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snzydarling · 21 days ago

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charas: megumi, yuuji cw: snz kink content !!! explicit sex, chara with snz kink, oral sex notes: um. this is babys first smut fic.... please be nice im so scared to post this LOLLL first off a hugee thank you to @wildindigo111 and @randomsnzftshist for going through this and making sure the scenes werent awful. you guys boosted my confidence enough to post this LOL! i had a lot of fun going out of my comfort zone w this one. takes place post-canon when they're both pro-sorceres !! in the generic evb lives au. hope u enjoy !!

Yuuji is considered the only member in their circle who’s actually good at reading Megumi.

It’s not that hard once you know where to look. All of Megumi’s tells start getting pretty obvious once you observe for a while. For example:

When Megumi left that morning for a mission, his eyes were crinkled around the corners, and his brow held a permanent furrow. Last night, he had been kind of quiet, swapping out his usual few-word sentences for impassive hums. Pair that with the time of year, and Yuuji’s got a pretty good idea of what’s going on.

When Megumi gets sick it comes on slowly, and takes just as long to fade, so he ends up feeling just okay enough to keep working, and just bad enough to look pretty miserable for most of the time he spends sick. It’s a pretty unfortunate combination, especially for somebody like Megumi, who really hates it when you tell him how pathetic he looks.

He’d just texted Yuuji that he was on the train home. Ijichi had been taken out with the same thing he suspected Megumi caught, and his message said in no uncertain terms that Yuuji is to “stay away” when he gets back. What it truly means is that he’d finally accepted his fate. Poor guy.

Yuuji fumbles around the apartment while he waits, cooking shogayaki with way too much ginger. It's even more than usual, because Megumi sounded a little stuffed up and he wants to make sure he can still taste it. He makes sure the TV volume is extra low and the heat set extra high, and half-watches some weird drama Kugisaki told him about until Megumi comes in.

He hears him before he sees him. First, the click of a lock, then quiet shuffling as Megumi takes off his shoes. When it takes him a little too long to say hi, Yuuji lolls his head over the back of the couch to see what's up. He's standing awkwardly in the doorway, one hand covering the lower half of his face. His eyelashes flutter for a minute before he ducks down.

“ hi'tzchh-! hid'tzshhiew-! ‘dTZSh-iewh!” he gives a few experimental sniffles before lowering his hand and locking eyes with Yuuji. He’s all pink from the cold. “Bless you!” he calls, still dangling. All the blood going to his head makes it feel weird, though, so he rights himself. Even though the extra heat was meant for his boyfriend, it's made him feel all soft and lazy, too. He gestures for Megumi to join him, and frowns over his shoulder when he doesn’t.

“I already told you, I’m sick.” It's a little sharp, like he’s all annoyed. Yuuji just shrugs and pats the couch more enthusiastically.

Unstoppable force vs. Immovable object, or whatever. When Megumi doesn’t do anything but glare at him and look kind of miserable, Yuuji sighs. “I won’t get sick, Megs. Pinky promise!” Even though that's not actually the sort of thing you can promise, Megumi eventually links their pinkies together and sags into the couch next to him.

Yuuji leans over, steals his customary ‘welcome back’ kiss. Megumi shifts closer, a little suddenly, parts his lips, invites Yuuji in. Snakes his cold hands under Yuuji’s shirt. It's a little weird for somebody who was just trying to skulk around him, but Yuuji doesn’t mind at all. Until Megumi stops dead.

It’s a whiplash feeling to Yuuji, who was just starting to lose himself in it all. “You okay?” he asks, pulling back a little.

Megumi clears his throat. “Yeah. Just, um.” His ears are all red. “Sorry, that was a lot.” Aww, poor thing. Maybe, instead of irritating him, the comments of concerned coworkers did something else to his boyfriend’s psyche.

“I don't mind.” Yuuji pushes back his bangs to give his forehead a quick peck. “You’re so pretty when you’re like this, I can't help myself either.” He watches the adam's apple of Megumi’s throat bob once, twice, before he clears his throat again.

“Did you cook dinner yet?” He avoids Yuuji’s eyes as he says it, like he's flustered about something, even though Yuuji hasn’t said anything out of the ordinary. It’s good that he’s got an appetite, so he’ll let it slide, dragging Megumi to the kitchen instead of answering.

Once they’re both sitting at the table, Yuuji takes the chance to get a good look at him. He’s rubbing his sleeve against the bottom of his nose, making a click-click sound as moisture shifts. His other hand is wrapped around the side of a mug of tea, clinging to its warmth. Even though he’s been inside for a little while, his face is still tinted pink and irritated. His eyes are a little red, too, like he's been crying or something. When he’s caught staring, he offers up a sheepish grin. Megumi opens his mouth, probably to tell him off, but then his breath gets all shaky and he gives up before any sound comes out, moving back into his sleeve.

“ hih- hi'Tzchh-! hiD'zshhi-! hI'zsHhi! hih - hiD-” he’s stuck in limbo for a few seconds, gazing hazily at the ceiling with his breath trembling, until it finally catches. Yuuji can’t help but wince in sympathy as he flinches forward with a “ hiD'TZCHhiewh-!” that’s unusually harsh for him. Megumi rubs at his throat as he recovers, nodding in thanks when Yuuji presses tissues into his hand.

Once he's okay again, Yuuji leans across the table to kiss his nose, because it's all cute like that, and he really can't resist, especially when Megumi’s face is all scrunched up after. “Bless you lots, babe!” his face takes on a different type of irritation. “Your sneezes are so cute.” Megumi’s brow furrows even deeper. He curls into himself a little bit, like he feels exposed

“Are you doing this on purpose?” he mumbles, glaring in a way that 's usually kind of intimidating but is just cute now. When Yuuji tilts his head, kind of confused, Megumi huffs a whistly breath through his nose and gestures vaguely to himself. Then, to his pants, when Yuuji still doesn’t get it, flush traveling down to his neck and the tips of his ears. That makes it all click.

Megumi’s hard. He’s horny. Yuuji can't help the laughter that bubbles up, rushing to reassure at the same time. “No, no! It's-” he cracks up again at his boyfriend's face. “It’s cute! Ow-!” There, Megumi smacks him across the head. He stands up to put a mostly empty plate in the sink. By the time Yuuji manages to get a hold of himself, he’s halfway to the bedroom, and Yuuji has to scramble to meet him before he’s kicked on the couch for the night.

“I’m sorry!” He pleads, still wiping tears from his eyes. “It's really cute, I promise. Let me take care of you?”

Megumi just kind of stares for a minute, observing, like there's some way he could be lying.. If it were somebody else, it might've stung a bit, but Megumi’s just that kind of guy, and he seems extra sensitive today. Yuuji nestles up to him, kisses the wrinkles between his brows, and considers it a win when he's not shoved away.

“Yeah.” Megumi sighs eventually. Yuuji grins and dares to kiss him on the lips, now. “I’ll meet you after I clean up dinner.”

Megumi meets him in the bedroom, flustered.

It's so cute, the fact that he gets so bothered by this sort of thing. Yuuji, overwhelmingly, wants to take care of him. It's a familiar feeling. Yuuji meets him on the bed, encouraging him to scooch back a bit so he can face him, almost in his lap. He kisses him, nibbles on his lip, until Megumi has to pull away to breathe through his mouth. This close, he can feel the heat of his breath. He’s probably a little embarrassed. When Megumi initiates the next kiss, pulling him forwards, hands in his hair, it's a little bit of a shock. Yuuji can take a hint, so he starts making out with Megumi. He responds eagerly- snakes his tongue into Yuuji’s mouth, runs it along even rows of teeth. As soon as Megumi pulls back to breathe, he’s back with more need. Megumi’s lips taste like vanilla chapstick. His mouth tastes like menthol. When Yuuji starts moving his hands, tracing the muscles of his neck, every part of him feels wrought with tension. Yuuji’s a little nervous to take off his sweatshirt, since he’d looked so cold earlier, but Megumi strips it off as soon as Yuuji’s hands dip below the worn collar.

Yuuji runs his hand along Megumi’s back as their lips meet again. He finds ridges of scar tissue and traces them, savors the way Megumi shudders. When his hands find his hips, tracing the outline of arching bones, Megumi makes a raspy sound low in his throat.

“You’re so cute.” Yuuji murmurs, nuzzling his head into Megumi’s. He stops kissing him because Megumi can’t breathe when he does, and he feels a little bad leaving him without air. He moves his attention to his lower lip, softly biting at chapped skin. Megumi responds in turn, sucking at his lips. Everything Yuuji does is turned back on him ten-fold. When he moves his lips to Megumi’s jaw, his hand grabs more fiercely at his hair, legs wrapping around Yuuji’s waist. His own body is starting to overheat, warmed by Megumi’s flush skin. When Yuuji moves down to his nipples, licking at goosebumped skin. Megumi divides his attention then, dropping one hand from his hair to rest above Yuuji’s, where it's been lazily tracing the waistband of his sweatpants, and starts urging it lower. Yuuji starts to trace the outline of his dick, tented through his pants. He squeezes, and Megumi responds by bucking his hips.

Yuuji stops tasting the cedarwood of Megumi's soap for a moment, looking up to meet his eyes. They’re even closer now, Yuuji’s knee close enough to create a gentle pressure against his bulge. There’s desperation etched in every one of his features, in more ways than one. His nose is pink with irritation, eyes a little unfocused. Yuuji kisses his lip again, dipping a hand to Megumi’s warm skin under his sweatpants, and Megumi's hands clench in his hair. When he gasps, it's not just pleasure, and Yuuji watches the way his features crumble as he tries feebly to squirm away from Yuuji.

“ hiD'czhh-! ‘tzshh-iewh-! hiDt'zSHhiew-!” Yuuji feels mist spray his arm as Megumi’s half-bent away, because there aren’t many places to go and Megumi’s no good at holding it off when he sneezes. His muscles clench and shudder with each hazy breath. “hD’tCZHh-yu!” Megumi sniffles before he turns back fully, but Yuuji still sees the way his upper lip shines with moisture.

“Bless you, baby.” Yuuji murmurs into his neck, smiling when Megumi whines beneath him. “You did good. So pretty.”

While sneezing doesn’t do anything in particular for Yuuji, seeing the effect it has on his boyfriend does. Megumi’s even more urgent, encouraging Yuuji’s hand to his dick. He’s all needy, pushing himself closer to Yuuji even though they’re only a hairsbreadth apart.

Yuuji goes back to tracing his lips down Megumi’s front, kissing each rib, each blemish. He lowers himself down, never breaking contact, until he’s on the hardwood floor, knees pressed down like prayer. He wants to worship Megumi. He kisses down his stomach, tasting cedarwood and sweat and heat.

His hands busy themselves with Megumi’s pants, and with nothing to do, Megumi’s other hand finds Yuuji’s back, rubbing the hard muscles he finds. When his sweatpants lay in a discarded heap somewhere near the bed, he tilts his head back, and Megumi crushes his lips against his. Between kisses, when Megumi catches his breath, Yuuji studies his face. “So pretty.” He repeats. Megumi’s pretty all the time, but the rawness of being sick and soft around Yuuji unlocks a new side of it. “Can I suck you off?”

Megumi nods, clears his throat. “Yeah,” he says, and it scrapes against his throat like sandpaper. Yuuji smiles, kisses him again for as long as Megumi can manage, and spreads Megumi’s legs apart. Right before he’s about to take him in his mouth, his breath catches, doing that hitchy buildup until the itch crescendos. He has an easier time turning away now, and Yuuji can’t see anything but the strain of his muscles.

“ i'ndt-iewh! ‘ndt- ndt’szhiew-! hiDt'chh-!” They’re about as restrained as Megumi can manage. His hand stops their massage, leaving Yuuji’s back to create a flimsy cover between them. Yuuji takes a hand of his own, reaching until he can cradle his face in his palm, and tilts until he can see him again. On the one he loves, watching the hitching of his breath and the silent battle in his face, Yuuji understands the attraction.

“I want to see.” He says, reaching to kiss him again. “You’re so pretty, Megumi. Let me see you sneeze?” He runs his thumb along his face until he finds the side of his nose, pressing gently until Megumi gasps, desperate and whiny. He’s enchanted, watching as Megumi dissolves, guided by Yuuji’s hand.

“hiD'cZSHh-! ‘tDZShhi-! i’tTCHhih-!” he sprays down his front, hand clenching in Yuuji’s hair. The final sneeze, uncharacteristically harsh, jerks him forward, and he accidentally tugs at the strands, but Yuuji won’t tell him. Instead, he praises. “Bless you. You did so good.” he lowers himself back down, pressing another kiss to Megumi’s inner thigh. “You’re so pretty, Megumi.”

His dick is hard and leaking with pre-cum. Yuuji takes one hand to the base, tracing up and down as he licks at it. When he wets his lips against it, releasing quickly, Megumi makes a keening noise. His hands tighten, nails digging into his scalp as he takes it tongue to his dick again.

He’s oversensitive- pent up. Every time his mouth touches his dick he mewls, becoming tenser and tenser. When Yuuji finally takes him in his mouth, he moans, raspily and deeply. It’s really sexy- Yuuji’s got that warm, wanting feeling in his nerves, a too-tight feeling in his boxers. As Yuuji starts to blow him, his hands rub against Megumi’s inner thigh. Megumi keens as he works his dick, skin dotted with goosebumps. Megumi whines for more, more until they’re moving at a dizzying pace, and then he throws his head back. He sounds so good, so needy. Just listening to him might get Yuuji off.

“Yuuji-!” is all the warning he gets before Megumi clenches, breath whiny.

“ ‘cZSHh-! d'shH-yu! hiD'cZSHh-!” His dick bounces, hitting the top of Yuuji’s throat with each sneeze. Yuuji takes him out of his mouth, glistening with spit, and kisses where his hands just were. “Did that feel good?” he asks, and doesn’t wait for an answer before taking Megumi back into his mouth. He hears his whine, and that's response enough.

He works Megumi's dick with his tongue, feeling the tension rise and rise, listening to Megumi, until he warns him, voice strained and whiny, that—“Yuuji, I'm gonna cum-!”

Yuuji takes him out of his mouth, purring as Megumi orgasms, warm and tense and so beautiful. Every noise is strained, and his voice breaks when he comes down, resting against the soft blanket with one final, worn noise. Yuuji gives his thigh one final kiss, squeezing his hand to it as he clambers back onto the bed to meet Megumi again. The kiss is shorter than it was before, because Megumi's catching his breath, and can't do that with Yuuji's mouth on his. He doesn’t mind, choosing instead to watch his boyfriend. He looks tired, but happy, gaze soft as the tension melts from his body.

He can tell he's ready for a shower, not very comfortable with being sticky and clammy with sweat. The way he watches Yuuji as he stands, staring through his eyelashes with lips swollen and parted, makes Yuujis own dick twitch. When he comes back to himself, he's frowning a little bit. “I'm sick. You probably shouldn't have kissed me.” Yuuji kisses him again, just to make a point.

“I never get sick.” He says, chest puffed out. When Megumi pulls himself onto his elbows, Yuuji goes to help him, guiding him up into a standing position. “Don't worry about that anyways. You need a shower.” And Yuuji needs to jerk himself off, but he'll keep that part to himself.

Now that he's standing, Megumi looks really tired out. He leans on Yuuji a little as they shuffle into the bathroom. Yuuji’s happy to take care of himself in there, warm and lazy from the steam, especially if it loosens up all the congestion in his nose and lets him kiss him for longer.

He knows, when they’re clean and back in the bedroom, Megumi will fall asleep with his hair still wet and breath against Yuuji's neck, probably snoring a little bit. Yuuji will grab his phone from the nightstand, tell Gojo that Megumi's down for the count, and turn off the morning alarms on his phone.

Yuuji knows, as he observes Megumi's silhouette through the shower curtain, starting to nod off under the hot water. He knows he needs to snap a picture of Megumi's sleeping form to Kugisaki later, because he knows she'll get a little worried when she finds out he's sick, even if she'll deny it, and will appreciate the excuse to get angry at how lovey-dovey he is. He'll probably captain it with something sickly-sweet, like “look at my honey bear ( ≧∀≦)ノ” just to make her even more mad.

They repeat this cycle every time the season shifts into deep winter, and Yuuji's gone through it enough times to know. In Yuuji's opinion, that's what makes it all so dear.

#snz #sneeze kink #sneeze #sneeze fic #snz fic #sneezing #i dont jave much to say modtly because im so sleepy rn but also ive worked on this on and off for like 3 weeks and forgot most of my thoufh #ts about it #i find it soo hard to write sickness from an outside pov can u tell....#megumi was suposed to be sicker than he comes off i tjink but im so bad at implying it so i gahe up #i cant believe this is genuinely the first timr ivr wtitten smut i felt like such a prude #i hage 0 experience and im sure u can tell. sorry i guess #if somebody wants to get w me so i have some background knowledge to use then im totally down #just for research #LMFAO #ok ims o tired good jight theres orobabaly lots of errors i missed my eyes are so droopy #i wanna post this now cuz im soo busy tmmr ( ´-｀)#im such a little snz megumintruther. obviosuky. look at me #my last like 4 fics have all been diferent fandoms that's awful !!!#ok goodnight im serious i gotta be up early #im stalling im nergoud 2 post

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