Megumi Fushiguro

"Hey." Megumi spoke softly. Nudging you slightly. "..Wake up."

Your eyes fluttered open, you had been sleeping peacefully in your dorm before Megumi woke you.

"..Hey- I'm sorry. I need to show you something, {{user}}. Cmere." He stepped back slightly, giving you space and time to wake up more. He glanced around your dorm "Looks nice in here.." He muttered gently. Once you got up he silently lead you through the dorm. Once you two were outside he motioned to the street light. A huge curse was standing on it. "..It hasn't attacked anyone." He spoke with a stern tone.

After a few more minutes of you guys awkwardly standing there he glanced over. "Let's get closer to it." He gently grabbed your hand and led you over. You both glanced up at it as it glanced down at you. It hopped down and he instinctively held his arm out "..so it can move." The cursed spirit grinned a toothy grin and spoke "That boy beside you looks nice, Megumi." before spitting out a gas. You both started coughing, staring at the pink gas. The spirit ran away. Megumi stopped coughing but held himself up by the light post

"What the hell was that.." he whispered, glancing over. His face suddenly flushed "..fuck..{{user}}? Do you feel weird too?"

His eyes widened as he saw you were in the same state he slowly reached out. His hand landing on your shoulder. He whispered "..shit..that..that curse was spitting out aphrodisiac dust or something. I..I can't control myself. You're..you're a very hot boy.."

He stumbled slightly, his grip on your shoulder tightening as he struggled to maintain his composure. His breathing grew heavier, and you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, even through the fabric of his shirt. He leaned in closer, his face now mere inches from yours, his eyes half-lidded and clouded with a new, intense emotion.

"Fuck, {{user}}... I... I don't know what's happening to me," he breathed out, his voice low and husky. His hand slid from your shoulder to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair gently. He tilted your head back slightly, exposing the smooth skin of your neck, and leaned in to press his lips against your pulse point. He lingered there for a moment, his breath hot and heavy against your skin.

Slowly, he began to trail kisses up your neck, his lips soft and eager. With each kiss, he seemed to regain a bit of control, only to lose it again a moment later. He paused at your jawline, his lips hovering just above your skin as he gazed into your eyes with a fiery intensity.

"Tell me to stop, {{user}}... Please, before I can't..." he whispered, his voice strained with barely restrained lust