#megumi would love pushing you against a wall

[just-jordie-things]

Hi!

I had a thought yesterday and I can't get it out of my head ʘ‿ʘ

Imagine having a giant crush on Megumi, and even though you flirt with him occasionally, your relationship remains platonic, UNTIL! Sukuna takes over his body and sees the way you look at Megumi.

S: "You like what you see, Babe?"

You: "Hell yeah. I've always found Megumi attractive. But I didn't know tattoos and combed hair would look so sexy on him."

Megumi inside Sukuna: "😳😳"

And once Gojo frees him and he has his body back he'll find you, pin you to the wall and say, "I heard I'm hot with this haircut?"

And you are a blushing mess underneath him.

That's all! Just wanted to share couse Sukuna in Megumi is giving me thoughts THOUGHTS

LMFAOOO but i love the idea of megumi taking his body back just to go “WHAT” bcuz he’s had a crush on you this whole time and didn’t take your flirting seriously and he’s not missing his chance now !!!!!

i firmly believe once megumi is certain how you feel for him that there’s no way you could keep up with cute flirty banter, he’s too hot when he’s cheeky and being a tease ☺️☺️☺️☺️ (actually blushing thinking abt this)

[writingouthere]

singledad!Sukuna x neighbor!reader-Sukuna and Yuuji really want you to join their family! role reversal from my other series, think this will just be a one-shot though. Yuuji is Sukuna's brother but he's raised him since he was a baby and Yuuji calls him dad.

cw: Sukuna is manipulative and also a murderer but everyone's happy and you're both aware so it's okay. this is really just fluff.

"I....want you to be my mommy?"

Sukuna scowled as Yuuji looked more confused than ever.

"No, no that is not what you're saying kid. You're just going to tell her about how the other kids' mommies on the playground make you feel left out."

"But they don't, Megumi's mommy always gives me a snack when I'm hungry!"

"That's not his mommy, that's Megumi's daddy," Sukuna corrected, wondering if this was just a hopeless endeavor. He could have easily followed a plan this simple when he was four, but Yuuji was too soft. This was what happened when you raised a kid in a stable, loving environment. They lost the ability to go for the jugular when needed.

"But Megumi's daddy calls him mommy?" Sukuna didn't hold back his groan. You were going to be coming back from your morning walk any minute. He didn't have time for Yuuji to not get basic directions or to explain the dynamics of that Gojo family.

"Look when we go out there, just look sad and I'll handle the rest."

"But I'm not sad, I'm happy. We're going to the park and Megumi's mommy is bringing mochi today!"

"Shit kid, do you want a mom or not?" Sukuna asked, trying not to roll his eyes as be bent down to snap on the velcro straps on Yuuji's light up sneakers.

"I don't need a mom, I have you," Yuuji said. He looked uncharacteristically defiant and Sukuna couldn't help feeling proud of his little brother.

It had been touch and go when Yuuji was a baby. Sukuna had still been a kid himself and they didn't have any money and Yuuji's mom was even crazier than Sukuna's. Their father nowhere to be seen. Since Sukuna and Uraume had spread the pieces of his corpse around the city.

Sukuna pushed these memories aside and ruffled Yuuji's hair. "I know you don't need one, we only need each other." Yuuji nodded, his little head moving with all his conviction. "But it might be nice, right?"

Yuuji seemed thoughtful before finally biting his lip and looking down at his sneakers. He tapped them, making the red and black lights flash.

"She's really nice, I like her."

"I like her too," Sukuna said and he heard the sound of your sneakers slapping against the tiled hallway. "So let's go and look sad, okay?" Yuuji nodded, determined now and Sukuna grabbed his backpack before the two brothers went out into the hall.

You were just taking your keys out of your bag and you turned to the brothers, a smile on your face. "Good morning gentlemen, it's nice to see you. Heading out?"

That was when you noticed Yuuji's downturned expression. Sukuna saw your face shift into one of concern and he resisted a smirk.

Sukuna cleared his throat and squeezed Yuuji's hand. Good boy. "We're heading out to the park, you know the one by the high school."

"Oooh, that's nice. You like that park, right Yuuji? You said it was the biggest one in the whole city," you crouched down so you could look Yuuji in the eye and Yuuji seemed to forget he was supposed to be sad for a minute because he jumped up and down, the lights of his shoes flashing in the dim hallway.

"Yeah, it has the best swings too!" You ooohed and aawed appropriately while Sukuna tried not to smack his head against the wall. Maybe he and this kid weren't related after all, fuck.

Yuuji seemed to notice his expression because he stopped jumping to look down at feet. He put out his lower lip and used the tip of one of shoes to mess with a scuff mark on the linoleum. It would have made a more pathetic visage if his shoes weren't still lit up.

"Yuuji," you said, coming closer so you could kneel on the ground in front of the boy. The sight of you on your knees did something to Sukuna, but he pushed it aside to see what the brat had in mind. So far, he wasn't impressed with the performance. "Is something wrong?"

"It's just," Yuuji let out a sad sigh that wouldn't get him a gig in a car commercial. "Megumi and his mommy will be there and it makes me feel sad because all the other kids have mommies and I don't." God, there was no way you could be buying this, Sukuna looked at you and saw that your eyes looked a little watery.

Huh, look at that. Maybe he wouldn't have to kick the kid out, after all.

"I'm sorry Yuuji, that must be hard," you said and you reached out and swiped out where Yuuji had even managed to shed a tear. Sukuna felt so proud. "But I know that your dad is really excited to take you and the two of you are going to have so much fun!"

"Could you come too?" Yuuji asked and you bit your lip. Yuuji looked up and batted his little doe eyes at you. "It would make me really happy if you came with us. We could all have fun together."

"I wouldn't want to intrude-"

"It wouldn't be intruding," Sukuna cut in. "If you're busy though no worries, I know we'll have fun just the two of us. Right, Yuuji?"

Yuuji bit his lip and Sukuna could tell he was torn between showing how excited he was to spend time with his dad and being 'sad' so you would join them.

You looked between the two before seeming to come to some kind of decision. "If you don't mind waiting while I change, I'd be happy to join you two. Should I bring anything?"

"I think we're all set. We'll wait outside for you," Sukuna said and Yuuji went up and gave you a big hug that you returned.

Sukuna took Yuuji outside to wait for you, the kid occupying himself with a mostly washed away hopscotch chalk sketch. Sukuna alternated between watching him and texting Uraume who was claiming to be over him and his nonsense. Sukuna would take it more seriously if Uraume hadn't been saying that for going on twenty years. He knew they loved him, fucking sap.

Soon, but not soon enough, you came bounding down the stairs. A scarf tied around your neck, your turtleneck exposed by the open top button of your coat. He couldn't keep letting you be single, looking all pretty like that. He was too greedy for that.

Besides, looking the way you did and knowing your big heart, it was just a matter of time before some nice loser tricked you into settling with them and he just couldn't have that. The idea of you taking someone else home to your warm apartment with it's million throw blankets and a cookie jar, an actual cookie jar, he was convinced you kept stocked up just for Yuuji, made him want to commit another murder.

"Ready?" you asked and Sukuna nodded while Yuuji took your hand in his right and Sukuna's in his left.

"Let's go!"

Yuuji's enthusiasm was contagious and the two of you chatted all the way to the park. Sukuna saw some people shoot you all looks as you walked. Sukuna was used to people viewing him with suspicion, even fear. His tattoos, dyed hair and general demeanor making people cross the street to avoid him. Something about you and Yuuji seemed to balance him out though and people reacted as if they were just looking at a cute family going out on a Saturday.

You didn't seem to notice either way and just continued talking to Yuuji about some new anime for kids Sukuna had probably had to suffer through but hadn't retained any memory of.

As soon as you all got to the park, Yuuji took off with barely a good-bye. You seemed concerned and Sukuna bumped your shoulder with his. "Don't stress, he just sees the Fushiguro kid over there. See, they're already fucking around."

He pointed to where Yuuji was chasing around a scowling dark haired boy the same age as him. Sukuna didn't buy the scowl for a second.

He had once run into the kid and his weird dads at the grocery store and the kid had scolded him when he figured out Yuuji wasn't with him. Sukuna would have knocked the kid down a peg if he wasn't actually four years old and if his 'mommy' didn't low key give him the creeps. Sukuna was pretty sure he wasn't the only person guilty of homicide currently at this playground.

"That's so cute," you cooed and Sukuna nodded along while he took you over to some picnic tables. Unfortunately one of them was already occupied.

"Aww if it isn't Sukuna. How nice it is to see your lovely face on a Saturday morning!"

"Gojo."

Sukuna was ready to leave it there but then the bastard got up and walked over. His partner continued sipping on a large cup of boba, watching from his seat although he gave you a little wave.

"Who is this, new girlfriend?" Gojo asked tilting down his sunglasses to look you up and down.

You laughed and introduced yourself while Megumi's parents did the same. Gojo grabbed your hand when you held it out and kissed the back of it, his lips curved into a smile even as he lingered, his fingers clearly holding onto where your pulse would be. Sukuna moved closer to you and put a hand around your waist, the gesture a clear sign for the other man to back off which Sukuna knew Gojo understood because the bitch fucking smiled at him.

Sukuna didn't necessarily take any of Gojo's flirtations seriously. He flirted with every mom and dad on the playground, including him when they first met. He'd even seen him flirt with the guy who worked the ice cream truck so egregiously the kid had looked on the verge of passing out. His partner never seemed bothered and Sukuna wondered if he was just that secure in the relationship or if he hoped someone would finally come along and get the annoying man away from him.

As usual though, Gojo lost interest quickly and went back to his husband who didn't say anything as Gojo lay across his lap like some kind of housecat.

"There are children here," Sukuna said. Mostly out of spite and not jealousy that the two of you weren't curled up like that.

"Don't be homophobic," Gojo said and you snorted before looking innocent when Sukuna shot you a look.

"Alright, let's go see what Yuuji's up to." Sukuna went along with your excuse, mostly just because he liked the feeling of your hand in his. The two of you wandered closer to the playground where Megumi and Yuuji were currently engaged in a game with some other kids that Sukuna couldn't have possibly guessed the subject of.

The kids alternated running around the large structure, disappearing into tunnels, jumping down to hide underneath slides and behind climbing walls. Every time Yuuji popped back up to view he would wave and call out to you both. Sukuna still felt a little warm whenever the kid called him dad and the look you gave him after made him feel caught.

"So, I can see why Yuuji was so sad those morning. Megumi's parents are just vicious monsters," you said and Sukuna was so taken aback he knew his expression didn't hide it well. You smiled and swung your hand that was still in his, turning so you could look at him.

"I don't think that's what the issue was," Sukuna managed and you nodded.

"Right, it must have been because he's so lonely," you said before the two of you were interrupted by the sound of children's ecstatic laughter. You both looked to where Yuuji was now being chased by an entire horde of children.

"I'm the curse, you have to catch me," he yelled out and the other children screamed and laughed as they tried to grab him. Yuuji had never had a hard time making friends and that was very evident in the way he got kids of all ages, even the quiet ones to join in on his game.

"You can have friends and still be lonely," Sukuna argued and you gave him just the softest look. It wasn't fair for you to see through his schemes and still look at him like that.

"Are you lonely, Sukuna?" You got closer to him, your hand still got in his and you were so warm. "Maybe I should come home with you, then?"

Sukuna couldn't have stopped himself from kissing you even if he wanted to, which he didn't. He let go of your hand so he could cup your face in both of his palms. You moaned your approval into his mouth and he responded by nipping your upper lip, pulling you up to meet him as he leaned down to kiss you. Sukuna was about to risk another arrest by taking you right here in the park before a familiar voice called out to the both of you.

"Hey now, there's children here."

Sukuna turned to give the infuriating dumbfuck a piece of his mind when you distracted him by pulling him back to you and giving him a quick peck on the lips. He could leave the fight with Gojo for another day, he supposed. He knew he'd win anyway.

You're smiling and you look so happy and Sukuna doesn't feel the least amount of guilt in getting you here. Even if you knew it was a trick.

Although.

Did this mean you knew that all those times he was "stuck at work" and needed someone to watch Yuuji were a lie too? Or that he actually could cook and the one time he set the building fire alarm off had been because he started an actual fire and not just him burning dinner and two of them didn't actually need you to invite them to dinner so much? Did you also know that your radiator hadn't just stopped working randomly but he had broke it, knowing you would call him because your super never answered, and when he said a part was still missing and you would just have to stay the night at his and Yuuji's place-

Sukuna looked at you more closely and you just kept smiling.

As Yuuji called for the two of you to come help him and Megumi on the swings, Sukuna wondered if he had ever trapped you, even once. Or if you had just let him catch you.

Watching you push Yuuji as the boy screamed for you to go "higher, higher!" he decided he didn't care. Fuck, it might just be better. Knowing you were maybe as crazy as he was.

shout out to the dad at the park today who had the audacity to play with his toddler and have a cute dog at the same time.

also I liked the end of this so much I may just write a prequel of Sukuna and reader taking turns gaslighting the other into a relationship, we'll see.

Edit: wrote the prequel, here!

[sunarc]

Dilf Toji fucks you nice and slow when you’re done putting Megumi down for bed. He wants to thank you for being so good to him and his son. As a single dad it gets hard so when you came into the picture offering your services it was hard to deny such a genuine offer. You’re so good to Megumi, gentle, kind and patient. Toji can’t help the growing bulge in his pants when he sees you being such a strong mother figure. He has to show you his gratitude. The best way he can do that is by having you in a mating press so he can fuck you nice and deep. 

“You like that?” his voice is a soft hum. 

You feel dizzy. His cock feels so deep. He’s stretching you out more than ever before. You call out his name in a soft whimper.

“Yeah? I’m right here doll don't worry I’m not going anywhere” he groans.

Toji’s obsessed with the way you look taking his cock. Your hole looks so perfect clenching, barely able to fit all of him. You look so full, Toji can’t help but imagine how full you would look with his cum drooling out of you. He has to see it. He’s determined to fuck you full of his cum. His cock plunges in and out of you creating a pattern. Your moans fall past your lips making a tune Toji never wants to forget. 

“That’s it, good girl, say my name” you sound so pretty to him. “Tell me who fucks you this good, say it , tell me no one can make you shake like this, no one can fill this pussy up the way i can”

He’s never felt himself lose control like this before. There’s something about you, something that leaves him desperate for more. He craves you, desires you every waking second. The way your lips part letting pleads and moans drip off your tongue has him losing his mind. He can’t get enough of you. He knows he should be quiet but the way your cunt feels squeezing him so tight he thinks he just might lose his mind. “That feel good baby? Yeah I know” he coos “I’m gonna fuck you so full” his pace is picking up speed. 

His mind is practically blank thinking of how he wants to fill you to the brim with his cum. No that’s not enough he needs to give you every last drop he has. 

“You need my cum don’t you” he’s desperate to hear you say it. He’s practically begging to hear you asking for his cum. Tell him how much you want his babies. He can make you a mommy. Don’t you want him to make you a mommy?

“Our baby is gonna be so beautiful” he whispers. He isn’t sure if you can hear him but he doesn’t mind as long as you’re still losing your mind calling out his name. 

“That’s right” he growls “Say my name while I fuck a baby into you”

His hand push your thighs further down so he can reach deeper. The way he drags his cock past you slick walls has you shaking. Your words come out slurred. 

“It’s too big” you whine as he goes deeper

“No no you can take it.” he bites he lips continuing his long deep strokes. He knows you can take it. Your eyes roll back when he begins grinding his hips into you. He knows he’s hit the spot he’s been searching for. 

“There she is” he chuckles. 

You can barely contain the moans now. Your body is shaking uncontrollably. 

“Please” you gasp “S-slow down, I’m gonna make a mess” you cry.

Toji loves the sound of that. He thrust pick up speed, fucking into you even harder. 

“That’s it, just like that, make a mess on my cock.”

He’s desperately chasing after his own orgasm. He wants to cum with you. His thrust are sloppy. He’s moaning your name pleading for you to cum for him. 

“Cum-fuck Now” he demands. 

You can’t help the juices the splatter against his abs as he fucks his load into you. The two of you are a moaning mess. You ramble incoherent words paired with his name. His eyes are glued on the sticky mess between the two of you. The squelching sounds of his cock fucking his cum back in fill the room. 

“What a pretty sight this is. I hope it’s a girl” he moans “She’ll have your eyes” 

You can barely give him a reply to focused on the way his cock is still plunging in and out. 

“It’s too much” you slur.

“No baby it’s not enough” he groans “I gotta make sure this tummy is full of my cum. One more just one more okay”

Toji has plans on fucking way more than just one more load into you. He has to fuck you full until he’s sure of it you’ll be the one carrying Megumi’s little sister.

[cockaiine]

When Toji married you, he was well aware it’s unfair to you to have to raise two kids that weren’t your own. Especially when he also knew your intent on having a baby, a dream you’ve discussed with him more times than he cares to remember—a passion, even.

You’ve been nothing but kind to Tsumiki and Megumi. Toji clearly remembers the look on your face when Tsumiki confided in you that she wishes to call you ‘mom’. Yes, Toji recalls the way you were smiling the entire week after it so much to the point he thought your jaw would fall off. He still reminds you sometimes of the first time Megumi called you that too, bringing back the memory in the form of an inside joke.

And Toji continues to watch you treating his children as if they were truly your own, so much to the point that some of your mannerism has been rubbing off on the children. Toji trusts your judgment more than even his own, the compassion in your eyes more than enough proof that you truly do love them wholeheartedly. 

But he also acknowledges that you deserve to have the baby you’ve always wanted. You deserve to experience the happiness of carrying a newborn in your arms. And Toji holds no intentions of leaving your dream unfulfilled.

That’s why today of all days, on the day that celebrates mothers, he promised you you’ll celebrate it with a new addition to your family next year. That’s why he had you folded in half at the edge of your bed, legs spread apart, while he pushed his length into you.

You gasp at the stretch. It’s as if no matter the amount of times you take him, you’ll never truly get used to his size. You desperately claw at the bed sheets, looking for an anchor to hold you. 

“Fuck–baby, calm down f’me, will ya?” His frame towers over you in an almost intimidating way, but as his palm finds your abdomen, gently rubbing your lower tummy, you find nothing but comfort in him. “Gonna need you to loosen up, ‘kay?”

You whimper softly, eyes shut to highlight the pleasure, leaving you with nothing to focus on but him. Inhaling, you loosen up as much as you can, which in turn allows your walls to swallow more and more of his length. Your emerald-eyed husband watches your reaction keenly, waiting for the right moment to move.

He starts by rocking his hips gently, allowing your insides to get accustomed. Every curt thrust hits deep, making you see stars even though he hasn’t even begun. It takes more concentration than Toji pleases, consuming all his self-control. He’s tempted to toss it all and ravish you, but intimacy requires patience. 

Soft grunts leave his lips, his pace growing steadily. You take him so well, wrapped around him and squeezing him so tight he could come on the spot.

Your room fills with lewd sounds, skin flush against skin. He bottoms out, only to pull back and thrust in again, making your back arch from the pleasure. You feel him all, moving in and out, then in and out, and again. Moving to feel you. Moving for you. He wants this night to be memorable for you.

And you? Oh, you're a sight created by god himself. Your face churns with every move he makes, contorting to moan at every brief contact his skin makes with yours. Your legs hung in the air, held in place by his strong grip.

“Oh- Toji–” your walls convulse around him, feeling a much familiar knot form in your stomach. You manage to move your hand, clawing at his thigh for contact.

It’s amusing to him, yet so adorable it arouses him further. “Want me to hold yer’ hand?” He mumbles, voice sultry and stained. You mewl and it’s his answer, warm palm moving to remove your hand from his thigh.

His brawny figure leans down, pinning your hand beside your head while his other holds your hip firmly. You can feel his thrusts better at this angle—sloppy thrusts that make you whine louder, chanting his name in a symphony he can’t grab the rhythm of. His pelvis rubs against your clit, adding to the stimulation. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling your body shake under the pressure. “Y’feel so good–hah–baby,” he manages, moving his face by your neck. He licks a stripe down the crook of it, specifically over a certain hickey he left despite your continuous complaints about his odd and much visible choice of spots. “Gonna fill ya up so good, wanna see you big and full of my baby, mhm?”

respost bc we not showin up on tags :((

[seiwas]

₊˚⊹｡ make this drive last ‘til the end of this song | fushiguro megumi

wc: 1.2k

summary: you wish this traffic jam would last a bit longer. 

contains: f!reader in mind, college!megumi, pre-relationship stuff! mostly centered around having a crush!, yuuji and nobara are here!

a/n: i think megumi loves to listen to music!! stargazing by the neighbourhood reminds me of him, and the song that inspired this is pretty by col3trane & mahalia! (reminds me so much of him too)!! may or not be inspired by very personal feelings/thoughts!!; for mi luv @soumies

you are here -> part 2

It’s always just you and Megumi on the drive back home. 

For the last stretch of it, at least.

You like to think you’re friends, being in the same friend circle for the good part of the year. And if there’s anything you’ve learned from your crazy group of four, it’s that Megumi always ends up being the designated driver for everything—road trips, lunch breaks, late night food runs, and parties. Especially parties. 

Someone has to stay sober when Yuuji’s always too eager to drink anything that’s handed to him. 

You also live nearest to Megumi (coincidentally), just a few streets down from the building that houses his unit. This means you’re always picked up first and dropped off last, consequently making his passenger seat yours (indefinitely). 

The seat is practically adjusted to you by now, backrest pulled back a bit and the seat itself brought forward slightly. Because you get cold easily, the air vents on your side are always pushed up, allowing only a small slip of air to flow through. 

You notice that it never changes—all these adjustments, so it’s either people don’t mind or maybe no one else has been sitting there after all. 

(You don’t know how to feel when a part of you, maybe just a teensy, tiny bit, hopes it’s the latter). 

As tough as it is to get through the impossibly high and extremely fortified walls one (1) Fushiguro Megumi has set around himself, you think you’ve found your way in, slipping yourself into the space between his passenger door and sitting right beside him on the extremely well-kept leather of his carseat. 

(He’s particular when it comes to cleaning). 

It was awkward at first. Of course, it was. When two introverts are alone in a car for a 30-minute drive back from a college party, they aren’t bound to become immediate best friends. But you try to talk a little, ask a harmless question or two, comment on the music he plays—the safe things to say.

And you get closer that way. 

Megumi doesn’t clear his throat anymore when it gets too quiet, already used to the comfortable silence between you. You give each other small updates on what you both did earlier that day, and what you plan to do the next, for the weekend, and the following week, even. And you try hard not to think about it too much, but when he throws a little laugh your way when you talk about the haircut you did yourself in seventh grade, you think you feel an extra thump against your ribcage. 

Another thing you learn is that Megumi loves music; there’s always some obscure, low-beat song that he’s tapping to when you get in. You discover more of his taste through the playlists he plays, and you like it—

(—maybe him a little bit more than the music, though). 

.

The traffic is unmoving today, endless red dots flashing along every lane for the past 40-minutes you’ve been on this road—there’s a steady patter of rain on the windshield, wipers automatically going back and forth as he gives you full control of the music. 

You’d just dropped off Yuuji when you took a detour to avoid some flooded area, and now you’re stuck in a terrible traffic jam this late at night, with cars barely moving inch-by-inch a few minutes at a time. Megumi doesn’t give any indication that he’s bothered except for the slight sigh he makes when he leans back on his seat after pulling up the handbrake.

And you think, with your music playing over the comfortable silence you’ve built, being in his passenger seat one too many times—this feels nice. 

Any other day and you’d hate traffic as much as the next person, but not right now. 

There’s movement far ahead and Megumi prepares to shift gears, accelerating the car only to stop again after a few minutes of getting far. You look over to find him tapping on the steering wheel, one hand on his thigh, relaxed as red glows on his face from the stoplight. 

You feel calm, content even, if you’re really thinking. Now you know why some people have a thing for night drives in the rain. 

Megumi’s eyelashes are long, pretty, stretching on for miles—and you wonder if this drive with him can extend to the length of them, if you can stay in this traffic jam a little longer just to be in this moment with him. 

“Sorry, are you cold?” Megumi asks, interrupting your stare.

He probably thinks that’s the reason you’re staring, if his fingers hovering over the aircondition controls says anything. Heat rises to your cheeks. 

You shake your head, “No, it’s okay. Just spaced out, sorry.” 

“I have a sweater at the back, if you need.” he motions, arm already out reaching for it. 

It’s summer right now, that’s why you insisted on keeping the AC on full blast; you don’t want him to suffer from the heat just because you’re cold. So you’re a bit curious, because really, Megumi has no reason to keep a sweater in his car for this weather, heck, he didn’t even wear one to the party tonight.

You don’t want to assume anything but—

“Brought it for when you get cold,” 

He says it plainly, so casually as if he doesn’t know that it echoes in the pitter-patter of your heartbeat. If you’re being completely rational, it probably doesn’t mean anything, but he hands you the gray sweater over the console so simply as if to say: of course, this is for you, who else would I bring it for? 

As if you shouldn’t even wonder anymore. 

The gesture endears you so much you can’t help but take it. 

“Thanks,” you smile sheepishly, and he nods, the corners of his lips curling slightly as he looks back to the road. 

You unbuckle your seatbelt to put the sweater on, and think, this is a very bad idea because all you smell now is his detergent, that fresh, clean scent that he walks around with condensed into oversized cotton—oversized cotton that is now engulfing you completely. 

You sigh, buckling your seatbelt again as the car moves forward. 

The traffic is clearing up now, Megumi making fewer stops as he drives along the main road. You give it maybe 8? 7? minutes until you arrive home. You’re proud of yourself tonight, flutter-feelings aside, because you think you picked the perfect music for the drive. 

Megumi can never hide his distate for anything—songs included; when he doesn’t like something, he squints his right eye just a little bit, an involuntary reaction you think. You’ve caught it a few times before (usually when it’s Yuuji’s music playing), but his face has been relaxed this entire night, fingers tapping to whatever tune you put on. 

When you arrive in front of your apartment building, your playlist shuffles to your favorite song. Megumi knows because you never shut up about it, asking for it to be played every single time on the drive back home. And when he turns to you, you look almost sad, fixing your things as you prepare to get off. There’s that cute, small pout that he notices you always try to hide when you want to say something but don’t. 

So as you’re about to unbuckle your seatbelt, Megumi shifts the gear to drive and says—

“Maybe after this song.”

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[literaila]

megumi's demon dogs cuddling with reader and satoru gets jealous 🤭

“you’re just doing this on purpose.”

“leave us alone, satoru. or better yet, go get us a snack. i think there’s some jerky in the pantry.”

satoru sighs and walks to the kitchen counter, where megumi is attempting to write a report. “megumi,” satoru says, his voice trying to be rough. “release them.”

megumi doesn’t even look at him. “why? they’re playing.”

“they’re stealing my wife.”

“we’re not married!” you call, and resume cooing at the dog on your lap.

“megumi, im lost without her. i might die. don’t you want to help me?”

“not really.”

satoru scoffs, leaning against the counter, on top of megumi’s papers. “i’m the reason you have them, you know.”

“i don’t use your shadows for summoning,” megumi retorts, trying to push him off.

“why not? they’re probably better than everyone else’s.”

“i don’t trust you.”

satoru remains where he is, pouting.

“satoru,” you call, from the couch, “let megumi do his homework.”

“yeah, satoru,” megumi says, pulling his hair.

“it’s papa to you.”

megumi mimes throwing up. then he pinches satoru’s ear, which is evil and who knows who taught him that? (you did).

“go away, gojo.”

“they’re probably tired,” satoru whispers. “you should give them a break.”

“don’t!” you say, laughing when one of them licks your face.

satoru watches, a devastating frown on his face.

“you’re so sweet,” you’re telling them, in a voice satoru doesn’t think he’s ever heard you use. “how’d you get so sweet?”

if satoru was a dog, his tail would probably wag at just the sound of your voice too.

he’s never wanted to hurt an animal more.

“hey,” megumi pokes satoru’s cheek. “can you move?”

“not until you give me my wife back.”

“she’s just petting them.”

“she’s neglecting me.”

“if you grow some fur, i’ll pet you too,” you tell satoru, still not paying any attention to him.

“what about my beautiful skin?”

“meh. overrated.”

“just say you hate me.”

you roll your eyes but you still haven’t looked at satoru, or smiled at him, or told him that you love him today.

how is he supposed to go on like this? the kids were trouble enough. now he has to fight two dogs?

“megumi, what if i give you—“

“i told you to stop bribing the children,” you interrupt, shaking your head. “i already told him, yes i did,” you say to the dogs, voice full of fake sympathy.

“i don’t want your money anyway.”

“how about my love and affection?”

megumi raises an eyebrow, his face far too amused for satoru’s liking.

“tsumiki would never treat me like this.”

“you can go pick her up,” you tell him. “just say that you missed her. she’ll probably be fine with you dragging her away from her friends because you’re jealous and lonely. most teenagers wouldn’t mind that.”

megumi laughs.

“i don’t deserve this.” satoru stands up, huffing at both of you, and walking down the hall towards his room. “i’m gonna find a home where im appreciated.”

you coo again. “good luck! ask them to send us some snacks.”

satoru groans, leaning against the wall.

“can we really send him away?” megumi asks you as soon as he thinks satoru is gone.

“mmm,” you pretend to think about it. “it’d be a hard sell.”

“i can make the posters.”

at that, satoru turns right around, bursting back into the room with a scoff. but before anyone can say anything, he walks over to where you are on the couch and falls on your lap.

“ugh, satoru,” you say, groaning as you adjust to his body weight on yours.

“you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

you roll your eyes, but resume your petting—this time it’s satoru at your will, though. he basically purrs into your touch. “i knew it was too good to be true.”

“should i still make that ad or…”

satoru throws a pillow at him in retaliation and you just shake your head. but it doesn’t seem to matter who you’re petting, as long as there’s someone there.

[kissme-suguru]

I like to think Toji has a big thing for MILFs and when he looks at his Wifey who already gave birth to Baby Gumi, he fell in love cuz now he has a MILF wife~ He doesn't care if guys say Women are ugly after pregnancy, he thinks she still looks so fucking pretty, her body is practically glowing

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ Toji showing his wifey some love

MDNI 18+

Toji Fushiguro x Post Pregnancy! Reader, fluff, smut, praise, body appreciation, Soft dom Toji, insecure reader, cunnilingus, squirting, one use of 'slut'

No cause I whole heartedly agree with you, I could see him lowkey catching an attitude if he saw you judging your appearance.

Toji would constantly praise your body, making sure to give you any reassurance even when you didn't believe him.

Any chance he had to rub your swollen belly he would take. "Look at this gorgeous belly, all round with my baby." And after you give birth? The man would shower every part of your body with love and soft touches.

His eyes would stare at your frame as you examined your body in the mirror with a somber face. Coming up behind you and running his big hands over every part you felt insecure about while kissing your neck. When you look away from the mirror he'd reach up and turn your face to continue looking as he rubbed your body.

A month after having Megumi Toji practically leaped on you when you tell him you can have sex again. He wasted no time stripping off your oversized pajamas and revealing your gorgeous post pregnancy body. His scared lips kissing down inch by inch, stopping at your belly that was adorned with stretch marks. A tsk of disapproval left his lips when he saw you turn your head away and try to cover yourself, feeling nervous and embarrassed at how your body had changed.

"Nu uh, none of that mama. Let me look at you." He gently grabbed your chin to make you look at him, in his eyes was nothing but love and lust.

"But Toji-"

"But nothing. I've been without this gorgeous body for damn near a year." He smothered your stomach in kisses before moving down in between your plump thighs, ghosting his tongue over your soft skin. "This body is so fucking perfect. You carried and birthed our son, I won't have you thinking bad about yourself, ya hear me?"

You nodded with heated cheeks, arousal burning in your lower stomach.

"Keep your eyes on me as I eat this pretty pussy, mama." Toji laid flat on his stomach, hiking your thighs on top of his muscular shoulders before diving into your entrance immediately.

His tongue moved up and down your folds, latching onto your swollen clit. A low groan left his lips when you reached down to tug on his dark locks, after being pent up for so long it didn't take much to drive you towards the edge. Toji kept his eyes on you as he ate you out like a starved man, his cock throbbing against the mattress.

He brought his fingers into the mix to double your pleasure. The sounds of your moans and wetness bouncing off the walls, almost a little too loud. "Shh, baby. You'll wake the brat if you keep whining like a lil slut."

He lifted his head and continued to thrust his thick fingers in and out of your squelching hole, watching you grind into his touch with a smirk on his lips. "My pretty wifey, ya gonna cum?"

"Fuck-yes Toji, I'm so close."

"Good girl, cum for me. Let me see this pretty pussy soak my hand." The sound of his words pushing you over the edge and making your thighs tremble in pleasure as you squirted all over his hand. Your chest rose and fell while you caught your breath and watched Toji lick your wetness from his hand.

"Mm, you taste so fucking good baby. So perfect." Toji crawled back up and kissed your lips with need, allowing you to taste yourself. A evident smirk on his lips when he pulled away. "I'm not done with you yet, mama. I gotta make up for all the lost time."

It was gonna be a loooonggg night.

[kuromiiyuuu]

how they treat you when you're drunk, jjk.

Geto, sukuna, satoru, and megumi. (f)

warnings, genre, tropes. none! | pure fluff | tropes. dormmate!getoxfem!reader, bf!sukunaxfem!reader, enemy!satoruxfem!reader heavy enemy to livers on satoru's part, boyfriend!megumixfem!reader |

Geto. 

"Y/n? what the fuck." he'd munble in his breath as soon as your friends dropped you off of your dorm. your dormate, suguru was luckily still awake, couldn't sleep peacefully since you were not home yet. but now you were, just a little drunk and tipsy, "you're coming home drunk now?"

"hey, stop being rude to me." you reply with a pout, you were tripping over your own words, you fell right on his arms, couldn't even balance yourself. yeah, you were just a tad bit tipsy. your weight was placed on suguru, he closes the door with his foot and carries you by his hand under your legs and the other around your waist. your arms wrapped around his neck for support, "you're handsome."

"and you're drunk." he replies with a tsk at the end of his sentence,"stop saying those things, you don't mean it."

suguru began walking towards your room, entering it and laying you down softly on your bed, "even if I'm drunk, it doesn't change the fact that i find you handsome. what's your name, handsome?"

suguru feels himself chuckling at your silly behavior, you were gonna lose your mind once he tells you the things you were saying right now. it was hilarious, but let me tell you a secret. he might find it funny but trust me, his heart was set in flames at your compliment.

"suguru, but you can call me yours."

"hello, yours!"

Sukuna.

"that's enough." sukuna mumbles, grabbing the shot glass you were about to drink and discarding the liquid on the ground as harshly. you looked at him with a frown, the obvious sign of alcohol can be seen in your appearance.

"but i want another one, kuna." you pout, your voice was trippy and just borderline drunk, your cheeks were red. your eyes were heavy, your head was spinning and you felt like you were floating, "stop being such a buzzkill."

you grabbed another glass and pouring another shot of alcohol but before you can bring the glass up to your lips, sukuna had taken a hold of it and discarded the liquid, again. behind his back, "let's go home."

your eyes suddenly shines in an instant, without him knowing you had already stretched your arms out for him, "carry me, hubby."

"hubby?" he asks, scoffing at the nickname. he was trying to act bitter towards it but to be honest, he liked it, "please refrain yourself from calling me unusual pet names, doll."

"you act so tough all the time when in reality..." your words trailed off when sukuna grabs you gently to help you get on his back. your arms wrapped around his neck. sukuna grabs your bag before hanging it around his neck. you snuggled comfortably against the scent of his soft pink hair, "continue your words, pretty." "im tired of thinking, kuna."

sukuna begins walking, the soft breeze of the night surrounded the loving couple, "you know... you can be cute sometimes."

Satoru. 

"oop. careful, sweetie." the silver haired tells you, tightening his grip on your arm more tightly but not to the extent where it started to hurt. you drank way too much alcohol than you can normally take, it was clearly your fault. and now you were facing the consequences for good, you got lost of what you were doing. now you had the man you genuinely hated take care of you after your friends were also in the world of their owns, "don't want to trip now, would you."

"get the fuck off me, satoru." you bite, despite the alcohol in your veins the hatred you had for the mand was still there which was surprising. you push him off of you, the force making you lose your balance, you instantly brig yourself to lena against the wall, your eyes barely opening, "leave me the fuck alone."

"you can barely stand." satoru laughs at your state, he loves seeing you suffer like this, "after three shots, really? what a weak shit you are."

"exfuckingcuse me?" you say, your eyes now opening but it turned to a glare instantly.

"are you passing through?"

you groaned, the pain in your head throbbed in the most fucking bitchh way and it was mixed with satoru's (ugly) face. you slide down to the floor before holding your head in pain, "seeing you makes my head hurt."

"oh don't blame me now sweetie." there was a pause after his reply. and it surprised you to say the least right when he crouched down to your level to meet with your eyes. you were still drunk, but your hatr for the man in front of you was unmatched, "want me to take care of you?"

"I'd rather eat glass."

"stop being a dramatic brat and just let me help you."

"fuck you."

"i dare you."

Megumi. 

"my head hurts, gumi. and the room... it's spinning." you complain, it was true, the fact that you felt so light headed was a vague feeling. you never were this drunk before and now that you were, let's just say megumi had a lot of things to take care of. your head rested on his shoulder with his arms wrapped around you, both of you sitting on the couch, "im not drinking ever again."

"that's normal." he replies shortly to you, his tone monotone as usual. he soothes your hair and you relaxed under his touch.

"you know." you lift your head up to look at him, the alcohol hitting in an instant. a thought suddenly pops up in your head and because of the drink that contained ethenol was in your bloodstream. your emotions were snesitive, and let me tell you, megumi was caught off guard as soon as you started crying, "are you thinking of leaving me, gumi?"

you cried even harder at the thought, by this time, megumi was unaware of what to do instead of eloping you into a tight hug. his face screamed a confused expression obviously, "i... im not. please stop crying."

"im sorry, i can't help it." and that just added fuel into the fire, you cried even harder. and you don't even know why, there was just this thing in you that you couldn't help it anymore, you were losing controls of your emotions and... it was the alcohol for sure, "im such a bad girlfriend!"

oh boy, this was going to be a ling night for the raven haired.

[m-ayo-o]

stepcest 21+ megumi (sub/needy) x afab reader - bj + fingering (anal, m. receiving) NSFW

needy step bro megumi who hates to admit how much he loves his new sister... when you're both home from university for the holidays he can't keep away from you.

he missed you so much and just needs to be as close as possible with his stepsister who he fell for as soon as he laid eyes on you. but he doesn't want to call you sister, no- he'll call you that in front of your mom and his dad but, behind closed doors, when his cock grows hard and he's stroking one out to the thought of you, your name is on his breath.

and when you're both home he follows you around helplessly like a lost puppy. he didn't get laid all term so he's feeling awfully needy and the way you look at him is starting to drive him crazy. it makes him think that you might want it too? but if your parents found out, this whole thing would be over and he could wave goodbye to his sweet sister. you're too good to lose, so he has to be careful.

so he sneaks into your room at night and crawls under the covers with you. after all the glances you've shared, the way you put your hands on him so casually, hug him, and touch his hair, he thought it would be ok.

he was right. you were surprised he didn't wait a little longer to make his move, but he must've been desperate. you pull him in and he lays his head on your chest, giving him that warm and close comfort he's been craving, and your heart rate slows right down until you feel yourself falling asleep.

but you soon awaken to the sound of the front door closing and locking.

"they're going out to that bar tonight, remember"

it's already late now he's whispering in your ear, but you know they will be gone all night.

he can hear your heart thumping in your chest right now as you realise you're finally alone together. but you don't want to rush it.

you bring a hand up to his hair, where his head remains tucked under your chin, and you run your fingers through his black stands. you feel him slowly turn his head further into you and he presses a few numbing kisses to your neck. your ears can only find the deep gushing sound of your blood pumping, your eyes lose focus on the darkness and his lips start exploring your body.

he takes it slow, undressing you with his fingers, drinking you in with widening pupils. now your eyes are adjusting you can see him trembling- with nerves or excitement, you can't tell. but he unwraps you like the most beautiful gift he's ever received and savours you, until he uncovers your soft tits and he can't go slow anymore.

"mmm- mmmh~"

his lips pop from your nipple with another sigh and you feel his hand going lower, moving your legs apart.

"m-megumi wait-"

you can already feel him pressed hard against your leg.

"i wanna... do it for you"

he gets the message when you slide your hand down his body and tug his cock through his shorts. he swears he could cum on the spot.

"ugh- shit, ok-"

he's been dreaming of you touching him like this, with one hand pressed to your shared wall, his dick in the other, while he moans your name as quiet as he can. but you can still hear him.

"s-so soft-"

he chokes out, feeling your hands for the first time.

but that's not all you want to give him tonight, as he watches you move down your bed and push the covers away. you get between his legs and push his thighs down till he feels very exposed. he's never had it like this- but if it's you, he'll take anything you give him. you get his tip in your mouth and he shivers and his fingers find your hair immediately. you're so glad your parents aren't home now as, when you get into the rhythm, he starts panting and whining... so much, that his words come out all slurred and you can barely understand him.

"sis-- mm- i've ah--ad a cr-ush on you--hhnn f- so fuh-- fucking long--"

good, you think and carry on slurping at his dick, because without that endless longing and the deep way that you have fallen for each other, there's no way he'd let you...

smear your saliva that's dripped down his balls over his ass and slowly slip a finger inside.

you feel his legs twitch but he only whines and opens them wider.

you suck his cock so messy and get your finger up to the first joint- his spine arches as he chases the feeling, trying to get you in deeper.

"slutty ass" you remark, spit dripping from your lips over his tip, and your finger sliding further back till--

"nghh-!!"

he throws his head back on the pillow and you arch your fingers deep and prod that perfect spot inside him that makes him shake. you keep pressing there, sliding in and out, sucking him until he starts whimpering incoherently again-

"c-cum -- close- fuckk, mm--ove move!"

he tries to get you off his cock but you can feel his tight ass clench up and he fills your mouth, riding out his orgasm with a few hard bucks of his hips. his warm cum trickles down your throat and you taste him for the first time.

you'll never forget how he looked at you after, like he was shocked and amazed at what you just did to him, but you know next time your parents go out he'll want his turn with you.

megumi | m.list

[volensnolenss]

Birthday boy

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: Satoru can't wait for his birthday while you and your students are secretly preparing a surprise for him;

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽: sfw! fluff

December 6th is a particularly anxious and joyful day for Satoru, because after it comes the number 7.

“Ahhh, why is it taking so long?” Gojo, sitting in his office, imagined different scenarios, how students and colleagues would congratulate him, but of course you are in the first place. He looked at his watch impatiently, disappointed every time he saw that only 1-2 minutes had passed and, unable to stand it, he went to you.

“It's better to hide these balloons here for now, but this...” you decisively guided each student, giving everyone instructions and actively participated in this grandiose event yourself.

“My lungs are already hurting inflating these balloons.” Nobara looked at them wearily, almost indignantly, “This is not the end, Kugisaki.” Itadori tried to cheer her up by tying ropes to them.

“Hey, let's switch places!”

“No!”

“Shut up, both of you.” And only Megumi, doing everything in silence, could not stand their heated fight.

A lot of questions poured into your address, from which you took a deep breath, “Okay, now we should decorate the cake with these candles- He's coming here. Hide. Quickly.”

Only you could feel his energy over long distances. It's a subtle feeling that runs through you, reminiscent of something bright and indescribable, unlike anything else.

You quickly sat down at your desk, taking out papers and pretending to fill them out; Nobara rushed into your closet, Yuji sat under your desk; Megumi, looking in all directions, stood behind the door, tightly pressed against the wall.

The door opened and Satoru came in, “Honey, what are you doing?” He was leaning against the doorjamb, looking at you and trying to find at least some clues in your facial expressions.

“I'm working.” You looked at him calmly and smiled a little.

“Where are the students?”

“They're sleeping, Satoru. I advise you to do the same.”

“And you want to leave me alone?”

He immediately wanted to approach you, making Megumi tense up, which is why he sent you rescue signals with pleading eyes, “I'll finish soon and I'll definitely come to you.” You stood up, almost hitting Itadori with your foot, and walked towards Gojo, hugging him with one arm and pushing him out of the office.

“Mmm, cool, baby, you're just the best! He spread his hands, surprised at your hardness and cunning, “I love you too!” You slammed the door and breathed a sigh of relief; you started working hard again when Satoru wandered back to his room.

He was muttering to himself out of curiosity, he wanted to know what would be on his birthday. And, entering his office, he sat down on his chair, looked at his watch and closed his eyes, giving himself up to sleep.

In a short time, you have done a lot of work, spending a lot of energy and nerves, taking into account all the preferences of Gojo: starting from the color of balloons, crackers and caps, ending with the cake.

While you were putting candles in, his students started to get interested in you and him.

“How long have you known him?” Nobara stood to your left, carefully looking at the movement of your fingers. “We studied together.” For a second, you remembered your youth; short but unfading memories appeared before your eyes, which remained with you forever.

“And what was he like in those times?” Itadori is sitting on your right,“ He hasn't changed much.”You grinned without going into details and continued to decorate it further.

“Is it true that you are a couple?”

“YUJI!” Megumi and Nobara shouted at him, but you just laughed, leaving him unanswered and signaled that there were only a few minutes left.

“Why not?!” He looked indignantly at his friends, following them and holding a firecracker tightly in his hands.

You were stealthily heading to his office, lighting up a dark corridor decorated with various trinkets, bright lights and everything to make cold December pleasant, because Gojo Satoru day is coming.

“Three, two, one!”

You went to see him, waking him up with loud congratulations and the sounds of firecrackers; from such suddenness, he did not immediately understand what was happening, but nevertheless the raised corners of his lip said otherwise.

“Happy birthday, sensei!”

Among them, he willingly tried to find you. Someone who can't be compared to any gift in this world. Among the falling confetti and sequins, several of which decorated your hairstyle, he went to meet you.

“It's your birthday. Make a wish, Satoru.”You lifted the cake, looking at his shining eyes full of delight, “I have nothing more to dream about, because I have you.”

Thinking for a split second, Gojo blew out the candles, which made everyone shout louder, congratulating him again.

“Do you want to try the cake?”

“No, that's not what I want.” And he pressed against your soft and inviting lips, leaving fervent traces of love on them.

[garoujo]

「 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 | 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 」

feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, itadori yuuji + fushiguro megumi.

warnings : f. reader, f. receiving oral, aged!up characters + jujutsu tech sorcerer geto, fingering, teasing, face sitting, one ass smack in toji’s.

note : thinking about this very much rn <3

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

— he could spend forever teasing you, seeing how pretty you look when you’re reduced to soft pants and babbles of his name, your fingers tightening in the white roots of his hair as you desperately try to rut against his tongue, chasing an orgasm just for him to pull away to smirk up at you at the last minute. but even for the strongest— he has his limits, with you. finding himself easily becoming drunk on the taste of you.

you feel your thighs tremble as gojo’s crystalline, blue eyes narrow up at you from between your legs, and his stare has you keening when you feel the pad of his thumb roll your swollen, puffy clit languidly—the bud extra sensitive after how many orgasms he’s stolen from you. “so fucking pretty—what? you need more?“ the white haired male breathes, his words sounding a little more breathless than usual as his warm breath rolls over your folds, grumbling something under his breath before his head lowers once more to curl his tongue against your clit before he drags it up. it’s embarrassing how quickly you feel your orgasm pooling in your stomach, feeling satoru slide his tongue around your lips before feverishly sucking and flicking at your clit, his needy, quiet moans against you giving away how cloudy and fucked out his own mind seems to have become. “yeah? you like that? fuck—“ satoru hisses and you writhe under him, your hands in his hair as your reduced to broken moans, grinding up against his tongue until you gasp, your orgasm washing over you while he slurps lewdly at your cream, his fingers flexing in your thighs as he finds himself breathless at your taste. “f-fuck—that’s it.”

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

— would happily suffocate between your thighs, he’s an enthusiastic eater—teasing both holes with his sinful mouth before slurping and smacking at your slick, leaving pretty marks along your thighs. loves the feeling of you dragging yourself along his tongue as you pull at his roots to force him closer, hearing deep groans fall from his swollen lips between praises as he buries himself deeper into your warm cunt.

you do your best to hold his gaze as you watch suguru’s broad back move with each shaky breath between your thighs, your back arching with each languid drag of his tongue along your folds as he lewdly slurps up your slick, his dark gaze heavy with lust as he looks up at you. your chest is heaving, your tight walls flexing around the wet muscle when he pushes it inside of you, groaning when your hands pull at the dark roots of his hair, leaving it to fall messy over his eyes. “l-look so pretty, shit—so wet.” the dark haired sorcerer breathes, dragging his tongue from the bottom of your pussy to your clit, slurping up the slick gathered there before pulling away with a loud swallow to admire the way your folds are glistening for him in a half hormone drunk haze. you’re slick and puffy, and he pushes your thighs up against your chest—leaving you spread open for him before he lowers his head, burying his face deeper into your spread folds to lap at your clit. “taste so sweet, baby—g-god, you’re so good.”” suguru groans, breathless and needy as he feels arousal pooling in his stomach when your thighs twitch, alternating between fucking you with his tongue and slurping at your slick as his huge palms rock you against his mouth. his tongue slipping out to tease your puckered hole before returning to your cunt, reducing you to pretty pants and babbles of his name. “that’s it—d-don’t hold back, fuck—let me hear more of you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO TOJI

— sometimes after a long day he wants nothing more than to eat you out for his pleasure. pulling you through multiple orgasms just so he can relax and lose himself between your thighs, telling you how good you’re doing for him as he easily ignores his leaking, heavy cock that’s twitching between his legs.

you feel like the whole room is trembling when toji’s huge hands squeeze at the flesh of your ass, dragging you along his tongue as you sit on his face—your thighs twitching either side of his cheeks. his dark, heavy eyes flicker towards you when you blink down at him, hearing him sigh, low and gravely when he pulls away from your slick cunt with a pop. “doing so fucking good for me.” toji growls and you feel your hips almost vibrate over him when he dips between your legs once more, exploring your pussy with his tongue before it’s swirling around your clit with the purpose of feeling you cream around the muscle once more. you’re squirming, thighs threatening to close around his cheeks but toji’s stronger than you, keeping you spread open lewdly for his tongue to drag and flick over your sensitive bud before he sucks it between his teeth—watching you with heavy eyes for your reaction as his cock twitches, leaking in his pants. he’s slurping and smacking at your essence, his cheeks flushed when he pushes his tongue past your folds to dip into your clenching hole and you feel his palm come down heavy against your ass when your walls flex at the impact, his palm warm against the reddening skin. “shit—good fucking girl.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

— could spend hours lost in your taste, he’s so messy when he eats you out. the lower half of his face covered in a mixture of your slick and his spit as he shakes his head between your thighs, alternating between sinking his tongue into your tight walls and lapping at your already swollen, puffy clit. feeling the vibration of his moans against your cunt everytime his hips rut against the bed.

your thighs are pinned to the bed underneath yuuji’s muscled forearms, his face shoved between your thighs as he laps messily at your clit—your back arching almost painfully as he keeps you caged beneath his huge body and you feel your hips tremble, crying out for him as his eyes close—lost in his own pleasure between your legs. he moans; ragged and hungry and the vibration rumbles through your clit, the pleasure racing through you as the arousal pools in your stomach, your eyes pricking with pleasured tears. “t-taste so good, baby.” yuuji groans, his own hips twitching against the bed instinctively when he feels your warm walls flex around his tongue, his nose knocking your clit as he smacks lewdly at the mess between your thighs, and you feel arousal pooling in your stomach watching your boyfriend hump the bed as he eats you out, panting and fucked out. you’re already sensitive from all the attention he’s given you, pretty sure the lower half of his face is soaked as you feel the arousal dampen the sheets below you, but when you feel yuuji close his lips around your clit before suckling at the sensitive bud you gasp, a needy whine of his name falling from your lips. “cum for me, baby—need more, shit, ughhh—tastes s-so good.”

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

so eager to please, but he loves how pretty you look lost in pleasure. feeling himself get lightheaded when he sinks his tongue between your folds, immediately groaning when he tastes you before finally diving in—pushing your thighs apart so he can feel every part of you, his grip tightening when they tremble in his hold, but you’re fingers in his hair and your dreamy voice only drive him to keep going.

his dark eyes cut up into you when your body twitches, his usually messy hairstyle even more mused from where your hands are tangled in his hair and his cheeks are flushed as two of his fingers sink into your warm pussy, pushing out more of your slick while megumi laps it up after, his eyes closing drowsily at the sweet taste as he buries himself between your slick folds. “fuck—“ he murmurs against you, his voice breathless and needy as his fingers keep their smooth pace, your pussy throbbing around the slender digits while his tongue continues to suck and swirl at your clit. your thighs quiver from where they lay over his shoulders when he suckles hard on the sensitive bud, the tightening of your fingers around his dark roots causing him to groan low against you once more. “you look s-so pretty, like this.” megumi gasps, letting his tongue loll out to flatten against your folds as the pads of his fingers graze the swollen spot inside of you, and you rock your hips back and forth against his mouth while panting his name—spurred on by his quiet, breathy moans until your orgasm washes over you and he’s pushing himself deeper to drink up everything you have to offer, lapping hungrily at your cream.

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[just-jordie-things]

Can you do 58 with Megumi but make it something like enemies to lovers 😊 love your writing so so much

58: Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/On The Bed

**aged up characters!!** ___

megumi didn't think he was capable of despising someone this much. you got under his skin and you knew it. you'd settle in there, nestling- twisting- clawing- seemingly making yourself at home. and it didn't matter if he ignored you or if he'd snap at you with quick, bitter insults, you were an irremovable thorn in his side.

when he first met you, megumi was indifferent. you were a decent enough sorcerer that you handled your own so he wasn't thrown into training with you like gojo had him do with yuuji, and honestly, you were closer with nobara anyways, so you spent most of your time hanigng out with her.

but god, if megumi could take back that first mission he'd been sent on with you, he would. he'd get on his knees and beg that man-child of a teacher not to send him with you.

because as it turns out, he hated being assigned on exorcisms with you. you had a powerful cursed technique and you were quite confident in using it. too confident.

you were reckless.

it seemed no matter the threat you were throwing yourself on the front line, your weapon of choice imbued with the blue energy or your cursed energy, your excitement and blood lust evident. you took almost a twisted joy in exorcizing curses. megumi thinks this is the reason you were always running into the threat of a curse head first, refusing to strategize with him, and refusing to look at the big picture.

this meant that more often than not, you found yourself in the infirmary after your assignments. you always had scrapes and bruises, occasionally broken bones or concussions, too. he couldn't believe that you were so negligent, time and time again. it was like you didn't even care about getting hurt, it was like you almost enjoyed it.

the last time megumi had been partnered up for an assignment, he'd had to carry your unconscious body to shoko himself. after brazenly climbing a rather large second-grade curse, hooking your blades into it's scaly back as if you were rock climbing, you'd exorcized it with a strong swing to it's neck, sending it's head plummeting to the ground- just a few feet in front of megumi, mind you, so he'd been covered in blood so putrid he'd almost thrown up.

in your victorious pride you'd failed to realize that decapitating the beast at your height was a foolish choice, as now you were falling to the ground with a crack! that had a chill going down megumi's spine with fright. when you didn't get up right away, he'd had the manager of this assignment on the phone before he even reached you.

it makes his blood boil just thinking about it now. you'd sprained your wrist from awkwardly trying to brace yourself too late, and you'd hit your head against the pavement, hard. when megumi had lifted you, the blood had already made your hair wet and sticky, and it pooled into his hand at a speed that megumi was sure meant death was imminent. honestly he couldn't believe you'd gotten to shoko in time.

you'd been out for six days. and when you awoke, he'd screamed your ear off about how ridiculous your actions were, how if he could help it he'd never partner with you again. you were conscious for it, still fighting off a splitting headache, but you'd heard every word and you knew he meant it. you'd barely said anything, just let him rant and pace around your cot until he got it all out of his system. however, before he left, you tiredly called him a coward before you drifted back to sleep.

despite your mutual distaste in working together, you'd only been put on a small break from being partnered up- and that was mostly due to your healing period. the last month and a half of megumi working alone, or with yuuji and nobara, was only a vacation of not working with you because gojo made sure to throw a few easier assignments your way while your arm healed and the stitches at the bottom of your skull and into the nape of your neck had begun to properly scar.

once you'd regained full mobility and strength, it was only a matter of time before you were thrown into an assignment with megumi again.

because the truth of the matter, was that you worked perfectly together.

even with you swinging your weapons with abandon, megumi seemed to be able to read your every move before you made it. he chalked that up to simply knowing how to match his partner's fighting style, but gojo always insisted the pair of you shared a synergy like no other.

megumi thinks gojo just liked throwing fancy business words around to confuse people, and maybe that worked with the others, but he always rolled his eyes at that word.

because to him anyone could have synergy if they fought alongside each other for long enough- at least this is what megumi convinced himself of.

he'd never really thought twice about how with one look, you were able to switch off fighting styles- sometimes this even meant throwing your weapons towards one another- and you would take defense while he took offense- etc. he'd never really thought about how even though it felt like he had to keep an eye on you, your exorcism-driven rage meant you were always ready for an attack, and that made you more than capable of watching his back too.

and he especially hadn't noticed how his shikigami seemed to have his same ability of predicting your next move, too.

even if he conjured nue for a surprise attack from the sky, if you happened to be in trouble, the owl-like shikigami was swooping to your aid. if your weapon was knocked out of your grasp, his divine dog was leaping in to cover you with snapping fangs. if he summoned the toads, one always seemed to flutter up to your shoulder to watch your back. and god forbid he went for rabbit escape- damn things loved to swarm you with fluff and nuzzles.

and tonight's assignment was no different. except that you've been sent overseas. and except that maybe that it's the first time he does notice his shikigami's parter

his divine dog is darting out of his sight suddenly, and megumi notices instantly this time, seeing as he'd just commanded it to go after this curse's throat, and instead it's running in your direction.

bewildered, megumi whirls around, watching as it barks and howls as it runs to you.

you, who's laying on the ground.

when did that happen? fuck! what happened? fuck! were you conscious? fuck! had you been there long? fuck!

his mind is operating at a million thoughts in a minute, before he snaps into reality and strategizes what the plan would be now that you're out of the equation and this grade one curse is still trying to tear him in half.

and while he lunges towards it with his blade aimed for the throat, he find he can't help but keep you in his peripheral vision.

his divine dog is standing over you protectively, snout nudging at your shoulder, but you don't move. your arm falls lifelessly to the ground.

as he approaches the curse he sees there already is a deep gash on it's throat, certainly an effort made by you before you'd been struck down. and despite the heavy rage and concern you'd shoved onto his shoulders as soon as he'd seen you rlimp body on the ground- again- megumi's face morphs into a twisted grin.

because you'd just made this all the easier.

it only takes on swing for him to slice through the rest of the way, his blade tearing through muscle and tissue, taking it's head clean off. a signature move of yours, that for a moment, megumi understood why you enjoyed it so much. because it felt fucking amazing.

the moment he relishes in is short lived, and once the curse is taken care of he's racing over to you and his shikigami.

there's no pool of blood this time, is the first thing he notes, which is a little bit of a relief, he supposes.

what does concern him is the fact that his shikigami is whimpering, nose pushing against the back of your head, before moving to lay by your side, laying it's head on the ground as it watches you carefully, protectively.

megumi doesn't know where this action comes from. while his shikigami did hold a certain for him, as their conjurer, but he'd never seen this.

"it's alright, don't worry," he mumbles setting his hand in the space between the dog's ears. before sending it back to it's domain.

he kneels quickly in front of you, carefully grabbing you by your shoulders to move you onto your back and check for your injuries. to his surprise, you let out a groan and are able to twist yourself just enough to flip off of you stomach.

"what happened?" megumi's quick to question you once he realizes you're at least a little conscious.

"i'm fine" you say, but your face is contorted into a wince and there's a groan erupting from your chest.

"can you even sit up?" megumi scowls at you, but you don't see. you're hissing and arching your back to keep it off the ground, and megumi realizes he's going to have to get you out of here- again.

he's not afraid to tell you the whole way back to the hotel you're staying at too. it's a bit of a hassle to half-carry you into the building without alerting staff or other patrons, but still, he's muttering reckless and idiot and stupid like a mantra.

when you get to the conjoined rooms you protest, but megumi's still muttering as he drags you into his side of the room.

"we gotta get you patched up. unless you want to bleed out in your sleep?"

"i can do it myself" you shove him off you, making him scoff as he grabs the medical kit out of his bag.

"knew i would need this," he's still muttering, pointing for you to sit on the end of the bed. "just cause of you of course"

"i told you i can do it myself" you snap back at him, and megumi's not sure why this is the last straw for him but he's tearing open a gauze patch with more furosity than he'd shown exorcizing the curse earlier.

"you clearly fucking can't!" he also doesn't mean to yell, but he get's wrapped up in his irritation and he gets carried away rather quickly. "i mean- you were barely out there for ten minutes, i look over, and you very well could have been dead!"

"you'd like that wouldn't you?" you grumble unde your breath, snatching the guaze pad out of his hand and rolling your shirt up to inspect the slash at your hip. lucky for you, it wasn't deep, but it was a long swipe of claws, so it was a nasty looking thing.

"is that what you think?" megumi snaps, and he's reaching out to get the bandage back out of your hand. "you think i want my partner dead?"

"you sure like to complain about everything i do, so, yeah, megumi, you've made it abundantly clear that you'd have a easier time if i wasn't there!"

megumi huffs at the accusation, beyond pissed with you now. were you really so dense to think such a thing?

and yet while he bandages up your would, his every touch is gentle, and he even mumbles an apology when you hiss at just the wrong amount of pressure in the wrong spot.

"you can't seriously be upset with me," he scoffs. "just cause i'm sick of this always happening"

"what are you talking about?" you furrow your brows as you push your shirt back over the bandage, your hands balling into fists as you stand from the bed.

"i'm talking about you always getting yourself hurt!"

megumi's eyes are wide and his brows are furrowed as he gives you that look. the one that tells you he thinks you're an idiot. something he's good at doing, even without words.

"i swear, i don't know why they pair me up with you. i don't know what gojo sees that i'm missing, but clearly he's as delusional as ever. you shouldn't even be on the field!"

that had your patience snapping (and your heart breaking)

"i shouldn't be on the field?" you scoff back at him, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. "do you even like protecting people?"

"what the hell does that have to do with anyting? of course i do!"

"well it's hard to tell! you're so goddamn stoic all the time, sometimes i can't tell the difference between you and- and-"

"and what?"

you bite your tongue, trying not to say something you can't take back, but megumi's glowering at you and you're so mad just looking at his stupid face that you let it out.

"and the curse" your words are low, but they're just as sharp as when you were yelling back at him.

megumi scoffs. he rolls his eyes.

you don't think he's ever taken you seriously.

"you're so ridiculous. i swear to god- i've dealt with your recklessness for the last time. i won't be pairing up with you for another assignment again. i'm done"

"oh please," you let out a bitter laugh, a snicker that hits his ears and buries deep into his skin. nestling, twisting, clawing. "as if i'd ever choose to partner with you!" you're yelling again, and it makes your head hurt, but you don't care. because he hurt you first. and you're not retreating to your own room before returning the favor. "i only agree to it because gojo knows and i know that it's worth it. even if i have to put up with all your snide comments and- and just rude behavior! you're a child, you know that?"

"i'm the child!?" he's darting in front of you now, before you have the chance to make a break for the door. you have half the mind to push him, to shove him hard and storm out of the room.

hell, if you called ijichi now, you might even have him book your the first flight back to tokyo.

but you stand in place and scowl at him, because you can't have him thinking you're running away from him.

"you run into every assignment without looking both ways!" megumi throws his arms out, and you can see his hands are shaking. "you get yourself injured, every, single, time, (y/n), and it's exhausting"

"exhausting?" you repeat with a scoff.

"yeah," megumi narrows his eyes at you. "exhausting"

"oh, i'm sorry," your lips curl into a gruesome smile, a threatening snarl, held by an irritation only he could bring out of you. "i didn't realize that my coma was so hard on you! were you tired megumi? hm? that was exhausting for you?"

he's fuming. you can see his teeth gritting together, his nostrils are flaring, and you've never seen so much emotion in his eyes- much less this much disgust. you've thoroughly pissed him off, and you know you should be giving him faux apologies and pleasantries because he's your equal, your ally, your partner, but you can't help but feel pride blossom in your chest, knowing you've bothered him this much.

"yeah, it was!" he yells back in your face. "can't you wrap your fragile mind around the idea that maybe it was hard on me to think you'd died!?"

you blink, your expression falling from it's sick pride, replaced quickly by confusion.

"when you're my partner, and i'm supposed to make sure you're alright, it's infuriating to turn around and not know if you're even fucking breathing!"

megumi's still yelling, but your ears are no longer pounding with your own rage boiling in your blood. his words echo clearly in your mind now, and you stare at him in bewilderment as he continues to rant.

"did you even ever fucking think about how that makes me feel?" he asks, but he doesn't give you the time to answer. "you were knocked out for a week, (y/n). if i hadn't gotten you back when i- if shoko hadn't gotten to the infirmary in time-"

he begins to shake his head, a humorless laugh falling from his lips as he has to look away from you. you were making him too angry. and worried. the emotions brewed inside of him and it made him sick to his stomach. you made him sick to his stomach.

no, you made him worry sick over you.

and you could see that now. watching him unravel in front of you, it was like the final piece of the why is megumi upset with me all the time puzzle. he cared about you. in his own way, and he had a weird way of showing it, but he cared about you.

and you were a reckless, proud piece of shit that didn't even care about yourself.

"i-" you start, but you're still not given a chance to speak.

"i don't even want to hear whatever stupid excuse you have for acting like that," he turns back to you before you even get a full syllable out. "i mean it, (y/n), i'm done. i can't take it anymore. i- i really thought i let it happen again, you know that?"

you blink at him, your eyes round and focused as you watch his look of anger fall to something else, something sadder. is this what his concern really looked like?

this is why you had been woken up by his divine dog pawing at your arm. it wasn't the shikigami breaking megumi's orders, it was worried about you, because megumi was worried about you.

your heart stutters in your chest at the sudden realization. it's all fitting together in your mind and you find that it makes you feel...

like an idiot.

"if you- if you'd actually died..." megumi trails off, hanging his head back to stare at the ceiling bitterly, as if the old worn paint would give him the strength to walk away from you.

you seize his moment of silence, and you move quickly.

you're darting towards him, your hands grabbing his collar, drawing his attention back to you in a quick, almost horrified manner. his eyes are wide and his brows almost rise into his hairline.

you hesitate, as does he, your eyes moving quickly between one another's, each trying to read the other person's silent reaction, both too afraid to actually say something in that brief moment where you're standing so close he can see the slight scar poking around the curve of your neck. megumi's eyes stay on that spot for a long moment, before he's looking back at you.

and then you're pressing closer, leaning onto the tips of your toes and holding onto his collar so tight it actually yanks him down towards you. he doesn't find his breath to protest before you're kissing him.

he blinks, his eyes wide and still staring at you, and you're kissing him.

a few seconds delayed, his hands fly to grab you by the jaw. but he doesn't pry you off of him. his eyes fall shut and he's holding your face firmly in place so that he can properly slant his lips over yours.

you try to take a breath in between kisses but he gives you no time to do so, making a whimper suffocate and be swallowed down your throat. you inhale sharply through your nose instead.

your hands release the collar of his uniform only for you to throw your arms around his neck, latching on snugly, and pulling him down, down, down, until you're standing flat on your feet and he's towering over you in an attempt to keep your mouths sealed.

you have to admit, you didn't expect so much eagerness, but you can't complain as his lips dominate over yours, melting you down to putty in his hands.

"i'm sorry," you mumble into his mouth, not bothering to break away, knowing he won't let you. "i'll be more careful next time"

you're huffing for air, and megumi does you the favor of pulling away, just a little bit, just enough that you can catch your breath, and he can look at you.

he wasn't expecting you to kiss him, but he certainly wasn't expecting you to apologize to him.

your eyes meet his, full of an emotion he's never seen before. concern? is this what your concern looked like?

"it's alright," he finds himself forgiving you instantly, calloused thumb tracing along the edge of your jaw, while he looks at you like you're something new he'd just discovered.

and maybe to a certain degree, you are, because he's never seen this side of you before. the self awareness you showed now struck deep, and he believed you when you spoke.

"i'm sorry too" he mumbles, brows furrowing as the cruel words he'd said to you replay in his head now, leaving a sour taste in his mouth.

you don't say anything, you just reach up on your toes again so that you can keep kissing him, and he seems to understand that you forgive him, too.

and you pull him then, much like you'd wanted to earlier but now you have a new fervor of intention as your feet move backwards and you're tugging him along to blindly follow. neither of you deem it necessary to break apart as he gets the idea and tries to guide you in the right direction.

the back of your heel hits the dresser and you groan in dull pain and surprise, and still, you don't bother to part your lips from megumi's for even a second. in fact, you card your hands through his hair and move even faster.

you're kicking off your shoes in the process, and megumi trips over them as he tries to take his off in the same fashion, although it's difficult without his hands and without looking, he puts up with the task anyways, his mouth straying from yours as his hand pushes your chin up so he could trail kisses down your jaw and then down your neck.

you hum, your hands fumbling as they try to hastily unbutton his jacket. you're still trying to make your way further into the room but you don't exactly have your bearings, but just as you have his jacket open your legs are hitting the back of the mattress.

megumi practically drops you onto it before shoving the material off his arms and following you quickly. his arms brace himself at either side of your head, as he doesn't want to put an ounce of his bodyweight on you, seeing as you were injured after all.

"you'll still be my partner?" you mumble before he can kiss you again.

"we'll talk about it in the morning" he speaks through a heavy breath, about to lean in to capture your lips again, but you put a hand to his chest.

"you know," you raise an eyebrow at him as he looks confused as to why you stopped him. "if you're still my partner, there will be many more hotel rooms in the future"

he blinks, your words processing slowly, and then he's smiling, and letting out a small chuckle.

"you drive a hard bargain, (y/l/n)"

you grin, finally pulling him down towards you.

"i know what i want, fushiguro" ___

a/n: got carried away again no one's surprised ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

xoxo ~ jordie

[mikobeautifulheart]

How JJK Men react when the train gets full.

INCLUDING: Yuji, Yuta and Megumi

Tw: Maybe claustrophobia? Being squished, Megumis' one dose involve a creep that dose touch you once.

NOT EDITED AT ALLLLLL

♧Yuji♧

You and Yuji were going on your first date when you both got on the train ans realised all the seats were taken. It was no big deal you both could stand until your destination, it was only a few stations away. But the timing couldnt have been worse, everyone was going home from work and school. Quickly after 3 stops the train began to fill ALOT and eventually it got hard to move. Everytime more people got on you would lean closer into Yuji, until your head was practically in his chest. You could hear his heart beat quicken when there seemed to be a stop where everyone got off. You pulled away from Yuji only to look up at him and see his face beat red.

"Are you okay Yuji?" You asked thinking about how cute he was.

"yEah" He squakced before clearing his throat and giving a clearer

"Yeah I'm okay"

The train suddenly bumped as it moved again and you fell forward, right back into Yuji. His arms flew up in reflex grabbing the handle above and wrapping his arm around you stopping you guys from falling to the floor.

"A...ARE YOU ALRIGHT??" Yuji said panicked that you might be hurt.

This time it was you squeaking

"Yeah...I'm okay"

♡Yuta♡

You guys were coming back from your first mission together since Yuta came back from Africa, you were toerd but not as tierd as you would have been without him. Yuat got incredibly strong, you could tell he trains really hard while h was gone. Nothing could break him. You though.

He looks down at you and quickly turns his head away when he sees you looking up at him softly. He changed not only in power but it looks to, he was taller now, towering over you, and his hair didn't stick up anymore. Itlpoked loke he because the person that he wanted to be, the person you wanted.

The train came to a stop and people got off. You two got on the train but were slowly being pushed back further as more people slowly got on behind you guys.

Yuta acted quick putting you infront of him and guiding you into a conversation near the door where he put his arms out in instinct to not accidently squish you.

"Sorry" he mumbled looking down at his feet.

"Thanks" you say giving him a reassuring smile. He had a protective nature and it always made you feel so love and cared for, he didn't have to help you to a wall or hide you infront of his tall frame, but he did.

The train starts and everybody moves from the sudden start. Some bump against yuta almost pushing him closer you you in which he would carefully and gently push back, making sure he didn't crush you.

Despite his best efforts by the time the next stop came, not many people got of, but a whole lot got on, moving closer onto you was impossible at this rate. He shuffled closer to you uncomfortabley trying to not make things akward.

A sudden push from behind me him lose his balance, he pushed you back but before you hit the wall he wrapped his arms around your back and covered the back of your head with his hand, making sure he would take the impact of the push.

He blushed as he awkwardly tried to move his hands away panicking that he made you uncomfortable.

Your face was so flushed from his actions that you swore your heart was going to explode. His head hung low, almost into your shoulder, you saw the eyeballs under his eyes had become lesser but they were still evident. You reached up your hand and gently pulled his head into your shoulder and whispered to him right in his ear

"Yuta. I really like you and I missed you. "

His face got hotter and you could hear his breath hitched when he turned his head slightly seeing the side of your face. Without thinking twice he whispered back

"Let's go back to my dorm when we get back"

You gladly complied.

☆Megumi☆

You guys were coming back from another one of Noboras shopping sprees when you and megumi decided to go back to Jujutsu High. Nobora and Yuji warned you about the 'rush hour' but you brushed it off thinking that it couldn't be that crowded. It's obvious that you were wrong. You and Megumi were squished in a totally packed train. Megumi asked if you wanted to get off at the next stop and hang out there until the rush hour was over. But you felt like you could hold out for the next few stations. Again, you were wrong. More people packed on pushing everybody closer together. Your arm got tiered holding the handle so you grabbed onto Megumis arm instead making his look to his side, right at you, just to see you looking forward casually. It made butterflies swarm in his stomach and lungs.

There were only 5 more stops to go, giving you motivation but at the 4th stop a person was pushed closer into you back. It was really crowed so you understood that these were the circumstances everyone was facing, the person pressed against your back probably felt uncomfortable to. But for the third time that day, you were wrong before you even got to the third stop you felt a hand hold the side of your thigh. Akward maybe someones trying to get something or move making you feel less uncomfortable. But the hand got closer up. No one could see because of how crowed it was but you grabbed onto Megumis arm tighter making him look down to see a hand on your thigh and your face that looked like it was near tears. You felt like you couldn't escape until

"Stop touching her" Megumi said to the creep bluntly staring him down with a deathly glare.

The creep was shocked at Megumis sudden statement and how he wasn't trying to hide it at all.

Megumi shuffled you to his side as he moved behind you now directly looking arms the creep.

"No I was just looking for my umbrella-"

" You were looking for your umbrella up her skirt? Don't even try defend yourself, just apologise and don't touch anyone on a train like that again." His voice cold as ice.

"Let's just get off Megumi" You said face red

"No" He said

The train stioed at the third stop and two people got out of their seats and Megumi helped you sit down first, when the creep tried to sit in the seat next to you before he was quickly stopped by the hard grip on his shoulder from Megumi.

If looks could kill the creep would be mutilated but Megumi keeping his composure was also really chilling.

On the second last stop almost everyone got off but you two.

"Are you okay" je said looking at you.

" Yeah, thank you Megumi." You said looking down at the floor still red faced.

"Look don't worry I'll look out for you more often, if there something bothering you, please, tell me. I can't help if you dont tell me." He sighed intertwining your fingers with his.

He leaned forward looking at you. You looked back.

"Okay" you gave him a small smile as he kissed your knuckles.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHORS NOTE: I'm sorry the yuji one is so short but I don't think I could add any more :( kept it short and sweet instead of unnecessarily dragging it out) ALSO REBLOGS ARE WELCOMED. Like all my other posts. Thanks for reading.

[jiminjamms]

sex therapy :: 21. daddy toji

chapter tags/warnings: **can be read as a stand-alone!** daddy toji, in every sense of the word. toji also calls himself daddy. unprotected sex. creampies. megumi is down the hall! masturbation. exhibitionism. toji likes that it’s his cousin’s wife that he’s fucking. infidelity/adultery. possessiveness. sexual frustration. degradation. praising. pet names (‘princess’ and ‘sweetheart’). manipulative undertones. family drama. strong language.

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notes: tattooed dr. fushiguro can only be a gentleman for so long when it's his little cousin's wifey around. likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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“Why don’t you give daddy a show?”

Nothing could make you feel more exposed than this very moment on Toji Fushiguro’s bathroom counter—your bosom heaving from irregular breaths, your arms holding up your body, and your legs spreading across the granite surface so that you could offer up a good view. So that you could put your naked self on display. 

Just for him. Just for your sex therapist.

Just for Dr. Fushiguro.

You gulped while pressing your back against the cold ceramic walls, hoping for some relief from your impending humiliation. “E-Excuse me?” 

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Toji crooned, and the pet name had your heart skipping a beat. Lazily, he dragged a lone finger from your stomach to your center, prodding right at your soaking entrance despite your efforts to shrink away. “Don’t be shy. I’m just your therapist. Let me see what you’ve learned.” 

With much endearment, he watched you writhe. Being in the spotlight scared you, but he knew you would hate to disappoint. 

At the very least, you should demonstrate some appreciation. 

“Like what?” you asked, voice barely above a squeak.

“Well,” and amusement riddled his grin, “show daddy what he had taught you, baby.”

And goodness did all this daddy talk really turn you on. Toji could see how your figure tensed at the words, how you clenched around nothing from sheer need. (Did you think he would not notice?)

“Please,” you sighed, poorly hiding how your breath hitched. “Please don’t call yourself that.”

“Call myself what?”

Obviously a rhetorical question, yet Toji loved the bafflement on your ditzy face nevertheless.

“You know…‘daddy,’” you murmured, uncomfortable to the point you were staring at the floor as you spoke. “Because as someone who loves my dad, and hearing this from someone who actually is a dad, I find the name…disturbing.”

Disturbing but also hot, and Toji could tell. 

“Don’t lie, princess. You like when I call myself that,” he chuckled. Pinching at your waist, he chortled in that same giddy manner whenever he felt particularly amused. “So, who’s going to be daddy’s obedient little girl?”

He noticed that you were doing that thing again whenever you were a little nervous: pursing your lips into a quivering pout and twisting at the meaningless rings on your fourth digit. Too loyal for your own good. Maybe that was what Naoya really loved about you, enough to keep you as his cute little trophy wife. 

Swallowing loudly, in the end, you responded, “Me.”

Using one uneven breath to center yourself, your hands steadily grazed over your hips and your thighs before your dear fingers rested above your clit. Nothing could beat the embarrassment from how you flinched at your own contact. 

Here went nothing. 

Timidly, you drew your middlemost fingers through your folds and circled the digits around your entrance. The opening was warm, sensitive, and utterly soaked. The slick that had slipped past those puffy lips allowed you to push one, and then two fingers inside as your back arched gently at the stimulation. 

A dull pleasure started to thrum in your body especially as you brought your ample juices back in using slow, deliberate motions.

To much frustration, your dainty digits couldn’t quite stroke that special spot within you with much expertise. Why wasn’t Toji helping? You wanted him to help. But, if you didn’t think too hard, you could lose yourself in the sensuality of your ministrations and imagine Toji’s fingers curling inside you instead. His fingers were larger and thicker and longer, after all. 

While Toji’s true emotions had always been as mystifying as the man himself, never had that troubled you more than now. Those steely green eyes had been staring at you for what felt like hours now. 

Did he like what he saw? Did he want more?

The people pleaser within you was just looking for a reaction—any reaction—to validate the hard and honest work you were putting in. 

“Good kitty,” he complimented suddenly, as though he had been reading you like an open book all along. He did not realize since when, but he had begun stroking his cock through his pants. 

How could he not? You had been listening so well, and his free hand reached down to rub tight circles at your puffy clit. 

“Toji!” you shrieked immediately, body caving in. 

“Keep going, sweetheart,” he commanded, dipping his index and middle fingers in as well, his thumb still drawing tight movements at your precious button.

His fingers slid against yours, aided by the thick coat of arousal that lubricated the movements, and his dick twitched from excitement, a situation exacerbated when he relished in the way you angled your hips to accommodate all four fingers plunging into your sopping cunt.

“Don’t stop working on yourself.” 

“I won’t,” you struggled to whimper. 

“This is nice, isn’t it? When someone else is touching you, too.” His statement was softened by the same tone he liked to use when playing that ‘friendly neighborhood sex therapist’ role. “Your fingers are delicate, but they can’t reach all the places mine can, can they?” 

“No, they can’t,” you breathed out in helpless agreement, shaking pathetically at the combined ministrations. “Everything feels better when you are the one finger fucking me.”

Toji hummed deeply in satisfaction. “I know, princess.” 

He lowered his head to press his lips into your jaw, but the subtle softness in his searing kisses convinced you to tilt your head gently and bring your unoccupied hand up to run up his hard triceps and dig into the jet-black ink peeking from his sleeves. 

In response, Toji sank his teeth into your skin every so often, eliciting your squeals. 

Painful. Yes, this was painful.

But more than painful, the gush that flooded your veins was fucking phenomenal.

“What’s wrong?” Toji asked innocently, biting harder as your nails pressed visible crescent marks into his tattoos. “I only want to taste you,” and he soothed the sore spots by licking the assaulted areas, just to repeat the process on another target.

Pussy feeling empty but needy, you shifted on the countertop in order to grind desperately against your therapist’s clothed crotch.

“Please,” you mewled, now begging for Toji’s attention rather than cowering away. “Please fuck me.”

Funny.

Just an hour ago, you were bawling about your loser husband. Naoya Zenin this. Naoya Zenin that. Well, duh. Of course, his baby cousin was an asshole partner. 

Now, here you were, pleading for Toji Fushiguro’s cock?

Toji rewarded your change of heart with a deep kiss pressed on your lips, a gesture that you passionately reciprocated. Even as he devoured your mouth like a starved man, your tongue fought like a maniac into his mouth, satisfied sighs slipping from your lips to his. 

Only when there was an unexpected slam coming from Megumi’s door did you two pull away, faces only centimeters apart and connected by an almost translucent string of saliva. 

Toji panted, watching your chest rise and fall from similarly irregular breathing. 

If nothing else stopped him, he would be falling onto his knees right now from how dazed you appeared: face flushed, lips parted, and lids heavy. 

But both he and you had one concern in mind right now. 

Megumi. 

Given the sound earlier, Toji awaited footsteps from the younger Fushiguro. 

Was he grabbing a midnight snack from the kitchen downstairs? Was he planning to pace the halls to alleviate stress?

Or worse yet, was he heading to the bathroom?

If his son really did walk into this scene, discovering what his father was doing to his sweet and pretty guest several doors away, Toji would be speechless because the idea was purely mortifying. 

Also a little sexy.

But anyway.

“I’m sure he just closed and locked his door for the evening,” Toji deduced when the boy’s footsteps never came. 

Immediately, your shoulders slumped with ensuing relief.  

“Thank goodness,” you sighed, still tense and high-strung. “We don’t want Megumi to hear us,” you pointed out, completely oblivious to how loud you had been when merely kissing. “Let’s wait for him to sleep first. I don’t want us to get caught.” 

The way you cared this much was adorable. 

“Why would we have to wait, though?” Toji pointed out, and his tongue swiped over his scar. “I can be quiet. But the real question is: can you be quiet?” 

At first, you were stunned and silent.

But after a long while, you gulped and your neck bobbed noticeably. "Yeah. I…can be quiet, too.” 

“Good girl," and at that, Toji flashed a quick and lascivious grin. “Then, why don’t we test that out?”

Not waiting for your reply, he grabbed the collar of his white shirt and dragged the top off his shoulders.

His movements were slow, just so he could catch your marveling reaction as he revealed his bare torso, but the fabric had been too fitting and tight for his body anyway. 

As soon as he pulled his shirt over his head and off his body, your eyes locked on his body to admire his brawny and toned physique. But more stunningly was how Toji Fushiguro was a mural of tattoos, intricate artworks that had been carefully selected and embedded into his torso—stylized letters, entwined violets, and hyper-realistic scenery. What demanded the most attention, though, was a prominent phoenix that covered his right chest, emerging victorious from a plume of smoke and ashes, its feathers spanning into his shoulder and back. 

Easily, you were enchanted. You didn't have a chance to view his tattoos before. But Toji himself had always been enchanting.

“Come closer,” the man commanded, tone low and gravelly. He dragged his waistband down until his hardened dick sprang free with great force. His cock was swollen and red and violently angry, precum beading at the tip after he had long neglected himself from his release. "I’ve missed you."

You shifted forward on the countertop.

“Then do anything to me.”

Just to test you, he experimented a little, pinching your nipples with the knuckles of his fingers and smiling like a mad dog when you squeaked. "Anything?" 

"Yes," you breathed out, nodding and back arching into his touch. 

Obviously, you were too lost in arousal to comprehend the power placed into your tattooed therapist's hands, and Toji silently wished that Naoya Zenin could hear his wife begging for someone else like this. 

He patted your cheek and cooed. 

So silly, so cock drunk, so desperate.

That was what you were, and he wasn’t even inside you yet. 

You reached between your legs to grab at his dick, lining the tip up to your entrance as Toji groaned from the contact.

"How are you so wet for me?” he hissed, gritting his teeth hard. 

“Please, please, come on—” After a long bout of negligence, you had become incredibly whiny and desperate, seeking attention and affection like never before. “I’m too turned on. Just…please ruin me.”

Toji had been close to bursting already, but an intense flash stifled him when your words registered as music to his ears, his large hands helping you swipe his dick between your folds slowly. Teasing them both.

He had been well lubricated from the precum that slipped from the head, his massive cock so hard from the anticipation that awaited such that he could feel electricity buzzing at his fingertips. All because he couldn't handle himself when you begged for him like this. Yet, Toji resolved to fuck you with everything he had—for as long as he could, anyway—and slipped himself gradually into your warm and moist heat. 

Shudders.

All that filled the room were shudders.

Toji’s eyes darkened as he pressed through the tight resistance, your muscles squeezing around his length. He had to will every fiber within him to not lose himself. He was this close to falling apart, unraveling. Because holy shit, were you fucking tight. 

Beneath him, you suppressed a whimper. 

“Damn,” you sputtered, abandoning any remaining hesitation and clenching around him. Compared to his pathetic cousin, your therapist was not small by any means. "You feel so good inside of me, Toji."

Ah, hell.

He needed to get you to relax. He could barely move and, if your walls squeezed him any harder, he might just be hurled over the edge and cum all over your thighs, staining your freshly showered body. 

“Oh,” he managed to hum in contentment, closing his eyes momentarily so that he could shut down all other senses except for one. His arms wobbled a little, his hands digging hard into your sides as his hips moved slowly—very, very slowly—out before going back in again. 

At the languid thrusts, your head fell back and your hips lifted upon instinct, one hand pressed against the counter for stability as the other skimmed over his tattoos. He's so hot. You're so hot. He makes you feel so hot.

Toji growled again when your fingers brushed against the inked phoenix's wings, gliding over his pectoral muscle. He loved being touched like this and only wanted you to examine him more, rewarding you with movements wholly deep and stimulating.

As moans flowed freely from your mouth, Toji would tell you to shut up. After all, Megumi dwelled only a few doors away and must not be forgotten. But how could Toji bring himself to hush the sweet sounds that you sang?

“Yes, just like that,” you whined at some point, fingers clawing into his chest. “Fuck. Fuck, Toji.”

He raised a disapproving brow. “Just Toji?”

“Fuck, daddy.”

And Toji lost his fucking mind.

Since when did you talk like this? Pretty princess with a potty mouth. Who would’ve thought? It was sexy. So goddamn sexy. 

"You’re incredible,” he found himself saying. 

Toji had never been harder than he was at this moment, his cock like a fucking titanium rod as his listless movements degraded into an onslaught, throbbing and twitching as he replayed your dirty words in his head. 

He felt extraordinarily horny, aroused, and invigorated. 

Meanwhile, you looked like a fucking fairy—his fucking fairy, to be clear: features glowing golden under the ambient lights, pupils dilated and blown out wide, skin glistening from both water and sweat. 

Long ago, Toji figured that you had given up in your attempts to get away from him, the sole struggle from your body being how your walls involuntarily twitched and tensed amidst the storm of pleasure and pain he had brewing within your core. 

If only Toji had more hands. That way, he could simultaneously pull at your hair, wrap his fingers around your neck, and swat at your bouncing tits.

In a moment like this, he hated having to choose and grabbed your legs in the end, moving them from the counter to his shoulders. Toji could now go even deeper, and boy, did this new angle  have you seeing stars. 

“Oh, goodness,” you blubbered, coughing and drooling and panting. “Oh, that feels so good.”

“I know,” Toji said arrogantly.

Lucky for you, he was a mature man who could hold his load. Other boys didn’t know shit. If they were in his current position, they would have busted their nuts long ago, too impulsive and easily excited to exert much self-control. 

Toji, on the other hand, knew how to dig his fat cock into your cervix over and over, brushing that one special spot within you along the way. To make you scream. To keep you addicted. To take his cousin’s wife at his mercy.

The room filled with sounds that resulted from skin contacting skin—squelches and wet smacks—and you were left loud and messy, feeling so good that you could not think straight. 

“Shit, you’re so good to me. Can’t get enough of this pussy,” he grunted, hand pulling back before connecting with the meat of your ass with one loud  slap. 

You cried out, fighting back tears that welled from the pain. “That… hurts!”

“But my kitten loves being roughened up, no?” he taunted, licking at his scar again as he observed you: love bites littered over your neck, nipples perked into pebbles, skin marked and slightly bruised.

“I,” several huffs in between, “I can’t take this for much longer. I’m so close. I think I’m going to—”

“Only if you tell me who owns you.”

His words made you whine, and the therapist took great pleasure in the way you contorted. The demand had taken you by surprise because Toji had never denied you the right to your pleasure before. In fact, he had always been the type to coax you to cum, telling you to cream all over him instead.

Tonight, however, he wanted to set things straight. For a while, he had been thinking that he ought to buy you a collar just so you would remember who you actually belonged to—who really taught you what sex feels like—and heat tore through his skin again from the fantasy. 

Admittedly, Toji was a tad bit possessive. 

But he needed to drill into your head that you were not Sukuna’s or Choso’s or Geto’s. 

And most certainly, not  Naoya Zenin’s. 

“Well?” He was fully aware of what was happening and taking true delight in your futile struggle, knowing exactly what you needed but wanting you to obey him first. Snaking an arm around your body, he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear and purred, “Who knows how to fuck you right?”

“Toji Fushiguro does,” you chanted, lacing your fingers with his, your body in sheer pain from need. “Guys my age could never.”

Which was exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Then cum for me, baby.”

So, you did.

His permission sent you vaulting over the edge, your whole body spasming as your orgasm ripped through.

Your lips parted. Your cheeks hollowed. Your arms wavered.

Despite everything, you continued begging for his cock harder, faster, just like that. At some point, the hand once tangled with your therapist’s now slotted into your mouth to muffle any exclamations of pleasure as the waves continued to ripple fiercely through your body. Throwing your head back against the wall, you could dully feel your teeth puncture the skin between your thumb and pointer finger. Yet, that didn’t bother you, didn’t even hurt, and only served to add to your masochistic satisfaction as your cunt fluttered and clenched around him. 

“What a good girl.”

Toji was remorseless as he continued his abuse, the tendons of his hands and arms flexing from the effort needed to keep your lower body still, the tattoos on his wrists appearing pitch black under the glimmer of your juices. The wetness that spilled from you was so abundant, dripping down onto the floor. With any luck, once this was all over, you would have left a mess such that Toji would be forced to assign Megumi to bathroom cleaning duty in the morning.

"I'm gonna cum inside you, baby," was what he managed to say just as his gut suddenly tensed. He couldn't even control it. Without further warning, thick ropes of semen shot from him and into your womb. He grunted loudly, lurid fantasies dissipating as his mind went blank from his climax, his own groan hardly recognizable from how guttural his voice had become.

“Give me all your cum, daddy,” you wailed as you came again, pussy tightening impossibly on his cock and practically massaging every single drop out of him.

Toji was not done, he didn’t want to be done. 

Despite his blurred vision and terse jaw, Toji wanted to give you every ounce that he was worth. He gritted his teeth as he fucked up into you, pace irregular and sloppy. He made sure to push every possible milliliter of his seed deep into your stomach, the rest of his load spilling against his balls. 

His cock was far too sensitive and overstimulated, but he felt  so goddamn good that he wanted to keep going and going until he was completely spent with nothing more to give.

“Fuck,” he choked, on the brink of tears. 

Toji had to take a moment to recover fully, keeping his eyes closed while his chest heaved from the sheer exertion of his orgasm. His breathing was deep, wet, and haggard, and he was blistering hot even without clothes on. His slicked-back hair was soaked with sweat and hung limply in front of his flushed face. As he slumped over, he sensed a new pain in his shoulder, and he guessed that he must have strained something without noticing. Cum inevitably dribbled from your hole as he pulled out, splattering on the floor and mixing with your juices earlier.

He strode toward the bathroom closet, grabbing additional towels.

After wrapping them around you and himself, Toji brought you close to his frame and directed you into his bedroom diagonally across the hall. The rest of the night was quiet, especially since you both were consumed by exhaustion and post-coital haze. You rolled onto his canopied bed without sound, Toji lying next to you and pulling you snugly against his chest. After ensuring that you were okay, he kissed the sweet temple by your forehead and the bruises on your collar, smiling softly when you hummed in response. 

He could hardly recall the last time he had felt so warm and so content, wanting nothing more than to cling onto this moment for as long as he could. In the back of his head, his conscience scolded him harshly. He still owed you plenty of explanations. For how he had been hiding his family, his relationships, and his original motive in using you to help him get back at his enemies. 

Yet, as he pushed aside these intrusive thoughts and murmured to you ‘Goodnight,’ one thing became clear:

Toji Fushiguro was far too selfish to let you go.

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end notes: This is my first time writing smut that comprehensively includes Toji’s POV. While we have always gotten Y/N's POV in sex, I wanted to include Toji's perspective so that we could get into his psyche a little since he's battling his own demons as well.

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[joi-me-hoi-me-noi]

Featuring Sukuna and Itadori as brothers teehee

A/n: I got this wonderful idea from nessieart's artwork of sukuna and megumi... I love nessieart but I'm not tryna bother them by @ing them like a mad woman...anywho enjoy

MODERN-DAY SUKUNA CRUSHING ON READER

You were looking for Yuuji around the building, he told you he wanted to talk to you.

You round a corner and there's 2 of them

Itadori just laughs and introduces his older brother to you

"Uh..nice to meet you. I'm L/n Y/n."

You hold out your hand for him to shake when he walks over to you. He just stares at you, no emotion on his face. Did he not like you or something? All of a sudden, his hand shoots out of his pocket and plops down on your shoulder.

He keeps eye contact with you and then smirks.

"Hey."

You looked in shock and Yuuji couldn't even look at the scene in front of him.

"Bro, you're cringing up the place."

Sukuna had to skedaddle even if he didn't want to but being pushed by Yuuji just reluctantly helped him to leave.

You wanted an explanation after that whole cringe fest.

"Yuuji, I need an explanation. I never knew you had a brother." You place your hands on your hips, staring daggers into your friend.

"Okay Y/n, imma explain now."

He explains that his brother wasn't here, he was in Kyoto for some studies and came back just now. He pulls a picture out of his wallet of them smiling with the words 'happy graduation' above them.

You take the picture from his fingers and look closely at it.

"H-He went to school?"

Yuuji nods, smiling wide.

"He graduated?"

Yuuji nods but looks to the side like 'of course'.

"Impossible."

"What do you mean impossible?"

The way you look at him tells him everything he needs to know.

"Nevermind but you should hang out with us while you can. He might leave again and he can probably answer your questions better than I can."

So with that, you began hanging out with both Yuuji and Sukuna

They had the cutest relationship to you, even though Ryomen would call his brother a brat sometimes which would cause a small quarrel.

During this time, you had a sleepover at their house.

When you awake in the morning, you overhear a conversation between the two siblings...

You press yourself against the wall near the kitchen and listen in on their conversation.

"Aniki [older brother], have you seen my-" Yuuji pauses and then makes a noise. "What are you doing?"

"Making lunch."

You peek around the corner, making sure you aren't seen by Yuuji or Ryo.

Yuuji quickly pads over to his brother's side and peeks over his shoulder.

"Careful. You almost burned down the kitchen last time you cooked."

He looks closely at the counter. "Why are there 3 boxes?"

You hear a small thump against the floor, signaling that Ryo pushed Yuuji back.

"I watched tutorials this time...one's for L/n."

Yuuji opens the bento boxes and lets out a snicker with his hand covering his mouth. The bentos are decorated so it looks like different animals.

"This is so corny but cute as hell. What are you, 5?"

"What's that supposed to be?" He points at one of the bentos.

"It's a F/a!" He slaps Yuuji's hand away from the bento.

Yuuji lets out another laugh and then a long 'aw' while approaching his brother.

"Who would've thought that my big scary brother has a crush~?"

"Fuck off brat!"

Ryomen has a big blush on his face, focusing on finishing up the bento boxes. You blush at the fact that he might have a crush on you. You decided that it's time to stop eavesdropping on their conversation.

You stand and make yourself let out a loud yawn to announce yourself to the both of them.

"I smelt food."

Yuuji is about to say something but Ryo elbows him to quiet him.

"This bento is for you L/n."

You take it from his hands with a smile.

"Thank you Ryo but remember, you don't have to call me L/n. Y/n is fine."

You open the bento box and smile at the animal he created for you.

"Is this a F/a?!" You smile while eating the food on the top of the bento.

He smiled and nods proudly...you sadly, really couldn't tell what it was, thank God for him telling Yuuji.

You and Yuuji were originally supposed to train with Gojo-sensei but now Ryomen is babysitting the both of y'all

Gojo is such a child...

"All you have to do is just help them train, physically."

"So, pretty much beat them up?"

He looks back at Yuuji with the most fiery expression, showing off his cursed technique.

"Yeah pretty much. Sorry kids, I got a date with destiny!" He kisses the side of his phone and leaves the field as quick as possible.

You and Yuuji's mouths become agape then you both turn toward Ryo. He laughs and removes his top layer to reveal...a tank top. You were really hoping he would be shirtless but whatever, it still works.

Yuuji takes his top layer off as well, revealing his red hoodie. You removed yours as well since everyone else was doing it.

"Well losers, let's fight."

And fight y'all did. FIGHT FOR Y'ALL LIVES THAT IS!! BRO IS GOING CRAZY!!! HE'S GONNA KILL Y'ALL IF HE AIN'T CAREFUL.

You both end the training session breathing heavily on the floor, fistbumping Yuuji. Ryo pulls you both up onto your feet. He pushes Yuuji's jacket into his hands while he gently hands you yours.

"Come on brats, I'm hungry and y'all need to change quickly. We're done for the day."

You tag Yuuji and run back inside of the school before he can catch you. You two change quickly and walk back outside to his brother.

"Let's go, I'm paying for the ramen."

You guys walk through the streets, just conversating with each other. Then Itadori spoke up.

"If Aniki and I were drowning, who would you save?"

You don't think long about your answer, you smile and blurt it out.

"Well because of my cursed technique, I could save you both."

[lingeriae]

SORRY

synopsis - Being the wife of Toji Fushiguru was never easy. At first it was love, until there was arguements. Arguements that led to tears and Toji syorming out of the house, he would appologize, until he just stopped. You tried everything to fix the relationship for the sake of love, and little megumi, but everyone has their breaking point.

warnings - normal au, cursing, smutttt (minors pls dni!) oral f.recieving], degradation [m,recieving], manipulation, implied age gap, angst, tears, cheating, toxic!toji, mention of alcohol,baby megumi! toxic relationships

you can blame beyonce for this yall

The front door opens at exactly three fourty five in the morning, the floor boards creak as Toji moves throughtout your house with his audacity, stench of cheap perfume and alcohol. You continue staring out of space, a half empty wine bottle sits at your foot and black streaks of mascra are on your face from the crying you had been doing before. All that sadness turned into anger and regret, but you were mindful of Megumi sleeping in the next room turning up the tv and weeping into the chair arm, it had been a few hours after that. As you sit you think about the four years you wasted with him, how it only took two years for everything to go downhill.

Dragging the tips of your finger on the rim of you the glass you listen to how Toji's drag his foor as he walks throughtout the house, hissing as his foot bumps into the wall. He finally comes into the living room and it takes him a while to see you, when he does he lets out a groan rubbing at his temples as he knew an arguement was coming.

Pity he didn't know exactly what was about to happen.

"Where you been?" You ask, voice sounding sweet as if you hadn't been screaming into a pillow for atleast an hour. You don't meet his gaze, still playing with the rim of the glass awaiting for the lie you knew was about to come. "Work, do we always have to go over this Y/n?" he replied bitterly words slightly drawled out an slurred, making to obvious he been drinking, taking off his jacket and throwing it on the couch arm.

Smiling at his answer, you hummed bringing the glass up to your lips tasting the bitter yet sweet taste of the wine. "Okay." Toji looked at you, your responce making him feel a little worried. He noticed that you were crying because of the runny mascra marks under your eyes giving him an uneasy feeling in his stomach, his eyes driften towards the half empty wine bottle by your feet. That alone confirmed he was in deep shit, he quickly thought of ways he could possible get you to think your overreacting or that he wasn't doing anything shady, he moved towards you only for you to hold up your hand indicating for him to stop.

Finally meeting his eyes, you raised an eyebrow at him. You could see the panic on his face as you looked at him blankly, he slowly kneeled down not looking away from you adams apple bopping when he swallowed, you both stared at each other and he licked his lips ready to speak but stopped as you raised your hand at him again.

"Toji," your voice was raspy and held a dangerous lit to it, fingers tapping the wine glass a pretty smile on your full lips stained with the taste of the wine, eyes squinting at the corners and teeth on full display the grip you had on the glass tightening. "where the fuck, were you."

Flinching at the tone of your voice, a grimace took over Toji's expression. He could tell you already knew, that he was fucked. But a little gaslighting could make you think otherwise.

Toji licks his lip the scar on his lips stretching, along with his lips as he pulled it into a smirk reaching out to grab unto your feet with a 'cmon doll, don't be like this.' before he can touch you, lift your foot and push him back, your panties on full display for him as your foot rests against his chest and the sight causes him to groan. Taking a quick sip of your wine as you look down at him, your lacy night dress shifting and riding up your thighs as you lean back. The moonlight made you lokok Godlike in the dress, the runny mascra adding an extra effect, your plump lips are pulled down and the wine from early makes it look glossy,

"You're pathetic." you say in a honeyed tone, and it shouldn't turn Toji on but he feels warmth spreadin through his body at your words. Licking his lips Toji quickly nods in responce, "I am, doll, I-i agree."

"I should fucking kill you," He hums, bringing his lip to kiss the arch of your feet as he lifts it off his chest moving towards you. You quietly watch him aware of his intentions as he kisses your thighs trying to spread your thighs apart but you refuse to budge them, your hand moves to grab his face tilting it up so he can look at you. Your eyebrows are drawn and your pretty lips are set in a deep frown, your nails squeeze into Toji's cheeks and it causes him to hiss but he doesn't complain.

"You think you can come up in here and touch me with them same hands you touched that bitch with?"your hands are still pressed against Toji's cheeks as he shakes his head retracting his hands from where they laid on your thighs. Humming you release his cheeks, leaning back and slowly spreading your legs for him, watching his tongue come out to lick at his lips as he moves forward.

He licks at the centre of your panties, the motion causing you to shiver as you watch him through your lashes. He repeats the action before using his teeth to drag the material down, finally tasting your sweeet pussy moaning at the taste. It's been so long he thinks as he licks from your hole to your clit, smiling at the noise you make and the tug on his hair. Hot breath blows against your pussy, and he takes a deep inhale rubbing his nose against it before taking your clit into his mouth giving it a harsh suck that had a pleased hum leaving your lips, the heat of his tongue against your needy front had you wanting to pull him up in a kiss but you knew better.

Give Toshi Fushiguru a inch and he takes a fucking mile.

The wet muscle drags over your sensitive clit repeatedly, the rise and fall of your chest becomes unsteady as he pushes his tongue in and out of your hole and the grip you had on his hair tightens. With a tilt of your head you look down on him, taking in how much he was holding back, his hands clenched into fists on his thigh as he bucks his hip into his jean chasing the friction. You swore a whine came from him as you pushed his face into your pussy, his licking becoming frantic as he tried to restrain himself from touching you.

Toji wasn't good at a lot of things, but he was top-tier at eating pussy. Maybe that's why you stayed with him so long because everyone loved a good-pussy eater and the thought of anyone but you enjoying this leaves a bitter taste in your mouth but you had to be strong.

White dots appeared as you closed your eyes, nearing your release. You leaned your head back with a moan, your grip on Toji's head tightening his pink tongue continuing to lick up into you even after and your thighs begin to slightly shake because of how sensitive you were.

Pulling Toji away from your pussy by his hair, your lips twitching at the hiss he let out before his green eyes dragged from your pretty pussy to look up at you. It's funny, you thought. How such a big and strong man like him was bending at your every will, unable to touch you with nothing but his tongue, on his knees almost begging for forgiveness. The thought made you mentally giggle to yourself.

A little grin made its way to your face, your hand moved from it's position in his out-growned black strands on his head to his throat. Hands obviously not big enough to wrap around his entire throat, but it didn't matter. "You're so greedy." you say to him appyling a little pressure, feeling his throat vibrate with the groans he releases, the situation had him feeling dizzy. Out of all the freaky shit in his life time, this has got to be top ten.

"That bitch's pussy wasn't enough for you?" his lips part as the pressure on his neck increases, his hands coming up to your own but stoping at the look you gave him. "Doll, she doesn't compare to you, you know this." his voice is raspy and desperate, and his narrowed eyes are silently pleaing to you for forgiveness. Forgiveness he wasn't gon get.

After everything you did for him, he still begs for you to do more. Why should you forgive him? You gave him so many chances, only for him to brush you off and push you one side as if you meant nothing. He didn't even seem to care about Megumi anymore. You were over it, over this relationship and over Toji's bum-ass. You deserved better, and sadly Toji wasn't anything close to that.

"I know." you hum in reply to his statement, releasing his throat and getting up. Legs slightly feeling like jelly but you brushed it off, with the wine glass in your hands you look down at Toji, looking at the man you loved one more time. Cherishing the beauty of his face before your hate for him starts growing anymore than it already has. You bite your tongue to distract yourself from the stinging in your eyes.

Bending at the waist, you place a kiss on his cheek, linering for a bit as you wondered if you were overreacting and if your next actions would be necessary. His expression was filled with confusion, and wary watching you as you stood straight, a knot growing in his throat at the look in your eyes. A look filled with pure dispair, and...hate.

Your full lips pull up into a smile, the action giving you a crazed look beacuse o the mascra marks under your eye. "Good night Toji." the words are said softly, and they cause a shiver to go dwon Toji's spine. He knew the words didn't imply anything. That there was nothing 'good' about to happen, but he brushed it off anyways, like he always does, blaming your behaviour on the bottle of wine you had. You walked to your bedroom, the night gown you had on swaying with each step you took as if it was mocking the green eyed man.

Releasing a sigh, Toji's head tilts down to look at his laps, the boner he had being evident in the way the crotch of his jeans stood up. With another sigh, which sounded a bit aggitated now, he peeled himself off the floor and moved towards the bathroom.

Maybe if he wasn't a dumb fuck, he could've stopped what was about to happen. If he just communicated with you, instead of pushing you away things would've been better. As Toji dropped himself onn the couch he immediately falls asleep, he couldn't see you standing over him with that same wine glass in your hand only the difference is now it's broken, shattered to pieces from you dropping it on the floor. Broken like your heart, shattered from the carelessness of Toji fucking Fushiguru. The glass it gripped into your hand firmly, and the broken shards pierce into the palm of your hands, you tremble as you raise the glass tears running down your cheeks and a sob falling from your lips. This was it, you were going to kill your husband. You were going to kill Toji Fushiguru and all the love you had for him. This is it-

"Mama?" your frozen in place, the broken glass inches away from Toji's neck. A confused and sleepy four year old megumi looks at you, rubbing his eyes with a teddy clutched under his other arm. You almost break at the sight, your hands lowering as you stared at Megumi with wide eyes a hand covering your mouth as you drop the glass, moving over to him and wrapping your arms around him.

The boy is frightened, pulling back to look at you. Warmth meets your cheek, you look up to see Megumi holding your cheeks with puckered lips trying not to cry as he tries his best to comfort you. "Don't cry mama! You'll be okay please don't cry!" he babbles, pressing his chubby cheeks to yours and rubbing it against your tear stained skin. His words cause a gasp to fall from your lips and your arms tighten around him with your body shaking with emotion.

"Mama loves you, my sweet boy." You whisper, kissing his forehead as you rock the both of you back and fourth, your tears not stopping. "Mama wont ever let anything hurt you."

She wont let anyone hurt you.

When Toji enters the house at exactly two oclock in the morning, slightly stumbling on his feet as he enters the house. The drinks he had earlier begin to settle as he has to pause when the room begins to spin. He doesn't notice how quiet the house is, how there isn't any of Megumi's toys in the living room, he only pauses as he looks at the couch expecting you to be there with that worried look you always had on you face. But you're not, and he doesn't acknowledge that it makes him feel like shit. He assumes your in the room, sleeping with Megumi tucked in your side, a hand wrapped around his frame protectively.

Shaking his head, Toji moves towards the kitchen expecting to see pots on the stove. Instead he see's an envelope on the counter, and he hates how his stomach sinks as he stalks towards it. With each step he takes, he becomes anxious and as he opens the envelope with his name written in cursive for an extra touch, his mouth goes dry and he's suddenly sobber.

Toji,

How do you feel knowing that you finally broke me? Broke us. Broke out family. You probably feel good about it, good about the fact that you can finally fuck any bitch you want without any guilt, come home any time you want without my nagging. You killed me, Toji. You BROKE me.

So what're you gonna say at my funeral now that you finally did it? Finally broke my body, soul and heart. Finally killed me.

'Here lies the body of the one I called the love of my life, whose heart I broke, without a gun to my head.

Here lies the mother of my child, who I make no time for and emotionally neglect.

Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who beacuse of my actions and words, will forever bear a hole in her heart.

oh how I shame myself for neglecting her, using her, absuing her.

Her love would be a heaven without betrayal Ashes to ashes, dust to sidechicks.'

Don't come looking for me. We're better off without you. Take care of yourself.

-y/n

Toji started to panic, staring at the paper and reading it over and over as if the words would fade away before he started laughing, tugging at the roots of his hair and rushing towards megumi's room. All the toys and clothes were fone, the only thing being present is the bed along with the dresser and the glow in the dark stars you both had put on the ceiling for megumi. Next was your room, he tore everything down looking for any trace of you. When he notcied the place was completely void of you items, he sat on the floor in the middle of the room.

Toji Fushiguru had only ever cried a total of five times in his life. When he lost a tooth for the first time as a child, at megumi's birth, when his ex-wife died, when megumi slapped the fuck outta him with one of his toys, and on your wedding night.

As a tear ran down his face he stared at the grown blankly, self-hatred washing over him. He had the urge to scream and burn everything to the fucking grown. As he blinked slowly, he suddenly realizes he's on the floor bottles of liquor surrounding him his eyes on the ceiling and the weight of something heavy is in his hand, he lifts it up and realizes it's a phone.

A phone to call you, he thought clicking on your contact and waiting for it ring, hitching a breath at the sound of you picking up. Inhaling deeply he slurrs your name, hearing how silent you sound on the other end imagining how you would chew on your full brown lips in annoyance. "Baby...where are ya?" he asks, as if you would answer that.

He hears how you sigh deeply, and he frowns. "Who's phone is this Toji?" you ignored his question. You really fucking ignored his question. His eyebrows twitch at your question and his sitting up, almost falling back because of how quickly he did it.

"Don't ignore my fucking question." He snaps while he breathed heavily, gripping the device in his hand hard. He hears how quiet you get and immediately starts appologizing, running his hand through his hair as he sighs before chuckling. "Cmon, doll. Yknow im sorry. Please im sorry."

He continues babbling on about how he'll change, and how you should come back home. How he'll start taking care of you and Megumi, and he'll make it up to you and then starts back up about how sorry he is again. After he repeats it the fifth time you decided you've had enough. "Im not coming home, Toji. Goodbye."

Toji stand up fastly, as if that would stop everything ignoring how everything spins as he feels tears running down his face and a nervous laugh falls from his lips, the sound is so sad and pathetic you almost feel bad, shaking his head Toji begans to babble again. "No! no...I-i said I was fucking sorry what else do you want? You leave me after you tell me you love me, that's such a bitch move. And I honestly thought you were above that but guess I was wrong huh?" you hear him pause, inhaling deeply before it's silent for a minute, and then you hear sniffing that causes your eyes to almost bulge out of their sockets.

"Toji...are you crying?" a whine of your name is all you get in response before he starts up again.

"Y/n im sorry. please im sorry. come back, come back i-ill change if you do swear it on my fucking life baby-"

"You only want me now that im not there?" you say, your voice holding no emotion as Toji goes quiet. A laugh falls from your lips at the silence and you shake your head, "Better call that white bitch, see if she still there."

The sound of you hanging up has Toji staring at his phone screen, clicking your contact again only for it to tell him the number was no longer avalible