#Megumi x reader

[retiredteabag]

You leave lipstick marks

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, Megumi, and special guests… Suguru and Ino !!

Synopsis: They didn't notice the kiss marks you left on their face...

my smau masterlists one and two

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[coralbae]

bring protection!

there may have been a sliiight misunderstanding

minors and ageless blogs DNI!!

characters: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna + special guests yuji & megumi (platonically)

warnings: suggestive, only explicit in some

[lum1nesc3nce]

Liar?¿

Not proofread! i just think write and post lols. Fluff and gn!reader. I just love nonchalant pathetic men who r losers in love.

Liar. He thinks his actions do not reveal what he is keeping inside him, what he thinks and what is happening to him. Oh he thinks he is being so discreet and nonchalant about but a fool he is, a fool for you.

He lies to himself that he is fine. Fine with your hands brushing when he passes you an object. Fine with the way your shoulders brush against each other when you walk together. Fine with the way your knees touched while sitting. Fine with the way your eye contact lasted a little longer than usual. Fine with the way his eyes accidentally wander to your lips. He keeps lying that everything is fine.

Fuck. He is going insane.

Nothing is fine. He is not fine. Not with the way his eyes always wander to find you. Not with the way his heart always goes faster whenever he is with you. Not with the way his ears turn red when he tries to hide his face from you. Not with the way he starts to fumble his words while he thinks "you're too close" in his head again and again. He is losing his mind and his mind is losing to you.

You're wicked and he is a liar. You're wicked for being so enchanting that he can't help but feel his world spinning around. You're wicked that you don't know the effect you have on him. You're wicked that you don't even know. What you're doing to him.

He is just a helpless fool around you. Will you be a little kinder to his heart? It's about to burst in your hands the way it always belonged to you.

You're definitely wicked, you definitely cast a spell on him to go this insane because of you. But dear gods he is only your fool.

Rafayel and zayne (love and deepspace), GOJO, choso, yuuji, Megumi ( jjk) Childe, neuvillete, wriothesley, Diluc, Wanderer, Al haitham. (Genshin Impact) Mydei, Phainon, Dr Ratio, and Dan heng (honkai starrail).

Anyways Please tell me how you feel? It's my first time writing a fic scenario ig? So advice is appreciated 😝😝😝🙏

Have a great day ♡

[noirtini]

𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞…

…him pushing you against the shower walls,water running over you both, somehow managing to make him hotter than he already is. As he kisses you passionately you bring one leg up and around his waist while he holds you steady, offering him easier access to your wet cunt. You grind against his hard dick and he brings his hand to guide it to your entrance, teasing you with just his tip. When you whine for more, begging him to do you as he want to, he looks at you for a second before his lips crash onto yours and his hips thrust forwards stimulating both your core and your mouth. You squeeze him from the inside, grabbing on so hard that your manicured nails leave deep grooves and red trails across the skin of his back. You instinctively move your hips with his, all the while moaning his name, your eyes blissfully shut as you ride out your high and your head thrown back against the shower walls, allowing him to place blossoming red love bites and bruises along your neck and chest. When he finally finishes you’re left panting and barely able to stand, so he does the most gentlemanly thing he could and cleans you off, scrubbing,shampooing and making sure you’re fully cleaned up. Afterwards you climb into bed and snuggle upto each other, your thigh over his waist and his hand to support it. And after a kiss to your forehead and a much appreciated “good girl” you both fall asleep in eachother’s arms, tired from your little shower escapade~

Atsushi Nakajima, Edgar Allan Poe (poe), Yuuji Itadori, Fushiguro Megumi, Nanami Kento, Jean Kirstein, Chuuya Nakahara, Sigma, Michizou Tachihara, Fatgum

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 @𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐢 ; 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲,𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[yariation]

Love Hotel Megumi F. x Reader

Summery: During a mission at a love hotel, Megumi and (Y/n) encounter a curse spirit that’s got them both wet in their pants.

Warnings: VERY SMUTTY Smut, PIV, non-con?? Kinda?, mating-press, top!Megumi, under the influence?

A/n: First smut I’ve ever written.

Megumi and (Y/n) are on a mission together in a love hotel. ____________________________________________

"Shut it, will you?" Megumi's voice rough as he scolds you.

The two of your are strolling through the hallways of the love hotel. Here you are, yapping Megumi's ears off while the two of you search the building.

Megumi had received a grade one mission by the shamans. He was advised to bring a comrade, so he brought you. Now here you guys are, walking side by side in hallways lit by dim, hazy pink lights. The lighting design of the hotel could drag anyone into the intoxicating desire.

Everyone except for Megumi and you apparently. It's vacant, the building had been evacuated, because even the staff members were caught under the spell of lust. All the sex, all the blood caused by the uncontrollable friction.

"Do you feel its presence anywhere?" Megumi asks, his sharp eyes on you.

"I don't know. It's fuzzy, almost like it's everywhere." You respond, closing your eyes trying to focus.

Megumi tsks, unsatisfied with your answer. But he lets it slide for now. The two of you continue your search around the hotel. Peaking through ajar doors, ignoring the sour sent mixed with the smell of rose petals, wishing this would be over soon.

Suddenly, while walking down a pink tinted hallway the two of you see a purple fog. It's low and only just peaking around the corner. The two of you immediately start running over, making the fog retreat and turn the corner. The fine hairs on your arms stand, the tingle of the curse's presence triggering your tracking ability.

"That's the curse!" You exclaim.

"No shit, (L/n)." Megumi retorts.

You roll your eyes. By the time the two of you reach the end of the hallway and look around the corner, you find nothing. It's as if the purple fog just vanished. The only thing that remains is a lingering scent. Megumi and you stand there in defeat, staring at the dead end ahead.

"Damn it." Megumi grumbles under his breath.

That was the closest you guy's got to finding the curse. Without another words, you two take a sharp turn to continue your search around the love hotel, and continue to retrace your steps again and again. While you walk, you can't help but wonder what that smell is and how it somehow follows the two of you.

The scent is sweet, it smells of roses and candy. It suffices your nostrils and is actually almost addicting. 

"Do you smell that?" You ask Megumi as the two of you walk idly.

"Yeah..." That's when his eyes suddenly widen in realization.

"How could I be so naive?! Of course. Why didn't I sense if before? We're in a domain, (Y/n)." 

Your eyes widen too and you facepalm. You nod in acknowledgment. The two of you stop walking, pausing in the hall way that's filled with the same smell.

"Then we should probably retrea- ugh..." Your hand comes flying to grab your head.

"(Y/n), are you oka-" The same happens to Megumi and he grabs hold of his side.

You two try to take deep breaths, but it seems to be only getting worse. Your breaths are now heavy and in unison, bodies trembling with neither pain or fear.

"W-we should run." Megumi's groans, almost as if in pain.

You nod in agreement and try to move your legs, but they don't respond. Your body feels so limp and warm. With all the heavy breathing, strange feelings, the smell... The smell!

"Megumi! Quickly, cover your nose." You manage  to utter out before you collapse to the floor.

Megumi quickly uses one hand to cover the lower half of his face. Crouching down to scoop your figure up with his free arm. In a haste he brings you into one of the rooms with an open door. Like all the other ones, it's medium sized with a pink theme and a big romantic bed.

He gently lays you on the bed with the last bits of control he has over his body. Before he knew it, the both of you are seated on the bed, side by side and panting. Your head starts to feel fuzzy, but the fuzzier it gets, the more control over your body returns.

The same for Megumi. And one thing's for sure, but unspoken between the two of you. One thing you that is happening, but won't dare mention it to the other. Mostly because you can easily tell that the other feels it too anyway.

You're both hot and bothered.

"M-Megumi, do you feel-"

"Yeah..." He responds quickly.

Your gazes meet for only moment, but that was enough to make you both snap.

~~~

Megumi's breaths are steamy and hot as they fan against your flushed face. Both your dazed eyes gazing into each other as you frantically take off each other's clothes. Shirts, skirts and pants are tossed to the floor.

You lay on the soft bed as Megumi hovers over you, shirtless, his erection straining against his boxers that only grow tighter, as his body can only react in such ways seeing like this. 

Seeing you under him, bare. Nothing but two small pieces of clothing holding him back from just ravishing you. He leans down, hesitant, but the libido serves him confidence. Pink, slightly dry, but desireful lips grazing down the skin of your neck.

When you tilt your head up, he takes it as a sign that you're comfortable. So without another thought or nervous move, he starts peppering your neck with kisses. Licking, sucking and nipping at your pulse points.

Little hums leave your lips with every dance of his lips. He pecks kisses up to your jawline, till his lips meet your cheek. He stops for moment, parting from your skin. Your breaths tingling each other, combining where they meet.

"I never noticed how beautiful you are- no, wait... I have. I just... Never told you." His voice is husky yet soft.

His words make your eyes light up, your head only jerks slightly up, but Megumi finishes your actions for you, crashing his lips against yours. A little surprised mewl escapes your mouth.

"Fuckkk... I don't care if this is the cursed spirits doing, I'm having you right here and now." He mumbles against your lips, then presses his tongue against your teeth until you grant him access.

His tongue dances with yours, exploring every inch of your warm mouth. All the while his hand runs through your hair, his other one creeping down your waist, down your hip. His fingers find your panties, he gently pries your plush thighs apart.

With ease, the tip of his fingers meet your clothes clit, gently and slowly rubbing carful circles on it, eliciting a small moan from your lips.

Your little moan reaches Megumi's senses and sends the noise straight to his only hardening cock. He groans into your mouth as he moves his hips, his touch-deprived erection pressing against your thigh.

A loud pop noise is heard as your lips parts. Without another word, both Megumi's hands start racing down to just get those fucking panties off of you. Your breath hitches in your throat in surprise as you watch him slip off you panties and throw them to the side.

A heart beat is skipped when your beautiful body is revealed to him. Honestly, the sight of your pretty pussy is enough for him. He could spend the rest of the night just pleasing himself while looking at your flustered face and naked body.

He brings a finger to your already dripping hole, a result of the curse, and gently teases your soft, puffy lips. He drags the pad of his finger up and it flicks over you sensitive clit, making you gasp.

Sliding it back down, he slowly pushes his finger in. Your needy, warm, sticky walls immediately clench around it, making him smirk and chuckle darkly.

"Someone's a bit impatient."

His fingers curl inside you, causing you to whine. He pumps his finger in and out only four times, before he already adds a second. Scissoring your hole open for him. Fingers curling inside you, aiming for any spots that make you cry or moan.

Squelching noises fill the room as you only get wetter the more his fingers thrust in and out of you, grazing every right spot. His fingers are longer and bigger than yours, reaching places you could never. His skilled hands, flexible hands working you over.

You moan a loud whine when he suddenly pulls his fingers out. His hands move to the garter of his own boxers, slowly pulling them down. His erection springs free. 

His tips a pretty pink, his length enough to make you nervous, his girth probably enough to make your throat hurt from screaming.

"I'll start slow. But I'm not making any promises..."

He presses his tip against your wet entrance and starts to slowly push it in. Megumi's head throws back at how tight you are, only taking his tip. The new stretch makes you wince at first, but you could already feel the pleasure start to settle in. When your breathing returns to normal, he continues pushing in.

Inch after inch, pause after pause, to make sure you can take it. After one more push, he squeezes himself fully into your tight hole. He groans deeply, loving how you spasm around his dick. You envelope him so good and the sight is just as good. This is so much fucking better than his hand.

Hands are placed on your hips as he gets used to being inside you. He slowly drags himself out, before harshly snapping himself back in. You flinch and your back arches. Yet Megumi can't help but love how you squeak and only clench tighter.

"Y-you said you'd go slow!" You complain.

"I said I won't be making any promises." Those were his last warnings before he starts gaining a fast relentless pace.

Hips crashing against yours with every harsh thrust. His swollen tip bullying your sensitive spots you could never reach inside of you. His hands now placed at the sides of your head as he finds his rhythm.

Your thighs are wide open for him. Everytime he hears a loud whimper from you, he'd immediately memories where that spot was and would aim and hit it over and over again.

His dick slides in and out, as if he were in a rush. Slamming into you, as if he hated you. He buries his face into your neck and his hands fumble down to your legs.

He grabs hold of your plush thighs, pushing them back and slightly up. He adds a little roll of his hips with every thrust which also only quicken. He's got you all squirmy and loud, yet he still wants more. He wants you to feel the same pleasure he's feeling.

So unsatisfied, he pushes your thighs back a little more, then shoves himself back into you, deeper.

A smirk curls his lips and he continues to thrust and slam into your battered pussy. The stretch of his cock making your cry out in pleasure. His speed making you writhe. It's like his tip is punching your cervix. Again and again, until your head goes fuzzy, but he just keeps going.

But you feel his thrusts start to get sloppy. Though he refuses to let himself cum before you. He brings a shaky hand to your clit, rubbing hastily. His dick rubs against every inch of flesh inside of you.

"C'mon, c'mon. Come on my dick. Fuck- fucking come on it or I'll go insane." He punctuates his words with a harsh snap of his hips.

His words like a trigger, your back arches, your grip on the pink sheets tightening, your legs cling around his hips, pulling him closer and making sure he stays inside you.

Your orgasm hits you hard, your walls flutter and clench around Megumi's cock. Feeling you drip and spasm around him, brings Megumi to his own climax. He pushes himself as deep as he can into you, before shooting ropes of cum into your poor pussy.

~~~

You sit on the bed, cleaning and wiping yourself clean with a small towel Megumi had found. 

Megumi emerges from the bathroom, even though he hasn't even been there for long. In his hands he holds new, unopened vibrators and sex toys.

"Look what I found."

[sukunaspillow]

CW: Smut, Professor/Student relationship, infidelity/cheating(reader), Age gap, Rough/Unprotected sex pairing: Gojo x reader

a/n: Repost bc, what the flip???

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“And you sure your dad-“

“Benefactor.”

“Whatever, same thing. But is your BENEFACTOR okay with me being over?”

Megumi sighed and glanced up from his paper, his gaze meeting yours filled with warmth. He placed a reassuring hand on your thigh and whispered, “It’s okay.” Before pressing his soft lips against yours in a quick, comforting kiss. Pulling back, he chuckled softly and added, “Seriously, stop worrying so much.”

“Fine” you muttered, turning your head away, a flush creeping up your cheeks. You cherished this side of megumi—the one that was so different from the reserved and stoic persona everyone else saw. With a playful pout, you added, “This is so boring. What time are we leaving for the party???”

“We need to finish studying first, then we’ll go. You remember what happened the last time, don’t you?” he said, reminding you of what happened the last time you slacked off instead of studying.

“But that was last time!” 

“I don’t care. We’ll go later,” He said sternly before turning back to his notes.

Yeah… despite him being kind of understanding, your boyfriend was pretty boring. It’s not like he has to go clubbing with you, but letting lose for once wouldn’t kill him. 

Sighing, you flopped onto the bed and scrolled through your phone to pass the time, but even that got old fast. Your eyelids grew heavy as boredom set in.

“Wake me up when we’re leaving, okay?”

You got a hum in response before sleep pulled you under.

Your eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep. Glancing to your left, you noticed Megumi sleeping soundly beside you.

That little shit! He didn’t even bother waking me up.

The room was eerily silent, the only sound coming from your peacefully asleep boyfriend. You felt a dryness in your throat, but you hesitated to move—just in case Megumi’s benefactor was home. However, as the minutes dragged on, the thirst became unbearable. You had no choice but to go.

Navigating the house in the dark was like stumbling through a maze. You had to rely on pure instinct, carefully feeling your way downstairs, trying not to trip over anything. After what felt like an eternity, you finally found the kitchen. The soft glow of the refrigerator light illuminated the space like a welcoming beacon. 

Moving as silently as possible, you rifled through the cupboards, wincing when one of the hinges let out a loud creak. You froze, holding your breath, but when no one stirred, you continued your search. Finally, you found a cup. Filling it with water, you wrapped your fingers around it like a lifeline, bringing it to your lips and drinking deeply, letting the cool relief wash over you.

You were so focused on quenching your thirst that you didn’t notice the tall figure standing behind you.

“The fuck are you doing in my house?”

His voice pierced through the air, scaring you so much that you nearly leaped out of your skin as you turned to face him.

Holy shit

Oh my god

Oh my god

What the fuck

What the fuck

WHAT IS PROFESSOR GOJO DOING HERE???

Your brain scrambled for answers, for any reasonable explanation as to why your science professor was standing in Megumi’s kitchen at this ungodly hour. Then, it clicked.

THIS was Megumi’s benefactor? He never bothered to mention that tiny, crucial detail?

“Uhm, well, uh… me and Megumi were just studying, but we fe—”

“Oh, so you’re the one Megumi said was staying over.”

“Uh… yeah.” You stared at your feet, feeling strangely out of place.

“Oh, my bad.” he said, leaning against the counter and pulling out his phone. “Go ahead, do whatever you were doing.”

You hesitated for a moment before turning back to your water, lifting the cup again, but this time… you drank slower.

What? You just got a little distracted.

It was weird seeing Professor Gojo outside of his usual black coat.

That thing really didn’t do him justice.

 You hadn’t even realized you were staring until he suddenly spoke, breaking you out of your daze.

“You like what you see?”

A sly smirk stretched across his lips, and your face instantly burned.

“huh? No-“

“I’m just kidding calm down.” He chuckled, his voice like music to your ears. 

But what if I did, what then? 

You hadn’t even realized you said it out loud until he looked back at you, eyes widening in surprise. But the shock faded just as quickly, replaced by that same damn smile—lazy, knowing, dangerous.

“Then?” His voice was smooth, teasing, dripping with amusement as his gaze dropped lower, shamelessly tracing the curves of your body. His smirk widened. “Then I’d just have to let you admire me more up close.”

The way he smirked sent a slow delicious heat curling in your stomach..

“Is that what you really want?” He murmured, his voice dropping into soemthig husky, rougher. Something that sent a shiver through you. “To see me up close? To really take me in?”

“Yes” you said gazing into his eyes with pure need, feeling warmth in your insides.

Without warning, he crashed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim you thoroughly. One hand gripped your thigh, hiking your leg up around his hip as he pressed you back against the wall, pinning you with his hard muscular body.

His other hand slid under your skirt, his fingers dancing along your inner thigh, inching higher and higher until they brushed against the damp fabric of your panties. 

He groaned into your mouth, the sound muffled but no less intense, as he felt the evidence of your arousal. His hip rocked forward, grinding his hardening length against your core, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through you. 

He abruptly broke the kiss, easily lifting you up and setting you on the edge of the counter. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirt riding up to reveal more of your thighs. He took a moment to admire the view, his hands sliding up and down your smooth skin before gripping the edge of the counter on either side of your hips.

Without a word, he leaned down, his face hovering inches above your clothed sex. He looked up at you with a wicked grin before diving in, his teeth caught the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs and tossing them carelessly aside.

He wasted no time, his tongue delving between your slick folds, lapping at your essence greedily. He groaned against your skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. His hands gripped your thighs, pushing them further apart as he buried his face deeper into your sex.

He focused his attention on your clit, circling the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue before suckling hard. You cried out, your fingers curled, gripping his hair tighter, anchoring yourself to him as the world spun around you. It felt like every cell in your body was screaming with pleasure, every muscle pulled taut and ready to snap.

Your hips bucked erratically against his face, seeking more of that delicious friction. He took it as encouragement, his tongue plunging deep into your channel, fucking you with his mouth. 

He could feel your walls fluttering around his tongue, your body tensing as your orgasm approached. He doubled his efforts, his tongue lashing against your clit, two fingers pumping in and out of your tight heat. The pressure inside you mounted, growing more intense with each passing second, until you felt like you might explode.

And then, with a scream of pure ecstasy, you did. Your body convulsed violently, your inner walls clamping down on his invading fingers like a vice. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, your vision going white as your orgasm crashed through you. You could feel your release gushing out of you, flooding his mouth and dripping down your thighs.

Your toes curled, your fingers pulling harshly at his hair as you rode out the intense sensation, your body shaking and twitching with the force of your climax.

He pulled back, his face glistening with your juices, a look of pure satisfaction and greed etched on his features. Without a word, he stood up, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pulling you to the edge of the counter. He undid his belt with quick, efficient movements, the clink of his zipper the only sound in the charged silence of the kitchen

He freed his hard, throbbing cock, the thick length slapping against his stomach as he kicked his pants off. 

He stepped between your spread legs, the head of his dick nudging against your sensitive, dripping entrance. He looked into your eyes, his gaze intense and filled with a primal hunger.

"Tell me you want this," he demanded, his voice rough and low. "Tell me you need my cock inside you." He rubbed himself against you, coating his length in your slick arousal, teasing you with the promise of what was to come.

"Please," you whimpered, your voice small and needy. "Please, I want it. I want you inside me." You reached down, grasping at his hard flesh, guiding him to your entrance. 

Without warning, he thrust his hips forward, the thick head of his cock stretching your tight entrance, pushing past the initial resistance until he was fully sheathed inside you.

A guttural moan tore from his throat at the feel of your silken walls gripping him like a vice. He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his girthy member, before he started to move. His thrusts were hard and deep, each one punching the air from your lungs, the force of it rocking your entire body.

One hand gripped your hip, holding you in place as he took you with a roughness that bordered on painful. The other hand slid under your shirt, pushing the flimsy fabric up and over your head, tossing it carelessly to the side. He leaned down, his mouth latching onto the swell of your breast, his teeth and tongue lavishing attention on the sensitive peak.

He pistoned his hips faster, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with your wanton cries. The counter beneath you shook and rattled, the force of his thrusts threatening to upend it. He was taking you with a ferocity that stole your breath, each drive of his cock striking that secret spot deep inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

He could feel your walls starting to flutter around him, the telltale sign of your impending release. He doubled his efforts, his grip on your hip sure to leave bruises as he fucked you with single-minded intensity.

 "That's it," he growled against your skin, his voice rough and low.

 "Come for me. I want to feel you come apart on my cock." He bit down hard on your nipple, the mix of pleasure and pain pushing you over the edge.

Your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing violently as you screamed your release. He followed soon after, with a roar of your name, his hot seed spurting deep inside you, painting your walls with his essence. 

He collapsed against you, his weight pinning you to the counter as you both gasped for breath, lost in the aftershocks of pleasure. Neither of you noticed the quiet footsteps creeping up the stairs.

Megumi stood frozen in the doorway of his room, eyes wide, breath shallow. He shouldn’t have seen that—shouldn’t have lingered—but his body betrayed him. Heat pooled low in his stomach as he glanced down, swallowing hard at the sight of the problem straining against his pants.

Maybe he was a weirdo too.

[nerdlivvii]

megumi ‘hates’ relationships. or, at least he thought he did.

it wasn’t until you came along. it was strange too. you two were polar opposites. you were like the stars to his night, sun to his moon, sunshine to his grumpy.

that’s what you two were. grumpy and sunshine.

he hates pda. absolutely hates it. he hates showing affection in public. holding hands, kissing, hugging, etc. it’s not because he doesn’t love you, but because he’s not used to it. he’s not used to someone wanting to love him the way he should be loved.

so, why don’t you show him?

at first, when you and megumi started dating, you two kept it secret. he wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed to be with you, but only because the simple fact if kugisaki, itadori, or gojo found out, they would bug him about it until the day he dies.

megumi was never the type to get into relationships. he thought it was meaningless and a “waste of time”. but you. you were worth all his time.

see, megumi would love to hold your hand in public when you guys were on busy trains or busy sidewalks, but he just gets so flustered and he hates when his face gets all red from embarrassment. even worse when you start teasing him. so he refuses to do so.

hugs? definitely not. he loves when you hug him too much that if you do it in public, he probably wouldn’t wanna let go. so hugs are only allowed in secret!

kisses? nope. not in public, at least. private? yes. he loooves when you give him kisses on the cheek. makes him feel all sweet and happy inside, even if his face said otherwise. he just enjoyed having someone who genuinely showed they loved him.

but you didn’t know how special you were to him. how much he really thought about you. megumi wasn’t like other guys. guys who lust over their girlfriends. who only talk to their girlfriends when they’re bored, when they need something. no matter how busy his schedule was, he’d always make an exception just for you.

megumi cherished and valued you much more than you could think. he wasn’t a guy to buy you expensive flowers or jewelry as a gift. he wrote letters. not just letters, but love letters. letters that had deep feelings poured into them, real love poured into them. he handmade you things. he was secretly creative, so he put those skills to good use.

compliments? well.. he tried. it was hard at first. he had to search up advice on what not to tell your girlfriend and what to tell your girlfriend, but overtime he grew to adapt giving you compliments. calling you gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, breathtaking, unique, etc. posting photos on instagram? he’s done saved the photo, liked it, and dm’ed you how gorgeous you are. reposted a video about feeling insecure? he’s at your dorm in no time, telling you how beautiful you are and how he loves all the things you consider “flaws”. someone insults you? automatically stank face, blocked, reported, ignored. he will NOT waste his time on someone who can’t appreciate his pretty girlfriend.

when you two were alone it was different. he was quiet, and it may seem awkward, but it isn’t. he likes the awkward silence, because it slowly turned into comforting silence. the silence of both of your presences together, souls sitting comfortably with eachother. the feeling of you just being there always soothed him. the way he could hear your heart beating, telling him you were there. the way your breaths were heard, soft sighs lingered in the air, it all told him that you were there with him in that moment. that you were real.

it was hard to get close to him. but overtime, you two grew familiar of holding eachother. — cuddling, hugging, taking naps and watching movies together. he loved it all. he loved having you in his arms, your fingers through his hair, on his back, massaging his scalp, scratching his back, rubbing his cheek, running your pretty fingernails up and down his arm. he loved your touch.

megumi wasn’t one for lust neither. he never sexualized you. never saw you as an object, as a toy, as something to just stare and drool at. he stared at you in admiration, not lust. and if others made lustful ‘compliments’ about you, he didn’t like them. the person or the words, didn’t like neither one of them. he treated you with love. when you held eachother in your arms, it never went further than that. a couple kisses here and there, and that’s it. believe it or not, megumi was more into the sex after marriage. why trust someone with your body if you cant trust them to vow to stay with you forever? and yes, he definitely wanted to marry you one day.

dates were amazing. he usually lied to gojo and said you two were just gonna go hang out, so gojo would give him a couple bucks for him to ‘spend at the mall’, but in reality, he was spending it on you when you two when to a cafe down the street, or even a restaurant. you were so gorgeous too. he loved seeing you in pretty dresses. he didn’t care what it looked like, because you looked perfect in everything in his eyes. any color, any pattern, any material, anything. you were his pretty girlfriend.

maybe megumi does like relationships, because you’re here, and he loves you.

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[ a/n : can you guys tell i love him sm💔💔 ]

[anj3llyf1sh]

jjk boyfriend/girlfriend headcanons pt. 1

top. warnings: none, just fluffy goodness

a/n: my first headcanons!! no warnings, just fluff and silly little thoughts

yuuji

the type of love that makes his friends sick to their damn stomachs

hates when people infringe on his "y/n time" which could be anything from you being away on a mission for a few days to he literally only went to use the bathroom

one time, nobara conned you into going shopping with her and you forgot to tell yuuji and he was gnawing on the bars of his enclosure fr

don't get it twisted, he trusts you with his whole soul and isn't controlling or anything, he's just clingy :((

needs to have a hand on you at all times to just reassure himself that you're real and still here

plays with your fingers a lot while he spaces out or talks to his friends

doesn't care if you're literally just going one room over, he expects a goodbye and hello kiss every single time, and will pout if he doesn't get it

this boy remembers everything about you istg he's like a memory bank

he absolutely has a note on her phone that's just a list of your favourites

colour, food, things he's noticed make you smile, etc.

the type to buy you small trinkets from everywhere he goes just because it's your favourite colour/animal/it just reminded him of you

you have a lot of surprisingly soft moments with yuuji

lots of time is spent with his head on your chest and you running your fingers along his scalp in silence, it helps with his headaches

he often falls asleep after this, just because it relaxes him so much

the more fingers he eats, the worse his headaches get because sukuna gets harder and harder to ignore

loves going places with you

literally everything will be exciting to him

a market, a fast food place, a park

no matter how mundane, he'll have the time of his life, just because he's there with you

his favourite dates are the arcade and the movie theater ofc! (you're the only one who'd watch those god-forsaken worm movies with him)

megumi

megumi takes a whileeee to warm up to you

it's not that he hates you, he just doesn't understand why you insist on being so kind to him

kinda suspicious of you at first ngl

like you're so nice to him... why... what do you want...

but will slowly come to enjoy your presence

he's kinda like a cat

sometimes he just follows you around in silence because he wants to watch what you're doing

if you're cooking or doing some schoolwork and get something wrong, he'll point it out but other than that, he just wants to bask in your presence

on a similar note, he's the type to swing his hand close to yours when walking next to you to get you to hold his hand

or stand right next to you in the elevator, letting your shoulders brush because it's "crowded" (it's not)

behind closed doors however, he's more open

loves to put his chin on your shoulder to talk to you or throw his legs over yours on the couch

doesn't say "i love you" a lot but makes sure to let you know by taking care of you

like, by the time you realize you have a cold, he's walking through your door with cough medicine and hot soup

is so cute too, asks yuuji for a good recipes to make for you

will summon some of his animals to let you pet them

the dogs love you

so do the rabbits

nobara

had such a staring problem

because she refused to confess first

she desperately wanted a shoujo manga confession

you thought she hated you tbh

you confronted her one night when neither of you could sleep and she was able to turn it into the fairytale confession she'd always hoped for

shopping dates every week, they're not negotiable

please please please let her dress you up in whatever cute things she finds

she runs the show for sureeee

she's not controlling, no, she just wants everything to be perfect for you two

and so she'd much rather plan the dates, to make sure every detail is justttt right

creates whole pinterest boards for every date

loves getting you things but is always secretly nervous that you won't like it even though she has more info on you than your cia agent

desperately wants affection but overthinks it

she wants to know that you want to be affectionate with her without her having to tell you

revisiting this staring problem, she will try to send you telepathic messages to you to kiss her or hold her hand, but she just ends up staring at you like 👁️👄👁️

it's so obvious too like

"Gojo-sensei!!!! Kugisaki's doing the weird eye thing again!!" - yuuji's last words before being beaten to death with a hammer

tries to make you gifts because they feel more special

once she tried one of those little stuffed animal crochet kits and ended up crying on the floor of her dorm room while yuuji finished it for her because she couldn't get the face right

always has to be touching you in some way

whether its her arm around your shoulder, fixing your hair, pr sitting so close your legs brush, she just needs to be within arms reach

loves having girls nights, facemasks, snacks and a movie and lotsss of snuggling

always complains she can't sleep without you when she's away, to the point where yuuji will beg gojo to go back to the school and get you (and sometimes it's bad enough that he does exactly that)

gojo

umm... kinda shit partner tbh

to start at least!!

whether you ask him out or the other way around, he says yes.. just because

i mean he wouldn't have said yes if he didn't find you attractive but still

i feel like he's so used to constant overstimulation, he says yes to the anything that surprise or excite him

he doesn't really think long term and is quite selfish

he, pretty slowly realizes that he genuinely likes being around you

sucks at communication, will unintentionally ghost you for hours or days at a time if he's away on a mission

and that almost cost him the relationship, which is something he'll always be sorry for

unfortunately, losing you was exactly what he needed to realize how important you were to him

slowly starts letting his guard down, allowing himself to bask in your attention and vice versa

loves to annoy the shit out of you

dries his hands by rubbing them on your shirt

presses a grossly wet kiss to your cheek

steals your fries

tickles you until you're in tears

anything to hear you huff and whine at him

huge fan of being the little spoon, head on your chest every night no ifs, ands or buts

he's away often and will throw a tantrum if you take his "only luxury in life" away from him

once he's down bad, he'll let you drag him anywhere, to a shitty movie, this one cafe you've always wanted to go to, you name it, he's going there with you asap

every so often, he'll get serious with you

like when he wakes up before you and just traces your face with his finger, memorizing every feature

he'll watch you do the most mundane things with his head propped up on his hand, love pouringggg from his eyes

always, always, always brings you gifts from his travels

and on the rare occasion that he's too busy to get gifts, he'll immediately return there after dropping the kids off to get you something

or... just takes you there the next time he gets a vacation day

no matter how much he grows as a partner, this man loves seeing you upset

there's just something about it...

but that's for another post <3

[deadhands69]

as promised I am here to wreck the havoc!! for your 700 night out event 🥹

megumi from JJK

winter night out

weather: light snowfall

activity: snowball fights 😈

romantic (maybe some kind of longing? Lille bff to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, which ever is okay with you!!!)

thank you, jade and congrats again mwuah mwuah

Snowy Night

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

thanks Toke, here's the first one!! from the Starry Nights Milestone event

A light dusting of snow is just beginning to coat everything when you sneak out of the dorms to wander around campus with your best friend. He texted you a few minutes ago as the flakes were beginning to stick, piling up on top of the trees and shrines. It’s peaceful out here. Quieter than usual.

As Megumi walks by your side, occasionally you glance at him. Wondering what he’s thinking. Noticing the way his hand swings lightly at his side. You wish you could reach out and hold it, at this point, you’ve spent countless hours of your life debating if it would be okay to. 

But you don’t. 

As much as you’d love to make the first move, you’d rather not ruin your friendship if he’s not interested. You’ve been close for a while, far longer than either of you had even considered attending Jujutsu High. It wasn’t until the past few years that you realized your feelings for him aren’t just platonic. 

Megumi kneels down, gathering snow between his hands. You wonder what he’s doing, whatever it is he looks gorgeous doing so. Light reflects from the snow, illuminating his dark blue eyes. You watch the subtle playfulness in his features as he–

Suddenly, cold explodes off the side of your cheek, leaving you covered in chunks of snow. Your hand reaches for your face to confirm, yes he did just throw a snowball at you. 

Leaping behind a bush, you gather as much snow as you can to press into a ball of your own. Megumi is already prepared and lands another on you the moment you pop up. You throw yours in a rush, barely grazing his shoulder. 

He laughs and you exchange a few more, one of which lands square on his forehead. It’s cute, most people never get to see him like this. 

In your frantic attempt to avoid being hit, you fall into another bush. A hand reaches down and you take it. He pulls you to your feet, offers a truce, and the two of you continue your walk. 

Megumi never bothers to let go of your hand. Instead, he laces his fingers with yours in his warm jacket pocket.   

event masterlist

[c4ttheart]

regina george, megumi fushiguro x gn!reader

reader is kinda mean. megumi is dumbfounded. not proofread i dont like this x 0.7k wc

you would’ve been the perfect fit for regina George in mean girls, at least in megumi’s opinion. unfortunately, he had become quite familiar with the movie, seeing as how you and yuji both had it in your favourites on letterbox. nobara liked it too, but she claimed it wasn’t cinematic enough to be put on display on her profile. so when megumi made the mistake of asking the pink haired what ‘mean girls’ was about, yuji had made all of them, as a group, watch said movie thrice. you were all rejoiced, except for megumi. then again, megumi was hardly ever happy. one time, you had even tried to tape his mouth into a smile, much to his dismay.

megumi thought that since you couldn’t play regina George, the universe had given you a strikingly similar sense of humour, the same mean genes the blond possessed. but if someone had told him that about an hour before, he would’ve shrugged it off. you were skeptical and a tease, but you weren’t mean.

in fact, megumi thought you were sweet when you accepted his study date at the library, toothy smile and all. sure, you weren’t aware of the fact that it was a date, because megumi did not have enough courage to inform you of that small fact, so when you asked him why it was just the two of you, yuji and nobara happened to be coincendentally busy. but you didn’t mind. you had said it was better anyways. he didn’t really know what that meant, but it definitely got his pulse elevated.

he thought you were caring and studious when you pulled out all your textbooks to study for upcoming exams. he thought you were diligent when you started furiously writing in your notebook. he thought you were odd, though, when you plopped your phone in front of you and started recording yourself. he didn’t judge though, he knew people had different ways of studying. that changed when he heard gojo’s voice through the phone and realised you were on facetime with him. he grimaced, though his eyesight glued itself back to his book almost immediately. when you coughed to get his attention, he knew he couldn’t keep on hiding his discontentment, and forced himself to look at you.

you smiled at him, all sweet and innocent, and said « megumi, would you like to hear my gojo disstrack ? »

his mind blanked. what the hell was he supposed to answer ? what type of answer would make him look cool or appealing or whatever ? luckily, he didn’t need to voice his answer for gojo’s booming voice cut through his train of thought, throwing various forms of displeasure at you. but you just smiled again and muted him, and grabbed your notebook again. megumi furrowed his brows. this was what you were up to all this time ?

you opened your mouth and began rapping. megumi was stunned yet conflicted, he wasn’t sure whether he was supposed to laugh or cry or clap. maybe a mix of all three.

a chuckle involuntarily escaped his lips when you rapped « all you eat is grease, bitch this class ain’t maccie d’s ! » and you smiled at him, so full of pride that he couldn’t help but feel his cheeks warm up.

when you were finally done, you unmuted gojo and he was quick to give you feedback. « i’m gonna f word you next week !» he shrieked, and you were quick to display your emotions on your sleeve, giggling away at his incredulous expression.

« that sounds really weird coming from a teacher. don’t forget that i can do the same ! » you retorted, and gojo was quick to reply « you can’t fail me, i’m grading your papers. » with a smug grin megumi could hear through the phone.

« no, i’m gonna get you fired. » you argued, and gojo’s expression probably dropped, because you added « stop making that face or you’ll get more wrinkles on your forehead than on your divorce papers. »

and somehow, megumi conflicted emotions turned to an impulsive urge to kiss you, applaud you or dedicating a shrine to you. that’s probably when he realised you couldn’t be regina george because that blonde would never even live up to you.

based off the disstrack i wrote for my math teacher LMFAO

i wrote this like a month ago but i got too shy to post it (i still hate it though but im running out of stuff to post)

anyway yzah hope u enjoyed mwa

[lokissweater]

talk baby ⋆｡°✩

{mlb!megumi fushiguro x f!reader}

summary: it’s the season of the world series!— your little life with megumi absolutely warm and loving as you spent every waking moment together, the both of you never failing to hang out or speak to one another since the very moment you two made it official. but when the higher ups start demanding more of megumi to bring the world series home, tiring him out and causing him to lose sleep? a wedge is driven between you both as megumi tells you words he wished he’d never said.

warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, cursing, FLUFF, ANGSTYY, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it yall), SMUT, baseball talk, megumi LOOVESS YOUU my goodness, DONINANT AF MEGUMI OBVIOUSLYYY, creampie, shower sex, DIRTY TALK megumi has a filthy mouth, megumi and reader get into a fight, it’s the world series, all characters are aged up.

word count: 12.5k (IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY-)

authors note: THE WAIT IS FINALLY OVERRR FUCK i cannot thank you all enough for the support with these series. i saw all of your AMAZING suggestions and sprinkled them all over THANK YOU!! i POURED my heart into this and i really hope you all love itttttt :,( STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT FIC OF THIS SERIES AAHHH!! I LOVE YOU MWAHHH <33

i highly highly advise you to read the first part of this fic or else you won’t be able to understand some of the storyline and references :( you can find it here!

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megumi fushiguro loved how much you talked.

“—and then i went to the bakery down the street from my campus to get that one coffee cake i always get? the one you brought me after my class?”

“mhm.”

“but they were freaking out of it it’s like they knew i was coming to take their stock man. it was seven in the morning how the fuck are you out of coffee cake?”

megumi laughed softly and pressed a slow sweet kiss to your cheek, readjusting his arms around your waist as he scooched your body closer to his on his lap, the both of you on his huge black bean bag that sat in his living room as he leaned the side of his head back on your shoulder, relaxed and a little sleepy.

“so then i had to go to the one on campus, even though i already know it doesn’t taste the same…” you sighed sadly. “what if they did that on purpose? what if they want me to stop coming?”

megumi huffed an amused breath through his nose and shook his head gently against your shoulder. “don’t think so baby. i feel like you keep them in business with how much you go.”

you huffed and crossed your arms, grumbling. “yet they treat me like this...”

tilting your head down then to get a better look at him, you peeked at his sleepy face and tired eyes as he tried his absolute hardest to stay awake for you, wanting to listen to everything you had to say and more, but his eyelids drooping every couple of seconds before opening back up again just not letting him.

you smiled softly and carded your fingers through his black hair, pushing the front strands back and giving him a cute peck on his forehead.

“take a nap gumi… you’re so tired i can see it.”

“uh uh.” megumi hummed.

he lifted his head groggily and propped his chin up on your shoulder, eyes closed.

“keep going.” he murmured, his words a little slurred. “did you end up getting your coffee cake from the other bakery..?”

“i did.” you responded softly, caressing your thumb over his warm cheek as your soothing voice lulled him. “it was nasty. the end. c’mon baby you have practice tomorrow—”

“no.”

“gumi it’s late i don’t want to keep you uuupp.” you whined, nudging him.

“if you sleep over.” he mumbled.

“but i have class tomorrow.”

“i’ll take you.”

“but you always do and i feel bad…” you pinched his cheek softly. “it’s okay i can—”

“don’t care.”

you giggled. “well i do. i want you to get more sleep gumi, your practices are crazy long now and you have them like everyday—”

he groaned loudly and ushered you up, you complying as you watched him lazily stand from the bean bag and grab you, baggy eyes half lidded as he picked you up from around your legs and threw you over his shoulder— something he always did ever since the day he confessed, and something you absolutely floored over whenever he did it.

your giggles rang through his quiet and spacious apartment that made him sleepily smile as he lazily carried you down the hall and to his room, setting you softly to sit on his plush bed as he pressed a sleepy kiss to the top of your head, though nearly almost missing, him leaning back up and grabbing the hem of his black shirt— pulling it over his head and carelessly tossing it somewhere in the room before climbing into bed.

you felt so so bad. the team’s schedule was released just two weeks prior, and seeing as the world series was coming up— the most important segment of competitive games they could possibly ever have, the coaches and managers were grinding and overworking their players to pure fucking filth, them wanting to keep their streak as the number one baseball team no matter what it took.

and because of that, megumi was always so tired and stressed— holding on day by day as the higher ups demanded so much of him because he was the most skilled on the team, him spending his days trying to stay awake and make time for you— picking you up from class and taking you out to lunch like he always did, but your worried gaze always on his dark under eyes as you insisted and told him already that you understood, that he didn’t need to right now if it was over the subject of his career.

and especially if it was for the world series.

“lay down.” he murmured, patting the pillow next to him as he peeked at you with one eye open.

you stood, pulled the covers back and hopped in, megumi’s arm immediately snaking around your waist and pulling your back to his bare chest, his face nuzzling in your hair as you noticed how quickly his breathing deepened, falling asleep almost the minute you got settled in his arms and fitting like a little puzzle piece.

it had been almost an entire year since you and megumi started dating, and you have never ever been happier in your life as you thanked your lucky stars over and over again for being such a dumbass�� wholly believing that if one thing had changed, it wouldn’t have played out the way that it did.

and you adored the way that it played out.

megumi was so affectionate. everyday. his love language being physical touch as he literally never left you alone and always had to be touching you in any given situation— like his hand on your thigh whenever he drove, playing with your fingers from across the table while out at a restaurant… and like now, his toned body literally engulfing you into his that it made you feel so cared for and warm and loved, something you always wanted to feel for the rest of your life as long as it was with him.

the next morning he drove you to school like he said he would, and then went straight to practice after, you telling him that you would be there once your classes were over.

and when you did get to the stadium later that day, megumi was mad.

“what the fuck happened?” you quickly sat next to your best friend on the sidelines, her snickering as you both watched megumi tell off another player for fumbling a double play on the field.

“they’re making more errors today,” your girl friend sighed. “they’re all nervous since their division series game is tomorrow and they’re getting closer to the big thing… but megumi is not having it.”

“you bobbled the ball go to first fucking base and eat it what the hell are you doing trying to—”

you gnawed at your bottom lip.

it was common for megumi to bark out orders and take charge on the field, that wasn’t out of the ordinary, but it was only here and there where he was yelling and insulting the rest of his teammates like that (mostly rarely). a sign you knew was because he was stressing the fuck out.

“what you just did was a kiddie fucking error we won’t make it to the world series like this dingus the fuck are you—”

you covered your face and groaned. “i can’t watch… i don’t think i’ve seen him like this since that one day he asked me to come here.”

“you mean the day he ate you out in—”

“shuuushhh!” your hands shot out and slapped over her mouth as she let out a muffled laugh, your eyes wide and cheeks pink as you frantically looked around to see if anybody had heard her.

she took your wrists then and pulled them away. “have you guys even had sex yet? how many times am i gonna ask you until you say yes—”

you nudged her away. “no! we haven’t yet.”

you didn’t know why you hadn’t— the topic just one that was never brought up by either of you.

but you’ve definitely done other things though.

megumi was like a dog, not knowing the meaning of ‘keep your hands to yourself’ as he was always groping your ass in public out of no where just to hear you squeak in surprise, shoving his hands down your pants and making you cum repeatedly on his fingers when you’re both innocently just watching a movie on his couch, pressing his face into your tits and sucking hickeys whenever you wore a low cut shirt, and bullying his way in between your legs to lick and devour you up whenever he felt like it— all things he did with zero hesitation nor self control.

you weren’t complaining though, definitely not— you were just as freaky.

because every time megumi wore those gray sweatpants after practices that you loved oh so very much, no shirt on with his perfect toned body out only for your eyes— your mouth was on him, licking his chest all the way down to his pelvis, tugging the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers down until all that was left before you was his mlb dick, you taking him into your mouth and sucking the absolute life out of him until he was shaking and breathlessly chanting your pretty name like a prayer—

“break!”

you pulled yourself from your thoughts and stood, your eyes already watching the way megumi walked over from across the field with his head down, chest heaving and his face glistening with sweat against the setting sun, his baseball uniform covered in dirt.

both you and your girl friend walked down the steps and towards the bullpen, you quickly grabbing a clean white hand towel from the gatorade jug rack beforehand and catching up, spotting yuji and megumi already seated inside on a bench.

upon megumi noticing you coming up, he smiled softly, tiredly.

“you guys are sucking today.” your best friend deadpanned, and you elbowed her.

“no. you guys just look really nervous… is everything okay?”

you took a seat next to megumi and silently offered the clean towel, him gently bringing up your extended wrist and pecking it in gratitude before taking the towel and wiping down his face, your cheeks flushing in response.

yuji sighed deeply and shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. “everyone’s literally losing it. we win every year but each year that comes is extra added pressure to keep that up.”

megumi nodded wordlessly in agreement, his head hung.

“well this is your first bad practice isn’t it?” you softly mentioned.

“yeah… maybe it’s just today and you guys will be okay tomorrow.” your girl friend added, smiling comfortingly at yuji, him giving her the same smile back but with apprehension in his eyes.

“would’ve been fine if it was yesterday.” megumi cut in, voice monotone. “not today. not when it’s the last leg for the world series.”

he leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms with closed eyes, yuji nodding next to him.

you pulled your lips into a thin line, heavy anxiety brewing in your chest at the thought of them possibly losing before even getting into the league championships, something their team has never done before as they’ve always just gone straight through.

in order to get through to the world series, their team has to win the division series and the league championships, then they earn their rightful shining spot of playing in the world series and winning— something megumi has been a part of for almost three years now, and something the team has dominated over for five consecutive years straight.

but what if this year was different?

“how are you feeling?” you gently asked megumi after a bit. “i saw you were a little mad today on the field…”

he slowly pried his eyes open and looked at you, sighing softly through his nose.

“m’fine pretty baby.” he murmured. “they’re just not playing like they should be.”

megumi took his cap off and scratched the side of his head, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “and neither am i to be honest.”

your eyes softened.

“what do you mean?”

“m’just not meeting the standards i set for myself.”

“but you play well in every game gumi..” you mumbled. “don’t overwork yourself please. just keep doing what you’ve been doing… it’s been going great so far, hasn’t it?”

he gave you a little smile and lazily reached up to delicately caress and run the ends of your hair through his fingers. “i need to amp it up though. i need to try harder.”

“try harder when you’re already winning?” you quirked a confused brow.

he nodded.

“what’s the reason behind that?”

megumi gave you a sly smile. “because you’ll be watching me.”

you gawked, shaking your head at him. “gumi, you know anything that you do makes me freak out and it’s embarrassing...” you subconsciously tugged a bit at the sides of his jersey. “the way you tied my shoes for me the other day made me freak out. the way you pumped my gas last week made me freak out. the way you stuck your fingers inside my pu—”

his eyes bulged open as he shot forward and muffled you with a kiss, you kissing him back and laughing cutely once he pulled away.

“nasty mouth…” he mumbled, but the little grin on his face made you giggle as he put his cap back on over his head and nudged it down, trying to conceal his eyes and the blushing of his cheeks— but you catching on anyways.

“how was class?” he asked quietly, readjusting his cap. “did you get your coffee cake after i dropped you off?”

you shook your head. “no because i’d rather die than get the one on campus. they need to close that place down.”

megumi snorted, but his eyebrows pinched momentarily as he took your hand in his and started playing with your fingers. “you should’ve told me. i would’ve drove you to the one you like.”

“no gumi i wasn’t gonna make you do that... i wanted you to sleep in as much as possible.”

“i’ll take you after practice.”

“no! you need to nap after don’t waste time—”

“m’not wasting time.” he replied, but before you could get another word in, his coach called all players back on field.

“i’ll see you after.” he stood and pecked your forehead. “i love you pretty baby.”

you smiled shyly, your cheeks a cute pink.

“i love you too.”

thankfully, megumi didn’t seem as pissed off for the rest of practice, and you hoped it was because of the little chat you had with him in the bullpen prior and that it cheered him up in some way— the team playing a lot better and actually working together this time instead of being at each others throats over feeble mistakes.

and when they were all finally back at the locker rooms packed up and ready to go, you organized his clean uniform for tomorrow and hung his gloves neatly inside his locker, closing it once you were done.

“you don’t have to do that baby.” he murmured, gesturing to his locker as he swung his duffel bag over his shoulder and extended a hand. “organize. i can do that.”

“but i like doing it...” you took his offering hand and interlaced your fingers with his. “it helps you find things quicker.”

you both stepped out, quickly bidding your girl friend and yuji goodbye on the way as you walked down the echoey hallway together.

“—you also don’t have to drive me to school every morning but you do that anyways.”

he smiled. “touché.”

he led you out of the arena and over to the private parking area for players and crew— him opening the passenger side door for you to step inside and shutting it after, throwing his duffel bag to the back once he got in the drivers seat.

and like he always did, megumi buckled you up himself, grabbing the seat belt strap and pulling it over you to click on the other side with a kiss to your cheek— him never letting you do it yourself since the day you two properly met.

“do they sell food at the bakery?” he looked over at you as he pulled out. “they do don’t they.”

“they do!” you nodded sweetly. “but we’re not going.”

“why.”

“because you need to sleep—”

“no.”

“megumi—”

he shot you a glare and you squeaked.

“gumi! i-i meant gumi!”

he fixed his glare and broke out into a small smile instead, laughing lightly as he set his big hand over your thigh and squeezed lovingly.

you giggled softly.

“lunch first and then i’ll sleep.”

“oh my—”

you reached over for the door handle and pulled, brows furrowing once the lock wouldn’t budge after multiple frantic tries.

“you still have child lock on?!”

megumi shielded his mouth to hide his snicker, eyes to the road.

“uh huh.”

“why?!”

he gave you a deadpanned look and pointed to the door. “exhibit a, baby. the car is moving.”

“gumi if you hate me just say that.”

pulling into the bakery’s parking lot, he playfully rolled his eyes at your comment and pinched your cheek gently.

“be quiet.”

the bakery was a cute little place that was a frequent pit stop for the both of you to pick up breakfast on the way to the things you had to do in the mornings— always cozy and warm and filled with little trinkets and postcards of places from around the world, you always gushing when you or megumi would spot a new souvenir on the walls or on the shelves, and him sometimes having to stop you from snatching some for yourself…

“they have a million!” you whispered. “they won’t notice this one. please it’s from greece it’ll look cute on my fridge!”

megumi sipped his lemonade and gave you a half lidded look as you both sat in a booth.

“i don’t know if anyone has ever told you this but.” he gently slid the coffee cake closer to you, silently ushering you to eat. “that’s called stealing.”

“not if they don’t notice.”

megumi gave you an amused smile.

“i’ll take one for you too!”

“for me?”

“yeah!” you put your elbow on the table and propped your chin on your palm, tilting your head with the cutest expression megumi has ever seen in his fucking life.

“i’d do anything for you.”

his cheeks flooded pink, and he swallowed thickly.

megumi would do anything for you.

“i appreciate that pretty baby,” he murmured, tenderly tracing the pad of his index finger mindlessly around the back of your hand.

“great! so can i do it?”

“no.”

“maaannnn!” you slumped over the table and pouted. “you’re no fun.”

he chuckled and took a bite out of his ham and cheese deli, your mannerisms sometimes reminding him of his dad.

he swallowed.

“gojo wants to meet you.”

you froze. “really? he does?”

megumi nodded.

“okay! that’s okay— wait no! wait—” you groaned and leaned against the booth. “i don’t think he’s gonna like me very much…”

“huh?” his eyebrows furrowed. “why do you say that?”

you peered up at him sheepishly. “because i talk too much… i’m not gonna notice and end up telling him my lore, my school gpa, and my social security number.”

megumi laughed, and your heart fluttered at the sight of his crinkling eyes and gorgeous smile, the sound of it making you swoon.

he shook his head and rubbed his sleepy eyelids. “no baby... he’d love you. i know he would.”

“i don’t know gumi…” you sighed, looking down at your lap. “i want to meet him of course! that’s a given… but..”

megumi quirked a brow. “but?”

“i just don’t want to look stupid…” you laughed nervously. “it’s happened before where my friends parents say i’m a blabber mouth and i don’t want to embarrass you—”

his tired eyes narrowed. “blabber mouth? who’s saying you’re a blabber mouth?”

“my— my ex boyfriend in high school…” you cowered a little. “but it’s okay because i was over sharing!—”

“no.” he said firmly, his gaze looking directly into yours. “you’re not a blabbermouth. there’s a difference between being really open and friendly with people right off the bat and being a blabbermouth.”

megumi shook his head in annoyance. how could someone ever say you were a blabbermouth? he had never heard something that was so far from the truth.

you were too sweet for your own good, that was your only fault. you considered everyone you met a close friend of yours and weren’t afraid to tell them whatever came to your precious mind and made them feel welcome— something that megumi adored so much about you… so much, and something that made him borderline violent when people berated you for it.

“they just can’t handle it when someone is actually genuine. like you. and that’s not your fault.”

the shiniest smile grew on your face then, your eyes sparkling and feeling like a million fucking butterflies were fluttering all over your tummy— internally screaming at his words.

“thank you gumi…” you spoke softly. “i’m glad at least you don’t see an issue with it.”

“i don’t.” he shook his head. “i don’t at all.”

he loved it.

the rest of your lunch date was spent with megumi still not letting you steal the greece trinket magnet from the wall, you scolding him for the bags under his eyes, and him buying you two more slices of coffee cake to go no matter how many times you told him it was okay, the both of you gathering your things and going back to his car after a bit for him to drop you off back home.

“i’ll be here in the morning to take you to class.” he said gently, turning the corner and nearing your street.

“what? isn’t the division series game tomorrow?” you asked, taken aback. “gumi no just get as much sleep as you can it’s a big day. i can take myself.”

he looked at you boredly.

“no.”

“guumiii!”

he pulled into your driveway and shifted his gear into park, the corners of his mouth turned upward into a little goofy grin.

“i can take you baby it’s fine,” he pushed gently. “don’t worry.”

“you’ve been stressed though… and tired.”

you unbuckled your seatbelt and reached over, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in as he immediately leaned in and tucked his face into your neck, breathing in your honeyed perfume and letting himself slump into your soft frame.

“please promise me that after the division series, you’ll rest up like crazy before the league championships.” he pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes nearly closing as he sleepily blinked. “okay?”

“league championships? didn’t know we already won.” he murmured.

you giggled. “obviously. you’re my cool baseball man, are you not?”

he tiredly grinned and pressed a sweet sweet kiss to your cheek, him biting down on it after and making you yelp before snickering and pulling away.

“bye gumi,” you quickly grabbed a slice of coffee cake and placed it on his leg. “here eat this on the way home so you don’t fall asleep.”

he chuckled and watched as you grabbed your things, hopped out, and ran across the front of his car, leaning your head in through his open window once you reached him and pressing your soft lips to his, megumi fucking melting at the feeling.

you pulled apart and he pecked you one last time— a series of i love you’s iterated before you backed away and waved excitedly from your front door, him waiting until you were inside to reverse, his engine roaring and his black car shining against the moonlight as he sped down the street.

the next morning you got up around the time that you usually did, showered and did your hair and got ready for class, packed your school bag and made your bed—

but megumi hadn’t texted you. like at all.

he usually sent you a good morning text, followed by him letting you know when he was leaving the house, followed by when he was on his way, and followed by when he was just down the street and pulling up.

except you got nothing.

you figured maybe today was just one of those days where he maybe just simply forgot and was already on his way, but as you stood literally outside of your house, gnawing on your thumb and the time coming painfully close to the start of your morning class as you still got nothing from megumi (even when you had texted him multiple times at this point), you started shitting it.

just as you were about to run inside to get the keys to your car, your phone buzzed as a picture of you and megumi flashed across the screen.

megumi!

“hel—”

“baby!—” he breathed out, frantic. “baby i’m sorry i’m so sorry i’m coming okay im down the street—”

“what happened?” you breathed out worriedly, your heart hammering against your chest.

“i overslept!—” he explained quickly. “i’m late to the team’s call time and— and you’re late to class and i— fuck!”

you heard his horn blare and his tires screech as muffled curses flew from his mouth, you jumping at the noise.

“sorry sorry someone cut me off i’m almost there—”

“no gumi go straight to the stadium you’re late!” you spoke firmly. “i can take myself—”

“no but i wanted to see you before the game—”

“it’s fine we can see each other after the game okay? when you win—” you grabbed your keys from the coffee table by your door and ran out, unlocking your car and getting in. “you’re late baby so fucking late please turn back this isn’t good coach is gonna chew you out—”

“shit! i know i know—”

“go gumi hang up it’s okay!”

“okay.. fuck okay okay—”

you heard rustling on the other line before he spoke again.

“i love you i’m sorry ill see you after!”

and the line went dead.

you slugged through the rest of your classes as the day felt way fucking longer than it normally did, you desperately just wanting to see megumi and know that he was okay, that he wasn’t in trouble with his coach and the management team for being over an hour late to the division series call time, you on the verge of literal tears multiple times over him.

your best friend and you had planned to get ready for the game together and sport your men’s jerseys from the stands— a girl’s night you were agonizingly looking forward to all freaking month, and so so excited that the day was finally here to support and be present for the making of yet another year for the boys’ team.

“and then he hung up. i thought he was gonna get into a wreck man—”

you ran your fingers through your styled hair in your vanity mirror, your best friend readjusting her jersey behind you— ‘itadori’ in big capital letters on the back.

“megumi is the most hard headed mean stubborn man i have ever come across in my life.” she searched around in her makeup bag, pulling out her lip liner and reapplying next to you. “i don’t know how many times you told him to sleep and get some rest. and yuji too! he hasn’t stopped talking about him since the schedule change and now i’m starting to think he’s in love with him.”

you laughed loudly.

“i know…” you sighed anxiously through your nose, nervous clammy jitters in your chest. “his eye bags have gotten so bad this past week.”

“i think it’s because he’s been practicing over time.”

you stopped.

“what do you mean?”

she looked at you quizzically. “i thought you knew? yuji told me that the higher ups had a meeting with megumi and told him that they were expecting him to bring the world series home.”

she popped the lid back on her lip liner and threw it in her bag. “he practices all night on the field until like four am.”

“what the fuck?” your eyes narrowed. “he never told me that? he picks me up for my seven am class everyday… that means he’s only been getting what— like two and a half hours of sleep this past week?”

she stopped. “he didn’t tell you?”

“no!” you exclaimed. “when was this meeting?”

“at the start of last week.”

“oh my god.” you grumbled.

why didn’t he tell you?

“that’s fucked up.” she shook her head. “talk to him about that after babe… i don’t know why this man didn’t tell you something like that.”

“i would’ve never let him pick me up for class if i knew this was going on…” you gloomily fiddled with the buttons on your jersey. “or hang out with me after practice.”

and why the hell were the higher ups demanding so much from megumi? why were they burning him out with a responsibility so huge as to ensuring the success of the team for the world series? that wasn’t fair to him. that wasn’t fair at all.

your girl friend hugged you comfortingly.

“it’s fine don’t worry about it okay?… just talk to him after.”

once at the stadium, you and your best friend squeezed and pushed through the crowd to get to the v.i.p. section, the both of you sweating and panting over having run across the stadium’s parking lot and the main area, all because your best friend couldn’t decide which way to do her hair, and because you couldn’t decide if you should wear a skirt or jeans.

you ended up choosing for each other and calling it a day.

“hey! you guys!”

you both snapped your heads up and you recognized the source of the voice as one of the assistant crew members of the team, jogging up to you guys with two devices in his hands.

“you guys want these radios or are you good? they’re connected to the announcers and have earbuds!”

“oh i’ll take one! thank you!” you answered politely, smiling as he passed you and your best friend a radio.

you pushed the earbud into your left ear and sat.

the crowd was buzzing and cheering with excitement, flashes of light shimmering throughout the sold out stadium as many held up posters and signs or bobble heads, you smiling wide every time you spotted a few of megumi’s face and name.

the air was warm, and every kind of news reporter, publicist, and journalist was present on the sidelines as they filmed and interviewed several players from the opposing team.

“let’s play ball!”

the crowed roared, claps and whistles ringing through the air as yuji walked out from the dugout, the both of you screaming as the rest of the team followed suit, your shoulders evidently relaxing at the sight of megumi jogging out into position looking absolutely jaw dropping in his clean cut uniform and cap, serious and focused.

as the game ensued, it was no surprise that the boys’ team was absolutely demolishing the opposing players, megumi doing fucking stellar out on the field as he caught ball after ball with his glove, the announcers commentary certainly helping with explaining the context of the game due to your lack of knowledge, but you trying your hardest anyways to understand on your own.

and finally after a while of switching sides and megumi hitting like a greek god, the teams switched sides what seemed like the final time since it was almost the nine inning, his turn to hit.

“walking up to base now… number eighteen— megumi fushiguro!”

the crowd went fucking insane as he walked up, you immediately standing and screaming over the railing as he took his position up there— swinging soft faux hits before properly adjusting his footing on the loose dirt, fans waving around their fushiguro banners or his baseball cards as he settled.

the bags under his eyes…

you gnawed anxiously at your bottom lip. his team was so close to moving on to the league championships…

“and the pitcher throws….”

hit!

“strike one!”

megumi screwed his eyes shut and grimaced, shaking his head furiously as he shook the nerves from his body and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

“oh!” the announcers groaned. “looks like megumi fushiguro missed a hit for the first time in history!”

for the first time?

you whipped your head around to face your girl friend. “for the first time?”

she looked at you with the same terrorized expression.

“fuck i knew he always hit but i didn’t know he never missed…” you whined worriedly. “he’s exhausted man i can see it look—”

megumi’s footing slightly slipped from the dirt as he positioned himself, getting ready for the next swing.

“and the pitcher throws again…”

hit!

“strike two!”

“fuck!” megumi roared, walking off the home plate and chucking his bat to the wall— the wood flying and clattering as it hit the ground, your eyes widening in horror.

“woah looks like fushiguro got another strike and.. needs to take a breather off the field..?”

“if megumi doesn’t get this next hit, they’re done!” your girl friend shook her head, eyes wide and afraid. “the other team is gonna take it!”

you ran your fingers through your hair exasperatedly, frantically looking at the scoreboard and back at megumi who was pacing a little off the plate with his head down, his hands on his hips.

“fushiguro!” you spotted yuji yelling from the dugout. “get back on the plate! we could get flagged!”

megumi’s chest heaved as he picked up his bat and wiped off the dirt, walking back over to the home plate and repositioning himself.

cameras flashed and recorded as he tried to get back into focus, news reporters talking their asses off and journalists scribbling god knows what— as they just earned themselves their biggest headline of the season.

megumi fushiguro missed his first hit in playing history.

“and the pitcher throws…”

hit!

“oh there it goes! looks like a fair ball!”

the crowd rallies as megumi books it over the first two bases, everyone watching as the ball hits over the outfield fence as he fucking dashes across the remaining two bases like nothing, earning himself a home run—

and scoring a spot in the league championship games for his team.

you and your best friend jump for complete joy, throwing your arms around each other and swaying as fans all around you celebrated and cheered just like the both of you, you happily watching the players from the dugout run up and engulf megumi in a group hug, jumping and laughing.

as the crowd began to disperse and take leave, you both quickly ran down the steps and to the field, you immediately spotting megumi and running up to him with your arms out.

“gumi!”

he noticed you and extended his arms, but his face read nothing as you jumped into them.

“good job good job! you did so amazing!”

“nice fushiguro!” yuji nudged his shoulder. “you brought us through!”

“i missed the first two hits.”

he set you back down.

yuji shrugged. “so? it happens. i do it all the time! you made a home run and scored us the league.”

megumi only silently nodded, his face to the ground as you told yuji and your best friend that you would see them in the locker rooms with everybody else.

and once everyone had cleared out from the field, you turned to him.

“hey…” you started. “what’s wrong?”

his eyes remained glued to the dirt.

“i missed the first two hits.”

your shoulders deflated. “you heard what yuji said… it’s okay. it was bound to happen but it’s fine because you fixed it—”

“we were on thin fucking ice today.”

his snippy tone took you by surprise a bit.

“yes… but you made it...” you responded softly. “you all pulled through. especially you.”

he scoffed and shook his head, him finally raising his baggy eyes and looking to the side, pissed.

“i almost cost us the league. that’s what i did.”

“gumi—” you exhaled a frustrated breath. “you literally played like a machine the entire time and had other hits that were amazing? i don’t understand why two little strikes—”

his eyes snapped to yours. “two little strikes?” he shook his head again. “two strikes too fucking many.”

“what is your issue?—”

“my issue is that if i fucked up that third hit it would’ve been all over. we would’ve lost the division, lost the league, and lost the world series, all because i don’t know how to fucking play ball—”

“yes you do! you’re being way too hard on yourself baby you need to take a breather and rest—”

“how many times have you nagged me about that already.” he spat.

you froze.

“nagged?” you repeated softly.

“yes. you’ve told me enough times i get it i need rest, i need sleep, i need this i need that—”

“i’m saying that because look at you!” you motioned with your hands, feeling potential tears prickling at the back of your eyes at the way he was speaking to you. “your under eyes are dark and purple, your eyes are red you look exhausted!”

“and i told you i’m fine!” he raised his voice a bit. “you wouldn’t understand the shit that i have to do for this team the shit i have to pull and i gave them absolute garbage today—”

“oh my god megumi!” you snapped. “your team is a team effort! it’s not just you! you’re not the only one pulling the stops so enough with trying to take on this load and overwork yourself! please you played amazing today everyone was cheering so loud for you and—”

“stop talking.”

you paused.

“just—” he rubbed his tired eyes and turned to the side. “just please stop talking.”

stop… talking?

he struck a chord, and you felt your heart literally break at his words, an aching heavy pit in your chest as you recounted his yelling and snappiness when all you were trying to do was help him.

thats all you’ve ever tried to do for megumi really— help him, support him, and love him. but for him to throw it all back in your face and say you didn’t understand? for you to basically shut up?

tears were slipping past your eyes at this point, and when you felt like megumi finally bothered to look at you in the face, his eyes widened and his shoulders dropped.

“baby—”

“and what about you?”

he stopped. “about me—”

“yes about you. you’re saying i don’t understand anything you’re fucking going through, as if i haven’t followed you through your career since the moment we met and before that, like i haven’t supported you on the sidelines and asked you question after question about your games just so i can fucking understand—”

“no i—”

you cut him off. “and then you’re here— yelling at me, telling me off, and telling me to shut up when i’m the only one fucking standing here with you after the game trying to be there for you?!—”

“baby— fuck i’m sorry okay i didn’t mean—”

you laughed bitterly. “you didn’t mean it. didn’t mean what? to accidentally let it slip that you actually do think i’m a blabbermouth?”

he was taken aback as his eyebrows furrowed, shaking his head desperately. “no— no that’s not what i meant at all y/n i’m sorry. i’ve been so stressed and tired and i’m taking it all out on you right now and— and that’s not okay and not an excuse.”

megumi quickly stepped forward and placed his hands on your face, but you pushed him away, hurt flashing across his eyes as you did so.

“and why didn’t you tell me about the meeting huh? the one with the higher ups last week?”

surprise crossed his face. “how did you—”

“doesn’t matter how i heard it. why didn’t you tell me? do you understand how that makes me feel when i have to find out through someone else and not my own boyfriend?”

he ran a hand through his spiky black hair and sighed exhaustedly.

“i didn’t tell you because i knew you would be upset about it and i didn’t want you to worry—”

“so you just chose to keep it from me that’s real nice.” you spat. “of course i wouldn’t be happy with it they’re stripping you down and exploiting you! how could they say that it’s all on you to bring it home for the world series? do you understand how insane that sounds?”

“i know but i can’t tell them anything i just have to say yes!” he explained.

“you have every right to tell them something! and if you would’ve communicated this with me like you should’ve done, i wouldn’t have let you lose so much sleep over me and maybe you wouldn’t have played the way you think you played, and you wouldn’t be standing here shitting all over me!”

he really struck a chord.

“y/n—”

“bye megumi.”

his breath hitched.

“no— hey don’t do that—”

he scrambled after you as you made your way out of the field, him quickly catching up and tugging you into him with his long arms around your shoulders, bringing your back to his front as he ducked his face down.

“let’s fix it please we need to fix this—”

“i want to be alone right now, megumi.” you mumbled.

god he hated how many times you’ve called him that already tonight, feeling like the biggest asshole to ever grace your precious life.

“no i don’t want you to be upset with me please—”

“we can talk later on the phone.” your tone was lifeless. “i just need to be alone.”

he faltered, feeling gutting pain cascade all over his body as he hesitantly, slowly, slipped his arms away and released you.

“o—okay.”

he watched you walk up the stands and to the exit as you clutched yourself, his eyes catching the back of your jersey reading his last name that sent an immediate pang through his chest, your frame disappearing from his view and leaving him in his stupid thoughts as he snatched his cap off from his head and threw it to the side in frustration.

that night megumi tried to call you but you didn’t pick up, you barely even answering his texts as he wallowed in self pity alone in his apartment.

and you hadn’t stopped crying since the moment your tears hit on the field— hurt and exhausted and guilty as you settled into bed, unable to bring yourself to call him and go through with your word, deciding to text instead.

(you): i’m really tired i’m sorry. i’ll see if i can call you in the morning.

megumi took no time at all to respond.

(gumi <3): can i take you to class tomorrow?

(you): i don’t think that’s a good idea

he swallowed the lump in his throat and fought back the urge to fight it, wanting to respect you and your space.

but you only kept crying.

(gumi <3): okay

(you): goodnight

(gumi <3): goodnight pretty baby

just as you were about to place your phone back on your nightstand, it buzzed again.

(gumi <3): i love you i’m sorry

you sniffled and put your phone away officially, choosing not to respond.

the following week leading up to the league championship game, megumi spent every waking moment trying to make it up to you, trying to fix it, but you only seemed to stay away from him and distance yourself, something that hurt megumi like no other.

you felt like it was your fault he played the way he did that day. if you had been smarter, more mindful, you would’ve noticed that the intensity of his exhaustion was extremely abnormal, and perhaps you could’ve done something about it before it was too late and saved yourself the dreadful fight you had with him.

you hated the way you spoke to him, and you fully convinced yourself that you only served as a distraction for him, opting to keeping your distance as far away as possible so it allowed megumi to get his head focused again and ensure a promised route to the world series— something you had hoped to be there to witness, but deeming his success way more important than your needs at this point in time.

so you stopped going to all of his practices following that day, the fact tormenting megumi as you always went to each and every single one and was there for him without fault— rain or shine, always waiting for him in the locker rooms when he was finished.

but you weren’t there anymore. and each day you weren’t was another day megumi would spend angry and frustrated with himself that he did what he did. he knew your defense mechanism was pushing people away, and your current behavior gave him flashbacks to the time last year when he was falling for you and you kept running away from him, scared— those actions a carbon copy of what’s happening now, except far worse.

and he did that to you. he yelled at you and snapped at you, told you to stop talking for some fucking reason that he still couldn’t find the proper explanation for… and he made you cry. so much. your usual sweet honeyed voice you spoke to him with long gone since that day.

and he missed you. more than anything.

“you stupid—” throw “self absorbed—” throw “asshole—” throw “narcissistic—” throw—

“okay that’s enough that’s enough!”

yuji pulled your best friend back as she chucked towel after towel at megumi following one of their practices, her absolutely fuming.

he took every hit, not bothering to dodge. he deserved it.

“she told me what you did—” she shook herself away from yuji’s grip. “what the hell is the matter with you? how could you yell at her like that on the field? when all she’s ever done is love you—”

“i know.” megumi mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “i know i’m really sorry. i regret it.”

“fuck yeah you should,” she scoffed. “that woman’s been cooped up every day in her room bawling her eyes out over you!”

yuji nodded sadly, and megumi let out a pained breath as he closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands, propping his elbows on his knees, leaning forward.

“fuck me…”

“yeah fuck you—”

“okay! okay. he’s already down let him bleed out.” yuji muttered to her as he rubbed his hands over her arms soothingly, an attempt at calming her down.

he looked at him. “megumi, you and i both know that she understands you were frustrated that day. the both of you. if you just talk to her—”

“you think i haven’t tried?” megumi picked his head up, and the both of them froze at the way his eyes glossed over.

“i’ve— i’ve called her, i’ve texted her, i drove by her house but she’s never there, fuck i even went to her campus at seven in the morning but couldn’t find her.”

he took his cap off and roughly rubbed over his eyes again.

your best friend sighed then after a moment, slowly stepping forward and sitting down next to him on the bench.

“she’ll come around megumi.” she mumbled. “just give her some time. i know it’s hard, but she really really loves you.” she sighed deeply. “she’ll come around.”

megumi nodded solemnly, and yuji stepped forward, patting his shoulder.

“you okay man?”

he nodded again.

missed phone calls, lagging dry texts, and last minute cancellations from you all happened for a week straight.

and when the time finally came for the league championships, megumi wanted nothing more than for you to be there as he stared at his messy fucking locker when prepping for the game— another reminder that you hadn’t been around, and another reminder that you wouldn’t be here tonight to see him, something he completely did not blame you for.

luckily, the league championship game was at their home base once more, and as the crowd got settled to watch, energies heightened as the players all got settled over the field to play ball— megumi shook the nerves from his body as he focused with the game, and you, on his mind like a religion.

and as the game ran on with the team scoring run after run, another win was blatantly obvious for them— megumi entirely unaware of your presence that was watching him the entire time in the stands.

you couldn’t help yourself. you needed to be there to watch him, needed to see him take home another achievement like that, regardless of where you both stood as you watched from just above the v.i.p section, shivering like an idiot because you forgot to bring a jacket after deciding to wear a flowy tube top for the day, but excited for him nonetheless.

you didn’t tell a single soul you were coming, not even your best friend as you just wanted to see megumi again before running off into the shadows of your embarrassing despair, missing him like fucking crazy and nearly sobbing when you saw him walk out on the field at the start, but even more emotional to the fact that they were actually going to move on to the world series by the looks of it.

and the crowd hollered eventually as the speakers blasted megumi’s teams signature song—

finalizing their spot in the world series.

your eyes glowed as you watched his team run up on the field and tackle each other down, literally rolling in the dirt as you giggled to yourself— sighing contently and about to turn and walk out of the stadium to go home when a strong rough hand wrapped around your bare upper arm.

“you’re fushiguro’s girl! aren’t you?”

you snapped your head up and saw someone you recognized as one of megumi’s crew members for the team, and you relaxed, trusting him.

“oh! yeah i am!”

“sweet! i just got hired to be on the crew a couple of weeks ago.”

“that’s great!” you answered politely, smiling. “how is—”

“listen i was wondering if i could get any tickets to the world series from you?”

what.

“um—” your eyes darted around awkwardly. “for— for the world series?—”

“yeah! i took this job so i could get some but apparently i need to be working longer than three weeks. dumb.”

you gnawed at the inside of your cheek as your eyes drifted downward to your arm.

he still hadn’t let go.

“oh i’m sorry.” you mumbled. “i could— i could maybe get you one? one for sure!”

he shook his head. “shit sorry, i need like five.”

“five?!” you gawked. “i can’t get you five i’m really sorry… i can only maybe get you one.”

his eyes narrowed. “why not? you’re fushiguro’s girl are you not?”

“yes but what does that have to do with me getting you tickets to the world series?” you spoke nervously, trying to put on a brave front as his height literally towered over you.

“why don’t you ask him for tickets? he’s literally megumi fushiguro i’m sure he can cough up some—”

you scoffed.

“i’m not gonna ask him anything for you just because you want to use me to get tick—”

“so then what the fuck are you with him for?” his grip tightened around your arm as he pulled you a little, and you winced.

“let go of me!—”

megumi considered himself a relatively calm person throughout his life.

he knew he had his explosive rude moments here and there, him also accidentally offending people unknowingly with his words, but that behavior only stayed on the field as it pertained to the game at hand or with baseball itself, his life outside of that a treasured tranquil one as he spent his days with you and only you, something he looked forward to every waking moment since the day he met you.

but as he heard your little voice through the yelling of the crowd, instantly recognizing it and picking up on its distressed demeanor— his body did a full one-eighty as his eyes frantically searched for you through the mass of people.

and once he did spot you? your breathtaking little self being manhandled by some fucking moron who had his hand around your upper arm?

he didn’t consider himself a relatively calm person anymore.

megumi quickly snatched his cap off and passed it to a confused yuji and your best friend, sprinting at the speed of light across the field and to the fence of the v.i.p. section before hoisting himself up and climbing, jumping over once he reached the top and landing on the stands— him running up a few steps before finally reaching you and tearing the guy off.

“get the fuck off.”

he gently pushed you behind him, his chest heaving.

“the shit are you doing hurting her arm like that for huh?!” megumi stepped forward.

“hey! hey i’m sorry man i— i didn’t know i was hurting her—”

“sure you fucking did she was literally telling you to let go and you were throwing her around like—”

“megumi please—”

“are you part of the crew?”

“y—yeah?”

“you’re gone. you’re fired you’re—”

“wait i’m sorry! i was just trying to get tickets to the world series—”

megumi’s eyes blew open, wild and infuriated.

“that’s why you were grabbing her like that? you were harrassing her for some fucking ticke— you know what—”

megumi stepped forward before you could stop him as he reeled his fist back and knocked him straight in the jaw, the guy stumbling back a bit and the crowd gasping before megumi spun around and grabbed your legs, throwing you over his shoulder.

“get the fuck out of my way.”

the small crowd that stuck around for the altercation parted with no questions asked, his long legs striding over across the exit and to the teams now vacant locker room— kicking the door open before gently setting you down on your feet.

he ran his hands over your soft hair frantically as he grabbed your cheeks and checked you over, your teary doe eyes breaking him apart.

“hey are you okay? are you fine?”

megumi let go of your face and gently lifted your upper arm, his eyes hardening at the purple forming bruise from that dickwads hand.

“he’s gone he’s gone—”

you lunged and wrapped your arms around his waist tightly as he started to charge back out, pulling him back.

“no! stop it’s okay you already hit him i think he got the message.” you mumbled, letting him go.

megumi turned to you then, his eyes softening over your timid sad frame as you played with your fingers, gaze down.

“y/n.”

“hm?”

he frowned.

“can you please look at me.”

you listened reluctantly and peered up at him.

he exhaled. “baby i— i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry for everything that i said to you that night. i meant none of it. nothing. i was just angry at myself and stressed and stupid and i hate that i talked to you like that and took it out on you. you didn’t deserve that at all.”

you hurriedly wiped your silent tears— nodding, but saying nothing.

he leaned down to look at you at eye level.

“are you okay?”

you nodded again and sniffled.

“talk baby.” he pleaded with you gently, eyes sad. “tell me, please.”

you cowered a little as you finally broke into tiny sobs, your hands hovering over your face to hide your tears as he placed his big hands on your upper arms, megumi feeling like he just got run over by an entire military tank at the sight of you crying because of him.

“i—i’m sorry i yelled at you—” you hiccuped. “i was so mean and i f—feel really bad—”

“baby why are you apologizing?” he shook his head. “it’s me it’s all me i’m the one who was mean to you—”

“no but—” you sniffled. “you were just stressed from the game like you said and that’s fine i should’ve been more aware. i didn’t mean to upset you with me talking—”

“oh pretty baby..” he breathed out, agonizingly, megumi literally beating himself up. “remember when i said one time you were too nice for your own good?”

you nodded.

“this is one of those moments. you should be yelling at me and throwing things at me like your best friend did.”

your eyebrows furrowed as you sniffled. “she— she did?”

“she did.” he nodded. “rightfully so.”

you giggled a little, and he smiled softly.

“i’m sorry i distanced myself the way i did…” you mumbled, a waterfall of tears coming down again. “i just thought that i was a distraction and— and i wanted you to focus.”

“a distraction?” he murmured. “y/n you are never a distraction.”

“no but at the end of the day i was…” you sobbed. “you need to be there for your team you have—“ hic! “you have responsibilities and i don’t want you to put me above that and— and keep hanging out with me when you have so much to do—”

“something you need to understand is that i’m replaceable.” he cut you off, tone firm. “the minute they find some other dude that’s way better than me and quicker than me and they draft his ass over to the team? they are going to replace me faster than you will ever think. that’s just the way jobs are. i’m replaceable no matter how much you wanna think it’s not true.”

he shook his head, his face pained. “but you are not. you’re not fucking replaceable there is no other you. you are my life now baby. yes my career is a priority, but so are you, and i would rather them replace me than lose you entirely.”

he wiped the tears from your cheeks, your doe eyes wide.

“i appreciate that you care so much and you support me and that you want me to devote all of my time to only this— you’re an angel on earth for all of that… but as your man i’m telling you that all of my time is devoted to you now, not just baseball.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him closer to you, tight, him immediately reciprocating and snaking his arms around your waist.

he could finally breathe.

“do you understand?” he murmured softly, rubbing his hands over your back soothingly.

you nodded.

“but you can’t— wear yourself out like you did okay?” you sniffled. “you can’t let them push you and tire you out… and please listen when we say for you to rest…”

“i know i’m sorry. i’ll listen next time baby i promise.”

“i get you trying to improve for yourself and push your limits… but— but there’s a difference between wanting to better your play and straight up wearing yourself down.”

you pulled back a little to look at him, wiping your tears and hiccuping. “and i worry man… i worry so much because i—“ hic! “i love you and i always think about if you’re eating right or— or getting enough sleep—”

his heart literally melted as he felt the remains of it ooze and spread all over his body and insides, your pure sweet concerns tugging at him and turning him into absolute putty before you.

he tightened his grip around your waist and lifted you, gently rocking your bodies as you sniffled and cried, his eyes screwed shut and feeling every possible emotion a human being could ever feel… but feeling love most of all.

love for you. love for who you are.

megumi kissed your wet cheek delicately and let his lips linger there as he spoke.

“i’m in love with you…” he murmured. “i hope you know that.”

your heart fluttered and you nodded, a little smile playing at your face.

“i’m in love with you too gumi.” you hummed, pressing a sweet kiss of your own to his cheek.

he set you back down and cupped your cheeks, slowly leaning in and pressing light tender kisses to your lips, his mouth completely savoring over the taste of yours as he had been deprived of them for a freaking week— feeling like his dried up soul had been rejuvenated and made anew.

and you felt the same way… because you deepened the kiss, picked up the pace, pulled him closer until his chest was flush against yours and your hot breaths were mixed together in a misty cloud, megumi breathing heavily through his nose as he ran his needy desperate hands over your delicious body.

he trailed wet open mouthed kisses on your cheek, jaw, and all the way down to the side of your exposed neck, his hand supporting the other side as he feverishly licked a slow long stripe of spit up your neck with his rough tongue, your fists gripping the sides of his jersey as he nibbled and bit, his lips finally coming to enclose and suck around a certain spot as your breath hitched at how frenzied and sloppy he was being, drool practically running down your neck as he ravished, bit, and sucked over multiple areas.

you shoved your hands down his pants suddenly, and he choked in surprise as his hips thrusted forward, your fingers pumping and palming his hardened cock slowly as his breath shuddered against your neck.

“baby...” he murmured.

“hm?”

“how would you feel if i turned on the shower and fucked my cock in your pretty little cunt for a bit in there huh?…”

a needy whimper slipped past your lips against his ear, and he grew weak.

“is that okay—”

“more than okay—”

you squealed as he wasted no time in picking you up again and walking over to the showers, the both of you clumsily tearing off your clothes as megumi fumbled with the shower switch until luke warm water spritzed from above— entrapping the both of you in a humid trance as megumi squeezed your bare thighs and ushered you to jump, you doing so immediately and wrapping your legs around his waist.

he stepped in and literally slammed the shower door shut, the two of you giggling a little as the soothing water washed over your panting bodies, the sight of his handsome bright face making your cheeks flush and bury your face in his neck in response.

he chuckled softly, gently setting your back against the wet tile wall before kissing you again and again, his mouth messy against your puffy lips as he tried to drink up all that you gave him, the tip of his cock slipping past your folds and brushing against your swollen clit— each time making you squeak and jump.

you didn’t care about anything, your mind reeling and just wanting megumi’s dick inside of you as soon as possible, knowing that you’d never really had sex before and literally not giving a single shit because it was him— someone you trusted the most out of anyone in your life, and someone you wanted to give your all to no matter the circumstance.

he lined his fat tip then against your drooling hole.

“wait! wait the door—“ you gripped his shoulders for support. “the door did you lock it?”

“nope.”

megumi pushed his cock in slowly and gently, your choked gasps and moans echoing inside the shower as his head fell to rest in the crook of your hickey covered neck, him groaning in ecstasy as your gummy warm pussy strangled his dick to the tightest degree, already previously so wet and gushy that it thankfully barely hurt you at all as he bottomed out.

“fuuuckk— you’re warm.” he murmured, gripping your hips like a vice and softly caressing his thumb against your slippery skin to soothe you— hoping (but not really), you’d maybe release the clutch your pussy had on his dick to stop him from already shooting his cum all over your insides like a loser.

he slowly drew his hips back and fucked into you again, you jolting at the force as you fumbled to keep your grip steady on his shoulders, his cock fucking thick and massive as his little curve poked deliciously at your cervix, him gradually increasing his pace as you shuddered over the quick pat pat pat’s echoing through the walls.

“g—gumiii..” you whined.

“what baby?” he mumbled breathlessly, his eyes glued to where his dick connected with your hole as it slipped in and out lewdly, your pussy literally squelching and screaming for him with your bouncing tits in his face that made him clench his jaw in self restraint— trying his hardest not to fucking ram into you like nothing and take you.

“y—you’re biigg!” you hiccuped, your little gasps of breath enticing droplets of cum to leak out of his tip and ooze out of your little wet folds, megumi moaning at your words.

“yeah?” pat pat pat— “s’too much for you baby?”

he picked up the pace, on purpose as he meanly bounced you on his cock and shot his hips up against your pussy, his big heavy balls slapping against your ass and making your eyes fucking cross at the feeling.

“tell me you love me.” he panted. “now.”

“i—“ hic! “i love you—”

megumi grabbed your cheeks with his fingers and mushed them together, grinning deviously at the way your pouty lips pushed out cutely.

“how much.”

“s—so- ah!— so much gumi—”

“more— shit!” he choked, a particular squeeze from your abused cunt almost making him finish. “m— more than anything?”

slap slap slap—

“y—yes!—” you could barely even speak due to the erotic hold he had on your face. “i love you i love you i love—”

you squealed as he let go of your face, gave into his desires and rammed into you, both hands on your bruised hips as he gave your pussy no room to breathe with how fast he was shoving his fat cock inside of you, pounding and pummeling into your guts as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt your release build up in your tummy.

“why were you asking me about the door earlier huh?” he panted. “you don’t want anyone to see how much of a” thrust! “slut you are? your legs spread for me like this and your pretty pussy creaming on my dick?”

you whined and moaned so fucking loudly, it ringing through megumi’s ears like a wicked symphony.

he pinched your nipple when you didn’t respond.

“answer me.”

thrust thrust thrust—

“n—no i didn’t!”

“no?”

he gripped your neck and sloppily ran his mouth over yours, feeling his cum on the brink of shooting out.

“m’gonna cum inside.”

“in— mmphf!— inside?”

“you don’t want it?” he let go of your neck. “cause i won’t give it to you if you don’t want it—”

“i do i do!” you scrambled and cupped his cheeks, bringing his lips back in and kissing him messily.

“give it to me gumi please!—“ hic! “eeekkk!”

hot sticky cum pumped out of his tip and into your gushy walls, your high making your toes curl as you creamed around his heavy cock feverishly, megumi’s entire body fucking shivering at the way your pussy felt like it was entirely made and molded for him.

he softly pumped himself inside and out of you, his mouth hung open in a daze as he watched his white cum slide out of your pretty hole and over his still connected dick, gently easing out after a minute and carefully setting you back down— not completely though, as he knew you’d be sore as he leaned most if not all of your body weight against him.

you held each other in a tight embrace then, your heavy breaths trying to find its normal rhythm as the warm water continued to cascade down your bodies, comfortingly.

“why don’t we have sex more often...” you mumbled.

he laughed softly, pecking the side of your head. “i was waiting for you to tell me baby. i didn’t want to pressure you.”

“i was waiting for you to tell me.” you emphasized. “i didn’t want to jump on you and just violate you—”

megumi’s chest vibrated as he laughed again, a cute boyish one that made you bite your lip.

“violate me?” he murmured, an amused smile on his face. “i’d want you to.”

“yeah?” you tilted your head, and his cheeks grew hot.

“yeah.”

finally you and megumi were in sync again, going back into each other’s routines as if the week long hiccup never happened, the both of you officially unraveling the aching knots in your chests that you hauled for seven tormenting days straight— together and attached to the hip once again as he started picking you up for your seven am classes every morning like before, you going to his practices straight after, and spending your hours sleeping in his dark cozy room this time around, snoring your little life away so megumi could recover.

and eventually, the world series arrived.

“my camera! my camera! my digital one did i bring it?!”

you flipped your purse upside down and dumped all of your things on the floor— your lip combo, compact mirror, snacks, random receipts, and small perfume bottle rolling around on the ground until your digital camera was finally in view.

your best friend cackled as she crouched down and helped you pick up your things. “you were taking pictures up megumi’s nose on the two hour drive over here yes you brought it—”

“i know i forgot i’m so nervous what if they lose what if someone fumbles what if—”

you both stood as you rambled on and she placed both of her hands on your shoulders, shaking you. “calm down! they’ll be fine! win or lose they still made it to the world series!”

the crowd roared much like the past two games, except much heavier, louder, more drilling as the music drummed through your body, the air windy but refreshing, and high pitched whistles echoing from around the stadium as everyone anticipated for the biggest game of the season.

you had lost count how many different news stations were here broadcasting the game, how many reporters you saw scrambling across the field trying to interview certain players— you too busy taking pictures of every single little thing and the both of you reapplying your lip liners over a million fucking times— even flagging down a crew member so you could take a picture with just your best friend, your backs to the camera showcasing the last names of your boyfriend’s on your jersey’s.

and when the game officially commenced and the players all went out on the field— megumi and his team did what they always do best, taking control of the scoreboard and earning runs like chump change as they worked professionally to take the trophy home, you constantly snapping pictures of megumi that your digital camera ran out of fucking storage before you even got the shot that you wanted.

eventually after a while of playing, it was megumi’s turn to hit.

“fuck! record for me please record! my camera ran out of storage oh my god use my phone please i love you—”

your best friend laughed as she took your phone from you and did what you asked, your hands on the railing and leaning over it as you anxiously watched him walk up to home plate and take position.

but instead of doing his usual faux swings and repositioned footing, megumi stepped to the side and turned his bat downward, you unable to tell what he was doing as his frame was blocking, his arm moving in various directions before he stepped back again on the home plate and repositioned himself.

your eyes trailed to the ground.

megumi had carved your initials in the dirt.

your girl friend gasped and cooed. “y/nnn!”

as megumi now did his faux swings, your bottom lip only wobbled as your eyes stayed trained to the carvings in the dirt, your heart skipping a thousand beats per minute as the thought of megumi thinking about you out there during one of the most important nights of his life, made you question repeatedly how you ever landed a man like him when all you do is talk and cry.

hit!

your eyes snapped up and you quickly wiped the corners of your eyes, megumi already running across the first two bases as the crowd roared.

“bring it home fushiguro!”

several of his teammates were cheering him on from the dugout, megumi running four runs with just one fucking hit?—

a grand slam.

and suddenly you were taken back to the day you noticed megumi for the first time, just like now with your doe eyes wide and cheeks pink, recognizing the only piece of baseball terminology you knew besides a home run.

except then he was just a stranger you were hopelessly in love with that knew how to play ball like no other.

now though, he’s a man you couldn’t ever imagine your life without. and you didn’t want to.

so as the game reached nine innings, megumi’s team running on the field in a bundle of absolute tears and yells and hollers that they won the world fucking series, all clustering together as they hoisted several players up on their shoulders, including megumi—

you and your best friend instantly booked it down there in a fit of tears.

you had no time to get your personal belongings together as you sprinted across the field like your life fucking depended on it towards megumi— him being put down by his teammates and him frantically looking around after until he spotted you, the brightest smile spreading across his face as he chucked his cap to the side and opened his arms out wide for you.

you jumped in and he spun you around, holding you tight as the screaming crowd surrounding you drowned itself out as you cried into megumi’s neck.

he pulled back, panting.

“did you see how i did a grand slam?”

you nodded rapidly.

“i did it because i knew its the only thing you would recognize!” he yelled over the noise. “so you would feel included when we won!”

oh my god.

he still remembered when you told him that?

“guummiii! how did you even calculate that?!” you cried harder, and he laughed as he spread tiny kisses all over your teary face, his eyes glimmering with absolute unadulterated happiness and bliss, the reality of having the two things he wanted most in life settling into his mind.

megumi didn’t really have a stance on religion— whether the factor is real or not something he didn’t really care about nor mind as he simply just chose to live.

but as he held you on the field, you crying for him and embracing him the way that you were, kissing him the way that you were, megumi only wanted to be covered in your favor. megumi only wanted to devote his entire life to you.

megumi only wanted to believe in you.

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[kisakunt]

BABY TRAP? LIKE THE MOVIE WITH THE TWINS?

description… you two are meant to be. sealed by fate, star crossed lovers. you’ll keep each other around however you need to.

warnings… dark content! baby trapping! noncon! obviously they’re being baby trapped they say something trying to stop it. consensual sex. full penetrative sex.

a word from the writer… i’ve had this in the drafts for aWHILE. it’s about time. do yall still read dc? i’ll never stop supplying… are we too woke now?!

TRAPS YOU

you’re hot under him, and he’s making that face he always makes right before he cums. it’s like repetition; eyes blanked out, mouth ajar but not fully open, brows furrowed like he’s desperate— and it’s scary.

“baby,” the word is cut in two with how fast he’s going, tease of pain as he hilts into your cervix with every thrust. “baby, you’re not wearing a condom.” your voice is uneasy, shaky from the movement and pleasure and build up. you think, in a way, the way you have sex is unfair. he gives you so much, orgasm after orgasm, rubbing your clit as he drills you to the point you go fucking stupid.

you feel safe with him. sex is sacred with him, no matter how sick it gets. but right now, with your calves pressed into his shoulders, his hands pushing your thighs impossibly back, you feel uneasy.

“baby, baby, pull out.” he gasps, sweat dripping down right near your eyes as a shaky groan escapes him.

“fuck,” a chaste kiss to your forehead, a shakiness in his movements, an unmatched rhythm as he gets closer and closer. “fuck. oh my, god. you feel so fucking good— so fuckin’ good.”

and so does he. but you’re scared.

“you’re gonna make such a good mommy, gonna be such a good mama. gonna— gonna give you my babies. gonna get you pregnant, gonna make you mine.”

“hey, wait,” your hands raise to his chest but he hits that angle that makes your eyes roll and they fall back. it feels so good you almost don’t care. “baby, baby, baby stop. baby, you gotta pull out.”

“you’re gonna be such a good mommy. gonna give you my kids. gonna give you my kids.” and it’s instant. it’s before you can even think— if you could anyway— it’s pressed so deep in you you betray yourself and cum, too.

he places his head to yours, kisses you greedy and whole, and whines into your mouth. it’s him, it’s real, it’s love. but— and you know this— it’s something so wrong.

“did you just…?” and before you can finish your question, he’s regaining his rhythm, fucking his cum into you with a half hard dick. it’s precise, it’s calculated, it’s intention.

he looks at you, eyes wide, breath heavy, and gives you a little grin. “gonna keep fucking you even when you’re pregnant, baby. gonna make sure i can keep you all to myself.”

GOJO, GETO, SUKUNA, YUJI

GETS TRAPPED

your legs hurt. you’ve been on top for all of thirty minutes, which you have no one to blame other than yourself. you love to edge him, love to get him so close and then take it all away from him. you think it gets him a little addicted.

but right now, as he squirms under you, losing every ounce of masculinity he’s ever had, something takes over you.

“gonna cum,” it’s breathless, short and sweet. “oh shit, i’m gonna cum.” you think he must think you’re edging him again. you think he’s expecting you to slow down, stop all together, pick up off him fully for ten or so seconds and then slam back down.

but you pick up the pace, grinding your hips into his, hitting his pelvic bone with your own as your hands grip at his pecs.

“wait, are you—” he falls apart under you, voice failing him, body failing him, hands only finding the strength to grip at your hips. “baby girl, i’m gonna cum.”

it’s melodic, tactile and articulate, a steady flow of bounces while your squelch fills the room.

“sweetheart, you gotta stop.” your right hand lifts from his chest to his mouth, shoving your fingers between his lips while he groans. he’s so easy to you, for you, because of you.

and then you feel it, milk it, relish in it— the way he comes undone at your touch, loses himself deep inside you. you don’t say a word about it, don’t think about it too much as you press your wet fingers to your stomach.

it’s a quiet giggle as reality washes over him. he looks cute, you can’t help but realize, panic and flushed under you. you’re sure of it then; he’s gonna be a sexy dad.

MEGUMI, NANAMI, CHOSO, TOJI

[gumii-bearr]

megumi doesn’t like pda. he’s a private person, he likes to keep intimate things to himself.

that is until the two of you started dating.

you decided to keep your relationship a secret, wanting to move slow and spend quality time together, just the two of you, before everyone else knew and would inevitably tease you.

you’re at a restaurant, sitting next to megumi and occasionally bumping shoulders, but not too much that your friends and upperclassmen get suspicious.

you’re talking to nobara and maki about training and classes among other things when you feel megumi’s hand curl over yours on your lap from under the table.

you don’t react at first, just continuing your conversation.

then megumi slips his fingers under your palm, turning your hand over to lace his fingers with yours.

it’s a bold move for megumi fushiguro.

you smile, turning your head slightly to glance at your secret boyfriend and finding him listening to yuji ramble on as he and yuta listen half-heartedly.

megumi squeezes your hand.

you squeeze back.

[daughterhouse]

laying in bed with megumi, your head resting on his chest as you watch him scroll through his phone. every now and then he will scroll past a video he wants to watch and you'll bug him until he scrolls back up so you can see it—mostly all the cat videos that he gets on his explore page now that you're always sending them to him.

but he keeps shifting, almost like he's uncomfortable. and because you don't want to hurt him with your weight on top of him, when he shifts for the fifth time in less than ten minutes, you pop your chin up on his chest and look at him.

"am i too heavy?" you ask, and megumi furrows his eyebrows.

"what? no."

"you keep moving. are you uncomfy? is it because of—"

megumi shuts you up with the roll of his eyes. his jaw ticks in the way it does when he's biting his words back, and he looks up at the roof. with each breath he takes, you can feel his heart thrum in his chest just a little bit faster.

"i just... like being close to you, is all. and i don't know how to ask for what i want."

you prop yourself up a little and swing your leg over megumi to straddle his waist. his hands instinctively find your waist, and you're brushing his spiky hair up and off his forehead before pressing a gentle kiss to it.

"wha—"

"that's what you want, right?" you wiggle your eyebrows, peppering kisses over his cheeks, nose, jaw, chin... "to be kissed so much you can't breathe!"

you attack megumi with so many kisses that his attempts to push you off him become futile, and he's left to scrunch up his nose and take the brunt of your desire to smooch. he grumbles, acts like he was going to ask to go get food or something, but you catch the way his cheeks flush and he starts to laugh alongside you.

you really need to teach that boy how to ask for a kiss.

[bunnigumi]

─ A LITTLE BIT HARDER NOW!

WHEN HE PULLS BACK theres drool collecting at the corner of your mouth. You're red in the face, eyes averting in shame 'cause you really do like it when he presses on your tummy like that.

cw. megumi x reader , stomach bulge , tummy pressing , size kink

Right now, Megumi has his grab on your thighs, blunt nails digging into soft flesh, thumbs circling pink bites on the inner sides. It's a routine that's starting to become familiar. Your hips are slightly lifted up from the bed, and he really cant explain why, but when he can see the outline of his dick through your stomach, he absolutely loses it.

You were horrified at the sight when you first saw it, but Megumi on the other hand? He was turned on the most he's been in his entire life.

He just loves pressing on the bulge in your little tummy. Its addicting—watching you squirm and whine and protest with little results. Seeing the way you cant decide if you want to stray from his touch or arch further into it. Loving how big his dick is compared to you.

"Fuck baby," he breathes out in awe. "See that? Feel it? Can you feel my cock deep inside you?" He groans as he pulls out all the way just to slam back into you, starting a fast, rough pace that doesn't seem to let up and makes the sound of sticky arousal totally embarrassing.

A hand retreats from where it's holding up your thigh to grab one of your own hands, wrestling the grip you have on crumpled sheets and guiding it down to your stomach.

"Wha- nghh, M'gumi, don't—!" A long, drawn out moan escapes your lips before the rest of your complaint can. Your hand is trembling, and too weak to escape his grab.

"C'mon sweet girl, don't you like how full I can make you feel?" He coos.

Your head falls to the side, attempting to push your face into the soft pillows, "N-noo... feels so weird..." The drawn out nature of your words make you sound unsure. Megumi doesn't believe that you don't like it, because oh, he knows you do.

"Awwh... you sure you don't like it, baby?" He says, faux innocence laced in his sweet tone. You pout. You know what he's doing to you, and hes so wrong for it. He leans in closer, tilting his head, teasing you so you get all embarrased—hot and flustered. "I should just pull out then if it's too much."

You shake your head so fast you almost get dizzy, unable to form any coherent words. Only small uh-uh's make it past your moans.

It's too hot. Megumi is so, very close to you right now. You're able to feel the radiating warmth of his body, his breath against your ear. With the added weight of his teasing, it becomes far too invading. You bury your face deeper into the pillows.

When you get like that, the heat always pressures you into spilling whatever you don't want to say—always. You make for a terrible, terrible liar.

"What about when I do it like this?" You face him again with curiosity. Your brows are furrowed, sweat beads down your hairline. Glossy eyes search his face in confusion in the cutest way ever before dilating in panic.

He adds more pressure and forces your hand harder onto your stomach, closing the little distance seperating the two of you to kiss you sloppily. You make a noise of shock, whining as he continues to knead your hand onto it.

Your cries melt back into the sound of pleasure, moaning into the kiss, your whining dying down.

When he pulls back theres drool collecting at the corner of your mouth. You're red in the face, eyes averting in shame 'cause you really do like it when he presses on your tummy like that. "Tell me how much you love it," he taunts.

When you're like this, you're able to feel all of him. Able feel every single thrust just grazing your cervix, senses going into overdrive as you subconsiously stop trying to fight his hold on your hand with the little to no strength you were using to begin with.

"I, hahh, love it! Love your cock s-so much! Feel so full... hah- aah—!" With one last thrust, your back arches, core unraveling around his length. Walls tightening, spasming in a way that makes Megumi spill all his praises. As your chest heaves heavily, your abdomen flexes and tightens, revealing the silhouette of your boyfriend's cock stuffed inside of you even clearer now.

The corner of his mouth quirks up in pride, "I bet you do, baby. I fuckin' bet."

He really should start doing this more often.

[ofourlee]

megumi x reader

"i want a kiss."

"no."

megumi let out a scoff, feigning being offended by your response

"no? you're denying me a simple kiss? that's cold."

megumi turned his head slightly, crossing his arms across his chest with a huff, his lower lip sticking out in a slight pout.

"gumi,"

he continued to sulk, his back facing you as he laid on his side. he was stubbornly refusing to look at you

"meg—"

"you're so mean to me. you're not even calling me baby anymore."

you slightly chuckle

"baby, can you look at me? pretty please?"

but to no avail.

you wrap your arms around him and kisses his cheek from behind. leaving occasional pecks on the corner of his lips.

"i was kidding, let me see your handsome face, baby."

megumi, still stubbornly facing away from you, huffed a small sigh before reluctantly facing your way.

"what?"

"are you done sulking?"

"yes, i'm done sulking," he admitted, his voice low and sincere. "in fact, i think i've been teased long enough. now, give me my kiss please."