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Late night question.

Staying over with inumaki when he suddenly wakes up.

The light from the blinds crept through delicately onto the side of your shoulder, illuminating the tiny scar and multiple freckles that kissed your skin so sweetly. Inumaki had woken up somewhat, excited after a particularly interesting dream about you and rolled over to wrap his arm around your waist. This was one of the first few times youd agreed to sleeping over in his room with him, and of course he had just had a sex dream about you. The relationship was still fresh, filled with anxiety and nervous touches, sex only having happened a handful of times, so of course when he woke up extremely horny and your ass pushed flush against his growing boner, he couldnt contain himself any longer.

He kissed your shoulder gently, moving his way down your arm and back up again, trying to coax you awake so he could try his luck at entertaining parts of his dream, to which you absentmindedly shuffled closer into him and groaned a sleepy ‘hmm’, sleep still entangling you suffocatingly in its grasps. He slowly reached for his phone and typed out a message, turning his brightness down and trying to put it towards your face as he hummed against your shoulder. The more he tried to gently rise you awake, the more you pushed your face into the pillow, huffing and groaning that there was no way it was time to wake up yet. Between grunts and annoyed moans, he kept trying to get you to look at his phone. Gentle ‘salmon’s would hush from his lips, trying to get you to look at his message, to which you kept pushing his hand away and snuggling into your pillow. Growing ever impatient with your lack of noticing,he pushed your shoulder gently with his chin and pushed his phone closer to your eyes so the light would somewhat let you know that he was trying to convey a message to you.

You felt the light flicker behind your eyes, indicating he was trying to show you something. Before you even opened your eyes, you let out a sleepy, slightly annoyed voice,

“If you’re trying to wake me up to show me a meme, im going to kill you. Lovingly, but still.”

“Kelp.” His voice was velvety and gruff, you could hear the smirk in his voice before you even needed to see it. You slowly opened your eyes as you let out a sigh, trying to adjust your vision as you pulled his phone back slightly from infront of your eyes,

“I want to have sex with you”

You rolled your eyes and let your smile engulf your face as you pushed your head back into your pillow and pushed your ass harder back into him.

“You don’t have to ask Yano, I told you before toge. Do whatever you want. I trust you.”

His eyes widened as he let his phone fall, did you seriously just say he could do whatever he wanted even if you were asleep?! He quickly blinked then gripped his phone tightly in his hand again as he frantically typed again,

“Seriously?!”

He flashed the phone back to you, insisting you looked at it again as he sat up on his elbow staring intently at you, praying to any and all gods that you weren’t joking. You flicked one of your eyes to his phone again,half lidded and being pinched up by your smile, then nodded.

“Of course.”

He leant down and kissed your shoulder tenderly, throwing his phone on the floor and holding you tighter against him.

“Wasabi tuna mayo.” ( you’re perfect)

You smiled against him, nuzzling your head into him as he held you tight, the ever growing pressure from his hardened dick now evidently trying to rip your shorts away from you. Youd let him use his cursed speech on you to tell you do to whatever he wanted, so trying to have sex with you whilst you were not so unintentionally pressing yourself against his pelvis wasnt at all out of the question. He was sweet, considerate and tender, you were sure you were going to corrupt him, one sweet late night confession at a time.

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Quick little drabble because I love him

“No balls.”

He turned his head to face you slowly, eyebrow pinched up and smirk delicately pulling at his lips. That was all he needed.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“GET OFF ME!”

“Damn you got moves nobara….OW FUCK IM SORRY!”

If there was one undeniable truth about Toge Inumaki, it was that he was undeniably, unequivocally a little shit. All it took was a snide comment from you to get him to use his cursed speech on the group, forcing you all now to dance with each other. Yuji had sprung from his seat on the sofa and pulled nonara into a waltz, Megumi had grabbed your hand and pulled you into his chest and started slow dancing with you, and Inumaki was stood there, arms folded against his chest and smiling, throwing the now empty throat medicine bottle in the bin. You really should learn not to tease someone with such insane cursed technique, but he was just so…..easy to annoy!

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Getting drunk and asking to touch inumakis markings

Yuji begs reader to join the party and after a few drinks you end up asking to touch inumakis markings. Panda and Yuji being cockblocks because to me it’s canon.

“Cmon, it’ll be fun I promise! Everyone’s going, even Megumi!”

Yuji was stood with his back against the wall of your dorm door as he slid down it with an overly dramatic pose as he begged you to join him at the party tonight. You flicked your eyes over the top of your phone and paused the TikTok video to glare at the overly annoying, pink haired baby infront of you, that had just barged his way into your room unexpectedly. Again. This was the third time today hed asked you to come tonight, each other time you slamming the door in his face, or threatening to get maki to beat his ass black and blue if he didn’t leave you alone, but alas he still continued to pester.

“Fine, I’ll go. But….you have to wear a dress with me. With make up, and heels.”

He visibly punched the air with excitement as he jumped to his feet, satisfaction lacing his cheeks as youd finally given in to his pining, clearly not listening to your conditions. You rolled your eyes, scooted off your bed and raided your wardrobe for the shortest, sluttiest dress you had. You managed to pull out a tiny red number, one your friend had brought for you when you first started at ju-jitsu high years ago, in hopes it would help you get laid. It still had the tags on and was a few sizes too big for you, so of course it was perfectly matched for Yuji. You threw it at him and laughed, confusion and concern lacing his now stoic face.

“Um, I mean yeah youd rock this but, isnt it a little….short?” He held the tiny number out infront of him, trying to assess the damage youd cause if you wore that tonight, especially considering it was a fairly casual evening with the other students. As his eyes finally reached up to see you bent down laughing, your hand sinking into the mattress as you tried to stabilise yourself, what youd said previously finally clicked.

“You want ME to wear it?! I mean, I could probably rock it….” And then he started to strip right infront of you. You span around, barking for him to either go back to his dorm to put it on, or at least go into your bathroom to do it, but before you could finish he had already pulled it on and was checking his ass out in the mirror that hung on the back of your door.

“Damn okay, I look good in this. LOOK AT THAT ASS!” He continued to check himself out as you laughed and shook your head, searching again for any other form of acceptable dress to wear. You trudged through countless options. Too slutty. Too formal. Too exposed. Too clingy. Perfect. You pulled a black mid length dress out that showed enough cleavage to be suggestive, but not enough for Nobara to point at your chest and demand an answer as to when you were going to tell her you were secretly a prostitute on the side. It landed just above your knees and flared around your hips and legs nicely, pairing it with one of your oversized zip up hoodies over the top would make it significantly more smart casual than wearing it alone, perfect for the party tonight.

You stepped out of the bathroom to find Yuji trying to flex in the mirror and see if it made his ass look better in the dress, only for him to catch your eyes and shine you his usual charming grin.

“Looking good there y/n, but….do I really have to be the slutty one here? Can’t you, Yano, slut up with me or something maybe?”

You shook your head and grabbed both sets of heels.

“Not a chance. You wanted me to come, this is the condition, now hold still whilst I do some lipstick on you too.”

You chased him around your room desperately trying to pin him down to trace his lips in the lipstick that matched the dress, only for him to escape your grasp and bolt it from your room, screaming down the hall that hed meet you in the common area in half an hour. You accepted the defeat and continued to do some light makeup in your mirror, a simple winged eyeliner and mascara would suffice enough for tonight, anything more and youd feel completely uncomfortable in your own skin.

The party roared with laughter as Megumi was corned by Yuji as he was twerking on him with his hands on the floor and feet against the wall. If you hadn’t of adored the maniac that was Yuji Itadori before, you definitely did now. You eventually settled down with a drink in hand and chatted away to Yuta who was trying his hardest to beat Panda and Inumaki at Uno.

“Tuna mayo, kelp, wasabi. WASABI!”

“Toge says you can’t put the plus four down ontop of another plus four. It’s in the rules. Also you’re a cheat.”

Panda seemed to be the most fluent in Inumaki language, but sometimes it felt more like he was voicing his own opinions ontop inumakis words than what was originally intended. Either way, it was hilarious trying to watch them all best each other whilst slightly tipsy. You eventually decided it was time for a smoke as Panda nudged the table by accident due to his large size and sent all the cards flying, immediately causing him to try to frantically pick them up and end up nearly breaking the table under his weight. As you stepped outside and lit your cigarette the door behind you then suddenly flung open.

“Room for two more?”

Out walked a very flushed Panda and inumaki slightly behind him, hair tossed slightly and cheeks rosey from the drink hed just finished; it was strange to see him without his usual collar hiding his face but definitely not a bad thing to be graced with.

“Didnt know Pandas could smoke,” you outstretched your packet of cigarettes to the guys and only panda accepted, inumaki holding his hand up and shaking his head gently no.

“It’s my brother, whenever I drink he demands i have a smoke or two…gotta keep him happy somehow i guess.”

You all laughed and shared the break together, Inumaki looking between you two as you spoke and offered a few choice words in reply, his glance sometimes daring to linger slightly longer at your legs as he looked around.

“Think megs will let me snuggle up to the divine dogs tonight? I love those little fluff balls so much!”

“Hey! Im right here….you can always snuggle this fluff ball up Yano.”

“Salmon salmon.”

Inumaki reached up to scratch at pandas head just under his ear to show off how soft and puddle like he becomes once someone scratches his head just right. It was beyond adorable to see how his eyes closed and his head tilted once inumaki scratched in the perfect area, leg almost thumping like a dog on the ground beneath him. You laughed at his reaction and smiled sweetly at them both, sending a perfect proposal their way,

“Doesn’t have to just be the divine dogs, I’ll scratch anyone’s head. Even yours inumaki, I just like making animals and people feel calm i guess.”

His eyes flicked to yours as he slowed his scratches, panda audibly upset at the loss of satisfaction now peppering his fur. He glanced back to panda then back to you and he whispered out a shy reply,

“Kelp.”

“He says yes please.”

He flicked his eyes back to panda as panda pretending to look up and around, averting his gaze at his clearly inaccurate translation. You laughed sweetly and finished your cigarette, flicking the end into the ashtray next to you before heading back towards the party.

“Well, Yano where I am if you want any scratches.”

As you walked back into the room, inumaki and panda stared at each other as panda smirked and pushed into his shoulder, nearly knocking him over and wiggling his eyebrows.

“You’re in toge. Head scratches only means one thing to humans right? You didn’t even need to speak to pull, you gotta teach me your ways man, im serious!”

“Salmon roe.”

“Yeah yeah, “mysterious” only works if you’re not a giant panda i guess.”

You sat with your knees pressed together as Megumi folded his arms next to you and faced slightly away, face annoyed as usual and voice low, monotone and already bored of your questions.

“They’re not pets. They don’t want cuddles and ‘scritches’ whatever that means. Im not going to summon them because you’re bored. Stop. Asking.”

You pushed his knee with yours and faked annoyance, folding your own arms and pouting at him.

“Guummi pleeeeease! I just wanna quick cuddle, nothing crazy. I just love them, and you can’t tell me they don’t love me too. “

“They don’t love anything, they’re literally shikigami.”

Just as you turned away from him and pouted again, panda came bundling over to you and plonked himself on the floor inbetween your legs, throwing his head back into your lap and smiling sweetly up towards you.

“Offer still on the table yeah?”

You rolled your eyes, smiled at him and reached your hand out to scratch under his ear where inumaki had showed you earlier. His eyes lit up and fluttered closed, his smile widening as a small growl of appreciation and euphoria grumbles from his throat. He may not be as cuddly as the divine dogs, but he sure was sweet. Megumi rolled his eyes, huffed and walked away opting to rejoin Yuji and try to stop him from consuming anymore shots from the kitchen table. You reached your other hand behind you and open and closed your hand towards him a few times, eyes pleading for another drink as you were now too busy being crushed by pandas head to move. He reluctantly handed you a few shots and walked back off, pulling Yuji by the back of the hair to stand away from the rest of the bright green shot glasses.

You downed both shots and resumed your scratching at pandas fur as you noticed inumaki taking a picture of you both on his phone. You smiled and winked at him, holding out a peace sign with your free hand and trying to turn pandas face towards the camera, only to find panda was completely lost in his own comfort to even register your hand trying to force his chin in inumakis direction. You ended up dropped your pose and flinging your head back as you laughed, whilst he snapped a few photos of you both. You could see the smile creeping up on his face as your head returned, your eyes locking with his again. You tilted your head to beckon him over, looking down at panda and back at him, implying it was his turn if he wanted. He looked down at panda, then back up at you as his cheeks became slightly tinted pink, contemplating whether to actually switch places or not. He slowly raised his hand as it shook, sporting a nervous thumbs up and tilting his head slightly, ‘are you sure?’ You shrugged your shoulders and laughter slightly, implying that if he was keen you were, causing him to stand up and put his phone back into his pocket.

You stopped playing with pandas fur as he gently pushed him with his foot, hands in his pockets and eyes not daring to meet yours yet. Panda huffed fake annoyance and tried to nestle his head back into your scratches, only to find youd placed your hands to your sides now. He groaned and whinged, folding his arms and protesting to move, only for Inumaki to sigh and slowly open his mouth.

“Move”

Pandas eyes snapped open as his body stood him up and moved him out of the way. Your eyes perked up as an impressed smirk laced your lips, you knew of his cursed speech and its capabilities, but seeing him use it to get inbetween your legs for you to play with his hair stirred something in you. He quickly crossed his legs and sat down in the same position panda was in and gently pushed himself back into your thighs, shoulders tense slightly as he sat bolt upright. You could hear panda groaning in the background, unimpressed that hed lost head scratch privileges but overall impressed that the usually shy and quiet inumaki was taking full advantage of being so close to someone else, especially someone he didn’t really know that well. He crouched down, grabbed his drink from beside your legs and tried his best at a low whisper, which unfortunately came out a little more drunkenly slurred and loud.

“Still gotta teach me man.”

“Salmon roe.” (In your dreams)

You placed your hand on the back of inumakis head gently, almost ghosting over his ashy locks at first, almost too scared to touch him, as you started to push the strands around in your fingers. The feather like touch of your fingers sent a shock down his spine as he shuddered, relishing in the affection and tickles but still extremely nervous. It wasnt everyday someone youd only ever met a few times wanted to play with your hair before after all. You eventually reached to his scalp and started playing with his hair, the alcohol in your system causing a surge of confidence to rise to the surface. As he relaxed into your touch, you could feel his weight laying more into you, his head tilting back slightly and eyes fluttering closed. You could have sworn you heard a faint mumble come from his throat the longer you played, the rest of the room completely disappearing to you now as it felt like you and him had entered into your own little bubble of gentle head scratches and warm bodies touching. Eventually you decided it was time to ask for compensation for your service, the drinks youd consumed completely fuelling this wild spark that was brewing inside of you.

“So, since im doing such a good job, what do I get in return?”

He opened his eyes as his head now lay in your lap, eyes flickering from you to the ceiling quickly, then back towards you, ‘like what?’

“You can play with my hair if you want, or….i have a bit of a, weird request.”

He picked his head up and turned more to face you, now sitting inbetween your legs on the backs of his heels, eye brow pinching up slightly as he waited for you to continue.

“Can I, maybe, see what your markings feel like? Like, with his hands?”

His eyes glanced down to his side slightly, a pink flush pinching the tops of his cheeks as he looked back towards you, smirking slightly. He nodded and stood up, holding his hand out for you to take it and follow him somewhere else. You nervously grabbed it and stood, walking closely behind him as he held the end of your fingers in his and walked you towards the door. If you weren’t so nervous, you would’ve heard Yujis drunkenly shout “USE PROTECTION” from the kitchen sink where his head lay in the bowl, ready to receive his inevitable spewing. Or you might’ve noticed how panda was holding Yuta back from running after you two and asking where you were going, his giant paws almost fully engulfing the poor boy into his body.

You came to the hallway outside of the party and closed the door behind you, inumaki still pulling you down the hall slightly so you were far enough away from everyone that you had some form of silence and isolation but not enough to make you nervous that he was taking you to his or your own dorm. You both stopped by a large window as he let your hand drop and he leant with his back against the nearby wall, positioning one leg up behind him. He tilted his head at your obviously nervous disposition and smiled slightly at you, holding a thumbs up your way. You walked infront of him and awkwardly played with your hands, the drink got you here but it promptly left your body as the anxiety of asking to touch someone’s face now filled your entire lower half. You slowly raised your eyes to his and let out a nervous laugh as he closed his eyes and pushed his face slightly toward you, smiling sweetly and awaiting you to reach your hand to his cheeks.

You raised your shaking hand slowly, fingers trembling as they closed the distance and stopped just before his warm cheek. He opened one eye slowly and looked at you, still smiling, as he raised his hand ontop of yours and pushed it onto his face. He helped dance your fingers over his markings, confirming your suspicion that they weren’t raised at all, and moved you to the other side, dancing your fingers delicately over his soft, impossibly warm skin. As soon as he dropped his hand from yours, he suddenly opened his mouth and slowly stuck his tongue out, showing you the delicately tattooed marking lacing the middle of it. You pulled your hand back slightly as he continued to keep his eyes closed, smirking wildly at showing you his tongue, for you to smirk back and gently press your finger to the mark. His tongue jolted slightly at your touch,completely taken aback that you didn’t backdown, only for it to meet your finger again and let you continue to trace the outline of the mark. When you finished, he playfully bit down on your finger and caused you pullback, both now laughing at his sudden movement.

He slowly opened his eyes and continued to smile at you, a shy ‘salmon?’ (Happy now?) leaking from his lips. You laughed back and nodded,

“Thank you, I know it’s weird that I wanted to touch them I just….”

He shook his head no, nobody ever actually had the nerve to ask him about them, let alone ask to touch them, so it was an interesting experience if nothing else. He saw your smile then promptly closed his eyes, opened them again and pointed at you.

“Close my eyes?”

He held a thumbs up and repeated the action, waiting for you to finally do it as well. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, confused as to why he now wanted you to be the one whose vision was blocked. He reached his hand to your cheek now, slowly and tenderly tracing small circles on it like you had for him, only for you to sheepishly flush and then stick your tongue out as well, mimicking what he had just done for you. A split second after he noticed your tongue, you felt a sudden wet warm feeling against you, his tongue now dancing along yours and moving around it slightly, as his lips then pressed to yours. You never expected him to shove his tongue in your mouth, especially not after awkwardly touching his face,but god damn did it feel intense. It was slow, soft and intimate, he wasn’t in any rush to back away, or to explore your mouth fully yet, only testing the waters to see if youd force him away for being too bold, or if youd receive it and dance yours back. There wasnt anything in this world that couldve stopped your tongue dancing delicately around his in that moment.

After a few seconds he pulled his tongue back and sealed the kiss, pressing his forehead to yours and smiling against your lips, hands dangerously close to pulling you into him and continuing. As he felt you smile back, your eyes started to slowly open to reach his only for panda to burst through the door at the end of the hall and shout for both of you,

“GUYS! YUJIS NAKED COME HELP ME OUT HERE! HES THREATENING TO LET SUKUNA OUT TO PLAY JUST DANCE!”

Inumaki sighed against you and pulled away, hands reluctantly falling back down to his side as he faced towards Panda,

“KELP KELP WASABI SALMON ROE!”

“Okay okay im sorry, you guys can carry on later I just….tell him to go to sleep or something…..please!”

He rolled his eyes, reaching his hand back out to you as he looked back and smiled. You laughed slightly and let out a slightly sigh, grabbed his extended hand and linking your fingers inbetween his as he guided you both back to the party to deal with Yuji.

You made a mental note that once he was sober and slightly less embarrassed in the morning, youd thank Yuji a million times for forcing you to come to the party tonight, and that youd then curse him later on for getting too drunk and ruining your moment with the new found kissing expert that was toge inumaki.

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I have fallen back into the jjk love and Inumaki is calling me by my full government name

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Imagine you’re going down on Toge and he’s writhing and moaning. He so badly wishes he could say the words that come to his mind but thanks to his curse technique, he can’t.

But you’re sucking him off so fucking good that he literally can’t contain the noises he’s making as his fingers dig into the sheets and pull them till they threaten to rip.

Then, by pure accident just as he’s about to come, he utters out “stop” when he really meant to say “don’t stop”

Naturally, thanks to his technique, you stop. Pulling off him completely with wide eyes and an innocent look on your face. Toge is pissed, not at you but at himself because dammit he just edged himself by accident.

I’ve been giggling for the last 15 minutes over this thought.

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PLEASE FOR the love of god read this, the whole thing is so beautifully written, so much better than most books. Im inlove.

Encyclopedia of the Apocalypse

[3: Light the Good Candles]

Toge Inumaki x Reader Zombie Apocalypse AU (Curseless)

Bombarded by zombies and plagued by recent experiences, you and your new found friend, Toge Inumaki, try to find more than survival in the remnants of civilization. this series contains: graphic violence, gory wound depictions, sexual assault (not Toge!!), angst/character deaths, mentions/thoughts of suicide, cussing.  **this chapter is a lot darker than most of the others, but it ends cute**

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DEAD DOVE. Please proceed into this chapter with the caution you would use being stuffed into a warehouse with an active zombie and read the tags. Thanks!

You’re hungry.

This isn’t a new occurrence, but still, like always: it must be dealt with. You and Toge split a crushed pack of poptarts this morning for breakfast, washing it down with a small amount of water you're conserving. 

It's time to resupply. 

There’s a grocery store a short enough distance from where you are that still has some selection of food – at least, it did the last time you were there. It’s small and thus, less of a target for anyone in search of a big haul. That’s one perk of staying in the same area through winter, you know where everything is. You’re not delusional enough to believe there aren’t others in the same part of the city visiting the same places. But so far no one has completely decimated the space like what happened to a lot of other stores, so you have to hope that trend will continue.

You walk ahead of Toge, making wide turns around corners to not be caught off guard if there is anyone. Anything, you correct yourself, it’s best to not humanize them anymore. That only makes it harder.

The coast is clear, for the most part. A few crawling zombies pull themselves through the street, but not fast enough to be an issue for you. 

There’s another perk of staying local – you’re less likely to encounter a surprise hoard if you’re familiar with the areas they tend to cluster. 

Still, you wonder when walking through a street of zombies became less stressful than paying the water bill or meeting work deadlines once was. One day, maybe you'll have time to think about that.

You make your way up the street by Toge’s side. This block was probably busy not so long ago, now the wide sidewalks and double-lanes make it a nice open space to travel through. Trees and what was once considered weeds have taken over the small squares allocated to them. You wonder if any of them are edible. That’s something you probably should have taken more notes on, but when you did have access to books on the subject you weren’t sure what to look for at the time. The information you did write down has been next to useless. Toge has plucked a few plants from areas like this so maybe he has a better idea. You’re still getting used to not having to be the sole source of knowledge for your survival. Your life would be so much easier if you could just accept that.

When you arrive at the store, you find the glass windows still intact and the door is unlocked, just like you left it. You’re not sure why you anticipated otherwise, but it’s a relief. You exhale a breath you didn't even know you were holding. The two of you enter, making your way through the familiar aisles.

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Food: Urban Scavenging

What to look for:

Typically, you want to find foods that are both lightweight and high in calories. At first that was easier, by now everything has been picked over. There are still options if you search though. 

Beyond that, here are a few other things to look for if you have the choice:

high in other nutrients, usually this means fortified but sometimes you get lucky

with the amount of walking and carrying things you’re doing, protein and iron are great for recovery

SALT. It’s not as hard to come by as a lot of other nutrients (not yet, at least) but still important to prioritize

not easy to crush (looking at you poptarts)

less processed is always nice, after a while of eating nothing but packaged foods you start to feel like the third day of a road trip where you only top at gas stations (but for months)

This leads to the next part: canned vegetables are worth their weight in gold at some point. There’s a limit to how much you can carry, but when your body starts to crave anything that came from a plant, it’s good to listen.

There are more pages on agriculture, but given that this all started in the middle of autumn, none of that has been relevant. 

Yet. 

It will have to be at some point, living on prepackaged food can’t last forever and you find yourself daydreaming of fresh vegetables. The thought scares you, not knowing what the future holds, but knowing it’ll be a hurdle no matter what.

While tracking down something edible hasn’t been as much of an issue yet if you know the right places, finding fuel to cook said food has been increasingly challenging. So, this limits the types of meals you’re able to prepare – saving anything that requires cooking for every few days. You'd start a fire but the smoke would probably attract zombies.

There’s limited space in your pack, but you know you can fit at least five days of meals in it if you coordinate with Toge. 

You also make a mental note to grab a multivitamin while you’re here, there’s no way you’re eating well enough to not be massively lacking in something. When this is the foreseeable future, you need to find some way to exist in it. 

The creak of the front door echoes through the shop, you swear sounds have gotten louder since this all began. You grab Toge’s arm, pulling him to the floor with you. The tiles are littered with stray candy corn that's been here long before you set foot here. Toge points at a set of swing doors across the aisle. The bottom doesn’t reach the floor, leaving just enough space for you to shove your bags under and crawl to the other side unnoticed. So, you do. You go first – checking for movement when you reach the back. 

All clear. 

He follows. 

Looking around your surroundings, you could go back towards the storage area or through the door to the refrigerated section. A digital clock on the wall flickers slightly as it changes; it’s 1:48pm. The date catches your eye. It’s been longer than you thought.

Without waiting for someone to come back and find you, you quietly press through a longer swing door that leads to the area behind the refrigerated shelves. While everything appears to have been packaged, it still doesn’t smell great. Something leaked through somewhere leaving a sour odor. At least no one will think to look back here and find you. 

It’s generally better to steer clear of other humans, you learned that the hard way. It’s how you met Toge in the first place.

At the time, you were staying in the library alone. Once winter came, nearly everyone hunkered down in the most convenient places for them. You knew you weren’t about to approach a larger group of strangers alone or fight for a better place. Given that the library was closed when this all started, there wasn't much to worry about. The doors were still locked when you arrived. You're the only one who seemed to have the idea to stay there. Even if someone else showed up you figured that the type of person to take refuge in a library would likely be more reasonable than the ones looting gun stores. 

No one showed up. 

You were alone for months.

The first time you saw another human in the world, you were out on a weekly grocery trip. The air was still cold enough to see your breath. Frost sparkled on the ground as you made your way to the nearest store for supplies.

Imagine your surprise when you walked in to find yourself face to face with an old coworker. His name isn't worth mentioning and you never really knew each other before, but you were so starved of human interaction that you didn't see the red flags. 

A few minutes later, he introduced you to the others: a man and a woman in their thirties who you never had much of a chance to talk to and a cute blonde in his twenties, Toge. Your coworker had been with the first two for weeks, Toge was a new addition to their group. In all of the excitement, he asked if you wanted to join them.

You said yes.

Everyone came back to the library with you, there was plenty of room. Enough that everyone could have their own floor if they wanted but for warmth and safety, you mostly all slept in the same area.

This felt nice, while it lasted. A few days later, plans were made for the group to temporarily split. 

The couple went out on their own, searching for a long lost friend. You never saw them again, but hope they're still alive. They seemed nice.

Toge was assigned to checking the parameters for zombies, a job that you can now see was absolutely useless since you'd been living there alone for months without issue.

This left you and your coworker alone. It's exactly what he wanted. 

You carried on with your day as planned, heading to another floor in search of books on herbal medicine. A stack of them looked promising, you set them on a desk in the corner. A few minutes later, you look up to see him standing at the end of the row.

“I've always thought you were hot, now here we are.” The slickness of his voice made your skin crawl. 

At the time, you still had some remnants of the past in you. Some assumption of a safety net built by social formalities that never really existed in the first place. That's why you replied with, “not interested,” and assumed he would leave you alone.

“I didn't ask,” he said, heavy footsteps growing closer. You looked around, realizing the only way out was to push past him. As you tried, he grabbed you by the wrist, shoving you back into the desk. Your free hand flew at his face before he caught it, pinning both behind you.

You wanted to scream, but you knew no one would ever hear you. Not anyone alive, at least. Maybe that would have been better. When you opened your mouth, no sound escaped. Everything in you was telling you to shove, fight, run, but your body froze, holding you in place. Your mind slipped into survival mode, going along with what you had to do to make it through. 

You froze, to an extent. And when you did summon what little fight you could to escape, he grabbed you by the neck, shoved you into a wall, and held you there. 

Half of your senses were heightened while the rest of the world dulled around you. You noticed every sound, every breath. The sour smell of sweat and cheap cologne layered over unwashed clothes. 

Yet every other part of you felt distant. Like this was someone else's life and you were just watching everything that was happening to you from the sidelines. You felt stuck for what seemed like forever.

For a moment, he slipped – needing to adjust or something, it didn't matter to you, all you saw was escape. You ducked under his arm, shoving past him to run while trying to pull up your pants. He spun around to reach for you, only succeeding in throwing you into a book case. 

The momentum sent the entire stack down into the next. And the next. And the next. They all came down like dominoes. 

The crash echoed through the building, if there were any undead in the area, they certainly knew where to find you after that.

Moments later, you heard footsteps rushing up the stairwell. By the time Toge came in, you'd managed to button your pants but you were still stumbling away from the mess.

Your coworker bailed, shoving you out of the way to make his own escape. It would be the last time he ever saw you.

Unfortunately for him, it wasn't the last time you'd see him.

Toge helped you to your feet, pulling you down the stairs. You had enough time to shove most of your belongings into your bag again before throwing it on your back to leave. Part of a tent pole stuck out the opening as you ran through the main floor, searching for an exit that wasn't swarmed by zombies. 

Your coworker was a few steps ahead of the two of you, heading for an emergency exit near the back. Through a window in what looks like an old office, you could see a few of them wandering the area. As the man ahead of you shoved open the steel door down the hall, they responded to the sound, swarming the area. 

There were more than expected. 

He backtracked, starting to pull the door shut. Without thinking, you kicked his back – making him stumble out and fall to his knees.

His screams were enough to distract the others as you and Toge quietly slipped through the office window and ran down the street. They didn't last long though. 

You sprinted until your lungs burned and your knees felt like jelly. The few zombies trailing you fell behind after a block, but you kept running for as long as the adrenaline would let you. Eventually, you followed Toge up a fire escape to the roof of a building before collapsing.

Then, you just laid there. By the time you sat up, Toge had already checked the surroundings and was hovering around, unsure how to help. 

He pointed at you then gave a wavering thumbs up. You shook your head. Moments later, a notepad was passed, “how can I help?”

“I don’t know,” you replied. 

You looked down at your hands to assess the damage. There was blood under your fingernails. You don't remember scratching, but your body tells another story. At some point, your knuckles were bloodied and bruised too. Your shirt was torn at the bottom. 

On top of that, everything hurt. 

Digging in his pack, he pulled out some hydrogen peroxide and ibuprofen. He offered you both and you accepted. Your hands were shaking so much that he ended up taking both from you. A stinging sensation overcame you as he cleaned your wounds, it was good to know you could still feel though. 

A pained look crossed his face when he reached your wrists. It lingered all the way up your neck, where he cleaned scratches on your jaw that you didn’t even know you had.

After, the two of you quietly unpacked, assessing what you were able to carry with you. You were down to one tent, less the stakes. That worked out though, as much as you were skeptical of being alone with a man – you hated the idea of being alone in general even more. It was a conflicting feeling, not wanting to be close yet needing it at the same time.

It took over a week for the bruises to fade. It was cold so the ones on your arms were easy to avoid. The neck was harder.

You spent that time staring at the ground as you walked past windows and averting your eyes from puddles, doing whatever you could to avoid having to see your reflection. It didn’t matter though, you could still see it in his eyes. The way his gaze would linger over the spots, his face slightly pained as if there was anything he could have done about it. 

And on top of it all, you could still feel the bruises. Taken back to the moment by the way it ached whenever you turned your head. Like a ghost hand following you even after you thought the worst was over.

Sometimes, you still feel it.

When you met Toge, you weren’t in a place to trust anyone. You tried to though, because you had to. The world is a scary place and it’s worse to be alone. You both knew that. The first few days were awkward, neither of you knowing what to say or write. You’d been through a lot together and you’d only just met. 

Neither of you slept at first either, being accustomed to spending your time alone. It's one thing to trust someone to watch your back when you're watching theirs. It's entirely different to allow yourself to lose consciousness around them. But, after a few days of delirium, you both gave in. As you laid your head down on your sleeping bag an arm’s distance away from him, you reasoned that if he was going to do anything he wouldn't have waited for days. He'd had you alone the whole time. Falling asleep next to him wouldn't make a difference. 

Now, you can't imagine yourself falling asleep without him. 

Toge lightly taps your shoulder, snapping you back to reality. Through the expired milk bottles you can see part of a circular mirror in the corner of the store. In it, a man and a little girl who looks just like him walk through the exit. While you don't know what he has had to do to keep her safe, as far as people to be in the same general area as, it could be much worse. You exhale, wanting to collapse on the cold concerted floor out of relief.

As soon as the coast is clear, you crawl out of the refrigerator and begin your search. As expected, everything is pretty picked over. You manage to find enough to get you through the next few days, even if it’s not ideal. In fun finds, you managed to pull a pack of unopened wasabi peas from under a toppled display and you found an electrolyte drink. Little wins, but still nice.  

You won’t be able to refill your water here, but with any luck it will rain again tonight and the two of you can leave your containers out for extra water until you can find another source. That can be tomorrow’s task.

With packs full, you leave, walking as far as you can in around two hours. Eventually, you come across a park. There's a larger than tent sized landing at the highest point that looks perfect to set up camp.

Toge lines the edges of the lower landings with sticks and trash he found around the park. The undead aren’t particularly coordinated so getting up here would be a feat and if they did, it would be impossible without knocking something over and making noise. Meanwhile, you set up the tent and throw your bags in to weigh it down. The two of you make dinner together quietly and your mind drifts to other places. As soon as you’re done eating and cleaning up, you sit at the edge of the railing, watching the clouds go by. It’s a clear night so you won’t get any rainwater, but you also won’t have to worry about packing up a wet tent tomorrow.

Toge taps your shoulder, handing you his notebook. He points at a sentence on the first page, “Are you okay?”

The two of you have been practicing sign language, but you're nowhere near fluent yet. It's easier to write.

“Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking about all of this and things that have happened.” You say the words, but your voice doesn't even convince you. He flips to a fresh page.

“You sure it’s just that? You've been weird ever since you saw that clock.”

“I'm fine,” you dismiss. “It's not anything that matters.”

Toge begins writing before staring at you scrutinizingly. His eyes narrow before he continues, “what is today?”

“You want me to tell you the date?” you ask, avoiding the question. 

“No, I want you to tell me what the date means,” he stares at you impatiently. 

“It's my birthday. I told you it doesn't matter anymore.” You should have known you couldn’t hide anything from him, he can read you like a book at this point.

“Yeah it does. Of course it matters. Happy birthday!”

“Thanks,” you smile awkwardly, “but I don't see how that could matter. It's just another day now, there's so much more to worry about.”

He writes for a while before handing the notepad back to you.

“It matters for the same reason anything does, because we say it does. It means a lot to me. If we don’t decide things matter, what’s the point?” Toge is already taking his belongings out of his backpack to fish something out of the bottom. He pulls out a singular tapered candle, setting it on top of a slightly smashed packaged mochi.

“Wish,” he mouths.

“I wish I'd met you before,” you say without thinking, blowing out the flame. 

“Oh yeah?” He squints, pulling away the notepad to write more. “How do you think we would have met?”

“Hmm,” you think for a moment. “Maybe when one of us was working or something. I never asked, where did you work before this?”

Toge smiles, “you get one piece of lore for your birthday. Are you ready for this?” He scribbles something else before holding the notepad just out of reach.

“I'm ready,” you say. He raises his eyebrows as if to ask if you're sure. “Really, I want to know!”

Feigning reluctance, he hands it over. “I managed a Game Stop.”

“That makes a lot of sense for you, I can totally see that. So,” you continue, “let's say I'm walking by Game Stop and see you working so I have to go in and say ‘hi’ or something.”

Toge laughs, you like the sound of it. He shakes his head a few times in disbelief.

“What, you're cute – of course I'd have to find some excuse to talk to you.” The words slip out before you can think about them. It's been a while since you've talked to anyone but him, much longer since you've told someone they're cute. You're not really sure what the appropriate way to do so would be in this situation, but you already said it so it's a little late for that. 

Toge sits, staring at you for a moment. The fading sun casts a golden glow over his ashy hair. His cheeks are a deeper shade of pink that's spread down his neck but he doesn't seem upset with you. More like he's carefully considering his next words. After some deliberation and a lot of scratching out his responses and trying again, he slides you the notepad. 

“I would have asked you out.”

“Really?” you ask, half out of shock. He's probably just playing along because it's your birthday, but it's still fun to pretend. 

“Well not immediately. But I would have.” He looks serious and nervous enough for you to believe he might actually mean it.

“Oh yeah,” you slide the notepad back to him. “Where would we have gone?”

“Hmmm,” he hums out loud. “I would have asked you to see a movie, but you're more fun than that. I’d have to try harder.”

You laugh at the thought of him needing to try harder to get you to go on a date. He could have asked you to watch paint dry and you would have said yes. “You really wouldn't have had to try harder. Honestly, watching a movie sounds great at this point.”

“Nah,” he writes, “I could still do better. Maybe mini golf?”

“Mini golf would be fun.” You picture the two of you walking around a mini golf course on a sunny day, laughing. It's cute. You're nostalgic for it and it never even happened. 

“An arcade?” he writes. You practically shudder at the thought. 

Suddenly you're taken back to when you and Toge first met and had the great idea to go inside an arcade to find food and see if any of the games were still working. There were zombies. 

Most were children. 

You generally try not to think about it. 

Toge notices the look on your face, immediately realizing the memory he invoked. He quickly scratches the suggestion out. 

“No, definitely not that.” You add, “hmm, maybe we could just hang out in the park together and eventually watch the sunset?” 

Toge smiles, “deal.”

He sets the notepad down, resting his hand by yours. His pinky brushes the side of your hand. It’s cute, subtle. You move your pinky to link with his. Given how you met, neither of you are about to make any bold moves physically, but this is nice for now. For months, you’ve slept half a breath away from each other. Had every meal together and watched each other’s backs through it all. But tonight feels different. 

Happy birthday to you.

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[feelfreetopleasemexo]

Asking them to be your first kiss

Megumi, Yuji, inumaki,

Megumi

You and Megumi had the kind of friendship that others gushed over. He was always so stoic, so preserved, until it came to you. You two were the polar opposites of each other, you were loud, excitable and social, and he, was not, but somehow you both had formed a very tight, close knit friendship, helping each other out on the parts the other lacked. So when you timidly walked into his dorm instead of kicking the door open he knew something was wrong.

“Why are you scared?” His voice was low, cautious and worried, you never made yourself smaller, kept yourself quiet.

“Im not, I just…need to ask you something.”

“Is it to go grab you period stuff again? Cause you know I have no idea what to get, and last time that lady at the counter made a weird face at m…”

“No, no it’s nothing like that, it’s….intimate.”

His body stiffened slightly as he span his legs around to the end of his bed.

“Like what?”

Hed saved your ass multiple times on missions, hed helped smear the blood away from your eyes and held your hand when you thought youd broken both your legs, so why did this feel infinitely more terrifying.

“I… need help. With…kissing, stuff.”

“What.”

His face deadpanned at you, he honestly didnt know what he was expecting, but asking for help with kissing definitely wasnt on his list.

“Look, I know it’s weird and I know we’re friends but, I was talking to Yuji earlier and it came out that I’ve never actually….properly kissed anyone before. I’ve done the awkward quick peck and the half lip half cheek shit but, never actually made out with anyone before.”

“So, you thought you’d ask me?”

Your chest heaved as you felt the world forcing you to the ground. You couldnt even look him in the eye.

“Well…yeah. You’re my best friend, and if I do it wrong youll just….tell me. Show me, I guess? It’s stupid i know I just…”

“Fine.”

His answer was quick, monotone and stern. You flicked your eyes to his widely and opened your mouth slightly.

“Seriously? Youll help me?!”

“Hurry up before I change my mind.”

You quickly sat next to him on his bed, nerves pinching inside of you as your heartbeat almost deafened your eardrums. He turned to face you, put his hand to your check and leaned into you.

“Close your eyes, idiot.”

You immediately closed your eyes and leaned into him slowly, following his lead as he carefully placed his lips to yours. It was tender, soft. He moved slowly, pressing lightly the first time, then firmer the next as he slowly started to kiss you with his mouth slightly open. He teased his tongue across the bottom of your lip slightly then continued to open mouth kiss you again. You shifted slightly closer to him as the heat rose in your stomach,not only was he driving you insane with his teasing, but you suddenly felt something youd never felt for him before. Horny.

As he finally reached his tongue into your mouth, you jolted at the connection. It was unintentional, it was clumsy and you slightly clashed your teeth with his as your smile disrupted the kiss. Even though his eyes were closed, you could almost feel the eye roll coming from him as he reached his other hand to your face and pulled you back into another kiss. He slowly traced his tongue around yours, teasing it more into his mouth than yours at first, flicking it slightly as he then bite gently at your bottom lip.

“Did you just moan?” His voice was gravely and quiet, barely above a whisper as he tried to hold back his panting.

“Shut up” you pulled him back into you as you crashed your lips into his, holding onto his bunching up oversized shirt in your hands. He deepened the kiss again and pressed harder, causing you to fall back slightly and topple onto his mattress. He followed you, continuing the kiss as he climbed inbetween your legs and rested his body just above yours. You couldnt help but pull him tighter into you again, tilting your hips slightly as you felt the pressure of his body ontop of you. He guided his hand to your hip as he slowly pulled away, his hair leaning over his face as he stared, half lidded at you now underneath him. A tiny smirk pinched at the sides of his lips as your eyes met his.

“Not bad for a first proper kiss. Anything else you need help with? Maybe this….”

He pushed his hardened pants into you slowly and forcefully, drawing another moan from your lips. He would never admit it, but this is exactly how hed always pictured you when he was alone at night. Breathless, eyes half lidded, under him begging for him to touch you more.

Yuji

He had just flipped you over him and forced you into submission during a late night training session. He pinned your body down against the slightly damp grass and was almost howling with laughter as he bested you yet again.

“You never learn do you? I always go left when you throw that right hook, cmon….i thought i was going easy on you too!” His smile was so infectious that you couldnt help but grumble out a slightly annoyed giggle, it was your own fault for asking him to spar with you in the first place.

“How are you so fast?! I was SURE I landed that one too, almost felt like I was gonna pop off a black flash or some shit…”

“You can dream sure, but I’ll always best you, im just THAT good.”

A beat of silence held its claws into both of you for a second, you suddenly became increasingly aware of his tightly his hands grasped around your wrists. You looked down at his lips then back up at hook immediately, your cheeks suddenly becoming slightly flushed. He noticed the shift then tried to get up off you, tried to break the tension but you grabbed his hand and kept him ontop of you.

“Yuji, i….ive never actually kissed someone before Yano.”

Your voice was quiet, vulnerable and suddenly he looked at you, really looked. He glanced down at your lips then slowly leaned into you, pausing agonisingly close to yours lips.

“Wait, you were asking me to kiss you right?”

You grabbed his shift and pulled him into you, clashing your lips into his. It wasnt soft, it was clumsy, rushed and nervous. You both intensely pressed into each other and nearly knocked the wind from both your lips. He pulled back first, face flushed and eyes watery.

“Oh shit. I didn’t expect it to be so…”

“Nice?”

“Hot…I mean yeah, nice.”

You laughed against him and pulled him into another, wrapping your arms around his neck as he let go of your wrists and wrapped an arm a behind your head.

He deepened the kiss as he pressed himself more into you, making room for your legs to open up and accept him slotting between them as his other hand reached to your waist. As you pushed your chest closer to him, you could feel the unmistakable hardening of his uniform trousers pushing against you, which caused you to break the kiss as your smile erupted over your mouth. He giggled breathlessly at you and started to kiss along your cheek down to your neck, nipping slightly as the excitement clearly got the best of him.

After a few moments you heard rustling in the trees as pulled him away from your neck, bringing your eyes back to his as you tried to quiet down your moans.

“Probably shouldn’t be doing this in the middle of the training field, who knows when Gojo will just appear and hound us. Cmon, my dorms closer.”

The excitement in the boys movements startled you as he quickly jumped to his feet, pulling you up with him and slung you over his shoulder as he ran full speed towards your room. If he hadn’t of nearly tripped and dropped you on the slightly wet grass it would’ve been sexy, so close. So very very close.

Inumaki

Flirting with inumaki was easy, almost too easy. The fact he couldnt speak in person made flirting so much easier, you could say things in texts youd never dare to say in real life, which only made you asking to make out with him that much more deadly of a question to pose. It was late at night, you were sending memes to each other when all of a sudden he sent a slightly more risky one. It was a meme of people kissing with the crudely drawn sad gamer nerd guy pointing to it, the caption stating ‘when is it the alpha wolfs turn for this.’ Your reply was quick, flirty and loaded with false confidence.

‘Tonight my king? I am a kissing virgin though, but if you hurry, the guards won’t know of such debauchery’

Suddenly, a knock was at your dorm room door. Your eyes flickered to it, your heart jumping in your chest. No fucking way. You slowly got out of bed and opened the door, peaking your head out around it as if you were in a horror movie and the killer was about to do the cliche eye through the crack moment. Instead, it was inumaki stood there, clutching his phone tightly in his hand holding it out inches away from your face. The screen simply had his notes app open with the meme of mega mind looking upwards over his brow, pouting with a caption that said ‘for realsies?’ He was stood there in his pink hello kitty pjs that he had told you hed brought to which you hadn’t believed him, and his pink bunny slippers that looked well past worn by this stage. He looked at his phone then at you, smiling slightly as he tried to copy mega minds expression.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, opening the door slightly more for him to come in.

“Come’in, dont want Gojo asking what you’re doing gooning outside my dorm at 1am.”

“Salmon salmon.” He nodded, put his phone away and then shuffled in, gently making his way to the edge of your bed. His hands were in his lap, his eyes looking around your room, desperately trying to find anything to tease you about later on once hed left. You sat down next to him and fidgeted with your hands in your own lap, to which he glanced down and noticed, placing a shakey hand ontop of yours. You looked up and met his gaze, as he tilted his head slightly at you and smiled, glancing a look towards your lips then back up.

“You sure you actually wanna make out with me, king? Im but a lowly peasant. Surely not worthy of such an important mission…” You tried to ease the tension by carrying on the memes from earlier, only for him to laugh slightly, mutter a quiet ‘kelp’ and start leaning closer into you. Just before his lips touched yours, you couldnt help but pull back slightly.

“Your speech isnt gonna fuck me up is it? Am I only gonna be able to speak in memes from now on?”

He let a tiny laugh out and shook his head gently, closing the distance between the two of you. As his lips pressed against yours, your whole body filled with electricity, your heart thumped out of your chest as you could feel every single hair on your body stand to attention. It was warm, tender and sweet, but the fire building inside you was anything but. He pressed a hand to your cheek and cradled you as he deepened the kiss, playfully trying to see if youd let him dance his tongue against yours. As soon as you opened your mouth slightly for him, a low grumble erupted from his throat as he tenderly eased his tongue into your mouth. He danced it along yours, causing your breath to become pants as he pulled you tighter into him, putting his other hand just above your knee. As he continued to kiss you, you reached for his shirt and pressed your hand against his chest, palm flat against him and kept it there. He moved his hand from your knee to ontop of your hand and helped move it slightly lower, so you were now touching his abs. You gasped at the feel of him, momentarily breaking the kiss as you asked him for more,

“Can I….sit on you, maybe?” He nodded his head frantically,

“Kelp, kelp, salmon roe, mustard leaf.”

You knew him well enough to know he was begging for you to sit on him, in his own little strange way. As you climbed ontop of him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in tighter, kissing the place inbetween your jaw and cheek and making his way down your neck. The more he kissed, the tighter you held onto him, pushing your chest into him and trying your hardest to keep your moans quiet. As he got to your collar bone you felt him stop, then look back up at you and smile, pressing his forehead to yours as he pulled you closer and cuddled into you. You smiled against him as he nudged his head into your neck and breathed you in, completely content with how this evening was now playing out, but not wanting to push you any further.

After a small moment of appreciation you decided to speak.

“If you told me to cum, Dya think I would?”

He raised his eyebrow, smirked and opened his mouth slightly, to which you frantically shoved your hands over his mouth to stop him,

“INUMAKI I WAS JOKING!”

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

Couldnt imagine a better feeling.

Megumi, yuji and reader where Yuji asks stupid questions about sex and Megumi let’s on that he’s extremely knowledgeable.

“Y/n, you’re a girl….”

You flicked your eyes up from over your phone at Yuji who was leant over the back of the sofa staring at you,uncomfortable and nervous.

“Last I checked.”

“Of course….right, so… i have a question.”

You rolled your eyes as you locked your phone, letting a deep sigh exhale past your lips.

“No I won’t show you my boobs, and no we can’t just hold our periods in like we need to pee.”

His face tilted slightly like a confused dog at your response, brows furrowed slightly and eyes searching for an explanation.

N,no I….why won’t you show me them? We’re friends…..anyway, it’s kinda embarrassing but…can you really feel it like, up here?”

He pointed to the bottom of his rib cage, implying that a dick could reach that far up inside of someone, almost reaching where his diaphragm was. You looked at his hand in astonishment, did he really not know about all the other organs in the way….

You opened your mouth to answer, only for Megumi to interrupt.

“Dont be a fucking idiot, of course it wouldnt reach that far. Do you not understand basic anatomy or what?”

Both of you turned to face Megumi who was sat on the other side of the room reading a book quietly to himself. His eyes only flicked to Yujis hand then back to the pages as he answered, apparently unfazed by the topic at hand. Yuji sprung himself upright and continued to defend his assumption.

“But, I was watching….something, earlier and she said she could feel it in her ribs…”

“Pressure. A vagina isnt that deep or elongated to surpass the other organs inside, plus I doubt the guy was actually THAT big so it was probably just the pressure and the position.”

“But…”

“Trust me. I know everyone that has a vagina is different, but unless he ripped through her cervix and womb and was just fucking into her body cavity, I promise you he wasn’t fucking into her ribs.”

You couldnt help the smirk on your face as Megumi gloated about his knowledge of the female body, although every single one of you were virgins.

“Mr sex god over here.” Your voice was low and teasing, but still Megumi’s eyes stayed laced onto the book infront of him.

“Fuck off, im just not an idiot. I would say it’s common knowledge but…” he gestured towards Yuji and waved his hand in his general direction.

“Okay, ouch. Fine then, if you know everything about women’s inner workings, how can pornstars fit more than one dick inside them at one time then?”

“Because vaginas can stretch….you know women give birth right? Like, a baby can come out of there, so it’s not completely unusual that some can fit multiple things inside i guess….what kinda stuff do you watch man?”

“Fine. What about….can they pee if they have a tampon in? Or do they have to pull it out then pee then put it back in?”

Megumi closed his book, ran his hand down his face and exhaled deeply, turning to face you and Yuji as he slowly flicked his eyes open and crossed one leg over the other.

“Right. So a tampon goes into the opening, not where they pee from. They have a urethra like we do, it’s at the top of the opening, it’s not inside. So yes, they can pee with a tampon in….shouldnt you be answering these stupid questions y/n?”

“It’s significantly funnier to watch you explain things megs…. What about not getting pregnant if you have sex on your period?”

His face flushed, how this stupid conversation turned into a test on his knowledge of the female body and procreation he’ll never know…

“It’s a misconception. Woman arent more fertile during their period, so it’s not any less likely than before or after ovulation, which usually occurs around 14 days after a period. But again, theres many different factors that need to be taken into account for complete accuracy.”

“Impressive. Hard to believe you’re a virgin, bet you’ll be a pro when you finally get the chance to put all your knowledge to the test man!”

Yujis excitement beamed from his face, whilst Megumi remained his usual stoic self.

“Knowledge doesn’t mean anything when you have no field experience.”

“Bet he’ll forget it all once he sees a set of boobs, let alone gets inside someone.”

“Fuck off, you’re a virgin too.”

“And im not claiming to have written the encyclopaedia on how men’s bodies work.”

“I read, okay? Just because I have basic knowledge on female anatomy doesn’t mean im some know-it all. Didnt you learn this stuff in school Yuji?”

“I mean, maybe? I wasn’t really paying much attention….can you really break your dick? Like, during sex?” He shuddered as he asked, the thought alone terrifying him.

“Technically you dont break it, but you can fracture it. If you were to completely come out and thrust back in at the wrong angle and cause blunt trauma then yes, it would bend and “snap”, but it’s very rare.”

Both you and Yuji winced at the idea, you didnt have a penis but even the thought of that made you cross your legs tightly together.

“Im never having sex.” Yuji muttered quickly to himself, covering his crotch and grimacing at the idea.

Megumi rolled his eyes and turned back towards his book, placing one hand over it ready to continue his reading.

“Any other stupid questions or are we done here?”

“One more. Do you really think being inlove with someone makes sex better?”

A beat of silence fell between all of you, as Megumi sighed and looked back towards us.

“Yes.”

Another beat of silence.

“No further explanation? No scientific reasoning behind it?”

“I just….dont you think it would be? Being inlove with someone and getting to be one with them…I can’t imagine a better feeling. Personally.”

“If you don’t have sex with him y/n i will…that was romantic as shit, Megumi!”

“Fuck off. Both of you.”

Your face was flushed, your chest heaving slightly. The idea of sex with Megumi had never once crossed your mind, but now? It’s all you could think about. God damn you Yuji and you’re impossibly stupid questions.

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good morning, gumi

featuring... megumi!

summary: you wake up a sleepy megumi with a surprise.

warnings: NSFW content; oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, somnophilia, characters are aged up

a/n: a good morning post for you all

the early light filters in through the blinds, casting a faint golden light across your sheets. it’s quiet, the kind of quiet that only exists before the world remembers to stir every morning. the air is still cool, but megumi radiates heat where he lay beside you.

he looks unfair like this. sleep-tousled, half-buried into the pillow, dark hair sticking out in soft waves. his shirt has ridden up, revealing a sliver of toned stomach and the sharp dip of his hipbone above the blanket.

one kiss wouldn’t wake him.

you lean in, lips brushing just under his jaw. something warm and familiar, soft. he doesn’t move as your lips move lower. down the column of his throat, over his collarbone. you drag your tongue lightly over a pulse point.

he lets out a low inhale, barely audible. you smile into his skin and do it again, slower this time. you suck lightly as your tongue traces a path along his skin. you shift your way downwards before pushing up his shirt inch by inch, bunching it up at his chest. exposing his lean muscle, smooth skin, and the soft v-line that disappears under the blanket.

“what are you doing?” he murmurs, voice completely wrecked with sleep. his eyes are still closed.

“waking you up.”

“this is not how normal people wake someone up,” he says. still, he lets out a content sigh when you kiss his abdomen.

“good thing i’m not normal then,” you whisper against his stomach, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just above the waistband of his boxers.

his hand twitches in the sheets, you feel it more than you see it. but he doesn’t stop you.

you shift lower, nudging the covers further down. he tenses when the air hits his skin.

“you’re playing a dangerous game,” he says, voice rougher now.

your lips hover right above his waistband. “then stop me.”

he opens his eyes, those eyes that always felt too steady, but now? they’re dark and dazed, heavy with something he wasn’t bothering to hide from you.

“i said stop me,” you whisper. you reach for the top of his waistband, gently tugging it down to free his now-hardened cock. “not just look at me.”

his fingers thread in your hair, slow and firm. “you just gonna tease me until i lose my patience?”

you smirk. “maybe.”

the weight of his hand in your hair said it all. not demanding, but still expectant. you can’t help but smile at the soft sound he makes when your lips wrap around him. he lets you gently suck on the tip for a while before his grip tightens in your hair.

you lift off of him. “take control baby.” you press a kiss to his tip. “you know you want to.”

he lets out a quiet groan before pushing your head down to where he needs you most. he slowly slips into your mouth and you let out a quiet moan when a salty flavor hits your tongue. he curses under his breath, hips gently lifting off the bed.

“don’t do that,” he growls out.

you let out another moan and his head falls back into the pillows. he breathes out your name as you take all of him into your mouth, letting his tip hit the back of your throat in the most delicious way. he guides you back up to the tip, then back down again to the base of him.

“so fucking good,” he says, his air breathy and light.

you hum softly in response, the vibration pulling a hiss from between his teeth. his hips jerk up slightly, instinctively, but he still holds back, like he’s savoring every second of this moment. 

“fuck,” he mutters, voice gravelly and reverent all at once. “you have no idea what you do to me.”

you slowly pull off, tongue dragging along his length until only the tip remains between your lips. you glance up at him through your lashes, and the look on his face nearly makes you moan again. flushed, jaw tight, lips parted around shallow breaths. still half-lost in sleep, but fully undone beneath you.

his hand slips from your hair to your jaw, fingers tilting your chin up just slightly. there’s a flicker of something in his gaze. desire is there, yes, but something softer is in his eyes, like he’s trying to memorize you.

then suddenly he’s tugging you up, shifting with quiet urgency. you end up sprawled over him, your legs straddling his hips. his hands drag up and down your thighs. his cock presses against you, hot and slick and aching, but he doesn’t move just yet.

“want you,” he murmurs, the words brushing against your lips. “not just your mouth. i want all of you.”

the quiet sincerity of it steals the air from your lungs. you nod, breath catching as you grind down slightly, enough to make him groan, low and rough. 

“then have me,” you whisper into his ear. you kiss it gently before adding, “i’m not wearing any panties.”

he lets out a growl-like noise at that. he reaches down, guiding himself to your entrance, and you both go still for a moment. just breathing, looking at each other.

then he pushes in. it’s slow as he fills you inch by aching inch. your fingers dig into his shoulders, forehead falling against his as your body stretches to accommodate him. you revel in the soft sound he makes as he sinks into you, your bodies moving like they already know each other, because they do.

he bottoms out with a shudder, forehead pressed to yours, breaths tangling between your mouths. neither of you move right away. his hand grips your hips, thighs trembling around him, your body clenching involuntarily as it adjusts to the stretch of him.

“shit,” he breathes out. “you feel… amazing.”

you kiss him, slow and deep, tongue brushing against his as you roll your hips experimentally. he moans into your mouth, not loud, but needy. something raw about it.

the sound sparks something in you and you move again, slow and deliberate. you feel every inch of him as he slides in and out. his hands trail up your sides, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt—his shirt—that you hadn’t bothered to take off. he pushes it up, exposing more of you to the cool morning air and his warm palms.

“take it off,” he says against your collarbone.

you sit up just enough to strip it over your head, tossing it somewhere off the bed carelessly. megumi’s eyes flick down your body, dark and focused like you’re something sacred to him. something he can worship.

“off,” you demand, tugging at the hem of his shirt. he sits up and slips it off him in one fluid motion, throwing it to join your shirt on the floor.

he sits up fully now, chest to chest, wrapping his arms around you as he thrusts up slow and deep. you cling to him, legs tightening around his waist, lips pressing to the curve of his neck as the rhythm builds. your moans melt into his skin, soft and shaky and desperate.

he says your name like a prayer, over and over, thrusting with each mutter, leaving you gasping for air.

“look at me,” he whispers, voice nearly broken.

you lift your head. his eyes are heavy with want, but also something so tender it nearly unravels you right then and there.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he says, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face. “so fucking perfect.”

you kiss him again, messy and breathless, and he groans when you clench around him.

“i’m close,” you whisper against his lips.

“me too,” he pants out, tightening his grip on your hips. “don’t stop.”

you ride the wave with him, rocking together until your climax hits. you cry out his name, shaking, and he follows right after, holding you close as he spills into you with a soft groan.

you collapse against his chest, his heart pounding under your ear. he wraps both arms around you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. and you both stay there for a long time, tangled in sweat and breath.

“i could wake up like that every morning.” he traces lazy circles on your back.

you smile, eyes closed, body still trembling with the aftershocks. “don’t get greedy now, megumi.”

“too late,” he hums, half-asleep again already. he presses a kiss to your forehead. “good morning, baby.”

“good morning, gumi,” you mumble just before drifting back to sleep.

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୨ৎ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 typo, oops !

the jjk men making typo errors since i like to see them suffer, but not like gege <3

ಇ. summary. fem!reader, suggestiveness, crack !

ಇ. including. gojo, nanami, toji, yuji, megumi, yuta, toge, sukuna.

likes n reblogs are appreciated ! 🩷

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TT: m.y.n.s.a.n

X: @4mynsan

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Teaching Megumi how to eat

Megumi X reader teaching him how to eat pussy.

"Fucking hell! You can't just go straight into it, you have to....go slowly...."

He pulled back as you jolted your hips away from him, eyes flicking back to yours as concern and confusion laced his face.

"Why? Don't you just....go fast?"

"No. It's incredibly sensitive, you have to...warm me up I guess? I don't really know either but....why did you think I'd be the best candidate for your first time eating someone out by the way? It's not as if I've ever had it done to me before..."

His voice dropped and his eyes flicked slightly away, burning into the sock that lay slightly under your bed.

"I...trust you. I know you won't laugh if I do something wrong."

A heat rose in your chest, not only did Megumi trust you in training, but he trusted you with his most intimate and vulnerable self. You couldn't help but soften your eyes and feel the smile pinching at the side of your mouth.

"Thank you." A small beat of silence and appreciation spread between you two, before you took a deep breath and continued. "Okay, so...just, use your tongue to lick up it slowly, as soft as you can until you find my clit."

He softened his face, eyes slowly moving back towards yours as he put his hand back on your thighs and leaned down closer to your pussy yet again. Slowly, he licked from the bottom of your entrance up towards your clit, pulling a sharp breath and slight moan to escape your lips. Once his tongue reached where he confirmed your clit was, his eyes flicked back to yours, away further instruction.

Your eyes fluttered at the sensation, his mouth and tongue so warm and tender, now flattening against your swollen clit.

"Okay...now slowly do circles around it, but just....use the end of your tongue I guess? I'm just going off.....oh fuck!"

As soon as he did as he was instructed, electrical shocks jolted your muscles. Your breathing was sharp, quick and uneven, every swipe of his tongue made your body clench and vibrate, begging for more. He watched as you reacted to his tongue moving slowly, studying every movement and moan as if he really was keeping a mental note on what worked best and how.

You threw your head back onto the bed as your thighs tightened slightly around his head, completely unaware that you had now hooked one leg over his shoulder pulling him more into you.

"More. Do it slightly harder, slightly faster. Fuck....finger me too."

He stopped for a second, pulling away and trying to voice his concern that he'd never actually fingered anyone either. As he started to speak, you grabbed his hair on the top of his head and pushed him face back in-between your thigh, begging for more of the sensation he was giving you.

"I'll teach you...just don't stop. P, put your middle finger into me and press upwards."

Your years of reading smutty novels and fanfiction was becoming evident, every single description of how men would tease and taste their partners flooded your mind. You may be a virgin, but god damn you were hell bent on putting those scenarios into practice, even if it meant only slightly. As soon as he entered his middle finger into your entrance, your back arched off the bed and your hooked leg pulled him tighter into you, almost suffocating him.

"Lock your finger, wrist and arm together and rock slowly backwards and forwards. I read it in a b...FUCKING SHIT!"

His eyes never left yours as he suddenly felt the spongy texture inside of you flutter, his own breathing becoming heavier as he started to rut into the edge of the mattress that lay Infront of him. As he continued to work his arm and tongue together, he could feel the warm and wet feeling of your slick growing around his palm, making his aching boner throb at the feel of you, desperate for any form of friction and release. As he watched you react to him, he decided to try going faster, only to see you quiver and stutter as your moans became louder. He continued to increase the pace until your thigh started tightening again around him, almost crushing him as his name escaped your lips.

"Holy fuck megs, I think I'm gonna cum. Keep doing ex..exactly what you're doing. Until I say s..stop okay? Fuck fuck fuck."

The tightening of your stomach only increased the faster he went, until you were forced over the edge with a mind splitting white flame encompassing you. Your walls tightened around him, your moans now a scream of his name, as he continued to keep the same speed and pace you instructed him to until you fell apart around him. You rode the wave until you flooded the mattress underneath you, body convulsing and pleasure turning to pain as you neared the end of your high, sensitivity coming back ten fold. You tried to muster out a 'stop', your voice a shaking mess as you reached your weak hand to the top of his hand and tapped him as best you could.

He slowed his movements and eventually stopped, eyes almost watering as you loosened the grip your thighs had on him, taking his finger out of you slowly and his mouth away from you. He gently kissed the sides of your thighs as he then wiped your cum from his chin, cheeks flushed from embarrassment and excitement all rolled into one.

You lay Infront of him, a panting mess as you tried to stop your eyes from fluttering to meet his. When they eventually did, he had a small smirk on his face as he sat back on his heels and admired the crumbling mess of a friend Infront of him. You tried to smile and huff out an embarrassed laugh, only for your panting to continue to engulf you.

"Bull shit...have you...never don't that....before."

"Guess you're an okay teacher."

"Gimme a sec and....you can teach me....how to do that....to you.",

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Being forced to share a bed with your friend, Megumi. nsfw

“There’s seriously only one bed?” Megumi curses, his jaw visibly clenching. “That damn idiot. Can’t even book a hotel with two beds?”

“It’s a double bed,” you sigh, dropping your bags.

“And?”

“It’s already late, I don’t care to make a fuss.”

“Yeah, well, I do.”

He returns an hour later with a defensive look on his face, an expression that melts into mortification when his eyes land on you, resting on the bed he was sentenced to share.

“They’re booked out,” he muttered.

“I thought they would be," you reply, attempting to seem busy with whatever was on your phone. "Hiroshima is pretty popular with tourists this time of year.”

His gaze sweeps over your open suitcase, and you catch a glimpse of the strain on his face. Harsh expressions never matched his soft face, you think.

“We’re both adults. It’s fine,” you offered, showing him a comforting smile.

“Right,” he says, unmoving.

To say Megumi was prudish isn't totally out of line; he never discussed anything under the umbrella of romance unless he was between a rock and a hard place. Though you were sure, if it was up to him, he would remain a mute man for the rest of his days.

He stayed at the edge of the bed, stiff as ever. You decide it's best to leave him with whatever thoughts he needed to grapple with and excuse yourself to the bathroom to take a shower.

Just as the door shut behind you, you let free an exasperated sigh and rubbed your face.

You were sure that if you were in this situation with anyone else, it would be far less uncomfortable.

Nobara would’ve been thrilled to have a relaxing girls' night before a high-stakes mission. Yuji might blush, awkwardly scratch his neck, but ultimately, he’d get over it. And it’s not like Toge would have the words to complain.

So why—out of everyone—did you have to get thrown on this mission with Megumi?

Special grade. That title means death to most, including you. But maybe not, not if Megumi is there.

It's because he's strong, and you should be grateful Ijichi paired you two up.

You let your hands fall from your face and began to peel off your clothes and step into the shower. You soak your head and hair in the running water, hoping maybe your thoughts would wash away with the day’s grime.

Whatever. You’d known Megumi for years and had saved one another from death countless times. Sharing a bed is nothing compared to the intimacy of owing someone your life. Right?

But an undeniable fact kept clawing its way up your spine and lodging itself deep inside you: this was going to be the first time you’d shared a bed with a man.

After a prolonged wash, you step out of the shower and towel yourself off, then change into the hotel-provided pyjamas. He may not have booked a room with two beds, but at least Ijichi scored you a pretty fancy hotel.

When you finally peek your head out of the bathroom, Megumi was already on the bed, on the furthest side from you, of course, his back to you. He had turned off all the lights save for the dim lamp on your bedside table.

You silently slip into your side of the bed, your weight betraying you as the wood creaks. He didn't move.

Before reaching to turn off your lamp, you glance at him. Take in his shiny black hair and selfishly wonder if this was what it felt like to slip into a bed occupied by your lover.

You're sure it wouldn't be as awkward.

With a quick click, you turn off your lamp and pull the covers over yourself.

You were okay with letting yourself pretend, just for a second, that the weight beside you was more than a friend. Tomorrow, your life could be cut short by a curse, so what was the harm in indulging your virgin fantasies for a brief second?

You shut your eyes, but sleep doesn't take you.

The sheets are heavy, and the bed is comfortable, but your thoughts yell loudly.

You could die tomorrow.

Not a passing thought, or a silly nightmare. A very real possibility.

But this was your job, and you've exorcised curses a million times over. Some were weak, but most were strong, and the majority of the time, you haven't had any backup.

So why tonight? Why do the thoughts have to be itching at your brain tonight?

You open your eyes to look at Megumi. He hadn't moved an inch.

His back was still turned to you, and his body stiff against the bed. You wonder, even after all this time, if he sometimes worried about dying on these missions, too.

You turn your gaze to the ceiling and sigh.

“What is it?”

You hesitate, expecting Megumi to be fast asleep. "W-What?"

"You keep tossing around. So, what is it?"

“Sorry. I just—”

Megumi is your friend. If you were faced with death tomorrow, why not let some things slip? Something about sharing a bed in a dark room with him already seems personal, so you might as well go the extra mile.

“You know how busy life as a sorcerer is," you start.

He doesn't reply, but you don't expect him to.

“It’s hard to, you know, find people to be with outside of the sorcerer community. I’ve been doing this for so long I can’t even recall my last boyfriend," you laugh, but it's breathy and nervous.

Still, nothing.

“Sorry... I guess that’s a bit personal.”

“If it’ll get you to sleep, confess all you want," he mutters.

“Right. Thank you," you blush, feeling the embarrassment of oversharing reach you, yet you continue. “It’s not like I’ve never had a boyfriend, I did in middle school. It’s just… I can’t remember if we even kissed.”

Silence.

“Tomorrow, I might die, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been kissed,” you almost laugh, “that’s our life, I guess.”

“You might’ve," he says.

“What?”

“You might’ve been kissed. But it must’ve been pretty subpar if you’ve lost the memory.”

“Hm," you consider his line of thinking for a moment, "I guess you’re right.”

You think your confession is over, that you'd said enough and would hopefully live to regret it after the morning's mission, although Megumi continued.

“You’re not alone.”

“No?” You ask, looking over to his back.

“We all started as kids, and those of us who can’t find love with other sorcerers tend to be left behind.”

“Who else?” You ask.

“Toge, Nobara, though her standards are incredibly high—”

You laugh lightly.

“—me.”

Then you took a pause. Feeling emboldened by his responses, you ask, “When’s the last time you were kissed?”

He hesitates, and you wonder if you pushed him too far. “I wasn’t— haven’t been.”

You sigh, “We save people every day, and can’t even get kissed for it.”

Another silence follows, but it’s full of thought and suggestion.

Megumi sits up, the sheets crunching with his slow rise.

“I’ll do it, then.”

You sit up too, trying to find the outline of his face in the darkness. “Do what?” You ask stupidly.

“I’ll kiss you for it.”

“Megumi, that’s—” thankfulness filled your chest, quickly followed by a red-hot embarrassment, “you don’t need to.”

“Don’t think of me as some saint,” his outline leans closer to you, “I’ll get something out of it as well.”

Your whole body reacts to his words, and you nod— even though he can’t see it— and gently say, “Okay.”

You can't even begin to question his motives, but you're so suddenly aware of your own desperation that you don't care to think of him.

With a shy uncertainty, the dark space between you lessens until you feel the unmistakable hotness of Megumi’s breath ghosting your lips.

The first kiss is barely even a peck, just a graze of your lips.

You feel the softness first. Of course, the prettiest man you’ve ever known would have lips that felt like plush—but he pulls away too soon, and you miss the feeling immensely, so you follow him and close the gap before any unsureness can seep in.

It’s still a light kiss. Heads only slightly tilted and lips meeting gently before separating.

But Megumi returns again, and again.

Kisses that only last seconds, so childlike in their innocence, but the perfect pace for two people who’d never done it before.

After heavy breaths, Megumi meets your lips again, and a sound falls from you, meek but satisfied. Utterly content. Megumi sucks in a sharp breath.

He retracts from you too quickly as a result, and a moment of clarity eases into the room. Instead of another round of simple kisses, Megumi’s hand covers your mouth.

“Sorry,” he mutters, an electric roughness to his voice. You can’t exactly place why he’s apologising, either for working you up, or for working himself up. Either way, it’s unwarranted.

You take his wrist and guide his hand away from your mouth. “Don’t apologise,” you plead, "I... want it—" want what? You're so flushed and feel so light in the gut that you're not even sure what to say, "Want to— uhm, keep..." You fall silent. Your pulse in your ears.

A beat passes before Megumi kisses you again.

However, it's not the same as before. You can tell when his lips meet your own, it holds a new intent. The connection lasts and has weight.

You're surprised when Megumi introduces a movement—rhythm to the kiss. It takes you completely, and you let out another satisfied exhale that holds your voice.

It drives Megumi into you further.

To steady yourself, you rest a palm on his chest, and as though your touch was permission, his hands land on your sides, like they were always hovering there in waiting for you to make the first move.

Amid your body being engulfed in a heat you've never experienced before, and the way Megumi slowly and surely moves against your lips, you come to understand what he meant when he said, "I’ll get something out of it as well."

With a soft greed, Megumi presses into you with a lasting pressure. He guides your body into the mattress, and you don’t entirely realise it until you’re stuck between him and the soft bed.

You seep in the comfort of it all, imagining a world where the man kissing you has been your love for a very long time. Imagining his warmth was yours alone, and you were his.

Despite Megumi being ever-composed and always withdrawn, you feel a slight tremor radiate from him. Maybe it was because another noise left you, or he finally felt the full pressure of topping you, but the established rhythm falters.

A bump of teeth, the angle slightly off. He retreats, your noses tapping as he breaks away.

His breath is uneven, rushing to catch up with the pace of his heart. You're panting more than he is, your body burning and becoming expectant for him to go further with you.

You're unsure where to put your hands; one is still resting on his chest, and the other grips the sheets weakly.

The lack of words and no use of your mouth hits you, and you become desperate to fill the silence, filled only with gasps.

"You're really warm," you say.

You're not sure if the exhale that comes from him is one of amusement, annoyance or some third emotion you can't place. "Don't say things like that," he groans.

"Sorry."

"I'm not good at this," he states.

"I know," you say. "I'm not the best either."

Who would've guessed that years of killing, injuring, and fighting would've emotionally stunted the two of you?

"You okay?" You ask.

"Fine," he grunts, rigid and solid. Like he's angry at himself, but isn't sure where to direct it.

"You're tense... sorry, I— we kissed, that was it. We don't have to keep going—"

"I want to," the words leave him quickly, and with a defensive edge.

"Okay," you sigh anxiously.

The hands sitting at your waist shift, and you feel the sensation of his fingers making contact with your bare skin.

Your breath becomes shaky as you attempt to control the rate of your heartbeat.

Both his hands now rest under your shirt, cool against your flushed skin. He palms you, feeling the curves of your tummy and pressing down to the bumps of your ribs until his finger reaches the underside of your bra.

He exhales hard, like he's overwhelmed. It embarrasses you too much, so you lean up to kiss Megumi, hoping to close the space. You kiss his jaw, the muscles of his neck, but it only seems to further overload him, because his breathing becomes ragged and husky.

He can't help but continue, and his hand curves over the plush of your boob. He catches your thighs squeezing together instinctively, and under his breath mutters, "Fuck,"

"Come closer," you barely even whisper it, but Megumi hears.

He shifts immediately, his weight hovering closer to you and slipping into the gap between your legs.

The air is thick with the sounds of your breathing, and you want to whine at how naturally your bodies seem to slot together.

His hand holds you, and you can feel his thumb smooth over the pattern of your bra. You shiver. His hand flexes, and he squeezes your boob, not enough to be forceful, but enough for him to have a good feel.

Tentatively, you roll your hips to feel the hard outline in his pants. He chokes on air.

Both his hands squeeze you, holding you to the mattress.

"Don't—don't do that unless you're sure," he says, strained.

"I'm sure," you nod.

He hesitates for a second, but eventually both his hands meet your hips, and he angles them up with a hidden strength. He's slow at first, uncertain, and the friction is dulled between the layers of clothes, but it's enough to pull a hiccup from you.

Megumi's breaths are raspy. His hold starts to ache, keeping a firmer grip as he ruts into the space between your legs with a growing need.

Your mind is fuzzy, and you can't quite wrap your head around what is happening, only chase the feeling of his dick print fitting snug against your cunt.

"Fuck—you're going to kill me," he mutters.

"You're strong," you say, dazed.

He shakes his head slowly, "Not like this."

You're surprised by his strength and how easily he forces your hips to grind on him. His own hips are hardly moving, his hands just guide you selfishly against him.

"Megumi—" you can barely get his name out, not even sure what you're going to say. Just that you need more, or maybe less.

His pace stutters, and he falls to your neck, teeth grazing your shoulder.

Then suddenly, he forces your hips down and away from him. He curses under his breath, frustrated with himself.

"Megumi?"

He doesn't answer, his forehead pressed to your skin. "Give me a second."

You nod, and the energy shift gives you time to try and catch your breath, though it always seems out of reach.

You rest your arms around him in a meek hug, fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt. It's warm, a little damp around the collar, and it clings to his back where your hands rest.

Without entirely considering your action, you tug at his shirt. Gentle, with no real thought behind it, but Megumi infers.

He rises off of you and sits up. With his eyes averted, he hikes up his shirt over his head. He tosses it to the side, and it makes your chest tight. He's pale, lean and tense all over.

You sit up too. Your fingers tremble a little as you reach for the hem of your shirt.

He doesn't stop you, just silently watches you discard it on the floor.

You feel his eyes drop, and you shudder.

Unable to stand the space, you fall back into the bed, and Megumi follows you. You resume the same position, Megumi between your legs and your bodies only centimetres apart.

You think you should touch him, feel him like he felt you, but as your hand rises, he watches you intensely. Not harsh— just focused, like a cat, staring at every twitch of your fingers.

It pins you in place, and your hand hesitates right over his chest.

Without speaking, Megumi takes your wrist and closes the space between your palm and his body. You're sure you can see an irritated look on his flushed face.

His skin is warm, and you can feel the accents of his heartbeat. He doesn't speak, nor urge you on, but his hand remains enclosed on your wrist. Like he's allowing you to explore him, but could take away that privilege at any moment.

Still, as your hand travels down, over the creases of his abs, he allows it. Until your finger catches on his waistband.

He squeezes your wrist tighter, but doesn't pull your hand away.

"You sure?" He asks, voice low and raspy.

"Yeah..." you nod, the answer too fragile.

He releases your hand and hooks his thumbs over his sweatpants; you can't watch him slip them off, even though it's dark, you're too afraid to see him. Despite being moments away from feeling him inside you.

You can hear the rustling of his pants, and for you, the air grows unbearably thick.

After, his fingers slide into the waistband of your pants, and you lift your hips to help ease them off.

You're still unable to look down, see your naked lower half so close to his. It was too vulnerable. Too lewd. You can feel the soft sheets against you, the air around your legs.

"You're not going to die if you look," he mutters.

You feel even worse, being caught in the limbo of being aware of what's to come and refusing to acknowledge it with your eyes.

Your gaze moves from the ceiling, down his chest and abs to his dick. Hard. For you—because of you.

Your stomach flips a hundred times, and you think you let out a noise akin to a choked mouse.

"Don't act like you've seen a ghost," he scolds, embarrassed.

"I'm not," you reply, staring at a safe spot near his collarbone.

"You made a noise."

"No, I didn't."

"Okay," he says, completely unconvinced, "You good?"

"Yeah."

He doesn't push further.

His hand takes your hip like a silent cue.

"Just— go slow," you say quickly.

He nods once. "Right."

You feel the flushed thickness of him slide against your folds, gathering the slick that had begun pooling ever since he kissed you. You shiver.

He repeats the motion once, twice, before dipping the tip into your entrance. He pushes forward into your resistance.

You grab his forearm, and your body tenses reflexively. You hiss. Megumi stops.

"What is it?" He asks, breathless.

"It, uhm, hurts," you say.

"Why?" He presses.

"I'm nervous—and... you're—you're a bit big, I think."

Megumi turns away, unable to look at you. You feel him shiver, then compose himself, though when he speaks, his voice sounds raspy and forced. "Yeah, okay... Just—just breathe, you can do that for me, right?"

You certainly loosen up at his words.

You take a deep breath in and let it slowly release. Megumi can tell by the stutter in your chest that you'll need more than deep breathing to get you to loosen up.

His head dips to your shoulder, lips meeting your skin. He kisses you, light and tingly. Just enough to have a shudder rip through your body.

He hesitates, just for a moment, before continuing. A little lower and a little firmer.

"Helping?" he mutters against your skin, the deepness of his voice tickling you.

You nod and shyly hum a response. He continues. Slow and careful. Kisses painting against your shoulder, collarbone. He plants one near the base of your neck, making you gasp sharply—and that gets his attention.

He grazes the same spot again, and you swallow.

"Megumi.." you trail.

"Still breathing?"

"Barely," you admit.

Again, Megumi lines himself up to your sex and slowly pushes himself inside. You feel the tension, but quickly become distracted by Megumi's mouth returning to the sweetspot he discovered on your neck.

He's not just peppering light kisses, but licking over your feverish skin and sucking.

You gasp, the feeling tugging at your cunt.

The tension releases, and Megumi whimpers, raw and desperate, because your insides pull him in instead of constricting.

It's so much all at once, you can't help but claw at him, nails digging into his arms. He groans again, in pain or pleasure, you aren't sure.

Slowly but surely, is hips connect to your own, and your walls flutter and twitch at the foreign intrusion.

You gasp for air, the wind utterly knocked out of you.

"Feel okay?" He managed to grit out, dealing with his own rush.

"Feels full," you mutter, struck a little dumb, "I mean—it doesn't hurt anymore." You add quickly.

He stills longer, chest heaving and mouthing quietly, gasping. He hangs over you for a moment too long.

"Megumi are—" You can feel him throb inside of you.

"I'm fine," he mutters, although you don't believe him.

A heavy breath leaves him. You feel it against your neck.

You try to shift slightly, and he stiffens. "Don't move."

"Why?"

"I'm trying to keep it together, and you're not helping."

"..Sorry."

"Stop apologising," he sighs.

"..Sorry?"

He huffs, amused, you think. "You don't need to say anything, just— stay like that for a minute."

"Okay."

And then, so quietly you almost miss it, Megumi says, "You're really warm."

You smile crookedly, "You told me not to say that before."

"Yeah, well. I get it now."

Megumi's breath begins to even out again, although you can still feel a slight tremor in his arms from how tightly you grip them.

"Going to start moving," he warns.

You nod, wrapping your arms around him and feeling his chest against yours.

His hips draw out slowly, but he's quicker to push himself back into your warmth. He groans first, and you follow when you feel him reach deeper inside you.

Each stroke finds a new pace of confidence, until Megumi creates a pace. Not fast, never fast, but constant and hard.

You nose his hair, smelling his shampoo, and melt into mush against him. No more anxious strain, just Megumi massaging your insides and making your body crumble beneath him.

Each time he buries himself inside you, it's as though he tries to reach further than the last. Pressing his hips so far into you that the mattress creaks.

Each time, a noise is pulled from you as though it's on a string, like Megumi is squeezing a toy. At first, the noises leave you breathless and small, then louder and needier, like he was winding you up—one thrust at a time.

His teeth graze your skin again, and you feel your neck is damp with his breath. "Keep making those sounds," he grunts.

Your fingers squeeze his bicep before they slide to his hair, you tug, pulling him away from your shoulder to kiss him. He groans into your mouth, but his lips lock to yours with an eager intent.

Every thrust juts both your bodies, making the kiss messy and uneven. Your teeth clash, and your tongues slip.

He halts and re-adjusts, gathering your body as his hips shift under you. You're hardly given time to think, because he begins again, rejoining his previous pace, but now something is very different.

His length is encompassed by you, and you feel it on a whole new level. His tip glides across the roof of your cunt with the perfect amount of pressure. Your fingers flex and claw at his neck.

"There!" You gape.

"—There?" He chokes out.

You nod, and he draws himself out and in slowly, testing the new position. You shudder and moan. He does it again, faster. It elicits a stronger reaction.

He ignores your nails digging into him and begins rutting right into the spongy spot inside you. You can feel it in the way his hips smack against you; there's a new determination in him.

You kiss him desperately, uncaring of the sloppy way your tongue licks his, or how your lips are wet with your spit and his, messy and warm.

He can feel the vibrations of your voice in his mouth, and it drives him further, faster into your cunt until the brewing feeling inside you snaps and cracks through your body. White hot.

You tremble with the intensity of it.

Your cunt quivers around him, and despite trying to pace himself to last, Megumi comes. You hear his ragged moan first, then feel spurts of cum seep into you.

You would've shivered at the feeling if your muscles weren't already melting.

Megumi falls into you, body weak and overused.

"Shit." He huffs.

There's a moment where the two of you remain, relaxed, skin to skin. You bask in it, let it fill your chest and mind lest any nasty thoughts try to sneak their way in. You'd never been so close to someone before, have them inside you. It was a whole new feeling.

Megumi breaks the embrace first, though.

He sits up, and you feel his hard length leave you. He's slumped, still damp with sweat.

"You should shower, clean yourself up," he murmurs.

Any positive feelings were sucked from you immediately, and embarrassment rushes in, sudden and choking. "Oh, uhm, right. Yeah."

He seemed to sense your immediate shift, because he quickly added, "I'll come with you."

You nod, sitting up yourself. "Megumi... what will happen tomorrow?"

"We defeat a cursed spirit. Or die trying."

"And if we don't die trying, what'll happen..." you mutter, knowing you're too close to basically asking 'what are we?'

"We'll see. It'll give us something to look forward to."

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Silly doodle for today

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Man this character is so silly and neat I need to strangle them Bart Simpson style