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Megumi’s long, thin fingers carefully roll the thin paper around, and he makes sure the joint is tightly wrapped. The tv is on, but neither of you care about the horror movie that plays before you. The blonde cheerleader looks like she’s about to get caught by the killer anyway.
“You want me to light it?” he asks, blunt and lighter already in hand. Something about his question tells you he already knows the answer. Still, you nod, and Megumi finally lights it.
He looks so good like this: smoke leaving his lips so effortlessly, pale fingers playing with the blunt. Megumi’s wearing a basic white t-shirt, along with gray sweatpants – yet he’s never looked so hot. He passes it to you, shortly after discarding the remaining ashes from the tip of the joint, and you hold the object with fake familiarity. It wasn’t your first time smoking, by any means. It was, however, the first time you smoked with him.
The dark haired boy smirks at you, seeing right through the facade. Fushiguro has always been good at reading people, and you’ve always been easy to read. It was a complicated, dangerous combination. He loves it.
“Here, lemme help.” Megumi chimes in, holding the blunt in between his fingers, as you press your lips around the end. You pull the smoke in, keeping it in your mouth for a few seconds.
“Good, now inhale it.” He commands, in a soft tone. As soon as you do as he says, the atmosphere changes to something thicker, something hotter. It’s like you’re wrapped in a bubble of softness – with him.
A few hits after, you feel lightheaded. The sofa you share feels extremely comfortable, and you don’t feel like getting up anytime soon. Megumi has a lazy grin blooming on his lips, slightly hooded eyes looking into yours. He laughs, which seems out of the blue. You can’t help but ask.
“What are you laughing at?”
“You.” He says, lightheartedly, briefly taking a pause to breathe. “Can’t stop looking at me.”
A wave of heat washes over your face, as you realize that you, indeed, have been looking at him non-stop – especially his fingers. But honestly, who could blame you? Megumi Fushiguro looks like he was personally chosen by the Gods, in order to look like one. His appearance is nothing short of divine.
“Shut up.” You mumble, turning your gaze towards the television in front of you. The blonde cheerleader is now fighting back against the masked killer – who turned out to be someone she knows personally. Through the corner of your eye, you can feel his piercing gaze, and deep down you know that pretending to be into the trashy horror movie playing before you won’t help your case.
On the brighter side, you knew exactly how Megumi behaved when high, from the sheer amount of times he showed up intoxicated at parties and get-togethers. The aloof, nonchalant facade falls like a mask and instead, a playful side of him comes out. His usual scowl becomes a lazy grin, his posture becomes more relaxed. And, of course, there was the teasing.
“Oh, c’mon.” He says, fingers brushing your arm softly, leaving goose bumps on the exposed skin. “‘M just joking. Did I hurt your feelings?”
You turn to look at him, eventually – and he’s much closer than you anticipated. His last words were soft, indicating that he actually wants to know if he crossed a line or not. Even when high, Fushiguro respects your boundaries. Your stomach does a flip at the realization.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” You brush off with a smile.
He won’t stop looking at you, though. His midnight eyes pay close attention to you, through long dark lashes. Fushiguro’s jaw is much sharper than it was a few years ago, when you attended Jujutsu Tech together. Some things stay the same as the years pass by, though: dark circles under his eyes, his usual messy hair gently falling right above his eyes. He never ditched the emo-ish look.
And he still hasn’t broken eye contact.
“Now who’s the one staring?”
Your question hangs in the air for a few seconds, and you smile at your own triumph. Fushiguro looks like he was caught off guard, and it seems like you won the battle of teasing banter. Although, the war hasn’t been decided yet.
“Can you blame me when you look this good, sweetheart?” He asks instead, and you almost freeze on your spot. Megumi was never the overly flirtatious kind, so this is unexplored ground between the two of you.
It’s nerve wracking.
It feels like a staring contest, the way you look at each other. The first one to crumble, loses. You had a feeling in your gut that you’d end up losing – or winning. Depends on the perspective.
“Come closer.” You whisper, and he immediately moves his body closer to yours. Your legs are comfortably placed on his lap now, and he’s drawing circles with his thumb on your inner thigh.
“Closer.” You meekly whisper, needing more.
“You’re getting greedy now, _____”
Still, he complies. His hands are now grabbing the back of your thighs, barely above your knees. Megumi pulls you towards him, slightly – his torso is pressed against yours, and you can feel his breath fanning over your face. You breathe in, he breathes out.
You move your face, nose brushing against his.
“Let me guess… closer?”
You smile at his words, and how he reads you so well – or maybe you’re just really obvious.
“Please.” You whisper, this time your lips are against his. And, really, Megumi doesn’t feel like he’d be able to deny you anything – not with those pretty, pleading eyes and sweet voice.
The kiss has more passion than you thought it would have. It’s all tongue, and a bit of teeth – roaming hands and curious touches. Fushiguro tastes like mint and smoke, and his mouth feels incredibly inviting. He’s right, you’re greedy – you just want more and more of him.
You can’t get enough.
He moves your bodies, searching for a comfortable position on the couch. When he lays you down on the plush, his lips are attached to your neck, teeth gently biting the soft skin. You let out a low whine, rolling your hips against his.
“You still want more?” He asks, eyebrows raised. You nod in response, feeling no shame at all. “You greedy thing.”
Megumi’s rolling his hips against yours, rutting against your core – you can feel his erection through the soft material of his sweatpants and your sweatshorts. His fingers hook on the sides of your shorts, bringing the piece of clothing down to your ankles. You kick your feet, helping him get rid of it.
His fingers tease your entrance through the thin material of your panties, and he smirks at the realization that you decided to go for lacy ones tonight. Megumi invited you for a smoking session, and you clearly had other intentions. He couldn’t blame you: the sorcerer always has bad intentions when it comes to you.
“So wet, sweetheart.” He whispers, lips moving against yours. He leaves kisses from your jaw to your neck, as he removes the lacy material. You shiver as the cold air hits your sensitive cunt.
His fingers are still moving against your skin, with expertise you didn’t know he has. With two digits, he collects your wetness, playing with it against your clit. With a moan, you move your hips against his hand.
Megumi inserts a single, long finger inside of your warm cunt. Your hole grips him tightly, clenching around his digit. He lets out a low grunt at the feeling, appreciating your reaction to his movements – how your breath shortened as his finger inched deeper inside of you, how you were still rolling your hips against his hand, still looking for more.
“What d’you want?”
His question sends yet another shot of adrenaline through your veins, like Megumi is your own personal drug. Still moving against his fingers in order to get more friction, you moan.
“C’mon, Megumi. Please, want you. Want your fingers, your cock. Anything, just fuck me already.”
He’s relieved with your answer, it seems like you were equally as tired of this cat and mouse game. Fushiguro’s been hard ever since he placed the joint in your mouth, when your lips brushed against his fingers he almost came on the spot.
“As you wish, sweetheart.”
Megumi, shortly before taking his clothes off, pulls away from you in order to reach for his pocket, fishing a condom from the inside. He brings the package to his mouth, carefully tearing it with his teeth.
He lays open mouthed kisses and playful bites on the soft skin of your neck, while rolling the protective plastic on his erection. You’re sure this move must drive his sexual partners insane – as it is doing to you right now. At this realization, you almost laugh to yourself: it’s always the quiet ones.
The anticipation doesn’t slow down, the adrenaline is still pumping through your every nerve. Megumi slides his hard cock in between your folds, teasing you further. Your nails are forming half-moons on his biceps as you, again, beg c’mon megumi, please.
“I kinda wanna hear you beg again.” He says, voice dropping an octave or two. “You sound so pretty when you do it…”
“Megumi.” You purr his name, nails tracing his back as he hisses at the sensation. “Please, I need you to fuck me. Please.”
Your sweet, honey-dipped voice sounds like heaven to him – he loved the process of making you crumble for him, making you needy, exclusively for him. However, at this point, he couldn’t wait any longer either.
You feel the tip of his cock entering your velvety walls, as the both of you moan in relief. He inches deeper inside of you, he bends his body down in order to kiss you. All of your five senses were overwhelmed with him – all you could think, all you could feel was him. His taste, his touch, his scent.
A gasp leaves your mouth as he sets a comfortable pace, holding one of your legs above his shoulder. Megumi places a kiss on your calf, still keeping eye contact with you. Fuck, you looked so pretty like this – fucked out eyes looking inside of his own, mouth hanging slightly agape. A bubble of warmth starts to build on your lower abdomen. Everything just feels so good, and, due to your high state, you seem more sensitive.
“Fuck.” He moans against your neck, sucking yet another hickey on the sensitive skin. “Fuck, you feel so good. So warm, so tight.”
He’s fucking you slowly, deeply. The wet sounds add to the pleasure, and you feel like you could trip over the edge just by looking at where your bodies connect. Megumi rolls two digits against your sensitive clit, and you let out a whine in response – he’s hitting all the right spots, touching your every sensitive nerve.
It’s almost overwhelming.
“‘M close.” You confess, in between kisses. Your foreheads are glued together, and the subtle intimacy makes everything feel stronger. How your wetness mixes with his own, how the smell of sex and sound of skin against skin fills the room makes eveything more lewd.
“Me too, sweetheart. This pussy feels so fucking good, fuck.”
His words make you roll your eyes in pleasure. Megumi fucks you a bit faster now, fingers still playing with your sensitive clit.
“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He asks, increasing the speed of his thrusts. You nod, unable to speak from the overwhelming pleasure.
Your hands grip his sweaty, dark hair, pulling him in for another kiss. His tongue is sliding against yours sloppily, and you feel the bubble of warmth on your tummy explode. He seems to be right on the edge, yet he hasn’t stopped kissing you.
You shake from the white-hot feeling that travels through your veins, as your body convulse in extreme pleasure. Fushiguro swallows your moans and whines, and you press your nails deeper on his skin.
The slight pain mixed with the velvety feeling of your tight cunt sends him over the edge, as the earth stutters in its axis. He cums, kissing you even deeper. You lose where his body starts and where yours begins, as you’re tangled with him. Megumi lays on top of you like a weighted blanket as you come down from your high.
After a brief moment, you can feel his arm moving towards the coffee table. He’s still close to you – his softening dick is still inside your sensitive pussy, and you hiss at the movement.
With a lazy smile on his face, lighter and joint on his hand, he asks:
“Wanna smoke another one before round two?”