a.tw: unprotected sex, in the shower. p in v in creampie, (wrap it up yall.) freak fushiguro, (he's a bit of a jerk in the beginning) pet names, talking through it dirty talk, megumi is meannnn, slight angst, barely fluff at all, smut with barely any plot.
it's been a somewhat stressful day for megumi, especially with gojo and his stupid antics about packing for the upcoming vacation he's been planning out for everyone, and constantly nagging megumi specifically.
and if the day couldn't get any worse — you were with yuji half of the day, watching movies and playing games together, though megumi was not having it, he hated the way yuji was so friendly with you so damn touchy, and the way you just simply allowed it. yes megumi trusted his best friend and girlfriend to hang out together alone.
but sometimes you get second thoughts, about someone well like yuji, megumi knew yuji was the better one for you you were just too blind to realize that, but that wasn't the case you chose megumi because you loved him, he's just to stubborn to accept that. everyone and everything has been stressing megumi out lately.
especially this annoying vacation gojo, won't shut up about. yuji's overly friendliness toward you only makes megumi's skin crawl, and sometimes yuji, is another reason why he doubts his worth towards you, he's just better in every way, he's sweet, loving and caring, soft spoken, on the other hand, megumi's mean, really fucking mean especially if you piss him off, arguments with megumi sometimes are hell, he'll give the the silent treatment if it's that bad.
—to present, you and megumi had gotten into a little argument, about the whole yuji, situation. but the fight was more of a petty one, on megumi's end. he's been out all day. only god knows where, he hasn't texted you, called you, or anything since the argument. until.
as you hear the sound of the front door opening you imediately get up, worry and slight anger written on your face, he enters the apartment after a long day. it's already dark outside and he got home two hours later than usual. you already prepared dinner, but it went cold as the time passed, while you were waiting anxiously and worried about megumi's absence as he didn't answer any or your texts or calls.
"where the fuck were you megumi?" you ask, anxiously, yet angry at the same time. and you had every right to be. your boyfriend ignoring you all day over what, miscommunications. god, you were pissed at both yuji, and megumi, even though none of this really in truly is yuji's fault.
he drops his bag by the door, not even looking at you. his jaw is tight, exhaustion evident in every line of his body, but he doesn't apologize. "mission ran late. didnt have time to text." his tone is flat, dismissive. he heads straight for the bathroom, brushing past you like you're not even there. "i'm taking a shower."
you follow right after him, grabbing his wrist catching up before he could reach the bathroom. "mission ran late? bullshit, more like you were ignoring me."
he stops abruptly, his eyes flashing with irritation as he turns to face you. his wrist is still in your grasp, and for a moment, he just stares at you intensely. "let go." his voice is low and commanding, but there's an underlying tension that suggests he's on edge.
his jaw tightens, and you can see the exhaustion warring with stubborn pride behind his dark eyes. for a moment, neither of you move, hands still locked together.
"you're not my mom." he says quietly, voice rough. "if i need to ignore something for a mission, i will." a muscle twitches in his neck, but he doesn't pull away.
why's he being such a bitch towards you??
"so i have to be your mom, to care about you?" you roll your eyes, that hits a nerve, and he finally yanks his wrist away. "i'm not a kid who needs checking in on every five minutes!" he runs a hand through his hair roughly. "some of us have actual responsibilities that can't just stop because you're worried."
that was your last straw, you couldn't stop the hand that went across his face. the slap echoes through the small apartment, the sound sharp and abrupt. he freezes, his hand still in his hair as he turns slowly to face you again. a red mark begins to form on his cheek, "what the fuck was that for? " you just couldn't understand why he was being like this. there has to be more to the story, but there is one thing you know. that is not how you treat your girlfriend.
"what do you think it was for megumi? you're being a literal jerk right now!" you yell at him, your patience running low, the more you go on with him.
"and hitting me solves the problem how?" he touches his stinging cheek, still shocked by the sudden violence. but beneath the anger, there's a spark of realization that maybe he went too far with his tone. "im just tired." he murmured quietly, his voice thinning.
"tired? this is all because you're fucking tired, that gives you the right to treat me like shit? and ignore me all day?" you snap back.
"yeah, that's exactly what it is!" he snaps, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion and tiredness. "ive been up since five in the morning, running around like a headless chicken, trying to keep up with everything, and all i want is to take a shower and sleep!"
your gaze, goes downward towards the floor, not daring to look up at him right now those words hit a nerve, and even if you didn't wanna admit it, tears were threatening to fall.
He sees you look away, and something in him cracks. The anger evaporates instantly, replaced by a sickening guilt that coils in his stomach. He watches you shrink back, voice quieting.
"hey–" he reaches for you, but his fingers barely graze your arm before he stops himself. "i didn't mean it like that, i'm just—"
"just what megumi?" you cut him off before he could finish his sentence. he stands there, mouth slightly open, the words dying in his throat. the red mark on his cheek throbbs, but it's nothing compared to the weight pressing down on his chest.
"I'm sorry." he finally says, his voice rough and quiet. He rakes his hand through his hair again, frustration replaced by exhaustion and regret.
"for what? fucking explain for one time in your damn life." his shoulders hunch slightly, like he's expecting another hit. but he holds your gaze, knowing he deserves it. "for being an asshole. for snapping at you. for ignoring you all day." he swallows hard, the next words coming out hoarse. "for making you worry." he sighs deeply, "for everything."
fuck. why do you already forgive his dumb ass, why do you settle for so little?
"it's alright i suppose." the words slip out before you could stop them, were you really supposed to forgive this easily? his eyebrows furrow, confusion and something softer flickering in his eyes. "It's alright?" he repeats slowly, almost disbelieving. he takes a step closer to you, lowering his voice. "you just slapped me across the face and now it's 'alright'?"
you nod slowly, still unsure yourself, "yeah." you say quietly. he stares at you for a long moment, searching your face for any hint of sarcasm or anger. but all he sees is exhaustion and a quiet acceptance that makes his heart clench painfully.
without warning, he closes the distance between you two, pulling you into a sudden, tight hug. His face buries in your neck, his arms wrapping around you like he's holding onto a lifeline. "im sorry," he repeats, voice muffled against your skin.
you freeze for a moment, not expecting megumi to hug you, but then you get more comfortable in the embrace and wrap your arms around his waist tightly nuzzling your face in his neck "i forgive you gumi."
the nickname makes him shiver, a soft noise catching in his throat. he hugs you tighter, his exhaustion and stress melting away in the warm embrace. for once, he doesn't pull away or make a snide comment. instead , he just holds on, soaking in the comfort he rarely allows himself to accept. "im really tired."
you look up at him, seeing the exhaustion in his eyes, "so, you gonna tell me why you were being such a dick?" you poke his cheek, causing him to groan, "don't play dumb." he says quietly, "you're doing it again megumi."
he turns his gaze back to you, "doing what?" he murmured, "the bitchy stuff. look stop being so technical and tell me what's bothering you so much." you sigh, your chin resting on his chest as you look up at your moody boyfriend.
"everything alright? i mean, you know how hard things have been f' me lately," he sighs. "you were with itadori all day yesterday, it felt like you weren't even paying attention to me, that hurts a bit, i know i'm being a dick about it. and i'm sorry but could you at least meet me in the middle?"
your eyes flash with guilt, because you know it's true, you were with yuji all day yesterday, your phone was on silent making it seem even more suspicious. "look i'm sorry megumi, i guess we both just needed to communicate better with each other and—"
he cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours, you immediately return the kiss.
the kiss is slow and deep, completely at odds with the heated argument seconds ago. his lips move against yours with a desperation that suggests he had no patience left for words. when he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, breath warm on your lips.
"i don't want to talk anymore today." his voice is low, raspy. "yeah, i understand, now about that shower?" you say suggestively, a tired smirk tugs at his lips, the last trace of tension finally leaving his shoulders. "yeah?" he keeps one arm wrapped around your waist, fingers pressing into your hip as his thumb traces lazy circles against your skin through the fabric. "you offering to join me?" his voice drops an octave, teasing and exhausted all at once.
"yeah, i definitely wanna," your index finger trails down his chest slowly making your intentions clear. "join you." His breath hitches slightly at the touch, his body instantly responding to the implication. He captures your hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles before leading you towards the bathroom. "come on then." he says , his voice gentle and inviting.
once inside the bathroom, he turns on the shower, the room quickly filling with steam. he then turns to face you, his eyes soft and tender, a complete contrast to the fiery argument earlier. without any hesitation, he starts to undress, his movements slow and deliberate.
you eye him down, from head to toe, fuck his pecs are so pretty you just wanna lick all over them, "i'm hungry." you say still eyeing them up, he pauses mid-undress, his shirt halfway over his head, only his torso exposed. a low groan escapes him. "you're literally standing here watching me undress and you're telling me you're hungry?" he drops the shirt and approaches you, backing you against the counter. "im the meal?"
you nod, "you've been such an ass gumi." His face darkens at the nickname, his hands gripping the edge of the counter on either side of you. he leans in close, your faces inches apart. "and you've been pouting all day, so we're even. now, are you hungry for food or something else?"
once you're both undressed, you still avoid the question, "let's get in the shower yeah?" his eyes narrow slightly, knowing you're avoiding the question. but he doesn't push further, instead stepping back to let you undress. you both climb into the shower, he pulls you under the warm spray with him, his arms wrapping around you from behind. "we need to talk about communication." he murmurs against your ear.
you nod slowly, "yeah you're just so jealous of your best friend gumi." he rolls his eyes "i'm an asshole when I'm stressed. and you're quiet when you're mad." he pauses, hands beginning to wash your skin. "we're a fucking mess." his fingers trail down your stomach, dipping slightly lower. "but we work."
"i'm still mad at you megumi." you say quietly his touch pauses briefly before continuing, his voice lowering."I know." he presses a kiss to your neck, his hands continuing to wash your body. "i was an asshole. You have every right to be mad."his fingers slide between your legs, washing gently.
"i don't want gentle." a low chuckle vibrates against your neck. "horny and mad?" his fingers push inside you suddenly, not gentle, not asking permission. "tell me what you want then, since you're so good at talking now." he twists his fingers, hitting that perfect spot. "you want me to make it up to you?"
you hold back a moan, not wanting to prove his point, "yeah try and fail." he smirks against your neck, his fingers continuing to move inside you with practiced ease. "challenge accepted." he turns you around suddenly, pushing you against the shower wall. "let's see if I can make you forget you're mad at me." his lips crash against yours roughly.
you moan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him tugging him impossibly closer to you. the kiss is messy and desperate, teeth clashing, lips bruising. helifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pins you against the wall. his arousal presses insistently against you. he breaks the kiss only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking bruises into your skin. "these'll be visible tomorrow." he growls.
"gumi," you moan out his name. "please baby." the nickname makes his control snap. he lines himself up and thrusts into your cunt roughly, not giving either of you time to adjust. the shower wall shakes with the force of his movements. "still mad?" he pants against your mouth, hips slamming into yours.
"gumi! i fucking hate you." he grins wickedly against your lips, his thrusts becoming even more aggressive. he knows you're not serious - the way you're digging your nails into his back and moaning his name tells him that. "liar." he bites down on your lip hard.
"i'm not lying!" you moan out, "just go deeper!" he pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. "like this?" he does it again, his hand coming between your bodies to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. "answer me, are you still mad?"
you nod quickly, trying to test his patience even more.
he jaw tightens, eyes darkening at your nod. in one swift motion, he lifts you higher, changing the angle entirely. the next thrust hits so deep you let out a choked scream. "you want to hate me that bad?" he slams into you harder, relentless. "then fucking hate me while you cum on my cock."
"don't stop!" you moan into his neck, your nails digging into his back, he laughs breathlessly against your collarbone, his thrusts becoming brutal, punishing. "wasn't planning on it." his hand slides under your ass, gripping your thigh as he spreads you wider, fucking into you with abandon. the steam fills the bathroom as your moans mix with the sound of skin slapping skin and the running water. "say my name again."
"and if i don't?" you manage to breath out. his teeth sink into your shoulder, a rough bite that makes you cry out. His thrusts don't slow, don't soften - they become more precise, more calculated. "then i'll keep fucking you until you do." he switches angles again, hitting a spot that makes your whole body lock up. "this isn't a negotiation." his voice is pure command.
megumi, pulls out slowly. before switching the position. - bending you over before him. he grabs your hips roughly and pulls you back against him violently. the new position allows him to go even deeper, his thrusts becoming animalistic. one hand moves to grab your hair and pull your head back while the other slaps your ass sharply. "now try to hate me."
"gumi! gumi! oh my fucking–" he pulls you closer back against him "there it is." he groans, your moans driving him wild. He pounds into you without mercy, each thrust making your whole body rock forward against the wall. the hand in your hair tightens. "louder let the whole building know who you're screaming for." he spanks you again, right cheek red. "and you still hate me?"
you nod, deciding to test him again, a low chuckle escapes him at your stubborn nod. he releases your hair abruptly and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back even more forcefully against him. "fucking proving my point then." he slams into you brutally, his hand moving to cover your mouth roughly.
your eyes roll back, pushing back against him to meet his thrusts, fuck the way he's losing control is making you impossibly wetter, he swallows hard, feeling your wetness dripping down his balls. your pushback and moans against his palm tell him more than words ever could. he spreads your ass cheeks apart roughly, one thumb pressing against your tight hole. "still hating me while taking my cock like this?"
you don't answer him, still moaning into his palm, his thumb breaches your asshole slightly, adding another layer of sensation. He's losing control - his hips are snapping now, his breathing ragged. He releases your mouth to spank your other cheek, leaving a red handprint. "answer. me. you slut."
"fuck no.. aah.. i" is the only words you can make out. he presses his thumb deeper into your ass, fucking you with it in sync with his thrusts. the sensation is overwhelming, and he knows it. his voice drops to a low growl. "no what?" his other hand reaches around to strum your clit roughly. "dont stop?"
you nod, pushing back against him, he spreads you wider with his shoulders, fucking you so hard the shower wall shakes. his thumb disappears completely inside your ass, "you're so fucking pathetic." his hand lands across your cheek again, as his hips moving relentlessly. he's completely lost, reduced to pure instinct. "then hate me harder."
"fuuuck, nnfh baby i'm so close." megumi whimpers "wanna know something fucked up?" his voice is barely coherent, his body moving like a machine. "i could cum inside you right now and still keep going. im so fucking angry and turned on that my dick won't even get soft." he slams into you deeply, his thumb pumping your ass faster.
"you're so fucking nasty gumi." he laughs quietly, biting down on your shoulder. "thats your fault." his thumb twists inside your ass as he thrusts deep, grinding against your spot. "you started this whole thing, calling me an asshole, giving me those looks all day." he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in.
"messing around with itadori, when you know only i could ever fuck you dumb like this." he moans out, pushing deeper, "fucking slut, you're so pathetic, i hate you."
his words hit exactly the mark, humiliation and possession mixing in your gut. something about him cursing at you, the dirty talk, the way his tongue curls around the words—it sends heat flooding through your core ."yeah?" he pulls out abruptly, before thrusting back into your now swollen cunt, under the shower spray.
"fuck, you belong to me, not itadori." you nod eagerly. his words hit you like a slap, but his thrusts don't stop - they quicken. his thumb curls inside you while his cock hits deeper, the combination making your legs shake violently. "say it again." you beg, your voice breaking. "yes gumi, i'm yours fuck, all yours please go harder!" fuck he's so close, at your begging his balls tight, your walls squeezing him desperately.
he loses it. his hands grip your hips so hard he knows there'll be bruises. he starts fucking you with brutal force, his thumb pounding your ass in time with his cock. the shower fills with the sounds of wet skin slapping and your desperate moans. "i hate you!"
"i hate you too! fuck please!" his cock thickens, his balls tightening. he's so close, but he needs more. He leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "who does this cunt belong to?" his hand moves from your clit to slap your pussy roughly.
"you! fuck. gumi." that finally breaks him. His thumb and cock work you mercilessly. "say my name again, like you mean it this time. not that cute nickname, your angry one. the one you use when you're mad at me." he slaps your clit again, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to sting. "the one that makes my dick twitch."
"megumi don't stop!" he groans at hearing his full name, feeling his cock twitch inside you. that's what he needed. His thrusts become erratic, desperate. "fuck, that's it—" his thumb pushes deeper into your ass while his cock hits that spot over and over, his free hand coming around to pinch your clit hard. "cum for me. now."
his words drive you over the edge, fuck. he feels your pussy squeezing him tightly as you cum, and that's all it takes. he groans loudly, his hot cum shooting deep inside you. "fuck nnfh fuck... fuck..." he keeps fucking you through his orgasm, his thumb and fingers moving frantically. "take it."
he slowly pulls out, his thumb sliding from your ass. he watches as his cum leaks out of you, marking you inside and out. his chest heaves as he catches his breath, his mind slowly coming back online. he reaches for the shower head, turning it back on cool water.
you both pant heavily, as you both come down from your high, he moves you under the cool water, letting it wash over your heated skin. he stands behind you silently, his hands resting on your hips as the water soothes your aching body. after a moment, he speaks quietly. "we're not done talking about this." his voice is hoarse, but firm. "just..."
he pulls you back against his chest, his chin resting on top of your head. the water cascades over both of you as his fingers trace lazy patterns on your stomach. "just let me hold you for a minute." his voice is softer now, no trace of the anger from before. "you're still mad at me, aren't you?" he says quietly.
you shake your head slowly, "no i'm not mad at you anymore gumi." he freezes slightly, then pulls you tighter against him. His voice drops to a carefully controlled tone. "don't lie to me. we just fucked like we hated each other. i'm pretty sure i bruised your hips. you're not 'not mad'."
" 'm not mad anymore gumi i promise." you say trying to soothe him, he swallows hard, his face burying in your neck. the cool water does nothing to soothe his suddenly racing heart. he believes you. you're not mad. he knows you too well. he knows your moods, your expressions, your body language. he knows when you're lying as well
"i love you, now can we rest now gumi?" his entire body relaxes at those words. the tension drains out of him like water down a drain. he nods slowly, kissing your neck gently. "yeah, yeah. we can rest." he turns off the water and steps out of the shower, grabbing two towels.
he dries you off gently, his touch completely different now - soft, caring, loving. he wraps the towel around you before drying himself quickly. as he hangs up the towels, he glances at you in the mirror, checking for bruises. you chuckle softly, "i'm okay gumi." he nods slowly, but his eyes linger on the red handprints on your ass and the marks his fingers left on your hips. He touches them gently, his brows furrowing. "i was rough." it's not an apology, just a statement of fact. "too rough." he leads you back to the bedroom, pulling back the covers. "get in."
"mm yeah" he nods, climbing into bed beside you and pulling the covers over both of you. he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back against his chest, resting his chin on top of your head. His voice is soft now, gentle. "don't move." he's tired. you both are.
"i love you. gumi." he smiles slightly against your hair, his eyes already drifting closed. he loves it when you say that. it's his favorite word from your lips. "i love you too," he murmurs sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "so much..." his breathing evens out quickly.
you drift off into your boyfriends arms, your breathing evening out. megumi never falls asleep first after sex, he feels it's wrong, though lucky for him you're already knocked out once you got "i love you too."
– but theres one thing you know, megumi has never been good at communicating.
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