#Megumi x reader

[crushmeeren]

Thoughts of knight! Megumi are hitting me hard.

From the age of ten, knight! Megumi grows up glued to your side. As the princess, your Father insisted upon someone guarding you at all times. He’s not a real knight as a child, but he’s training to become one! Megumi takes it seriously, mimicking everything Gojo, his mentor, does. He wouldn’t if it meant protecting anyone besides you.

Knight! Megumi is your best friend. It’s a secret of course, that you share inside jokes with him. That you whisper silly commentary about the stuck up citizens at the yearly ball thrown in your honor to him as he stands guard. Megumi has to hide his laughter with a cough or slam the metal face plate shut so he’s not caught slacking.

Knight! Megumi chases off all the sketchy suitors who wish for your hand in marriage. He knows you hate not being in charge of your own destiny, so if he can delay the inevitable even by a second, he will.

Knight! Megumi is the first boy you fall in love with. The only boy you fall in love with. He’s strong and loyal and pretty, and he scares away all the icky men. He’d strike down anyone for you if you’d only ask.

Knight! Megumi can’t say no when you plead with him to sneak into your bedroom in the dead of night. He’s wrapped around your finger, even more so when your pussy’s wrapped around his cock. When he shoves your knees to your chest he covers your mouth with his hand, or slips two fingers past your lips, presses on your tongue, and whispers “hush, princess.” The other guards can’t be allowed to catch on that Megumi’s fucking the princess, right? Surely the King would have his head.

Knight! Megumi knows that climbing into your bed every night contradicts just about every rule he’d been taught. He gives no fucks. He’ll never let another man lay hands on his princess. Megumi looks the King in the eyes and lies straight to his face, swearing on his life to protect your “virtue.” As if he hadn’t had his face in between your legs an hour ago.

Gojo’d be proud he’s sticking the middle finger to the man.

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[purityberry]

*ೃ༄ Kiss me!

synopsis: texting the jjk men ‘wanna make out?’ (pre-relationship)

features: gojo, megumi, yuji, nanami, choso, takuma, 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.

[citruswriter]

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Ugh. How delicious. Such a wonderfully well written smut. I'm not even an anal girlie either and you wrote it in a way that didn't immediately make me back out of the fic. Such skill.

10/10 Writing

10/10 Characters

10/10 Author

TOJI N MEGUMI’S SWEET GIRLFRIEND!!!

Cheating, breeding kink, forbidden relationship. Megumi is 20 n reader is a bit older, Brief Toji x reader. Not proofread

★彡

Imagine Megumi walking around the house shirtless, exposing every inch of his skin from his hips up, His smooth skin glistening under the warn-toned light as he walked into the kitchen for a snack but then Toji spots the fresh series of red, angry lines scattered across his upper back. He’s not dumb, he’s a grown man in his early 40s, he’s basically an expert at that shit considering the fact that he has them too. He knows exactly what it is and what caused it.

He starts teasing Megumi about it, about how his boring, grumpy ass is actually getting some pussy—not knowing that the pussy he’s getting is his sweet little girlfriend’s while he’s away on missions, absolutely oblivious to what happens between his son and girlfriend while he’s not there. The harsh markings from your sharp manicured nails mauling his son’s toned back as he fucked your slutty brains out and digs his cock deep into your insides while giving you one of the best dicking of your life, right on top of you and Toji’s bed.

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જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend of his that wakes up at 5am sharp to make breakfast and see him off to his 3-day mission just to have his son’s throbbing hard dick nestled deep into your greedy cunt—stuffing you full to the brim while his tip nudges against the deepest part of your pussy just a few hours later.

Megumi was three years younger than you, never had a girlfriend before and you felt bad for the poor boy and was soo tired and annoyed of having to keep buying new panties since the old ones were used to wrap around his preverted cock to jerk off, staining it with his seed instead of doing you and his father’s laundry so you had to find a way to deal with it…

જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend he calls every evening while he's away to make sure you’re alright and if you’ve eaten dinner, not knowing that his son is eating dinner right now—behind you, on this knees as his rough hands spreads your soft cheeks apart, nose pressed deep into your creamy folds while he sucks on your twitching little clit with fervor and intensity, sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body.

Your juices drips down his chin disgustingly as he devours you like a homeless man eating his favorite meal for the first time in years, groaning vibrantly against your twitching core as he tastes your sweet pussy—desperately lapping up every bit of pussy juice he can suck out of you, making you audibly stutter but Toji doesn’t question it, maybe you’re just tired and miss him too much or something. You bit your lips, moving a hand down to push Megumi’s eager face further into your horny pussy as you teasingly wiggled your cheeks in his face. Your eyes roll back when you felt Megumi’s sly tongue dragging flat against your asshole, licking a long stripe at the fluttery hole before attempting to pry it open with the tip of his tongue, “Mmm, don’t worry baby I’m fine—just have a sore throat that’s all” you reassumed your older boyfriend on the other end, reasoning why you’re making odd noises.

જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend he calls Megumi for—to check up and make sure you’re safe and okay. After all, while Toji is away, Megumi is the man of the house, not knowing that you’re on your knees as they speak, both hands digging into his muscular legs for stability as he fucks his thick cock deep into your skull, his leaking tip oozing with pre-cum, dripping at the back of your throat as you look up at him with pleading eyes as your mascara mixed with tears drips down your pretty face while he just smiles down at you darkly—reassuring Toji that his girlfriend is well taken care of.

જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend who he promises to breed, babbling about how much he wants to give Megumi a sibling and watch your belly swell with his kid as he’s pounding you deep and hard in full Nelson, his huge tip nudging against your bruised cervix, brutally splitting apart your cunt while whispering into your ear. “Hah—fuckkk doll, your tight pussy is swallowing my dick so good, fuckk imagine if I fill you up and breed this pretty little pussy with my seed, How does that sound darling? Wanna give lonely Megumi a sibling to take care of?” He questions your fucked out self as he licks away the trail of salty tears lingering on your face. Not knowing that Megumi is just like him. Their minds are sooo alike. “Shitshitshit—such a good little horny slut, this pussy’s taking my cock sooo well baby. Whaddya say we make old man Toji a grandpa? Fuck he wouldn’t even have a clue it’s not his” he laughs into your ears as he licks your earlobe while drilling his swollen cock into your soppy cunt from behind, against the kitchen counter just 20 minutes before toji gets home.

જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend who gets her sweet cunt and tight asshole stuffed full with his son’s seed almost every other day. Megumi would brutally fucked your tight pussy against the bathroom sink while he’s taking a nap, your panties bearly hanging around the sides of your ankles as Megumi manhandles your body back onto his cock—forcing you to meet his thrust halfway as he pounds it into you, he's so girthy and big, definitely not as big as Toji’s but it’s definitely a lot more stiff and eager, his tip bullyingly grazes against your g-spot as you cried out, making him grunt before quickly slapping a hand over your mouth to shut you up. “Can’t a nasty whore shut the fuck up? Or do you want him to wake up and see you creaming on his son’s cock? Is that what you want? Such a cock-hungry little slut.”

જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the same sweet girlfriend that he buys sexy lingerie for, to wear and model them for him and he finishes off the show by ripping them to shreds off of you and fucking you into a brainless whore—but like father, like son, Megumi does the exact same when he’s not there. It’s like they both think alike when it comes to certain things—that being sex. No wonder sometimes some of them tend to go “missing” leading him to buy you even more for his son Megumi to fuck you in. He loves seeing you all dolled up with your matching pink panties and bra. It makes both of them absolutely feral.

જ⁀➴ The “pussy” he’s getting is from the adoring girlfriend who he fucks absolutely stupid and good, to the point where your toes curled as your eyes roll back to your skull—a moaning mess as he forces out orgasms after orgasms out to you till the whole mattress is drenched and soaked with cum. The only (downside?) would be Megumi hearing everything from the next room, brows furred together has he angrily fist fuck his pulsating cock, imagining he was the one drilling deep into you instead. The next day he’d corner you while your sitting on the couch and manhandle your body so you’ll be face down and ass up—stuffing three thick, long fingers into your tight asshole, stretching it apart while he snakes his tongue deep into your hungry pussy—exploring your insides. Your asshole taking in his fingers with pure pleasure as you buckle your hips back onto his face, like a whore—eagered for more.

[fushigurokogane]

~ Protective!Megumi who notices someone getting a little too close to you during a mission briefing. It’s subtle, really—just a lingering look, a too-friendly comment—but it makes something coil tightly in his chest.

~ Protective!Megumi who doesn’t say anything at first. He just steps closer to you, standing slightly in front of you, his arm brushing yours like a silent barrier. You glance up at him and catch the smallest crease between his brows.

~ Protective!Megumi who stays quiet during the whole exchange, eyes sharp, always watching. Not jealous—totally not jealous. If someone’s making you uncomfortable, even a little, he’s already two steps ahead, calculating what to do if it escalates.

~ Protective!Megumi who gently pulls you aside once you’re alone, voice low and controlled. “Was he bothering you?” he asks, eyes meeting yours with quiet concern. You shake your head, smiling a little at his intensity. “No, but… you noticed, huh?”

~ Protective!Megumi who just exhales, not angry—just focused. “I always notice.”

~ Protective!Megumi who walks with you the entire rest of the mission, always staying close, always aware. If danger shows itself, he’s in front of you before you can blink, his shikigami flaring to life like they were just waiting for a reason.

~ Protective!Megumi who doesn’t speak unless he has to during battle, but if you so much as stumble, he’s there in a flash—catching your arm, shielding you with his own body, eyes scanning for any threat before checking if you’re okay.

~ Protective!Megumi who, after everything, cups your face gently, his fingers a little rough but touch so, so careful. “You scared me for a second,” he murmurs, voice strained just slightly. “Don’t do that again.”

~ Protective!Megumi who doesn’t even realize how tightly he’s holding you until you shift and nuzzle against his shoulder, whispering, “I’m okay, Megumi. You’re always watching out for me.”

~ Protective!Megumi who presses his forehead to yours, eyes closing. “Always.”

[halosbakery]

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝!

𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 : 𝙈𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙁𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤, 𝙔𝙪𝙪𝙟𝙞 𝙄𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞, 𝙏𝙤𝙟𝙞 𝙁𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤, 𝙂𝙚𝙩𝙤 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪, 𝙂𝙤𝙟𝙤 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪, 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞, 𝙎𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙍𝙮𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣

[plushieni]

poor lovestruck megumi — he had been running all over the city, trying to make this date perfect. he picked out flowers, little trinkets, your favorite snacks, and even a necklace as a gift.

to say he was overthinking would be the understatement of the century. he had no idea how to go about any of this, so he went to nobara a few days before to get her opinion and make sure everything was just right.

he had asked you out earlier that week. you’d been hanging out in your room one afternoon when the question suddenly slipped out of him.

“would you, uh, wanna go out with me?” he asked, nervousness practically flooding his brain and butterflies going wild in his stomach.

he’d had a crush on you since you transferred to jujutsu high, but he never worked up the courage to do anything about it. same lame excuse, like, “she’d never like me.” but, that ideology changed when he saw some guy from another school trying to flirt with you at an event. jealousy lit a fire under him — he had to make a move, and fast.

unfortunately, crushes and dating were unfamiliar territory for megumi. it wasn't something he had much experience with at all.

his childhood had been far from normal. having starting training way earlier than most, and when gojo took him in, he left most of his younger years behind. unable to live the life many were given. 

the price of everything he got you was no joke. he nearly choked when he saw the total. he wasn’t even sure if giving a gift on a first date was normal — he always thought that was for anniversaries or holidays. but he used gojo’s card, so… it didn’t really matter.

when it was finally time to pick you up, he showed up early, terrified of being even a second late. he stood outside the car with the gift in hand and his heart practically beating out of his chest.

some time had passed, building the anticipation. then you stepped out with nobara, all dressed up and ready to go. megumi’s jaw nearly hit the ground. you looked stunning—so beautiful it didn’t seem real. how had you somehow gotten even prettier since the last time he saw you?

when you reached the car, he handed you the gift and opened the passenger door for you.

“hi, pretty girl,” he said, wearing the softest, most genuine grin.

being returned with a look of love. “hi handsome.” 

turns out, the date was going to be just fine.

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[adorekento]

No one noticed — Nanami Kento

warning: mentions of emotional neglect, past toxic relationships, emotional trauma, s*xualized, no detailed explicit content below, but this may be heavy for those processing past hurt. Please, read with care! : )

a/n: this is written in honor of SA Awareness Month — a reminder that love should never feel like a debt. this can be read with any characters you have in mind, I just thought of him when the word love comes to mind <3

art by sogalus

Thinking about Nanami Kento who's literally the first man who ever looked at you like you were human.

Not weak.

Not broken.

Not a thing.

Just... you.

In a way that deserved patience. In a way that was worthy of being held with care.

The kind of love that didn’t make you feel like you were asking for too much by simply existing.

And after everything? That kind of gentleness felt weird.

Unfamiliar.

Uncomfortable, even.

Before him, love was a struggle.

You were always too something... whether it's being too loud, too emotional, too clingy, too expressive, too “dramatic.”

You were always “too much” for people who simply weren’t enough.

They said they cared. But flowers?

“Why spend money on something that’s gonna die in a few days?”

Sure. flowers do die. But so did their affection.

You had lovers who only showed up when it benefited them but is gone when you needed them most.

The ones who called you “hot” “sexy” even “beautiful”

But never “enough.”

You were always pleading for something small: A bit of attention, a text back, a day where you didn’t have to guess if they still wanted you.

You weren’t asking for the world—just a reason to feel like you mattered. You weren’t their person. You were their option.

They liked the way you looked when you dressed up.

But not when you were raw and real and vulnerable.

Not when you cried over dinner on a random Tuesday.

Not when you asked for something that required effort.

You had to ask—If they’d set the controller down for a second. If they'd look at you when you spoke. If they'd hold you without expecting anything in return. If they’d ever love you when there wasn’t anything physical to gain.

Then came him.

And suddenly, love stopped being a transaction.

You didn’t have to chase. Didn’t have to tone yourself down. Didn’t have to beg. Didn't have to be someone else.

He brought flowers—Not just ones from a shop.

He made them.

Folded paper into petals.

Took restaurant napkins, candy wrappers, things others would throw away—and shaped them into reminders that you were cherished.

He held your hand like it was sacred.

Listened to every word—even the ones buried in silence, even the ones that came out between sobs and long pauses.

He didn’t flinch at your darkness. He stayed. Especially on the days when you didn’t feel like you deserved it.

Were you really too much?

Or were you just too real for people who only wanted themselves satisfied?

With him, you weren’t a fantasy. You weren’t a body to touch and leave behind.

You were a human being.

A soul.

A woman.

Someone with feelings.

Someone worthy.

No one noticed.

How you ached to be seen.

How every small rejection left bruises no one could name.

How it wasn’t about lust—it was about being respected.

You didn’t want to be loved in a way that made you feel like you had to undress to earn it. You didn’t want to be touched out of expectation. You didn’t want “spice” to be the only flavor they cared about.

You wanted to be loved in silence.

In stillness.

With clothes on.

With messy hair and morning breath and no pressure to be anything but yourself.

And now, maybe you’ve found that.

Because none of your past lovers ever waited.

No one stood at your door with patience.

They came in like they owned the place, like you were a room they could enter without knocking. Like you were theirs.

But with him?

You felt like you were yours.

Your space.

Your choice.

Your time.

And when you opened the door that day, still in your oversized shirt and sleep clinging to your skin,

You didn’t expect anything.

But there he was.

Not holding beers.

Not cigarettes.

He was holding a bouquet—A large, stunning bundle of your favorite flowers.

Not excuses.

Not the ones people always assumed you liked. Not the basic, generic ones you were told you should love.

But your flower.

The one that felt like you.

Soft, rare, misunderstood, flawless.

He knew. Somehow, he just knew.

“I thought of you and bought these.” He said.

No dramatic speech.

No trying to impress.

He didn’t need to explain.

You felt it.

You didn’t reach for the flowers.

You didn’t need to.

You reached for him.

Wrapped your arms around him like your body knew something your heart wanted that mouth couldn't utter.

And he hugged you back like he always did—with his whole being.

With a kind of stillness that felt like safety.

With a kind of warmth that whispered, “this is love, not lust.”

You’d been touched before.

You’d been held.

But never like this.

...

..

.

To anyone reading this, please note that your body is not an invitation.

Your silence is not consent.

You are not hard to love.

You are not and never too much.

You deserve the love that sees you, hears you, honors you.

Not one that only reaches for you when it’s convenient.

This month, and every month—

Speak up.

Be loud.

You don’t owe your body for love.

You never have.

You never will.

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[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.

[accidentcache]

"you can't just say that!"

feat: college au megumi fushiguro

warning / cache notes: language, college au so alcohol / drinking, slight suggestiveness, maybe ooc megumi? i do not care

req📌: ❌ chat 💔💔💔💔💔 MEGUMI MEGUMI MEGUMI MEGUMI MEGUMI MEGUMI MEGUMI MEGUMI can u guys tell im not normal abt him

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[yariation]

Megumi Fushiguro is the kind of man who sends “you up?” texts. And when you dare NOT to reply, he’d be at your door within minutes.

“You busy?” He’d ask casually, as if he weren’t already hard. Always keeping up his deadpan expression.

But not long later, he’s thrusting into you without restraint. Relishing the feeling of your heat around him. Because his hands just don’t make the cut anymore.

“I know you’re tired, princess. But I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.” And he always does.

Megumi LOVES these nights.

[xlun1ax]

Lover scenario

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❥ The Last Sweet > Reader x m! lover

Car ride, motion sickness, kissing, fluff, slight suggestive

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You were dizzy.

Road trips were never your favorite.

You don't know why but motion sickness is Hitting you harder than usual today. Maybe it's because your partner is driving more faster than usual or perhaps it's because you didn't get enough sleep today or is it the lack of iron or the lack of nutrient?

You don't know,

But that doesn't mean you like it.

You feel cold, you were on the verge of vomiting your face highlighted distraught your palms were a little sweaty clenching and unclenching to produce blood flow. While your eyes are quietly staring out of the the window trying to search for relief you didn't feel like using your ointment today the oily substance and potent smell doesn't seem to charm well with your mood today.

You sigh looking at your partner who's oblivious to your struggle it wasn't his fault you were just good at hiding it but you also know you would get mad at him for not paying to the road. So in a way you're proud at him for being diligent.

“you okay love?” his voice deep, casual with a hint of concern in the corner of his eyes

You spoke too soon.

“Nothing lovely, just dizzy focus on the road” you say in a breathy tone while leaning back into your palm. Your lover shook his head a soft chuckle escape his lips aware of your stubborn behavior of denying your struggles as his hand grope the plastic candy container popping one sweet in his mouth.

That caught your attention.

Maybe that could soothe your headache.

“Lovely can I have one?” you asked with a hint of hope and anticipation finally able to get some relief for your throbbing head.

But unfortunately.

“that was a last one” he says making you tug your plush lips to a frown “you're lying” you denied but to your dismay he shook the plastic container as proof of the empty context.

“sorry love, but the early birds catch's the worm” he poke with a playful tone

Okay that just pissed you off. You let out a groan you both just love to piss each other off it's comedic really until you're the subject of ridicule. Adding to the nagging pain in your head your fingers massaging on your temple in hope for some relief.

It helped,

But it's not enough.

Your eyes landed at him while he drove. Your eyes landed on his slightly sunken cheeks his moist lips that was enjoying sucking on the sweet treat. That could have been yours.

Or it still could be yours,

The last sweet

Your lover sensing your gaze and slight pout on your lips made his heartstrings tugged lightly at your displeasure as the good lover he is he felt a little sorry “look love, I'm sorry ” his husky voice apologetic with sorrow at you.

As the car came to a stop at the red light as his veiny hand grip the gear pulling it making the car go to a break. Your lack of words made him a little restless “do you need help? Come on, I'll do anything.” he says but no response.

His lover you being mad at him in a road trip.

That can't be good

“love,-!” his eyes shot up you pulled his collar as your plump lips crashed into his your hand on the back of his neck not letting him pull away not that he'll ever want too

But heck,

It's soo good.

He knew,

He knew when you were frustrated,

Frustrated from the pain.

It was obvious the tensity of the kiss was obvious and whenever you're frustrated you tend to let it out on him. And it makes him weak whenever you do. To know you rely on him. His warmth. For relief. He leans in a soft whimper as you forced your tongue in his mouth making a shiver run down his spine feeling your tongue taking the harden candy away from him into your mouth.

As you pulled away after the success of your mission. To lean back on the passenger seat. Finally having the extra sugar in your system you already feel your throb getting faint. “baby..” his voice shaky and raspy as his Adams apple slumps down from the rush of desire that courses through him.

He's affected.

But you don't care after getting what you want. “lovely, drive.” you said as if nothing intimate just happened gesturing to the green light having his focus back to the road. He clenched his fist unable to ignore the responsibility on the wheel it's something he can't ignore but neither he could ignore you.

It's undeniable.

He wants more,

And you knew.

You knew what you did but you didn't care that he's turned on. Looking at his chest that humps up and down at a rapid rate. His teeth nibbing on his wet soft red bottom lip. His hand ran restlessly on the steering wheel. You caused that to happen.

And you loved it,

you loved his reactions signs of his weakness it's what you live for, especially when you're frustrated. Just hearing him looking at his expression of pure bliss gives you so much relief. Marking him, ruining him feels so good whenever you're in a bad mood. It's not everyday you're the top but when you're in control,

He loves it,

And you do too.

“Ahh, I want more..” he mutters in frustration as his lips tugged to a pout knowing you did that for your own selfish satisfaction while completely disregarding how aroused he could be the whole car ride. You're making him drive, making him sit in the grueling deprivation of your dominance.

You couldn't give him more because he's driving.

You're mischievous,

He loves and hate i,

He lost having to wait for more.

While you are in victor with what you desired.

Certainly you had the last sweet

The sweet candy,

And his sweet reaction.

“we could have bought a new one..” he grumbles while slumped on the steering wheel.

“i know,” your lips tugged to a smirk while turned to him knowing well his irises were on you from the corner of your eye “but I wanted that last sweet”

Turns out you just have low blood sugar, what a nice was to cure a headache

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[sukumna]

┌─ .✦ SNEAKING INTO YOUR DORM ROOM

𐔌 ─ cw. fem!reader. none.

𐔌 ─ characters. yuji. megumi. todo. yuuta

Yuji Itadori ੭

Yuji is not subtle.

You wake to the sound of grunting outside your window—someone struggling, sneakers scuffing against the wall. A soft thud. Silence. Then another, louder thump. A curse.

Rubbing your eyes, you sit up just as the window slides open.

“Ow—okay, I’m in,” Yuji mutters triumphantly, hoisting a leg over the ledge like he didn’t just nearly break his neck getting here.

You sigh, exasperated but mostly amused. “Yuji.”

“Oh, hey, babe.” He grins, finally making it inside—only for his foot to catch on the windowsill. He stumbles forward, and you barely manage to grab his arm before he faceplants onto the floor.

“Nice catch, baby.” He laughs, breathless.

“You’re the worst at sneaking in,” you scold, but your hands are already cupping his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks. “Why are you even here?”

He leans in, presses a quick, warm kiss to your lips.

“Missed you,” he murmurs. “Wanted to see you before bed.”

Heat creeps up your neck. You huff, pushing him lightly. “You’re so reckless.”

“Only for you.” He grins, arms looping around your waist as he pulls you onto the bed with him. He buries his face in your neck, body warm and solid against yours. “Just a little while, okay? Then I’ll go back.”

But you already know he won’t. And you don’t care, pulling the covers over you both.

Megumi Fushiguro ੭

Megumi has sneaking into your room down to a science.

No clumsy knocking. No tripping over the windowsill. Just the quiet slide of glass, the soft pad of footsteps, and then he’s there—standing at the foot of your bed like a shadow.

You stir, blinking against the dim glow of streetlights filtering through the curtains.

“Gumi?” Your voice is hushed, thick with sleep.

“Yeah,” he says, quiet as always. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

You rub your eyes as he steps closer. “You always say that, but you still sneak in.”

He doesn’t deny it. Just leans down, presses a kiss to your forehead before sitting at the edge of your bed, fingers trailing absentmindedly over your thigh.

“You left your door unlocked earlier,” he murmurs. “You shouldn’t do that.”

You roll your eyes. “That’s what the great Fushiguro snuck in to tell me?”

“Maybe.” His lips twitch, just barely, but you catch it.

You grab the front of his tank, pulling him down until he’s beside you.

“You could just say you missed me.”

His hand settles against your lower back, warm and steady. “Didn’t wanna sleep alone,” he mumbles.

It’s as much of an admission as you’ll get. But it’s enough. You smile into his shirt, letting his warmth lull you back to sleep.

Yuta Okkotsu ੭

Yuta always hesitates before sneaking in, lingering outside your window like he’s second-guessing whether he should be here at all.

Tonight’s no different.

You hear the faintest shuffle outside, a barely-there breath before the window eases open. By the time his head pokes through—eyes wide, apologetic—you’re already sitting up.

“Sorry,” he whispers. “Tried to be quiet.”

You scoot over, lifting the blanket in silent invitation.

Yuta doesn’t need to be told twice.

He climbs in carefully, shutting the window with practiced ease before slipping into bed beside you. His arms find your waist instinctively, pulling you close as he buries his face in your shoulder.

“Long day?” you ask, fingers combing through his hair.

He nods, exhales shakily. “Just needed this.”

Your chest aches at how small his voice sounds.

You tighten your hold, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I’m here,” you whisper. “You don’t have to talk about it.”

He sighs against your skin, his body finally relaxing.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, voice already slipping into sleep.

You don’t answer. Just hold him tighter, letting the weight of the day disappear between you.

Todo Aoi ੭

Sneaking in isn’t exactly Todo’s strong suit.

You jolt awake to the sound of your window being yanked open, followed by the heavy thud of boots hitting the floor.

“Babe,” he grins, standing at your bedside like he didn’t just commit a breaking and entering. “Did you miss me?”

You groan, flopping back onto your pillow. “Todo, you’re so loud—someone’s gonna hear you.”

He snorts. “Please. If anyone catches me, I’ll just say I was doing late-night training. Gotta keep these gains in check.”

He flexes dramatically. You try to glare, but the laugh slips out before you can stop it.

“Shut up and get in bed before Yaga finds out.” You grab his arm, yanking him down.

“Gladly.” He practically throws himself onto your mattress, making you bounce slightly. One strong arm wraps around your waist, effortlessly pulling you against his chest.

“Mmm,” he hums, satisfied. “Now this is real training—cuddling with my girl. Strengthening the bond. Deepening the connection.”

You roll your eyes, biting back another laugh. “You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot in love,” he corrects, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Now get some sleep, little one. Long day tomorrow.”

And just like that, he’s out, snoring softly into your hair like he belongs here.

Honestly? You think he does.

[reiyaus]

fem reader intended

"gumi... come back to bed, please?" your voice drawls out.

it was 1:05 am and you'd just woken up to find that your boyfriend was still awake, fixated on nothing but the computer in front of him.

just a couple hours ago, megumi excused himself from bed to go work on his missing school assignments. you let him be, lazing around on his bed without realizing you were slowly falling asleep. he, of course had noticed, and took the initiative to make sure you laid comfortably on his bed before returning to his chair.

"i will," megumi responds, moving to comb his fingers through your hair. "i just need to complete this one and then i'll lay with you."

"but that's what you said hours ago," you propped yourself up on your elbows. "you shouldn't stay up too late, it's really bad for your skin."

he rolls his eyes and chuckles. "sometimes assignments take more than one hour, you know."

you sigh once more and with nothing else to say, you decide to scan his face. lit under the warm lamp light, his eyes and lips were highlighted in such a way that made him even more beautiful.

even so late at night, megumi still had a way of charming you.

"how many pages do you have left?" you asked, another desperate attempt to get him to stop.

"around 3 i'd say. four if i decide to overexplain." megumi stretches, groaning out when his back pops.

"then just finish it in the afternoon when you have more energy. come on, it's too late to be focusing on this."

he turns his chair to look at you, an unreadable expression on his face. was he tired? annoyed? on the verge of ending it all? you didn't know. all you wanted was for him to return back in your arms.

megumi licks his lips in thought, "it's only three pages, [name]. you can go to sleep if you get tired, i'll join you after."

you sigh again, flopping onto your back. "fine. but when you're done, don't bother sleeping next to me-"

"what?"

"-you're sleeping on the floor," you announce.

he stares at you dumfounded.

"excuse me?" now megumi's genuinely confused. just a second ago, you were begging for him to lay next to you, and now he just got demoted to floor-sleeper. in his own room.

"you got a problem?" you turn to your side to look at him. "you can sleep on the couch if you prefer that more."

megumi deadpans. "are you being serious right now? look- sweets. just let me do this really quick and i'll be there."

you yawn, "it's now or never, gumi. i'm gonna fall asleep any second, so make your choice now."

you turn to face away from him, hiding the growing smirk you had on. it gets bigger when you hear him sigh, followed by the sound of the chair rolling away.

the bed behind you dips down as he makes himself comfortable next to you. his arms wrap around you, and you turn once again to bury your face in his chest. he holds you against him tighter, breathing in the scent of your cologne.

you chuckle and twirl his hair around your fingers, "i knew you'd fold."

megumi grumbles. "it was either this or back pain, don't think too much of it."

[megapteraurelia]

“you’ve read the page, like, three times.”

fushiguro megumi didn’t look up. “because someone won’t stop staring.”

“i’m not staring.”

a disapproving click of his tongue, “i can feel it. shameless as you are, you’re not even pretending to look away.”

“no, you can’t,” you stretched, muscles tensing up deliciously; your hands flailing right in his line of sight and he leaned back, trying to dodge your flopping limbs, an annoyed grunt escaping him. but when you allowed your body to crumble in on itself, he didn’t move the hand that landed on his knee, right underneath the book he was holding.

fushiguro megumi huffed a sigh, and the dark blue of his eyes fluttered back to his book. his lashes, long and soft the way they shielded his eyes from the sunshine, were catching the light, painted dark with a golden shimmer. his one leg was tucked under him, his one hand propped his head up, fingers buried in his hair. 

his eyebrows slightly furrowed, teeth worrying his lips as he mindlessly picked the skin off his mouth, finally losing himself in the words on paper when you stayed quiet. he shifted slightly to balance the book on his knee, hand turning the page, careful, calm. even though he muttered at you with a tone of voice that suggested irritation, his book was slightly tilted towards you, in a way that made you feel welcome, that made you feel like he liked having you around him.

“you look like the book is making you mad.”

megumi turned another page, blinking, eyebrows drawn together. “that’s just my face.”

you snorted and let your head fall onto the couch, buried in the cushion that smelled like him. his leg comforting against your hand and you could have fallen asleep right then there with the soft inhale and exhale of megumi’s chest, the warm caress of sunshine on your cheek, the silence in the air serene. 

like time suspended, both of you existed here and now. no curses, no teachers, no classmates, just you and him. him and you. 

“read to me?” you asked, voice a bit softer, inquiring, yearning to connect to him, to lose yourself in the way his voice would form syllables, the deep timbre hugging the words close. he knew just how to give soul to the words, how to string them along to form a sentence; when to stop, when to continue, when to give time for its meaning to sicker.

he didn’t answer for a little while, and you didn’t push him to. 

when sleep knocked on your door, trying to settle over you like a thick blanket, that was when his voice infiltrated the space between you both. low, settled, a bit awkward but steady. 

the sun kept dancing over your face to the edge of the couch to the floor, and time kept pretending it didn’t exist. your hand on his leg stayed there, warm, seeking, and he never flinched, never stopped reading. page after page of seemingly boring medicinal properties of tea, yet it came to life with the care that he spilled forth his being.

one hand of his quietly found its way through the strands of your hair.

AUTHOR'S NOTE | for the nonnie, who asked me to write for megumi: i'm working on it!!! you have actually spurred my mind on to do a deep dive into megumi's psyche and,,,, nfgnghnngn so i'm so sorry if it'll take a bit longer. i just!!! have an idea!! and need to put it to paper!!

have this little domestic moment between megumi and yn tho in the meanwhile! :33

[halosbakery]

hiii! I think this is the first time I've made a request :3 jjk men/boys reacting to you showing up with a new nail and then playing a prank that you got it at their friend's request since they paid

𝐉𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬..

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 : 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝗷𝗸 𝗺𝗲𝗻+𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝘀𝗳 𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝘀𝗳!

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨, 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨, 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧

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Megumi Fushiguro

"Guuuumiii!" You said with joy as you buzzed around the kitchen while he was preparing dinner for the both of you. He hummed in response as he continued slicing the mushrooms. "I got my nails done" You giggle as you admire the baby pink. You walked up to him to show him. He averted his gaze towards your nails.

"Looks nice" He mumbled which made you giggle.

"I know right? Yuji chose the color and paid too! He's so generous." You beamed which immediately put down the knife and turned to you.

"What?" He said with a stern voice while staring down at you. You looked up curiously.

"Huh?"

"Did Yuji seriously pay for you?" He frowned. "You could've just asked me.." He mumbled then turned his back to you.

"Well when i asked you to go out earlier, you didn't want to go out" You say in defence, but he didn't reply. "Gumi?" No reply again.. Well it seemed like he was mad now. "Hey! Why are you ignoring me" You tell him and he just sighed.

"Just next time.. if you're planning to go out but i turn you down.. i don't want you going out with other guys.. and if you needed money you could've just said so" He mumbled in annoyance while putting the sliced mushrooms aside to crack some eggs into a small bowl. You giggle to yourself as you wrap your arms around his waist.

"I'm just kiddiiinggg" You giggle into his back which made him groan in annoyance.

Yuuji Itadori

"Aaahh baby your nails are gorgeous!" Yuuji beamed as he held your hands, inspecting the glittery baby pink color which made you giggle.

"Thaankk youuu. Megumi chose the color and paid too! He's such a gentleman am i right?" You smile which made Yuuji look up at you.

"What!" He said in absolute shock as you hummed in response. "What do you mean! Did you go out with Megumi?" He whined while pouting at the same time which made your heart melt.

"Im just joking around" You say as you wrap your arms around him. He quickly wrapped his arms around you and whined.

"Thats so mean.." He mumbled into your chest.

Toji Fushiguro

"Baby your nails really fit you" He said while smirking up at you as he gently rubbed your knuckles.

"I'm glad you like it! Shiu chose the color aaand paid for it too!" You giggled as you look up at him with an innocent smile. He instantly looked down at you, darkening his gaze.

"Pardon?"

"I said, Shiu paid for my nails so i let him choose the color"

"Well he wont be paying or choosing shit for you ever again"

You giggle at his reaction which makes him grumble in annoyance.

"Whats so funny?" He asks, very obviously annoyed as he gets up to look for his phone.

"Toji im just kidding! I he didn't pay for anything or choose anything at all!" You say while bursting out into laughter until, you felt two large hands pick you up as you squealed in response.

"Yeah? You think this is funny huh?" He says with a smirk on his face while walking towards the bedroom. You squirm and squeal as he drops you down on the bed gently and crawls ontop of you.

Geto Suguru

"Getoooo do you like my nails?" You ask as you put your hands infront of his face. He inspects it for a while then nods.

"It looks great!" He says while smiling.

"Yeaah! Gojo paid for them and chose the color too. He's too sweet to me" You say while admiring the glitter on your nails.

"Oh, well thats kind of him.. i suppose." He muttered while he scowled.

"Mhhmmm" You hum while he sighed.

"If you wanted someone to choose your color and pay for you, i'm right here" He says to you which makes you burst out in laughter.

"I'm kiddinggg! What makes you think i'd ask him to pay for my nails"

"Not sure.." He says, while pulling you into a tight and warm hug, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Nanami Kento

"Nanaami i got my nails done" You said as you put your hands in his.

"They look beautiful, sweetheart. Where'd you get them done? I didn't see any recent transactions on my card." He muttered while he inspected your nails. "Nonetheless, they are charming" He compliments.

"Thaank youuu" You giggle as you look up at him. "Haibara paid for them and he chose the color too. Isn't it great?"

"Oh, i see. You know you can always ask me to pay because that is my duty after all, love. I'll contact him to pay him back." He said in a neutral tone. Your heart absolutely melts at how he handles this situation.

"Ken im just kiddinggg.. I used my own money" You grin which makes him sigh.

"Next time you should ask me to pay."

You nod in agreeance while he kisses your forehead.

Gojo Satoru

"Baaabyyy your nails are so cutteeee" He says as he plays with your fingers.

"Thank youuu, im glad you liked them because Geto chose the colors and paid for them too!" You exclaim which makes Gojo drastically gasp.

"WHAAAAT!!!?? AND YOU DIDN'T ASK ME!? FIRST?" He pouted while looking up at you with puppy eyes which makes you burst into laughter.

"Gojo im just jookinnggg" You playfully respond as you cup his cheeks. He huffed childishly and dug his face into your chest while whining as you ruffle his hair.

Sukuna Ryomen

"Kuunaaa" you call out to him.

"What" He says as he looks over to you.

"I got my naillss doneee" You grin from ear to ear.

"Why?" He asked while looking down at your nails. "I guess they don't seem too bad."

"Yeaaah! Urame paid for them and chose the color too!" You exclaim which makes Sukuna frown.

"I demand you to get them removed at this instant" He says firmly.

"What why-" But before you could finish you sentence, he grabs your wrist and inspects your nails.

"I said you must get them removed this instant, and i shall be the one to pay and choose the color" He says, sounding furious which makes you squirm with laughter. He raises an eyebrow and frown.

"I'm just kidding! You should've seen your face kuna" You giggle which makes him scoff. He decides to walk off to calm himself down and maybe also hide away his embarrassment..