Haunted - Megumi Fushiguro 18+ MINORS DNI (Fem!reader)
Summary: You used to date Geto before he chose the darkness over everyone. The pain never truly left, even years later. But now you're with Megumi, someone who doesn't try to fix you, someone who just understands. So when a memory of Geto resurfaces and threatens to break you again, Megumi pulls you back into his arms. He is quiet, but he sure does know how to love you.
Genre: Romance, Fluff and smut, mentions of trauma from Geto LMFAO
You're a first-grade sorcerer, the same batch as Gojo, Shoko... and Geto.
Geto Suguru, who used to wipe your tears when you cried. Suguru, who always has a spare hair tie for you. Suguru, who would summon curses just to guard you when you're not looking. Your Suguru... who knew every inch of you like the back of his hand.
"Why?" You asked, voice trembling and cracking, barely able to choke back your tears as he turned away. You couldn't see him properly, only his silhouette, the tears blurring your vision. He never answered. Only whispered, "I'll come back for you. Once I've built the perfect world... I promise."
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
It wasn't supposed to end like that. You tried so hard to understand countless times, and you desperately tried reaching out. Tried to patch up the cracks forming beneath his feet, reminding him there was still good left in the world - even if he couldn't see it anymore. But neither Gojo's nor Shoko's voices got to him.
He wanted you gone. And if you weren't a sorcerer, you might've ended up like his parents.
You didn't care about this wretched world. You just wanted the one where you still held his hand and believed in a future together. That world was your definition of perfect. Why couldn't he see that? Just as he left, a part of you went with him. A hole you so desperately tried to fill as you wasted your days away carrying mission after mission until Gojo and Shoko pleaded for you to stop, locked you in your room for you to rest, like that did anything better - only left you alone with the silent cry of your deafening thoughts. You had to pull yourself from rock bottom, had to crawl your way out, and force yourself to eat despite wanting to vomit everything out with every bite you took. The hardest part? You knew everyone he left behind was mourning it just as you did. Gojo and Shoko were just better at hiding and coping with it on their own. You, on the other hand, were a pathetic mess.
Years passed. Wound scars, though never fully healed. Then came Megumi.
He didn't try to fix you; he simply understood. Understood the hollow ache you carried in your chest, the moments when your eyes glazed over with memories, the way your breath hitched at the sound of Geto's name.
Megumi never asked for more than you could give. He was good at offering his presence, staying at times you thought he wouldn't.
And he made you feel safe, like you were allowed to fall apart, and he would still accept you with open arms. It always surprised you how soft he could be, especially considering who his father was. You'd met Toji once, a man with a heavenly pact who was frightening on the battlefield. Sharp around the edges. Megumi had his face, sure - but he was nowhere near as cunning as that man. He was good to you.
Today, though... something he said - so casually - struck too close. A familiar phrase that Geto used to say, and before you knew it, you hadn't realized you were shaking until Megumi reached for your hand.
"Hey...look at me," he said softly. His fingers cradled your face, thumbs brushing away tears you hadn't noticed falling. "It's not him, I'm not him. You're here. You're ok with me."
You tried to speak, but your throat clenched, the pain crawling back like maggots. It wasn't love anymore, just the grief of how it all went wrong. It still leaves a bad taste in your mouth.
Megumi pulled you into his chest, wrapping you up in his warm embrace. His scent grounded you—the familiar smell of his shampoo and his favorite scent of laundry detergent on his clothes. Your fingers curled into his shirt, clinging tightly, a desperate, silent plea for him to stay.
"I've got you," he whispered into your hair. His lips found your temple first, then your cheek. You turned your face instinctively, and before either of you could second-guess it, his mouth met yours.
His kiss wasn't a promise to erase the past; he was a different warmth. A breath of fresh air you didn't know you needed. And for the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to melt into it. Let yourself feel wanted, let yourself be his.
When he pulled back, you were still trembling, your eyes a little wet, and Megumi cupped your face with a worried look painted across it.
"You're crying again," he says quietly. His thumb brushes under your eye. "Was it...him?"
You nod once. You don't have to say his name; he knows. He always knows.
He exhales through his nose, his jaw tight. "I hate how he still gets to hurt you," he mutters.
You smile meekly, tired that you're reminded of him again. "I hate it too."
There's a silence for a moment before he leans closer, brushing his nose against yours.
"You know," he murmurs, "you get this pout when you cry. It's kind of unfair how cute it is."
Your brows lift in surprise, and before you can stop it, a soft laugh escapes you. "Megumi-"
"What?" he says, feigning innocence, but you could see how his mouth twitches to hold back a smile. "I'm serious. It's distracting."
You giggle again, and this time you feel so much better. The weight lifting from your chest with every laugh.
"That's better," he says gently. "I love making you laugh. Even if it's through tears."
He steps closer, his hands resting on your thighs. His warm, serious look and soft, sharp eyes make you melt again.
Then, almost shyly, he asks, "Can I kiss you again?"
You pulled him in, enough for an answer to his question.
He kissed you deeper, his hands sliding slowly up your sides, lifting you onto the countertop of his kitchen. You gasp softly in his mouth, and the cold surface bites your legs.
"Still with me?" he asks, lips grazing your ear. You shudder at the feel of his warm breath on your earlobes, the tips of it probably blushing already.
"Yes," you whisper. "Please don't stop."
He caught your lips again as his fingers started unbuttoning your top, slowly taking his time with each button coming undone. When his hands finally touch bare skin, you shiver under his palms, a soft mewl escaping your lips, and he delights himself in having that effect on you.
“I want you to feel everything,” he says, forehead pressed to yours. “Every touch. Every breath. Me. Because you're mine now… and I won’t let your past haunt you. I will protect you from yourself if that's what it takes.”
Your heart fluttered. He's so precious to you, your sweet Megumin. He was good to you—too good. You pulled on his shirt, searing him with a sloppy kiss. His breath hitched as he felt your needy whimper against his lips and the way your body arched into his touch. He could feel the heat radiating off your skin, the desperation in the way your legs clung to him. It made him so possessive of you, the urge to take you, claim you, make you his in every way possible. He treasured your vulnerability, wanting to show that you could trust him with your heart, with all of your being.
Slowly, he trailed kisses down your neck to your collarbone. He loves taking his time to worship every inch of your skin; you love that about him. His manly hands mapped out the curves of your body, gripping it every now and then. He cupped your breasts, kneading them gently, feeling the weight of them in his palms. He could feel your nipples hardening under his touch, plump and begging for more.
His other hand found its way on your wet cunt, deliciously relishing on the sound of slick as he fondles your folds. He focused on your clit, rubbing on the sensitive bundle of nerves as he thrust two fingers deep inside your fluttering hole. He pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that spot that never fails to make your toes curl. He could feel you were close, your gummy walls tightening around his slender fingers. But before you could see the stars of your orgasm, he greedily pulled out, earning a whimper of desperation from you.
"Fuck - Megumi," you whined. He would usually let you cum but he was teasing you, his possessiveness taking over.
He settled himself between your thighs, pushing your skirt up and moving your panties aside, not even bothering to take them off. His hard length nestled against your drenched cunt. He looked up at you, half-lidded eyes dark and full of hunger. Your heart skipped a beat, it's not the first time you've seen him this way, but god, it's always an eye-candy. Slowly, torturously, he pushed forward, sheathing himself inside you, inch by inch, the veins of his dick grinding your entrance as he stretched your cunt loose. He had to pause, his breathing ragged, your pussy warm around his throbbing cock. You were so incredibly tight, so perfect, like you were made just for him.
"Shit," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Gonna fuck you now, angel"
You hugged him close, face nestled in the crook of his neck as you nodded.
He started to move then, slow and deep strokes that had him pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in balls deep to the hilt. He sets a steady rhythm, refusing to go faster despite your hips buckling in desperation, your back arching. The obscene sound of the squelch mewing up the room. He could feel your body starting to move with his, meeting his thrusts with the roll of your hips. He groped your ass, making sure you don't hurt yourself on the hard surface as he pounded into you mercilessly.
He reached down to where you were joined, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles over the sensitive nub. He could feel you were close, his breath hitched and he hissed when your stupid cunt gripped his veiny cock in earnest desperation. His hips snapped forward, rutting into you harder, faster, stimulated by your needy cries and the way your body trembled with every cant of his hips. He could feel the tension building in his own body, the coil of heat in his gut winding tighter and tighter as he chased your high.
"Come for me, sweet girl," he growled in between huffs, "Come on this dick angel. Wanna hear you scream my name- fuck"
He rubbed your clit harder, the rough pad of his thumb circling your sweetest sensitive spots as he pistoned into you, lewd sounds of skin slapping filling the room. He could feel your body tensing, your back arching off the counter as your orgasm crashed over you, gushing at the wave of pleasure. The feeling of your walls rippling around his length was too much, and when you screamed his name, he followed you over the edge. His hips jerked forward one last time as he buried inside you as deep as he could go. His needy cock pulsing cum out of him, filling your pliant walls up, the rest dripping out of the plump of your thighs.
He leaned his weight on you, his chiseled body heavy, sated as he struggled to catch his breath. You were both slick with sweat, trembling from the aftershocks of your climax, chests still heaving. He brushed your hair back from your face, looking down at you with a mix of awe and adoration.
He's so adorable. You blushed at the thought.
He leaned down to capture your swollen lips in a deep, lingering kiss. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, panting as you both came down from the heights of your passion.
Megumi Fushiguro, he really is good to you. You would do anything not to let the shackles of your past ruin what you have now.
"I'm yours, Megumin. I love you, too, sweet boy." You said half teasingly. He hated being called "boy," which made him feel like a child.
His nose scrunched, his brows furrowing slightly. "Told you not to call me that..." he murmured.
You giggled as he pouted.
"I'm your man. Or do you want me to prove that again?"
You laughed breathlessly, resting your head on his shoulder, your heart finally light. For the first time in a long time, you saw it in a different light. No, your past didn't haunt you; it only showed how far you'd come. And as he held you there in the warmth of his kitchen, clothes all over the place, hair in a mess, chests still slightly out of breath, you smiled to yourself.
Just as Megumi leaned in to kiss you again, a loud thud and banging echoed from outside the front door, followed by Gojo’s obnoxious voice:
“Megumi-chan~ open up! I brought snacks and souvenirs that look stupidly angry like you!”
Megumi's eye twitched. He groaned and muttered under his breath, "I swear to god-"
He turned his head toward the door, eyes in a fury, raising his voice.
"You bastard, get lost!!! You've got the worst timing!"
"You hurt me Megumin~~ But I'll be back later - with better timing!" You can hear him snicker outside like a plotting witch.
As his footsteps faded, you burst into laughter, and Megumi rolled his eyes in a quiet smile.
"Sorry about him," he mumbled.
You grinned, cupping his cheek. "Don't be. I already have everything I need right here."
He kissed you again, slower this time.
And finally, everything felt so right.
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