the sadness we shared is my clarity ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆
↪ fushiguro megumi x reader
summary: it's spring when fushiguro megumi finds you. it's summer when he realizes he loves you. but as the days shorten, and time runs out, megumi realizes you're slipping away.
tw: angst, as per usual. mentions of gore, and sexual tension but nothing explicit or nsfw. you and megumi are both idiots. half of this was churned out in a day so please give the author grace. not proofread. arrangedmarriage!au and friends to enemies to lovers. megumi is Mean. mutual pining, so much that i want to throw up. mmm yummy clan politics
notes: banner by the lovely @/cafekitsune! title taken from txt's deja vu. had this fic rotting in my head and in my drive. dedicated to riko, for being one of the first mooties i ever had. love you @riaki !!
also i'm sorry everyone for vanishing off the face of the earth pls accept this fic as an apology :'))
part one/??
It’s summer, and the air in Kawasaki is miserably hot and oppressive. Tacky skin clings to thick cloth, and Megumi grimaces at the feeling. Gojo had finally decided to send all the first years together on a mission to deal with a group of Grade 3 spirits, deeming his pupils “worthy to finally make their debut!” To celebrate, Nobara had corralled everyone to a small cafe, located near the train station. “Cmon, this place has air conditioning, and Ijichi won’t be here for at least another hour,” she insists, fingers wrapped around the curve of your wrist. Begrudgingly, Megumi follows along, heavy with the knowledge that where you go, he'll follow.
He can’t help but sneak glances over, as you and Nobara fawn over the icy desserts and drinks the cafe has to offer. The soft swoop of your neck is revealed as you lean in closer to peer at the deserts hidden behind the glass. A bead of sweat trickles down into the hollow of your collarbone, and Megumi swallows hard, forcing himself to look away. The flush on his cheeks is from the summer heat, he tells himself. He can’t quite bring himself to believe it.
“Fushiguro!” you call out, and he forces himself to look at you. “What is it?”
“Aren’t you going to get a drink?”
Megumi hesitates, before grumbling an affirmative. As the other three move to secure a table, he turns to face the cashier. She seems younger than him by a few years, makeup done even in the hot weather with mascaraed eyelashes batting at him innocently. She misses the proffered bills, running her hand along his, before apologizing a bit breathily. “It’s fine,” Megumi sighs. His thoughts wander as the cashier chatters away mindlessly. You were favoring your right side. Were you injured? Had one of the curses somehow reached you before he could stop them? Your technique had seemed to wane towards the end of the fight. Were you overexerted? Did he have to speak to Gojo about how hard he’d been training you?
He pulls himself from his thoughts just in time to notice the cashier leaning over the counter, watching him curiously. “Would you like a receipt, sir?”
“No,” is his curt reply, shoving all of his traitorous thoughts of you deep down inside of himself. The cashier pouts. “If you fill out a survey, you can get five dollars off on your purchase!”
Megumi can feel himself grimacing. Nobara would kick his ass if he didn’t at least take it and offer it to her. “Fine then.” As he turns back to the table, he scowls at the too-bright smile on Yuuji’s face. “What’s that look for?”
“Fushiguro, she was totally hitting on you!”
He swats away the proffered high five. “Did the curses fuck with your brain or something?”
“No, seriously, look at the receipt she gave you!”
Megumi can feel the heat of your gaze as he unravels the receipt. Under the printed text of “FIVE DOLLARS OFF AFTER SURVEY COMPLETION!” was a line of neatly printed numbers. Scowling, he shoves the offending piece of paper in your direction. “Here. Take it.”
“I don’t want your leftovers,” you shoot back, eyes blazing, and his traitorous heart wrenches. “It’s not for the number, idiot. Weren’t you and Kugisaki just complaining about spending that much money on drinks? Take the survey and stop whining.”
He lets himself fall back in the familiar rhythm of bickering with Nobara as she swats at him. He’ll do anything to avoid the way your offended gaze turns thoughtful, how you seem to study his face as he forces himself to continue the lie he’s let himself live. You cannot be his, Megumi thinks desperately, even after the four of you depart the cafe, and after you toss the crumpled up wad of paper into the trash can. Even as you fall asleep in the backseat of the car, head perched onto his shoulder, he fights down the growing panic and nausea. He would rather break his own heart in the process than let you suffer from his affections.
Cursed, he thinks. There’s a reason his mother passed, his father killed, and his sister stolen away. He’s as cursed as the shadows that seep from his domain with their tendrils that wrap and curl over every inch of light. Megumi has already accepted that the feelings that grow by the day can never be revealed. You, with your sunshine laugh, whose tender hands would always reach for him after a mission. Fushiguro, you’d say, kindly. You’re hurt again. Let me grab the first aid kit. You, with your hands that are soft and gentle, as much as Megumi’s hands are calloused and stained.
I love you, he finally admits, as he carries you from the car back to your room. Yuuji had an ankle injury, and Nobara couldn’t handle hauling your weight up the stairs leading back to Jujutsu Tech. At least, that’s what he tells himself, as he shifts your weight in his arms, feeling the way you subconsciously pressed yourself closer to him. I love you. Your eyelashes flutter in your sleep, brow crinkling ever so slightly. Gently, Megumi smoothes it over with his thumb. I love you.
Fushiguro Megumi was by no means a religious man. He’d known that there was no god in the battlefields of a sorcerer, no mercy in the torturous death that only curses could offer. And yet, as he lowers you down to the comfort of your mattress, he finds himself praying. I’ll do anything, he thinks, as he watches you in the depths of your slumber. I’ll give up my body, my soul, my life. Just please let her live. Please let her be happy.
Please give her someone that could take better care of her than I ever could.
Fushiguro Megumi found you in the first rainfall of spring.
You hadn't noticed him, quietly watching the droplets fall on the sakura trees planted near the perimeter of Jujutsu Tech. The edges of your kimono were stained with mud, with a chunk of your haori ripped out on the left side. Megumi frowned. Silk, he noted, and gold. You’re dressed too well to be here, but too oblivious to be a threat. Just to be sure, he let his fingers curl around the handle of one of his tonfas before he spoke.
“Who are you?”
Startled, you turned to face him, and his scowl deepened. You were pretty, even with your eyes rounded in shock, and the undignified noise that had escaped you when you realized you weren’t alone. When you told him your name, voice hesitant, Megumi couldn't help but hate the way his heart reacted as you spoke.
“I’m looking for Gojo Satoru,” you finished, teeth sinking into the plush of your bottom lip as you waited for his response. Megumi swallowed hard.
“A lot of people do.” He kept his tone steady, forced himself not to let the heat in his chest rise to his face. “What’s a Kamo doing here, looking for him?”
Megumi had heard of you, of course. Gojo had raised him with at least a basic understanding of the three Big Families, and their prominent figures from both the past and present. The half-sister to Noritoshi Kamo, you had been held behind while your elders sent him away to the sister school in Kyoto. Women, Gojo had said, tone playful but eyes cold, are seen as nothing more than breeding stock and political pawns. They’ll probably keep her there until she’s married off.
Something seems to settle inside you, and Megumi can’t help but watch, ensnared in the web you weave. Your hands smooth over the creases in your kimono as you exhaled, shoulders rounding back. Even covered in grime you radiated elegance, though you were betrayed by the still-skittish look in your eyes. “I’m here to make a deal with him.”
A few days after the four of you had returned from your assignment in Kawasaki, you realized that Megumi was behaving rather oddly.
At first, he seemed moody. Tired, you assumed. With promotions coming up, Gojo-sensei had been training the four of you even more rigorously than usual. Your mornings were filled with research, analyzing the few texts that Jujutsu Tech had recovered on cursed techniques that were even remotely similar to your own. The evenings were spent sparring, with thick dust kicked up under the lukewarm breeze, and the faint howls of Megumi’s shikigami in the distance.
Sighing, you squat down, calling softly into the woods until one of his Divine Dogs trot out, tongue lolling out happily. You can’t help the wistful smile that tugs at your lips as you run your fingers through soft, black fur. They’d taken a liking to you, after you started carrying a few dog treats in your gear to give to them. Megumi had always complained that you spoiled them, babied them too much. You couldn’t help it. You loved his shikigami dearly.
What did that say about you? The thought makes you lightheaded for a moment. The heat, you think, a bit desperate. It was all the heat.
“You’re late.”
You tilt your head backwards, startling at how close he’d gotten to you. He’s dressed for the summer heat, ditching his uniform for something more practical. Linen pants brush by you as he reaches your side, and your heart seems to convulse when you realize you can see the slight ripple of muscle under the fabric of his shirt. Heat flares in your cheeks and you look away. Stormy eyes study you, a flicker of something predatory passing through them before he turns to his shikigami.
“And you. Stop running off like that.”
The Divine Dog whines, and you crinkle your nose, turning back to meet his gaze. “I was calling for it because I couldn’t find you. You weren’t where we normally spar.”
“Gojo wanted us to use the other fields.”
“Fine, fine.” Petulant, you reach for his wrist, hoisting yourself up off the ground. Before you can even speak, he’s tearing it from your grasp as though you’ve burnt him. “Hurry up. We’re losing light.”
You follow after him quietly, ignoring the sting in your hand from the phantom contact. He’s probably overwhelmed with the work we’ve been doing, you remind yourself, yet you can’t help the slight feeling of dread that runs up your spine. His dog noses at your palm, whining softly, as thought it can sense your distress. Its owner however seems none the wiser.
“Why did you want to spar today? Didn’t Gojo-sensei say we could take today off?”
“The next mission is the one that the higher-ups are sending us on to see if we should be recommended for a higher grade. That means it’s going to be more dangerous than usual.”
The trees clear to reveal a clearing, grass matted down from hours of sparring. “I hate when you’re right.”
Megumi spares you a sharp glance but says nothing else. “Warm up quickly. I want to be back before it gets dark.”
You stretch out under the waning light, letting your technique run through your body for a few moments. Cheating, Yuuji would insist, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t eager for a fight. The upcoming mission loomed over you, anxiety building as you thought about the uncertainties of it all. You hadn’t trusted the higher-ups from the beginning, and you especially didn’t trust them in any circumstance where Itadori Yuuji’s life was at risk. You exhale, feeling the familiar buzz of your cursed energy flow as you move. “Okay. I’m ready.”
Sparring with Megumi feels like a dance, more than anything else. He was your partner long before Yuuji and Nobara had even transferred to Tokyo, and your body has been trained to move as seamlessly with him as possible. Every step forward he takes you step back, and with each swing of the staff, your katana rises up to meet up. You lose yourself in it for a moment, watching the way his jaw clenches in concentration, eyebrows furrowed as you narrowly avoid a pointed elbow. A pointed jab of your blade, and Megumi is suddenly right in front of you. The air leaves your lungs in his presence taking in the scent of his laundry detergent and the slightest tinge of the soap he uses. He takes advantage of your distraction to disarm you, flipping you neatly into a hold.
“Yield,” he says, pressing his knee down into your stomach a little more firmly. You try your best to ignore the sight of him kneeled between your legs as you try to kick out from under him. His eyes darken at the sight of you, pinned and struggling to free yourself.
“Yield,” he says, once more, and you do, letting your body rest against the ground as you stare up at him. There’s a bead of sweat trickling down his temple, the veins of his slender hands raised as he holds his staff. You let your hand curl against the wood of it, feeling the pressure of it resting on your throat.
“I yield,” you say, and in that moment you know that you have. Fushiguro Megumi has stolen your heart from the day you met him. I’d give you everything, you realize, as Megumi helps you to your feet. There are 35 trillion blood cells in the human body, and every single one of them runs for you. You let your fingers intertwine with his for the briefest moment before forcing yourself to pull away. I would do anything to have you. My greatest sin and my holiest salvation wrapped into a single body.
“That was a good fight,” he tells you, taking your silence for sulking. Maybe I wanted to lose. Maybe I did want to fall for you. Would that be such a sin?
“Thanks,” is your stilted answer, the setting sun sealing your fate. You’re in love with Fushiguro Megumi. And you don’t quite know what to do about it.
The mission is simple enough, until it isn’t. An abandoned hospital, Ijitchi had said in the car ride over. Residual curses had been spotted clinging to the interior, feeding off of an unknown source within. Intel had suggested that it was a Grade 2 spirit at most. You watch as Nobara takes a bit too much pleasure in nailing the swarms of weak curses that had greeted you at the entrance, Yuuji laughing at how easily his fists send them to a rather unpleasant demise. Yet, you can’t shake the feeling of unease that settles over you. This is too easy for a promotion mission. What were they hiding?
Then Megumi opens the doors to what would’ve been the emergency room, and all hell breaks loose.
Bloodstains, bright red, catch your eye first. They’re splattered all over the room, on the floor, curtains, and on the hospital sheets yellowed with age. You see the bones next. Human; skulls, ribcages, femurs, all picked clean and white enough to shine under the fluorescent lighting. The light flickers. A tumorous mass sits in the center of the room, a conglomeration of hair, teeth, and eyes that blink slowly at you. Your spine stiffens, and immediately, you pull Megumi towards you as a ropelike strand of hair tightens around the spot where he was standing.
Those fuckers. A Semi-Grade 1?
“Megumi,” is all you can make out. In the hallway, you can hear something more menacing, something equally as terrible as what sits in the room inside with you. You can hear Nobara’s cry of pain as a nauseating crack rips through the air. They won’t survive without him. “I’m sorry.”
His eyes widen in understanding a fraction too late as you gather all your energy and shove him back out into the corridor as the curse flings a file cabinet at you. It crashes into the door, and you can hear Megumi calling your name with something that sounds like desperation. The hinges rattle as he throws his weight against it, but the cabinet holds firm. When you turn to face the curse in front of you, the look in its eyes is amused as you draw your blade. A cavernous maw opens, splitting it down the center as misshapen lumps of flesh spill out. Smaller curses, remnants of the innocents it had lured and devoured. A sudden chill goes through your body.
This isn’t a Semi-Grade. This is a full-fledged Grade 1.
There’s something vicious in the way you move, tearing through cursed spirits as though they’re paper. Ichor stains the ground around you, as red as the blood you channel through your veins. Dimly, you think you’re screaming. It was a set up, you think desperately. Of course the higher-ups would try to kill Itadori Yuuji at any cost. They didn’t give a fuck about you, or Nobara, or Megumi. Fury fills the cavern of your chest as you lunge for the hulking Grade 1, as it grotesquely pushes out the corpse of one of its victims into something far more sinister. You rip it to shreds without a second thought.
The sound of steel on flesh makes the hair of your arms rise as you finally manage to cut a nasty gash into the misshapen curse in front of you. It howls in pain, tendrils reaching for your body as you leap away. Instead, the tendrils open the serrated wound a bit further, opening a new pocket for its children to crawl out of. That was the first blow you’d been able to land; ten minutes have passed since you trapped yourself inside a room with it. Will you make it out alive? You shake the thought away angrily.
Gritting your teeth, you increase your blood flow, shooting it down to your legs and the fibers of your muscles. Your blade shines as it cuts down curses, the Grade 1 merely watching with a demeanor that you can only describe as bored. It’s toying with you, you realize, but what pricks your heart isn’t fear, but resignation. Your foot catches on the rubble for only a moment, and the Grade 1 moves, slamming you into the wall with enough force for you to feel your ribs shatter. Blood fills your mouth and you choke, lungs heaving. Punctured, your technique tells you, a liter gone. The air tastes like iron and salt, and you realize with a start that you’re dying.
You feel oddly calm as the world spins, watching as the ropes of hair approach your prone body. The last thing you see is the door shattering open, and the look in Megumi’s eyes as he sees you. There’s terror in his normally stoic expression, his arm outstretched towards you as Nue dives for you. Nobara and Yuuji are moving, but all you can see is him. His hands are bloodied at the fingertips, as though he’d been clawing at the door with his own hands to pry it open, his lips moving soundlessly. There’s a dull ringing in your ears, the toll of death that signals your end. His hand cups your face, and you allow yourself to lean into it for a moment, reveling in the touch. I could die like this, is your final thought as you succumb to your injuries. I’m happy that you’re holding me, Megumi.
The world around you feels muted, when you finally awaken. Your vision is blurred as you peel your eyelids back, and you wince at the sensation. How long have you been out for? Slowly, the blurred tinges of light start to focus. A lamp, dimly lit to your right on the nightstand next to a pitcher of water and an empty cup. A punctured lung, a liter gone. Your hand drifts to the bandages that wrap your chest, carefully letting your cursed technique scan your body. A few lacerations, but for the most part you were fine. Crisp sheets rustle as you sit up, examining your surroundings. The hospital in the infirmary. Somehow, they managed to bring you back.
Megumi’s eyes, so desperate and lost as his hand reached for you.
You try not to think about it, as you carefully test your body. Your limbs ache, but that’s to be expected. Your hair has been neatly pulled away from your face; Nobara’s work, no doubt. Her screams from behind the door, the dread in your chest when you realized they might not survive without Megumi. You watch your fingers shake as you reach for the water, letting it soothe away the pain in your throat. Did she even make it? Did they live?
The door opens, startling you from your thoughts. Megumi stands in the doorway, hand pushing through his hair. You take a moment to examine him, noting the dark circles under his pale skin, and how his long hair seemed mussed. His eyes scan the room, passing over you before focusing on you with startling clarity.
“You’re awake.”
Hesitantly, you nod, as he drops into the seat beside you. “Did…did they…”
He cuts you off before you can even finish your sentence. “Kugisaki and Itadori are fine.”
You stare down at your hands, letting the silence wash over you. Yet, you’re dimly aware of how suffocating it feels, how your shoulders were unable to relax even with the knowledge that your friends were alive and safe. Megumi continues to watch you, but before you can say something, anything, his voice fills the air, terse and clipped.
“What the fuck were you thinking?”
Startled, your eyes meet his. “What?”
“Did you think I was too weak? That I couldn’t handle it just because you’ve been a Grade 2 longer than I have?” The eyes that normally watched you with a hint of affectionate exasperation were cold, and hard. “You behaved recklessly. Did you even think about how it impacted the rest of us? Because of you, Kugisaki broke her leg, and Itadori almost had his arm cleaved off. You did all of that just for the rest of us to find you half dead in a puddle of your own bones and blood.”
“Stop it,” you whisper, but Megumi’s voice only twists into something far more cruel. “You thought you were being so brave, sacrificing yourself, only to realize that you weren’t that special. You couldn’t even take down that Grade 1 alone. Kugisaki had to save you, even as she was practically screaming from the pain.”
“Megumi,” you whisper, and he pauses, clearly unused to his name falling from your lips. “Why are you so angry at me?” Your voice breaks ever so slightly and you bite your lip hard enough to taste blood, ashamed at the wetness in your eyes. “Where is this coming from? I don’t understa-”
He slams his palm against the wooden surface of your bedside table, rattling the drawers. “Are you really that stupid to ask what you did wrong? You fucked up. I thought you were different, but in reality, you’re no better than the rest of your clan, are you? You’re just another filthy Kamo.”
Your hands shake as you twist them into the off-white infirmary sheets. “What are you talking about?”
Megumi laughs, but it’s jaded, sharp. “Congratulations. You’re being promoted to a Semi-Grade 1, all because of your little stunt that landed the rest of us into hospital beds. Even though we all had to help you finish it off, they’re only choosing you. I wonder why.”
“Megumi.” Your voice rises, as your heart finally shatters. “I did it because I thought you would die, you know that. I don’t give a fuck about the politics of the higher ups, or my clan, or even my grade. I just wanted to protect you all. You know that.”
He rises from the chair next to your side, expression indifferent to the tears that are rolling down your cheeks. “As if I’d believe you.”
“Megumi,” you call out, desperately, as he walks away. “Megumi!”
He doesn’t look back, and you’re left alone in the dark with only the moon to bear company as you sob. I don’t understand, you think, deliriously. Can’t you see that I love you? Can’t you see I’d rather die than watch you break in front of me?
Megumi barely makes it to the lawn before he retches into the bushes. Bile rises in his throat and he squeezes his eyes shut as he replays the moment over and over and over again. For five days, he’d held vigil at your bed. For five days, he realized that your love for him would get you killed. For five days, he’d wrapped his heart in iron, knowing that what he was about to do would break the both of you. I would’ve only gotten you killed, he thinks, numbly. It’s what landed you here in the first place.
Yet, Megumi can’t stop recalling the exact moment the relief in your eyes had turned into betrayal, how your lips had trembled and your hands shook. Your voice, desperate and pleading, calling his name as he forced his legs to walk away from you. How he can hear your sobs faintly trailing from the windows above, matching the tears that are trailing down his cheeks.
You’ll hate him forever, he thinks, dazed, as he forces himself onto his feet. You’ll hate him forever, and by god it’ll be the most painful thing he’s ever experienced, but as long as you’re alive he can bear it. As long as he never has to see you there again, laying in a heap of your own blood, eyes dazed and unseeing, he will carry the sins that it takes to keep you alive and away from him.
I love you. I love you, and I’m sorry that someone like me ever fell for someone like you. I love you so much that the thought of being without me tears me to shreds. I love how you take care of my shikigami like they're your own. I love how every touch you give me heals something that I didn't know I was missing. I love you, and I need you to live more than I need air to breathe.
I love you, and even though I don't think you'll ever forgive me, I'll always follow wherever you go.
when gege tries to pull the ol "they're actually related" twist for the second time with the same character and all you care about is where tf megumi is
I imagine that the reason Megumi is so secretive and conscious about the privacy of his room, is because of you. It's because he keeps YOUR pictures next to his bed, on the bedside table, so that he can fall asleep looking at you. Which is why he knocked Yuji's head with the door when he peaked inside. To describe the reason in more detail? No one knows, but it's definitely you.
He has a different themed frame for each picture, to match their aesthetics and what you're wearing in it . He just can't help but put the best of his efforts to anything related to or for you.
Looking at your pictures first thing after waking up makes him start his day with a smile, looking at your pictures after returning to his dorm from a long and tiring day relaxes him, and looking at your pictures at night while he lays in his bed lulls him to sleep.
But those little pictures also become the reason behind his restlesness occasionally. You're a busy girl too, there's times where you have to leave for whole days. And that just makes his mind go wild with paranoia and worry for your well being. It's only natural after all. Even if he tries his best to convince Gojo to pair him with you whenever these long missions come up—Which is a matter he often ends up having his way in, he still doesn't always succeed, unfortunately. Not to mention, you have a life outside of him too, he acknowledged that you had to leave sometimes for personal reasons too. He has to say farewell to you, the term "farewell" being used because time without you passes so slow, it feels like a millennia. And he barely gets any sleep during these situations— because of two reasons.
Firstly, mainly due to his concern for your well being, with how dangerous your jobs are. He feels like he'd die of a heart attack the moment he hears something bad has happened to you.
And well, the second being due to how his body begins expressing how much he needs you. And those pictures of yours? They don't help. While he usually falls asleep looking at you, during times like these, they only bother him more. So during these lonely nights without you, those pictures as well as the hundreds on his phone's gallery become his relief.
I find it hard to believe that so many people find Valentino from Hazbin hotel attractive in any way o<–<
Like...seriously? The stuff he's done is already literally disgusting, but even if you try and ignore that and gaslight yourself into believing it never even happened, Valentino is still ugly as fuck, he looks like the 👽emoji :[
Me kicking my feet, giggling, squealing and jumping when my crush fucking touches my hand, and then proceed to write smut with a straight face like 2 hours later.
The sounds of sizzling oil and the smell of spices hit Megumi's senses and filled the room with a comfortable aroma, causing his drowsiness to disappear.
Getting off the couch, he began walking towards the kitchen. The food you cooked was almost as delicious as you.
Peeking into the kitchen, he saw you, bent over while putting something in the microwave. God it almost felt like you were wearing that short skirt to tease him specifically.
He knew he should feel like an ashamed pervert right now, but he doesn't, his mind is too clouded with the thoughts of being inside you.
He slowly approached you, akin to a panther preparing to pounce at its prey, without any sound.
You didn't realize he was there until the very last moment, as he caged your body from behind and buried his head into your neck, earning a surprised squeal from you.
"Ah- Megumi what're you doing?"
He wanted to reply with how he was hoping to do you, but he wasn't that unhinged just yet, so he just remained quiet, slowly pushing his hands up your cute oversized shirt, cupping your tits with ease, since you didn't wear a bra at home.
You sighed with satisfaction, leaning back into him as he massaged your chest. So much so, that you didn't realize when he quickly took his other hand away to slide your panties to the side.
He pushed your upper body down onto the shelf to rest, holding you down with one hand and positioning himself in front of your small hole with the other.
His huge dick pushed into you deliciously, you could feel every inch, especially with how sensitive your walls were right now. He hadn't fucked you in this position for a long while.
He only got harder looking at the way his cock disappeared into your heat everytime he thrusted in, how your legs shook as they began giving out already.
Suddenly, he saw the way you were desperately trying to turn the stove off, the pleasure he was giving you making it insanely hard for you to do so. Your words and pleas only coming out in the form of slurred words and pretty sounds.
He reached his hand out, turning it off for you, watching the way you relaxed again, drooling on the shelf as your hair fell on your face.
He tucked the strands behind your ear, bending down to give you kisses on the back of your neck.
He pumped into your tight hole faster, whispering a question into your ear,
"Re' you close, baby?"
You only nodded dumbly, at this point, your weren't even standing anymore, your legs just hung off the shelf, relying only on the shelf and Megumi's support.
And there it was, you shut your eyes tightly, but the same couldn't be said for your mouth, as you screamed out his name.
That sound threw him off the edge too, as he stuffed you with his cum. Soon after which, he said something to you in that husky voice of his.
"Oh, and I was here to ask you what you were cooking."
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Definitely didn't let the milk boil over while writing this in the kitchen-becausw I was distracted...
[Warnings: injury, bullying, cursing, Megumi kind of drinks your blood? I mean, that isn't creepy or anything, right?]
You hadn't expected to have been stopped by a group of 3 boys in the middle of the hallway to your chemistry class. Though, it wasn't something entirely unbelievable.
Unfortunately you knew who these dimwits were, having seen them around, being rowdy and loud. They were just trouble makers who considered your boyfriend an enemy of theirs, just because he put them in their place a few times.
However, using the term "Enemy" in this case would make anyone burst out with laughter. These guys weren't anything compared to Megumi at all. While they acted as if they were nemeses with him, in reality, their worth was a simple thorn in Megumi's side at best.
"You're that piece of shit's bitch, aren't you?" One of them called out to you.
Well this was...childish. You really did not feel like dealing with these guys. You were tired and wanted to quickly get to class, study and then get some rest.
So you decided to just walk ahead through them. But, they didn't really take you ignoring them well, as a taller one slapped you across your lower cheek, enough to cause your delicate lip to begin bleeding.
This got on your nerve enough for you to take action, as you kicked that one guy, making him fall to the ground.
His buddies surrounded him quickly, before cursing you out as you ran off to class with smirk on your face. Making a stop at the bathroom to wash your face and wound with soap.
You'd taken this very lightly, believing you'd had worse injuries in the past. This was nothing. Plus you taught the guy a lesson, right?
Megumi, however, heavily disagreed with you. Heavily.
When you finally reached to your class, surprisingly early, much to your disbelief, you noticed that there weren't many students there yet. Relieved, you approached your usual desk, 2 seats across from which Megumi sits.
He seemed to notice you immediately, and saw your wound even faster. It must've have been still bleeding. You hadn't bothered to go to the nurses office since you'd figured you were running late.
His brows furrowed as he pull you down to sit right beside him, "What the hell? Why are you bleeding?"
Quick to reply about your little encounter, you said, "Nothing much, there were these three guys who stopped me and-"
Megumi didn't listen any further. 3 guys? He knew who they were. The fact they even had the audacity to stop and talk to you made him irritated, but this? Making you bleed? Injuring you on your adorable, soft puffy lips which were only his to kiss? This didn't just make him angry, it filled him with rage.
As you began taking out a handkerchief to wipe it off, you got pulled close by him.
His tongue ran across from the bottom of the trail of blood on your chin, licking it up. You tried squirming away from him, even though you enjoyed this, but his hold was tight enough to not let you do that.
Having succeeded at not letting any of your precious blood go to waste, he took it all within himself, before giving you an actual kiss.
"Alright you're going to the nurse's office, there's still time before the teacher is here", he stood up, holding your hand as he waited for you to get up.
You were still stunned with what just happened, but you got up anyways, following his orders like a good girl.
As you both exited the classroom, he parted ways with you.
"Go ahead, I'll be back the same time you do, okay?"
"Alright- but wha-"
He left off without telling you where he was going. But you had a pretty good idea of where he was headed.
A while later, you got your lip checked and treated. As you begin walking out of the office, you were met with three familiar faces, three very bloodied faces. It was obvious that a simple trip here wouldn't be enough for the treatment of their injuries. Your suspicions only confirmed as you heard the nurse gasp on your way out.
After your small initial shock, you couldn't help but chuckle, heading back for class, just knowing that your boyfriend will be having another silly dispute with his sister for this.. But it was all fun and games at the end of the day, right?
[Tears, crying, fluff, no mention as to why reader is crying since i want the situation to fit into why YOU'VE been feeling down lately, kissing]
Megumi stirs around in his sleep, in between being asleep and awake. Subconscious. His eyes opened, lashes irritating him a little by interfering with his vision in the already mostly dark room. Rubbing his eyes before sitting up on the bed, he only stared at the wall in front of him for a bit, before realizing how thirsty he was.
As he reached his hand out to the bottle of water on his bedside table, his ears caught onto something. Something he found lovingly familiar. Your voice. Quietly drinking the water, he got off his bed, one foot after the other, trying his best not to make noise.
He approached the wall that separated you and him from each other, pressing his ear to it, only to have his heart stop for a moment. What is this? He heard those heartbreaking sobs, followed by breathy gasps and sighs. You were crying.
This isn't good.
His mind ran hundreds of thoughts through him. What should he do? Leave you alone? Give you space? Talk to you about it in the morning? Or just forget all of this and go back to sleep?
No...no... He cursed at himself for even thinking of leaving you alone. He already knew you well enough to know, that when you cried like this, you wanted someone to hear you no matter how much you tried quieting yourself down. That someone being him, specifically.
So there he was, grabbing the spare key to your room that you'd given to him with pleasure, and making his way to you, unlocking your door without a second thought.
Entering inside, his eyes darted around to look for you, seeing you on your bed, your cries having halted, as you looked up at him with wide eyes, your eyes red and tired. Your lips quivering, those adorable red swollen lips. He wanted to kiss you and tell you everything would be okay. Which is what he was going to do.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
You tried replying, but it was impossible without giving away how much you had been crying even more, as in your voice, it was evident.
"Tell me. Please."
He said please, getting on your bed, but that "please" didn't exactly sound like a plea though. You tried holding those tears back your best, but it simply didn't work, melting as his fingers contacted your skin. His touch had you defeated, your tears rushing out continuously, without a break, as you hugged him swiftly,crashing into his chest and calling out his name.
"Megumi...!"
Your tears stained his shirt, but that wasn't even something he thought of, only wrapping his hands around your waist. But it wasn't gentle, it was a tight hold. Not enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know that he wasn't gonna let go anytime soon.
He pulled you into his lap, as he rested his back against the bed frame, not even loosening his grip for a moment, letting you cry it all out.
He saw how exhausted you were with the way you hiccuped and shook in his arms, he knew that asking you what was wrong right now would be stressful for you. So, he just stroked you hair, before lifting your chin up gently.
"You can tell me everything tomorrow...Just sleep now. You'll be okay." He kissed your lips, making you whimper as he slid his tongue from right between them. That one sensational kiss turning into comforting little pecks on your forehead.
You nodded, nuzzling into him as your mind drifted away to sleep.
You slept like a little baby in his arms, making him think twice before deciding to rest your head on the pillow. He placed your body beside himself, before wrapping his strong arms around you, keeping you all to himself, his brows furrowed thinking about what could've happened to make you end up like this.
And there you both were, asleep in that one bed together, tangled with each other.
As long as he was around, you'd never stay hurt.
Was crying while I wrote this because some stuff happened, so I guess you could say that this piece is filled with emotion.
♡[Small titty reader, nsfw✞, no verbal consent but mutual desire, somnophilia, mentions of bullying, insecurity]♡
Megumi opened his eyes, waking up in the middle of the night again. This had become a common occurrence for a long time now, so he supposed he could say he was used to it.
His senses sharpened as he realized that you weren't next to him, having drifted away from him in your sleep, sleeping sideways, your back turned towards him. That must've been why he'd woken up, because you weren't near him, he thought to himself.
This was so annoying but so damn cute at the same time, how your little body moved on its own like this.
He reached out for you, gently gripping your arms as he pulled you back towards him. As expected, you didn't wake up. You must've been exhausted.
His eyes lowered, noticing your loose nightgown having slid up to your waist, giving him a view of your sweet panties. The failure of a nightgown didn't cover up more than half of your chest either. Your cute little tits.
Something came over him, his body heating up. He hands grazed over the flesh of your thighs, before making their way up your dress. His fingertips brushed over your hard nipples, as he began massaging them, earning quiet sighs from you.
He couldn't wait till you woke up, and looked at him with that one expression of yours. When you're embarrassed but turned on at the same time.
Not long after, your lashes fluttered open, startled at the sight of finding your boyfriend basically caging you as he gave wet kisses to your pathetic little breasts.
"M-megumi- what are you...."
There it was, the face he was waiting for you to make.
"Sorry baby, I got a little impatient, hope you don't mind."
He spoke so casually, looking down at you with his rare smile, as you took the chance to wrap your arms around your chest. Avoiding eye contact with him. You felt so embarrassed that he'd been staring and touching them for so long, maybe he thought they were ugly, maybe it made you less attractive, maybe it made you look like less of a woman.
All your maybes were interrupted by his voice, as he asked
"Why are you doing that?"
"...doing what...?"
"Why are you covering them up from me?"
"I just....don't like them..."
He paused, giving you a slightly confused and a little irritated look, before replying
"But I sure do."
You went quiet, heat rushing to your cheeks, having a hard time comprehending what he just said.
"So, let me show you how much I like them, okay?"
He swiftly pulled down your panties, discarding them somewhere in the dark room so that they could only be found by you in the morning. Aligning his pulsating dick with your pussy's puny little hole, pushing in mercilessly into your wet heat, he put his attention back to your cute little chest.
He sucked on them, kissed them, bit them, even slid his tongue across them and what not, while all you did was let out pretty little cries, and whimpers, clearly overstimulated as both your pussy and your tits received his undying attention.
You'd always been teased for the size of your chest by other girls, who you believed to be more beautiful just because they had more fat in their chest and by boys, who made fun of you, saying that having a pretty face wasn't enough. But right now, your boyfriend seems to be obsessed with their size, so...was this a dream? No, not with the pleasure you felt right now.
He felt so good right now.
Fucking you felt like fucking a tight little doll, his doll.
And your small boobs only contributed more to this thought of his.
The way you'd begun mewling in that way you always do, he knew you were at your climax. Which was perfect timing because so was he.
Pulling out quickly as he came, he spilled his cum all over your tits.
The view of your fucked out face with your adorable little titties drenched in his cum, stained with his red bite marks and purple hickeys, was a permanent image in his mind from now on, which he was sure he'd get off to the thought of whenever he was away from you.
As you managed to catch your breath again, you spoke up
"Megumi...you really like them...?"
"You're so fucking cute."
He took his shirt off, using it to wipe his cum and spit off of your breasts, discarding it to the side once he was done, before sliding your night gown back down, and pulling you into a tight hug, so that you don't move away from him during the rest of the night.
"Goodnight, I love you"
"Love you too, M'gumi"
He fell asleep instantly.
You smiled, leaning into his embrace before beginning to drift away as well.
