#sumikuna

sunshine!fem reader + grump!megumi fushiguro

| MAJORR fluff 🥹🥹 (might be ooc 🥹)

megumi was a very cold person.

his posture was always upright, shoulders bunched into a wall of steel. his brows always furrowed into an unmoving expression that even the most perceptive of sorcerers couldn’t read.

so, when megumi was caught trailing behind you, heavy bags bunched between his fingers, with such a soft, puppy-like gaze, it’s no surprise that everyone had suddenly piqued interest on why he was suddenly his guard was lowered around you.

“FUSHIGUROOOOOO!” the screech of yujis voice bellowed into megumis dormitory, gojo and nobara trailing behind the jumping boy. a startled megumi flinches, involuntarily lifting his gaze to eye the pink haired menace.

“Whatever you’re going to ask, no.” he outright sneers, the book between his knuckles suddenly crumpled at the edges.

yuji, nobara, and gojo alike all symbolize their disapproval through frustrated glares and a choir of angry strings, as an unfazed megumi doesn’t even flinch.

LATER THAT DAY

your giggles echo through the pink sky of the sunset, hair flowing in the wind as if it were impersonating an ethereal bush of cherry blossoms, your grin widening as megumis two wolf shikigamis lay in between your lap. their happy, howling vows and cuddling into your abdomen shadow their clear approval of the soft pets in between their ears.

megumi doesn’t care to admit it, but under his breath and hiding from the gaze of your soft eyes, he enjoys watching you with his shikigami. your gentle aura makes his heart race, makes the blood flow into his cheeks, just slightly.

when you look up into megumis eyes, your gazes locking into a gentle embrace of love and air alike, he lets an unguarded, soft smile carve its way into his jaw.

he doesn’t often say it, but these gentle moments with you stop time.

he’s just adoring you.

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gojo was easily to handle.

well, sometimes.

you could handle his flirty jokes, and the sexual implications whispered into your ear while the two of you stood beside each other in line for ice cream, groups of people less than 6FT away.

you could handle his dirty talk, the dry humping over your thin sweats as you’re bent over the counter— just trying to wash the dishes. the complains would always spill from you, but his excuses piling up after each other while he just rubs over your clothed clit? yeah, you could handle it.

what you couldn’t handle was being stuck in place by his thick, veiny hands— hips squirming below him as your panties pool around your ankles. you couldn’t handle the mean rubs of his cock rimming your pussy— the deep groans emerging from behind you as you just could not stay still.

you couldn’t handle the embarrassingly sexy grip of his biceps against your hips, the cool granite of your counter grinding into your torso. you couldn’t handle his husky words of encouragement as his cock plummets into you— possibly touching your cervix with the curve edged into it.

how may orgasms had it been? two? five? ten? twenty-three?

“mhm— ngh, yeah, baby, come on— bring those hips back onto my thick cock for me.” gojo groans behind you, your hips grinding into his pelvis to just get him deeper— but somehow farther. “— you can do that for me, right baby? hm? yeah, you can, cmon.” he leans down, his carved abs tensing into your back.

“ngh! no— ‘jo… i can’t— please! too much,” you beg and plead, your thighs shaking under the weight of his cock ramming into your tight pussy. your voice cracks under the pressure building in your tummy once again- the bulge of his cock showing through your skin.

“uh-uh, cmon, be a good girl and fucking— take it, don’t run baby.” he brings you even closer into him— merging your skin together like clay. his grip tenses on your hips, and you just know he’s close again. the pressure gets too hard to bury- like a string holding onto a thick brick, waiting to fall.

“ah! fuck— toru, im close— fuck, so good!—“ you squeal, fingers interlocking with the corner of the hard counter. for a brief second— your vision darkens before a burst of white stars emerge into your gaze, eyes rolling back in the ecstasy of your— probably 15th orgasm in the past hour. your tongue falls out of your mouth, panting like a horny dog in heat. he groans behind you, his muscles tensing under the weight of his own release.

the overstimulation kicks in, your walls squeezing his cock even tighter in a silky embrace. you squeak out incomprensible noises from your throat, trying to push yourself farther away from him. in the post-sex glory, he gently grabs your throat and tilts your head back, opening your mouth with two thick fingers and spitting so filthily it gains another whimper from you.

“there’s my girl, cmon let’s get you cleaned up.” he hoists you up into his arms, leaving your panties discarded on the cold kitchen floor. he’d get them later.

right now, he’s just in a daze, his eyes roaming over your sleeping face in admiration.

yeah, you really couldn’t handle his stamina.

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