it’s just past 2am when the bedroom door creaks open.
you stir first. you don’t even sit up, just blink at the shadow in the doorway. the shadow is small and chubby, clutching a frog plushie to his chest.
“gumi?” you whisper. “what is it, baby?”
he doesn’t say anything. just stands there in his too-big froggie pajamas, silent.
you sit up.
that’s when he toddles over. silently with quick little steps and climbs straight into the bed, right between you and toji. gumi wedges himself into the sheets like he’s done it a thousand times (he has).
you gather him close instinctively. his cheeks are warm and his long lashes are damp,
“bad dweam,” he mumbles.
your heart breaks into a million tiny pieces. “oh, baby.”
“was big an’ loud an’ - an’ it chased me,” he sniffles.
“fwoggie twied t’fight it but he don’t got arms.”
you nod solemnly. “poor froggie. so brave.”
“he twied,” megumi insists, serious as death. “but it was too monsty.”
he sniffles again. then hiccups.
you pat gumi’s back. he’s curling into a tighter and tighter ball, sock hanging off one foot, toes cold against your thigh.
“what happened to your other sock?” you ask, gently.
megumi lifts his head. considers this. looks at froggie. then solemnly whispers: “he eated it.”
toji, who was pretending to be asleep, snorts into his pillow.
you don’t even correct him. just nod very seriously. “we’ll deal with that tomorrow.”
then gumi wiggles around like a franticworm until he’s planted directly on top of toji’s chest.
he’s sprawled out like a starfish. plump cheek smushed against toji’s rough skin. froggie clutched in one hand, the other splayed out like he’s claiming territory.
toji lets out the heaviest sigh.
“he’s a parasite,” he mutters. “a chonky parasite.”
but one big hand still rises to cup the back of megumi’s head.
megumi lets out the tiniest little hum of satisfaction. already drifting off again.
your boyfriend always gets flustered when you kiss his neck
megumi is incredibly touch deprived, especially so around his neck and throat.
obviously, you love using that fact to your advantage.
and as much as he protests that he hates it, he and you both know that he loves it.
the other night, you two were laying in his bed as he went on a nerdy rant about pokemon. his arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, your head resting against his chest.
despite how much you love hearing him talk about subjects he was passionate about, you were growing a little bored of his chatter and decided to tease him a little.
you tilted your head up, pressing soft, slow kisses to the side of his neck, and the sensitive spots around his ear.
“so it’s- ah.. i mean, th-the water types and fire types- uh..” megumi stammers quietly, entire train of thought completely wrecked.
he feels you grin against his skin, amused with yourself. “quit it.” he mumbles.
you hum, innocently glancing up at him. “mm, sorry. what were you saying?” you ask, smiling sweetly.
“you don’t care.” he grumbles, not looking at you.
“don’t say that.” you lower your head to his neck again, gently mouthing at his soft skin.
he releases a soft, shaky breath, voice low and controlled. “… if you wanted me to pay attention to you, you coulda just said.”
you don’t reply, continuing to gently suck at his neck, trailing down to his collarbone. he shivers, bringing a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there.
“feels good.” he murmurs, voice a low vibration in your ear.
you just smile, satisfied in knowing that your boyfriend would melt for you at such an easy touch.
overstimulating megumi because he keeps asking for it ୨୧ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader ୨୧ saw a video once...it was hot
you have been pleasuring megumi for hours. he randomly came up to you, needy and whiny, asking you to help him out.
and you did.
you hold the vibrator against his length, watching his tip grow red as precum spills out. megumi squirms all over the place, but never pulls away from the wand.
you're shocked that he's still hard after everything. you gave him the best blowjob of his life, then gave him the trusty handjob, when that didn't help you moved onto the vibrator.
he's cum so many times, yet he's still so hard and whiny. you're not complaining though.
the vibrator feels electric on his cock, it vibrates on him perfectly, making him let out pathetic whines. sweat rolls down his temples as he breathes harshly from the sensitivity he's feeling.
it almost hurts. the delicious type of pain that makes you want more.
you lean down, licking the precum that's leaking from his burning tip. he lets out a whiny moan, gripping your hair harshly as he rubs his tip against your tongue. he tastes so good and you can't help but give a small suck to his tip.
he nearly shoots cum in your mouth. "oh, fuck! don't do that! gonna make me cum."
you laugh at him. "isn't that the goal, pretty boy?"
he doesn't say anything. his chest heaves as he feels his high coming. he tightens his grip on your hair and pushes you closer to his tip. you're still holding the vibrator against his length.
"suck, please!" he whines, whimpers, and cries out. you listen to him, never ignoring his beautiful pleas. you lick his tip softly before sucking his tip harshly. his hips lift off the bed as he cums in your mouth.
he cries out in pleasure, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth, fucking your mouth sloppily.
when he pulls out his eyes are dazed. he pants, slumping against the headboard of the bed. he sighs softly.
your boyfriend had been bulking for the last few weeks, and it was beginning to show. he was becoming distractingly sexy.
megumi had always been on the skinnier side. those tall scrawny arms hanging from his torso, thin calves that looked easy to snap in half. it wasn’t that he wasn’t strong, though. megumi had always been fit - which had been proved a million times from the way he manhandled you in bed - but now it was on another level. he actually had muscle mass. even a bit of fat tissue.
you couldn’t help but stare every time you had the chance.
megumi brushing his teeth in the bathroom in the morning, black hair still messy, shorts hanging loose on his waist. back muscles accentuating under the yellow light, biceps and triceps clenching sharply as he moved. like a greek god being carved.
megumi padding across the living room, leaning down to pet his demon dog that lazily flapped its tail in satisfaction. his shirt strained against his back, bulges of muscle peeking through the fabric. nearly asking you to stare.
megumi putting on his shoes.
megumi making breakfast.
megumi doing literally fucking anything.
your favorite part was his growing pecs. as if he was swolling with feminine fertility, even though you knew it was simply the increased calories and weight training that was filling him up.
when you rode megumi, hips desperately grinding on his cock, you wasn’t sure whether to stare at his tits and abs or those sharp dark eyes that pierced through you. both sights made you equally coat his shaft with a white rim, so it didn’t really matter anyway.
oh, and his arms. those damn forearms, where the pale skin was just barely hiding the thick veins underneath.
especially when his large hands gripped your hips, megumi’s veins bulged through, pumping arousal and blood all across his body. he began to piston his cock up into you, making you nearly cry.
“‘gumiiiii-“ you moaned, hands frantically trying to grip something on his body to hold onto. to bear the pleasure he was giving you.
megumi was holding back moans as well, with the way his jaw was nearly snapping from the force his teeth were gritted together with.
“f-fuck- i’m cumming- s-shit-“ were the only words he managed to grunt out before forcing his cock deep, filling your tight hole up.
warm ropes of cum painted you from the inside, the seed spilling from your pussy over to megumi’s pelvis, coating the sharp v line and the ridges of his lower abs. almost draining all the way to his navel.
hell. it was a fucking sin to have such a sexy boyfriend.
pairing: jjk men x f!reader | Gojo, Nanami, Itadori, Megumi, Toji, Sukuna
synopsis: his reaction when you tell him you're leaving/going back home when he thought you were sleeping over! although the sukuna one is a bit different (this was inspired by that one tiktok trend!)
cw: minor cussing (just once), petnames, fluff, pre-established relationship for all except Sukuna, heian era Sukuna, not historically accurate in any way lol
wc: around 700-900 each
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જ⁀➴ Satoru Gojo .ᐟ
You and your boyfriend were lying on the ridiculously large and comfortable couch of his living room. You were sat up with your cheek in your hand, elbow propped on the armrest, while Satoru lay down. He was currently using your lap as his pillow— as he so often did. Your hand played with his hair, twirling the tips of it between your fingers.
You had insisted on putting a romcom on, which he wasn’t too eager about, admittedly. But it wasn’t like he was complaining about it. He simply remained silent, too unbothered to hide his disinterest.
And frankly? You hated it. You almost wish he’d whine your ear off about your bad taste in movies rather than just being indifferent. Because it made you feel as if he couldn’t care less whether you were here with him or not.
That’s when an idea popped into your head. The words spilled out of your mouth before you could think them over.
“It’s getting late, I think I should go back now.” you nudge his head lightly in the same way you usually did when you needed to get up to grab some water or use the bathroom, signaling for him to get off your lap.
Refusing to lift off of you, he remains silent for a moment, before slowly turning his head to look up at you. “What?”
“I said it’s getting late.” you repeat, holding back from smiling as you were already starting to find this amusing. You point to the window. “I want to get back home before it’s completely dark out.”
“And why would you want to go back home…? I don’t understand.” he frowns.
You furrow your eyebrows as well, mimicking him for the sake of playing along. “Why would I stay?”
“Because I want you to? I thought you were spending the night like usual.” He sits up, the blanket previously draped over him pooling at his waist, and folds one knee up to rest his arm against it as he looks back at you.
Now that he’s finally off of you, you seize the opportunity and stand on your two feet. You glance around the room, as if looking to gather your things to leave. Man, you were really selling it. “No, not tonight.”
“Why?” He immediately stands up. Walking over to you, he blocks your path, all 6’3 feet of him towering over you. “... is it because I wasn’t paying attention to the movie?” his voice grows quieter.
You scowl at him and fold your arms over your chest, even though you wanted to burst out laughing. You had a part to play after all.
“I’m sorry, okay? It’s not my fault I don’t like corny movies like that.” He shrugs, putting his hands on his hips. His gaze drops to the carpet beneath your feet. “Besides, it’s kinda hard to pay attention when you’re touching my hair like that…” his voice trails off.
“Well that’s a heartfelt apology if I’ve ever heard one.” you roll your eyes back.
He groans and rakes a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I mean it.” the tall blue-eyed man sighs. “Don’t go, please?” he finally lifts his gaze off the ground to look at you. Satoru gives you his signature pleading look, accompanied with a playful wink. “I promise I’ll be super-duper focused this time.” he leans down so both of your faces meet.
You let out a sigh and look away, completely ignoring the fact his lips were just a breath away from yours. You pretend to give it some thought for a couple of seconds.
“Alright, fine.”
His lips meet yours in a quick peck, and his arms encircle you as he lifts you up, throwing you over his shoulder.
“Satoru! Unhand me—”
“Can’t, sorry. Don’t want you running away from me.” he shakes his head, patting the back of your thighs gently.
“I already said I wasn’t going anywhere!” you squirm in his grasp.
“Better safe than sorry though, yeah?” he chuckles, making his way back to the plush sofa in the center of his living room.
“You can be so annoying sometimes, you know that?”
“Mhm, I love you too baby.”
જ⁀➴ Kento Nanami .ᐟ
You played with your necklace as you let your eyes sweep over Kento’s familiar apartment. The kitchen where you had made meals together, the corner where you forced him to dance to jazz music with you, and the front door where you’d shared as many kisses as goodbyes.
Your boyfriend had excused himself for a moment and left you alone at the kitchen counter where you were previously chatting and enjoying a drink after coming back from your nice dinner date.
Knowing the routine the both of you shared by now, he was probably going to come back with a spare set of clothes for you to change into and sleep in.
And you curse yourself for the mischievous idea that squeezed itself into your brain. Perhaps you were feeling playful because of that dizzying kiss you shared earlier. Or maybe it was just the drinks. Either way, you were set on teasing him.
So, you quickly stand up from the stool and grab your bag. Kento comes back before you can make your way to the coat hanger at the entrance, however.
You hear the pause in his footsteps and turn around to face him.
And just like you’d assumed, he had a fresh change of clothes in one hand, and the makeup removing wipes you kept at his place in the other. His gaze stays stoic, although you’re sure it doesn’t reflect what’s going through his mind.
“You’re leaving?” He speaks in his usual steady tone.
You clear your throat and avoid his piercing gaze. “Yeah, it’s getting pretty late.”
He puts the clothes and makeup wipes down on the counter. “... I assumed you’d be staying the night.”
“Oh, no. Not this time.” you readjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder.
“And why is that?” he lifts one of his eyebrows
“I don’t know… I’m tired.” you blurt out. You should’ve thought this through more thoroughly, clearly.
A confused expression makes its way onto his face. “You’re tired, so you want to go out of your way to go back home instead of just spending the night here?”
You shrug and let your eyes trail away from him.
He takes a couple steps forward until he reaches you. “Did I do something wrong? Is that why you want to leave so urgently?” he searches for your gaze.
But you’re determined to keep playing along, and don’t even spare him a glance.
At your silence, he sighs. “… At least let me drive you home. It’s not safe for you to be out this late. Especially alone.” he suggests, but he’s already walking past you.
He grabs his car keys and slips them in his pocket before reaching for his coat.
You quickly turn on your heels and reach him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. “I’m not going anywhere Kento.”
He halts his movements and looks back at you over his shoulder. “... What?”
“I don’t actually want to leave.” you look up at him, your chin resting against his back. “Just wanted to see how you’d react.”
He lets out a heavy sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose.
You let go of him so he can take his coat off. He hangs his keys back up and turns around.
“Don’t do that again.” he runs a hand through his blonde hair, the motion making some strands fall against his forehead. “I thought I upset you, or made you uncomfortable in some way.”
“Sorry, you know I like to keep you on your toes.” you chuckle and reach a hand out to grab his. Despite his frustration, his hand finds yours almost instantly, as if it was second nature to him. His large and steady palm encircles your smaller hand, thumb tracing circles against the back of it.
“There’s that, and those few glasses you had earlier which I definitely shouldn’t have indulged you in.” he grumbles and lets himself be pulled forward by you.
You giggle in response, unintentionally proving his point. “Not my fault you can’t say no to me.” your free hand finds his firm shoulder and you start swaying side to side while humming a soft tune the both of you liked.
He lets out a huff and shakes his head before a small smile breaks out on his face. He follows your clumsy lead and moves in sync with you. Kento speaks up again, his voice softer now. “You’re right. It’s not your fault you’re so charming.”
જ⁀➴ Yuji Itadori .ᐟ
You scrolled on your phone mindlessly, letting out the occasional laugh at a funny video. You’d been doing so for the past hour and a half now, while Yuji flipped through his comic book, deeply enamored in the story.
The both of you were lounging on his bed. Him sat up against the headboard, plush pillow supporting his back, while you were more slouched against him, head carefully caged in between his bicep and chest while he held up his book.
That’s when you fell upon the video. The one where you saw a girl in a similar situation as the one you were in right now, pulling a prank on her boyfriend. The prank consisted of her pretending she was leaving, just to see her boyfriend’s reaction. Luckily for you, you were wearing your earphones, and Yuji was far too focused on his reading to sense the imminent mischief coming his way.
Unable to stop yourself, you turn your phone off and lift his elbow to free yourself from his grasp.
“‘Kay I’m gonna go now.” you scoot yourself off his bed and stretch your arms once you’re back on your feet.
He closes his book and lets it fall on his stomach. “Huh?”
You chuckle at his cluelessness. “I said I’m leaving, Yuji. I wanna go to sleep.”
He sits up. “So sleep here.” the pink haired boy states simply, as if it was the obvious answer.
“... I wanna sleep in my room though.” you put a hand on your hip.
“What’s wrong with my room?” he stands up and steps closer to you, completely invading your personal space. He had a tendency to do that.
“Nothing’s wrong with it, I just— why are you so offended?” you snort.
“I’m not offended… I just don’t understand why you don’t wanna sleep over. You always do.” he tilts his head, the gesture reminding you of a puppy.
Thank god for your resolve, because if you didn’t have any, you already would’ve caved in and kissed him stupid.
“Not always.” you roll your eyes.
“You slept over last night and the night before though…” he scratches at his head, confused.
“That’s besides the point!” you huff. “Okay you know what? I’m just gonna go.”
He doesn’t even let you take more than two footsteps before his arms trap you in a tight embrace from behind. “You can’t just go without giving me a good reason to!”
“Yuji let go of me—” you move around, trying to slip free from his hold. Curse him and his superhuman strength. And although you try to sound angry, you can’t help the giggles erupting from deep within your stomach.
He ignores your demands. “Come on just tell me— did I do something wrong? Or do you just not like my room?” he laughs along with you, the sound booming in your ear.
“It’s not that!” you continue giggling, as he was now relentlessly attacking your neck and cheek with sloppy kisses. “God, you’re so gross! Stop it—” You push a hand against his face.
He pouts and gives your hand a small lick. “Me? Gross?”
You yelp and wipe your hand against his thigh. “Yes, you!”
“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think? I’m just trying to show my girlfriend I love her.”
Feeling him settle down, you do the same and try to catch your breath from all that laughing.
His voice is quieter. “Seriously, why do you wanna go so bad?” he juts his bottom lip out.
“I don’t… I just wanted to see if you’d care whether I left or not.”
“... You for real?” Once he sees you nod, he lets out a sigh, feeling reassured.
At the sight of the overwhelming relief washing over him, you chuckle. “You’re acting like you avoided a catastrophe.”
“I really did.”
“Me not sleeping in the same room as you is a catastrophe?” you deadpan.
“Of course it is.” He gives you a small glare, as if it were a stupid question. “Wait— you don’t feel the same?”
You hold back from smiling too hard. He just kept giving you opportunities to tease him on a silver platter. “I mean… I’d live.” you shrug.
“Sometimes I think you might secretly hate me…” he sighs woefully.
You grab his hand abruptly and drag him back to bed. “Would you quit being dramatic? I never said I hated you.” letting yourself fall against the mattress, you tug him along so he falls on top of you. He catches himself at the last second to hover above you, supporting himself with his forearms.
“But you act like it—”
You cut his sentence short by pressing a kiss to his adam’s apple. It bobs against you as he swallows hard, his face and neck flushing red.
He lets out a shaky breath. “... You’re going to kill me one of these days.”
જ⁀➴ Megumi Fushiguro .ᐟ
The sound of rain hitting the window could be heard through Megumi’s room. It was late in the evening, and the two of you were resting in his bed.
His front was pressed against your back, and his chin rested against the top of your head. He had an arm draped over you. You weren’t doing anything in particular, simply lying down entangled with one another. Enjoying the other’s warmth. But you could tell he hadn’t dozed off yet.
Although he was probably about to. Today’s mission had been more rough than usual. And you could tell he was going to wake up sore all over tomorrow.
So, you concluded he needed some good rest.
“Megumi?” you speak up softly, not wanting to startle him.
His hand tightens around your waist. “Hm?”
“I’m gonna go back to my room now, okay?”
He lets his head dip down to be closer to you. “Why?” he murmurs against your ear.
You purse your lips together. Of course he was going to be difficult about this. “You need to be well-rested tomorrow.”
“... Still waiting for you to explain why you’re leaving,”
You sigh. His ability to remain a sarcastic jackass even while tired was truly impressive.
“You’re going to end up even more sore if you sleep with me like this. You know I move around a lot in my sleep.”
He goes quiet for a moment, as if thinking your words over. A heavy sigh escapes him. “I’ll be fine.”
Your hand moves to rest on top of his. You let it sit there for a moment before you try to detach his hand from your side. “No, you won’t. And I don’t want to be the reason you feel even worse tomorrow.”
His grip on you only tightens once he notices you’re trying to get rid of him. “Would you stop overthinking this? I told you I’ll be fine.”
“You say that now, but you’re going to complain and blame me later when you’re hurting all over.” you click your tongue and huff.
Megumi ignores your disdain, and pulls you back to him, pressing his chest against your spine even tighter than before. He nuzzles his face even closer, and you can feel his bangs against your ear, and his lips against your neck. His soft breath fans across your collarbone as he speaks.
“... I won’t, I promise.” he mumbles, his voice almost getting lost with the sound of the harsh rain tapping against the glass of the window.
“And how do I know you mean it?”
“I always keep my word, don’t I? Stop worrying over this.”
Your hand that was previously trying to get him to let go of you gives up, and instead runs down your face as you groan lightly. “Megumi, this is for your own good. I want you to feel better tomorrow.”
“And you don’t want me to feel better now?”
Your hand falls from your face to land on the pillow under you. “What are you talking about?”
“What about right now? Don’t you want me to feel good now?”
You stare down at his hand that was around your waist, stunned. “Well… yeah. Of course I do.”
“Then let me have this.” he huffs, burying his face against the collar of your shirt. He speaks up again, his voice softer this time. “Stay with me.”
“... You’re way too stubborn. I hope you know that.”
He hums, paying you no mind.
“Fine, I’ll stay. But if you say one word about it being my fault that you—”
“I get it. Stop nagging me.” he groans. But the second he feels your tense form relax against him once more, he whispers. “Thanks.”
“For what?”
“... you really gonna make me say it out loud?”
You chuckle softly. “Yes.”
He clears his throat, and lowers his face. His eyes flutter shut, and you feel his eyelashes brush up against your shoulder. A soft kiss is pressed against your skin. “Thanks for being here,”
“I always will.” you respond.
જ⁀➴ Toji Fushiguro .ᐟ
You twirl the ends of your hair mindlessly as you watch him. Toji was hunched over in the midst of his small kitchen, rummaging through his fridge. The buzzing light of it highlighting his sharpest features, currently pulled into a small frown as he groaned about forgetting to buy a pack of beer.
He’d been in a pretty foul mood for the last hour or so. You’re not exactly sure why. He’d gotten off the phone with Shiu all bitter and angry.
You were hoping the two of you could share a nice evening— or night, but it seemed that plan had gone to ruin now. And you weren’t sure exactly what to do.
So there you were, sitting on the bed of his small one bedroom studio, keeping quiet out of fear of angering or stressing him out further.
After contemplating, you sigh and stand up. “Hey, Toji?”
“Mmh?” he grumbles in response.
“I’m leaving, okay?”
He closes the fridge and watches you as you make your way to the front door, grabbing your stuff along the way. His eyes widen in disbelief. He reaches you in two steps.
“Where you going?”
“... Home.” you look up at him, fingers tightly gripping your bag. You had hoped no argument would come out of this. He wasn’t one to fight or anything, but still.
“Why?”
“I don’t know I just…” you trail off. He stays silent, giving you the chance to think. You take a deep breath and speak up again. “Just thought I’d give you some space. Now’s not a good time for you, clearly.”
“Who said that?” his eyebrows knit in confusion, his frown only worsening.
“No one— it’s obvious.” you fold your arms over your chest. “I mean… you’ve been groaning and grumbling to yourself since earlier.”
He lets out a heavy sigh. “So?” he throws his head to the side, gaze landing on his window.
“So… I’m leaving you be.” you say, your tone leaving no room for discussion as you turn your back to him, reaching for the doorknob and twisting it.
His hand immediately lands on the door and he pushes against it, slamming it shut. You look to your left, his large and rough palm laying flat against the wood right next to your head. “Don’t want you to.” he states, his other hand moving against the door on your right side this time, caging you in.
You sigh. “Why not?”
He stays still for a moment, before leaning forward, his forehead landing on your shoulder with a soft thud. “Need you here with me.” he mumbles.
You’re slightly taken-aback by his words, but out of fear he might deflect or retreat back in his shell, you say nothing. You simply reach a hand up, your fingers carding through his thin black hair.
“You sure? I don’t want to make you more upset than you already are.”
He clicks his tongue in response. “You don’t upset me doll,”
Unsure of what to do, you remain motionless and quiet, for the sole exception of your hand massaging his scalp.
“Don’t go. Stay here.” he mutters against your shoulder. His arms detach from the door to wrap themselves around your waist. That was probably the closest you would ever get to hearing him plead.
“... Alright, I’m staying.” your free hand moves to caress and trace along the veins of his arms.
A soft groan slips past his lips at the sensation of your hand in his hair, and he tightens his arms around you.
“Whatever Shiu said must’ve really upset you, huh…”
His hand slips under your shirt and traces the soft lines of your stomach. “Say his name one more fucking time,”
You hold back a laugh and scoff instead. “Okay, okay, calm down.”
His hand loosens around your waist, and he pulls away from you. You finally turn back around to meet his gaze. Your eyes soften at the sight of him. Hair just a tad greasy and disheveled, eyebags more prominent than before, shoulders not as upright and confident as usual.
“Don’t look at me like that.” he grunts and looks away.
“Like what?” you inch closer, hands finding his waist.
“Like you pity me.”
You shake your head with a smile. “I worry about you. It’s not the same thing.”
“Yeah well I don’t need you worrying over me like I’m some kid that needs help.”
“Sure, sure.” You nod. “How about you hop in the shower and I wash your hair?”
His eyes trail back to you instantly, and he looks down at you with a conflicted expression. He considers it for a moment. “Fine, but you’re getting in with me.” he grins.
You run a hand down your face but reluctantly agree. “I’m just going to wash your hair, Toji. That’s it.”
“You always say that and then end up—”
“In the shower you go!” you raise your voice to drown out the sound of his, and start pushing him towards the bathroom.
જ⁀➴ Ryomen Sukuna .ᐟ
Warm water flowing from your fingertips and trickling down his back, gentle candlelight bouncing off of the hard planes of his body, and the quiet breeze of the night air slipping past the lavish curtains and into the room.
It was currently late into the night, and Sukuna had summoned you to his chambers to bathe him. Just like he did every other night. He’d complained to you about his needlessly tiring and grueling day.
Dealing with—what he deemed to be—incompetent servants, his food being too cold for his taste, and the arrogant members of his court ordering him around (they were merely giving him suggestions on political matters).
You’d just finished giving him his bath, and were currently standing with his short-sleeved robe held out for him to slip into. You watched carefully as he finished drying himself off and turned his back to you, black tattoos and hardened muscles on display. They flex and contort as he slips his four arms through the large loop holes and shrugs the light robe on.
He turned around to let you tie the garment and your hands moved fast, tying a small knot around his waist, your eyes trained on the fabric in-between your fingers. Once finished, you took two steps back and bowed your head, hands clasped together at your front.
“If you do not need me for anything else, I will be taking my leave, my lord.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” He huffed, running a hand through his wet hair.
You let out an involuntary twitch. “... Is there something else you’d like me to do for you?”
“No.” he responds simply.
You raise your gaze for the first time, and look at him. “May I ask why you’re keeping me then?”
“You may not.” The tall man retorts and turns around, making his way to his bed. And you know, without him having to tell you, that he expects you to follow after him. So you do.
You stand with your hands still joined together, posture upright, your eyes glued to the floor, with your back against the wall.
He throws a glance at you and a sneer graces his lips. “Must you stand in the corner like a potted plant?”
You clench your hands, holding back from shooting a snarky response his way, and manage to stay quiet.
“Join me,”
Now that breaks your resolve.
You look at him across the room. “Sorry?”
He makes himself comfortable against his pillows, and folds one knee up, elbow propped up against it and his chin resting in his palm. “Have you gone deaf? Do not make me repeat myself.” he glares.
You swallow, hard, and make your way to him slowly.
“Before the sun rises again, would you?” he orders, and you pick up your pace.
You stand at the foot of his bed, quiet.
Once you’re finally close enough for him to scrutinize your every expression and feature, a smirk forms on his face, and he pats the space next to him.
Heat flares up in your stomach and you feel fear, anger and confusion (and maybe a bit of arousal), all at once.
“My lord… I am afraid I can not provide you with what you desire. Allow me to remind you I am but a humble servant.” You speak firmly. Well… as firm as you could manage considering you were probably going to lose your head in the next five minutes. But you’d rather be beheaded than get in bed with him against your will. “I could ask for a concubine to be called if that is what you wish.” you bow again, hoping to appease him.
His hand drops from his face and his smile fades. He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Would you calm down, you vixen? I can practically smell the fear oozing out of your pores.”
A frown makes its way onto your face without you wanting to.
A beat of silence passes and he looks away before speaking up again in a softer tone. “You misunderstood my intentions. I simply wish for you to lie down with me.”
Your scowl melts into a confused expression, now more perplexed than anything.
But the most perplexing part of all this is the fact that you don’t find yourself completely opposed to the idea. On the contrary, you were almost tempted by it.
“Do not make me wait,” he speaks. Although this time, it sounds like a request disguised as an order. “Don’t you think you’ve already made me wait far too long for you?” He adds, voice quiet.
You finally comply, albeit hesitantly, and sit down next to him. You move carefully, as though one wrong move could mean the end for you. And considering you were dealing with Sukuna, you weren’t exercising unnecessary caution.
“Loosen up. I won’t eat you.” He scoffs and instantly pulls you by the waist.
All four of his arms pull you against him and make you lay on your side. One of them moves to pull the soft covers over you. He clutches you tighter against his form. Almost as if he were a child tucking himself to sleep, holding onto his favourite plushie.
You barely hold back a small chuckle at the mental image.
“Is this amusing to you?”
You freeze, cursing yourself for failing to conceal your emotions. “... perhaps.” you blurt honestly.
He lets out a short grunt, and nuzzles his head against your neck. “Just go to sleep.”
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“‘Gumi…” You whispered against Megumi’s lips. He was pressing you into the wall. The kiss rushed with his hands on either side of your head so you couldn’t turn away. Megumi didn’t bother to respond choosing to deepen the kiss further by prying your lips open and pushing his tongue in your mouth.
It was messy and so unlike Megumi that you didn’t know what to do except to follow along. You fisted Megumi’s shirt in your hands, tugging him impossibly closer. Megumi made a strange sound and reluctantly pulled away, out of breath. He didn’t pull himself too far, leaning his forehead on yours as he panted in the small space between you two.
“What’s going on with you?” You whispered, a small smile growing on your lips.
“Stop.” Megumi murmured. He wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you closer, tilting his head down, “Just stop talking and kiss me.”
He really didn’t have to tell you twice.
Megumi leaned forward and slotted his lips in between yours, exhaling through his nose. Right now he didn’t need anything else, just you.
It didn’t take long for the kiss to get heated. Roaming hands and desperate touches. The kiss soon became a clash of lips and teeth and Megumi only wanted you closer. If he could he’d tuck himself right underneath your skin and maybe only then would it be enough.
You moved to pull away, out of breath, but Megumi refused. He placed a hand behind your head to keep you from pulling away and tilted his head closer, desperate to keep his lips on yours. As much as you wanted to keep on kissing him your lungs were crying for air. You placed your hands on Megumi’s chest and pushed slightly. Megumi took the hint and with a disgruntled sigh he stopped with the onslaught of kisses. You had expected Megumi to fully part from you and pretend like nothing had happened, as he usually does, but this time Megumi hunches over and begins to press his lips along your collarbone and your neck until he reached your lips again. He continued on like this, pressing short kisses against your lips with half-lidded eyes.
“I love you.” Megumi sighed in between kisses. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle from all of the kisses. Megumi’s heart fluttered in his chest, harsher than he had ever experienced before.
“Tell me you love me.” Megumi asked quietly, brushing your bangs away from your eyes.
megumi’s demon dogs have always loved you, even when they're tired after missions. oftentimes, they’ll run up to you with wagging tails, whining, and panting happily.
one night, you’re in the common room, sitting on the couch as you watch television, hair and skin still damp from the shower you took after a long mission. you begin to hear soft footsteps, though it sounds more like the demon dogs than people.
the dogs walk up and sit in front of you, tails thumping loudly against the ground.
“oh, hi!” you exclaim, scratching under their chins. the black dog leans into your palm, and the white one’s tail thumps faster against the ground. the white one almost becomes restless, paws tapping against the wood.
the white demon dog begins licking your hand, pausing in between to spin around excitedly. the black dog continues to receive chin scratches from you, pleased at your touch.
a voice speaks out, “hey, you two,” the dogs turn to look at megumi, “stop slobbering all over her,” he’s mostly referring to the white demon dog.
the white demon dog whines and lies its head on the couch, flushed against your thigh. its ears go down, though its tail doesn’t stop wagging. you pet the dog more, and it gently paws at your leg, wanting more pets.
the black demon dog woofs in complaint, softly growling at megumi, though with no aggression.
“it’s okay, megs,” you smile up at him.
he huffs, cheeks turning pinker. he finds it embarrassing how much his demon dogs love you, mirroring how he feels about you. unlike him, his demon dogs have no shame in showing their love and affection towards you.
“megumi, are you sure that keeping them out for this long isn’t making you tired?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed together.
he shakes his head no and sits next to you, pretending to watch whatever movie you were previously watching before the demon dogs came up to you.
“yeah, you’re good pups, aren’t you?” you mumble, and the demon dogs whine happily, you continue, “very well trained.”
you know well that they’re certainly not puppies, instead far from it. megumi’s warm next to you, leg bouncing anxiously as he hides his face, a bit afraid that you’ll see his flushed face.
footsteps walk into the common room, and someone stands behind the couch, hands resting on the back of it. gojo smirks knowingly, staring at how megumi’s demon dogs behave with you. megumi glares up at him, silently daring him to say something.
gojo speaks up, “hmm, that’s weird..”
you curiously look up at him, “huh?”
“megumi’s demon dogs normally don’t act this way around people. it’s a bit weird how they’re cuddling up to you and whining for your attention, don’t you think?”
you think for a minute, taking in his words, “yeah, it’s a bit odd, but i’m totally fine with it. they’re such sweethearts!”
when your attention’s back on the demon dogs, gojo runs a hand down his face with a frown, looking at megumi with a look of disbelief on his face. he seriously can’t believe that you didn’t pick up on a word he said.
gojo knows well that megumi’s shikigami mirrors his emotions and feelings towards people, and the older man immediately knew about megumi’s liking towards you when he saw the demon dogs cuddle up to you.
he just wonders when and how megumi’s going to confess to you.
So private, nobody knows what Megumi's girlfriend looks like.
Alternatively: You're currently watching a 10-minute video compilation of Megumi being a simp on live.
⤷ II: MEGUMI: IS ONLINE ┈ 17+ CW ⋮ ⌗ ┆ fluff ⸝⸝ crack-ish ⸝⸝ really short pwp ⸝⸝ aged up ! megumi
Megumi enjoys all kinds of games but found RPGs the most interesting to play. What kickstarted his streaming was Yuji, who practically begged him to join his Call of Duty stream.
Everyone who tuned in thought Megumi was insane at landing clean headshots, then immediately urged him to start streaming on his own. He only gave in when you told him it wasn’t such a bad idea, and the rest is history.
In nearly every stream he was on, his viewers would always catch glimpses of you. The underrated perk of having a boyfriend who streams? The fans who edit his livestream clips:
megumi being a simp
01:10 ─●──────── -08:50
Megumi’s viewers were just as attentive as he was.
They noticed how Megumi visibly perked up the moment you entered his gaming room. They heard the tiny squeals you tried to suppress. It's almost always inaudible, but unmistakable.
“You got this,” you whisper, and Megumi smiles instantly.
Chat explodes.
[m__ki] yo stop simping you're about to die HELLO
[p4nda] save the couple content for later pls end itadori first
[salmonroe] jealousy is a disease and i have it
“What the hell?” Yuji laughs, “your whole contribution tonight is just smiling?”
Megumi scrunches his nose as he chuckles, right as he kills Yuji on his own stream.
Yuji holds his head on his hands and yells, “BRO—”
“That’s on you,” Megumi sighs, leaning back. “Getting on my nerves is a personal choice.”
Yuji inhales sharply as he reads the chat. “Itadori's sleep deprived and bitchless – Fuck you?" He continues to scroll through the chats and finds a message that makes him grin, “Megumi, someone’s asking when the girlfriend reveal is.”
Megumi blinks. “Huh? Why would I— this isn’t even that kind of channel.”
The chat immediately spirals, urging Megumi they would love to see what his mystery girlfriend looks like.
"Yuji, don't you need to sleep?" Megumi
"But I–"
"Sleep?"
"Okay, okay." Yuji's already doubled over laughing. “Before we end, Megumi, do you have something heartfelt to say to the viewers?”
Megumi nods with a playful smirk. “Not really.”
megumi being a simp
02:37 ──●────── -07:23
Every so often, new subscribers would ask if he was single. Megumi always answered with that same shy smile and a short nod, the kind that already felt like an answer.
Just like now, in the middle of playing Elden Ring, another batch of new subscribers ask him the same question again.
[itadorislut] just one chance megumi
He doesn’t look away from the screen when he replies, “No. I have a very affectionate and caring girlfriend.”
Megumi stay silent for half a second before reading a new chat.
[today_is_todo] tf u gatekeeping your gf for?
Megumi chuckles. “I'm the jealous type.”
megumi being a simp
03:21 ───●────── -06:39
Lowkey, but never a secret.
Megumi never imagined his streaming career would take off the way it did. What grounded him, even with the sudden success, was knowing how to keep his personal life private.
Still, sometimes his fondness slips through.
Megumi usually plays loud, high-energy music to stay focused, but today’s stream is different. Cherry Wine plays softly in the background and chat notices immediately.
[bbmai] interesting song choice
“Oh,” Megumi says casually. “It’s my girlfriend's playlist.”
[bbmai] feels personal
He smiles to himself. “I like it, though.”
He hums under his breath while playing.
A moment later, the faint sound of the door shuffling makes him glance sideways. His lips curve instinctively as he reaches for mute. Megumi looks softer when he turns back to you.
“Hey, you said you didn’t like this song,” you whisper with an amused smile.
“I never said that,” he shrugs. “I just didn’t get it the first play.”
“And now?”
“I get it.”
You grin. “Wow. He's a playlist connoisseur overnight.”
He laughs softly. “Please don’t let chat hear that.”
You cup his face and squish his cheeks playfully. In response, he grabs your wrists gently, pressing quick kisses to your knuckles like it’s instinct. You fix his hair, nod reassuringly, then quietly slip out of the frame.
On-screen, the stream stays muted with barely any context, but chat goes feral anyway.
[mmmiwa] WHY DID HE SMILE LIKE THAT
[today_is_todo] this is emotional edging
[mxchmaroo] bro hit mute like it was muscle memory
[dastrongest] that man is IN LOVE your honor
“Okay, relax,” he mutters. When Megumi unmutes and refocuses, the chat is still screaming. “Huh?”
He glances at his other screen to find that his game's ended.
“Shit. I just died.”
megumi being a simp
04:05 ──────●─── -05:55
“Fuck,” he mutters, exhaling sharply as he blows the stray hairs out of his face.
He’s already thinking of ending the stream, except he’s only been live for an hour, when he usually goes for five.
What’s more off is his unusual silence. Megumi’s naturally reserved, but he usually tries to talk a little just to push himself. Today, though? Nothing’s landing, and probably the worst gameplay of his life.
[p4nda] nah megumi's NOT locked in today
[y-okkotsu] shut up let him cook
“We're cooked,” Yuji groans into his mic.
“I told you we should’ve joined with Nobara!” Megumi snaps with brows furrowed. “This stupid game suc—”
He cuts himself off mid-sentence the moment you peek in and press a finger to your lips. He tilts his head toward the door, and gives you an apologetic look.
“Sorry, love,” he softly says instantly with guilt flickering across his face.
You step in quietly, trying not to get picked up by the mic, but the LED lights betray you. Your shadow flashes across the wall, and it was too late for you notice it too.
You give up eventually, and proceed to walk behind him to tie his hair.
[kirarare] i just opened the stream why am i blushing and kicking my feet likeee
[heatkari] this is the kind of content that makes men shave their heads
And once again, chat loses its mind, not just because you’re there (well, that too), but because you’re wearing that white hoodie. The one Megumi wore on stream before. The sold-out one.
Megumi doesn’t even look away from the screen, so focused he lets you tie his hair into a neat little apple without question.
“There,” you whisper. “All done.”
“Woah, I needed that,” he grins, boyish. He ducks behind cover, glances back at you. “Thanks, love.”
He rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck with a satisfied groan.
“Alright,” he snickers, competitiveness snapping back into place. “Time to annihilate these fuckers.”
[nkamo] suddenly considering growing my hair out again
[nkamo] nvm who am i kidding nobody’s tying mine
[itadorislut] oh he’s back BACK
“Chat, should I get a haircut?”
“Hey!” you clutch your chest dramatically. “Why would you do something so offensive to me?”
He chuckles at your over exaggeration, and does the chat.
[ozawasan] someone hide the scissors from him
[junpyosh] i agree with her even if she’s dramatic
Megumi reads the chat, amused. “They’re telling me to stay away from scissors.”
You grin. “See? Even chat’s on my side.”
You step out of frame, but his eyes follow you instinctively.
[rikascurse] DID YOU SEE THAT LOOK OML
[rikascurse] CUT THE CAMERA'S DEADASS
“Megumi, focus!” Yuji yells. “Stop oggling at—”
“Watch your mouth.” Megumi cuts in fast.
“Oh— uh— your girlfriend!” Yuji recovers.
You giggle softly before closing the door.
Megumi is smiling like an idiot now, landing headshot after headshot, and climbing ranks effortlessly. All because you tied his hair back so he could see better.
As soon as the video ends, Megumi snorts. "It was that obvious, huh?"
"What? It's cute," you tilt your head and smile at him. "You're cute."
Megumi smiles to himself and plants a soft kiss at the top of your head. "I'm actually surprised that didn't make it to the edit."
You furrow your brows. "What didn't?"
"The livestream?" He says with an arched brow. "From last year?"
"Oh. That stream."
⏸ DELETED CLIP — YUJI'S LIVESTREAM
Yuji’s stream is chaotic as usual with him yelling at chat, chat yelling back, and his gameplay hanging on by a thread. On the other hand, Megumi’s window sits in the corner of the screen. All black, no cam or audio.
[junpyosh] where's megumi?
[mxchmaroo] he said bathroom break bro
[heatkari] nah but why is it taking THIS long
Yuji reads the chat and says, "Probably shitting himself to death."
Chat laughs it off.
For some odd reason, Megumi's window flickers, but Yuji doesn’t notice at first because he’s too busy reading chat.
[p4nda] AYO
[p4nda] MEGUMI'S GLITCHING
Before anyone can process it, Megumi’s feed snaps back online.
The room comes into view at a bad and slightly tilted angle. Only his empty chair is on camera, but the whole chat can hear the static mic crackling, chopped up heavy breathing, and mumbling in the background.
“— squirt for me —"
The audio dips, then spikes again.
“…I’m—”
The feed stutters, pixels freezing for half a second before the sound punches back in.
“Cum—”
Chat is no longer typing, they are smashing their keyboards.
[y-okkotsu] ???????????????
[kirarare] WHY IS HE BACK
[m__ki] THIS FEELS ILLEGAL
[dastrongest] PAUSE– DID HE SAY SQUIRT
At that very moment, Yuji’s soul exits his body.
His eyes widen in shock and goes completely still. He's so shocked that he immediately ends the stream without any warning.
wia says: Ws in the chat for Megumi and his secret girlfriend! [/EDIT: just cascading the theme for this series lol]
