Adi

art cr @ kimama__12 on x

18+ MDNI, aged up!megumi, perv!megumi, established relationship, solo masturbation, panty kink. abstract, fushiguro megumi was doing a perfectly fine job at being your boyfriend. normal, respectful, composed. unfortunately, his dreams, his shikigami, and one very cute missing pair had other plans.

꣑ৎ MEGUMI HAD ALWAYS THOUGHT HE WAS A DECENT PERSON :)

quiet, maybe. emotionally constipated, according to nobara, which felt rude but not entirely false. he was blunt when embarrassed, painfully calm when he didn’t know what to do with his feelings, and weirdly committed to pretending he didn’t care whenever you stole his hoodies, even though he kept leaving them in places you could easily find.

then he started dating you.

and apparently, dating you had reduced him to some sort of victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time.

three months into the relationship, and megumi still acted like your touch needed a warning label. you could kiss his cheek outside the campus library and he would look away like he had just been caught committing tax fraud. you could lean against his side during movie night, warm and sleepy, and his whole body would go still for half a second before he remembered that boyfriends were, in fact, allowed to be held.

you thought it was cute.

megumi thought he needed professional help.

because it wasn’t just the soft things anymore. it was the way your shirt slipped off your shoulder when you stretched. the way your thighs pressed together when you sat on his bed. the way you looked after training, skin warm from the sun, hair messy, laughing with your water bottle pressed to your lips like you weren’t personally dragging his self-control behind a building.

he wanted to be normal about you. really, he did. you were his girlfriend, not some divine punishment sent to test whether his dignity could survive physical affection. you deserved a boyfriend who was calm, respectful, and not quietly combusting every time you hugged him a little too close.

megumi tried very hard to be that boyfriend.

unfortunately, wanting you had started eating through his self-control like a curse with expensive taste.

the dreams came first. vivid, feverish, humiliating things that left him waking up with a harsh gasp, his hips jerking up into the mattress to chase a ghost. your voice would linger near his ear. your skin would press flush against his. your mouth would be somewhere it shouldn’t be yet, sweet and needy and completely unfair. the details always blurred as reality crashed in, but the physical aftermath was painfully clear. he’d snap awake aching and rock hard, his chest heaving in the quiet dark, the front of his sleep pants ruined and uncomfortably sticky. he would just lie there, face burning into his pillow, before dragging himself out of bed to wash the evidence away, feeling like an absolute criminal by morning.

every time, it was you.

of course it was you.

you were his first serious girlfriend. the first person he actually wanted to be good for. the first person who made him think about things he immediately wanted to bury under concrete and never speak of again. maybe, hopefully, someday you would be his first in other ways too.

the thought alone made him shove his face into his pillow and silently consider becoming religious.

oh, he was so cooked.

the worst part started after evening training.

the campus field was still warm from the afternoon sun, grass damp beneath everyone’s shoes, the air filled with the sound of yuji complaining that nobara kept aiming for his head. you had dropped your gym bag near megumi’s by the benches, half-zipped because you never really closed anything properly, then wandered off to refill your water bottle.

megumi had summoned rabbit escape for control practice. nothing serious, just a few white rabbits scattering through the grass while yuji tried not to step on them and nobara accused him of weaponizing cuteness. one of the rabbits, smaller than the rest and apparently born with no morals, hopped toward your open bag.

megumi saw the flash of pink before anyone else did.

his body went very still.

the rabbit tugged something soft from the side pocket and sat there proudly, your panties caught between its little teeth like it had just won a prize.

megumi moved so fast he almost tripped.

he scooped the rabbit up, turned his back to the field, and pulled the fabric away before yuji could glance over. his heart was beating too hard for something that was, technically, laundry. just laundry. normal laundry. laundry that absolutely should have gone straight back into your bag like a normal boyfriend with a normal brain would do.

“don’t,” he whispered to the rabbit.

the rabbit blinked.

you called his name from across the field, smiling as you lifted your water bottle. “gumi, you okay?”

megumi panicked.

he shoved the fabric into the pocket of his track jacket.

“yeah,” he called back, voice flat enough to pass as normal if nobody looked too closely. “fine.”

just for now, he told himself. he would put it back later. when nobody was looking. when his pulse stopped acting like he had robbed a bank.

꣑ৎ DECENT PERSON, MY ASS.

that night the dorm room was too quiet. megumi sat on the edge of his bed with the lights off, only the faint glow from the campus path outside slipping through the blinds. the pink panties were still in his pocket. he hadn’t even taken his jacket off yet. his fingers brushed the soft fabric when he finally reached in, and the second he pulled them out his stomach flipped.

he should throw them back in the drawer. he should wash them. he should do anything except what he was about to do.

instead he leaned back against the pillows, breath already shaky, and unfolded the delicate pink material. the little bow caught on his thumb. the scent of you—warm skin, faint floral detergent, the ghost of your body—hit him so hard his cock twitched instantly in his sweats.

“fuck… i’m sorry,” he muttered, like you could hear him. like apologizing to the empty room would make this less pathetic.

he shoved his sweats and boxers down just enough, his cock springing free, already flushed and leaking. he wrapped the panties around his length slowly, the silky fabric cool against hot skin, and the first stroke pulled a quiet, broken sound from his throat. the little bow dragged under the head and his hips jerked up without permission.

megumi closed his eyes and let the thoughts flood in.

he imagined you in his lap, thighs spread over his, wearing nothing but that exact pair. the way you’d smile at him all teasing and fond when you felt how hard he was. the way you’d rock against him, grinding the soft fabric right against his cock while you kissed that spot under his jaw that always made him weak. your voice in his ear, low and sweet, calling him “gumi” like you knew exactly what you did to him.

his hand moved faster, twisting a little at the head, the soaked panties sliding obscenely over his shaft. pre-cum darkened the pink almost immediately. he pictured pushing the fabric aside, sliding his fingers through your slick folds instead, hearing that tiny gasp you made whenever he touched you somewhere new. he wanted to bury his face between your thighs and stay there until you were shaking. wanted to hear you moan his name while he finally pushed inside you, slow and careful and so fucking deep.

“shit— you’d feel so so hng g-good,” he whispered, voice hoarse. his strokes turned messy, desperate. the wet sound of fabric and skin filled the room and it only made him harder. “so warm… so tight… f-fuck, i want you so bad—”

the guilt twisted sharp in his chest, but it only made the heat worse. he was disgusting. he was a terrible boyfriend. and still, he couldn’t stop. he pressed the panties tighter in his fist, close enough to feel the soft fabric against his palm, imagining your hand instead, your mouth, the way you’d look up at him with that bright, wicked little smile while you took him apart.

his thighs tensed. his free hand fisted the sheets. when he felt himself getting close, some ridiculous, half-functioning part of his brain still had the nerve to panic.

not on them.

megumi jerked the fabric away at the last second like it was something precious, something he had no right to ruin, and buried his face into his forearm as the feeling hit him hard and sudden. his hips stuttered, breath breaking into a choked sound he barely managed to swallow, body trembling through every shaky wave until the room went quiet again.

for a long moment, he just lay there, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling like it might offer judgment. it didn’t, duh.

which was rude, honestly.

the pink panties were still clutched safely in his hand, untouched and soft, still carrying that faint trace of your perfume, your laundry soap, you. megumi looked at them through half-lidded eyes, flushed and ruined and still careful enough to fold them against his chest like that somehow made any of this less insane.

megumi, once again, told himself he would return it before this got any worse.

꣑ৎ JOKE’S ON YOU.

by the next afternoon, it had gotten worse.

not because of the drills, though they were annoying. not because yuji kept trying to turn sparring into a competition no one had agreed to. worse because you were sitting beside megumi on the bench, digging through your gym bag with a frown while he wrapped tape around his wrist and pretended the top drawer in his dorm didn’t exist.

“this is actually so annoying,” you said.

megumi kept his eyes on the tape. “what is?”

“my new pink pair is gone.” you pushed aside your towel, lip gloss, and spare shirt with growing offense. “i swear i put it in here after changing yesterday. it had a little bow and everything. very cute. now it’s missing.”

megumi’s fingers paused for one single heartbeat.

“maybe you left it in your room.”

“i checked.” you sighed like you had suffered a real tragedy. “twice. i think the campus laundry ghosts have chosen me.”

“sorry for your loss.”

“thank you. i’ll need snack compensation.”

“for underwear?”

“for emotional damage.”

he looked at you then, and you looked so genuinely annoyed that guilt twisted through him, sharp and hot. you weren’t suspicious. you weren’t accusing him. you were just talking to him the way you always did, dragging him into your little complaints because he was your boyfriend and that was supposed to mean something simple and safe.

megumi swallowed.

he would return it tonight.

probably.

training picked up again after that, saving him from having to speak. the two of you sparred under the sun until sweat slid down the side of his face and his black shirt stuck lightly to his back. you were quick today, playful, laughing whenever he dodged too easily and calling him a show-off when he pinned your wrist for half a second longer than necessary.

by the time you both stopped, megumi was warm, tired, and dangerously close to forgetting how to act normal.

he turned away and lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face.

the movement exposed his stomach.

you went quiet.

megumi lowered the fabric just enough to see you staring, eyes fixed on the lean lines of muscle along his abdomen and the sharp dip disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweats. your expression changed slowly, surprise melting into something bright and wicked.

“wow, ’gumi,” you said, stepping closer. “i didn’t know you had nice abs.”

his whole body locked. “don’t say it like that.”

“like what?”

“like you’re enjoying this.”

“i am enjoying this.”

that should not have affected him as much as it did.

you reached for him before he could escape, fingertips brushing the exposed skin near his ribs. megumi’s breath hitched so quietly he prayed you didn’t hear it. your touch slid lower, still teasing, still light, tracing the firm plane of his stomach until your fingers grazed the line near his hip.

his body betrayed him immediately.

megumi caught your wrist, quick but gentle, and shifted his hips back just enough to save what remained of his dignity. you blinked up at him, then smiled like you had just discovered something valuable and planned to become a menace about it.

“sensitive?” you asked.

“annoying,” he said, voice too low.

“you’re blushing.”

“it’s hot outside.”

“mhm.” your eyes flicked down for half a second. “sure.”

he was going to die on this field.

then yuji’s voice cut through the air like divine punishment. “are you two flirting or are we training?”

megumi let go of your wrist so fast it was embarrassing.

you only laughed, bright and shameless, before stepping back like you hadn’t just put him through five stages of grief in public. nobara, of course, saw enough to make her grin sharp.

“they’re flirting,” she said. “badly, but still.”

“we’re training,” megumi muttered.

“sure,” you said, attempting to tease him. “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

it did not help him sleep at night.

꣑ৎ SPICE UP UR LIFE, COME GET A FREAK LIKE ME(GUMI)...

later that day, after practice ended, megumi returned to his dorm alone and opened the top drawer. he stared at the folded pink fabric tucked beneath one of his shirts. outside his window, campus lights glowed soft and yellow. on his desk, his phone buzzed.

y/n: still mourning the pink pair </3

y/n: she was cute, she was soft, she was taken too soon ☹

y/n: snack compensation tomorrow? ✌︎㋡

megumi stared at the message until the corner of his mouth twitched despite himself.

then he looked at the drawer again. “i’m a terrible person,” he muttered.

from the corner of the room, one of the rabbits twitched its nose like it agreed.

he should have shut the drawer. he really should have.

instead, megumi opened it again, slow enough that the wood barely made a sound. the pink fabric sat folded beneath one of his shirts, soft and damning, carrying the faintest trace of your scent. his fingers curled around it before he could talk himself out of it, and for one shameful second, he pressed the fabric directly over his nose and mouth. his eyes fell shut as he dragged in a long desperate breath.

your scent—warm, sweet, and intoxicatingly familiar—flooded his lungs, pulling a low, ragged groan from the back of his throat. his knuckles turned white as his grip tightened.

oh, he was disgusting.

worse than that, he was hopeless.

because for all his restraint, all his discipline, all his quiet little attempts to be the perfect boyfriend you deserved, fushiguro megumi had one serious problem.

he was a freak for you.

and you still had no idea.

𑣲 Megumi accidently lets his shadow self out…

⤷ Warnings: anal

You mewl softly in your half asleep haze, the room dark and quiet except for Megumi’s steady breathing beside you. 

He’d come home exhausted after another brutal mission, collapsing into bed without even changing his clothes fully. 

You didn’t mind. You just curled up against him like always, his arm slung loosely over your waist.

But something shifts behind you.

A warm body presses against your back, solid and familiar. Lips—soft but hungry—find the nape of your neck, kissing lazily while a hard cock grinds against your ass through your thin sleep shorts. 

You sigh, still drifting between sleep and wakefulness, assuming it’s Megumi getting needy in his dreams. 

But the kisses grow more desperate, teeth grazing your skin, and a large hand slides down your stomach, tugging your shorts and panties down your thighs in a few unshaking moments, as the shorts and underwear catch on your hips but they eventually slide past them and to your ankles.

You whimper as the thick head of a cock rubs against your bare pussy, already wet from the teasing. It pushes in slowly, stretching you open with a perfect, and veryyy familiar girth. 

A low groan vibrates against your shoulder as the person starts fucking you in deep, lazy thrusts that make the bed creak softly. You’re still half asleep, moaning quietly into the pillow, hips rocking back instinctively to take more.

“Mm… Megumi…”

Suddenly the covers are ripped away.

Megumi’s awake now, eyes wide with confusion and a flash of hurt. “What the fuck—”

He freezes. You blink, turning your head, still impaled on the thick cock. The shadow version of Megumi is behind you—same messy black hair, same sharp features, same intense eyes—thrusting lazily into your dripping pussy like he belongs there.

Both of you stare for a second.

Then realization hits.

“It’s… your shadow,” you breathe, a confused little laugh bubbling out of you.

Megumi’s face goes from jealous rage to pure embarrassment in half a second. “I must’ve summoned it in my sleep. Fuck, I’m sorry—”

You both start laughing, the absurdity cutting through the tension. 

But the shadow doesn’t stop though. It keeps moving inside you, slow and deep but very lazy as it lays his head in the back of your neck and grabbing your breasts, making your laugh melt into a breathy moan as it hits a sweet spot.

Megumi watches, eyes darkening. He pulls the covers back over the three of you, hiding what’s happening from the rest of the empty room. “You look like you’re feeling good,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep and something else. “Just… keep quiet.”

You nod, biting your lip as the shadow fucks you a little harder under the blanket, its hips snapping against your ass. 

The bed starts rocking steadily. Your moans grow louder despite your efforts, soft and needy. Megumi lies there watching your face for a while, but the longer it goes on—the wet sounds, the way your tits bounce under your shirt, the way you’re whimpering his name—the more his jaw clenches.

He gets jealous.

“Move,” he mutters to the shadow. It listens, still buried deep as Megumi shifts closer. He pushes your leg higher and pushing his boxers down, pulling out his cock just enough and lines up his own cock right against where the shadow is already stretching you. 

You gasp as he starts pushing in too.

“Fuck— it’s too much,” you whine as you slightly push megumi back, but your pussy clenches greedily around both thick cocks forcing their way into the same tight hole. The stretch is intense, burning so good that tears prick your eyes. Both Megumis groan at the feeling, your walls clamped around their shared length.

“That’s it… taking both of us,” the real Megumi pants, starting to thrust. The shadow matches his rhythm, and soon they’re fucking your pussy together in deep, messy strokes that make you sob and shake between them.

Your juices coat both cocks, dripping down your thighs as they ruin you. You’re a moaning mess, nails digging into Megumi’s arm while the shadow grips your hip from behind, pulling them up so it can get a better angle. 

After a while, Megumi pulls out, breathing hard. “You can leave now.”

But the shadow misunderstands and pulls out with a wet pop and slides back in, but this time it aims higher—pressing the slick head of its cock against your ass. 

You moan loudly as it pushes into your tight hole, stretching you open while Megumi watches with dark eyes. 

Megumi leans in and kisses you messily, swallowing your cries as his shadow pounds into your ass from behind. One of his hands slips between your legs, fingers rubbing your clit while the thick cock stretches your other hole so perfectly.

You come hard between them, shaking and crying out, pussy gushing as the shadow keeps thrusting deep into your ass. Megumi groans against your mouth, stroking himself until he spills over your stomach, marking you while his shadow fills your ass with warm cum.

The three of you stay tangled under the covers, panting. Megumi presses a soft kiss to your forehead, the shadow slowly fading away as his control returns.

“Next time I’m too tired,” he mutters with a tired smirk, “wake me up before you let my shadow fuck you.”

You just laugh breathlessly and cuddle closer, body deliciously used and satisfied.

“ but I liked it “ 

Sorry this is so rushed, I’ve been really busyyyyy

satoru’s pushing himself up and down with one hand because, according to you, normal push-ups weren’t enough. but even then, he’s barely breaking a sweat. and he’s grinning, while you stand over him, watching with your arms crossed.

his uniform jacket is folded over the back of a chair, leaving him in his compression shirt, arm bulging and back tensing with each lift and fall of his body.

“i upset my-- hah beautiful, smart-- hah strong, gorgeous, perfect wife,” he pants, “punishment fits the crime.”

he really is right where he wants to be.

megumi doesn’t even bat an eye - this was the least unusual thing that you and satoru do. he slides into a chair with a sigh.

“how many does he have to do?”

“a hundred,” you say. satoru lifts his head to look up at you, mouth parted, little pink hearts in his eyes peering at you over the rim of his glasses. “he’s on seventy-two.”

his grin widens. “you know, this isn’t a challenge for me. why don’t you sit on my back, sweetheart?”

you crouch down in front of him and his eyes light up. “i know what you want, and you don’t deserve my touch.” you push his head down so he’s facing the floor again, and he grunts when you press extra weight, forcing his body down. “only twenty-three left. you can do it, my love.”

if his heart wasn’t beating fast enough before, it definitely was now. especially with the saccharine tone you used at the end of your sentence.

god, was he down bad.

“… call us when you’re done,” megumi says, already out of the classroom.

he doesn’t quite understand it. why do his bunnies love you so much?

well he understands why one would love you—who wouldn’t—but he doesn’t understand why they’re so insistent on giving away his little crush on you! whenever megumi uses rabbit escape during practice one or two of the little bunnies will hop over to you without fail.

every. single. time.

he’s started to grow concerned—as have nobara and yuji, but their concern lies with the fact that megumi is barely hiding his crush from them. megumi tries to call them back, tries to retrain the stragglers that seem to hop off to god knows where whenever they aren’t being used in serious battles, but all of his attempts are futile.

his bunnies love you too much.

he feels terrible.

you’re spooning with your boyfriend megumi in the cute matching pajamas you bought for the two of you, tucked under the blankets as the two of you watch that tv series you’ve been begging him to watch with you. it’s not his type of series, but he’s enjoying watching it with you because he gets to hold you and it’s making you happy.

here’s the problem though.

the two of you has been like this for hours. your backside pressed into him, your constant shifting and jolts of laughter was rubbing against him. normally this wouldn’t be a problem, he’s a composed man, able to conceal his urges, but he’s so needy right now. he wants to be in you so bad, his erection threatening to poke into your plush cheek harder as he tries to push his dirty thoughts into the back of his mind to watch tv with you.

his grip around you tightened slightly as he snuggled further into you, tilting his head to breathe in the scent of your shampoo before resting his chin on your shoulder. his eyes trained on the tv while his hips unknowingly grind against you softly to soothe the ache in his cock. “just trying to get comfortable, baby.” he would excuse himself when you asked him why he was moving so much.

he feels like such a pervert

this night is supposed to be spent watching your favorite tv series, but here he is with a boner that just won’t go away. he tries to give all his focus on what’s unfolding on the tv, but he just can’t, not anymore at least. his thoughts are clouded with your sweet moans when he first slips it in, how good your warm slick walls feel when he fucks into you at a steady pace, and how tight you clench and spasm when he rips an orgasm out of you, moaning his name.

obviously his mind isn’t as sharp as he likes it to be, he’s been zoning out staring at the tv while he ruts against you softly, and you couldn’t help but feel it this time, he’s rock hard. you brushed it off at first, but now? it’s undeniable. your brows furrowed, glancing over your shoulder to speak. “gumi? are you okay?”

“i’m fine.” his reply was short, almost a groan if you listened hard enough.

“you’re hard.”

shit.

his hips stilled, sighing in the crook of your neck, embarrassed about being caught. he wanted to apologize, speak up, say something, but the words are stuck in his throat. you think it’s cute when he gets shy about wanting you, so you spare him, grinding back against him to show that you want it too.

that’s the only sign he needed.

he’s still spooning you from behind, shorts and underwear pushed down haphazardly as he left open mouthed kisses along your neck. he dragged his fingers from your slick pussy, tasting your juices from his digits with a groan. “i need you…so bad.” he admitted between aroused breaths, lifting one of your legs and bringing his leaking cock to your entrance. you pushed your hips backwards against his, helping him slip inside.

the moan he let out when he pushed his tip in was almost louder than yours. he pulled you against him tighter, arms wrapped around your stomach as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, pushing in slowly inch by inch. he bottomed out with a groan, your walls twitching and clenching around him from the intrusion. you leaned back against him, moaning softly from the fullness of him.

he pulled his hips back slowly before pushing himself back in, cock dragging against your slick walls. “fuuck…you feel so good pretty baby..” he whined, eyes threatening to roll back behind his closed eyelids as he began to fuck into you in a steady rhythm. each thrust making him even more pussy drunk by the second.

and he just started fucking you.

you just felt too good, better than he rememberers. you warm wet walls hugging his cock had him fucking into you faster, moaning pathetically into your neck as he chased the feeling blindly. he lifted one of his arms caging you to his chest to hang around your shoulder, his hand tilting your chin towards him to kiss you.

you clenched around him tightly, pleasure blooming deep inside you as you moaned into his mouth, cock gliding in and out of you and pressing into your sweet spot with every deep and languid stroke. he was so deep you could swear you felt him in your stomach. your walls sucked him in further, body chasing the pleasure faster than your mind could. the room was filled with the long forgotten buzz of the tv, squelching sound of your soaked pussy every time he fucked into you, and the shared moans as you lost yourselves in the pleasure of each other.

he was starting to lose himself already, usually, he would murmur soft praises in your ear, biting his own lip to stay quiet. but now? he’s a whimpering and groaning mess, thrusting into you with nothing in his mind but how good you feel. he couldn’t stop fucking you, wouldn’t dream of it, his breathing stuttering as he lost himself inside of you. he continued to whine into your neck, breathing ragged as his dick twitched wildly inside your velvety walls, precum spilling into you messily and creating an obscene ring on the base of his cock.

his desperate moans and his hips slamming into yours as he chased his own pleasure didn’t help nothing to help the ache of arousal in your pussy, your orgasm nearing as he reached down to rub at your clit. his lips chased yours again, trying to silence his moans to no avail. your walls clenched tightly around him as he rubbed dizzying circles on your clit, desperate to get you to cum before he did.

his insistent deep thrusts and the dizzying clit stimulation had you shaking in his hold, pleasure tightening then exploding as you came around him, soaking his hips and his cock with a loud moan of his name. he pulled back, praising you breathlessly and incoherently as he nuzzled back into your neck. his thrusts now losing rhythm as he chased his orgasm, mind turning into mush as he babbled in you neck, slurring about how much he loves you and how good you feel.

“g-gonna cum…please baby..wanna cum in you s-so bad…please baby.” he was too far gone, begging to cum in you, to make you his, to claim you in every possible way. his arms caged back around you as he continued to beg for you, dick twitching wildly and balls tightening as he struggled to hold back, kissing at your neck to ground himself.

his desperate pleas had you tightening around him, despite your orgasm seconds earlier, arousal blooming inside of you yet again as you nodded against him, moaning your permission. and thats all it took. his cum spurted into you, ropes painting your insides, fucking every stream into you as his eyes rolled back, moaning the loudest you’ve ever heard from him.

who knew he could ever fuck you like this?

he stayed buried in you, tilting your head to kiss you again, trying to come down from his intense orgasm. he mumbled apologies against your lips for distracting you, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down your stomach as he reached for the remote with his other hand.

you’re sprawled on megumi’s bed, legs tangled with his, the late afternoon sun filtering through the half-closed blinds.

right now, he’s got you pinned gently under him, lips soft and slow against yours, kissing you like he has all the time in the world.

“just kissing” he’d murmured earlier, voice low and serious when you climbed into his lap. “i promise. no funny business.”

you’d laughed, poking his chest. “yeah, sure. because that’s ever worked before.”

he’d given you that deadpan look, the one that somehow makes his pretty face even hotter. “im a man of my words.”

“you’re a man who gets hard the second our tongues touch.” you’d shot back, grinning.

he’d rolled his eyes, muttering “shut up” before pulling you into the kiss anyway.

and now here you are... twenty minutes later- his “just kissing” promise completely forgotten. his tongue is deep in your mouth, hot and slick, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other slides under your shirt, thumb brushing over your nipple until you’re arching into him with a soft whine.

he pulls back just enough to breathe against your lips, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide. “fuck,” he whispers, voice rougher than usual. “you taste so good.”

you tug at his hair, trying to drag him back down. “thought we were keeping it pg, mr. a man of his word.”

a tiny huff escapes him- his version of a laugh. “yeah, well.. you make that impossible.”

then he’s kissing you again, harder this time, grinding his hips down slow so you feel exactly how hard he is through his sweats. you moan into his mouth, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, and that’s all it takes.

clothes come off fast-your shirt yanked over your head, his sweats shoved down just enough to free his cock. he’s thick, flushed dark, tip already leaking as he strokes himself once, twice, staring down at you like he’s starving.

“need you,” he mutters, almost to himself, lining up and pushing in with one slow, deep thrust.

you gasp sharp, back bowing off the bed as he stretches you open— always so much, always so full. he bottoms out with a low groan, forehead dropping to yours, breath shaky. “nngh... baby...”

“fuck— so tight,” he curses under his breath, pulling out slow just to slam back in. the bed creaks, headboard tapping the wall as he sets a brutal pace right from the start.

he’s not loud- never is- just hot, ragged breaths against your neck, quiet growls and whispered “shit… fuck…” every time your walls flutter around him. but his body says everything. his hips snapping hard, pounding you into the mattress, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you spread wide while the other laces fingers with yours beside your head.

“so pretty,” he breathes against your lips, kissing you messy- tongue sliding against yours, swallowing every moan you give him. “taking me so well- you feel so good, baby”

you’re already dumb on it, eyes rolling back, babbling his name between broken whimpers. “gumi- ahh— t-too deep—”

he just thrusts harder, angling to hit that spot that makes you see stars, sweat dripping from his hair onto your chest.

“yeah?” he pants quietly, voice strained. “too deep? but you’re soaking me- pussy’s sucking me in like you need it.”

you can’t answer. just claw at his back, legs shaking as he fucks you senseless, cock dragging against every sensitive inch inside you.

the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, obscene and loud along with the loud squelching of your pussy getting abused.

he suddenly shifts, hooking your legs over his shoulders to fold you in half, and drives even deeper— balls slapping against your ass with every rough thrust.

“fuck—gonna cum inside you,” he groans low, pace turning erratic. “fill you up— can i, baby? fuck, let me cum inside you, please—”

you shatter first, crying out his name as your orgasm hits hard, walls clamping down so tight he hisses through his teeth. two, three more brutal thrusts and he’s cumming— hot, thick ropes painting your insides as he grinds deep, riding it out with quiet, shuddering breaths against your neck.

he came so much that it leaks around his buried cock, dripping down to your ass and to the already ruined sheets.

he stays buried for a long moment, kissing your jaw soft and slow, then your lips- gentle again, like the switch never flipped.

“you horndog,” you mumble weakly, voice hoarse.

he huffs again, that dry little almost-laugh, and presses a kiss to your forehead. “yeah. my bad.”

˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓝.𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐉𝐎 𓂃 ⭒ and his pretty preppy gf who he adores

⤿ ꒰ he's the college's nerd and you're his preppy sweetheart :: college au :: fluff :: smut :: experimental sex :: f.oral ꒱

꒰ NERDJO ꒱ who gets surprised looks when his preppy gf throws herself at him in the middle of the hallway and showers him with kisses. your relationship isn't a secret, but it's not something people expect. what's the nerd doing with the prettiest girl on campus anyway? "wait, that's your boyfriend?" they ask, as your arms are hooked around his neck. you give his cheek a big smooch with a pout and huffy, "duh." while satoru grimaces at the stares and flips them off.

꒰ NERDJO ꒱ who can handle insufferable students on his own given his quick wit and sarcastic tongue buuut loves whenever you step in like a bristled candy floss. jabbing a manicured nail to whoever threw a meaningless comment his way and scolding them. yet somehow still being so sweet? he steals you away for kisses all over your face in his dorm.

꒰ NERDJO ꒱ who, on that note, gets so clingy after a long day and stumbles you around with his arms looped on you. mumbling about all his assignments as he fumbles you to the bed and flops his head into your chest. muffling his groans and complaints into your shirt while you play with his hair. loves when you give him scalp scratches.

꒰ NERDJO ꒱ who really enjoys studying with you even though you're his prettiest distraction. loves especially when you're sat between his legs, either reading the material to him while he rubs circles on your thighs or painting your nails while he hunches over to stare at his textbook. ( in actuality, he's just watching your pretty hands. he wants to kiss them. )

꒰ NERDJO ꒱ who feels so bad for you. you shouldn't be in this advanced biology course but your family pressure has forced you to. you're not dumb, no matter what anyone says, but this subject really isn't for you. he spends countless nights helping you study in the most efficient way possible. but whenever you walk out of the exam with those big glossy eyes? he's cupping your face in the middle of the hall and kissing all over with a quiet, "it's okay baby, did so good. did your best."

synopsis. gojo is hopelessly obsessed with the girl he secretly chose to marry—who has no idea he’s been in love with her for years.

everything can be read as a standalone, but i recommend reading in chronological order !

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