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From the first moment you met him, you'd already determined something important about Megumi Fushiguro.
He took himself entirely too seriously.
Not that this was necessarily a bad thing. A jujutsu sorcerer dealt with all manner of horrors daily, and you know that Megumi had seen a lot more of them than most.
“Your reaction time is delayed, Megumi-kun.”
…But being too serious can translate to inflexibility. The inability to adapt to new circumstances. Plus, he’d get early wrinkles if he kept frowning like that. Megumi jerked his head up and if you didn’t know him any better, you’d think he was glaring at you for having the audacity to correct him, but that’s just the way his face was.
“I know!” he growled, teeth gritted.
He got back up, as he always did, body tense and his blue-green eyes burning with determination. You liked that about him, that fire that was always burning inside him, no matter how stoic he seemed on the outside. At twenty-one, Megumi might have been younger than you, but his talent and potential was, frankly, immense. You were quite surprised when he requested to spar with you – he hardly needed to catch up to his peers when only Yuuji was stronger than he was (and he had a little reluctant help from the King of Curses), but you saw no reason to turn him down. Firstly, it was a little extra cash, which was always welcome to you, and secondly, practicing against Megumi’s various techniques added a whole new skillset to yours as you juggled dodging his attack and those of his familiars. You could tell you’d already subtly improved just from a few sessions with him.
Oh, and thirdly, Megumi was pretty easy on the eyes. You don’t really care that he was younger than you – in your line of work, you should take whatever enjoyments you could while you still could. But even if you liked that stubborn set to his mouth and the glint in his teal eyes, you hadn’t made any advances just yet. It would probably have made things weird when you were trying to train with him.
“Let’s go again.” Megumi said, waiting expectantly for your answer.
Even though he’s the one who gave you money for the training sessions, you’re always the one who had the final say on whether your session is over for the evening or not. You weren’t sure it’s a sign Megumi trusted you or you were just overly generous with your time, but you’d never called it quits early. It wouldn’t have felt right to rip him off when he was trying so hard to get even better at his techniques.
You nodded, twirling your sword in your hand and getting into the proper battle stance.
He rushed you before you had the chance to say anything, but you just laughed and jumped back, neatly getting out of range. You know his summons fairly well by now, so you’re well prepared to dodge the serpent that lunged at you from the left.
However, Megumi had obviously been studying how you moved during fights as well, because suddenly that damn bird soared overheard, missing the top of your skull by inches. Before you had time to get your bearings, Megumi suddenly appeared in front of you, and the resulting blast of cursed energy sent you soaring backwards.
Shit!
You slashed with your cursed weapon, sending an energy pulse along with it that Megumi was forced to twist awkwardly out of the way to avoid, knowing from experience that that particular attack hurt like fuck.
The fight went on like that for a while, until the evening fell away to night, the hours when cursed spirits come crawling out of hiding and most humans have retired to their homes to sleep. Though going out in the daytime was fine, there was something about this time of the night that you always liked the best. It was like you were the only person awake and alert, the world open to only you. You probably should have resented Megumi’s presence as an intrusion, yet somehow having him with you during these twilit hours didn’t feel like that. It felt…normal. Like finding a fellow traveller on a deserted road.
Eventually, though, you could see the night beginning to shift, the edges of the horizon bleeding a pale shade of blue, the first hint of birdsong audible over your own jagged breathing.
“I think we’re done for tonight.” You announced, with a little nod. “That was good.”
Megumi went to speak, but his teal eyes suddenly snapped to your stomach, widening just a fraction.
“Your shirt…”
You glanced down.
“Oh.”
You didn’t know when it happened, but at some point during the fight, an attack from Megumi had split the bottom half of your shirt and now there was a smear of blood on your stomach. You hadn’t noticed it until just now, probably thanks to the adrenaline rushing through you.
“Sorry...” Megumi muttered, glancing away.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. It’s not a deep cut.”
Suddenly, fatigue stole over you, the energy that had been pumping through your veins during the fight fading away and leaving weariness behind, like frost sweeping over fallen leaves. You sighed and pushed your hair off your face, forehead shiny with sweat.
“I’ll see you next week sometime, okay?” you said, stifling a yawn. “Goodnight, Megumi-kun.”
“Yeah, night.” He mumbled, turning and walking away, perhaps just a bit too quickly, but you were too tired to give it much thought.
Megumi was something of an abrupt person, but you knew he didn’t mean offence by it, it was just the way he talked. And at present, all you cared about was getting home and collapsing into your bed, just as the rest of the world was beginning to wake.
~
“Fuck…”
The stinging of the cold water did nothing to help Megumi Fushiguro out with his current predicament. Not that he really expected it to, but he had to try something.
Otherwise he’d just be right back where he started – pathetically jerking himself off to you after every training session.
But here he was, his hand already sliding down to his semi-hard cock, fingers curling around the base of his shaft. He couldn’t stop thinking about the sight of you, flushed and sweaty, a sliver of belly showing where his attack had managed to hit you. Normally you were too fast for him, too aware of his movements and too good at guessing where he was going to strike next. Sometimes it was like you could pluck a thought from his mind before he’d finished forming it. Sure, it was frustrating sometimes, but kind of refreshing compared to the idiots he usually trained with.
You liked to tease him as you sparred and you were friendly enough otherwise, but he was sure that you’d never looked at him the way he wanted. You were helping him train, that was it. Plus, you were a seasoned jujutsu sorcerer already, if you wanted to date you probably had your pick of your peers to go with. You probably saw him as just some rookie…
But he slid his hand down the length of his cock anyway, gritting his teeth. Sometimes he thought about pinning you against the wall, kissing the smirk right off your mouth, grinding his clothes cock against the V of your hips. He wanted to rip away the fabric always covering you and marking up your pretty skin. Once you wore a skirt to practice and he took a bad blow to the head because for a split second he saw a flash of your smooth inner thighs.
It was shameful. He hated how he got around you, one glimpse of your stomach, shiny with a sheen of sweat and usually hidden away, had him acting like a mindless beast. For christ’s sake, he wasn’t Gojo, running around flirting with everyone and acting however he pleased without a care in the world. Megumi was the rational one, he always had been, reigning in Yuuji and Nobara’s rowdy natures. Maybe that was just it – you were strong but contained, you didn’t need anybody to keep you in check and could handle yourself just fine. Megumi didn’t have to worry about you, nor did you have some personality trait that made him exhausted and wary. Perhaps in the absence of those things, it freed up his imagination to view you very differently…
“Megumi-kun…”
He wanted to make you moan his name, look at him with eyes hazy with lust. To touch you and pull you close…it filled his dreams with images that had him moaning himself awake.
Water sluiced down his skin as Megumi began to pump his hand up and down faster and faster, unable to stop his imagination from running riot, thoughts of you blurring together like a film reel in his head. He could hear a faint squelching sound over the hissing of the showerhead and crinkled his nose, but even so he found his eyes sliding shut with pleasure, tilting his head back as he really got into it. It was too much for him not to lose control in the privacy of his own home, so here he was, fucking himself stupid at the thought of you.
“Megumi-kun…” he heard you sighing in his head, straddling him, your perfect form hovering above him, bathed in moonlight. “I see the way you look at me. Yet you’ve never said anything to me, have you? That’s so…cute~”
Megumi braced a hand against the shower wall, teeth digging hard into his bottom lip.
He imagined you bouncing up and down on his cock, mouth dropping open in pleasure in a perfect ‘o’, that professional façade you spoke with whenever you trained with him falling away in the face of such pleasure. The bed would creak as you rode him, tits bouncing, and your sweet, tight cunt would feel incredible on his cock, squeezing the life out of him and him loving every fucking second of it.
“Fuck…fuck!”
Megumi’s shoulders tensed as he came, the water washing his come down the drain with such speed and efficiency it was like it never happened, which was why Megumi preferred using the shower to satisfy these needs that crept up on him. If only erasing his own feelings was so simple to do.
When the heat in him died down, sated for the moment, he was left panting in the shower, feeling foolish and strangely dirty. Oh, it might have been natural to have such urges, Megumi knew that, yet every time he did this, he couldn’t help but feel like he was disrespecting you somehow. Using your image as fuel for his lewd fantasies. It was starting to get so out of hand that the smell of his own bodywash was starting to turn him on, a Pavlovian response to his showering activities.
…Yet even as he reached for the soap, the white block foaming in his hands as he massaged it, he knew it wouldn’t be the last time. For all his moralising and trying to talk himself out of this ridiculous crush he had, his heart (and hormones) would simply not listen to his head.
The next time he stepped into the shower, he’d be thinking of you.
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“Huh?”
Your brow creased in confusion, while Megumi stared at you very seriously. Or perhaps he stared at you normally, and it was just that his bearing was always like that.
“You can already do domain expansion, right? So why would you want me help with it?”
Megumi frowned as he tried to think of the best way to explain it and you found yourself smiling as the sight. You couldn’t help it, even doing something as simple as planning on what to say next made him look just so adorably grumpy.
“I want my domain expansion to be better,” Megumi explained, after a pause, “I know it’s not bad as it stands now, but that’s not good enough. There are…so many sorcerers out there who have it down perfectly. For some, it’s the only thing they need to finish a fight.”
You didn’t need to ask who he’s talking about. In many ways, Megumi was very fortunate to have Gojo Satoru as a teacher, but you can imagine what an immense shadow he casts.
“Well, I won’t pretend mine is some kind of world-ending showstopper, but having a strong domain expansion is pretty important…” you said thoughtfully, pressing your fingertip to your bottom lip. “Okay, I could do with fine-tuning mine as well, so let’s do it. This lake should be good enough.”
“Good enough for what?” Megumi asked.
“To meditate, Megumi-kun, duh.” You snickered. “What, did you think we’d be just whipping our domains like that, all willy-nilly?”
Megumi’s pale cheeks flushed with colour, and you laughed a little. He was too easy to tease, which was surprising considering who his teacher and teammates were. But even though Megumi was well-used to people ragging on him, you never took it too far, you respected him even if you couldn’t help but yank his chain every now and then.
You shrugged off your jacket and tied it around your waist, missing the way Megumi’s eyes immediately darted to your body, taking in the shape of it, the way your tank top clung to your frame. He followed suit after a beat, fumbling a bit with the zipper.
Walking on the surface of the lake was child’s play to a seasoned jujutsu sorcerer, so both of you stepped across it with little fanfare, though you couldn’t help but notice some startled fish darting about underneath you, no doubt not expecting two giant figures to just nonchalantly pass above them. But Megumi’s challenge was less about the water and more about how he was going to deal with trying to meditate with you sitting across from him in a tank-top that revealed way more of your skin than he was used to seeing.
Get a grip. Megumi told himself sternly. You’re acting like a horny teenager.
He sat across from you, cross-legged, and tried to calm his mind, which felt like he was trying to bring a particularly enthusiastic dog to heel.
But Megumi was disciplined and stubborn, and after a while he did manage to drag his mind out of the gutter and forced himself to concentrate. It was easier when he could close his eyes and block you from his sight so you couldn’t distract him with the annoying, sexy things you seemed to do completely unconsciously. It was like you were purposefully making life difficult for him, but if that had been the case, at least Megumi would have had a perfectly good reason to call you on it. But since it seemed like you were just being yourself, he didn’t feel like he could say anything. It wasn’t your fault, and he wasn’t about to blame his own hormones on you.
…But either way, it added a whole extra layer onto everything you said and did around him, tinting it with this tension that was difficult for Megumi to navigate since he wasn’t even sure you had perceived it.
Of course, opening a domain just for the sake of training would be a drastically unwise thing to do – most sorcerers could only use it once a day, so if a particularly strong cursed spirit showed up and you had been too busy trying to make your domain expansion stronger to actually use it could spell out the difference between life and death. And nobody wanted to die because of something so ironic. But there were other ways to improve a domain, and meditating was the first step to get into the proper frame of mind to start gathering enough energy to begin.
How long you both stayed like that, focusing, was hard to tell. Obviously, it was a better idea to train in pairs when it came to working with cursed techniques, in case something went wrong or for an outside perspective, but after a while even your breathing synchronised, and Megumi started to forget where he was or that someone else was with him – all that concerned him was what was going on inside his own mind.
So, when the rain started, it took you both completely by surprise.
“Oh, motherfucker!” you shouted, as the heavens opened and ice-cold rain came crashing down on you both, immediately shattering the state of calm you had worked to attain.
“Over here!” Megumi said, leaping to his feet.
Together you both dashed across the surface of the lake, heading for a huge tree with low-hanging branches just a little uphill from where you were. Thanks to your quick reflexes, both of you managed to get underneath the tree before either of you ended up looking like a drowned rat.
For a second both of you stood there, panting slightly, looking with both awe and incredulity out at the deluge. It’s like something tore a hole in the sky and now all the water is coming down, threatening to wash everything else away. Your shirt had gotten a little see-through from the rain, but you could just put your jacket back on.
“Shit, it’s like a monsoon out there, huh?” you said, craning your neck to peer through the rain. “I can’t even see the lake now.”
Megumi didn’t respond and when you glanced over at him, a little annoyed he didn’t even react to you, the reason for his silence was clear.
He was facing away from you, a blush staining his cheeks and turning the tips of his ears red. His shoulders were stiff, and his body held rigid, like he was trying to suck in his stomach. Your eyes travelled downwards, and you saw, to your mild surprise, a rather sizeable tent in his pants.
“Oh.” You said, a little stupidly.
“Sorry…” Megumi muttered through his teeth, still not looking at you, and you could practically feel waves of shame coming off him. Shame, and something else as well.
Guilt.
Did he think you’d be offended?
“Megumi.”
Megumi turned his head, frowning, perhaps a rebuke waiting on his parted lips for you just casually dropping the suffix you usually attached to his name. But if he did mind that, he never did get to say it, not when you cupped his cheek and pressed your lips to his own.
For a split second there was no response from him, and you were suspended like that in time, standing in front of him, lips gently touching his, before his hand suddenly grabbed the back of your head and he was pulling you in, kissing you frantically, like any moment you would disappear before his eyes.
Fuck.
The thrumming of the rain and chill in the air it brought only served to sharpen your senses and you shivered with glee as Megumi’s hands roamed over your body, a little clumsy but very much enthusiastically. His lips tasted like soda and the slight tang of ginger, rougher than yours, but no less pleasant to the touch.
“Nn…I’ve been thinking about this for so long…” Megumi muttered heatedly against your mouth, a low hum that sent a tingle snaking down your spine. “It’s just, it’s strange that it’s actually happening. Sorry- “
“Stop apologising.” you instructed him. “Here, let me help you.”
He made a sound in the back of his throat as you pressed against him, feeling the hardness against your hip. Boldly, you slid a hand down his chest, slipping it past the waistband of his pants. With the sheet of rain surrounding you, and the park virtually empty now the sun had vanished behind the bruise-dark clouds, there was nobody to see. And you’d never been the shy type.
Megumi inhaled sharply as your fingers found his cock and curled around it, pleasantly surprised by the girth of it. Neither of you spoke as you started to pump your hand up and down and he had a startled look on his face, like a deer hearing the snap of a branch. But his own fingers curved around your hips in excitement, and you had a feeling there may be bruises there later, but you found his reaction so encouraging and kind of cute that you didn’t really care.
“You don’t have to look so shocked, Megumi.” You said with a smirk. “It’s supposed to make you feel good.”
“I do – it does- “Megumi blurted out, in a voice that made it sound like he was in pain, but you could see he was enjoying it from how his eyes were slowly sliding shut with pleasure, like a cat. “But…I wanna make you feel good too.”
“Then stop standing there.” You teased him, licking the shell of his ear.
Megumi gave a scoff and one hand slid around your waist, down your hip and squeezing. Such a simple action, yet it sent butterflies taking off in the pit of your stomach.
His fingers slid past the waistband of your panties, and you found yourself tilting your hips forwards unconsciously, seeking his touch. His fingers cautiously slid in between your folds, exploring the dampness there. His touch was hesitant, but you were willing to cut him a little slack, since you currently had your hand wrapped around his dick.
“That’s it, Megumi,” you purred encouragingly into his ear as his middle finger found your clit, and he managed to pull a gasp from you as he started to massage it. “Mm, a little more pressure.”
You swiped your thumb over the head of his dick a reward and he shuddered prettily, rocking on his heels. He was hard as stone in your hand and the skin was so hot to the touch. It gave you a thrill to watch the cool, composed Megumi crumbling just from your touch, his eyes glazed and a faint flush rising to his pale cheeks. It only encouraged you – you wanted to see his walls come crashing down, reduce him to a babbling mess. So, you moved your hand faster, squeezing his dick and watching him melt at the touch.
“Nnh – I can’t – “Megumi gritted out, his own fingers faltering as you brought him further and further to coming, his eyelashes practically fluttering with it. “I- “
“Come for me, Megumi.” You instructed, and you didn’t comment as his hand slid out of your pants, too focused on his pleasure to mind too much. “That’s it, good boy.”
He bucked and made a choking sound, and a wetness coated your hand. You pulled it out of his pants, watching him panting for breath, cheeks flushed a darker pink. He stared at you in quiet disbelief, and you tilted your head at him.
“Is that as good as you hoped?” you asked, lip twitching. “Megu- ah!”
Suddenly he picked you up by the waist and walked forwards until your back met the trunk of the tree. You glanced at him quizzically, but there was a look in his eyes that rendered you silent – a glint of lust that made liquid heat pool in your stomach.
“You’re not wet enough yet,” Megumi said, as if you were doing it on purpose, just to annoy him. “So, let me fix that.”
You didn’t have to wait to see what he meant, for the next moment Megumi Fushiguro was sinking down onto his knees in front of you, tugging your sweatpants down your thighs. You shivered as your thighs were exposed to the chilly air, but Megumi had his own ideas on how to warm you up. He knelt in between your spread legs and pressed his forehead against your stomach, the spiky locks tickling your bare skin.
You didn’t ask if Megumi had done this before – you didn’t need to. He dove right in like a man starved, nudging your thighs even further apart so his hands squeezing them and your back against the tree were the only things holding you up. He licked an experimental stripe against your core that had you squirming, but Megumi was a lot stronger than he looked.
“Megumi…”
“Tastes good,” he muttered. “I want some more.”
You let out a keening noise as he worked you over with his tongue, fingers grasping his hair and tugging – you couldn’t seem to help yourself, but he didn’t appear to mind. In fact, it only spurred him on further as he lapped against your clit, sending little sparks of pleasure jolting through your body. It wasn’t enough, though and you were delighted to realise he was teasing you.
You didn’t know he had it in him.
“Mm…you naughty boy, Megumi.” You moaned, the back of your head bonking lightly against the tree. “Ah…but…I know you can give me more.”
He may have made an amused huff, you weren’t sure, but either way he took to encouragement very well indeed- for the next moment he was full-no tonguing your slit, slyly reaching one hand up to massage your clit as he did, shamelessly plunging his tongue in you. You bucked into him with a gasp, keening unabashedly, knowing your voice would be swallowed up by the constant thrumming of the rain.
“Oh, fuck!"
Heat and lust combined in a potent cocktail, rushing through your veins and making you nearly dizzy with it. You were so aware of everything, the way your breath fogged out cold vapour, the rain, Megumi panting between your legs and the heat of his tongue inside you, thrusting inwards and sending off sparks in your head.
“Megumi…Megumi…” you found yourself panting, practically chanting his name. “Nnn…yes, just like that…”
Apparently Megumi took paying you back for your efforts to get him off as seriously as he did everything else, because he kept going, wouldn’t stop until he felt your thighs quaking, a rush of flavour in his mouth as you come, a wrought-out moan leaving your mouth. You were all sweaty again, flushed with pleasure and chest heaving. He could make out the outline of your nipples poking through your bra, no doubt thanks to the abrupt downpour.
You looked fucking gorgeous.
And then Megumi was standing up, dropping your legs and pinning you against the tree. The bark was rough against your back and some rain dripped up you from above, but you couldn’t bring yourself to give a shit.
“Well? You put in all that hard work,” you said, grinning up to him slyly. “Come on and fuck me, Megumi.”
He offered you this little mischievous smile.
“That’s the idea.”
The blunt head of his dick nudged your slick folds and Megumi let out a little hiss as he sank his way in, an inch at a time, like he was trying to savour the moment. Your hands gripped his shoulders, fingernails raking thin lines on his back that you knew he’d feel later when he put his jacket back on. He gasped and thrust into you all the way, sinking right up to the hilt. You grunted at the sensation, he was a lot thicker than you’d anticipated, filling you up in a way that hit so nicely. You pulled him in for a kiss, biting down on his bottom lip. It seemed like Megumi responded well to a bit of pain, like adding some spice to an otherwise sweet dish.
He picked up your thigh and hooked it around his waist, using the tree’s trunk to brace a hand by your head as he began his self-appointed task of fucking you into oblivion. Bark scraped your back, but you didn’t care, didn’t care about anything except his cock plunging into you with a wet squelch that sounded so deliciously lewd, hitting you far deeper than you could ever get with your own fingers.
“Fuck…shit!” Megumi moaned against your neck as his hips fell into a rhythm, his cock throbbing with all the pent-up desire he’d forced himself to swallow down whenever he trained with you, finding this angle even better than he’d anticipated, letting it strike so fucking deep inside you. “God, you don’t know…I think about you all the fucking time…wanted to do this for so long…”
Great, now you were blushing too, because you could tell he meant every word. He spoke like he was making a confession and Megumi wasn’t the type to lie just to make someone else feel better. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in, planting frantic kisses over his neck, shoulders, jaw, lips. Anywhere you could conceivably reach.
“You should’ve said something,” you replied, then let out a breathless wheeze of laughter. “But I like this wild side of you, too. Maybe a little pining is a good thing – ah, God!”
He’d hitched you a little higher and this new angle had white spots bursting behind your eyelids when you slid them shut, sweat pouring down your back despite the cold, and now you were the one whining and crying out, your cunt squeezing around his dick like it didn’t want to let it go. When he did this to you, you couldn’t exactly say you didn’t understand the impulse.
“Fuck, Megumi, I’m-” you said, gasping.
“I know, me too.” He replied in a strained voice. “Just stay with me, baby.”
Baby? Fuck, he’d never called you that before, but you couldn’t say it was unpleasant, especially not now, when his voice was all husky and he was driving you towards the best orgasm you’d had in a long time.
White-hot tremors went zipping up and down your body as you came, your head swimming with it so the point it was like you were lightheaded. Megumi pulled out before he came in you, and you slumped against the tree, sliding down into a sitting position with your cunt still throbbing. It took a second for you to get your bearings, marshal together enough energy to pull your underwear and sweatpants back up, painfully aware of how sticky and sweaty you were now.
When you got your breath back, you looked up to see Megumi holding out a bottle of water to you, which you accepted gratefully.
“Thanks.”
He sat down beside you, leaning against the trunk as well, and for a moment or two neither of you said anything as you stared across the park. A post-coital haze of lazy warmth spread through you – if you weren’t outside, you could even give in and have a nap right now.
“…I understand if this would make it too awkward for us to train together now,” Megumi said, not looking at you as he spoke. “But…I don’t regret this either way.”
You let out a soft laugh before reaching over and touching his cheek. When he looked at you, you kissed him, softer than before but with no less feeling behind it.
“After that? I don’t think so, Megumi. I think we’ve still got a lot to learn from each other, don’t you?” you said, a lascivious smile on your lips. “Our lessons are just beginning.”
Megumi scoffed, but he gave a smile in return.
“I’m looking forward to it then…sensei.”