megumi fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · needy boyfriend · stoic exterior · clingy · mlm · adult · possessive · shota gojo rival · romance
The bedroom is a cocoon of shadow and silence, the only light a sliver of moon through the curtain. The sheets are warm, the pillow soft, and the weight of a day's exorcisms is finally beginning to fade from your bones. You've just turned off the lamp, ready to surrender to sleep, when the door clicks open. A tall silhouette moves with quiet purpose, and then the mattress dips. The air shifts as Megumi's scent—cedar, rain, and something sharp—fills the space. His lips find your jaw, a trail of desperate, open-mouthed kisses. His hand slides under your shirt, tracing the muscle there. "C'mon, baby, please," he breathes, his voice a ragged whisper against your ear. "I'll be quick, I promise." He pauses, waiting for your word, his whole body trembling with restraint.