You pull into the drive-thru, rolling down your window and saying "Heyyy!" into the speaker, while honking your horn.
The speaker crackles as Megumi deadpans, "12.78,"
You blink in surprise, "Wait a minute. I didn't even order yet, big bro—"
Megumi repeats, through gritted teeth, "12.78, pull to the window."
"Well, can I get a Double Quarter Pounder with—"
"YES, YES! A DOUBLE QUARTER POUNDER, 20 PIECE CHICKEN NUGGETS, PLUS AN OREO MCFLURRY WITH LARGE FRIES ON THE SIDE, WHY ARE YOU PLAYING WITH ME, Y/N L/N?" The speakers crack with the sheer rage coming out of Megumi's mouth.
You fidget with your hands, "How did you know it was me?"
"You're the only fastass that comes into my drive-thru saying 'HEYYY', in that annoying ass voice, at 3 am! NOW PULL TO THE WINDOW!"
You sink into your seat and mutter, "Well... I... um. Can I get a milk?
"YOU DON'T DRINK MILK!"
"Welcome to McDonald's, what can I get you?" Megumi says in a monotone voice as you and Yuji peer at the menu in the store.
"Hm..." Yuji looks deep in thought.
You snort like a nerd and push up your nonexistance glasses, "Well then, can I get 3 cheeseburgers with no cheese?"
Megumi gives you a mortified stare and Yuji perks up, "Oh yeah! Can I get a burger with no beef, bun, cheese, or sauce? But I want extra pickles."
"You—What—I—"
Nobara magically appears behind you, resting her head on your shoulder as she peers up at the menu, "I want 2 Big Macs, two apple pies, a Sprite, a McDouble, a McChicken with hot sauce, a hash brown, 4 nuggets, a parfait, a McCafe latte, everything on the dollar menu, and a burger with jalapenos. Thank you~!"
You pout, "The hash browns aren't even that good. You like those?"
Megumi takes a deep breath and his knees buckle as he collapses face down on the floor.
"Welcome to McDonald's, what can I get you?"
Megumi was seriously considering quitting his job.
"Erm, can I get an, uh..." You dragged out the 'uh' as you stared at the menu. Megumi grimaced in second hand embarassment then rubbed his temples in exasperation.
"Uhhhhh...."
Megumi impatiently tapped his food on the ground.
"Uhhhhhhhhh...."
Megumi grit his teeth.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."
Megumi was losing his patience.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"
"If you don't know what you want to order, then get the fuck out of my line," Megumi grumbles while you pout. The people behind you chime in with their own whining.
"Hurry up!"
"We don't have all day!"
"Tick, tock, buddy!"
"My daughter wants her food!"
"I want the skidibi toilet toy, wahhh!"
You blink slowly, "Um... well... uh....."
"HURRY UP!" Megumi snaps.
"Fine, fine! Can I get a... happy meal? But without the food. The skidibi toilet toy sounds nice."
Megumi loses his composure entirely and pulls your collar from across the counter, "If you don't stop bullshitting with me and tell me an actual order, I am going to dump a ton of hot grease over your head and watch it melt your skin off until you look like a chopped version of Todoroki."
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megumi wasn’t very good at words. sure, he tried to show how much he cared through his actions, but that wasn’t always enough for you. you didn’t even have to say it, megumi knew from the tired look in your eyes that he was falling short of your expectations. so, he tried to make it better.
“look,” his green eyes searched yours before continuing, “i can sense that you’re not the happiest right now and it’s okay to admit. i know we communicate differently and show how we care differently as well, but...” he swallowed hard, eyes now on the floor.
“megs,” you said softly. your heart tightened in your chest at him stepping out of his comfort zone for you. he was so attentive it scared you a little. he wasn’t necessarily wrong, but it wasn’t like he was doing anything harmful to make you feel this way.
“let me finish,” he mumbled. "please." you nodded eagerly, shutting up instantly.
“i want to remind you that i want this. more than anything. and i want you to want it too. i want to be what you want. so, whatever i’m not doing or not doing enough of, please tell me. i want to listen and really hear you, just please give me the chance. whatever it is to put your mind at ease, i'll do it...i'll do anything.” the tips of his ears were a deep red. you couldn’t help yourself, you pulled him into a hug. his big arms wrapped around you and squeezed you tight. he buried his face in your neck and sighed softly. you giggled, heart ready to burst out from your chest with happiness. you were so lucky to have a boyfriend that was willing to do anything in his power to make you happy.
he lifted his head and stared into your eyes. “what can i do to make it better?” he asked.
"i know you're better at showing you care, but sometimes it would be nice to hear it as well?"
he nodded.
"got it."
"i'm not asking for like a big declaration of love or anything extreme like that but, it would be nice."
"i'll do better on that. i'm sorry that i made you doubt for even a second that i cared about you." he exhaled slowly before continuing. "i'll admit, i'm not very good at that, but i'll try, to make sure you're happy."
you squished his cheeks with a grin. his brows furrowed as he protested.
“hey, stop that,” he said. or at least, tried to say. it came out muffled and more like an angry “haytopdat.” you snorted and kissed his cheek. that shut up him quickly. he turned his head slightly and his lips met yours. cupping your face, he melted into the kiss. you did the same, eye fluttered shut, fingers tangled in his spiky hair. you smiled before pulling away.
“thank you.” your eyes locked with his. “truly, thank you.”
he shook his head. “no need to thank me, it’s the bare minimum.” he shrugged and leaned back. "don't make a big deal of it," he mumbled shly.
you stood on your tippy toes and kissed you boyfriend on the cheek. his hand found yours and he brought it to his lips. his eyes locked with yours as he kissed your hand.
"thank you for being mine." he whispered in your ear. he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, almost as if he was scared you'd let go. but you weren't going anywhere. you wanted him more than anything in the world. he was all you could ever want and more. your megumi.
alternative ending
he shook his head. “no need to thank me, it’s the bare minimum.” he shrugged and leaned back. “after all, happy wife, happy life?”
you gaped at your boyfriend before snorting at him. “you just ruined your entire nonchalant act with that statement. the hell did you learn that from?”
“uh,” he rubbed his neck awkwardly. “i believe she goes by the name ‘natalie nun’…?”
based on a something said to me in real life... hehe🙈
whoever caught the natalie reference ily, ok?
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synopsis: breaking news: top students AND academic rivals, megumi fushiguro and [name] [l/n] are allegedly in an ongoing relationship.. that even he wasn’t aware of..
tags/warnings: fluff/crack, academic rival!megumi, stoner!reader, academic rivals to lovers, idiots in love, mutual pining, nobamaki, inukkotsu, drug/substance abuse, suggestive jokes, kys jokes, other general tags/warnings here
DEBATABLE 𑣲02. say my name
⤷ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader
𑣲chapter 1 | 𑣲masterlist | 𑣲chapter 3
syn. megumi has always been serious and put-together, especially when it comes to his academics... until he verses your school in debate club and practically starts foaming at the mouth when you speak.
cw/tags. nerd!gumi x nerd!reader, debate club, kinda academic rivals but not a lot of rivalry, shy loser virgin failure megumi, popular and confident reader, (can u tell i'm watching horimiya), forced proximity/summer camp romance, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes. fanart in banner drawn by me!!
{a/n.} so... i believe apologies are in order... ahem... IM SOOOO SOOO SORRY FOR ABANDONING U GUYS FOR LIEK 2 WEEKS OMG im finally recovering from being sick and demotivated to write so hopefully the next chapters will come out a little quicker (dont get ur hopes up but im trying my best i swear), another little roadblock is that i currently dont have my own laptop anymore :c i've been having to share with my mama and she needs it most of the time since she's doing online uni classes on it which obviously take priority over fanfiction LMAO so until i have saved enough money to get my own im gonna be cranking stuff out kinda slow for now,, buuut gave u guys an extra long chapter to make up for the absence!! the next three chapters are also all like halfway done so they'll probably be posted back to back once i've finished with them hehe
pairing: bf!yuji x gn!reader
synopsis: with yuji's rapid growth in his gym journey, he starts gaining stretch marks along with all the muscle. noticing his insecurity, you decide to reassure him...
cw: bodily insecurity, reverse comfort, established relationship, gn!reader
wc: 1.4k
art creds: qxq_illus (idk what platform tho)
Yuji masterlist
Yuji had started his gym journey pretty recently. He never really felt the need to, considering he was naturally athletic. But ever since becoming a sorcerer, he never refused Megumi and Nobara whenever they offered to go working out.
But what made him stay consistent and motivated, was undoubtedly your encouragement. You would always shower him in praise, offer to do things for him when you knew he was sore from working out, or even help him with his meal prep.
And yeah, maybe Yuji didn't really need to work out four times a week like his classmates did to stay in shape. But you definitely made him want to.
Your constant reassurance and presence mattered more to him than you could ever imagine.
And today was no different.
Yuji was currently staring at his reflection in the mirror of the bathroom. His body was still slick from having taken a shower, and with him being clad in only a towel, he could see his body properly.
The work outs were paying off, that much was obvious. It wasn't a huge difference (although you'd beg to differ), but it was noticeable nonetheless.
However, Yuji being his usual self-deprecating self, he could only see the flaws in his physique.
Sure, he'd gotten bigger, and had never been more ripped before, but this rapid growth came with a price.
Stretch marks.
He tried to ignore them at first, convincing himself that they didn't matter and that they would probably fade away.
But even now, a couple months later, although they'd gotten paler, they were still painfully obvious. To him, at least.
It was especially bad now that it was summer, because the contrast only got worse with his tan.
Leaning forward with his hands planted on the cool marble framing the sink, he inspects the marks adorning his biceps and pecs.
One of his large and scarred hands comes up to trace the jagged patterns. They don't have a very prominent texture or feel to them, but the slight dents are enough to make his eyebrows knit together in frustration and dissatisfaction.
Suddenly, a knock is heard on the other side of the bathroom door. "Yuji, you good in there? You didn't slip and fall did you?"
His hand flies away from his stretch marks immediately. "Nope! I'm good," he replies.
"Do you mind if I come in?"
He doesn't answer you, opting to just open the door for you instead.
Your eyes land on his face for approximately a second before immediately trailing down to his body.
He feels his cheeks redden as he notices your lips breaking out into a grin. "... what?" he asks.
"You look like a glazed doughnut." you chuckle before stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his middle. You press yourself against him, your chin resting in between his pecs as you stare up at him. "Delicious," you mutter against his skin before pressing a kiss to it.
He only scoffs, his hands finding your lower back.
"You've gained a lot of muscle considering you've been training for a pretty short amount of time." You continue giggling, and kiss him again. "It's totally worth it though, you look amazing."
"I mean, thanks, but..." he trails off.
That makes you stop your affections, and you pull away just enough to face him properly. "But what?"
"Is it really worth it? My skin's all fucked-up looking now."
Now you're really snapped out of your lovey-dovey trance. You let go of him and even take a step back, your face now decorated with a frown. "What?"
He notices how serious the air between you two feels now, and tries to retreat. "Forget it," he clears his throat awkwardly.
"Um, no―" you scoff. "What do you mean your skin is all fucked up?"
He sighs and looks away. "Can we just drop it, please?" he folds his arms over his chest.
Unable to stop yourself, you eye the bulging muscles in front of you. But they're not the only thing that stand out. That's when you notice the faintly noticeable pale markings on the insides of his arms, and upper part of his pecs.
"... are you talking about your stretch marks?" you ask, your tone softer and apprehensive.
His gaze snaps back to you, and his eyes widen, as if caught red-handed.
Once you realize you hit the nail on its head, you sigh. "Yuji... that's ridiculous. They don't make you look bad."
"They do though," he argues weakly.
"No, they don't." you step back into his personal space. "They're just lines on your body―barely visible ones."
He doesn't meet your eyes, still unconvinced.
"Did... did someone say something to you?" you reach for his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb.
"No." he shakes his head softly, so as to not lose your touch.
You sigh. "Do you wanna know what I think?"
He remains quiet, but finally meets your eyes again, signaling for you to continue.
"I think they're hot. And I think you look good with them." you shrug.
"You're just saying that 'cause I'm your boyfriend."
"So? That doesn't mean I'm a liar or that I have bad taste." you gently redirect his face to yours so he looks at you. "I mean it, Yuji."
He looks at you incredulously in silence, as if waiting for you to backtrack and reveal you were joking, or something of the sort. But when he's only met with a sincere and determined look, his expression softens.
He sighs, and leans down to bury his face in your neck. You immediately move in tandem, wrapping your arms around his neck. You breathe him in, nose buried in his hair.
"... did you use my strawberry shampoo?" you chuckle.
He nods against you. "... wanted to smell like you."
Your fingers caress the short hairs at the back of his head, sending a shiver down his spine.
Suddenly, he leans down, situating his hands on the back of your thighs before lifting you up and walking out of the bathroom, making sure to turn the light off in the process.
You wrap your legs around his waist and pull back to stare down at him. "See, if you didn't have those stretch marks you probably wouldn't be able to do this." you smile.
He's gazing up at you with a serious and serene expression. Stepping closer to the bed, he carefully sets you down on it, looming over you and caging you in with his arms. You stare at them on either side of your head, his markings on full display for you.
Leaning in, you close your eyes and litter his biceps with feather-light kisses, making sure not to miss his scars. When your gaze finds his again, you notice his flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes.
Your legs fall back against the mattress, the towel around his waist slowly slipping off in the process.
"... you might wanna get some clothes." you grin up at him.
"I don't need clothes for what I'm about to do," he murmurs, leaning in to press his lips to your neck. He's gentle, not wanting to bruise you just yet.
Your grip in his hair tightens as your eyes flutter shut instantly, the searing touch of his lips against your skin acting as a soothing balm.
"Actually..." he leans back, and his eyes scan your body. "I think you should get rid of your clothes." his hands move to bottom hem of your shirt, lifting it up slowly.
He moves down, trailing kisses up your abdomen, stopping just short of your chest. He cranes his neck to look up at you. "... can I?"
Your hands find his face and you cradle it, thumbs soothingly rubbing his warm cheeks.
He looks up at you expectantly, but you can tell he's reigning himself in, not wanting to rush or pressure you.
You nod silently, fingers carding through his hair now.
He moves back up to be face to face with you, and presses his lips to yours. His tongue pushes past your lips, earning a muffled moan from you.
He pulls away momentarily, but stays close. "Thank you," he whispers against you.
You open your eyes again just enough to see him through your lashes. His forehead rests against yours as he attempts to catch his breath.
"Of course," you nod once more. "... you'll tell me the next time you feel like this, right?"
His dimmed hazel eyes move back and forth between your own. "I will." he mutters before kissing you again.
Yuji masterlist
a/n: this is so ass im sorry everybody
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The apartment had settled into its usual evening rhythm.
Megumi streamed.
You existed somewhere nearby.
That was simply how things worked.
At this point, it had become second nature. Some nights you'd be reading in the corner of his room, other nights you'd be curled up on the couch while his quiet voice drifted through the apartment. Every now and then he'd ask if you'd eaten, remind you to drink water, or slide a snack across the desk toward you without ever taking his eyes off the game.
None of it was intentional.
It was just...
Normal.
For both of you.
—
Tonight had been no different.
Megumi was nearly three hours into stream, halfway through another ranked match while Yuji loudly complained about his teammates
"I'm telling you," Yuji groaned, "they're allergic to winning."
"...Maybe they're allergic to you," Megumi replied.
"I've been betrayed."
"You'll survive."
Chat filled with laughing messages while Megumi calmly continued explaining his next play.
Across the room, you finally closed your book with a quiet sigh.
"...I think I'm gonna head to bed."
Megumi gave the smallest nod, eyes still fixed on his monitor.
"...Mhm."
You stood, stretching your arms above your head before making your way toward the door.
"...Night, Megumi."
Without thinking—
Without even looking away—
"...Night."
A beat.
"...Love you."
The words left his mouth as naturally as breathing.
The bedroom door clicked shut.
...
...
...
Megumi's hand froze on his mouse.
Yuji froze too.
"..."
"..."
Slowly...
Painfully slowly...
Megumi remembered.
He was live.
Yuji's mouth fell open.
"..."
"...Dude."
Megumi didn't answer.
His eyes drifted toward the second monitor.
The chat...
Had stopped.
Not slowed down.
Stopped.
For exactly two seconds.
Then—
Complete chaos.
:: "????????????????"
:: "WAIT."
:: "HELLO????"
:: "HE JUST SAID I LOVE YOU."
:: "NO ONE MOVE."
:: "DID WE ALL HEAR THAT."
:: "SOMEBODY CLIP IT."
:: "EVERYBODY CLIP IT."
:: "HE SAID IT SO CASUALLY."
Yuji slowly turned toward his webcam.
"..."
“Chat…”
"...I think we just witnessed history."
Megumi quietly rubbed a hand over his face.
"...Focus on the game."
Wrong answer.
The messages somehow doubled.
:: "HE DIDN'T DENY IT."
:: "HE'S EMBARRASSED."
:: "LOOK AT HIM."
:: "I'M NEVER RECOVERING."
Yuji was trying—and failing—not to laugh.
"...So..."
"..."
"...We're just gonna pretend that didn't happen?"
Megumi sighed.
"...Yeah."
"..."
"...No."
Yuji burst into laughter.
"I KNEW YOU TWO WERE CUTE."
"...Yuji."
"YOU SAID IT."
"...I know."
"ON STREAM."
"...I know."
"WITHOUT THINKING."
"..."
"...I know."
The chat practically imploded.
:: "WITHOUT THINKING."
:: "THAT MEANS HE SAYS IT ALL THE TIME."
:: "I'M GONNA CRY."
:: "THEY'RE SO DOMESTIC."
Megumi looked at the camera with the expression of someone reconsidering every life decision he'd ever made.
"...We're ending early tonight."
"What?" Yuji laughed. "Because you accidentally confessed to your own girlfriend?"
"...Goodnight, Yuji."
"Megumi—"
The call disconnected.
Yuji disappeared.
The stream, however...
Was still live.
Megumi stared at the End Stream button for a second.
Then looked back at chat.
"..."
"...Goodnight."
Click.
—
The apartment was quiet again.
Completely unaware of the internet-wide meltdown currently unfolding, you had already changed into pyjamas and were brushing your teeth when your phone buzzed.
Then buzzed again.
And again.
You frowned.
"...What..."
Gojo.
Someone folded tonight
Yuji.
LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOO
Nobara.
CHECK TIKTOK. NOW.
Confused, you opened the app.
The very first video on your feed.
“megumi accidentally says "love you" on stream 😭”
Views:
4.8M
Still climbing.
The top comment read:
:: "HE DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. THAT'S HOW YOU KNOW IT'S REAL."
Another:
:: "I'm actually jealous"
Another:
:: "Everyone act surprised quick!"
Yikes..
You blinked.
"..."
"...Oh."
—
You found Megumi sitting alone in the kitchen.
A cup of coffee rested in front of him.
He looked... defeated?
"...Morning," you said.
"...Morning."
You sat beside him.
"...You okay?"
"..."
"...Forgot I was streaming."
You tilted your head.
"...Hm?"
He looked into his mug.
"...I said something."
"...What?"
"..."
"..."
"...Never mind."
Your phone buzzed again.
Yuji.
Tell Romeo over there I say good morning, AND TO CHECK MY DAMN TEXTS.
You looked from the message...
To Megumi...
Then slowly opened the clip.
Thirty seconds.
That was all it took.
"...Night, Megumi."
"...Night."
"...Love you."
You looked up.
Megumi was already looking anywhere but at you.
"..."
A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth.
"...You know..."
He sighed.
"...Don't."
"...That was really cute."
"..."
"...Megumi."
"..."
"...Please don't."
You couldn't help laughing.
"I love you too."
For the first time all morning...
The tips of Megumi's ears turned pink.
"...Mhm."
Outside the apartment, millions of people were still replaying the clip.
Inside...
It was just another morning.
Just another "I love you."
The only difference was...
This time, the World had heard it too.
Hi guys, this is the end of this small series!! Thank you all sooooo much for loving this series as much as I did writing and creating it. I know it took me quite a while to get each part out & I do apologize on that haha, hopefully I'll do something like this again soon... 😉
a/n : Everyone say goodbye streamer!megumi ( I cringed making this yikes! )
you believe that some days are just meant for you to stay inside and relax, and megumi can’t help but agree.
today is one of those days, lazy, rainfall tapping on the bedroom window, tangled up in the sheets with your boyfriend.
what started off as lazy kisses, led to the both of you being stripped of all clothes, straddled on top of him as megumi’s fingers just pulled a sweet orgasm from you. he’s kissing you again, just as slowly as earlier as he whispers mindless praises against your lips, how good you are, how pretty you look, how you came for him so nicely.
you practically melt into his affection, his attentive hands trailing up and down the arch of your back before caressing your shoulders between quick kisses. you can feel how hard he is underneath you, hips grinding up against yours, stiff dick rubbing against your slick folds as you moaned into each other’s mouths.
his hands slid down to hold your hips, anchoring you against his pelvis as he continued to rut against you. he watched with half lidded eyes as you postured up, bracing yourself on the palms of your hands, your tits hanging in front of his face enticingly.
you moaned quietly as his lips sealed over your nipple with a choked groan, his cock twitching violently underneath you as he began to gently suck, tongue flicking over the peak. he was already leaking so much pre, having your pretty tits in your mouth always made his usual sharp mind stutter, instead filling with nothing but sheer arousal.
he began to drool over your tits, hips jerking against yours every time you let out a moan. he shifted his legs, feet planting firmly on the bed as a hand left your hip to grip at his cock, angling himself at your sopping entrance. his other hand gripping your ass firmly, his tip pressing past your weak ring of resistance as he helped you lower yourself down onto him.
you both groaned as he bottomed out, walls spasming and pulling him in deeper from the intrusion as he lowered his head, resting between your cleavage to kiss at your breasts. his thorough fingering helped stretch you open nicely for him, making every slow thrust easy as he began rocking up into you.
his hands held your ass, dragging you down onto him with each thrust up into you as megumi groaned into your sweat damp skin. “shhh...let me take care of you, baby.” he mumbled, the vibration of his voice reverberating through your chest as his thrusts sped.
your arms grew shaky as he set a steady pace, pleasure washing through you as his mushroom tip pressed into your sweet spot from his languid thrusts.
he noticed you trembling above him, pressing a final kiss onto your tit as he lifted a hand up your back, pressing you down flush against his chest with a hum, palm and fingers expanding on your back gently compared to his cock fucking into you.
you whined into his neck, gripping onto the pillow beneath his head as his fingers raked down your back tenderly, blunt fingernails trailing your skin before settling back on your ass, lifting you up and down in time with his thrusts so you didn’t have to do anything but feel good for him.
you were practically soaking his dick, each thrust ringing with a squelch, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room and mingling with your shared moans.
“that’s it—taking me so good..” he praised mindlessly, kissing the side of your head as you spasmed around his pistioning cock rhythmically, pulling him deeper every time he pulled back. “you feel fucking amazing right now.” you were unraveling for him, letting out moans and whines into neck, each thrust building pleasure in heights you couldn’t reach yourself.
his hands kneaded at your ass, head tipping back further onto the pillow as he shut his eyes. he couldn’t believe how incredible you felt right now, pleasure almost becoming surreal as he let out aroused gasps.
he let out a few pats of your ass with a satisfied groan, feeling the plush flesh bounce back into his palms before lifting a hand back onto the arch of your back, cock twitching inside of you as he felt his orgasm building.
you clenched around him impossibly tighter, a choked whimper escaping megumi’s lips in return. his thrusts pushed you closer to the edge, the friction of your bodies doing wonders on your clit as you gripped onto the pillow tighter.
he turned his face into the side of yours once more, placing another kiss onto your hair. “squeezing me so tight—you gonna cum for me?” he spoke into your hair, even though he already knew the answer, he could feel how close you were. “let go for me…you can do it.” he coaxed, hips grinding against yours in that motion he knew would make you come undone for him.
your breath hitched, nodding along mindlessly to his words. it only took a few more thrusts before you came with a broken moan, your cum soaking his pelvis and the sheets below as he fucked you through it, rubbing your back gently as you shook through your orgasm.
“just like that—fuck..” he breathed, his own hips stuttering as you rode out your orgasm on him. it only took a few more thrusts before he was shuttering beneath you, his warm cum spilling into you in thick spurts with a quiet, drawn out moan. he rolled his hips, riding out his orgasm as he filled you to the brim.
he held onto you tighter, hands rubbing at yours in that back to coax you to lift your head and give him a proper kiss. your lips pressed against his in that same, lazy energy from before as you both soaked in the post orgasm bliss. megumi groaned into your mouth, reluctantly pulling away to speak as his cum dribbled out of you. “now we’re messy, we have to go shower.” he said in semi annoyance, resting his forehead against yours.
the both of you didn’t want to get up, but you had to. it was fine though, you both knew that you would be right back in bed together anyways.
pairing: academic rival!megumi fushiguro x stoner!reader
synopsis: breaking news: top students AND academic rivals, megumi fushiguro and [name] [l/n] are allegedly in an ongoing relationship.. that even he wasn’t aware of..
status: coming soon..
tags/warnings: academic rivals to lovers, college!au, everyone is aged up, megumi & [name] hv a love hate relationship (everyone knows they have fat crushes on each other), drug & substance abuse, mild angst sprinkled in, mostly fluff & crack
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呪術廻戦 ゛★ toji fushiguro babysits meg while his wife’s out.
you slip your keys into the lock and ease the door open, trying not to make too much noise.
girls’ night went longer than planned—laughing, snacks, zero rush to get back—but you’re glad toji was cool watching megumi. he’s been stepping up more these days, even if he still acts like everything’s no big deal.
you toe off your shoes and head toward the living room. the lamp’s still on, casting a warm, yellowish light over the room. and there they are.
toji’s sprawled out, taking up most of the space like he always does with that big frame of his. one arm’s tucked behind his head, the other resting heavy across baby megumi’s back. his face is relaxed in sleep, that usual smugness gone, just even breathing and the faint scar on his lip. megumi’s completely zonked on his dad’s chest, little body starfished out, dark hair sticking up, one chubby cheek squished against toji’s shirt and one chubby hand fisted in it. a couple of toys are scattered on the floor, and an empty bottle sits on the coffee table.
looks like they had a full night.
you stand there for a second, smiling to yourself. toji might be all tough and sarcastic most of the time, but seeing him like this—out cold with your son using him as a human mattress—it’s sweet in away you certainly aren’t used to. he’s not the type to gush about it, but he’s good with megumi in his own special way: steady, protective, like he’s making sure the kid gets everything he didn’t.
you grab the throw blanket from the armchair and drape it carefully over both of them. toji stirs, one green eye cracking open.
“you’re back,” he mutters, voice gravelly from sleep. he doesn’t move much, just adjusts his arm a bit so megumi stays settled.
“yeah, sorry it got so late,” you whisper, sitting on the edge of the couch. you reach over and run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. it’s softer than it looks. “how’d it go? was he okay?”
toji grunts, leaning into your hand a little despite himself. “kid’s a handful. ate everything, made a mess with the blocks, then passed out on me during the game. he’s fine.” his eyes drift shut again, but the corner of his mouth twitches. “you have fun?”
“i did. missed you two, though.” you keep playing with his hair.
“good. now let me sleep,” he says, but there’s no bite to it. his hand gives your thigh a lazy pat before he settles back in.
you chuckle quietly. “want me to take megumi to his crib? you can come to bed with me. that couch can’t be comfortable for both of you.”
toji cracks his eye open again, gives you a half-asleep look. “‘s fine,” he mumbles. before you can argue he reaches up, hooks an arm around your waist, and tugs you down next to him. you end up squeezed in against his side, the couch way too small for all three of you, your head ending up on his shoulder while megumi’s still happily and unconsciously sprawled on his chest. the blanket gets pulled over you too, a little crooked but warm enough.
“toji, it’s cramped,” you whisper with a soft laugh, but you’re already relaxing into him, one hand resting on megumi’s back.
“deal with it,” he says, already drifting off again. his arm stays looped around you, heavy yet comfortable.
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Okay so somehow I kinked my back really bad to where it's just a sharp pain on the back of my left shoulder and side of my neck. And went through 30 min back massage of hell getting the knots out. I almost cried it hurt so bad 😭
Anyways can you do a oneshot of Megumi fucking up his back bad during a mission to where it was instantly noticeable the moment he got back by how awful and stiff his posture is, and reader gives him a massage? Can be totally up to you to add a NSFW happy ending 😏 to it. Thank you so much!!! <3
#deathmetaldreams
Unwinding
Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader
Plot: After Megumi comes home battered and completely locked up from a brutal job in Shinjuku, you work out the agonizing knot in his trap before taking full control in bed to give him the needy, hands-on care he desperately needs
(Megumi is aged up to 21)
Author’s Note: I finally got this done, it was a lot of fun considering I’ve never written for Megumi before. I hope you enjoy @deathmetaldreams love you 😘
The front door dragged shut with a low, heavy sound that felt totally off.
Usually, Megumi coming home to your apartment was almost silent, just the faint click of the lock, the rustle of his jacket, and the light, fluid sound of his boots hitting the entry tile before he kicked them off. But tonight, his steps were uneven. Hesitant. Weighted down.
When you walked out from the kitchen into the hallway, the sight of him made you freeze.
Over the years, Megumi had filled out a lot—his shoulders were broader, his posture taller, and he carried himself with that quiet, grounded weight he always had. Tonight, though, he was practically propping himself against the wall with his right arm. His left arm hung stiffly against his side, pinned awkwardly, and his left shoulder was hiked almost to his ear. His head was tilted off-center to the right, as if trying to hold it straight was an absolute non-negotiable.
"Megumi?"
He couldn't even turn his head properly to look at you. His eyes just shifted in your direction, a subtle, pained crease forming between his brows before he let out a dry breath through his nose.
"Hey," he rasped, his voice rougher and quieter than usual. "I'm back."
"What on earth happened?" You rushed over, reaching up to help him out of his heavy coat.
"Don't—" he winced, a sharp breath catching in his throat the second your fingers brushed his left shoulder. "Just... go easy on that side. Got thrown through a brick retaining wall on a job in Shinjuku. Caught the worst of it across my neck and back."
"Megumi, you look like a statue," you murmured softly, carefully guiding the sleeve off his good arm first before helping him ease out of the left. "You can't even turn your chin. Come on, into the bedroom. Sit on the edge of the mattress."
He grumbled something under his breath about not wanting to make a big deal out of it, but the physical drain won out over his pride. He followed you into the room with stiff, guarded steps, sitting down heavily on the edge of the bed with a low exhale.
Reaching up to pull his dark shirt over his head turned out to be a total nightmare. Halfway through lifting it, the muscle along his neck seized up so hard that a breathless gasp was forced right through his teeth, his whole body freezing in place.
"Hold on, don't force it. Let me," you said gently, stepping between his knees to carefully lift the shirt up over his head and slide it down his arms.
Without his shirt on, the damage was obvious. The thick ridge of muscle running from the base of his neck down across his left shoulder blade was locked in a brutal knot. You could literally see the hard, bunched-up muscle protruding beneath his skin.
You reached for a jar of body oil on the nightstand, rubbing a generous amount between your hands until it was warm and slick.
"This is going to hurt," you warned softly, kneeling on the bed beside him so you could get proper leverage. "Your trap is completely locked up. If we don't work this out tonight, you're not going to be able to move your head tomorrow."
"Just do what you need to do," Megumi muttered, resting his forearms on his knees and letting his head hang slightly forward.
When your oiled palms first pressed into his bare back, his skin flinched at the sudden touch. But as you started sweeping long, firm strokes up his spine and across his shoulders, his body slowly began to yield under your hands, a long, shuddering sigh slipping past his lips.
Then you set your thumbs right over the center of the knot.
The second you leaned forward and dug your weight into the focal point of the spasm, Megumi’s hands slammed into the bedsheets, his knuckles instantly turning stark white.
"Fuck—" a sharp, grated hiss ripped from his throat, his back reflexively tensing against the pain.
"Breathe through it, Megumi. Don't fight me," you coaxed, keeping your voice calm and steady as you held firm pressure against the knot. "Let it melt under the heat. If you tense up, it's just going to hurt worse."
"It feels like a rock," he groaned out, burying his face into the crook of his elbow. A thin sheen of sweat broke out across his forehead as the deep-tissue work dug into the raw muscle. Every slow, grinding stroke sent a searing ache shooting up the side of his neck. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"I'm trying to fix you," you whispered, shifting your weight to press your elbow directly into the thick ridge of his trap, slowly breaking down the tight bands of muscle millimeter by millimeter.
For nearly thirty minutes, the room was quiet save for the soft drag of your hands, the rustle of the sheets, and Megumi’s heavy, strained breathing every time you hit a tender spot. Bit by bit, under the continuous heat and pressure, the stubborn tightness finally began to give. The hard lump beneath your hands softened, dissolving from sharp, agonized tension into a heavy, glowing ache.
You finished with broad, sweeping strokes across his shoulders before wiping off the excess oil with a soft towel.
Megumi slowly lifted his head, his dark hair messy and falling over his eyes. He carefully rotated his neck to the left—testing the movement inch by inch—until his jaw cleared his shoulder completely without a single wince.
A quiet, disbelieving exhale escaped him. "God... that's so much better."
"Told you," you smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the warm skin between his shoulder blades.
That simple touch broke whatever quiet restraint Megumi had left. The sheer relief, mixed with the lingering heat radiating through his muscles, left him completely pliable and undone. He turned on the mattress, his dark blue eyes heavy, glazed, and filled with a quiet, needy look as he looked up at you.
Instead of taking charge like he normally would, he reached out with slightly trembling fingers, pulling softly at the hem of your shirt with a silent plea in his eyes.
"Don't go..." he rasped, his voice thick and quiet. "Please... stay right here."
"I'm not going anywhere," you whispered, leaning in to brush your hand over his cheek. "Do you want more?"
A dark flush spread across his cheekbones. Megumi leaned right into your palm, letting out a soft, shaky breath as his eyes fluttered shut. "Yes... please. Take care of me."
You took the lead completely, gently pushing him back until he was lying flat on his back against the pillows. His chest rose and fell in heavy, uneven breaths, his dark hair messy against the white bedding. When you peeled off your clothes and straddled his hips, Megumi let out a quiet, needy whine, his hands coming up to grip your waist, fingers digging into your skin like he was holding on for dear life.
"You look so good like this," you murmured, leaning down to trace your lips along his jawline down to his throat. "So open for me."
"Fuck..." Megumi gasped, his head rolling back into the mattress as your hands slid down to pull away his pants, exposing him completely. He was already hard, slick pre-cum leaking from his tip, throbbing with quiet anticipation. "Please... I need you."
You didn't make him wait. Guiding his length to your entrance, you slowly lowered yourself down onto him in one full, agonizingly slow stroke.
Megumi’s hips bucked upward on pure instinct before settling back down, a loud, raspy moan torn straight from his chest. His hands flew from your waist to grip your wrists, his long fingers locking with yours, pinning his own hands against the bed as he gave up control entirely.
"Ah—god, you're so tight..." Megumi whimpered, his eyes blowing wide before heavy eyelids drooped with sheer bliss. His chest heaved beneath you as you began to move.
You took your time, setting a slow, deliberate pace that ground your hips right against his sweet spot. Every full, rolling stroke drew a breathless sound from him—soft, helpless moans and needy hitches in his breath that he was way too far gone to hide.
"Look at you," you murmured softly, leaning down so your hair brushed against his collarbone. "Such a good boy for me tonight... just taking everything."
Hearing those words completely shattered what little composure he had left. A deep red blush rushed all the way down his neck and chest. Megumi whined, tossing his head side to side while his hips twitched helplessly beneath you.
"More..." he choked out, his grip on your hands tightening until his knuckles turned pale. "Please, sweetheart—faster... grind into me..."
You obliged, picking up the pace until the room filled with the quiet, wet sounds of your bodies colliding and the heavy, desperate drag of his breathing. You arched your back, riding him deeper, feeling him throb inside you with every downward press.
Megumi was completely at your mercy, totally overwhelmed by the intensity. His toes curled into the sheets, his hips lifting to meet your thrusts in a messy, eager rhythm as he chased the edge you were holding him on.
"I'm... I'm so close—fuck, I'm going to cum," Megumi sobbed out, his voice cracking with unfiltered need. He looked up at you with wide, tear-sheened eyes, completely exposed. "Can I? Please... let me..."
"Cum for me, Megumi," you commanded softly, leaning down to catch his lips in a messy, deep kiss right as you rolled your hips one last time against him.
That was all it took. Megumi shuddered violently beneath you with a low, broken groan, his back arching off the mattress as he came hard, hot spurts pulsing deep inside you over and over. The sheer force of his climax set off yours immediately; you clamped tight around him, gasping into his mouth as intense waves of pleasure crashed through you, squeezing every drop out of him.
Afterward, Megumi sank back into the pillows, completely spent, his chest heaving in shallow, trembling pants. He was glowing with a light sheen of sweat, looking up at you with soft, dazed affection.
Slowly, you eased off him, collapsing onto his good side. The second you settled down, Megumi reached out with a heavy, relaxed arm, pulling you tight against his chest and burying his face right into the crook of your neck, his lips pressing soft, grateful kisses against your skin.
"Thank you..." he breathed softly, his voice muffled against your skin as his breathing finally started to even out. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," you whispered, gently running your fingers through his damp hair. "How's your back feeling now?"
Megumi let out a low, sleepy chuckle, his chest expanding against your hand as he drifted off. "Never felt better."
₊˚⊹ ᢉ𐭩 your boyfriend loves kissing the hickies he placed upon you the night before!
an — barely any dialogue… all characters envisioned as the male charac are aged up over 21 👻 sliiiiightly suggestive??
despite his usual intimidating demeanor, he still had an incredibly soft side to him. during his “work” hours, he’d slay opponents with an intent to kill, sparing no one. but when he was with you, oh the man would be a big dog, constantly following you around.
he’d always have some kind of hold on you, whether clinging onto you from behind, or having your knees touch at the dinner table. he just wanted to feel that you were there with him.
but he IS relentless in bed, nearly breaking the frame every time. he’d mark you up and bite into any plush he could sink his teeth into, making you remember that you’re all his. he was possessive of so what little he had, so he makes sure that everyone else knows.
after having sex, both of you would always fall asleep into each others arms, naked. he would always wake up first, his nature of being alert on the job doesn’t let him sleep straight even off the clock. as he looks down at you, curled into his muscular torso, it’s like he falls in love all over again. you’re so gorgeous and brittle under his touch. he gently pulls you up, tits in his face, but all he can do is stare in adoration.
he sees your neck, chest, and even back, covered in hickies, forming a beautiful constellation that are reminders of his love. he kisses them, one by one, but not deep enough to make them more permanent than they already are.
he dances his chapped lips all around your supple skin, tasting the sweet you somehow always had. his calloused holds your waist with a tight grip, afraid to let you go. his saliva softly glistens against the surface of your body.
he smirks as you lightly twitch when he kisses your sensitive parts, repeating until your eyes finally flutter open.
“baby?” you mutter as you slowly awaken, grasping his hair to face you.
“g’morning— baby-“ he says in between his kisses. your hold on him isn’t tight enough to fully peel him off, so he just keeps smooching all around. “so beautiful.. all mine.” he continues, never detaching his lips from your skin and fully embracing the marks spread around you.
you quietly whimper at the feeling, body still sensitive from the night before. whenever he hears you, he flicks the spot he was working on with the tip of his tongue, making you slightly jolt.
“my baby,, still so—fuck- sensitive” he swears under his breath that’s long gone from how long he’s been lapping at your skin. he can only cuss at how much he loves you and all the small things you do. the way you slightly snore in your sleep. the way you curl toward him involuntarily when the breeze gets too strong. the way you hold him so close when touches you all he wants. the way you’re so breathtaking.
to him, you were picturesque. every memory he had of you was displayed in a gallery in his heart. you were heaven in the shape of a goddess, and he made sure you were treated no less than one.
upon getting up from bed, the big man only follows you around, his skin still touching you one way or another. and the kissing never stops! whether it was pecking on the present marks, or making new ones, he was more than satisfied and sooo in love!
og draft was supposed to be for toji but i felt like it was lowk ooc😭😭😭 msorry💔 also can we tell that i love kissing?!
Megumi will start with little things like his placing his hand over yours, brushing his knee against yours, letting his shoulder touch yours, and tucking hair behind your ear. Making sure you're completely comfortable before building up enough courage to finally kiss you.
Megumi secretly loves pda, but would never show or admit it. When you aren't afraid to show everyone you're together, it makes him feel important and loved, even if he brushes you off completely flustered.
Megumi use to never listen to music, but because you do all the time, he made a spotify account, bought new earphones and listens to all the songs you recommend him. He even has a playlist about you.
Megumi hates when Gojo teases him for the smallest things like when he ties your laces or helps you out of the car, he thinks it’s the bare minimum.
Megumi will roll his eyes whenever you deny the need for a jacket. Even though its gets dangerously cold in the next 5 minutes, he'll immediately wrap his jacket around your shoulders while you give him an innocent smile.
Megumi will stop and stare at the shop window whenever he sees rings on sale. After tugging his arm and asking him what's wrong, he turns red and walks off in a hurry.
'Nothing'
Megumi will stay completely still if you fall asleep on him, to the point of not breathing just in case you wake up. He knows how hard you work, and wants to let you have absolute comfort even in a small moment.
Megumi loves listening to you talk about your day. Whether your complaining about work, yapping while doing your skin care or planning what you two should have for dinner. He loves hearing your voice.
'So?'
'Huh?'
'Ugh, Megs were you even listening?'
'Oh, sorry. Continue.'
a/n: this is my second piece of writing hehe, ive had these ideas for megumi and wanted to put them together as some headcannons, hope you enjoyed!
✿ in which — ◞۫ ׅ you watch megumi suffer in your arms after fighting sukuna.
⡞⠳⣄⣀⣠⠞⢷ ֹ۪ alternate jjk universe.
wc ⋮ ⌗ ┆0.9k
i still remember that day.
the day his blood poured over my hands as i help his head at my chest.
it was warm, like his smile, and it stained my clothes too.
his spikey hair i played with was flat and drenched in rain.
i was kneeled on the ground, whispering his name over and over like he was a prayer i was trying to hold onto.
"megumi, megumi stay with me baby, megumi please."
my tears felt heavy for the first time in a while, and the dropped onto his face, mixing with his blood.
i wanted to shake him, yell at him to fight against the pain, and get up.
but i couldn't.
it felt as if my voice was chained and locked, and the key was thrown away.
but even though his head was in my arms, and his body almost lifeless, he still looked the same.
the beautiful boy i fell in love with everyday.
1554 times matter of fact.
my tears wouldn't stop falling, not water how many times i tried to wipe them, but struggled since one hand was always holding his head.
even though he was on the verge of leaving me, this sweet boy still had a faint smile on his mouth.
"meg...you can't go yet, please, i know there's still life in you fighting to stay alive."
his hand shook as he tried to reach my face. i leaned closer so he could do it easier.
his hand was cold. freezing cold, unlike how his hands were every other day.
it was always my hands that were cold, no matter what season.
he would've always held them in his hoodie sleeves and draw patterns on the back of them with his thumbs.
but at that minute, his hands were the cold ones for the first time i've known him, and my hands were warm under his head.
his hand was weak against my cheek, and i slightly turned to the side to give it a faint kiss.
my tears rinsed off some of the blood from his fingers, and eventually, his hand dropped down again.
for 1554 days i never had cold hands, but now these same hands were holding the love of my life, almost dead.
i used to always call him my angel. he was, he really was. his eyes were soft when they looked at me from across the room, and his kisses were warm and as soft as feathers.
but right now nothing felt warm. both of us were cold from the rain, but one of us was colder with blood wrapped around him.
i tried to wipe some of the blood off of his face to see him better again, but it just kept pouring out of his cuts.
"you'll always be my angel megumi, no matter in what universe, on earth, or in heaven. you'll always be my perfect angel and i love you more than any poet or musician can ever say."
he smiled again, for the last time.
he coughed, "i know baby. i'll look for you no matter where i go. i'll love you in any world."
the tears didn't fall now, they streamed, and overflowed my eyes until i could barely make out his face.
my tears now mixed with the rain that began to fall again.
then
his eyes fully shut.
and his smile was gone.
all i could think about was how happy i was that he died with a smile on his face.
im sorry....
hope you guys still liked it!
my gojo fanfic blew up im so thankful for all the likes!!!
you swung the door open with an exasperated sigh, it was a relief to finally be home after such a long day. today had been a day of nonstop training. gojo must've been in a particularly foul mood today because he did not allocate any time for breaks, it was just go go go, all day.
soreness has already settled into all of your muscles. the telltale throbbing in your shoulders and thighs told you that waking up tomorrow was going to be unpleasant. hopefully gojo sensei would be easier on you tomorrow.
you decided dinner wasn't important, all you needed right now was to finally get some sleep. after taking off your shirt you unhooked your bra, letting it fall off your body. typically taking your bra off would feel relieving, but today it just brought you more pain. the lack of support caused a dull aching sensation in your breasts, which was only worsened by your hormones since your period was coming soon.
after pulling on a comfy tank and pajama pants you tucked yourself into bed, the softness of the blankets engulfing your tired body.
the door slowly creaked open as megumi entered your room, a tired smile on his face. "hey, how are you holding up after today?" his voice was soft and full of concern. he stripped off his shirt and put on a pair of shorts before climbing next to you in bed.
his hands felt surprisingly soft as they slipped under your shirt. you winced as he brushed against your sore breasts, and he noticed the change in your expression.
"did i hurt you? i'm sorry." he furrowed his brows and his eyes softened. megumi's soft side was something that was reserved just for you, no one else got to see the way he relaxed around you. it made you feel safe with him.
you rolled over and nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck and mumbled, "my boobs hurt... really bad."
megumi ran his fingers through your hair and pressed a gentle kiss to your head before responding. "oh, i'm so sorry, can i help?"
his idea of helping was pushing your shirt up and sucking your tits until you felt better. of course you knew this as soon as he asked, he had always loved latching his greedy mouth onto your breasts and sucking until you felt better. it turned him on, but brought him immense comfort at the same time.
you nodded, "yeah, go ahead."
he was quick to pull your shirt up, exposing your bare chest to him. "you're so pretty, you know that?" he whispered, verbal affection was difficult for him but he meant every word.
his head rested on your stomach while he kneaded your tits, skillful hands squeezing exactly where you needed. soft moans slipped past your lips, the relief was instant.
it didn't take long for him to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, finally sucking your breast into his mouth. he quietly groaned as his tongue swirled around your nipple. your skin felt so warm and soft in his mouth, he couldn't get enough.
he pushed his head closer to you and increased the suction. saliva dripped from his mouth where it connected with your skin, leaving your breast slick but he licked it back up before bringing your nipple back into his mouth. his head bobbed slightly as his mouth worked over you and a short moan escaped his lips, vibrating through your chest.
megumi's hand continued to massage your other breast, making sure they were both getting his full attention. he'd hate to leave you unsatisfied.
he switched sides and it felt so good when he pulled your other breast into his mouth. moans combined with your sigh of relief as the days tension slowly melted away.
"mmmmm," he whimpered, thoroughly enjoying helping you like this. megumi sucked harder, bobbing his head once more.
he continued to lick, suck, kiss, and massage your chest until he noticed how you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore. your breast was freed from his mouth and he pulled your shirt back down before pulling you onto his chest.
the warmth from his body flooded into yours and you momentarily felt your soreness go away. he lazily rubbed your back, trying to soothe you until you fell asleep in his arms.
"felt good. i love you, megs." your voice was a sleepy whisper and you were already drifting off before you could finish your sentence. megumi smiled, relieved to know he could help you feel better after a long day.
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syn: during a hangout with his friends from high school Megumi gets a call from his pregnant wife, only to see her ugly crying just because he ate her leftovers.
MEGUMI FANIFC
☆pregnancy ☆pregnancy hormones ☆crying/emotional distress ☆mild profanity ☆fluff ☆established relationship ☆domestic humor ☆slice of life
oneshot | comedy | fluff
Megumi rarely answered FaceTime calls in public. Key word— Almost.
But when his phone buzzed and your contact photo popped up on the screen, he answered immediately.
Across the table, Nobara was halfway through a sentence. "...and remember when we were in high school and Gojo-sensei literally—"
Megumi held up a finger. "Wait."
The moment the call connected, his stomach dropped.
You were sobbing. Not cute crying nor dramatic fake crying you did whenever you were being sarcastic. It was full-on, ugly, pregnant-lady devastation. Your face was blotchy, tears pouring down your cheeks, nose running, breathing all uneven.
Megumi sat up so fast his chair scraped the floor. "What's wrong?" His words irritated you more, resulting in you crying harder.
Yuji's eyes widened when he scooted closer from beside him to see what made Megumi show such a strong reaction. "Oh my God." Nobara stood and leaned across the table from where she was sitting, being as nosy as ever. "Why does she look like somebody died?"
Megumi stood up immediately and started walking away from the table to a more secluded part of the place. "Baby." His voice was sharp now. "What happened?"
When you tried to talk, nothing came out except another broken sob.
His heart started racing. Were you hurt? Was the baby okay? Did you fall? Did something happen at home? His mind racing with questions that you're crying not answering. "Talk to me, please."
You shook your head dramatically. "M-Megumi..." Your lips quivering and trembling as you fought back your feelings.
Megum's eyes softened immediately, still filled with concern. "I'm here."
Then you started crying so hard again that you couldn't finish the sentence.
He stared at your face through the call. "It's fine. I'm coming home now, don't move. I'll take you to the hospital-" His eyes met yours and he immediately shut up at the look you were giving him.
You stared at him through the screen with pure betrayal. Pure pain and suffering. "You ate my leftovers."
The man took a second to collect what you said into his brain, his eyes doing exactly three blinks. "What?"
"You ate my leftovers!" You wailed so loudly that several people in the restaurant turned around, and back at the table, Yuji and Nobara were openly listening. Both turning their heads when they noticed Megumi was looking their direction.
Megumi just stared. He was at a loss of words before sighing, the memory still fresh in his mind. Two days ago for dinner while you were asleep, he was looking into the fridge and seen the container practically glowing. You said you'd eat it eventually, but you had a habit of leaving food in the fridge to grow old. He figured this was no different.
Now he regrets it. "...The pasta?"
"YES THE PASTA." Fresh and immediate tears ran down your face like somebody had turned on a faucet. "I was saving that!"
"You said you weren't hungry."
"THAT WAS YESTERDAY MORNING." You pointed at the camera. "Yesterday, Megumi!"
He rubbed his forehead. You were going to go into one of those now very frequent ramblings you did that Megumi knew better than to interrupt. Especially when pregnancy hormones were involved.
"You little thief." You sniffled aggressively. "You refrigerator bandit." "You knew I wanted it."
Megumi sighed deeply, shaking his head. "I didn't know."
"The audacity."
"Okay."
"The unmitigated gall."
"Okay."
"The disrespect."
"Okay."
"The raggedy behavior."
He raised a brow, tilting his head to the side slightly as he looked off to the side. "You've never called me raggedy before." He didn't know if he should be amused or offended
You dramatically inhaled as you caught your breathe "Because I loved you."
"You still love me."
"I don't know right now." You continued your speech. "I opened that fridge." Sob. "I already had the fork ready." Sob. "I was imagining the first bite." Sob. "I was smiling and jumping with joy" Sob. "And it was GONE."
Megumi finally understood. This wasn't really about the leftovers anymore, it was pregnancy disappointment. The kind that felt like the end of the world for absolutely no reason.
He softened immediately. "Baby, I'm sorry."
"Fuck you"
"I'll buy you more."
"It won't taste the same"
Depsite your words Megumi noticed how you perked slightly at his words, making a mental note to buy you some before he heads back home.
The crisis was ending—
Then your face crumpled again. "The pasta was so good." A fresh wave of tears started.
Megumi immediately pinched the bridge of his nose. "Don't start again."
"You don't understand." You wailed pathetically. "You ate my dreams, Megumi."
At that point, even Megumi couldn't stop the tiny smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, i'm sorry again." He shook his head. "I'll be home soon." Only then did you finally nod in approval and hang up.
Megumi stared at the black screen for a moment before he walked back to the table. Yuji immediately burst into laughter. "So nobody died?"
Megumi sat down. "No." His simple word make Nobara grin. "What was the emergency?"
Megumi picked up his drink. "I ate her leftovers."
While the other two laughed their asses off Megumi went to his notes app and added another thing to this list of things not to do ever since you two got together.
realistic megumi rection
a/n: HELLO EVERYONE! I know i said i was on hiatus but i just couldnt help it, i need to give you all something! I'm still on a break but occasional posts will be made! i need to keep yall fed so im tryin my best. This isnt my best work but im still not feeling well, forgive me!!!! Love yall!
warnings: clothed sex, established relationship, body worship, riding megumis abs, dry humping, praise, tsundere megumi, dry humping.
Sat together on his bed, you and Megumi are just cuddled up watching a movie, some action flick with too many curse words and car chases. While he focuses on the screen, you can't help but admire him. Ethereal lashes brushing on his pale cheeks as he blinks. Side profile like something from a painting. Lips resting in a natural pout.
And of course the way his shirt is just slightly ridden up, showing the most delectable sliver of his abs. Carved deeply into his slutty waist, decorated with his v-line pointing into his sweatpants.
The sight has you salivating to say the least, and Megumi is completely oblivious to your perverted gaze.
Well…he was oblivious. Until one sneaky hand made its way to his stomach, running one finger along the ridge of his abdomen. He jolts at the sudden pressure.
“What are you doing?”
“Just admiring.”
You smile at him innocently.
“You have a very pretty waist.”
“Such a weirdo. Why do I like you?”
“So you like me?”
“I think I’ve made that clear.”
“So you would let me ride them?”
His entire face turns a burning red, coughing slightly.
“What!?”
“Ride them. Your abs. Would you let me?”
He looks away quickly, finding fascination with the wall.
“Megumi?”
“Sure. Yeah. Whatever makes you happy.”
“Thanks.”
You quickly shimmy off your pajama shorts, followed by your thin panties, before clambering onto his lap. Megumi is laid back, propped up slightly by a pillow so he can watch.
“Do you want me to take my shirt off?”
“No. Hold it up for me pretty boy.”
Awkwardly, he grabs the hem of his shirt, cotton lifted to expose his abdomen.
“Little higher, I wanna see your whole chest, Gumi.”
He obliges, now fully on display, shirt lifted to near his neck. There’s a slight sheen to his skin, and his chest rises and falls in an unsteady rhythm.
“You’re so gorgeous, it’s not fair. You’re gonna need a restraining order to get me off.” You laugh.
His eyes widen.
'You really are beautiful. Especially when you laugh at your own stupid jokes.' he thinks to himself, feeling the blood rush downwards.
Pushing down, you finally make contact with his hard abdomen. Lubricated by your slick, sliding up and down is smooth, leaving a shiny trail. Every roll of your hips bumps your clit into the hard muscle, causing you to moan and toss your head back.
Megumi avoids eye contact, looking directly upwards to the ceiling, occasionally closing his eyes. Just the sight of you pleasuring yourself on his body has him worked up, but he tries to focus on tensing his abdominal muscles to provide a better surface for you. Harder, with more intense ridges for you to rub your pussy against.
“Feels so good, Gumi. You should let me do this- fuck- do this more.”
He grumbles in response, tugging your shirt before pulling it off entirely. Your bra pushes your tits up in a way that drives Megumi crazy, black lace against skin. His hands move from their awkward position on the sheets to your shoulders, moving your chest towards him.
He presses a gentle kiss to the curve of your chest. Then another. Then another. Until they aren’t so gentle, and instead are passionate marks sucked into your skin, all along the outline of your bra. His hand lingers by the clasp, but looking at your tits, he reconsiders, massaging them through the lace instead.
Your grinding hasn’t relented, his washboard abs now soaked.
“Megumi-“
He grabs onto your hips to help you move, the room filled with your moans and wet slapping. Lazily, he starts to hump the air, chasing a sensation that doesn’t exist. His heavy cock strains against his sweats as you begin to reach your climax.
Both of you lean in for a heated kiss as your grinding grows more erratic, shuddering on top of him. You moan directly into his mouth, sound resonating between you.
Pulling away, you climb off and fall limp next to him.
"Woah. That was awesome."
Megumi doesn't respond, transfixed on the ceiling.
"You okay? Megumi?"
"Yeah."
His tone is clipped. Short and breathless.
You look down and see it, the distinctive dark patch on his grey sweats.
"Did you come? I didn't even touch you bro!"
"Shut up. And don't call me bro. I'm not your bro."
"Sorry…pretty boy." you tease.
"I hate you."
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