Thread by @genjiigenjii

title: only you my girl, only you babe
tags: fem yuuji, age gap, au
pair: #fushiita
inspiration: dark red by steve lacy

‘do you love me?’ yuuji can’t help but wonder, as she cups megumi’s jaw. watching as he leans into her touch. his hand comes up to encompass yuuji’s own.

he opens his previously closed eyes to press a tender kiss against the edge of her palm, all the while staring deep into yuuji’s eyes and oh… yuuji is so endeared with him. still, she’s not so foolish as to believe all his words. this is a transaction, after all.

lonely, lonely yuuji who’s only company comes in the form of a paid escort. lonely, lonely yuuji who has more money that she knows what to do with. lonely, lonely yuuji who stands on a thin thread unafraid of the fall. perhaps even hoping for it.

“sweetheart?” megumi asks, noticing the far away look that etches itself onto yuuji’s lovely features and megumi hates it. hates it more than he’d like to admit. hates whenever yuuji’s attention isn’t solely on him.

yuuji simply smiles, it’s a guarded one, one meant to placate.

yuuji leans forward to place a chaste kiss against megumi’s cheek, always on the cheek. never on his mouth, that’s a line yuuji is not foolish enough to cross, “how’re your studies,” she wonders softly, and megumi, despite the desire to chase after her lips, smiles.

“they’re well,” yuuji smiles back at him, less guarded this time “i’m glad to hear that, do you need anything this upcoming week? you haven’t been using your card recently…” she asks a little worriedly. her free hand coming up to swipe away at the fringe over his eyes.

megumi shakes his head, “i’ve got everything, you don’t have to worry.” yuuji sighs, but offers him a grin of amusement, “it’s my job to worry, isn’t that what being your sponsor is all about?” she teases. megumi snickers, “is that what you’re calling it? sponsor?”

in an instant, yuuji’s being presses down against the sofas arm, megumi’s body caging her own, yuuji can’t help the shiver that runs down her back. for awhile now she’d noticed the change in their relationship, whereas before yuuji relationship, while financial, was platonic…

now, megumi had become far more overbearing, zealous in his actions. she wasn’t dumb, she’d noticed how he’d begun to monopolize her time and attention, always asking for it and throwing tantrums whenever she so much as looked away. it was…

frightening.

and yet? yuuji could simply not let him go? how deplorable had she become, how pathetic? when had she become so complacent? when had her interaction with megumi become the norm? she was ten-years his senior! and yet, yuuji adored his company, sought it out even.

yuuji knows she’s not dumb. knows where they both stand and yet… she finds herself wanting more…

it makes her laugh! she’s thirty-three! megumi is twenty-two soon to be twenty-three. he’s his whole life ahead of him, only one more year before he graduated and then what?

the terms of their agreement had stated that this financial relationship of theirs would end the moment megumi graduated university, and then what? why would megumi want to stay with a washed up old hag? why her when he could have a lovely young thing at his side.

whatever these feeling were, how they’d come about, yuuji would make sure that they’d disappear in one years time. she would not chain someone to her side… not again.

never again.

(lest she’s abandoned and forgotten once more.)

—

megumi watches yuuji’s golden eyes widen as he leans towards her, her breath hitching in his throat, her hardened nipples poking through her flimsy tank top and megumi has to resist the urge of wrapping his lips around them. resist the urge to press against himself against her.

at this point in time, she was still adamant in abstaining from a couple of flimsy touches and chaste kisses, never asking for more, so considerate of megumi he can’t help but feel his teeth ache. how can she not know? megumi would giver her the world if she so asked it of him.

he doesn’t know how his feelings had come about, only remembers the gentle caress of her fingers against his bruises, and he’d been hooked. had wanted those hands on him since.

and then? it had just progressed, grew into something far larger than he could have ever imagined.

he wanted yuuji to be his wife, the mother of his children. he wanted to spoil her rotten, to fill her with his love and no one else. age gap be damned, he wanted this, no… he needed this. wanted yuuji so feverently that it scared him.

he wonders if this is how gojo felt.

if this desire to monopolize was how he’d felt when he’d gotten his hands on geto and shoko, those three’s relationship had always been intense, and yet? megumi could understand it now, that burning desire to consume, consume, consume…

as though megumi’s a wolf with its mouth wide open and around yuuji’s thin, delicate throat. he wants to bite. wants to tear her throat right open. wants to consumer her so that even in death she cannot be parted from him. he loves her, wants her, can no longer live without her…

he knows that for now, yuuji’s heart is not open to him, far too wounded to allow anyone inside. but soon, soon… he’ll bury himself inside of her, carve a path for him and him alone. would stamp his name into her heart.

she would become his soon, megumi would make sure of it.

because megumi has no need for a life, a reality without yuuji at his side, he’d spent 22 years without her at his side, no more. yuuji would fall in love with him, and he’ll make her the happiest woman alive. megumi promises.

(just as it should have been long ago.)

epilogue —

(our king, why do you cry so?)

don’t you know? our queen has left him all alone!)

a lone king stand within his realm in the underworld,

where once this home was ruled by two,

no longer will spring’s flowers come to bloom.

for tonight a lover cries, as his beloved was torn right from his side.

— end