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Megumi Fushiguro had always been pretty good at tuning things out. Noise, crowds, Gojo’s endless rambling, he could easily push them aside.

But lately, there was one thing he just couldn’t shake off, no matter how hard he tried.

You.

You weren’t even doing anything out of the ordinary. just sitting on a bench near the training field, laughing with Yuji, your head tilted as he animatedly shared whatever ridiculous story was on his mind. It seemed harmless, totally normal.

Yet, Megumi felt this tightness in his jaw, he was too distracted by the way Yuji's face lit up when he saw you smile. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated breath.

Biker!Megumi who has a black Yamaha YZF-R6.

Biker!Megumi who wears all-black gear. Leather jacket, matte helmet, fitted gloves. He claims it’s all just practical, but you can tell he secretly enjoys the whole biker aesthetic. Of course, that doesn’t stop people from staring when he pulls up.

Biker!Megumi who never lets anyone else touch his bike. His bike is his, and if anyone even tries to lean against it, he glares them into next week. But if your asking? He hands you his helmet, no hesitation, pretending it’s no big deal. You don’t miss the way his expression softens when you climb on, though.

Biker!Megumi who lets you ride with him only after weeks of convincing. The first time, he’s pretty tense. Constantly checking that you’re holding on tight enough, reminding you not to lean too much. But once you wrap your arms around him, he relaxes almost instantly.

Biker!Megumi who has a soft spot for late-night rides. When the streets are empty and the stars are out, he’ll take you on smooth, slow rides where the only sounds are the hum of the engine and your laughter in his ear.

Biker!Megumi who gets mad whenever Gojo teases him about the “bad boy aesthetic.” Gojo loves to rile him up, calling him “Mr. Broody Motorcycle Boy,” and while Megumi rolls his eyes, you catch the faint blush on his ears when you admit Gojo isn’t wrong. He’ll scowl, muttering, “It’s not an aesthetic,” but you can tell he secretly likes that you think it’s hot.

Biker!Megumi who keeps a jacket stashed on his bike just for you. He insists it’s “just an extra” in case he forgets his usual jacket, but it’s really because he doesn’t like seeing you shiver. You notice it smells faintly like his cologne, and when you wear it, he gets really quiet, eyes lingering on you like he can’t decide if he’s embarrassed or proud.

Biker!Megumi who is a natural on his bike. The way he moves is precise, controlled, sharp. Weaving through traffic like it’s second nature. You never feel unsafe with him, even during sharp turns or sudden stops. Watching him ride makes you realize how much trust he has in himself, and you admire that unspoken confidence.

Biker!Megumi who doesn’t realize how romantic he looks when he takes off his helmet. His messy hair falls into his eyes, and he runs a gloved hand through it, looking at you like he’s waiting for you to stop staring. When you grin at him, he just mutters, “What?”, and goes back to being all nonchalant and mysterious, but not without the hint of pink on his cheeks.

©fushigurokogane - please do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work!

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

You’d been careful. You and Megumi weren’t exactly the most obvious couple to begin with. He didn’t like PDA, and you didn’t want the endless teasing that would follow if anyone at Jujustu High. Still, secrets have a way of slipping.

And apparently, the way Gojo found out was seeing you hold hands.

“Hold on,” Gojo said in the middle of the street, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. His voice shot up an octave, and Megumi instantly tensed like he’d been caught committing a felony. “Are you two—? Is my little girl—?” He pointed between you and Megumi like he was connecting dots in a crime scene.

You froze, guilty smile tugging at your lips. “.....surprise?”

Gojo’s jaw dropped. Then he gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “My daughter? With my son?!” He started pacing like a man who had just received life-altering news. “I fed you, clothed you, gave you the best training, bought you your favorite snacks! This is how you repay me? With betrayal?”

You groaned. “Gojo, you’re not my dad.”

“I might as well be!” he shot back instantly, already towering over Megumi. “And you—” he jabbed a finger at him “—you’re supposed to be my responsible one. I trusted you. And you go around stealing my daughter’s heart? Hm? HMMM?”

Megumi muttered through clenched teeth, “You’re being ridiculous.”

Gojo bent over a bit so he was eye level with him and whispered, “Do you kiss her with that attitude?”

“Gojo!” you hissed, face burning.

Megumi was visibly dying inside, and you almost felt bad for him...almost. He refused to meet Gojo’s eyes, grumbling, “She’s the one who asked me out.”

Gojo whipped his head toward you so fast his sunglasses nearly flew off. “WHAT?! My little girl made the first move?!” He looked at you like you’d committed a federal crime. “Absolutely not. Nope. I’m not letting my sweet princess get corrupted by my moody, broody son.”

You smirked despite yourself. “Too late. Already happened.”

Megumi covered up his smile with a cough.

Gojo looked seconds away from fainting. “Don’t say things like that in front of me! I’m fragile!” He threw his arms around you in an exaggerated hug, resting his chin on your head. “You’ll always be my little girl, okay? If he breaks your heart, just remember who’s got the better curse technique.”

Megumi finally snapped. “I’m right here!”

Gojo just smirked, holding you tighter. “Good. I want you to hear the threats directly.”

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©fushigurokogane - please do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work!

The bass thrummed through the floor, rattling your drink in its glass as you leaned against the sticky bar counter. The place was packed, warm with bodies pressed together, laughter and chatter rising above the music. Your friends were in their usual state. Tipsy, and giggling too loudly at things that weren’t even funny, sharing stories with the same exaggerated hand motions.

You weren’t drunk, but there was a tingling running through your veins. The vodka in your hand tasted sweeter with every sip, the haze around your thoughts making the neon lights blur into softer shapes. You tilted your head back, laughing at something your best friend said, your cheeks flushed more from the alcohol than the joke.

That was when you saw him.

At first, it was nothing. A silhouette in the corner of your vision. Someone tall, someone leaning casually against the high table with a glass in hand. He wasn’t the kind of guy you’d normally notice in a crowd like this. But something about him…tugged at the edges of your memory.

Saturday mornings weren’t energetic, but you liked them. Sunlight peeked through the blinds, and Megumi waited by the door, his reusable shopping bags folded neatly under his arm.

“Ready?” he asked, though his hair was still slightly mussed like he’d only half-bothered with a brush.

“Not when you look that serious about groceries,” you teased, slipping on your shoes.

He didn’t answer, but you noticed the how the ends of his mouth went up upwards.

The store was quiet this early, just how Megumi liked it. You pushed the cart, and he walked beside you, his hand resting on the handle to gently steer.

In the produce section, he picked up some apples, checking the skins for any signs of rotting. You dropped a bag of chips into the cart just to see if he’d notice.

He noticed and raised his eyebrows. “That’s not dinner.”

“It could be if you believe in me,” you countered.

His sigh was long, and dramatic. Still, he let the chips stay.

Aisle by aisle, the cart filled up with the usual picks. You added your extras, ice cream, your favorite cookies, and a...candle?

Megumi didn't question it, but he did mutter something about it being a grocery store, not a home decor shop.

You caught him sneaking in something of his own, a package of green tea you knew he liked but rarely bought for himself. When you raised a brow, he just said, “It was on sale,” and moved on.

By the time you reached checkout, you were awkwardly grinning at the balance of the cart. His money (Gojo's money), your happiness.

It wasn’t until you were putting the groceries in their bags that you found it. The sweets youd been staring at earlier but put back.

“Megumi.” You held up the package with a grin.

He didn’t look at you, just adjusted the strap of the bag on his shoulder. “You wanted them.”

“You’re such a softie." You said, soft and teasing.

He glanced at you, eyes narrowed, but his ears were pink. “Shut up.”

©fushigurokogane - please do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work!

𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖩𝖩𝖪 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝗈𝗋 “𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀”) 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌

Satoru Gojo

You barely hear the footsteps behind you before a familiar, teasing voice chimes in from the doorway.

“Ohhh? That hoodie looks suspiciously familiar,” Gojo says, a grin already stretching across his face.

You don’t even look up — too cozy in the oversized white hoodie that hangs past your thighs. His hoodie.

“You left it here,” you say simply, snuggled deeper into the sleeves. “So I’m adopting it.”

"𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘿𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙎𝙖𝙮 𝙊𝙪𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙪𝙙"

“Let me get this straight,” you said slowly, squinting at the mission report. “We’re going undercover. As a couple. At a cursed-infested hot springs resort.”

“Yes,” Ijichi confirmed, adjusting his glasses. “Strange occurrences began after the place started marketing itself as a romantic retreat. Patrons have reported hallucinations, missing time, and… partial possessions. Curses are feeding off the intimacy in the air.”

You glanced at Megumi. His expression was unreadable, but you could feel the tension radiating from him like static.

"𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙉𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚."

MASTERLIST ༺｡° .ᘛ𓆩♡𓆪ᘚ. °｡༻

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۶ৎ part 1

۶ৎ part 2

۶ৎ part 3

۶ৎ part 4

©fushigurokogane - please do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work!

"𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙉𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚." Pt.3

The next few days passed with a new kind of quiet between you and Megumi.

Not the cold kind. Not avoidance.

But the charged kind—like every moment was filled with things neither of you had the nerve to say out loud.

He didn’t tease you again after that night. He didn’t need to. The way his eyes lingered a bit longer, the way his shoulder brushed yours during missions, the way his voice softened when he said your name—it all said enough.

And you were starting to unravel. Slowly, surely. He was becoming a problem.

"𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙉𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚." Pt.2

You avoided Megumi for the rest of the evening.

Not in an obvious, sprint-down-the-hall kind of way—just enough to pretend like your brain hadn’t involuntarily created a full HD replay of the scene from earlier. Every time you saw a black t-shirt or heard quiet footsteps, your body tensed on instinct.

By the time midnight hit, the building was quiet.

You tiptoed into the shared kitchen for a late snack, hoping no one else would be up.

Of course, fate hated you.

"𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙉𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚."

You didn’t mean to barge in. You thought the room was empty.

Megumi had gone missing after training, and you were tasked with dragging him out for a last-minute debrief with Gojo. Naturally, he’d vanished. Again.

“Megumi?” you called, pushing the door open to the dorm’s shared room, “Gojo’s being annoying—he wants us—”

And then you stopped.

Dead in your tracks.

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖥𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋 ── ★₊˚.⋆⁺₊

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The party was a blur of pulsing lights and sweaty bodies, but none of it mattered—not with the way Megumi had been watching you all night. That sharp-eyed, jaw-clenched stare from across the room every time someone got too close. Every time you smiled too pretty at someone else. Every time you leaned over just a little too far, knowing damn well your dress barely covered anything.

You’d been playing with fire. And now you were gonna burn for it.

The bathroom door slammed shut behind you, and the second it locked, Megumi had you caged against the wall.

Your hand moves slow over his cock, fingers slick with precum, stroking him steady just like he likes. Megumi’s back is pressed to the pillows, jaw clenched, flushed and barely breathing as you work him. But then, like always, his hand comes down to wrap over yours—guiding your rhythm, your grip, like he’s the one doing it and you’re just the warmth he needs to get off.

You hesitate, fingers twitching. “You could do this yourself,” you murmur, watching the way his larger hand swallows yours whole. “You’re not even letting me touch you. You’re doing all the work, Gumi.”

He blinks at you, cheeks flushed, hair stuck to his temple with sweat. Then, without loosening his grip, he whispers, “I like holding your hand.”

And that’s all it takes—for your stomach to flip, your chest to ache a little with how sweet he is in the middle of something so filthy. You squeeze his hand gently, stroke him slower, and lean in to kiss his shoulder. “Okay,” you breathe. “Then don’t let go.”

❝𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠❞

Royalty AU || Crown Prince Megumi x Reader || Part 4

wc: 2.5k

authors note: HEYYYYY I tried out a new concept for thisss i dont know if i like it that muchhh but i'll appreciate it if you tell me your opinions on it!!

warnings: fem!reader, crown prince! megumi, forbidden romance, emotional manipulation, power imbalance, and political pressure, kidnapping, violence

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The garden was quiet that morning — deceptively so — with dew still clinging to the grass and the scent of damp roses curling through the air. You slipped through the old colonnade behind the greenhouse like you always did, your fingers trailing along the sun-warmed stone, mind already wandering ahead to the hidden corner of the archives where he said he’d meet you.

Another secret meeting. Another carefully carved hour in a day that didn’t belong to either of you.

But then, a shift. A whisper of movement where there should have been none.

You turned, expecting nothing. And came face to face with a stranger’s eyes.

A hand, rough and gloved, clamped over your mouth.

❝𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦❞

Royalty AU || Crown Prince Megumi x Reader || Part 3

wc: 3.4k

authors note: HAIIII im back!! alr so this is kinda long?? idk. but im having so much fun adding to this plot tbh so i hope you enjoy and if your new, PLEASE read the first 2 parts first, it'll help you understand the storyline better :)

warnings: fem!reader, crown prince! megumi, forbidden romance, emotional manipulation, power imbalance, and political pressure

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They didn’t ask questions at first.

The nobles, the court, the whispers behind fans and wine glasses — they all saw you once and dismissed you. A curiosity. A blip. Another face swept into the tide of courtly games.

But then they saw you again.

At the edge of the solarium, where the Crown Prince stood just a little too close. On the second terrace, where his eyes tracked your exit even while a visiting duchess tried to flirt with him. In the south garden, at dusk — a place no one went unless they wanted privacy.