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seoafin · 1 year

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pairing: megumi fushiguro x fem!reader warnings/tags: just your typical horny teenager thoughts & 2 idiots in love. you might be an idiot but you're his idiot! word count: 1.8k

You had fallen, scraped your face and probably bruised your collarbones. Stupid ice skates. That would be the last time you attempted any highly advanced ice skating maneuver you had seen approximately once on youtube. You gingerly press on the bandage attached to your face, one of many your boyfriend had stocked in his pocket, ready for your inevitable crash.

He’s always been an over thinker, that one. Always prepared for the worst with a penchant towards the negative. It’s so uncharacteristic of the outwardly rough and tumble delinquent you had first met, you never miss an opportunity to regularly joke about the contrast while your boyfriend pointedly ignores you. He’s responsible now. Diligent and cautious to the point of being overbearing. He loves the same though. In the end, he’s still your Megumi.

And now you sit on a bench in the park overlooking the ice skating rink you had taken an embarrassing tumble in, waiting for your boyfriend to come back with a promised hot chocolate. God, you hope you didn’t flash anyone when you fell. Your knees are still stinging from the hit they took.

The white dog lying at your side perks up as Megumi approaches, getting to its feet to greet its black counterpart with a nuzzle.

“How are you feeling?” He asks as he hands you a steaming cup of hot chocolate and takes a seat right next to you. In your eagerness, the scalding heat of the cup almost burns your hands. “Careful,” he grunts. “It’s hot.”

“Yes father,” you say mock seriously, reveling in the pinched look that settles on his face at your words. You want to kiss him, and all the tight lines of his face away. Instead, you gently blow on the surface of the drink to cool it while Megumi eyes the bandage on your face with concern in his dark eyes.

“I’m fine," you reassure him. "Just going to be a little bruised in the morning.” And not even in a good way. You take a sip and audibly sigh and the warm velvet of the chocolate on your tongue. You’d offer some, but Megumi doesn’t like sweet things. You finish the small cup, perfect for warming you back up. You glance at him, licking the chocolate off your lips.

You start. “Well—”

His eyes narrow, suspicious at once, and all too familiar with that tone. You soldier on innocently.

“You could…” you clear your throat, slightly pushing your cheek forward, despite the warmth building in your face. “...kiss it better?”

He stares at you, almost unimpressed.

Your face burns but you refuse to falter as you stare him down right back.

Even you get embarrassed. Rarely, but it happens. He could at least say something! You can take rejection, especially from Megumi. He rarely means it. He just gets embarrassed.

You fall back, ready to stand and pretend you didn’t say anything in the first place, but he takes your wrist and sharply tugs you back down in place, another hand cupping the back of your neck to bring you towards his lips.

It’s a relatively chaste kiss, gentle and firm. So modest, your boyfriend. You could take him by the hair, yank him closer, and make him moan into your mouth. If you really wanted. But Megumi would refuse to look at you for the remaining duration of your date, and it’s hard enough to see him already.

He’s blushing though, and that’s a plus. His face is red as he gazes at you, eyes lowered, flitting from your eyes to your lips, and he’s so close you can count his insanely long eyelashes, and your breaths have become one in the cold. Warmth flutters in the pit of your stomach, and you hate and love the feeling. How stupid it makes you, desperate enough that you might beg for another just to get another dose of that high.

His eyes sharpen as he once again presses forward. You think he might kiss you again, but instead he lowers his head.

His lips brush against the cut right above your collarbone. You can feel your heartbeat hammering against your ribcage, and then—

You jerk away at the sensation, startled. His eyes go wide.

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Your hand slaps down on your neck. At the unintelligible shrill mess that erupts from your throat, he freezes, blinking.

You blink. Did he just—!?

“Did you just—” you swallow, shocked at his unusually brazen behavior, “—lick me!?”

His face is flushed. “Yeah,” he forces the words out, quickly regaining composure. “I did.”

Now you’re embarrassed, albeit a little pleased. “Oh.”

“I was going to—” he bites off his words, looking anywhere but at you. “Nothing,” he says quickly.

Oh no he doesn’t. “If you did it, then it’s only fair that I get to do it too.”

Megumi looks as if he’s contemplating all the series of events and decisions that have led him to this conversation. “What are you even saying?” His words are sharp with embarrassment. His ears are red. “Just forget it.”

You grab him by his shirt and wrench him towards you. He could easily escape your grasp, but he doesn’t. He relaxes, no longer as tense.

He thinks you’re going to kiss him.

You swerve last second towards his neck, find the flesh of his neck, and bite. You feel his body jump, the rigid snap of his shoulder, and then you smile smugly.

It’s his turn to gawk at you. “Y-you…” he seems at a loss for words, torn between glaring at you and shaking his head.

You can already see the indent of your teeth, a ring of red that stands out starkly from the pale smoothness of his neck.

“Now we’re even.” Satisfied, you stand and face him. You take the scarf wrapped around your neck and wrap it around Megumi’s. “There,” you say, with a small laugh. You press a small kiss to the tip of his nose. You can’t help it. “Now we can protect your modesty.”

He looks like he’s given up at any attempt to reprimand you. His expression settles on resignation. Well, he knew what he was signing up for, didn’t he? Honestly, acting as if he hadn’t given you hickies for days on end when you had told him some baseball player at your school had confessed to you with flowers of all things.

You turn on your heels to trash the plastic cup in your hand. When you come back, unfortunately, the dogs are gone. Your scarf is in Megumi’s hand. Before you can say anything, he wraps it back around your neck.

“Take it,” he says roughly. “You’re barely wearing anything.”

Now that he mentions it, the cold biting wind of winter feels even colder on your bare legs. You’re used to it by now. Japanese high school uniform regulations had little leeway. You had petitioned the school board of your high school to allow pants to no avail.

You could say you regret wearing a skirt in winter, but you had seen the way Megumi’s gaze had dropped to your legs for a good minute, so you really don’t. Worth it.

“You sure? Your neck is kinda scandalous.”

“And whose fault is that,” he replies flatly, readjusting the scarf around your neck. His hand comes up to gently cup the bandaged scrape on your face, eyes fond, and you can't quite feel the cold anymore. Just warmth.

“Well I won’t say no," you force out. "I’m freezing! I wore this skirt just for you, after all.”

As if reminded, his eyes flicker to your legs. You bite the inside of your cheek from grinning. You take his arm into yours and lean into him as you start to lead him to a less crowded area of the park.

“You know,” you say idly, “most boyfriends are controlling about what their girlfriend wears. Mika-chan and her boyfriend got into a hugeee fight because he made her cover up at the beach! Said that some guys were looking at her funny, and that it was her fault, can you believe it?”

“Wear whatever you want,” Megumi says plainly, lips verging on a frown. “I can fight.”

You laugh, leaning into his warmth. Some things, it seems, never change. “That’s not the right answer Megumi.” There’s a teasing lilt to your smile. “You should tell me to change! And then I’d say are you sure you want me to? I wore a really cute matching set today, and if you’re really good I don’t mind going to the bathroom and giving you a peek—”

“Alright,” he grinds out, flustered to the tips of his ears. “You’ve made your point!”

He’s just so easy sometimes. You can’t help it. You wonder what it would take for Megumi to actually take you up on your offer though. You weren’t joking. But, to save your boyfriend any further embarrassment, you decide on a change of subject.

“So,” you start. “When do I get to meet Itadori and Kugisaki?”

“...”

You poke him in the side. “Don’t ignore me!”

Out of the corner of his eye, he glances at you. You stare expectantly back.

“...I took Itadori to Akiba.”

“Akiba?” Interesting choice of place. The last time you had been in Akiba it was with friends to go to some new neon arcade. You had been flagged down in the middle of the street and asked to apply to some maid cafe. You contemplated it briefly, if only to be able to show Megumi a picture of you in a maid costume. “Did you go shopping for something perverted? An ero-game or something?”

It’s a true testament to his will that he doesn’t flat out ignore you. “No.”

You shrug. “I wouldn’t blame you if you looked.”

You’ve been in one or two of those r18 stores. Bought a game here and there. No judgment.

“Not interested.”

“Hm. I see.” Your lips twitch. “And Kugisaki?”

“Shopping in Ameyoko.”

The girl’s got taste. Ameyoko was a thrift paradise. She has your approval. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

Megumi looks like he’d rather the earth swallow him whole than have the two of you meet. If anything it makes you even more determined to meet this female classmate of your boyfriend’s. You already know you’d like her.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop hassling you about them.” You observe the pigeons gathered around a frozen fountain off to the side. “Thank you for indulging me today,” you say, and you mean it. You know Megumi could care less about ice skating and Christmas trees and the romance of it all. You know he would prefer to be indoors with a nice book and some tea like an old man. “Even though you hate crowds and PDA and loud noises—”

“I don’t mind.” He swallows, eyes darting away when you catch him looking at you in an uncharacteristic act of shyness. “Not when I’m with you anyway.”

You mock sigh, despite the heat in your cheeks. “You’re too much. If you keep this up, I might really have to pull you into the bathroom and have my way with you.”

He chokes.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #all this talk about biting made me remember this wip #m.jjk #irly

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