#Megumi x reader | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

s4kura-tr3 · 2 days ago

Note

Hiya! Back, back again >:)

I was thinking about JJK men with an anxious reader? (I’ve personally been super anxious cause I’ve been sick and get SUPER anxious while I’m idle, especially with the ADHD simply- not letting me, so I’ve been thinking about it :P)

If you do this, thanks so much!! If you don’t, that’s totally cool too!! Have a fantastic day/night!! :D <3

(Sorry for the slow post, school has been kicking my butt..🥲)

Gojo satoru — You sat at the corner of the café, the soft hum of conversations and clinking coffee cups around you doing little to quiet the buzzing thoughts in your head. Your fingers tapped against the ceramic of your untouched drink, and your leg bounced under the table as your eyes darted around the room.

“Are you waiting for someone?” a familiar, cheerful voice chirped from above you.

Your head snapped up, startled. There he was—Gojo Satoru, all six feet three inches of him, leaning over the back of the chair across from you, his trademark sunglasses sliding slightly down his nose to reveal his brilliant blue eyes.

“I—I didn’t think you’d come,” you stammered, your cheeks flushing.

“Didn’t think I’d come? I wouldn’t miss a date with you for the world!” He grinned, sitting down without invitation. “Though, I’m offended you underestimated my charm.”

His playful teasing made you smile, even as your heart continued its anxious rhythm. “I-I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought…maybe you’d have something better to do.”

Gojo’s expression softened, his usually smug demeanor replaced with something more sincere. He rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward, close enough that you could see the faint scar just beneath his glasses.

“Better than hanging out with the most captivating person in this city? Nope,” he said, his voice gentle now. “Besides, I promised you last time that I’d be here. I don’t break promises, you know.”

You swallowed hard, glancing down at your cup. “I just…sometimes I think you’ll realize I’m not worth it. I’m not like you, Satoru. I’m not confident or fearless. I overthink everything, and sometimes I can’t even breathe because it all feels like too much.”

Gojo’s hand reached out across the table, covering yours. His touch was warm, grounding. “Hey,” he said softly, “first of all, you’re allowed to feel like that. Life can be overwhelming, and I get it. But don’t ever think you’re not worth my time. You’re worth everything, okay?”

Your eyes widened, and he continued, his thumb lightly brushing the back of your hand. “You don’t have to be like me. You don’t have to be anyone but yourself. And if your brain gets too loud sometimes, that’s okay. I’ve got the loudest brain ever, so I know how it feels.” He grinned, trying to ease the tension.

A small laugh escaped you, and he beamed. “See? There’s that smile. You’re braver than you think, you know. Just showing up here today? That takes guts. And lucky for you, you’ve got me to help when things feel heavy. You don’t have to do it alone.”

His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, chasing away some of the weight in your chest. You let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Thank you, Satoru.”

“Anytime,” he said, leaning back in his chair. Then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he added, “Now, let’s get some cake. You can’t be anxious when there’s cake. It’s scientifically impossible.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin spreading across your face. “Fine. But you’re paying.”

“For you? Always.”

Geto Suguru — The evening was quiet, the kind of stillness that made your thoughts louder than you wanted them to be. You sat on the couch in your small apartment, knees pulled to your chest as your mind raced with worries—about work, about people, about things that didn’t even make sense anymore.

The knock on your door startled you, and you hesitated before standing. You didn’t need to check to know who it was. He always had this perfect timing, as if he could sense when you needed him most.

When you opened the door, there he stood: Geto Suguru, dressed in his usual black robe-like outfit, his long dark hair tied neatly behind him. He held a small bag in one hand and gave you a gentle smile.

“I figured you hadn’t eaten yet,” he said softly, stepping inside as you moved aside. “So I brought your favorite.”

You blinked at him, warmth blooming in your chest despite the anxious haze clouding your thoughts. “You didn’t have to—”

“Shh.” He held up a finger, his expression teasing but kind. “I wanted to. Sit down, and I’ll set it up for you.”

You followed his instructions without protest, sinking back onto the couch as Geto moved around the kitchen like he’d been there a thousand times before. The smell of the food he brought began to fill the space, grounding you in the present.

When he finally joined you, he placed the neatly arranged meal on the coffee table, but his focus remained on you. “Rough day?” he asked, his voice as calm as always.

You bit your lip, your hands twisting in your lap. “It’s just…everything. I feel like I can’t keep up, like I’m always messing something up, and it just won’t stop.”

Geto’s brows furrowed slightly, but his expression wasn’t pitying—it was understanding. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face before letting his hand rest lightly on your shoulder.

“I know how that feels,” he said quietly. “When it feels like the world is closing in, and you can’t catch your breath. It’s exhausting, isn’t it?”

You nodded, surprised at how easily he seemed to understand.

“But,” he continued, his thumb tracing comforting circles against your shoulder, “you don’t have to face it all at once. It’s okay to take things slow. One step at a time, one thought at a time. And if it gets too overwhelming, you’ve got me. I’ll carry as much as I can for you.

Tears prickled at your eyes, but you blinked them away. “Why are you so nice to me?”

He chuckled, leaning back slightly. “Because you’re important to me, that’s why. I care about you. And I’ll do whatever I can to remind you that you’re not alone, even when your mind tries to tell you otherwise.”

You let out a shaky breath, the weight on your chest easing just a little. “Thank you, Suguru. For being here.”

“Always,” he said with a soft smile. Then, his eyes lit with a playful glint as he gestured toward the food. “Now eat before I have to feed you myself.”

You laughed, the sound surprising even you. As the two of you settled into a comfortable rhythm—him making jokes to distract you and you letting yourself be pulled into the warmth of his presence—you realized just how much lighter the room felt with him there.

Nanami kento — The soft click of the front door closing echoed through the quiet apartment. You sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the edge of the blanket draped over your lap. The weight in your chest felt immovable, like no amount of deep breaths or distractions could lift it.

“(Y/N), I’m home,” Nanami’s steady voice called from the entryway. His tone was the same as always—calm, measured—but there was an undercurrent of concern beneath it.

“In here,” you managed to reply, your voice quieter than usual.

It didn’t take him long to find you. He stepped into the room, his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up. When his eyes landed on you, his sharp gaze softened instantly.

“Rough day?” he asked, crossing the room and crouching in front of you so you were eye level.

You nodded, avoiding his gaze as your fingers twisted the fabric of the blanket. “It’s…a lot. Everything feels too much. I don’t even know why.”

Nanami tilted his head, studying you for a moment before he reached out to take your hands in his. His grip was firm but gentle, grounding you in the present. “You don’t have to justify it,” he said simply. “Sometimes things feel heavy without a clear reason. That doesn’t make your feelings any less valid.”

Your breath hitched, the calm conviction in his voice making your throat tighten with emotion. “I feel like I’m drowning, Kento. And I’m so tired of feeling like this.”

Nanami’s thumbs rubbed slow circles against your knuckles, his steady movements as comforting as his presence. “You don’t have to face it alone,” he said softly. “I’m here. We’ll take it one step at a time, together.”

You let out a shaky breath, finally meeting his eyes. The weight in your chest didn’t disappear, but the tight knot loosened ever so slightly under his steady gaze.

“Let’s focus on the basics,” he continued, his tone practical but kind. “Have you eaten today?”

You shook your head, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

“Then we’ll start there,” he said firmly, standing and offering you his hand. “Come on. I’ll make something quick, and we’ll sit together. No pressure to talk if you’re not ready.”

You hesitated, but the look on his face—warm, patient, unwavering—made it hard to resist. Taking his hand, you let him guide you into the kitchen.

As he moved around with practiced ease, slicing vegetables and boiling water, he made quiet conversation, nothing too heavy. He told you about a coworker’s antics at the office and how the new bakery he passed had a line around the block. His voice was calm, steady, a soothing balm to your racing thoughts.

When he finally placed the bowl of food in front of you, he sat beside you at the table, his hand resting lightly on your back. “Take your time,” he said, his tone as soft as his touch.

You took a bite, the warmth of the food spreading through you like the comfort of his presence. “Thank you,” you murmured, glancing at him.

His lips curved into a small, rare smile. “You don’t need to thank me. Just remember, no matter how heavy it feels, you’re not alone in carrying it.”

Toji fushiguro — You sat curled up on the couch, arms wrapped tightly around your knees. The TV was on, but the sound was muted—just background noise to fill the heavy silence in your apartment. Your chest felt tight, and no amount of shifting or deep breathing seemed to make it better.

The sound of keys jingling snapped you out of your thoughts. The door opened with a quiet creak, and Toji stepped inside, his broad frame instantly making the small space feel smaller. He kicked off his shoes and tossed his jacket over the back of a chair, his sharp green eyes flicking to you almost immediately.

“You’ve been like this all day, huh?” he asked, his voice low and gruff but not unkind.

You glanced away, embarrassed. “I’m fine,” you mumbled, though your voice cracked on the last word.

Toji let out a short, knowing laugh. “Yeah, that’s convincing.” He walked over, dropping onto the couch beside you with a heavy thud. His body heat radiated toward you, and though he didn’t touch you yet, his presence alone was grounding.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked, leaning back and draping one arm along the back of the couch, his tone softer now.

You hesitated, staring down at your hands. “I don’t know,” you admitted quietly. “Everything just feels…wrong. I can’t stop overthinking, and it’s like no matter what I do, I can’t calm down.”

Toji’s brow furrowed as he watched you, but he didn’t rush you to say more. After a moment, he let out a low sigh and reached out, his rough hand resting on your knee.

“Hey,” he said, his voice steadier now. “First of all, cut yourself some slack. You’re allowed to feel like this. Nobody’s got it all figured out, not even me.”

You glanced at him, raising a skeptical brow. “You sure about that?”

Toji smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m serious. You think I’ve never had nights where I felt like ripping my own damn hair out? Life’s messy, and sometimes it gets too loud up here.” He tapped his temple lightly.

His words caught you off guard. You hadn’t expected him to open up, even a little.

“But,” he continued, giving your knee a gentle squeeze, “you don’t have to deal with it on your own. You’ve got me, and I’m not going anywhere. Got it?”

Your throat tightened, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “I just feel so stupid sometimes. Like I’m making a big deal out of nothing.”

Toji’s expression darkened slightly, his tone firm. “Stop that. Your feelings aren’t stupid, and you’re not a damn burden. If it matters to you, it matters. Don’t let anyone, not even yourself, tell you otherwise.”

His words struck something deep inside you, and before you knew it, you were leaning into him, resting your head on his shoulder. He didn’t hesitate, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The weight on your chest was still there, but it felt a little lighter with his steady presence grounding you.

“Feel like getting some fresh air?” he asked after a while, his voice low and rumbling. “Sometimes a walk helps. If not, we’ll come back, and I’ll make you something to eat. Or we can just sit here, your call.”

You nodded against his shoulder, his straightforwardness cutting through the fog in your mind. “A walk sounds nice.”

Toji stood, pulling you to your feet with ease. He grabbed your coat and handed it to you, his lips quirking into a small grin. “Good. And if anyone so much as looks at you wrong, I’ll take care of it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his dramatic threat, the tension in your chest easing just a little more.

With Toji by your side, the world didn’t feel quite as overwhelming.

Sukuna ryomen — You sat on the floor of your room, back pressed against the wall, trying to breathe through the crushing weight in your chest. Everything felt wrong—your thoughts raced, your heart pounded, and no matter what you tried, the panic refused to let go. You buried your face in your knees, squeezing your eyes shut to keep the tears at bay.

“Oi.”

The familiar deep voice cut through the haze in your mind. You didn’t have to look up to know it was Sukuna. His presence always carried an undeniable weight, like the air itself bent around him.

You didn’t respond. Maybe if you ignored him, he’d leave.

“Are you seriously going to sit there like that?” he said, his tone sharp but lacking its usual venom. You could hear his footsteps as he crossed the room. “You’re better than this.”

You finally lifted your head, glaring at him through tear-filled eyes. “Better than what? Feeling like this? I can’t just make it stop, Sukuna.”

He crouched down in front of you, his crimson eyes narrowing as he studied your face. “Tch. No one said you had to ‘just make it stop.’” His voice was quieter now, almost calm. “But you’re not going to get through it by curling up and letting it win, either.”

You scoffed, turning your head away. “Why do you even care?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he shot back without hesitation. His words were blunt, but his tone softened slightly. “You’re mine. If you think I’m going to let some invisible nonsense bring you down, you’re wrong.”

Your breath hitched, his declaration catching you off guard. Sukuna, of all people, wasn’t exactly known for kindness or concern. Yet here he was, crouched in front of you, his gaze steady and unwavering.

“You don’t have to fight this alone,” he said after a moment, his voice lower now, more controlled. “But you do need to fight it. Let it scream all it wants. Let it throw its punches. Then stand up and remind it who you are.”

His words struck something deep within you, and tears began to fall despite your best efforts. “I don’t know if I can,” you admitted, your voice trembling.

Sukuna sighed, leaning back slightly but staying close. “You can,” he said firmly. “And even if you stumble, I’m here. I’ll drag you back to your feet if I have to.”

You looked up at him, your vision blurred with tears. “You’d really do that?”

He smirked, but it wasn’t as sharp as usual. There was something softer in the way he looked at you. “Of course. Can’t have my little human breaking apart, now can I?”

A shaky laugh escaped you, and Sukuna’s smirk widened slightly. He extended a clawed hand toward you, palm up. “Come on. You’re not staying on the floor all night.”

You hesitated for only a moment before placing your hand in his. His grip was warm and surprisingly gentle as he pulled you to your feet. He didn’t let go immediately, his hand lingering in yours for just a second longer than necessary.

“Better,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You don’t need to be perfect. Just keep moving forward, little one. That’s enough.”

You nodded, his words settling in your chest like a spark of light. With Sukuna beside you, the weight on your shoulders didn’t seem quite as heavy anymore.

Megumi fushiguro — You sat at the edge of your bed, gripping the fabric of your pants as your mind spiraled. Your chest felt tight, and your breaths came shallow, no matter how hard you tried to slow them. You hated this feeling—this overwhelming, suffocating anxiety that left you frozen in place.

A knock at the door broke through your haze

“Hey,” Megumi’s soft, steady voice called from the other side. “Can I come in?”

You hesitated, debating whether to send him away, but before you could answer, the door creaked open just enough for his head to peek through. His dark eyes locked onto yours, scanning your face with quiet concern.

“Thought so,” he said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He didn’t say anything else right away, just walked over and sat beside you on the bed, leaving a small but comforting distance between you.

You stared at the floor, ashamed to even look at him. “I’m fine,” you mumbled, though the tremble in your voice gave you away.

Megumi let out a quiet sigh, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “You don’t have to say that,” he said, his voice calm and even. “I can tell you’re not.”

You bit your lip, feeling the tears start to build. “I hate this,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I hate feeling like I’m stuck in my own head, and I don’t know how to make it stop.”

Megumi glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “You don’t have to figure it out alone,” he said after a moment. “I know it feels like you’re drowning, but you’re not. I’m right here.”

His words made something in your chest ache, and you let out a shaky breath. “I just—I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not,” Megumi said firmly, finally turning to face you. “Don’t even think that. Everyone needs help sometimes. Even me.”

You blinked, looking at him in surprise. “You?”

He gave a small, almost self-deprecating smile. “Yeah. You’ve seen how I can get—shutting people out, trying to deal with everything on my own. It doesn’t work.” He hesitated, his voice softening. “You’ve been there for me before. Let me be here for you now.”

The tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over, and Megumi didn’t hesitate. He scooted closer, his hand reaching out to gently rest on yours. His touch was warm and grounding, steady in a way that made your chest feel a little less tight.

“Breathe with me,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Just focus on my voice.”

You nodded, following his lead as he guided you through slow, deep breaths. His voice was calm, his presence unshakable, and gradually, the suffocating weight in your chest began to ease.

“Better?” he asked after a while, his tone gentle but hopeful.

You nodded again, wiping at your tear-streaked face. “A little,” you admitted.

Megumi gave you a small smile, the kind that was rare but always genuine. “Good. It doesn’t have to be perfect right now. Just one step at a time.”

He stayed by your side, his hand still resting over yours, and for the first time in hours, you felt like you could breathe again. With Megumi’s quiet strength grounding you, the storm in your mind didn’t seem so impossible to face.

Yuji itadori — You sat on the couch, knees pulled to your chest, staring blankly at the floor. Your chest felt heavy, and your mind raced with thoughts you couldn’t untangle. Everything felt like too much, and no matter how hard you tried to calm down, nothing seemed to work.

The sound of the door opening barely registered in your mind.

“Hey, I’m back!” Yuji’s cheerful voice echoed through the room, followed by the sound of a bag hitting the floor. “I got your favorite snack—” He stopped mid-sentence when he saw you. “Wait…what’s wrong?”

You didn’t look up, trying to blink back the tears threatening to fall. “It’s nothing,” you murmured, though your shaky voice betrayed you.

Yuji was by your side in an instant, crouching in front of you with a concerned expression. “Hey,” he said softly, tilting his head to meet your gaze. “Don’t say that. If something’s bothering you, it’s not nothing.��

You shook your head, burying your face in your knees. “I just… I don’t know how to explain it. My head won’t stop racing, and everything feels like it’s too much.”

Yuji sat down on the floor in front of you, crossing his legs and resting his arms on his knees. “Okay,” he said gently. “Then you don’t have to explain it. But you don’t have to deal with it alone either, okay? I’m here.”

You peeked at him through watery eyes. “I don’t want to ruin your day, Yuji. You shouldn’t have to deal with this.”

He frowned, his face softening as he reached out to rest a hand on your knee. “Hey, don’t say that. You’re never ruining my day, okay? You’re important to me. If you’re feeling bad, then I want to help.”

His words broke something in you, and a tear slid down your cheek. Yuji’s expression didn’t falter. Instead, he smiled, soft and reassuring. “You know what we’ll do? We’ll take it one step at a time. No pressure, no rush. Just little steps until it feels better.”

“How?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“First, we breathe,” he said, shifting to sit beside you on the couch. “Come on, match my breathing. In for four, out for four.” He exaggerated each breath, making it easy for you to follow.

You mimicked him hesitantly, the steady rhythm of his breathing drawing you out of your head little by little.

“See? You’re doing great,” he said, beaming at you once you both settled into a calmer pace. “Now, do you want to talk about it? Or do you just want to sit here for a while?”

You glanced at him, his warm smile easing the tightness in your chest. “Just…sit here for now.”

“Okay,” he said simply. Without hesitation, Yuji wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you gently against him. “We’ll just sit. I’ll be here as long as you need.”

The warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his breathing grounded you in the moment. With Yuji by your side, the weight pressing down on you didn’t feel quite as heavy. He didn’t need to say anything else—his presence alone was enough to remind you that you weren’t alone.

235 notes · View notes

miyukisu · 2 days ago

Text

DT 01: Gym Encounters .ᐟ

EP 01 | "Babe, what would you do if a girl approached you at the gym?" ╰ feat. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, hiromi higuruma, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, yuta okkotsu, inumaki toge (JJK)

tags - mostly crack, bit of fluff, tiktok trend, established relationship, playfully toxic just for the humor, slightly suggestive in nanami/hiromi/geto 's part, sukuna is violent what do you expect

MEGA MASTERLIST

DOING TRENDS MASTERLIST

"What would I do?"

"Yeah." You don't give him a chance to prepare as you go into character, pretending to be another girl trying to shoot her shot at him at the gym. It was only then he realized he was being roped into more of your silliness.

What was he going to do now?

────────────

— Does everything wrong -> Toji (sus...) & Yuji (genuine lol)

He was always down to humor your antics, especially this one as it piqued his interest. His enthusiasm made you happy. But you should have known that happiness would be shortlived.

There was a smile already plastered on his face before you even approached. Although, you chalked it up to him anticipating the scenario and not ACTUALLY smiling at a random gym girl coming at him... because why? Just why?

"Heyyy," you drawl out. "Would you mind being my spotter for a bit? I'm trying out a new PR for my squats."

Of course. It had to be squats. To be fair, the right answer here, regardless of the exercise, was to say n—

"Sure."

What.

"Excuse me. What?" you say out loud.

He shrugged and simply repeated his words. "Sure. I can help you out. PR you say? That's great. Hitting your gym goals and whatnot."

Eyes were narrowed and fists were clenched. He doesn't even look like he was second guessing himself. You weren't in the mood to even continue at this point.

"Game's over. You failed by the way."

A look of genuine shock crossed his face as if he didn't just happily entertain this hypothetical gym girl. "What? How? I was so nice though?"

"That's the point!"

Dumbfounded, he tried tracing back his actions, figuring out what he did wrong. "Isn't being gentlemanly the point here?"

This time, it was you who was dumbfounded. "You... you thought... you thought this was a test to see how gentlemanly you were?"

How even...

He nodded, hoping that his nobleness would somehow change your mind. He's lucky you're feeling kind today. He might need to redeem himself another time though...

— Absolutely won the trend -> Nanami, Hiromi, Geto

He was a bit reluctant to do it at first—not because he wasn't willing to participate in your fun—in fact, he was always ready to do his best if you asked him of anything.

It's just that he doesn't find himself to be a convincing actor, even in this kind of situation.

"It's okay," you reassure him, "just act how you would if some random girl flirted with you at the gym."

He gave you an uneasy smile. "Alright... if it makes you happy, sweetheart."

Glad that he finally agreed, you put on your best flirty girl impression and walked over to him. You could still see the hesitance on his face, but you thought it was a bit funny.

"Hey there," you say, smiling. "I'm looking to improve myself... I'm sure a good looking guy like you would have some tips hm?"

A beat of silence passes before he laughs awkwardly, probably stalling to give himself some time. "I don't know about that. I'm not exactly a coach or anything."

The fact that he even responded made your eye twitch and your eyebrow raise. "Oh that's alright," you say sweetly. "I bet a even a professional pales in comparison with a body like tha—"

He immediately crosses his arms as if to conceal the goods—err... his massive pecs, rather. He offers a smile. But it wasn't at all friendly. There was a menacing edge to it—a cautionary smile, if you will.

"If you're really looking to improve your appearance then maybe you should ask my beautiful girlfriend instead. I'm sure her experiences will align better with yours, will it not?"

Your eyes widen for a second at his unexpected response. He managed to turn the girl down while boasting about you. Talk about hitting two birds with one stone.

You let out a low whistle in response. "Nice response. I liked that."

He lets out a breath he'd been holding in for a while, playfully clutching his chest in relief. "For a moment I thought I had failed."

"Failed? Baby you earned yourself a fun night tonight."

"Oh? Oh."

— Ignorance is bliss -> Megumi, Yuta, Inumaki

He goes quiet after you assume the role of another girl—one who has the guts to approach a guy like him who CLEARLY wants nothing to do with anyone else at the gym. There's a look in his eyes that's telling you, "I don't want to be bothered right now."

That earns him more points in your book, of course.

"A guy like you must know his way around the gym eh?"

No response. Well, if him turning his back is counted as a response, then that's just about it.

"What? You shy or something?"

Still nothing.

"Yoo hoo~ I'm talking to you?"

Not a word escapes him. Instead, he begins walking away. A goofy smile spreads across your face at his actions, proud that your boyfriend passed with flying colors.

But being the menace that you are—you decide to pester him more. It's not everyday you get to pretend to be some random girl trying to flirt with him.

You quickly follow behind him. "Aw c'mon don't be like that. I'm just trying to be friendly." You reach out to grab his arm but he quickly turns around with a condescending expression.

"Back off. My girlfriend's scary."

Instantly, you let go of his arm and it drops down to his side. "Seriously? Me? Why not say that you're the scary one?"

"Did I lie though?"

...

"Okay. Fair enough. You passed though!"

He sighs. He's sure he's going to have a head full of white hair at an early age...

BONUS (Inumaki): You prompt him to whip his face towards you as you grab his forearm. With practiced speed, he pulls his high collar down to reveal his mouth adorned with his cursed markings.

"Leave me alone," he mutters. Any louder and the effects would have been stronger. Obviously, it was still you that was playing pretend with him, but he needed to prove a point.

Your arm forcibly lets him go and your body turns the opposite on its own, beginning to walk away.

"This is kinda freaky," you said. "But good job!"

— Exaggerated but eh... guess it works -> Gojo & Choso

You muster up the best flirty expression you can and began approaching him. But before you could get any closer, he held out his hand to stop you.

"I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!"

A look of confusion crosses your face—amused by his exaggerated reaction. "I haven't even said anything?"

"I know a temptress when I see one. Just so you know—a temptress is nothing compared to a goddess," he exclaims. "The goddess being my girlfriend, by the way," he explains before clearing his throat. He was so into it that even his voice had a different lilt to it.

Throughout that entire exchange, he kept his arm up, still stopping you in your place. Even the expression on his face was overstated. It was kind of... adorable in a strange way.

"You're just saying that because you know the context of the situation."

He shakes his head. "Nothing you say will change my mind."

"I'm not even pretending to be another girl anymore..."

"That's what a temptress would say!"

You held your hands up in defeat, offering him a lopsided smile. "Goddamn, okay, you win the trend. Jeez... you can stop pretending now..."

With that, his usual relaxed expression returns before he wraps you in a suffocating bear hug.

— You cannot post this to the internet... -> SUKUNA

As soon as you began walking towards him, hips swaying at every step—he stood up, towering over you.

His aura filled the atmosphere. You were only playing pretend, but somehow he was radiating intimidation like it was the real thing—like a woman was actually approaching him and disturbing his gym time.

"Hey, big boy, care to be my spotter?"

He scoffed, crossing his arms, clearly flexing them for the added effect. "Come any closer and the last thing you'll be spotting is my fist heading towards your face."

"PAUSE." Your jaw almost fell to the floor. This was all for shits and giggles, but knowing him, he might actually do that. "You know that a girl is approaching you, right?"

"Yes. And?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'AND'?" Obviously, you weren't pretending anymore at this point. You were expecting him to simply ignore or maybe tell you to, "fuck off," but not downright ASSAULT.

"You asked me what I would do and I did. What else do you want from me, woman?"

He rendered you speechless. "Right... guess you did."

A deep sigh escapes you. This trend wasn't for him. But hey, at least you don't have to worry about him doing anything shady with flirty women at the gym...

©miyukisu do not repost/reupload/translate any of my works on other platforms

╰ author's note I really like this idea like I'm so swag for this, right... pls validate me or I will cry

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #toji x reader #sukuna x reader #nanami x reader #gojo satoru #sukuna ryomen #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk crack #toji fushiguro #nanami kento #choso x reader #yuta x reader #megumi x reader #mksu.works #mksu.doing trends

284 notes · View notes

sugurumybeloved · 2 days ago

Text

⤷ I'm Sick!

masterlist | previous post

( ❦ ) - your s/o appears to be sick! uh oh!!

chars: Satoru G., Suguru G., Kento N., Hiromi H., Shiu K., Toji F. , Ryomen S., Choso K., Yuji I., Megumi F., Toge l., and Takuma I.

pairings: jjk men x female reader; gojo x reader, geto x reader, nanami x reader, higuruma x reader, shiu x reader, toji x reader, sukuna x reader, choso x reader, yuji x reader, choso x reader, yuji x reader, megumi x reader, inumaki x reader, and ino x reader

warnings: none!

some of these I might've posted long ago 👅👅

dt list: @1-800reki @liliesofdawn2 @liliesofdawnnn @krnaranze @crowatesevika @psuedosugu @starykari @pinkbowwhitebow @kitkat-moon @ilovelinkk @istanstraykidss @zellons @mjustag1rl @kebarney @bbmsxlene @stantengenandhisflashywives @mayyhaps @juneii3 :3

works by sugurumybeloved© - do not copy or repost my works without proper credit or permission.

(Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated!)

#lia cooks!#jjk smau #gojo x reader #geto x reader #nanami x reader #higuruma x reader #shiu x reader #toji x reader #sukuna x reader #choso x reader #yuji x reader #megumi x reader #inumaki x reader #takuma x reader

276 notes · View notes

emoisthenewemu · 21 hours ago

Text

#ihatemybf - JUJUTSU KAISEN SMAU

When your bf catches you participating in a silly TikTok trend! Babe, it’s just a joke, I swear!

Cw: Suggestiveness, cursing, toxic behavior

Pt. 2 here

YUUJI ITADORI

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

YUUTA OKKOTSU

TOGE INUMAKI

#jjk x reader #inumaki smau #inumaki x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi smau #itadori yuuji #yuuji x reader #yuuji smau #okkotsu yuuta #yuuta okkotsu #yuuta x reader #yuuta smau #jjk smau

249 notes · View notes

bunnigumi · 2 days ago

Note

can you do drabbles of best friend (fwb) gumi (*´-`) (i love ur work and aesthetic btw (´ｰ｀) )

cw. megumi x reader , friends with benefits , first time , possessiveness

an. i think i got carried away... i sooooo love this trope hehe. and thank you, nonnie! ^w^ (not carefully proofread)

Hey, 'Gumi, remember how I said you owe me one?

Fwb!Megumi isn't startled when you casually ask him if he can take your virginity.

Honestly, you were partially joking, but when he agrees with that static expression like you didn't just ask your best friend to be your first time, you're taken by surprise. You really didn't think he'd entertain your idea. Anticipating a huff, him brushing it off as a joke

You were expecting a more touch-and-go experience: He fucks you, you can claim you're no longer a virgin, and that's that. But he really takes the time to get you all worked up and desperate, telling you that your first should be your most memorable. It's just the rules.

And it was supposed to be a one time thing, you swear! But after that, nothing could get you off as good as he did.

Fwb!Megumi can't help the teasing smile on his expression when you tell him that you want to have sex again, Didn't realize we were friends with benefits now.

You can't even begin to explain how degrading it feels to go back on your own word, but you've been so pent up and had no one other than him to help... He seriously ruinied your ability to orgasm.

He teaches you the reins the second time around. How to touch him, The tip is the most sensitive. And tighten your grip, it's better. How to ride him, Fuck... yeah, that's it, letting go of your waist he leans back into the pillows, keep moving your hips like that.

It's way better than highschool sex-ed, that's for sure.

Fwb!Megumi is weirdly intimate—not that it's a bad thing. He's always had a romantic streak, even if he denies the fact.

It's in how he kisses you, not with hunger or pure lust. In the way he holds your hands and leaves marks on your neck that are hard to hide. Even if you whine about it, he'll still do it.

He has your other friends wondering who'd be giving them to you since you weren't in a relationship with anyone.

When you need a little cheering up, Fwb!Megumi starts offering a little more than just emotional support.

You're on your elbows and knees, back arched, face buried into his pillow. Avoiding his face so that he wouldn't have to see the makeup running down your own. Even though hes seen you in way worse states, somehow it's more embarrassing when he's inside you.

Your date had stood you up. Megumi knew how excited you were for it. Barging into his place, carrying tons of outfits in your arms. Showing them off. Asking him for his input, what you should wear. Which dress flaunts your body off best.

He told you that you'd look great in anything, but you urged that you should look perfect, and as your best friend, it's his obligation.

Fwb!Megumi likes to be a bit rough with you when you're sad like this. Feel-better-sex, as he jokes.

Tight enough with his grab on your hips to leave bruises, He finds that you forget about the pain better when you have a greater sensation to focus on. Dopamine's your favorite drug.

And he wont admit this either, but he's real possessive over you. As your best friend, he knows that you deserve more than the world.

Frankly, he likes the idea of keeping you all to himself; its practically why he agreed to your request in the first place.

He won't make you flip over so he can see your face while he fucks you missionary, but he really wants to see the pleasure wash over your face. To see how he can only make you feel good like this.

Pounding you from the back so hard that you forget the name of the douche who stood you up is good on it's own. Theres enough proof of his worth to you in how your cries are that of satisfaction, and not the kind caused by stupid boys who don't deserve to even look at you.

No one else should get to experience how your cunt tightens around him as your about to cum. Hear the way you moan out him name wantonly. See how you push back onto him when he tries to pull out, insisting that he stay inside you for just a little longer.

There's one more thing Fwb!Megumi won't tell you either; he really, really loves this arrangement.

#megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #jjk smut #megumi smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x reader #jujutsu megumi #megumi x you #megumi x y/n #megumi fushiguro x you #click to be pure!

293 notes · View notes

paetalks · 2 days ago

Text

10: cat’s out of the bag

masterlist

hi guys! i’m adding a tag list like i said :) enjoy

also heavy on this chapter and the next one bc lore!! is insane

bye

@mayyhaps @sin4satoru @ashyiiy @galactacium @kalulakunundrum and ofc my ogs @anormieee @moonchillsstuf @jinxiewritings

there were also a couple of ppl that it did not let me tag so maybe if you wanted to be added and i didn’t please let me know how to fix it! as well as if i added you and you didn’t want to let me know it’s no problem :):) have a good day guys

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi smau #jjk smau #jujutsu kaisen smau #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #smau jjk #megumi smau #megumi x y/n #smau #megumi x you #jjk fushiguro #jujutsu megumi

79 notes · View notes

dylsluvrs · 1 day ago

Text

LET IT LINGER

main masterlist

I’M A FEMINIST, OBVIOUSLY, BUT I WOULDN’T REALLY MIND HIM SAVING ME…

SYNOPSIS: yn, an ordinary college student with a part-time job as a florist, catches the attention of revered vet student megumi fushiguro, and he despises her. she stole his friends, (is also friends with them), crashes their hangouts, (is invited along), and most of all, wants to ruin his life, (wants to use him as a case study). can the two of them work out their differences, or will the tension become too much for either of them to bear?

STATUS: ONGOING

WHO: college au!megumi x fem!reader

TAGS: college au!megumi, non-sorcerer au, aged up characters, drinking/smoking, one sided enemies to lovers, pining, modern au, kys jokes, modern au, suggestive content, possible smut, cursing, probably a lot of angst, megumi is a fucking prick and reader is a huge bitch.

CONTENT WARNING: each chapter will have tags

AUTHOR’S NOTE: so this is basically gonna be megumi being a hater and reader giving the same energy bc no man walks all over her! inspired by an ask i was given bc i needed desperate plot help!!! chapters will be named after songs that i think yn would listen to while she’s pining/hating! this is gonna be majority smau with some sprinkles of written work in!

TAGLIST: open, comment or ask to be added!

PLAYLIST : ( intros ! )

YN’S GROUPCHAT : hating ass bitches

MEGUMI’S GROUPCHAT : alcoholics anonymous

TRACKS : ( chapters with a # 🎀 next to them are written ! )

TRACK ONE: linger

TRACK TWO:

TRACK THREE:

TRACK FOUR:

#x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #m.list #megumi fushiguro x reader #masterlist #megumi x reader #jjk smut #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk smau #jjk fluff #jujustsu kaisen x reader #smau #modern jjk

109 notes · View notes

arabella0001 · 2 days ago

Text

Asking for advice part 2

characters: Yuji, Megumi

part 2.1 Choso, Yuta, Toge

part 1: Gojo, Nanami, Toji, Suguru, Sukuna

another smau 1 another smau 2

83 notes · View notes

omiishii · 2 days ago

Text

megumi x f!reader — one bed trope

warming: smut , my grammar lol

words: 2,500+

were utterly exhausted. Every bone in your body screamed for a shower and a nice fluffy hotel bed with a million pillows. Unfortunately, the motel was dingy and old with its dated 90s Japanese decor. The sound of the overhead lights buzzing made the muscles in your face twitch. Everything was washed in a yellow faded light casting shadows warily down the walkway.

‘Ugh, my sock is soggy I think…’

Body sore, blood caking the side of your face as well as your knee (conveniently hidden by jujutsu glamor), and your hair in disarray– You shuffled your feet as you stood, glancing over at your far more put-together, attractive mission companion.

You were on a Grade 1 mission with Mr. Perfect himself, Megumi Fushiguro. At least that's what you thought of him. He was so enormously talented– in ways you’d never be. Ugh, it pissed you off.

“A room for two,” Megumi muttered to the front desk lady; A sweet older woman with thick Coke bottle glasses.

“Oh, what a lovely couple,” she muttered quietly. Her voice was reedy and clipped. She hummed as she slowly moved to the key wall mumbling about romance and sweet nothings.

“We aren't …”

A slight blush dusted your cheeks as you tuned him out. He continued sputtering to the motel attendee for many reasons and all you could think about was being back home, done with this mission.

One is your current state… and jujutsu status. Megumi was of the honorable Zen’in clan while you were a lowly outsider of bastard lineage. Though Megumi wasn't one for the clan's caste system he still had this air about him. His spotless appearance spoke volumes about the power gap between you both.

He was cool, calm and collected. Everything a jujutsu sorcerer should be, but you struggled to wake up early enough to train and forgot to take your medication regularly. A classic girl failure.

You sighed looking up at his cut jaw and dark silk-like tresses.

And two… you were wholly in love with him.

…

With the key in hand, the two of you walked down the sidewalk to room 3C. The clicking of your shoes echoes in the night. The two of you in simple silence. Till someone broke it and surprisingly it wasn't you. “I think you should take less risks on missions. It's not worth a small rank like this. You get too close and leave your left side wide open.”

His comment sounded guarded, cautious even as he unlocked the motel door

“Who asked?” You ground out, embarrassment lacing every inch of your body. God this was so stupid. The one time you go on a mission with Mr. Perfect, he reads you for filth.

Stomping inside you chunk your backpack against the wall.

“At least be a little respectful,” he muttered.

“Just shut it, Megumi.” you flipped him the bird as you rushed into the bathroom. “ I call dibs on the first shower.”

With that, you slammed the small bathroom door before letting out a massive groan.

“I'm such a bitch…”

…

The shower did in fact heal you just a little bit. You felt somewhat human afterward, a bit nicer too.

“Figure I should apologize" You mutter to yourself sheepishly with a towel in tow.

“Hey Megumi” You call observing the dingy feeling of the room. Its lights overhead feel distant and faded. There was a chair, a small box television, and one…one bed. “Wait…”

Wait, why was there…

“..Only one bed?!” Eyes bugging out of their sockets as blood rushes to your face, practically shouting it.

“Hey, quiet it down.”

Words fell from your mouth, “Don’t silence me, you slut!’

Your heart raced as you realized the implications of sharing a bed with Megumi. Thoughts of intimacy and vulnerability flooded your mind aka, being naked wrapped in pure ecstasy. It contradicts the frustration and resentment you had been feeling towards him just moments ago. Hot and cold create a whirlwind of feelings.

Suddenly images of you beside him attack your brain, as well as beneath… Instantly flustered you tossing the towel at his face.

He grunts feeling it smack his head, “It's not my fault. I told her we weren't married.” He tosses it back, “Besides I’m sleeping on the floor.”

It knocked the wind out of your sails and honestly, you didn't expect anything less “Oh…”

…..

The rest of the night you felt a bit awkward thanks to you and your big mouth. Just leave it to you to be reactive and look so totally and utterly uncool in front of your senior. You cringed at the thought of what kind of report he might write… or worse blab to Gojo– you’d never hear the end of it.

After a quick fast food run the two of you settle in for the night. Each kept to the corners of the room, not looking at the other for too long.

True to Megumi’s words, he grabbed a pillow and a scratchy blanket and started prepping his cot. Shame and guilt washed over you. The man had your back today when it counted and here you were making him sleep on the crusty floor. You just felt… awkward as you pulled back the covers and a bit ungrateful.

“Oh gross,” he whined quietly.

“What now?”

“Foreign stain…blood or shit… can't tell which.”

You look at the unfortunate stain with a grimace and with a heavy sigh you say, “Megumi…just share with me. I won't tell anyone if you don't.”

He gives you a solemn stare before he replies “Fine.” before tossing his pillow on the bed.

……

The two of you lay side by side coffin style– cumbersome and clinical on the small bed. You try your best not to touch him and give him plenty of space, suddenly aware of every inch you take up. Breathing becomes something you have to actively think about. Damn, of all the people to share a bed with…

The light turns out and all you hear is him shifting and turning on his side as you stare up at the ceiling. Heart pounding in your ears as your vision is enveloped in darkness. The mildew smell of the motel and the warmth of him that radiates through the thin sheet between you two make your head spin.

This just isn't fair. Would he laugh at you the next day? Would he think you’re weak?

Despite your best efforts, you can feel his skin almost ghost yours. Slowly you pull back rubbing your socks on the itchy sheets.

“Do you really hate me so much?” His voice suddenly booms in your ear despite his even tone.

“What?” head whipping sideways fast only to still see his back towards you— gray t-shirt straining over corded tense muscles.

“Do… you hate me?” he repeated, a bit slower. His body pivoting to face yours.

Side by side the two of you peer into each other's eyes– searching for something to hold on to. Two emotionally constipated people make for some uncomfortable, quiet tension.

You don't know what he's looking for in your gaze, but for you …you looked for anything real– a feeling, a micro expression. Would you be honest only for him to laugh at you or, would you forever be befuddled with tonight's mission and its aftermath. A stain just like the one on the floor. Blood or shit…

To your surprise, as you search his dark blue midnight-like irises you see nothing but a look you can't quite place.

“No.” You answer honestly, taking a leap of faith. Your blood is singing through your veins. “I always thought you'd hate me.”

It was his turn to search your gaze. His softens and you feel your heart tug. Each heartstring is being plucked gently.

“Never.” He said evenly— calculated but honest.

The way he looked at you made those heartstrings sing. His normally high-walled expression suddenly looked love-sick— all for you?

The blood in your head pounded. You couldn't believe this. What did he mean by this?

“Never?” You echoed back hoping he'd catch your drift.

All the years watching him train. All the years you saw him strive to be who he is today. Such adoration held in your heart you poured into your words. “You're just so perfect and I'm just so…”

His lips were on yours– soft and questioning. They hovered as he whispered. “Don't talk about yourself like that.”

You feel the damn break in that instant.

You don't know who kissed first this time but both of you were tangled in minutes. Arms and legs clinging to each other like you'd disappear in a blink of an eye. Both, kissing is so passionate, all tongue and teeth.

“Megumi.” You whimper feeling his hands pull you closer to his hard muscles – yours a stark contrast, all soft and supple.

‘Shit, he's built like a brick wall’ you sob with tears of joy mentally. Forever thankful for the old lady going on about the joys of marriage and one bed.

“Call me Fushiguro,” he says between each kiss.

“Fushiguro.” You mumble against his lips as you deepen a kiss.

His leg slid between your thighs causing your breath to hitch. His nimble fingers slide along the edge of your shirt. He drew little patterns near your hip bone, making you squirm with need. ‘Damn he's good.’ you weren't a virgin by any means but the way he touched you made you feel like a live wire sparked under your skin.

Copying his movements, you danced your hands under his shirt. They twirled and tip-toed up his spin, making him shutter. You wanted him so badly you could taste it.

But surely that wasn't the case for him… the idea of Megumi wanting you desperately seemed out of the realm of possibility.

When his clothes cock ground on your covered center, however, a groan tore through your lips. Blush adored your face.

‘ God if you are real, thank you.’ you thought feeling his abs under the pads of your fingers. His muscles twitched and spasmed under your touch.

Two touch-starved lovers caressed each other till they were a moaning mess in the dark.

You don't remember how your clothes ended off, and on the floor, but soon the two of you were naked. Wrapped in each other's arms, praying for more.

“I want you so bad.’ his voice rumbling in his chest. The deep richness of his voice makes you wet and weak. “Every day I have to see you. And every day I'd have to think about how I couldn't have you. He tweaks your nipple after that statement. The sensation of leaving goosebumps on your arms and neck. You suddenly felt parched for something more. Hunger took over you as you felt him cup your tits.

Grinding down on his pretty pink, hard member, slick dripped from your ripe cunt. Wanting and needing more he did the same.

“I can't keep waiting.” your breath came out of your pants. “I need your cock so bad."

His face turned red, and with a playful frown, he batted your thigh feeling a tad bit embarrassed. You couldn't help but laugh. The sound rang like a clear bell, music to Megumi’s ears. It was one of his favorite things about you, well…and your boobs.

“I don't have a condom.“ he said gruffly, disappointed with the realization.

Matter of factly you contested, “I don't mind. I got an IUD.”

He hung his head and a hiss left his lips. “Shit don't say shit like that. It's too tempting.” his cock twitches against your soft leg.

“Oh?” you bit your lip. You tried to feel bad. You really did, but as your hand slid down and grabbed his throbbing shaft a whimper escaped his lips and you wanted nothing more than to tease him. “I could give you a pussy job.”

“God damn it. “ he breathed. Though his face seemed to be neutral, he quickly sat up lining his weeping dick over your swollen pearl “Yes.”

Gently, he slid it up and down. “Fuck.” you moaned, feeling the tip catch your needed clit. Moving your hips in slow circles you could feel all your wetness. Slick sounds and heaving panting could be heard through the motel room.

“You feel so good.” he breathed caging you– hands on either side of your head. His long body shields you from the world, just you and him.

His cock continued to slide through your pussy lips. Each pass-over makes you groan and moan. Something deep in your cunt felt like a sudden itch that couldn't be scratched. It was driving you insane. The idea of him pounding into you making the bed creak and groan taunted you. Oh, to have him fill you with his cum– to be dripping pathetically underneath him.

He must have had the same fantasy cause with each pass of his cocks reddened head over your greedy hole, he groaned louder and louder. Each thrust became more and more frantic before suddenly you felt the tip catch your entrance.

The two of you gasp for air. Hands cling tightly and the movement comes to a halt. His eyes look at your flushed face and tousled hair.

God, you couldn't do it anymore, “please…”

'What?’

“Please I need you so bad, it hurts.” you felt so pitiful as you begged laying in your wet mess.

Something in Fushiguro snapped, all caution thrown to the wind. “Fuck.”

Slowly he tilted his hips, the head of his cock easily piecing your core. His hard member rubbed through your slown cunt so slowly. His size wasn't too enormously big but the way he was curved hit that spot just right.

“Ah, Megumi, please,” you begged.

With that, he snapped his hips. The curve of his cock hits your g spot just right till you see stars. All you can do is cling to him as he rocks your body and world.

God, this felt so unreal. Every nerve in your body sang and all the chemicals dumped at once creating the feeling of pure love.

You peek up at him and see he's been watching you, his eyes filled with devotion. Cradling his face, your fingers trace his jaw, chin, and lips. The feeling of his cock bullying your core soon takes its toll. Your body feels like it's about to snap. All you can do is moan wildly. “Fugiguro…. I'm so close.”

“Good girl.” He grunts in your ear. That alone sends you flying off the edge. Stars explode, and it's like a cord snapping deliciously. You scream his name as his thrusts get more and more sloppy as your cunt milks him for all he's worth.

“Where?” he grunts.

“Inside, please…”

With that, he too is joining you in pure ecstasy. His member paints your insides with each finishing stroke. The last bit of your orgasm makes you sensitive and whiny.

“Thank you,” you mutter pathetically in his ear, as you hold him tight.

He smiles in the crook of your neck, “I should be thanking you.”

With a few more thrusts he pulls out his softening cock. It drips small its of cum over your thigh. You'd shower in the morning but for now, your fingers play with the edges of his dark tresses. “Fushiguro…”

Expectantly he looks at you, “Yeah?”

“I'm so glad there is only one bed.”

He chuckles but relief feels in his eyes. “Me too…”

#megumi smut #megumi x reader #megumi x you #jjk smut

51 notes · View notes

tokkiiibunny · 2 days ago

Text

Chick Habit | Megumi Fushiguro

08: S. L. U. T

Warnings: Drugs (again), Threats, cheating(?)

Words: 2.3k

Mainlist

Oh, we're not down, I better pray

I want the high, I want the rush

Don't call it love, it's not enough

Everything is a mess, you're a mess and you have no idea how to fix things.

Megumi was furious, your date with Yuji had been a success and now he had to put up with them both acting like two lovebirds in their honeymoon, but his anger was only because he still hated you and wanted the worst for you, right?

On the other hand you knew that you should be happy, your date with Yuji was wonderful and he was wonderful, he was a sweet, gentlemanly, attentive, funny guy and who had never judged you, but... You just couldn't feel good and you knew that you were the problem because you didn't like Yuji that way and you still agreed to go out with him because well, a little love would never hurt but things were starting to get out of hand because he was more and more serious and you didn't want to ruin the friendship.

Although things between you and Megumi had been "fine" For a time where you thought you were friends you noticed how he seemed more and more distant to you, maybe it was no longer mean but sometimes you felt that he ignored you giving you a cold treatment even when nothing had happened for him to have that attitude.

During the breaks megumi was no longer with the three of you, sometimes you didn't know where he was, sometimes you saw him with a girl you didn't know. When you realized that there was something really bad going on was when he moved and now another classmate was sitting in his place and he was at the back of the classroom with another girl.

You didn't understand, you thought you were fine, it really seemed like you were fine two weeks ago but now he was like a stranger.

Yuji was at his football practice and Nobara was still in classes so you were alone in what had been your favorite place, that big tree on the edge of the forest.

You saw Megumi approach you and you probably would have been happy That he would talk to you again if it wasn't for the expression on his face, he looked annoyed, complete and pure anger. You looked with confusion at the figure of the man who was getting closer and closer to you, he came to you and he took you by the fabric of your sweater, made you get up from the ground and smashed you against the trunk of the tree, holding you with all his strength.

"wha-" You tried to say.

"I want you to stay away from Yuji, I'm not playing Yn."

"What are you talking about?"

"You heard me, Stay. Away. From. Yuji, I'm not going to say it again."

"You are not going to tell me what i have to do. I don't understand you, what are you doing this? You literally told me you were sorry about two weeks ago and now you're behaving like this" You were confused, you admired his expression for a moment, his eyes were completely dark, your gaze lowered until he noticed the small trace of white powder under his nose "Are you high?"

"It's not from your business, Yn, you are going to listened to me."

"no."

"Well, then maybe your new boyfriend will be happy to hear that you slept with his older brother." You felt a direct blow to the stomach, you had never told anyone that and you doubted that Megumi had contact with Sukuna.

"What? How did you know that?"

"Don't worry about it." He leaned into your ear, you felt his hot breath against your skin. "You're going to stay away."

You swallowed hard. "Why are you doing this?"

"My motives are none of your business."

"Of course they are." It infuriated you that he never set the record straight, everything was a mystery when it came to Megumi.

"Just listen to me and stay out of it, I don't want to see you with yuji again."

"Well I don't care what you want, I'm not going to stay away. Today I'm going to have a date with Yuji and it's going to be wonderful and you won't be able to do anything about it." You stood firm and determined, you were not going to let him get in your way, for a moment that felt eternal he remained silent staring at you and you felt the air becoming more and more tense.

His lips crashed into yours, he was kissing you and it was quite far from a soft kiss, it was rough, it was hard But you didn't refuse, you didn't stop him. You could feel all his anger, all his fury, it was hard to keep up with him but you and him fit into that mix of emotions.

Maybe you even kissed him back and got lost when you felt his hands on your waist and down your hips until they reached your butt.

In a moment of lucidity you pushed him off of you, somehow he seemed as confused as you, he probably hadn't even thought about it before doing it.

That night you went on your date with Yuji and as always he had been wonderful but your mind was still on the kiss. You could barely sleep, you felt guilty and had a reason to be, even though you and Yuji were not yet "official" he had made it clear that he was serious about this and you let his best friend kiss you.

Not only did you feel guilty you also felt stupid, Megumi had threatened you and still let him kiss you, every day you felt worse.

You and Megumi didn't speak again, it was like a silent deal where neither of you mentioned what happened. The more time you spent with Yuji the worse you felt, you couldn't help it but the anxiety was consuming you, you tried to convince yourself that it hadn't been so bad but you couldn't.

"Are you okay?" Yuji asked you as you walked hand in hand through the campus, he had noticed your lost look and the little participation you had had in the conversation, he had begun to notice it days ago but now it was more than clear.

"Huh? Yes, of course."

"Sure?"

"Very sure." You tried to smile slightly.

"Well because tomorrow I want to invite you to dinner at Pearl Restaurant, do you want to go?" You couldn't help but feel nervous, that place was somewhat expensive and slightly out of Yuji's budget, it's not that he didn't take you to cute places he always would but Pearl was Fancy with capital letters, you didn't want to Anticipate you but you felt like it was the day when he would ask you to be boyfriend and girlfriend officially.

"Yes, that would be fantastic!" you said with a smile as big as you could force trying to contain the urge to cry, you thought that the one would get bored of you after a couple of dates but you were very wrong.

When you got home you followed your daily routine lately which consisted of lying in your bed and looking at the ceiling while reflecting on your life and all your mistakes.

You wanted to talk to someone but Choso was busy, Nobara was friends with yuji before yours, your parents were not someone you wanted to talk to about this and well your contact list was quite limited.

After thinking about it, you took your phone and sent a message to Megumi.

"Hey it's Yn, can you come? I really need something to relax in."

You didn't know if it would work and a part of you really wished he would ignore your message because you knew it was stupid what you were doing but you felt desperate, he responded by telling you that in 20 minutes he would be at your house. The nerves began to appear in the form of nausea, now you regretted it but it was too late.

You wondered what his attitude would be this time, three days before he had threatened you But you were trying to convince yourself that he had only behaved like that because he was high and not because he mean it.

As he said 20 minutes later he was standing there in front of your door, you opened it to him even with that feeling of nausea.

"You look terrible." was the first thing he said to you as he walked in.

"I feel terrible."

"Good because I have good news and bad news, I don't have PCP anymore but I brought cocaine and mj, we can use whatever you want to try." You were surprised by the normality with which he was talking about this, but you also didn't want to say anything that could upset him, you preferred this attitude.

You Both went upstairs to your room which was a mess but you didn't feel like cleaning up.

"Which one is better?"

"It depends on what you want."

"I just want to relax, Disconnecting from reality for a while." He sat on your bed dropping down, it was his third time at your house and he acted with complete familiarity.

"Have you ever smoked?"

"never."

"Okay then let's use coke." He take out a small white bag from his pocket and pour the white powder into your bedside table forming four lines with his Credit card.

"Is it safe?" you asked as you approached.

"Nothing is but you already made me come here, so there's no going back."

"What do I have to do?" You knelt in front of the table watching the lines curiously.

"Whatever you want, you can lick or snort it, it's probably easier if you eat it since you've never put anything up your nose." You nodded and ran your tongue over one of the lines, the numbing sensation was practically immediate, you swallowed and looked at him while he bent down and inhaled one of the lines. "Do you want to talk about what's wrong with you or...?"

"I think Yuji is going to ask me to be his girlfriend tomorrow." You promised yourself you'd mention it Because yuji had been the reason for the last argument between you and Megumi but you talked without thinking, you needed to get it out of you. It was Evident as his expression immediately tightened And you regretted having spoken without thinking.

"And? You should be happy, isn't that what you want?"

"I'm not saying... Well- I don't know, it's confusing."

"Why would it be? Do you like him or not?"

"Yes, but not that way."

"Then you're just playing with him."

"I'm not, but I don't want to hurt him." You felt like you'd already gone a long way in agreeing to go out with him and you wanted to ruin things with him but you knew you were just making a mess.

"Or it's because do you like the attention he's giving you?" He grabbed your chin and forced you to lift your face and look at him, "You'd fall for anyone who gave you a little attention."

You frowned at his accusation "It's not true."

"It is, if you didn't want to hurt Yuji you would have made things clear to him from the beginning and you wouldn't be playing with him this way."

"I'm not playing with him, I really want to do things right but I still feel guilty."

"Why?"

"Because you kissed me."

"No, you feel guilty because you liked me kissing you."

"No, it's not true."

"It is." He leaned toward you, his face just inches from yours. "Tell me to stop and I'll do it." Silence flooded your bedroom you didn't say anything Your eyes fixed on his trying to replicate the same defiant attitude he had, he kissed you one more time but now it was much softer than the first time.

It was just a tiny, almost chaste kiss, one that felt as good as it felt wrong.

That night you managed to relax, feel good, forget about everything that was consuming you but the next day you woke up almost at noon feeling like shit.

At least now you hadn't had a black out but it's not that the physical and moral hangover has been better, you swore to yourself that you would never do it again even if you knew that promise wouldn't last. You tried not to think about megumi but it was impossible, your mind went to the kiss over and over again. You hated yourself.

You didn't get out of bed until you had to, took a bath, put on your cutest dress and did your makeup and went to the restaurant almost like it was something mechanical, emotionless but as soon as you arrived and saw Yuji sitting in his best clothes and playing with his fingers because of nerves you felt like vomiting and banging your head against the wall, you approached and he raised a smile lighting up his face and you tried to replicate that emotion without much success, you didn't know why lately you were having such a hard time acting.

He got up from his chair, put his arm around your waist and left a kiss on your cheek. "You look beautiful." You sat down and then he sat down in front of you. "The most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"Don't overdo it."

"I'm not, I'm serious, Yn."

"Well, you look great, really handsome." Yuji was an excellent guy, he had everything to be the perfect boyfriend and you knew you didn't deserve it.

You both had dinner, he was talking and you were practically silent barely participating in the conversation, you could tell how nervous he was and that only made you equally nervous, when he finished he paused and cleared his throat.

"Yn I know it might seem like a quick thing but I'm pretty sure with this, I'd really like to Formalize things with you." The more he talked the more you wanted to die, to disappear right then and there and never be seen again. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

Notes Area:

>Comments, suggestions and feedback are welcome.

>Thanks for reading!

Taglist (open):

@soobinbunnie5 @anonymity-222 @hanakalovesbnha @starrysho @sylussss7 @Shortcakebbg @Szired @briezy04764

39 notes · View notes