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GoFushi, shota Megumi
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Gojo is a creep for horny purposes rip
Gojo is a creep for horny purposes rip
After gojo kills toji and takes in megumi and tsumiki, he comes to realize a few things about the zenin boy. He’s a child whose maturity goes beyond the summers that he’s been alive. He puts his sister’s happiness above anything else, and although he doesn’t know his father or
what happened to him, he doesn’t seem to be too concerned w it. Gojo thinks that maybe even children realize there’s a point at which one needs to move on. The other near impossible thing to ignore about megumi is that he’s unmistakably beautiful. A real child of winter, snow
white skin and hair as black as midnight. The earthy green of his eyes although jarring remains intriguing nonetheless. He always seems to have a scowl on his face but gojo grows an affinity for it, like adding character he thinks. He spends some of his days w the fushiguro
siblings of which megumi will ask w that same scowl on his face “dont you have anything better to do?” and gojo will laugh and tell him that if he leaves they’ll miss him, bc teasing is what gojo does best. It’s an added bonus to see megumi get worked up over his response, bc
even if he doesn’t want to admit it he knows it’s the truth. He can’t hide the pink of his cheeks on such pale skin. It’s not long before gojo realizes that he tries to draw those types of reactions out of megumi on purpose. There’s smth exciting about the way he blushes, eyes
darting away and near pout pulling at his lips. It’s amazing that tsumiki doesn’t realize what her little brother does to gojo, especially when he lets his touch linger just a little too long. It’s no accident when he lets his hands brush over parts of megumi that otherwise
shouldn’t be touched by anyone else, but tsumiki never notices and megumi doesn’t say anything, so who is gojo to stop. Even w an attitude like megumis, he’s a cute kid and gojo wants nothing more than to claim him.
One night gojo is spending time w the siblings, passing it by
One night gojo is spending time w the siblings, passing it by
rather idly watching movies. It starts to get late, and before he knows it both tsumiki and megumi have fallen asleep. Tsumiki is curled up in a ball on one side of the couch, on the other side is megumi fast asleep and resting against gojo who sits in the middle between them.
What gojo could do is wake them up and tell them to go to their own respective beds, he could even pick them up and carry them there himself, but when he looks down at megumi he finds he’s not mentally strong enough to do either of those things. He looks peaceful, face relaxed
and chest softly rising and falling w each small breath. It doesn’t take more than that for gojo to slip his hand up megumis thigh. He’s wearing shorts, so the contact w megumis skin is immediate, he even pushes his fingers up a little past the hem of them just to feel the
additional hidden supple skin and as nice as it is to the touch gojo has other things in mind. His hand travels past his thighs and against his stomach, up and under his shirt until the pads on his fingers brush over his nipples. Up until this point megumi has been near silent,
but that touch alone draws a sound out of him that gojos never heard before. It’s cute if not a little stifled, held back when megumi instinctually buries his face further against gojos side. Gojo pauses, but that’s not enough to deter him. He could take megumi right now if
he felt like it, hold him down against the cushions and finally claim him. It’s not like anyone could stop him, but gojo likes to think he’s better than that at least. Besides, now is not the right time. After a moment he continues, rubbing his fingers against megumis small
chest. He starts to squirm, thighs rubbing together and face pressing against gojo, mouth falling open in cute little sounds. Gojo wonders what he’s dreaming about. And just when megumi starts to get a little too loud, gojo leans over and kisses him, pseudo softness to coax his
mouth open only to shove his own tongue in. Every sound megumi makes is muffled and gojo drinks it up, tasting what he can inside that small mouth. And just as quickly as it started it’s over. Gojo pulls away, hand falling from megumis chest just in time to see his eyes flutter
open. His face is red, lips kiss swollen and eyes sleepy. Even w gojo this close to him, megumi is none the wiser.
“You feel asleep,” gojo says impishly.
Megumi blinks at him, turning his head and seeing just over gojos lap that his sister had also done the same thing. There’s
“You feel asleep,” gojo says impishly.
Megumi blinks at him, turning his head and seeing just over gojos lap that his sister had also done the same thing. There’s
a heat deep in megumi that he can’t quite place, but gojos typical teasing smile is too reassuring for megumi to think anything of it.
It goes on like this for longer than gojo would like to acknowledge and if megumi has caught on then he hasn’t said a thing. He remains as
It goes on like this for longer than gojo would like to acknowledge and if megumi has caught on then he hasn’t said a thing. He remains as
constant in their lives as changing seasons and w each passing year he gets to see how they’ve grown. Barely over the threshold of adolescence, they’re taller now (though not nearly as tall as gojo), limbs longer and faces slowly starting to work away the burden of baby fat.
Nothing has changed tho, and as much as gojo wants to take what’s his even he knows when to stop. And yet recently megumi seems to have finally pieced together a revelation. For as often as gojo catches him staring he doesn’t need to say a thing for it to be know that megumi
must be having some strange dreams.
As much as he stares and lingers, gojo won’t give away a thing, but when tsumiki falls asleep and doesn’t wake up, gojo will realize that the time is now. //end
As much as he stares and lingers, gojo won’t give away a thing, but when tsumiki falls asleep and doesn’t wake up, gojo will realize that the time is now. //end
this is disgusting who wrote this
anyways sorry gojo
