#megumi drabble

[niki-phoria]

EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU, I LIKE IT, I LOVE IT

pairing: fushiguro megumi x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 505

notes: sorry for the late post, i've been too busy reading zb1 fanfics to write anything lmao, possibly ooc megumi, not proofread, title from soulja boy - kiss me thru the phone

it wasn’t often that FUSHIGURO MEGUMI allowed himself to be vulnerable. even with the people he trusted the most, it always felt as if there was a wall separating him from others - a barrier preventing him from fully allowing himself to feel any love or comfort in fear of it being ripped away again. 

it was hard - even if he pretended like it wasn’t. 

you had come to see many different sides of megumi over your time at jujutsu high. you had watched his glares become softer and long silences shorten until he would freely share his ideas with you. somehow, when it came to you, all of his defenses had failed, one after another. he found himself looking out for you - watching over your training sessions; following after you during missions; waiting at your bedside when you got hurt. 

something about megumi was different. something about you was different. 

falling for you was fast. it happened before megumi had realized what was happening. brief glances had become nervous touches, and nervous touches had become long conversations that lasted far into the early hours of the morning until megumi found himself lying beside you in your bed, falling into a deep sleep almost as quickly as you did. 

the morning had come quickly and quietly. sunlight seeps into your dorm room through your open blinds, casting your sleeping figure in golden light. megumi watches intently as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm; stray strands of hair frame your relaxed features. 

despite himself, megumi smiles softly at the sight. he reaches up before gingerly resting his hand against your cheek, stroking his thumb against your skin. “y/n,” megumi whispers. you stir in response; your face twitches as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. the feeling causes heat to spread across his face and goosebumps to rise along his skin. “come on. we have a mission.”

you lazily wrap your arms around his waist, tugging your body closer until your head rests against his chest. megumi does his best to ignore the butterflies swarming throughout his stomach to little avail. “not yet,” you rasp out, nuzzling yourself even closer to him. 

he purses his lips. your body is warm beneath the covers as you nuzzle yourself even closer to him. as much as he hates to admit it, megumi would much rather lay in bed with you then watch you risk your life to kill a curse yet again. 

“gojo-sensei will be upset if we’re late,” he sighs. cool hands slip underneath the fabric of your shirt, tracing shapes into your bare skin. you startle momentarily at the feeling, but don’t move much otherwise. “y/n…”

you simply frown in response, tightening your grip around his waist. “five more minutes,” you murmur. megumi freezes when you blink up at him with flushed cheeks and tired eyes. “please?”

it wasn’t often that megumi allowed himself to be vulnerable. but with a request like that, how could he ever say no?

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[yuuuhiii]

Megumi is a thigh man. You can fight me on this idc. (Nah I’d win)

In the beginning of your relationship before you guys had done anything intimate. When you were sat down, in his car, or just over in his room. He’d always have his big hand slowly rubbing your thigh. It became a recurring gesture that he never really caught on to, but you did.

So one day when you’re in his dorm, on his bed, with your thighs on each side of his face you pop the question.

“Hey gumi?”

He hums, his hand mindlessly rubbing your thigh as he reads his book.

“Why do you like my thighs so much?”

That halts his movement against your thigh, he tried to peer up at you but concluded he probably looks stupid from his position. So he gets up and is now sat in front of you with your legs still spread.

“Dunno, they’re just nice I guess.” He’s blushing, avoiding all eye contact with you.

“That’s it hm?”

He rolls his eyes at your teasing tone.

“They’re soft, I like squeezing them.”

“More than my tits and ass?”

“Yes.”

You smirk at his reply and he huffs, returning to his position with his book and a flushed face.

Megumi is a thigh man, of course, he loves when you wear those mini skirts or thigh highs, it gets him so fucking worked up.

He’s over the moon when you let him fuck your thighs, asking shyly if you could keep on the stockings and skirt. He loses all self-control, whining and nipping at your neck. “S’good” and heavy groans leave his mouth as he finally cums on your plush skin.

He loves it when he eats you out and your thighs practically suffocate him to death. He’d die a happy man if that was a way to go. The moment your thighs encase around his head he’s humping his mattress like a bitch in heat, moans vibrating on your cunt.

Megumi fucks you in a mating press, his big hands on the back of your thighs, gripping the flesh and folding you in half as he fucks his fat dick in you.

Once he’s in between your legs he can’t help but litter the inside of your thighs with marks.

One time when you were wearing a skirt you didn’t notice that Megumi had left marks from the night before. Nobara questioned if you were okay, to which you quickly lied and said it was from training.

If it was anyone else Megumi would kill them for looking down there. He pops a vein when he sees Yuuji trying to look at what Nobara is talking about. Despite being a little irked he stands behind you and wears a smug smirk, a rare sight for the three of you.

When it’s just the two of you again, behind closed doors you confront him.

“Megs! Why didn’t you tell me?” You pout and he softly smiles, pulling you to straddle him, you can already guess where his hands are.

“Sorry, kinda forgot.” He mumbles, leading your lips to his.

“You gonna let me give you some more?”

He’ll always be a slut for your thighs♡~

[wriothesleysgf]

thinking about megumi fushiguro who refuses to let go of your hand whilst he fucks you. it doesn't matter what position that the two of you are in, be it you on top as you ride him or him towering over you as your legs rest on his shoulders; his own hand will always seek out your own.

because despite his brooding demeanor, he's a softie at heart. it just takes a pretty thing like you to coax that side out of him. he never wants to let you go of you, nor to give you the room to escape his grasp. the way that your own hand gripped his own acted as a reminder of all things pure.

he interlocks your fingers, occasionally brushing his thumb over the back of your hand for reassurance — he'll do it even more if the sex is rough and energetic. megumi adores it when you squeeze his hand back in response. in his eyes, it's a way of wordlessly saying that you love him and it helps ground him, especially when you're both mutually overstimulated.

[bbunisre]

Omg I love your smaus could you please do some general megumi ones? t̶i̶n̶y̶ b̶i̶t̶ o̶f̶ n̶s̶f̶w̶ i̶n̶c̶l̶u̶d̶e̶d̶

megumi bf texts !

hope this was to your expectations, thanks for reading 🫶🏽

[angelltheninth]

you know what I'd love to see. That one bed trope with Megumi Fushiguro with a shy, curvy reader

maybeee he get's a boner, try's to hide it and then the tow have sex...idk its been on my mind

This is really short but here goes!

The one bed trope is one of my favorites! It's so good though cause of Megumi has a boner he can't hide it no matter what cause he's constant pressed against the Reader and she's too shy to say anything to at some point it becomes a dry humping session.

And if this is at the point where he's roommates with Yuuji then he has to kiss a lot to keep all the noises down. But at the same time he's guilty of them too cause Megumi is rolling his hips faster and faster, wanting to get rid of every barrier, yet he's reserved, careful not to push things too far too fast.

Man just imagine the mess he'd make in his pants when he hears the long and breathy moan that comes from his girl when he squeezes and palms at the soft curves... Megumi can't keep his words down, he has to say every praise that comes to mind, he has to shut down every self-doubt Reader has , he got so fucking hard just by sleeping side by side, there's no doubt in his mind that his girlfriend is the most beautiful woman in the world.

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[m-ayo-o]

18+ thoughts / ab riding drabble ft. 21+ bf megumi

You don't date him for his body. You swear. You're really into him, he's interesting, he's intelligent, he has the prettiest eyes. But when he takes his shirt off you go a little bit dumb :/

It's his abs.

You can't stop staring. You want to touch him there... you want to kiss him there? But really, you want to sit on the smooth, hard ridges of his stomach and just-

"Princess?"

You snap out of it and return your attention to his eyes. You thought your staring was quite disrespectful, but he glances down his torso and smiles. He has been going quite hard in training recently. Maybe it shows?

"Stare if you want," he chuckles and climbs onto the mattress, only wearing his shorts now he's ready for bed.

He watches your gaze lower again and you look so... captivated. He knows you don't want to just look at him.

He takes your hand and presses it to his stomach. You sigh at the contact.

"Better?"

"Mm," you nod and hum softly and he takes you into a kiss. You enter a deep make out session, until he gets carried away and pulls you on top of his body. He wants to fuck you like this for a change.

But you squirm around and wriggle out of his grip. He's already stripped you naked and you're leaving a wet trail over the length of his cock. You're so sensitive and ready for him to just sink inside... but you want to try something else.

"What is it?"

"C-can I..." you toy with the neat jet black hairs near his base, "sit on you?"

"Uh," he cocks an eyebrow, confused at your vague request "on... my face?"

He knows you're sometimes a little shy about asking for that.

But you shake your head and slide your hand up his stomach, tapping gently on the hard ridges there.

He gives you a baffled look, gazing at where your palm is spread over his body- "You wanna sit on my abs?"

~

"You really love my body that much?"

He's got you sliding up and down, your legs spread over his torso with your pussy gliding over him.

"Uh, uh huh, yea-"

You nod and cling onto the headboard, getting embarrassingly close to cumming on his stomach.

"It's yours, you know?"

He encourages you to keep going, despite the shyness written all over your face. But he loves it. He loves that you wanted this. He loves that you admit- now you're love drunk on his touch- how you were daydreaming of doing this. He also loves that you couldn't ask him... he adores it when his cute, pretty girl has a sexual fantasy he has to coax out of you, especially one like this. It just strokes his ego to no end, seeing you get worked up over something so simple?

He can't get his head round it, but he tenses up his abs- the muscles bulge and he pushes up into you, grabs your hips and drags your sweet clit over him till-

"Ah! M-Megumi !? W-wait- wait- wait-"

"Haha, oh princess, calm down," he watches you squirm on his body then suddenly lifts you up and sinks you down on his erection that's been rising and nudging at you so impatiently.

"Let me fuck you now- promise, you can ride my abs anytime, hm?"

megumi | m.list

[chigirizzz]

❝𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲❞

synopsis: how your fist kiss with him is like

characters: gojo, yuji, megumi

tags: gn! reader, not proofread as always (it's 3am for crying out loud)

— GOJO SATORU

gojo is a tease and that’s no news for you, it’s not new to anyone. this man’s actions and words either make someone respect him or desire to kill him.

yet, it surprised you how much he could tease you before and during your first kiss.

gojo fucking satoru made sure to make your life hard as hell after finding out how you, even past your mid twenties, never had a kiss. 

“never?” 

“never,” you responded by repeating the word in a cold tone of voice, arms crossed and sending him a dead glare. however, he did not felt intimidated by you—

—instead, he just burst out laughing and looked at you like you were a middle schooler still finding out about life.

that’s how your memory can recall that day. god, you hate him!

and you hate how you never got to experience such a magical moment yet!

but patience is a virtue, right? that’s what people say. and that’s what you’re thinking right now as gojo’s big hand imprisons your head movement by holding your chin firmly. his hold isn’t too strong and neither too loose—perfect to give his lips the chance to dominate yours and perfect for you to free yourself and slap him if that’s what you wish to do. 

but you don’t do that, so his lips curve into a malicious smirk, which gives an electrical shock to a certain corner of your brain—which makes your mouth let it escape a satisfying sound to his ears.

he’s enjoying this. he’s enjoying this so much and so are you.

today was like any normal day, including the newest jokes and teases from gojo satoru about how no one ever felt attracted to you enough to kiss you. although you know the white haired male never wanted to hurt you and it was just teasing, the comment he told you today really hurt you, making you sad and defending yourself to gojo (and calling him stupid).

he listened quietly to your rant. his blindfold made it difficult for you to understand how sorry he was, though.

gojo moves his hand from your chin to the back of your neck, his body language now a bit more rough—his lips more angry for yours by the way he tilts his head slightly to side, guiding you on your make out session, occasionally leaving a chuckle when you desperately try to follow his movements.

you are so cute and he feels so superior in this exact moment.

one of your hands moves by itself to grab the cloth's fabric that covers his chest when you suddenly feel his teeth on your neck. he wasn’t doing anything special yet, just mouth slightly open with his teeth ready to give you a hickey.

“satoru…”

“hm.” despite him answering your call, gojo didn’t pay attention very much; instead, he chose to snuggle into the warm skin of your neck, searching for comfort. wanting to be close with you. 

the hand that was close to his chest is now on his back, patting awkwardly but softly. “i…” you cleared your throat. you’re pretty sure he could feel your nervousness. “i hate how you make me feel.”

— ITADORI YUJI

no words to describe how adorable he is.

this sweet boy took you on a date to the oceanarium with a full plan inside his pants’ pocket:

take a shower

after shower, use the best perfume/deodorant (not axe!!)

go to y/n’s house to take them to the oceanarium

look for the best train seat available for y/n (has to be next to the window!!)

pay for the tickets

tell y/n lots of fun facts

kiss y/n

kiss y/n… kiss you…

now that’s a hard task.

in the three months you and itadori yuji were dating, no one had any complaints. the two of you were going at their specific pace, but still able to get out of your comfort zones, just for each other.

kissing you is an example of yuji getting out of his comfort zone—that, and he just loves you very much; the boy just wants to express himself. he cringes at how he stepped away from you awkwardly when you tried to kiss him on the day he confessed to you.

“that’s so cool!” you hugged the jellyfish plushie you bought in the oceanarium gift store tighter, its scent bringing you a feeling of peace. the both of you are currently outside, sitting on a bench at a nearby park, just speaking about today and listening to yuji’s fun facts about the aquarium animals. “tell me more.”

“uh, well… just a second!,” he excuses himself before searching for a piece of paper inside his pants’ pockets… he took one out of the pocket, read it, and realized it wasn’t the one he wanted. “just…—just a second! sorry!

your boyfriend is acting strange today—you noticed, anyone can notice—, but you opted to not say anything. however, you’re starting to become extremely curious.

the wrong piece of paper is roughly and badly stuffed back into his pocket, only for the panic to torment him again when said paper falls from the pocket to the ground.

“what’s this?” you ask no one in particular when you caught the paper before your boyfriend could do it.

“shit, no! give me that!”

“calm down, yuji, i’m trying to read it.”

the boy watches in horror as you slowly read the paper—the paper with the list.

that’s it, his life is over. he feels the pain of the embarrassment crushing him, getting more painful each millisecond. he can imagine how you’re gonna make fun of him, destroying his heart—

“you could’ve just told me, itadori,” your voice soothes his thoughts as you stare at him lovingly. “i would never judge you or anything.”

“after how i denied your kiss the day i confessed to you? me? denying your kiss? on the day i confessed? i’m a moron—”

the palms of your hands hold his cheeks gently. “you’re not a moron, my love—well, you are, but not in this context.”

all yuji got to say was an offended ‘hey!’ before you pulled him towards you, making him able to cross ‘kiss y/n’ out of his silly and now crumpled list.

even if there isn’t much experience between you both, you manage to work it out. it’s a simple but long-lasting kiss—at least that’s what you assume when you start to feel the need to breathe some new fresh air. but you don’t want to worry about oxygen, not when the feeling of his lips in touch with yours makes the blood vessels on your face dilate, making your blood warmer, making your heart beat faster.

you let go of him and breathe heavily, however, you do not get a proper pause because yuji starts kissing all over your face, while tickling your body too. the both of you turn into a mess of laughter and tiny kisses, completely enjoying the moment.

and perhaps you get the privilege to live something that resembles a cinematic masterpiece, as you both stop laughing and rest your foreheads against each other.

— MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

the scenario is really simple: one minute you’re sitting side by side on the sofa while watching a terrible coming of age movie, pizza slice on your hand, all your worries forgotten thanks to the comfy blanket covering your laps, and the next minute you and the dark haired male are sitting in front of each other on the sofa, faces really close trying to mimic the stupid kissing scene at the end of the stupid movie.

“her hand was like this.”

“shut up, why do you want to make things so difficult.”

this was your idea, of course, a perfect excuse to kiss him. in months of dating, you never had the first kiss as a couple and you decided to tease him into doing it, saying how you wished to be kissed like in the ending scene of the movie and complaining how megumi could never do like the male protagonist did.

he knew you were just teasing him, but he felt the need to show you the opposite anyway.

first you were trying to position your heads and hands like the actors and sharing short kisses, until he got tired of the challenge and just pulled you for a kiss without you expecting it.

it was definitely way better than the one from the movie. it was rough at first but eventually it got softer and more romantic. he paid attention to your body language, to how you reacted to the kiss, and when his lips let go of yours so you both could breathe, he stared at you so lovingly you almost felt like melting, especially when his hand made contact with your cheek to caress it.

minutes passed and you were now cuddling each other, you laying on top of him and listening to his heartbeat and him giving you a small back massage, making sure that you felt loved (and that you didn’t say anything stupid again).

[lolokouhm]

thinking about Megumi, who can't help but nervously check on you every few minutes, even if you've been laying in his lap for the past two hours, reading some awful romance series you've been obsessed about since last thursday. a hideous one, really - something that he'd never normally read, but he still feels kind of invested in the story - mostly because of the spoilers you feed him every time you put the book away.

thinking about Megumi, who quietly listens to you babbling about some fictional characters and their drama. he's a really good listener and does want to know more, but he keeps getting distracted, because you're just laying there and oh lord, you are so freaking pretty. laying in his lap, holding that damn book, hair in complete mess, your body hidden in his old t-shirt that somehow looks like it swallowed you whole, and you keep going on and on about a relationship that doesn't even exist. he doesn't mind. frankly, you could be saying whatever - your voice just tickles his ears in the way he didn't know was even possible.

thinking about Megumi, who would never say that out loud, but he loves how squirmy you are, always moving, constantly searching for a better position. he loves the way your nails dig in his inner thighs when you try to sink even deeper into his frame, completely unaware of what you do to him. you're so warm, so soft and so, so his, and when you finally look up at him he's blushing, because you've been moving a little too good.

thinking about Megumi, whose stare finally lands on your lips. he doesn't want you to shut up, but he really, really want to kiss you - to the point it physically hurts.

thinking about Megumi, who's done with being in pain. and you have to excuse him, but you're definitely done with that book. at least for tonight.

[lowkeyremi]

I think Megumi was an iPad kid. With Gojo being busy (and not knowing wtf he's doing when he first gets Megumi)

He regrettably sticks him with an iPad and he WILL not take his eyes off of that thing.

"Hey, uh, Megumi! Do you wanna go play catch?" Gojo would ask.

"Nope. I'm watching Power Rangers." At first Gojo down plays the situation.

But every. Where. He. Goes. His iPad isn't far behind.

Time for dinner? His iPad is on the table while he eats. Using the bathroom? He's watching his iPad. In the bath? He props the damn thing on the closed toilet seat and watches it while he bathes.

In the future Gojo would not let it go either. He'd tell the second years, "Here's our newest addition! Former iPad kid, Megumi Fushiguro!!" Dude he is so embarrassed grumbling something that sounds a lot like "I'm gonna kill him."

He even tells Yuji and Nobara. Nobara thinks it's the funniest shit ever and will never let it go.

Yuji just smiles, "I had a tablet when I was little too, although gramps only let me use it for a little bit at a time."

Megumi couldn't say the same because Gojo didn't know how to discipline someone when he himself acted like a child so he let Megumi do as he pleased.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[rizsu]

“okay, i see how it is...”

megumi's voice trails off. his shoulders drop, arms loosely attached to his sides. to him, it feels as though his heart's been squished into pieces by a hydraulic press.

you delivered the most painful experience megumi's ever been through. he couldn't believe you. is your heart made of fucking steel? how could you just throw him to the side like... like he's a mere hand-me-down you settled with temporarily?! preposterous!

“it's the way life goes, fushiguro,” you coldly taunted him, reaching out for his shoulder.

megumi flinched back. his head's turned to the side; he doesn't want to see you anymore. without any noise from him, he continued to fiddle with his hands, moving the small pieces of silver-painted plastic around his palm.

“are you really gonna keep me here, baby? is that the kind of person you are?” he asked, slowly moving his tear-glazed eyes to connect with yours.

“don't blame me. it's what nature wants,” you shrugged your shoulders, moving your attention away from his eyes to the money you hid under your leg.

his eyes bulged. would this seriously be the end of your relationship? your nonchalance to his suffering is outrageous! he's your boyfriend — for fuck's sake!

“baby, please,” megumi begs, placing a hand on the middle of the board to lean over.

he's a little under twenty centimetres away from your face. his eyes wander until they land on your lips.

“bail me out? please?” he begs again, biting his bottom lip.

you locked your eyes on his lips, smirking at the petty attempts to convince you.

“megumi, it's not my fault you rolled a six-dice three times, okay? you had to go to jail for that — it's the rules!”

“oh fucking hell, since when do you play by the rules?!”

“i take this monopoly shit very seriously. if you going to jail means i'd win, then so be it.”

your lines defeated him. he once again let his shoulders drop. you truly are cruel. is it just an empty void inside your chest? where's your heart?! he's been jailed for the past six rounds!

“i cannot believe you, you materialistic evil person of today's society,” he spat, voice reeking of venom as he moved back to his original spot.

you rolled your eyes, ignoring him as you moved four blocks on the board to buy another house. that house just so happened to be the one he's been eyeing.

“well, sweetheart. which one of us is moving freely across the board right now?” again, you taunt him. smiling as you placed a red-coloured mini-house on the block. oh, he's so fucked when he's out.

“you will be the reason i do a ritual to summon a curse to end us both.”

[niki-phoria]

WE'LL FIND OUR LOVE IN THE SKY

pairing: fushiguro megumi x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 379

notes: megumi pretty boy !! this took FOREVER to write lmao, not proofread pls forgive any mistakes, title from the weeknd - love in the sky

“you’re so pretty.”

megumi furrows his eyebrows, glancing over at you. his gaze could almost be called a glare, but the deep flush that immediately spreads across his cheeks does little to intimidate you. “what are you talking about?” he scoffs.

you smile in response. megumi freezes when you reach up, brushing a stray strand of hair away from his face. it feels soft against your fingers - ink black and just short enough for it to avoid being caught in his eyes. 

only illuminated by a sliver of moonlight, you smile. megumi watches as you intertwine your fingers together. hands that hold the power to summon the most dangerous of creatures are nothing but pliant in your hold. 

you trace your fingertips along the callouses that litter his palms before leaning in to press a chaste kiss against his knuckles. 

“you’re pretty,” you repeat.

megumi frowns. of all the words used to describe him, megumi most often agreed with average. nothing special. 

he wasn’t the most powerful sorcerer. he was smart - probably smart enough to get him into a decent university - but not smart enough for him to consider it an asset. and his looks were nothing megumi cared to focus on for longer than the time it took for him to brush his hair in the morning. 

but here you were - the most gorgeous person he had ever seen - calling fushiguro megumi pretty.

“pretty?” he repeats. the word almost feels foreign as it leaves his lips. “really?”

“of course.” megumi isn’t given time to think of a response before your lips brush against the junction between his neck and shoulder. his breath hitches in his throat when you shift, this time pressing another kiss against the edge of his jaw. then his cheek. and finally, you press a kiss against megumi’s lips. 

you can just barely taste his mint chapstick as his lips mold against your own, unconsciously chasing after you when you pull away. you smile softly as you reach up to cup his face in your hands. megumi’s skin feels hot against your own, though you’re gracious enough not to mention it in the moment. “i love you, megumi.”

megumi playfully rolls his eyes; his lips quirk upwards into a soft smile. “i love you too.”

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[yuuuhiii]

I just want you ᡣ𐭩

includes : Megumi x reader , angst w fluff ending , 0.9k words , kisses

ai’s notes : I luv him sm :((( not proof read

You stomp your feet all the way into the lounging area where Nobara, Yuuji and your boyfriend were.

You could hear Nobara and Yuuji teasing Megumi and if it was any other day you’d be there to back him up, even though he didn’t really care for their words. But today wasn’t any other day, you were mad and you had a very valid reason to be.

All of their eyes are on you and Megumi softly smiles at you. It’s soon wiped off his face when you’re pulling him by the ear, Nobara and Yuuji on the verge of laughing but also amused.

“Ah!—What the hell are you doing—Y/n!”

You let him yell at you as you yank him down the hall and into an empty classroom, sliding the classroom door shut.

“What the hell is your problem!” He grabs at his ear, glaring at you, but his gaze immediately softens when he sees you on the verge of tears.

“Hey, what’s wrong.” His brows furrow. He moves to hold you but you step away, making his stomach drop.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

You’re trying to hold yourself together, biting your lip so it wouldn’t jitter. Megumi’s more than confused but he’s trying to rack his mind of every possibility, just something that he did that would have you upset this much.

“Look. I don’t know what you’re talking about but I’m sorry.” He tries to reason and you look so broken, his heart is beating so fast but it wasn’t in the way he liked.

“Gojo-sensei told me about Mahoraga.” You glare at him and he stiffens.

Fuck.

Maybe he did lie to you about that technique, yes it was a ritual but he never told you that he had to sacrifice himself for it to work.

“You’ve tried to summon him at least five times for me!” You yell, your tears already falling, voice breaking.

He doesn’t know what to say and in a way he’s letting you break down, so you could let it all out.

“Why would you lie to me, especially about that.” You pout, sounding so desperate and hurt that it’s killing Megumi in the inside.

His mouth opens and closes, like a fish out of water with no oxygen. You crush him with your arms, holding on to him as if he’d disappear at any second, sobbing in his chest.

“You can’t keep sacrificing yourself like this Megumi, Gojo-sensei said you had the potential to be the strongest.” You say and he finally replies.

“I don’t want to be the strongest.”

Even though it’s a smart ass reply he’s holding you close to him, scared that things will go south and you’ll leave him.

“That’s not the point! But you can get stronger. How are you supposed to get stronger if you’re constantly trying to kill yourself.”

That makes him bite his tongue because you were right.

“I don’t care if you want to get stronger or not, I care about you.” You whimper, your cries not ceasing. Megumi combs his hands through your hair.

“I don’t want you to sacrifice yourself for me, I don’t want your soul, or your curse—”

“I’d never curse you.”

Your glare shuts him up.

“I want you. Like this, how I have you now, this is all I want.” You say so sincerely, holding his face in your hands.

“Alive, healthy and by my side. For as long as I can have you.”

His heart beat hasn’t slowed down, if anything it’s picked up, but now because your words have reduced him to a flushing mess. His ears and cheeks red, eyes softening.

“You’ll always have me.” He whispers, cradling your face now.

You don’t reply but you kiss him with so much passion, trying to gather up all the love you had for him and he kisses you the same way. The both of you afraid to lose each other.

Megumi couldn’t think of a world without you but he never stopped to think how you’d feel if he wasn’t in yours. Mostly because he’d do anything for you, even if that met giving up on his life for your wellbeing.

When you pull away you both are just as close, sharing each other’s breath.

“You have to promise me you won’t use it anymore, that you’ll get stronger so you don’t have to resort to that, or else I’ll leave you.”

Megumi’s hands squeeze around your waist at the last part, brows furrowing. You knew you’d never be able to but he didn’t need to know that. He rests his forehead on yours, squeezing his eyes.

“I wont use it.” He sighs.

“You promise?” You look up at him, making him melt.

“Promise.”

You lift up your pinky, and he shakes his head in amusement. Linking pinkies with you and touching your thumb, pecking it right after.

“You can’t break it, or I’ll have to cut off your pinky.” You pout and he chuckles.

“Yea I know.” He pecks your lips.

Smiling into his kiss, you lead up with a million pecks, causing his smile to rise as well.

“I love you ‘gumi.” You whisper, brushing your lips with his and he holds the small of your back.

“I love you too, so much.” He says as he nuzzles his face into your neck, placing a peck there as well.

At peace knowing that you were no longer mad at him.

© yuuuhiii 24 : don’t plagiarize, translate, or post my work on other platforms

[ponderingmoonlight]

How megumi would react if you got jumped and reader doesn't want him to find out

"You aren't walking as elegant as usual."

As soon as you realize that it's none other than your crush Megumi Fushiguro behind you, you flinch. Fuck, he shouldn't be here, he shouldn't see you like this.

"W-What? I'm alright, don't worry", you try to laugh him off.

But the second you want to keep going again, he firmly grabs your wrist.

Fuck, you should have been more careful yesterday. Megumi asked over and over to assist you because the mission was displayed as dangerous, because he knows exactly how reckless you can be. And now you're stuck with that hole in your thigh, too proud to allow even Shoko a look. If he finds out...

You shake your head in panic while trying to get away from him, only to get thrown into his arms.

"I know you are hurt. What happened yesterday?", he questions, his low voice and breath caressing your cheek making shivers run down your spine.

Oh, there's definetely no way out of this. The second you get lost in his dark blue eyes, you lose the ability to lie.

"Well...Somehow I wasn't paying attention and..."

"And?", he requires.

"And somehow...I got hurt?"

His jaw tenses up almost immediately and before you realize what is happening, you find yourself lying inside his arms, moving by the force of his body.

"What...What are you doing?", you cry out.

"You really need to be more careful and see Shoko. What if your wound gets infected, what if it rips open? (y/n), I really can't afford losing you."

All of the sudden, the pain you felt all day and night coming from your throbbing leg is gone in thin air. It's only you and him. Megumi, who just told you that he doesn't want to lose you.

There is no way to escape the merciless blush that creeps up your face in an instant, not even your hands being able to cover your tomato-red face fully.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you not feeling well?", Megumi questions, making everything even worse.

"No, I'm alright! Everything's fine!", you shriek.

"(y/n)..."

His hands fight in a desperate battle against your fingertips, try to remove them from your face.

"Get away from my face?"

"What's wrong? Let me look at you-"

"NO!"

"Now why on earth can't you two just go out together already?", Shoko interrupts, leaving both of you in silence.

"You got hurt again?"

You nod.

"And you are worried again?"

Megumi nods.

"Fine. If you promise me that you'll go out after we're done, I'll treat you, (y/n)."

"We will", Megumi assures almost instantly.

"Well, that answer came pretty fast..."

[bbunisre]

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earbuds — megumi x reader

song choice: cologne by beabadoobee

a/n: i wrote this in an airplane and i have NOT proofread it at ALL; i just have been needing to put something out lol this is highkey half-assed so please bare with me.

you lean into megumi, eyelids only getting heavier and heavier from the sleep taking you over. as you perch your head on his shoulder, gritty, grungy music emanated from his earphones, peaking your interest. 

“you know, i don’t really know what kind of music you’re into, but now that i’m hearing it, it makes complete sense…” 

at your remark, he seems to take a little offense, judging by the way the shoulder you were currently leaning on stiffened and his eyebrows furrowed. “is that an insult?” 

“no, not really,” you grin endearingly.

...you don’t know if it was the drowsiness that caused your random surge of courage, but you reach into his (increasingly reddening) ear, taking an earbud away to place into yours. megumi’s cheeks flare up, but you can tell he’s trying to keep it cool from the way he awkwardly poker faces and avoids eye contact. funny guy, huh. you think as you can’t help but feel your muscles tugging into a smile. 

you insert the earbud in your ear, sleep taking over once again as you— wait, isn’t this…

“isn’t this beabadoobee?”

“…no.”

“but it’s literally her vo–“

“shut up. don’t you dare say a word.”

and so you do, snuggling up to his shoulder once again as you pretend not to notice his very pink face. 

a/n 2: ik megumi listens to weezer and stuff but i feel like he secretly enjoys beabadoobee and never says anything abt it bc HIM? THEE MEGUMI? A BEABADOOBEE LISTENER? esp since some of bea’s music is quite gritty, such as the song choice right here🤗

[m-ayo-o]

regarding the recent megumi drabble.........hickeys.....lipstick marks.....all over his abs.....and then you go lower....and lower......

that's too hot tho :( i need u to live in my inbox please   said megumi drabble regarding his fine abs 18+ oral / afab reader x 21+ megumi 1.2k wc

After your boyfriend treated you to such a sensual ride on his abs, the following day you just had to repay the favour… you know he's not expecting it– his selfless nature means he only cares about making you feel good, even if he's stiff and bursting through his pants. 

But tonight you're still feeling that intense obsession with his body– as always– and it really isn't helped when he steps out of the shower, all hot with that dreamy, relaxed look in his eyes, his body covered in droplets of water with steam escaping the small room adjacent to your bedroom.

Your tapping and scrolling on your phone is soon forgotten when you look up in time to see him remove the towel from around his waist– you hold your breath and stare.

He gives his hair a rough towel dry then starts swiping the cotton over his body, collecting the beads of water that rest over his defined muscles. It's not like he's trying to turn you on… but everything he's doing just looks so sensual. He pats his pale skin dry and you admire the jet black hairs around his body– all trimmed neatly, how his arms flex, then the ridges of his adonis belt and further down… and you think god he takes care of himself. 

You know he works so hard... you want to show him how much it means, and how lucky you are to have such a perfect boyfriend. 

So you stand up and approach him slowly, slinking towards him in your cute nightie. 

“Megumi~?” 

“Mhm?”

“Did I ever tell you…” you pause and take the towel in your hand, “how pretty you are?” 

He snorts a little and releases the damp material, and you drop it on the floor, leaving him completely naked. 

“I'm not kidding,” you insist, trying your best serious face with the king of stoic expressions. You place your hands delicately on his chest and run your fingers up his neck, earning a little crack in the thin line of his lips. 

Starting to rise on your tiptoes, you inch closer to his face. 

“Can I show you, please, how perfect you are.. to me?” 

You know you tell him very often, and you know he appreciates that. Your kindness and sweet words have done wonders for his confidence (perhaps a little too much). But you love it when he accepts your love and compliments and you can tell he feels so comfortable in himself. And of course, he always shows you how much he loves you… but for you, he has started to open that pretty mouth of his and tell you. It means the world to you. 

But now it's your turn to take his approach. So you run your fingers into his inky black hair and bring him into a long and slow kiss. You take the lead, peppering the corner of his mouth then nibbling at his lower lip. You forget that you were still wearing your makeup from earlier when you see smudges on his lips. He won't mind. 

He opens up with a little sigh and you sink into one another. Losing yourself almost entirely, you step over to the bed and press his naked body down, until he's lying under you. Your nightie fans out over his hips and you sit right on the growing bulge of his crotch. It always makes you so excited that it only takes a few kisses and touches to get him hard. 

Your lips move down his body now, still taking it so slow, touching him gently and humming his name, repeating those sweet compliments till he's smiling like an idiot and telling you to stop. He's going to get such an ego if you're not careful. 

But you keep going, skimming your lips over his collarbones and chest, leaving pretty pinkish marks over his body. 

“Mm~” he likes how your lips feel on him… so warm and tender, but he wants a little more, “kiss me harder, baby~” 

And you can't deny your man's sweet request, as you open your mouth and swirl your tongue over his pec before sucking a little bruise on his body. Everything is so dainty with you, even in the way you leave marks on him. They're not like the wide and deep bruises he paints over your neck, but smaller and smattered over his body as he tells you to keep going. 

Your love bites and lipstick stains shower his chest, where you give his nipples a teasing suck, then dip lower over his ribcage, finally reaching the sculpted muscles of his abs. 

Feeling aware of yours and his arousal, you can't help licking and biting him sensually until your lipstick is all smudged. 

And he keeps moaning for more– you know he's feeling totally spellbound by what you're doing to him, so you kiss and suck your way down the ridges of his body till your fingers find those neat dark hairs between his legs. You take the base of his now full and perfectly curved erection in your hand and he shivers. 

“Uhh~~ mmh~” he gulps down a little moan– you surprised him with your assertive motions, knowing that's what he wanted. 

And it's his lucky day, because he doesn't have to ask you to keep going and you take his tip in his mouth and–

“Mmhnm~~ ththankyou, oh god that feels good, princess~”

He hums his praise and wraps his fingers in your hair till you're bobbing up and down eagerly. You wanna take him all the way back– you always try so hard till you gag on him. But, he just finds that even hotter– the sounds you make, the way your spit drips from the smudged pink stains on your lips, and how you have to pull away to gasp for air make him want to finish all over your face.

And he imagines that now, as he takes your neck and makes you swallow him down again and again, repeating this motion till you're tearing up. 

“Sorry- sorry baby~ can't stop– too– ahh– f-fucking good–”

He isn’t going to last long. 

“Gh-mhmm~~”

It's not easy, but you'll happily choke on him till you run out of air. And that eagerness, the way you keep nodding and taking him deeper and further back makes him harder and he starts to lose control.

“Fuck me you take my dick- so fucking well, princess-” 

“Mmmmhm~” 

You nod and swirl your tongue around him so sensually and he swears he sees you try to smile even with your mouth stuffed full and he can’t believe how beautiful you look and– 

“‘m-m cumming– “ he holds the back of your neck really hard, dragging your throat over his dick one more time as he spills his load. He uses your mouth to milk him slower and slower, until he lets go of your neck and you clean him up, taking time to suck on his tip to make him shudder with overstimulation before finally releasing him. 

You take the biggest breath and wipe your mouth, then collapse on his thighs, panting with a giddy smile on your face. You feel his fingers in your hair as he showers you with praise once more, telling you how good you were for him, letting him cum down your throat like that… and how hot you look with your makeup all ruined. 

You lift your head up, eyes scanning over his gorgeous body once more, to see those rosy prints of your lips all over him and you swear you could do it all over again.

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