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Megumi wasn’t the physical touch type— that much was obvious. In public, he was still your sweet boyfriend, he just didn’t really show it. But in private, it was a whole different story.
Lying in bed, Megumi had to be as close to you as humanly possible. His favorite position to lie in was between your legs. You loved it as well, it was quite nice getting to card through his hair or toy with him by tickling his neck.
One particular day, you’d gone a bit overboard with the teasing, so Megumi did the only thing Megumi could do was plant mountains of kisses on your sensitive thighs.
“Megs—cut it—out!” You shrieked, giggling and squirming around. Naturally, your legs clamped around his head, cutting his air supply off slightly. You weren’t heartless, so you immediately opened them with a gasp.
“Oh, Megs, I’m sorry! I almost killed you there.” You apologized, bringing him up by his jaw to give him an apology kiss.
“No, uh. Could you do it again?” He asked gruffly, a somewhat ashamed look on his face. You giggled innocently.
“Uh.. okay? Weird.” You shrugged, waiting for him to get back between your thighs before you slightly clamped them shut on him. An odd groan left your boyfriend’s mouth. You couldn’t help but smirk— realizing all too well what he’d just discovered.
“Don’t tease. Just close them more.” He ordered, a slight flush already creeping up on his cheeks.
This soon became your new normal. Megumi came in stressed, lied between your legs, and you applied a bit of pressure. Of course, this carried on in more intimate ways— it was inevitable with all the times Megumi went down on you.
“Mmph— Megumi!” You cried out, your hand getting tangled in his hair. Megumi was going to town on you— slick mixed with his saliva dripping down his chin and onto the bedsheets.
Somewhere along the way, Megumi’s slender digits found themselves entering you, your pussy immediately convulsing around them while his mouth made good work of sucking on your clit— a combination bound to make you cum.
“I’m gonna— shit!” Your orgasm washed over you in waves. Megumi didn’t ease up in the slightest, the overstimulation became too much for you. Naturally, your thighs pried themselves closed in some attempt to get Megumi off of you.
This did nothing but push Megumi further, you should’ve known he wasn’t going anywhere now. You came down from your high, panting and grasping at nothing.
Megumi hadn’t left from between your legs yet though. You lifted your head slightly, realizing he was rubbing up against the mattress, quiet groans leaving his lips.
“Megs. Did you seriously cum untouched?” You giggled, watching him sit up and put his hand on the soiled part of the mattress in some attempt to cover it. You cooed at how embarrassed he looked. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s cute.”
“Yeah whatever.” He pulled you on top of him, your lower limbs tangling together. But of course you wouldn’t have it any other way.
yuji was one clingy man, not the normal type of clingy, he was utterly obsessed with you, obsessed with your scent, obsessed with your warmth, obsessed with how soft your hair feels after a wash day. obsessed how nice it feels when you rub his head fingers gently massaging his scalp just right, like he's a little puppy.
"mmm... baby that feels so good." he leans into your touch, just the simple way your fingers brush against his scalp feels like heaven, especially when you get your nails done. he specifically likes when you get long nails just to massage his scalp. "does it?" he nods, leaning closer to you on your shared bed.
"you're like a puppy yu." you chuckle, your fingers continuing to massage his scalp gently, running your fingers through his soft pink strands, "mmf... not true." he whines, closing his eyes, your hands feel so good on him. "you like that?" he attempts to respond with words, but it turns into a moan, "you're making it sound like we're having sex, with those type of sounds." he smirks, peaking one eye open. "are my sounds getting you off baby?"
"no. definitely not." you lie, it was clear that was a lie, "oh, then why is your face heating up?" you roll your eyes, stopping your finger movements in his hair. "i'll stop massaging your head, if you don't stop with your smart ass comments." his mouth immediately closes, "mm, that's what i thought." your fingers continue there movement, gently massaging his head again, his soft strands tickling your palm, he closes his eyes, sighing in content. "feels so good baby..." me murmured, half asleep by now.
he nuzzled closer into you, sliding down on the mattress, to rest his face in your breasts "what yu—" you pause, looking at how cute your clingy mess is, his face smushed in your soft breasts, your hand finds its way back to his hair, playing with the soft pink strands, he leans into the touch, falling deeper into his slumber. he looks peaceful. calm, not with his usual cheerful expression.
you noticed he's been looking stressed lately, a bit pale. which is odd for yuji, considering he's always outside, weather it's him out on a mission, out with his friends. he's always outside, whys he so damn pale, on top of that he's been being extra clingy lately. more than the usual he's always clingy, but not this clingy.
you continue to massage his scalp, if you were to pull away. he'd always whine in protest, he buries his face deeper into your breasts, you pull the covers up, covering the both of you. before grabbing the tv remote on the night stand, next the your bed. putting 'adventure time' on a comforting silly cartoon you both always watch together, after long stressful days.
you attempt to get more comfy, but his grasp on you well. isn't exactly loosening, your breathing eventually evens out along with his. you fall asleep on your back, hands still in his soft strands, his face still buried in your chest, he's definitely not moving anytime soon.
he mumbles something, before falling back into his deep sleep, face still smushed in your breasts, can he even breath properly, god why is he so clingy?
── . authors note: it got straight into the point sorry... leg lock sneak from episode ten ugh...
── . parings: megumi fushiguro x fem!reader
── . word count: 2.1k words!
── . synopsis: in which, you meet your ex boyfriend again. after an entire year to what, fuck him?
── . warnings: oral sex. f!receiving, m!receiving, face fucking, spitting, finger sucking. finger fucking, light degradation, slapping, cúm eating p in v , praise (megumi is meannnnn). megumi has a / lip piercing / eyebrow piercing, smut with barely any plot.
it's officially been a year and two months. since you've broken up with megumi fushiguro, yeah things were going good for you, and all.
but, that was before you saw that your ex back in town.
parts of you wanted to cry, yell, shout, why the fuck would he come back into down? to spite you? to piss you off? although, you didn't know what would be his excuse. after all the city isn't owned after you, it's welcome to anyone right?
at local grocery stores. you saw megumi, at local museums you saw megumi, at a local shopping center. you saw megumi! what next, you'll see him in your dreams?
that's the thing, you did start to dream about him, because the truth is.
you missed megumi, a lot. you always wondered what things would be like if they were different. god, you missed the softness of his hair, the deepness of his voice when he freshly had woken up, the soft touch, his gentle pampering before bed, you missed it all.
you felt pathetic for even thinking of this.
the past is the past, you couldn't change what had happened.
you were putting groceries into your car, hand placed on the trunk handle. just before you got to close it, "hey." a deep voice spoke out. one that sounded oddly familiar. one that you definitely used to hear all the time.
your head immediately snaps back, just to see megumi. standing right next to you, leaning against your car like you two were still friends.
who the hell does he think he is?
you were in shock, disbelief, speechless, you didn't know weather to be angry, or even upset.
"long time, no see huh?" he says simply, like he's trying to start a small talk with you. "yeah." you mutter quietly, turning away from his gaze.
"have a moment to talk?" megumi questioned, his hand rising to scratch his head out of awkwardness. you roll your eyes, "talk? about what, you coming back into town, when we agreed to go our separate ways? you promised!" you snap, running a hand through your hair in frustration.
"baby—" the name slips out almost naturally, catching the both of you off guard.
"baby?! what the fuck megumi."
"you know what's not what i meant!" he snaps back, "look what's so bad about me being back in town anyway?" you fall silent again, how could you even tell him the reason anyway. it'd make you look pathetic, dramatic, knowing it's because.
"because i still love you! okay?"
"what?" megumi looks at you in disbelief.
you didn't say it, you couldn't get yourself to. you just met him again after a year, he's probably moved on already why can't you?
"y/n?" megumi questioned, noticing your complete silence, "you still didn't tell me, what's so wrong about me being back into town?" you quickly snap out of your thoughts, taking a moment to clear your throat.
"it's nothing! actually i have to get these groceries back home quickly." that was a lie, you hadbought nothing frozen.
"right, so i'll see you later?" megumi asks gently, you nod quickly, "yeah!"
"could i get your number again?"
he's straight into the point, huh.
"look megumi, it's going to be very awkward if we're friends again, i mean we literally broke up, due to your lack of communication!" a sigh escaped your mouth. your hand still resting inside of your trunk. he fell silent at that, "i know. but how will things ever change if we don't talk?"
"you're the one who never knew how to communicate, megumi." you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. he fell silent again, "let's just talk later, i don't want to argue in public." you say simply, before slamming your trunk door shut.
megumi flinched at the sound, before nodding. "yeah, later."
you still ended up giving him your changed number...
at home, while you're sitting at your study desk. all you could think about was megumi, about how good he looked. how deep his voice sounded, how he sounded like he was pleading for you.
the first thing you noticed when you saw him again, was his piercings. they were just so... attractive the black coated metal placed on the corner of his lip, the black pierced ring on his eyebrow.
how could you not miss him? the time you were with him. he didn't even have any piercings, he's way more bulked up, you couldn't even control where your thoughts went anymore.
a ding sound escaped from your phone, snapping you out of your thoughts for a second. you pick up your phone from the desk, opening the message icon to see "megumi" flashed across your screen.
you open the text icon, it reads. "could we talk now?"
it's 12:46am... is that wise to let your ex over at your house, especially this late?
you replied "yes." before you could sort your thoughts together, you got an immediate reply.
megumi: "alright, what time do i be there?"
you: "come now. it's already late."
megumi: "you didn't share your location yet, idiot."
you: "i did just now. come over."
megumi: "yeah? i'm on my way rn."
by that time, you were sprawled out on your back, in bed. doomscrolling on social media, until you hear the engine of a car on your driveway, signaling megumi has arrived.
you hear knocking seconds later, you quickly jump out of your bed, to see megumi. standing outside of your front door with flowers?
"hey." he says gently, you're just frozen admiring him for a moment, before you regain consciousness.
this is not the time to be drooling over your ex.
but he has flowers?
for you?
who else?
they're also your favorite type of flowers.
"may i come in..?" megumi quietly asked, wondering why you suddenly went quiet. "oh! yes of course! i'm sorry, just stressed out from work and all." you replied, though it wasn't all a lie.
because you were stressed out from work. but that wasn't what was on your mind at this time.
"don't apologize." he steps inside, looking around your apartment for a moment. "work is really stressful sometimes." you nod, unsure of what to say before taking a seat back onto your bed.
"so, what'd you want to talk about?" you ask softly, leaning back against the headboard. "is it okay if i sit near you?" megumi asked, you nod. "to start, i want to talk about us."
you tilt your head in confusion, "what about 'us'?" his gaze finds yours, dark blue eyes looking into your eyes. "i wanted to start with an apology." you roll your eyes, "apology? megumi were not even together anymore!"
"fuck, stop calling me megumi it drives me insane!" his sudden outburst confused you, "is that not your name?" he looks down, before looking back up at you. leaning closer towards you, "please, just say the nickname you always used to." he pleads, "just once."
"megumi... i thought you were supposed to be—"
he cuts you off, "apologizing? yeah i know."
"look baby..." he kneels down in front of the bed, looking up at you, "i'm so sorry, for how i've treated you in the past. i know i can't change the damage that has been done." he pauses, "but the least i could do is, improve today. i have been trying every single day."
is he dumping stuff onto you..?
that's his problem.
"i know what im saying now may not make sense—"
"you're right it doesn't." you cut him off.
he placed his chin onto your lap, looking up at you. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry for every single time i snapped at you in the past, i didn't mean any of those words that were said. and i promise from the bottom of my heart, i will never treat you like that ever, ever again."
you look down at him, looking into his eyes searching for any hint of false information, but all you see is truth.
he really means it huh.
or are you just too forgiving?
"stand up." you demand, he immediately listens rising from the floor to his feet. you get off of the bed, standing upright near megumi, "i'm sorry." he repeats, "i don't even want a response, just hear my words please—" you cut him off, "hard not to hear them, megumi."
"stop calling me that." a smirk appeared at the corner of your lips, "how will your apology fix anything megumi? you fucking treated me like shit!"
"i was going through a lot okay?" he snaps back, "fuck i hate you, that's no excuse!" megumi stares blankly at you, "say it again."
"i don't like you megumi, i never did. i fucking hate you!" he roughly cupped your face before crashing his lips harshly against yours. sliding his tongue down your throat as an attempt to shut you up, you fall silent. your lips immediately latch back onto his. returning the same eagerness, your tongues meet in a heated dance.
you moan into the kiss, he pushes you against the wall roughly pining you against it, your hands tangle in his soft stands, grabbing onto his shoulders before lifting up your hips to grind slowly against him.
megumi groans into your mouth, his hips meeting yours in a more fast pace, you both moan loudly into the kiss, muffled wet obscene sounds fill the bedroom.
megumi pulls back first, you both pant heavily. not speaking for a moment, "i... missed you." you say quietly, a smile appears on megumis face. "missed you more..." he says before planting kisses onto your neck, your head falls back giving him better access towards your neck, he takes the opportunity nibbling gently, rubbing his tongue over the bite mark soothingly. you let out a loud moan, tugging on his hair. he groans into response.
"fuck gumiii..." his head snaps back at that, the nickname. the one you used to scream while he was balls deep inside you—
"say it again, please." megumi pleads, "gumi?" you didn't have any time to react before his mouth claims yours again, pushing his tongue back down into your throat.
he guides you into your bed, not breaking the kiss for one second, he pushes you down on the soft mattress. leaning over you. he kisses down your neck, all the way down to your stomach. savoring you, his hands find your shirt lifting it up gently, revealing more skin, his tongue dips out to lick a line down your stomach.
"gumi please... stop teasing me i cant—" you're cut off by his groan, his fingers dip inside your pants, finding the outline of your panties. he circles the outline before gentle sliding your pants off, "is it alright if i remove more baby?" you nod immediately. your head falling back against the pillow.
just the simple reassurance he needs from you really... turns you on.
his finger ghosts over your panties, before slowly sliding them down. "lift your hips." megumi demands, you immediately lift your hips. giving him help to remove your panties, "fuck." he gasps out. "you're so... beautiful baby, missed this pussy." you roll your eyes, "show me how much."
megumi doesn't need to be told twice, before he drops his head down into your wet heat, tongue lapping hungrily against your pussy, his mouth immediately finds your clit, sucking desperately you let out a sudden broken moan, "fuck! gumi! gumi! i can't please–please fuck no i—!" his eyes roll into the back of his head at your moans, he dips two fingers into your hole, scissoring them in and out, as he laps your folds desperately, he picks up the pace with his fingers, you tug roughly onto his black strands, "gumiiii!" you moan out, eyes rolling back. your slit leaking all over his tongue, painting it semi white, you grind desperately against his face chasing your release.
his free hand rises to slap your inner thigh, not pulling back for a breath, you grunt at the slap, hips rotting against his face. "gumi!" another pathetic moan escaped your mouth, "mm?" was the only sound that escaped his mouth, "i'm cumming! gumi! i can't fuck—" your head falls back against the headboard again, grinding roughly against megumi's face. tugging tightly on his hair, before your orgasm crashed over you.
your vision flashed slightly white from the force of it, panting heavily. megumi laps up all over your remaining cum. his tongue dips deeper before he redraws his fingers, pulling away from your inner thighs. his face wet with your remaining juices.
"fuck... baby, you taste amazing." you pant heavily, still trying to catch your breath. "sure."
"need to be inside of you..." megumi groans, your head snaps back up. "fuck please. please."
"gumi, i could really... i need you in..." you pause, "need what baby? lay back." you nod, "i already am laid back."
megumi stands up from the bed, unbuttoning his baggy jeans, down to his boxers, he quickly steps out of them springing his cock out, you nearly drool at the sight. he lays back onto the mattress leaning over you, before he makes his way sitting on your chest, applying gentle weight. "suck."
megumi demanded, you immediately obey, stroking at the base. spitting onto your palm megumi grunts, trying to stay still, you lift your head up taking his length into your mouth, a pathetic whimper escaped his mouth before he could stop it.
did megumi fushiguro, just whimper..?
the sound surprised the both of you.
"take it deeper baby..." he moans out, wrapping his legs around your neck slightly not enough to choke you, or cut off your air circulation, just enough to apply gentle pressure.
you moan around his length, taking it deeper gagging silently, but that doesn't stop you from doing kitten licks against his shaft, he holds your head in place against his cock, thrusting in and out gently into your mouth, his legs clench against your head.
his eyes into the back of his head, letting out loud grunts. "fuck, fuck." megumi moans out.
you've never heard him this vocal during sex before, even in the past he was rather quiet.
"don't stop..." megumi moans out. your eyes roll back at his sounds. encouraging you to take his length deeper down your throat, your hands stroke what can't fit into your mouth. precum leaks all over your tongue, pooling all over you mouth. a salty, almost sweet, fills your tastebuds.
his orgasm crashed over him, he cums with a loud whimper of your name. the cum painting your tongue semi white, he holds your head in place until he feels you've swallowed his whole entire load.
he lifts his body off of your chest, falling onto the bed panting heavily. you both pant heavily for about five minutes to catch your breath. "good... you took it all so well, fuck you're so perfect." megumi moans out. coming down from his high.
is he praising you?
"you okay baby?" megumi asks softly, you nod. "yeah you?" a smirk appears at the corner of his lips, "more than okay... lay back."
you look in confusion, "spread your legs." you obey immediately, spreading your legs to the open for him, he sits up leaning over you. before lining himself between your legs.
"may i..?" you nod immediately, gripping onto his broad shoulders. before he slowly pushes into your wetness, you groan at the stretch. "gu—gumi..." you moan.
"fuck... just a little more." he pushes deeper, before bottoming out with a loud groan, "ohhh fuck." you scratch harshly at his back.
fuck, has he gotten bigger here too..?
he starts to thrust roughly, hips bucking harshly against yours, "fuck! fuck! fuck!" you whimper, clawing desperately at his back, "gumiiii! i missed you! fuck. fuck! i missed this dick so much i—" you moan out, eyes rolling back. you swore his tip kissed your cervix at least once—
"fuck baby... i'm really sensitive right now." he whimpered, roughly thrusting into your heat. before leaning down and spitting into your mouth. you swallow is saliva greedily, "open." his thumb taps on your chin. you open your mouth again, just for him to spit into the back of your throat.
"gumi... i'm still sensitive from cumming also." you say softly, megumi immediately pulls out slowly. his shaft gilding out against your slick walls, "better?" he asked gently, you nod. megumi takes you into his arms, collapsing on the mattress.
"should shower." he says simply, holding you tightly into his arms. you wrap your arms around his waist, he plants a kiss onto your forehead. "sleep baby, we'll shower in the morning."
you nod, already close to drifting off.
. . . in about five minutes, your breathing even outs arms wrapped tightly around megumi, as he rubs your hair gently. kissing your forehead once again, smiling to himself before muttering "i'm so lucky to have you, i don't deserve you."
you both fall asleep peacefully, though will you regret sleeping with your ex boyfriend in the morning? should you break things off with him again..?
megumi, was more closed off than anyone person you've ever met, but obviously he had his reasons for that.
you didn't know exactly why your boyfriend was so overly closed off, but you knew his reasons were valid for the way he was. there's always a reason for everything.
you're on the couch, legs covered with your fuzzy blue blanket. watching tv to try and get your mind off of things, but nothing is really distracting you. the only thought you have is megumi
megumi has been out all day, on a mission. he hasn't texted, called, it's been worrying you all day. you haven't settled, haven't even started on dinner. you've barely eaten today due to the feeling of worry in your chest, you were just too worried about megumi.
you hear the ringing of your phone, and see your home screen light up with notification, from megumi, you quickly grab your phone off of the cushion, holding the phone up close toward your ear, "hello!? baby are you okay?" you immediately ask, rather than a 'hello' the anxiety got to strong for that, you just needed to know if your boyfriend was okay.
"yeah..." he says simply, his deep voice cutting through the speaker, "are you lying to me?" you question, fingers fumbling with your hair. "no, why would i lie to you, pretty baby?"
why does he have to speak like this now?
"because... i don't know. look gumi, i'm just worried about you." you pause, trying to word your thoughts in the nicest way possible, "are you coming home? i think we should talk." you could almost feel his eye rolling through the phone, "yeah, i'm coming home. what do you want to talk about, baby?"
"i'll tell you, when you get here."
"alright."
in about thirty minutes, megumi arrived home.
you immediately practically jump out of the couch, standing up running towards your boyfriend. into a tight embrace he yelps in surprise. "hey, to you as well..." you roll your eyes, tightening your arms around his waist, "i was so worried about you." his hand rubs comforting circles on your back, "i'm sorry baby."
"stop apologizing." he goes silent after that, rubbing your back in soothing circles, "what did you want to talk about?" megumi questions softly, his voice low in the quiet living room. "sit down." you bring him towards the sofa, sitting down, he sits down aside you. waiting for you to continue.
"are you okay gumi? you're really worrying me lately. like a lot, please don't lie to me baby... you know that's why i'm here right?" you pause, "i'm here for the good, and bad moments. please talk to me."
megumi, stays silent for at least five minutes. you don't push him, don't pressure him to speak, you wait patiently, before his voice cuts in, "can i be honest?" you nod, grabbing his hands into yours. "please be honest." he intertwines his fingers with yours, "well..." he pauses, looking downward. suddenly feeling very exposed, seen.
something megumi, isn't use to. "well, to be honest i haven't been feeling the greatest." he paused again, you look at him in concern, rubbing small soothing circles on his knuckles, "in what way baby?" you say quietly, trying your best to not make him feel pressured.
"i... i just— i'm tired, yknow?" you knew exactly what he meant, he didn't mean just physical, he meant mentally, emotionally, and that scared you most because. megumi is not the type of person to ask for help, and what if it gets worse. what will happen to him?
"baby... i understand, please talk to me no pressure, you don't have to if you're not comfortable, but i'm here. i will always be here for you my love."
he completely lets go in your arms, clinging to you like a child as the dam finally breaks. years of repression, stoicism, and burying his feelings pour out in the form of violent shaking and heaving sobs against your shoulder. "i'm sorry... i'm sorry..." he gasps out between breaths. "i just love you so much it hurts." you rub his back soothingly, "shh, i've got you baby. let it out, is that that the only reason you're crying?" you ask gently, not trying to pry him.
he stills against you, his tears slowing. after a long moment, he nods against your neck—just a small, jerky movement. he takes a shaky breath, his voice barely a whisper when he speaks. "i'm scared." it's the most vulnerable thing he's ever admitted to you. "scared of what baby? i've got you nothing is going to hurt you now." you rock him in gentle circles, creating a gentle rhythm.
he nuzzles into your touch, seeking comfort and closeness. he takes a deep breath, steeling himself to admit his biggest fear. "i'm scared that one day you'll realize i'm not worth your time and affection. that you'll leave me and i'll be alone again."
oh how your heart shattered at those words.
"baby... no you're worth everything. you deserve the world." you pause, your hands tangling in his sit strands. "id do anything for you, i'd for die for you. i'd kill for you. please i'd do anything it takes to keep you my love. don't ever think other wise."
he pulls back to look at you, his red, puffy eyes searching your face desperately for any hint of lies. but he only sees truth and love reflected back at him. something inside him seems to break open completely, all his walls crumbling. "you make me feel so..."
you cup his face gently, pushing his damp black spikes back, so you could see his face. "so what?" you question softly.
he leans into your palms, pressing his face against your hands as if he needs the contact to ground himself. his voice trembles, barely audible. "you make me feel so... whole. like i'm not broken anymore. like i'm actually allowed to be happy." a fresh tear slides down his cheek. "i've never felt safe in my entire life until i met you."
you smile at him, "oh baby. i'm so glad i'm able to make you feel loved, and secure." he starts crying again but they're softer tears now, not born from fear or sadness but from overwhelming gratitude and love. he presses into your touch like a starved cat seeking affection. "i don't know how to be needy like this..."
"well." you gently brush a strand of his hair out of his face, "do you feel better now baby?" he nods weakly, sniffing. he's suddenly aware of how he must look—red, puffy eyes, running nose, flushed face. he normally hates looking weak or vulnerable, but with you he feels zero shame. he's just... relieved to have let it all out. "i feel lighter."
you smile again, relieved that he's feeling better now. "i think you're tired." he blinks slowly, suddenly realizing how exhausted he feels—not just physically, but emotionally. drained from years of bottling everything up with only one release. he yawns unexpectedly, and it catches him off guard. "...maybe." he admits reluctantly, knowing he can't hide anything from you anyway. he collapses against your chest, not caring about his dignity anymore.
and after that, you brought him into your shared bedroom.
maybe rocked him to bed as well, after all he'd never been babied, never really been loved. he should know what it's like to be loved, you'll do whatever it takes for him to know that he's appreciated by you, and many others.
ᝰ.ᐟ bf!toji who hates seeing you cry until he makes you sob during sex ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
bf!toji who acts like nothing bothers him, but he secretly notices every little change in your mood. he knows exactly how sensitive you are and treats your feelings like something fragile, even if he tries to act casual about it.
bf!toji is the type to drop his tough guy act the second your bottom lip starts shaking. if you two are watching a sad movie and a pet dies, or if you just had a terrible day and drop your cup on the floor—he's right there. he won't tease you. he’ll just pull you against his chest, let you ruin his shirt with your tears, and rub your back until you stop crying. he genuinely hates seeing you sad.
bf!toji who is completely caught off guard the first time it happens. you’re sitting on his lap, wrapped around him, completely lost in the moment. one of his big, rough hand is holding your hips, keeping you close, while he kisses your neck and slowly moves his thick digits inside your pussy, finding a rhythm that takes your breath away.
bf!toji stops completely the second he hears a small, shaky sniffle. he goes totally stiff under you. he stops moving his fingers and pulls back from your neck, his dark eyes wide and worried as he holds your face. seeing tears running down your cheeks scares him a little.
"hey... look at me. what's wrong? did i hurt you?" his voice is rough and actually panicked. "tell me, do you want me to stop?"
bf!toji watches you whine softly because he stopped. you shake your head, hiding your face in his shoulder and crying out the truth: "n-no, don't stop... it just—it feels too good, ji. i can't help it."
bf!toji freezes, taking in what you just said. hearing that you aren't crying from pain, but because he is making you feel that good? a switch flips in his brain and the panic disappears, replaced by a huge rush of excitement.
bf!toji becomes totally obsessed with this—knowing he can make you lose control just by touching you makes his ego go through the roof. the sweet boyfriend who hates to see you cry in public completely disappears behind closed doors. in bed, your tears mean he's doing a good job.
bf!toji gets really smug and loves to tease you about it. he’ll purposely slow down, touching the exact spot that makes you crazy, watching your eyes fill with tears while he smirks.
"look at you," he’ll whisper, wiping a tear away with his thumb. "crying already? you're so sweet for me. keep going, let me see how good it feels."
bf!toji loves to push you over the edge by building the friction until you can't take it. he’ll pin your wrists above your head, spreading your legs wide so he can look right at you while he slides all the way inside. every time he thrusts deep and hits your sweet spot, a fresh wave of tears leaks from your eyes, and he just stares down at you with a dark, heavy grin, loving how loud you gasp and sob under him.
bf!toji who will change positions just to make you cry harder. he'll flip you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up high so he can slide in from behind. the angle is deep and intense, and as he grips your waist hard enough to leave marks, you're burying your face in the pillows to muffle your crying. he'll lean down, his chest pressing against your back, and talk right into your ear.
"baby, let me hear it—turn your head and look at me—god, look at how wet your face is just because i'm stretching you out like this."
bf!toji decides that if you aren't crying by the end of the night, he didn't try hard enough. it becomes a game to him. he will deliberately push you over the edge, using his dick and his dirty mouth to keep you completely overwhelmed until you're shaking and crying in his arms.
bf!toji who will actually praise you for crying. while he's holding you tight and making love to you, listening to you sob, he’ll lean down to kiss your wet cheeks and growl, "that's it, gooood girl. cry for me."
୨୧ megumi fushiguro, who can be a little rough in bed
you was being an absolute brat today.
your poor boyfriend, megumi, has been begging you for space, but you just wouldn’t listen. you was so horny, you couldn’t help it, your boyfriend was the sexiest guy alive.
that being said, you’ve been begging him for sex all day. he told to be patient, to let him get done with everything he needed to get done today, but you wouldn’t listen. he was trying to get some paperwork done at his desk before you came in his room, pleading to just sit in his lap because you “missed him” megumi let out a huge sigh, irritation growing slightly because he already told you to leave fifteen minutes ago. he begrudgingly agreed, scooting out his desk chair as you planted down on his lap.
it only took you five minutes for you to start grinding on him, trying to coax him into getting what you want. “that’s it, go.” he said sternly, shooing you out of his room before literally locking the door behind you. he could finally focus on his paperwork now, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly hard from your grinding. great, now he has to focus extra hard to get this done.
you waited for him outside his room on the couch, the wet ache between your thighs only getting worse as the minutes blurred into several, and those minutes turned into two hours. your ears perked up at the sound of him unlocking his door and finally walking out of his room, looking tired and worn. you immediately got up, violating his personal space as you practically threw yourself on him, feeling him up in the process.
megumi looked down at you, a hint of irritation mixed with his usual blank face as he tried to pry away from your touches. “let go of me, i have lunch plans with itadori and kugisaki.” he said, tone flat to hide the effect you was truly having on him. your smile grew, begging for him to let you come with him, promising to not be annoying.
he doesn’t know why he believed that for even a second.
he’s trying to hold his composure, swatting your hand away from under the table as you palmed him next to you. you was having way too much fun with this, blabbing away with his friends as you felt him growing harder under your hand. he swatted your hand away harder, irritation blooming on his face as he skimmed the menu. “dude, you okay? you look pissed, and you keep jerking.” yuji asked, concern lacing his voice. you only sped up your hand under the table as megumi struggled to keep a grip. “he’s seething in anger over the menu.” nobara teased, bumping yuji’s arm as they giggled.
he glanced over at you, swatting your hand away again as he gave you a warning glare while they was busy laughing. “i’m fine.” he replied, tone short and clipped. they continued to laugh and tease him. you laughed right along with them, having the audacity to snuggle up against him afterwards.
he was about two seconds away from snapping. you couldn’t keep your hands off him as he drove the two of you home, whining about how horny you was, how bad you wanted him to fuck you, trying to make excuses for why you couldn’t stop touching him inappropriately at lunch. he wasn’t having any of that though, shutting you up and turning up the car’s radio to calm his nerves.
when the two of you got home, he was quiet, strangely calm as he walked past you and straight to the bathroom, starting the shower. you followed him, whining about needing him and wanting to spend time with him. “get out.” he muttered, moving you out of the bathroom before shutting the door.
finally, the space he’s needing all day. he let the warm water soothe his tense muscles, leaning his head back and letting the water course through his naturally spiky hair, leaving it flat on his head in the process. he purposely spent extra time in the shower, washing away the dirt, grime, and irritation of the day before turning off the water and grabbing his towel to wrap loosely around his waist.
just for all that irritation to come back, seeing you waiting for him in the bathroom, starting your bullshit up again, begging for him and even trying to tug his towel off.
and megumi fushiguro, the usual calm and composed man, snapped.
he was pissed, it was evident in the way he was fucking you within an inch of your life. he’s got a tight grip on your hips, pulling you into every brutal thrust, cock pistoning in and out of you rapidly. he was still warm and damp from his shower, hair wet and flat on his head and hanging in front of his eyes. he looked so hot like this, anger mixed with pleasure in his expression as he hunched over, broad shoulders almost shielding you from the outside world.
“such a fucking brat. don’t ever know when to quit.” he snarled, fucking into you harder as he replayed today’s earlier events in his head. “i told you to fucking—mphh—wait. but you don’t know what that means do you?” he taunted between grunts, head hanging low and in your face. the pleasure was suffocating, it was hot and sweaty, no room to squirm away from the aggressive fucking he was giving you.
he’s never been this rough with in bed before. you must’ve really pissed him off, his hold on you bruising as his hips clapped into yours violently. it felt too good, his cock slotting through your velvety walls as his tip slammed into your sweet spot. you moaned wildly underneath him, trying to squirm away from the almost painful pleasure. “gumi..! go softer, it’s too-“ you attempted to whine before his hand covered your mouth, silencing you.
“thought this is what you wanted? so shut up and take what i give you.” he grunted in your ear, pace picking up as he lost himself in your slick walls, your moans and whines against his palm spurring him on as he fucked all his anger out on you. he almost looked like a different person, wet hair slick down on his head, eyes dark and intense with a deranged look on his face had you clenching around his cock bullying your insides.
the way he was taking control, fucking you into your place, and being mean with it, had you whining under his hand. your thighs shook in pleasure as you grew wetter, slick walls pulling him deeper despite your protest of it being too much just seconds earlier, and the obscene sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy filled the room as you gripped at the sheets desperately to ground yourself.
the pleasure coiled warm and steady in your core, arousal dripping onto the sheets and coating megumi’s dick in the process. you writhed with your eyes closed as he fucked into you faster, each thrust causing the bed to creak and the headboard to knock against the wall in a steady rhythm. “sound so much better like this…not nagging me.” he moaned, pleasure catching up to him as he felt his balls tightening with his impending orgasm.
your legs began to kick and jerk, being the only part of your body that could move properly due to megumi’s body weight pressing into you. drawn out whines left your mouth as your walls clenched ans spasmed around him. “yeah? gonna cum, baby? go ahead, soak me.” he demanded, thumb coming down to rub harsh circles on your clit.
that was your undoing, squealing under his palm as you came around his cock, throwing your head back as your orgasm soaked everything. “haah…fuck…now you know how to listen. when you’re getting what you want.” he said harshly, thrusts losing rhythm as he chased his own orgasm. he removed his hand from your mouth to kiss you deeply, hips jerking once more as he came hard and deep inside you.
he moved his hips slowly, riding out his high as the two of you gasped and breathed heavily. his cum seeping out between the two of you as he stayed buried inside your warm walls.
the two of you sat in a long silence, kissing softly in the dark. he was being loving and affectionate compared to how he just fucked you violently. you threaded your hand through his slick hair, admiring the way his face was starting to soften. “you look good like this…can we go again?
Pairing.ᐟ: alt M. Fushiguro x fem reader .ᐟ
Tags.ᐟ: non curse au, college au, smut with minimal plot, cursing, kissing, pet names, dirty talk, teasing, piercing!megumi, rough!megumi, dominant!megumi, sub!reader, afab!reader, condescending praise, degradation, slight size difference, slight overstim, fingering, cunnilingus, manhandling, headlock, edging, no aftercare.
⤷ Megumi’s plaything.ᐟ ⋆˚࿔ part two .ᐟ
Megumi despises parties.
The only reason he's at this one is because Yuuji begs him to play a single game. A game that ultimately traps him in a pitch-black closet with you.
“You have so many piercings!” Your voice is radiant, soft, and overflowing with comfort—the exact brand of energy that instantly drains him. It doesn't help that you are pressed so close in this cramped space, where the intoxicating scent of your perfume fills his lungs. “They make you look so mysterious and edgy!”
Megumi offers a curt nod and averts his eyes, but in the dim light, a faint blush stains his cheeks. Your effortless charm is already chipping away at his defenses, and he absolutely loathes it.
“How many do you have?” you ask, genuine curiosity bright in your eyes. You are eager to finally talk to the boy you’ve only ever heard about around campus.
“Eleven,” he replies flatly. He looks down at you, wearing a mask of total indifference that makes a slight shiver ripple down your spine.
A smirk tugs at Megumi's lips as he watches you actively count the silver along his ears, eyebrow, and lip. He takes a quiet satisfaction in the confusion washing over your face when your count repeatedly stalls at ten.
“Are you sure it’s eleven?” you ask, as if he wasn’t the one in the chair getting them pierced.
Megumi chuckles to himself as your expression grows utterly dumbfounded. Yet, you can’t stop the smile that tugs at your lips, captivated by this rare, unexpected laugh from the campus 'emo boy.'
“Do you want me to show you the last one?” His voice drops to a low, seductive purr as he leans down, his breath brushing hot against your ear.
When he pulls back, towering over you, he watches the heat rush to your cheeks. The quiet, breathless whine you let out as you hum a 'yes' feeds into his worst instincts—he completely hates how much he loves seeing his flirtations wreck you.
Megumi steps closer, crowding your personal space and driving you back until your spine hits the wall. Before you can even process the impact, his lips are already crushing against yours.
Aggressive, greedy, hungry, taking your lips as if you are the very air he needs to breathe. One of his hands grips the back of your neck, while the other anchors firmly to your hip—pulling you deeper into the kiss to fully taste you. Your lips part involuntarily under his command, granting him total freedom. You gasp as his tongue tangles with yours, the sharp, warm metal brushing against your tongue.
He feels the tremble escape your body, and a smile plays against your lips as he completely dominates the kiss, pushing you into submission.
“You’re getting turned on from this,” he groans against your mouth. The hand on your hip slides down to your thigh, the heavy rings on his calloused fingers sending a tantalizing shiver through your skin as they find your bare thigh. “Want me to help with that, pretty girl?”
His warm, rough fingers ride up your skirt and press directly into the center of your panties, rubbing agonizingly slow over your soaked slit.
“Don’t tease me,” you whimper, your hand gripping his bicep, feeling the strong muscle under his black hoodie.
“Shouldn’t I have some fun at a party I didn't even want to come to?” he murmurs. His hand finally slides past the damp lace of your underwear, finding your slick folds.
His index and ring fingers part you open, making way for his middle finger to slip inside, stretching you out as he fills your tight, aching core. He pumps slowly at first, burying himself deep into your sopping pussy. A high whine catches in your throat, completely cut off as Megumi smothers it with another bruising kiss.
“So wet and pathetic, it's almost cute,” he rasps against your skin. He shoves a second finger inside, his pace turning ruthless as he thrusts deeper and faster. His mouth leaves yours to trail a path of fire down your jawline and the column of your neck, while his thumb finds your clit, rubbing in torturous, teasing circles as his fingers curl deep inside you, stretching you to your absolute limit.
“Mmngh! I’m close!” you squeal, your fingers digging into the rigid muscle of his arm as you tighten around his digits.
Megumi abruptly pulls his hand out, leaving you repeatedly clenching on nothing. He brings his slick, glistening fingers right to his mouth, unhurriedly licking your arousal from his skin. “I don’t want you to cum on my fingers.”
His hands trail down to the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs. You step out of them in a daze, chest heaving with desperate anticipation for what he’s going to do next.
He drops to his knees in front of you, hiking up your dress so he can feast his eyes on the beautiful, dripping mess he’s made of you with his fingers and kisses alone. “I want to feel you cum on my tongue.”
Just as his warm breath hits your sensitive core, a sharp knock rattles the closet door.
“Yo! Seven minutes are up!” Yuuji’s energetic voice cuts through the heavy fog of the room from the other side. “But if y’all need more time—”
“We need more time,” Megumi interrupts, his voice deep, groggy, and dripping with authority. To punish you for the interruption, he drags his index and middle fingers sharply across your swollen folds, drawing a painfully loud whimper from your lips.
“Alrighty! Don’t mess this up, Fushiguro!” Yuuji chuckles. Something slides under the crack of the door—a small, square foil packet that looks suspiciously like a condom. Megumi just scoffs, and as his talented fingers plunge right back inside to fill you up, the overwhelming sensation completely distracts you from caring.
“Do you like the idea of me fucking you in this closet?” he asks, looking up at you through his long, dark eyelashes. The only light illuminating his sharp features is the faint glow bleeding through the cracks of the door.
You nod eagerly, your hands trembling as you push his messy hair off his forehead just to see his intense gaze more clearly.
“Such a slut.”
Before you can even attempt to protest, his hands hook firmly beneath the backs of your thighs. With a surge of effortless strength, he hoists you clean off the ground, draping your legs over his broad shoulders to grant himself the perfect, unobstructed view of your cunt.
“Comfortable up there, baby?” His fingers dig deep into the soft flesh of your outer thighs. His rings and blunt fingernails press crescents into your skin, anchoring you in place as you squirm, entirely undone by the new position.
You never expected him to be this strong—lifting you as if you weigh absolutely nothing—but the agonizing edge of release overrides your shock. You reach down, clutching at his spiky hair to pull his face closer to your pussy, desperate for any friction to replace the torturous warmth of his breath.
“So impatient,” he clicks his tongue, “You wanna cum so badly, huh?” To punish your eagerness, he blows a sharp puff of air directly onto your dripping clit. The sudden, agonizing sensation wrings a high-pitched moan right out of you.
“P-please… Wanna cum,” you sob, tilting your head back until it thuds against the closet wall.
“Of course you fucking do.”
Megumi wastes no more time, burying his face between your thighs to capture your clit between his lips. He sucks and licks ruthlessly, the metal of his piercing dragging hard against your sensitive bud and sending violent waves of electricity straight to your lower stomach.
His pace accelerates. He moves lower, his tongue darting unexpectedly into your trembling hole, making you scream his name. The stifling warmth of his breath as he licks you clean makes you lose control, your legs frantically pull his head closer putting him in a mean headlock.
He smiles against your skin, feeling his victory as he drowns himself in your wet, fluttering cunt. With every deep, rhythmic lap that swallows your juices, his nose brushes in a brutal, teasing friction right against your clit. Your legs begin to buckle against his neck as you writhe helplessly on his tongue; you are right on the edge, and he can practically taste your release on his lips.
“Haa—gonna cum, please let me cum!”
“fffuck… cum on my tongue, pretty girl.” he growls against your skin. His pace grows impossibly faster, his fingers locking onto your upper thighs to keep you pinned wide open for him.
Your desperate, broken moans nearly push him over the edge right then and there, and your completely undone expression only drives him wilder. He looks up just as your body shutters, your release flooding all over his tongue, his lips, and your thighs.
Megumi isn't a man to let a meal go to waste. He eagerly licks up every single drop of your delicious juices, the slick, relentlessness of his mouth making it impossible for you to keep your bearings.
You try to claw your way back to a normal breathing pattern but Megumi couldn’t have that.
Slurpp!
Megumi attacks your clit again—sucking and kitty licking against the hyper-sensitive bud. Your body twitching violently, a breathless cry tearing from your throat from the sheer overstimulation.
“Ahmm! T-too much!” you whine, weakly pressing your hands against his forehead to push him away. But his strength completely outmatches yours, and he remains buried deep between your legs, entirely unyielding.
“You taste so fucking good, pretty.” he mutters against your wet skin, lapping up the last remnants of your arousal. Once he’s savored every sweet drop, he finally eases your legs off his shoulders and sets you back down on your feet. Your knees instantly buckle, and he catches you against his chest, anchoring your wobbling frame to keep you balanced. He can't help the low, chuckle that vibrates in his chest at your helplessness.
“Damn... it really isn't hard to make you weak.” He gently brushes a few stray, sweat-dampened hairs away from your face, pausing just to stare. Like he’s memorizing this exact moment—your ragged breathing, your wildly dilated eyes, and the flushed glow of your skin illuminated by the faint party lights bleeding through the cracks of the door.
He leans in close, making you ache for a kiss, only to cruelly pull away at the last second. He turns, unlatching the closet door to leave.
“Oh, and if you want these back,” he murmurs, pausing at the threshold. He reaches into his hoodie pocket and tugs out your damp underwear, letting them dangle from his fingers.
warnings: smut, fluff, mentions of blood, dirty talk, mentions of violence,
boxer!megumi: who looks for you immediately after every match. he’s known to be ruthless and scary but the second his eyes find you his expression becomes soft. and every time he wins a match he dedicates it to you, announcing to all who watch that you are his one and only. that he can't live without you and you are the sole reason for his achievements. that you are his world.
boxer!megumi: never has time for anything else, not even himself but still makes time for you. taking you out on dates and spoiling you rotten. whatever you want you don't ever have to ask him because he gets it for you the second you show interest. every month he gets you your favorite flowers and a basket of all your favorite things and color. you never know when he'll surprise you because he does it at random, with no special occasion.
boxer!megumi: who will knock any guy out that touches you. being in this sport definitely makes him like a guard dog for you. he is so gentle and soft with you but so violent and protective of you. you've always wondered how a person surrounded by so much aggressiveness could yet be so tender. he protects you with his life and has even gotten stabbed for you. not that he minds because he would even take a bullet for you. you even think to some extent he would kill for you. you can't help but see how much he loves you and just love him back tenfold.
boxer!megumi: that isn't good at expressing his feelings so he shows it to you in bed. its the one time he isn't gentle with you but you love the roughness. he isn't very vocal during sex but loves when you're vocal. he loves every sound you make and when you beg for every bit of him. he loves when you tell him to ruin you and whine that you want him so bad. and everytime you use any name, oh how he loves those nicknames. 'gumi' is his favorite and he can't help but cum every time you use it so dirty.
boxer!megumi: who lets our such nice groans every time you ride him so nicely. but he can't help from always taking the lead. you love when he is always so commanding in bed and luckily he has a natural tendency of being dominant. the way he hooks onto your hips and moves you so passionately. the way he pins you against the wall when you are in the shower. he carries you with both hands and always thrusts into you so good. how he forces your legs open and spreads them wider and wider where you feel every inch of him stuffing you. how yet he always listens to you when you beg him to fill you up with all his cum. then he pushes all his load back in with his fingers making you suck them right after.
boxer!megumi: that refuses to strongly touch you even when you ask him to be rougher. but will spit in your mouth while you sob his name. who smacks and grabs your ass so smoothly when he has you arched so perfectly for him. then at times pulls your hair and drags you up where he can grab your neck from the front. where you look so fucked out as drool drips down your laid back head. he can't help but admire every beautiful melody that comes out of that gorgeous mouth of yours.
boxer!megumi: who loves you to death and can't wait to ask you to marry him. who wants you to have his kids and give you the life you want. who would die for you and sacrifice everything and anything in his life to give you what you want. who will never leave your side and vows to protect you till his last breath. who fucks you so good after your wedding. who for the first time is so vocal during sex. telling you to carry his kids and take every bit of him. telling you how good you feel. telling you that you're such a good girl, his good girl always. asking you to tell him how good he fucks you. asking you to scream his name and let the world know who you belong to. asking you to take every single one of his loads till you are all full of him.
boxer!megumi: that always wins but finishes with bruises and blood all over him. how he hates when you touch him like that because he doesn't want you to get dirty. how he hates when you see him too badly beaten up and doesn't like you seeing him like that. but at the end of the day lets you heal him and loves how much you care about him. megumi fushiguro, who can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you.
all characters aged up 18+
first headcanon! hope you guys enjoy, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated 🥹
creds to @ huraxy-dividers and @ cursed-carmine for beautiful dividers!
𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: fingering, praise kink, nicknames, orgasm control, minimal plot, talking through it, sexual content , lmk if i forgot any!
✐mentions of character turning red is not meant to be taken literally!
𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1203
yuji and you were just best friends, although to everyone else you guys looked like friends with benefits. why? you two basically acted like you were dating, did everything together, even kissed a few times, but still it was always. "no guys me and yuji are just really close friends, i promise thats all!" all you guys were really missing was sex. well, kind of…?
“it won’t be that long okay, trust me. it’ll go by in a flash!” yuji cupped your face and connected his forehead to yours. he was always so gentle and patient with you. you’d never met a man quite like him. “yuu it’s two weeks, thats the longest we’ve gone without each other yknow” you were pouting, its the face he always gives in to. “y/n i can’t miss this im sorry, its for an important mission they need me at”
“okay fine, do you at least promise to facetime every night?” you knew you sounded like a clingy girlfriend, but he was just as clingy. “yes love, of course” he was so loving with you that you really don’t know why you two weren’t official. well you didn’t want that to be up to you.
after yuji left everything felt sad and empty, it’s like he was the the only life around this place. him leaving created a pretty big void in your heart and even your soul. but you swore to him you would get through this, and one thing he loved about you is that you sure as shit weren’t weak.
one week had passed by. you made it half way there! and just like he promised, you guys facetimed every night. this realization definitely brought up your mood but also made you miss him more. so you decided to facetime him, i mean it was that time at night you two always called anyway, whats a couple minutes sooner?
"hey yuu, hows it going?"
"well everything has gone pretty good and we should make it back on time."
"thats great!"
you both talked for two hours straight about everything you possibly could. it was already 12am, yuji should be asleep now since he has to be up early for his mission. but you doubt he would be going to sleep anytime soon. i mean, you two were pretty busy.
❀
"just like that baby, spread a little wider for me" yuji was sitting on a chair in his hotel room, camera on, looking at you, and slowly stroking his length. you on the other hand, had positioned your phone close to you but far enough where you could see yourself sprawled out on the edge of the bed with your legs spread apart. you were slowly rubbing your excessively wet clit where every sound of your slick could be heard on the other end. you were sat up with your head thrown back and perfect sounds coming out of your wide open mouth. yuji found all of the noises you made beautiful, like a harmony he wanted to record and listen to whenever he wanted to. luckily you lived alone so no matter how loud you moaned, nobody could be disturbed.
"look at me y/n, i want you to look at the phone" he loved seeing the face you made, it was almost his favorite thing. when you lifted your head up and looked at him through the screen you only got wetter. seeing him looking at you like that while he so sensually beat his cock. you almost came on the spot. you never knew yuji was so big, perfect width and oh so perfect length. god how you wish you could put his cock in you and ride him till the sun came up right this minute. your cheeks only got redder and sweat began to pile on you, you were glowing as the moonlight hit you through the window.
"you look so perfect y/n. thats it, just keep looking at me baby" this only riled you up more. you loved when he praised you. it made you feel like the most perfect being on this planet. "now slowly put a finger inside y/n. show me how good you can make yourself feel." on his command you slowly led your fingers down to your pulsing hole where you then slowly slid in your finger and slowly slid out again. the squelching sounds only got louder and more intense. your juices dripping down onto the matress. your loud whines turned into blaring moans. "go a little faster y/n, fuck you're doing so good for me sweet girl" you could hear as his strokes got faster and breaths got heavier.
you started going faster and curling your fingers, just wondering how good it would feel if they were his fingers instead, or maybe his huge length. just drilling in and out of you faster and faster, all while he groaned and praised you for how good you were being, how you were such a good girl, his good girl.
as your thoughts kept running you could feel as a knot formed inside of you almost ready to come out. your moans became more consistent and your fingers were now thrusting in and out of you with sounds just as loud as you. your back began arching and you threw your head back. you felt close to your climax.
"don't cum yet princess, i want you to wait till i'm close so we can come together. can you do that for me baby?" how could you not? how could you not listen to everything he says to you, obey his every word? with the way he says it? how could you not listen to your sweet boy? you'd do anything for him.
"y-yes, but please, i can't hold much longe- aah"
"you have to baby, be a good girl for me and wait till i tell you to cum, good girls get rewarded" fuck that only brought you closer, god how much longer did you have to wait?
"o-okay, i'll be your g-good girl yuu" without even realizing it you sent him over the edge. he's always loved that nickname, but he never knew the power it held on him till now. that was it for him. he was about to cum from your pretty little voice and from the way you just used his name.
"fuck y/n mmh, cum for me now princess" he didn't have to say another word before you let out a loud whine and your release flowed out of you. you were left panting in seconds and so was he. he let out such a beautiful groan when he came, that you couldn't wait to have him in person all so you could make him groan like that many times over.
"so whats my reward, yuu? you hadn't even caught your breath yet and already started messing with him.
you could see as sweat dripped down from his forehead onto his lean abs and how his cum trickled down his dick. fuck you wanted so badly to lick that up and fuck him all over again.
"guess you'll find out when i get back princess"
all characters aged up 18+
first drabble! comments and reblogs are highly appreciated 🥹
when megumi told his friends he was dating you, the first reaction was pretty much the same for everyone — a mix of 'no way' and 'i don't believe you'. the worst part? he couldn't even blame them.
megumi would describe himself as introverted and probably pretty anti social. so when you walked up to him one day and started talking to him like you knew him for years? yeah he knew he was a goner. but honestly he never understood it — you were so beautiful, pink and glittery. him, on the other side, looked like he didn't know any other colors other than black and blue.
and somehow, he still fell inlove with you. he realised it soon when he missed the splash of vivid colors in his dorm or the sweet strawberry vanilla scent you left anywhere you went.
imagine his shock when you, yes you, confessed to him first — your eyes glassy like you were actually scared he might not feel the same way. and yet, the only thing he noticed in that moment was how cute your lips looked with the pinkish gloss.
when you started dating, no one really noticed the change — you always used to kiss his cheek even as friends, and he didn't go around to brag — not because he was ashamed, but because he always was one to admire you quietly. he never hid the relationship, he just didn't announce it shouting like yuji would.
so, when one day, when you joined megumi at training, which doesn't happen often, chaos unfolded. you strut down to watch him train in the sun, your pink customized uniform (curtesy of gojo) shining in the sun. megumi didn't see you immediatly, too focused on fighting off maki.
after the sparring match (which he lost) he finally saw you — sitting on the bench with some kind of iced drink. taking a break, he walked over to you, a small smile on his face at your obnoxious waving. "what are you doing here? i thought you went shopping." he takes the drink you're silently offering him, taking a sip from the sugary liquid. definetly your taste.
"hey babe! i was, but after i bought three bags my arms started to hurt so i came back. i found these really cute purple heels that match that skirt i bought last week, do you remember which one? oh and i also found these new gloss that tastes like strawberry..." he's listening to you rambling off about whatever you bought today, following your every word with quiet acknowledgment.
"do you have the new gloss on right now?" his question throws you off, making you halt your story telling. "yes how did you know? wanna try it? i have it in my bag!" while your searching your bag — which was filled with sweets, lipgloss and perfume, megumi's eyes don't leave you. he doesn't even realise maki is yelling at him to come train until yuji shouts like a gorilla making him jump.
"can i try the gloss?" the question would be weird for anyone else but you always make him put on some to 'taste test' it. "i'm not finding it right now ugh and you have to go—" he cuts you off with a direct kiss on your lips. right there in front of everyone — you swear you hear nobara gasp.
either way, you kiss him back, the gloss transfering onto your boyfriends mouth. it's a rather quick kiss, not wanting to put on a show infront of everyone. when he pulls back his forehead against yours, his breath stutters. "it tastes nice."
you don't have time to answer — he walks back to the training ground, ignoring the way everyone is looking at him. guess they finally know you're really dating.
Pairing.ᐟ: clan leader M. Fushiguro x wife reader .ᐟ
Tags.ᐟ: au where Megumi was sold off to the Zenin clan, smut with plot, forced marriage, cursing, slight mutual yearning, breeding, praise kink, face siting, oral (f!rec), riding, greedy!megumi, dom!megumi, inexperienced!reader (like really new), sub!reader, afab!reader.
Synopsis.ᐟ: In order to strengthen both his and your clans, and preserve their inherited cursed technique with an heir. When meeting him, he seems cold and almost resentful toward you, but behind closed doors, he slowly reveals the side of himself he keeps hidden from everyone else.
Megumi was born with the inherited Ten Shadows Technique. Upon reaching his twenty-first birthday, he was officially named the head of the clan. He loathed the celebration; while his previous birthdays within those cold walls had never been joyful, his new title brought a crushing weight of expectations from the elders and the higher-up sorcerers.
He was fuming when the elders delivered their latest decree: he was to marry the daughter of an allied clan and produce an heir to ensure their prized technique continued. Beneath his stoic expression, he burned with the urge to argue, to refuse, to walk away—yet he knew the cold logic of the bloodline was inescapable. However, the source of his dissatisfaction wasn't just the duty itself. It was you.
You are the daughter of a clan leader who obsessed over purity and perfection. To the outside world, your family was a model of virtue, but behind closed doors, the environment was unwelcoming and rigid. Despite your status, you were treated with the same restrictions as a servant. In your clan, women were viewed as either tools or objects of pleasure.
When your father finally spoke to you as an actual human being, it wasn't out of affection. He was informing you of your arranged marriage and the necessity of conceiving an heir. Paralyzed by the fear of punishment, you didn't dare to argue, just bowed in silent agreement.
In the days that followed, maids descended upon you to begin the extravagant preparations for the wedding. You were terrified; the dark reputation of the Zenin clan and the intimidating stories of its new head made you shiver. As you walked toward the Zenin residence, you kept your head low, not daring to look up until you stood directly before the man you were to marry.
You hadn't expected someone so… pretty. His face was like that of a doll, crafted with precise and elegant features, while his dark blue kimono framed a strong, lean build. As you quietly took him in, he did the same.
He couldn't deny your beauty. He was struck by your warm features, your soft, expressive lips, and the delicate flush dusting your squishy cheeks. Your floral kimono did nothing to hide the grace of your silhouette. The elders had called you angelic, a description he hadn't taken seriously until this moment.
The wedding was simple, swift, and deeply unpleasant. Under the watchful, judging eyes of both the clans, the only words you managed to whisper to his uninterested face were, "I do." There was no kiss to seal the union. Instead, he led you toward his private chambers in a heavy, stifling silence.
The dim light of the halls only makes your racing nerves skyrocket.
As he slides open the shoji doors, he reveals a large, cavernous room. Stacks of books clutter the corners, a big futon that sits in the middle of the room, and a low black table that sits in front of the bed.
Through the open patio, there is a striking view of a fountain surrounded by Zinnia flowers—the very same floral pattern draped across your body. You wonder if they’re his favorite.
He closes the door and sits at the table, his back to the entrance, as he pours himself a cup of black coffee.
“Sit across from me,” he commands. His voice is deep, laced with a trace of disgust.
You do as you are told, walking to the other side of the table where a pink pillow awaits—perhaps a small preparation for your arrival. You kneel, too frightened to meet his gaze.
Megumi cannot help but watch your hips sway with every motion. It irritates him that he doesn't mind the prospect of an heir with someone so beautiful and compliant. He isn't the type of man to be swooned by looks alone.
“You’re a virgin?” he asks. It sounds more like a clarification than a question as he sips his coffee.
You nod, waiting for his permission to speak as you look down at the wooden table.
“I would like to look at my wife’s face when she answers me,” he states. Your face flushes at the weight of the word wife.
You look up and meet his eyes. “Yes. I... I saved myself for you,” you say, reciting the lines you were coached to deliver. While your innocence is a fact, the claim that you were waiting for him is a blatant lie—one he catches immediately.
“Your father made you say that.” He sucks his teeth and shakes his head. “Making his own daughter lie to me just to save face. Fucking moron.”
“It wasn’t my father,” you whisper, bracing yourself for a punishment. “Please... don’t be upset with him.”
“You’re taking the blame for his stupidity? How foolish.” Despite his words, he finds your attempt to protect the man who sold you into this marriage somewhat admirable.
“I—I won’t lie again, my lord.”
“Don’t ever use formalities with me.” His voice drips with disdain for the title as he sets his cup down.
“Yes, of course... M-megumi.” You squirm on the pillow, twisting your hands together in your lap.
“Do you know that we are expected to produce an heir tonight?” he asks, shifting the subject abruptly.
“Y-yes, sir—Megumi!” You stutter, quickly correcting yourself. A soft smile touches his lips—an expression you never expected to see on a man with his reputation.
“One more slip-up and I might not take it lightly next time,” he says, the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk.
You hum an embarrassed agreement, your heart hammering against your chest. He reaches out, brushing a few stray hairs away from your face and tucking them behind your ear, letting his hand linger there.
“I have no intention of making this marriage unpleasant. We’ll take it slow, okay?” His voice is soft and comforting now—a tone so disarming it could make you follow him anywhere.
“O-okay.”
“Good.” He pulls away from your face and stands up with a low grunt.
Megumi reaches out, offering his hand. You hesitate for a moment before placing your soft, delicate hand in his. He pulls you up and guides you around the table until you are standing directly in front of him. His formidable height easily towers over yours.
“You can speak freely when you’re with me,” he says. He raises your hand to his lips, pressing a small peck to your knuckles while his thumb grazes the shiny wedding ring on your finger.
The gesture makes your head spin; you have never been granted this much free will or focused attention. Your brain nearly short-circuits, leaving you unsure of how to react. A soft chuckle escapes Megumi’s throat, breaking you out of your trance.
He lets go of your hand, his fingers trailing down to the band at your waist that holds your kimono together. His eyes lock onto yours, silently seeking consent, which only makes your face flush deeper with nerves.
“I need your words before I continue,” he says softly, his fingers brushing against the fabric of the ribbon.
“You can do as you wish,” you whisper breathlessly, swallowing the lump in your throat.
Megumi smiles, keeping his gaze fixed on yours as his arm snakes around your back to untie the bow. The ribbon slides down, hitting the tatami mats with a soft thud. His other hand reaches up to ease the kimono off your shoulders, revealing the lace of your bra and your smooth, supple skin. Between the cool evening air and the intensity of his gaze, you tremble with anticipation.
You can hear Megumi’s breathing grow heavy as his cool fingertips graze your shoulders. The kimono drops to your feet, revealing the red lace lingerie meant only for his eyes. He takes in every curve and contour of your body as if he is admiring a masterpiece.
He curses under his breath, his hand trailing down your arm to the smooth skin of your stomach. “You look beautiful.”
You gasp, covering your mouth with your hand, stunned by the delicacy with which he treats you and the sincerity of his praise.
As one hand continues to circle the soft pudge of your belly, his other hand catches your wrists, pulling them away from your face and pressing your fingertips against his chest. You feel his heart pounding at an accelerated pace.
“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs. His voice, alluring as he leans in to capture your lips in a deep kiss, his breath tasting of the coffee he finished moments ago.
He lets your hands drop to your side, his grip shifts to your hips, pulling you flush against his body. The kiss intensifies, and you feel his tongue graze your bottom lip, seeking entrance. You give in, opening your mouth slightly at the sensation, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours.
You grip his muscular biceps as he guides you backward. Your heels eventually hit the low bedframe, and Megumi doesn't let up. His kisses trail down the column of your neck, drawing a soft whimper from your throat.
“You taste so good and sound so pretty,” he groans against your collarbone.
“Megumi… should I do something?” you ask unsurely of how to return the worship he is giving you.
He pulls away and begins to strip off his clothes. You quickly turn your head, your cheeks burning hotter with every layer that hits the floor.
“Sit on my face.” He says it so casually, it sounds like a simple greeting.
“W-what? That sounds painful.” you stammer, still keeping your eyes averted from his naked frame. You feel a wave of confusion; your first thought is that he must be some sort of masochist.
“Shit...” He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “You’re that naive.”
You turn to face him, trying your best to keep your gaze level, but your eyes betray you. You steal a glance downward and let out an involuntary squeal when you see his thick cock, the tip slick with pre. Megumi immediately hooks his index and middle fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him. He scans your heated face, admiring your flustered expression.
“Just trust me, alright?” he reassures you.
You nod, searching his eyes for comfort, though the earnestness of his stare only makes you more flustered.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. He lies back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows against the duvet. “You asked if you should do something.” He gestures toward your red lace panties. “Take those off and straddle me.”
“As you wish.” You slowly slide the thin fabric down and climb over him, hovering over his detailed abs of his stomach. You let out a sharp breath when you feel his cock against your back.
“Haah...” he groans, falling back against the pillows. “Now straddle my face. And don’t hover—I want to feel your weight on me.”
You gulp down your protest and begin to crawl toward his face. Looking down, you see his gaze fixed hungrily on your wet cunt, desperate to finally taste you. Despite his instructions, fear of hurting him makes you hesitate, and you continue to hover just above him.
Sensing your disobedience, Megumi takes matters into his own hands. He grips your thighs firmly and pulls you down onto his lips. You moan at the sudden contact.
“Megumi! I’m hurting you, no?” you cry out, trying to pull away, but his grip is unyielding. You look down at his face, your heart filled with worry that you’re causing him pain.
Megumi looks up at you with hooded, annoyed eyes. His calloused hands slide up to your hips, lifting you just enough so his voice is clear.
“I told you to sit on my face, did I not?” His voice is dark, cloaked in a heavy layer of annoyance and aggression.
“Yes, but—I’m scared of hurting you—ahh!” You squeal as he pulls you back down firmly against his mouth. His tongue immediately begins lapping at your damp slit.
He sucks at your clit while his large hands knead the flesh of your ass, forcing you to grind against his face. A deep, muffled groan vibrates against your skin. The newfound sensation is otherworldly; you can't stop yourself from chasing a peak you never knew existed.
“May I... touch you?” you ask, breathless. Not knowing where to put your hands, you keep them pressed to your own chest.
“Mhm... yeah. You’re getting close,” he moans against you. He pulls you even tighter against his mouth, his tongue darting deeper and faster at your entrance. He can feel the way you are beginning to clench around his tongue.
“Nngh! C-close? Close to what?” you whimper. You reach down, combing his dark hair out of his face before gripping the strands at his scalp.
Megumi scoffs, the vibration sending a jolt through you, and he flicks his tongue expertly over your sensitive clit. You squeal as your body begins to shudder. You scream his name, orgasming all over his face as the waves of heat take over. Your breathing slowly reverts back to a normal pace, you look down and see the mess you’ve made.
“You taste so good, pretty girl.” He licks his lips and kisses the inside of your thighs, his eyes dazed with satisfaction as he looks up at you.
“Oh no! I’m sorry! I-I didn’t know I could do that,” you stammer, frantically looking around the room for a towel or a napkin.
He ignores your panic, lifting you by the hips and settling you onto his lap. You feel the leaky tip of his cock press against you, making you jump.
“Don’t go anywhere. We’re not done,” he says, shifting to sit up.
He lifts you slightly with one hand while the other guides his veiny dick to your, already overstimulated, pussy. He looks up and sees the flush on your face—a look he’s come to recognize in the short time you’ve been together. It’s nervousness. Perhaps you’re afraid of not satisfying him, or perhaps you’re just afraid of the pain. Regardless, he squeezes your hip to draw your attention.
“Hey. I told you we’ll take it slow,” he says, his tone changing back to that soothing, comforting low.
You nod, awaiting for the next newfound sensation.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, something that makes you feel incredibly weak in the knees.
He lifts you a bit higher, aligning you perfectly. Then, he slowly begins to lower you onto him. Your tight walls feel as though they are suffocating him.
“F-fuck... so tight,” he moans. He fights the urge to lose self-control and bury his entire length inside you at once. But as he looks up at your face—brow furrowed and features scrunched—he cannot bring himself to do anything that would frighten his inexperienced wife.
Now having him buried deep inside; you couldn't help but squirm, your body attempting to adjust to the overwhelming girth of his dick that's stretching you out.
Megumi grips your hips with bruising force, keeping you in place to prevent you from grinding against him. He wants nothing more than to lose himself completely and see his cum fill you up.
“Are you ready? Please tell me you’re ready,” he begs, his voice thick with a desperate need to finally move within you.
You hide your burning face in the crook of his neck and thread your fingers through his hair. “Y-yes... I’m ready.”
He wastes no time. He lifts your hips and guides you down onto his shaft, slowly at first, but with a steady, punishing rhythm. Needy, meek whimpers escape you, muffled against his neck. The wet shlick, shlick, shlick of your bodies meeting and your moans in his ear is making his composure fracture.
“You’re taking—shit—taking me so well,” he whines. “Baby, let me go faster.”
“Faster? Mmph! Is this n-not fast enough?” you stutter, your mind spinning as his thick length fills you completely.
“I can be so much faster. It’ll feel good,” he pleads, desperate for the friction.
“O-okay—”
Megumi doesn’t even let you finish. His hips begin bashing into yours relentlessly. His cock pulsates inside you, and the escalated pace makes it impossible for you to think.
“So fucking good for me,” he groans into your ear. He delivers a sharp slap to your ass, causing you to bounce and reflexively clench even tighter around him.
Your eyes roll back as he slides a hand up to your chest, squeezing your plush breast firmly. His words fading out by the staggering sensation and the penetration of his cock deep inside your velvet walls.
You find yourself dazed, a soft trail of drool escaping onto his broad shoulder as the intense stimulation of your pussy reaches a breaking point.
He feels you start to grind on him of your own accord, a clear sign that you are on the brink.
“C’mon, baby... cum for me,” he coos, kissing a trail down your shoulder and neck, occasionally nipping at the sensitive skin. He can feel himself reaching his limit, his balls eager to release his seed. You cling to him, holding him like a lifeline.
You both reach the peak, your orgasm hits like a punch in the gut, and you feel the warmth of him filling you to the brim, mixed cum leaking out as you try to relax your breathing.
“Shh, shh... it’s okay.” he whispers, pulling away from your breast to wrap around your waist. He holds you tightly, keeping you still against him even as his cock continues to throb inside you, still partially hard.
Using the last of your strength, you pull back to look down at him. Megumi bites his bottom lip, stifling a moan as you shift. You are surprised to see he still has so much energy; from the predatory grin on his face, you know he is about to ask for something you aren't sure you can handle.
“You feel too good,” he says. His hand trails down between your bodies, his fingers beginning to circle your clit. “I need to fill you up one more time... just to make sure it takes.”
You hide your face again, overwhelmed and overstimulated, but the way he treats you—the way he praises you for taking him so well—leaves you unable to deify him.
Pairing.ᐟ: husband M. Fushiguro x housewife reader .ᐟ
Tags.ᐟ: curse au, fluff, cursing, L-bomb, smut with plot, top!megumi, a bit of self doubt megumi, sub!reader, afab!reader, breeding, aphrodisiac, missionary, proofread.
Synopsis.ᐟ: Megumi returns home from a mission under the influence of aphrodisiac. Overwhelmed by the drug's effects and aware of your desire to have babies, he initiates passionate, unprotected intimacy with the intent of conceiving a child.
Megumi married you right after high school.
The two of you had been dating since the middle of your first year at Jujutsu High. He had been badly injured and you, working under Ms. Shoko to master your Reverse Cursed Technique, were the only one in the infirmary that day. You were understandably intimidated by the severity of his wounds, but his beautiful green eyes remained calm, as if this were a common occurrence.
“Where’s Ms. Shoko?” he asked, leaning on the doorframe. Blood dripped from his forehead and seeped through his gym attire.
You quickly ran to his side and offered a hand, which he took weakly as you guided him toward the medical bed. As you set up your tools, you mentally rehearsed Shoko’s procedures, panicking at the thought of messing up your very first patient.
“Hey,” his voice cut through your trance.
“Y-yes?” you replied softly, trying to steady your breathing. You looked more rattled than he did.
“Take your time. It’s obvious that you’re nervous, and I would rather not walk out of here looking worse than I did coming in.”
You smiled, finding comfort in the fact that he could joke while bleeding out.
“You’re right.” Your hands stopped shaking as you focused on your technique.
He laid back languidly, trying to find a comfortable position on the cold sheets. You hovered your hand over the zipper of his jacket.
“May I…” you trailed off, unsure of what to call him.
“Fushiguro.”
“Oh! May I, Fushiguro?”
He nodded, allowing you to unzip the jacket so you could finish the healing process. The procedure went perfectly. While your technique did most of the heavy lifting, you were able to talk to him and properly introduce yourself.
After that day, he realized he had found someone who didn't buzz in his ear like his classmates or leave him smelling of cigarettes after a patch-up. Megumi grew to love your opinions and the way your voice alone made him feel safe and warm.
It was winter, and most of the students had plans for the upcoming break.
You stayed in your dorm to study ways to activate your cursed technique faster for emergencies. Just as you were getting comfortable in bed, you received a text from Megumi.
(Fushiguro): What are you doing?
(You): Reading. Need something?
(Fushiguro): Hmm. No, I don’t need anything. I only asked because everyone else is going to watch a movie, and I was only going to go if you went.
(You): Well, I mean, you can come over and hang out with me.
(Fushiguro): Sounds perfect.
From that day forward, you and Megumi spent your time together, sometimes in silence and sometimes in quiet conversation about school. Eventually, those moments turned into hangouts outside of the dorms, until he finally asked you if he could be your boyfriend.
The relationship remained private until the night of your high school graduation, when he led you out onto a moonlit beach. His hand gripped yours firmly as he guided you toward a secluded spot.
“Megumi! Where are we—” Your words were cut short when he pressed his lips to your knuckles, his fingers still intertwined with yours. He looked down at you, simply taking you in. No words were spoken; there was only the sound of soft breathing and the distant rush of waves.
“I love you,” he spoke, his voice softer than you had ever heard it.
“Aww, I love you too.”
He let go of your hand and dropped to one knee. You stepped back, covering your mouth in shock.
“I-i’ve never done this before, but…” He looked away, his face flushing and his ears turning a deep red. “I want to spend the rest of my life with the person I truly love.”
“Megumi…” You were lost for words.
He turned back to you, his expression full of determination. “Shit… don’t look at me like that,” he muttered, pulling a small box from his pocket.
“Sorry, sorry,” you whispered, fidgeting with your fingers.
He cleared his throat and opened the box, revealing a stunning ring that caught the moonlight. “Will you marry me?”
You dropped to the sand and threw your arms around his neck. “Yes! A billion times, yes!” you squealed.
Suddenly, your classmates rushed out to congratulate you both. The wedding that followed was breathtaking; there wasn't a dry eye in the crowd. But the guests were the last thing on your mind. All you could see was Megumi standing at the end of the aisle. He had always been stoic, but the moment he saw you, his face broke into the widest smile you had ever seen. You wished that moment would never end.
The honeymoon phase never truly faded, even after six years of marriage. He wasn’t always home because of his missions, but whenever he returned, he was deeply affectionate. It didn’t always require a grand date or expensive gifts; his presence alone was always enough for you.
Like today, he has the day off and is able to spend it with you—his lovely wife.
He lies in bed reading a book about animals, a subject that has fascinated him ever since he faced an animal-based curse. You cuddle up to his bare chest, his arm wrapped around your waist over your nightgown. You have your phone in hand, scrolling through social media.
“Aww, look how cute he is,” you say, pointing at the screen so Megumi can see.
The video shows a baby crawling toward the camera while a woman’s voice coos behind the lens, encouraging him to dance. The baby obliges, squatting up and down in that signature toddler rhythm.
“Mhm. Are you trying to tell me something?” he asks, patting gently on your hip, picking up on the fact that you’ve shown him a baby video every ten minutes.
“What? N-no!” You giggle, trying to brush off the comment.
He hums, taking a mental note of your blatant baby fever. He keeps it to himself, waiting until you feel comfortable enough to bring it up seriously.
“You would be a great mother,” he says softly. He places a bookmark in his book and sets it on the nightstand, giving you his full attention as he pulls you tighter into his embrace.
“Aw, really?” you ask bashfully.
“Yeah.” He kisses your cheek, then trails his lips to yours. “You’re sweet, loving, and thoughtful. Your soft features will look beautiful on our child,” he says, pulling away slightly between each affirmation.
“Gosh, don’t forget about your striking features, too,” you say, setting your phone down on the bed to cup his cheek.
The moment is interrupted by an aggressive buzz—the specific vibration that means a Special Grade curse needs to be exorcised.
“Of course,” he sighs. He gets out of bed, his scarred, toned back on display as he grabs his phone from the charger. You crawl to the edge of the bed and kneel there, watching him head into your shared closet to change.
“Sweetie, honey... I thought you said they wouldn't need to call you today.”
“Must be a tough bastard,” he grumbles, clearly annoyed that his time with you is over.
“Just stay safe,” you say with a smile.
“And if I don't,” he says, fixing his jacket and walking over to kiss your forehead, “you'll be here to patch me up?”
“Yes. Of course, like always,” you stand up to straighten his collar.
He smiles before slipping into his shadows—his fastest way to travel. You take this opportunity to get everything ready for his return.
Hours pass. You have everything ready for when he comes home: prepped Oyakodon—his favorite—scents waiting by the tub, pajamas laid out on the dresser, and the coffee table draped in various ointments and medicines in case he is too weak to reach the bedroom.
The wait is starting to get to you. You haven't heard from him since he left at noon, and it is now eleven at night. You pace around the kitchen, hoping to calm your racing nerves. This is a normal occurrence, but that doesn't mean you are accustomed to it. You love that he protects the world from curses, but sometimes the worry is overwhelming.
As you finish your umpteenth lap around the house, he emerges from the shadows near the door.
“Megumi! Oh, I’m so glad you’re—”
“F-fuck…” he groans before falling to his knees.
You quickly grab bandages from the coffee table and rush to him to check for wounds. To the naked eye, there are no injuries. In fact, he looks as clean as when he left, which would be a relief if his face wasn't flushed deep red and he wasn't shuddering as if he were freezing.
“I-I…” he stammers.
“Take it slow, baby.” You drop the wraps and cup his cheeks, trying to steady his heavy breathing and pounding heart.
“I need you.” He finally makes eye contact, but his pupils are dilated, filled with an intense hunger.
“Me? What do you need—Megumi!” You squeal as he hoists you up like a sack of potatoes and carries you toward the bedroom.
He drops you onto the bed and quickly climbs over you, kissing you deeply and leaving you no room to process anything but the sensation. You don't just feel love; you feel a palpable wave of lust. You can practically taste the aphrodisiac on his tongue.
You push against his broad shoulders, breaking the kiss. He doesn't stop his advances, however; he trails kisses down your jawline and reaches under your nightgown, his hand finding your smooth skin.
“Mmph! Baby, wait… you’re under a drug,” you protest, trying to snap him out of the haze, but it does nothing. The effects must have only recently taken hold.
“Mhm… P-please help me,” he whines, a sound so uncharacteristic it catches you off guard. “I need to feel you around me.”
Sex with Megumi is usually slow and passionate. He is typically very vanilla, and you enjoy every moment of it, but the way he looks at you behind his long, dark eyelashes tells you this won't be a normal session.
You have never seen him act so haphazardly. He stands up, striping off his clothes, tossing them onto the floor until he is left only in his black boxers. His print is distinctive, prominent against the fabric. As you reach toward the nightstand drawer, he suddenly yanks your ankles, pulling you down to the edge of the bed.
“We won’t need a condom tonight,” he states. His voice is deep and husky, sending a wave of nerves through you.
“H-huh?”
He kneels on the floor, pulling your thighs around his head until all you can see is his unruly, black hair.
“I said,” he murmurs, kissing your inner thigh, “we won’t need one tonight.”
“Are you sure? The drug will wear off with intercourse. It doesn’t need to be unprotect—aahh!” You moan as you feel his teeth graze your inner thigh.
“Don’t you want that?” His voice has never sounded so raw. He never speaks to you like this, and you can't lie—it’s incredibly arousing.
“Megumi, you’re not in your right mind,” you say, combing his hair back so he is forced to look at you.
“I know what you want. You’ve been practically begging for it,” he says, making you gasp.
“Megumi, honey... are you sure?” You search his eyes for any sign of hesitation, but all you find is burning lust.
“Even if this damn drug wasn’t in my system, I know you’ve dreamt of having a baby.” He pushes your damp panties aside to press a soft kiss against you. “I’m willing to make that happen right now.”
You nod sheepishly as he stands up, releasing himself from the restraint of his boxers. The sight of him never fails to make you admire him—thick, heavy, and already leaking with precum. For the first time, you’ll be feeling the real thing without the usual rubbery barrier.
“Take off your clothes before I tear them off,” he commands. You shudder, but you reluctantly do as you're told, pulling off your nightgown and tossing it onto the pile of his discarded clothes. His aggression makes your pussy throb with need, and as you sit up to slide off your panties, the dampness at the center is unmistakable.
You must be taking too long for his liking, because as you slide your underwear down he finishes the job himself.
He climbs back on top of you, hiking one of your legs up. He slaps the tip of his cock against your entrance, the wet pap pap pap sound filling the quiet room.
“You're going to take me so well, baby.” he growls. He lines himself up and pushes into your yielding cunt. You can already feel his slickness, which draws a lewd moan from your throat.
Without warning, he drives deep in you. His hips press firmly against yours, his eyes locking onto the slight, soft bulge of your lower belly with every thrust.
“Shitttt, you’re so warm and tight. Why haven't we done this before?” he groans into your ear, his hands moving to possessively grip the flesh of your chest. You can’t find the words to answer; you're too dazed by the pleasure washing over you with every heavy press. The raw words he whispers and the moist squelching sounds of his movements only make the intensity skyrocket. When you don't respond, he pulls nearly all the way out before slamming back in, making you cry out.
“Ahhh—Megumi!” you gasp, gripping his strong back. The cool metal of your wedding ring presses into his skin, making him grunt.
His thrusts grow quicker and more frantic. With how much moisture pools beneath you, it’s a wonder that he's still so hard inside of your clenching, sensitive walls.
“I’m close—fuck—gonna fill you up,” he says, crashing his lips against yours. Your mouth falls open, allowing him to deepen the kiss and taste you fully. He pulls away just enough to murmur, “Make sure it takes.”
He circles your clit with his thumb, causing you to squeal and clench impossibly tighter around him. His tip presses against your cervix, and the bed frame thumps rhythmically against the wall—definitely alerting the neighbors, if your moans hadn’t already.
“T-tightening so much around me.” he moans, his thumb moving faster. “Cum for me baby.”
You don’t hesitate. Your orgasm hits, and your nails scratch against his back for support as he continues to drive into you. He doesn't stop; your body spasms around him, which only makes him pump all his seed in your womb faster.
“Megumi!” you whimper. Your hands fall to the sheets, too weak to hold him as you squeeze your eyes shut.
Slowly, as you come down from your high, his pace shifts, reverting to his usual, steady rhythm.
“Honey?” you whisper, fluttering your eyes open to find him looking down at you.
“Will I... will I be a good father?” He stops moving, letting himself rest inside you.
You can tell the aphrodisiac has worn off, but it has been replaced by something you hate to see on your husband’s face: fear.
“Megumi, sweetheart,” you coo, raising a hand to the back of his head and pulling him down to the crook of your neck. You stroke his hair soothingly. “You will be a wonderful dad.”
He kisses your shoulder, letting your leg fall limp against the mattress as wraps his arms around your waist.
“As long as I have you by my side, right?” he whispers, a soft, genuine smile forming on his lips.
“Yes. Of course, like always.”
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Author's Note.ᐟ: I was thinking about this on some random day and I had to write it! Honorable tag: alebrasil0101 .ᐟ
𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: fingering, praise kink, nicknames, orgasm control, minimal plot, talking through it, sexual content , lmk if i forgot any!
✐mentions of character turning red is not meant to be taken literally!
𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1203
yuji and you were just best friends, although to everyone else you guys looked like friends with benefits. why? you two basically acted like you were dating, did everything together, even kissed a few times, but still it was always. "no guys me and yuji are just really close friends, i promise thats all!" all you guys were really missing was sex. well, kind of…?
“it won’t be that long okay, trust me. it’ll go by in a flash!” yuji cupped your face and connected his forehead to yours. he was always so gentle and patient with you. you’d never met a man quite like him. “yuu it’s two weeks, thats the longest we’ve gone without each other yknow” you were pouting, its the face he always gives in to. “y/n i can’t miss this im sorry, its for an important mission they need me at”
“okay fine, do you at least promise to facetime every night?” you knew you sounded like a clingy girlfriend, but he was just as clingy. “yes love, of course” he was so loving with you that you really don’t know why you two weren’t official. well you didn’t want that to be up to you.
after yuji left everything felt sad and empty, it’s like he was the the only life around this place. him leaving created a pretty big void in your heart and even your soul. but you swore to him you would get through this, and one thing he loved about you is that you sure as shit weren’t weak.
one week had passed by. you made it half way there! and just like he promised, you guys facetimed every night. this realization definitely brought up your mood but also made you miss him more. so you decided to facetime him, i mean it was that time at night you two always called anyway, whats a couple minutes sooner?
"hey yuu, hows it going?"
"well everything has gone pretty good and we should make it back on time."
"thats great!"
you both talked for two hours straight about everything you possibly could. it was already 12am, yuji should be asleep now since he has to be up early for his mission. but you doubt he would be going to sleep anytime soon. i mean, you two were pretty busy.
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"just like that baby, spread a little wider for me" yuji was sitting on a chair in his hotel room, camera on, looking at you, and slowly stroking his length. you on the other hand, had positioned your phone close to you but far enough where you could see yourself sprawled out on the edge of the bed with your legs spread apart. you were slowly rubbing your excessively wet clit where every sound of your slick could be heard on the other end. you were sat up with your head thrown back and perfect sounds coming out of your wide open mouth. yuji found all of the noises you made beautiful, like a harmony he wanted to record and listen to whenever he wanted to. luckily you lived alone so no matter how loud you moaned, nobody could be disturbed.
"look at me y/n, i want you to look at the phone" he loved seeing the face you made, it was almost his favorite thing. when you lifted your head up and looked at him through the screen you only got wetter. seeing him looking at you like that while he so sensually beat his cock. you almost came on the spot. you never knew yuji was so big, perfect width and oh so perfect length. god how you wish you could put his cock in you and ride him till the sun came up right this minute. your cheeks only got redder and sweat began to pile on you, you were glowing as the moonlight hit you through the window.
"you look so perfect y/n. thats it, just keep looking at me baby" this only riled you up more. you loved when he praised you. it made you feel like the most perfect being on this planet. "now slowly put a finger inside y/n. show me how good you can make yourself feel." on his command you slowly led your fingers down to your pulsing hole where you then slowly slid in your finger and slowly slid out again. the squelching sounds only got louder and more intense. your juices dripping down onto the matress. your loud whines turned into blaring moans. "go a little faster y/n, fuck you're doing so good for me sweet girl" you could hear as his strokes got faster and breaths got heavier.
you started going faster and curling your fingers, just wondering how good it would feel if they were his fingers instead, or maybe his huge length. just drilling in and out of you faster and faster, all while he groaned and praised you for how good you were being, how you were such a good girl, his good girl.
as your thoughts kept running you could feel as a knot formed inside of you almost ready to come out. your moans became more consistent and your fingers were now thrusting in and out of you with sounds just as loud as you. your back began arching and you threw your head back. you felt close to your climax.
"don't cum yet princess, i want you to wait till i'm close so we can come together. can you do that for me baby?" how could you not? how could you not listen to everything he says to you, obey his every word? with the way he says it? how could you not listen to your sweet boy? you'd do anything for him.
"y-yes, but please, i can't hold much longe- aah"
"you have to baby, be a good girl for me and wait till i tell you to cum, good girls get rewarded" fuck that only brought you closer, god how much longer did you have to wait?
"o-okay, i'll be your g-good girl yuu" without even realizing it you sent him over the edge. he's always loved that nickname, but he never knew the power it held on him till now. that was it for him. he was about to cum from your pretty little voice and from the way you just used his name.
"fuck y/n mmh, cum for me now princess" he didn't have to say another word before you let out a loud whine and your release flowed out of you. you were left panting in seconds and so was he. he let out such a beautiful groan when he came, that you couldn't wait to have him in person all so you could make him groan like that many times over.
"so whats my reward, yuu? you hadn't even caught your breath yet and already started messing with him.
you could see as sweat dripped down from his forehead onto his lean abs and how his cum trickled down his dick. fuck you wanted so badly to lick that up and fuck him all over again.
"guess you'll find out when i get back princess"
all characters aged up 18+
first drabble! comments and reblogs are highly appreciated 🥹
warnings: smut, fluff, mentions of blood, dirty talk, mentions of violence,
boxer!megumi: who looks for you immediately after every match. he’s known to be ruthless and scary but the second his eyes find you his expression becomes soft. and every time he wins a match he dedicates it to you, announcing to all who watch that you are his one and only. that he can't live without you and you are the sole reason for his achievements. that you are his world.
boxer!megumi: never has time for anything else, not even himself but still makes time for you. taking you out on dates and spoiling you rotten. whatever you want you don't ever have to ask him because he gets it for you the second you show interest. every month he gets you your favorite flowers and a basket of all your favorite things and color. you never know when he'll surprise you because he does it at random, with no special occasion.
boxer!megumi: who will knock any guy out that touches you. being in this sport definitely makes him like a guard dog for you. he is so gentle and soft with you but so violent and protective of you. you've always wondered how a person surrounded by so much aggressiveness could yet be so tender. he protects you with his life and has even gotten stabbed for you. not that he minds because he would even take a bullet for you. you even think to some extent he would kill for you. you can't help but see how much he loves you and just love him back tenfold.
boxer!megumi: that isn't good at expressing his feelings so he shows it to you in bed. its the one time he isn't gentle with you but you love the roughness. he isn't very vocal during sex but loves when you're vocal. he loves every sound you make and when you beg for every bit of him. he loves when you tell him to ruin you and whine that you want him so bad. and everytime you use any name, oh how he loves those nicknames. 'gumi' is his favorite and he can't help but cum every time you use it so dirty.
boxer!megumi: who lets our such nice groans every time you ride him so nicely. but he can't help from always taking the lead. you love when he is always so commanding in bed and luckily he has a natural tendency of being dominant. the way he hooks onto your hips and moves you so passionately. the way he pins you against the wall when you are in the shower. he carries you with both hands and always thrusts into you so good. how he forces your legs open and spreads them wider and wider where you feel every inch of him stuffing you. how yet he always listens to you when you beg him to fill you up with all his cum. then he pushes all his load back in with his fingers making you suck them right after.
boxer!megumi: that refuses to strongly touch you even when you ask him to be rougher. but will spit in your mouth while you sob his name. who smacks and grabs your ass so smoothly when he has you arched so perfectly for him. then at times pulls your hair and drags you up where he can grab your neck from the front. where you look so fucked out as drool drips down your laid back head. he can't help but admire every beautiful melody that comes out of that gorgeous mouth of yours.
boxer!megumi: who loves you to death and can't wait to ask you to marry him. who wants you to have his kids and give you the life you want. who would die for you and sacrifice everything and anything in his life to give you what you want. who will never leave your side and vows to protect you till his last breath. who fucks you so good after your wedding. who for the first time is so vocal during sex. telling you to carry his kids and take every bit of him. telling you how good you feel. telling you that you're such a good girl, his good girl always. asking you to tell him how good he fucks you. asking you to scream his name and let the world know who you belong to. asking you to take every single one of his loads till you are all full of him.
boxer!megumi: that always wins but finishes with bruises and blood all over him. how he hates when you touch him like that because he doesn't want you to get dirty. how he hates when you see him too badly beaten up and doesn't like you seeing him like that. but at the end of the day lets you heal him and loves how much you care about him. megumi fushiguro, who can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you.
all characters aged up 18+
first headcanon! hope you guys enjoy, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated 🥹
creds to @ huraxy-dividers and @ cursed-carmine for beautiful dividers!
