-

Surprisingly, Megumi's support didn't end there. The next day your favorite boba order was on your desk in Gojo's class. There was no note along with it, but you didn't need one. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Megumi studying your reaction. You punch the straw through the top and take a sip before turning to him. Mouthing a silent 'thank you' as you fiddled with the straw wrapper. Megumi barely even twitched, just turned his attention back to Gojo teaching at the front of the class.

Later that day he also conveniently had your favorite snack waiting for you in his pocket, handing it to you after you had finished sparing with him. "Is this a sorry for kicking my ass?" you joke with him, slightly out of breathe and dewy with sweat.

"If that makes you happy, then sure," he shrugs, eyes watching as you unwrap the treat and take a bite. "S'good?"

"Delicious," you nod, taking another quick bite. You cover your mouth, acutely aware of him watching you scarf it down. While you had a crush on Yuji from the moment you met him, there was still no denying that Megumi was attractive. Almost intimidatingly so, and watching you eat with such intensity was more than a little nerve-wrecking. Your face felt hot, and not just from the workout you got. "Thanks," you say simply after you swallow your last bite and he nods, holding out his hand. You stare at it questioningly and he flicks his fingers while looking at the wrapper. You hesitantly place it in his palm and his fists close around it, pocketing it before walking away.

His treatment of you stayed the same for weeks to come. He'd always have exactly what you were craving on hand, stealing glances at you in class to make sure you were alright. You were incredibly appreciative, albeit a little confused but perhaps you two were a closer than you originally thought. Which you didn't mind at all, in fact it felt like quite the honor to have Megumi care about you.

You thought his newly found attention, if that was even the right word, reached its absolute max one night when Yuji and Todo began bickering in the group chat, arguing about who knew what girls liked best after Todo's most recent failed date. Turns out, girls aren't really impressed with a guy who brags about his immense knowledge on the Japanese idol Nobuko Takada… who would've thought.

Yuji of course had to rub his own successful relationship in Todo's face, telling him the obvious "don't talk to girls about other girls. i would know, i have one." You didn't even realize you were biting the inside of your cheek until your mouth started to taste like pennies. You scrunch your nose up, about to throw your phone out your dorm window when a new message popped up.

"You both are useless idiots. Stop blowing up the group chat with this stupid shit."

You couldn't fight the laugh that left you as a series of text messages appeared.

"You go a whole month without texting in here and this is what you say when you come back??" You could practically hear Yuji whining as you read his message.

"What do you even know about women? Can't tell me his type but can tell me I'm an idiot"

The messages devolve into empty insults and inside jokes, completely moving on from the original topic and you know Megumi had done that on purpose. Yuji was right, he almost never texted. Let alone two full sentences. You quickly slid over to his chat, sending him a "thank you" which he thumbs up almost immediately.

-

Ok, so you were wrong. His attention for you climaxed when he asked if you wanted to see the new Human Earthworm movie with him. His hand scratched the back of his head waiting for your response while you just about spit up your soda.

"I thought you hated those movies," you choke out, barely recovering.

"Yeah well, I know Yuji and you were planning on seeing it together…" he says like the obvious conclusion would be that he would now take you.

"T-thank you," you swallow harshly, all too aware of his dark eyes watching your every movement. "You don't have to do that though," you start.

"Well I want to," he says and his eyes go wide, like he said something he shouldn't have and he clears his throat. "We don't have to."

"I mean.. if you're offering," your eyes are glued to the speck of dirt on your shoe as he nods. He confirms a time that works for you and then walks away, black hair disappearing back to where Yuji and Panda were chatting. You felt frozen in time, listening to the hum of the vending machine beside you as you watch him join them, confused yet excited nonetheless.

- Unfortunately, the time you both agreed on no longer worked as Megumi was sent on a solo mission the next day. Before he left he stopped by your dorm room, uniform neat and hair messy in its usual contained way. He towered above you without even trying, swallowing thickly as he promised that he'd watch the movie with you when he came back. You promised you'd wait for him in return. He let out a shaky sigh before saying goodbye, turning to leave for an undetermined amount of time. The days that passed were slow and uneventful without Megumi. You hadn't realized just how vital he was in preventing a total breakdown. But, being stuck with no one but Yuji and Nobara to entertain you left you stuck in your old ways; yearning for Yuji while knowing he liked someone else. Only now they were together and you had to sit and listen to Yuji sharing every detail of his relationship — even some of the more intimate ones.

"I can't believe I went this long without knowing what head feels like," Yuji shared while the three of you were on a snack run. Your eyes just about popped out of their sockets and Nobara howled with laughter.

"Good for you," she said, patting his shoulder, "but never say that shit around me again." You nodded in agreeance, trying to fight the urge to rip your skin off while Yuji looked into the distance, clearly reminiscing. Nobara grimaced, flicking his forehead to bring him back to earth.

Thankfully that was as bad as it got, but you still had to quite the time fighting off that image in your head later that night. It started off with you picturing yourself between his thighs, Yuji looking down at you with his big brown eyes, anxiously awaiting your mouth on his package. You could practically feel your mouth watering at the thought of him heavy on your tongue, your hand instinctively traveling beneath your pajamas as you continued to picture it. He'd be so gentle, helping you slide down his pants, and then his boxers, his long length springing out and dangling dangerously in front of you. You'd follow the thick vein you imagined he had on the underside of him, trailing your tongue up his shaft to his tip. He'd grab your hair, but not roughly. Never roughly. "Keep going," he'd sigh, eyes droopy now as you begun to swallow his tip. He'd tighten his grip just slightly, pleading with you. Letting you know just how good of a job you were doing. In your bed, your fingers find your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles while you imagine taking all of him in your mouth. He'd probably groan, rough and deep like he does when he gets injured and your entrance clenches around nothing. Your mouth feels dry as you drag your fingers in between your folds, losing yourself to your imagination. Wetness trickles out of you, coating your digits as you get more into it. Would he eventually fuck your throat if you teased him enough? Imaging Yuji taking you fast and rough always did it for you. Your fingers sped up, panting as the Yuji in your head told you that you take his cock beautifully. You're close. Ridiculously close as his dick twitches in your throat. "Fuck, I'm cumming, Ozawa," he says and you freeze. Realization hits you like a truck and you rip your hand from your pants. You run your other hand through your hair, cursing yourself. Even in your fantasies Yuji wants Ozawa.

You're so fucked.

-

When Megumi finally comes back you can't help but run to catch up to him, pulling him into a tight hug. He stumbles back at first, arms down at his side as he processes what is happening. He slowly embraces you back, awkwardly patting your back. The courtyard feels hotter than usual, muggy and eerily quiet while the two of you stand there. It doesn't take long for you to realize your mistake, pulling back awkwardly. "It's good to see you Megumi," you awkwardly choke out. You turn around to head back inside, only to see Yuji and Nobara looking at you like you just grew three heads. You clear your throat, clenching your fists and keeping your head down as you walk past them — unsure how you're going to explain your reaction to Nobara.

After you all share an awkward dinner together, you head back to your room with Nobara hot on your heels. You try and fail to close the door on her — both of her hands coming up to brace against it.

"What the hell was that?" she asks, not bothering to keep her voice down.

"What was what?" you decide to play dumb.

"You and Megumi," she crosses her arms, eyes squinting at you accusingly.

"I don't know… I just… missed him," you say, your inflection going up at the end so it sounds more like a question than an answer.

"Right…." she responds accusingly. "You… missed him." You nod, burying yourself deeper into the hole you dug yourself. "Is there something you're not telling me?" she accuses.

You cock your head, waiting for her to finish her thought.

"Do you like Megumi?" Your mouth gapes open and you pause for a moment, unsure what to say.

"Of course. He's a good friend," you try bullshitting but Nobara is too quick.

"You know that's not what I meant, dumbass." She frowns at you, clearly annoyed with your lame responses. You shrug, sitting down on your bed to play with one of the loose strings on your blankets.

She stares down at you, clearly unimpressed. "You've been acting so weird. You and Megumi." You don't bother to respond because you both know she's right. Instead you sink back further into your bed, hoping to melt through it. "Whatever," she huffs out, turning to leave and slamming your door. You pull your pillow from behind your head and bury your face in it. You feel terrible for keeping things from her but if you told her what was really going on, you knew she'd feel bad about the whole Yuji situation. Megumi pitying you was embarrassing enough. You didn't need Nobara in the mix. Knowing her, she'd probably break them up herself. You groan, throwing your pillow across the room. Slipping your tennis shoes on, you grab your headphones and decide to go for a much needed walk.

-

You both had kept your promise about the movie. Unfortunately, Human Earthworm was no longer in theaters by the time Megumi came back. Instead, you settled on watching a random movie in his dorm. When you first stepped inside it, you were taken aback at how clean everything was. Aside from a jacket on his desk chair and a few notes you presumed he took in Gojo's class the place was spotless. It also smelled immaculate — crisp sea breeze and sandalwood — did Megumi have a candle hiding in one of his drawers?

You took a seat on his bed as he typed away on his laptop, searching for a movie you'd both enjoy. He somehow managed to make gray sweatpants and a black t shirt look put together and you couldn't help but pick at your pajama pants you've had for years, silently cursing yourself for choosing to wear that pair in front of him. Wait, why did you even care?

"I'm assuming you want to watch a horror movie?" You nodded, sliding closer to him to see what movies he was looking at. Megumi stiffens briefly, hand freezing over the track pad before snapping out of it. He scrolled down Netflix until you saw a movie that looked interesting.

"That one," you pointed and he clicked on it without a second thought. You both tried your best to get comfortable on his twin size bed, but it was quite the effort to avoid touching each other. Eventually you settled in, shoulders just grazing the other's as the movie played. It was a pretty awkward hour and a half between the two of you. Every time you would shift Megumi would tense up, before releasing a shaky breath. He didn't even flinch at jump scares and from his face alone you couldn't tell if he was enjoying it.

"We don't have to watch this…" you started and he shook his head, looking over at you. The only light in his room came from the laptop, the movie creating shadows that danced across his face.

"This is fine." Choosing to drop it, you turn back to the movie, chewing on your lip absentmindedly. As the movie neared its end, Megumi recieved a text. The ding goes off, causing you to jump. He doesn't so much as move, choosing to ignore it until two more dings come through. He opens his phone and you scooch ever so slightly closer to read what's on his screen.

"What's up with you two?"

"Since when did you get so close?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Three messages from Yuji light up the room and Megumi fumbles to turn his phone off, clearly embarrassed Yuji is asking about you. You let out a chuckle, remembering how Nobara has been absolutely grilling you. Megumi turns to you. It's hard to see in the dark but you can tell he's flustered.

"I'm glad to see you've been dealing with that too," you tell him.

"What do you mean?" He looks down at you, his long lashes fluttering.

"Nobara is a menace," you tell him and when he doesn't respond you elaborate further. "She's been asking about that…" you pause, suddenly feeling hot.

"About?" his deep voice makes you shiver. By this point, the movie has been completely forgotten.

"The hug," you say, swallowing thickly. "Sorry," you shake your head, looking away. Surprisingly, his hand comes up to cup your chin, turning your face to look at him.

"Why do you always look away from me?" he asks, eyes dropping down to look at your mouth before meeting your eyes again.

You're absolutely stun locked, your brain short circuiting at the proximity. You don't think you've ever been this close to Megumi before. His eyes were mesmerizing, dark blue like the ocean at night and you almost hiccuped at the thought. This is the type of school girl shit you usually reserved for Yuji. You lick your lips at the realization, desperate to wet your dry mouth. Megumi follows the movement with his eyes and swallows roughly, like he's having the same problem as you. Before either of you can do anything further a thunderous knock shakes his door.

"Megs!" Yuji shouts and you jump. You both separate quickly when the door knob turns. "You gotta see this video dude," he says, opening the door to see you both looking guilty on his bed. The credits of the movie plays quietly as Yuji stares at you two in silent shock. "Oh sorry…" he starts, beginning to turn back around.

"I was just l-leaving," you tell him, slipping past Yuji and nearly tripping over your own feet to get back to your room.

-

Getting over Yuji felt like a piece of cake compared to what you were dealing with now. Yuji of course told Nobara about the situation he caught you and Megumi in and both of their imaginations had run wild. First it was he caught you two kissing. Then it escalated to getting caught with his hands in your pants. You always had a feeling Yuji was a pervert, and that was something you secretly enjoyed about him. But now, it was too much. Nobara had clung onto the piece of gossip like it was gospel. Jumping at the opportunity to tell the girl's only group chat that Yuji caught Megumi and you — of all people — going to second base. You could only imagine what Yuji was saying in the guy's group chat. You wanted to cry. No, you wanted to throw up. But most of all you wished it was at least true. You were an adult and the sexiest thing you'd done was have intense eye contact with a guy who didn't like you. Life surely had its way of humbling you.

Megumi started to treat you like you were the plague, which landed you in Gojo's office. Begging — no pleading to get sent on a mission. "Out of the country would be preferred," you beg him, about to get on your hands and knees to do it properly.

"Well I can't promise out of the country," he starts.

"Anything will do. Anything," you heave. He fights the smirk creeping on his face as he taps on his desk.

"I was just about to send Megumi to Okinawa…" he muses and you sigh in relief.

"That would be perfect," you tell him and he shoots you a grin.

"Perfect. I'll update the hotel reservation to include two beds." You pause for a second, confused as to what he meant.

"Two beds?" you ask, dumbfounded as your teacher stands up. You crane your neck to look up at him, following him out of the classroom now.

"Well for you and Megumi of course," he says like it was obvious. You stumble as you try to keep up with him, putting in all your effort to get ahead of him.

"No no no… I meant alone," you emphasize the alone part, your throat restricting at the fact you just included yourself in Megumi's mission when that's the last thing he'd want.

"No offense, I can't send you alone," he says simply. Offense was taken, but you continue following him regardless. "Plus, this will be a great learning experience for you. I think this is just what you need," he tells you, fluffing up your hair before disappearing down the hall.

-

"I thought I was going alone," Megumi choked out, standing beside you in Gojo's office.

"Change of plans, 'Gumi," Gojo put simply, chewing on the end of his pen. You squirmed beside him, wishing the ground would swallow you whole as Megumi went through the 5 stages of grief. Gojo watched the two of you in pure amusement, clearly privy to at least some of the rumors. If it wasn't for his infinity you swore you would reach across his desk and choke him out.

Megumi refused to look at you, finally coming to terms with the new mission update. "Ok," he finally accepted. "When are we leaving?"

"Same time. Tomorrow morning. Any other questions?"

Megumi shook his head and Gojo turned to you, awaiting your response.

"No sir," you barely got out.

"Perfect! Safe travels," he sing-songs, dismissing you with a simple wave of his hand.

You both quickly move to leave, bumping into one another in the process.

"You go first," Megumi says gruffly. You nod, opening the door to his office and turning right. You hear Megumi leave shortly after, choosing to turn left down the hallway instead.

- The mission was turning out to be miserable. Not because the curses were particularly difficult or the weather was bad. Quite the opposite, in fact. The sun was shining and the ocean breeze did its job at keeping you cool. It was also obvious that Megumi would have had no problem doing this mission alone, and the guilt ate you up inside. Not only were you basically dead weight, the nights you spent sleeping on the hotel room floor definitely begun to take its toll halfway through.

Of course the hotel had never gotten the updated room request, and the two of you had walked right into a one bedroom suite. Megumi wasted no time arguing with the front desk on the hotel phone and you sat awkwardly on the desk chair waiting for an update. After a couple of minutes Megumi ended the call by slamming the phone down. His hand shot up to run through his hair, clearly stressed. You did your best to ignore how his shirt lifted up in the process, exposing the defined abs he usually hid and instead started to set up a place for yourself on the floor.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked, watching you drag the comforter off the bed.

"Making my bed," you put simply.

He said your name like it vexxed him, "Don't be stupid, you're taking the bed."

"No I'm not," you put simply, walking up to where he sat on the bed to grab a pillow. He grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stop. "Megumi, I wasn't even supposed to be here. I'm taking the fucking floor," you said like it was final. He sighed, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath and leaning his head back. Clearly not in the mood to argue with you.

"Ok. Fine."

"Thank you," you grunted, finishing your makeshift bed.

-

It was three nights in and a near death experience from your lack of sleep that had Megumi damn near wrestling you into bed. You were no match for his strength especially due to your recent injuries from a curse that almost blew you up if not for Megumi saving you at the very last minute, but you fought him off regardless.

"Megumi get off," you hissed, trying to peel his arms off of your middle as he bear hugged you from behind.

"Lay down then," he grunted, fighting against your wriggling body. You put up quite the fight. Kicking and punching at him, trying anything to get out of his grasp and back to your shitty bed on the floor. If you weren't running on 4 collective hours of sleep you would have died from the close contact between the two of you. He pressed you against his hard abdomen, snaking his long legs around yours to keep you from kicking back at him. "Why are you acting like this?" He asked, his breath hot on your ear. Really, you could ask him the same question. Why the hell was he wasting his time wrestling you to bed?

"Cause this is all my fault," you whined, still trying to free yourself even though you knew it was futile. You could feel him trying to catch his breath now that he finally locked down all your limbs. His chest rising and falling steadily against your back. While he seemed weak you tried to free an arm from his grasp again, awkwardly trying to move it up and around. His own hand slipped, and he desperately reached out to grab it, trying to get you back under control. What neither of you expected was for him to grab your boob in the process. You both stilled, realizing what he did. He didn't waste another second though, reaching for your wrist and locking you back down. You let out a pathetic whine. "Megumi, get off!"

"Go to sleep," he huffed out, tightening his legs around you.

"Why do you even care?" You finally went limp in his arms, deciding to give up.

"Because you almost died, dumbass. You need sleep." He put it so simply you had to laugh, your sleep deprived brain still having difficulties processing just how serious the situation could have been if not for Megumi. It was infuriating, honestly. He was a natural born sorcerer. Skilled and steady and most importantly always expecting the unexpected. It was so frustrating. So so so frustrating. Your chest begins to heave and Megumi tightens around you again, as if he's expecting you to put up another fight. "What do you need to hear?" Megumi begins to plead.

"What the hell does that mean?" you rear up to start another argument.

"Do you need to hear that you scared the shit out of me today? That I could have swore I didn't save you in time. Is that it?" your brain was putty at this point and you blink once. Twice. Three times. You wriggle and Megumi graciously gives you room, allowing you to face him. You try to focus your eyes on his face, the plush feeling of the bed distracting you as your lids kept closing against your will. "Go to sleep," he all but whispered, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

-

You woke up to something tickling the back of your head and you instinctively reach around to smack it.

"Ow!" You heard, your eyes struggling to adjust to the dark as you grew more and more coherent. A warm hand on your stomach was the second thing you processed, before everything came crashing down to you.

"Megumi?" you ask and he pulls his arm back, as if he too just realized it was snaked around your waist.

You both sat up, staring at each other. The two of you still in your jujutsu uniforms. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness you could make out his face better, and you almost let out a whimper. His hair was down in his eyes, his cheeks rosy and skin coated in a light sheen of sweat. He looked like sex incarnate and you hated yourself. What happened before you fell asleep hits you like a bus and you realized you two were all but frolicking in bed together. Fully clothed but your mind didn't care. You were totally inexperienced with the opposite sex. Breathing in the same room with them felt like an intimate act at this point. What you and Megumi did was like your version of third base. He was breathing heavily too, staring at you with the same intensity you aimed at him but neither of you made a move. The room felt humid, your clothes felt restricting, and the pooling slick between your legs only heightened how sticky everything felt.

"Oh my god you touched my boob," you spill, unable to keep the memory to yourself as it came hurdling through your mind. Megumi turns white as a ghost at your words.

"I didn't mean to," he groans, dragging his hands through his hair.

"But you did!" you insist and he collapses against the pillow behind him. You sit up further, keeping your attention on him, secretly hoping that if you piss him off enough he'll kick you out of bed. Praying that it would finally relieve you of all the dirty thoughts running through your mind.

"I'm sorry," it comes out quick and it's probably your imagination but he doesn't look apologetic.

"You are?" you ask, a little too quickly.

"What are you getting at?"

"Would you do it again?" That's it. You've officially short circuited Megumi. His mouth drops open, tired eyes now wide open. His eyebrows damn near touching his hairline. You boldly grab his hand and to your surprise he doesn't fight you. Instead he lets you slowly guide it to your chest, eyelashes fluttering as soon as his palm touches your plush breast. You swallow, watching his face intently as you guide his fingers into squeezing it. He lets out a soft groan, taking over and massaging your chest at his own pace. Your nipples harden almost immediately and he doesn't think twice before giving it a little pinch. You moan lightly and he does it again, desperate to hear you make that sound again. Megumi plays with your chest for a while, like he's just happy you allowed him to touch you there. Both hands encapsulating your breast over your shirt. "Take if off," you tell him and he nods, eagerly unbuttoning it. Once it's off he stares at your bra, like he's too scared to ask but you reach around and unclasp it before he even has to. Your breasts hit the cool air and Megumi's tongue immediately reaches out. Licking and suckling on your chest as your head falls back. You're properly wet with his spit and you'd think any other guy would get bored of playing with your tits by now but Megumi is enjoying finding new ways to tease you. Licking and nipping all over as his fingers twiddle with your nipples. "Megumi," you begin, "I need more."

"Anything," he pulls back, like he's ready to give you whatever you ask for.

"I-I don't know what I want," you swallow and Megumi could have died right there. You were perfect for him. Untouched and yet so needy. He pauses for a moment before cupping your cheek and kissing you softly, just like he wanted to do in his bedroom all those nights ago. He leaves soft little pecks, buttering you up as his thumb trails down your throat. You hiccup and he kisses you deeper, his warm lips encompassing yours. He claims you with his mouth, growing desperate as you begin to grind against nothing. He continues to kiss you, his hands working to shimmy your skirt and underwear down your legs. You're left bare in front of him, while he's still fully clothed. You move to pull his shirt off and he helps you, peeling it off of him and throwing it somewhere off the bed. He sits up, guiding you to lay back as he leans over you. He goes back to kissing you, slow and torturous and you're about to say something but then his fingers find your folds and you moan into his mouth. He's meticulous, rubbing slow, sensual circles on your clit. Your hips lift off the bed, unable to hide how needy you were for him. His fingers begin to pick up speed as you whine into his mouth and the room echoes with the sound of his fingers on your wet pussy. You want to hide from embarrassment, appalled at how wet you are but Megumi groans like it's the hottest thing he's heard in his life. You feel the string in your stomach tensing and tightening and you know you're getting close to coming undone. "Meg, Meg," you whine, letting him know that you were close. He slows down, determined to make this last as his fingers find your entrance. He watches you intensely, one finger slowly plunging into you. You think this is the best thing you've ever felt, eyes rolling blissfully back, in awe at how far his finger can go compared to yours. He slowly pulls it out, sitting back to watch the slick that now coats his knuckle.

"Fuck," he breathes out. "You're so wet," he observes, sliding his finger back in just to slowly puuuuuulll it back out. "How far do you want to go?" he asks you, breathing heavily, like he's scared of scaring you.

"All the way," you tell him, savoring the finger that keeps dragging against your walls.

"What about Yuji," he says, watching you intensely.

"What about him? Megumi, you're knuckle deep in my pussy right now," you huff and his shoulders relax, like a heavy weight was just lifted off them. He buries his finger even deeper in you, knocking at your g-spot and you think you see stars. "R-Right there," you plead, toes curling as his other hand comes up to rub your clit. "I won't last like this," you warn him, unable to fight a heady moan from leaving your lips. After a few more torturous seconds he pulls his finger out, plopping it into his mouth and sucking on it before undoing his pants.

You did not expect the monster he pulls out. Impossibly long length slapping against his toned stomach and your mouth dries. As if he senses your hesitancy, he offers to go back to what he was doing. You shake your head, begging him to keep going.

He settles between your thighs, stroking his dick slowly, gathering some of your juices to slather on his length. "Tell me if it's too much, okay?" he whispers and you nod, bracing for his cock. He lines it up against your entrance, tip pushing past the initial ring of resistance. You feel full just from this, sucking in a deep breath as he slowly inches his way further and further into you. It's not until he's nestled deep inside of you that you let out the breath you've been holding. Megumi squeezes your hips, like the process was difficult for him too. "Am I good to move?" he asks and you shake your head, needing to adjust to him inside of you. He obeys, staying perfectly still despite everything inside of him screaming to feel the drag of your walls. You clench around him and he bows forward, collecting himself as you keep squeezing and releasing him. "Stop doing that," he begs, trying his best to behave.

"I can't help it," you whimper, your walls twitching every so often, adjusting to the feeling of being so full. "You can move now," you tell him and he lets out a shaky breath. He moves slowly, pulling all the way out before sliding back in. He does this for a while, teasing the both of you with a painfully slow pace until you get impatient. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him back into you roughly, causing you both to moan at the roughness. Megumi learns quickly, picking up speed until he's pounding into you, causing your chest to jiggle with each snap of his hips.

He grabs your legs, pulling them up and together, slipping in and out of you with fervor. The room is heavy with your breaths and you didn't think it could get any hotter until Megumi starts dirty talking. Your eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets from his rough voice.

"Thank fuck Yuji fumbled you," he says, not breaking his rhythm. "He'd have no idea what to do with this pussy anyways." He watches as his dick goes in and out of you, collecting more juices with each heady drag. "D'you wish he was fucking you right now?" he asks, snapping into you meanly at the mere thought.

"N-No," you shake your head. Honestly, Yuji was the last thing on your mind but if that meant you got to have hot, jealous sex with Megumi you'd gladly do or say whatever it took to see this side of him.

"Promise?"

"I promise," you cry as his fingers come down to reach your clit, rubbing mean circles to bring you closer to your finish.

"Say this pussy s'mine" he spit, dick twitching as he grew dangerously close to finishing himself.

"It's yours, Megumi," you moan, the string inside you seconds away from snapping.

"Fuck!" he cursed out, the both of you coming undone at the same time. He pulled out, finishing on your stomach as writhed and squirmed, riding out your high.

୨୧  ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji apologizes all the time. soft, repeated “sorry”s into your shoulder. mostly for things that aren’t even his fault… things you don’t fully understand, but comfort him nontheless.

୨୧  ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji doesn't sleep very well, or very often. waking up in the middle of the night from vivid dreams of the past . . . but he relaxes everytime he wakes up to you by his side.

୨୧  ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji whose a retired puppy at heart. he’s still soft at his core, just… a bit slower now. he gets weirdly proud over small achievements: 　“i fixed it!”　“told you i could make it better!” 　and he looks at you like he’s waiting for that soft praise.

on top of that, yuuji isn’t fond of loud environments anymore. though he now refers quiet places, late night walks, soft music in the background . . . the small things that ease the soul.

୨୧  ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji will get random bursts of energy out of nowhere. you could be eased up on the couch, and suddenly he’s trying to wrestle you or pulling you off. 　“c’mon, get up.” 　“for what yuyu???”　 “i dunno yet!”

yuuji also loves to pick you up randomly , showing off his strength — simply laughing his ass off as you beg him to put you back down.

୨୧  ៸៸ boyfriend yuuji whose still yuuji . . . just more yuuji than ever.

જ⁀➴ Satoru Gojo .ᐟ 💭

જ⁀➴ Kento Nanami .ᐟ 💭

જ⁀➴ Yuji Itadori .ᐟ 💭

જ⁀➴ Megumi Fushiguro .ᐟ 💭

જ⁀➴ Toji Fushiguro .ᐟ 💭

જ⁀➴ Ryomen Sukuna .ᐟ 💭

it can’t be?

you’d never forget that voice. even if you tried.

in the middle of the produce section, there he was. standing right beside you.

your ex.

big dark brown eyes, started into yours. with so much emotion, he stared at you with passion,with guilt, and part of him felt ashamed, for leaving you for two whole years.

just looking at him made your heart ache.

how could he just show up randomly? not a word you heard from him after he left you. lying there all alone. no letter, no note, not even a text. he just left. woke up and he was gone

he’d always come back- but this time he didn’t.

you never saw his face again.

you felt used, pathetic even, because a part of you wanted him to come back.

he spoke out again. “are you okay? y’look like you’ve seen a ghost.” he chuckled awkwardly.

he hadn’t changed one bit.

you sighed, facing him directly, “yeah i’m staring at one right now.” you muttered, you wanted to sound mad, but instead you sounded pathetic. why does he have such effect on you? even after being away for so long.

his very large hands land gently on your shoulders. “very funny sweets. aren’t you happy to see me- i came back for you.”

you feel your heart sink even deeper. he came back for you?

…you couldn’t possibly believe that right? i mean, after everything he put you through.?

unfortunately. you do believe him. you somehow believe he still loves you, and maybe you still love him too. whether you decide to admit it or not.

you do love him. very much

so much in-fact if you weren’t fighting it. you’d jump right into those strong arms that once held you.

you swat his arms away. “do you hear yourself? you left me there.” your voice breaks “without a single word. you disappeared. for two years yuji, and you think i’m happy to see you?”

“sweets, cmon don’t-“ you cut him off. “no you don’t get to call me that, i don’t belong to you anymore. i moved on- you don’t get to just show up and act like everything’s okay.” you don’t even realize you’ve raised your voice.

he felt his heart drop. he really made you feel this way?

“if you aren’t mine” he walks closer to you “anymore. why are you still wearing this.?” his long finger trails up to you neck, talking hold of the thin gold chain, tracing all way down to the small cupcake pendent you had sitting on your chest, inches away from your cleavage.

your breath hitched, you open your mouth to say something. but nothing comes out.

“i haven’t stopped thinking about you. from the moment i wake up, to the moment i shut my eyes, you don’t think it hurts me. to know i left you there lying all alone- after i took advantage of you, it kills me. eats me alive every single day, hurts me just as much as it hurts you.” he sighs. his hands trailing down to your waist.

“i regret ever leaving you sweets, it haunts me.” he buries his head into your neck, inhaling your scent, “god, baby i missed you” he murmurs into your neck, squeezing your hips. “please forgive me. i beg, you’re stuck in my head”

tears fall down your face, your arms wrap around him, clutching onto his jacket, salty tears soaking it. “i really missed you yu, i really did. i waited for you. and you just-“ you cry out.

“i know baby, i know, but im here now. and ‘m not going anywhere” he coos, pulling you closer,

“let’s go home yeah?” he says kissing atop of your head

you forgive him.

i mean how can you not?

and by ‘home’ he meant yours

your tangled in his arms, resting your head on his bare chest. the first night he slept there- you immediately fell asleep, the warmth and comfort you’d been yearning for finally returned.

not for long, yuji would sleep with you every night.- yes, but then he’d disappear for most of the day, only being able to see him late at night.

he needed a place to lay low for awhile. since they found his apartment.

though there is a big problem

he’s not the only one who’s missed you.

his dick missed you more than anything. he hasn’t even looked at another woman-let alone been with one since.

he didn’t want to make it seem like he just came to take advantage of you- and then just live under your walls that is not the case,

but….yuji might not last, i don’t think he can take another day waking up-going to bed rock hard

god, he couldn’t get you out of his head. your voice your scent, your hair, your face, your body. the way you swayed your hips, you were making him lose his mind with every little thing you did. at the end of the day he was human, well partly

little did he know…

you felt the exact same way. he was driving you crazy.

he’d always sleep shirtless. it was just something he’s just always done.

but this time if felt different. like the other night. yuji was brushing his teeth in your bathroom.

shirtless, back muscles flexing in the moonlight, his pretty pecs on display. his pants hung low on his hips, showing a very defined v line. god, your were practically foaming at the mouth,.

you were laying in bed, thighs pressed together, yuji had you all hot and bothered just from simply brushing his teeth.

wow? since when were you so worked up like this?

well in the last year and a half, you haven’t exactly gotten laid.

yuji was always very possessive over you. making sure no one else but him, kept eyes on you. and i guess you still felt owned by him,

no…it’s because part of you knew he was going to come back to you. he was right, deep in your heart you know,

you do belong to him. you even kept this necklace,

for some odd reason, you couldn’t sleep tonight

your mind won’t turn off.

your fingers fiddled with the little pendant dangling from your neck, you were laying beside him, his strong arms wrapped around you, caging you in.

you shift, the warmth from yuji’s body making you hot, you gently lift the blankets from your body. you take sight of yuji beside you-

he looked beautiful. pretty tanned skin glowing within the moonlight. you placed a soft peck on his cheek.

he shifts in his sleep, eyes opening gently “hey” he says softly, a smile perking on his lips, “hi” you whisper, caressing his cheek. “c’mere.” he says, sitting up against the-headboard. you also sit upright, straddling his thighs, his large hands rest on your lower back, pulling you in for a kiss.

“missed this.” he murmurs against your lips, tongue exploring your mouth, “missed you” he sucks on the sweet spot on your neck. your hands find his hair. tugging him closer. “woke up wanting you sweets” he nearly whined.

“you’re okay with this right?” he reassured, making sure you’re okay, you blurt out a whiny ‘yes’

all he needed to hear.

his mouth trails lower. stopping right at the lace outline of your thin tank top, dragging it down, exposing your right breast, his mouth latches on, his tongue circles around it, his other hand squeezing your left breast roughly, twisting it with his thumb, “mmmh” he groans into your chest “i missed-these tits baby.” a wave of pleasure shoots through your body, the overwhelming pleasure spreading right to your core. “please yuji! i need you” growing impatient, you grind against him “want you inside”

no matter how hard he was, he’d never put his needs over yours “not yet sweetheart, gotta stretch you out first.” he says, flipping you over, now you were beneath him, his big tall body hovering over you. his hands grab your hips, he tugs your pj shorts off- exposing your pretty lace panties. “fuck you’re soaked baby.” he traces the outline of your lips, your underwear was drenched. to point you could see the outline of your anatomy, leaving little to the imagination, he gently tugged down your wet panties, throwing them somewhere in your bedroom,

“you’re so pretty” he licks a stripe up your slit, making you moan. “ahh!” you pull on his pink locks. “sensitive baby?” he mumbled against your cunt, mouth latching on your clit, sucking roughly, he shoves his middle finger into your hole, curling it just right, your pussy squelched around his finger. his cock twitched at the sight.

change of thought, he actually cannot wait

he needs to be inside of you now. “fuck this” he whispers, roughly grabbing your thighs, pulling you right against him.

manhandling you.

“yuji? what are you doing- ah!” his cock slides in you, stretching you out whole, cock twitching inside you, “sorry sweets ‘couldn’t wait any longer.” he turns you around- your ass now facing him. he slams his cock into your cunt, balls slapping against your ass. “aw! yuji be gentle” you whined. “f-fuck. can’t you feel too good” he slams your hips roughly against him, his grip was ruthless. “missed this perfect pussy” he slaps your ass, the sting going straight to your core.

you were definitely going to bruise

he kept slamming into you relentlessly, pulling on your hair, his rhythm was devastating, tip brushing your cervix with each thrust. hitting your g-spot. making you scream out his name. your nails dug into the sheets, knuckles white. you clenched around him, your tight gummy walls sucking him right in, you’re close.

he grunts, cock twitching inside of you, jesus. you’re squeezing him. he grunts in your ear. “you’re so tight- fuck” his hips stutter, by his movements you could tell he’s also close. “I’m gonna cum-“ he rasped,

“come inside me yu!”

thick ropes of cum spill into you, coating your insides white, you moan at the feeling, clenching around him as you reach own peak.

yuji’s grip finally loosens, he picks you up, your tired legs lazily wrap around his toned waist. “shall we take a bath?” he suggests. “yes!” you kiss his cheek. he gently carried to the bathroom,

setting you on the counter. he spoke out. “ ‘m gonna go get us some clothes” he mumbled, disappearing into the dark bedroom lighting.

you swung your dangling feet, hitting the lower cabinets.

for some reason….you felt ashamed. you had this weird feeling sitting atop of your chest, like something was weighing it down. it’s not like you did anything wrong to feel this way?

or did you? was letting him in like this a mistake? letting him stay in your home, letting him eat your food, letting him in.

you let him in. again,

letting him bathe you.

“hey? baby? is everything alright?” yuji says softly, gently lifting you from the counter, “you know you can tell me anything sweetie” he coos

you hesitate for a second, trying to come up with some kind of lie- “it’s nothing yu! i’m fine. just a little tired” you reassured him. your voice was light and calm, he nods, placing you down in the bath. “okay baby. just know i’m here now, i can listen.”

your heart flutters, you know he’s trying to be better, trying to be there for you. a part of you feels that maybe it was the right decision to let him in again?

he kisses the top of your hair, “i love you.”

that’s the first time he’s said it since then.

“i-i love you too.” you stammer, pulling him into a hug, he immediately melts, pulling you flush against his broad chest. “let me take care of you sweetheart. you need me, i wanna be there for you this time” he pulled away to look at you, his eyes glisten with love and care, he made you feel like you were the most precious thing, he knew you were insecure about your looks,- but everyone else saw your beauty, you just couldn’t see it, but he could.

his hand cupped your cheek, “you’re so beautiful. y’know that?” tears drop down your face, “don’t cry honey.” he wipes away all your tears, thumb caressing your face.

“yuji” you murmur softly, “can we talk…about us?” he nods, his face softening, “yeah. there’s a lot we need to talk about.”

“there’s a lot of things i need to explain to you.”

❥

yuji spends the whole night explaining to you why he had to leave you, he tells you about the aliens- telling you he can’t age, which made him stay away.

it all makes sense now. why he had to do what he did, he’s trying to save the world, even if that meant leaving you

all alone. without a word.

yuji wasn’t a selfish person, not in anyway. but this time he decided it was time to stop being selfless- and he came back-for you.

you wake up, your body’s sore,- from last night. what a great reminder. you immediately realize yuji isn’t lying beside you,

your heart sinks.

did he leave you again.?

you sit upright, you quickly peeled the blankets off, hurriedly walking out your bedroom.

your heart drops again.

but this time in relief. you spot yuji in your kitchen, cooking breakfast for the both of you. you nearly break down in tears.

he really is changing.

you walk up to him, your feet patting against the cool wood tiles, you wrap your arms around his waist. the smell of bacon filling your nostrils, back facing you, he side eyes you “good mornin’” he smiles, plating your eggs and bacon.

you were somewhat happy, you could get used to this.

weeks go by, you got used to the routine, you either saw all of him, or you saw nothing, no in between.

most days, yuji left very early in the morning, pecking your forehead right before he left, sometimes he’d make the time to have breakfast- or lay in bed an extra 5 minutes. just to feel your soft plush body against his hard one,

and today was one of those days.

yuji was here. shaving cream sprawled all over his pretty face, he gently gilded the razor against his skin, guiding it throughout his lower jaw, getting every little stray hair.

though there is something off.

you’re late.

your period is two weeks late?

well you and yuji have been having sex….unprotected

there’s no other explanation.

yuji finishs up in the bathroom, washing the last of the shaving cream of his face, he walks out with one of your pink micro fiber towels slung over his shoulder.

you enter the bathroom. shutting the door, hurriedly opening the cabinet- you were looking for the test your mother had gave you.

you know… in case of emergencies. and right now was an emergency, you rip the test out of the package, sitting on the toilet seat, you pee on the test, your body trembled with fear and anxiety, after five minutes the results came.

“hey baby? you okay in there i’m about to head ou-“

the test read positive. two pink lines.

your hand trembles. the test falls from your grasp.

yuji immediately opens the door, popping the screws out of there sockets. “baby?” he calls out.

. “yuji….i’m pregnant.”

best friend yuji who you love. you've always known you love him. you've loved him for a long time. but you just didn't wanna tell him. how can you tell your best friend you're in love with him? how can you tell him that at 3 years old, you saw his chubby pink cheeks and his gummy smile and fell in love with him? best friend yuji who is now with you in college. he's still captain of the football team but he's bigger now, more muscular and taller. he towers over everyone and could easily pick you up with one arm. he's more handsome now too, his jawline sharp, his expression matured and yet, he still looks at you like you're his whole world, with his soft eyes that make you melt and your face red. "are you okay?" yuji asks as he tries to examine your red face. "i'm fine, yu" you quickly hide your face away. "it's just super hot." "but it's autumn?" yuji says, dumbfounded. best friend yuji who is so oblivious. he doesn't know why so many girls keep inviting him over, saying they want to have some 'fun'. he just thinks they want to hang out but he doesn't know them so he politely rejects them with a smile, while you stand there, feeling jealously pour into you. "do you really not know what they're asking for, yu?" you ask, fed up watching girls flock over yuji, your best friend. "hm? no not really" he pouts at your tone. "you're so oblivious, yu" you sigh. "i'm not!" he defends, slinging an arm around your shoulder as you guys walk. if you weren't then you'd know i like you, yu.