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Im sorry if this comes off as rude, but there is NOTHING more I absolutely fucking despise than writers making y/n some bird brained dumb bitch. Like, no, have some self-respect. Folding every second and for a man nonetheless gtfo out my face. Or when they make her some pick me delicate flower like why cant she be just normal.

groupchat texts w older bf toji & his son megumi

i'm literally crying rivers rn

ⓘ FEATURING : college au, fluff, est. relationship, megumi has longer hair implied, pet names, cuddling, & not proofread.

Nothing was wrong with Megumi, per se. He was emotionally mature, affectionate when you needed him to be, and always clear when you asked him to reword something.

He was patient. Kind. Overall, a loving, almost perfect boyfriend.

He only had the one flaw, one fatal, very infuriating flaw, which made you want to pull your—and his—hair out.

His insomnia. He was sure you hated it more than he did most nights.

Yes, it gave him the adorable eye bags & meant he'd often be tired, taking naps with you whenever you offered your bed up during study dates.

But at night? When all you could want is for him not to rumble with muted laughter, to get proper rest with your boyfriend.

"Mm. Megs?" You mumbled against the hard plane of his chest, peeling off from his warmth just enough to send him a pointed glare.

"...Yes?" He instantly flicked his gaze away from his phone as you shifted, his hands' tender strokes pausing in their soothing rhythm. "You okay?"

"Phone. Off. It's—" You paused, glancing at his alarm clock, your eye almost twitching at the sight. "—three in the morning. I'm tired. You keep vibrating."

You pressed a firm hand on his chest, pushing yourself to straddle his waist rather than act as his weighted blanket, his hand on your hip quickly pressing the small of your back to hold you steady.

"Sorry, sorry." His phone was off, not even a second later & tossed onto his nightstand. "Itadori & Kugisaki were spamming our… group chat, and time must have gotten away from me." He murmured, sitting up against the headboard.

Your frown grew into a pout, a very tired, very adorable pout in Megumi's opinion.

"I'm tired." You huffed, pressing your face against his throat, Megumi's body tensing for a moment before wrapping an arm comfortably around your waist. "I'm tired, you're warm, annoying, and were keeping me awake."

"Hey, hey." He whispered into your hair, slowly easing back against the pillows. "I've got you. I'm sorry." Megumi pressed a soft kiss against your hair.

He paused for a moment, letting you mold yourself to him however you wanted before pulling the blanket up to tuck over your shoulders.

"You're so annoying, Megs." You rasped, gently playing with his hair. The black tuffs move between your fingers effortlessly & Megumi lets out a contented sigh. "You're lucky you're pretty."

"…Right." He choked on a laugh, resting his warm palms on your hips. "Okay, sleepy girl. I'm going to bed. Does that make you feel better?"

"Mm-hmm, it does." You pressed a quick kiss to his jaw, lazily toying with his hair as his typically stoic expression melted into a soft smile. "Be sleepy with me."

He hummed quietly, pressing a kiss to you temple. "Yeah, okay. I'll be sleepy with you."

Megumi's the perfect boyfriend actually. Insomnia or not.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : Highly, highly requested to write anything for Megumi, here it is, sorry if it's rushed I got inspo from my own insomnia & divider by @cursed-carmine

i love him... i truly do

ೃbf!megumi x femreader (nsfw / suggestive content)

so there you are, kneeling on the hard bedroom floor wearing your crappy hand-me-downs, a tight tank top and some ripped short shorts.

surprisingly you’re not that tired considering you’ve been painting for a couple hours and it’s the middle of summer with high temperatures, but you’ve finally decided to give yourself a break.

you texted megumi earlier while he was at work and told him that you’ve been doing this house chore as a surprise (because you’ve both been stupidly procrastinating this for about a year).

as soon as he steps foot into the apartment, he goes straight into the bedroom with an ice pop in his hand “hey i’m back- it’s so hot, have you been taking breaks and-“ a faint, worried look is etched across his face; he knows how stubborn and determined you can be, so he wanted to make sure everything was fine.

but it wavers when he sees your set up, cool air waving through the room from your fan while you sip on an ice cold soda. “babe, i know how to take precautions in this heat”, rolling your eyes.

a scoff conceals his sigh of relief, then, glazing over your small kneeling figure on the floor, he peeks your plump, shining cleavage poking out from your small tank top and a suggestive-looking white paint splatter smeared on your cheek and collar bone.

his expression changes - now that he knows you’re okay.. there’s no harm in a little fun, especially since - “i had a pretty bad day at work today”, he murmurs, loosening his tie slowly with slender fingers and pulling a chair close, he sits in front of you and spreads his long legs wide with a low sigh.

“…are you okay? wanna tell me about it gumi?” your glistening big eyes staring up at him so innocently turns him on even more.

“not right now… your ice lolly is melting” he holds it out towards your face like he’s feeding a dog a treat and you’re about to take it when he suddenly jerks it away “uh-uh. i can hold it”

“what? but-“

“go on. quickly, before it melts even more.” megumi’s voice is soft but demanding. he watches intently as you obediently shuffle closer and lean forward. your tongue runs up the side of the lolly, catching the melted syrupy drops before they fall.

“atta girl”

realising what he wants, you feel heat rise up in your cheeks and your thighs clench together from his praise. lifting your head, you stick out the tip of your tongue to give the end of the lolly kitten-licks.

“haaaaah what a slut..” your eyes trail to where his other hand is squeezing his throbbing bulge through the thick material of his jeans as he stares down at you smugly.

the hand that he was palming himself with trails to the back of your head, gathering your hair into a ponytail “you can take s’more yeah? it’s good practice” and he lowers your head down while his other hand lightly thrusts the lolly into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly.

you rub your thighs together almost subconsciously while the sticky, fruity flavoured liquid drools from the corners of your mouth. “what a messy girl..”, voice low and condescending, he bobs your head up and down a few more times before lifting you off with a ‘pop’ so you can breathe.

panting slightly, you sit there while he watches you and bites off the pathetic melted lolly that’s left on the stick. then he lifts your chin up and shows you his fingers covered in pink syrup “c’mon, clean them up. open”

you do as he says and he pushes each of his fingers from his left hand into your mouth one by one. megumi groans softly as you suck and lick each finger clean “good girl.”

when your done he leans down to kiss you, prodding his tongue past your lips, sharing the ice cream through both of your mouths passionately.

biting your bottom lip, gumi pulls away and cradles your face gently, bringing one of your hands to feel his now more prominent hard-on.

“you did such a good job painting the walls baby.. you’ll let me paint your pretty throat white too yeah?”

A/N : idk how to feel abt this, i kinda hate it

also, i keep thinking my writing is bad and i’m tryna get better over time so i’m open to constructive criticism :P

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