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loooived hypersexual megumi nnahhha
more if you eant to please 🥺👉👈
i love how many messages im getting abt this heheh here is my last installment of it :3 at least in smau form fun clue something Major happens here and this is literally the only way i envision it happening for him on the messages there are no contact photos and I can't even tell u why so just pretend that I'm competent part one two
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twin could you write boyfriend megumi x ovulating horny reader smut like megumi manhandles her in bed and he’s strong <333 the whole fic is just heavy on eating her out and she squirms and he pins her hips down omfgg… and he has a tongue piercing bc yessss. overstim, mocking praise/degradation and crying plzzzz 😭🙏
megumi's lips close around your clit as he sucks, tongue piercing meeting your clit perfectly. you whine, back arching, slick pooling out of your hole. you weren't meaning to tell him that you were ovulating, but he has that damn period tracker app on his phone. megumi loves when you're ovulating, he says you taste even more sweeter than usual.
he brings a finger to your fluttering hole, slipping it in slowly. you whine, trying to push him away but he pulls you back, holding your thighs with his arms. you try to push his head away from your clit, the stimulation is too much, but he just grabs your wrists with one hand and holds it in place.
"look how much you're leaking for me. i knew you wanted this." he mumbles into your soaking cunt, licking up all your slick. "look at this pretty pussy, all wet for me. you taste so good, pretty."
he slides his tongue over your clit, moaning against it. the vibrations cause a shiver to move up your spine. his piercing rubs on your bud, causing even more pleasure than you expected. you try squirming away but he doesn't let you. "nuhuh, look at how she needs me."
he pulls his finger out and replaces it with his tongue. the warmth of his breath as he licks you from the inside has you seeing stars. the feeling of him bringing you pleasure feels like a dream come true.
"mm—gumi—ah!" you whine, trying to pull away but he holds you down. his tongue works fast in your hole, fucking you with a steady pace. his nose brushes your clit softly, making you whine. he loves the way you get needy for him. the way you clench his tongue. and especially the way you cum.
your back arches, a long breathy whine escapes your lips, and you try to push him away again. he just holds you down, attacking your sensitive clit again. "stop pushing me away, look at how much she wants me."
he looks at you through his lashes, smiling at the fucked out expression of yours. he attacks your clit again, sucking and moaning against it. you twitch, crying out in both pleasure and overstimulation. it feels good in a not so comfy way. you don't know if you like it or hate it.
"so pretty, baby." he whines into your cunt. his piercing meets your clit again and you twitch. he laughs against you, holding you down tighter as he eats you. you leak more slick as he eats you out. his spit mixes with your slick causing his whole chin to get dirty.
when your next orgasm finally comes, he's helping you ride through it. he finally pulls away, looking at you like you're a goddess. he acts like he didn't just manhandle you into another orgasm.
im so sorry if this is bad, im suffering from not getting enough sleep. but i loved this request, its so hot.
actually that’s fine. i didn’t want the verification code anyway
well now that you mention it i may have wanted it a little bit. Thank you for sending it fifteen separate times
i fuckig hate the internet why does everything either not work or never work in the way it needs to
your boyfriend is clingy when he's sick!
megumi’s different when he’s sick, really different. but you can’t say you mind.
your usually stoic, collected, unemotional boyfriend is suddenly all over you, clingy as a koala. it’s pathetically adorable.
your hand is flat against megumi’s forehead, checking for a temperature, and he’s blatantly leaning into your touch. a kiss pressed to your knuckles, another to your palm.
you get up to make soup and he pulls you back towards him with surprising strength, for someone who’s sick. a surprised squeak leaves your mouth as you’re tugged into his warm arms, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
“don’t go,” megumi mumbles, pouting.
you laugh quietly, hand threading through his hair. “i’ll be back in a minute, baby. just gonna make you something warm so you feel better.”
he huffs, tightening his hold on you. “you can do that later. ‘s cold without you.”
“i’ll give you more blankets?”
“it’s not the same,” he grumbles. then he sniffles, a quiet, sickly sound. it tugs at your heartstrings, and you wonder whether he was faking it just for the attention.
you exhale, amused yet unrelenting. “i’m sorry, gumi. i have to, okay?” somehow, some way, you untangle yourself from his tight embrace and stand up.
megumi whines, reaching for you, and you fight back a smile.
“i’ll be really quick, baby. promise.” you press a peck to his warm forehead, tucking him more properly into the blankets before slipping out of the bedroom.
not even a minute goes by before you feel megumi’s presence in the kitchen. you smile softly as his arms come around your waist, chin resting heavily on your shoulder.
“you should be in bed, baby.”
“i know,” he mumbles almost guiltily, breath warm on your neck. he watches you cut the vegetables, spiky hair tickling your skin. “it was just really cold without you. horrible.”
“horrible indeed,” you humour him, reaching back to scratch his scalp. he exhales, eyes droopy as he melts into you. “i told you i’d be back soon, no?”
“but you were taking forever,” megumi groans earnestly, eyes opening to peek at you.
“i was away for one minute.”
“a minute too long.” he says, sniffling and shutting his eyes again. “i almost died.”
you giggle, pouring the finished soup into a bowl. “i’m really sorry,” you say as you lead him back into the bedroom, pulling him behind you like a sad puppy. “won’t happen again.”
“good,” megumi huffs, satisfied.
his eyes trail over you as you get him settled in, cocooning him in blankets and pressing the bowl into his hands. you know exactly what’s coming next.
megumi locks his gaze on yours. “is it cuddle time now?” he asks hopefully, eyes wide and shiny, lips downturned as though he might burst into tears if you refused.
the sight of him like this is so unexpected, so precious. you almost give in. almost.
“nope,” you say, trying to sound as firm as you can muster. you press the soup bowl further into his hands as his bottom lip quivers. “drink first, then cuddles.”
“and- and you won’t even feed me?” megumi warbles, sniffling sadly. “i’m dying, you know.”
“you’re not dying,” you sigh, sitting down next to him. “but fine, i’ll feed you. only cos’ you’re sick.”
the biggest smile breaks onto his face, eyes clearing up immediately as he hands you the soup bowl. your megumi wouldn’t smile like this in a million years, and you try to savour it.
he’s almost giddy with affection as he presses the soup bowl into your hands, cozying up to you and pressing his face into your chest. “you’re the best,” he mumbles happily.
you can’t wait to tell your boyfriend about this when he’s well again.
DAWEWHEGGGGVVVVV
gem why would u subject me to this
WE ARE SURVIVORS
The hyper sexual megumi thing was so good cuz that’s me lowk maybe a part 2 if you can AND WANT TO tyyyy
this is a fun concept to play around in so Yes first part added tags: brief hospitalization, he's crazy but he's free (?) -
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do a part three where he moves out of that evil household and into a cute apartment with us i’m too upset
smau with hyper sexual megumi?
ask and u shall receive ! there aren't rly a lot of texts but there are lotss of tweets we are inside megumi's private account .. doing some snooping .. themes to watch out for: real world au, hypersexuality duh so smut themess, one mention of cnc, turbulent family dynamics, you and megumi are enmeshed just a taddd but he's a scorpio venus it happens, depression and some suicidal ideation (mostly in the form of lighthearted "kms" jokes/comments), aged up characters (early 20s), ignore timestamps bc we already know I'm not doing allat. umm mentions of alt/pierced reader bc I Dont Know .. i liked it play pretend with me rq overall this was rly cathartic to make I like the way the narrative ended up unfolding -
part two
I LOVE HIM SO BAD THIS MADE ME SAD
your boyfriend is clingy when he's sick!
megumi’s different when he’s sick, really different. but you can’t say you mind.
your usually stoic, collected, unemotional boyfriend is suddenly all over you, clingy as a koala. it’s pathetically adorable.
your hand is flat against megumi’s forehead, checking for a temperature, and he’s blatantly leaning into your touch. a kiss pressed to your knuckles, another to your palm.
you get up to make soup and he pulls you back towards him with surprising strength, for someone who’s sick. a surprised squeak leaves your mouth as you’re tugged into his warm arms, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
“don’t go,” megumi mumbles, pouting.
you laugh quietly, hand threading through his hair. “i’ll be back in a minute, baby. just gonna make you something warm so you feel better.”
he huffs, tightening his hold on you. “you can do that later. ‘s cold without you.”
“i’ll give you more blankets?”
“it’s not the same,” he grumbles. then he sniffles, a quiet, sickly sound. it tugs at your heartstrings, and you wonder whether he was faking it just for the attention.
you exhale, amused yet unrelenting. “i’m sorry, gumi. i have to, okay?” somehow, some way, you untangle yourself from his tight embrace and stand up.
megumi whines, reaching for you, and you fight back a smile.
“i’ll be really quick, baby. promise.” you press a peck to his warm forehead, tucking him more properly into the blankets before slipping out of the bedroom.
not even a minute goes by before you feel megumi’s presence in the kitchen. you smile softly as his arms come around your waist, chin resting heavily on your shoulder.
“you should be in bed, baby.”
“i know,” he mumbles almost guiltily, breath warm on your neck. he watches you cut the vegetables, spiky hair tickling your skin. “it was just really cold without you. horrible.”
“horrible indeed,” you humour him, reaching back to scratch his scalp. he exhales, eyes droopy as he melts into you. “i told you i’d be back soon, no?”
“but you were taking forever,” megumi groans earnestly, eyes opening to peek at you.
“i was away for one minute.”
“a minute too long.” he says, sniffling and shutting his eyes again. “i almost died.”
you giggle, pouring the finished soup into a bowl. “i’m really sorry,” you say as you lead him back into the bedroom, pulling him behind you like a sad puppy. “won’t happen again.”
“good,” megumi huffs, satisfied.
his eyes trail over you as you get him settled in, cocooning him in blankets and pressing the bowl into his hands. you know exactly what’s coming next.
megumi locks his gaze on yours. “is it cuddle time now?” he asks hopefully, eyes wide and shiny, lips downturned as though he might burst into tears if you refused.
the sight of him like this is so unexpected, so precious. you almost give in. almost.
“nope,” you say, trying to sound as firm as you can muster. you press the soup bowl further into his hands as his bottom lip quivers. “drink first, then cuddles.”
“and- and you won’t even feed me?” megumi warbles, sniffling sadly. “i’m dying, you know.”
“you’re not dying,” you sigh, sitting down next to him. “but fine, i’ll feed you. only cos’ you’re sick.”
the biggest smile breaks onto his face, eyes clearing up immediately as he hands you the soup bowl. your megumi wouldn’t smile like this in a million years, and you try to savour it.
he’s almost giddy with affection as he presses the soup bowl into your hands, cozying up to you and pressing his face into your chest. “you’re the best,” he mumbles happily.
you can’t wait to tell your boyfriend about this when he’s well again.
DAWEWHEGGGGVVVVV
today is clearly my fluff writing day heheh so im fulfilling this request i got under the last alt ! megumi fic i posted .. he meets ur dad in this :3
find context via previous parts here
my content notes: mentions of drug usage / addictions, soft extension of the pet play but there isn’t smut in this one (i’m working on it trusttt) and i thinkk that’s it
having to sneak in through the window tonight is making megumi feel like some kind of criminal.
he’s still okay with having to do it, if it means he can see you whenever he wants.
he’s never actually met your dad. just knows he’s a large man with a temper where you’re concerned. if megumi has to sneak in and out when he’s home to avoid being shot or something, then he absolutely will.
he’s not opposed to meeting him, either. it just seems early. to be fair, he wouldn’t know when the right time is and you guys never talk about it. you’ll probably never meet his parents because he doesn’t speak to them. what would he say to a parent, anyway? hi, i’m megumi, your daughter and i like to do drugs and have sex and also we’re kind of inching towards being in a relationship?
he taps on the glass a few times once he makes it there.
he can see you jumping around inside your room, your headphones close to max volume probably. it brings a little smile to his face, but he’s cold, so he has to take the risk of tapping on the window with a little more force.
you’re startled by the figure in the window before you remember that you’re expecting him.
“oh, shit.”
you toss your headphones aside and hurry to open it, always amused at the sight of his maneuvering as he stumbles inside of the bedroom.
“thought you forgot about me.” he jokes, pulling off his hoodie. you giggle, wrapping your arms around his waist in a hug. “i kind of did. i got distracted by mcr.”
he flops down onto your bed, pulls you down with him. “you better have been listening to bullets, at least.”
“you know i was.”
after a few beats of silence, he says “i got you something.”
he sits up again to reach for the backpack he brought with him, and it’s a collar. it’s pink, and the dog bone charm is gold, not silver. he’s come to know you quite well. it even has your name engraved into it, like he went to home depot or lowes or something.
it’s heavy in your hand, has value. “woah. i– you didn’t have to-”
“wanted to.” he shrugs. “can i put it on you?”
you’re just turning it over in your hands, about to hand it back to him when you notice there’s something carved into the inside. if found, return to owner. XXX-XXX-XXXX.
his phone number.
“this is really pretty.. thank you.” you mumble shyly. a smile paints your lips when you hand it over to him.
he comes behind you on the bed and moves your hair out of the way, fumbles with the clasp for a few seconds until it’s secure. you feel whole. owned. he shares your sentiment, kisses the back of your neck right where the clasp is. mine.
“i’m glad you like it. it is pretty.” he whispers. “do you wanna watch something?”
when you nod, he moves to take it back off, maybe thinking you’ll be more comfortable that way. you turn to face him, shaking your head. “i wanna keep it on.”
he just smiles and goes back to rummaging through his bag. “got you something else, too.”
it’s a pill bottle with the pharmacy label torn off halfway. there’s only a few left in it. you open your mouth expectantly, tongue tasting the bar before he even feeds it to you.
-
megumi doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but he does. he wakes up in a cold sweat, his body being smart enough to know that he definitely shouldn’t still be here.
your little kirby clock by the bed reads 3am, and he panics, gently untangling your bodies so that he can grab his bag and go back out through the window. he can’t start getting sloppy. if your dad comes into your room for any reason and finds him here, he’s convinced he’ll surely die.
he walks to your side of the bed and leans down to kiss you awake, presses kisses to your cheek until you stir.
“i need you to lock up behind me, baby. i gotta go.”
you whine, reaching for him in the dark. nooooo… stay…
the bed does feel like it’s calling him back in, but one of you has to be rational. “i can’t, you know that. m’sorry angel.”
you don’t have it in you to get up, can only say stay once more before you’re falling back into sleep.
he sighs, looking between you and the window. he’s not comfortable leaving it unlocked, which means he’s going to have to try and go through the front door. at least he can lock that behind him from the inside.
it goes smoothly at first. he’s able to quietly make it out of your room and peek down the hallway, the front door standing in all its glory at the end of the path.
he just needs to be very quiet passing your dad’s room, and he is being quiet, coaching himself to step lightly past the door. he feels like he can breathe when his hand touches the lock, when he twists the knob tightly to stop the door from creaking, and then–
“who the hell are you?”
megumi is strongly considering running out of the door anyway. that would probably make things worse.
he turns around slowly, comes face to face with him. all tall, gruff, and not very happy about being up at this hour.
your father’s irritated expression falters a bit in recognition. “you’re that kid that y/n met at the concert, right?”
megumi swallows, nods. my name is megumi, he’s tempted to say, but the nerves are getting the best of him. dad pushes on, “what the hell are you doing in my house at three in the morning?”
“i.. i fell asleep here, sir, i’m sorry. we hung out earlier and-”
“you’ve been here since earlier? i didn’t see you come in. i was on the couch all day, too.”
megumi looks down at the ground, finds his shoes very interesting right now.
“uh.. window. i came in through the-”
“you snuck into my house.”
“...yes.”
he braces himself. for what? he doesn’t know. maybe to be yelled at, or told he isn’t welcome here anymore, or for a physical altercation.
he gets none of those things. your dad leans up against his doorframe and just starts laughing.
megumi tries to laugh too, but it comes out short. nervous and shaky. there’s a real stretch of time where he’s just standing there, waiting for the older man to pull himself together.
“you’re a brave kid, i’ll give you that.” — your dad coughs into his hand, winding down. “do you like her?”
megumi thinks to himself that like isn’t even the word he would use anymore. more like adore. i even own her, but you could never know that.
but still, he says “yes. i do.”
“you getting her into trouble? are you on any pills? she has a past with that shit, you know.”
“i know. i’m not.. on pills.” he lies. “i’m in recovery.”
your dad gives him a look, like he can sense there’s more to it.
“recovery,” he echoes. “good for you, then.”
dad gives megumi one more look over before he starts back into his room. takes in the sight of this boy, pierced face and exposed collarbone, dark red mark that you certainly left earlier– so deep it can still be made out in the dark. he’s not smiling or frowning when he says “look, just lock up and go back to bed. it’s my day off tomorrow. i’m making pancakes.”
megumi gawks a little. “go back to.. y/n’s bed?”
he says over his shoulder: “quickly, before i decide to kick your ass”, and then he shuts his door.
-
you feel movement on the mattress beside you, can smell megumi’s familiar scent as he’s wrapping himself around you again.
“you’re still here..” you mumble, pressing your back to his chest. it takes a while for him to answer.
“i met your dad.” he says. it probably would have surprised you more if you weren’t so groggy.
“was he nice to you?”
“yeah.. i think so. he said he’s making pancakes in the morning.”
you smile, eyes falling closed again.
“mhm. it’s a sunday.”
.
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play fighting with megumi and something about it is spiking his adrenaline .. in the struggle he manages to pin u down and he has an arm caging ur body to the floor and he’s pushing ur skirt up with his free hand .. shoving ur panties aside and ignores ur whimpering to bury himself inside u .. his thrusts get sloppy and erratic so quickly n he’s biting ur shoulder so hard that ur surprised there’s no blood ..
ur mouth is open in shock and ur gasping his name but he’s so gone he’s just all nghh—sorry—fuck, you feel so good.. responds to your cries of his name with im sorry- i know, i’m sorry- im almost d-done— as he’s filling you up
I LOOOOOOVOVOVE HYPERSEXUAL MEGUMI
ᢉ𐭩 cuddling with your two boyfriends
" he's so loud.. " 𝓶egumi grumbled into your nape, annoyance prominent in his tone.
𝔂uji was snoring loudly, large bulky arms draped over you and megumi's waist as a result of his rather uncontrolled sleeping habits of moving around a lot. his head rested on your bra, mouth agape and drool pooling in your cleavage. " it's annoying. "
" when are you not annoyed by something? " you asked, combing through his pink strands. you felt his hands tighten around your waist, squeezing gently. he just let out a low hum at your statement — not confirming nor denying.
time passed, yuji's snores turned into hiccups as he prepared for a yawn, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "g'morning..." the kiss he put on your lips was lazy and gentle, full of sleep.
"morning, yuu. how'd you sleep?" he murmured a "good" against your lower lip before kissing you again, your hands molding his face gently. yuji loved your attention when he first woke up, it was the most awaited thing once he opened his eyes. it was simply routine.
megumi watched over your shoulder, leaning up on his elbow. he didn't say anything, just... observed. he had that familiar, faint dent in between his dark, thin eyebrows. he looked the same as he always did, but more annoyed than just plain grumpy. yuji eyed him, curious but in a teasing way. " jealous? "
" stop, " he got a hold on your jaw, turning you to face him. yuji stuck his tongue out at him, which megumi saw out the corner of his eye but chose not to comment on. " you haven't given me any kisses today. "
" yes, i have, " you corrected.
" mm, " he kissed where your jaw met your earlobe, trailing down to the corner of your lips. " it sounds like you have favorites to me, " he murmured.
" told you. he's jealous! " megumi pushed two fingers to his forehead, moving him back to prevent the chances of his interrogation of your favoritism being interrupted. you hadn't taken megumi to be the jealous type at all, if you were being completely honest, but you weren't complaining at all.
you puckered your lips. " no. you come get a kiss. i'm not kissing you. "
" ooh, picky. " yuji's commentary got him a pinch.
you gave into his demands with a slight laugh — there was only so far you could push megumi to be outwardly needy for affection. the kiss was special in comparison to your other kisses. more sweet, more savory, more apologetic for the fact that he was accusing you of favoritism. your hand gripped his jaw, tongues brushing against each other, relishing in the aftertaste of each other's chapstick.
they were both your favorites — your lovely boys to kiss, to love, to do anything and everything with. you pressed kisses to both their faces, alternating.
"you're both my favorites."
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you feel your pussy pulsing. megumi hasn't even slipped his finger in your soaked hole, and you're already on the verge of cumming just from his breath fanning over your clit alone. it's embarrassing really, how sensitive you are to his breath.
megumi doesn't care though. all he cares about is making sure you're comfortable and okay.
he gives a soft kiss to the plush of your thigh, earning a soft whimper from you. he looks up and pull himself towards you, hovering.
"you okay, lovely? we can stop."
you shake your head. pulling him in by the hair on his nape, kissing him desperately. he smiles into the kiss, tongue meeting yours with love and affection.
his hand makes it's way up to your pussy, finger pressing into your hole. you stop kissing him, back arching as a long moan escapes your lips. the feeling is so good that your eyes roll back. he rests his finger there for a second, but you're already clenching him tightly.
he laughs against your lips. "that sensitive?"
you whine softly, rolling your hips. his palm meets your clit and you twitch involuntarily. he laughs again, kissing your cheek gently. "we'll go slow then."
he stays there with you, pressing sweet kisses on your cheek for every twitch you give him. every clench earns a kiss. every whine earns a kiss. he's gentle with it too. if he notices you squirming too much, he'll slow down a bit, let you catch your breath, and then start again.
it's sweet, the way he pleases you. like there's no rush in things, as long as you enjoy it, that's all that matters.
and when your high finally comes, megumi will kiss your lips as you moan loudly, holding you tightly till you come down.
i love thisss
➽─────── choso’s..still learning. ───────❥
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“hiii!” you swing the door to the frat open with a bright smile, toeing off your shoes at the front.
the chatter stills.
gojo, geto and toji go silent and look at you like you have a third eye.
“uh, choso’s not here,” gojo says after a pause, scratching the back of his head.
“that’s okay!” you say cheerily, plopping onto the couch like it’s something you’ve done a million times before. “his class is running late, i think. he’ll be here soon. it’s okay if i sit, right?”
“yeah,” toji interrupts. “yeah, you’re good.”
you grin and launch into an explanation about your day, bracelets jingling with all of your hand movements, every time you play with your hair absently.
gojo leans back but his eyes keep flicking back to you. geto’s got his chin in his hand, watching you like you’re a documentary he didn’t expect to get invested in, and toji’s quiet, arms crossed, but there’s this faint, amused curve to his mouth.
“—and then my prof literally spilled coffee on his own notes,” you finish, laughing, “like fully drenched them. it was tragic.”
gojo snorts. “that’s insane.”
“right??”
“you talk with your whole body,” toji says suddenly.
you blink at him, then laugh again, bright and easy. “is that a bad thing?”
“nah,” he says. “just…noticeable.”
geto hums. “you’ve got energy.”
“i’ve been told i’m a lot,” you say, but you’re smiling when you say it.
“good,” gojo says. “he needs that.”
you tilt your head. “choso?”
“yeah,” gojo grins. “he’s like a haunted house. you’re like…a carnival.”
you laugh, covering your mouth. “that’s so mean.”
“it’s accurate,” toji mutters.
“i think he’s sweet,” you say, softer now, almost to yourself.
“i don’t get it,” gojo says, looking at you with curious eyes. “like, seriously. how—how did you guys even get together, like—”
“oh, we have a class together, and i thought he was really cute. so he was sitting in the back row and i sat beside him because i know the prof is the kinda guy that calls on the students at the front? and i was just talking to choso a lot and i asked him to get coffee, right? and—”
before anyone can respond, the front door swings open. choso steps in, a little breathless, bag swung over his shoulder, and freezes.
his eyes land on you instantly, and you light up even more.
“choso!” you bound toward him and before he has the time to register it your hands are curling up into the front of his shirt and you lean up and kiss him.
his hands lift, a little hesitant, before settling at your waist, and your lips curve into a smile against his.
behind you?
three very visible thumbs up.
gojo is beaming like a proud parent. toji’s smirking. geto just gives a small nod.
you smile at choso like you didn’t just short-circuit him. “c’mon,” you say, tugging his hand. “let’s go upstairs?”
he nods immediately. “okay.”
you lace your fingers through his without thinking twice and start pulling him toward the stairs.
as you pass the couch, “remember tempo,” gojo whispers.
“shut up,” choso mutters, mortified.
toji just laughs under his breath. “go get it, hover-boy.”
“i’m not—” choso cuts himself off as you tug him along, not even looking back.
the door to his room clicks shut behind you.
choso’s still holding your hand. his fingers are warm and a little tense, like he’s not sure what to do next but he’s trying very hard to do it right.
you step closer to him. he inhales.
“…hi,” he says, voice softer than downstairs, like it only exists for you.
you smile up at him, bright, a little playful. “hi.”
he’s already blushing. ears, cheeks, even the tips of his fingers look a little pink where they’re laced with yours.
cute.
you tilt your head, studying him for a second like you’re deciding something before closing the space.
your hands slide up from his to his chest, fingers curling lightly into his shirt again, and you lean in slower.
his breath catches, but he doesn’t freeze like before.
progress.
he remembers.
his hands don’t hang uselessly at his sides anymore. they settle at your waist, a little tentative at first, then firmer when you don’t pull away.
you kiss him, and he kisses back.
it’s still a little careful at first, like he’s double-checking every movement against some invisible checklist, but it doesn’t take long before he melts into it. his grip at your waist steadies, thumbs brushing lightly against your sides, pulling you just a little closer.
he tilts his head this time.
your lips part slightly and he follows your lead, slower, softer, matching you instead of freezing up.
“you’re doing really good,” you say, and then you kiss him again, a little deeper this time. his hand shifts slightly, a bit higher on your waist now, a little more sure.
you hum softly, letting your hands slide up over his shoulders, then around the back of his neck, fingers brushing through the ends of his hair. he shivers at that, barely noticeable, but you catch it.
“choso,” you whisper, just pulling back enough to look at him.
his eyes are a little unfocused, lips parted, cheeks flushed like he’s been standing too close to a fire.
“…yeah?” he breathes.
you smile, softer now. “are you comfortable?”
he nods immediately, then pauses, like he remembers something.
“…are you?” he asks, a little more carefully.
your expression warms. “yeah,” you say. “i am.”
that seems to settle something in him.
you lean in again, pushing him softly down onto his bed, but this time your lips don’t go back to his. they brush along his jaw instead, slow and deliberate, and you feel the way his breath catches again, sharper this time.
your lips ghost down to his neck, and you suck just slightly above his collarbone.
a high-pitched sound gets caught in his throat, and he flushes a deeper shade of red. “s—sorry—”
“it’s okay,” you giggle, kissing up his jaw again. “is this okay?”
“yes,” he breathes out quickly. “yeah. yes.”
his head tilts slightly, giving you more space without even realizing he’s doing it. his grip shifts again, a little firmer now.
“you can touch me more, you know,” you murmur, playful but gentle.
“…i am,” he says, a little flustered.
you laugh softly. “i mean like—you don’t have to be scared.”
that earns a quiet huff from him, almost embarrassed, but his hands do move. one slides a little higher along your side, more confident now, less hesitant.
there you go.
you press one last soft kiss just below his ear before pulling back enough to look at him again.
he looks wrecked.
blushing, breathing a little uneven, eyes still fixed on you like he’s trying to memorize every second.
you chew on your bottom lip, noting how his eyes track the movement. he swallows thickly.
“can i see you?” he blurts. “i mean—can i please…see you?”
you smile softly, settling in his lap, and his hands grip your waist tightly, eyes wide and soft. you feel him growing hard beneath you. it goes straight to your ego.
you wordlessly pull off your tank and choso goes red to his neck, eyes stuck on your red lace bra and the way your tits spill out the top.
he’s visibly buffering, jaw slack like he’s struggling to come up with words.
“i—” he starts, then stops. he looks like he forgot how sentences work.
you laugh softly, leaning in just enough that your forehead almost brushes his. “you’re thinking too hard again.”
“i’m not thinking,” he mutters, but it’s weak.
you smile, and he visibly tracks it like it’s magnetic. his hands tighten at your waist again, a little more certain now.
“you’re really pretty,” he sputters out suddenly.
you pause, then your expression softens in a way that makes his ears go even redder, if that’s even possible.
“you’re cute,” you whisper back, guiding his hands to your tits, and when he finally grasps them, he lets out a shaky breath, squeezing, testing the weight of them.
you smile, and that serves as a sort of encouragement for him. he leans down and presses soft kisses to your neck, to your tits over your bra, and your eyes flutter shut, fingers combing through his hair.
he shifts beneath you. you feel the obvious strain in his jeans, and choso stills, lifting his lips from your chest.
“i—oh,” he whispers out when you rock your hips back down onto him, testing. “oh—”
“you good?” you whisper, kissing his jaw and rolling your hips down a little harder, and he makes a sound akin to a whimper, hands tightening at your waist.
“yeah, i’m just—‘t feels really good,” he says quietly. he bucks up into you, making a soft, broken noise, and he cups your tits again, burying his face in your neck like he’s embarrassed show you how red he’s gotten.
you giggle and rub yourself along him with more intention, the feel of him pressed firmly against you. it sends a rush to your chest, and you part your lips softly, looping your arms around his shoulders and tilting his head up to capture his lips in a kiss.
you slide your tongue along his and he tries to imitate your actions, eager but clumsy. it does something dizzying to your head, combined with his desperate little thrusts up against your shorts.
“mnh—cho,” you exhale into the kiss, and that makes him whine again, his brows pinching together as he starts to move your waist down onto him.
“please,” he whispers, small thrusts growing needier, quicker. you moan softly, kissing him hard, and he pulls back slightly, face flushed and eyes blown wide.
“i—i think i’m close,” he says, embarrassed. “i’m sorry—”
“hey, it’s okay, choso,” you say softly, slowing your hips for a second. “that’s—”
“don’t stop, please,” he mumbles, pulling you flush against him. “i—”
“lemme—lemme help,” you say, slightly flustered now, hands working at the buttons of his jeans until you pull them down slightly, his boxers tented obscenely.
choso lets out a shaky breath when you pull those down, too, and the second your soft, warm hand wraps around his pretty cock he’s cumming with a needy little whimper, head lolling back, adam’s apple bobbing.
you watch thick spurts of cum bubble out his tip and you swipe at it slowly, his moans softening.
“w—wow,” he whispers, cheeks muddied with colour and eyes dewy. “that—that was—”
his words die in this throat when you suck your fingers clean.
from downstairs, the music is blaring (a little louder, just in case), and gojo keeps glancing at the stairs like he’s waiting for you to run down and leave.
“can you hear anything?” he asks, to which toji slaps his arm.
“fuckin’ weirdo. let them do their whatever-thing,” toji grumbles with a laugh.
“five bucks he nutted in his pants,” geto says.
“hey, ten he didn’t,” gojo interjects with a grin.
“i bet he passed out before they got to do anything,” toji says.
“how much you betting?” gojo asks with a smirk.
“nothing.”
“broke ass.”
“shut up!”
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cockwarming megumi cause he loves the way you feel and he gets a tiny bit carried away ୨୧ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader ୨୧ i wanna cockwarm somebody so bad :(
your legs are on either side of his hips, chest pressed against each other while he caresses your back. he is buried inside you, hitting deep inside while you rambled about your day.
this is normal for you. coming home, stripping your panties and warming him for a few minutes while you tell him about your day. it's something he'll never get tired off. the way your pussy is always wet, like you know what's coming and can't wait. the way you clench around him if he shifts to much, and don't forget about your small whimpers. he loves having you sit on his cock.
he rubs your thighs softly, looking into your eyes while you tell him about a bakery that you discovered today. the sparkly look on your face not nothing but make him happy. your bare skin pressed on his, your happy face, and his cock buried inside you, what more did he need?
ah, yes. there was one thing he wanted today.
he normally never makes this sexual, just a sweet intimacy you both share after a long day apart, but today, today he wants to have you cum on him before he pulls out.
while you ramble about the pastries and drinks they have at the cafe, his hand slips inbetween you both. his thumb finds your clit and he 'accidentally' hits it with his thumb. your breath hitches and you stop talking, looking at him with wide eyes.
he rubs his thumb on your clit again, watching your eyes blow out with desire. he smiles, carassing your sweet little bud. "and what, baby? you didn't finish talking."
you stare at him, lost in the pleasure you're staring to feel.
"i-i said that t-the latte was—nngh!" you whimper softly, eyes closing as he rubs you out. your skin starts to prickle with hottness as he pleasures you.
megumi feels you clench around him. he can feel the way your walls grow even slicker around him now that he's getting you even more aroused. then you start to move your hips with his, rolling slowly on his cock. he sighs as the feeling, continuing to abuse your bud and helping you grind on him.
"mm—gumi feels—hah—good!" you hold onto his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin. he hisses but doesn't stop you, liking the sweet feeling of a little pain and the thought that you were marking him.
his thumb works faster circles on your clit. you're nearly riding him now, trembling on his cock, clenching and whining. his lips met your pulse point, pressing sweet kisses, feeling the vibrations when you let out a whine. he nips at your skin, marking all over your neck, claiming you so no one else tries to get your attention.
he feels you clenching him tighter and more frequently. soft whimpers escape his throat at the feeling. he continues bullying your clit, feeling your nails break into his skin. you stop grinding on him, clenching him tightly and letting a long whine escape your lips.
"g-gumi!" you cry out his name, falling into his arms with his cock still buried deep inside you. he feels a warm gush around his cock and he smiles, kissing your shoulder and rubbing your back.
"so good, pretty. you did so good." he kisses your hairline softly, holding you as you pant.
"next time i'll have you ride me, kay? we can both cum at the same time then."
i love this one so much
Thinking about Gojo Satoru using you as gym equipment ♡
୨୧ — "Need something heavier than plates," Gojo muses in the training room, those blue eyes sparkling with mischief as they land on you. Before you can protest, he's already scooped you up.
"Satoru!" you squeal as he positions himself on the exercise mat, settling you to straddle his hips while he lies back. "This is not what I meant when I said l'd help you workout," you giggle. His hands grip your thighs firmly as he starts his "workout."
"But you make such perfect resistance training," he pouts, flexing his abs as he starts thrusting his hips upward, lifting you effortlessly.
Each movement has you bouncing on his pelvis, your core clenching involuntarily... "the perfect weight-" he grins, powerful hips driving up to lift you again, "Though maybe I should add some resistance..."
His fingers slip beneath your workout shorts, finding you already slick, "Oh~?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you, "Someone's enjoying being used as gym equipment~"
You bite your lip as he starts timing his thrusts with teasing circles against your clit. "N' t-this isn't... proper exercise form..."
"No?" His hips snap up sharply, making you gasp, "Seems like excellent muscle engagement to me. Plus..." he slides two fingers inside you while maintaining his rhythmic thrusts, "my fingers are getting some bonus cardio."
Your hands brace on his chest as he continues his "workout," each upward drive of his hips pushing his fingers deeper, "Satoooru... some-someone could come in... this is hah~ a public g-gym..." you bite your lip to stifle a deep moan.
"Better hold on tight then," he groans, increasing not only his hips pace, but his fingers as well, "Got about fifty reps to go... unless you tap out first~"
You whimper as he curls his fingers, knowing full well you won't last nearly that long... and that's exactly what he's counting on.
"Besides," he smirks up at you, "this is much more fun than regular weights. They don't make such pretty noises."
"Satoru!" you moan as he hits a sensitive spot, your nails biting into him.
"That's it, baby," he encourages, his movements growing more intense. "Help me work up a sweat."
i fucking hate when i complain about it being 14° AND RAINING. IN JUNE. and some motherfucker is like “well!! welcome to the uk!!!” yeah no fucking shit i LIVE HERE
Gojo places only one rule.
The holidays at Gojo’s place were always a mix of chaotic and strangely comforting.
This year he’d insisted both you and Megumi stay over for a few nights during winter break — “family bonding,” he called it with his signature blindfolded grin.
You knew better. He just liked having his favorite formal students under one roof where he could annoy them.
The first night he laid down his personal rules with mock seriousness:
“Door stays cracked at all times. I’m not raising grandchildren yet.”
Megumi had turned bright red. You’d just laughed nervously.
Now it was the second night. The house was quiet except for the low sound of the heater and the occasional creak of old wood.
Snow fell heavily outside the window, casting a soft blue glow into Megumi’s old room. The door was open just a few inches — enough that a slice of hallway light cut across the floor.
Snow piled up outside, turning the world into a muffled white blanket. You and Megumi were curled under the heavy comforter, the cracked door letting in a thin stripe of hallway light that stretched across the wooden floor.
Gojo’s “door stays open” rule hung over you both, but right now it felt distant. You were lying on your side, back pressed to Megumi’s chest in a loose spoon. His arm draped over your waist, warm and solid. Neither of you had planned for anything more than cuddling after a long day of holiday “family activities” (mostly Gojo forcing everyone to watch terrible Christmas movies).
Megumi’s thumb moved in slow, absent circles over your stomach, right where your oversized sleep shirt had ridden up. The gentle pressure felt soothing at first — just the warmth of his palm rubbing soft circles over the soft pouch of your lower belly.
“Mm… that feels nice,” you whispered, smiling into the pillow.
He hummed quietly in response, pressing a light kiss behind your ear. “You’re warm,” he murmured, voice low so it wouldn’t carry. His hand kept moving, slow and rhythmic, occasionally dipping a little lower before sliding back up. The touch stayed innocent for a while, just comforting affection.
You shifted slightly, pressing back into him more. A tiny giggle escaped you when his fingers brushed a ticklish spot. “Careful, I’m sensitive there.”
Megumi’s lips curved against your neck, you could feel the smile. “I know.” He did it again on purpose, a little lighter, and you both had to muffle quiet laughter into the blankets. His chest vibrated with a rare, soft chuckle of his own. These little moments were your favorite: when the usually reserved Megumi let his guard down and just existed with you.
His hand eventually wandered lower, still over your shirt at first, tracing the waistband of your sleep shorts. He paused there, fingertips slipping just underneath the fabric to brush the skin of your hip. “Is this okay?” he asked softly, always checking even when your bodies were already tangled together.
“Yeah,” you breathed, reaching back to thread your fingers through his messy black hair. You tugged gently, playful, and he rewarded you with another kiss on your neck, this one slower, lingering.
One thing didn’t just happen — it unfolded. His palm slid fully under your shirt again, rubbing wider circles across your stomach, then dipping down to the very edge of your shorts. He teased the hem for a minute, fingertips tracing the line where fabric met skin, before finally slipping underneath. No rush. Just warm fingers gliding over your mound, still gentle, exploring.
You let out a shaky exhale when his middle finger finally brushed between your folds. You were already getting wet from the slow teasing and the closeness of his body. Megumi noticed immediately, and you felt him twitch against your ass through his sweatpants.
“Quiet,” he reminded you in the softest whisper, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice, like he knew how hard that was going to be.
He circled your clit lazily at first, then dipped lower to gather your slickness before returning. Your breathing grew heavier. You turned your head, seeking his mouth, and the two of you shared slow, quiet kisses — more breath and little nips than anything loud. Every time one of you smiled into the kiss, it turned into another shared giggle, noses bumping, hearts racing from both affection and the thrill of the cracked door.
Megumi’s fingers eventually pushed inside you — one at first, then two — curling gently while his thumb kept rubbing your clit in those same unhurried circles he’d started on your stomach. The wet sounds were faint under the thick blankets, but they still felt risky. You rocked back against his hand, thighs trembling.
“Megumi…” you whimpered, barely audible.
He pressed his forehead to the back of your neck, breathing ragged. “I need you,” he admitted, voice hoarse. “Can I…?”
You nodded quickly, already pushing your shorts and panties down just enough. He did the same with his sweatpants, freeing himself. You felt the hot, hard length of him slide against your ass first, teasing, before he angled himself lower.
You lifted your top leg slightly. He pushed in slowly — so slowly — inch by inch, stretching you open while both of you fought to stay silent. When he bottomed out, buried completely, he wrapped his arm tighter around your waist, palm returning to rub soothing circles over your stomach again, right above where you were joined.
For a long minute you just stayed like that, connected and breathing together. Then he started moving in shallow, lazy rolls of his hips that barely made the bed creak. Every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside you. Your hand reached back to grip his thigh, nails digging in as pleasure built in thick, warm waves.
The footsteps in the hallway came just as the rhythm was starting to speed up.
You both froze instantly, Megumi still deep inside you, throbbing. His hand flew up to cover your mouth gently. The shadow paused outside the cracked door.
Gojo’s voice floated in, casual as ever: “You guys need extra blankets? It’s getting colder.”
Megumi’s voice was impressively steady, though strained. “We’re good.”
A knowing pause. “Alright. Door open, remember~”
The footsteps faded.
The second they did, Megumi let out a shaky breath against your hair and started moving again, deeper this time, a little faster, the risk turning both of you desperate. His hand slid back down between your legs, rubbing your clit while he fucked you from behind in careful, controlled strokes.
You came first, clenching hard around him, biting his palm to muffle your moan. The orgasm rolled through you slow and intense, legs shaking. Megumi followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside you with a low, broken groan he pressed into your neck.
Afterward you stayed tangled together, his hand once again rubbing gentle circles over your stomach under your shirt. Soft kisses, quiet giggles, whispered “I love you”s exchanged in the dark while snow continued falling outside.
you both lay there catching your breath, bodies still connected and slick with sweat under the heavy comforter. Megumi’s hand kept up those slow, soothing circles over the soft pouch of your stomach, like he couldn’t stop touching you. Your breathing gradually evened out, but the warmth of him inside you, the way his cock gave a lazy twitch every few seconds, made it impossible to fully relax.
You shifted slightly, turning in his arms until you were facing him. In the dim light from the cracked door, you could see his flushed cheeks and the dark, half lidded look in his eyes. He was still hard.
“Again?” you whispered, a small smile tugging at your lips as you brushed his messy black hair out of his face.
Megumi swallowed, nodding once. “Only if you want to.” His voice was low and rough, the kind that always sent heat pooling in your belly. He leaned in and kissed you softly — slow and sweet at first, then deeper, tongues brushing as you both smiled into it. A quiet giggle escaped you when his nose bumped yours, and he let out a rare, breathy chuckle of his own, forehead resting against yours.
You pushed gently on his chest until he rolled onto his back. Keeping the thick blankets pulled high over both of you, you swung a leg over his hips and straddled him. The position felt intimate under the covers, its hidden, safe, but still risky with the door open just enough for trouble.
Megumi’s hands settled on your thighs, rubbing up and down slowly as you reached between your bodies. You wrapped your fingers around his cock, stroking him, smearing his leftover cum and your slick a few times before lining him up with your entrance. You were still wet and full from before, so when you sank down it was easier with a smooth, slow glide that had both of you biting back sounds.
You settled fully onto him with a shaky exhale, feeling every inch stretch and fill you again. Megumi’s head tipped back against the pillow, jaw tight, hands gripping your hips under the blanket.
“Fuck…,” he whispered, barely audible.
You started moving In slow rolls of your hips at first, grinding more than bouncing so the bed wouldn’t creak. The blankets stayed draped over your bodies like a tent, trapping heat and the faint wet sounds of him moving inside you. Megumi’s hands slid up under your shirt again, one returning to rub gentle circles over your lower stomach while the other cupped your breast, thumb brushing your nipple.
You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and kissed him deeply to muffle both your moans. Every roll of your hips dragged him against the spot you loved the most. Your breathing grew heavier, little whimpers slipping out despite your best efforts. Megumi’s fingers on your stomach pressed a little firmer, grounding you as pleasure built in thick waves.
“You’re doing so good,” he murmured against your lips between kisses.
That made you clench around him. His hips bucked up instinctively, pushing deeper, and you had to bury your face in his neck to stifle a moan. The two of you moved together like that. Soft giggles broke through whenever one of you shifted too much and the blankets rustled loudly, or when Megumi’s fingers found another ticklish spot on your stomach.
footsteps came without warning.
You were riding him a little faster now, chasing a edge, when a shadow fell across the floor. The door creaked open wider.
Gojo stood there, holding a glass of water like he’d just been innocently walking by. His blindfold was off, bright blue eyes taking in the scene under the dim hallway light: the obvious movement under the blankets, your straddling position, Megumi’s hands clearly gripping you, the way the comforter shifted with every roll of your hips.
For a split second, even Gojo looked surprised.
Then that signature shit eating grin spread across his face.
“Oh wow,” he said, voice loud enough to make you both freeze. “I was just coming to check if the heater was working… but it looks like you two are generating plenty of heat on your own.”
You stopped moving instantly, but Megumi was still buried deep inside you, throbbing hard from the sudden spike of embarrassment and adrenaline. You yanked the blanket higher, trying to hide as much as possible, but there was no hiding the fact that you were literally on top of him.
“Dad—” Megumi started, voice strained and hoarse. His hands tightened on your hips like he was debating whether to pull you off or keep you there.
Gojo leaned casually against the doorframe, not even pretending to look away. “Door was supposed to stay cracked, remember? I could hear the bed from the hallway. I am super angry, yknow.” His eyes sparkled with pure amusement.
Your face burned. You buried it in Megumi’s chest, mortified but still clenching around him involuntarily. Megumi groaned quietly, hips twitching once despite everything.
“ get out,” Megumi hissed, trying to sound threatening but mostly sounding wrecked.
Gojo chuckled, low and teasing. “I meannnnn, you guys had no respect for me, should I open the door fully, will that help?” He winked. “Or I can just stand here and supervise. Make sure the door stays open like I said.”
“Out,” Megumi repeated, face burning crimson.
Gojo sighed dramatically, but he was clearly loving every second. “Fine, fine. I’ll leave the water here. I want to have a conversation in the morning, megumi.” He set the glass on the dresser, gave you both one last lingering, mischievous look, and finally stepped back, pulling the door to its usual cracked position.
“Sweet dreams~” he called cheerfully as he walked away.
The second his footsteps faded, Megumi let out a long, embarrassed groan. You lifted your head, both of you staring at each other with wide eyes before breaking into quiet, breathless laughter.
“I hate him,” Megumi muttered, but his hands were already sliding back to your ass, squeezing.
You rocked your hips experimentally, still giggling. “He’s never letting us live this down…”
Megumi’s eyes darkened again. “Don’t care right now.” He thrust up into you harder, making you gasp. “Keep going. We’re finishing this.”
You started riding him again — faster this time, less careful, the adrenaline from almost getting fully caught making everything feel ten times more intense. Megumi’s hand returned to rub your stomach in those familiar circles while the other guided your movements.
You came first, clenching hard around him and biting his shoulder to stay quiet. He followed right after, pulling you down against him as he spilled deep inside you with a muffled groan.
Afterward, you collapsed on his chest, both of you breathing hard under the blankets, trading lazy kisses and soft giggles.
“Does satoru think I’m a slut now, or does he hate me now?” you whispered.
Megumi kissed your forehead. “Of course not… We’re adults, he’s probably just irritated, babe.”
HAPY FUCKING PRIDE MONTH
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