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payback ! m. fushiguro

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경고 // warnings: not proofread. enemies to lovers. college au. oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, degrading (slut), praising (pretty girl), generally indecisive dom megumi. unprotected sex! lowercase intended.

a/n: use a condom. also i’m starting to notice my love for megumi is coming back hard.

— megumi genuinely could not explain how he felt about you. one minute you pissed him off so bad that he had to leave a lesson (of course, he didn’t hear the end of it from gojo) and then the next you frustrate him. but not just any type of frustration.

it was the type that stuck with him all day, the same moment constantly on repeat. maybe it was that you accidentally bumped into him due to lack of spacial awareness, or that you’d blatantly cut him off mid sentence to chip in your thoughts during a conversation with your friends.

whatever it was, it pissed him the fuck off, and the pent up frustration was quite the hassle to deal with on his own.

so he figured he'd call you out on it the next time you messed up his mood. maybe guilt trip you into getting him a few snacks, something light to teach you a lesson on not angering him.

the next time you did mess up, though, his plan changed.

you had just spilled your juice on his and your own uniform, the liquid seeping through to the white button-up underneath his jacket. the juice had stained your clothing as well, so you quickly removed the jacket to see that the juice had made your shirt see-through. it was a complete accident, but the look of pure distraught on the boy’s face was enough for you to gather you had just sent him fuming.

megumi didn’t say anything at all, not even after your never-ending apologies and offers to get him a new top. he simply raised his gaze from his shirt to look at you.

megumi towered over you, his lean figure intimidating you. his eyebrows were furrowed and he methodically sucked in his cheek over and over again, almost as if he was thinking on how to react. suddenly, he cocked his head to the side and relaxed his brows, a much more lightened expression, almost as if he got an idea.

“y’know what? c’mon.”

that was all he said before his larger, cold hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the scene.

quite frankly, megumi didn’t know where you two were going. somewhere private, he hoped, so he could personally humiliate you like you just did for him. there was only one distinct difference between what you just did and what he was about to do: your humiliation was for his eyes only.

as he dragged you down the halls, students looked, pointed, and whispered. this had to look odd; the school’s most moody boy and the clumsy girl together? no one expected it.

you certainly didn’t expect when megumi took a sharp turn into a janitors closet, locking the door of the tight space.

he turned to meet you, finally relaxing your wrist from his grip, which was sure to leave a bruise.

“who the fuck do you think you are?” he said coldly. the closet was dark, but not dark enough to hide your face from his gaze. you stammered to give a response, clearly intimidated by his tone.

he stepped closer, leaning down to your eye level, and in the most calm tone, he asked you once again.

“did you not hear me? i asked you a fucking question.”

“i really don’t know what you mean, it was an accident-”

“i could give two shits if it was an accident or not, you ruined my shirt.”

“well i offered to get you another but you straight up ignored me.” you said, crossing your arms, clearly annoyed by his ego.

“i heard you offering the shirt, y/n, it’s just the fact that you always seem to find a way to piss me off.” he said, his dark blue eyes locked on yours. even through the darkness of the room, he could still see that your body tensed. he knew it totally betrayed your tough exterior, and you knew it too.

“i don’t understand what you’re talking about, fushiguro. why did you drag me all the way here when i could’ve easily just gotten you a shirt?” you said.

megumi had to think about his next words wisely. he was very aware that you infuriated him.

but did it turn him on?

“y/n, i’m gonna be completely honest with you.” he said, pausing. megumi pronounced every syllable clearly, making sure to to drag out the word “completely,” almost as if he were talking to a small child.

“you frustrate me in ways i cannot fathom, but it’s something about you that doesn’t make sense to me.” he began. he took a deep breath before he spoke again.

“i don’t want anyone else to have you.”

he said it so bluntly. so casually, it was almost frightening. you had absolutely no idea what was going through this boy’s head. one minute he was pissed at you for spilling juice on his shirt, now he’s confessing his sexual attraction to you? what the fuck is going on?

megumi dreaded the next few seconds of silence — not because you didn’t respond, but because he couldn’t read your face. despite it being dark, he was close enough to make out the details of your face. he just couldn’t tell what your expression meant.

“what?”

you on the other hand were straight-up baffled.

“fushiguro i really don’t know what to say, i mean this makes absolutely no sense,” you started. you watched as megumi’s face dropped, a look of disappointment washed across it. he expected the answer, but it still stung a bit.

“but i’m not opposed to it.”

the taller boy’s head immediately lifted, his body perking up along with. you hesitated but figured this was the time to say it.

“since we’re being honest, i’ve always found you attractive, fushiguro. i just didn’t expect that you’d feel the same about me. i mean, i always ruin your day.”

“i think i just gotta teach you a lesson now.” his voiced lowered. you felt shivers go down your spine, and your nose tickled as his hair brushed against it. fushiguro’s hands made their way to your waist, snaking around to pull you impossibly closer in the small closet.

he brought a hand from your waist to your chin, lifting it up to meet his gaze.

“can i kiss you?”

you felt the room get hot as he asked you. it’s all you wanted, and who were you to keep the man waiting?

“yes, please.”

fushiguro’s lips crashed onto yours, his hand cupping your face while the other snaked lower to grip your ass. your hands felt along his muscular arms, stopping to grip for support as he smacked your ass. you gasped, and fushiguro quickly took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. the kiss grew more passionate as it continued, and for a moment, you felt bliss.

eventually, both of his hands made their way down, and fushiguro cupped your thighs as he lifted you up to straddle his waist. you felt a prominent bulge against your heat, and the pool in your panties grew.

you pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his.

“fushiguro,” you began.

“megumi.” he corrected.

“megumi, can we go somewhere more private?” you asked bluntly. you were sure you were intoxicated by his pink lips, which currently, gave your lips no filter.

he smirked as he placed you back on the ground, the height difference between you two becoming obvious again.

“yea, cmon.” megumi said, his hand reached for yours as he dragged you out of the closet and into a nearby empty classroom. he locked the door and shut the blinds behind you, making sure that no one could see. he couldn’t guarantee that they wouldn’t hear you, so at least you could keep your dignity somewhat intact.

after closing the final blind, megumi turned to you with a newfound dominance on his face. his eyes darkened and his stance got heavy, almost as if he was hunting and you were his prey.

he slowly walked towards you and extended a hand, to which you grabbed. he led you to a desk in the room and motioned for you to lay down. you complied, laying down with your legs closed.

“open.” he said as he opened your legs. he sat in the chair at the table, face nearly inches away from your clothed cunt.

“can i take this off pretty girl?” he asked, staring up at your chest. you looked down to see you were still wearing your juice-covered shirt. you nodded and he quickly reached up to help you take off your shirt. megumi admired your breasts for a minute, as they sat prettily in your favorite bra.

“you’re so beautiful.” he said. that was enough to make you weak. your ears got hot as he brought his hands up to your chest.

“can i touch?” megumi said as his hands stopped right before they made contact with your tits. you hummed softly.

“i need verbal confirmation, love.” he said calmly. you replied with a short “yes,” and with that confirmation, he reached and began to squeeze your tits.

it felt surprisingly good, his heavy hands groping you. he felt all around your breasts and leaned into your neck as well to leave a faint trail of love bites from your ear to your—actually, your bra was in the way.

“take it off.” he said bluntly. you felt that his movements stilled as you sat up to look at him. his lips were red and swollen as he retracted his hands from your chest. you looked down to see that he meant your bra, so quickly, you unhooked it and slid it off your shoulders. the cold air in the room immediately made your nipples raise.

“fuck, y/n…” was all megumi said before he pulled you by your thighs closer to the edge of the desk and latched his mouth onto your tit. as he kissed and licked your bud, he gave made sure to give equal treatment to the other by pinching your nipple in between his fingertips.

you were a moaning mess—and completely soaked—and he hasn’t even done anything yet. megumi seemed to take notice as he moved lower. as he kissed along down your waist, he slid off your skirt and began kissing your inner thighs, bruising any spot of skin his lips touched.

“megumi..” you moaned aimlessly. there wasn’t any true intent behind it—maybe it was to get him to move faster or with more purpose? who knows, you were soaking.

“be patient. besides, you owe me for being so goddamn annoying.” he said as he slipped one finger under your panty’s waistband. you felt his digit inching closer and closer to your cunt, and he knew it with the way he watched your face contort.

“megumi, please..”

“what are you asking for? go on, use your words.” megumi encouraged you as he found your clit. you body jolted as he rubbed the bud ever so slowly. you couldn’t help but moan, he knew exactly how to touch you.

“y/n?” he asked, never stilling his movements on your clothed pussy.

“megumi..p-please fuck me..” you didn’t mean to stutter, but the minute you said his name, the boy’s finger moved faster and pressed harder, sending a shockwave through your body.

“fucking slut. so impatient, lemme prep you first, ‘kay?”

megumi then hooked your panties to the side with two fingers and proceeded to spread your hole with another two. he kept a thumb on your clit, constantly.

megumi had seemingly lost all of his determination to make you wait as he licked up and down your cunt like a starved man. he couldn’t help it, your pussy had made such a mess, it was practically begging him to clean it up.

as he lapped at your cunt, you reached for megumi’s hair for support. you gripped his soft black locs as he made your legs squirm by being between them. megumi’s hands reached up to pull you impossibly closer to his face, practically suffocating himself. he pushed you to lay down as he pleased you, clearly wanting to see the way your tits rose and fell with your heavy breathing.

you felt yourself inching closer and closer to a release with the way his long tongue fucked your hole. he eventually switched out the muscle for a finger, then two, and moved his lips to your clit.

“megumi, ahh, i’m gonna-”

“cum.”

that was all he mumbled into your pussy, the vibrations hitting your clit and sending you headfirst into an orgasm. it felt so good, all of it; the way he continued to lick your juices away, the way he curled his fingers up to hit your g-spot, and especially how he looked up at you as you looked down to see his face in between your legs.

after helping you ride out your high, megumi backed away from your cunt and began to take off his jacket and unbutton his shirt.

you sat up slightly and took into account how absolutely ripped he was. it made your pussy throb the way the veins in his hands showed as he pulled down his pants to reveal the prominent bulge in his navy blue boxers. his body looked as if it was sculpted by the gods, unintentionally flexing as he put his shirt and pants to the side. he leaned over you as he asked,

“you still want me to fuck you, pretty girl?” he asked softly, stilling his movements to look you dead in the eye, despite you being completely naked. (so he had some sort of decency about him.)

“yes please.” you said, voice still breathy from practically straining it.

you were still lying down, so it made it very easy for him to slide off his boxers and position himself. you felt him rub along your entrance, and that’s when it hit you.

“uhm, megumi, do you have a condom?” you asked.

“quite honestly, i wasn’t expecting to fuck anyone today, so no.” he said bluntly. “do you want me to stop?”

you took a breath. i mean, as long as he doesn’t cum inside you should be fine, right? plus, you were already so horny, no way you were gonna stop.

“no, keep going.” you said. megumi leaned down to kiss you as he rubbed his cock along your entrance. suddenly, he began pushing in and it hurt.

“are you okay?” he whispered into your ear.

“nngh—yes, fuck, just go s-slow.” you moaned back to him, and with this confirmation, megumi continued to push into your cunt.

“god, you’re so tight.” megumi strained as he bottomed out in your pussy. he let you adjust to his size — which was a good 7.5 inches — and when you were ready, you rubbed the back of his neck and kissed his jaw.

megumi began at a very slow pace, trying to be gentle with you, despite every single fiber in his body telling him not to. sure, you annoyed the shit out of him, but he figured the least he could do was try to be a good fuck buddy.

he watched as your body rocked beneath him, your pretty tits bouncing in the direction of his thrusts. he leaned down to kiss them, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. his thrusts into your tight little cunt got increasingly more rough, you were pretty sure you could feel him in your throat.

you reached your hand to cover your mouth and muffle your moans when megumi reached his to circle your clit, but he didn’t appreciate that too much. the black-haired boy reached down to grab your hand from your mouth and pinned it onto the desk below you both.

“i wanna hear you, ahh, go on and t-tell me how much you love my cock, pretty.”

your pussy clenched around him, his moans in your ear making you impossibly wet.

“i love your cock so much ‘gumi, fuck! right there,”megumi looked down at the mess you two had made.

“you fucking slut, look at you, creaming on me.” with a few more rough strokes, you came on megumi, leaving a pretty white ring for him. he watched as your face contorted with pleasure and your body tensed up. he especially liked how your hands scratched his shoulders and reached for his hair as support. all of it was intoxicating? you were intoxicating.

“cum, ‘m gonna cum, w-where?” gumi struggled to keep a steady pace as he felt himself approaching his high.

“here.” you quickly pulled away from the boy and cooked off the desk to your knees. you took his cock in your mouth as you massaged his balls to get him closer and closer. you felt him throb in your mouth as he fucked your face, grabbing your hair and groaning.

“fuuuuck just like that, take my cock like the good slut you are, yea?” he groaned. “you’re gonna make me cum—”

you held megumi’s dick in your mouth, allowing yourself to choke on it. you soon felt his hot cum drip down your throat, slow thrusts from his hips helping you milk him dry.

“holy shit, y/n.”

you pulled back from his dick, not even realizing tears were falling from your eyes until his thumb wiped them away. megumi’s expression was a hard one to read—especially from the angle below him. from the best you could tell, it was a look of admiration as well as a look of bliss. but he also looked displeased? maybe it was just his usual attitude, but had you done something wrong?

“that was amazing.”

a wave of relief washed over you as megumi extended a hand for you to stand up with. he guided you to the desk and quickly put on his clothes as well as handing you your own.

“wait here okay? i’m gonna go get some stuff to clean up with.” he said, quickly exiting the room.

so, he’s not that bad after all, huh.

within 5 minutes, megumi was back with towels, clean uniforms for the both of you, and some water. he cleaned you up and handed you the new set of clothes, as well as cleaning the desks and changing himself.

“so megumi,” you began. he looked at you as he slid on his shirt. “what does this mean for us?”

“i assumed that it meant you’re mine now.”

“what?”

“did you think i was just gonna fuck you and leave?” he asked, walking closer to you.

“i mean thinking i’m attractive doesn’t necessarily cancel out finding me annoying.” you reasoned, feeling a bit intimidated by the look on his face.

megumi stepped even closer. “yeah you’re annoying, y/n, but you also make me feel things i’m not sure how to identify. i just want to make sure it’s what i think it is.” he said, his voice dropping as he looked at your eyes.

“and what do you think it is?” you asked, scared that he would admit that it was only a sexual attraction.

“i think i like you.”

my stories always end so cheesy lmao. anyway, thanks for reading! <3

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