#megumi x bimbo gf

[fushiguro-megloomy]

been thinkin’ about megumi and his bimbo gf

Megumi knows you're not the sharpest knife in the drawer, a little ditsy.. Dumb, if you will. But he doesn't look down on you, if anything it makes him more protective of you. Often his hand is guiding you by the small of your back so you don't get separated when you go out. He holds your hand when you cross the street, a little worried you’ll step out before the light changes. He’ll never tell you an outfit if too revealing to wear in public. But when he notices how the male waiter is staring at your chest and being just a little too friendly? Megumi slinks his arm over your shoulder, shooting a death glare until he gets the message.  When you go to the store, megumi almost always stands behind you, so when you bend over in those tight little skirts you wear you aren't exposing yourself to prying eyes. When they start to ride a little too high he pulls them back down, fingers brushing your skin.  He’s perfectly content following you around and being your coat rack. Sometimes you even ask him into the dressing room, getting his opinions on skimpy outfits. Megumi is happy to oblige, and when you aren't looking, he has to adjust the growing bulge in his pants as he watches you dress and undress.  When you guys are with friends and you start to get visibly lost by the direction of conversation, he changes the subject. Watching your excitement as you chime in on the new topic causes a smile to crack to the corners of megumis hard exterior.  While he’s protective, megumi is also not afraid to take advantage when it suits him. His large hands running up the plush skin of your thighs, giving them a squeeze while you sit together on the couch. “I’m sorry baby, you're just so pretty it’s got me all hard.. I think you might have to help me out. :(((( “ And within minutes he’s hissing through his teeth while you head bobs on his dick. // 18+mdni //

©lulusworks 2023

[megumishotgf]

more and more (jjk mainly) fic recs (pt. iii)♡

hello and welcome to more of my fic recs!! credit to all these talented writers, pls check out their other works too!! featuring: (jjk) megumi, yuuji, satoru, suguru, toji (mha) katuski (lmao just for the one post because it NEEDED to be shared) masterlist recs pt. i pt. ii

: ̗̀➛ megumi fushiguro x reader

megumi thinks about how whipped (he is while impatiently waiting for you to text back)

fucking megumi in his baseball uniform (lengthier fic with dom! megumi... omg)

sharing a bed and cuddling (so soft i'm crying. i'm unsure if i've linked this before)

racer a.u. w/ bf megumi (in physical agony because i need this)

megumi is obsessed with yuuji's bimbo gf (i love LOVE love bimbo reader fics AHH)

: ̗̀➛ satoru gojo x reader

your kid shows you an ugly drawing (similar to the katsuki scenario i linked last time, so funny!!)

satoru comforts you after you have a nightmare (so fluffy and sweet... i'm bawling)

age gap w/ satoru, he teaches you to fuck (younger reader. god i love this)

satoru proposes to you :(( (i'm crying)

satoru fucking his chubby gf (help my pussy's gone crazy)

more satoru w/ chubby gf (so so much praise)

: ̗̀➛ geto suguru x reader

arguing with then fucking your ex suguru who is now a cult leader (omfg)

suguru fingers you during movie night w/ satoru and shoko (wow this fic definitely hit the spot. one of my favourites on this list)

'no one's made me cum before' (now this is relatable)

you're babysitting nanako + mimiko and are about to fuck their dad (ahhhhhh)

y/n is insecure and can't tell suguru ('it's not what he's made for' some heavy angst for the sick fucks that enjoy it)

step brother! suguru teaches you how to kiss (this damn fandom makes me read so much stepcest. disgusting! *saved immediately*)

suguru wonders if he should cut his hair (fluffy!! but the last line made me want to burst into tears!!)

: ̗̀➛ toji fushiguro x reader

smutty fic w/ crybaby reader (it's me i'm the crybaby. this author has SO many good toji fics, i linked one of their prison bf fics last time!!)

toji is so so big but he makes it fit (major size kink!!)

: ̗̀➛ yuuji itadori x reader

finally fucking roommate! yuuji (i am shocked this doesn't have more likes it was such an incredible read)

virgin! yuuji headcanons (he's just so whiney and such a good boy. omg i love fics where y/n is the more experienced one)

giggly sex drabble (the best type of sex i need more fics like this)

yuuji can't jack off to jennifer lawrence anymore because of YOU! (i think this initiated a yuuji phase for me...)

: ̗̀➛ katsuki bakugou x reader

gq couples quiz w/ katsuki (i am shocked this doesn't have ten thousand likes. it's perfect the characterisation is perfect. pls check out the creator's masterlist here everything is so so good)

multiple characters (jjk drabbles)

using your safe word (satoru + suguru)

boyfriend texts (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, megumi, yuuji, toge + choso)

riding, missionary or doggy? (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, choso. btw the right answer is doggy)

bf texts (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, choso, megumi, toge + yuuji)

unholy drabbles!! (toji, satoru + kento)

cute texts during your period!! (satoru, choso, toji, megumi, yuuji, toge)

: ̗̀➛ also multiple characters (drabbles w/ unspecified names then characters listed at the end? i don't know how to describe this sorry lol)

eating you out sloppily omg (aot + jjk + genshin + demon slayer)

tits, ass or thighs? (bleach + jjk + jjba + one piece + csm)

men that are obsessed with thick women (jjk + kny + aot + tokyo revengers)

general fucking headcanons (jjk + aot + haikyuu + tokyo revengers + genshin + sk8 + csm)

quick question!! should i still link the really successful fics / blogs (like 4k+ notes, some have up to 15k!!), as i'm sure you will have already encountered them in their respective tags? in other words, should i focus on linking fics that are less interacted with? pls let me know <3

[todorokies]

: ̗̀➛ ˚⋆ᡣ𐭩˚ JUJUTSU KAISEN. . .

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── SATORU GOJO

────── dabbles & oneshots . . .

slice of life parenting megumi & tsumiki ﾉ fluff

satoru cannot stand the taste of alcohol ﾉ fluff

tag teaming with satosugu ﾉ nsfw

bratty!gojo + part two ﾉ nsfw

pervy!gojo ﾉ nsfw

a long walk ft. geto suguru ﾉ fluff, angst

morning glories ﾉ fluff

─────── headcanons . . .

jjk characters as male thot jobs ﾉ suggestive

taking care of their s/o after a mission ﾉ fluff

carving pumpkins with the jjk characters ﾉ fluff

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── SUGURU GETO

───── dabbles & oneshots . . .

everything everywhere all at once ﾉ angst, fluff

cherry blossoms, tarot cards & chamomile ﾉ fluff

midnight love affair ﾉ nsfw

tag teaming with satosugu ﾉ nsfw

geto x glasses wearer reader ﾉ nsfw

a long walk ft satoru gojo ﾉ fluff, angst

rumor has it; vampire!geto ﾉ suggestive

geto with a astrologer gf ﾉ fluff, nsfw

────── headcanons . . .

jjk characters as male thot jobs ﾉ suggestive

carving pumpkins with jjk the characters ﾉ fluff

random geto thoughts ﾉ fluff

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

──── drabbles & oneshots. . .

spending october with megumi ﾉ fluff

megumi x bimbo reader ﾉ fluff

────── headcanons . . .

megumi as your boyfriend ﾉ fluff

taking care of their s/o after a mission ﾉ fluff

carving pumpkins with the jjk characters ﾉ fluff

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── KENTO NANAMI

──── dabbles & oneshots . . .

the boy is mine ! ﾉ sfw

──── headcanons . . .

jjk characters as male thot jobs ﾉ suggestive

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── CHOSO KAMO

───── dabbles & oneshots . . .

death and the maiden ﾉ nsfw

lovesick!choso ﾉ nsfw

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── YUUTA OKKOSTU

──── dabbles & oneshots . . .

yuuta with a bratty girlfriend ﾉ fluff

[uppermocns-moved]

🕴🏽MEGUMI. megumi. megumi. anything about megumi i’m begging.

you’re right on time!

i was just thinking abt megumi with a bimbo gf. always standing behind her to make sure she doesn’t accidentally flash anyone by bending over (or catching a glimpse for himself, perv 🙄) and beating up anyone that decides to get a little too friendly.

[touyaz]

to tell the truth.

pairing fushiguro megumi x fem reader

word count 2,938

notes oh to be pretty boy megumi’s bimbo gf </3 @cursedarchiveblog @http-404-error-unknown

WARNINGS bimbo! reader (... kind of. an attempt was made.), smut, fingering, unprotected sex, vag sex, cream pie. reader wears a skirt (no length specified) and mascara. reader is called girl, but has no pronouns.

MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.

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"You'll get wrinkles like that, you know?" you tease, smoothing the crease between Megumi's brows only for it to return as soon as you move away. "Please don't ruin your pretty face."

"I wouldn't if you— I'm not pretty," he grumbles, frown deepening, brows furrowing further, as his eyes wander away from the pout on your face. There's a blush rising high on the curve of his cheeks, dusted pink and not so out of character when you know exactly what effect compliments have on him.

"Yeah, you are." Your lips turn up into a coy grin just as two of your fingers rise to pinch his cheeks. "The prettiest. My pretty boy Megumi."

He rolls his eyes. He huffs a little and straightens his posture, too. He can't do much about the way his flush darkens, though, highlighting the very tip of his ears a matching red.

Clearing his throat, he holds your wrist with just enough force that your own hand loosens. "Thank you, now finish the question."

"Can't we take a break instead?" you immediately whine, dropping your hand to his thigh and shifting closer to rest your head on his shoulder. "I'm tired."

"You've only answered two questions."

"And they were tiring," you groan, burrowing your face in the warm fabric of his jumper. A hint of mint lingers in the threads and you would chase after the fragrance if not for him holding your chin and angling your head away. "Megumi…"

"One more," he says. "Answer the first part of this question then we can take a break, okay?"

You pout a little, eyes already drooping with a want to sleep. You look cute. You look downright endearing drawing mindless circles on his thigh as you stare at him, silently trying to convince him to take a break now, but he's not going to budge. He raises his brows expectantly, almost daring you to whine once more, but you huff and turn away, reading the question on your paper. 

"Good girl." He smiles when you brighten at that, mood lifting from the shred of praise. "What does it say?"

"The first part says 'define and compare analytic and synthetic truths.'"

He hums, leaning in to hover beside you, reading the question over for himself. He knows he's gone over this with you before, and he hopes you remember what he taught you and not the proposition for anal you made after seeing 'analytic'.

He watches as you worry over your bottom lip, licking away the strawberry gloss as you mumble the terms over and over, trying to rack your brain for the answer. There's a cute crease forming between your brows and he would joke about you getting wrinkles now, but he doesn't want to break your flow. 

"I know this," you whine, leaning your chin on your hand and glaring down at the sheet of paper. "'Gumi, we did this, I know we did, but I can't— all I can think about is anal now. I remember that."

He's not surprised that your mind has drifted, though he does feel a little bad at how much you're stressing over the question now. He's about to give you a clue when you gasp and turn to him with stars in your eyes.

"It's the— It's the boring one, right?"

And he has no idea where you're going with this, but he says, "Yeah, go on."

"It's, like, with logic and stuff?" you say, tilting your head like a little robin, and he can't help but smile, nodding to encourage you. "And, um, the meanings of words, right?"

He's proud of you — he really is — but it's hard to stay focused on your clueless expression, on your wide eyes waiting for him to put you out of your misery, when he can feel his cock twitch in his pants. 

He coughs, praying you keep looking at him and not down at his thighs where your hand has wandered back to. "Yeah, yeah, you got it."

"Really?" You cheer up, squeezing his thigh a little and he tenses, feeling himself harden as your warmth seeps into his clothes. "That doesn't sound fancy enough, though."

"We'll work on that later. Can you— Can you give me an example?"

He hopes you don't dwell on him fumbling over his words, too busy focusing on your fingers drumming along the inner slope of his thigh.

You hum, biting your lip as you think.

Fuck. He shouldn't have looked down, he should've kept his eyes glued to your own because now he can't tear them away from the plump swell of your bottom lip, the smear of your gloss and the tender skin that's hidden beneath the shine. Fuck.

His eyes fall even lower to where your hand is inches away from the tent in his pants. It's pathetic. It's disgusting. It's unfathomably embarrassing that you answering one little thing correctly has him hard as a brick. But, it's undeniable that he twitches — that his trousers get a little tighter, his dick a little harder — when you exclaim, "Like one plus one is two!"

You even smack his thigh when you jolt upright in your excitement, and he hopes you missed the whimper that squeaked out of him at the movement.

"Yeah, yeah, like that. Good— Good job." He ends with a stoic nod, about to tell you to finish the rest of the question when your lips turn down.

"You okay, baby? You're red all of a sudden."

"I'm fine," he replies, feeling anything but. He's lying through his teeth and he doesn't know whether to feel annoyed that you're focusing on him when he doesn't want that, or to feel loved by you caring for him over something so… Itadori-esque. If only you knew the truth.

"You don't feel too hot," you say, checking his temperature with the back of your hand. Your other one still sits dangerously close to his hard-on. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Come on, next question." You drop it and he's grateful for a split second until you shift to look at the paper again, and your arm grazes his hardness.

Don't say anything. Don't say anything. Please, don't say any—

You giggle.

"Oh."

Fuck.

You're biting your lip again — not that he can tell because as soon as he heard your tinkling laughter, he closed his eyes to try and drown out the sound. 

"Megumi," you start, a teasing lilt in your voice as you draw out the syllables until he grumbles a reply. "Megumi, baby."

"Don't," he gets out through the grit in his throat. "Just— Get to work."

You hum a sweet agreement, but he should've known better. He should've been more attuned to you, and less�� whatever he has going on with him right now.

Especially when he feels your hand slide up his thigh.

"That's not—" He almost wheezes when you squeeze over his bulge, thoughts draining from his mind as you massage him slowly. "Fuck, stop."

"I'm just getting to work like you said, baby." He can feel the gentle tiptoe of your fingers moving up, feel them skim across the sliver of skin left bare between his sweatpants and his jumper. "Is this what you want?"

"That's not—" he gulps, hands closing around the edge of his chair as he lets you slide your hand down his pants. It's a tight fit, but that doesn't matter to him; your fingers barely graze his hardness and it's enough to make him jerk in his seat. "You know that's not what I meant."

"You're not complaining, though," you comment, shifting closer to litter teasing kisses along his jaw. You can feel the grind of bone on bone, the hard line of his angled face softened by the gentle pecks you lay along the curve. His pulse races beneath your lips, only made worse when you nibble over the tender spot until he lets out a quiet groan. "I think you like it. Pretty boy Megumi gets all weak and hard over some studying. Just wait till I tell Nobara this."

He chuckles. A little breathless, a lot tired of the attitude. 

A hand wraps around your forearm and you freeze.

Without another word, your arm goes slack in his hold, letting him pull your hand out of his trousers with no hassle. 

You really shouldn't have brought up Nobara.

You can't tell what he's thinking, navy eyes barely glancing over your form when he tugs you along, hauling you onto his lap. His chest is firm along your body and his cock pokes your lower back, but he pays it no mind.

"Synthetic truths. Answer."

You slump in his hold. "Seriously? Aren't we—"

"Answer it now," he demands, squeezing your waist so you straighten up. "If you get it right, I'll think about letting you cum."

"That's not fair," you mumble, crossing your arms and rereading the sheet in front of you.

"Should've thought of that before you got all smart on me."

"You like when I'm smart," you tease, pushing back on the hardness that still digs into you before he holds you still. 

"If I don't hear an answer soon, we're both going to be disappointed."

You huff, blinking to clear the cloudiness in your eyes so you can focus on the words a little better. 

"They're, um," you start, murmuring the words over and over in hopes it jogs your memory. You think you're crawling closer to the answer, nearing the tip of the iceberg when you feel Megumi's hands ghost over your stomach. "Megumi?"

"Try again," he says, more focused on pulling the ends of your skirt up so the fabric pools around your waist. "Come on, you can do it."

"They're the—" you gasp when one cold finger teases over your clit through your panties, fumbling over your words as he lightly taps down to the growing wet spot then back up again. "The ones with the, the thing that— that says— M-Megumi, please."

He clicks his teeth, moving his fingertip over the bud with a painstaking slowness. Your nails dig into your palm when he pulls aside the cloth to play with your pussy, a quiet squelch sounding when he finally sinks his finger into you. "Almost there," he murmurs, brushing his nose along your neck, rubbing against your silken walls. "Just say a little more for me."

"They're the ones with — ah, more, more, please," you whimper. He indulges you for now, slipping in a second finger and then holding still.

He kisses the crook of your neck. "Go on."

"It's about experience," you say, but it sounds more like a question with the way your pitch rises at the end. You're on the right track, though, and Megumi rewards your progress by curling his fingers, a gesture that has your back arching, moans slipping from your mouth. "Experience! Like, like, um, what you— what you know because you, you feel so good—" he clicks his teeth again, pulling his fingers out to lightly slap your sex before pushing three fingers back in "—sorry, sorry! It's when you, you know it because you see it. Like, like with your senses."

He hums, burying himself down to the knuckles, carving his prints into the soft walls of your pussy as he strokes and curls his fingers. "Is that your final answer?"

"Yes! Yes, please, Megumi—"

"Alright," he sighs, pulling his fingers out of you with a lewd squelch. "You did well."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he says, and you feel his smile when he leaves a kiss on your head. "I'm proud of you. Stand up for me."

You waste no time in getting up, using the table in front of you for support when your knees tremble too much. With a low utterance of 'good girl', Megumi bunches your skirt up, pinning it to your lower back with one hand as the other pushes your underwear down.

"You ready?" he asks, guiding the head of his cock along your dripping sex.

"Yes, hurry," you whine, hitting the desk when he circles your clit with his tip, smearing the pre that beads at the top. "Put it in."

"Wait." His tongue strikes his teeth and he stops moving. "You didn't give me an example."

"What?"

"Give me an example of a synthetic truth."

"Are you kidding me?" You try pushing yourself back onto him, but he keeps you at bay with the hand on your back. "Megumi, please, want it so bad."

"The sooner you answer—" he slaps his cock against your slick folds, and you can hear how sloppy and wet you are from all his teasing "—the sooner you can cum."

"Please," you sob. Megumi's sure that if he looked over your shoulder right now, he'd see your mascara running in rivulets. "'Gumi, please, I'll answer after, I swear, just fuck me." He makes a sound of disapproval that you huff at, turning your face to him — his lips quirk when he sees the mess of crystals and carbon black on your cheeks. "You're so mean."

"That's not nice," he mumbles, resting the blunt head of his cock just outside your aching entrance. "But I'll accept it."

The debauched cry you let out when he finally pushes into you sends a shiver down his spine. It's easy to sheathe himself all the way given how wet you are. A creamy ring circles the base of his length when he pulls out, and a filthy pap rings out when he buries himself in again.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, rearing his hips and setting a steady pace. Short, swift thrusts have your breath knocking out of you, body keeling over as his hands grip your waist firmly enough to bruise. "Fuck, you feel so good."

"Just for— for you," you pant, whimpering his name when one hand comes to flick over your clit. The table beneath you shakes under the pressure when Megumi trades speed for power; he relishes the way your pussy clamps down around his length as he sinks all the way in. He pulls out and a choked moan escapes him when you drag him back in just as quickly, your nails digging into his soft thighs as you beg for him to go harder. "Please, please, need more—"

"Yeah," he pants, nudging your legs further apart so he can hammer into you more deeply, balls slapping against your clammy skin with each fervent move. "Yeah, I've got you. Shit— you're so— so tight."

It's dumb-founding how a straight A student like Megumi can be brought down to his knees by you. He can deal with lab work and back-to-back deadlines with minimal stress, but your glassy eyes and sopping pussy have him fumbling for words; just the sight of your slick drenching his thighs has his mind blanking, his thoughts reduced to baser instincts, animalistic groans and curses all that pour out of his mouth.

It doesn't help that he can hear how wet you are. Obscene noises echo each time his hips clap against your ass, and the sound of slick gushing out of you fills his mind every time he looks down to where you're both connected.

"So fucking messy," he rasps. "I can't— can't hold it. Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Wanna cum," you cry, and he tilts his hips just a little to the left to have you careening. The tip of his length nudges that soft spot in you that has your entire body tensing, calling his name in broken wails as he doesn't let up.

It isn't much longer until you're boneless in his hold, stars dotting your vision behind closed eyes. He's still pumping into you, rolling around your clit so you sob from all the stimulation, hiccupping, ‘Can't, no more, 'Gumi,’ like a helpless plea. A few thrusts more and he's slumping over your body, buried down to the base inside you, groaning as he finally cums. Your pussy clenches around him in tired pulses, draining him of all his energy, milking him for all his worth.

He blinks away the haze in his eyes, smiling tiredly at the wet squelch that sounds when he pulls his softened length out. His legs feel weak and exhausted, but he manages to bend down enough to pull your panties back up, narrowly catching the way his cum seeps out and darkens the cloth. He falls back onto his seat, dragging you with him since you’re still shaking in place, knees nearly buckling.

"We should— We should take a break," he gets out, helping you when you shift to rest your head on his chest. You hum and he kisses your head before continuing, "No more rewards until you've finished all the work."

"This was all your fault," you say, and he savours the way you struggle to catch your breath. "Getting all— Getting hard when I'm just trying to study."

"Sorry." A part of him is sorry — the part of him that's embarrassed by his newfound weakness, conjuring all the ways you could exploit it to your advantage in the future — but the majority of him is still basking in the afterglow, not too bothered by the derailment of your study session.

"It's fine," you mumble. He really should stop you from nuzzling into his chest because you look like you're about to fall asleep, but you look endearing and he figures a short rest won't harm either of you. That is, until you continue, "I'm still telling Nobara, though."

He pinches your cheek, pushing you away from him. "That's it. Break's over now."

[lifeofmisssugarpink]

Wow I actually finished a fanfic for once. This is for @inupi 's bimbo bonanza collab. God my mind goes brrrr for a sweet dumb girl (and boy, I love my himbos)

Yuuji Itadori x Bimbo! reader

All characters are 18+

For context I made it so that reader and the other first years are in their second year of university.

No curse AU

Work count: 3.2k

Slight slut shaming from Sukuna. Minors DNI and it's referenced that reader has a more chubby body type but nothing explicit.

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His feet were sore and his arms were starting to ache but he didn’t care.

Hearing your giggles coming from the dressing room kept a cheerful smile on his face as you were getting changed into yet another dress you wanted to show him. He knew at 1:30 in the afternoon you were meant to be in your chemistry lecture, but with a bat of your lashes and a reassurance you’ll catch up on what you've missed from a classmate (he knew you would just copy but as long as you pass and are happy he couldn’t care less about how your classmates feel) he let you drag him around from store to store through Roppongi.

Hearing the ping come from his phone, Yuuji fetched it from his pocket. He saw it was a notification from the group chat that he, Nobara and Megumi were in.

Megumi: Itadori where are you? Did you forget we was going to study with the third years today?

Oh? Guess he forgot he made plans. Oh well, he was sure they’ll understand he’s got important business to tend to.

Yuji: Ah~ Sorry, I’m out shopping with the gf rn completely forgot!

Nobara: You goddamn simp. You two make me ill. I can’t believe you was the first of us to get a relationship 凸(｀△´＋）

‘How does this one look?’

At the sound of your voice his head snapped up, immediately disregarding his half typed reply.

Holy shit.

He knew you were fond of short skirts and dresses (something that he vividly remembered you getting in trouble with in high school by getting a size too small). The low cut of the dress pushing up your breast and the length cutting off just at your upper thigh, showing off your thick thighs in all their glory.

At the lack of response from your boyfriend you pout, did he not like it? Before you could ask him again a wide toothy grin broke out on his face.

‘You look great baby!’ eyes wide and cheeks flushed, ‘ why don’t you show me the back?’

Giving a short twirl, you faced towards the dressing room mirror, looking over your shoulder as you showed off the dress to your boyfriend. Amber eyes trailed down your back to where your ass was snuggly fitted into the dress. God, how did he get so lucky to get someone like you?

He remembers the first time he saw you in high school, transferring from abroad and speaking in broken Japanese, only enough to get by in class. Another memory comes to mind when his friends asked him who he had a crush on; his answer was definitely something that threw his friends off.

—--

‘Eh? Her? I didn’t know you liked them ditzy Itadori’

‘You really are an ass man aren’t you?’ another friend laughed.

His cheeks flushed as he moved his sight over to you sitting with your own group of friends, the buttons of your uniform straining across your bust and skirt rising up your thighs.

—--

‘I’m going to go pay for the dress and then we can go get something to eat Yu. Oooo maybe that new pancake place down the street, they recently added a strawberry drink on the menu and it looks so cute! I promised Nobara I’d instagram it for her’

At the mention of Nobara he realised he forgot to reply to the group chat; sending a half assed reply he shoved his phone back into his pocket and caught up to you at the counter and getting out his wallet to pay for the dress. He doesn’t know exactly where you would wear it so it looks like he’d have to take you out on a more high end date night at some point in the future; his heart was racing already imagining you getting ready and making yourself pretty just for him, your Yu.

Watching him hand the cashier 9500 yen you let out a squeal and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a hearty kiss.

‘Thank you so much baby!’

Grabbing his hand you dragged him from the store towards the pancake place you mentioned to him earlier, although if he was honest he didn’t pay too much attention considering he attention was largely on your ass in that dress.

—

‘God I’m so full, those pancakes were so yummy!’

Cheek resting on his first he watched you drink the last on your strawberry shake you was so excited to try, after you instagrammed it with a filter for Nobara.

With both hands placed on the table Yuuji hauled himself out of his seat ‘come on, I’ll walk you back to your dorm’.

Getting up out of your own seat, you placed your manicured hand into his while your bags hung from his opposing arm as the both of you walked towards your dorm room.

—-

The same arm carrying your bags had now gone numb as you were both outside your dorm door, he didn’t want to leave until you were in and safe, however you were still rummaging through your handbag for a key that by this point he was certain wasn’t there.

‘I swear I put it in here earlier, how did I lock the door?’

Poor Yuuji didn’t have the heart to tell you that you didn’t, you have a bad habit of forgetting and your roommate has long since given up nagging you about it, they lock the door behind you now. Unfortunately it was the same roommate that has locked you out currently and decided tonight was the night to spend at her boyfriend's place.

Tears sprung up to your eyes ‘what if I have to sleep on the street tonight?’

‘What? Don’t be ridiculous baby, you’re going to sleep at mine tonight’

As quick as they came the tears dried up and your boyfriend's hand engulfed yours as the both of you walked towards the station to catch the next train to Yuuji’s apartment.

As much as he adored you, he used any and every excuse he could think of to try and avoid bringing you home, not because he’s ashamed or embarrassed of you but because he dreads to think how Sukuna would talk to you.

Yuuji knows he isn’t exactly the smartest guy and he gets his fair share of insults flung his way by his older brother; he couldn’t live with himself if you got upset over a situation he could avoid putting you in.

Checking through some of the notifications on his phone while you cuddled into his side on the train he took note of the time. Sukuna works night shifts at a club in the city centre so with any luck he’ll be gone by the time you two get to the apartment and will be able to leave while he’s passed out catching up on his sleep. His shoulders slumped, more relaxed that he won’t have to deal with Sukuna tonight.

—

This was it, this is his 13th reason. He should have known damn well his brother couldn’t let him have one thing.

The moment he opened the door to his apartment the smell of cigarettes and indie rock playing in the background was enough to let him know that Sukuna, was in fact, not at work tonight. The shit eating grin that broke out on his face when he looked over from his place on the sofa and saw you, his precious little girlfriend standing behind him, not even aware of the man looking at you but more entertained with all the posters and pictures littering the wall.

‘You’re back late punk. Spending some quality time with your girlfriend I take it?’

The innuendo wasn’t lost on him, his frown deepened as you finally realised that there was someone else in the apartment. With a cherub-like smile you greeted the older man. You knew Yuuji had an older brother, however he didn’t expand much on it and you couldn’t remember often enough to ask.

‘Now ain’t you cute? Yuuji why did you not bring her over sooner?’

Now that you looked closer you can really see the resemblance, from their pink hair to their chestnut brown eyes. However you noticed Yuuji’s brother was a lot more muscular, hair slightly longer and brushed back and tattooed. The tattoos on his face and running down his bare chest caught your attention, after all it wasn’t as common to see someone as heavily tattooed as him since you moved to Japan.

‘You’re never home, now if you excuse us we’re going to my room’

Keep it curt, keep it blunt and just walk away. If Yuuji gave him any opportunity to make a remark he knew his brother would take it up in an instant.

‘Make sure to keep it down then yeah, common courtesy and all that’.

That son of a bitch, these were clearly going over your head as you responded with a chipper ‘yes sir’ and the barking laughter of Sukuna followed you both to his room.

‘What was so funny? Did I make a joke?’

‘No baby, he’s always been weird like that’.

With that the both of you got comfy on his bed which he’s thanking the heavens he made this morning. Scrolling through his netflix he landed on a K-drama that if he was honest, was full of plot holes and classic tropes; but you seemed to be highly invested in it, so he kept it on knowing you would get confused if he changed the movie now.

You wrapped your arms around his waist as you leaned more into him and his own arm wrapped around you with his hand placed on the curve of your hip. Glancing down he felt the hot flush of arousal, he hadn’t noticed the lack of bra today. In this position the creamy skin of your breasts was on show to him and the pebbling of your nipples visible through your shirt. He mentally curses to himself as his pants start to feel more constricting as he feels himself get half hard.

‘Yu, I’m thirsty’.

Fuck, he either sends you to get it yourself which will end up with you getting pouty at him, on top of that Sukuna will be having a field day being able to catch you on your own in their kitchen; especially since his brother has eyes like a hawk and more than likely noticed your lack of bra before he did.

Or he gets up to go get the drink himself and you either catch his half hard cock or his brother does, and truthfully only one sounded less embarrassing to him. He’s no virgin by any means, and the two of you have done some heavy groping and a few hand jobs here and there but neither of you have slept with each other yet. Not for your lack of trying though, you’re an open book about how much you want to please him, but Yuuji has held off out of the respect he has for you.

He knows that because you’re a little more.. ditzy than other girls, guys have tried to take advantage of your nature before, he saw it during high school and during your first year of university, before the two of you got together.

Your slow nature is also another reason he wants to keep you away from his brother; he’ll push his luck as far as he can with you. If it wasn’t for him being financially dependent on Sukuna, he would have moved out a long time ago.

With an internal sign he decided to bite the bullet, a roasting from Sukuna about being caught with a boner is surely the better outcome than seeing how far he’ll take it by touching you up.

Unfortunately he couldn’t get off the bed before you noticed his problem.

‘Oh! Yu you should have told me’ with a pout ‘I can help you with that’

The red hot flush went straight to his cheeks, as he tried to get up off the bed, but was pushed down by your hands.

‘You really don’t have to do that baby, it’s fine don’t worry’

He felt your hands play with the zipper of his pants and in one swift motion, you had yanked both his pants and boxers down, the tip of his cock was swollen, heavy and red by this point, the beads of precum already having ruined his boxers.

He felt the soft skin of your palm wrap around his cock. He couldn’t help but think how pretty they looked with your freshly manicured nails (paid for by him of course, and he would happily pay for them again). A hiss escaped him as you started to move your hand up and down his shaft, the pad of your thumb rubbing against the slit each time you bring your hand back up.

‘Hn, baby you don’t have to’

‘But I want to’

With that you give his tip a kitten lick before taking it into your mouth, causing the pink haired boy to tense, his abdomen muscles clenching as if to stop himself busting a nut right then and there. His teeth are tightly digging into his lip to keep his moans from escaping.

You took him further into your mouth, the wet sounds of your tongue making room to take him made his dick throb harder. Whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth you took into your hand and softly pumped the rest of him.

He could see it, the streaks of your lipstick and the stickiness of your lipgloss wiping off on his shaft. Jesus fucking christ that was hot. One arm was positioned further back to hold his body up to get a better view of you while his spare hand made its way to the bad of your head and tangled into your hair. It took everything in him to not push down and make you take it all, the tears prickling the corner of your eyes already letting him know you’re taking as much as you can.

Instead he follows your rhythm and guides you up and down his shaft, each soft gag and moan vibrating up his dick and making his balls tighten. If he didn’t get you off him soon he’s gonna blow.

‘F-fuck, inside. I want to be inside you’

That was all you needed to hear. Pulling the shirt over your head, your breasts gave an almost comical bounce and Yuujis hot mouth soon made its home on your nipples as he took them into his mouth.

Aiding you in getting your skirt and thong off, he wrapped his arms around your waist as he pulled you into his lap, the shaft of his cock snuggled between your cheeks. He removed himself from your breasts and planted his lips on yours, tongues moving between each other's mouths.

He placed his hands on your hips and lifted you up ever so slightly before rearranging himself so that his leaking top was placed at your entrance. With one swift pull of your hips he entered you. Letting out a load moan from being filled up by him for the first time Yuuji quickly placed his plam over your mouth.

‘Shit, we don’t want my brother to overhear us, do you baby?’

A small shake of your head was all he needed to hear, as quick as he removed his palm from over your mouth he pushed two fingers in between your lips. The soft bucking of his hips beneath you and the friction of his pubic bone rubbing against your clit was enough to turn your brain to mush. You welcomed his thick fingers with a gentle suckle and rocked your hips in retaliation. With one of his hands placed on your hip and the other with his fingers pressing down on your tongue, you used your free hands to give him a show.

Placing your hands on your lower belly, sliding them upwards. You didn’t bother to check if he was watching, just having another set of hands on your was enough to produce more slick. As your hands reached up towards your sternum you took your breasts into your hands, squeezing them for pleasure as the friction on your nipples caused your core to clench around Yuuji, causing a quiet groan to be produced from him.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva still connected your tongue to his fingers tip. ‘Remember, be quiet baby’.

With that both hands were on your hips and the pace of his thrusts got faster and more violent. Grabbing you and lifting you up before slamming you back down onto his weeping cock, the thick creamy ring of precum forming around his shaft with each up and down motion of your pussy engulfing him. What a good girl you are for him, he can see you trying your hardest to be quiet, his fingers replaced with your own as you’re trying not to let your moans get too loud.

He would almost be paranoid that Sukuna could hear the wet slapping of your hips coming together but the clenching of your pussy around his cock was too much for him to pay too much attention to anyone else around him.

His pace grew erratic as he lifted up his legs so you could lean back and rest on his thighs, his hips snapping up at a more volatile pace, he felt you clench around him more regularly now, he knew you was close and god he couldn’t hold on much longer either.

‘C-cum, I’m gonna cum - oh god - Yuuji~’

With one final pump of his hips you clenched around him so tight it was almost painful, the milky spurts of his cum coating your walls. It would have been perfect if it wasn’t for the fact your loud pornographic moan was the reason he busted his load when he did.

You slumped on top of him, softening erection still stuffed inside you and sweat rolling down between your breasts. You clearly didn’t realise how loud you moaned. You looked so fucked out and pretty as he leaned back onto his pillows, bringing your body to rest on top of his. Fuck it, maybe Sukuna didn’t hear, hell who cares by this point; after all he was the one that got laid.

‘I love you Yuuji’

Arms wrapped tightly around your waist and digging your head into his shoulder, Yuuji couldn’t help but think, how did he get so lucky to have you.

—---

‘Shit’

His chest was sweaty and his palm sticky, covered in his own cum as his cock was softening and going limp in his hand.

What was he supposed to do? When his little brother had walked in with a hot piece of ass like that, tits squished into a tiny shirt and had her moaning like a whore.

Sukuna washed his hands under the kitchen sink and made his way back to his previous position on the sofa. With any luck in the morning he might be able to get another glimpse at you, hell, might even try to convince Yuuji to let him have a go at that tight cunt of yours.