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megumi couldn’t wrap his mind around why.

why you were here, in his dorm room, in his bed, on his lap.

he never would’ve imagined the night turning out like this. you, the girl from his intro to psych class, walking back with him after a house party.

and now, you were on him—fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer. his hands gripped your waist, guiding your body against his like it was the most natural thing in the world.

he swore he was dreaming.

but he could feel every soft inch of you and that’s how he knew he wasn’t.

your parted lips released soft breaths as his brushed your neck, just below your jaw. you made the prettiest sounds and he never wanted them to stop. but it was hard to focus when your fingers tightened in his hair like you needed him closer, like the space between you wasn’t small enough.

megumi’s heartbeat thundered in his ears. he wasn’t used to this—wasn’t used to wanting like this. every shift of your hips made it harder to think, and thinking was already near impossible with the way you were looking at him, like he was the only thing that mattered.

was this really happening?

were you, the girl he’d been obsessed with since freshman year, really staring at him like he was the only guy in the world?

he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

but one thing was crystal clear—he couldn’t fuck this up.

and if this was all he’d get—just tonight, with you—he was going to give you everything.

his mouth met yours in a heated kiss, all urgency and need, like he’d been holding back for years—and maybe he had. his hands roamed your body like he was trying to memorize every inch, every curve, every tremble you gave him in return.

your legs were straddling his waist, thighs snug against his hips, so when he shifted—spreading his legs slightly for better balance—yours parted with them, effortlessly, instinctively. the motion was subtle, but the tension it created crackled in the air between you.

he paused for a second, pulling back just enough to look at you—really look. your lips were kiss-swollen, parted just slightly, chest rising and falling a little too fast. but it was your eyes that got him—pupils blown wide, almost swallowing the color of your irises. hungry. dazed. needy.

yea, that told him everything.

you were probably soaked already, and the thought alone had his fingers twitching at your waist, craving more contact, more of you.

then he kissed you again, deeper this time—like he was trying to say what his heart had been screaming for years, every quiet feeling that had built up, all poured into the press of his mouth against yours.

and while you were caught in it—lost in the heat of him, in the way his lips moved with yours—his hands drifted lower. slow, careful, like he didn’t want to startle you. until finally, they slipped between your thighs.

your breath hitched—you gasped, body tensing for a split second.

but megumi didn’t let you pull away. he swallowed the sound, kissed you through it, deepening the moment with a hunger that left no room for hesitation. like if he kissed you hard enough, maybe he could keep you a little longer. maybe you’d stay.

his hands gripped you beneath your short black skirt, fingers splayed wide as if trying to hold on to every inch of you. his palms were warm, grounding, almost completely covering your waist like he was made to fit you there. one thumb rested just above your pubic bone, teasingly close—close enough to make your breath catch.

just the smallest shift of his hand, the faintest pressure of his thumb, and you were unraveling in his lap. your body trembled, heartbeat thudding so loud it drowned out everything else. your fingers, still tangled in his hair, began to shake, struggling to hold on—not just to him, but to the moment, to your own slipping composure.

megumi felt it—all of it. the way your body responded, the way you melted into his touch like it was the only thing tethering you to earth.

“sensitive, huh?” he whispered against your lips, the corner of his mouth twitching with something between awe and smug satisfaction. “I barely touched you.”

“shut up,” you huffed, pushing him away playfully. but despite your teasing demeanor, the way you looked—eyes half-lidded, breath coming in soft, shallow gasps—it was driving him insane. he wanted more. needed more. and judging by the way you rolled your hips against him in response, so did you.

and if you wanted something, he’d give it to you. he’d give you everything.

his eyes never left your face, locked onto every shift in your expression as his thumb drifted lower—slow, deliberate—until it was pressing gentle, teasing circles over the fabric covering that sensitive spot between your legs.

he watched, completely entranced, as your eyes fluttered shut and your teeth sank into your lower lip, trying—and failing—to hold back a moan.

megumi refused to blink. he wasn’t about to miss a second of this—of you—your gorgeous face twisting in pure, unfiltered pleasure, all because of him.

his thumb moved in slow, steady circles, applying just enough pressure to drive you insane but not enough to give you relief. he could feel the way your thighs trembled, the way your hips shifted instinctively toward his hand, chasing more.

“you like that,” he murmured, almost to himself, voice low and reverent. “I can feel it.”

“megumi,” you whined, your voice thick with need, every syllable soaked in desire.

“please,” you breathed out, barely more than a whisper—but it was enough. enough to make his control slip, to make his pulse spike, to make him ache.

hearing you beg—for him—nearly undid him.

his jaw clenched, muscles tensing as he fought the urge to just take. you had no idea what you were doing to him—how your voice alone had him harder than he’d ever been, straining against the fabric of his sweats like it physically hurt.

“fuck,” he muttered under his breath, hand flexing at your waist. “you don’t even know what you do to me.”

but the look in your eyes told him maybe you did. maybe you knew everything. everything he felt about you.

but before he could get caught up in his own thoughts, your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. that desperate little sound you made—it was doing something to him, unraveling every thread of restraint he had left.

megumi’s gaze darkened, something primal flickering in his eyes.

“let me show you,” he said, voice low and rough, like a promise.

he shifted beneath you, one hand moving to grip the back of your thigh as he leaned in to kiss you again—slow this time, deliberate, as if he was savoring the taste of you. his other hand kept working slow circles against you, pressure building, teasing you right at the edge.

you whimpered into his mouth, the sound so soft, so wrecked, it made his hips buck up into yours before he could stop himself.

“feel that?” he murmured against your lips, breathing ragged. you nodded, eyes glazed, mouth parted as you struggled to catch a breath. your whole body was trembling, caught somewhere between desperation and disbelief. he knew exactly where to touch you—how much pressure to apply, how slow to move. and it was maddening.

you were already so close, too close, and all he’d used was one hand.

“megumi,” you gasped, your voice breaking as your hips bucked into his palm, chasing friction, chasing that release he was expertly keeping just out of reach.

his eyes were locked on your face like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. his thumb circled tighter, lower, and your back arched. a sharp cry left your throat, muffled as he caught your lips in another searing kiss, swallowing every sound you made.

“let go,” he murmured against your mouth, thumb never faltering. “come on, baby. i’ve got you.”

your fingers clenched around the fabric of his shirt, nails digging into his shoulders as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside you, ready to snap. his voice—low, coaxing, almost reverent—pushed you closer to the edge with every word.

and then it hit you all at once—a wave of heat and pleasure crashing over your body so hard it stole the breath from your lungs. you gasped, cried out his name, your whole body going rigid before melting into him. your thighs trembled around his waist, your grip in his hair loosening as your head dropped to his shoulder, overwhelmed.

megumi held you through it, his hand gentling but never fully stopping, dragging out every last ripple of your high. he pressed soft kisses to your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth.

“atta girl,” he murmured, voice thick, almost in awe.

you could barely respond—your body still twitching with aftershocks, chest heaving against his. but still, you lifted your head, eyes meeting his, and leaned in.

the kiss you gave him was soft—unrushed and tender. a quiet confession. your lips moved with his in a way that felt intimate, like you were letting him in deeper than before.

you hadn’t meant for it to turn him on.

but oh it did.

the moment your mouth brushed his, megumi’s blood surged, pulse roaring back to life. your kiss might have been sweet, but to him, it was addictive. dangerous. the kind of kiss that made him want to lose himself in you all over again.

his hands gripped your hips tighter, thumbs digging in slightly as he shifted beneath you, the pressure between you both undeniable now.

he surged forward, capturing your lips in a kiss that was nothing like the last. this one was hungry, urgent, all sharp edges and raw need. he pushed until he was above you now. his hands slid up your back, under your shirt, desperate to feel your skin again—like he couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t have enough of you.

you gasped into his mouth as he rolled his hips into yours, the friction sparking heat straight through your core, even after everything he’d already given you. it made your nails dig into his shoulders, your thighs tightening around his waist.

“take this off,” he said against your mouth, tugging gently at the hem of your shirt. his voice was low, wrecked, filled with a kind of reverence that made your heart stutter.

you nodded, breathless, pulling the shirt over your head and tossing it aside without a second thought. the second it was gone, his hands were on you again, roaming your sides, your back, cupping your chest like he was trying to memorize the feel of you.

“fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmured, each word pressed into your skin as his lips trailed down your jaw to your neck, then lower. every kiss burned. each one a silent confession—I’ve wanted this. I’ve wanted you.

and he didn’t stop there.

his mouth moved lower, slow and intentional—over your collarbones, across the swell of your chest, down the soft curve of your stomach—leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“wait,” you panted, fingers gripping his shirt in an attempt to stop him, but he intertwined your fingers and pinned your hands to the bed instead.

then he continued his path downward, until he was there, kneeling between your thighs, his hands letting yours go to grip gently but firmly, spreading you open for him.

his eyes flicked up, meeting yours—dark, focused, filled with something close to worship.

“still with me?” he asked, voice husky, thumb brushing circles into your inner thigh.

you nodded, lips parted, breath coming quick and shallow. “yes.”

“good,” he said, more to himself than to you, and then he lowered his head, mouth meeting you over your soaked underwear.

the groan that rumbled from his chest vibrated against you, and you gasped, back arching slightly.

“taste even better than I imagined,” he muttered, and before you could even process the words, he was pulling the fabric to the side, tongue sliding over you slow and sure—like he had all the time in the world to ruin you.

and to him, he did. he would worship you for the rest of his life if you let him.

the first slow drag of his tongue had your breath catching in your throat, hips twitching beneath his grip. megumi held you steady, thumbs pressing gently into your thighs, grounding you as he worked—patient, precise, like he was learning you by taste alone.

he groaned again, deeper this time, like he couldn’t believe this was real. like you were real.

“fuck,” he breathed against you, lips brushing your skin. “you’re so wet for me.”

you whimpered, fingers threading through his hair, tugging instinctively. he took it as encouragement, diving back in with more pressure, more purpose. his tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, circling your clit before flicking lightly, then repeating the motion, building you up piece by piece.

your thighs threatened to close around his head, but he just tightened his grip, keeping you open for him, keeping you his.

he glanced up at you, eyes hooded, mouth glistening. “you gonna come for me again, pretty girl?”

you couldn’t even form words—just a shaky nod and a breathless moan as he sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue rolling over it like he was already addicted to the way you tasted, the way you reacted.

and he didn’t let up. not even as your body started to tremble, your moans getting higher, breath getting shorter.

“come on,” he murmured, voice dark and low, lips brushing your soaked skin. “fall apart for me. I need to feel you lose it again.”

and with the next swirl of his tongue, you did—your whole body arching, a cry ripping from your throat as the pleasure crashed over you, raw and consuming.

your back arched off the bed, fingers clutching at megumi’s hair like it was the only thing tethering you to earth. his name spilled from your lips in broken gasps, over and over, as your body shook beneath the weight of it all.

and megumi didn’t stop.

even as you trembled, even as your legs tried to close around him again, he held you open—his mouth relentless, greedy, pulling every last wave of pleasure from you like he couldn’t get enough. like the sound of you falling apart was his new favorite song.

only when your body sagged back into the mattress, chest rising and falling in uneven, ragged breaths, did he finally lift his head. his lips were slick, chin glistening, eyes dark and half-lidded as he looked up at you.

“look at you,” he whispered, breathless. “still so fucking beautiful when you come.”

you tried to speak, to say something, but all that came out was a quiet, shaky laugh—completely wrecked, completely blissed out.

megumi crawled back up your body, kissing his way up your stomach, your chest, your neck. he hovered over you now, but his eyes didn’t meet yours. almost like he was turning shy again.

“i’ve never wanted anyone like this,” he murmured, voice raw. “not like I want you.”

oh.

his confession made you finally find your voice. soft and hoarse, you whispered back, “then have me.”

that pulled his gaze back to you, eyes locking with yours as a bright, almost boyish smile tugged at his lips. your cheeks flushed under the intensity of it, warmth blooming across your face as his eyes drank you in like you were the most stunning thing he’d ever seen.

which you were.

your blush deepened under the weight of it, and megumi couldn’t tear his eyes away.

he couldn’t believe this—you. you, lying in his bed, looking at him like he was something special. like he was wanted. chosen. it didn’t make sense in his mind. you were out of his league in every way—so far out he’d never even let himself fantasize about this, not really.

you were the kind of girl people noticed when you walked into a room. confident. gorgeous. charismatic. funny. the kind of girl who had options—so many options—and somehow, you were here, looking at him like he was the only one that existed.

“quit looking at me like that.” you whispered, voice soft, playful.

he leaned down, brushing his nose against yours, lips ghosting over your own but not connecting. “I like looking at you.”

you scoffed, giving his chest a playful shove.

“yeah, you look,” you said with a teasing smirk, “but you never say anything.”

his brows shot up, clearly caught off guard. he blinked, lips parting like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite figure out how.

you noticed?

had he really been that obvious?

sure, maybe he stared a little too long in class, maybe his eyes found you at every party, maybe he lingered in conversation just to hear your laugh—but he didn’t think it showed.

but apparently , it did.

megumi ran a hand through his hair, suddenly a little flustered.

“I didn’t think it was that obvious,” he muttered, half to himself.

you laughed softly, the sound making his heart stutter. he groaned, hiding his face in your neck for a moment, his cheeks burning.

you grinned, fingers playing with the ends of his hair. “no. it was kind of cute, actually.”

that made him lift his head, eyes narrowing playfully. “cute?”

“mhm,” you said with a smirk. “like you were crushing. hard.”

he rolled his eyes, but the small smile on his face gave him away. “yea, well… maybe I was.”

“was?” you echoed, arching a brow.

his smile turned softer, more serious. “still am.”

and something about the way he said it—quiet, certain—hit you right in the chest.

suddenly, all the teasing faded, replaced by something warmer. something foreign to you.

sure, you’d had plenty of guys confess their feelings before—sweet words, nervous smiles, hopeful eyes. And you’d always let them down gently, kindly, because it never felt right.

but megumi… this was different.

this feeling was new—deeper, quieter, heavier in your chest. Like it had been building for a while, waiting for the right moment to make itself known.

And now that it was here, you weren’t sure you ever wanted it to leave.

he wasn’t just a fling. not just a night. he felt like more.

you didn’t say anything right away—just looked at him, really looked at him, and let the weight of his words settle between you.

still am.

your fingers traced a slow line down his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your touch. it was calm now, no longer frantic, but steady—strong. just like him.

you leaned in and kissed him gently. it was sweet, passionate. no longer fueled by lust.

his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close until there was no space left to fill. and as sleep crept in, your bodies tangled together under the sheets, he let himself believe—maybe just for tonight—that this was the start of something real. that you’d still be here in the morning.

"you can't just say that!"

feat: college au megumi fushiguro

warning / cache notes: language, college au so alcohol / drinking, slight suggestiveness, maybe ooc megumi? i do not care

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In case no one has told you this lately: thank you for being alive at the same time as me. I appreciate you so much. Thank you for surviving your worst days. Your existence is so important. Your feelings are valid. You deserve kindness from yourself and others. Don't ever forget how strong you have been and that you are deserving of love and happiness. Thank you for holding on. Thank you for still being here.

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