MY HUSBANDS: megumi x y/n x satoru.

: A NEED..;

Y/N 🫦

I was making good progress in my life. I was strong, able to protect my own self, and most importantly. Not harm my people, those who would stand around me. Something that was delusional ...until now.

It had been days we had been together. Me and Gojo...Our constant going on missions never gave us much time to spend together, but still we managed to meet each other from time time. To say I was honestly much happy. 

His cocky self  and dad humor were always funny and incredibly sexy.  But his crazy-soft sides were something I was helplessly falling in love with. I loved how he hugged me like I was snatched away from him, whenever it was time to leave. he had a nyak for taking my attention for himself.  I loved how he left himself open, like a book. He wouldn't let me go until I would wipe his tears, and patt his emotional, lonely self. Which he hides from rest of the world, which he hid from me till these years.  It was just for me, It made me feel special. Somewhere, I felt he was being obsessed with me, and so were I ... 

I have always found myself a needy mess when he kisses me. Like he would rob my soul from me. My soul, the only entity with whom I share my every real-unreal moments. But I've known to hide it well.  After all, men aren't suppose to know how needy we are for them...it's a part of women's elegance. ................

 I had earned pretty good income from all the missions. I was rich enough to buy an apartment for myself and slay clothes.  A 'no longer' delusional reality. I was allowed to seperate my home unlike my other mates, since they weren't special grades. Nobara was pretty envious about it.

Finally a home for myself, where I could scream out my favourite songs, dance till my hearts content, watch my favourite movies, cook my favourite food and no other human intervention... Living alone was its own pleasure. It wouldn't be understood until you lived it out once, and get addicted to it. The apartment stood in a residential area in the city. so there wasn't much of bustling crowds, but little children chatters in the morning when they left for school. It was among normal people, though it doesn't help me distract from how different I am from them. the strange lingerance always there in me.

I was back from a mission of defeating undergrade curses of jogo in the outskirts of the city. I was pretty tired not just of my job but by travelling from one side of the city to another. So as soon as I reached home, I freed myself of the burdens of my clothes clinging over me and threw myself on bed. My room was the best thing I had found these days. PEACE.

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I woke up to a sharp pain in my arm. I had fallen asleep in a very comfortable position for me, which was obviously a weird position where all my muscles would stretch. I got up grunting of pain in my shoulder dragging myself towards my cupboard. 

the retailer aunty had provided me the cupboard telling it was quite big, but turns out it was huge. It was much taller than me. I could barely hang my clothes if I toe up on my heels. Or may be I was the short one..?

I sigh opening it, looking at the sweater I desperately needed to put on. It was getting cold by evening. And I was only in my bra and panties. I raise my toes reaching to that specific hanger of my knitted sweater. Suddenly a cold presence behind me makes all hair on my body stand up in goosebumps.

I watch gojo's lean fingers unsling the hanger I wanted, from the rod. This time, Another type of anxiety rushing up my body, spreading among every nerve until it set sparks of desire between my legs. My nipples perked up when his large hand sat on my waist, I could feel his eyes gawking everything of my nakedness shamelessly, though they appeared to be covered.