#megumi cheating

[eternalfarae]

Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, language, and situations, including voyeurism and emotional manipulation. All characters are 18 years or older. If any of these themes are not to your liking, please proceed with caution. • toxic megumi,soft yuji •

Megumi x reader x yuji

You stroll down the dimly lit hallway, the echo of footsteps from distant classrooms your only company. A muffled sound reaches your ears, faint but insistent. It's a moan, definitely human, and definitely not from a place where it should be. Your curiosity piqued, you pause, straining to pinpoint the source.

A soft voice, a girl's, floats down, "Meg... Megumi!" It's a name you know all too well—your heart skips a beat as the words resonate through the silence. You've heard that name whispered in the hallways, seen the way girls at school giggle when he passes by, and felt the cold shoulder from those who know you two are together. But why would she be calling out for him here, in the school's abandoned rooftop?

You tiptoe closer, each step feeling like it's echoing through your very soul. Your hand clutches the railing, your knuckles turning white as you lean over to peek through the narrow gap between the stairs and the rooftop. Your breath catches in your throat when you see them, Megumi Fushiguro, your supposed boyfriend, with his pants around his ankles, and a girl you don't recognize sprawled on the dusty concrete, her legs wrapped around his waist. The sight is like a punch to the gut, and you feel like you're watching a movie scene that's been paused mid-action.

Tears begin to well in your eyes, the first one slipping down your cheek, leaving a warm trail that feels like a brand. The sound of your own breathing fills your ears, heavy and painful, as the reality of the situation sinks in. You can't believe it—not Megumi, not with someone else. The betrayal is a thick, palpable thing in the air, choking you.

As you make your way home, the world feels like it's spinning out of control. Your feet feel heavy, each step a struggle as you replay the scene in your mind over and over again. The rain starts to fall, cold droplets mixing with your tears, creating a sad, blurry mess on your cheeks. You don't bother to wipe them away; you're beyond caring what you look like.

When you finally reach the sanctuary of your room, you throw your bag onto the floor and collapse onto the bed, the soft mattress not providing the comfort you crave. Your phone, a silent accomplice to your pain, lies on the floor, forgotten until it vibrates. The screen lights up with a message from Megumi, saying he misses you. The irony is so bitter it's like a slap in the face. You snatch it up, your eyes burning with rage and despair.

With a growl, you hurl the phone across the room, watching as it smashes against the wall. The sound echoes through the quiet space, a physical manifestation of the chaos in your heart. Shards of glass scatter, glinting in the light like a shattered promise. You don't bother to go to it, to check if it's still working. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters right now except the crushing weight of his betrayal.

Days pass by in a blur, each one a little heavier than the last. You avoid Megumi at school, unable to face the lie of his smile. The whispers of the students cut like knives, but you keep your head high, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing you crumble. You don't know how he explains your sudden coldness, but you suspect it doesn't bother him much. After all, he has his little rooftop escapades to keep him entertained.

Then, one rainy afternoon, you find yourself in the quiet embrace of the library, a place you've come to seek solace in. That's when you meet him—Yuji Itadori, a new student with a gentle smile and a warm aura that seems to light up even the darkest corners of the room. He's Megumi's friend, but you don't care. You're desperate for someone to understand the pain you're in, and the way he looks at you, with genuine concern, tells you that maybe, just maybe, he'll be different.

You strike up a conversation, and somehow, it feels like the first real conversation you've had in days. He listens, nodding thoughtfully, not judging or interrupting. His eyes, a deep brown, seem to see right through to the core of your soul, and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, you feel heard. You don't mention Megumi, not yet, but there's something about the way Yuji speaks about his friend that makes you hope he's not the same. You're cautious, though; you don't want to be fooled again, so you keep your guard up, even as he offers you a cup of tea and a comforting smile.

The weeks that follow are a strange dance of avoidance and comfort. You find yourself drawn to Yuji, his kindness a stark contrast to Megumi's cruel indifference. He notices you at school, always making a point to check in, to ask if you're okay. It's in these small moments that you start to let your guard down, to believe that maybe not all men are like Megumi. You share your love for books, your dreams, and your fears. He laughs at your jokes, and his eyes light up when you talk about the future.

One evening, as the rain taps a rhythmic beat against the library windows, Yuji's hand brushes yours as you reach for the same book. The contact is electric, sending a jolt through your body. You look up, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, time seems to stop. The air feels charged with something new, something hopeful. It's not the same all-consuming passion that Megumi had once kindled in you, but it's gentle, it's kind—and it feels right.

As the tension between you becomes palpable, you both slowly pull your hands away, the moment lingering like the scent of rain on skin. You clear your throat, trying to shake off the sudden warmth that's spread through your body. The silence stretches, filled with the sound of your racing heart and the soft rustle of pages as you pretend to focus on the book in your lap.

Yuji's eyes are on you, searching, but he says nothing. He seems to understand that you're not ready to talk about it yet, that the wound is still fresh and raw. You appreciate his patience, his unspoken support. It's a stark contrast to Megumi's constant pushing and prodding, his need to be the center of your world.

As the tension between you grows, it morphs into something different, something that makes your cheeks flush and your palms sweat. It's not the fear and anger you felt on the rooftop; it's a new kind of heat, a yearning for a connection that's not tainted by manipulation or deceit. The way Yuji looks at you, the way he seems to truly see you, it's like a balm to your soul. You find yourself leaning closer to him, drawn by an inexplicable force.

One day, as you sit side by side in the library, the silence becomes too much to bear. Your eyes meet, and for a moment, it feels like the air around you has thickened, like it's holding its breath in anticipation. You're acutely aware of his presence, the way his leg presses against yours, the warmth of his hand so close to yours on the armrest. Without thinking, you reach out and take it, intertwining your fingers with his. He looks surprised but doesn't pull away. Instead, he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, sending a wave of comfort through you.

The rain outside has turned into a storm, the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance like a warning of the tumultuous emotions growing inside you. You lean into him, feeling his heart beat in time with yours. His eyes never leave yours, and you can see the question in them, the hope and the fear all rolled into one. You nod almost imperceptibly, and he understands. His hand moves from the armrest to your thigh, his touch featherlight, as if asking for permission to go further.

As he slides his fingers under your skirt, you gasp, but not in protest. The feeling is foreign yet familiar, the sensation of someone touching you with care and respect. He keeps his eyes on you, watching for any sign of discomfort, his movements tentative. You bite your lower lip, nodding again, and he continues, his touch growing bolder. Your body responds to his gentle exploration, a warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the anger that still lingers from Megumi's betrayal.

His thumb traces the line of your panties, and you lean back into the chair, your eyes fluttering closed. The sound of the rain and the rustle of books are the only sounds in the library, creating a cocoon of intimacy around you. Each stroke sends a shiver up your spine, and you find yourself letting out a soft moan. He stills, his eyes searching your face, making sure you're okay. You give him a shaky smile, your breath hitching as his touch becomes more insistent.

"Does that feel good?" he whispers, his voice a soft rumble that sends waves of pleasure through your body. You nod, unable to find the words to express the sensations he's stirring within you. His fingers slip under the fabric, brushing against your wetness, and you tense for a moment before relaxing into his touch. The library's strict rules and the fear of being caught add an illicit thrill to the moment, making your heart race even faster.

You lean into him, his hand cupping your cheek as his other hand continues to explore your body. His eyes never leave yours, searching for any sign of distress, any reason to stop. But all you feel is the warmth of his touch, the sweetness of his concern. You bite your lip harder, trying to stifle the moans that threaten to spill out as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. Your breath hitches, and you press yourself closer to him, silently begging for more.

The library around you fades away, and all that's left is the sound of the rain and the thunder of your heartbeat. His hand slides further, his fingers slipping inside you, and you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut. The sensation is overwhelming, and you clutch at his shirt, your nails digging into the fabric as he begins to move, his touch tender and sure. His thumb keeps up its steady rhythm, and you feel yourself rising, your body tightening with each stroke.

You're aware of the risk, the danger of being discovered, but the thrill of it only adds to the moment. You bite your lip hard, trying to keep the noises in, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. You can feel the eyes of the books on you, the pages seeming to whisper of forbidden love and passionate encounters. The scent of old paper and ink mingles with the sweetness of your desire, creating a heady mix that fills the air around you.

Then, through the fog of pleasure, you catch a glimpse of someone in the distance—Megumi, his eyes wide with shock as he sees you in Yuji's arms. The realization of what's happening dawns on his face, and you feel a twinge of satisfaction, a twisted vindication at his reaction. But it's quickly overshadowed by the intense sensations coursing through you as Yuji's fingers dance within you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Yuji's smirks widens, his eyes flicking over to Megumi before returning to yours, his gaze filled with a mischievous spark. He seems to take a perverse delight in knowing he's caught his friend's eye, his movements becoming more deliberate as he watches the shock play out across Megumi's features. His fingers move faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit, and you can't help but wonder if he's doing it to taunt him, to show that he can give you what Megumi never could.

You cling to Yuji, your nails digging into his arms as the pleasure builds. It's a feeling you haven't experienced in so long, one that feels so right it's almost painful. Megumi had always found your clinginess annoying, a sign of your weakness, but in Yuji's arms, it's like finding home. You moan his name, the sound barely above a whisper, your cheeks flushing as you feel Megumi's gaze burning into you. But this time, it's not fear or anger—it's triumph. You're with someone who cherishes your touch, who makes you feel safe, who doesn't treat your love like a game to be won.

As you reach the peak, the tension in your body snaps, and you come undone. The world around you shatters into a million pieces, each one a spark of pure bliss. You lean your head back, the rain outside pounding in time with the pulse in your neck, and let the orgasm wash over you. Megumi is just a distant specter, his shocked expression frozen in your peripheral vision as he watches you with a girl in his arms, but you don't care. You're too lost in the moment, too caught up in the warmth and tenderness that Yuji's giving you to bother with the cold, hollow feeling he's left behind.

Yuji's hand slows, his touch gentle as he brings you back down to earth. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, his breath hot and damp from the rain that's seeped into the library. You're trembling, your legs weak, but he's there, holding you up, supporting you as you come down from the high. His eyes are filled with concern, but there's also something else—a hunger, a need that mirrors your own.

You nod, and he helps you stand, his arm around your waist as you make your way to the bathroom. The cool tiles feel like a slap in the face, a harsh reminder of reality, but his presence is a warm blanket that you cling to. He helps you into a stall and locks the door, his hands shaking slightly as he takes care of you. He's not like Megumi; he doesn't treat you like a conquest to be used and discarded. There's a softness in his touch that you hadn't known existed.

Yuji gently wipes away the evidence of your encounter, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. You watch him, the way he focuses on your every need, the way he whispers reassurances that you're okay, that you're safe. You can see the guilt in his reflection, the understanding that he's just been a part of something that was never meant to be. But there's also something else—desire, raw and unfiltered, that makes your heart race.

He helps you adjust your clothing, his hands careful not to cause any discomfort. Each movement is deliberate, as if he's trying to erase the memory of Megumi's roughness with his own gentle touch. The coldness of the bathroom is a stark contrast to the heat of your bodies just moments ago, but it's also a sobering reminder that what happened was real, and there's no turning back.

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[rinhaler]

Baby I Know How To Use a Gun (𝒢𝓊𝓃.. 𝔊𝔲𝔫)

✧˖*°࿐ : 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ toxic!megumi fushiguro x f!reader

Genre: smut Notes: this concept has been making me insane for WEEKS I just had to get it down, it's icky as usual = bon apetit ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ p.s. i dont know anything abt guns uwu Warnings: 18+, dubcon, vaginal sex, alcohol consumption, cheating, toxic!relationship (they are both toxic af), gaslighting, manipulation, coercion, co-dependency, gun inaccuracies (probably), gunplay ♡ physical abuse?, pussy drunk!megumi, choking, dacryphilia, daddy!kink, bruising ♡, spanking, masochism, minor dildo use, fingering, dumbifcation, pussy spanks, scratching, breeding kink, calls your pussy ‘she’. Words: 8k (I'm so sorry)

part of my toxic lovers collab

Nothing bothers you when you’re with Megumi. It’s impossible to feel any emotion besides pure, unadulterated lust whenever he’s with you. You were always such a prude before him. Absolutely disgusted whenever you’d see a couple hold hands or peck each other on the cheek.

It made your skin crawl when you saw couples kiss with tongue.

But he’s turned you into something you hate. You don’t care if you’re sitting with a group of friends, you couldn’t stop yourself from straddling him and basically dry fucking his thigh while making out with him. And it was worse when you drank.

So here you are now, in the back of a taxi on the way home from a mutual friend’s party. You haven’t seen Megumi in two days after a particularly vicious fight. You’d think an invisible force was driving the taxi, the way you’re kissing and wriggling around for him. You’ve rolled your hips so much that the uncomfortable driver can see a tease of white cotton between your legs under your little cocktail dress.

Megumi’s mouth is wet. A combination of sticky lip gloss and a mixture of saliva’s. He pulls away from kissing you every so often just to hear you whisper desperately for the feeling to return. He pulls little moans from you as he teases between your sodden folds.

“Knew you’d miss this dick too much to say no.” he grins before kissing you more. You laugh into it, not an ounce of remorse or regret behind it as you feel him against you. “Say you missed me. Tell daddy you missed ‘im.” he demands, grunting against you.

You ignore him, trying to shut him up with a kiss. A perfectly manicured hand traverses from his shoulder to his thigh, a subtle tease to distract him. A noble attempt results in failure when he stops playing with you and grabs your wandering wrist.

“Tell me.”

You avert your eyes, deciding to look out of the window while wiping the spit and gloss from your chin. He watches you, carefully, eye twitching as he tries to deduce what you’re keeping from him. A finger presses into that soft flesh of your cheek bending quickly and forcing you to face him yet again.

“What are you hiding?” he asks, the friendly lilt behind his voice being betrayed by the unamused sneering smile on his face. “Who did you fuck?”

“None of your—”

“Just tell me, you know you’re going to fucking spill so just do it now.” he instructs. You hear an amused scoff from him as you cross your arms petulantly and pout like a child who isn’t allowed a toy from the store. His face gets closer to yours, but you’ve already had enough of him. It’s been two days and you thought you were gonna die if you didn’t see him. But a few minutes in a taxi has reminded you why you didn’t want to see him in the first place. “Did he at least make you cum?” he whispers into your ear.

A soft breath leaves you as his hand slithers down your stomach and under the hem of your dress. You want to protest as you feel him prodding over the damp spot of your panties, but your mouth turns dry. Words turn to ash as he repeatedly tortures you with featherlight touches against your clit.

“Hm? Did your new little boyfriend make this pussy cum?” he wonders, voice a lecherous buzz that vibrates from your ear to your cunt. You fucking hate him. You can’t stand how difficult it is to stay true to your morals and self-respect when he knows every single square inch of your body and exactly which titillating button to press. “Mmm, bet he didn’t. Bet he couldn’t. ‘cause she only listens to me.”

“Megs…” you groan. Your hips involuntarily rolling up into his touch. The teasing barely there presses making your mind hazy, your body instinctively chases for more as the touch feels less and less the harder you buck. “D-Don’t stop, Megu—”

He softly kisses your lips to silence you, still refusing to continue touching you properly. You moan, a chaste sound as his lips stray from yours to kiss along your jaw like he loves you. He sucks at your neck like a fucking vampire before alternating to those sweet kisses again. You hate him, you hate that he’s trying to be something he’s not to get you to tell him your secret.

These kisses are so fucking sickly, like a stranger is forcing himself inside of your skin with each delicate press against your neck. And it’s making your teeth rot. You’re a stupid girl. His stupid girl because you’re falling for it. Your candy-coated tongue is loosening and preparing to bare your entire fucking soul to him so long as he keeps touching you and giving you your sugar fix.

His hand holds your waist, a weight for himself more than you. Two whole days away from your perfect cunt has been hell for him, and not being able to touch you is a fate worse than death. He wants to tease your pressure points until you’re dying for him. He wants your every breath to be agonising without him.

Without seeing him.

Without feeling him.

Without breathing him.

He needs your every thought and whim to be aching for him and him alone. So, he needs to control himself. By showing restraint and fighting his primal urge to make your pussy fucking purr for him, he’s keeping his hand on your waist.

You smirk as he decorates your neck in bruises, you feel the sickening smile sprawling across his fucking face. And again, you want to protest, you want to tell him what you think of him and how much you can’t stand him. But when his hand begins another journey, you can’t. You can’t as your body jolts into his touch as his fingertips tickle your ribs. They don’t stop, teasing traces of his finger cover your body despite being clothed.

How can such a light touch feel so powerful?

You try to stifle yourself as he cups your breast, the flesh and swollen nipple are exposed thanks to your decision to forgo a bra. You still have your dignity, Megumi isn’t that perverse to allow this random old driver the honour of seeing your tits.

You’re just that weak.

They’re covered, entirely, and still his rubbing and tweaking are too much for you. Your attempt to bite your lip is just that. An attempt. A feeble attempt to withhold your pleasure from him which only ends in you mewling harder for him. Your heavy, lust-filled breaths fill the cab as he rubs his thumb slowly back and forth over your nipple. His teeth bite and kiss at your jawline once more, albeit he is barely present either. He’s almost as fucked out as you are, he can’t silence his pleasure. His breathing heavier than you know it to be. His eyes lidded heavier than they’ve ever been.

“Yuuji—” you pant, your body is limp in the back seat as he feels you up. His fingers dig into the supple flesh of your thigh as he kisses your neck and sinks his head until he reaches the top of your breast. “Did you hear m— ow! Megumi!”

“Shut up.” he chides. He sank his teeth into your tit before speaking.

You stare into his emerald eyes as you contemplate his next move. That’s the one bad thing about being with Megumi.

That’s a lie, there’s a lot of bad things, you just choose to ignore them.

But you know you’ll never be as clever as he is. You’ll never be able to fully read him like he does you. He knows every move you’re going to make before you’ve made it. He can read you like a book and it fucking scares you.

“Yuuji couldn’t make you cum… you wanna know why?” he asks, his thumb strokes your earlobe between gentle pulls. It’s too sweet again, you think. There’s no way he’s this calm after finding out you fucked his best friend. He’s always been jealous. You think he’s just possessive but deep down you should know the truth. He’s scared you’ll leave him. He’s insecure and that is why he makes such a show of making it known that you are his.

“Why…” is all you can think to say. And he smiles at that. His fingers no longer toying with your ear. The way his fingers draw along your skin makes your hair stand on end. He feels no sympathy as he sees your arm breakout in goosebumps despite knowing he is the cause. And he feels even less as he wraps his hand around your pretty little throat.

He squeezes tight.

Tighter.

Tighter.

“Because you don’t belong to Yuuji. You belong to me.” he tells you, his grip is bruising. His teeth are bared as he feels your pathetic pawing, desperately trying to pull his fingers from your neck.

He’s going to kill you, you think. His voice full of vitriol and malice as he effortlessly wrings the life out of you with one hand. And the taxi driver doesn’t care. He doesn’t want to intervene because it isn’t his place.

A lovers quarrel.

That’s what he must think. You were all over each other a moment ago after all, maybe you’re just a slut who likes it a little rough.

You are, but that’s besides the point.

He probably doesn’t want to risk sticking his nose in and getting more involved than he needs to be. You know yourself that Megumi doesn’t care. He’d only tell him to mind his own fucking business.

“You think I didn’t know?” he whispers, his breath warming the shell of your ear as he doesn’t let up. “You reek like him… you smell like a fucking whore.” his words, his tone, his breath all dripped with virulence. He lets go of you, practically throwing you to the other side of the taxi as tears spill over your cheeks.

You wipe them, quickly, but the damage is done. The way you’re sniffling and trying to do damage control to your perfectly done makeup is nauseating to him. Silence fills the taxi and the air is thick. You roll down a window, the cold air lashes against your face and dries your tears as you wait to reach your destination.

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The car pulls up outside of your apartment. You barely wait for him to come to a stop before you open the door and rush out to open the security door. The bite in the winter air has you trembling as you fiddle with your keys. The little dress and lack of coat certainly wasn’t a wise choice, but you’ll always place looking hot ahead of being practical.

But in truth, the weather isn’t the sole culprit. It’s barely bothering you, honestly. Megumi’s casual callousness and unyielding grip around your throat are what has you shaken up. It’s not the first time he’s choked you and you doubt it’ll be the last. But it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him do it with that look in his eye. A look that told you how little you mean to him. How unfazed he would be if you died by his hand.

You’re wrong, though. While you’re fiddling with your keys Megumi pays the driver. He tips him a fair amount and then follows you out, approaching slowly as he waits for you to open the door. His eyes weren’t cold because you mean nothing to him, it’s the opposite. You are everything to him. Why do you think he’s being so cruel to you? To get it through that pretty little skull.

“You didn’t answer me, princess.” he tells you, and by now you don’t even know what he’s talking about. “Did you think you could fuck anybody and I wouldn’t find out? I always do.”

“Shut up.” you tell him, though it’s quiet and meek. Your usual bravado and confidence lodged in your dry throat. You finally slot the key in the hole and turn it, allowing him to enter with you. “You said it yourself… I was always going to tell you I fucked him.”

He scoffs, watching you climb the stairs. Even now he has no shame. He’s unable to stop himself peaking up your dress to see your panties riding up your ass as you walk. You can be as mad at him as you like, you both know you’re too weak to say no to him.

He follows, eventually, catching up with ease. You allow him to take the key from you and walk ahead, unlocking the door like it’s his apartment. It may as well be, he spends so much time here after all. Most of his things are here, you’re here. Though he’s been banished for the last few days to stay at his dad’s house after your latest fight.

The door opens and he makes himself at home. He collapses onto the couch, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table and crosses one ankle over the other. You go inside, slowly, locking the door behind you and looking at him suspiciously.

“… What are you doing? I know you aren’t here for a fucking movie night, Megs, are we going to bed or not?”

“No. We’ve gotta talk first.” he tells you. You roll your eyes and leave him alone to walk to your bedroom. He sighs, annoyed, following you. “Back to being a brat? You only fuckin’ behave yourself when I make you cum.”

“Fuck you.” you sigh. “What is there to talk about?”

“You cheating on me with my best friend springs to mind, baby. We should probably clear that up, shouldn’t we?” he’s talking like it was a silly misunderstanding. Like you almost walked away with his suitcase at the airport that just so happens to be identical to yours. But nothing you do will ever match up to what he does. You can go low; but there’s no sight to the depths he’ll stoop to.

“Fuck! You!” you tell him, pointing your finger in his face like you always do when you’ve had too much vodka. “You are the reason I don’t have any friends anymore because you fucked them all! I broke up with you when I fucked Yuuji so whoever I fuck in that time is none of your business. I—”

“Baby—”

“No, shut up. I forgave you every single time you fucking cheated on me because I’m an idiot and I love you. So, stop talking about Yuuji, it doesn’t matter. We weren’t together. In fact, we still aren’t! You should count yourself fucking lucky that I’m even giving you the chance to fuck me tonight.”

He walks to you, slowly, and you don’t have the energy to be a brat anymore. You let him get closer and closer until you’re looking up into his eyes while his hand rests on your hip and the other cups your cheek. His head tilts, and your eyes instinctively flutter closed as his lips press against yours.

“I know ‘m lucky, princess. Missed you so much baby.” he tells you before deepening the kiss.

You’re too weak to be with a man like him and expect to be anything but a plaything. The hand lingering on your hip wraps around your back before down to your ass. The pudgy softness of your ass swells between his fingers, the white material of your dress warming his hands as he grips you roughly. He smirks against your lips before landing a harsh smack against your supple flesh. The yelp he extracts from you is fucking delectable. He could quite happily gorge himself on the sound and make it his life essence until the end of time.

“Daddy missed his perfect girl ‘n her perfect pussy… didn’t even fuck anyone else. No one compares to you, y’know?” he tells you quietly, almost like it’s a secret only meant for you to hear. He hikes up your leg so it’s settled around his waist, your other instinctively follows so that you’re completely in his hold. He walks you to the bed, his mouth suffocating yours and you can’t think of a single coherent thought as your brain feels starved of oxygen.

You giggle as you fall onto the bed, your shoulder blades against the mattress while he presses his weight fully on top of yours. He keeps a thigh between both of yours, and he revels in how pathetically you’re rutting your hips against it just to satiate the slightest bit of tension formulating at your core because of him.

Your arms wrap around his neck and you slip your tongue into his mouth. The moaning sounds trapped in your throat break free and he devours them as he feels you up in every way he can to make your mind dizzy and drunker than vodka could ever make you.

“Do you believe me?” he asks, breaking the kiss to see how needy you are. Your eyes give you away in an instant, filling with water the minute he pulls away. You feel so in love with him when you have your arms around him like this. When he’s caging you in like you’re his property.

You are.

That’s how he sees you, and that’s how he makes you feel.

No matter how dehumanising or fucked up, you just don’t care. You wouldn’t want to belong to anyone but him, anyone. And isn’t this what the main goal in life is? To find your person? To fall in love and be adored so wholly it makes you insane?

You feel that with him.

He feels that with you.

“N-No…” you confess. You aren’t scared of him; you never really have been. You’re scared of what he can do to you. You’re terrified of how strong he is and how unyielding he is in his pursuit of having all that he wants in the world with a cherry on top for presentation. But he doesn’t scare you, not really. Not enough to hide how you really feel. “Why would I believe you when you’ve cheated so much?” you ask.

He’s a little surprised by your brazenness and resolve. Usually with a little kissing and humping you stop caring about what kind of a person he is and what he’s done to you in the past. You aren’t scared; but you’re making him feel fear.

“Mmm, baby. You really need to cum, hah? Is that why you’re bein’ so dumb f’me? Can’t think because you need to cream for daddy…” he insults you with ease, and your brows knot into a bemused frown. “Awe… you’re s’cute when you’re confused, baby. Jus’ let me touch you, don’t think too hard. I forgive ya.”

“W-Wha?” you hum, the determination to continue questioning him falls silent as he pushes your panties into the crease of your thigh. The breeze rolling through the open window causing a shiver to roll through you and truly feel the difference between your freezing body and the sopping warmth betwixt your thighs.

“You said you didn’t cheat when you fucked Yuuji. So how can I cheat if I fucked other girls at the same time?” he asks. “I didn’t, though,” he spreads your pussy lips open and collects the ever-dampening slick on his fingers. He buries his head beside yours, kissing and breathing against your ear as he swipes softly over your throbbing clit.

“But you—”

“I fucked my fist ‘n thought of you.” he whispers, his fingers not stopping the lackadaisical stroking. “Whenever I got hard… jus’ thought of your pretty cunt swallowin’ me and made myself cum so fast. Looked through your Insta feed ‘n your selfies, imagined cumming all over your face.”

“Fuck.” you keen, hips bucking wildly in search of more pleasure than his modest touches. You fully wrap your arms around him, kissing him passionately and he begins to pick up the pace. “I love you.” you mumble, like the pathetic person you are. He grins and bites your lower lip before kissing you deeply.

He’s got you right where he wants you.

“I love you, baby.” he confesses, though you’ll never know if he really means it. Maybe he loves fucking you and loves having a pretty little trophy on his arm to call his and show off to his friends. Maybe he loves the idea of you and what you can do for him in terms of looks and status.

But is he in love with you?

You can only hope.

All you can do is hope he never lies to you. He never hides his cheating from you, you think he’s always honest with you so is it possible he can actually love you when he says he does? It’s enough to make you cry. Knowing that you’ll never really know makes you feel sick with an excruciating desire to make him.

You have to be his perfect girl.

You have to take all of the negatives that come with loving Megumi Fushiguro.

He stands above you on his knees, reaching over you to grab some pillows to place under your hips. You wriggle and squirm in his absence, awaiting his return to you. But you forgot about the pillows. Your head snaps in the direction he’s reaching as he picks up the two nearest pillows to him. Any attempt to object would be fruitless now that you’re too late.

Your body fills with heat and shame as he lifts the pillows to see a purple, silicone dildo beneath where they once were. The laugh that escapes him is boisterous as he looks between you and the toy. You shield your face with your hands, almost ready to cry, and his laughing doesn’t cease.

“This is pathetic, princess. Did you even fuck Yuuji? Or did you just spend the last two days riding this stupid thing?”

“I fucked him!” you protest. You reach to grab the purple dildo from his hand but he’s too fast for you, still far too amused by this discovery to let up on teasing you. “He did make me cum, by the way—”

“You are a fucking liar.” he snorts. “Bet ya hurried him out of here so fast so that you could stuff this purple cock up yourself and pretend it was daddy fuckin’ you. Bet you were tryin’ so hard to cum and you couldn’t.”

“I hate you.” you sniff, attempting to grab the toy once more to no avail.

“You just told me you love me. So again, you’re fuckin’ lying to me, princess.” he continues.

You feel his body press against yours once more as he cages you in. You just watch him and prepare for whatever he’s about to do. There’s no point in trying to fight him when you know you’ll always lose. You cringe, slightly, as he starts to trace the tip of the cock over your swollen lips. His own mouth widens, a silent action, he’s coaxing you to mirror. And perfectly, you do.

You’re almost certain you see a heart-shaped twinkle in his eye as he softly pokes it in and out of your mouth, enamoured by the way your tongue instinctively swirls around it. You see more of his sharp canines the further he pushes it in. And it’s a full-blown snarl as he shoves it down your throat until you’re sputtering.

“I fucking hate you!” you yell and grab the toy quicker than he’d anticipated, snatching it from his grasp. “Get off me, now.” you command, pushing him off you. You know he let you when he moves away effortlessly. If he wanted to keep you trapped, he would.

“You’re so easy to tease.” he smiles.

You ignore him completely as you stand up. He watches you intently as you pull open the second drawer of your nightstand so hard the entire cabinet shakes. He tries to steal a peak of whatever other treasures you might be hiding in there, but you kick it closed before he can torment you any further.

“Awe, you’re no fun. Not gonna let daddy see what other toys aren’t good enough? Can show you how to use ‘em when you’re missing me.” he grins, he gets closer to you. Close enough to smooth his hands over your sides as you glare down furiously at him. You grab his hands, basically throwing them back at him.

“You are such a dick all of the time. I actually can’t stand you; I hate you.” you tell him, knowing yourself it’s a weak response even for you.

“You’re always such a good fuck when you’re pissed off.” he smirks, he takes off his shirt and throws it aside. You do your best to keep eye contact with him, not wanting to let your eyes wander and rake over his chiselled body. He sees you steal a few glances; he knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. “Stop bein’ such a brat. Don’t be embarrassed, daddy thinks it’s cute that you touch yourself.”

A black silhouette in the drawer is stuck in your mind. Despite your cunt growing wetter and your thoughts becoming cloudy, you can think of nothing else. He is a dick. And part of you does fucking hate him. So, you open the drawer again. He doesn’t watch you, this time, he’s more focused on reading your body language now. What are you thinking? What’s on your mind?

“’m really pissed off, daddy.” you tell him with confidence. His body stiffens like a corpse as you pull a gun from the cabinet. A Glock 40. He does all he can to maintain his composure, to remain control of the situation and of you. But it’s clear he’s worried. He’s never seen you like this before, ever.

But he knows you. He knows what you’re thinking before you even do. He can read every little muscle pulling on your face. It doesn’t matter if you’re trying to look angry, he knows what you look like when you’re really angry. You’re pissed, sure, but you certainly aren’t capable of doing any real damage with that thing. Not on purpose, anyway. And definitely not with the way your hands are fucking trembling.

“You gonna kill me, baby?” he asks.

“I might.” you tell him, you can feel the way your hands are shaking while gripping onto the gun. There’s no question he’s noticed, too. You’ve made a declaration by standing here like this, willing to toy with his life as well as your own. You can’t just put it away and pretend nothing happened, you need to make some kind of statement or you’ll never here the end of it.

He’ll ridicule you ‘til his dying breath.

“How?” he asks, getting closer to you. You back away, but you’re against the wall before you know it. He sits on the edge of the bed, his feet planted firmly against the ground so you know he can lunge at any moment.

“I’ll shoot you…” you speak, he hears an unintentional warble in your voice, and you can see the fucking smirk stretching across his face at the sound. You fucked up, he knows you don’t have it in you. But he’s probably known the whole time.

He grabs your wrist, and you yelp. Your eyes widen in horror as he moves your hands so that the gun is aimed at his chest.

His heart.

“Here?” he asks, and it’s so casual, you think you might throw up. You want to protest, to snatch your hands away and tell him to stop being so stupid. But you can’t, you can’t give into his mind games now. You can’t. Your hands are tremoring as he moves the gun again, resting it right between his eyes. “Hm… here? Probably the quickest. Won’t leave much mess if it gets stuck in my brain.” he explains.

“Stop it.” you mutter, he can feel the way your hands are trying to get free from his hold but he’s much too strong. “I’m s-sorry, stop it, please.”

“Could make me swallow a bullet too, but I don’t think you’re gonna shoot me anywhere.” he smiles, forcing you to aim at his perfect, gleaming teeth. “Where the fuck did you get this anyway? You really are stupid.”

“My dad gave it to me!” you inform him, and you’re aiming at him with new courage and will. “I know how to use it; I have a license.”

“Your pussyof a dad got you this?” he laughs.

You shove the gun against his teeth, not taking kindly to him insulting your father unprovoked. He looks up at you with a heavy-lidded gaze, he’s never been so attracted to you, really. Seeing you do all you can to stand up to him but both of you ultimately knowing you will never truly be a match for him, it’s quite interesting. Arousing, even.

He widens his mouth, allowing you to slot the black chamber between rows of white. The blinding contrast is almost enough to make you consider what you’re doing. Are you sure you want to do this? You are dangling his life in your quivering hands, after all.

“I should make you choke on this.” you whimper a little, a tear finally rolling down your cheek and giving your true cowardice away. You aren’t going to hide it this time. There’s no point in trying to clear away what he’s already seen. And you have no intention of holding a gun with just one hand when you’re already so shaken up.

He grabs your wrist, shocking you, but you don’t falter. You watch him carefully as he sinks his mouth down the chamber until it hits the back of his throat.

You hate him.

You hate how easily he can take any ounce of power you feel over him and turn it to nothing but a grandiose idea. A fleeting thought that you could make him tremble and weep before you. Maybe even apologise and promise to change because he’s the one scared of you for a change. But you should have known he’d never let you have that over him.

Hell, he won’t even let you embarrass him.

“I should fucking kill you.” you start to cry, thinking back to how he’s treated you tonight alone. He hasn’t even broken a fucking sweat. You thought you might be able to humiliate him like this. Making him choke and sputter around the gun like he’d made you with the dildo, just to see heat sear through you and add to the already burning shame you felt having been caught.

But instead, you watch him as he takes the gun as far as he possibly can. His stare is still lidded and hazy with lust and adoration for you. He does it a few times, repeatedly, and somehow still with a fucking smirk on his face.

He holds your hands still, pulling away from the gun as an obscene amount of drool pours from his mouth and down his chin. And then, he finally does begin to hack up choking breaths. Despite it being almost entirely on his terms, the feeling of cold, hard polymer clogging up his airways proved to be too much for even him to withstand for too long.

“Did you really think you could embarrass me like that?” he asks, sincerely. “You really are pathetic.”

“Megumi I—”

“Good thing you’re daddy’s stupid little girl, my pretty li’l airhead.” he grins, snatching the gun away from you. Your back slides down against the wall as you watch him fiddle with the gun, pulling out the magazine with a sadistic fucking snarl on his face. “The safety was on the whole time. And there aren’t even any bullets in here. You’re s’fucking stupid. It’s adorable.”

“I can’t do this anymore.” you sob into your hands. He watches you for a moment, not an inkling of remorse lingering in his body as he sees you crying inconsolably. You feel his fingers dig into your arms and pull you towards him.

Quiet protests die the instant he throws you down onto the bed. You’re underneath him once again, but you feel even more trapped as he shows no intention of letting go of the gun. He aims it between your eyes and you can’t stop crying.

His choking was unrelenting in the taxi.

And now he has a weapon that could end your life in an instant.

But would he? Is he capable?

“I’m sorry… I love you, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” you weep, you don’t think you’ve ever cried so loudly or so hard in your life. You wouldn’t be surprised if a vein was bulging in your forehead, and you can without a doubt feeling a migraine bursting through your brain. But you can’t stop, you can’t stop crying. “Megumi I love you, I’m sorry.”

You know it’s empty and you know the safety is on because he told you so. And Megumi is always honest with you, isn’t he? And still, you’re panicking. You’re worried that he’ll pull the trigger and somehow wills a bullet into existence simply because he often gets what he wants in life.

He keeps the gun aimed at you until your head is resting on the pillows still remaining against your headboard. He’s donning a facial expression you’ve never seen from him before. A stoic yet somehow manic stare as he watches you cry and plead for your life beneath him like he’s some sort of God.

His expression doesn’t falter as he turns the gun and aims it at his temple. You’re screaming now. You dread to think what your neighbours think. It’s not like they’ve never heard you two fighting and fucking before, but it must be concerning for them to hear.

“Megumi I’m sorry! Please!” you wail, fear stabbing through you as you see him begin to shake. You close your eyes, expecting the worst yet still begging with him to see sense and stop this.

He lowers the gun again, his eyes wander to follow it as he drags the cold weapon between your clothed tits and down your body. You shudder as you feel him use it to move up your dress and exposes your still bare cunt, having not moved your panties back into place.

You feel the chilled polymer dip between your folds.

“P-Please…” you beg, hoping he won’t put it in you. Your eyes screw shut as he moves it, sliding it through your soaking flesh again and again as butterflies soar through your stomach. He pulls the trigger, the vibration almost assaults your clit, despite the empty clacking filling the room. “Hnnff—”

“You’re so wet f’me… or is it just the gun? Is it turnin’ you on, princess?”

“N-No, please. I don’t wanna play with it anymore, d-daddy.” you tell him, each hitched breath you take scratching your throat. Your cries still evident as you gasp and plead with him to finally stop. You should never have pulled it on him, you should have known he’d do this.

He moves from you, opening the drawer you’d taken it from and puts it back inside. Even though it’s gone, out of his reach, you end up crying tears of relief as he places gentle kisses against your forehead and cheeks.

“You’re such a good girl, y’know? Did so well… proud of you, baby.” he whispers, and you hate yourself. You hate yourself because you’re brimming with confidence after he tells you he’s proud. Your heart crescendos to a place you know there’s no going back from now. Even after almost threatening to end your life; you’re still in love with Megumi Fushiguro.

You’re too tired.

Emotionally exhausted and physically defeated. There’s no fight left in you anymore as you feel him carefully peel away your dress from your body. He rolls the top down to your midsection, exposing your breasts to him and your still hardened nipples. He does the same with the skirt, fully revealing your glittering cunt and what a drippy mess he’s turned you into.

No one makes you wetter than he does.

He pushes your thighs apart, and lightly spanks your pussy to steal a quiet whimper from you. It’s not a punishment by any means, he just wants to make sure you’re still here with him. Still relishing this moment. Still honoured by the fact he’s even giving you the time of day to play with you like this. To satiate the burning need to be toyed with until your mind goes blank. He’ll do it for you, and it’ll take no time at all.

He kisses down from your left knee towards the apex of your thighs. He’s admiring his handiwork on your body as he does. Purple bruises he left you before your last fight have begun to turn greenish yellow as they heal.

You love his little reminders of who owns your body.

He hurts you so good. And you wouldn’t feel conquered without the bruises that his tenacious touch bestow upon you. You sink into the mattress as his tongue laves over the doughy skin of your thigh, reminding you where every single bruise is.

You gasp, back arching off the bed as you feel him insert a thick long digit into your sopping entrance. He’s slow, prodding and twisting deeper and deeper. He can make you cum like this, and you think you might gush as he teases the sweet spot buried within.

“What are you—?” you start, watching him push your legs further apart as he suckles at your clit. You feel the fingers on his free hand trace along your skin, the sensitive bruises almost pulsating beneath his touch. The way your head throws itself back seems like an out of body experience. An involuntary response to the way his finger pokes harshly into a particularly nasty looking bruise. “Hnng— fuck, daddy!”

He spanks your clit before swiping over it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Your fingers lace between black tendrils of hair and pull as you deliquesce into the empyrean feeling that only his tongue has ever offered you.

Your mind is stripped bare as he continues his assault. Manipulative fingers push carelessly yet purposefully into your ageing bruises to extract those ethereal moans from your weak little throat.

“’m gonna c-um, daddy.” you groan, eyes fluttering white as he presses harder into your marked body.

“Show me.” he whispers, breath fanning across your sex as he speaks. “Show daddy how a slut cums.”

Every inch of your body feels tarnished and stained by him. With him. A cloying film embedded to your skin that is purely the work of Megumi Fushiguro. His insults as well as his loving touch. The fear as well as the adoration. Even his eyes ravishing you with nothing but a salacious stare leave their mark on you.

His tongue doesn’t stop as your cunt begins to spasm. He feels how your pretty pussy pulsates against his greedy face. You cum hard and coat the lower half of his face in a shimmering gleam. He’s loud, unable to hide his pleasure as he begins to hump into the mattress at the sight of you coming undone for him. It extends your own pleasure, hearing how fucking noisy he is purely from giving you head.

You hate him.

He’s so vile.

But you can’t help wanting to make him proud.

You can’t stop feeling proud when you’re a good girl for him.

And seeing him like this makes you think that he might actually love you. His eyes are definitely dotted with hearts, now, as he savours the taste from devouring your essence. There are two words lodged in your throat. Two stupid little words that you would do anything to choke down and forget right now. Maybe he won’t care, not when he’s like this. Not when he’s pussy drunk and utterly enamoured by your mere existence.

“Kiss me…” you almost suffocate as you speak, tears spilling down your cheek as your cheeks burn with heat and shame. Your eyes scrunch closed, preparing for a barrage of insults from him. You know he’s going to call you stupid, pathetic. Maybe even an airhead again.

But it doesn’t come.

He finds his strength, holding his body up on his knuckles as he drags his body up yours like a wild beast. He lowers himself, his lips locking perfectly against yours before he cups your cheek. Why isn’t he always so soft and gentle with you? You feel yourself cry more as he swipes his thumb softly across your cheek as he kisses you. His tongue teases yours, licking it and smiling when you can’t quite keep up.

You know he loves you.

Why else would he do this?

Why else would you allow this?

He pulls away, familiar green eyes staring into yours as he studies you. They’re intimidating, clinquant. The most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. He wonders if you know he thinks the same about yours.

“You want me to put it in, don’t you?” he asks. He chuckles softly as he notices you nodding before he’s even finished his sentence. Your eyes are pleading and desperate, and he’s never been one to deny you of him when you’re so needy and polite. He stands on his knees again, unbuckling his belt slowly while he examines you. The way your hips roll in anticipation, the way you’re biting your lip and forcing yourself to not allow your fingers to dip between your thighs to toy with your clit. It’s too much. It’s too long to wait as he undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. You’re almost salivating when he finally frees his cock. “Missed me that bad, hm? Missed daddy’s cock, didn’t you?” he asks, ignoring the fact he knows the answer is obvious.

“Y-Yeah…” you struggle to speak. To think as your mind runs rampant with so many sex flashbacks you have; courtesy of the very cock you’re ogling. It’s thick with gorgeous veins and flushed with the prettiest shade of pink you’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. “Need it— need your daddy cock.” you tell him, your chest jittering with hitching breaths as you try and maintain some semblance of composure.

You’re far from composed.

You’re nothing more than a mammal, burning with a white-hot intensity from trying to control your basic instincts. The primal urge and need to fuck. He’ll help you, though. You never need to worry about those needs being neglected while Megumi has nothing but you on his mind.

The pleasure is blinding as he presses his tip against your entrance. He pushes and pushes until he’s fully sheathed in your welcoming cunt. His cockhead rests at your sweet spot, and you know he’ll waste no time in forcing your vision to white out as he fucks you.

His fingers wrap around your throat, the prettiest necklace you own, and he squeezes tight. It’s not without reason. It isn’t just to give you more bruises or to cut off your air supply. He wants to keep you focused. Focused on him. He dips his head down to slot his tongue inside of your mouth once more. It’s a sloppy, drool induced kiss that shows no signs of stopping as he rocks his hips against you. His cock slamming deep and hard against your g-spot.

You can’t talk.

The only words that swirl around your brain are expletives anyway.

His kiss is suffocating and so is his grip on your neck. He releases you, slightly, giving you the chance to breathe once more. You can barely sense where you are, you don’t know if your eyes are open or closed as the only thing occupying your mind is his cock slamming into you and bringing you to your second release of the evening.

You’re brought back to reality, though, as he lightly taps your cheek a few times before slapping you hard.

“L-Love you, daddy.” you pant, you moan for him again and again until drool leaks from the corner of your mouth. You don’t care, you don’t even notice. And the sight is making him feral as he realises how there’s truly no one for you but him.

There’s no one for him but you, either.

“Fuck.” he grunts, knowing he’s going to cum sooner than he’d anticipated. He could stop fucking you, of course, but he can’t think of a worse fate. He wants to cum. He needs to cum inside of you and flood your pretty insides with his seed. He needs to make his mark on you and remind you who you fucking belong to. “’m cumming, baby, auh—”

“D-Don’t stop!” you warn him, desperate to reach your peak with him. You try to keep him in place, your legs wrap around his back and your fingers claw into his porcelain skin. He groans, quietly, hissing as you drag your fingers across his back deep enough to draw blood. He doesn’t mind, how could he when he leaves you covered in bruises at any given opportunity? If he marks you, he owns you. If you mark him, you own him.

And he wouldn’t want to belong to anyone but you.

“S’perfect… so fuckin’ perfect f’me. Unnff— oh, oh fuuuuuck.” he finishes, still pistoning his hips to fuck his sperm deeper inside. He’d knock you up in a heartbeat if you let him. Not because he wants to be a dad. Not because he wants to have a family with you. But he wants everyone to know you’re his. He continues to moan as he imagines you with a big swelling bump and everyone knowing that he is the cause.

You can’t ever leave him.

He’ll go mad without you.

“Such a good girl… look so pretty when you cum on daddy’s cock.” he tells you. He dips a hand between where you’re joined and rubs torturous circles into your throbbing clit. Your body jolts relentlessly from the aftershocks, unable to withstand the teasing.

His touches slow, and he pulls out as you begin to catch your breath. Your breathing deepens as you feel him part your pussy with two fingers so that he can watch his seed drip out of you and onto the mattress below. He smiles, brimming with pride that he did this to you. That no matter how much you claim to hate him, he’ll always be able to do this to you.

He collapses by your side. He’s staring up at the ceiling as your bodies shine with sweat and sex. He’s panting, loudly, with the biggest smile on his face you’ve ever seen. You’re staring at him. Trying to understand what actually goes on in that fucked up head of his.

But you never will.

So, you stare up at the same ceiling as he is and keep your thoughts to yourself. Where does this leave you, now? You never said you were back together, but you think he might have already decided.

But it was always going to end up like this.

You kick up a fuss and banish him to his dads house. But he always comes back. Always. And it’s because you want him back. Because you are too weak willed to stay away from him and do what you know is right. You could move on. You could fall in love with someone that doesn’t play mind games and make your life miserable.

But you love him.

You’re so stupid, because you love him.

“I love you, Megumi.” you whisper.

He’s quiet, he’s thinking.

“I know.”

© 2023 rinitxshi

[marxsthings]

Little Secret

Warnings ; Cheating reader, Gojo a sidepiece, overall a bit sad.

A/N ; mwhehehe... it's been so long and I decided to be toxic. never condone cheating guys!!

Gojo Satoru X GN!reader

You know it's not your fault when you just cuddled up between his arms. His big, strong arms wrapping themselves around you to your frail body. Right after an argument with your boyfriend, you came straight to him. Connecting your lips together for a short kiss, you can't help but feel giddy.

The man infact who was on your bed was a certain white–haired teacher. You couldn't even be this close to him. Not when he's your boyfriend's father (not biologically).

That's right. Gojo Satoru, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer was the guy you had been cheating with your boyfriend. Oh poor, Megumi, he really thought you came over just for him.

"Babe– you're here..?" Megumi replied, he had opened the front door for you. You found yourself outside of his house, smiling softly. "Hi Meg.." Your voice low in a whisper, it was the glint in your eyes as you spot the white–haired man in the living room.

"Well, Im sorry.." Megumi let out a small chuckle. "It's okay.." He wraps his arms around you, pulling at your waist. "Mmm.. Come 'ere.." His head already buried in your neck.

That was when you and Gojo locked eyes, yeah... it'll just be your little secret with the strongest sorcerer.

[m-ayo-o]

I have a love hate relationship with Toji stealing Megumi's girlfriend fics

Like he doesn't deserve to be cheated on there's no reason :'(((

But Megumi stealing Toji's girlfriend????

I'm there

Cheat on that scumbag

[spliffymae]

WRITTEN OFF.

synopsis: did toji think he would get his reality check from his teenage son? no, but he also didn’t think he’d lose you as a wife…things happen.

⚠️ blackfem!reader, mentions of underage drug use, mentions of cheating, megumi gives toji emotional hell, toji feeling guilty as sin!

kio’s notes - third installment purrr ! y’all this ran on so another part is coming lmao. but this part really focuses on toji and megumi’s dynamic. also part 4 is gonna be the LAST part. scouts honour🤞🏽

pt.1 , pt.2 :)

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toji never realized how big he actually was. like, he never took in account how big his hands are, how they used to engulf yours in a hold.

he never noticed how much of the space on your bed he took up. he would always sleep with you tucked under his arm, so he expected to be sharing a decent and equal amount of space with you. but oh was he wrong. toji would sprawl out on the bed with you tucked into one side, like a child holding on to their stuffed teddy bear for dear life.

he paid no mind to the way parents at megumi’s school would gawk when he would show up for an after school fundraiser or event. it was rare, that he would make an appearance, but when he did he was always met with the longing eyes of the teachers, the narrowed envious eyes of some fathers, and the flirty quips from other kids’ mothers.

toji was a big man, but never took his size into account. that is, until, his first day as a single father. rin was lying in his bed watching bluey as he sorted through some files for his next mission.

now, toji hadn’t been paying attention to the show. honestly he didn’t know what a bluey was. all he knew was it was the only show that kept his little girl happy, so it was the only show he played when she was awake.

you had dropped rin to him for the first time when she was six months. toji was clear with you he wanted her after the first couple months because he knew how dependent she was and he couldn’t provide that for her. so he began to get her regularly after her six-month mark.

but as she sat with her pacifier in her mouth, snuggled back against toji’s pillow, she reached out for her fathers hand. her tiny hand grabbed his index finger, the digit itself was all she could fit in her palm and toji sworn his heart doubled in size. toji hadn’t realized just how big he was until rin pulled his hand to her, and his hand alone covered her entire torso.

toji took his attention off the files and picked up his baby girl, giving rapid kisses to her chubby cheeks. rin’s giggles were heard over the sound of the show, her noise bringing toji to smile. he missed hearing her laugh.

it had been a rough three months since the incident with megumi. you hadn’t stopped him from seeing rin, but after the way things ended he threw himself in work to avoid facing you and her. don’t get him wrong, he loved his daughter with every fiber of his being. he would carry the weight of the world if she asked him. but god, did his heart not twinge every time he was around her.

how could it not? she looked just like you!

she reminded him of everything he could’ve had. the playful banter on how she looked like you but loved him; the four of you sitting at the dining table enjoying family dinners; the warm and comforting knowledge that after every gruesome and god awful mission, he had a family to return home to.

he had none of that.

instead he had a three bedroom apartment that was empty every other week. he had silence to come home to after missions. he had no one to come home to, megumi split his time between you house and toji’s, but stayed mainly with you because you lived closer to his school, to his friends.

(he also preferred to come home to a present parent, but left that out of his explanation to toji—y’know, for obvious reasons.)

speaking of, megumi has walked into his fathers room with his phone pressed to his ear, being held by his shoulder. he held a bowl of dissolvable crackers and a sippy cup of water.

“yeah umi, she’s good….okay, will do…have fun tonight.” he put the snack and drink on toji’s nightstand and grabbed his phone to hang up. he looked down at his sister, who was holding onto her dad’s shoulder to stand as she looked at the show.

“looks like you’re with me when we go home tonight, rinny.” megumi smiled and took up a cracker, handing it to his sister. rin’s eyes shifted from the tv to the food, smiling and spitting out her pacifier. she grabbed onto the cracker and began to go to town on it.

“why just you two?” toji piped up. he watched as megumi sat on the side of his bed, lying back so rin was now between the two. the young fushiguro put his arm behind his head and crossed his legs.

“umi’s goin’ out. told me to make sure rin gets bathed when we get home.” megumi was nonchalant with his delivery.

he wasn’t stupid, he knew what had happened between the two of you. he knew about his fathers betrayal and frankly, he couldn’t grasp what his father was thinking. megumi knew toji was an asshole, he knew that there was no other as dense and selfish as toji, yet he was always able to give his father the benefit of the doubt.

that was until he broke your heart, and in the process, the family you two had created. megumi couldn’t give the benefit of the doubt. not that time.

he was disgusted in his father’s actions. he felt like toji betrayed him. why would he ruin such a good thing for his son?

“why didn’t she call me? rin coulda slept over here.” toji spoke with a bit of a hurt tone. he was rin’s father. after you, it was him who was her guardian. why did it feel like you trusted megumi with rin more than him, her own father?

megumi sighed, “do you have a mission tomorrow?” he asked, turning his head to look at his father. toji was staring at rin, who now sat on the bed, resting against her older brother’s crossed legs. she was still deep into her show, not paying any of them any kind.

toji couldn’t help but feel jealous. rin wasn’t a big cuddler with him. at most she would only hold his hand. she would never lie on him the way she did megumi.

“m’not sure. awaiting a green light from a client so…” toji mumbled back.

“anddd that’s why.” megumi said, turning back to look at the tv.

toji knew, but god did he hate it.

the unpredictability of his job. not knowing when he’d get a client’s call, when he’s have to leave to go off somewhere. of course he couldn’t keep rin. hell, he couldn’t keep megumi. that’s why he gave him to you in the first place.

“i just need you to watch him whenever i go on missions.” he had said to you as he held a sleeping megumi in his arms. the boy was about nine or ten when toji first arrived at your doorstep. he had gotten your address from geto, a mutual friend.

“i watch pets, fushiguro. not kids. did geto not clarify that with you?” you would watch geto’s snakes while he went on missions, and would often house sit for gojo—but never kids. that was too much of a responsibility.

“think of it as just…a very big pet. please, i have no one else and i’ll pay you well. moneys not a problem.” toji was desperate.

you rolled your eyes but open your door so he could come in, “there’s a guest room upstairs, put him there and wake him up to explain what’s happening. and i want a million yen for this.”

toji smiled, his heavy boots hitting your hardwood floors as he walked megumi to the stairs and up to the room. “ ‘preciate ya, darlin’.”

“whatever.” he muttered in respond to megumi. he didn’t say anything after that. no, instead he went back to his file, looking through the different pages of information on his target.

his phone vibrated from his night table, it was a text.

geto

drinks tonight? say 8?

toji responded ‘yes’, and asked geto where they’d be meeting. god knows he needed a drink. he needed a break from all this.

the two fushiguro men sat with rin between them, neither of them speaking to each other. megumi was mindlessly scrolling on his social media timeline, every now and again texting his group chat with yuji and nobara.

the day after he came home high, he didn’t even try to explain himself to his dad—not because he couldn’t, because he didn’t want to. all he did was send a quick text apologizing for the incident and left it at that.

but you?

the young man showed up at your door with a cheesecake he bought from the bakery up the road as a sorry for inconveniencing you. he promised to give you a weekend of rest and he’d take care of rin as his way of thanking you for coming to get him.

“you don’t have to do that, megs.” you had turned his offer down with a soft pat to his cheek and a warm smile. “i just want you to be okay, love…are you?”

and god, megumi could feel his whole facade of a nonchalant persona break from your question. he wasn’t okay—not in the slightest! all he wanted was a family under one roof, a unit of loyalty and trust.

but instead, he was going back and forth between his father and you. between absence and presence, inconsistency and a pattern. he hated it. he wanted to scream, to shout—beg you to take his father back. not for toji’s benefit (he could give a crap about that), but for him. he had gone to long without parental stability. and when you came into the picture he was positive he finally had what he had longed for. a mom, a family.

“m’okay, umi. promise.” he swallowed back his plea and presented you with a happy-less smile. it didn’t reach his eyes, and unfortunately for megumi, you took note of that. you had become a master at faking a smile.

“i love you, megumi. and you can talk to me about anything that’s troubling you, you know that.”

and he did. he knew if he had any problem, any question, any feeling…you would be there to help him solve it.

except this one. he couldn’t ask you to help him with this one. it would be selfish to ask you to go back to toji for him, for rin.

no, he couldn’t ask you to do that. but he could ask for answers. and what was the luck he was in the room with the only man that had them. “i do them because of you, the drugs.” he said to break the silence.

toji stopped what he was doing and looked at megumi with narrow eyes, “do? hell you mean do?” because it wasn’t the fact it was because of him that got toji’s attention—he knows he fucked up his son. but it was megumi’s tense of the verb. it wasn’t past.

“it’s mainly weed.” he said casually, adding a shrug to further prove his nonchalance. “i smoke some weed or i take a pill. it helps me forget, disassociate.”

rin had fallen asleep with her head against his thigh, her afternoon nap sneaking up on her when she least expected it. megumi rubbed her back in soothing small circles.

“you’re a kid, megumi. there’s nothing for you to disassociate from.” toji dismissed his son, but he knew you’d slap him across his head for it. that wasn’t what needed to be said. but how did he know what to say? you were so much better at megumi’s feelings then he was.

megumi shook his head with a dry chuckle leaving his lips, “you ruined my youth, dad. the least you could do is not act like i’m making all this up.” megumi gave him a knowing look, one to tell him to cut the act.

he knew his father. hell, he knew his father better than the older man knew him. he knew toji’s tells and mechanisms, kind of like you did. he was observant like you.

“it’s not like i planned this, alright? losing umi wasn’t in my new year goals.” toji snapped back. he was growing tired of the guilt in his stomach. it was a hot and icky mess that he felt no ease from. even after months of not speaking to you, he still felt the same guilt.

“why’d you do it, then? umi was the only one to put up with your bullshit. she was there for me and you when we needed her. she gave us everything.” megumi was unpacking all his feelings. he was fed up, and rightfully so. because why did he always have to pay the price for toji’s idiocy?

toji had heard enough. his sons words weren’t helping the raging guilt in his body. they definitely weren’t soothing the heartache in his chest. he packed away the files and placed them back in his briefcase. he shut it and slid it under his bed. “i don’t gotta explain myself to you, brat.”

he got up to leave, which was comical to him. it was his apartment. it was his roof, his room. and yet he felt powerless under it with his son and daughter there.

“of course you don’t—you never do. but you will, to rin. when she gets older and asks you why she can’t remember you, or why she has more memories with umi’s new boyfriend than you. you don’t think she’s going to wonder why she barely has photos of you? or why you and her mom don’t speak? what do you say then, dad? you shut her down the way you shut me down?”

again, it wasn’t what megumi was saying—well it was. but there was a certain bit that really struck toji. he had stopped in his tracks, right at his room’s door.

“…what boyfriend?”

pt. 4

[rush-the-stars]

omg you’re so right about your homewrecker post. do you think that would only apply to some characters? because imagining yuji and megumi as homewreckers is kinda funny

anon….listen to me….i said AAALLLL jjk characters for a reason.

firstly, with yuuji, he sorta comes off as a bit of a simp anyways? he’s a skirt chaser….that being said, i do think he’d maybe harbor a bit of guilt for it or have this like “i know i shouldnt” mentality that he sorta ultimately ignores cause he’s overeager and he adores you.

i think if you came onto yuuji, all thoughts fly out of that poor guy’s head. doesn’t even remember you had a partner anyways….

(i also think it’s sorta hot to yuuji….since he knows he shouldn’t….)

and also i think especially if your current relationship is rocky or you’re using yuuji for emotional support…i mean to him, if he can give you some relief, hey…

i don’t think yuuji’s as malicious as a homewrecker as some. i think he’s sorta okay being the other man….way he sees it like….okay your bf can’t give you what you need, so yuuji will 🤷🤷 i think he hopes one day you’ll come to your senses but he’s got too much love for you/too much of a simp to do anything but please you and give you the love you’re missing.

now, megumi….megumi the son of gojo? megumi the son of toji?? yeah he doesn’t give a fuck he’s wrecking the relationship and his end goal is for you to be w him and your boyfriend outa the picture. far out of the picture.

you just have to be more careful with megumi because he IS jealous. and i personally think megumi is…a little Unwell. you gotta keep megumi away from your boyfriend. i’d say megumi wants to ruin his life but megumi is too straightforward for mind games or anything more subtle than just fighting him JFKDJSAK

megumi will only be the other man for so long. he doesn’t do well with competition. but trust that he will come out on top.

[k-martins]

Or better! A panel with a tiger and wolf ready to devour the prey that is now Sukuna!

[lyrebirdswrites]

If my twitter mutual doesn’t stop slandering megumi to prop up their own yuuji ship I think it might be over between us 😭

[jgnico]

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Nine characters that are me-coded.

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[rinhaler]

I Got Your Bitch Movin'

CHAPTER SUMMARY: the morning after being stranded with Megumi. He's intent on forcing you to have fun.

boyfriend!yuuji itadori x f!reader x bully!megumi fushiguro

WARNINGS : 18+, alcohol consumption, drug consumption, infidelity, gaslighting, manipulation, paranoia.

WORDS : 7.1k

notes : five chapters left from fuwushiguro aaaaaa

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The morning greets you as you lay in bed between the deathly limbo of wake and sleep.

Your eyes are swollen, bleary.

Thoughts aren’t yet yours and you can’t help but wonder if you’re thinking about the dreams of the previous night you had or if you’re starting to regain your own memories.

There is a gnawing memory of feeling bitterly cold before you fell asleep. So it’s odd now that daybreak has arrived you’re practically lying in a pool of your own sweat.

Your skin is coated and your forehead is drenched.

It’s nice to be in Yuuji’s arms again, at least. His chest is bare and you’ve never felt so at home with your body held firmly against his chest. You snuggle in closer and he pulls you in tighter as you decide to go back to sleep.

Regardless of your decision, your vision is greedy.

You can’t refrain from opening up your eyes and looking at your surroundings. This isn’t your house. You left your house yesterday morning. In the car with Toji and Megumi. You went on a trip with your class.

You spent the day with Megumi.

You guys missed the bus. You went bowling. You argued. You stayed in the hotel with Megumi. With a racing heart and thrumming bass in your head, you sit upright and turn around.

You hadn’t been in the arms of your pink-haired boyfriend.

You’re cuddled up with your black-haired bully.

Fuck.

You scream. The loudest scream you ever have,

“The hell’s the matter with you?” You fall to the ground and back away from him quickly, watching him as he sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

The morning sun casts shadows on his weary body.

He looks like a demon.

Isn’t he surprised that the two of you were all cosy in bed together? He’s always so nonchalant. Your breathing slows as you try and rationalise everything in your mind. By the blaring beat in your brain and the heaviness of your limbs, you deduct that you had been drinking last night.

You don’t remember anything.

He doesn’t seem hungover.

So he’s likely as calm as he is because he does remember the details. But there’s no possible explanation that could justify why you were in bed together.

Let alone while he’s naked.

“Why are you in my bed? Did we—”

“No, we didn’t. And actually, O’Keeffe, you crawled into my bed last night because you were freezing. Nothin’ scandalous.”

“You’re lying, aren’t you? You’re naked under there. Please, Megumi, you need to tell me if I cheated on Yuuji.” you beg, hoping he’ll do the decent thing for once in his life and tell you the truth.

He shakes his head, sighing. The duvet is pulled from his body as he reveals his bottom half still in his sweatpants and underwear.

“Thank you, God.”

“If you hadn’t noticed, the receptionist wasn’t lying about the weather change for the festival. It’s boiling, so I threw my shirt off in the middle of the night.” he tells you.

You probably would have been better off sleeping alone if you knew what temperature was going to replace the chilling air last night. Two warm bodies under one blanket was never going to work out well.

He keeps staring at you; or rather, the state of you. Covered in a gross, sheen layer of stickiness and your messy hair practically glued to your forehead. You watch him roll over and pick up a carton of cigarettes, lighting one up to smoke while he falls further into his bed. A morning ritual, you suspect.

But you’re wrong.

Like every other vice, smoking for Megumi is rare. He does it when he’s worked up about something.

In this case, and all other cases as of late, you.

The fact that you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere for the foreseeable also isn’t ideal. So what’s a little nicotine to take the edge off?

“You look like shit,” he laughs, instantly feeling at ease as the cancerous smoke tars his lungs. “I got you a glass of water for the side of your bed, you forgot to bring it over.”

“I’ll be fine after a drink and my aspirin. And… a shower. Maybe more sleep, too.” you inform him. He nods, agreeing, closing his eyes as he lets his cigarette hang between his lips. “What time is it?” you ask him.

His eyes open again, unsure if he can be bothered to help you answer that question. But he rolls over again to grab his phone. 7:17am. He tosses his phone away and lies on his stomach with his cigarette holding hand resting above the ashtray on his side table.

You cannot bear the thought of being fully awake at such an ungodly time. It’s enough to make you dive into your own bed and quickly take your painkillers before lying back down. It’s stupid, you know, because really you should be using every second to your advantage to figure out how you’re going to get home. But you aren’t up to it. Tiredness and alcohol rage through your bloodstream and you know it isn’t a good idea to push yourself beyond your limits.

“More sleep… just five more minutes.”

“Fuck that, princess. I’ve set an alarm for 10.” he tells you. You turn over to face him and laugh. It sounds good. It’s still so early, you’ll be able to get plenty of things done if you wake up feeling better at that time. “Gotta call my dad again, and Gojo.”

“Where's Gerald?!” you yell sitting upright again as you search under your covers for your brand new shark plush. Megumi grunts and he throws him at you. “Ow.” you instinctively respond as he connects with your head.

He's too soft to hurt you, it's just a reflex.

“I’m so fucking tired. You’re such a loud snorer.” he laughs, raising his head slightly to take another drag of his cigarette before he sinks back into his pillow.

You roll your eyes, ignoring him. You have absolutely zero desire to waste your time arguing with him about whether or not you snore when there is valuable rest to be gained.

—

The alarm startles you as it practically screams and stabs through your nervous system. You’re all too familiar with the recognisable iPhone default alarm you’ve been conditioned to hate over the years of early morning classes.

It doesn’t scare you as much as it does Megumi, though. The poor guy shocks himself straight out of bed. You can’t help but snicker, trying to keep your volume to a minimum as you roll away and pray he can’t see the smirk forming on your face.

He gets up for the first time that morning. It’s hotter than it was at 7am. The windows need to be open, he decides. The room is stuffy and unbearable. Much like he imagines the rest of today will be if you continue to be stranded.

“Better start making some calls.” Megumi groans.

Neither of you are sure where to start. And you’re beginning to think you’re going to have to swallow your pride and let your parents cover the cost of a cab back home. The idea gets stuck in your throat like poorly swallowed medication. You can barely think about it let alone go through with it. You’re sure Megumi will try and force you again, if Toji and Gojo are unreliable for a second day in a row.

It's cute, you think, watching Megumi struggle to choose which dad he wants to call first. Having a little more understanding about his past is giving you the opportunity to really see how much he cares about Toji.

He doesn’t like him, not by a long shot. But you can see the obvious love there. The respect. The familial bond that he can’t seem to break no matter how desperately he tries to.

And that is why he calls him first.

It’s uncomfortable to watch the phone ring again and again. You suppose it is still pretty early. You aren’t sure what Toji’s sleeping pattern is like, but he hasn’t let either of you be late to class since you started carpooling. And he always seems fairly chipper in the mornings.

It could be a caffeine fix, or something even peppier he might unknowingly share in common with his son.

So, is sleeping in a valid excuse to not answer the phone? It goes to voicemail, prompting him to try again. He growls when he’s met with the same disappointing outcome.

“Fucker. He’s ignoring me, you try.” he commands. You get up in search of your phone. Who knows where it ended up last night when you were falling all over the place when you returned to the room? It’s eventually found by Megumi when he helps join the search. It was in your pants pocket in the bathroom.

He holds it up and sees your screensaver.

You and Yuuji.

It makes him scowl and sigh before he tosses it to you. His box of cigarettes begins calling his name. You watch him flop back onto his bed and light another one up. He doesn’t know why he’s so irrationally angry. He doesn’t know what’s causing him to chain smoke like a damn chimney when it’s usually just an occasional pleasure. The edge needs to be taken off somehow, and he doesn’t think he can be bothered to make you cry this early in the day.

“He’s not ignoring you. No answer to me either, must be busy.” you tell him as you press the red button and put your phone down on the side table. You see Megumi start to type so quickly his thumbs become a blur. Likely scolding Toji for being a piece of shit father, as usual.

“Shady prick,” he mutters under his breath. You decide to let it slide and ignore the comment.

There’s nothing you can say to make him see the good in his dad. The truth of it is that maybe you need to start truly seeing the bad. It’s in the flesh sharing a room with you right now.

The monster that Toji spawned and couldn’t raise efficiently. He might be sweet to you, but if he can’t be sweet to his own kids it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t make him a good person, the opposite, really. “Whatever you’re thinking about, stop. No need to pout, I’ll try Gojo.”

You watch his finger swipe through his hundreds of contacts as he tries to locate the relevant name. It makes you feel like a voyeur, seeing him do something so simple and human as looking for people to call.

Part of you wishes you could see his screen. Is his surrogate father named in his contacts as Gojo or dad? Or maybe something different entirely, something derogatory to fit with the playfulness of Satoru.

“Megumi! Sorry about yesterday bud, I hope you and the future Mrs. Itadori behaved yourselves. Two crazy kids sharing a hotel room, hah? Sounds like a bad soap opera.” his voice instantly grates on you and Megumi regrets putting him on loudspeaker for you both to hear. You both groan loud enough for Gojo to hear and make him laugh.

“Separate beds, Gojo. And you’re on speaker so try to act your age for once in your life.” Megumi reprimands him as if he is the parent in the situation. It takes Gojo aback slightly, but nothing to knock his trademark annoying confidence off track. “My dad isn’t answering his phone, so, you’ll have to come pick us up today.”

“As much as I love your delightful manners, I can’t. And I must say Megumi it sure sounds weird to hear you call him dad. It’s always been Toji for so long, what’s changed?”

“Slip of the tongue.” Megumi answers, immediately. You can’t tell if it’s guilt or embarrassment that has led him to correct himself to Gojo so hastily.

“You know, certain people can evoke special feelings in you. A challenging presence can make you see the good in the world and other people. Although Toji and I will never get along, I think it’s nice to hear you’re in a forgiving spirit and trying to make it work even after so many disappointments.”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

“I’ll admit, it hurts a little. A man who barely raised you earns the title of dad but I’m just plain ol’ Gojo.”

“I’m not having this conversation over the phone, or ever, actually. What time are you coming to get us?” Megumi puts an end to the uncomfortable conversation you almost wish you hadn’t been present for. But overall, you’re glad. Hearing him be somewhat normal with someone as goofy as Gojo is heart warming to say the least. Perhaps there is some humanity in the monster born of Toji Fushiguro, after all.

“Call me dad and I’ll tell you.”

“No.”

“Alright, fine. I’m still out of town so it’ll have to be tomorrow.” Gojo sighs. It’s a crushing blow and you can’t tell who out of the three of you is more disappointed.

Another day stuck in the hotel with Megumi.

Admittedly it hadn’t been as bad as you were expecting thus far. But there’s still time. And Megumi is flippant. His mood and aggression towards you can change in the blink of an eye.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me. We’re out of town! What’s so important that you can’t drive a few extra hours to collect your stranded kid and a girl?” Megumi bites down the line. You sigh, huffing a strand of hair out of your face as you realise what you are to him. All you are to him is a girl. Not his victim. Not his classmate. A girl.

“Oh now you’re my kid, huh? Interesting. Doesn’t change anything though. I’m way out of town. As in I’m setting off tonight and I’ll be there in the morning to get you guys.”

“Hi, Gojo, it’s me. Obviously. I was just wondering what’s keeping you from setting off now and getting us tonight. I’m sure you can imagine how uncomfortable it is for me to be sharing a room with another man, a man who bullies me on a daily basis. And for Megumi to be sharing a room with… a girl, he loathes.” you speak up, Megumi rolls his eyes at your comment and opts to ignore you. He’s more intrigued to hear what Gojo has to say over putting you in your place.

“I doubt Megumi will be interested in the gory details but a man has needs. The needs just so happened to take me on a wild road trip and more attention gained than intended, not that I’m complaining.”

“Enough. Fine, Gojo. One more night but if you don’t show tomorrow we’re fucking done. Tomorrow morning, I mean it. Get us the hell out of here.” Megumi tells him sternly. You know he has the power to follow through on his words. And yet, you’re unsure if he’ll change his mind when it comes to Gojo.

“Don’t worry, Megumi. There’s only one father figure in your life who’s usually a no show, and we both know it isn’t me.”

The sound of Gojo hanging up the phone is almost deafening. A damaging melody that pricks through your veins. Megumi is visibly irritated, you’d be a fool not to see it. But it’s only because he knows he’s right. Gojo has never let him down in his life. Toji, on the other hand, only seems to let him down. It’s a bothersome truth that makes his hands begin to shake as he grips his thighs. If he wasn’t so volatile at all times, you’d comfort him. Rush to his side and take his hands in yours and tell him it’s going to be okay.

But you can’t.

Instead, you get out of bed and stand to your feet.

“I’m going in the shower,” you tell him. He watches you walk around your bed and head towards the bathroom door.

“Wait,” he speaks, forcing you to halt your actions and wait for him to continue. “I think we should go buy some festival clothes, today.”

“Why?”

“Are you dense? So we can go to the festival, obviously.”

“I keep getting into trouble when I do things with you. I don’t think it’s a good idea… I mean, you go. Call that girl and take her instead. I’ll just hang out here and work on my dissertation or something.”

“Shut up you’re not doing that. You don’t get into trouble with me, because you’re a fucking angel. You live to please everyone and be a good girl, don’t you? It’s not trouble, it’s fun. Don’t you wanna have fun? It’ll be the first time in your whole life, I’m sure.”

“See, this, is not going to work. I’ve had fun but you wouldn’t know that because you, well, you know what you are. So you’re not going to manipulate me with your little mind games into thinking I need to prove myself to you. I don’t. Now, if you don’t mind. I’d quite like to shower.”

“Fine, if that’s how you want to be. I’ll call that girl right now and go with her instead.”

“Great.”

“Yeah, great. Gonna have fun and I’ll probably bring her back here and have even more fun. You might want to figure out somewhere else to be tonight.”

His words grab your attention and he smirks at the way you pout. He promised. Even though you gave him the idea to call up the girl from the store you didn’t think he’d take it as far as to threaten to bring her back here. It’s your own fault, really, for thinking a single word that left his lips held any value.

“Don’t, you said—”

“I said? I said I wanna have fun today, so if you aren’t on board I’ll make my own fun. You’re not gettin’ in the way of my good time and if that involves me bringing a girl back to fuck, you aren’t going to stop me.” there he is, the real him.

He’s such a prick you can’t even think straight as you consider what an idiot you are time and time again. Each time there is a shred of decency in him it’s torn away moments later. A speckle of humanity replaced by a plume of toxic smoke.

“Shopping… sounds good. I’ll never turn down new clothes. So, lets have… fun.”

“Atta girl, that’s more like it.” Megumi snarls. “Hurry up O’Keeffe. Wastin’ precious time here. Gonna make today one to remember.”

—

No one brings out a worse side of you than Megumi Fushiguro. He’s seen you at your angriest and saddest. But for some reason his intentions have blossomed into something even more sinister, although it might not seem as such to your untrained eyes. He just wants to have fun, you think.

He does, but there is a brand new goal in mind.

The purity emanating off of you is just so sickening to him. Why have you got such a wholesome aura about you when he is completely and utterly rotten to the core?

Corruption.

That’s his new plan. You were closer to the truth than you knew when you accused him of getting you into trouble. Was it wrong of him to lie? Was it wrong of him to gaslight you and make you think that wasn’t anywhere near his intention? Of course.

But Megumi Fushiguro rarely gives a fuck about what is right and wrong.

He has always wanted to ruin you. The method in how has grown into something new. Easier, he suspects. There is so much trouble he can really get you into. Ruin that perfect, sweet image you try so desperately to maintain whenever you can.

He’s had enough of it.

What is there to enjoy about being the way everyone wants you to be? There’s a little devil in you, he’s certain. He’s going to do everything in his power to force it out of you.

You don’t object when he suggests waiting outside of your changing room to confer with you about your outfit choices.

He’s never felt like this before.

A rich kid.

Admittedly, the store isn’t expensive and the clothes aren’t designer. But being with you and seeing how willing you are to blow money from your parents credit card on whatever you want is making him feel like a cliché.

He wasn’t rich growing up. Toji figures throwing money at the problem that is his son is as good a way as any to earn forgiveness.

Megumi wasn’t about to object to that.

Each time you step out of the changing room there’s only one word permeating his sealed lips.

Skimpier

Skimpier

Skimpier

It’s the only thing he wants to say, but you both know he’s smarter than that. He manages to put a unique spin on the word and translate it into something more innocent. Something that will actually encourage you to obey without knowing he’s manipulating you. He hasn’t earnt that right yet. Despite having a good familiarity in such a short period of time on how to handle you, he isn’t quite where he needs to be with you yet.

Skimpier = I’m sure you can do better than that.

Skimpier = I like it, but I think the other girls here will go all out.

Skimpier = The colour is nice, but, do you really want to be shown up by me?

He’s finally satisfied when you emerge one last time from behind the curtain. It’s obvious you feel a little self conscious, though he’s confident a few compliments will get you out of your shell.

You’re substantially taller than usual given the white, lace up, platform boots you’re now wearing. It’s embarrassing to stand in front of Megumi in so little clothing. You’re essentially in a bra and panties. It’s more like a bikini, really, purple holographic material covering your intimate flesh. You found a pair of gem studded, white, fishnet tights to wear with it as well as a purple tutu. The tutu somehow makes you look even sluttier despite it adding an additional layer.

“Perfect,” Megumi grins, “Excuse me, miss? Do you have any accessories for the festival that might go with my friend's outfit?” he asks. The girl turns around and your blood runs cold when you realise it’s the girl he gave his number to yesterday. She simply scoffs and barges by one of her co-workers who looks at her incredulously. She apologises on her behalf and picks up some purple butterfly hairclips for you to wear.

“I see people wear pigtails with these clips if that helps.” the assistant tells you. Megumi raises his eyebrows and nods thinking it’s a great idea. There’s something about pigtails that for whatever reason drive him wild. Maybe it’s the idiotic innocence of them. Grown women donning them in an attempt to look youthful. There is something thrilling about the prospect of making you go off the rails and become a totally new person before Yuuji comes back from his trip.

He might not even recognise you.

“I’m not sure about this, Megumi.” you admit. He squints his eyes hoping it comes across as thoughts rather than disdain, urging you to continue. “What are you wearing?”

“Why tell you when I can show you?” Megumi grins as he steps into the changing room beside you.

You are standing for a good five minutes before you decide to steal the seat he had been sitting in. Whatever he’s picked must have a lot of accessories for him to be taking this long for him to be fully dressed. Even the sales assistant tries to keep you entertained with idle chit chat as you wait.

He emerges and you are almost lost for words. A lot of accessories was an understatement. He’s wearing ridiculous flared blue jeans and has decided to go shirtless. You had no idea what kind of body he’d been hiding beneath his clothes the entire time but you definitely weren’t expecting him to be so fucking defined. In fact, he has a similar body type to Yuuji. The reason he had taken so fucking long to get dressed is because he was covering his arms in plastic kandi bracelets. He also had a few matching necklaces on him and he is sucking on a strawberry lollipop as he leaned against the changing room door.

“Oh my… you look like a—”

“A what?”

“A slut, Megumi. You look, hah, you look like a total slut!”

“Perfect, so we match. Exactly what I wanted.” he teases back as he goes back to sucking on the lollipop. He reaches into the pocket of his new jeans and tosses another one at you.

“The fashion here is wild,” you say as you begin unwrapping the plastic packaging on your lolly, “is it a town choice or just for the festival? It’s very rave-y.” you ask the clerk. She nods, completely agreeing with you as soon as the words leave your mouth.

“Yeah, um, to be honest a lot of people are against the festival now. It started as quite a sweet wholesome event but it’s turned into a more youth focused event. An excuse to get drunk and mess around, really. So yeah, it’s pretty much a big rave nowadays.” she explains.

Your eyes find Megumi’s and he’s immediately raising his eyebrows in quick succession when they meet. Trouble. You know it and he knows it.

But, as she said, this is a youth focused event. Megumi and yourself definitely qualify. He holds out his hand for you to shake; an agreement under the phrase ‘I’ll wear mine if you wear yours’. And honestly, you don’t see the harm if you both look so stupid.

The pair of you receive an array of disapproving looks as you sit and wiggle on the check out desks while the cashiers scan the items you’re wearing. You don’t particularly feel proud that you raise your leg for the man to scan your boots and more or less flash him your new bikini bottoms. Megumi spends far too long getting each individual bracelet and necklace scanned. But by the end of it all, they aren’t disappointed when you give them each a hefty tip courtesy of your credit cards.

“You’re dumb with money.” Megumi tells you.

“Look who’s talking!”

“You’ve always had money, but you’re still a little shopping addict. It’s new to me, I’m having fun.”

“Well I’m trying to have fun too. Wasn’t that what you wanted today?”

“You got me there,” he chuckles to himself. “I was thinking of something else fun we could do.”

Before you can answer, he’s pulling you into a fast food restaurant and holding your hand as the two of you run upstairs. He scans the area to make sure no one is around and drags you into the toilets. He shoves you against the sinks and lifts you up onto the edge.

Your heart is pounding.

It’s intense and heated and you feel like you’re being manhandled by Yuuji when he’s worked up after a shitty day at school. You wonder if he’s thinking about the time he pressed his lips against yours at your parents house.

He wonders if you’re thinking the same.

Your chest is heaving and your eyes are vibrating. He watches as your vision alternates between his eyes and his mouth. Your mind is spinning and you’re under the weight of too many heavy emotions you can’t think straight. But despite all of that, you wouldn’t do this to Yuuji, would you?

He helps answer the question as he backs away from you a little and pulls his wallet out of his back pocket. You’re starting to worry he’s about to pull a condom out. But it turns out to be worse than that.

“This is fun.” he tells you, dangling a bag of cocaine in front of your face. He laughs at the slither of saliva that bulges down your throat as you gulp heartily. He knows you’ve never done drugs before. Other than when he spiked you, obviously. He could have laced the coke with anything. He’s playing the long game with you, you think. You shake your head, telling him you want nothing to do with the white powder.

“I don’t feel comfortable doing that, with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m fucking scared. Of drugs and you. I don’t know where I stand with you Megumi and I am too naïve and trusting to keep falling for your little tricks and schemes.”

“You think I did something to this?”

“I—”

“C’mere,” he mutters. He shoves your torso back until your head hits off the mirrored wall behind you. You gasp as he pries your knees apart, opening your legs. You quickly slam them shut but it’s a waste of time. He opens them again and gives you a warning look. “Hold still, and watch.” he commands.

He tips some of the coke onto your thigh and uses his pinkie finger to move it into a straight line. You look at him intently as he holds his right nostril with a finger and lowers his face down to the drug on your leg. It’s impossible not to stare as a raven head of hair moves further up your thigh and towards your cunt. He tilts his head, insisting that you hold eye contact with him as he consumes every last speck of coke onto his tongue.

You’re breathless by the end of it. But it isn’t the end. He shoves his little finger into your mouth to lick the remaining residue off him. He’s proven it isn’t laced, at least. Still though, there’s no fucking reason that you needed to obey.

A fucking people pleaser through and through.

“Good girl,” he praises and coos as you hum around his finger, “it’s good, isn’t it? Wanna try it properly?” he asks. You’re hesitant. You know it isn’t right. You know Toji will kick his ass when he finds out he even suggested it let alone pressured you into it. But what can you say? You succumb to his will, nodding meekly and agreeing to his ridiculous stupid idea.

“How do I— I’ve changed my mind this is stupid. I feel stupid. Fuck, Megumi, I really hate you. You’re making me feel like a fucking loser as if it’s cool to do drugs, it isn’t. I don’t—”

“Hey, hey. It’s alright, I know it’s your first time I don’t think you’re stupid. ‘m gonna pour it out. I think you should lick it up instead of snorting it like me, don’t think you’ll like it.” his words soothe you a little and your fucking fluttering eyelashes are the picture of perfect innocence.

God he’s excited to see what a mess you’ll be when you’re high together. He helps you down off the sink and trades places with you. He pulls his necklaces over his head and puts them down before leaning backwards and dusting coke between his pecks. “Use your tongue.” he instructs.

You reluctantly lean closer to him and stick your tongue out. Your big eyes are looking up at him for guidance, like he’s some kind of expert. To you, he is. He nods, spurring you on. Finally your tongue connects with his body. His eyelids shake a little as he tries to concentrate on keeping them open. You got a little further than you’re meant to, finishing off by lightly kissing his collarbone. He teased you, it’s only fair that you tease him back.

“I’ll be okay, won’t I?” you ask him. He jumps down and holds your shoulders, bending over a little so he can look directly into your eyes.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ fly, babe.”

—

He isn’t wrong. You practically fly from the bathroom all of the way to the parade together. The pair of you are laughing the entire way, not quite sure what's so funny. You order a few shots of vodka together to enjoy while you wait for the floats to come down the street.

The atmosphere is surreal. Mostly teenagers and people in their early twenties standing in the streets dancing to the head hammering techno music that was drilling into your heads. Once you're bored of vodka shots you moved onto jäger bombs, and by the time you're good and drunk your high wears off.

It doesn’t stop either of you from having a good time though. You interact with a few other party goers and don’t bother to learn each other’s names. The music and good times are enough for all of you.

You aren’t sure what has come over you, but you decide to join the parade. You run into the road and begin dancing. Eventually, you're invited to dance atop one of the floats.

Megumi’s stomach hurts from laughing as he watches you shake your ass and dance with the other girls on the float. If either of you were in your right minds, you’d likely be discussing how unbelievable it is that such a tiny coastal town has such a huge festival every year.

It’s a tourist attraction, a lot of other people are from out of town, like yourselves. Hence the fully booked hotels and the droves of people equally as intoxicated and high on life.

Megumi walks alongside the parade float, making sure not to lose you. You point him out to the girls you’re dancing with, each of them having no shame in telling you what a handsome boyfriend you have. He doesn’t hear them say it. And for once, you hold your tongue. You aren’t sure why you aren’t objecting to him being your boyfriend like you normally do.

Maybe it’s because you’re drunk, or because he’s actually being nice to you and taking care of you for a change. Maybe while you're under the influence he has more potential as a boyfriend, something you'd never admit to while sober.

The sky is changing from bright blue to burning orange and pink before your eyes. You decide you’ve had enough of dancing and ask Megumi to help you down. He looks so different under such a romantic sky. The warm colours adding life to his pale face. He is handsome, the girls weren’t wrong. His problem is that he has such an ugly soul.

And yet, this weekend, you think there’s a chance such a horrid interior could be fixed.

He pulls you back into the crowd and over to the outdoor bar for more shots. The two of you are disappointed when you’re told the bar is closing for the day. How are you supposed to carry on getting black out drunk now?

“The party is raging on by the beach, friends. Fire pit, tiki bar, dance floors. Start heading down and you’ll find what you’re looking for.” the bartender informs you both. Megumi thanks him and takes your hand to guide you down to the beach.

It’s like a hive-mind as everyone has the same idea. Everyone walking in unison down to the beach to get served and continue the evening. You make it there fairly ahead of everyone else, but thankfully there’s a multitude of tiki bars set up to serve people their alcohol. Once you ingest another five vodka shots, this time with gummy bears, you head over to one of the dance floors.

You and Megumi stand apart as you dance on your own but watch each other’s moves. He’s impressed by the way you shake your hips and drop it low, the lack of confidence in your outfit seeming to now be a thing of the past as you parade yourself around as if you own the place. You watch him pause for a moment, snacking on one of his bracelets.

“I didn’t know they were edible!” you yell at him. He nods, pulling you nearer to him by your wrist and holding his arm up to you. Like him, you begin to nibble on the candy as you both simply change which foot your putting the most pressure on in time with the music.

“I think I want to have some more fun,” he tells you. You watch him pull his wallet out of his back pocket again and you assume he’s searching for more coke. You’re a little surprised when you see him take out a little yellow pill with a smiley face on it. He settles it on his tongue and sticks it out at you before swallowing.

“W-What was, ‘sat?” you slur, curious about what he just ingested.

“E, baby,” he tells you. “Wanna try?” he cranes his head to line his mouth up with your ear, shouting so that you can hear him over the boisterous music.

Well, if he is having some, you have to follow suit.

You’re matching his amount of drinks and drug consumption so far. You can’t let yourself down and fall behind now. At least – that is the rationale your drunken and dissolving mind has decided.

You nod and squint your eyes at him. Like it’s obvious that you want a try. He takes another pill from his wallet. This time it’s pink with a little heart in the centre. He puts it on his tongue and sticks it out for you to take. You hold out your hand, hoping he will put it there instead, but he doesn’t budge.

“Give it to me.” you order, but he shakes his head.

“’ake it.” he replies, speaking as best he can with the pill comfortably on his tongue. You reach your fingers up to grab it but it quickly withdraws into his mouth. You repeat this another three times before you huff in annoyance and exhaustion. He sticks his tongue out even further, wiggling it around like you’re a horse with a carrot dangling in front of your face.

And you’re a fool, because you submit.

You lean forward and he catches your hips in his hands as your lips make contact with his. He pushes the ecstasy pill from his tongue to yours and it practically slides down your throat. That should have been the end of it.

But of course, it isn’t. You can justify it all you like by telling yourself you’re drunk. You aren’t in your right mind and God dammit you’re missing Yuuji. But those are just excuses.

And excuses won't cut it, because unlike at your parents manor, you aren’t pushing him away. You’re melting into him. He pulls your body flush against his and you wrap your arms around his neck. Your tongues are so soft against one another as they dance together, and you have no idea why, but you start smiling into it.

Probably the drugs.

He laughs into your mouth when he feels your smile, pulling away and kissing your forehead. You’re feeling the music more than you had been, more than you ever have in your life. You feel him spin you around so your back is to his chest. His arms are tight around you as you sway in time with the music. He rests his head on top of yours and can feel his jaw tightening and moving.

You push off of him a little and begin grind your ass against him. His arm comes over your shoulder and you feel his fingers trace delicately atop your breast. It doesn’t bother you, though. You don’t stop dancing or moving on him. It makes you laugh when you remember how hard he was last night just when you were laying in bed together. You’re fully rubbing onto him now and you can only imagine how hard he’s trying to stop himself from getting an erection.

You have no idea.

Similarly to Megumi, your jaw begins to clench and swing as the effects of the E start coming over you more.

Megumi thinks he’s in love with you, whispering it every chance he gets into your hair. You don’t pay it any mind, though, knowing you’ll both have forgotten about it come morning. Maybe the pills make him happier, nicer.

He feels an intense desire to be lovely.

Positively overwhelmed with a dire need the show anyone who’ll listen to him how much he loves them. He even catches eyes with the bartender for a moment and considers telling him how much he loves him.

You feel paranoid when you can’t control how your jaw is aching and moving on it’s own. All eyes are on you, you think, as you look stupid and can’t get a hold of what your face is doing. Why is everyone looking at you? Tears begin to free fall. It’s not supposed to be like this. You’re meant to be happy, to be in ecstasy. You’re panicking. It’s too much.

It’s too fucking much.

“Megumi—” you turn, facing him and allowing him to see how blown to hell your pupils are and how watery your eyes and cheeks are.

“Woah, what happened?” he asks, cupping your face and wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“I wanna go, I wanna go please. I can’t. Megumi I can’t—”

“Yeah, fuck. Okay.” he tells you.

Soon enough he’s holding your hand tight as he wades through the crowds of people. He keeps looking back to make sure you’re alright, his heart breaking a little each time he sees you sniffle or do a little hiccupping sob. He isn’t sure if it would be a better idea to walk to the hotel or try and get a taxi. It isn’t too far, he’s sure you’ll manage.

It’s a miracle you aren’t both frozen over like Jack Nicholson in the end of The Shining. You aren’t exactly dressed well for the chill bite of the night time air. You don’t think either of you could have chosen skimpier clothing if you tried.

“Take me home, Megumi—”

“I will, sweetheart, ‘m gonna get us home. Love you baby, alright? We’ll be home real soon.”

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© 2024 rinhaler

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[saetoru]

cheating on gojo with his mom instead <3

this is the only valid option <3

[demon-blood-youths]

Kisho paid Megumi the $600 then when Kinie points out Eito and his supposed involvement in this game. Eito squawks and Kisho gasped.

"WHAT?! How dare you accuse Eito of your bad investments?!" Kisho yelled. "First off! I'm also losing money and only have several properties that help me make money. But someone here buys so much property like he's the king of everything and most likely can't do math!!" He said.

Hana laughs. as Taz rolls the dice and goes to move her piece and lands where she has to draw a card.

"Just pay already." Megumi sighed looking to Kisho and yet he only remains quiet. However, this made him sighing. "However, lets just move on." He said muttering. "So..pay up." he said.

Miko blinks but she keeps watching seeing Yuria roll. She looks to see she land on Taz's property. However, it only got Miko looking to everyone.

"Hey, she's got a point! How come your fucking turkey is like that!?" Sukuna shouted at Kisho pointing at Eito. "Damn turkey! I knew you were everyone's downfall!!!"

[emphistic]

"Daddy," said Megumi, as he took his seat beside Toji on the couch, "do you love Mama?"

What a ridiculous question, Toji scoffed, flicking his son's forehead, "'course I do. Why do you think you're here?"

"Well, I love Mama more than you."

"Sure, buddy," Toji grinned, bringing his attention back to the TV.

"It's true! I love Mama thiiiiiis much," Megumi said, stretching his arms out on both sides.

Clearly amused, Toji decided to indulge in the little critter's antics for once. "Yeah? Well, that's just too bad, Megs, 'cause I love your mama thiiis much."

Obviously due to his greater height and size, the wingspan of Toji was no match for Little Megumi, who merely narrowed his eyes at his father with an adorable pout on his lips.

"Whatever, that's cheating!" Megumi huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Mama loves me more, anyway."

"Nah."

It's needless to say, that, Toji's made tons and tons of children cry before in his lifetime. But, he's never made a child FIGHT him. Well, there's a first for everything. And, anywho, it's clear whose genes dominate when it comes to your son. (Personality and looks wise.)

[rush-the-stars]

came across your homewreker megumi and god you're so right. I can definitely see him a little twisted and unwell, aiming for you and having the audacity to be jealous

he's possessive and has the ability to be so feral- consequently breaking up with him would be neverending. Those eyes would be burning on your skin forever

god anon EXACTLY.

i just think megumi would 1. be starving enough for you/for love that he would be a homewrecker. he'd take whatever you give him. but then also. 2. yeah he literally has the audacity to pick a fight with your partner.

i don't think megumi really lets you go. like ever lol. he might let you think you're split up but like. whose going to look out for you forever? who are you going to run to when you're in danger or in need? he's gonna make sure it's always him you turn to.

[m-ayo-o]

Hello.. (:

Pt 2 for this is done......

series ; foxtrot ★⋆. ࿐࿔ episode ; popcorn

-> 21+ megumi is starting to think his deadbeat dad doesn't deserve a girl like you

-> cw: cheating mention, toji hate, tension. wc: 2.4k

Would you ever cheat on him?

The question plays on your mind after your friends had a discussion about your older man (a subject that they will never drop due to their endless curiosity).

I'd be too scared.

One of them added. Yeah, they don't know the half of it.

You just ignore their dumb questions and refocus on the actual issue at hand, that one of them had cheated on their boyfriend and was needing some advice.

They were screwed.

But you contemplated it over and over, until you came to the conclusion that you could be convinced, coerced even, by one man other than Toji himself.

"Megumi?"

"What?" He barks back from the living room, sounding annoyed as ever.

"Popcorn?"

He grumbles affirmatively and you continue your Sunday evening routine.

You were slowly starting to admit to yourself that the only other man you could see in that light was... his hot son.

He's around your age, maybe a year or so older.

You were transfixed by him as soon as you were introduced.

His dad noticed a spark between you immediately and it made a little awkward wedge whenever you three would hang out.

You would steal glances of each other over dinner. You would smile when he spoke.

And tonight, on movie nights, Toji started noticing an odd habit forming. Usually, you'd get a bowl of popcorn while Megumi chose the movie and he cracked open a beer. You'd bring the freshly popped kernels into the living room and settle on Toji's lap, then feed him throughout the movie and eventually end up with his hands under your t-shirt.

But now, you choose to sit in the gap between the two of them. The whole reason you sat on Toji in the first place was that the sofa is a little small for the three of you.

Despite this, you bury yourself between their broad shoulders and make yourself as small as possible. But your body is in complete and undeniable contact with both men.

When Toji asks why you're sitting there, you answer with 'it's comfier here' and he just doesn't believe you. Megumi lets out a breathy snort before saying-

"She's probably just fed up with having an old man groping her all night..."

At which he receives a smack on the back of his head.

So you sit through the movie, sharing popcorn, nestled between the two of them. And you're trying to stay focused on the screen but Megumi's hands are distracting you. You curse yourself for being so idiotic. How could you be more engaged by a pair of hands than one of the most highly rated gangster movies of all time?

But the elegance of them has captured you. One rests easily on the far arm of the sofa, while the other dips in and out of the glass bowl that's sitting on your lap, rustling for fresh popcorn.

Toji's hands are attractive. Working hands. Rough and ready. Hard and thick and calloused. Before you met him you didn't know hands could look so... muscular.

But his son's are totally different. They're not feminine by any means. They look strong, too, and big, but his fingers are longer and incredibly dexterous. His nails are well maintained and everything about him is so clean and precise.

Every time you come into contact with his fingers in the bowl, your face heats up and you get a nervous feeling in your chest. But you quickly pull away and give him a little sorry glance as if you're not doing it on purpose.

When the popcorn is nearly finished those fingers dig around the bowl and pinch up the last of the most crunchy un-popped kernels which he seems to like gnawing on. And where the glass bowl is sitting on your thighs, he mindlessly searches the bottom while he's enrapt with the movie, and you look down to see his fingers over your crotch. Your eyes go wide and you feel a new wave of heat over your body. You squirm a little and try to back up, wiggling your hips into the crease of the sofa cushions.

He looks to the side to see why you're fidgeting, his eyes meeting yours briefly before they skim down your body, where he finds his fingers resting inches from the pleats of your skirt between your legs. His gaze hovers there for a moment while you stay rigidly still, and he eyes you through the glass as if you're naked under him, tapping a couple of times before pointing out the obvious;

"We're out of popcorn."

You suddenly stand up out of fear that you're going to burst into flames from his mere proximity...

You take the bowl in your hand and smooth out your skirt before heading to the kitchen to get some more. Toji pauses the film and Megumi heads for the bathroom.

After which, he saunters into the kitchen and gets a drink from the fridge. You just concentrate on the stove, where the popcorn is starting to lift the lid of the pot as you stand closely monitoring it.

"Enjoying the movie?"

He asks casually, to which you nod with a little mhm.

He gets closer and watches the popcorn with you for a few seconds.

"Bet you couldn't tell me what's happened so far," he whispers and you look to the side to meet his handsome face as he winks then strides back into the living room.

Sometimes it's like there are two of him. Honestly.

With the credits playing on screen Toji groaned and got up for a cigarette, leaving you two alone.

And you swear you couldn't cut the tension in here with the sharpest blade in the house (of which there are many).

"Who was your favourite character?"

He pipes up, adjusting his body to face you, bringing one knee up on the sofa so his legs are spread in his black jeans.

You ponder for a moment and realise you can't remember a single one of their names.

"Um..." you bite your lip as your eyes search the room.

It brings him amusement that you can't answer. So he asks you another question in this quiz you are destined to fail.

"Your favourite scene?"

A lethally attractive smirk plays on his lips. His eyebrows raise a fraction in anticipation of your reply...

There's a pause.

The silence presses you to answer.

"The.. um, the car chase was pretty intense."

You hazard a guess that there probably was one.

"Oh? So you did watch some of the movie?"

He inches closer and his hand sinks into the popcorn bowl again.

"You weren't staring at me the whole time then?"

You swallow and try to back away. From his scent, his breath, his brashness.

You thought that was Toji's thing.

You shake your head slowly, trying to deny the allegations before you hear the back door open and close.

He lingers there, with his face inches from yours, playing a deadly game of chicken.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

His dad's heavy footsteps sound along the corridor while Megumi's hand remains a glass bowl away from your body that Toji seems to think he owns.

If he found you and him like this you're sure you'd both be executed.

So you jump up from the sofa with a flick of your skirt before you all but run for the stairs.

Where Toji catches you in the corridor with your chest heaving and your cheeks burning after the close encounter with his son.

"Whoa, no running in the hallways," he jokes and grabs your waist, halting you entirely. Effortlessly.

"You in a hurry or something?"

He brings you to face him and you shake your head.

"I- I mean, yes, I just need the bathroom."

He gives you a questioning glance and notices the heat on your cheeks, the pulse beating heavy in your throat, your pupils dilated and black.

He knows this look very well.

You're... aroused.

But why do you look like this now.

He brings a thumb to your cheek that's burning up.

"Everything ok, doll?"

He has you in his clutches now. He knows something's up.

It's just an instinct. A man knows his son.

A hunter sees another hunter.

And he wants to find out what he's up to.

"Yes fine," you quirk back, pulling your shirt to waft your body, "that one sex scene got me... um," you feign embarrassment, "a bit hot."

It might be enough to cover your tracks for a moment but he gives you a suspicious once over then lets you go.

He turns and heads for the living room and you sprint up the stairs to splash your face with ice cold water.

You're playing with fire here. With both of them.

You need to put it out before someone gets burned.

~

When midnight came around you all finally went to bed and, as usual, you joined Toji in his room. You used the family bathroom and stumbled awkwardly into his son while wearing nothing but Toji's t-shirt.

He paused and looked you up and down in the doorway as if you were bare.

The white cotton draped over your shoulders, hanging from the perky peaks of your nipples and alluding to the curve of your hips and ass.

What's the point in women getting dressed up, the younger man thinks, when they look so good like this?

No make up, looking fresh, clean and... pure.

He could soon change that.

His stomach turns at the thought and he steps past you into the bathroom.

You sleep restlessly. It's too hot.

Toji's body gives off such heat it's stifling some nights. At least he just let you curl up next to him rather than launching a full scale investigation as to why you were looking so flustered earlier. You're sure that'll come tomorrow.

But it seems that tomorrow isn't coming anytime soon, with you getting up and down from bed all night, going to the bathroom. You're drinking so much water, trying to keep cool. Then on your latest trip you decide to douse yourself as well.

You soak a soft towel and bring the cool fabric over your face and down your neck, and you sigh, feeling instant relief, until you jump with the sound of the door creaking open.

"Wait!" You shout whisper, but the intruder ignores you.

He steps in and ruffles his spiky hair with a yawn, telling you to get out.

"Move."

But you need to cool down some more and you weren't done.

"Just- wait a second."

You attempt to scold him but his hands move quick and you're on the other side of the bathroom door before you know it.

Did he just... manhandle me?

You're shocked, mouth gaping, until the door swings open and he allows you back inside, where he closes the door and makes himself comfortable on the closed lid of the toilet.

But you're feeling far from comfortable, with him starting up an awkward line of questioning after staring at you for a few minutes.

"Why do you like him?"

You try to pretend that you didn't hear over the gentle splashing of water.

"Most women date him for his body. I can always hear them moaning."

You choke on the sip of water you were just taking from your hand.

He has your attention now. Good.

"Not you, though."

Your eyes shift in his direction and his eyebrow quirks up.

"Do you like it when he touches you?"

He thinks about all the times his dad has his big, clumsy hands on you, touching you so casually, seemingly without thought. It makes him cringe.

"Why do you let him do it in front of me? Most women would have a problem with that."

He keeps pressing. Interrogating, almost.

"You let him because you think he's attractive?"

Your cheeks burn with indignation.

Was it really that simple? Are you really that simple?

Or is it because you want him to see what his father is allowed to do to you? You want him to notice. You want him to be jealous.

Your silence only encourages him.

"So, if you have the hots for my old man," he rises to his feet and stands behind you, his arms surrounding your body with his hands on the porcelain sink, "you think I'm attractive too?"

You're caught. Trapped.

He knows it's true. You know it. And soon, you're afraid, his father will too. But he keeps going.

"And we already know your rule..." his hand makes contact with your arm and you're finally and suddenly cold.

Freezing, in fact, with goosebumps errupting and hairs prickling.

"Attractive people are allowed... to touch you."

Which was his excuse, his reasoning, for wrapping his hand around your slender wrists and holding them behind your back.

"I'm allowed, aren't I?"

He whispers in your ear through your little pleas, telling him that he shouldn't touch you, and if your dad finds out...

But you daren't finish the sentence. You don't want to admit guilt just yet. Not when it feels this good.

To be touched by him.

"You want me to, don't you?"

His tone switches from low sibilation to seduction, his pitch dropping to a deep and raspy timbre with his canines flashing a daring smile.

You can feel your body stirring; rousing to the sound of his voice.

And he presses himself as close as he has ever been to your body, his midnight eyes studying your face in the mirror before they dip over your figure, making sure to take in those damp, see through patches on the thin, white shirt. The sight of your hardened nipples through the wet material is doing terrible things to him. He has to touch you some more.

His lips make contact with the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, before he sinks his teeth into the cartilage making you choke on your own breath.

"You know what would happen, if he caught me touching you?"

You close your eyes at this and your imagination takes you to awful places. And you nod, up and down, slowly.

His lips disconnect from your ear and he releases your wrists.

"We wouldn't want that now, would we doll?"

He coos his father's nickname for you and before you know it he's giving you an easy smirk and stepping out, leaving you trembling in the bathroom.

After this chilling encounter it seems all the blood has drained from your pretty face and you're feeling much cooler. Perhaps you'll try to sleep. But you're out of luck, since the images of him keep playing through your mind.

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