spends at least 4 hours of that night just staring, gazing, and worshipping Yuuji's face. Yuuji is God's greatest creation, a seraphic being of diamond and gold chipped and chiseled away with the divine chisel in God's hand. Yuuji is unfathomable, spectacular, astounding, but at the same time he is not, Yuuji is beyond those words, Yuuji is Yuuji, that's all Megumi can best describe him as because no word on any language of dictionary could even imagine to fathom a word to even be on yuujis level of divisiveness. Megumi stares all night even with fatigue plaguing him, he can't dare bring his eyes away from such a deity. He takes in every little twitch of that bunny button nose, he relishes every pout those pink plump lips push out, he consumes every little whine he makes in his sleep as if it is his last and only meal.

 

As Yuuji sleeps, Megumi is entranced. He spends hours taking a lanky finger to Yuuji's features and tracing each and every perfect one to savour it, he stares at yuuji so long that the image is engraved into his mind when he closes his eyes. Megumi fantasizes again, a process he had done so many times that his brain had been reduced to nothing but an archive for the angelic creature that is Itadori Yuuji. He imagines a life in the future, where he sees the same adorable sleeping face squished on his chest after a night of tender love making, their smells mixing together with the luxury candles megumi had lit to bring the ambiance to their night, clothes thrown away on the floor in a frenzy to be forgotten. In the mornings they would share the same shower; Megumi would spend every millisecond admiring every curve, every freckle, every blush, every facial feature that the omega had been gracious enough to spare to a lowly human like him to admire. All of his being is devoted to yuuji, all of his being yearns for yuuji, all of his being belongs to yuuji.

 

As expected, Megumi is only human so he eventually succumbs to his slumber after hours of admiring Yuuji and hugging him like the omega was his lifeline.

 

And when the dark haired alpha wakes up, he is not scared, he is not worried. Megumi isn't worried about sorcerer duties , nor is he worried about his classmates, nor missions, he is content for once in his life.

 

He turns left for his phone on the nightstand, There's a note in cute messy hand writing.

 

“ I made us breakfast! Feel free to use the shower before school! I left a change of clothes for you outside the washroom ♡”
Megumi smiles and shoves the sticky note in his phone case.

 

He checks his phone and frowns, 6:00 AM. Not enough time to relax but he had enough time to where he didn't have to rush. Yuuji is nowhere to be seen, only leaving behind his cute peachy scent in the room for Megumi to savor. It makes the alpha a bit sad but the omega probably was getting something from upstairs or doing something else, so it was fine, megumi could wait.

 

Megumi would wait an eternity if it meant something to yuuji.

 

Megumi thinks of last night as he drags his feet to the washroom, the kiss. Did this mean that Yuuji reciprocated his feelings? This was cruel. Megumi was a starved man and yuuji was dangling a meal worthy of God's consumption in front of him, Yuuji was so oblivious that it was cruel.

 

He thinks of the kiss; soft, warm, delectable, his first. Megumi becomes insatiable, he wants to devour yuuji. Megumi blushes, grabbing the bathroom door knob to open the door, too distracted to register the sound of soft water trickling down on the bathroom tile.

 

And there he sees it, a deity in all his grace and beauty.

 

Due to the small design of the washroom in the small basement, the shower had no curtains or doors or anything dividing privacy in the small washroom almost the size of a cubicle. There was a toilet, a sink and a shower head, nothing covering the goddess bathing in front of him.

 

Yuuji stands there in all his glory, as naked as the day he was born. Pink hair that was once ruffled and unruly becomes flat as it's soaked, framing his face like falling flower petals in the rain. His golden tanned skin almost seems to glimmer in the water, shining almost as if it's oiled. His body is the textbook example of divine; a waist sculpted to a degree that any woman would envy, toned milk limbs, and two plump tender cheeks resting on his legs. Yuuji's looking up with his mouth slightly open, relishing in the warm water. His soft hands, wandering around his own body to clean them, to clean gods greatest sculpture, gods greatest creation. The window lets sunlight gleam onto his skin, which makes it almost sparkle. Yuuji is simply ethereal.

 

The omega suddenly snaps his head towards Megumi, turning around to greet him. Megumi forces himself not to look, even though his eyes strain and beg him too.

 

Megumi is a man of many things, self control notoriously being one of them. But his body is betraying him, his instincts, he is reduced to nothing but a raw primal animal. His eyes gaze down and oh god.

 

Everything about yuuji is just so…pink…..

 

“There you are sleepy head! You have to head to school soon so do you want to share the shower!” Yuuji chirps out, too oblivious to notice the daze Megumi is in. Yuuji is cruel, cruel beyond imagination.

 

Megumi pauses, unable to answer, eyes still fixated on…..pink….

 

“No need to be shy! We’re both men, Megumi!” Megumi almost groans. “That is NOT the problem” Megumi internally groans. It didn't matter if megumi was a woman, nor a man, nor an omega, nor a beta, Itadori Yuuji is just too irresistibly devourable. They are not just “both men”, megumi is a man, however Yuuji is a deity that is unfathomable.

 

“Come on! I’ll cover my eyes!” Yuuji coos smiling, covering his wet face with two sudsy hands. Megumi sighs, he is so dead.

 

With shaky hands, he strips off his clothes, eyes still plastered on the omega in front of him. Lanky hands still trembling, he puts his clothes in the basket in the corner of the washroom so they don't get wet. Heart beating at a speed so fast and loud that he can hear it pounding through his ears.

 

Megumi steps in the shower area behind Yuuji. Both of them are as naked as the day they came into the world. Yuuji uncovers his eyes and glances back like a doe eyed fawn, blushing.

 

“y- your too big megumi” Yuuji whispers out, eyes locked on megumis.

 

What?

 

Megumi nearly has a heart attack in the shower, heart almost falling out of his chest. He stammers, mouth still wide open.

 

“You're too big for the shower!” Yuuji exclaims. Megumi groans, he cannot go on like this.

 

Yuuji bends over and grabs something from the floor. And when megumi looks down he nearly dies. Yuuji's tender flesh bent against his growing member, slightly grazing it. Megumis threads snap.

 

For his whole life, Megumi had never been a slave to his instincts. One of the very little things he had prided himself and boasted about was his self control. The ability to remain in such a chill non chalant manner in grave situations. The ability to ignore any teasing or aggravation from any other party. He had never fallen victim to his instincts, he had never become a porn crazed teenager like most alphas had become in their blossom into puberty. But this? This is absolutely making Megumi weak, so much so that he almost drops to his knees. This is unfair, cruel, brutal, inhumane. Yuuji was a fresh ripe fruit, a flower that had yet to blossom. Yuuji was so tempting for a man that had been starved for years like Megumi.

 

Yuuji snaps back up before Megumi can do something he regrets, Yuuji has a soaped up loofa in his hand. The omega looks behind him, golden eyes looking up at megumi like he is the most precious thing in the world. A tanned hand hands a still paralyzed megumi a loofa.

 

“Can you get my back? Please megumi?”

 

Yuuji is going to be the death of him.

 

His eyes are no longer deep blue, they are purple. He is no longer a man, he's an animal. He's an animal driven by raw primal instinct. Almost instantly, megumi pulls yuuji closer to him despite the squeal yuuji lets out from the behind, hands rubbing the tanned waist with such depravity that it would make the devil himself shiver. He savours it, devours it, running his hands through every crevice, fingers longing in a naughty manner too far near a cherry pink plump nipple. It's so intense, so raw, so indecent. His head dips down to the tanned neck emitting pheromones that smell stronger than the soap they're using, a tall nose bridge pressing into Yuujis neck.

 

He wants- no needs to bite. His canine teeth hurt so bad it feels like he has an agonizing cavity. He growls, it's full of raw desire. But he cant, he cant.

 

Megumi needs to respect Yuuji.

 

Greedy pale hands travel to Yuuji's flower, his cunt and member that had yet to be blossomed. His hands stop, he can't.

 

He can't.

 

Yuuji turns around again, still painfully oblivious to the predicament that he had put Megumi in

 

“Thank you! I'm done with my shower now thanks to you!” Yuuji chirps out, stepping out and leaving a soaked and feral Megumi paralyzed in the washroom. Eyes plastered onto his plump, tender flesh.

 

And for at least 5 minutes, Megumi just stands there, shower raining upon him like heavy rain. His hands are almost angry, scrubbing his own hair until his scalp feels painful and raw. Nails digging into his skin and scalp, too pent up to even properly think. He breathes with his mouth, panting as if he had just ran a marathon. Hands clench into a fist, banging on the bathroom wall. His body is in pain, he wants it so bad that it hurts. Maybe it was his pre-rut hormones, or maybe it it was his utter pure immense love that he had for yuuji, but whatever it was

 

He needed Yuuji desperately.

 

Megumi forces himself to snap out of his trance. Stepping out of the shower to get changed into a fresh set of clothes Yuuji had prepared for him. Towel drying himself with a warm towel that had just presumably come out of the laundry machine.

 

There he sees a still damp yuuji wrapping a freshly made delicious sandwich in tinfoil.

 

Yuuji walks towards him, sandwich in hand pouting. And Megumi feels bad, leaving his one and only love.

 

“How long will you be gone?” Yuuji asks, lips pouting and trembling, and Megumi feels the immense desire to kiss that pout away.

 

“My ruts usually last 3-5 days, i’ll text you every day though” Megumi says, taking the sandwich from yuuji.

 

Yuuji is still pouting, looking down as if he's going to cry, and Megumi just can't help himself.

 

This time he’s the one to make the move, grabbing the omega's face softly to tilt his head up and meet his lips with tender love. It's not like the soft peck from last night, yet it is not deprived,

 

It is desperate.

 

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It was only 2 days and Yuuji had missed Megumi so much that it hurt. Usually, he would be alone all the time so he found no discomfort in being alone all day but the alpha had left an irreversible stain on his heart.

 

He had been spoiled, spoiled to a point where spending just a mere few hours from the dark haired alpha had been agonizing. If his grandpa had heard about this, he would have scolded Yuuji. Being spoiled was a bad trait, a trait that bade bratty, insufferable people.

 

But Yuuji can't help but want (need) to be spoiled by Megumi.

 

He blushes, touching his lips. Thinking of the morning of 2 days ago, the feeling still buzzing on his lips. Megumi's lips pressed against his in such an intense, romantic manner. A manner that would make anyone assume that they were lovers. The alpha had been so sweet towards him, so sweet that it made his heart burst. Whenever the alpha was near him, he felt content, he felt loved. Loved in such a way his brother yet grandpa could not ever provide for him, loved in a different way that he had never felt. The feeling was new, exhilarating and utterly intoxicating. Its too good to be true, so good that yuujis up at nights thinking about what a handsome alpha like him loves about a simple dumb omega like him.

 

His grandpa and brother had always warned him about alphas ever since the day he presented. His brother, the most protective, would shield him away from any alphas in public. They warned him that they were “bad” and “horrible” creatures that would only use Yuuji and never see them like a equal. It made Yuuji scared. If his grandpa and nii-san were both great people and alpha, how was the rest of the alpha world bad? Growing up extremely sheltered chipped away at Yuuji's self confidence brutally. He had no one to answer his questions, he had no one that sympathized with him when he had to go through brutal omega pains, he had no one to bond with because his brother forbade him too and his family members were always gone from the store.

 

But Megumi had given him hope, and had made his heart grow ten times in size. The frail self confidence he carried was tossed out the window when he was with Megumi; he felt beautiful, he felt wanted, he felt like he was the most important person in the world, he felt human. Yuuji had become spoiled, he wanted to become Megumis everything, the center of Megumis world. Yuuji couldn't get enough.

 

The boy was incredibly handsome, thoughtful and kind. He wasn't like the other alphas that would push him and scrape his knees at the playground when he was a child, he wasn't like the alphas in his old school who would make fun of him and tormented him until he ran home sobbing, he wasn't like the rude customers who would come in and frown upon seeing a young unmated omega working and not at home bearing children. He felt complete, he felt happy, he felt pure joy.

 

Yuuji looks down at his phone after it buzzes, the two had been texting constantly ever science Megumi was tucked away somewhere to deal with his heat.

 

MEGUMI ♡: Have you eaten? How are you feeling today, Yuuji?

 

Yuuji looks down and blushes at his phone, even when the alpha wasn't here with him physically he still found ways to make the omega feel loved and pampered.

 

YUUJI: Yes!!!! I ate breakfast and now I'm just chilling in the store, have you eaten yet?

 

MEGUMI♡: I'm not hungry so i’ll eat it later, is the Konbini busy?

 

YUUJI: the same as always d:

 

Yuuji tucks his phone away and sighs, work was so boring without Megumi. He wished for the summer season to be over and for fall to come over. It was so hot and humid that most of his customers, which consisted of elderly people had to order their food or eat instant food because it simply was just too hot and humid for them to go buy groceries without it becoming a hazard. And almost as if it's on cue, the little bell taped to the door rings.

 

Yuuji looks up with a smile on his face but sees no one at the door.

 

Yuuji lets out a hum of curiosity? Had his cat secretly slipped out the door? Before he can even investigate he smells a familiar bitter sweet smell. A smell of baked french sweet pastries and a glass of fine aged whiskey, a smell he adored as a child and still has to this day. And before he can even react, a pair of big hands cover his eyes from behind.

 

“Guess who?” a deep voice says, and it's unmistakable.

 

Yuuji pries those heavy hands off his face, turning around to see a familiar face. He's pale and tall, towering over Yuuji with his muscular physique. There's an unforgettable dark black line tattooed across his nose, his eyes are sharp and long, his nose bridge tall and high, and his lips pale in colour.

 

“Nii-san!” Yuuji leaps into the older alphas arms, and his brother immediately picks him up as if he weighs nothing. Smiling at his brother's charming face, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek.

 

“Yuuji” the older alpha fondly sighs, ruffling his little brother's pink hair. “I missed you!” Yuuji smiles out, rubbing his face into Choso's chest, the younger of the two looks up “are you done with work for a while”. Choso smiles, it's a fond one, one only reserved for his younger brother.

 

“Yes, I will be home for a week or so Yuuji” Yuuji nuzzles his face against his dear brothers. Choso pauses his enthusiasm for a second, taking an audible whiff.

 

“Brother” Choso says, in a serious tone. Yuuji looks up, and he can recognize Choso in this mood too well. It's the same tone he used when talking to the children that bullied Yuuji on the playground when he was a toddler, it was the same tone he used when he caught a customer stealing from the konbini in broad daylight, it was the tone he used when he was infuriated. Yuuji was more than terrified.

 

His brother was utterly and absolutely terrifying. He remembers the time a middle school boy had pushed a toddler yuuji off the slide, the small pup falling flat on his face and sobbing because of the big fat purple bruise that stained his face after he fell. He vividly remembers Choso grabbing both of the middle schoolers hand, squeezing so hard the anonymous bully winced. He then held the boy by his scruff, feet dangling off the floor, and then Choso began to horrifyingly berate the middle schooler until his fat baby cheeks were red and sore and his eyes ceased to produce tears.

 

And although Yuuji and sometimes even their grandfather had said that Choso was overprotective he had a reason.

 

Choso remembers the day he met Yuuji. He had been wandering the world aimlessly, looking to avenge and find the remainder of his brothers. His father- parent? Whatever the hell they were, they were ruthless, a horrible person that had experimented on his biological mother to produce the abominations of him and his brothers. He remembers gaining consciousness when Kenjaku had fed him into some poor person's body, he remembers that body becoming his own. He remembers finding out that Kenjaku was the same horrible father he once had over a century ago and running away and breaking his alliance with kenjaku after the truth brutally hit him. He had wandered around like a traveler in a body that did not belong to him, with no real purpose, but with a goal in the back of his mind to reunite with his siblings. With the new found information that Kenjaku had been the host of multiple bodies with countless names he had been struck in a mindless state of confusion.

 

His life revolved around the manipulation of blood, his abilities, his technique, his being. He feels their blood ties, their bond, the unconditional love they shared although some of them have never even met before. He holds their techniques like treasure, imitating their tactics in battle, showing his deep and utter reverence for their bond. But most all of them had been killed, all because of sorcerers. Choso hated sorcerers.

 

But it's on a random autumn day when Choso sees him, the purpose of his life. The wind is cold, frigid and mean. Orange leaves fall down like rain and the air is dusty and dry. He's sitting on a bench mindlessly when he feels a snap, a snap of his brain registers and shocks him. An old human man walks by him, but that's not what shocks him. There's a plump and round pup in his arms, roughly a year old staring back at him. He has pink hair and golden eyes so big that they look as if they don't belong on his face. And when those giant golden brown eyes blankly stare at him the shock hits him like a train. The pup was his sibling, yet he was not a death painting.

 

He immediately runs after the old man carrying the pup, the pup still staring at him blankly. Then, his life changes. There's a toothless smile shining at him, so bright that Choso had to squint. This is his purpose, he can feel it, he can feel the brotherly blood indebted through their blood.

 

And after lying, researching human relationships, trailing the old man and denying at least a thousand child abductor allegations Itadori wasuke lets him into the family. On one condition; to protect and serve yuuji no matter what. And Choso doesn't need an old human wench to tell him that, Choso will serve yuuji till death.

 

“Why do you smell like that, you smell….. Like another alpha” Choso says, demanding an answer right now.

 

Humans were scum, sorcerers were scum, alphas were scum. Whatever purpose Kenjaku had for bringing a human baby into the world, it had to be related to sorcery. Choso had poured his heart and soul into keeping Yuuji away from the jujutsu world to shield him from whatever evil plans Kenjaku had for him. And when Yuuji had presented as a omega, he had made it his new life goal to protect yuuji from any scum alpha that even dared to sniff in his direction. All the most wretched, evil, despicable crimes had been committed by alphas. The reason omegas were seen as second class citizens, the reason why omegas had far less opportunities than any other secondary gender, alphas were the reason.

 

“I-I do? I don't think so, I just smell like myself?” Yuuji stutters out, and Choso can immediately tell that Yuuji is lying with his stutter. It was the same stutter he had used when choso asked him if yuuji had broken the flower vase they had for years, it was the same stutter he had used when choso had asked yuuji if he had eaten more snacks then he was allowed, it was the same stutter yuuji used when he was shamefully trying to hide something.

 

“Who is it?!” Choso growls out, teeth baring out. Yuuji is terrified; terrified of being yelled at, terrified of facing whatever punishment Choso had for him, but most of all the omega is absolutely terrified of Choso taking Megumi away from him. Yuuji almost never lies or disobeys his brother, but fear paralyzes him. What would he do once he realized that Megumi had slept in the same bed as him? what would he do to megumi after realizing the alpha had been visiting the konbini daily? Yuuji couldn't bear the thought of losing Megumi. So out of fear, or desperation, or both Yuuji lies straight through his teeth.

 

“My friend! I made a new friend my age!” it's not a full lie, which makes yuuji feel not AS guilty. Chosos expression immediately softens, its not a positive expression, but it was not the scowl he once had on his face a few seconds ago.

 

“Remember” Choso hisses, locking the store door to close and motioning for Yuuji to follow him into the basement. “Heed the two warnings”. Choso pauses and looks at him, as if he's a parent expecting something from their child. Yuuji hated this, yuuji hated whenever Choso would make him repeat the life warnings as if he was a child with no self survival skills. Choso raises his eyebrows and looks at him, expecting an answer.

 

“Dont talk to any random Alphas” Yuuji mumbles out.

 

“and ?”

 

“Dont get too close with a alpha” Yuuji whispers out, embarrassed. Choso pets his head and leads him into the living room, pulling his brother to sit on his lap in front of the tv.

 

“Nii san! What are you doing? I'm not a baby anymore!!” Yuuji whines out in his best attempt to be intimidating, Choso coos.

 

“You’ll always be my baby” Choso pinches his cheeks, getting ready to scent him. For as long as he could remember, Choso had pulled Yuuji down to scent him whenever he could. When he was a young pup it stood as protection to protect him from any strangers or bullies with malicious intent. And when Yuuji had presented as an omega it hissed off any strange suitors with an unspoken message of “mess with the omega, mess with his sire”. But with Choso being so incredibly busy with…lets call it work… he had almost no time to scent yuuji. The scent would fade in a day or two and alphas would go back to their flirtatious ways and bullies would go back to their malicious intent. So whenever Choso got to go home, he made a bee line to scent yuuji. Poor yuuji, Choso had not scented him in just a few weeks and an alpha had already set his dirty paws on his omega brother like expected. But what was not expected was the location of the smell.

 

The mysterious alphas smell was coming from all of Yuuji's scent glands. But the main one being his neck. A scent gland reserved for lovers. Choso suddenly sits up, enraged.

 

“Nii san?” Yuuji asks, looking back with concern.

 

“ Nothing brother, I just need to use the washroom first” Choso grits out, barely containing his anger. He cannot let his brother see him in such a state, making a beeline to the washroom

 

He bites his lip so hard that he tastes the salty iron of his blood. Choso should have known better, he should have not sheltered yuuji as much as he did in his youth. Maybe if Choso had told Yuuji about alpha and omega relationship dynamics then maybe, just maybe yuuji could've stopped this from happening. His sweet, loving, caring brother who had not even dared to hurt an insect. Someone was trying to court Yuuji without his permission- no someone had dared to even consider courting his little brother.

 

And through the fog of his rage Choso sees something in the corner of the bathroom. A black, crumpeled piece of fabric. Choso looks closer to investigate.

 

It's a pair of boxers, boxers that did not belong to him or yuuji. Choso sees red.

 

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YUUJI ♡: Are you doing alright , Megumi?

 

MEGUMI: Don't worry about me, I'm just fine.

 

Megumi lies, he is not fine. It had been almost 3 days since he had seen Yuuji. And this was the worst rut of his life, the most painful thing he had ever experienced.

 

There's an insatiable heat in his pants; it's hard, it's angry, it yearns. Yuuji was a devil in disguise, he had been so cruel. The shower stunt Yuuji had pulled off a few days was just pure torture. Megumi can vividly remember every single detail of the intimate interaction; how sculpted and tiny his waist was, how plump and tender Yuuji's ass was, how his neck blushed like a virgin maiden anytime Megumi even breathed near him. He recalls the image of Yuuji's waist, so small compared to the rest of him, the perfect view and the perfect handle for megumis hands to hold onto during their debauchery. He recalls the plump tender flesh of Yuuji's ass, how it jiggled slightly with every step the boy took, how tender it would be if Megumi just was bold enough to take a bite, how red it became after he would swat it.

 

He groans, thinking of the nail in the coffin. Megumi had tried to be a gentleman, he absolutely tried his hardest not to look down but it was impossible, he became a slave to his instincts and took countless glances to Yuuji's crotch area. The omega's cock was soft and small, the tip a pretty pink. It hung there like a delectable treat for Megumi, tender and cute just for him. And under his member lay a cunt. A flower of pure purity that had yet to blossom, its lips and petals fat and pink and juicy, like dew drops of the rain on a flower. Megumi almost feels guilty for looking, but he feels depraved over anything. A pink and juicy treat, a freshly ripened fruit.

 

Megumi hisses, fisting the shorts Yuuji had given him, shamelessly sniffing the crotch area. Yuuji had mentioned that he had worn these clothes during his heat, and he is absolutely telling the truth. The shorts are still sticky with slick, slick from a cunt he had yet to penetrate. It smells sweet, warm, sensual and musky. The smell alone makes Megumi's eyes roll back as if he’s sniffing a potent illegal drug, ecstasy courses through his veins and he can feel his debauchery taking over his every being.

 

“Fuck!” Megumi hisses out, pulling down his boxers and pulling out a photo of Yuuji on his phone.

 

Megumi debates within himself; he can't, he can't, he can't. He can't debase himself to this. He cant, he cant, he cant.

 

But oh, he needs to.

 

He quickly pulls out his cock. It's hard and angry, swelling to the brim with potent cum meant to breed. That's all Megumi wants to do, pin Yuuji down and defile him, tainting him and filling his entire being with his seed. The alpha groans, and as a moment of pure lewdness, he grabs the sticky shorts to his mouth and sucks on the crotch. Sucking in every trace of slick that there once was, consuming the salty sweet flavour until his brain goes absolutely numb.

 

His cock is weeping with potent pre cum at this point, begging, demanding Megumi to do something. He hisses, grabbing the phone with Yuuji's photo on it.

 

He fucks his fist with the speed and vigor of a feral beast, imagining its the plump lips of Yuuji.

 

How would Yuuji suck his cock? Megumi stares at the photo and imagines. The omega would start with cute kitten licks to the tip, poking the length of the member, too inexperienced and shy to know what to do. Then, he would suck the tip and megumi's toes would curl and he would hiss. Taking in the positive reaction, yuuji would try to go deeper, failing to take in the full things. But that's okay, Megumi would do the rest of the work. He would grab those soft pink locks and buck his hips up until the omegas eyes roll up to his head and his small hands are grabbing at the sheets like his life depends on it. His eyes would tear up, and tears as pretty as fallen diamonds and as sweet as nectar would flood his eyes and fall down his delectable face. Megumi would ignore his desperate whimpers and cries, fucking his mouth so intensely that his cute button nose would be buried into his pubic area.

 

There's a white ring of sticky juices at the end of Megumi's dick, a product of his absolute debauchery. Megumi is groaning and moaning without a care in the world, uncaring if his classmates hear him, uncaring if the whole school hears him, uncaring if the whole damn city hears him. He groans so loud that his ears start to ring and his voice gets raspier and raspier every grunt and moan of ecstasy. Pumping his hand fast, in a raw, primal way.

 

He imagines the faces Yuuji would make. The omega's pupils would be so dilated, a pure black dot with only a ring of gold left in them, like a cute cat on catnip. His perfect, pink plump lips would pop in an “O”, tongue sticking out in ecstasy. Letting out cute whines and squeaks. Yuuji would look so innocent yet lewd, a flower that had been plucked, a ripe fruit that had been bitten.

 

And Megumi would be the one to taint him.

 

The thought alone is too much for Megumi to handle.

 

Pleasure surges through his Viens, a pleasure so out of this world, a pleasure he had never experienced before.

 

He comes, droplets of cum falling on his phone. Droplets if cum fall on the photo of yuujis face, adorning his face like pearls and gemstones. Megumi hurriedly licks the cum off the phone, desperately kissing the photo of Yuuji on his phone.

 

He breathes out, panting. Then suddenly, a buzz.

 

YUUJI <3: my brother wants to have dinner with you tmmr! :D

Chapter Text

“Hey Kugisaki?” Megumi hums blankly, feet on the classroom table, lighting a cigarette absentmindedly.

“Hmmm?” Nobara hums back, eyes still focused on filing her long red nails sharply and carefully.

“ Am I?” Megumi pauses, thinking of the right word to use, “am I a catch?” He breathes in and blows out , drawing in the warm nicotine into his system, Nobara however drops her pink nail file and looks back at him.

Ever since Yuuji had texted him and informed the alpha that his brother wanted to share a meal with him, Megumi had been restless. Sleep was nonexistent, Megumi had felt the weight and pressure of the entire world slowly squeezing and compressing him ever since the text. What would happen if the other alpha hadn’t approved of him? What would happen if the alpha tried to hide yuuji away from him?

For the whole night Megumi had consoled by telling himself that Yuuji's older brother would probably be as kind mannered as Yuuji. After all, the anonymous Alpha had practically raised Yuuji right?

“Hah?!” Nobara shrieks, looking at him with a drawn in eyebrow raised. However Megumi is on the opposite end of the scale, cigarette hanging from his lips in a nonchalant manner.

He had no one to ask for advice except for Nobara. And although the girl was blunt and mean in a manner that almost made anyone cry, sometimes the blunt and rude honesty of her words were a great reality check. After all, if the Alpha was gonna ask for relationship advice it should be for someone who had been healthily steady with someone for over a year.

“Hmmmm, let’s see” Nobara hums, putting her pink nail file on the desk, tapping her chin with a polished feminine finger.
“Your hair is unruly and ugly, you have long eyelashes but don’t maintain them so they just stick straight down like pins, you are HORRIBLE at making conversation…..” Nobara pauses and Megumi scowls out in shock “and you have horrible fashion sense!”

Was all of that true?

“Why’d I even ask you, you assho-

“But other than that, You’d be someone’s dream man” Nobara winks back at him.

Megumi pauses, flustered. Almost as if he’d been factory reset. Too lost in his own drowning thoughts to notice the burning ash from his cigarette crumbling down and falling onto his neatly ironed School slacks. The alpha finds brown eyes staring a hole into him, rouged lips curling up to form a devious malicious grin. Megumi looks away, taking a draw of his cigarette and looking away as a desperate attempt to remain absolutely nonchalant under his peers' demeaning gaze.

“So?” Sharp whitened teeth pull up in a scary all knowing grin. “Who is it??” Nobara jumps over her desk to try to make Megumi flinch.

“fuck off!” Megumi hisses, scooting his chair back away from the ginger manic. And before Megumi can react again, a manicured hand snatches his phone from the desk at a record speed. Bringing the phone up to his face to unlock it without his consent.

“Damn you!- Nobara runs away cackling, dragging a desk along with her as she sprints into the corner of the room, using the desk as a shield so Megumi can’t touch her.

“Give it back Nobara!” Megumi growls, stomping out his cigarette as he kicks the desk in front of her. Mortified, Megumi pauses, beating heart coming to a halt.

“Calm down you puss! You would never hit a woman” the box dyed ginger cackles, supporting the desk with the knee as she looks Megumi dead in the eye as she scrolls on his phone.

Megumi would never hit a woman-, no, he would kill and torture the woman in front of him.

He gulps, thinking of the shrine he had kept in his camera roll.

Love, obsession, infatuation.

Megumi had never been much of a social person nor the type of person who had been glued to any type of activity attached to his phone. So other than listening to music, watching the news and reading books occasionally during his down time he had little to no content on his phone. Well….that was until he met yuuji.

For the first few weeks he had known yuuji, the constant reminder that he was in love, not a degenerate had plagued his mind. But every man had their breaking point, and yuuji had brutally shanked it to no repair.

Love, obsession, infatuation. Were they not essentially the same thing in this day and age?

Before he had met Yuuji, his camera roll was the barest of bones. Screenshots of important documents and the rare scenery shot barely filled up his phone storage, in fact if one had looked closely enough they would find cobwebs and dust lingering on his phone's poorly neglected camera roll.

But now? It was solely devoted to Yuuji, much like his entire being.

Photos he had quickly snapped of yuuji during their hangouts, quick grainy selfies Yuuji had taken on his tiny phone to send to Megumi, a photo taken without Yuuji's knowledge of the omega sleeping on his bare chest. Photos of the countless meals they had shared. Each picture was adored and worshipped easily.

Nobara lets out a gasp as she goes through his camera roll, astonished more than shocked.

“How’d you pull THAT?!- Nobara barks out amused at Megumi's reaction. But suddenly, reality drops upon him like a bag of bricks.

One of the things Megumi despised about Nobara was her loud mouth. Whether it had been used to insult curses, to mock enemies, to spread gossip with the frequency and intensity of a wildfire, in every single situation Nobara's loud mouth had never ceased to get them in trouble. Once, Nobara and Megumi were in an abandoned building looking for a curse Gojo had warned them about for a mission. Due to her prideful ego, Nobara ended up cupping both of her feminine hands around her mouth to yell egotistical taunts at a curse she had believed lacked the intelligence to hear or track them down. The taunts had given the curse a pinpoint on their location, and because of the volume of Nobara's taunts, neither Nobara or Megumi could hear the curse coming up to them for a sneak attack which lead them to spend 3 days in a medicated slumber in the infirmary. And despite this, Nobara showed no remorse for the situation that was her fault, infact her mouth continued to run with the volume and intensity of a speaker.

If word had gotten out, which it would. Her and their upperclassmen would sniff around looking for Yuuji. Investigating him and questioning him as if he had the intelligence of a newborn puppy. Megumi desired for nothing more then to keep yuuji safe, Megumi had vowed himself to keep Yuuji away from the jujutsu world. And even if Megumi had to lie and say he went to a private school in the mountains that made him stay in dorms and made him wear those unique navy blue uniforms, even if Megumi had to lie and say all his allowance was from a cushy distant relative that took him in after his parents had passed, even if Megumi had to lie and say that he came from quite a normal family and had a bland life. No matter what, no matter how much guilt ate away at him from lying, no matter how many sleepless nights he spent overthinking if he was good enough for Yuuji.

Megumi could just not let Yuuji suffer from the sin of proximity.

“Dont.” Megumi hisses out, grabbing the desk with surprising strength and tossing it to the side, Nobara breaks character and lets out a gulp. Megumi snatches his phone back from Nobara's hand, glaring at her.

“Dont you dare tell anyone!” Megumi shouts out, "Don't tell Maki-senpai, don't tell any of our upperclassmen, just keep your mouth shut for once!”

There is a pause, both of the alphas breathe heavily in unison in the unmitigated silence. The tension is so thick, you can smell it in the air, you can feel it suffocating your skin. Nobara looks shocked, but also a bit hurt for a reason Megumi can't pin point.

“Okay! Okay, okay, jeez man” Nobara looks at him, still at a loss of words, “im sorr-

“Really? I'm gone for 5 minutes and you guys can't help but get in a squabble while I was gone?” There's a smooth, charming and yet irritating voice from the opened classroom door.

For the near 2 years Megumi had known Nobara, the two had never really gotten into serious arguments. Nobara would often try to start a beef over something small and trivial but Megumi had always been too unbothered to argue back so most of the time the female alpha had just screeched into his ear while he tuned out her yelling. But something as simple as Nobara taking his phone which the girl had done many times in the past had sparked a fuel in Megumi for some reason. Just the mere idea, the mere thought of Yuuji being put into danger set his mind off into a state of anger and fury. Emotions blinded him so much that he hadn't even realized he was scaring his well known comrade. Maybe it was the hormones all bottled up from his rut that had just ended, or maybe it was the stress that had plagued his mind from the anticipation for the planned dinner with Yuuji's brother.

There's an audible sniff that cuts the tension

“ Haven't I told you to stop your smoking habit, megumin?” Gojo walks over to them, picking up the cigarette to incinerate it with a flick of cursed energy.

“ A little birdie told me about the intense mission you guys are gonna have to run in 2 days. And since you guys decided to start some stupid teenage little conflict your amazing teacher is gonna turn this into a life lesson and make you guys work together on the next mission! I won't even breathe near you two. I'll be across the damn town until you two work things out and learn how to communicate!” Gojo lets out a dopey grin, patting both of the growling alphas on the back.

Both of them let out an exasperated groan in unison.

As if Megumi's mood wasn't sour enough, Gojo just had to tell them about a mission that would take at least a day. 24 hours away from the only person that mattered.

Megumi grunts and shoves his comrade and teacher out of the way crudely, walking past them. He pulls out his phone and checks the time.

5:00, 2 hours until he had to meet up with Yuuji in the basement of the Konbini. And as Megumi slowly drags his feet out the classroom, a dreadful question pops up in Megumi's uncombed head.

Was Yuuji going to introduce Megum to his brother as his boyfriend or his friend?

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If Megumi had to describe his own personality, it would be summarized briefly with one word; Cowardly. From the very beginning that his consciousness had set in, Megumi's sole memory was him running away from his problems. As a child, he despised housework, which led to a very tired tsumiki to do a majority of the housework in their small life. When he got older when a problem arose, he would ask Gojo to solve it or throw Gojo's wallet at the issue. Even for the first few months of his jujutsu sorcerer career, he had done the bare minimum, only dirtying his hands when it was truly necessary.

“Fear plagues you”, That was a line Tsumiki and Gojo drilled in his head too often. The mere simple thought of putting his complete effort into something and failing everything and losing what he had loved most was utterly horrifying to him. And maybe it was because he had grown up in survival mode, a child born out of emotions from a man that he hadn't even remembered, a child whose worth was always being discussed and had been presented on a silver platter for presenting. And his worst fears had become true with Tsumiki having died, Megumi had put his all into saving her, and yet she died. She died as a tool, she died without being able to say her last words, she died horrifically, she died with the life worth equivalent of that of a street pest. The psychological effects of the loss of his sister shanked at him everyday mercilessly. It had gotten to such a point where Megumi had questioned himself on every move, every action, every single mundane detail to do with his life.

Maybe the psychological torment of Tsumiki's death was why Megumi was too scared to ask Yuuji out, too scared to officially slap a label on their intimate homoerotic relationship, too scared to let himself be with Yuuji.

But at the same time the trivial ticking thought of him and Yuuji never becoming more then what they were currently made his heart Feel as if it were ripped out of his chest. It tormented him, the feeling of knowing that he could not be good enough for yuuji, the conflicting feeling of the thought of not having yuuji as his mate.

What is Megumi fushiguro without ansgty confliction?

His sneakers stop at the door of the basement of the Konbini, Yuuji said he had left the door open for Megumi. A shaky pale hand hovers the door knob.

He had killed thousands with his hands, he had beat up thousands of curses and humans alike, and yet with these very same hands he finds himself struggling to grab a door knob.

A memory plays back in his mind.

“You are good enough, Megumi” Tsumiki coos in her comforting voice, caressing his cheek before grabbing a raggedy towel to dry his soaking wet hair. Megumi was 10, a still unpresented pup that had smelt of milk and discount laundry detergent. He had just failed to train with gojo, ending up with bruises and scrapes that framed his body like cruel kisses. Gojo had taunted him in an attempt to motivate, but it hurt even more. After falling on the muddy grass to the sound of Gojo yelling some cruel corny motivation line, 10 year old pup Megumi had had enough.

In the pouring rain, he ran home. He ran home with no care in the world. He didn’t care that the rain and mud soaked through his thrift store shoes, he didn’t care that his tattered shirt was soaked and chilling him to the bone, he didn’t care for the strangers staring at him on the street. He just wanted to go home, home was Tsumiki, home was warmth, home was in the arms of the only person that gave a single fuck about him.

Megumi shakes his head and grabs the doorknob, this was home. Home was warm, home was cozy, home smelt like peaches and sweet cream, home greeted him with a blinding smile that rivaled the sun, home had pink hair, home was love,

Home was Yuuji.

“You are good enough, Megumi” Tsumiki's soft voice replays in his mind, giving him enough courage to finally open the door.

Megumi is met with the familiar sight of the basement. There's a reality tv show playing on the old grainy TV in the middle of the microscopic living room. The tiny foldable table had been set out; in the middle lay a white plate of freshly steamed buns with smoke still arising from them, there's three plates of appetizing stir fried noodles with veggies and meat spread around the table, and lastly there are cute napkins folded in the shape of swans on the table.

Megumi slips off his shoes and closes the door, the creaky thing squeaks and echoes throughout the small place. He sees yuuji washing his hands, tender plump flesh poking through sinfully short athletic shorts. He’s wearing the oversized pajama shirt that Megumi had left behind, he purrs.

Slim lanky hands travel down to caress a slim waist from behind, tall nose bridge dipping down to greedily inhale Yuuji's scent.

Yuuji by no means was weak. He was toned and built; toned abs, toned slim legs and muscular arms. But most of all, Megumi adored his breast- pecs. Omegas were the embodiment of fertility, built by god to seduce and bear children. So naturally, no matter how much a omega worked out, their chest would remain plump and soft. Yuuji was strong yet soft, kind yet unwavering, all packaged into a deity that was just barely a head shorter than him. The perfect height for head kisses.

Yuuji giggles, looking back at Megumis face from behind, tilting his head back and cupping the alphas face to give him a tender sweet kiss.

“I know you've just been standing outside the door! I could see you from outside the window!” Yuuji laughs, voice sweet and dripping with honey. Megumi lets out a flustered noise, hiding his face with his hands.

Yuuji turns around while Megumi places his hands on yuujis waist, the omegas hands come up to scratch underneath his chin, Much like a cat.

“Whats got you so nervous?” Yuuji hums, continuing to scratch underneath megumis chin.

And the thought of meeting Yuujis brother popping back in his mind shoots him in the chest again. All Megumi had known was that the guy was an alpha and he had practically raised him. That was a bad combination in itself. Alphas were extremely protective over anyone they held near and dear to their heart, if they were an omega the alphan instinct to protect was doubled, and if the omega was the alphas close family member the sensation tripled.

Raising an omega basically had meant raising and protecting them from the cruel outside world. Teaching them to run away from alpha strangers and to not trust anyone outside their familial packs. And in a societal and legal standpoint, an omegas sire had all legal duties to protect and be with their omegan child until the torch was passed onto a significant other. The courting process between alpha and omega were strict and migraine inducing. Sometimes, sires would refuse to pass off their omegas to the desired mate because they hadn’t deemed them good enough for their child. It was a whole nightmare that tv shows had capitalized off for decades. But for someone as kind as Yuuji, his brother was also bound to be nice too,

Right?

Megumi pauses, unable to think of what to say. It wasn’t like he could lie to Yuujis brother and claim that they were just friends, because they were clearly not. Even to a blind man.

“Im just nervous to meet my boyfriend's brother” Megumi blurts out without thinking. Both of their eyes pop open at the use of the “B” word

Megumi hadn't even been thinking when he blurted it out. Alphas were always territorial, to a point where it was painstaking. Prime alphas were even more so, growling at even the mere thought of their omega near someone else. Megumi had always tried to never submit, to not be a slave to his own instincts. But from the very day he has met Yuuji, his inner alpha has referred to Yuuji as his mate, and the obnoxious voice gnawing at the back of his head had only gotten worse with the more time he had spent with yuuji. His instincts had just convinced him that yuuji had only sounded good with the surname of Fushiguro.

“Really! I-I’m your—

“Only if you want to” Megumi hurriedly shouts, even though he had wanted it so bad, the last thing he wanted to do was to pressure his sweetheart. Megumi sweats, hands trembling, face flushed, heart racing.

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes, please say yes, please, please please please please please please please please—

Instead of a verbal response Megumi gets 80 kilograms of pure sunlight jumping into his arms, all sealed with a sugary sweet kiss pressed to his lips.

Megumi puts a hand on yuujis plump bottom, giving it a slight squeeze as he grins into the kiss.

“Is that a yes?” Megumi breaks the kiss and grins, teasing a blushing Yuuji. Yuuji just pouts and pounces on him for another kiss.

The kiss is sloppy, inexperienced, desperate, passionate and young, just like them. Both of their faces are flushed bright red, lips slicked with a combination of both their salvia, a sticky concoction made with their love. Megumi doesn't know what he’s doing, Yuuji either, but nothing has ever felt better. Teenage love, teenage inexperience, teenage passion. Yuuji hums and whimpers in the kiss, overwhelmed by the greedy tongue poking in his mouth and the fresh alpha pheromones wafting in the air.

Megumis eyes are no longer blue, but now a deep purple. There’s nothing else in the world that matters, just this, just them. The heat in his pants intensifies, pupils blown like he’s on a high. A large hand smacks then squeezes the omegas plump bottom flesh to drag a delicious whimper out of the pinkette.

Yuuji retaliates, bringing up a tan hand to ride up Megumis shirts, tiny fingers teasingly brushing down to his abs and dangerously close to his v line. This is a battle Megumi is determined to win.

Both of them crash into the kitchen wall, yuuji lets out a gasp of shock, only for it to be greedily absorbed by Megumis mouth. With a sudden surge of strength and courage similar to a dose of potent steroids, he does an experimental grind against Yuuji's treasured goods. The effect is immediate, the tanned hand that once was caressing his abs drops, the omega lets out a cute cry, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

The smell of omega slick permeates the room, it’s thick and potent. Megumis pupils blow open only to leave a thin ring of dark blue, fangs sprouting from his mouth.

Megumi is going to devour yuuji.

A large pale hand travels down to the elastic waistband of Yuujis shorts, lanky fingers travelling down to finally touch the object of his desired fantasies—

“Ow! Fuck!” Megumi pulls back the kiss, grabbing his forehead. Something had cut his forehead out of thin air, a cut similar to a thin deep paper cut. A tiny drip of blood travels down his face, a crimson red liquid.

“Megumi?! Where’d that come from? Are you okay?” Yuuji immediately wipes his lips and pulls Megumis hair up with his hand to reveal his forehead.

“It doesn't hurt, don't worry it just caught me off guard" Megumi groans, embarrassed that a simple cut as small as a paper cut had ended their first romantic experience. Megumi's hands land on Yuuji's waist again, leaning in for another kiss.

There’s a small slice behind his ear, in the same paper cut style from before. What the fuck?

Megumi looks up, and that’s when he sees it.

There’s a man standing at the door. He’s an alpha. The man is tall, wearing a simple outfit of black baggy jeans and a white sweater. He’s human, or at least mostly human, Megumi theorizes. There’s a dark cursed energy to him, this is not a normal human. His hair is pulled up into an odd hairstyle for a grown man, two dark pigtails tied with reusable elastic bands. The hairbands that Tsumiki and Maki had used. But that’s when he notices the most distinguishing feature on the alpha, an eccentric thick black line tattooed across his tall nose bridge.

“I almost died! If I hadn’t ditched everything and made a run for it I would've already been dead” he recalls Nobara sighing last year. They had been in Shoko's infirmary. Nobara was laying on the thin infirmary bed, littered in bruises and cuts. Megumi sat next to her, plopping a sliced apple in his mouth from the plate of fruit Gojo had given them. Ieiri-san was rubbing some sort of cream on a wound on Nobara's hand, Gojo behind her listening with his white eyebrows furrowed. “But that’s not the strangest thing guys” Nobara says with a look of worry in her dark brown eyes.

“ he wasnt human, not fully at least” Megumi raises his eyebrow, still chewing on the honey crisp apple slice. Gojo lets out a hum of curiosity. “Do tell” Ieiri-san says, putting away the medical ointment. “He somehow was a human yet a curse at the same time”, all of them raise their eyebrow in unison. “He was crazy strong, do you remember the Kamo dude from the Kyoto school?” Megumi hums, recalling the older upperclassman from the Kyoto school, the former heir of the kamo clan who had been exiled from his clan. “ This dude was using the same technique as the Kamo guy, but he was like ten times stronger!”

Gojo and Shoko looked at each other, like they had the same concern, but it had gone unspoken.

“ He wasn't fully human so maybe that’s why he was so strong, but he had like a infinite blood supply” Nobara pauses, trying to recall information. “ I was walking home from the mall and he attacked me out of nowhere! And he kept going on and on about how I need to apologize for his brothers for killing them?!” Nobara yells, still shaken up.

“I think you’re still high, what kind of drugs did you give her Ieiri san?” Megumi says in disbelief, popping a ripe grape into his mouth. “ I even managed to snap a picture of him!” Nobara says, pulling out her bedazzled phone.

Megumi snaps out of the flashback, there was no denying it.

This was the curse human abomination that had tried to kill Nobara last year. His heart stops.

Megumi immediately pulls Yuuji behind him, what was a dangerous half curse half human doing in Yuuji's house?

“Yuuji you need to run! There’s an intruder here!” Megumi yells, guarding Yuuji with his body. He nearly cries, this was so cruel. He has finally made it official with yuuji and there was a half curse in the house? For what? Megumi wants to cry, the mere thought of Yuuji being injured overwhelms him.

Yuuji however, is on the opposite end of the scale, looking calm and unbothered.

“What are you even talking about?-

“You need to run!” Megumi yells,

“That’s no intruder! That's my nii-chan!”

Megumi pauses. What?

“That, that’s your brother” Megumi stutters out. Impossible, yuuji was not a curse or anything similar in the matter. The only plausible explanation was that the curse was trying to deceive him.

“Did you think he was dangerous because of the tattoo? You shouldn't judge a book based on its cover! He’s planning to get it lasered off soon anyway!” Yuuji mumbles, unphased unlike megumis jaw who stays dropped open for flies to fly in his mouth.

Yuujis older brother has a scowl on his face, his fists clenched and trembling so hard that his arm Viens pop out.

“ I should call YOU the intruder” the alpha scowls, staring at Megumi dead in the eye as he pulls yuuji into his arms, Megumi lets out a low growl in response, baring his fangs.

“ This has been my home and family for nearly two decades and I come home to find my precious baby brother being defiled by some twat head alpha in the kitchen that I pay for!”

“Nii-san! Don't make it sound so crude! He’s my boyfriend!” Yuuji whines out, and his older brother's eyes pop wide open. This, this is the look of a man that’s about to murder someone in cold blood.

Megumi gulps.

“Megumi, don't be shy! Introduce yourself to Choso while I get us drinks!” Yuuji chirps, running upstairs to the konbini. And as soon as the door closes Choso growls.

“You damn sorcerer, what do you want with him!?” Choso grabs his shirt colour, crumpling the expensive baby blue polo sweater he had stolen from Gojo. Infuriated, Megumi growls back.

“I should be the one to ask that you damned curse! Does yuuji know you’re deceiving him?! Does he really know your true identity!?” Megumi growls back, hand clasping around the older alphas neck.

“ I am his brother, we share the same blood! I have been with him since he was a baby, I won’t let some sorcerer alpha scum defile him!” Choso Hisses back, kicking megumis stomach with a strong kick. Megumi stands unwavering, not letting his pain show a reaction.

Both of the alphas were infuriated, pheromones flooding the air like thick molasses. The smell was overwhelming; earthy cedar wood battling with an aged bittersweet smell of vanilla whiskey. Megumi clenches his teeth, growls coming out of his throat. Megumi was beyond infuriated; he had finally made it official with yuuji, and reality had hit him with a half curse, half human threat. The curse clearly did care about yuuji, but there was no way in hell he was gonna let an abomination bully him into submission over his beloved boyfriend.

“I am his boyfriend! I have nothing but love for him, you bastard!” Megumi growls and choso scoffs.

“You have nothing but lust for him! I saw you defile my poor baby brother's innocence!” Choso spits out and Megumi sees red. Megumi fuels all of his anger into a punch that hits Choso's pale cheek with a swift crack.

Megumi had been filled with rage. For an alpha that didn't even know Megumi, let alone how much Megumi truly loved and yearned for yuuji to say that Megumi had just seen yuuji as a sex object was truly infuriating. He loved every atom that made yuuji, he loved every hair on his head, every gold fleck in his eyes, he loved yuuji deep into his entire being. Megumi would never see Yuuji as just a sex object, Megumi would love yuuji until he would perish, and he would be happy dying so.

“You—“ Choso growls out, grabbing megumis collar to bang his head against the concrete wall which leads to Megumi letting out a hiss of pain.

“Break up with him immediately and I will be kind enough to spare your life” Choso spits out, glaring at Megumi with murderous intent.

“And what good do you think that’s going to do” Megumi scowls out, dodging an enraged punch.

“I may die fighting against you but what would that do?! The other sorcerers will find my body and find out what killed me, and they’ll find a way to pin Yuuji to the blame of your ignorance! I may not stand a chance against you, but do you really stand a chance against a horde of the strongest sorcerers in Japan? Do you stand a chance against Gojo Satoru?!” Megumi scowls, and choso grunts and lets go of his collar.

“If you put a hand on Yuuji or me I’ll tell Gojo Satoru and the rest of the sorcerers! I wonder how Gojo sensei is gonna react when I tell him that the half human curse that almost killed one of his students is still roaming around! He’ll take you away from yuuji! And even if you kill me on the spot Yuuji will come down to find you with his boyfriend's blood on his hands! Do you think he’s ever gonna forgive you for that?!” Megumi shouts, panting out of breath from the passion he had pulled from his speech.

Choso grabs his collar again.

“If you break his heart or defile him” Choso growls, grabbing his neck, “I’ll bury you on the spot, damn be the consequences”

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Hanging out around Yuuji while Choso was near was absolute utter hell.

Although Choso had somewhat accepted their relationship for the sake of Yuujis safety, the two alphas brother in law esc relationship had not gotten better. In fact, they had become even greater enemies.

Choso was the definition of a cockblock. Anytime Megumi had even given Yuuji a sweet innocent peck in the konbini, a flying item would knock Megumi on the head. Megumi recalls pulling a giggling Yuuji into the corner of the Konbini, using the little time they had since Choso had gone out with the motorcycle to collect an order of fruits for the Konbini. The experience is airy and clumsily, yet so sweet it aches his teeth. The alpha carries 80 kilograms of gorgeous omega in his arms, built arms resting under that plump ass. They use every second to sloppily kiss, giggling and smiling as greedy teenage hands explore under each other's clothes. Yuuji pulls back to catch his breath with a dreamy sigh as Megumi suckles on his neck, kissing and sucking. And just as Megumi pulls back for another kiss a green apple hits his head with the strength of a pitcher's throw. Temporarily knocking Megumi out for a few minutes as Choso grins in the corner, a box of apples in his other arm, Yuuji nearing tears.

Another time they had just been innocently holding hands, playing with Yuujis cute cat. They were sitting on the floor, string in hand to make the black cat jump up and down. The couple laugh together, hands and arms interlinked, leaving Megumi with an opportunity to plant a quick kiss on Yuujis cheek. But Before he can even act, the black cat jumps up at him out of nowhere and meows, giving him neck whiplash. “Huh? What's wrong with choco-chan?” Yuuji mumbles. And Megumi turns around to see Choso holding a slice of ham over Megumi's head. Bastard, using a cat to attack him.

Since Choso was such a mood killer, Megumi had found himself slipping through Yuuji's window at night. Sneakily crawling through Yuuji's window as the omega holds back a giggle.

The alpha pounces in Yuuji's arms, peppering his neck in kisses. Yuuji sighs, thick thighs clenching from arousal.

“Is your brother gonna come in?” Megumi mumbles from his neck, tongue still teasingly licking the omega's scent gland. Megumi pulls the omega closer to him and cuddles the precious thing in the world.

“N-no- ah! Don't tease!” Yuuji whimpers, pulling Megumi up by his hair, the alpha licks his lips and lets out a dopey grin in response. Pausing his attack on the omega's neck, sneaky hands sliding up Yuuji's shirt.

“He’s in the shower right now, we’ve already said our good nights so I don’t think he’s gonna come in” Yuuji says, pulling Megumi by his shirt collar to sloppily make out with him. Both of them humming with pleasure.

The two hormone filled teenagers had been making out and teasing each other any time they had the chance. Megumi isn't sure how he had gone from a virgin who has no interest in love nor sex to making out and teasing a hot bombshell of an omega in 3 months but he ultimately cannot complain. Every time Choso had even stepped outside their radius was a cue for them to explore each other's mouths and body, as soon as the two teenagers were left alone Yuuji gave Megumi a knowing look and Megumi proceeded to pounce on him. Ofcourse, the couple could never get very far with the wicked bastard cockblock that was Yuuji's brother, but Megumi savors every second.

But right now it was night, and he and the love of his life were horny and in a room alone, together.

This was a blessing from god for not being a complete asshole.

Megumi's large hand travels underneath the omegas shirt, greedily cupping and squeezing a plump tit. He then shamelessly does an experimental grind against Yuuji's soaked crotch.

“M-megu- ahh!” Yuuji pulls away from the gasp to catch his breath and whimper in pleasure, but Megumi is greedy, he doesn't let him. Yuuji can barely catch a breath before Megumi swallows it up, making out with Yuuji so violently that it almost seems as if the alpha is about to devour him. Megumi grinds faster, harder, and deeper. The smell of aroused pheromones fill up the room, Yuuji is so soaked that his Flimsy grey shorts are basically transparent, letting a perverted Megumi to peek at the cute polka dot panties Yuuji was adorning. Megumis cock is hard and angry, a bead of pre cum soaking his slacks. There’s a wet nose as megumis contained cock ruts against Yuujis clothed pussy lips.

The grinding is so intricate and erotic it almost feels like a choreographed dance. The bed creaking is the melody of their erotic dance, the cheap bed frame repeatedly knocks against the thin wall and the creaking of the rusting bed springs harmonizes with it.

Yuuji pulls away from this kiss, pupils blown to only reveal a thin band of gold, hearts dancing in his eyes.

The omega sighs with tears in his eyes, face flushed a bright pink.

“Megumi p-please…” yuuji whimpers out, grabbing the alpha's hand to guide it to his aching cunt. “I want it so bad!” yuuji cries.

Megumis hand trembles over the heat of yuujis cunt. He’s fantasized about this for more nights than he could ever count, fantasies playing in his head at night in his dorm room, fist desperately jerking his aching cock.

Megumi doesn't give a verbal answer, letting his body talk instead.

With record speed, Megumi pulls off yuujis skimpy shorts. And throws them to god knows where, and Megumi has to swallow the frog is his throat, because in front of him

Is an image that would even make the gods quiver.

Yuujis legs are being spread open by Megumis hands. Yuuji shyly hides his face away with his hands, embarrassed by his twitching wet cunt and cocklet. The omegan cock is tender and small, and presses against the soaked white panties, weeping watery cum. Megumi looks further down to see a chubby cunt lip eating the fabric of the panties, drooling on the white fabric. Megumis threads snap.

Ignoring Yuuji's gasp, he hurriedly takes Yuuji's panties off, shoving them in his pocket for later.

Megumis mouth goes dry. Yuujis pussy and cocklet are a blush pink. He is starving.

Without a care in the world, he dives into yuujis crotch, shamelessly sniffing Yuujis cunt and cock despite the embarrassed cry Yuuji lets out.

Megumi sniffs in and his eyes roll back, he cannot resist himself from tasting. A warm tongue sticks out, burying itself in Yuujis cunt.

“M-meguuuuu- Oh!” Yuuji slaps a hand over his mouth, conscious of his volume. Megumi however, does not give a damn.

Megumi blows air on that gummy pink nub, savouring how it twitched and leaked pearls of slick. He then shamelessly latches his whole mouth on yuujis soaked cunt, his free hand stimulating the omegan cocklet. Yuuji cries into his tanned hands, legs wrapped around Megumi's head much similar to how a cobra wraps around its prey.

Megumis eyes roll back from the sheer taste alone, heart beating, mind fuzzy, skin sweaty, cock hard.

Omegan slick was one hell of a drug.

His tongue travels in circles around his clit unrelenting, making Yuuji's legs shoot up with curled toes. With one hand pumping yuujis tender cock, he takes his other hand and puts a long finger in yuujis cunt while he sucks on yuujis clit. The reaction is immediate, yuuji cries and his back arches off the bed in a erotic pornographic way. His cunt twitches, trying to milk in Megumi's finger as if it was a cock.

Absolutely untouched.

Yuuji is trying his hardest to hold back his whimpers and chirps, Megumi however does not give a single fuck.

Groaning, dark blue eyes rolling to the back of his eyes as he tastes Yuujis slick and pumps his fingers in Yuujis virgin cunt.

Yuujis legs trash around as a spray of slick hits Megumi in the face. Yuuji had just squirted on him.

Megumi sucks on his clit through it.

“P-please Megumi” yuuji cries, pulling megumi's head up by the hair. Yuuji stretches a long tan leg to megumis cock, foot pressing against the angry cock in his jeans. “Please p-put it in” yuuji whimpers, pulling his legs back to his chest, spreading them open so Megumi has a complete view of his cunt and cock in the dim lamp light.

Who is Megumi to deny him?

Megumi curses and quickly unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down without a care in the world. Hurriedly pulling down his boxers as if his life has depended on it.

His cock is hard and weeping with desperation. It’s angry, swelling with a large vien running down the whole member, weeping with Pre cum. If Megumi had continued to eat Yuuji out he would’ve knotted his boxers.

Yuuji lets out a gasp, almost as if he’s a bit scared by the size. But the omega's body doesn't lie, it twitches in arousal and it’s drooling a shot of potent slick.

“I love you” Megumi growls out with a lisp, fully sprouted marking fangs impairing his speech.

Yuuji lets out a sweet erotic smile, tanned hand travelling down to his pink cunt to open it with his middle and index finger.

“Then show me that you do” Yuuji teases.

Megumi loses control, ramming into yuuji with no warning.

Yuuji squeals as the girthy cock invades his pussy, tears falling from his rolled back eyes, his free hand playing with his own pecs.

Megumi looks down. What was once a pink tight slit opens like a flower. Pussy lips that resemble the petals of a gorgeous flower twitch with the wet dew of slick around his cock. Megumi had taken his virginity, yuujis pussy had bloomed from a pink slit to a blossoming flower. Megumis threads snap once again.

Megumi sets a pace that would make a maiden blush, ramming into yuujis cunt with the aggression and passion of ten men, bottoming out in yuujis cunt. And that’s when Megumi sees it.

A bulge popping out on Yuujis sun kissed belly, from the tip of his cock.

“G-god damn” Megumi growls out, pressing on the bulge as he increases the speed of his pace.

Yuuji is out of control, legs trembling and twitching, biting his plump bottom lip to conceal his moans so hard that it had drawn blood.

“Mhm!— oh! Fuck- m-megu-Megumi! Too- too big!” Yuuji cries out from beneath, and Megumi can hear it echo throughout the room.

Megumi is cruel though, relentless. Not slowing down his pace, he slaps a hand over yuujis mouth and whispers in his ear with his warm breath.

“Shhhh, come on” Megumi coos in his ear, licking it in the process.

With every strong thrust, yuujis cunt and cock would let out a small spray of slick. Making a puddle of debauchery beneath them, forming a white creamy ring at the base of megumis cock from all the juices that they were producing.

Megumi chuckles, breathless as he fucks into yuuji even harder.

“Ahnn!- me-megu! Megumi!” Yuuji cries out as quietly as he can , pulling Megumi closer to him by the neck for a sweet kiss.

There's a whimper from yuuji as he rolls his eyes back, and Megumi has to hold back a groan as yuuji milks around his cock. Clenching around him, enticing him and begging Megumi to give him his knot.

Megumi will never deny Yuuji.

“P-please! I-in me, cum! Pleaseee!” Yuuji cries out from beneath. Megumi would never say no to that.

And as megumis climax nears he increases the pace. Yuujis nails clawing at the alphas toned back from overstimulation.

He was close, so close.

“I’-im gonna cum yuuj-

“Yuuji? Did you brush your teeth yet? You just ate cake so you have to brush your-

Choso stands at the open door. Hit with the smell of aroused pheromones. His hair is wet and down for a shower. Wearing a plain black t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. Chosos eyes ping pong between his baby baby brothers naked body and the naked alpha towering over his baby brother. He stands there, mouth open, shocked before the realization hits him.

“You bastard!” Choso growls. Yuuji jumps up and immediately wraps his blanket around his naked sweaty body, running towards Choso to try to protect Megumi. Megumi hurriedly puts on his pants, panicking as he looks for his shirt and shoes.

“Nii-san! It’s not what it looks like! I swear!” Yuuji blocks Choso from going further but it’s a useless attempt. Choso picks up Yuuji carefully and places him out of the way like a chest piece.

“I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Choso shouts out, rolling his sleeves up.

“Megumi run!” Yuuji screams, a blanket still covering his naked body. Megumi quickly hops out the open window in a panic.

Choso runs to the kitchen and grabs a frying pan before following him.

That night Megumi runs home barefoot, shirtless, pants unbuttoned. Returning back to his dorm with a frying pan shaped bruise on his back

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Heyyy yall DW NO BAD NEWS, I have to fly a lot for work so my post schedule is like once a week-10 days bc I’m constantly jet lagged 🫩🫩. BUT CHAPTER WILL BE OUT IN 2-3 DAYS.

But honestly there’s been an anonymous user (or a few users) commenting hate comments which really demotivates me. I’ve deleted most of them but I can’t block them. PLEASE READ THE TAGS BEFORE YOU READ THIS. I’ve had people call me disgusting for sexualizing highschoolers. To that I say it’s fanfiction and it’s AO3…… I tried to make this a very fluffy clique teenage love story and I feel like half of us were bussing it down in highschool so idk……

 

These comments have demotivated me BUT THAT AINT GONNA STOP ME 😈😈😈😈😛😛😛😛. BUT I JUST WANNA PUT THE WARNING OUT THERE TO PLEASE READ THE TAGS, THIS IS GONNA GET EVEN MORE SMUTTY FROM HERE!!

A treat for the ppl who actually read this. There’s gonna be a lot of smut in the next chapter. So I’ll ask for a poll. For the smut next chapter do y’all want breeding kink sex or semi public jealousy sex ( don’t be greedy you can only choose one)

 

I WILL DELETE THIS DISCLAIMER IN 24 HOURS SO VOTE QUICK AND THANK YOU FOR ACKNOWLEDGING MY CONCERN AND WHY IVE BEEN FEELING DEMOTIVATED W THESE HATE COMMENTS 🫶🏻🫶🏻.

 

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“Please nii-san! I only ask you for this! When have I ever asked for anything else?” Yuuji cries, pulling at Choso's shirt.

 

“He’s only gonna take me to the mall! I’ll be back before 9! I promiseeee!”

 

“ no” Choso grumbles, avoiding looking Yuuji in the eye to avoid the pleading puppy eyes Yuuji was throwing at him.

 

They were in their grandfather's hospital room. After 8 beers, 15 cigarettes and 10 hours of loud sobbing Choso did not have the heart to lecture his precious little brother. In Choso's eyes, Yuuji had done nothing wrong, it was simply the sea urchin bastard that had taken advantage of his poor, naive brother. The two of them stand there, yuuji pouting, waiting for the nurse to bring wasuke back from his morning walk.

 

After Choso had caught them in the act yesterday he was livid. After Choso had chased Megumi like a rabid dog, attacking him with anything he could throw at the younger alpha, Choso had walked home infuriated and sobbing.

 

His precious yuuji, the most important person in his life, the most important omega in his life, his beloved otouto had fallen in love with a stupid sorcerer teenage alpha with raging bedhead and hormones. That night, Choso had finished a whole pack of chilled beer and smoked his entire cigarette case in one night, crying as he caressed a Polaroid photo of yuuji as a pup.

 

“Whyyyy!? Im bound to get mated off eventually-

 

“No!” Choso growls.

 

“ What do you even see in him?! He’s like a walking beanpole! He’s awkward, ugly and a total freak! Why do you need an alpha like that when you have your nii-san?!”.

 

“Megumi is a good alpha!” Yuuji screams, uncaring of the passing by nurses that rubberneck into the room.

 

“He treats me like royalty! He buys me countless gifts, helps out in the store without me asking him and he makes me happy! Why can’t you see that nii-san?” Yuuji pouts, calloused fingers clenching onto the basket of freshly picked plumps he had brought for his grandfather.

 

“Name your price” Choso hisses.

 

“Huh?”

 

“Do you want hotpot? Do you want a car? Do you want a house? I’ll get you a house” Choso rambles, a crazed look in his black eyes. Yuuji did not know exactly how Choso had made an income, but he knew he had to make a lot to put their grandfather in one of the top 24/7 care homes and for daily trial treatments.

 

“ I want megumi!” yuuji cries, shaking his head as his brother snaps the pen in his hand, ever the brute.

 

“I rather you be single then” choso is unwavering, not budging an inch, even with the shiny tears falling down Yuujis cute face.

 

“Why?! I am of the age-

 

“No!”

 

“You used to be this small when you were first born” Choso hisses, snatching a plum from yuujis fruit basket.

 

“ That’s not possible nii-san-

 

“ THIS SMALL” Choso yells, pinching the plum in between his long fingers, pointing at it to prove a point.

 

“ I leave you for a mere moment and you already have rolled in bed with a snot nosed, no-good alpha!” Choso cries, squishing the plum with anger.

 

“Oh Christ, let the boy breathe you nag!”

 

“Jii-san!”

 

“Old man”

 

The slim pretty beta nurse in pink scrubs quickly gulps and bows before parking wasukes wheelchair next to his hospital bed, running out of the room to dodge the thick cloud of unspoken tension.

 

Wasuke, frail yet ever so strong hops out of his chair with a grunt and plops onto his bed, death glaring Choso in the process

 

“Grandfather, you would not believe what I caught our yuuji doing last night!-

 

“It’s not like that nii!” Yuuji gently slaps the older alphas mouth, face as pink as his hair.

 

“Was it drugs?”

 

“No”

 

“Was he fighting?”

 

“No!

 

“Then I don’t care” wasuke shrugs, pulling yuuji by his hand, positioning him near him, caressing Yuuji's young hand with his old wrinkly one.

 

Yuuji looks relieved yet scared, afraid of his grandfather finding out the actual truth. What would his jii-san say if he had found out that his precious baby boy had been having some heat of the moment unprotected sex with an alpha that he had only been dating for less than a month in his childhood bedroom?

 

Choso however has the same look on his face; the same look that adorned his face when he caught someone picking on yuuji, the same face that he had when he caught a group of shoplifting delinquents stealing beer from the konbini, the same face that yuuji had learned to fear the most. The look of thin, crinkled jet black eyebrows. The look of pale lips leaning down in a scowl. The specks of red that would set aflame in dark brown pupils

 

Yuuji slaps his face, squeezing his eyes shut from embarrassment.

 

“Our poor yuuji got defiled by some stupid alpha!-

 

“Oh, him” Wasuke interrupts Choso, spitting out a plum pit into a tissue, unphased and nonchalant.

 

Choso however is livid, grunting as yuuji tries to hold him back from unplugging wasukes heart monitor, crying and pouting at his brother to make him fall for his charm.

 

“What was his name? Meguki? Megami? Yuuji, help your old man out” Wasuke groans out, scratching his greyed scalp with his finger, trying his best to recall the proper name through his senile haze.

 

Yuuji and Choso both look at each other, both as confused as fresh new born babies.

 

“He visited me like 2 months ago? Asked for my blessing. Nice kid, brings cushy gifts” wasuke grunts out, wrinkled eyes looking at his bedside table in which a box of traditional herbal medicine lay on.

 

“Nice?!” Choso shouts, slamming his pale fists on the bed railing.

 

“HE CRAWLED THROUGH YUUJIS WINDOW TO HAVE SEX WITH-

 

Yuuji squeaks and slaps a tanned hand over Chosos mouth, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment.

 

The embarrassment Choso often makes him feel rings and tingles from his head to his toes. From the moment Choso had stood up and started shouting and screaming a standing ovation at his kindergarten dress rehearsal concert, to the moment where Choso tried to staple megumis pant zipper shut with a staple gun the day they had met.

 

“ I don’t care what that boy does unless he breaks our yuujis heart or knocks him up before they get hitched” wasuke dismisses him, still oozing alphan authority that almost instinctively makes yuuji bow his head at his senile age.

 

“Ji-san… he was going… raw” Choso Hisses out as if he’s recalling his time during a world war, nails digging into European white bedsheets, tearing out tuffs of cotton.

 

“Oh please! Everyone has raw sex you idiot! Yuujis not even on his heat so there's no way he would get knocked up! Plus we all know that boy is responsible enough to pull out!—

 

“GRANDPA!”

 

“Do me a favour and get married soon boy! I’m damn near in the death hole and I don’t have any great grandkids yet!”

 

“I will rip your IV out of your wrinkly old arm you hag-

 

“ OH CRAM IT!” Wasuke slaps Choso with a stiff hospital pillow with an incredible strength for a man of his seniority.

 

Choso huffs and crosses his muscular arms, biting his cheek.

 

“Megumi is a good man! A bit plain for my liking but it balances out our yuuji.” Wasuke takes a pause to look at his pink haired grand child, unspoken fondness on his tongue.

 

“You should be grateful that he didn’t end up with a drug addict, a dropout, a bum or a fart twice his age!”

 

Yuuji smiles, tears welling up in his eyes.

 

“You especially should be grateful that he isn't rolling with someone like his mom! She was one crazy bitch!-

 

Choso chokes on his spit and looks away, almost as if he knows something that the other two itadoris don’t.

 

“How can I be sure that Megumi wont maul yuuji when they’re alone together! I can’t in good consciousness let him go out with him!” Choso growls, opinion as unwavering and strong as a boulder.

 

“Yuuji is a good boy. A bit clumsy but pure and good at heart. We both know he won’t do anything bad”

 

Choso, still infuriated, tries to come back with a fiery comeback but is stuck with his mouth open in a silent gape from the truth in his grandfather's argument.

 

“Yuuji”

 

“Yes, ji-san?” Yuuji mumbles out nervously.

 

“Go out with him, stay the night too”

 

“Thank you thank you thank youuuu!!” Yuuji peppers kisses on his grandfather's face.

 

Both of the itadoris ignore the look of utter defeat on Chosos face.

 

__________________

 

“What the hell?” Megumi groans, hand pulling back his hairline to reveal a red hot forehead.

Pale long fingers fidget with the car screen display of Gojos fancy BMW that he had practically stolen within 5 minutes of him asking for permission to borrow it.

 

Being the most responsible out of his peers. Megumi had made a bee line to get his license as soon as his 18th birthday hit. His logic being that in case ichiji was busy (or croaked) the group would need an emergency chauffeur.

 

Another reason Megumi got his license so early was that he loved freedom. Even if it just meant 5 minutes of cruising around without dictatorship, the moment was as euphoric as the drag of a cigarette.

 

Another frustrated groan tumbles out of the alphas lips, hands rapidly clicking on the car display screen to adjust the music. Eyebrows furrowing as he bites his lip in confusion.

 

Sensual jazz music plays throughout the car, and even as Megumi skips the song for another song, another sensual jazz song plays in replacement of it.

 

It’s almost as if someone has tampered with it…..

 

Megumi turns the keys to turn off the power of the car, giving up on trying to tinker with the car music.

 

Megumi looks at his reflection in the car mirror, fidgeting with his hair and collar.

 

Megumi had never been one to be self conscious of his appearance; not because he was vain or confident of his visuals, but rather he just couldn't care. There was never a fraction of megumis life where it could be considered normal, so Megumi couldn't find the time to be self conscious about his appearance like his peers. For over 18 years he woke up with no skincare routine, slightly combing out his bed head with his hands, and wearing whatever he had been gifted.

 

But ever since Megumi had met Yuuji he had been putting more effort into his appearance. Focusing on more weight lifting during his workouts to tone his body, eating more fresh foods to improve his strength, using his shadows at night to sneak in Nobaras bedroom at night to steal her expensive skincare, and stealing pieces from Gojos wardrobe were all a daily routine for Megumi.

 

A polished finger rubs mint scented lip balm on his lips. Megumi had just begged Nobara to trim his nails, and Nobara had delivered. Trimming his cuticles, filing his nails, and applying a clean coat of matte topcoat on them.

 

The scent of his pheromones and the fancy styling cream he had haphazardly rubbed through his locs fill the white luxury car. And as Megumi sneakily sniffs his armpit to see if he stinks, a rough fist makes 3 aggressive knocks on the slightly tinted windows.

 

Megumi doesn't have to open the window to know who it is.

 

Megumi rolls down the car window to see the uglier and far less superior Itadori brother.

 

“Choso-san” Megumi acknowledges, quick and curt.

 

When Choso looks at Megumi, he feels it. It tingles to his very core, and Megumi doesn't need any of his senses to feel it. He doesn't need his vision to witness the furrowed jet black eyebrows, he doesn't need his hearing to hear Choso's heavy breathing, he doesn't need half a brain to feel the utter hatred in the air chilling him to the bone.

 

“Kill yourself.” Choso says, sticking his finger close to Megumi's forehead.

 

“Nice car, who’d you steal it from?”

 

“No one” Megumi grumbles out, hiding the truth.

 

“Let me see your license, do you even have a license?” Choso mocks as Megumi pulls out his wallet and shoves the drivers license in the older alphas face.

 

Choso spits and swats megumis hand away, sticking his head in the window of the luxury car. Sniffing around for weed bags, heroin needles or condoms.

 

“I vacuumed the whole car before I got here”

 

“Shut up” Choso spits out, using his two fingers to pry open Megumi's eyes to see if his pupils were blown open from any sort of substances.

 

“I’m not high, and I’m one hell of a driver” Megumi spits, growing irritated from Choso's interrogation.

 

“You better be, if Yuuji comes back with even a paper cut” Choso pauses and uses his technique to slice a hair off Megumi's scalp. “You’ll be dead”

 

“I don’t believe you though, do a lap around the block for me”

 

“Are you serious you asshole?” Megumi spits back, hands clenching into fists.

 

“You’re what, 100 years old and you’ve only driven a motorcycle and I doubt youve ever stepped foot in an actual car, do they even issue licenses to half humans without citizenship?” Megumi sneers.

 

Choso snarls and hurls something silver and sharp at him which Megumi quickly uses his shadow to catch. The shadow drops the object into his hand, and it was not a knife as he was expecting.

 

“A fork?”

 

“Yuuji hid all the knives” Choso grumbles out, trying to take another stab at Megumi with the fork.

 

“Hi guys!”the voice that interrupts is so sweet that it gives both of the alphas cavities.

 

Choso quickly shoves the fork in his pocket and Megumi quickly fixes his hair and shirt collar.

 

Megumi whips his head towards the direction of the honey-like voice and gods, Megumi's fallen in love again.

 

Yuuji, in all his beauty, sweetly smiles at the 2 most important men in his life. Yuuji had never been into fashion, and maybe it was because Megumi saw yuuji through a filter of love but he found it awfully endearing. But it’s obvious today that Yuuji had put effort in his clothing, and a part of Megumi wishes he hadn’t.

 

Yuuji grins, in his shorts so small that Megumi wonders if they could be considered denim underwear, 2 globes of soft flesh peaking out from the bottom. A super small red cropped hoodie adorns him along with a black sheer tank top underneath to cover his midriff and his signature red sneakers. And when yuuji lifts his arms to wave at both of the alphas, the hoodie rides up and reveals a Cherry pink nipple poking through the semi-transparent tank top.

 

Megumi gulps and adjusts his pants to hide his growing boner.

 

Choso however, is horrified.

 

“No, no no no!” Choso yells, taking off his hoodie and covering yuuji with it.

 

“What's wrong?!” Yuuji cries, quickly prying Choso's hoodie off him.

 

“Otouto, you need to change, now”

 

“Why?!” Yuuji whines out, puffing his cheeks.

 

“You can’t wear half a hoodie! I get that the economy is in a recession but that does not mean we need to skimp on clothing!” Choso yells, looking up and down at his brother.

 

“This is the new fashion trend for omegas! I saw it online!” Yuuji chirps, doing a twirl so both of the alphas can admire his alphas.

 

Megumi chokes on his spit when he sees juicy tan flesh bounce up and down.

 

“Grandpa said I could do whatever I wanted today! So please? Let me wear it, Choso?” Yuuji pleads, fidgeting with Choso's fingers.

 

“Fine.” Choso reluctantly grumbles out. As soon as the signal leaves Choso's mouth, yuuji makes a bee line towards Megumi's car.

 

“No funny business zenin” Choso points at Megumi.

 

“Thank you thank you thank youuu!” Yuuji blows a kiss towards Chosos from the passenger seat of the white BMW. Megumi smirks and turns the keys in the ignition which unfortunately triggers the sensual jazz music he was trying to turn off minutes prior.

 

Yuuji's face matches his hair as he blushes a vibrant pink, Choso however is hot and red.

 

“You bastard!-

 

Megumi quickly steps on the pedal before Choso can kill Him.

 

———————————-

 

“Megumi!-

Yuuji gasps out with little air left in his lungs, pretty face being shoved into the European white goose pillow covers of the hotel room Megumi had booked in the heat of the moment. Toes curling so hard his tinned calves may cramp at any moment.

 

“You’re so…. Perverted today” the omega whimpers out, looking back at Megumi with a flush.

 

Megumi however, is too crazed to respond. Pupils blown, heart racing, nails digging into yuujis hips, words stuck in his throat, mind in a craze.

 

A mantra of the word “baby” plays in his mind like a broken record. Megumi can't think of anything else, can't do anything other than hump into yuujis rear, too lust mad and stupid to realize that to have sex at least one of them had to take off their pants.

 

“Ghunna— baby, in you” Megumi growls out, unable to speak properly with the fangs protruding out of his mouth.

 

It was Yuuji's fault; teasing him all day with his tantalizingly short shorts, lifting his arms to “reach” a shelf in his sheer tanktop and crop top, flexing his toned legs in those stupidly sinful stirrup socks. All those stupid greasy haired men leering at yuuji, wolf whistling at him, shamelessly mind groping spots that only Megumi should.

 

It soured his mood for the whole day, infuriated him. Megumi wanted to mark him, cover him in red and purple all over until not a square centimeter of peach flesh was left unmarked, mark his neck as if he had been mauled. But none of those things were permanent, none of those would leave a lasting impression. It left Megumi frustrated, picking at his cuticles all day for a solution.

 

It wasn’t until the couple ran into the older sister of yuujis old classmates that the idea was suddenly implanted into his head.

 

“My god she's adorable hina-chan!!” Yuuji coos at the black haired baby being passed into his arms. Maybe it’s because yuuji is such the poster perfect example of an omega, but the way yuuji lifts the month old pup in his arm and cradles her effortlessly makes hearts spark in Megumis eyes.

 

“How old is she? She looks just like you!” Yuuji says, bottom lip pouting down to tease the confused baby.

 

The two omegas have a conversation that Megumi can't help but tune out of his head, because all his attention is turned to how beautiful yuuji looks holding a newborn pup.

 

For some reason yuuji seems to glow, and his face seems more radiant than ever. And although Megumi had never been one to like children, a baby with yuuji seems like the cure to all his woes.

 

Babies? Ugh. However, babies with yuuji? God sent.

 

Megumis never gave much thought to being a father. On the contrary he hated babies and always assumed that if had gotten drunk and knocked someone up he would just give them a plan B or be as absent just like his father, after all the Apple doesn't fall far from the wicked tree. But for yuuji and no one else, he would change.

 

Megumi had never thought of the specifics but right now all he can think of is a baby with his love, a baby girl specifically. A baby girl that would take after her beautiful mother. A baby girl in cute pink pigtails, in a cute frilly dress and bedazzled shoes.

 

The glorious epiphany pops into Megumi's mind.

 

If Megumi knocked yuuji up, everyone would know that he belonged to Megumi, no one would dare to look at him with perverted intent.

 

“Megumi would be a great daddy!” He hears Yuuji exclaim to his friend, cradling the baby in his arms. The statement fuels a dangerous fire in his head.

 

The image of Yuuji glowing with his child in his stomach, his seed, his sperm, his DNA. The image of yuujis soft pecs growing and growing into soft breasts that Megumi would suck on to indulge in the delectable nectar that he had worked so far. The image of Yuuji's cunt getting chubbier and sticker throughout the hormone changes during pregnancy.

 

“What are you waiting for?” Yuuji whines out, flipping over to rub Megumi's bulge with his foot.

 

Megumi's heart stops for a moment, starstruck by Yuuji's lethal face. A flushed button nose so cute and upturned it makes Megumi swoon, Cherry pink lips so plump they look delectable, wide doe honey brown eyes all canvased on a round tan frame.

 

Oh how Megumi hoped his children would take after their mother.

 

Yuuji strips as Megumi licks his lips, palming his bulge through his washed denim jeans. And as Yuuji tries to take off those painfully seducing stirrup socks, Megumi stops him.

 

“Leave them” Megumi demands, tearing off his expensive shirt and jeans as yuuji covers his crotch, cunt still painfully sensitive from all the fingering and slapping Megumi had done in the car during the drive after yuujis whole “daddy” stunt.

 

Megumi couldn't resist using one hand to slip his lanky hands into yuujis shorts, fingering and slapping yuujis chubby cunt as he drove. Soaking in the frustrated whines yuuji let out every time Megumi pulled his hand out to switch the gear on the car. Inhaling the scent of yuujis mouth watering slick and pussy juice which soaked the white leather BMW seats.

 

“ you’ll have my baby wont you sweetheart?” Megumi coos, pupils blown, nose bleeding, lust crazed, mindlessly rubbing his rock hard member against Yuuji's pink chubby folds.

 

“Oh yes- please! Please, please, please Megumi! I’ll take it please!” Yuuji cries, jutting his hips upwards to meet the thrusts of Megumis hard cock on his gummy pink pussy lips.

 

Megumi quickly wipes the blood off his nose and grabs the base of his member, pushing into yuujis honey pot pussy.

 

“ o-oh god! Gumi!” Yuuji cries out, golden eyes rolling to the back. Yuuji whines in pain and pleasure, trying to get used to the cock splitting his pussy open. And even though Megumi had fingered his cunt raw in the car, yuuji thinks that he will never get used to a cock the length and width of his entire forearm. But all is eased when Megumi rubs his sensitive clit through the sting.

 

Megumi's head falls down as he forces himself to bite down on the pillow next to yuuji to stop himself from mauling the small omega. Groaning as he rams his cock into the impossibly tight pussy, body hair standing up from the chills Megumi gets from the overwhelming heat and tightness of Yuuji's cunt.

 

“Too big! It’s too big!” Yuuji squeals out, bunny pink tongue falling out of his mouth. Tanned hand grabbing the torn pillows above him, feather stuffing of the pillow flying out into the air as Yuuji pulls on the pillow for leverage. Toned legs fly up to squeeze megumis necks, toes curling so hard that yuuji starts to feel the cramp in his calves.

 

Yuujis omegan body knows that he’s taking a massive cock, slick squirting out with every massive thrust Megumi brutally slams into his pussy. Yuujis pussy overcompensates, squirting so much slick with each thrust that the mattress gets so defiled that Megumi is sure that he won’t get his security deposit back.

 

“Hnghhh- fuck! Take it, take it!” Megumi yells, flipping yuuji to lay on his side, raising Yuuji's legs up so his toes point to the ceiling.

 

And yuuji takes it, takes it with tears of pleasure streaming down his face and falling down onto the bedsheets. Megumis fucking him so aggressively that yuuji believes that his cunt is gonna gape for hours after this, sting raw from the barbaric size and thrusts of megumis monster like cock. And even though Yuuji's not even in his heat, Megumi hits his cervix so delightfully hard that a small part of yuuji thinks it might catch.

 

Megumi licks his top lip and fangs, licking up the blood running down from his nose. Each thrust is a gunshot of pleasure that sends shocks through his body, sends such euphoria to his brain that his brain is fried and his IQ has dropped to that of an inanimate object.

 

Navy blue eyes focus on Yuuji's flat sinfully sculpted body. Perky boy tits bouncing up and down with each thrust, childbearing hip fat wiggling each time Megumi slams his cock into yuujis pussy, and yuujis beautiful toned stomach that would look so much better full of seed.

 

Who would have thought he’d be so enthralled by the thought of yuuji knocking up? The thought of breeding? The thought of yuuji being full to the brim with his litter?

 

Cherry pink nipples bounce up and down, dewy with sweat. They look like little gemstones tempting and calling for Megumi. Megumi leans down, taking a nipple in his mouth, closing his eyes and taking harsh sucks on the pink buds.

 

“N-not there! Please!” Yuuji tries to push him away with a weak hand, too embarrassed from the lewd sounds he was producing. But Megumi doesn't relent, thrusting and sucking even harder. Megumi fantasizes about the taste of creamy breast milk flooding his milk as he nibbles on Yuuji's plump pec.

 

Megumi has to breed him until it catches.

 

“o-oh! God! Why is it getting bigger?!” Yuuji cries out, drool running down his mouth as Megumi meanly pinches his clit.

 

Yuuji drools, truly fucked. The omega had no idea it was even possible to reach this level of pleasure. To have explosions of ultra euphoric micro orgasms running from his toes to his head every second. To somehow transcend into a supernova like state.

 

Obviously his sweet yuuji didn't pay attention in biology class. Everyone knew that When a prime alpha knotted, their cock would swell up in twice its width.

 

Megumi feels his cock swelling up, even through the sudden power surge he feels from having yuuji beneath him moaning and whimpering like a brain dead slut.

 

Megumi grins, fangs only growing sharper as he pounds into yuuji so hard that bruises start to kiss yuujis inner thigh. Megumis cock and yuujis cunt both releasing so much fluid that it makes a sinful symphony of squelching.

 

“ I’m gonna break! Angh!- Megumi!” Yuuji thrashes around as his eyes widen at the true size of a prime alphas knot. Pussy being stretched to the limits.

 

Megumis teeth clank together, shivering, eyes rolling back as his knot almost fully forms. His knees almost give out from the pure euphoric pleasure, but he can’t give in.

 

Megumi grabs yuujis hips and pulls him towards his cock in one swift motion, grabbing his legs and pressing them down next to his head, a true breeding press.

 

Megumi then thrusts so hard that something in the bed frame cracks, pink cock tip thrusting past the spongy cervix.

 

“Oh my god!” Yuuji shrieks so loud that the glasses on the hotel table start to shake and vibrate.

 

“T-thats my!- oh god you’re in my- w-womb!!” Yuuji cries as he reaches his orgasm, legs thrashing around as they cramp, pussy and tiny omegan cock squirting a mess.

 

Megumi grins and soaks in the shriek yuuji lets out as his swollen cock head kisses past his cervix and peaks its way into Yuuji's womb, spilling every last drop of fertile venom into Yuuji's womb.

 

Yuuji shakes like a leaf from the dozens of micro orgasms that hit him like a bus every few seconds, eyes rolled to the back of his head, tongue lulled out, raw red pussy leaking from the sheer amount of spunk Megumi had released into him.

 

Yuuji whines and cries as Megumi's knot settles down, wrapping his shaky tan arms around neck. Drool glossed lips whisper in his ear.

 

“Please…. My pussys sore, I need a break, gumi” yuuji cries out.

 

Megumi only deviously grins, long fingers reaching out to poke yuujis virgin puckered pink rosebud.

 

“It’s a good thing you have another pussy babe”