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megumi thrusted his hips against yours with an extreme lack of control. up until this point he’d kept a slow, quiet pace, but it was getting harder to maintain. the bed was beginning to emit quiet creaks and your gasps for air were getting more violent.

“slow down! yuuji is right next door,” you hissed at the dark-haired boy, your nails making small indents in his biceps.

the jujutsu tech dorms were relatively empty due to the lack of students, so normally noise wouldn’t be a problem; but of course gojo sensei had placed yuuji in the dorm just adjacent to megumi’s a few months ago. it had made your nights together a little more frustrating and a little less enjoyable as you tried to keep the noise levels to a minimum.

“i don’t care, i just- fuck, you feel so good,” he buried his face into the crook of your neck, placing sloppy, wet kiss to the sensitive skin.

his hot breath and sticky tongue working magic on your neck coaxed a few breathy moans from you lips. his thrusts were growing, elevating in intensity and striking against your cervix with every blow. a strangled whimper choked out of your throat, and you immediately threw a hand over your mouth in attempt to hold it in.

“megumi! he’s gonna hear us!” you angrily muttered at him, one of your hands clawing into his hair and pulling back his head so you could see his face.

“im sure he’s a asleep,” his eyes were completely clouded over with lust, not a single care weighing on his shoulders. he was concerned with one thing and one thing only — the way the puffy walls of your soaking cunt were gripping perfectly around his cock.

megumi typically held a stoic personality, demonstrating utter poise and control over his emotions — but when it came to you? when it came to your body being tangled with his in a heated knot under the covers? there wasn’t a single thing that could slow him down.

your head fell back onto the pillows, soft sighs and sensitive whines leaking from between your lips. god, you hoped yuuji was asleep, you really did. you saw the way he looked at you — the way he gazed at you like you covered the earth in trees and dotted the sky with stars. you could only imagine how hurt he’d be having to sit there and listen to your pleasured moans.

yuuji wasn’t asleep.

he was wide awake with his hand creeping into his pajama pants while he listened to your shaky breaths and pretty noises through the paper thin walls. his heart ached with jealousy but his dick couldn’t decipher the fact that the moans weren’t for him.

he pulled the waistband of his boxers down, letting his swollen cock flop up against his abdomen. he hissed at the feeling, throbs of arousal coursing through his member while throbs of envy pumped through his heart.

yuuji respected megumi, liked him a lot actually — but he was horribly envious of the fact that you were with him. fuck, the things he would do to be the one railing himself inside of you and making you emit such beautiful sounds.

he shamefully stroked his large hand over the tender tip of his length, shivers running under his skin as he thought about your hands being the ones to touch him. this was so fucked up, him thinking about you in this context while his best friend fucked you one room over. it was disgusting and shameful but he couldn’t stop his hands from groping himself — utterly desperate to ease his carnal desire.

one hand harshly pumped his cock while the other reached lower, pulling ever-so-tenderly on his aching balls. he could hear megumi’s bed shaking louder now, the annoying creaks making it increasingly difficult to hear your lovely moans. he strained his head, shifting himself closer to the wall so he could hear you better.

you were whimpering megumi like a mantra, delicate whines and high-pitched mewls between each breath of his name. yuuji rested his head against the wall, closing his eyes and increasing his pace as he fantasized about it being his name instead.

ah- yuuji! feels so good

make me come yuuji! p- please! need to come!

he’d made you feel so good, and his name would sound delightfully pleasant rolling off your lips. he bucked his hips into his hands at thought of it, fucking into himself hard as he quickly became undone.

ropes of his sticky white seed ejected all over the floor, some catching onto the edge of his pants and some smearing onto his twitching hands. as he fell down from his euphoric high, the realization of the fact that he’d just jerked himself to the sound of you getting fucked by his best friend sunk in. 

it was selfish and vulgar that he felt this way, and guilt and disgust were weighing heavy on his shoulders.

In hindsight, this is your fault. All of your teasing and snark was meant to culminate in an explosion -- you just didn't know that Megumi was a bundle of dynamite, waiting for you to light his fuse.

He defied your expectations. You never expected him to pin you against the door, to press his body against yours, to kiss and bite at your lips until you were dizzy. You never expected him to shove you to the floor, to wrestle you to your knees, to strike you across the face with perfect precision. And you certainly never expected him to wind your hair in his hand, to guide you to your shared bed, to laugh when you moaned in need.

This is your fault. And you don't regret a thing.

"Please, 'Gumi," you gasp into the duvet. He hasn't moved in a full minute beyond casting your clothes to the ground and seating himself between your legs. You can feel his breath against your clit but he hasn't done anything more than spread your lips and cast his heated gaze between your clenching holes and desperate face. "T-touch me."

Megumi contemplates your plea, his eyes still flickering between your open mouth and twitching clit. Pretty, needy, his. He almost caves, almost drives his tongue inside you, almost wraps his arms around your thighs and pull you right against his face. But when you buck your hips in petulant impatience, Megumi changes his mind.

He pushes himself up and back on his knees, grips the muscles of your legs to yank you halfway down the bed. He doesn't look sane to you and, frankly, Megumi isn't quite sure if he's all there either. He's still half-clothed and he doesn't even have the composure to undress completely, opting to grind your naked core against his pants, choosing to soil the fabric for the sake of friction. Everything Megumi sees is red, a scarlet tint that curls around a primal need to use you until you're spent.

"Fuck," Megumi pants. With your shoulders still planted on the mattress, you're barely more than a toy right now. But even so, you're still moaning, gripping the sheets, biting your lip to keep your sounds and stammers to a minimum. Megumi almost loses his last semblance of sanity when he looks down. Translucent white seeps into jet black and Megumi swears he's never seen you this wet.

The kiss that meets your lips is so needy, beyond his typical craving for touch that Megumi has grown used to over the years. He drops your hips and lunges for your shoulder, wrenching you up until he can cup your face in his hands, until he can steal your breath with his own.

"Gonna..." Megumi starts. He falters when he sees your face, the tiny teardrops that cling to your lashes and swollen lips over a speechless tongue. You look at him like he's a god, even as you wear a faint necklace of bruises at the top of your décolletage. You swallow in anticipation and he follows the swell of your throat until he can calm down enough to remember his resolve. "Gonna ruin you."

It's elementary in terms of the filth you know can leave Megumi's lips. Gonna ruin you. It's almost laughable compared to the sonnets of sweet praise he likes to whisper to you late at night. But those three words break you. You pull yourself up the rest of the way until you can clutch at his shoulders and gasp out a simple reply to match his promise.

"Please."

Megumi doesn't need anything more to launch his assault. He slams you back down onto the mattress, pressing his still-clothed cock against you. You whine in response and drag your nails across his naked back. It's only when you meet his movements that Megumi seems to remember the confines of his belt, his clothes, his underwear and he yanks them off in a blizzard of movement.

A warm hand wraps around your wrists, pinning them against the bed; the other grips and grabs at your hip while he slides his cock up and down your slit, while he coats it in your slick.

"Gonna ruin you," he repeats. "Gonna fuck you dumb, gonna make you beg for it, okay? Gonna make you beg to cum and 'm gonna make you scream."

His voice is fragmented in near-staccato, a stark difference from his usual melodic rhythm. But you nod, you agree. You need him and you'll take anything he's willing to give. Megumi grabs your chin, forces your eyes to meet his own. "Say you want it," he whispers. It's soft and sweet and when you whimper out that I want it, he dives right back in with a mind-numbing kiss and a firm, "Good girl."

Megumi sheathes himself inside you and you swear you've never felt so full. He drives in hard, pulls out slow, and repeats the process, strangling the words from your mouth before you can even stutter them into the dark.

"Such a whore," Megumi pants. "My whore."

Your fingers dig into your palms as you moan your agreement, as you try to stammer out that yes, you're his, his whore, his toy, all for him. Megumi bares his teeth as his pace quickens, only parting them when he purses his lips to spit into your open mouth.

Megumi doesn't even know if he has a goal. He's been blind since the front door closed -- acting on instinct and unable to stop. But he knows that your high-pitched cry of thank you is a good start, only improved when you can't articulate the gratitude, when your tongue hangs out of your lips. He can't help but think you look perfect like this, like his little panting bitch.

"Teased me all day. Tried to piss me off," Megumi groans, his hand moving from your wrists to mirror the other at your hip. "Well you did it," he sneers. "And look at you now. Just drunk on my cock."

Megumi angles his hips down, punctuates his sentence with a harsh thrust, laughs as you arch and thrash against his steely grip. He decides that he likes you this way. He likes how your eyes roll back and your hands stay right where he put them.

"You gonna cum from this? Gonna cum from me using you like a toy?" Megumi pants with effort as he tries to keep his own climax at bay. His stamina matches his self control and right now, both are nearly depleted. "Wanna see it, then. C'mon, wanna see you cum. Right now, cum on my cock, I can feel how close you are, cum for me."

He's barely conscious at this point, barely aware of how you whimper under his body. Megumi has one thought in his mind and it's to make you fall apart underneath him, to make you combust in pleasure, to make you melt into the bed. And he'll be damned if you're anything but a blissed-out doll for him once he's done.

His words only add to your peak, descending from harsh demands into something more earnest. From the back of your foggy mind, you realize Megumi is begging, pleading with you to cum all over me, make a mess for me, please. He promises that you've been so good, taking me like this, letting me use you, god, you feel so good. And he swears that you're perfect like this, just my perfect little whore, fuck, c'mon, need to feel you cum.

Megumi can't hold off once he feels you tighten around him for a final time. He can't help himself as every muscle in your body goes rigid and you fall apart around him. With a yell he's never heard, he spills himself inside you, holding your hips flush to his own, unable and unwilling to fuck himself further into you, completely incapable of parting from you for even a moment.

His posture weakens the second he comes back down. Megumi almost collapses on top of you, only to bury his face in your neck and nuzzle sweaty skin against sweaty skin. You whine at the contact and push yourself into his touch.

Megumi has never felt the need to lay claim to you before. He's never felt like he needs to own you, to mark you as his. But as he leans on his side and surveys the bruises he left, Megumi can't deny that he likes the sight. He'd be lying if he said there wasn't a sense of satisfaction in his chest right now. So he doesn't. He presses a kiss to your lips when your eyes flutter open and tells you the absolute truth with a soft smile on his face.

"Mine."

And with the way his heart flutters when you agree, when you tell him what he needs to hear, Megumi swears he could hear that single word for the rest of time so long as it came from your lips.

@catharticvillains: Yuji. I don't know but Cat's just super sweet and makes me want to give out endless hugs, so I'll pair her with an equally sweet person.

@takenbytoji: San, my twin, I just know you'd want to be railed by Toji until you cease to exist, so... I'll give you this man to fulfill your desires. Kiss kiss. <3

@gojos-mochi: You deserve nothing but Gojo's best and most loving side, idgaf, you deserve THE BEST

@sukirichi: You deserve better but... I'll give you your man because you want it that badly... or would you prefer Junpei uwu??? (Nie, do not mention the water curse, do not-)

@delammi: You are my baby. Yuji. But probably more as a big brother, tbh.

@megumifushi: Suguru. He'd treat you sooooo fucking well and you deserve to be spoiled. Sorry it's not Megumi :(

@assbuttbaek: You need someone to keep you grounded and that's Nanami spending time with you after work. I said what I said.

@hawksky: My Queen, I'll ship you with Nobara because in my head, you'd be such a powerful duo. God made Nobara 2d because he knew you and her would have been to powerful.

@j0succ: Another angel, I'll give you Nanami because he's just the perfect husband <3 But it would also be interesting to see you with someone super upfront... but idk who....

@chosonore: Tengen oppa lmao who else- [gunshot] In secret, I'll give you Choso because I feel like you'd both be so fucking wholesome... it'd be too much for me.

@aceilora: I can't believe it's not Nanami (he's second tho) but I'll give you Gojo? For being cursed with me. Because Satoru would do that shit too. May I remind you of the lyrics you wrote?

@shibarito: Yuji would certainly match your Kermit energy but I'll give you Gojo. Solely for the fact that you can eat Schokoladenkuchen together uwu

@melonnbar: You only have eyes for Gojo, so it's hard to not ship you with him aksdhakhsd

@charlie-xo: Sorry babe, but you are too sweet for Sukuna. I'll give you Kenjaku Yuuta because you're both so soft and sweet and awaken my protecting instinct.

@madisnorm: Officer!Gojo I mean Megumi. He'd treat you so right and judge us all, together with you...

@cursedivine: The prin- Sukuna and you know it's because of your **** kink HAHAHAH

@l-ilysm: There, there.... I'll give you Jogo oppa... On another note, I really don't know who your fav is BUT I ALWAYS SEE YOU TALKING ABOUT JOGO OPPA???

@https-jane: YOU AND INUMAKI DOODLING IN THE PARK, I see it with my third eye. Trust me, I stole it from Gege.

@silversatoru: I'll give you Megumi because idk, you give off the same pretty adult vibe?? I don't know how to express it?? And you both sweet af <3