bsf!megumi fic where: a misunderstanding leads to tension between reader and megs
warnings: smut, slight angst, happy ending, soft dom megumi, toge is gay in this
ps: not to be a larper but ik toges words do have specific canon meanings, however I did not know them when making this so when toge speaks (only once) he just says salmon so disregard that if the meaning doesn’t fit/ pretend it does
The late afternoon sun filtered through the high windows of the Jujutsu High training hall, casting long, golden blocks of light across the wooden floor. You wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead, catching your breath as Toge Inumaki easily deflected your last strike, offering you a small, encouraging nod.
"Salmon" he murmured softly, holding out a hand to help you up.
You took it with a laugh, leaning into him briefly as you recovered your footing. To anyone looking from the outside, the easy affection, the shared smiles, and the comfortable physical closeness might look like a budding romance. But you knew the truth—Toge had confided in you months ago about his absolute, unwavering attraction to men. He was your best friend, a safe haven in a world full of curses, and your favorite training partner.
But Megumi Fushiguro didn’t know that.
Standing in the shadow of the doorway, Megumi felt a cold, sharp knot tighten in his chest. He had come to ask you if you wanted to grab dinner, but the sight of you laughing, flushed and happy, with your hands wrapped around Toge’s arm made him freeze. A bitter, foreign taste rose in his throat. Jealousy. It was an emotion he prided himself on avoiding, yet watching Toge gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear made Megumi’s fists clench in his pockets.
Without a word, he turned on his heel and walked away into the darkening corridor.
The shift in Megumi's demeanor was instantaneous, and it lasted the rest of the day. During Gojo’s evening lecture, Megumi sat as far away from you as possible. When you tried to catch his eye, he looked out the window. When you passed him a note scribbled on a piece of scrap paper, he left it unopened on his desk.
By the time classes were dismissed, you had reached your limit. You caught up to him in the courtyard, grabbing his uniform sleeve. "Megumi, wait. What is wrong with you today? You’ve been acting like I don’t exist."
He didn't look at you, keeping his gaze fixed on the gravel path. "Nothing is wrong. I’m just tired."
"You're a terrible liar," you said softly, stepping in front of him to force him to look at you. His dark eyes were guarded, holding a strange, bruised look that made your heart ache. "Come over to my dorm tonight. We’ll watch a movie, order some food, and just relax. Please? To clear the air."
Megumi sighed, a long, weary sound. He wanted to refuse. He wanted to go back to his room and wallow in the irritating realization that he had fallen deeply in love with his best friend. But looking at your earnest expression, he couldn't bring himself to say no.
"Fine," he muttered, deflating. "I'll be there in an hour."
An hour later, Megumi walked down the quiet hallway of the second-year dorms. His mind was still a chaotic mess of jealousy and longing. When he reached your door, he didn't knock—you two had an open-door policy that had lasted for months. He turned the knob and stepped inside.
"Hey," he called out softly, but the main room was empty. The TV was on, casting a blue glow over the bed, but you weren't there.
Hearing a faint rustle from the bathroom, Megumi assumed you were brushing your teeth or washing your face. Wanting to get the confrontation over with, he walked over and pushed the unlocked door open. "Are you almost—"
The words died in his throat.
You were standing in the center of the bathroom, completely naked, holding a oversized t-shirt in your hands, just about to pull it over your head. The warm light of the bathroom bathed your skin in a soft, cream-colored glow. Megumi’s breath hitched. Time seemed to stop as his eyes swept over the curve of your waist, the soft slope of your hips, and the flush rising rapidly on your chest.
"Megumi!" you gasped, dropping the shirt to cover yourself.
His face flushed a violent, burning crimson. "I-sorry-I didn't-" He slammed the door shut, leaning his forehead against the cool wood of the hallway wall, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs.
He closed his eyes, but the image of your bare body was burned into his retinas. A sudden, heavy heat pooled low in his stomach. By the time the bathroom door clicked open a few minutes later, Megumi was desperately trying to adjust his posture, shifting his weight to hide the prominent, undeniable ridge pressing against his trousers.
You stepped out, dressed in the oversized shirt and soft shorts, your cheeks still pink. "I'm sorry, I should have locked it."
"No, it's my fault. I should have knocked," Megumi said, his voice a gravelly octave lower than usual. He crossed his arms tightly over his lap as he sat down on the edge of your bed, desperately trying to conceal his erection.
You sat down next to him, noticing the rigid tension in his shoulders. "Megumi... please tell me what’s going on. You’ve been distant all day. Is it something I did?"
Megumi looked away, his jaw tight. "It’s nothing. You didn't do anything."
"Is it about Toge?" you asked gently, a sudden lightbulb going off in your head. "I saw you watching us at the training field."
Megumi stiffened. The jealousy reared its head again, ugly and sharp. "I don't care who you train with. Or who you hang out with. It's none of my business."
"Megumi," you said, leaning in closer, your voice dropping to a soothing whisper. "Toge is gay. He’s been out to me for months. We’re just friends. Best friends, like you and me. Well... maybe a little different than you and me."
Megumi froze. The heavy, suffocating knot in his chest suddenly unraveled, leaving him feeling completely foolish but intensely relieved. "He's... what?"
"Gay," you repeated, a small, knowing smile playing on your lips. "So, were you jealous?"
"No," Megumi lied immediately, though the bright red tint returning to his ears betrayed him completely. "I wasn't. I don't get jealous."
You let out a soft laugh, deciding to let him keep his pride for now. "Okay. If you say so."
You pulled the blankets back, inviting him to crawl in beside you. Megumi hesitated, then slid beneath the covers, lying on his back while you propped yourself up on your side. The movie started playing on the screen, but neither of you was watching it.
Megumi’s eyes kept darting to you. Now that the anger was gone, the raw, lingering desire from seeing you naked was all that remained. In the dim light of the TV, your skin looked incredibly soft. The oversized shirt had slipped slightly off one of your shoulders, exposing your collarbone. His throat felt dry. He wanted to touch you so badly it physically ached.
You turned your head, catching him staring.
The air between you grew thick, charged with an undeniable, heavy romantic tension. The ambient sound of the movie faded into the background. Megumi didn't look away this time. His dark eyes searched yours, filled with a quiet, burning intensity that made your breath catch.
Slowly, as if asking for permission, Megumi reached out. His knuckles brushed against your cheek, his touch so light and gentle it felt like a whisper. You leaned into his palm, closing your eyes for a brief second before looking back at him.
"Megumi..." you whispered.
He didn't answer with words. He leaned in, closing the distance between you.
The first kiss was agonizingly soft. His lips hovered over yours, testing, tasting, a gentle press of warmth that made you sigh against his mouth. But as you reached up to cup the back of his neck, pulling him closer, the restraint he had been holding onto all day finally snapped.
The kiss deepened. Megumi’s tongue parted your lips, sliding inside with a possessive, heavy stroke that made a soft whimper escape your throat. He groaned, shifting his body until he was hovering over you, his weight pressing you down into the mattress. His hands slid down to your waist, gripping your hips through your shorts, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the hard, rigid length of him pressing against your thigh, confirming what he had tried to hide earlier.
Megumi broke the kiss, trailing his lips down your jawline to the sensitive skin of your neck. He sucked gently, leaving a faint mark, making you arch into his touch.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured against your skin, his voice rough and laced with uncharacteristic reverence. "So beautiful, regular words don't even make sense. I’ve wanted this for so long."
He took his time, completely unhurried. He worshipped your body with his hands and lips, sliding your shirt up to expose your skin to the cool air of the room, only to heat it back up with his mouth. Every touch was deliberate, soft but firm, ensuring you felt entirely cherished.
When he finally rid both of you of your clothes, the sight of you beneath him made his breath hitch all over again. He settled between your thighs, his chest pressing against yours. He was trembling slightly, overwhelmed by the sheer intimacy of the moment.
"Look at me," he whispered, his fingers tangling with yours, pinning your hands gently to the mattress beside your head.
You opened your eyes, looking up into his dark, blown-out pupils.
"You're doing so well for me," he praised softly, kissing your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. "Just relax. I'm going to take care of you."
He guided himself to your center, entering you with a slow, agonizingly gentle push. You gasped, your hips rolling up to meet him instinctively. Megumi paused, letting you adjust to his size, his thumb wiping away a stray tear of pure sensation from your cheek.
"Good girl," he whispered, his voice a deep, gravelly purr that sent shivers down your spine. "You're so tight around me. You feel perfect."
As he began to move, the pace remained slow and deeply intimate. Every thrust was deep and deliberate, accompanied by a steady stream of soft, breathless praise.
"Look at how well you take me. That’s it, love. Right there?" He groaned as you tightened around him, his pace quickening just a fraction, losing himself in the warmth of your body. "You're amazing. Everything about you is perfect."
The friction and the intensity built, a sweet, heavy ache coiling tight in your lower stomach. You cried out his name, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back as your climax crashed over you. Watching your face contort with pleasure was the final thread for Megumi. With a low, guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside you one last time, spilling himself into you as his own release tore through him.
Megumi collapsed gently beside you, careful not to put his full weight on you. His chest was heaving, his skin slick with a light sweat. Almost immediately, he pulled the blankets over both of you, shielding you from the cool air.
He didn't pull away. Instead, he gathered you into his arms, tucking your head securely beneath his chin. His hand stroked your back in long, soothing circles, his touch incredibly tender.
"Are you okay?" he murmured, kissing the top of your head. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," you breathed, wrapping your arms around his torso, feeling completely safe and warm. "It was perfect."
"You were perfect," he corrected softly, his voice full of an immense, profound affection. "I love you. I'm sorry I was such an idiot today."
"I love you too, Megumi," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest.
He pulled you even closer, his fingers gently tangling in your hair as your breathing synced up in the quiet room, the jealousy of the afternoon completely forgotten, replaced entirely by the soft, enduring warmth of his love
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