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cre8inghavoc · 9 months ago

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What are friends for?

PT. 6

Status: ongoing!!

Updates: no set date.

WC: 3780

Pairing: megumi fushiguro x FEM!reader

Genre/Warnings:[18+] Characters are aged up. This story contains toxic boyfriend, cursing, name calling, self-doubt/hate, angst, breaking up, post-breakup, alcohol, drug use, drunk moments, new friends, dating!au, college!au, no curses!au, dark humour, dark jokes. SMAU.

RECAP:

"Why..." Your voice trembles with emotion. "Why are you so kind to me? You barely even know me..." you say, feeling a surge of sadness.

He holds your chin gently, tilting your head up to meet his gaze fully. A smirk plays on his lips, sending a shiver down your spine. He's so effortlessly attractive... his gaze alone stirs something deep within you, igniting a rush of desire. If only he knew the effect he has on you...

"And there's a lot you don't know about me, sweetheart."

You start to respond, but before you can utter a word, you watch in pure shock as he slowly brings his hand to his mouth, still locking eyes with you. With deliberate intent, he places your last edible on his tongue and swallows it.

You stare at him, utterly shocked. Trying to wrap your head around his actions and motives becomes a challenge, especially with the haze induced by the drugs clouding your thoughts. Why in the world would he take your last edible?

"Megs... why would you do that?" you ask, your words a bit slurred from the drugs.

"Why would you?" he shoots back, still close, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your cheek, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

"I... do you even know how strong it is?" you try to divert the conversation, struggling to keep up with his questioning about your own choices.

"Tell me," he urges softly, his gaze now heavy-lidded, a whole new energy flowing from him that sets your pulse racing. It's like he's looking at you with hunger, and before you realize it, you're squirming slightly, trying to ease the sudden heat pooling between your thighs.

"I... it's around 35mg..." you manage to stammer out.

He just hums in response, one knee finding its place on the bed for support as he leans closer, never breaking eye contact. Your heart thumps wildly as he inches closer to you, his eyes flicking between your lips and your eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he notices your breath hitching.

You can't help but giggle at a sudden idea that pops into your head.

"What's so funny, angel?" he asks, his tone sweet and curious.

"Oh, just a silly thought," you dismiss, feeling a bit embarrassed about the idea.

"Tell me, I want to know," he insists, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Are you sure you want to know?" you tease, flashing him a playful smile.

"Absolutely, angel," he replies with a grin.

"I was just thinking about how our friends were so surprised to see us together earlier... wouldn't it be hilarious if we pranked our friends into thinking we were together? I mean, it's kind of silly, but..." you trail off, chuckling at the absurdity of the idea.

"Let's do it," he says, his smirk growing wider as he continues to stroke your cheek with his thumb.

"Really?" you exclaim, surprised by his response. You hadn't expected him to agree to such a stupid plan, but the idea excites you nonetheless.

"Yeah, it would be funny to see their reactions. So, how do we pull it off?" he asks, watching as your face lights up at his agreement. He can't help but find you utterly adorable.

"Okay, so I was thinking we could take some pictures together, like holding hands or something, and then post them on our Twitter pages. That way, they'll see them in the morning..." you explain, your excitement bubbling over.

"Sounds perfect. Give me your phone," he says.

You hand him your phone, watching as he opens the camera app and then takes your hand in his. Your heart flutters at the touch, and you glance up at him as he snaps the picture. As he focuses intently on capturing the picture, you can't help but feel a rush of warmth coursing through you at the sensation of his touch. It's just for the photos, you remind yourself, but the way his hand feels against yours sends shivers down your spine. Despite knowing it's all part of the prank, his touch alone manages to stir up a rush of emotions within you. Once he's done, he passes the phone back to you, a soft smile on his lips.

"You can post this one. It looks good," he says, still holding your hand.

You open Twitter and upload the photo, with Megumi responding to the tweet to make it seem more believable.

Setting your phone aside, you realize that he's still holding onto your hand, and the realization sends a wave of flustered excitement through you. The intensity of the moment seems to increase with each passing second, and you can sense that he feels it too from the way he's looking at you. His gaze locks onto yours, and you feel a magnetic pull drawing you closer together.

"Think I know another way to make it more believable..." Megumi's voice carries a hint of mischief as he speaks up.

As he leans in, his eyes flicker down to your lips, signalling his intentions, and your heart races in anticipation of what's to come. "Meg-" you start to say, but he leans back from your face, teasing you, and you hate how he's pulling away again. But something inside you snaps. Maybe it's because you’re intoxicated, maybe it's sheer desperation, but you can't hold back any longer. You need it... You need him... So, you grab ahold of his wrist and pull him back over you, his smirk widening. For a brief moment, you lock eyes, both of you breathing heavily, and without hesitation, he crashes his lips onto yours.

Finally... finally, his lips meet yours, and a fierce hunger flares to life within both of you. Fueled by raw desire and longing, you surrender to the intoxicating embrace, every touch, every kiss, a testament to the passion that's been simmering between you.

Suddenly, he bites your bottom lip, drawing a soft moan from you as he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Climbing onto the bed above you, he grasps the back of your neck, deepening the kiss, eliciting another moan from you that causes him to groan in response. It feels as though his body has a mind of its own, perhaps the effects of the weed already kicking in. You find yourself instinctively reaching up to caress his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch. Slowly, your fingers trail down his abs, tempted to tug at the hem of his sweater and pull it off, but you know you shouldn't. Instead, you slip your hand under his sweater, relishing the sensation of his warm, bare skin against your fingertips. You feel his abs tense beneath your touch, revealing the effects you have on him.

Fuck… he's so toned…

The craving for more of him is overwhelming, but you know you shouldn't give in. Reluctantly, you pull away, locking eyes with him once more.

"We shouldn't," you murmur softly.

"Yeah," he agrees, still lost in your gaze.

All you can do is bite your lip and return his gaze, fighting the urge to pull him back in.

Suddenly, he swiftly lifts you up and gently turns you onto the bed, positioning himself beneath you. He situates you on his lap, his hand still on your cheek before trailing down your neck, his thumb grazing your lip before placing his hand around your throat.

"You're just so beautiful," he murmurs, applying gentle pressure, enough to allow you to breathe.

Then, he pulls you in for another kiss, this time even more passionate than before.

Caught off guard, you let out a gasp, unable to contain the rush of emotions coursing through you. It's almost impossible to resist him; he's undeniably attractive, and his presence alone makes you feel like you're on fire. The way he makes you feel special, calling you beautiful and igniting sensations that pulse through your body—it's intoxicating. The thought of him being able to sense just how much he affects you is both thrilling and utterly embarrassing. But in this moment, it's like nothing else matters except the desire that burns between you.

He gently pulls away from your lips, leaving you momentarily confused.

"Give me your phone," he requests suddenly.

"What? Why?" you inquire, puzzled by his sudden request.

"Give it to me, angel," he repeats softly.

You can't help but melt a little at that pet name. You love when he calls you that. Unable to resist, you hand over your phone, watching as he returns to the camera app and snaps a picture of you on top of him.

"What was that for?" you ask, a smile tugging at your lips as you gaze down at him.

He turns the phone to show you the photo.

"You look way too pretty like this," he remarks, and the words alone send a jolt of heat through you. It's as if he has a direct line to your desires, because just hearing him say that makes you feel even more aroused. You swear he must sense it, cause in that moment, his gaze drifts down to your thighs before returning to meet your eyes, a wide grin spreading across his face.

As you glance at the photo on your phone, you can't deny the aesthetic appeal of the scene captured: him beneath you, his hand delicately around your neck. It's undeniably alluring, and you can't help but enjoy this moment more. But beneath the surface, a conflict rages within you, tearing at your heart and clouding your thoughts. On one hand, there's an undeniable attraction pulling you towards him, urging you to give in to the intense desires that swirl between you. Yet, on the other hand, there's a voice of reason cautioning you against rushing into something new, especially when you're still healing from the scars of your past. It's a battle between the longing for his touch and the need to protect yourself no.... to protect him from potential heartache, because of how fucked up you are. Caught in this internal struggle, you find yourself torn between what you want and what you know you should do. You know you crave him, want him more than anything, but the timing feels all wrong. You've just ended a toxic relationship, and diving into another one feels… reckless. As much as you want him, you know deep down that you're not ready for it, that you don't deserve him, not now, not in your mental state. So, despite the overwhelming temptation, you force yourself to pull back, to resist the urge for something more, knowing that it's the best choice for both of you, at least for now…

"Hey... are you okay? Did I say something wrong?" Megumi's voice is laced with concern as you suddenly move away from him.

"No, no, not at all," you hastily assure him, trying to quell the rising guilt within you. "I'm just feeling a bit dizzy and tired, that's all."

You offer him a reassuring smile, wanting to convey that the time you spent together was enjoyable. But deep down, you wrestle with the guilt of holding back your true feelings. You want to be with him, but you know rushing into something new wouldn't be fair to either of you.

"Alright, let's sleep then," he says, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

"Goodnight, angel," he murmurs softly.

"Goodnight, Megs," you reply, feeling a warmth spreading through you at the endearment. With his kiss lingering on your skin, you close your eyes, allowing yourself to drift into a peaceful slumber.

You both slip under the covers and eventually drift off to sleep. This time feels different, though. With him beside you, you feel a sense of safety and security wash over you, as if all your worries have melted away. There's a peacefulness in the way you sleep, knowing he's right there next to you, and for the first time in a while, you find yourself able to truly relax and let go.

"W-what the fuck?!" Nobara's voice pierces through the room, causing you to jolt awake in surprise and terror. You lean up, your heart racing, and see her standing at Megumi's door, staring at the two of you in disbelief.

As you glance at Megumi, you realize the compromising position you both fell asleep in: his arm wrapped around your waist, your head resting on his shoulder, and one leg draped over his. Quickly, you move back, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you realize how it must look.

"Why didn't you tell us you're together?!" Nobara's voice is loud and accusatory as she addresses both of you.

You and Megumi exchange a sheepish glance before bursting into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. Just then, you hear Itadori rushing towards Nobara, concern evident in his voice.

"What the heck happened?! Are you guys okay?" Itadori questions, his eyes wide with alarm as he rushes into the room, not initially noticing the situation.

"We're fine, but look!" Nobara shows Itadori her phone, displaying your Twitter feed and the photo you posted.

"What the heck, Megumi? You said you weren't together?!" Itadori's surprise is evident as he glances up at Megumi. Suddenly, his gaze falls upon you, still in bed beside Megumi, and realization dawns on him. Shock registers on his face as he processes the unexpected revelation.

Still chuckling at their reactions, you exchange amused glances with Megumi, who simply shrugs with a smirk on his face.

You and Megumi exchange a knowing glance, silently agreeing to play along with the prank. Without saying a word about your "relationship" (or lack thereof), you both decide to keep up the charade by not giving any definitive answers. It'll be much more amusing to let them speculate and question the authenticity of your supposed relationship as you continue to post more relationship-like pictures on your feed. With mischievous smiles, you both nod in agreement, ready to keep the prank going for as long as possible.

As the week passes by, you realize it's been a while since you've hung out with your friends, including Megumi. It's not that you've been intentionally avoiding him, but there's a nagging feeling inside you, a sense that getting too close to him might lead to something you're not ready for… Truth is, you're scared… scared of getting too close to him, scared of losing control over your feelings, you're hesitant to pursue a relationship, not due to lack of readiness, but because you're grappling with the emotional scars left behind by your past.

Every time you're around him, you feel this undeniable pull, an urge to be closer to him in every way possible. It's not just physical attraction; it's a desire to hold his hand, to spend endless hours talking to him, to have him by your side always.

You don't even realize it, but you've been unintentionally brushing off Megumi's attempts to reach out to you. It's not like you're doing it on purpose; life just seems to be pulling you in a hundred different directions right now.

You've made some big decisions recently, like deciding to move out of your house and transfer to a new school. It's a mix of wanting a fresh start but also feeling scared… Your ex-boyfriend's threats still hang over you like a dark cloud, reminding you of the danger you're trying to escape.

The decision to move homes and schools wasn't easy, but it felt necessary for your own safety. You're terrified of what your ex might do, and you'd rather not take any chances. Initially, you were planning to stay with one of your friends temporarily until you figured out your next move. However, when Yuta and Maki suggested moving in with Inumaki, given the ample space in his house (due to his parents being rich), the opportunity seemed too good to pass up.

With five bedrooms available, one for each of you, and even a gaming room for Toge, the prospect of living with your friends fills you with excitement. Not only will you get to see them every day at school, but now you'll also have the chance to spend time with them at home. It feels like the perfect solution to your current difficult situation, offering safety, companionship, and a fresh start all in one.

As your move-out date approaches, you realize you haven't even started packing, let alone arrange for moving trucks to haul your stuff. Thankfully, you don't have much furniture to worry about; it's mainly your personal belongings in your room and your TV that you want to take with you.

But before diving into your own packing, you're determined to rid your home of any reminders of your ex-boyfriend. You gather up everything that holds a piece of him: his sweaters, sweatpants, photos of you both, the jewelry he once gifted you, and even the love letters from the beginning of your relationship, when he wasn’t such a shitty person. As much as you're tempted to toss it all out or maybe even burn it, you can't bring yourself to do it. Despite everything, you're not the kind of person to be petty. So, you pull out your phone and shoot him a text, asking him to swing by and collect his things.

You open the door to find your ex standing there, a smirk playing on his lips as he greets you. You can't help but roll your eyes at his cocky demeanor.

"Missed me, sweetheart?" he taunts, but you're not having any of it.

"Oh, shut it. Don't bother coming in fully," you retort, cutting him off before he can take his shoes off.

"I'm just giving you your things, then you can leave."

"Sure, whatever," he replies, rolling his eyes in response to your dismissal.

As you head to the kitchen to retrieve his belongings, you're interrupted by another knock at the door. You hesitate, wondering if you're just hearing things, but ultimately decide to ignore it and continue with your task. Grabbing the box of his stuff, you make your way back to the living room.

Meanwhile, your ex opens the door slightly to find a tall boy with dark hair standing outside. Recognition flickers in his eyes; he remembers this boy from last week, the one who stayed at your house. A smirk spreads across his face as he realizes how the tables have turned.

Megumi stares at your ex with a thousand thoughts racing through his mind. Why is your ex here, in your house? Was this why you've been avoiding him? The questions linger, unspoken, as a tense silence settles between them. He refuses to let his true emotions show, masking his hurt and confusion behind his usual nonchalant facade. He stares at your ex, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he's affected by the situation. Breaking the tense silence between them, Megumi finally speaks up.

"Where's Y/N?" he asks, his tone casual despite the turmoil swirling inside him.

"She's busy right now. Do you need something?" your ex responds, clearly enjoying this more.

"Yeah, tell her to call me when she's not busy," Megumi replies evenly, refusing to let your ex get under his skin.

"Will do, bro," your ex says with a smirk, enjoying the tension before Megumi turns to leave.

Megumi walks back to his car with measured steps, his expression carefully neutral, betraying none of the chaos within. As he reaches his car, he pauses, taking a moment to collect himself before getting in. Once seated behind the wheel, he lets out a silent sigh, his facade finally dropping as he allows himself to acknowledge the uneasy emotions swirling inside him. With a heavy heart, he starts the engine, steeling himself to navigate the storm of feelings that threaten to consume him.

As you make your way back to the living room, the sound of your ex's voice blends with another, familiar one at the door.

Was that Megumi?

A sinking feeling settles in your stomach, and you quicken your pace, but it's too late. You watch helplessly as Megumi gets into his car and drives off, leaving you standing there in a state of panic.

Realization hits you like a ton of bricks as you grasp how the situation must have appeared to him, especially since you haven't spoken much since you shared your first kiss. The weight of the misunderstanding presses down on you, and you curse yourself for not reaching out sooner to explain the situation. You realize now that you should have let him know about your plans to move out and how you only invited your ex over to collect his belongings before packing up and moving in with your friends.

Driven by a mix of frustration and desperation, you quickly kick your ex out of your house once you gave his stuff, disregarding his protests as your thoughts are consumed by Megumi. With trembling fingers, you pull out your phone and dial his number repeatedly, each call going straight to voicemail. The unanswered rings only serve to heighten your anxiety, amplifying the sense of urgency to set things right.

Fuck... Megumi, please answer me....

You try calling him a few more times, hoping he'll pick up, but it's no use. The silence on the other end only increases your anxiety more. You know you should probably give him some space and time to cool down, but the fear of losing him grips you tightly. Your mind races with a bunch of thoughts, and your hands shake uncontrollably as you attempt to text him. You have to remind yourself to take deep breaths before you can even begin to type out your messages.

Looking back at the last messages you exchanged only deepens the feeling of self-loathing within you. You remember shutting him down when he invited you to hang out with his friends, and then ignoring his goodnight text. The realization hits hard– you've been acting like an asshole. And then, him seeing your ex at your house only adds to your guilt and shame. You wouldn't blame him if he decided to cut you off completely.

You really fucked up this time.

Now that your ex has retrieved his belongings, you're on a tight deadline to get everything packed by the end of the day. You have to move out tonight, especially since you're starting at a new school tomorrow. Plus, moving everything out today will make it much easier to settle into your new room before school starts. And, it's a good way to pass the time until 6:40 PM tonight, when you plan to head to the park.... Tonight will be the moment of truth to see if he decides to show up. You're overwhelmed with the need to apologize for your silence all week and for turning down his invitations to hang out. And then there's the mess with your ex, which just adds to the chaos. You really want to explain to him that your ex was only there to pick up his stuff before you move, but it's hard to make him understand when you hadn't even mentioned your plans to move to begin with.

It just feels like everything is just spiralling out of control...

please ignore the twitter likes being different and the times on the texts —I was kinda too lazy to fix them....

i originally wanted the time on y/ns text to megumi (her spamming him) to be set at 11:20am but it lit wouldn't work so i gave up...

Also, not totally sold on this chapter, feels like I rushed it a bit.... well not necessarily rushed but to be honest, I had a hard time figuring out how to end it. Had a few ideas but none of them rly felt good enough and i kinda wanted to set up the next chap with the way i was going to end it....

sorry if this is confusing its 3:40am and ive been writing for hours.... 😀

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