#megumi fushi x reader

[pupkashi]

when you’re sick

includes gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta

a/n: hi friends !! here are some headcanons on how the boys are when you’re sick </3 ty for the request and let me know what y’all think !! i also have a megumi drabble w sick!reader if u wanted more tooth rotting fluff :]

masterlist

— gojo satoru !

surprises you with how easily he slips into the role of a caretaker, immediately diagnoses you with ease and is providing you the perfect medicine to remedy your illness

“drink this tea i made it’ll help clear your nose up and help with your cough,” you state at him skeptically, but sure enough within the hour you feel better than you had the past few days

when you ask him how he just knows all these things he smiles fondly, “megumi went through a phase where he got sick quite often so i picked up a couple things”

cuddles you despite your protests of getting him sick, hits you with ‘im the strongest’ before pulling you into his chest, a smile on his face when you’re asleep within minutes

isn’t a great cook but he orders you so many soups and foods that know will be good for you !! wakes you up between naps to make sure you eat food and drink water, pedialite or gatorade

he finds you so adorable when you’re sick :( you’re just so clingy and soft and you need him there with you and it’s finally him taking care of you rather than the other way around and he’s just so happy to be the one taking care of you <3

“i know i look terrible right now” you chuckled and gojo only shook his head, smoothing your hair to make it look less of a mess and kissing your forehead

“you could never look terrible to me, lovebug” maybe it was the slightly high feeling from the nyquil or maybe this was all a fever dream but your bottom lip wobbled a bit as you looked at your lover

he’d never seemed more angelic than he did now, the sun rising casting a glow around his snowy hair, his beautiful blue eyes peering over the sunglasses he’d get to take off from his medicine run, his touch was relaxing as you melted into it

“i love you, angel boy” you mumbled, placing a kiss to his cheek before fluttering your eyes closed and drifting to sleep

gojo was left with a smile on his face, his cheeks rosy as he replied to you, “and i love you sweetheart”

— nanami kento !

warned you to take some medicine two days before you got even more sick but you brushed it off, “I’m not even sick this is just because of the change in weather” he’ll shake his head

it’s 1:47 am two days later when he reads the text you’ve sent him ‘i have a fever :(’ he can’t help the snicker that leaves his mouth as he slips on some pants and a shirt, heading out the door and on his way to yours

he takes your temperature by kissing your forehead

if you don’t have any medicine at yours he’ll probably just ask if it’s okay for you to go to his and if you say yes he’ll grab a couple changes of clothes for you, packing your bathroom stuff in a baggy and carrying to his car, placing you softly in the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt before rushing to the drivers side and heading back home

if you decide you’d rather stay home he’ll rush to his place and come back with all his medicine and things to make good herbal teas

brings half his damn fridge to make you soup tomorrow morning because he does not plan on leaving your side until you’re better !!!

makes the best chicken noodle soup you’ve ever had, he smiled when you finish your entire bowl, happy that at least you haven’t lost your appetite

makes sure to do everything to keep your fever down, a frown on his face when you since as he takes away your blankets and presses cold towels to your feverish skin

comforts you all night, holds you tightly to his body when you tell him how much your body aches

makes sure you stay on schedule with medicine, cooking you light meals to keep down, will even spoon feed you

tells you how proud he is of you for finishing your food before telling you to drink some water and get rest :-(

cleans your apartment for you, does your laundry if you have some piled up, will help you shower if your fever has been gone for long enough but you feel too exhausted

when you’re finally feeling better he kisses your forehead, grabbing his keys and you’re pouting on the couch, “going to work already?” he can’t help but smile at how hard you were trying to hide how sad you were

“I’m going to get us more groceries, i won’t be long” a smile on his face when your face relaxes a bit, “i promise” he reassures, walking over and kissing your cheek before waving goodbye and hurrying back to you

once you’re all healthy you invite him for dinner, cooking him his favorite thing you make and buying some dessert for the two of you to share

“thank you for taking care of me” you smile, your head resting on his firm chest, his arm that was draped over your shoulders pulled you in tighter

“I’ll take care of you any time you need me, my love”

he’s perfect :(

— fushiguro megumi !

when you tell him you’re sick he wants to drop everything and just be by your side, he knows how stubborn you can be and he wants to make sure you actually take care of yourself rather than brushing your needs off

shows up at your door with all kinds of medicine, takes you’re temperature and has you sit on the couch, asking if you’ve taken medicine or not

can tell pretty quickly if you have a cold or something else, giving you the appropriate medicine and putting away the others in your designated medicine cabinet or nook

makes you a packet of maggi soup because he doesn’t know if he trusts himself enough to make good enough chicken noodle soup that you’ll actually keep down

becomes so soft !!! with h be smiling at you the entire time to make you feel better, tells you anecdotes and listens to his favorite songs with you <3

will put on your favorite movies and watch them in bed with you, promising he won’t get sick from a couple cuddles

laughs at all of your lame jokes instead of rolling his eyes like usual, he thinks it’s the least he can do when you’re running a high fever and you’re slightly delirious

will try his best to be with you at all times but if there’s a mission he has to take or gojo won’t stop bothering him about he will text you or call you to make sure you eat and take medicine

says he hates dealing with you for the 15 minutes it takes for nyquil to fully kick in but he secretly loves how you’ll start serenading him with whatever song he played last or how you tell him you could beat his ass even in this condition

followed by a pathetic attempt of a punch which he allows to hit him, “okay let’s calm down Muhammad Ali” you giggle at his comment

“you’re so funny gumi! why don’t you ever tell anyone else jokes?” he blushes and shakes his head, finishing tucking you in and placing a kiss on your nose

“i save the best ones for you, pretty” you smile widely, your eyelids becoming heavier with every passing moment

“love you megumi” you murmur, instinctively curling into his side, he blushes and your breathing evens out, “i love you more,” he replies in a gentle whisper

when the others find out all he’s done for you while you were sick they call him when they get sick, only for him to hang up the phone after telling them to look it up

— itadori yuji !

poor angel boy assumes the worst and races over to your place in fear that you’re dying

“y/n?! are you alright?” the concern is evident in his voice and even more obvious when you see his brows intensely furrowed and lips sitting in a small pout

“yuj, i said i was coughing a lot and might be sick not that i was on the brink of death” he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly with the smallest of smiles

honestly doesn’t know what to do, he never really got sick and his grandfather always took care of himself enough where yuji didn’t have to worry

asks you what your symptoms are and you roll your eyes, deciding to entertain him for a bit

his eyes are wide as web MD practically tells him you’re dying in two hours and there’s no cure for your ailments

“I’m sorry i didn’t buy you flowers everyday, im sorry i didn’t get us concert tickets for the group you liked please forgive me when you pass on!” there’s a couple tears in his eyes and you almost feel bad for laughing

“yuji, lover boy, it’s probably just my allergies, im not gonna die” “oh? why didn’t you say so earlier” his tears are gone and he’s seemingly perfectly composed and you can’t help but fall a little harder for the dork in front of you

he’ll buy you medicine so long as you tell him what kind, and he’ll cook some meatballs for you to eat, happy that he’s keeping you fed and not completely useless

will cuddle with you if you get a fever, holding your impossibly close to him, whispering sweet nothings in your ears so you could get some rest

he’ll do anything you need him to do so that you can rest with peace of mind, laundry? done, dishes? washed, floor? sweeped and moped, you have any assignments or something you have to turn in while you’re sick? he’s asking nobara for her to chegg account or googling how to do it

doesn’t let you do a single thing until you’re better !! even helps you shower, sings for you while he shampoos and conditions your hair, if it’s long enough to make a spikes or a mohawk he will definitely do it

just such a sweet kind soul that will provide you with anything you need while you’re sick, and though the first time he’s inexperienced, by the time you get sick again he’s ready with any and all medicines and tea remedies to help nurse you back to health <3

— inumaki toge !

competes with nanami for best personal nurse !!! absolutely will do the most to get you healthy again

“sorry toge, gonna have to cancel our date for tonight i think I’m getting a fever” you spoke over the phone, “mustard leaf?” “my body just really hurts and i feel a little hot, you don’t have to come over i don’t wanna get you sick”

“bonito flakes” he frowns, hanging up the phone before you can protest already making his way to yours, stopping by the store to buy a couple things for you

amazing cook !!! makes you all sorts of things that have all the vitamins and things you need that aren’t too heavy

gives you pedialite to keep you hydrated and makes sure you drink every last drop of it

very firm when it comes to you taking your medicine, doesn’t care if you hate it or think you’re all better, you will be drinking the disgusting cherry flavor he bought (turns out you were not better as you almost got a fever that night had it not been for taking the medicine earlier)

#1 cuddler !!! “i don’t wanna get you sick” a pout on your face, inumaki shakes his head, “fish flakes” you giggle as he works his way next to you, “everyone gets sick, you’re saying you’ve never been sick?” “salmon”

he’s so warm and welcoming and you’re immediately melting into his arms so you choose to believe that he won’t get sick as you snore softly on his chest

won’t let you use more than one blanket if you have a fever, places damp towels on your body to control your fever, apologizes in kisses and cuddles along with amazing soup

will get you anything you need from the store so that you can take time to fully recover and sleep, never telling you how much it was even though he’s also buying you snacks and ice cream

absolutely will binge watch a tv show with you !! you guys get absolutely hooked on Hell’s Kitchen, blowing through an entire season in one day

toge grows convinced Gordon Ramsey would be a terrible curse to exorcise, you can’t help but giggle at his words

he is just so caring and amazing and will get you to pristine condition in no time :( as soon as you’re better you pepper his face in kisses and make him burst into a fit of giggle

you definitely take him out on a much deserved date afterwards (he gets food poisoning and then you have to take care of him) (he denies that this counts as being sick)

— okkotsu yuta !

gets so worried !! that poor boy is asking questions faster than you can answer on the other end of the line

“do you have a fever? a cough? food poisoning? is there medicine at home? I’m on my way back” you don’t get to argue before you hear the tone of him hanging up

it’s a while later that he shows up, taking you in his arms and kissing your forehead, “you’re burning up! we have to get you out of these layers what are you thinking?” leads you to bed, shocked at how many blankets you were in before his arrival

changes you into shorts and one of his t shirts, asking if you’ve eaten before he even hands you medicine

if you hadn’t he’ll whip up something quick, making sure you eat everything before giving you medicine and placing you in his lap, smoothing down your hair and talking to you about his day as you struggle to stay awake

places you in bed and ticks you in, cleaning up any tissues that were on the nightstand or on the floor, washing the dishes and putting your clothes to wash

he’s preparing dinner for the two of you when he hears you quiet calls for him

“yuta?” your voice is small and he’s next to you almost instantly, “what is it baby?” he frowns when he takes your temperature again, even higher than before

he’ll give you some more medicine, getting in bed with you and cuddling you to warm you up, his chest tightening as he feels your body shake a bit

makes you lots of teas for you to drink throughout the day, gives you so much water and soups !!!

when you’re okay enough to shower he’ll change your sheets, wash your pillows and blankets and set out fresh cleans for you

babies you so so much <3 doesn’t let you lift a finger and will get you absolutely anything you want (he has to remember to cancel his free trial on Hulu since you wanted to watch rio but neither of you had the streaming service)

very gentle with you !! brushes your hair out of your face with the softest touch in the world, his calloused fingers just barely touching your skin

will lay in bed with you for as long as you want, running a calming hand up and down your back or arm until you sleep or he gets up to get you something you need

he is just so attentive and sweet the entire time, never once missing the chance to tell you how much he loves and cares for you

#gojo satoru headcanons #nanami kento headcanons #megumi fushiguro headcanons #itadori yuji headcanons #inumaki toge headcanons #okkotsu yuta headcanons #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #megumi fushi x reader #itadori yuji x reader #inumaki toge x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #sick!reader #jjk x Sick!reader #jjk comfort fic #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons

[yutas-girlfriend]

megumi x reader oneshot

you and megumi get into an argument about your safety.

warnings: nothing too nsfw, makeout, yelling

looking him dead in the eyes, without a hint of hesitation, you notice his eyes flare like a fire being fed with gasoline. his jaw clenches and he swiftly grabs your wrist urgently and begins stomping away. a look of confusion and excitement spreads accross your face as the rest of the group begins to chatter once more.

you’ve always known how to press megumis buttons. hes an easy target, practically anything can annoy him to the point of snapping, and you fed off it. you were an excellent fighter both physically and with words, and so was megumi. you fought day in and day out since your return to jujutsu tech, but this was different. this was not a normal friend fight. the only thing you didn’t enjoy arguing about was your safety. he was no saint, definitely a rule breaker, but not in a way that would jeopardize his ability to see you again. you on the other hand, were a rule breaker without many boundaries. you often found yourselves fighting about the situations you got yourself into, and the possible danger.

he dragged you into the nearest classroom and sat down on one of the few desks. it was dark, with only the sunset shining through the windows. you wanted to get this over with, it was getting late now. you begin rubbing your temples, as he exhales sharply.

“i just dont want you to get hurt. you have to understand where im coming from, don’t you?“ he says sharply, looking at your face once more.

“i never said i didn’t understand, but i’m fine. i always am. name one time i’ve been seriously hurt.” the words sting as they come out of your mouth. you already know whats coming next. he huffs, and a small sarcastic chuckle leaves him.

“name one? just one fucking time of the hundreds youve been seriously injured? are you kidding me?” he begins standing and walking towards you, stopping a few inches from your face. “i didnt see you for months because you went on that stupid mission that almost got you killed! ” he says loudly. “what about the time you decided to be a hero and go back for that woman? or the time you jumped in front of me? you are lucky to be alive.” he says pointing at you as he stares daggers into your eyes. you’re no pussy, so you stand staring back at him, not breaking eye contact for a second. he’s breathing heavily, his arms hanging loosely. your pissed, but even when the rage he fuels you with is flowing in your veins, you have to admit hes beautiful. he has a tall, slender but purely muscular frame. his jet black hair is messy but purposely, it sits softly framing his face. his bright eyes gleam in the sun light, as the bright beams bounce around the room, reflecting off the perfectly polished button on his jacket. but by far, one of his best features, were his lips. never dry, always perfectly plump and a soft pink colour, even though he bit them when he was angry, uncomfortable or nervous. you allow yourself a swift momentary glance at his lips. his breathing hitches for a moment. shit. he noticed. he looks at yours. shit. hes still breathing as if hes angry, the rage from before still sitting with you both. you continue breathing heavily and staring at each other, but the anger is slowly fading. it seems to be replaced by something else, something deeper. lust?

in the blink of an eye, he grips your face from above as he steps forwards and kisses you roughly. you grip the sides of his neck as you continue. he moves his hands slowly downward to your hips as you press yourself to his chest. you pull closer and suck his lip gently, clearly igniting something within him. you place your leg upwards towards his hip as he moves his hands to your thighs, lifting you up and onto the counter by the wall. he moves his hands to your hips and pulling you closer to him. you grab his hair in your hand, pulling his face as close as it could possibly be to your own. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull his hips against your own. he kisses you harder, and you let out a small hum at the feeling.

suddenly, he pulls his mouth from yours, a string of saliva between you. he looks drunk, eyes droopy and hair messy. he kisses you one more, but softer, much more tender this time. he holds your face in his hands and you place your own over top. he pulls away once more and rests his forehead against your own. “please be careful,” he mumbles, placing his face in the crook of your neck. your hands find his again, and you turn your head slightly so he can hear. “i’ll try,” you say quietly back.

he lets out a sigh of relief.

#jjk #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #make out #angst #yelling #oneshot #megumi x reader #megumi x you #jujutsu kaisen megumi #fushiguro x reader #jjk fushiguro #fushiguro x y/n #jujutsu kaisen fushiguro #fushi

[sukunaslittlesluttyboy]

yuuji x ftm reader Headcannons! (+ megumi)

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Sfw!

-he’ll make you take binder breaks if you haven’t got top surgery!

-If you are feeling insecure about your body, or are being bullied for it, first he’ll beat the shit out of them, then cuddle, and kiss you all over

for example:

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“are you ok sweetie?” He kissed you all over your face “my sweet boy, are you?” He asked you that every 1 minute , you nodded everytime, not wanting to worry him any further.

“m’ok yuu..just tired” you sniffed up your snot, that was about to run out, he wiped your tears “ok..ok let’s rest up then, ok?” He kissed your forehead, once again, before falling asleep holding you.

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-if you DID get top surgery, without a doubt, yuuji would kiss your scars when you guys are lying down in bed, or he’ll just simply trace them with his finger, or even draw stars on them ^^

For example:

you giggled as you felt yuujis finger trace your scars, him giving them little kisses “yuuji..” you smiled “hm? What is it?” He asked scooting up to your neck, nesting his head into your neck, as he starting kissing it.

“I was thinking about..mh..g—going on a date” you whimpered, as he suckled at your neck “hm….ok” he continued sucking.

— -He shares all his clothes with you, no questions asked, the idea of you walking around in his clothes makes him so happy :D

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nsfw! (Skip if needed)

-he absolutely loves the sounds that come out your mouth, it gets him more aroused, slamming himself into you harder, his thrusting getting faster.

-ok this may sound mean but I don’t find yuuji one to last long, probably only lasts like 2-3 minutes, but he has a bunch of stamina…8-9 rounds at tops.

-if you want, he lets you top sometimes, when you do he becomes all submissive as you ride his cock.

-he’s a superrrr soft dom, but if you are bratty, I don’t think he’ll be as caring.

-probably shares you with megumi

-for his cock….hmmm…I’d say 6-7 inches? Hes cock isn’t that big to him so he tries his best to reach your sweet spot, but since he doesn’t think he’s big enough for you he usually puts you in a full Nelson, he’s more of a girthy guy sooo, his girth is 4 inches

for example:

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Such a good boy for me,” he kissed your pussy gently, eyes catching yours making you moan, your back arching. “So handsome,” kiss “so gorgeous” kiss

“yuuji….~hng..” you moan, “you taste so good my love, I can stay like this forever,” he said as he continued to rub his thumb on your clit, “y—yuuj-! Mgh!~” you yelped, you were so close, but yuuji stopped toying with you “uh-uh-uh sorry baby, you can only cum when I say so m’kay?” He cooed, your body shaking, your hair started to stick to your forehead, drool started falling down from your mouth, yuuji almost came, you looked you handsome “ how about this my prince, we can cum together, hm?” you nodded so fast, your cunt getting wetter and wetter at the second, grinding on his leg, he didn’t notice until you started mowing louder “yuuj-“ megumi cut off as he saw you two, “Megs! U-uhm..um.” it was silent for at least 5 minutes, you broke the silence with a loud moan, the both of them were confused until yuuji looked down, you came all over the bed, and on yuujis leg, “hey megs, wanna join?” He grinned, megumi looked shocked for a moment but… “sure, why not.” Megumi shrugs.

“y-y-you two are kidding right?! I can’t fit the both of you at the same time.!” You cried out, megumi rubbing your clit, as he chuckled “you’re shaking honey” he kissed your forehead, “he just came fushi” yuuji replied, you were frozen with shocked, until you felt megumis mouth graze your pussy.

“g—gumi?! What are you doing” you shrieked “what does it look like?” He replied, “gah!~ mgh..!” You cried as yuuji slammed his cock into you, “let’s work together, k megs?” Yuuji said, megumi nodded and started to eat you out, as yuuji thrusted in and out.

“W—wait nu!~ s—sensitive…!” You wailed, grabbing at megumis hair, trying to pull him back from licking your cunt, “hes gettin close megs” yuuji moaned as you tightened around him.

“s—stop gumi!! I-I-it’ll go all over!” You whined, and whined until yuuji slammed into you your mouth open as you let out a silent scream.

you came all over megumis face, and yuujis lap “ff-fuck…[name]…you got so tight I couldn’t pull out” yuuji whimpered, “some of your cum got in my eye” megumi grinned.

megumi licking yuujis cum out of your hole, “baby? You alright?” Yuuji asked as your eyes fluttered, one of your eyes half lidded and the other one fully open, they somehow knocked you into sub-space “honey?” Megs whispered “mmh…m’o-ok, m’…” you slurred and your words sounded more short.

“tired…” you murmured before falling asleep in yuujis arms, “ahh..no fair…” yuuji pouted, megumi looked up st yuuji “wanna fuck him till he wakes up?” Oh boy, once you wake up your tummy’s going to be full of their cum. :(

#yuuji x ftm reader #megumi x ftm reader #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #ftm reader #ftm sub #ftm bottom #jujutsu kaisen #itafushi #Megumi x itadori x ftm reader

[sukunastoy]

Little Tease

Megumi x fem!reader NSFW

Straight to the point…you’ve been a little tease all day and Megumi is going to fuck it out of you.

CW: Rough sex, brief choking, cervix fucking, unprotected sex, creampie.

WC: <;1k

It didn't take long for the dark haired male to pull you into his dorm room and shut the door behind, rather promptly. Though you still behaved like a little tease, prancing away from him as he turned to you, he had already seen enough, and you weren't going to get away with it for much longer. 

"What are you gonna do to me, Fushi'?" your giggles echoed through his room and a large hand quickly clasped over it to muffle the sound. 

Megumi scowled at your sounds and grumbled slightly. "I told you...NO noise."

A pout pulled your face down as you let your doll eyes look up at him, watching the clothing come off of him quickly as he disposed of it to the floor. "But I like bein' loud..." 

"Not with Itadori in the next room." 

His hands were already pulling your shirt off above your head, and small yelps of excitement fell from your lips, knowing your lacy underwear was surely soaked by his actions. Megumi was straight to the point when it came to fucking you, and at first, you didn't like it, but his impatient greediness of needing to be inside you became such a turn-on. 

Being roughly pushed down to your back, your hands frantically began rolling down your leggings. He snatched the waistband from your grip, pulling them down forcefully as you playfully kicked your legs in retaliation. Your bratty actions always made him more aggressive when he finally got in between your legs, and it was so exciting, watching his face contort between a mix of aggravation and pleasure. 

With no prep, already knowing your needy cunt was nice and slicked up, fully prepared to take him, he pulled you to the edge of the bed, letting the fat of your ass hang off a little. Leaving one hand firm around your thigh, he used the other to grab onto the base of his cock, shoving himself into your quivering cunt with such haste you already let out a cry of ecstasy, feeling his thick meat fill you to the hilt. 

A hand quickly came over your mouth to silence you. However, his immediate bruising pace created more erotic noises as his hips slammed into you repeatedly, the loud smacking of excited bodies filling the otherwise silent room.

His thrusts were deep and forceful, making sure to bury his fat cock as far as he could each time he dove back into your cunt, already battering into that rough patch of sensitivity within your gummy walls. Your quiet cries and moans were muffled through his hand until he finally moved a hand to the underside of your thigh, shoving your leg back and out to the side so he could intrude deeper, enjoying the way your face scrunched slightly each time the head of his cock met your cervix with such force. The masochistic slut within you couldn't help but squirt all over his cock from the delicious pain, knowing you were making a mess all over the edge of his bed and floor. Still, clearly, he didn't care as he fucked himself harder into you, getting your creamy pussy to leave the aroused residue at the base of his cock in a sticky white ring. 

"S'messy..." he grunted breathlessly, the squelching of your pleasure dancing into his ears. His palm settled at the base of your throat, his thumb barely squeezing into your skin to keep you quiet, but your increasing whimpering and moans gave him such satisfaction at the moment he couldn't bear to silence you. 

Gripping onto your right bouncing breast, his fingers and palm squished the fatty mound, holding it firmly as he felt your walls start to clench onto him. Knowing you were about to spill out onto him, he threw another strong hand over your mouth, anticipating your moans to get louder as he began to roughly fuck himself into your sopping hot mess, propping himself up with his other arm next to your head as he savagely chased his high. 

"Y-yes! Fuck me...Fuck me..!" your nearly sobbing voice pleads, with your gummy walls squeezing him tightly and your eyes rolling back as an intense deep orgasm flooded your body. His hand lowered to your jaw and upper neck, listening to your cracked moans and wails as you did your best to not scream out, even as much as you wanted to. 

"F-Fuck...s'good..! F...Fushi...!”

Growling in lust at your release, he couldn't stand to hold himself any longer. His rhythmic pace immediately faltered, his cum spilling into you recklessly and without control, as your creamy walls continued to milk his cock through both of your highs.

Both panting heavily, Megumi closed the gap between you, kissing your cheek softly as you both came down, bodies sweaty and tired. "Stop being a tease all day..." he grumbled, sighing as his body relaxed.

"But its so much more fun." you giggled back to him, wrapping your legs around his hips and nuzzling your face into his neck, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours.

Thanks for reading!! A re-upload of an old/lost post. <;33

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #megumi smut #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro smut #jjk smut #jjk drabbles

[moonlight-alphafemale]

Anxiety sucks so much. I hope you’re feeling ok. Can I request megumi confessing to his alpha after he’s been avoiding them?

Yes✨

Words left unspoken

Omega!Megumi x Alpha!reader

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“Fushiguro!” You waved towards Megumi with a smile, Megumi looked away from you and walked away from you.

It had become a regular occurrence. When you tried to speak with Megumi, he always ran off like a fearful animal. You couldn't figure out why and it really hurt your feelings.

“Salmon...?” Inumaki asked, coming up beside you.

“Yeah, he's still avoiding me...” you muttered, Inumaki frowned and hugged you. He knew how much you really liked Megumi.

“Tuna...?” Inumaki asked again.

“No, I have no idea why he keep running from me...” you sighed heavily in frustration, resting your chin on top of Inumaki's head.

“Bonito flakes!” Inumaki said encouragingly, looking up at you with determination.

“No Inu... I can't confront him.” You said quietly, avoiding the omega's gaze as he looked up at you with a disappointed look.

“hmm...” Inumaki thought for a moment, taping his chin as he thought. His face lit up and he searched in the bag on his shoulder.

“Tuna! Tuna!” Inumaki eagerly handed you a piece of paper and a pencil.

“No, I'm not writing a letter!” you huffed, “I'll just give him time to work out whatever it is that's bothering him.”

Inumaki sighed and shook his head at your unwillingness to comfort Megumi directly, you rolled your eyes and pouted.

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You slowly entered your room and dropped your bag down beside the door, you spied a small piece of paper on your pillow that hadn't been there before. You sat down on your bed and picked up the paper, reading it quietly.

Meet me at the entrance at 12:00

–Fushiguro

Megumi wanted to meet you. Maybe he'd finally tell you why he'd been avoiding you. You looked at the clock, it was only 8:45 pm, it'd be a while before the agreed meeting time. The note smelled like him, it made you happy to smell his scent again.

You pressed the note against your chest and smiled softly, you loved his beautiful scent of apples which ironically, was your favorite fruit. You sighed and stood up looked out the window.

“I'm coming, Fushi...” you muttered before getting prepared to leave.

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You stood outside of the entrance of the school, twiddling your thumbs as you waited for Megumi to arrive.

“Hey...” Megumi came up behind you. You repressed a large smile, trying not to show your joy. You were still upset with him for avoiding you.

“Why have you been avoiding me...” you huffed, avoiding his gaze.

“I just... I needed so time to process....” Megumi looked down at his feet. “M–My feelings for you...”

“huh...” it took you a minute to process what he said, Fushiguro had feelings for you!

“Your feelings for me...?” you blinked, you felt your cheeks turning red. “You like me...?”

Megumi blushed with a gentle smile, “Yes... I do...”

Megumi wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you, a gentle purr resonated from his throat. “I love you...”

You smiled brightly as Megumi hugged you, you buried your nose into Megumi's hair, taking in his comforting scent.

“I want you as my alpha...” Megumi muttered, looking up at you with those pretty eyes. “Would you... Be mine...?”

“Yes...” You smiled from ear to ear as you hugged Megumi.

#fushiguro megumi #jjk #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #alpha beta omega dynamics #a/b/o #omegamale #my writing

[1tad0ri]

Imagine Reader isn’t a native Japanese speaker and Megs bangin her so hard she reverts to babbling nonsense in her mother tongue

haha...

hc that fushiguro finds ur native language super hot <3

you’re always pushing at his buttons, leaning close when you sit next to him watching a movie, clothed tits pressing into the side of his arm as you whisper something in your mother tongue into his ear. for fuck’s sake he only understands half of what you’re saying (you had taught him a little bit... that had also been hot he thinks, watching how the words rolled off your tongue so smoothly as he clumsily tried to recreate them) but just the mold of the syllables, the heat of your breath, the kiss you brush against the tip of his ear—fucking all of it, it’s just... ugh.

other times you crack jokes in your language under your breath that only you can understand but it’s funny to watch how he frowns at you, trying to look annoyed but you know it’s really because he wants to know what’s so funny too :( watching you converse with others in your language—god he’s so jealous, feels so left out. the little smirk you give him tells him you do this on purpose because the unbothered facade he always puts on is funny to watch.

fuck, you are so fucking hot to him. he loves you any other time, but for now he feels the current situation of you being pounded into the mattress and crying out a string of words he couldn’t understand even if he tried to is ideal. you’re creaming around his cock, slick coating your inner thighs and lashes drawn downwards in the midst of your haze. you look a little sleepy he thinks, a little messy, a little bit like you want to be fucked some more. and so megumi leans down to suck lightly at the skin of your jaw, wet kisses traveling along the edge, tiny bites sinking into the angle. all the while, there’s a sticky babble of foreign words falling from your tongue. he can’t make it out really, although he does hear you calling his name amongst the broken syllables. there’s only one thing he knows he needs to say and that you need to hear as he softly strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers, kissing you. “i’ve got you.”

#fushiguro #i like this concept... a lot. thank you for sharing babie i am ruined 🧎‍♀️ #pls u know i can’t let fushi off the hook w/o a little good-natured teasing at the start <3 i would truly be a nightmare for him #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader

[i-cant-sing]

When Gojo finds out that baby reader has been kidnapped by the zenin, oh boy oh boy 😬

Okay, so this is how I fit Gojo into the whole Zenin Clan x baby Fushiguro story:

Baby Fushiguro, being a Zenin and Toji's daughter, is gifted. She has quite high cursed energy, which is what attracted the Zenin Clan in the first place and the reason why the kidnapped you. Toji always knew you were gifted but he didn't want to endanger you by sending you off to Jujutsu high or some other sorcerer school, so that's why he kept you hidden, but alas Naoya stole you away.

Anyways, while Toji, Megumi and the Zenin twins are trying to find you, Gojo somehow gets the wind of this. A child with special cursed energy has gone missing. After hearing from Mei Mei about how there's a new child at the Zenin Clan, and interrogating Megumi why he's so unfocused during training, he connected the dots. Promising to help Megumi, he quietly went over to the Zenin house and saw with his own eyes, a child with exceptional cursed energy, especially at such a young age. Gojo smiled when you suddenly stopped running around in the garden to look directly in his direction, even though he was using his cursed energy to hide himself.

Curious, he used his domain expansion to trap you in. He wanted to talk to you without anyone meddling. Gojo walked towards you and bent down, smiling when you looked at him with interest.

"I'm Gojo. What's your name?"

You were quite for a few moments before you answered. "Y/n. Y/n Fushi- Zenin."

Zenin? Had the family already started to brainwash you. Gojo watched as you stared at his blindfold. Before he could stop you, you had already grabbed onto the cloth, pulling it away to reveal his blue eyes.

Gojo's breath hitched as he realised you had touched him. He was sure he had his Infinity on- you shouldn't have been able to touch him.

Maybe I turned it off for a second.

Gojo raised his hand and pushed it in your direction. His Infinity was definitely on this time, and the sorcerer held his breath as you watched you smack your hand against his, yelling "High five!" and giggling.

Gojo thought about his next move. Should he kill you? But for what reason? That you were able to cross his Infinity?

He could take you.

Yeah. Gojo agreed with himself. The Zenin clan are training you to become a sorcerer, and if history repeats itself like it did with Toji Fushiguro, you could become a powerful weapon against humans. Sure, your cursed energy was still no match for his, but it definitely was a force to be reckoned with.

But if he takes you away, not only he can train you properly, but he can also keep you in check, stop you before you cause any harm. He could keep you safe and keep everyone safe from you.

The decision was made. Gojo was taking you with him.

"Y/n." You looked at him. "Your brother, Megumi, sent me here to get you. Do you wanna go home now?" Your eyes lit up at the mention of your brother and you nodded excitedly.

See? You are too naive.

Opening up his domain, Gojo picked you up and flew into the air, going back to his place.

While Gojo left the Zenin residence, he had no idea the rift he was going to cause between the Zenin Clan and Toji Fushiguro, who had found out that his clan had kidnapped his baby.

So, when he comes to collect you, the Zenin clan is already in chaos as they think that Toji Fushiguro had already kidnapped you.

Will the two bond together to find you? Or will they continue to fight among themselves, excusing each other of harming you?

And what will happen when Sukuna comes to know about this gifted child?

#yandere gojo #yandere gojo satoru #yandere gojo saturo #yandere toji fushiguro #yandere megumi fushiguro #yandere zenin clan #yandere zenin family #yandere naoya zenin #yandere sukuna ryomen #yandere ryomen sukuna #yander sukuna #yandere sukuna #sukuna ryoumen x reader #sakuna x reader #yandere sakuna ryomen #sakuna ryomen #yandere sakuna #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #toji fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x reader #naoya x reader #yandere yuji itadori #itadori yuji x reader

[wri0thesley]

A Well Rounded Education (1): Suspension (Fem!Reader x Toji Fushiguro, 5k)

series synopsis: You are a teacher’s aid to teacher Gojo Satoru, training to be able to take over your own class next year by shadowing and helping him out. Gojo does not make things easy for anybody.

chapter synopsis: One of your favourite students has been suspended for fighting, and Gojo has palmed off the meeting with his guardian to go through all of the paperwork and facts and conditions on you. “Don’t worry,” Gojo says. “It’ll be Megumi’s sister, she always takes care of this kind of stuff!”. Gojo is wrong.

NSFW. AFAB reader, fem pronouns. dom/sub dynamics, light fearplay and predator/prey elements. piv sex.

(a well rounded education m.list and navigation)

1.

“I’ve got all these other parents to deal with,” Gojo whines at you, pushing the papers into your hands. “And I hate paperwork, and I don’t have time to meet with Megumi’s family today – hell, if it were up to me, the kid wouldn’t even be suspended! Those guys had it coming!”

Gojo is not a very good teacher. Both of you know that – no matter how justified – violence never solves violence. Gojo, you think, would let these kids fight it out in an arena instead of solving things like an adult. You heave a large sigh as you look down at the papers detailing Megumi Fushiguro’s three-day suspension for fighting during school hours.

You’d seen Megumi before he’d gone home. He hadn’t had so much as a scratch on him; his face set in a frown, his arms crossed, his eyes downcast. You’d sighed at him and asked him if he was alright, and he’d shrugged.

He’s not a very talkative boy at the best of times, and you suppose that the suspension and the fight and the mini uproar it had caused in the school aren’t helping be any more verbose. You’d said goodbye to him and said that you hoped he thought about what had transpired today, your heart aching a little bit that you couldn’t be any more help to him.

You’d seen the three boys Megumi had got into a fight with, too. They had not gotten off so scot-free – they were bleeding noses, scraped cheeks, bruised eyes. At the very least, you don’t think any of them will get on Megumi’s wrong side again.

Gojo has to meet with all three of their parents tonight to give them the full story of why their children are so roughed up and what’s being done about it; a position that’s been doled out to him, you’re sure, because Principal Masamichi blames him for the incident and is punishing him. You can’t deny that seeing Gojo actually get punished for something is nice, but--

“Won’t they be mad to see me instead of you?” You ask him, biting your lip. “I mean . . . you’re his teacher. I’m just your aid.”

“Oh,” Gojo’s eyebrows rise behind his glasses. “No, it’ll be Megumi’s sister who’ll come, she’s a sweetheart! She’ll nod at you and say mournfully that she’ll talk to him and you’ll give her the paperwork, and that’s all – job done! Honestly, if I could palm this off on you and talk to Tsumiki instead, I’d do it in a heartbeat--”

“This is your job,” you tell him, exasperated, and he laughs wide and open. You’re not really supposed to get like this with him – if he were any other teacher, you’re sure that the exasperation and sighing and half-snapping you do would have had you thrown out of their class – but Gojo treats your irritation with him as if it’s the funniest thing that has ever happened. “You’re supposed to be good at dealing with this kind of thing!”

He shrugs.

“You’ll be fine!” He tells you, again. “Honestly, this isn’t the first time this has happened with Megumi and it won’t be the last. That kid’s got a right hook that could knock out an elephant!”

You do not ask him how he knows this. Asking too many questions of Gojo is always flirting with danger; you never know when his mouth will flash into a grin and you’ll suddenly be barraged with a flood of words and stories that don’t quite make sense and never seem to have a concrete end. But you can’t resist one last question – just in case it comes up. After all, it seems that Gojo has spoken to Tsumiki enough times for him to at least kind of know her--

“His sister?”

Gojo looks at you, and for a moment the shroud of capricious energy lifts from him, and he seems entirely serious. You’ve noticed this particular change in him only a few times – and often, those times have been about the more difficult backstories of students.

“His father isn’t around very often,” he says, eventually. “He’s some kind of something or other, Megumi never really says, but whatever he does, there’s a lot of travelling involved. Tsumiki’s his older sister – she’s twenty one, and she’s been more of a parent to him than it seems like his dad has.”

No wonder Megumi always seems suspicious and tired of Gojo. Something about his flighty nature probably strokes the back of Megumi’s psyche, where annoyances about an absent father are kept. You sigh, turning away and shaking your head to rid yourself of the idea of psychoanalysing the students.

“Alright,” you say wearily. “I’ll talk to Tsumiki.”

2.

You’re nervous as you set up for the meeting. You know Gojo had said that this would be easy, that Tsumiki was very sweet and would probably apologise to you for Megumi being a problem – but still! This is the first time you’ve ever met any of your students’ guardian figures in any capacity. You feel kind of bad that it had to be for this kind of news, actually – ordinarily, you like Megumi a lot. He’s very intense and serious and clever, and you think that he has a bright future ahead of him when the trials of being a twelve year old boy finally are over – but this meeting isn’t for saying things like that. This meeting is for giving details of the three day suspension that Megumi has gotten for – you check the paperwork again – fighting three boys by himself on one of the sports courts, making them bleed and . . . breaking one of their arms? No wonder Gojo had seemed so miserable at the thought of meeting with the victims’ parents.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair, making sure that it still sits as neatly as you’d arranged it that morning. You check the clock to see you still have two minutes before anyone is due – you discreetly check your lipstick in a compact mirror (yesterday you’d had it on your teeth and you hadn’t realised until Mai had pointed it out with a laugh in her voice), smooth out your pencil skirt, tug at your stockings to make sure they’re pulled up and not wrinkling about your ankles . . .

And then, you wait.

The clock is straight across from you, so you’re able to see as Tsumiki is five minutes late, and then ten minutes late, and then fifteen. The tick-tock echoes in the room as your leg bounces against the floor, anxiety making you want to gnaw all of the carefully applied lipstick off of your mouth. From what Gojo had said, this doesn’t sound like Tsumiki at all – you’re just about to give up and pack all of your things away, figuring maybe she’d called into the office to say she couldn’t make it and telling you had been neglected, when the door slams open.

You rush to your feet, your sensible heels clacking on the ground.

“Miss Fushi--”

Your voice peters away.

The person stood in the doorway is, you’re certain, absolutely not Tsumiki Fushiguro.

For one thing, it’s a man. For another thing . . . well. You’re not entirely sure that a man with that expression on his face would ever be described to anyone as a ‘sweetheart’. Your frightened eyes linger on him for another moment, really taking in the broad shoulders and the muscles and the hair falling over his face, the dark, green eyes that are glaring at you like you’ve interrupted something very important. There’s a scar by his mouth that you also do your best not to stare at, just in the same way you avoid staring at how the form-fitting t-shirt he’s wearing clings to a muscled abdomen.

“It’s Mr, actually,” he says, which seems absurd in the face of him, standing there. He raises one eyebrow at you. “You were expecting my daughter, right?”

(You don’t know it, but Toji Fushiguro has gotten a read on you in less than a moment. He’s seen the wide eyes and the pretty mouth and the neatly appointed outfit, the pencil tucked behind your ear, the slightest tremble faced with his imposing presence – the fear as you’d seen the scar and the smoulder and the body. You’re adorable.)

“I . . . uuh--” Your cheeks are hot. You nod, weakly, and he walks into the room proper, the door swinging shut behind him with a deafening click. There’s danger in every one of this man’s movements, like a wolf who has finally cornered a little rabbit. You are feeling inexorably like prey, at this moment in time.

“I was expecting a man,” he says, shrugging. He sits at the chair in front of Gojo’s desk, pulled up just for him. He looks huge in the classroom; his shoulders too wide, his biceps bulging from the sleeve of the shirt. You don’t think this man was intending to be in a school classroom right now. “I guess you’re not Mr Gojo, huh? Gotta say,” he shoots you a grin that’s dangerous, everything about him is threatening. “I much prefer this development.”

“Oh,” you’re blustering, and it’s so cute. You sit back down in the chair with a quiet displacement of air, agitation in your fingers as you rake through the papers on the desk. Said desk is incredibly messy; Toji doesn’t think it’s yours. He ought to feel mad that they’ve palmed him off on some little assistant who’s probably not even fully qualified yet – instead, he’s watching your hands trembling and your teeth nibbling on your pretty mouth. “Y-yes, G-Gojo’s dealing with the parents of the other party--”

“My kid got into a fight, yeah?” He asks. “Decked ‘em pretty good, from what I heard.” You wince at his words, and that’s cute too.

“Megumi’s a good boy,” you say. “He’s just . . . got his own sense of justice, I think.” You look down at the papers, and your eyes seem to focus, back in a more comforting zone. “He’s been suspended for three days, and when he comes back, he’s on probation.”

“What’s that mean for him?” Toji asks, promptly, though something about the way he says it suggests to you he doesn’t really care. There’s a lightness, an airiness in his tone that sets you all off-kilter.

“It just means we’ll probably keep an especial eye on him. He’ll get a report that’ll need signing off on at the end of every period, someone will check up on it--” You see one of Gojo’s scrawled notes in the margin of the paperwork. You wince. “I’ll be in charge of it, actually. Making sure everyone’s happy with his behaviour for a few weeks--”

“How old are you, sweetheart?”

The question makes you jump. You’re like a doe in headlights, looking up at him. You blink slowly.

“I—I don’t think that’s an appropriate question, Mr Fushiguro,” you say, prim. That’s cute, too. He likes breaking prim and proper things like you. “I’m—I’m doing my training. I’m working as an aid here for a year, and then I’ll be qualified to be in charge of my own class.” There’s a hint of pride in your words, there.

“Toji,” he says. “That’s my name. You haven’t gotta call me ‘Mr Fushiguro’. I’m not tryna’ be pushy,” but he’s inched forward. His elbows are resting on Gojo’s desk, in front of you – he rests his chin on his folded hands, sharp eyes regarding you as if you’re something he wants to devour. “Y’just look tense.”

“This is the first time I’ve met a student’s parent,” you admit, though the minute it’s left your mouth you’re regretting it. Like you’re admitting to some kind of weakness. This close to him, you can see there’s a dark red stain on one of his wrists, like dried blood. Your stomach is tying itself in knots. It’s not helping that his forearms are so big, ridged with muscle.

“That so?” His eyes gleam. “What d’ya think of me?”

You don’t actually need to answer him. He can see it in the way your eyes keep nervously skimming over him. The way your lips are shining in the light. The bob of your throat as you swallow.

“Mr Fushiguro--”

“I told you to call me Toji,” his voice is almost mocking. You watch him lean over the table like you’re somewhere far away from the action – watch his hand reach out and cup your face, calloused thumb brushing your cheek, like you’re a ghost in the corner of the room. His palms feel like they’re burning hot. “You’re tremblin’, little lamb.”

You had thought you’d felt like a rabbit – shy, ready to run at any moment. But the moment his hand is on you, you’re docile – too scared to scamper away. You suppose you are like a lamb, staring a wolf straight on in the face, too stupid or too pliant to use your common sense and run.

“I . . . I shouldn’t,” you say, voice trembling just as much as the rest of you. Toji’s smirk hasn’t left his face. You’re saying you shouldn’t, but he just bets if he reached further down and unbuttoned your blouse, your nipples would pebble for him – he just bets there’s a wet stain on your underwear, right now. He can always tell when someone’s turned on by the idea of playing with fire.

“I wouldn’t mind spendin’ a few weeks with you in charge of me,” he muses, and then chuckles humourlessly, correcting himself. “Sorry. Lemme rephrase that. I’d rather be in charge of you, but--”

Oh, he sees that. The little flash in your eyes, an imperceptible contract of your shoulders. If you weren’t behind the desk, he bets he’d have seen your thighs press together too. Girls like you are just so fucking predictable, and he loves it every single time. There’s just something that’s so much fun about breaking them – making them submit, admit that him being so close with the scent of something-that-might-be-death clinging to him turns them on like nothing else. Your attempts at being haughty and polite and proud have just made the stirring between his thighs harder to ignore. You’re such a cute, neat, demure little thing – by the end of this meeting, he’s going to have his way with you, you bet.

“M-Mr Fushiguro,” you say, trying to wrest back control of yourself – honestly, he’s pissed you aren’t listening to him, but the title’s kind of endearing. You’re trying so hard! Pity you’re going to lose all of your manners when you’re bent over this desk with his cock inside you. You haven’t even moved your face away from his hand. “I-I have to give you these papers.”

He stands up, pulling his own touch away from your cheek. Stretches. Your eyes are drawn to the brief expanse of his stomach, just above his trousers – the dark line of hair leading down to . . . Oh, God. You shouldn’t have thought about that. The grin on his face is cocky, and you know that he knows you were looking.

“I’m just gonna throw ‘em in the trash, sweetheart,” he says to you. “Now. Let’s talk about the elephant in the room, yeah?” He steps closer to you. You totter to your feet, half-unsure, half driven by the low ache between your legs and the thrum of desire that’s been reverberating through you since the moment he’d carelessly thrown out how much happier he was to see you than Gojo. You have to tilt your head up a little when he comes closer. You’d thought you realised how massive he was when he’d walked through the door, but that’s nothing compared to how his size seems to dwarf you. Every unkind thought you’ve ever had about your body or your face seems to have gone out of the window as his heated green gaze hungrily drinks you in. You know it’s the stare of some predator who’s going to devour you, and you still feel transformed. Your breath catches in your throat as his hand idly comes to the top of your blouse buttons, a finger brushing the place in your throat where your pulse is beating its unsteady rhythm.

“Whaddya say, little lamb?” He grins down at you. “Gonna let yourself be caught by the big bad wolf?”

You’re supposed to be telling this man about his son’s misbehaviour, giving him all of the paperwork that Gojo had thrust at you, getting him to say he’ll talk to his kid and try and make sure that it won’t happen again. You shouldn’t be tipping your head back further, letting his fingertips lodge dangerously in the hollow of your throat, flirting with the place where your windpipe is. You shouldn’t be breathing out, all of your pretty prissiness and good morals and pride disappearing where you stand in the face of one of your students’ really hot dad.

“Yes,” you breathe.

And Toji wastes no time.

3.

He doesn’t even bother unbuttoning your blouse; just drags his hand down, and the buttons pop off, scattering on the floor. You gasp at the show of strength, and Toji is still grinning, clearly enjoying that you’re admiring him. His hand pulls at the fabric, until your breasts are fair falling out of it, the blouse wrestles off your skin.

“You’re wearin’ something like this at work?” He asks you, giving a tug to the gore of your bra. You hadn’t done enough washing this week, and the one you’re wearing is all filmy white lace. “Almost like you knew I was comin’ huh?” His grin is crooked. You tremble as you reach behind you, undoing the clasp – and for that, you get a murmur of ‘good girl’ that has your knees turning to jelly.

He whistles as the bra drops from you, his gaze admiring. He takes in the spill of your breasts, the little peaks of your nipples. He takes handfuls of them, squeezing them in his big hands, his fingertips digging in so painfully you can imagine that you’ll have bruises in the shape of his fingers tomorrow. The idea doesn’t disgust you.

He lowers his head to kiss you. He’s not gentle with you for a moment – his teeth immediately nip at your bottom lip, kissing you hungrily like you’re the first taste of sugar for a man who’s lived on nothing but bread for months. His tongue licks at your lips, begging entrance – dancing against your own when you helplessly open those same lips, demanding in the exact same way Toji is.

He pinches your nipple between thumb and forefinger, delighting in how quickly the bud hardens. He rolls it between them, toying with it, enjoying the soft noises you make that get caught in his mouth. If he wasn’t kissing you, he thinks, you’d be bleating like a lamb right now. Huffing and whimpering. When he finally gets his cock in you, he’ll have to remember to clap a hand over your mouth so you don’t attract too much attention.

Your other nipple is given the same treatment, hot lightning bolts of pleasure ricocheting from the touch of Toji’s calloused fingers to the spot between your legs. You’re grateful for how solid Toji is – if he were any less so, you’re sure you’d be buckling over where you stand.

He pulls back with a final, marking nip to your lower lip, almost hard enough to make you bleed. You whine, and a dark chuckle spills out of his lips in response.

“Toji,” you whimper as he pulls away. You miss the feel of his body pressed against yours like a physical ache. His hands encircle your thighs, pushing you up onto the edge of Gojo’s desk, clever fingers already pushing your tight pencil skirt up so it’s bunched around your waist.

He kind of misses ‘Mr Fushiguro’ now it’s gone, but the sight of your stockings digging into your thighs soon chases the thought from his mind. He guesses your skirt is more than long and tight enough to make sure nobody gets a glimpse, but oh . . . that you’d be walking around all day, like that, with nobody to fuck you silly--

He can’t help but let his hands knead the soft skin, the flesh, his thumbs imprinting so hard in the plush that you squirm. He’s pressing your thighs apart, now – revealing the modest underwear, the soaking wet patch where he can see the outline of your plump labia lips.

With your legs spread, he can smell how turned on you are. Oh, yeah – he knows your type, alright.

“Ain’t you cute?” He says, chuckling. “You really want me to do you over this desk?”

“You can’t leave me like this--” Your voice is reedy, breathy, almost petulant – at another time, he’d make you beg for it. He’d take his time over you. But although the idea of being caught fucking the cute little teacher’s aid is briefly appealing, he doesn’t really want to make a whole load of trouble for himself when his cock is practically begging to be sheathed inside your wet holes. “Please--”

It’s the please that does it. It’s always the ‘please’ that does it for Toji. He chuckles, smirks, crooked grin – all of it feels like it’s mixing together in your mind, your throat very dry as nothing seems to matter right now except the fact that your sex is practically pulsing with how empty it is, and you think that the hot hard stiffness pressing against your thighs would really help alleviate some of that.

“Aww,” he says, fiddling with his zip and underwear, grabbing his cock and giving it a cursory pump just so you can admire the sheer size of him. “Don’t worry, little lamb. I’ll give ya what you need.”

He gets what he wants. Your eyes, as big and dark as the eyes of a doe – the soft choke of breath as you get to see the size of it, so big his own fingertips don’t quite meet. It’s the kind of cock that could ruin you for somebody else – and you’ve had sex before, of course, but you’ve never taken anything quite like that--

“That’s cute,” Toji murmurs, pressing forward, nestling his slick cock-head between your soaking wet thighs. “Wish you could have seen what a picture your face made just then. Afraid I’m gonna tear you in two?”

He might – he might, you think. But you pout at him and Toji’s cock throbs, as he glides the slick glans through the mess of your arousal, wetting himself even further. Your breath hitches, your hips doing a cute little jerk as it brushes your swollen clit. He can’t help himself but swirl the head over it some more, making your breath catch and whine, bleating like a little lamb--

He sinks his hips forward, and your fingers flex on the edge of the desk, knuckles white, at the relentless sear of his cock driving you open. You feel so stretched out, and he’s barely a third of the way in – he can’t help but watch your expression. He always likes to see someone the first time they’re impaled on his cock – the glassy eyes, slack jaw, the pleasure-cum-pain in their faces. He wants to take a picture of you and keep it in his wallet so he can pump one out to the sight of you when he’s on business trips and too busy to go out and find himself a hole to fuck.

“How’s that feel?” He asks you, so soft and low that you barely catch it. Another slow inch. He lets you feel every ridge, every vein, every bump of his shaft. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“F-full—” you gasp.

“I bet,” Toji replies – and then, he bottoms out inside you. His eyes look down to where the two of you are joined; the slick fluid leaking out of you, all heat and needy. “You fit me like a glove.”

Your cheeks heat at the compliment, at the lewd way he’s looking at your spread open cunt – the way your hole is fluttering around him, the peeking pearl of your clit. He’s studying you like he wants to learn you by heart.

“Head’s up,” he says. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

You’re about to open your mouth, and ask him what he’s doing right at that moment if he hasn’t started fucking you yet – but then, he’s dragged almost the entire length of his cock out of you in one savage thrust and is immediately spearing it back into you, his pace brutal. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your back hitting the solid, flat surface of Gojo’s desk so that you’re flat out with your thighs wrapped around Toji’s hips.

If he weren’t so entranced by the feel of your walls fluttering around him, trying to suck him in further and deeper, so tight that you’re basically a vice, he’d grab you by your hair and force you to stay seated whilst he fucked you. But right now, you feel so good that all he can think about is his own release. The wet sounds of his cock gliding in and out of you, the squelch of your arousal and slick making every pump easier and easier. You feel so good. You’re tighter than he even imagined you could be, so good that he kind of wants to take you home and have you take up permanent residence in his bed.

You’re moaning, your back arching with every one of his thrusts – taking it admirably. There’s pain in your moans, yes – he supposes he could have prepared you better, had you come on his fingers a couple of times, if time were not of the essence – but they’re the pained moans of someone who likes to be hurt a little bit.

With every rock of his cock inside of you, he hits some new spot that you’ve never had stoked before, makes the heat and need inside of you swim just a little bit closer to the forefront. You don’t even notice you’re moaning and whining until a big hand slaps over your mouth, rough, hot palm against your lips, smearing your lipstick.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and stay quiet,” Toji says to you, through those savage thrusts of his cock inside of you. “You don’t want your . . . your fuckin’ . . . anyone walkin’ in on you being railed by your student’s dad, do you?” You shake your head, but he feels the throb of your cunt around his cock, the way your walls contract, and he adds it to the store of things he’s learning about you. Always the quiet ones, right? Always the proper ones who look as though they’ve never even seen a cock--

The feel of him inside you is absolutely dizzying, so much and so full that you can no longer think. His cock batters against a certain place in your channel, a textured wall – and before you know it, everything is going dizzy and black and white like exploding fireworks, your chest bursting into heat, your inner walls getting so tight around Toji as you come that he thinks you’ll be the one to fucking break him.

Oh, you’re adorable, creaming on his cock – the slick gush of your arousal around him, the dreamy cast in your eye, the fact he can feel you drooling against his palm. He increases the speed of his own thrusts, chasing his release through the weak aftershocks and smaller pulses of you around him, through the over-sensitive squirming of your cute little cunt, the fact that tears are pooling in your eyes at how much everything is suddenly feeling--

He groans and the hand still clinging to your thigh is suddenly pressing so hard you think he’ll snap your bone, ragged breath;

“Fu—fuuuck, sweetheart, you’re gonna take it all, that’s right, good girl--” in between belaboured, ragged pumps, his cock twitching as he manages to pull out at the last moment and his release spills all over your thighs, luridly glistening wet in the overhead fluorescent lights.

That’s another moment he’d take a picture of, if he could.

He’s not the kind of man who waits around. He gives himself ten seconds, to catch his breath, to admire your plush thighs painted with his come, before he’s tucking himself back into his trousers and zipping zippers and doing buttons. He shoves his hands into his pockets, bouncing on the balls of his feet for a second – double checking he’s left nothing of his in the classroom.

Yep. All clear.

He turns to leave, air of cocky confidence back – you only just see the shifting muscles in his back as he turns to go, leaving you where you are. You’re lucky he’s so tall, or you’d probably barely have seen him in front of the door frame (you didn’t even lock the door, anyone could have walked in at any time! You don’t even want to know what Gojo would say if he’d walked in to his aid being fucked like a slut across his desk).

“W-wait,” you say, weakly, still sprawled over the desk with his come cooling on your thighs. You manage to prop yourself up on your elbows, but your entire body feels like it’s just taken a battering. He takes a look back at you from the door, dragging a big hand through his hair, his crooked grin still on his face. You look so pretty like that – all fucked out and messy, the shine taken off of you. “T-the paperwork--”

You’re not sure where said paperwork is. Underneath you, maybe? You hope it didn’t get soaked.

“Told ya’,” he says, dismissively. “I’m just gonna throw it in the trash. Thanks for the fun, sweetheart. See y’around, huh? I should do stuff for the kid’s academic career more often.”

The door slams shut behind him.

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[chuuyrr]

Hiiii!!! Ur bby fushiguro series is really cuute. Can I request for bby fushi who's a little older but is scared of swimming cos she almost drowned as a baby but gojo saved her back then. She now has a mission near the riverside n wants to overcome her fear but is too scared so gojo n uncle nanami help her out.

scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader's fear of deep waters

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): mentions of drowning & fear of swimming

thank you for the feedback and for requesting! gosh, this request reminds me of myself so much 😭 im scared of deep waters and i never learned how to swim—this might just be my new comfort post, enjoy reading! <3

(p.s. i hope you don't mind me broadening the prompt a bit by adding a badass moment with scarlet fushiguro in the middle asides from comfort 😎 + not proofread)

as horrible as it sounds, you once almost drowned when you were still a baby. you were playing at jujutsu high while waiting for gojo and megumi. deep in the forest, there was a river. you were too caught up in your zoomies that you accidentally fell into the waters. since you were still a little kid back then, the water was too deep for you. panicking, you forgot you had powers and ended up thrashing in the water as you felt yourself begin to sink.

fortunately, gojo was able to hear your cry for help and rescued you right on time—you ended up sobbing and clinging onto your dad right after. you developed a fear of waters and swimming since then because of that incident. so, growing up, you avoided waters. you didn't go to beaches and pools, even if it was shallow. it reminded of you that time wherein you almost drowned as a kid.

at present, you had a mission that involved dealing with a special grade curse. though you didn't really attended school at jujutsu high since you went to a normal school, you would get called in for missions that required your chaos magic.

you were going over the details which was being explained by ijichi, the objective of the mission and what to expect. everything was smooth sailing until he mentioned about the location taking place near a riverside.

"[name]? hey, [name]?"

the horrible memory of you nearly drowning and struggling in the waters resurfaced once again.

"kikufuku, you okay?"

you violently flinched back to reality when a hand pressed against your back, interrupting your thoughts. your frantic eyes darted upwards to see gojo peering over at you with concern and earned yourself a confused yet questioning look from nanami.

"did i say something wrong?" ijichi stared at you with wide eyes, gulping at how pale you suddenly became. it was as if you had seen a ghost, now that was ironic because you never get scared of ghosts.

"n-no." you shook your head, closing your eyes as you ran your fingers through your hair. "it's just that.. the place.."

"it's near a riverside." gojo stated, rubbing shapes on your back in hopes to calm your uneased nerves.

"um, i don't understand. what's wrong with the mission taking place near a riverside?" ijichi raised a brow at the limitless sorcerer, still not catching on as to why you were acting as such.

"when [name] was still little, she nearly drowned.." gojo began, which immediately earned him a hardened glare from nanami. "and because of that, she developed a fear of bodies of waters like rivers."

"what? when did this happen!? how?" nanami was now scowling at gojo.

"uncle nanami, please. it's okay." you interjected, tugging onto the sleeve of his dress shirt. nanami could feel your trembling hold which quickly made his anger at gojo subside. "it was a long time ago and dad saved me."

"but still, gojo should have been more cautious and watchful of you." nanami breathed out a huff, shaking his head before he walked towards a water dispenser to grab you a drink.

"if that's the case, i'll just assign this mission to someone else." ijichi suggested, gazing at you sympathetically. "you don't have to do it."

"no, it's okay ijichi-san. i'll do it." you argued after taking a gulp of water that your uncle nanami got you. "i.. i want to face my fear and get it done."

"are you sure?" gojo looked at you. "you don't have to force yourself."

you nodded your head, cracking a smile. "i'm sure, dad."

just like you had insisted, you proceeded with the mission. ijichi fetched to the place and fortunately, gojo and nanami accompanied you, seeing how stressed you were despite agreeing to do the mission.

you were peering through the window of the moving car as you sat in between your dad and uncle at the backseat with your leg involuntarily bouncing up and down, taking deep breaths while at it. your anxiety worsened when the riverside met your gaze, there was a sickening churn in your stomach. if anything, you were more afraid of the waters rather than the special grade curse you were yet to face as ironic as that was.

"[name]?" nanami watched you closed your eyes shut, clutching each side of your head.

"i can't control their fear, but my own. i can control my own fear." you began to mutter to yourself, white noise ringing in your ears. "i can control my fear, i am the one in contr—

"hey, hey. hey, now."

gojo turned to you and encased you in his arms, rubbing shapes on your back as he pressed your head against his chest. you haven't gotten off the car and yet you were already panicking. just seeing and being near the waters was terrifying enough, that's how bad your fear was.

"it's okay, baby. it's okay." gojo comforted you in a softspoken tone.

"we're with you [name]. take as much time as you need." nanami ran his fingers through your hair.

you were now tearing up from the anxiety burning your whole. "i'm scared, i don't want to drown."

"that's not going to happen, i refuse to let that happen ever again." gojo gently grabs your face, pressing your forehead against his before giving it a kiss. "you're so strong, kikufuku. so brave for taking on this mission despite your fear."

"even if you do manage to fall, you have me, your dad and ijichi. we won't let anything bad happen to you." nanami says firmly.

after a couple of minutes, you had finally calmed down after breaking down thanks to the support your dad, uncle and ijichi-san. mustering enough courage, you stepped out of the black car. your legs were wobbling but you continued to make your way towards the place near the riverside with nanami and gojo who were still accompanying you. once you had gotten passed the riverside, a wash of relief flooded your body—but you thought wrong.

as soon as you had entered the place to retrieve the civilians who claimed they saw a 'monster', you were instantly pulled into an innate domain and left behind a concerned gojo and nanami who failed to grab your hand when you got sucked in the black portal. you came face to face with the special grade curse that dragged you. maybe you thought wrong when you thought that your fear was over. the domain was surrounded with waters that didn't look shallow.

you screamed so loud that your voice echoed past the innate domain with your chaos magic making it possible for gojo and nanami on the other side to hear it through their thoughts.

"that was [name]'s voice. did.. did she just use telepathy?" nanami turned towards the limitless sorcerer.

you watched as the waters began to rise from your to feet to yours knees. forgetting you had powers in the first place, the special grade curse was able attack you with you failing to repel it. the impact sent into the waters, prompting you to thrash around. the frigidness kissed your skin and haunted you with the awful memory once again.

"[name], can you hear me?"

you eyes widened, you had never used telepathy before. "dad?"

gojo exclaimed, "listen to me, [name]. we can't get to where you are right now, you have to fight kikufuku."

"i.. i can't." you whimpered, eyes dilating when you saw the special grade curse manipulating the water around you. "it's using water dad. it's innate domain are waters, i'm surrounded. i can't fight it."

you felt water enter your lungs as you struggled to fight against the force that was trying to drown you and inflicting cuts on you.

"you can't control the fear of others, but you can control yours."

as gojo and nanami stressfully escorted the civilians from the place and tried to detect the innate domain where you were taken, you on the other hand felt a twinge in your chest.

"you're stronger than those curses and even me—the 'strongest jujutsu sorcerer'."

your eyes began to glow and revert to red, fingers locking and twitching as you took deep breaths.

"you can fight it, [name]. i believe in you, we believe in you."

gojo's voice reached your heart, along with nanami's. you could feel composure come back to you. using your chaos magic, you stitched your wound up—tissues and fibers, and all that, as you began to levitate in the air. you hoisted yourself up from the waters, red psionics surrounding your body. the special grade curse sent out materialized the liquid around you before letting it rain to you as sharp projectiles like knives.

this time your head was above the waters, not under it.

waving your hand, you sent a large blast of psionic energy and disinterested every single one of it. suddenly, you were quicker and more agile compared to earlier. you remembered you and what you are. the waters were nothing now. if you could destroy curses and outmatch the strongest jujutsu sorcerer himself, then this was nothing. you were the scarlet witch, a being who harbors chaos and who is capable of controling her own fears.

you picked up the special grade curse telekinetically. closing your psionics imbued hand, the black streaked red energy around the curse constricted it, leaving a burning pain. waves came crashing inside the domain as it thrashed from your hold. instead of cowering, you remained unyielding. you generated a force field and trapped yourself inside it, rendering its attacks useless.

gathering more and more of your power, you unleashed it all at once at the curse until it had disintegrated from your sight. at that instant, the innate domain broke down and the next thing you knew you were now facing gojo and nanami.

"[name]!" "kikufuku!"

despite being damp from head to toe, nanami and gojo ran and embraced you.

"where are the civilians? are they okay?" you asked, pulling away as your your eyes reverted back to [color]. the immense energy of chaos surrounding your body dissipated into thin air afterwards.

"they're okay, we got every last one." nanami claimed with a smile.

"oh, thank goodness." you sighed.

gojo cupped your face and pecked your wet forehead, smiling. "you exorcised the curse and fought against your fear. i'm so so proud of you my baby."

"you even used telepathy." nanami added, looking at you proudly.

a smile broke through your face. "i couldn't have done without you and uncle nanami."

"oh, you credit us too much [name]." nanami shook his head, sighing a bit. "it was you did everything."

"i agree with nanamin! it was all you!" gojo booped your nose, pretending to be stern.

when you exited the place, you were able to stare at the riverside nearby without trembling and anxieties flooding your head now. the haunting memory of your almost drowning was replaced by another memory, which was you resurfacing from the waters and facing your fear. you did it, it was over now. ever since then, you were no longer afraid of the waters.

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[chiruba]

JJK BOYS' GETTING CAUGHT MAKING OUT !

an. sometimes i dont think and this shows it

ft. itadori, fushiguro, inumaki x gn!reader

wc. 0.9k

genre. fluff

tw. SFW ! but like. making out? making out is sfw right

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ITADORI YUJI — itadori was an absolute menace when it came to pda, his hands constantly roaming over your body as he pressed sweet kisses to your cheeks, giggling when he saw your flustered expression. yes, itadori loved pda, but, sometimes, he liked to keep you all to himself. "yuji!" you sighed, your hands wrapping around your boyfriend's neck to stabilize yourself while your fingers decided to find refugee in his spiked hair, "maki's gonna hit us if we don't hurry," yuji let out a hum, pretending to listen to whatever you were saying as he continued to smother you with kisses. you were going to try and scold yuji for making you two late once more, but you couldn't help the giggle that left your throat as he kissed a particularly sweet spot on your neck, the ticklish feeling making you curl in on yourself. itadori perked up at the sound of your laughter, and with a smirk continued attacking the same spot. "yuji! no!" you laugh, trying to push (well, barely) him off. "yuji, yes," he retorts, lifting his head to give you a quick peck on the lips - well… does it really count as just a quick peck when the kiss deepens, leaving you to desperately try and catch your breath, only to be met with yuji's lips once more? not really. "oi! you-" maki lets out a noise you decipher is both a gag and a gasp, and you quickly pull away from itadori, sheepishly offering your upperclassman a smile with swollen lips, "seriously?" she groaned, "ugh. just get to the field already." maki frowns, disgust evident on her face, although you swear her ears were tinted pink from embarrassment. you were going to try and follow behind maki, but you couldn't help stumbling back, hands wrapped around yuji's neck once more as he began his assault again. "we're already late anyway," he smiles, lips pink and smile mischievous, and you can't help but find yourself agreeing.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI — fushiguro was, surprisingly, a rather affectionate person. not in the traditional gag-inducing couple that were constantly all over each other (seriously 9am in the school hallway???literally go 2 class) but in the fleeting kisses and accidental eye contact that always made your heart skip a beat. fushiguro would keep his hand hovering over the small over your back in public, and would consistently be there with a refilled, cold water bottle after your training sessions - oh! and don't forget all the times he decided he needed just a little energy boost for the day, dragging you to an empty classroom for just a couple kisses… and, maybe a little extra. "megumi, you're so clingy," you tease, watching as your boyfriend gives you a half hearted glare before pressing another kiss to your cheek, slowly trailing down your jaw before-- ah, nope. "'gumi!" you're the one to glare now, cheeks heating at the smirk on his face as he pulls away right before reaching your lips. "you're so clingy," he retorts teasingly, nose bumping into yours as he presses his body as physically close as possible. you can't help but grip his collar, lips crashing together once more. "fushi- oh" fushiguro jumped back six feet away from you (social distancing king i see u), his breathing laboured and cheeks burning red as he glared at the one and only - itadori yuji. itadori giggled, holding a hand up to his mouth as he waved off fushiguro, "oh! no need to be embrassed megumi." you sighed, quickly tending to your uniform as your boyfriend began yelling - stuttering - out a string of curses, guess you'd have to press pause kisses for now.

INUMAKI TOGE — if there was anything inumaki loved more than food in this world, it'd be touch - more specifically, your touch. if inumaki wasn't clinging to you, what was he doing? well, apparently, missions. he sighed, rubbing at his now uncovered throat as he cleared his voice, the hoarseness making him cringe. it made him subconsciously reach into his pocket, searching for the rounded bottle of throat medicine until-- "toge!" he heard you exclaim, your head peeking out of his dorm room. oh, there was a much better form of relief. he practically tackled you before you could speak again, instead opting to introduce your lips to eachother. he heard the door shut behind him, not that it mattered to him much when your laughter echoed through him, a sound he'd much rather listen to. "hard mission?" you asked, cupping his cheeks gently. inumaki nodded, pointing to his chapped and cracked lips, his heart pounding as he watched your eyes soften, thumb reaching out to brush over his lips. "geez, no wonder that kiss hurt." he heard you tease gently, and he rolled his eyes playfully in response, pulling you toward him once more. inumaki's kisses always sent a fury through you - be it the passion and love behind it, or the power of his cursed markings - they were truly addictive. you clutched the fabric of his battered uniform closer, eyes squeezing shut and breath running out- "gee, humans are so bold!" panda giggled, his deep voice rumbling through the room. you jumped, pushing inumaki off as you faced the door with labored breaths. "panda!" you exclaimed, and he only put his hand up as an apology, shooting you a sly smile before he ran off. you huffed, turning your eyes away in embarrassment - but inumaki was having none of that. you shivered, cheeks heating when inumaki whispered into your ear - "you wanna stop?" he asked, and of course your answer was a resounding, "absolutely not."

ill give u a kiss goodnight if u reblog <3 

©  2021 sinrinyoku — please do not repost, translate, modify or plagiarize my work! i will beat the shit out of u (maybe)

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[pupkashi]

Can I get the prompt “pulling them closer when a cool breeze hits you both outside” (i think from lost water?) with fushiguro megumi?

hi friend i hope you enjoy this :3 <33 i set this around fall time i hope that’s okay ! :]

megumi had told you to bring a jacket, telling you that by the time you’d both arrive to the pumpkin patch it would be colder than it was.

‘gumi it’s not gonna get that much colder! plus i don’t wanna ruin my outfit’ you pouted, he only rolls his eyes, grabbing his jacket and slipping it on.

you were trying you best to hide your shivers, not wanting hear him say ‘told you so’ with that stupid smirk on his face. the two of you strolling down the rows of pumpkins, snapping pictures and giggling as you tried to find the perfect one to take home.

it’s when a colder breeze comes through that you’re shaking a bit, megumi almost instinctively pulling you into his side, blushing a bit when he realized how tightly he was holding you.

“sorry” he mumbles, his shy smile turning into a knowing one when he realizes that you weren’t budging. “are you cold babe?” he teases, your nose turning a bit pink as you scoff, reluctantly pulling away from his warm body.

“i told you i wasn’t gonna get cold” you quip back, crossing your arms across your chest, thankful for the little warmth the position granted you. “this pumpkin looks great!” you smile, trying to tear megumis gaze from your shivering face.

“mhmm, maybe that’s the one” he smiles, his eyes still on you. he knows you won’t admit how cold you are, not when you’re stubbornly trying to prove a point.

“great let’s go home!” you grin, already taking the pumpkin in your arms and walking away when your boyfriend stops you.

“we haven’t even gone to the corn maze!” he’s smirking when you shiver a bit more, holding yourself a bit tighter. “unless you’re too cold to go?” you’re narrowing your eyes at his words.

“course not, in fact it’s a little warm” you sigh, megumi rolls his eyes at your words, another cool breeze rolling through that has you wrapping your arms against yourself ever tighter.

“you’re so annoying” he laughs, shrugging his jacket off and placing it on your shoulders, pulling you into his side and taking the pumpkin from your hold. “i know you can barely feel your fingers” you’re about to open your mouth when he cuts you off.

“don’t worry baby, you didn’t ask for my jacket, i just felt like giving it to you” you’re pouting at his softly, you wanna have a smart comeback, you wanna take the jacket off to prove a point.

but it’s so warm and it smells like him and now you can stay for the corn maze and the fair games.

“let the record show i didn’t even say i was cold” you mumble, still close to his side as the two of you enter the corn maze, smiling up at him as he pulls you even closer to him by the waist, stopping at a dead end and looking down at you.

“no you didn’t, you’re too stubborn to ever say that” he grins, pressing a kiss to your cold cheeks, “don’t worry i won’t tell” he’s laughing a bit as he kisses your nose.

“you can have it back im fine no-” you begin to shrug the jacket off stopping when his hands cup your cheeks and his lips meet yours, smiling into the kiss when you tug at his shirt a bit.

“how about we finish the corn maze get some hot chocolate and okay some fair games?” he suggests, slipping his somehow warm hand in yours.

“okay” you smile, face warm from the kiss, giggling when you notice how red his nose looks.

he’s holding you a bit tighter when the wind blows again, clenching his jaw to stop his teeth from chattering, “you should’ve brought a jacket gumi, it’s cold out” you giggle, loving the way he’s turning to you with a faux annoyed expression.

“let me take my jacket back then” he says, making a move to tug his jacket off you. but you’re running away from him before he can, laughing as he chases you, turning all the wrong corners before trying to distract him at dead ends, cheering when you both finally reach the exit.

megumi’s grabbing you by the waist, picking you up and spinning you around as you laugh, pressing a kiss to your forehead before walking hand and hand to the hot chocolate stand.

“gumi?”

“yes baby?”

“where’s the pumpkin?”

his eyes go wide, darting from your face to the corn maze, his cheeks are flushed and his ears burn from the blush on his face.

“i let you borrow my jacket” he defends, a shy smile on his face when he kisses your cheek.

you can’t be mad at him, not when there’s hundreds more pumpkins to choose from and you have the pleasure of megumi helping you choose one.

#not proofread sorry if this is terrible </3 #pupkashi’s 1k follower bash! #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi fluff #fushiguro megumi drabble #megumi fushi x reader #megumi fushiguro fluff #megumi fushiguro drabble #megumi x reader #megumi fluff #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jjk megumi fluff

[deargetou]

- the music we make is unnatural, but it sounds just like falling in love

paring: megumi x stepmother!reader

a/n: Everyone is aged up because this might be NSFW! third years, second years and first years are 20!

a/n: I gave up in the end and didn’t proofread, but enjoy, and feel free to send me your questions! I don't know if Tumblr is working, so maybe she'll see it

this is for @tobios-housewife

i honestly love her writing and felt so welcomed by her and her blog. i thought i would give my shot at writing, and im dedicating this piece to her. its not great, but i hope you like it! this was supposed to be for christmas, but i hated everything i wrote, but i did like this. so sorry for the long-ass wait, but im in a good mental place to start posting

Megumi couldn’t help the eye roll when you asked if he wanted to walk with you. You always tried to get him to do things with you when his father was away on business, and you finished all the housework. His father should’ve known that his wife would be lonely after so long, but he usually came after 3 days, never later. 

So it was strange that his father was nowhere to be seen the next morning, on the 4th day. Megumi was used to waking up and sitting down on the left side of the table, never top or bottom. You would fix breakfast and sit down near Megumi after fixing the plates. His father would be silent and just eat without saying anything. Megumi would do the same. After breakfast, Megumi would be off to do his own thing and wouldn’t see you until dinner.

It was a routine that he perfected but stopped when his father was gone much longer than usual. After the 8th day, you became touch-starved and would start bugging Megumi to do things with you, but he would always reject and leave you to your things. 

Many people, including his friends, thought that Megumi hated you because you were replacing his mother or because he didn’t like you, but all those were wrong. Megumi had deep feelings for you, and they began when he first laid eyes on you. He never told anyone about his feelings and was sure people would just talk about his bad luck, but he knew differently. It wasn’t bad luck or true love between you and his father. Megumi knew the evil truth.

He knew that his father only married you to spite Megumi.

Megumi never cared for the festivals or anything that involved him hanging out with his old man, but here we are. It wasn’t Megumi’s choice to invite his father but his friends; although they meant well, Megumi wished they minded their own business. He could tell that his father only wanted to annoy and embarrass him by telling childhood stories. Stories that only Megumi and Gojo-sensei knew were false.   

Sadly, it wasn’t long until his friends decided to ditch him with his father and let them have some bonding time. The bonding didn’t happen. Instead, Megumi followed his father and watched as he played the various games. He made a mental note to kill his friends later, but that note was soon scrapped when his eyes landed on you. 

You stood with a small group of girls; they were all talking to each other, but you ignored them. Your eyes were more focused on the colorful flower stand before you. Megumi could see why. The flowers bloomed in the light, and the colors were mixed well, but you took their attention away.

“She’s pretty, but you’re too young for her, Fushi.”

Megumi turned his attention to his father, who abandoned his game to annoy his son. He didn’t say anything to the comment, hoping his father would drop it if he kept quiet, but that seems to have the opposite effect.

“She looks good in bed, hell, just look at her throat." Toji knew what he was doing. Baiting his son to react wasn't gonna be too hard. “You just know she can handle a big co-“

"You're disgusting," Megumi spat, causing his father to burst into laughter. This only fueled Megumi's hatred for his old man.

Toji gave his son one last look before making his way over to you.

To Megumi's surprise, you fell in love with his father and married a year later. The wedding was painful to plan, but seeing you in your dress was something he would never forget.

Being the asshole, Toji had asked his son to be his best man. Megumi would never forget the sight of you walking down the aisle. It seemed you were walking down to him, but you weren't.

Megumi did everything in his power to avoid you from that point, but he knows that won't be possible until his father returns.

Megumi wasn't surprised that you kept to your routine. You cleaned the house and put up all the clothes after they finished drying, and you made dinner, but it was different this time. Usually, you would call him down for dinner, but today, you knocked on his door before quietly asking if he wanted to join you for dinner. Megumi could feel a sharp pain in his chest when he saw you. 

Your face no longer held that joyful smile or the twinkle in your eyes. It almost seemed like you'd been replaced by some zombie, but the truth was that his father neglected you for so long, and so has Megumi.

Megumi nodded, pushing down his feelings before following behind you like a lost puppy. Your routine continued by fixing plates, sitting close to Megumi, and staring ahead at an empty seat. He didn't say anything at first; Megumi just watched as you pushed your food around with your fork.

Taking a small bite, Megumi let a little sigh and a smile. "Thank you for fixing a wonderful meal, Mama."

The routine was broken.

Your eyes got their twinkle back, a soft blush on your cheeks, and a big smile. It was almost sad that you clung to something small like his compliment. Megumi knows his father isn’t returning; he should probably be upset, but he knows this is his chance to make things right.

"You're welcome, Megumi."

A new routine was born. You would wake up, fix breakfast, wake Megumi up, and eat breakfast together before spending the day together. The day started with a “Thank you, Mama,” and always ended with a “Goodnight, Mama”.  Megumi would push the limits every day. He started small by helping you wash dishes, standing so close that your scent was the only thing he could smell. Then he moved on to helping you with laundry, stealing your panties, and hiding them under his pillow.

Megumi loved laying his head on your lap; your fingers would instantly go to his hair. He fell asleep multiple times because of the position, your scent, and your fingers, luring him into a deep sleep. Megumi would help you with everything and always ensured you never pushed yourself.

His favorite time is when he fixes a bath for your hard work. Always assisting that he should help and not let you do it yourself. He sat on the tub's edge with your darling figure between his legs. Megumi loved rubbing the soap through your hair before washing it all out, getting you to close your eyes and lean back for his eyes to freely stare at your breasts.

He was always playing Russian roulette at times like this. Seeing the water going down your breasts and dripping off your nipples made his pants unbelievably tight, but he had to be careful to not let you know that he had a raging hard-on. Megumi looked away when you washed your more intimate parts, but he still listened to your words as you went about your day.

When done, Megumi would grab a towel for you but turn away so you wouldn't see his pink cheeks. You would always thank him before pulling him into a hug, allowing him to place his face into your breasts. He couldn’t be ashamed any longer of his deep lust for you.

Everything was going great until it wasn’t.

It wouldn’t go down!

Megumi was keeping to his routine. He grabbed a towel and helped you out of the tub, but you slipped in the water and fell. Being the good boy he is, Megumi dropped everything to catch you, causing you to fall and land directly on top of him. He could feel his heart racing, almost like it would jump out. “Mama, a-are you okay?” Megumi stuttered, his face increasingly red from feeling your bare breasts on him. He could feel his face heat up; he prayed you couldn’t feel his swollen cock as it pressed against his pants.

After helping you up, Megumi sent you off to bed and offered to clean up the mess, but in reality, he wanted private time to eliminate his problem. Before going to his room, he cleaned the mess, hoping it would go down as he cleaned, but with no such luck. Megumi quickly lay on his bed before pulling your panties from his pillow, the blue lace falling between his fingers. 

He brought the lace to his nose but wasn’t met with your sweet smell. Megumi frowned. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get off without some part of you, but some part of him also knew that he needed more than just your smell. His usual routine wasn’t going to work anymore. His other hand slid down his boxer; Megumi let out a pained gasp as his slender fingers wrapped around his leaking cock. 

Megumi gently moved his thumb to run over his tip, letting the precum be spread over the rest of his cock. He didn’t need to see it to know the tip was red and irritated. He couldn’t help the little pained gasps; Megumi had never been turned on like this before. He needed something fresh of yours or something from just a few days ago.

Megumi quietly made his way to your room. Usually, he wouldn’t do something dangerous, but he’s never been so desperate. Squeezing through the crack in your door, Megumi approached your dresser. He glanced at your sleeping form before digging for another pair of panties. Unfortunately, Megumi was so focused on searching for the perfect pair that he didn’t even know how much noise he was making after getting slightly frustrated.

"Megumi?" You softly called out, moving out of your bed to his side. Megumi froze in place, his eyes wide with fear. His heart was coming up his throat; god, he couldn't even move his hands out of the damn dresser. You weren’t sure what to make of the scene before you, but it was becoming more apparent as you looked over his form and saw how disheveled his clothes were, his bulge sticking out like a sore thumb. 

A thousand thoughts were running through your head. You should scold him and kick him out of the house. You should make Megumi feel ashamed and disgusted for what's happening, but then you would have to shame yourself? You tried to deny your growing feelings for your stepson the past few weeks, but you still crossed the line with him. Your clothes became more revealing, and you put more effort into the little things like getting different shampoo and soap for the bath.

The line was far too gone at this point; it compared more to a dot. Grabbing his shaky hands, you led Megumi to your bed. Having another man on your bed was different, but your husband had long abandoned his spot. He quietly sat down next to you; his breathing was uneven, and the tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

Was he gonna be kicked out? Maybe you would tell everyone that he's a pervert. He would get kicked out of Jujutsu Tech and be shunned by everyone. The worst possible thoughts were going through his head, but Megumi knew he had brought this on himself.

He waited for the worst to come, the tears finally sliding down, but it never did. Instead of a slap, you cupped his rosy cheeks, thumbs swiping away the fallen tears. Megumi felt confused by your soft gesture. His eyes were quick to meet yours. The expected hatred was nowhere to be seen. Your eyes held something that he had never seen before.

lust

“Oh, sweet boy, you should've just come to Mama if you needed a release.” Your gentle voice was always calming to Megumi. He couldn’t say anything as you moved before him, slowly dropping to your knees. You pulled down the front of his pants, letting his length spring free. It was truly a sight to see. His tip was red and leaking, and Megumi’s eyes were clouded with tears. He’s been hard for so long that it had become slightly painful. 

You moved your thumb over his tip to spread the precum over the rest of his length, causing Megumi to whimper. You adored the sound of him slowly falling apart. It was evident he wasn’t trying to make noise, almost like he was afraid someone would hear them, but there was no close enough. 

Giving a kiss to the tip, you started giving kitten licks to Megumi’s cock. The taste wasn’t bad; it was much better than Toji. 

“Ah, m-mama.” Megumi’s little whines are enough to make you give him more. You tease the tip of his cock with a few more licks before taking him in your mouth, wrapping your hand around what you couldn't. “Mnh!”

Megumi quickly covered his mouth, eyes tightly closed, biting back any moans that dared to escape. He was scared that everything was a dream and that he would wake up to his hand. The world couldn’t be that cruel, right? The pleasure was racing throughout his body, leaving his mind feeling hazy. 

Megumi looked down at you, swallowing hard, but he regretted it as soon as you locked eyes. You slowly took him out of your mouth, flicking your tongue into his slit, “Are you enjoying yourself?” You purred before bringing him back in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks.

It was indeed a sight that he would remember forever. Your skin had a thin coat of sweat, with lips darkened and wet with saliva, but your eyes were filled with lust and love. Megumi quickly nodded before moving his fingertips to his lips. he wanted a kiss, but his mind was too overwhelmed to speak.

Thankfully, you understood him.

Taking him into your hands, you stood up before bringing him into a kiss. Megumi let out a small grunt when you began pumping his length. The whole situation was taboo, yet your kiss gave him the love he was yearning for.

It only took a few more strokes before Megumi became a sobbing mess as the fire pooling low in his abdomen became unbearable. At this point, anyone could get close to the house to hear Megumi begging you to let him cum

“P-please..I need to cum, ah, so bad.”

You couldn't help but giggle at him. Imagine if people could see him now! Megumi’s face was flushed red, with tears streaming down as he desperately begged to cum. How could anyone deny him?

Giving him a small kiss, you finally allowed him to dissolve into pleasure, which he did with a loud moan.

Megumi was floating and disconnected; you could tell it was a whole new feeling to him. The boy was slowly catching his breath while watching you get down on your knees and clean the mess he made up. He was slowly coming down from his high when reality set in.

You felt him tense up. Making sure he was appropriately cleaned before sitting beside him to stroke his face, giving his nose a small comforting kiss. “Do you wanna sleep with me tonight?”

He nodded his head before you both lay together with Megumi lying on top of your chest. Your heartbeat lures him into sleep. 

You were gone when Megumi woke up, but the smell of food soon flooded his senses. He rubbed to sleep out of his eyes before laying his head back down on your pillow. Last night wasn’t a dream..you helped him cum and kissed him. Oh, your kisses were just the softest against his rough ones.

“Sweetie, come down for breakfast!” You called from downstairs with cheer.

Megumi smiled at early memories of you calling his father something similar at the beginning of the relationship. You stopped when that love disappeared, but now it came back and was all for him. He went downstairs and smiled at the sight of you humming and dancing around the small kitchen, fixing the plates like your usual routine.

He grabbed his plate from his usual seat, earning a confused look, and made his way to the chair across from you. His father had long abandoned his family, and Megumi was now taking charge. He sat down before giving you a loving smile. You stared back at him with an adoring look, but it soon turned to shock. Megumi was about to ask, but a hand gripping his shoulder told him otherwise.

“Looks like I came just in time, huh?” Toji chuckled before going down to Megumi’s ear, “I think you’re in my seat.” 

#jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji #megumi fluff #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #toji smut #megumi smut #megumi imagine #tw:incest #tw:stepcest

[tojitiddies]

✰ TEACH

pairing ⋆ toji fushiguro x fem!reader

synopsis ⋆ in all your years of teaching you’ve never encountered a parent like toji.

warnings ⋆ vaginal sex, oral sex, creampie, dacryphilia if you squint, dumbification

ꔵ the first time you ever saw toji fushiguro was around second month of school, when megumi had began acting up in class. you knew megumi to be a spoiled rich kid, as he was always being dropped off and picked up in sleek black cars with tinted windows, along with his older sister tsumiki. sometimes you’d catch a glimpse of the driver if megumi ever needed assistance getting his bag out the car, but that was the only semblance of adult supervision you’d seen megumi receive outside of school faculty.

megumi was always dressed crisply and his meals efficiently packed. he really didn’t seem to understand the concept of sharing or caring and relied on his tiny fists to solve conflicts. this was all a stark contrast to his sister tsumiki, seeing as his older sister’s teachers only sang her praises. truly you had tried to get through to the seven year old, but out of all the trouble makers you’d ever taught, megumi really liked to work your nerves.

which brought you here, at a parent-teacher conference with megumi’s father, toji fushiguro. his large figure looked comical as he sat in one of the small plastic, colored chairs, usually inhabited by first graders of course. he wore a plain black t-shirt and white slacks. he also had a black blazer that he he had draped over the side of his chair. the side of his lips was decorated with a menacingly large scar that twitched occasionally as he listened to you speak.

“... all i want is for megumi to have a good time here in first grade. i know he and his sister are new so making an adjustment may be difficult, but i’d like to make the transition for young megumi as smooth as possible.” you finished as you fiddled with your fingers.

toji shifted in his chair with a slight grunt. “mrs. ____ is it?” he asked. you shook your head.

“just miss actually.” you corrected him shyly. his entire demeanor was so intimidating you didn’t want to insult him. you almost miss the mischievous glint in his eye as you lift your eyes to face him again.

“i understand your concerns with my son. i had no idea what a little shit he was being. especially to such a beautiful young woman as yourself.” his tone is suggestive, contradicting the polite smile adorning his lips.

you smiled uncomfortably. “thank you, but i would never think of your son as...a little shit. i’m sure he has a sweet side somewhere. which is why, i thought maybe megumi could benefit from some sort of counseling?” you suggested, pushing forward a slip of paper. toji leaned forward taking the document from the desk and began to read over it, his brow quirking up in interest. “alongside being a first grade teacher i also serve as a counselor here at the elementary school.” you began to explain. “although i’ve never counseled a student of my own in fear of bias, i think it would be wise if megumi had someone whom he was acquainted with.”

toji set the slip back down and set his gaze on you. you squeezed your thighs together as he fixed you with his stare. he really was intensely attractive. “hm, how unfair is it that my son gets more alone time with you than i do?” this time he smirked. so it wasn’t your imagination, he was flirting with you.

“mr. fushiguro?”

“i’m only teasing teach.” he chuckled. “i agree. i think we could all benefit from megumi’s counseling,” he folded his arms over his broad chest, his muscles flexing beneath his shirt. “so when does he start?” your eyes zoned in on toji’s biceps before blinking back up at him he pretended not notice you ogling him. “ah well...next wednesday perhaps? all i need is for you to sign the slip.” you said sliding him a pen from your desk.

your fingers brushed against his as he took the pen. you tried to ignore it, knowing he was probably only try to get a rise out of you. he began to scribble his signature, once he finished he stood up from his seat and you followed suit. “thank you mrs. ____ for contacting me.” he said, holding out his hand for you to shake.

you took it, letting his large hands envelope yours. “ah...again it’s just ms. ____. i’m not married.” you corrected him again with a lighthearted laugh. toji smirked at that before he leant in towards you. startled, you froze, afraid he might kiss you, until you realized he was only leaning towards your ear. “we’ll be in touch then, ms. ____.” he spoke in a lower tone. you were left standing there completely dumbstruck as he retrieved his blazer and threw it over his shoulder.

“yes...” you murmured quietly in response as he left you alone in the classroom.

ꔵ three months into counseling with megumi you had begun to see progress. his angered outbursts only came in waves and he had stopped using his hands and started using his words. his attitude toward you had also warmed up and he had even began giving you hugs. you were happy all the exercises you’d been working on with him were finally starting to pay off.

the only big issue? his father.

every time you spoke to him there was always a flirty or suggestive undertone. he never crossed the line but he would constantly get close to doing so. there was one counseling session a couple weeks ago when he came to pick up megumi (something he had suspiciously started doing ever since your counseling had started). you were both standing outside the door of the classroom, with megumi inside coloring, as you briefed toji on his counseling session.

“so he’s doing well then, i’m glad. but how are you doing teach? i know dealing with these little brats all day can’t be good on your stress.” he said, resting his hand on your forearm. you glanced down at his thumb caressing your skin before laughing nervously, brushing his hand down. “ah...really i’m alright mr. fushi - “

“i’ve told you to call me toji.” he interrupted, his voice dropping to that low tone once again.

you cleared your throat, trying to settle the butterflies that formed in your stomach. “thank you toji. but really i don’t mind it. i’ve been doing this for almost eight years now..” you tried your best not to let your voice waver under this suggestive tension.

toji stepped forward, the space between the both of you becoming almost non existent as your breasts came in contact with his chest. “well just know teach...” he murmured, lifting his fingers to your chin, “if you ever need any stress relief - “

“papa!”

you jumped back from toji like a frightened feline, while toji stood in place clearly unfazed by his child’s sudden presence. you’d been so focused on trying not to jump toji’s bones right then and there, you hadn’t even noticed megumi open the classroom door. “can we go home now? i’m hungry.” he whined, brandishing a cute pout on his face.

you couldn’t help but smile at the cute kid. toji bent down and picked him up, resting him on his hip. “hungry huh? well you can eat this knuckle sandwich for interrupting ms. ____ and i.” he teased, playfully twisting his fist into megumi’s face. megumi giggled slapping away his large hand before turning to look at you. “sorry ms. ____.” he apologized sweetly. yet another skill he’d learned from his counseling sessions.

you grinned and leaned forward to pinch his cheek. “don’t worry about it lovebug! it wasn’t that important anyway.” you chirped, glancing over at toji to see his lips twitch into a frown. you held back a giggle at how identical his pout was to little megumi’s. you leaned into the classroom to take megumi’s backpack off the hook, which toji took and swung over his free arm.

“say goodbye to ms. ____, megumi.” toji instructed. megumi raise his arm to wave, which you met with a small high five instead. “i’ll see you in the morning megumi!” you cheered. toji glanced back at you briefly. “don’t forget about my offer ms. ___.” he said with a wink, before turning back around and walking off with his son.

once he and megumi were out if sight you fell back against the classroom door with a whine. toji fushiguro would truly be the end of you.

ꔵ the afternoon sun shone through your window as you finished up the last of your student reports. as you began to pack up, you heard a knock at your classroom door. “come in!” you called out, not bothering to look up from your work.

you sighed as you gave up on organization and just began to sweep the papers into a folder, but before you could finish, a large hand fell on top of yours. you let out a yelp, looking up to find toji fushiguro smirking down at you. he looked as though he’d come straight from work, blessing you with a tight button down shirt and black slacks. god, he was a work of art.

“afternoon teach.” he greeted you.

“mr. fushiguro what a surprise. what are you doing here? megumi’s gone home already hasn’t he?” you asked, trying to keep calm as a million more thoughts raced through your mind.

“ah, that’s right. he’s long gone. ‘s just you and me.” he said as he fixed you with his strong gaze, his hand closing around yours. “i came because i wanted to thank you. i haven’t seen megumi like this in awhile. i know this was mostly a school thing, but he’s been less of a little shit at home too,” he informed you, his thumb slowly caressing your hand.

you were becoming putty under his touch. “yes...i’m glad gumi’s doing do well at home too. all i want is the best for him.” you answered, stumbling over your words a bit. toji brought your hand up to his lips kissing your knuckles. “mhm...so i was wondering if you’d thought about my offer?” he asked, looking back at you through those lustful eyes.

“mr. fushiguro - “

“toji.”

“t-toji...i’m delighted you would pay me a visit simply to thank me, but it really isn’t necessary.” you could feel his aura start to envelope you, the tension between you two thickening with lust. the most he’d done was kiss your knuckles and already you were trying to keep from rubbing your thighs together.

still holding firmly onto your hand, toji began to walk around your desk. “ms. ____, i insist you let me properly thank you because i feel you’re deserving of it. do you not?” he murmured, gingerly pulling you up out of your seat, guiding your hand towards his chest. your fingers instinctively hooked around the fabric where he’d left his shirt unbuttoned. his other arm snaked its way around your waist.

“toji...we shouldn’t. this is highly unprofessional, i could get fired. and what about megumi?” you rambled, trying to keep your composure. toji leaned down and began to press sweet wet kisses down your neck. you sighed out, letting your hand fan out across his chest.

“megumi will be fine teach. no one has to know anything as long as you can keep a secret. now let me take care of you.” he whispered, licking a stripe up your neck. his knee came to situate between your thighs, you wasted no time grinding against him. a soft moan escaped your lips as you let your head fall back against your shoulders.

“kiss me...please?” you mumured, hooking your arm around his neck. toji’s scar twitched as his lips formed a smirk. he lifted his head, grazing your lips against his before pressing forward. the kiss was rough and sensual, both of you devouring each other in a clash of lips and tongue. you moaned into his mouth, continuing to grind against his thigh. when your lips finally separated, a string of saliva connected you before dripping down onto your blouse.

“enjoying my thigh teach?” he taunted, flexing his thigh muscles and causing you to let out a breathy moan again. “y-you’re teasing me.” you whined desperately trying to grind your clothed clit against his thigh muscles. the hand on your waist slid down taking your thigh and pinning it to his waist, granting you better access. “so needy for me hm?” he murmured into your ear, taking your lobe between his teeth. “tell me what you want baby.”

your hand fisted his collar as you desperately ground yourself against him. “please fuck me toji. i can’t take your constant teasing anymore.” you whimpered, nuzzling into his shoulder. toji chuckled at that before reaching behind you, clearing your desk in one fell swoop. papers and files fluttered to the ground as he lifted you up on top of your desk, spreading your legs.

you both hastily begin unbuttoning your shirts, one of your buttons popping off in the frenzy. toji chuckles as he lowers himself to his knees, his chest muscles rippling as he moves. “i can’t believe you have the nerve to walk around in a tight little skirt like this.” he laughs wickedly, sliding up your pencil skirt until it bunches up at your waist. you feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment as the wet spot in your panties becomes noticeable. toji slides his finger up your covered folds, the slick coating his finger prints. “how lovely.” he purrs to himself.

“please...” you whine breathily, scooting forward hoping he’d take the hint. he chuckles darkly blowing against your clothed clit before pulling aside your underwear to marvel at your dripping cunt. “look at that.” he marvels before letting his tongue dip between your folds. you let out a choked moan. it had been so long since you’d been touched this way by someone other than yourself, it felt like heaven. he paused only to hook his fingers around your panties and discard them who knows where.

just as quick as he was gone, he’s back to hungrily bury his tongue in your cunt, switching between prodding your hole with his tongue and sucking your clit. your fingers fisted his raven hair, as you loudly praised his skill through moans and chants. the wet sounds of him slurping and licking up your arousal egged you on to grind against his mouth. waves of arousal just keep coming, whatever his tongue couldn’t catch dripping onto the desk.

your thighs threatened to close around his head as you felt yourself coming close to climaxing. “fuck stop! toji i’m gonna cum,” you whine out, weakly trying to push his head away. you hear him hum in amusement as he instead, moves his hands up to spread your thighs back further. his tongue works your hole, slowly spreading it wider before he’s able to curl his tongue inside. you let out a loud cry, your hips jerking and bucking as you’re overwhelmed with pleasure. your vision spots as you cum all over his tongue, your thighs threatening to snap around his head but his hands keep you in place.

toji finishes licking up the rest of your arousal before rising up from between your legs, towering over your trembling figure. one hand comes up to your chin, roughly tilting your head up to look directly at him. “open,” he commands, to which you obey immediately. your tongue rolls out lewdly as he spits your arousal down your throat. “good girl,” he purrs. “now turn around, i’m about to fuck the living daylights out of you.”

eagerly you turn around on your stomach, thankful for the desk supporting your torso as your sure your wobbly legs would not be able to. you hear toji unbuckling behind you as your spread your legs slightly, swaying your hips hoping to entice him to move a bit faster. toji’s hands come to spread over the globe of your ass cheeks, kneading them in his palms.

“you’re so fucking sexy. i’m sure you already know ever since we’ve met this ass has been all i ever think about.” he chuckled, letting his hardened cock slide back and forth between your folds. you let out a whine moving your hips back against him. “i want you to fill me up so badly, please hurry.” your croak out, your voice hoarse from your previous climax. toji brings down his hand against your ass harshly, receiving a yelp in response. “and who you do you think you are ordering me, huh teach? i’m not one of your little first graders baby,” he grunts, spreading your ass cheeks again, letting the tip of his cock tease your aching hole.

“beg for it.” he taunts in a sing-song tone, sliding his cock up and down and against your cunt. your let out a small puff of air as you turn your head back to look at him with your pleading eyes. “please toji...please stuff me full. i haven’t been fucked in so long i wanna be filled up please.” you whimpered, your hips stuttering against his cock, now lubed up with all the juices he’d collected. your begging seemed to please toji, his scar twitching as his lips formed a smug smirk. “good girl.”

toji slammed his cock inside you, no regard for easing you on to his length whatsoever. tears pricked your eyes at the sharp pain, your insides spasming around him. “shit, you feel like a fucking virgin squeezing me so tight. you weren’t kidding about not being fucked in so long, hm?” he chuckled. you didn’t get the chance to respond as he was already pulling out to slam back in. it hurt so good, the pain and the pleasure of being stretched around his girth. he continued to thrust harshly inside your cunt only receiving broken moans and strings of curses from your lips.

his hand came to your hair, his fingers roughly grabbing your head back. your arousal began to return once more, dripping down his cock and making the most obscene squelching and sucking noises. “such a naughty teacher, letting a parent fuck her right in the classroom, huh?” toji’s gruff voice came from behind you. you whined, one of your hands reaching behind you to spread your ass cheeks to grabt him more access. “feels so fucking good, fuck me harder, please.” you manage to say through clenched teeth. “harder baby? you got it.”

before you can even think to react, his arms come to circle around your thighs, lifting you up against his chest. you let out a small cry, your arm instinctively circling around his neck for upper support. toji holds you up, legs spread over his cock. the cool air of the classroom hits your clit causing you whine out in frustration. toji chuckles. “impatient, are we teach?” he murmurs before ramming his hips up into you, his cock sliding back in immediately. “fuck!” you blurt out in surprise.

this new position had him hitting you in places no one had ever discovered and your tits bouncing up and down with fervor. your cunt fluttered, hearing his grunts so much closer to your ear. your lips fall slack, your tongue rolling out ever so slightly as he fucks you dumb. everything just feels so fucking good. “fuck keep squeezing around me just like that teach, i’m gonna cum.” he growls into your ear “fuck...stuff me full of your cum t-toji,” you sob, feeling yourself come closer to your second climax as well.

you bring your free hand down to your clit, rubbing it slow in contrast his quick thrusting. you wanted to savor this feeling. “god, keep touching yourself just like that baby,” he moans, swiveling his head to sink his teeth into to your shoulder. everything seems to slow, the pleasurable drag of his hardened cock against your walls, him hitting your spot just right, the way you sucked him back in as he pulled out...

“toji i’m - “ you can’t even finish before a wave of pleasure knocks over you, your vision spotting once again as he brings you to your climax for a second time. toji continues to fuck into you faster chasing his own high before you feel the spurts of thick cum filling your insides. you’re barely able to think, your fucked out daze taking over. you barely notice him move you off his softening length to set you down. you immediately grab ahold of him, your legs unable to support you at the time. you can feel his cum and your arousal begin to trickle out from your cunt, earning a satisfied whine from your lips. toji laughs softly, leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. “i haven’t had a good fuck like that in awhile. you were better than i imagined, taking me like that.” he spoke, his voice sounding muffled to you as your daze still hadn’t worn off. you hum softly nuzzling into his warm chest.

toji bites his lip as he looks down at you, you’re just so fucking cute clinging to him that way. he lifts you up on to the desk, carefully dressing you back up. he can’t find your panties so he just pulls you skirt back down from where it had gathered at your waist. he tucks your breasts back into your bra and picks up your blouse from the floor. he smirks at the missing button, doing what he can to close your blouse back up.

you smile gently, watching toji perform his aftercare. this must be the fatherly side of him you rarely get to see. after he’s finished dressing you both back up, he sets his gaze back on you. “so, i’ll see you next wednesday ms. ____?” he asks, settling back into his usual smug demeanor. you scoff before muttering out a small confirmation. he grins that smug toji grin. “perfect then. i’ll be sure to tell megumi you said hello.” he walks out shutting the door behind him, his heavy footsteps echoing down the hall.

authors note ⋆ hi! this is my first time ever writing and posting something here on tumblr <3 i really hope this wasn’t too bad this took me like three days to write and i deleted and added a bunch of stuff so i hope it isn’t too wacky. thank you for reading!

#toji x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #x reader

[zeroweeenies]

friends with benefits, megumi x reader? (make it long please, i just finished giving my final exams)

I bet you did amazing <3

“Not So Bad After All”

Desc: turns out megumi isn’t as bad as he seems.

Character(s): Megumi x fem!reader

Word Count: 5.1K

WARNINGS: belly bulge, praise, blood (non sexual), enemies to friends with benefits, aged up megumi, 18+ minors dni

You loved Fridays. You loved Saturdays even more. You loved that you could relax unwind on your couch and watch your favorite shows with a beer, especially after a long week of classes.

So when your weekly alleviation was interrupted Friday morning with your mom asking you to help Fushiguro and his dad to help you move into their new house next to you, you were pissed.

Now here you were, carrying heavy ass boxes like a factory worker, and for the likes of Fushiguro at that. You’ve known him ever since you both were small kids since his dad Toji and your mom were best friends in high school.

Unlike your parents, you and Fushiguro didn’t have the greatest friendship, hell you two didn’t have a friendship at all.

Most of your encounters only ever occurred because of the connection between your parents, and because you both attended the same University.

He was just so damn annoying, always shooting you dirty looks or teasing you about how you looked. You wondered how he could make fun of your appearance when he had that weird ass hair.

You weren’t just gonna let them get the last laugh, oh no. There was no possibility that he was going to fuck with you and you let it slide.

So whenever you around Fushiguro, you made it your life’s mission to fuck up his whole day. Whether it be with a snarky comment or scribbling all over his homework, you had to find some way to piss him off.

You huff as you set the heavy box down, moping to your mom. “why do I have to be here?”

She hoists the box up from the moving truck as if it were a feather. “Because we,” she grunts, “are good people who help our friends out.”

“Fushiguro is not my friend.” you scoff at her words. “I think you’re getting delusional, ma.”

She stops as she sets the box down at the doorstep, holding her finger up in your direction.

“Watch your mouth.” she says in a warning tone.

“Don’t think just because you’re in college that you’re too old for a beating, little girl.”

“And go get the boys, they should be out here helping, too.” she sends you off, returning to the truck to retrieve more boxes.

You kiss your teeth, waving her off. “Whatever.”

“What was that?” she chirps from inside the vehicle, daring you to repeat your words.

“I said I love you mom!” you rush into the house, managing to avoid her.

You walk into the house in search of Fushiguro and his dad when you spot him on the couch watching tv. You almost scoff at the sight of the tall boy just sitting there while you’re outside working your ass off.

Walking up to him, you smack the side of his head, causing him to hold that very spot. “ouch! what the fuck!?”

“This isn’t the fucking moving company, you need to be outside helping.” you point towards the exterior of the house with your thumb, one arm across your chest as it propped up your elbow.

“Yeah yeah, whatever” he rubs the side of his head as he stands up.

“Where’s your hot dad at shitty hair?” you teased, knowing he would get mad. Fushiguro hated two things: people talking about his dad, and people talking about his hair. To your surprise, he didn’t snap at you. Instead, he snapped back at you in the same tone.

“In the kitchen arranging the appliances, how about your hot mom moon face? i think i wanna pay her a little visit,” he shot back, leering down at you.

This is exactly what you were talking about. Fushiguro always had some smart comment to throw at you. Whatever you threw at him he ended up throwing it back ten times harder, and you couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t stand him.

Especially the moon face remark, and to think you had stopped being insecure about that.

You roll your eyes at him, storming off to the kitchen to find his dad. You walk in to see him putting away appliances in the cabinets, the sweat from his toned body making his shirt cling to his body. He looked good.

You knocked at the wall announcing your presence, practically foaming at the mouth as Toji spun around to face you from where he was standing. He chuckled when he noticed the way you were looking at him, wiping the pooling sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

Fushiguro’s dad had always been good looking, you knew it ever since you were younger. It’s not like you were in love with the guy or anything, it was just an innocent little school girl crush that you developed. Besides, he was way out of your age range to begin with.

“What’s up kiddo?” he scruffs up your hair. Despite being so tough on his son, the man always had a soft spot for you. It was almost like you were a second child to him.

“I’m not a kid anymore,” you pout “and mom needs you outside to help with the boxes” you say with ire in your voice.

You were a little annoyed that the man still saw you as a child. You were in college and had your own apartment, you paid your own bills, you even had a pet that you cared for.

So it was a bit irritating that his disposition about you remained the same despite the fact being that you were morphing into an adult.

“yeah right, you and megumi will always be kids to me. even when you get old and have to shit in diapers” he wraps his arm around your neck, walking you to the front of the house.

“gross.” he laughs, removing his arm from you as he walks around the truck where your mom is.

“Me and Megumi finished this load. Ready for the next trip?” she nodded towards the truck, hopping in the passenger’s side when Toji gave her confirmation.

“Yup,” the tall man walked around to the driver’s side, swinging the heavy door open and sliding in place.

Your eyes shot open in bewilderment, rushing to the side where your mom was. “Next trip? There’s more stuff!?”

“Sweetheart don’t be like that, there’s only a few more things we have to get from the old apartment. we’ll be done after this, I promise.” she said with assurement in her voice. “Now move, i don’t want you to get run over.”

You stepped back in disbelief, nearly tripping over your own two feet as you watched the truck fade away into the distance. You were already taking time out of your day to do something you didn’t want to do in the first place, now that time was getting extended.

The sun had begun to set over the horizon, painting the summer sky with a beautiful mixture of orange and pink. You stood in the driveway, dumbfounded for a few moments before you could even formulate a sentence.

“This is some bullshit.” you huffed out, earning a wry laugh from Fushiguro who stood a few feet away from you.

“Weekend isn’t going as planned, is it?” he chirped from behind you, causing you to turn around and stomp on his foot as you walked past him to get to the house.

He hopped on one foot, holding the other one that you had stepped on.

“Shut the hell up. And help me put the rest of these boxes in the house shitface.”

“Says the one that has a face with more craters than the moon,” he mumbles out, barely audible enough for you to hear.

When Fushiguro brings the last of the boxes in the house, you’re settled on the couch watching tv. He purposefully plops down on the couch at the exact spot where your feet are resting, causing you to land repeated butterfly kicks to the side of his thigh.

You feel Fushiguro grab you by the ankle, yanking you forward so that your legs were in an awkward position. He leaned over you, his face getting dangerously close to yours and his body sitting between your legs.

Face growing hot, you tried to pull your ankle from his tight hold but to no avail. Fushiguro only tightened his grip on you causing you to wince. You attempt to kick him off you with your free foot but he only catches that one too, now holding your legs open with both hands.

If you weren’t flustered before, you definitely were now. The dark scowl on Fushiguro’s face only excites you even more. You weren’t supposed to be feeling this way, you’re supposed to hate him. But here you are, hot and bothered with the boy you hate spreading your legs wide open.

“Do that again, and I’ll hurt you. Bad.” he whispers with warning in his voice, face nearly touching yours.

His voice promised danger but was alluring all the same. It made you tremble, underwear starting to grow wet.

“Fushi-wushi, how’d you know I like pain?” you challenged him, daring to inch your face closer to his.

“You know, you should take a girl out on a date before you try to get between her legs,” you snicker, pushing him off you before sauntering off into the kitchen, hips swaying in efforts to tease him.

Megumi sits on the couch, shocked and flustered at your boldness as he watches you disappear into the other room.

You retrieve the pitcher of orange juice that sits in the freezer, opening it and placing it on the counter as you go to get a glass from the cabinet that sits way too high for you to reach.

“Shit. How am I supposed to reach that?”

You tug on your bottom lip with your teeth, contemplating asking Fushiguro for help or try to get it yourself knowing it’s too far out of your grasp. You choose the latter.

There was no way you were about to ask that bozo for help. He’d probably tease you about your height, rubbing it in your face about how you couldn’t even reach to get a flimsy little glass.

You steady yourself on the balls of your feet, stretching as far as you can to reach the glass. Your feet begin to burn, your calves burning from the stretch as your fingertips brushed the glass.

You must’ve tapped the object a tad bit too hard because it came tumbling down, knocking the carton of orange juice down to splatter all over your clothes before hitting the floor, shattering in the process.

A shard of the broken glass cuts your foot, causing you to scream. A confused Fushiguro speeds into the kitchen, eyes widening at your state before rushing off. You raise your injured foot off the ground, hobbling to the opposite side of the counter so you didn’t hurt yourself again.

The pain in your foot only grew, drops of blood hitting the floor as you winced.

Fushiguro reenters the room, a white box in his hand with a red and white sign on it.

“Sit on the counter,” he instructs you, and you do as he says, legs swinging from the place you were sitting. He drops to his knees and pries the kit open, revealing medical tools and supplies used to clean up wounds. He slips on a pair of gloves then pulls out a pair of tweezers, beginning to work on your foot.

Fushiguro angles your foot with his left hand, using his right to remove the glass with catlike precision. He’s so focused, the look of concern on his face baffling you. You cringe as you feel the glass exiting your foot, tears prodding your eyes from the agony.

“Why didn’t you call me?” he grits his teeth, never averting his eyes from the task at hand.

“Because I can-” you hiss, your foot recoiling from the stinging feeling of the alcohol that he applied to your foot.

“I can do it myself,” you sigh out, the sting beginning to dissipate.

“No you can’t, ___ . You could’ve really hurt yourself.” You noticed the resentment in his voice, he wouldn’t even look at you.

“Why do you care so much anyw-” you holler at him

“BECAUSE,” he yells at you, his eyes softening at the way you jumped back from him.

He sighs, continuing to nurse your foot by wrapping it in gauze. “I have my reasons” he gives you no further answer.

Any other time you would’ve yelled back at him, but the genuine concern in his voice only instructed you to be quiet.

He notices your ruined clothes from the orange juice that splattered over it. He also takes note of the way your shirt sticks to your breasts with your perked nippes showing through. He averts his eyes, quickly shooing you off.

“Look at you, you’re all sticky. I have clothes in my room you can go wear something of mine. I have to get this stuff cleaned up.” He turns away from you, securing the med kit before tending to the mess you made.

You could only nod, scooting off of the counter before leaving the kitchen on your injured foot to retreat to Fushiguro’s room.

There was this feeling in your chest that you just couldn’t shake off. Why did you feel bad? You couldn’t stand Fushiguro, so why did it bother you to see him upset?

You shut the door, peeling yourself out of your sticky clothes before searching for something to put on.

Megumi finishes cleaning up the glass and spilled juice when his phone lights up with a ‘ding’ noise. He picks up the device, noticing a text from his dad.

‘piece of shit truck broke down. we won’t be able to get home until the morning. there’s money for food in my room if you need it. -dad’

Megumi sucks his teeth at the message, heading upstairs to tell you the sudden news. He opens the door to his room, seeing your half naked body as you turn around, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

He caught a glimpse of the thong you were wearing, seeing how it nestled perfectly between your cheeks. Your ass looked good. He notices you’re not wearing a bra, his eyes trained on the way your pebbled nipples stick out.

You cover yourself with the shirt you found, snapping him out of his trance causing him to avert his eyes back to your flustered gaze.

“Can you get out!?” you shove him out and close the door behind him before he even gets the chance to apologize.

Megumi slaps his hands over his face, cursing to himself for not thinking to knock as he heads downstairs.

What was that? Was Fushiguro... checking you out? You caught him looking at your tits through your shirt earlier, and now this. You couldn’t front, Fushiguro was a good looking guy, but you didn’t like him like that. Did you?

When he was between your legs on the couch, your face was hot. And he made your underwear uncomfortable, but that didn’t mean you liked him. Did it?

You’re talking about a boy you grew up loathing, and you were pretty sure he couldn’t stand you either. Now you were questioning whether you had feelings for him. It made your head feel fuzzy.

Coyly walking into the living room, you sit on the couch opposite of Fushiguro. The awkward silence between you two only grew while the loud sounds from the tv served as white noise.

Fushiguro finally breaks the quietness between you two “The moving truck broke down, so you have to stay here for the night.”

Shit. And to think things weren’t awkward enough, now you have to spend the whole night alone with him.

“Oh.” you simply state, twiddling your thumbs as you look down.

A few moments pass before you glance at Fushiguro, finally deciding to speak. “Sorry I broke your glass…” you mutter out, making him laugh from beside you.

“Moon face is apologizing? Pigs must be flying,” he was holding his stomach from how hard he was laughing.

You were never really good at apologizing, always too prideful to own up to your faults. But when you did, you always meant it. So Fushiguro laughing at you only prompted you to fold your arms.

“Well now I take it back” you pout, turning your body away from him.

“Awww come on,” he scooches over to where you’re sitting, tilting your chin up to face him with his thumb and forefinger.

“If it makes you feel better, I’m sorry for yelling at you. I was being a dick.”

The awkward tension in the room was now replaced with sexual tension, your breath catches in your throat from how close he was. He could kiss you right now if he really wanted to.

You take this time to analyze his features. His thick lashes had grown out, curling up to his eyebrows beautifully. His jawline was sharp now, with his Adam's apple more prominent. And his lips were smooth and plush with a natural sheen to them, both a bubblegum pink color.

You had never seen him this way. Maybe you were just too busy hating him to even notice; but he was older, more mature now. He looked hot. You guess you weren’t the only one who had grown up.

“Fushiguro, why were you so worried about me earlier?” your breaths got heavier, heart pounding out of your chest as his face neared towards you.

The thumb on your chin ran along your mouth, Fushiguro’s eyes flickering to your lower lip.

“I can show you better than I can tell you. Will you let me?” he asks for your permission.

You weren’t stupid, you knew exactly where this was headed. And you didn’t mind. It had been months since you last got off, so you’d give in to your desires this time.

You close your eyes, letting Fushiguro close the distance between you two. His lips connect with yours in a heated but sensual kiss, tongue entering your mouth making you stifle a moan.

You let his hands wander your body. The meat of your thighs, the flesh of your ass, your soft tits. Megumi wanted to feel all of you. After so long, he was finally getting what he wanted. He was going to savor this moment.

He pulled his lips from yours, breath heavy against your swollen lips from the bruising kiss. His hands rested at the hem of your shirt, silently asking if he could take it off. You nod, raising your arms for him to remove the clothing.

You sit there in only your panties, Fushiguro’s eyes scanning your naked chest as he throws the shirt across the room.

“Your tits are so pretty,” latching onto your breast, he sucks your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. He tastes the spilled orange juice from earlier on your skin, it drives him absolutely mad.

You throw your head back as Fushiguro makes dark bruises all over your chest, you’d have to cover that up with makeup later on.

He trails his tongue all the way down your sternum and stomach, moving down until he’s face to face with your cunt. He presses kisses to the fabric right over where your clit is, licking stripes over it making you whine for him to do more.

Fushiguro gets your message and hooks his finger over your thong, pushing the material out of the way before he jabs his tongue into your hole, rubbing your clit at the same time

“You taste so fucking good,” he removes his tongue from inside of you, slurping and sucking on that sensitive spot that drives you crazy.

You can’t control your moans now. The way he’s eating you is driving you nuts, and you feel yourself getting closer when he nudges two fingers in your pussy, curling his fingers as he works them in and out of you.

“Fuck— yes yes yes, right there” you wail, feeling your release near.

Fushiguro groans at the way your fingers suck him in, his sweatpants grow uncomfortable from his rock hard dick drooling with precum.

“Right there? You gunna cum?” you nod your head furiously, eyes shutting tight with your mouth wide open.

Fushiguro takes advantage of your open mouth by pushing two of his fingers in, holding your tongue down as he muffles your cries.

Fuck. Fingers in your mouth. Fingers in your pussy. You could just die.

“Go ahead, cum. I got you.”

You let out a long moan, pleasure soaring through you as Fushiguro folds you in half on the couch with his fingers up to the knuckle inside of your pulsing cunt.

He works you through your orgasm, suckling on your clit as you begin to come down.

He palms his cock through his sweats to relieve himself from his painfully hard erection as he comes up to kiss you, swirling his tongue on yours allowing you to taste yourself. You moan from tasting your juices on his tongue, remembering your flavor along with Fushiguro’s.

“Good fucking girl” he detaches his lips from yours, breathless. You motion to pull his pants down but he catches your hand in his, causing you to frown at him.

“Wanna make you feel good too,” you pouted up at him, making Fushiguro let out a groan.

As much as he wanted your soft lips wrapped around his dick, he couldn’t allow it. He wanted tonight to be about you, he wanted solely to be the one to make you feel good.

Pressing a sweet kiss to your mouth, he gave you a knowing smile.

“I know, baby. Tonight’s about you though.” biting your lip, you give him a small nod as you watch him pull his shirt off along with his sweats.

He was sexy. His arms were decorated with muscles, his toned stomach and abs must’ve been crafted by the gods themselves. His prominent v-line extended down his pelvis making you salivate.

He pumped his thick cock in his hand one, two, three times before approaching you to your position on the couch, legs wide open with your panties pushed to the side. He barely gets the tip in before he pulls out again, letting out an audible groan.

“What’s wrong?” you sit up on your elbows, furrowing your eyebrows.

He runs his free hand down his face, looking down at you. “I don’t have a condom.”

You look down, licking your lips. You always practiced safe sex. You never once let a guy fuck you without a rubber. But the thought of Fushiguro going raw in you has you clenching around nothing.

“It’s okay, you can cum inside me. I’m on birth control.” you mumble, too embarrassed to even say it louder

His eyebrows raise in surprise. “You sure?” you nod, and that’s all he needs you to do before he slides into you in one fell swoop.

You throw your head back from the feeling of him stuffing you. His cock is so thick, stretching you out so perfectly you can’t help but scream.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he breathes out, shoving his cock in and out of your sopping cunt.

Your hole is so sloppy, you can feel yourself dripping onto the cushions right below where Fushiguro is fucking you senseless.

“Look at you, making a fucking mess” he gapes at where the two of you connect, pounding your pussy as your slick covers his abdomen. “I would’ve fucked you a long time ago if I knew you get this wet for me”

His words only make you clench around his fat cock, eliciting a deep groan from him. You try to hold back your moans, only making Fushiguro pin your arms above your head.

“Ah ah, let me hear those pretty moans. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.” he commands you. The loud slaps filling the room and the lewdness of your tits uncontrollably bouncing in front of him only embarrass you further, pushing you closer to orgasm.

Fushiguro pulls out of you, flipping you onto your hands and knees before he pushes back into your soaked pussy, finally drawing out a moan from you.

“That’s a good girl,” he ruthlessly pounds you, cooing in your ear about how well you’re taking his dick. He was so deep, his cock fucking into your cervix. You could feel him in your stomach.

He presses his hand to your stomach, and you felt his dick pushing in and out of that very spot.

“You feel me in your tummy? I’m right here, baby”

he breathes in your ear, the feeling is too much, you know you’re about to cum at any given moment.

“‘S too big-- too much,” your eyes retreat to the back of your head, nails clawing at the arm of the couch.

“Yeah? You can take it. You’re a good girl, I know you can.”

And you do. You take all of his fat cock in your little pussy because he tells you to. Because you wanna be a good girl.

He didn’t know how long he could keep this up, he was about to blow his load inside you but not before you tell him what he wants to hear.

“Fushig-”

“Megumi,” he corrects you

“Megumi, please let me cum—!” you beg, tears streaming down your face.

He ponders on it for a while, hips never faltering against your ass.

“You gonna stop pretending you hate me?”

“Yes—!”

“You gonna stop being such a damn brat?”

“Yes yes yes—! I’ll do anything you want, jus’ please let me cum”

His breaths begin to stagger. He’s cumming.

“Cum baby, cum all over my dick” he rubs on your clit, tipping you over the edge. Any and all sound you hear is blocked out, you can only feel yourself floating.

Your little cunt strangles Fushiguro as his cream fills you, the white liquid spilling out as he fucks it in and out of you.

Your body collapses onto the sofa below you as you come down from your high, twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He really fucked your brains out.

The edges of your vision begin to fade into white as you feel your limp body being scooped up and carried out of the room.

You fade in and out of consciousness when you feel a warm wet material run up and down your skin, seeing a tall figure looming over you before you finally black out for good.

Your eyes flutter open, taking note of your surroundings. You were in Fushiguro’s bedroom. Feeling a heavy arm around your waist, you turn your head to find him sleeping peacefully next to you.

‘He looks so cute when he’s sleeping.’ you smile sheepishly, attempting to slide out of his hold only for him to pull you closer.

“Gonna leave without saying goodbye first?” he speaks in his deep morning voice, the sounds going straight to your core.

“We can’t let our parents catch us like this. And if I keep listening to your morning voice I just might fuck you while they’re here.” you admit.

He lets out a deep chuckle “I don’t mind, let them listen.” he pulls you even closer, his morning wood pressing up against your ass.

His voice is seriously doing something to you. If he kept testing you, you’d end up taking him up on his offer. But you can’t let it distract you, you have to get dressed.

“I’m serious, I gotta get dressed” you say flatly.

Fushiguro lets out a whine, not really wanting you to leave. “Fine,” he surrenders, pressing a kiss to your nape that makes you shiver.

Sliding from his grip, you scour the room for your clothes, slipping them on as he comes up to hug you from behind.

“Are you gonna let me see you again?” he presses his lips to your shoulder and neck, waiting for a response.

You think over the question for a minute. Considering what it would be like to have a recurrent fuck buddy. None of the other guys you slept with could get you off properly, except Fushiguro.

Fushiguro actually was a decent guy despite being a dickwad most of the time, he was also someone you could trust after knowing him for so long. Besides, he knew how to fuck.

You answer his question with a simple nod, turning around in his hold and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Good,” he presses a kiss to your lips, his hands snaking down past the small of your back to grab a handful of your ass.

“Megumi!” you hear a voice call out to him. It sounds like… his dad?

His eyes blow wide as he shoves you into his closet without warning. You decide to keep quiet, but you notice your panties are on the floor in perfect view as his father enters the room, telling Fushiguro to help move the rest of the boxes.

You can only hope he doesn’t notice but his eyes make direct contact with the fabric as he’s about to leave the room, shooting his son a shit eating grin.

You would be embarrassed, but you take note of the box of rubbers sitting on the shelf next to you. ‘That sneaky little fucker.’

You couldn’t complain, you wanted to feel all of him anyways. Your attention is turned back to the two people in front of you.

“That’s my boy!” the older man cheers as he humps the air, smacking it with his open palm as if it were a woman. He pats Megumi on the back before exiting the room.

“My son is the man!” he shouts proudly throughout the entire house.

You slowly emerge from the closet, hands forming in an ‘ok’ sign as if to say “Smooth.”

He laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his nape. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

You wave him off, assuring him there’s no problem.

“So uh, see you next Saturday?”

You nod giving him a smile, turning around to leave his room. Saturdays were your favorite day, but you didn’t mind giving that up if it meant spending your free time with him. He had you wrapped around his little finger already and he didn’t even know it.

Maybe Fushiguro isn’t so bad after all.

Oops-

You mean Megumi.

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[dearsukuna]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒.

INTRODUCING: JJK CHARACTERS AND THEIR LOVE LANGUAGES :)

STARRING: ITADORI YUJI, FUSHIGURO MEGUMI, KUGISAKI NOBARA, SUKUNA RYOMEN.

TAGS: JJK X READER, FLUFF, GENDER IS NOT SPECIFIED! NOT PROOF-READ. ENJOY :)

— ITADORI YUJI

YUJI YUJI BABY YU BABY YUJI !!

sweetheart’s love language is physical touch

he is very,, clingy

lacing his fingers with yours makes him feel relaxed :))

but he’s super enthusiastic as well so

you know that move where you grab each others fore arms and turn in circles ...

ya ... he does that,, its nice and fun but !! it makes you both dizzy

LOVES LOVES touching foreheads !!

he thinks its so intimate and <3<3

expect a lot of pda ... no escape imo

will !! smoother you !! or rub noses !! everytime he passes by

i want to kiss him and rub noses too 💔😿

— FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

quality time~~

he spends a lot of time training

and fushi was neglected by his f*ther so..

he always tries his best to spend time with you

you guys dont even have to be doing anything, just having your presence comforts him :))

he likes sleeping with you !! NOT IN THAT WAY

by now you’re just staying with him in his dorm already hh

will risk sleep ?? just ?? to stare at you sleeping ??

IDK HE SEEMS LIKE HE’D SUIT WORDS OF AFFIRMATIONS AS WELL

this difficult or whateva 😐

but if he had words of affirmations !!

he loves pet names,, receiving them,, but he doesnt admit it

cliche or whatver ...

omg .. mix quality time w words of affirmations and you get looong love talks

— KUGISAKI  NOBARA

receiving gifts !!

loves receiving anything from you really

but get her sweets,, especially cakes

remember her backstory,, the lady brought her sweets once and every since then receiving sweets was like a huge boom of adoration :))

and do give her notes!!

she has a box where she stores all your notes and letters

will often take it out to read over your notes,, it always makes her day!!

expect kugisaki to give you random things,, flowers... a pretty stone... iced latte.. a matching t-shirt

she’s so cute <3<3

i want to buy the entire bakery 4 her 🙏

omg ... buy her hairpins !! she will wear it everywhere !!

ALSO MATCHING OUTIFTS !! 

— SUKUNA RYOMEN

PHYSICAL TOUCH!!

he’s just .. been there for so long

and w him being king of curses and all ... you’d expect that not many would want to get close to him

so he gets really mushy when you are close to him and allow him to touch you

just shows how much you trust him and he loves that <3

definitely combs through your hair a lot

he expects you to do the same >:(

DO THE SAME!!honestly just be caressing him in some way

will always be in a good mood when you’re touching him

also do nuzzle into the crook of his neck, he’s a little ticklish there AHAHAH

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Pairings - Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

Warnings - Character Death, Slight Blood

A/N - Soo, I had no idea how to end this properly, like at all buut I hope you all enjoy regardless. I think I am going to start taking requests soon, I'll make a post on it later. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!

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"Open your eyes! Please, Y/N—" blood stained his pale hands as he held you there in his arms. He should've stopped you from crossing the road, he should've grabbed you or shoved you out of the way before that truck could even touch you..staring down at your broken body, tears threatened to spill from his eyes and Megumi continued to try to wake you up.

"Somebody, anybody—! Please, Call an ambulance! Call someone, plea—!!" He screamed out only to stop when feeling a weak tug on his shirt. Looking down at you once more, Megumi gritted his teeth as he held you close. "Hang in there, Y/N, just hang on just a little bit longer for me..."

"F-fushi..guro....it hurts..it hurt..s" your voice barely came out in a whisper, blood tricked down your bloody forehead and down your cheek as you stared up at the boy but your vision was growing darker and darker.. "Shh, don't talk. It's gonna be ok, you're going to be ok..."

"G-gumi, i... I...lov..i loved.."

"No! No.. no..dont tell me, tell me later when you're in the hospital recovering, not here" Megumi looked around frantically, hearing the blaring sound of an ambulance getting closer and closer, relief almost washing over him as small smile spread across his lips. "S-see, they're almost here, Y/—" he said, stopping once when his eyes dropped back down to you. The light that had once shine in your eyes were now dull as the rapid up and down movement of your chest had came to a halt. Gently nudging you, he whispered your name in hopes you would answer him, in hopes that you would say something. When nothing but silence returned, his nudges became harder in desperation. "Hey, wake up! This isn't funny, Y/N, Wake the hell up!! Y/N? Y/N?!!!"

No, no, he couldn't lose you, He couldn't lose you too. Soon enough, Megumi felt hands pull him away from your cold body as he continued screaming out to you but they only fell on deaf ears. Paramedics quickly moved to you as he was taken away, a grim expression on their faces as they already knew the diagnostic report.

"Dead on arrival, 6:30 PM...Blood loss from lower abdomen and—"

"She isn't dead! She's not dead, you idiots!" "Alright, son, let's get you out of here.." one of the officers said, taking Megumi away as he tried to pull away to get back to you. Seeing the boy who was with you slowly fading away in the crowd, one of the paramedics took a look around seeing next to your corpse was a polaroid camera with a broken lens faced on its side. Sighing to himself, he stood up and motioned for his partner to begin the cleaning up of the accident, unaware of the camera's shutter going off.

Opening his eyes right away and sitting up, Megumi looked around to see he was no longer on the streets of the shopping district. He was no longer being taking away by cops, he was no longer..by your side. Dragging a hand to his face and laying back down, a sigh escaped his lips as he realised it was just a dream. Why couldn't it have been one of better days with you, why did it have to be that day specifically.

Your death was labeled as an accident after he explained what had happened to the police. The two of you were just coming back from the local shopping district after getting a few supplies for an upcoming school project you both had to complete when you had ran to the road after a paper flew out of the your hand. Of course, they found it strange when he told them that until he cleared up that it wasnt just a piece of paper...it was a photograph of the two of you from earlier that day. A photograph she had taken with her camera where he willingly smiled...

The stupid reason for your death was a photograph of him and he hated it. Megumi blamed himself for not stopping you from crossing the road and now because of him, that smile he came to love was gone. The days after your death were harder still over the fact that..

Click~!

Your presence still lingered. Hearing the shutter of a camera, the ravenette dragged a hand across his face before turning to his side where his nightstand was. There beside the lamp was a polaroid camera with a broken lens facing him, already printing a fresh photograph on the wooden table. You were always obsessed with that thing, taking photos of places and objects that caught your eye with him being one of the most favorite things you liked to photograph. 'You'd look so much better if you smiled, Gumi..' he hated that nickname you gave him and yet...he wouldn't mind hearing it again. He wouldn't mind hearing how excited you were over a certain photo you had taken that day..

'Check it out, Megumi! Caught a good one!'

'do you think Tsumaki-chan would mind if I take a photo?'

'Megumi, you're such a stick in the mud, can't you ever smile..?'

'Hey, Megumi..?'

'G-gumi...I..I loved...I love...you—'

Reaching over and gently taking the photograph, Megumi stared down at it as the guilt resurfaced yet again. He was so angry at you that day..he remembered it clearly..around that time was when Tsumaki was cursed but for all you knew, she was just sick. You tried your hardest to cheer him up, to let him know that you were there for him and yet...he took out his anger and frustration on you. What was worse were those words, the last words he said to you before your life was cut short..

'I'm only trying to help, I know that things are a bit rough right now but–'

'But nothing! This isnt something a picture perfect scenario you can fix with your stupid camera! I don't need your help and I don't need you, I was doing fine by myself and honestly I'd rather go back to being that way so buzz off!' He remembered shoving you away, the photo in your hand flying out of your grasp and unconsciously, you reached out to grab it...one moment he was staring down at you angrily and the next, covered in your blood and begging for you to stay.

He shouldn't have gotten mad but he knew you weren't upset with him. How...? Because when you died, you died in his arms smiling. Smiling with those dull eyes staring into his soul. Smiling just like now in the photograph in his hand..

As he laid on his side in the photo, there you were laying beside him with your arms around his waist and you were just smiling down at him with those dull E/C eyes. Megumi frowned, running a finger over the photo

"Yeah..good morning to you too..Y/N"

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