𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐒 | 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭

ʚ𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕ɞ

I'm pretty sure kissing Y/n is my new favourite thing to do. But the thought of taking it a step further is terrifying.

As her hands slide under my shirt, crawling up the skin of my chest, I feel goosebumps arise, both excitement and fear gnawing at me. I want her to touch me. I want to touch
her.

Badly. So badly.

I want intimacy to feel normal to me like it does to most, for it to feel comfortable, but it doesn't. I remind myself that it's her hands on my body, her lips against mine, not theirs. Not the illegal touch of grown hands, grasping at my innocence like their lives depended on it.

Not the men who ripped away my childhood for their own selfish greed, their own forbidden lust.

It's Y/n.

I feel her hands move to my face, keeping their hold on my jaw as she draws her head away from mine.

"Megumi, hey look at me." She pleads with a gentle voice, full of concern. I comply, looking into her eyes to find them staring at me with such softness, such care.

"Talk to me, did I do something? I- I'm sorry I thought that you-"

"You thought right Y/n." I interrupt. "I want to, you have no idea how badly I want you to touch me, how badly I want to touch you." She sucks in a shaky breath and joins our hands together, resting them on her lap as her thumb gently rubs the back of my hand.

"Then why?" She questions.

My leg starts bouncing.

My heart palpitates.

My hands are sweaty.

I feel hot.

I can't see.

I can't breathe.

I can't fucking breathe.

"Megumi breathe." I hear her voice. It's calm. "You need to breathe okay."

I need to breathe. I can't.

"Look at me Megumi, I'm here, focus on me." I'm looking at her, but I'm not seeing her.

Everything's blurry.

"You're here Megumi. You need to open your eyes okay, you're here, I'm here and you're okay."

I'm okay.

I don't feel okay.

"Is it okay if I hold you? Would that be alright?"

Please.