Gwynfahr - Zayne’s Wife

This is the truth, all of those moods pass through me, never in the same order

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Toji, Gojo, Megumi (choose one, i dont mind) realize spanking isnt doing much for a punishment anymore (youre enjoying it too much) so they come up with other ideas

ex. watching you get fucked by a fuck machine in a mirror while u cum over n over begging for the real thing, seeing how many sex toys you can get away with wearing in public, switching between making you cum over n over to not letting you cum every hour or something ALL NIGHT, etc

BRAT - JJK MEN

warnings: smut, overstimulation, semi-public sex, edging, ice cube play, cunnilingus, slapping, pussy slapping, degradation, spanking, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, dumbification, sub-space, dom/sub dynamics, humiliation, bondage, bdsm, handcuffing, use of vibrator, throat bump, tummy bump (idk how it's called), bratty reader, objectification, jealousy, mirror sex, breeding, unprotected sex, penis in vagina, there's more warnings but idk.

Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro & Sukuna.

Gojo Satoru

He first realized spanking you as a punishment isn’t working when your bratty remarks started becoming more usual after 3 or 4 spanks, you moaned at the feeling and teased him even more for him to do it again. 

To say he’s angry at this is an understatement, because he hates brats. Hates not having control, and your behavior being the last drop of breaking was all he needed to give you a real punishment.

You thought he was being mean? Oh no, he was being nice right now.

You pull on his white locks and the only answer you receive is a disapproval grunt from him. You sob, so overwhelmed and tired, but you can't deny how good his tongue feels on your naked core.

The feeling of his tongue abusing your overstimulated hole had you feeling dizzy, but the vibratory he had on his hand teasing your swollen nub made the pleasure more unbearable than before. 

He already got two orgasms out of you, one with his fingers patting gently your sweet spot and the other by sucking avidly on your clit while he fingered you and used the vibratory to tease your other hole. You don't remember which one came first and maybe they both happened at the same time. You don't really know.

And the worst thing of all? You were in a public space. 

You never noticed he brought a vibrator, it's like he knew you were looking for this, for a punishment, but he also knows you don’t see spanking as a punishment anymore, so he had a change of plans.

You were a little bit too flirty with Nanami tonight, he couldn’t take it, so when he saw you going to the restroom he didn’t care it seemed so obvious, he followed you behind.

Your pleas for him to stop went to deaf ears, not taking care in the world and not having any hint of stopping this.

You already had your makeup messed up, you’re sure about that, tears coming out your eyes, smudged lipstick, messy hair, he made sure for everyone to know he fucked the soul out of you. Making visible hickeys on your neck, he wanted to humiliate you.

And if like that wasn’t enough, once he finished he left the vibratory inside of you, so when the both of you walked out, not only everyone knew you two fucked at the restroom, but they’ll know you’re struggling to even talk or walk.

“Ah-ah, you acted like a bitch, i’ll treat you like one.”

Geto Suguru

This man is RUTHLESS. He would tie up your arms and legs on the bed so you can’t move. Using an ice cube toy tease your body, saying is “what you deserve for being too fucking horny all the time” 

The vibrator inside of you wouldn’t stop at any moment, making you come with no break, his tongue playing with your nipples, licking your tummy while going down on you till he found your clit. Grabbing another ice cube and tracing near your cunt.

He would spit on you or slap your pussy every time you told him to stop, making you even a messier moaning mess. His words would be hard too, not accepting any type of bratty behavior coming out of you, it’s what you earned.

He was angry, he couldn’t contain watching you dance with another man, knowing he was right there. You aren’t anything serious, yet, but he makes sure for everyone to know you’re his.

You felt dizzy, coming into subspace once he finished giving you your last orgasm of the night. Needing some time more to adapt to your surroundings. He made sure to cum in your stomach once he felt he couldn’t contain it anymore, and that’s when he knew he had to stop.

Because this man has self-control, he wanted to prove a point and he made sure of doing it. Treating you like a slut. Fucking you like a slut.  You’re no one’s slut but his.

Toji Fushiguro

He’s the opposite of Geto, he’ll make sure to have all the pleasure for himself and just him.

You were about to cum? too bad, because he’s the one coming, not you. He would even edge himself just to make sure you don’t come. Using you like a fucking toy in front of his mirror, pinching your nipples and biting your shoulders.

Your pussy would be so full of him you could even feel a small bump in your tummy, filling you up with his cum, the slickness of it making it easier for him to thrust into you.

Every time he touched your g-spot with his cock, you were almost screaming, begging for release. Every time you close your eyes he would grab you by the chin, threaten to not let you cum for 30 minutes more if you close them again.

Wetting his fingers with your liquids and mostly his cum just to insert them in your mouth. “You want to feel that too, huh? You want to taste yourself too?”

Nodding your head like you could, trying to say yes but every time you opened up your mouth a moan came out of it, just being able to call his name and little ‘please’

But he just laughed at how fucked up you look right now, continuing thrusting into you, one of his arms wrapping around your waist while the other one grabs you by your throat, making sure you’re looking at the two of you in the mirror.

Depending on how good you behave, he’ll decide if he’ll let you cum or not. You might spend the whole night without coming until the next time both of you have sex, thrusting you to make this punishment again if you cum without him.

Megumi Fushiguro (My man, my husband, my boyfriend)

He wouldn’t show he was angry at you, noticing you were enjoying the slaps on your ass, he just suddenly stopped. Analyzing what he should do.

Your smirk disappeared once you heard the silence, not feeling his hands on your ass. Looking through your shoulder, you found a blank face megumi looking at you

You were laying down on his lap and the couch, your ass displayed for him while he manhandled you. You were about to ask what’s wrong until he pulled you by the hair looking at your face before he switched positions, you’re now sitting on his lap.

With his cursed energy, some snakes came from the shadows and made sure he grabbed you by the wrists, putting them on your back so the snakes could simulate a handcuff.

Megumi is a silent man.

But this silence felt really different from the others, his dark blue orbs seemed almost black, his gaze showing no emotion other than seriousness.

He grabbed you by the armpits and positioned you on the floor, kneeled in front of him, while you watched him unbuckle his pants.

Lowering down enough his pants and boxers so his cock was displayed, pinkish tip with a small pearl coming out of his tip, a vein coming from the base on the left side, and slightly curved.

“Open your dirty mouth slut.” 

You did as he said, and he wasted no time in inserting his cock inside of you, giving you and your poor throat no time to adjust while he bobbed your head.

Your nose touching his pelvic bone, his free hand traveled down your face until he felt your throat, a small bump appearing and disappearing each time he thrusted inside of you.

A smirk appeared on his face while he groaned and left small whimpers at the pleasure of using you like a cum dump.

He has a lot of stamina, he doesn’t give up for nothing, not on a fight, not on smacking your bratty face out of your sight.

He felt that tingly feeling on his stomach, ready to cum, with just some more thrusts he dumped strips of cum inside your mouth.

You coughed a little, sore throat, trying to regain your posture when his cock left your mouth, it was still rock hard.

“Don’t have big hopes i’m going to fuck your pussy, i’ll continue fucking your mouth till you can’t even speak.”

Sukuna.

He has you sitting on his lap while he’s on his throne. Different mouths coming out of his body, one on his pelvic bone playing with your nub while he bounces you on both of his cocks. Feeling so full of him, you swear you couldn’t even talk, moans and whimpers only coming out of you.

His head was resting in one of his hands, while two of them were gripping your tits with a mouth on them while they sucked your nipples.

“You fucking brat.”

He would sometimes groan everytime your cunt clenched around his cock, or when he felt one of your holes a little bit too tight.

He had you cumming for him for 5 times now, not stopping his movements any time soon, bouncing you up and down on his cocks while he admired your body and face.

Tears staining your blushed cheeks, sweat covering your whole body, purple marks adorning your body and a bite on your shoulder from the first time he came.  Your sore and sensitive nipples bouncing in front of him, little begs and pleads coming out of you.

And all because you didn’t want to take your punishment like a good girl and challenged him with your bratty behavior.

You looked fucked up, not any kind of thinking behind your eyes, not even words to say, you were completely defenseless, used like a toy.

“If only you behaved like a good girl I would treat you like one. But right now you’re just my little whore to play with. I can stay here all night watching you lose your sanity and body control to me.”

Damn that's some good smut and oh my god she's so perfect

happy new year! i have had serious burnout for 50+ days because 2022 was a horrible time for me mentally (esp those last two months.)

anyway, thanks for 1k!!! here’s the birthday girl maki zenin fucking you for well over 1.5k words! (+ soft aftercare) 🎊

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.

cw: lesbian tings, strap-ons, overstimulation, size kink, squirting, begging, maki is called “mommy” and “mistress”, crying, praise kink.

“maki, ‘t won’t fit—”

god - you sound so utterly broken, tears pricking the corner of you eyes as you watches the head of maki’s strap nudge your pussy’s entrance. it’s the thick kind - a bit bigger than the ones you’ve taken before.

her pretty lips are curved up into a delightful and utterly sadistic smile, dark green hair stuck to her face - you’d think her an angel if she wasn’t being so utterly sinful.

her scarred muscles lock you down under her - voice lilting into soft compliments that you can barely understand. your brain is effectively mush.

“t-too big ‘ki!”

“doing so good for me, baby. you can take it, can’t you? can you be a good girl for your mistress? don’t i always know what my baby can take, hm?” she’s smiling and watches you with half-lidded eyes; predator-like.

“yes, b’t…” you whimper out a cry.

“sshhh. don’t use that pretty brain to think. just let me in.”

lust and need burning into her every vein - she watches the rubbery cock slide between your core’s chubby lips, lines of slick rolling up and down as she grinds it over your clit.

fuck - a growl barely holds itself back from her throat as she takes it in - the sweetest, prettiest cunt - a tight hole made just for her to use and stretch.

you’re so good and pliant - simultaneously begging maki to let out all of her bottled rage and pain into you but m e w l i n g at the overstimulation of when she actually does - lips babbling and begging her not to out of instinct because it’s too good, and she’s so strong.

maki’d never actually do anything bad to you - she’s not her family - she’d stop the second you really wanted - the second your special word passed your lip. she knows it. you both know it.

but god does she love this little game of pretend.

-

“c’mon…” the swollen tip of the strapped toy edges ever so slightly onto your entrance and it’s enough to make a pathetic noise ascend through your throat.

“you can do it for me, princess… we can make it fit. just open up for me.”

you’re squirming and shivering; clit swollen and fingertips digging into her shoulders and back with utter desperation because you -

“can’t! maki - i can’t - ‘t buuurrnss.” it’s a disgustingly desperate sob as the head of the cock slips into your plump, sobbing lower lips. it really does burn - a stretch that is tightening knots in your stomach.

“oh baby, are you crying? and your little pussy is too..”

“n-no!” you lie, squelching pussy drooling.

“yes it is, angel. listen to how wet that it is for your mistress and you haven’t even taken the first inch…” her steady, loving voice teases and your face is flushed with an equally burning sense of embarrassment, unable to do anything but feel the aching stretch of the artificial cock as it burrows just another inch deeper.

and another. and another. and another - holy hell you’re so wet you barely feel it anymore - inching into you, little by little pushing past your glistening folds until the fat head of maki’s cock nudges against the deepest, most sensitive spot in your walls.

by the time a third of the big toy has bullied its way into you, maki’s slender hands have gone from fondling your breast to massaging your hips, gentle kisses on your face and neck as her green bangs fall forward and tickle your skin.

you look absolutely ruined and she can’t get enough of it.

“maki~”

“kiss mommy’s lips so she can sink into you nice and deep, baby.” she whispers, tone sweet and calm as if she’s not splitting you open with so much pressure against your chubby little cunt you feel she might rip you in two.

her lips slot against yours - her svelte hips lowering halfway into you as she swallows your broken moans. she takes sadistic delight in how you just can’t. stop. fucking. whining. the second her mouth pulls away.

“m-maki, wait—” “‘s so deep, maki —too gooood,” “c-can’t mistress, jus’ can’t—” “m-maki, maki—oh,”

“no- mistress, can’t- mistress!“ your marked throat chokes on a moan, trying to grab onto your pretty domme’s biceps in a wordless plea to slow down because you can’t handle it.

maki forces the rest into you like an animal, fucking down into your sopping pussy as those wet gasps and pretty sobs ring in her ears. 

finally feeling full seems to flip a switch inside you, aided and abetted by your girlfriend’s sweet praises.

“you can take it. you did it, see! you did so good taking it all for me. such a good girl. doesn’t it feel so good, sweetheart? being stretched just how you like, hmm?”

she says, soothing her hands over your stomach to reassure you that she’s still there - hazel eyes mesmerized by the subtle bulge of the outline of the cock.

“you have the most perfect stretched little pussy, angel.” thin fingers press on the little bulge and you erupt.

“momMY!” you WAIL, torn between the throbbing pain in your tummy and the pleasure that wracks your body. you want to convulse and jolt but you can’t.

“i g’tta move, mommy!”

cursed with such enhanced strength maki’s taken to fully pinning you down - body unmoving - buried completely inside your cunt. you make a noise of utter shame as the thick head kisses your g-spot, wet juices pouring around it with an audible squelch.

this always happens and maki can’t help but let out a light giggle.

even during prep you’re so overwhelmed - squirming away until whatever cock or toy or pair of fingers she has inside you pops free from your spongy walls and you're left spasming and clenching around nothing.

“you’re so cute, baby.” she punctuates the affirmation with a kiss too your pouting lips. “but mommy’s not going to let you escape this time - not after all that effort getting it inside - you know better than that.~”

legs far too restricted to kick her away and hands attached to her shoulder like claws, you just have to feel.

and you feel like you’re floating.

she rolls her hips slowly, listening to the filthy ‘shlick, shlick, shlick’ that your poor pussy makes whenever she slides in and out and the desperate shuffle of strap fabric against the skin of your hipbones. your inner thighs are trembling, skin glossy with wetness and clit standing out between his lips, flushed and neglected.

the dam inside you feels like it’s going to burst with every passing second - maki’s pace may be slow and full of praise but it is brutal inside your pussy pressing and pressing and pressing - god why can’t she stop!

“fuuuck!” “mommy, wait- m’gonna pe e-“ “please , mommy, mistresssss” “haah maki - maki lemme move!!” “don’ wanna stop but jus’- aahn!” “w-want a second - just a second or i’ll - mistress please! don’wanna pee myself!”

your folds deliciously flutter as maki watches herself slide in and out of your hole.

“just let it happen, my angel.” her thumbs goes over your poor, twitching clit and you cry out at the drag of the thick cock in combination with the stimulation of the naked bud. wetness spurts and sprays across her chiseled abdomen but your fucked-out mind doesn’t notice the mess you’ve made between your thighs until maki pulls out and something wet splashes against your stomach.

and it happens again and again and again.

-

you sob and sob, still shaking while she stands and undoes straps that tied her to the rubber extension. she sits by you, golden eyes filled with softness and adoration as she rubs your face and massages your thighs.

all signs of the mistress who was greedy for your overstimulation are completely gone. what remains is your girlfriend - ever concerned and constantly proud.

“hey. hey, look at me.” she gives a smile. “you did so good for me, babe. did i go too far? was it really too much?”

you mumble, shaking your head as you squeeze whatever clean parts of the bed you can find. she chuckles - god, it’s nice to hear her laugh at something that isn’t painful or dominant.

“can’t quite hear you with your face in the pillow like that, sweetheart.” her fingers lead your chin so you meet her gaze. there are still the remnants of fat tears down your cheeks.

“wasn’t too much… i made a big mess.” your face heats up in partial embarrassment (and also because she’s mind-boggling pretty, even scratched and sweaty).

“ i can get more bed sheets. can’t get another you, babe. you just relax.” maki smiles and pulls you into her embrace.

“it was great, baby. it’s a good mess. i’m so proud you squirted for me. you took it all so well - didn’t even need to say our word.”

“yeah?” you poke your head up more, heart fluttering because the greatest woman alive is proud of you.

“yeah. you don’t even have to speak. let’s just get you cleaned up.”

“can’t feel m’legs.”

“i know.” she lets out a light laugh and just as soon as the sound leaves her lips, you’re cradled into her arms like a bride, head hidden in her breasts. you mumble again, more audibly this time.

“did i help you feel better?”

she pauses and your name stutters out of her lips - fuck, you’re so considerate. taking all of that just so she could feel a bit of stress relief from a usually cruel, uncaring world. with practically no effort, she readjusts you so her eyes meet your teary ones.

“oh, princess. i feel better than ever. you were so amazing. next time you can use me for stress relief instead, okay?”

that stirs you into instantly heating up again as she walks both of your beautiful, naked bodies to the shower.

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geto who's way bigger than you. just imagine sitting on his lap while he hugs you. he might kiss you in the hair or make you ride him until you're dripping all over his pants <3

TOO SMALL TO TAKE IT ALL, HUH?

𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 — 夏油傑

🔞 smut / n.sfw / 18+ content

NOTE: did I just read Geto Suguru with a size kink or do I need to get my eyes checked out again 🥴 anyways hehe my dearest mama pieck in my inbox good to see u angel 💗

WARNINGS — fem reader, size kink, implied clothed sex, implied unprotected sex + creampie, hair pulling, light roughplay, teasing/playfulness, dirty talk, slight dom/sub dynamic (?), nicknames (daddy, good girl, baby, etc), lmk if i have missed a warning thank u lovelies

That’s the first thing he noticed about you – you and him, the sheer size difference. It made his eyes light up, it made him smirk. He immediately compared his body size to yours and relished in the fact even your shadow was smaller.

Satoru had introduced the two of you to each other years ago during one especially hot summer. You’d coincidentally stayed at the same hotel in Okinawa for the holidays. Geto Suguru very unashamedly chuckled when you looked up at him, noticing how your eyes skimmed the strip of his physique that showed through his Hawaiian shirt. One of the first things he said to you was “You’re so small” as a playful, cheeky little remark.

And it wasn’t the last time he said it. That was a very common phrase to come out of him. He loved making you very aware of how much bigger he was than you.

Never mind the obvious height difference, he was just bigger than you in every aspect. Hands, feet, forearms, chest, torso, shoulders. So often in the early stages of your relationship, he would put his hand out and splay his fingers so that you’d bring your own hand up to compare, showing off his finger length by curling them over yours, with a suggestive smirk too. At some point he made the very expected dirty joke, “Bet you’d prefer mine over yours, huh? Yeah. I could reach much deeper.”

The size difference between you and him was on his mind whenever he hugged you. He made sure that you felt the tones of his torso pressing tight against your chest.

And it was killing him inside whenever you perched yourself on his lap. You felt his muscular thighs supporting your weight.

Pair those together – hugging him while on his lap? He was conscious of every part of your body that pressed against him, as were you; how could you ignore the press of his biceps against your sides? No one could.

His pants started tightening when he mentally compared every aspect of your body and his body. Your hand and his hand, your shoulders and his shoulders, your leg length and his leg length. You wouldn’t expect nasty thoughts to be circling his mind when he’s pressing such innocent kisses into your hair. But he’s thinking of pulling on that pretty hair, making you squirm on his cozy, comfy, big lap while he stuffs his cock inside your tiny hole.

He sweet talks you while palming and kneading your ass, feeling the supple skin bounce and jiggle makes him giddy.

 Geto was a giant, but a gentle giant. Well, mostly gentle – gentle when he wasn’t thrusting up into you.

He fucked you like a real show-off, ‘cause Geto wanted to make your pussy remember his size. Splitting you open and stretching you out always earned a wolfy grin from his lips. “Feel that? ‘so deep I’m in your tummy, baby. If I cum inside I’m sure not a single drop will spill out.” He coos into your ear, firm grip unmoving from your hips.

The curve of his cock had you seeing stars, it made your body so weak – he liked that. He liked that he had the ability to make your body practically melt in his embrace, he savored the feeling and sight of your body going half-limp like a ragdoll when you were getting fucked too good by him.

Sometimes he was so needy to feel you stretch around him that he didn’t bother fully taking off his clothes, he’d just unbutton and unzip his pants.

“But I’m gonna soak ‘em.” You forewarned.

“Yeah.” He hummed with a smirk, “I like that, baby. Soak daddy’s jeans with your pretty pussy like a good girl. Make a mess on me.”

Now, Geto only gives you a bit of freedom when riding his lap. Those big hands are always attached to your hips and helping to work you up and down. Sometimes he’ll give you the liberty of bouncing on his cock all by yourself, as clumsy as you are in that cock-drunk state, so he can hold the back of your head and give you feverish kisses all over your face. When he feels the tickle of your hair as it slips through his fingers, that’s when he takes a grip of it and pulls back so gently. Geto’s so sweet and gentle – ‘till he’s cumming, that is, then you feel a slight tingle across your scalp as he really pulls on your hair.

“You’re so fucking tiny, baby. Too small to take it all, huh? Deep breaths, there we go – angel you’re so good for me, always listening to me – fuckkk – s-so fucking small, so fucking small ‘n tiny, ‘gonna milk my cum out with that tight hole of yours? Yeah? Good, be good and milk my cum out.”

When he’s through with you, he always praises you like a princess.

“You impress me.” He tells you, “it's so hot that you can take all of me like that, even thought you’re so small. Mhm, that’s right, you’re my baby angel, aren’t you? C’mere, let me kiss you.” He feathers tenderly against the crown of your head, ignorant of the fact his pants are soaked through with his pretty girl’s juices, and presses pretty kisses to your skin.

ITSY BITSY CRUSH, megumi fushiguro.

cw megumi has a very one-sided crush on you + tries to court you ( failed ). age gap + for the plot he's 18 n ur 23

+ extra: tldr; crush-struck megumi in diff moments.

the beginning.

perhaps it's nothing but a fleeting crush at the peak age of eighteen or perhaps it's his desire to feel a romantic love. whatever it may be, he knows it isn't going away any time soon.

you're five years older than him — he knows that. he's been nursing this crush ever since he turned seventeen. the chances of meeting you were entirely slim — as slim as the chance of seeing a blue moon. it all began due to being gojo's co-worker. you were tasked with the dreadful mission of delivering a stack of documents from nanami to him. according to sources, gojo secretly dumped his duties on nanami but nothing goes past nanami's radar. when this leads to that and you being the only employee without any work at the moment, naturally the mission flowed into your palms.

to introduce worse matters, the man himself was. not. home. almost as if he sensed that nanami would've got on him, he disappeared. had you known he'd pull this stunt, you wouldn't have stood for eons knocking and waiting for a white-haired-porcelain-blue-eyed idiot.

however, there was someone home. not gojo, but a teenager, megumi fushiguro. being caught off guard by the sudden knocking, megumi glued himself to his position. a carton of milk in one hand and a bowl in another, he pondered the consequences of attending to the knocker.

one: be the gentleman he is and open the door with manners.

two: turn every light off and sneak back into his room.

three: pretend it's just the wind.

four: call gojo and notify him of the new emergency quest.

either way, none of the options would satisfy megumi. he can answer the door but he doesn't feel like talking. if he ignores it he knows the knocks won't stop. calling gojo would either send him a voicemail or make him answer twenty questions about whether or not street-food delicacies would be perfect for dinner. no one wants to do that.

opting for the first option, he sadly covers the milk and drags himself to the door.

"hell— oh," awkwardly peeking his head out, he freezes at the unexpected sight: a woman. you don't look like you're here to deliver a package nor do you look like you're here for gojo specifically. just who are you?

"oh, hi! is gojo here by chance?"

nevermind, he should've known.

"no. don't know where he is," megumi shrugged.

"ah, well, can i leave these here? these are documents he's supposed to go through," emphasising on his duties, you slightly lift your arms to redirect megumi's attention to the documents.

"oh... they look heavy, come in." opening the door wider, megumi makes way for you to walk in but holy shit.

it's not like he can't hold a conversation but he literally can't. he purposefully kept his responses short. had he prolonged his speech he'd stutter through every word. never has megumi ever seen such a beautiful woman.

"i don't have a type." he once claimed but whatever type you fall under seems to be exactly what he's attracted to.

smiling at megumi's gesture, you dump the documents on the coffee table. nice house, you think. the interior's surprisingly aesthetic and clean. you'd expect gojo's dome to be a little... messy!

completing your gawking, you ready yourself to leave, "well, thanks for letting me in. i have work to do though, bye-bye!"

"wait—"

"need something?" you spin back, looking at the younger in confusion.

fuck why did i do that? freaking himself out, megumi composes his mind before apologizing, "sorry, didn't mean it."

you shape your lips into an 'o' shape, smiling at him again before leave for real this time, "stay safe, kid!"

mr. can't mind his business.

now eighteen, seeing you around became a regular routine. whether it was constantly delivering things gojo's purposefully ignoring or just seeing you around, megumi's eyes were always on you.

it's been a year and his feelings did not cease. rather, they got bolder. the tips of his ears easily coloured itself red whenever you were around. he still keeps the conversations short — actually, he keeps his replies short. megumi grew fond of hearing your voice. your voice to him is what a mother's voice is to a baby: soothing.

the attention megumi pays to you versus gojo did not go unnoticed. as much as it's funny witnessing megumi malfunction, gojo feels offended. megumi hardly listens to him but you? you don't even need to say five words. the moment he hears "megumi, can you" he's on his feet ready to move.

while gojo chose to not pester megumi with any questions, the urge is eating him inside-out. ever since megumi suddenly showed interest once your name was mentioned, gojo's curiosity has been more difficult to tame than taming an angry utahime.

it's decided. gojo will ask.

rounding the corner, he tip-toes into megumi's room to his bed, removing his headphones to ask, "do you like my co-worker?"

megumi freezes. was it obvious? are you dating gojo? is he in trouble? do you already have a partner? did something happen? a thousand questions yet no answer.

slowly placing his phone face down, megumi asks, "why?"

"i asked you first, fushiguro."

"and i'm asking you."

"okay but do you like her?"

"why?"

gojo pinches his nose's bridge taking in a deep sigh. dealing with megumi has never been easy. there's only one way to beat the demon-from-toji at his own game and it's lying: "well i was gonna ask her to come over for dinner."

megumi sits up, looking up at gojo with peak interest, "when? what time?"

UREKA! gojo cheers in his mind. megumi's reaction was all that he needed to confirm his thoughts.

"too bad. i was lying but we're having chinese for dinner."

"we..?"

"me and you alone you fucking love-sick kid," gojo shakes his head.

not having any of it, megumi throws a pillow or two at gojo. "get out."

gojo walks out victorious. he can't believe his son isn't a loser like the one before him ( toji ). he won't interfere; this shall be left in your hands to realize and deal with.

cliché elevator moment.

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. he should've taken the stairs. the one moment he decides to be lazy, he's stuck in an elevator with you. for whatever reason may it be, you seem very talkative today. megumi stuck himself into an awkward corner. it's a safe distance away from you. every time you step closer, he shuffles away. megumi cannot and probably will not indulge himself into physical contact with you. so it looks like it'll be a happy social distancing!

"so what're you doing at the mall alone? shouldn't you be with gojo?" you question him after finishing your monologue about your day.

"i'm an adult now," clarifying — more like reminding you — megumi folds his arms and leans to the side, "but i came for some new clothes."

"ohhhh, what'd you buy?"

megumi points to the pile of bags near his feet, "couple of hoodies and shirts."

you stretch your eyebrows up, giving him a thumbs-up for whatever reason.

as the elevator dings, you ruffle megumi's hair before exiting, "see ya later, megs!"

"megs..?" whispering, he furrows his eyebrows. covering his lower face with a palm, he's in deep thought. the way you easily make him flustered shouldn't be. pondering and deciphering the reasons, it's only until the elevator closes to ascend again is when megumi realizes he missed his get-off. this really cannot be real.

business is business!

like every other night, you came over for dinner. it was originally going to be a dinner with gojo, nanami, utahime and you but... let's just say gojo is unfortunately gojo to two persons in that list.

gojo, for one, did not cook. he never cooks and neither are you going to so he found himself running around buying takeouts. to make his matters worse, delivery isn't available due to the coming storm. in the lonely rain, gojo needs to fight and dominate to get those takeouts. which leaves the best situation in-hand for megumi! alone with his crush? now is the time to confess, convince, and convulse.

"are you cold? i can give you a blanket," megumi asks, totally not offering his own blanket.

"yes please i'd love that. i'm shivering." you take up the offer, watching megumi disappear and reappear with a fluffy royal blue blanket. you wrap the fabric around you, thanking megumi and noting the scent of a familiar cologne.

content with your comfort and his very successful flirting skills, megumi's now left with one thing: confessing. trust, he would not have done this anytime soon but it itches him every night. if he doesn't tell someone he'll go insane.

"hey, can i say something?"

you stop trying to sniff out the cologne's brand, looking up at megumi as you nod, "mhm!"

fiddling with his fingers, he takes in a deep breath before dropping the bomb, "i like you."

one, two, three, five blinks later you process his words. now that he said it, it didn't take long for you to piece the puzzles and realize why he always looked feverish whenever you two were together. he was most likely blushing all the time. not knowing whether to say "thank you" or "aww cute" or maybe even "that's definitely a sentence" you open your mouth before closing again. you must think rationally. one wrong word and you'd crush his little world.

"well, i'm not sure what to say but megs, aren't i a little too old for you..?"

"i'm an adult."

"you're eighteen."

"old enough," megumi shrugged.

now you realize why gojo always complained about battling megumi. he's too good at answering back. cosying yourself into the blanket, you deliver a statement to him, "give me one good reason why i should accept you."

fist in the air, megumi raises his index finger, "one, i don't know" raising his middle finger, he continues, "two, please?"

you sigh, "megumi..."

"look, if not now then can you date me when i'm twenty?" he offered.

oh my god, you think. he's serious about this and unfortunately you're hardly ever serious. you really don't want to burst his bubble. "this is crazy."

tilting his head, megumi waits for your answer.

you straighten your posture, getting ready to spit out a solution, "okay, how about—"

"what's with this deadly atmosphere?" gojo questions, standing still with two hands occupied. holding a confused expression, he raises his eyebrows at megumi standing ominously yet looking as if he's begging for something. you, on the other hand, look as if you're getting ready to slumber. what even happened while i was gone?? gojo thinks.

megumi sighs, dragging a palm over his face. if there's another thing about gojo it's that he finds himself coming at the wrong time when he's never needed. just as you were about to speak he barges in. talk about rude.

"hi gojo," you wave at him before looking back at megumi. poor him. "megumi, i'll tell you later," you whispered to him.

isnt he just so pretty